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Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 01

By: FeeltheAche



Annis Edgewood, 26, was bored. Four years of teaching high school biology had worn her hopes of changing the world thinner than she could have imagined after graduating from college. Trying to stave off the feeling of uselessness, she filled her days with school-related activities, leaving her with little time for men. True, she had several relationships in college, but none had lasted the transition into her adult life, mostly because of her decision to move from California to Seattle. She loved the city, but the lifestyle was weighing on her. 

In late May, however, just before graduation, things began to change. One Friday afternoon, Annis had retrieved her mail to find a large, white envelope in her box with only her name, no address, typed on the front. Turning it over, she found the words "Kyros-giolla Institute, Colorado" inscribed in gold script. Intrigued, she opened it on the porch, pulled out a small bound portfolio, a longish questionnaire and a letter. Upon reading the letter, she suddenly dropped, stunned, into a nearby chair.

"Dear Annis, " the letter read. "Due to your lifestyle, age, and past choices, we at the Kyros-giolla Institute would like to offer you a place during our next season beginning in June. The introductory session lasts three months and would include many life-changing opportunities such as travel, inter-personal relations, and team building. The nature of the Kyros-giolla Institute is to instruct women, giving them opportunities to reveal their inner beings through sexual exploration. The enclosed information will explain further about our grounds, expectations, terms, and financial plans. Based on your background, private inquiries, and information provided by the source listed below, we have seen fit to offer you a full scholarship of $25,000 to the upcoming session. This scholarship would include all tuition fees, meals, travel concessions, books, necessary class purchases, and a $5.000 grant to enhance your time with us. We hope the enclosed information will help answer any questions you have and will give you a better idea of our luxurious atmosphere. If you have any questions regarding the program, please call the numbers listed below or visit our website. If you are interested in this offer, please fill out the enclosed questionnaire by Sunday. Further instructions about its return will be sent to you tomorrow. Until that time, we wish you the best."

Annis looked to see where such an organization had gotten any information about her. "Information provided by," it read, "www.excrusiationsensation.com". At this, the blood drained from her face. That web site was ... well, it was embarrassing! But, since her sex life was non-existent, she had visited that web site a few times and had just become a member three weeks ago. She had thought that information was completely private! It involved light BDSM, something she had always wondered about, but had never been with anyone else interested in it. So much so, that she had never been intrigued enough to actually have sex. "That's right," she thought, "still a virgin at 26." Not that she hadn't had some pretty intense experiences; there was that make-out session she had with her roommate sophomore year that had left her breasts bruised for days afterwards, not to mention her almost daily masturbation sessions with her handy vibrator. 

Dragging her thoughts back to the present, however, her first instinct was to throw the whole package away. She was intrigued though... and an expense-paid summer was worth looking into. Going inside, Annis made herself some tea and sat down at the kitchen table. She opened the portfolio. The first section was full of photos of the Kyros-giolla Manor, a huge stone and wood house would serve as both her classroom and living area. The grounds were extensive, over 1,500 acres of forest and woodland. The pictures of the living quarters were breath taking. "Hmmmm... if I actually did accept this offer, it would certainly be the nicest place I've ever lived," she thought. The second section outlined three optional international trips, one to Greece, one to Japan, and one to Iceland. The outlined itineraries showed a few days in major towns and cities for tourist activities; the rest of the time was for 'intensive coursework" particular to the culture of the country. 

The third section was the one that made her realize what this session would actually mean for her. It was certainly something she had never thought about before. This section listed courses for the introductory session and gave the expectations as far as grading. Each participant received three grades per course: a participation grade, an effort grade, and a final grade. She was surprised to learn that the participation and effort grades were given at the end of term, but that the final could be taken at any time during the final six weeks of the course. In order to be considered for the next session, a participant had to pass at least seven classes. The courses were... "Oh my god," she thought, though not without a little shiver of nervousness and excitement. Even without descriptions, the course listing was explicit enough to give her a good mental picture of what she would be doing. 

The offered classes were: 

* All Tied Up 

* Art: drawing, photography, and sculpture

* Back-Stabbing: a guide to anal sex 

* Becoming giolla 

* Collar: pride and prejudice

* Counseling and Psychology 

* Exhibition Inhibition

* God and goddess: Celtic spirituality

* Khama Sutra

* Leash: how far is too far?

* Master: friend and foe

* Masturbation and Master-bation 

* Piercing and Tattoo

* Punishment: whips, electricity, and water 

* Outdoors

* Pregnancy and Birth

* Slave vs. Servant

* Virginity

* Women to Woman Sexuality

Required classes were Becoming giolla, which was listed as a history class, Collar, and Master. That left her with four other classes of her choice. How these classes would be carried out, she could only guess. She was sure, however, that she would not be a virgin when she finished, she would certainly have a break in the monotony of her life, and...well, she had always been curious about the whole BDSM scene. Then, there was always the financial benefit. She hesitated for a minute then decided to call the number given below.

"Hello, the Institute. This is Kayte, can I help you?" came an assured voice on the other end of the line.

"Kayte, Hello, this is Annis Edgewood. Ummm... I received some information today from the Kyros-giolla institute and, ummmm, I was just wondering..." Annis was totally embarrassed. 

"You were wondering if we really do exist, right?" asked Kayte.

"Well, yes, I was. And I was wondering if you could tell me a little more about it."

There was a little laughter at the other end of the line. "That is most people's question. Let me assure you, we really do exist. You can look up the house of Goggle Earth if you want to."

This was something Annis hadn't thought of before. Kayte continued.

"The Kyros-giolla Institute has been in practice for thirty - five years now. We are entirely non-profit financially and run off of private donations and tuition payments. What kind of specific questions did you have Annis?"

"Well," said Annis, a little more at ease after the up-front, business approach Kayte took, "I was wondering, if I did decide to be a part of the next session, what would happen if I got there and found out this was definitely not for me? I mean, what if I hated it or felt really uncomfortable all the time or I just decided I didn't want to do it anymore?"

"That's not a problem. Unless you are an exceptional case, your first three days are what we call 'open ended sessions' which are pretty much informational, question and answer sessions. There're some hands-on opportunities, but none are required, though you will be able to view some 'regular' classes and meetings with our permanent members. At the end of these three days - or at any time during them - you are welcome to leave. After that point, you sign a privacy disclosure and a security waver written by yourself and your mentors. After this, you can also choose to leave, but we require that you have a two to four day debrief session. Here we would have a review, discuss what happened, what was so uncomfortable, things you enjoyed, both positive and negative things about the program, and suggestions you would have for the next session. It's the exact same debrief session the entire group undergoes during their last week at the Institute, this one would just be sped up a bit. Naturally, if there were an emergency in your family, you would be allowed to either leave permanently, with a very abbreviated debrief session, or leave and return as soon as possible. We try to be as flexible as we can."

"This might sound foolish, but... well... what about personal safety? I mean, I know from the portfolio that your all about BDSM, but no one who works there or comes there is a freak or a criminal, right? I mean, how do you know?" This was the question Annis was really concerned about. 

"Well, let me assure you that we do extensive background checks on everyone who receives any information about the Institute. You, for instance, received seven speeding tickets in college, and were put on academic probation after your first semester at UCLA but were still able to graduate with a 3.3 GPA. You haven't had a serious relationship in four years, and you drive a Honda - mostly to and from your work at Crestridge High. We require a seriously clean slate for anyone working for us - excellent academic work, sexually clean, no arrests, no name changes, a stable family and emotional background and the instructors and Masters are all Red Cross Certified. You should probably know as well that none of the participants are under the age of 24 and none are older than 45. None of the instructors, both personal and class instructors, are younger than 30 and older than 50 with the exception of the housemaster and headmistress. No one has ever filed criminal charges against us or taken any legal action against us in any way - no sexual harassment cases, no charges of rape. Regarding safe sexual practices, they are entirely your choice. We do require women to be on the pill; if you are not already, we will get you a prescription at your initial check-up done at registration. You will find out more about this if you decide to come down here."

Annis was stunned. They really had checked up on her. And they were really serious about safety. She really didn't know what to say.

"Look," said Kayte, "I have been affiliated with the Institute for seven years. I can probably tell you whether or not you would fit in here. Would you be willing to give me some information?"

"I guess," replied Annis, still shaken.

"How long did it take you to decide to call me?"

"Ummmm.... about half an hour, I guess."

"That's pretty quick. Most people wait a few days. And how many times a week do you visit any porn sites?" continued Kayte.

"Maybe twice a week"

"Do you mean twice a week or five times a week?" asked Kayte with a knowing smile in her voice.

Annis blushed. "Okay, really on average, about four or five."

"The truth the first time from here on out, okay?"

"Okay. I promise" smiled Annis, eased by Kayte's tone.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Usually at least once a day." Whew. She had never said that out loud.

"Annis?" asked Kayte, "what do you think this sound is?"

A faint buzz began in the background. It sounded a little like an electric saw but no - no surely it couldn't be a vibrator?

"Is it... are you..." stuttered Annis.

"What-what is it, Annis? What am I - am I doing?" asked Kayte, this time a bit breathless.

"It's a vibrator, isn't it?" This was wild. It was insane. And also a little hot. Actually, Annis was getting pretty wet under her flowered skirt.

"Yesssssss. Have you ...checked ...oh my god...to see how wet... you are yet?" Annis started at the question - she had indeed just slipped her hand between her legs.

"Ummmm... yes." Kayte's breathing was harder through the phone. Annis couldn't help but pushing aside her underwear and spreading her legs a bit.

"Tell Me..." gasped Kayte, "what to do next!" 

"What?"

"What would you do in my position?" asked Kayte, quickly. "God... hurry... I can't cum... until you help me!"

"Ummmm... I would push down a little harder with the vibrator and," she gasped a bit as her own clit swelled with the thought, "rotate it in small circles... around my clit."

"aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnd?" cried Kayte, desperate.

Annis was getting close to cumming at this point herself, just listening to the other woman cresting to orgasm. "I would - I would pull back the hood of my clit to get... full pressure. And then I would... I would ... oh god, I would cum, Kayte, I'm cummming, I'm cumming now!" Her body buckled, electric.

Kayte let out what sounded like a cry, followed by a few pants and a low groan. Annis, her clit and pussy still contracting in her own orgasm, could hear her beginning to recover, though the vibrator continued to buzz. After about five seconds, the questions continued.

"Did you really cum?" asked Kayte, whose voice sounded totally controlled again.

"Yes. Is... is that okay?" asked Annis.

"Oh, Annis, yes. Yes, it's wonderful. And yes, you should seriously consider this opportunity. May I ask what your financial situation is?" continued Kayte; Annis noticed the vibrator had not stopped.

"Ummmm... well, I am okay, financially, I guess. I mean, I always could go for extra cash, but I am a scholarship recipient, that is, if I decide to go."

"Well, in that case, you should undoubtedly come here. Look, if you come and hate it after three days, you won't have lost anything." Annis was quiet. Kayte continued, "I mean, unless you choose to do so, you won't have lost anything - including your virginity - no sacrifice at all. And you will at least have had a break in the monotony of your life, right?"

"I guess that's true..."

"Well, did you have any other questions?"

"No, no you've been great, Kayte, really. Well, actually I was wondering why the vibrator is still on. And... hey, how did you know I was still a virgin?!" 

"See, that's why you need to come here - to learn why! You will just have to see it for yourself. I look forward to meeting you, Annis. Have a good day."

"Thanks again, bye." Annis was still puzzled, though. When she got there, she certainly had a few more questions she wanted answered. Then she realized she could indeed visualize herself doing this. Wow.

The next day, Saturday, she began her day with her vibrator, thoughts still on the phone conversation with Kayte the day before. As always, she placed a thick pad between her clit and her vibrator; she had always done this, as it was painful without it. Then, she lay back, and began to visualize having to do this and do an interview on the phone. But, instead of seeing herself masturbate, she fantasized that some strong, dark man pushed her legs down, forcing her to talk gently into the phone while he mauled her cunt. She began to squirm as her juices seeped out of her vagina. Suddenly, she pulled the pad away and felt the rough intensity of the vibrator pushed hard directly down on her clit. Tears came to her eyes as she bucked and cried out against it. She forced her hand still on her clit for twenty seconds; by the time she stopped, tears were running down her face and her clitoris was so tender she could not wash it in the shower without having a mini-orgasm. Afterwards, she put on her robe, knowing that jeans would only leave her constantly aroused and she had things to do. 

After her morning orange and coffee, she opened the questionnaire that had come with the letter and portfolio and started filling it out. The first page was basic information about herself and her family. There were questions about her sexual health and a section that told her upon initial contact with the Institute she would have to submit to a STD test. Then came questions about her sexual past, similar to those Kayte had asked the day before. Was she still a virgin? Describe three intense sexual experiences. How long had she been involved/interested in BDSM? Had she ever had a submissive sexual experience? A dominant experience? How many sexual partners had she had? How often had she been naked in front of anyone outside of a partner and family? Had she ever had oral sex? Anal sex? visited a porn site? been in a porn movie or photography? Did she own any whips, crops, and leather clothes of a sexual nature? What kind of lingerie did she own? Favorite colors? Favorite foods? What type of man did she like/not like? Physical and mental/emotional characteristics of preference? 

It was, truthfully, pretty extensive. It made her reflect a lot on her (lack of) sexual experience. There had been a whole section of specific questions she had no way of answering regarding sexual positions and BDSM specifics. Finally finished, she ran her hands through her long hair, sweeping it back away from her face. She felt her pussy - sopping wet and still very sensitive. She went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, spread her legs, sighed, put her pussy pad into place, and reached for her vibrator. Three minutes later, due to her ultra-sensitive state, Annis was about to cum hard. Juices flowed freely from her pussy, coating even her anus. Then, the phone rang. She ignored it, trying to refocus on the waves of physical pleasure jolting through her body. Then she heard a man's voice on her answering machine. 

"Annis," it said firmly. "This is Etan Sharp from the Institute. Stop masturbating immediately and answer the phone, please."

Annis froze. Then, she did the only thing she could think of and, with pussy gaping, begging for release, juices running down her legs, she ran to the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Annis, thank you for being so prompt. Let me introduce myself again. My name is Etan Sharp; I have been with the Kyros-giolla Institute for five years. Did I interrupt you?"

"N-no..."

"Annis, I need for you to tell me the truth now, okay? What were you doing when I called you?" Etan sounded patient but expectant.

"I was... I was in the bathroom, on the toilet, masturbating." For some reason talking about this with a man was different than it had been with Kayte the day before. 

"How close were you to cumming before the phone rang?"

"Probably just a minute, maybe less," she said very quietly, suddenly very shy.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, but -"

"What is it, Annis? You can tell me," assured Etan.

"I don't think I want to right now. Is that okay?" Why was she so uncertain all of a sudden? 

"That's fine, Annis. Thank you for telling me. Do you want to know why I called you?"

"I think you might be calling about the questionnaire."

"That's right. Have you finished it?" asked Etan.

"Yes, I finished it just a few minutes ago."

"Was that when you started masturbating?"

"Yes." Blood rushed to her face and she blushed bright red at what she had just admitted.

"Good. I want to know if you would like to wait until tomorrow to turn your questionnaire in, or if you would like to do it today?"

"Well," said Annis, "is there any reason to wait?"

"Good question. Some people need the extra time to think over some of their answers. Do you think you will need to do that?"

"No... Actually, Etan, er, Mr. Sharp, I think I might change some of them to less truthful answers if I keep reading over it. I think it would be best if I could go ahead and give it to you."

"No problem. Could you read the question and answer to number 57 for me?" requested Etan.

Annis was surprised, but immediately asked him to wait while she got the questionnaire. "The question reads 'How often have you been naked in public outside of a partner or family member?' And my answer was 'never'." She blushed, glad he couldn't see her. 


Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 01



"Okay. I will be at your house in 15 minutes to pick up your questionnaire. Please be naked on your back porch when I come. Have your vibrator or dildo with you, but do not use it."

"What!?! I can't do that! What if the neighbors see?"

"Annis," said Etan sternly, "they won't see. Sit in a comfortable chair, drink some water or tea, and have your toys near enough to pick up without leaving your chair. That is your assignment. Do not wear a robe on the way out there. Walk out naked and prepare to walk inside naked after I leave. It would not have been so strenuous if you had not lied to me at the beginning of our conversation. Understand?"

"Sure," she said abashed and still hesitant. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Yes. I am very sure. I will be there in 15 minutes." He hung up, leaving Annis open mouthed and nervous.

She ran into the bathroom, mopped the juices from between her legs as best she could, grabbed her vibrator, and ran outside. Then she realized she was still dressed and had nothing to drink. She ran into the kitchen, got a glass of water, and looked down at her robe. She sighed. Slowly, she undid the tie, slipped out of it, and draped it over the kitchen chair. Her dark fur, thick over her mons, was already wet again, but she had no time to think about that. She grabbed the questionnaire, dashed outside, and curled up in her deck chair, covering up as much as she could with her hair, the questionnaire, and squeezed-together legs. She let out a sigh as she looked for the neighbors and found no sign of them. She found out that she liked the feeling of the spring breeze on her skin, but couldn't quite enjoy it as she was waiting for Etan.

Then, she heard tires in the driveway. "Oh my god, what am I doing? What if he rapes me?" She started to panic, her eyes welled up with tears as she heard him unlatch the gate. She stared straight ahead, too nervous even to look at him. 

"Hello, Annis." She couldn't say anything. The voice came from behind her; it was strong, reassuring. She was sure he was going to rape her then kill her. "Don't let your courage fail now, girl," said Etan. "Turn and look at me." She couldn't. A hand reached down and turned her face. To her surprise, she looked up at a man in a suit. He had glasses, a beard, and softly graying hair. "I am Mr. Etan Sharp. I won't hurt you in any way, alright? Are you okay?"

"Y-yes. I'm alright now. I've just - never done this before."

"Can I help you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Take a drink of water, Annis, and lean back. Relax as much as you can." She did what he told her. Her carefully arranged hair fell away from her breasts; embarrassed, she started to try to put it back. "Leave it where it is, Annis, naturally," said Etan. Do you feel a bit better now?"

"Yes. I have the questionnaire for you. Here it is," she said, reaching out to him with it in her hand.

"Thank you," he said, "but I want to first deal with your punishment."

The fear in her eyes came back. "What punishment? I thought this was my punishment."

"This is your punishment for the lie you told to Kayte yesterday on the phone. The act you will do out here is your punishment for the lie you told to me on the phone. How long it lasts is entirely up to you. I want you to cum out here. I will stand behind you with my hands on your shoulders, holding you back into the chair, reassuring you of my presence. When enough of your juices have seeped out of you to make five drops on the patio floor, you can give me your questionnaire. I will not move my hands unless you ask me to, understand? Nor will I move in front of you. You told me earlier you did want to cum. This is your only chance to do so today. Do you have any questions?"

"No, but I don't like this. I didn't say I wanted to cum like this."

"I don't like that you lied to me. If you do want to cum, it will have to be like this. If not, I can leave immediately, empty-handed. If you would like to continue your association with the Institute, you will do as I ask. Consider this not only a punishment, but also an interview. Just tell me now, and I will leave." Annis said nothing. After a few moments, Etan reached down and picked up her vibrator. "Open your legs now. Wide, please. And keep your eyes open until you cum. Then, if you like, you may close them."

She sighed and reached for the vibrator. Etan handed it to her and moved around behind her, placing one hand on each shoulder. She draped one foot on either side of the chair. It was the sort of deck chair that had slits in it, so she carefully positioned her pussy over a crack. She looked around for her pussy pad, but then realized - to her horror - that she had left it in her room. 

"Etan? I don't have the pad I use to ease the intensity of the vibrator. Could I go get it?" She knew the answer before she finished asking the question.

"No, Annis. Continue please." 

She shivered, nervous. She knew that two such orgasms in one day would be... intense. She had never done it before and her clit was already so sensitive. Regardless, those hands weren't moving until she came. She turned on her vibrator.

The soft buzz cut through the afternoon, followed quickly by Annis' moans and cries. Etan would not let her move from the chair, but kept her pulled back into it. Quickly, her eyes filled with tears, the vibrator rubbing every nerve raw. Her clitoris was purple and distended, straining against the onslaught on the vibrator. Then, through her tears and ringing ears, she heard Etan talking to her. "You're beautiful, Annis, glistening, soft. You are so pure and rough. Cum for me, baby, cum for me, big and wet. Spray out, cum, cum beautiful."

It was unexpected, and it helped. Suddenly, she came violently, jerking, crying, but... no drops on the patio. "You must keep going, Annis," said the reassuring voice from far away. All Annis knew was pleasure and pain, wave and wave of it. Sobbing, tears running sure down her face, she could only think to keep her hand pressed tight to her jerking clit. She gave no more thought to Etan or to neighbors. All she knew was her own sexual self, clamoring for release. "Annis," said the voice from far away, "breathe deeply, reach down, and pull the hood of your clitoris towards you, just for air." She did, obeying instinctively. As soon as this happened, her clit swelled, she screamed out, and suddenly, clear liquid came rushing out of her, peppering the ground. Still screaming, she held the vibrating metal, rough and hot, tight to her clit, unsheathed, eliciting wave after wave of cum. "Is it - is it - is it... enough? Now? Please?" she cried out, no longer able to be still, kicking out with her feet.

"Yes, Annis, you may stop now." Etan was happy at the outcome of the punishment. "But it will help if you use your fingers to bring your clitoris out of orgasm."

"I don't know... what... where am I?"

"You are in the back yard, cumming hard for me in public, as a punishment for lying," reminded Etan.

Annis started to cry and tried to cover herself up again. "I'm sorry. Please, take the packet and go. Please."

"My dear," started Etan, "you were amazing. Simply lovely. Will you look at me?"

Annis lifted her red eyes to face him. "Please go?"

"I will go soon enough," said Etan, crouching down next to her. "For now, I want you to have another drink of water, and take a few deep breaths."

She did, and then she smiled. "Thank you. I hope you have a nice afternoon."

"You to, Annis. We'll be in touch soon."



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 02



Annis heard nothing from the Institute for two weeks. Graduation came and went. She assumed that after reading her answers they decided not to ask one of her sexual inexperience to the Manor after all. Strangely enough, after her masturbation session with Etan, Annis had decided to accept the offer. As soon as Etan had left, she had gotten herself inside as best she could and fell asleep immediately. When she woke, she found her pussy to be tight and swollen, still red and wet. Her clitoris was so sensitive that even a soft brush with her fingertips brought an intense wave of pleasure followed by hot pain that left her panting and throbbing. It went on like that through her period; she had increased sensitivity that put her on edge all the time. She sighed and thought again of those hands holding her back in her chair on the patio. She thought about dating again, but didn't know where she would find someone who would push her that far and put her at ease at the same time. She sighed again. Checking her mail had become a ritual. As soon as she parked her car in the garage, she dashed out to get it, only to find nothing but bills, postcards, and other junk mail. Afterwards, she went dejectedly into the kitchen for tea and consolation. 

Then, the first Saturday in June, came around. She had already checked the mail and was sitting with her tea when a knock came at the door. It was UPS man who told her that, strangely enough, he had been requested to wait for her reply. Then he handed her a white envelope. Annis' heart caught in her chest. She tore open the envelope to find only one sole piece of paper within. She read:

Dear Annis, 

Thank you so much for replying so swiftly to our previous offer. If you have decided to take up your place here, you will first complete the task below. Then, you will wait, naked and robed, for your pickup and transport on your front porch tomorrow. You may bring only undergarments, sex toys, toiletries, lingerie, and any money necessary for three months. Please bring your passport. 

Best Wishes,

Kyros-giolla Institute

Task: Retrieve your robe and vibrator (and only your vibrator), strip, and masturbate to orgasm in your living room while driver waits in the hall on the chair closest to the living room. Ensure the door stays open. Then, put your robe on but do not tie it closed. Inform him of what you have done, allow him to smell your hands, and wish him a nice day, walking with him out to the truck. As he is backing out of the driveway, remove your open robe and walk naked into the house. When you have finished, call the number below.

Annis felt a familiar shiver run down her spine and felt a little sick. Seeing her pale, the driver asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?"

"Yes, I'll be fine soon. I'll get that reply for you. Would you mind waiting here a moment while I prepare it?" She indicated the chair next to the living room. "The other chair is unsuitable for sitting in just now," she said, smiling at him. "And... you might hear some unusual noises, like cries. Please, ignore them and stay here, okay?"

"No problem, ma'am" said the driver, sitting down and looking a little puzzled.

First, she walked into the bathroom and retrieved her vibrator, a damp towel, and her robe. She returned to the living room from the kitchen and began to strip down quickly. She sat on the sofa, thinking again of the pussy pad lying useless on her floor where she had left it that morning. She turned on her vibrator and softly laid it against her clit. She immediately felt a wave of hot pain wave over her as the metal ball clawed away at her sensitive skin, but she found that the driver pulled some of her attention away. She was moaning, but trying not to moan; she was moving around, but trying not to move too much. Then, as she began to move the vibrator around in small circles, the second wave of pain hit her and she remembered she would have to tell him what she was doing anyway. She cried out, gasping, as tears welled up in her eyes. The pain kept getting in the way of the pleasure. Try as she might, Annis could not bring herself to orgasm. Her vagina was weeping with her juice, her clitoris was throbbing and purple, the muscles in her pussy were clamped down; she was crying out, pressing the heated metal ball into her cunt, frenzied, sweating, and desperate. There was only one thing left to do. She reached down and pulled the hood of her clitoris back and firmly placed the vibrator on top of it. She screamed, low and dark, and fire washed over her and water sprayed out of her. Her pussy pumped and pumped, her hands frozen in pain and ecstasy on top of the quivering clitoris. Finally, she lowered the clit hood and turned off the vibrator. She laid the wet cloth atop her mons and rested momentarily. Then, she slipped into her robe, leaving it open, and approached the driver. His face was stunned; he sat frozen to the chair

"Sir, my reply is no letter. Instead I must tell you that I have just cum. My orgasm was hard and intense. It was even painful; I will remember it for days because of the pain and constant sensitivity I will feel. As proof, would you like to smell the hands that have done this?" She was stunned that these words actually came out of her mouth. She had just not thought about them. They were just there. 

"Uh, no ma'am. I'll just, uh, go back to the truck now. If you don't have a letter, I'll be on my way." He was staring open mouthed into her open robe

"I will accompany you." She led them out to the driveway, robe whipping about her in the wind, and thanked him, wishing him a wonderful day. She stood in the driveway and waited while he began to back up. When he got to her mailbox, she deftly quelled the butterflies in her stomach, slipped out of her robe, and dashed quickly back into her house, leaving the driver to see whatever he could.

She returned to the house, panting, tears welling in her eyes. What had she done? She was turning into a slut! Did she really want to do this? She thought again about the salty-gray beard and stern voice of Etan Sharp. Yes, she did want to see him again and talk with him. He had made her feel as if she had much to learn. Wait, did she remember everything? She hadn't time to think much about it. She reread the letter and quickly called the number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Annis Edgewood. I had an assignment today and I just completed it. I would like to be picked up tomorrow." She was still shaking.

"Are you still naked?" asked the voice.

"Yes," she said. Strangely, she was becoming accustomed to questions like this.

"Confirmed. Pickup tomorrow will be at 10.00 in the morning. Please be prompt Ms. Edgewood. We also ask that you shower now and allow your body to entirely air-dry. No toweling or hair drying. Do not put on any article of clothing until you robe in the morning. Do not shower in the morning. Please do not masturbate, watch porn, or participate in any sexual activity. Do not shave any area of your body today or tomorrow. For the rest of the day it would be best if you did not leave your home. And, lastly, we ask that you do not eat anything or drink anything other than juice or water until after check in. Any questions?"

Annis was surprised, stunned, actually, but she didn't have any questions. "No, no questions."

"Confirmed. Good-bye Ms. Edgewood."

"Good-bye"

Annis went to bed early, but was unable to sleep for a long time. She had packed her pitiful lingerie, underwear, vibrator, passport, wallet, and letters from the Institute into a small bag. She did not even pack any shoes, as they had not been on her 'list'. Earlier that evening, she had called some friends and her parents to tell them she was taking a trip to Colorado for some 'new experiences' and would be out of touch for awhile. 

When her alarm went off at 9.00 her first worry was that she would be late. Then, she remembered that she could neither eat nor shower. She did some light cleaning around the house, put on her robe, grabbed her bag, set the house alarm, and went out to wait on the porch. As she sat in the rocking chair her grandmother used to own, she thought about the fact that she hadn't shaved her legs in quite a while. Actually, she hadn't shaved her mons since the summer before. That she surely should have done... maybe she would get a chance as soon as she arrived. But then, Etan hadn't seemed to mind. She couldn't see why she kept thinking about this man. He wasn't particularly attractive and he was much too old for her. What was it Kayte had said -- there were no instructors over 50? Well, even 40 was quite a bit too old for her. In fact -- 

Her thoughts broke off as she saw the limo pull up in front of her drive and stop, waiting. The windows were tinted; she could see nothing inside. Then, the driver got out, walked to her, and she was stunned to see the UPS driver from the day before! 

"Hello, Ms. Edgewood. So we meet again, I see. Thanks again for that moving performance yesterday. Allow me to help you with your bags. My name's Jamison, if you need anything."

Annis said nothing as he opened the door and helped her into the limo. Too overwhelmed to do anything else, she slept.

"Wake up, ma'am. We're at the airport."

Annis was quick to get up, and a bit embarrassed to see her robe hanging open for the driver -- er, Jamison, to see all he could ever hope to see. "Not that there's much he didn't know from yesterday," she reminded herself. As she got out of the limo, she found herself not at the major Seattle airport, but at a small, private airport. The car had pulled up just outside a small jet -- a private jet. She hadn't really thought before exactly how she was to get to the Institute, a point proving how preoccupied her mind was. She was glad it would not take long; long flights were so taxing and, though she had slept, she was already looking forward to her arrival and real rest. Not to mention the fact that she was so curious as to her upcoming life for the next few weeks. She wondered about the Manor, the people she would meet, the classes she would take... yes, the classes. "How far am I willing to go?" she wondered as she stood, looking at the plane. "I guess we'll soon find out."

As soon as she boarded the plane, Annis was surprised to see no seats, but a corridor with four small rooms leading down it. However, before she had much time to think about this, a beautiful woman wearing nothing at all except for a small gold chocker necklace with a diamond hanging from the center met her. She couldn't help but notice her perfectly shaped body and the small tattoo across the nipple of her breasts. It was of some symbol she couldn't quite make out, but it was ... eye-catching? Sexy? Intriguing? 

"Hello Annis. You should know that, outside of the presence of our Masters, we women here look each other in the eye and leave our physical judgments until we are in the classroom."

Annis jerked her eyes up, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I seem to be wrong already. I'm Annis Edgewood, but you already know that, of course."

"And I'm Servi. I will be completing your physical, blood, and STD testing here on the plane. There is one other woman on the plane with us and I will be working with her first. If you could please wait in your room, third door on your right, I will be there as soon as possible. Please disrobe as soon as you enter, fill the necessary container for a urine sample, wipe yourself off using the appropriate towel, and read the literature provided. You may fix yourself a drink if you like -- tea or water. Do you have any questions for me now?" 

"Not that I can think of -- or perhaps it's just that I have too many. You said the third door on my right?"

Servi nodded, smiling, and Annis made her way to her room, expecting something like a doctor's office. She was again stunned as she opened the door. There was indeed a toilet, sink, small bed, and two chairs within. That was were any resemblance to either a plane or a doctor's office ended. The ceiling was draped in rich blue fabric; the chairs and bedclothes were posh and rich. It smelled divine within, and soft instrumental music was playing. In buckets of ice were white grape juice, sparkling water, and cold green tea. Why, it was more like a spa than anything else! Sitting discretely next to the toilet was a small table with a glass vial, a lid, and a damp, slightly scented cloth. She immediately disrobed, hanging her robe on an ornate hook, and filled the vial for the urine sample. Then, after placing the lid on it, she carefully wiped herself with the towel, taking care not to arouse herself, though she couldn't help the wave of pleasure and pain sent by her sensitive clit. 

She stretched out lavishly on the bed, felt the plane take off, and picked up a nearby magazine. She was surprised ("though I shouldn't be by now") at finding that it was BDSM -- and not just any smut, but the Institute published it! This issue was obviously focused on anal sex. She looked, in horror and with interest and nervousness, at girls who were tied up in the air, who had men performing anal sex and oral sex at the same time, girls who were forcing dildos into their own asses, girls getting anally pounded with cucumbers, carrots, and bananas. She read a personal account of a 28 year-old's birthday party -- an anal gang-bang, one man for each year and one 'to grow on'. The pictures -- and there were many -- showed her taking the last two at once. Annis couldn't believe it -- two huge cocks at once in the ass. Would she be forced to do this? The girl in the article claimed that it was a positive experience; how that could be true, she didn't know. She did know that it made her horny just thinking about it, but she didn't want to be in the same situation. Just then, Servi walked in.

"Am I going to have to do this?!" asked Annis, in a bit of a panic. 

"Not today," Servi replied, smiling. "Don't worry. I know her and this was all she talked about for weeks afterward. Well, she did spend a lot of time standing after that, but it wasn't a bad experience. She had asked for it, you see, though until you experience something like that you can't understand what you are asking for."

"I think I'm beginning to understand that," said Annis, still a little shaken.

"Cadee has been with us for three sessions; while that is still a bit 'young' for such an intense occasion, she was very advanced in anal sex when she came to us. You might also be interested in knowing that she has never had oral sex -- never in her life. If she stays with us, she will soon need to breech that barrier, but her time has not yet come and we won't push a person farther than is good for them."

"Wow. That's still unbelievable... Hey, if you don't mind, I was wondering if you could tell me about... your breasts."

Servi smiled. "It's the mark of my Master, Khalon, and set within it is the mark he gave me. We've been together for eight years now, ever since I first came to the Institute. You can't tell yet, but I'm pregnant with our first child!"

"Congratulations! I had no idea..."

"Thanks," said Servi, then continued. "Yes, pregnancies are encouraged, but only after a strong and healthy emotional relationship has been established. There are many Kyros-giolla babies, and even two grandbabies. While no traditional marriages are performed at the Institute, the ceremonies we do have are just as binding and the Kyros-giolla relationship is, in some ways, more serious than most marriages. You'll learn more about that over the next few days. For now, let's go ahead and get this physical taken care of."

It was certainly the strangest plane ride she ever had. After the physical and tests were run, Servi told her to relax, drink lots of liquids, and read more. "Mark down any page that is of interest to you and you can discuss it when you arrive." 

Annis did as she was told, reading, her interest growing with the heat of her pussy. After they landed, she had to use the damp towel again to wipe the excessive juices from her legs, anus, and mons. As she was doing so, Servi slipped into the room.

"Annis. Stand up now and put all that you wish to take with you onto the bed. Then come over here please." Her tone was a bit sterner than it had been earlier and Annis knew not to question. She collected the magazines -- she had only gotten through four of them -- and walked over to Servi.

"I am going to be blindfolding you. You are not allowed to see anything of the people here or the grounds -- except your chambers, of course -- until your Master can show them to you. I will lead you to the orientation room and after that, you will be brought to your room."

"What?!" cried Annis, who had been looking forward to seeing the Manor and to going directly to her room to freshen up. Not to mention the fact that she was nervous about being led, blindfolded, anywhere.

"Annis," said Servi, patiently, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but you should get used to this if you plan on staying here. I know you were not expecting this, but you should go ahead and leave any expectations here. There is no way you can 'expect' any of what is ahead of you, okay?"

"O-okay. I'm sorry..."

"It's alright. This is the hardest part, I think. Now, can I put this on?"

Annis closed her eyes, and felt the dark sack cover her entire face and tightened slightly around her throat. Servi sensed her surprise at this. "It's to ensure you can't see underneath the blindfold. Now, give me your hands." Annis held out her hands, and tried to pull them back instinctively, but Servi held them tight and wrapped a thin rope around them, binding them together. "Do not be afraid. This is for you." They were strong words. Annis didn't believe them. 

Servi led her carefully from the plane. Once she reached the ground, she heard her say, "I have someone I want you to meet," and Annis felt someone, a woman, she thought, come closer to her. "You two cannot see each other now, but that will come soon enough. Annis, this is Azra. Azra, Annis."

"Hello Annis," said a soft, lilting voice next to her. "I like your name."

"And I yours," replied Annis. "They are rather similar."

Servi started forward, the two of them trailing along behind. They walked slowly down a dirt path, the sounds of the airport fading along behind them. After about fifteen or twenty minutes of walking, Annis couldn't be sure, Servi stopped them to be sure they were all right. "The Manor is only five minutes ahead. There, you will begin your first of the three - day orientation. Your things have already been brought to your rooms, where you will also find clothes, other toiletries, and accessories. I wish you the best of luck, and I think we will meet again soon." Then, she led them the rest of the way, over grass and up stone steps. She rang a bell that let out an ornate series of rings, and Annis heard large, heavy doors open. 

Walking into the Manor, Annis felt the space -- huge. Servi, silent, led them through corridors of stone; Annis could feel the coolness under her feet. She heard a door open and was guided through. Then, it closed firmly behind her. 

"Well," said a rich male voice, "It is certainly good to see you again."

Etan! He was here! His voice continued, "Now that we are all here, let us begin. You will be loosed from your blindfolds and, thereafter, from your bonds. I ask that you do not speak unless specifically asked a question. At that point, naturally, we expect the express truth, regardless of the question. The man removing your blinds and bonds is Ojas, my female companion is Megan, and my slave is Kade. Please try and remember these names, as it will displease me greatly to tell you again. We will meet here for the next two days for breakfast and spend most of the mornings here. In the afternoons, you will be able to watch and take part in some of our classes. Ojas, if you will."




Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 02



Almost immediately, a tall, dark man was taking her blindfold off and then loosing her from her bonds. Her first thought was that he was gorgeous. Her second thought was that she was naked. Her third was that she felt fat, pale, and uncertain. That thought came as she looked around and saw the other four women in the room. She thought they were all gorgeous -- and she felt every bit of her 193 pounds. She looked down, ashamed of her body here on display. 

"Annis, look at me." It was Etan. "You look beautiful."

How had he known? She looked at him and smiled in thanks. Then, she went around, looking at each other member he had named. Ojas, she knew she could remember, Megan ("that's easy") was looking at each girl with an appraising glance, wearing what was clearly a collar, a low cut shirt, and jeans. It was on Kade that her eyes rested, though. She had never seen this kind of submission before. Kade knelt on the floor, knees resting on a pad underneath her. Her arms were crossed over her chest, each hand cupped a large breast, holding them up in constant offering. Both nipples were pierced as was... "oh my god -- she's pierced her clit!" A fine gold chain that was also attached to her collar and her earrings connected all three. Her blond hair was cut very short and her pussy had no hair on it at all. Never once during the entire orientation did she meet anyone's eyes except Etan's and that only happened once that she saw. Would this be her in a few weeks? She wasn't sure if she could bear it...

Then, Megan began to speak, welcoming them all to the Institute. She talked about the history of the place, and the history of Kyros-giolla. "'Kyros'," she said, "means Master. giolla, means 'servant'. Names here are very important to us. Each of your Masters will explain exactly how important that is to each of you individually." Next, she explained how the sessions ran, overlapping each other. "This means, you will spend the first four weeks here guided by those from the last group. They will answer many of your questions. Your closest friends, however, are here, now, in this room. There will be times you don't like each other very much, times you will be jealous of each other, times you will cry with and about each other, but you will all experience something here very few other people will ever understand, much less relate to. On that note, I would like for you all to find your seat on the floor against the wall." 

She waited while they all sat down. Annis noticed that everyone's place was basically the same, though slightly different. Her pad on the floor was a pale green, her favorite color, and it was set on a pair of low drawers. There was also a long, low table next to it, on top of which was a glass of iced green tea with slices of frozen strawberry in it, a few small towels, and a shallow bowl. There were also three long, thin, ribbed rods, one of metal, one of crystal, and one of wood. Each was of varying thicknesses and the ribs were of different depths. There was also a black ball that looked like a large marble and she thought might have been made of glass. Lastly, she noted two vibrators. One looked almost exactly like her own; the other... sent shivers up and down her spine. It had four prongs on it, two looked like pincers, the other two looked like antennae, though one was much longer than the other. She looked closer at Azra's place. She had water instead of tea, her pad was dark red, and her vibrators were clearly very different. And, instead of rods, she had a huge dildo. Actually, she was the only one without a dildo. "I guess that means I'm the only virgin here..." she thought, unsurprised. "They can't get that many, I suppose." 

Seeing they were all in place and had taken note of their surroundings, Ojas stood. "Each of you is already familiar with certain workings of your bodies, but there is much you do not know. When you are finished with us, you will know more about yourselves and more about each other. You will also realize how much you do not know about yourselves. Thus, it is imperative we begin to teach you about yourselves immediately. You should also begin to teach each other about yourselves. For the next hour, I want you to masturbate. Cum as much as you would like, but do not cease to pleasure yourself. You may use any of the tools you see next to you that you already know how to use. If you know how to use everything provided, use everything you wish. If you only know how to use one, use only one. By the end of the hour, be able to describe at least one masturbation technique enjoyed by each of your friends. Any questions relevant to the task?"

Annis was nervous, to say the least. She had only ever masturbated in front of one man and that was Etan. He was not standing in front of her then, nor was he watching her, judging her as she felt these people were. Then there was the fact that she did indeed only know about one of these 'toys' and masturbating with that for an hour would leave her bloody -- not orgasmic. Then she remembered that she could also use the towels as padding and could even pay some attention to her breasts, legs, and anus. Relaxing a bit, she started.

Her fingers began to softly caress her chest and stomach. Her skin twitched and became goose flesh, her nipples became erect and tight. She began to twist one through her fingers, and hearing a sharp cry, looked at the woman on her right, was surprised to see her flat on her back, legs splayed, forcing a two-pronged dildo deep inside her -- one huge 'prong' was inside her ass, the other was inside her pussy. She was pushing down hard, but slowly, ensuring complete acceptance of the foreign object, but also giving herself time to adjust to it as best she could. Annis couldn't help but note that she was shaking and moaning. Imagining herself being forced to do that, brought a little twitch to her clit. Immediately, she began pulling and twisting hard on her nipples. As her juices began to flow, she moaned softly and low. After about fifteen minutes, she looked up to see Azra sweating and panting across the room. She didn't make a sound, but by the tense look on her face, she would cum any minute. Looking closer, Annis saw a bright blue dildo vibrating in her pussy; it had an attachment serving as a vibrator, leaving her stuffed full of dildo vibrating deep inside of her and lightly stimulating her clit too. Sure enough, less than five minutes later (Annis was surprised she lasted so long, actually), Azra came. She made only the smallest sound, a high-pitched grunt, but kicked out and immediately yanked the dildo, still vibrating and twisting, out of her cunt. She fell back against the bed, dropped the dildo onto the floor, and lay still for a moment. Another girl started to scream her orgasm, another to call out the name of a fantasized lover. Reaching for her vibrator, Annis looked back at Azra. Her black and red pussy was shinning and tears were running down her face. Her hands were slowly moving across her chest, fingering each brown nipple. 

Annis arranged a towel on top of her pussy and put the vibrator to work. 

Soon after that, she lost track of everything else, focusing only on her own pleasure. She was so aroused and her clit was already so sensitive from the day before that she forgot the accompanying pain in the first moment of pleasure. Then, hot waves of pain seared upward from her clit. She cried out, but continued on, remembering that she had indeed done this before and the same man who had been with her then was here now. She closed her eyes and imagined that it was he who held the vibrator. She knew, however, that he would never allow her to lay here with a towel over her pussy. He would want to watch her juices fill up her pussy and spill down, trailing to her anus. She would want him to see; she would want him to be proud of her when she came for him. She did want him to see. "Etan!" she screamed out, pulling the towel away. The pain was excruciating -- or was that the pleasure? She couldn't tell... she didn't care... he was there, watching her. Strong hands, pulling her back into a chair, telling her she was beautiful... "Pleeease! Pleeeease! I'm cummmmm -- cummmmmmm -- cumming!" She felt the pressure building up inside her and the lush freedom of release as cum showered down from her. Still, she did not stop the mechanical tirade upon her pussy. "For you, Etan!...you!" She was panting and sweating, but felt the wave rise in her again as her muscles clamped down on the cock that wasn't there. "AAAArgh... again!" She felt, this time, a pointed pain, as her clitoris spasmmed. "I'm cumming cumming cumming cumming! Please, yes!" She bucked, juices again spraying out of her. She kept the vibrator pressed against her clit, but was not now so intent. Slowly, she started to come down off of the orgasm, panting. Moving the vibrator off her clitoris and over her vaginal lips, she looked around a bit dazed. 

Azra was smiling at her, so was another girl. Ojas was staring openly at the girl next to Annis, who was crying, hard, having still not removed the dildos from her pussy and her anus. It was on Kade, again however, that her dazzled eyes rested. She was standing now, head down. Her hands were on either side of her head, elbows pointing one at opposite walls. Annis realized now that Kade had not merely been holding her breasts in offering. The chains attaching her breasts to her collar were too short to allow them to hang freely. Without the support of her hands, Kade's breasts were pulled upwards, causing her constant pain. Indeed, tears were streaming down her face. But Annis quickly realized that it was not the chains pulling her breasts that were bringing her such anguish. Etan was kneeling now, but not in submission. He was staring straight up into the eyes of his giolla, clearly in command, though not saying one word. He had taken off his jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeve. Annis gasped as she realized that he was not caressing her, instead he had his entire hand and almost half of his forearm inside her pussy! Every few seconds, he would call her name in a low voice and remove his arm to the wrist, before plunging upwards again. His other hand held a vibrator like hers to Kade's clitoris, removing it every time her heels left the floor. Kade never made a sound until, with one swift movement, Etan's entire arm to the elbow was thrust into her pussy while, at the same time, pushing the vibrator hard against her clit. Then she let out a short, quiet moan, followed by -- about five minutes later, when Etan had not moved at all, a plea of "M- M- M-aster..." Still, Etan made no move. Kade began to shake. "I love -- you -- you" was all she would say. Little by little, he began to remove his arm and turned the vibrator off. "I love you, you, you and only you, Kade. I love you." He continued, but did not remove his hand entirely. Then, he guided her into a squat in front of him, and whispered in her ear. She leaned up against him, and, with one quick movement, he removed his hand, wrist clenched in a fist. It was covered in her blood. 

"Kade," said Etan, loud enough for the girls to hear even over their own pleasure, "let them see you cum. It is my wish that you recline so they may see you and cum for them. Make no sound and do not move."

He staid next to her then, her eyes once more downcast, looking at no one. Suddenly, Annis knew that through the entire ordeal, Kade had not experienced one orgasm. Instead, she had saved it for them. As this registered in her mind, she felt another wave of excitement rise in her and she returned the vibrator, involuntarily almost, to her clit. Etan took the vibrator once more and, looking straight at Annis, grabbed the chain of the clit piercing and thereby pulled back the hood of Kade's clit. Kade shook the tiniest bit as he pressed the vibrator into her exposed flesh. Annis, crying out as she did so, pulled back her own hood, pushed down with her vibrator, and came immediately, gasping. Kade however, endured almost ten minutes before Etan said, "Now, darling." Then, unmoving, she sprayed forth her cum and the blood that Etan had brought with his onslaught. She came and came; Annis had no idea one woman could have that much cum inside her. As the flood stemmed, Etan asked, "Shall I stop now, love?" and, hearing nothing to the contrary, turned off the vibrator. 

Rising, and washing his hands, he left her to recover her breath and senses. 

"Kade has been with me for four years. She is exemplary, and my life partner. She is one of the strongest women I have ever known. As of this moment, she is your mentor. Please, show her your appreciation." He began to clap and everyone joined in.

"Now," said Megan, "you will go directly to your rooms. Enter the elevator and find your name. Pushing the button corresponding to your name with bring you to your room. Ojas will accompany you and will be returning in a few moments to see if there is anything else you need. You will find dinner waiting for you; please eat as much as you can. If, upon inspection, you find anything in your chambers that makes you uncomfortable or is unsatisfactory, give it to him upon his return or bring it with you when he rouses you in the morning. Do not masturbate anymore until we meet, all of us, together again. Sleep well."



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 03



She awoke to someone knocking sharply on her door. Startled and momentarily forgetful of where she was, she scrambled to find something to wear, crying out "Just a minute!"

Immediately, the door opened and Ojas entered. "You should know, Annis, that I knock to wake you, not to ask your permission to enter." His voice was stern, but he smiled. "I have come to escort you to session."

"Is there anything I should do? I mean, I haven't brushed my teeth or ..." Annis was still a bit panicky.

Ojas was very reassuring. "No, dear. Don't worry about that, all of it will be taken care of in session today. Are you warm enough?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Then do not bother with your robe; follow me immediately."

When they got out into the hall, Lamis was already standing there, waiting for them. She smiled at Annis and asked how she liked her room. "Oh, it's marvelous!" she answered, as they got into the elevator. "It's exactly me, if you know what I mean."

"I feel the same way! It reminds me of being back in Lebanon -- all the dark wooden windows, rugs, incense, and fires..."

"I would love to see it sometime," answered Annis. "It sounds rather different than mine."

At that, they resumed silence as they entered the orientation room.

"Good morning, girls," welcomed Megan. "Please go to your sections, relax, and drink the beverage on your table."

Annis walked to her pad, this time finding another herbal tea next to her. It was pale yellow and a little sweet and served warm. She sat there sipping, and smiled good-morning to Azra and to the other girl who was now perched on a bright yellow pad. She assumed they were waiting on the other two girls who were still missing. By the time Ojas returned with them, she had almost finished her tea. The two of them were welcomed and resumed their places. 

"Well, now that we are all here," began Etan, "let me ask you about the session yesterday. You were told to notice something about the rest of the group; who can tell me something about Kendis and her sexual preferences?" He indicated the girl right next to Annis, the one who had used the two -- pronged dildo yesterday. No one offered an answer. Unsure, but wanting to please Etan, Annis raised her hand.

"Yes, Annis. Please, tell us something about Kendis."

"I would think she likes things slow and hard, sexually."

Ethan smiled. "Why would you think that?"

Annis looked at Kendis whose face was bright red and she was staring at the floor. "Well...Kendis only used the one dildo yesterday and she was very forceful, but took it rather slow. Actually..." she hesitated. "Go on, Annis," prompted Megan.

"Ummmm... I don't actually know if she came or not. Her whole session just seemed very intense. Not really pleasurable."

"Thank you Annis. That was very insightful. Anyone else?" Annis waited, but no one else offered an answer. "Too bad. Kendis, can you come up here please?"

Kendis stood and walked up to the table.

"Kendis, you will take four strikes with the rod this morning for your classmates inability." A general out cry arose, everyone except for Annis was calling out that they could indeed say something about her experience yesterday. "I'm sorry, Kendis, but the time to hear these explanations is past. Please put your hands on either side of your head and spread your legs."

Kendis was white as a sheet. Annis guessed that, like herself, Kendis had never experienced much sexually in public. Megan picked up a thin birch rod about three feet long and walked behind her. "Kendis," she said, "there will be one strike for each of your classmates who had nothing to offer. Usually, regarding punishments, you will have a safe word to use in case things get too intense for you. However, no safe word is given for your first punishment, regardless of what it is. You must be strong for this. Keep your eyes open, look only at Etan, try to make no sound except I want you to count out each blow."

Annis was waiting, fearfully, for the first strike. When it came, however, she found she was totally unprepared. Instead of striking her across the back or buttocks, Megan lowered the cane to the floor and pulled up hard and quick between Kendis' knees. The blow landing firmly on her pussy. Kendis stepped forward and crouched down, pressing her legs together as tears filled her eyes. "One!!" But she didn't move. 

"Kendis. Stand up please. Resume the position."

Slowly, she did. The next blow came swiftly as soon as she had gotten back to her feet. "Two." Then the next, "Three," sent tears streaming down her face. "Four." Kendis stood shaking now, sobbing. 

"Thank you, Kendis. Please return to your place and lay on your mat. Annis, do you have your vibrator?" asked Megan. When Annis assented, Megan said "Good. Lamis and Safa, will you go to Kendis and each hold one of her arms down?" They went to her and did as they were told, though they weren't sure why. "Azra, will you and Rivka bend her knees and hold her legs open?" Suddenly, Annis knew what she was going to be asked to do. When Megan told her, the words were no surprise. With her hard metal vibrator, she was to bring Kendis to orgasm. Twice. When she heard this, Kendis began to cry out, trying to kick out and move out from under her classmate's firm grip. But she could not. With sorrow, Annis turned on her vibrator. She knew this would hurt Kendis, but she also knew the orgasms themselves would bring some relief to the pain inflicted by the birching. She was surprised, however, to see the red, raw marks cris-crossing over Kendis' mons. She turned on the vibrator.

Kendis started to moan and cry out as soon as Annis placed it on her clitoris. With slow deliberation, Annis pressed down firmly, moving it in slow circles around her clit. With her other hand, she dipped into the juices that were flowing from Kendis' vagina and smeared them across her clitoris, eliciting a further cry from Kendis. Annis soon felt her own juices start to flow down her legs, but was so focused on her task, she did nothing about it. As the vibrator moved consciously around and over her clit, Kendis became quieter and quieter. Annis soon decided that it was time for the first orgasm. Without heed to the red welts, Annis pressed down hard into Kendis' clit. Kendis' whole body buckled and thrashed, but Annis did not lessen the pressure nor did she move the vibrator. Kendis started to pant and shake, begging Annis to stop. But Annis couldn't stop -- Kendis needed to crest into orgasm once more. So, keeping the same pressure on her clit, Annis moved to the other side, moving the vibrator back and forth, up and down. Then, she began to scrape her fingernails across the other side of Kendis' clit. Immediately, Kendis came again, this time showering Annis with her cum, whimpering. Annis removed the vibrator, but kept stimulating her with her fingers and Ethan had taught her -- or tried to teach her -- to bring her out of her orgasm. 

"Thank you Annis. Thank you Kendis." Etan's voice was husky. Annis looked over and was stunned to see him; Kade had her face buried in his crotch. Even though his trousers were still on, she was giving him a blow job! "What is it you want now, Kendis?" he asked.

"I want... I want a big dick in my pussy! Please, don't leave me like this! Please, please, please, please... I want a big dick in me..." Annis was stunned. How she could want any more stimulation after that was beyond her ability to comprehend. She was even more surprised, then, as Etan put his hand on Kade's head; she stopped pleasuring him and moved away as he stood and walked over to Kendis. His penis was large, thick and red. 

"Kendis, do you want me to cum inside of you?" Etan bent down over her, positioning himself between Azra and Rivka, fully clothed, but with a fully engorged penis standing out straight in front of us all. 

"YES!... Please, please please please please..." It was all she could say. With no warning, Etan plunged his penis inside of her. Annis felt a wave of hot jealousy engulf her as she heard him lean over her and say "You are beautiful right now, Kendis, more beautiful than ever before." He began to pump in and out of her, as she squirmed and moaned, trying to accommodate his girth inside of her. He moved faster and faster; Kendis fought again against the rest of the group holding her down. Then, Etan roared and then became very still. "Kade," he said, quietly after a moment, "come here and clean me." Obediently, she came over and after he pulled out of Kendis' gaping vagina, she took his penis again into her mouth, sucking all of the other woman's juice and all of his spent sperm off of him. "I love you, Kade. I love only you." While she ministered to him, he caressed her head. When she was done, he closed his pants and returned to the table. 

"Thank you Kendis," said Megan. "Girls, please return to your pallets. As you can see, it is very important that all of you--"

There was an unexpected knock at the door; Etan rose to answer it while Megan continued.

"—participate in each exercise. Let us continue."

"Excuse me, Megan, but I need to see the panel outside momentarily, please," said Etan, closed the door, but keeping his hand on the handle. Seeing the surprised glances of Kade, Megan, and Ojas, Annis was sure this was indeed an unusual interruption. Kade, without questioning, got up and went over to her master who opened the door and she went outside. Megan, however, said "But Etan--," 

"I'm sorry Megan," answered Etan, "I know this is very unusual. Please come outside. Girls, while we are conferring, please think about the answers you will give for your classmates." He reached over and turned out the lights; immediately, the room got colder.

Sharing a surprised glance, Ojas and Megan moved to the door without another word. All of the girls lay without speaking. Annis could hear Kendis; she was still breathing heavily and she occasionally let out a soft cry. After about five minutes in the dark, she began to cry.

"Kendis?" asked Annis. "Are you alright?"

"No... that was just..."

"It's alright," said Annis, soothingly. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"I'll be okay, Annis, thanks. It's just that... well, it was so intense. I feel like I've been looking for this for so long. I know, it sounds crazy..."

"No. No, Kendis. It doesn't sound crazy." Annis was thinking what she would have done if Etan had asked her if she wanted him to cum inside of her. She remembered the wave of jealousy that had washed over her when he heard him telling Kendis how beautiful she was. She sighed. 

The door opened then and Ojas stepped inside. "Annis." His voice was loud enough to cut through the darkness. "Put on the robe underneath your pallet and join us outside, please." Going back outside, he closed the door behind him.

Annis was shaken. What in the world was going on? With nothing else to do, Annis grabbed the robe that was indeed underneath her pallet, put it on, and, stumbling, found her way to the door. She opened it, and stepped into the light.



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 04



"Annis."

Her eyes were still adjusting to what seemed to be the blinding light of the hallway. She was a little unsure who had called her name. 

"Yes?"

"Why did you come here?"

Her eyes were clearing now. She seemed to be in some sort of anti-chamber. There was a roaring fire which cast a golden sheen across the wood paneled walls. Her feet were sunk into a plush Persian carpet and the other members of the panel were sitting in high backed chairs gathered around the fire. There were a few of these around the room, some facing the windows away from her; others stood empty, their plush leather inviting her to sit down. She daren't.

"I'm sorry, did you ask me why I came here?"

It was Ojas who answered. "Yes, Annis."

"I - I came here for... many things, I suppose. Mostly, I came for guidance. I really don't know a lot about myself sexually. Though I am a virgin, I - I've been drawn to the submissive sexual style. Actually, I think that's why I am still a virgin. I've been with too many men who wanted me to take control. In every other aspect of my life, I am in charge; I think I just want someone to take charge of me. Is... is that alright?" She looked at their faces. Imperturbable. 

Etan was rubbing his chin, looking at her very seriously. "Annis, are you thinking of leaving us in the next day or so?"

"No." After a moment of silence from the panel, she added, "I will stay."

"I'm sure you will have noticed," began Megan, "that this is unusual for us to do at this point, but your Master wants ..." she stopped and glanced at Etan who continued.

"Annis, the man who will be your Master is very keen to take you as you are. His wish is that none other will bring you to orgasm and that none other will touch you until he has done and without his explicit permission. I am inclined to grant his request."

Annis stood there, waiting.

"You are not afraid?" asked Ojas.

"I am neither more afraid nor less afraid than I think I would be meeting him now or later," answered Annis. 

"So, you will accept this?" asked Megan.

"I will submit to whatever you think is best for me," answered Annis.

"Blindfold her, then." The voice came from nowhere, it seemed. Before she had a chance to look for the person to whom it belonged, blackness covered her face. This blindfold did not cover her entire face, instead it stopped just under her nose, leaving her mouth free. She began to panic, breathing heavily and trying not to scream. She stood, shaking, before them all.

It was Etan's voice she heard. "We will return to the others then. Annis, I'm sure we will meet again."

They were leaving her. "No! Don't go!" She grabbed out for them, any one of them, and caught a man's jacket. "Don't leave me here all alone!"

"You are not alone, Annis. Not anymore." Strong arms reached around her, holding her close. She heard the door shut, and knew she had grabbed the man who was going to... well, she had no idea what he was going to do. She was still shaking with fear. He pulled away from her, but held both of her hands. "Annis, I would not have you blindfolded, but until you have been washed and shaven, you cannot see me. You are not physically ready to see me. Do you understand?"

She continued to breathe deeply, trying to calm herself. She tried, but could not answer him.

"Annis, did you hear me?"

"Yes. Yes, I heard you." She had finally found her voice. "I don't really understand..." 

"You will understand soon enough. Do you know why you are here now?"

"You - you wanted to...make love to me?"

He laughed. "Yes, Annis, of course. Any man would want to have sex with you, and I will have you soon enough. But you are here now because I wanted to give you the instruction they were going to give you. I will not take you today. In truth, I will not take you until you are quite ready for me to have you. Between us, there is no hurry."

"Okay. Thank you." She realized this was a gift. This must be the man Ojas had told her about. He seemed tender, but firm. She liked his voice. It was deep and surprisingly rich and warm. She liked the way he said her name.

"Tell me what you are thinking about now." It was not a request.

"Well," she said, suddenly very shy, "I was thinking that I like the way you say my name." He dropped her hands and suddenly moved in, closer to her. She felt his hands on her neck, cradling her face. 

"Annis. Annis, I am going to kiss you now." And he did. It was not a hard kiss, not at first. It was soft but firm. His mouth covered her mouth, and slowly drew one of her lips inside his mouth. She felt his tongue pressing up against her teeth, requesting entry. As soon as she opened her mouth the slightest bit, he was there, filling her up. One hand slid from her throat around her waist, pulling her to him. She moaned, softly, and found herself reacting to his kiss. As his tongue searched the inner recesses of her mouth, she began to explore his with her tongue. Softly, she let it dance in and out of his mouth. She raised her hands and brought them up to a face she could not see. He pulled away from her the slightest bit, enough to end the kiss that had solidified Annis's desire.

"Annis, I'm going to remove your robe."

She pulled away, trying to push him away from her, but he held her tightly to him. "No, Annis, I will have you out of this." Then he reached down to kiss her again. This time, he was hard and demanding in his kiss, forcing his tongue inside of her. As she wrapped her arms around him, she felt his hands move to her front and begin to untie her robe. He kept kissing her and she let him. There was nothing else for her to do. This was the guidance she had requested. 

It wasn't until she felt his hands on the naked flesh of her waist, that she realized she was about to cum. Her juices were flowing down her legs, her pussy was veritably weeping. She tried to pull away, but he only held her tighter. Slowly, as one hand held her to him, the other hand slid down her back, around her waist, and down to her pussy. As soon as his fingers roughly passed over her clitoris, she came. "Aaarrrgh! Oh my God..." she panted and clung to him. Tears welled beneath the blindfold.

"Well, well. That was sooner than even I expected. Come here, my little dove." Keeping his hands underneath her robe, but clasped behind her back, he kissed her neck, softly. She started to cry and was shaking with uncertainty. "Yes, Annis. I know it is so much so very quickly. But I think you'll do."

"Th-thank you."

He bent down and kissed her once more on her lips. "Now you are going to be shaved and bathed. You are not to speak or make any noise to anyone else today unless they come in my name, understand?"

"Yes, sir. But... what is your name?"

"My name, Annis, is Bryndis. Dhiren Bryndis."



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 05



Hello All! Thanks for your feedback on earlier chapters. There's a lot of dialogue in this section so please bear with me. Don't worry, it'll get hotter in the next chapter!

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Annis was taken to the shaving room by a girl she had never seen before. Remembering Bryndis' request, she said nothing to her, but her mind was filled with questions for this girl. As soon as the door had closed on Bryndis, her blindfold had been taken off, and Annis was taken aback by this girl. She had absolutely no hair at all - anywhere on her body. She had also been tattooed heavily. It looked almost like a black sunburst around her pussy; the tattoos were smaller and very compact over her mons and then got bigger and more infrequent the farther away from it they were. Each tattoo was a name. What was this? She didn't ask.

The shaving and bathing room was wonderful. It smelled divine, was lit softly, and had soft, calming music in the back ground. The ceiling and one wall, the wall facing her, were mirrors. She was settled onto a strange platform. Her arms were buckled down over her head. Another buckle went across her shoulders and another around her waist. Each of her feet were shackled to other platforms. Annis was uncertain, but reminded herself that this was just a shave and a bathe. Nothing to be afraid of.

"I'm assuming," said the girl, "that you have been commanded not to communicate with me. If this is not so, please tell me now."

Annis remained silent.

"Alright. Well, most of this will be relaxing, but some parts of it will be uncomfortable. All I can tell you is that it will not last long, and, as this is your first time with me, it will be the most difficult. Most of the girls here come to me every other day unless their Masters wish otherwise. After watching you today, Bryndis will tell you how often you will come to me - that is, if you are to have a schedule. My name is Vasha. Just relax. When the part arrives that is distressing for most girls, I will tap you on the stomach, okay? Let's begin."

First, she sprayed Annis with water, then lathered up her legs. Taking a razor, she slowly shaved the entire length of her legs and her underarms. As Vasha worked, Annis did begin to relax. Mostly, she thought about a kiss and the deep richness of a voice. She was almost asleep when she felt Vasha begin shaving her mons. Keeping her eyes closed, she begin to think about Bryndis shaving her, pulling the lips of her mons up and out and back, making sure not one hair remained. She was wet, and not just from the water and lather. Vasha then soaped up her breasts, arms, legs, and stomach, rinsed them off, and washed her hair. It was heavenly. 

Then, almost suddenly, Annis felt the two taps on her stomach. She opened her eyes to see Vasha inserting a long, white, ribbed wand into her vagina. As soon as she began to move it in and out and suds began appearing, Annis understood. It was made of soap. Very soon, her vagina began to burn. Suds were pouring out of her. When Vasha removed her wand and the walls of Annis' vagina touched back together, it felt like a knife through her flesh. She wanted to scream out, but daren't. After a two minutes, Vasha inserted the wand back into Annis. This time, however, the wand went into her anus. Soon, the burning began there as well. After she had taken the wand out Annis, Vasha took the shower head from the wall and turned what had been a gentle stream of water into a jet. This she set up against Annis' clitoris. This stimulation paired with the fire in her vagina was too much. She thrashed around, saying nothing, but making little whining noises, trying hard not to scream. Then, the jet stream of water moved to her anus, then her vagina. Some of the pain left Annis as the soap was cleared away. Vasha stopped, however, long before the pain did. Tears were streaming from Annis' face. She was in pain and she was sexually stimulated, but had neither been able to cum nor had the pain gone away. 

"I am going to leave you here to dry off. I know you are not comfortable. But relief will come to you soon." With that Vasha left.

Half an hour later, Vasha returned. By that time, most of the fire in Annis' vagina had gone, her breathing had returned to normal, her tears had dried, and she was no longer dripping wet. Her dark hair was still damp and, as she had no hair dryer, was a little wavy. 

"I hope you are feeling better now," said Vasha, smiling. Annis opened her eyes a bit and returned her smile. "I just need to see how you reacted to the soap, okay? You might feel no pain, or a little, or it could bring back the fire you felt earlier. I'm just going to see how you react." Reaching into the dry cavity of Annis' vagina and again into her anus, Vasha inserted two small electronic devises shaped like band-aids. "These will tell me your vaginal and anal temperature and will give me any indication of swelling, allergic reaction, or destructed cells. They will also stick to your vaginal and anal walls for two weeks and will gage penetration depth when you and Bryndis have sex, contraction strength when you have an orgasm, and can emit electric charges for chastisement. Bryndis will control it, though daily print outs of activity will come here as well as to his private chambers. He can also have them sent to your rooms, if he wants you to see them. For now, it's important because the wand I used earlier was not merely soap; it is an anti-viral, anti-bacterial formulae which serves as a cleaner and a spermicide. I know it is uncomfortable, but it is better to use it than not to use it." While she talked, Annis could see her soaking cotton balls in clear liquids. "Okay, Annis," she said, holding up the first ball with a pair of forceps, "this is hydro peroxide." She rubbed the ball around her mons and anus, waiting momentarily. She looked at the computer screen on her laptop, clicked a few times, and continued to the second of cotton balls. "This is rubbing alcohol." This time, instead of merely rubbing the outer surface of her mons, Vasha held the alcohol-soaked ball inside Annis' vagina. Within a few seconds, she started to burn again. "I know you are in some pain, Annis, but I need for you to clamp down on the cotton ball." Eyes widening in astonishment, but unable to question, Annis squeezed the forceps and the ball; it felt as though liquid fire spread through her vagina. She squeaked, unable to help herself as yet another alcohol-seeped ball was inserted into her anus. "And, clamp down, please." With one sob escaping her, she did so. 

"Okay, Annis. It looks as though you are not allergic to the soap; there was, however, some bacteria in your both cavities that needed to be cleared out, so it's good you came down here before you saw your Master. You both have to be clean before you can view each other, you see. It's ancient tradition, going back to the time of the Pharaohs. There used to be seven days of ritual bathing necessary for cleanliness, now you just need this one process. The men have it worse than the women, though. If you can, ask Bryndis about it. As it is, let's go back to your room, shall we? I know Bryndis hasn't shown you any of the Manor yet, but I've gotten permission to take you in a way so as not to bother the others."

She helped Annis out of her straps, waited while she stretched and retrieved her robe, and opened the door. Annis followed her down an ornate hall, and then up a side stair. "I cannot show you the main stair, so this will do for now." Once they reached the second floor, it was only three doors down until they reached her suite. "Well, here you are. I hope you have a nice afternoon. I think I will see you again soon." Vasha opened her door and Annis walked in. "Oh, Annis?" Vasha slipped her head into Annis' room. "I just want you to know we all think you are very lucky. I - I had asked Bryndis to be my Master once," and she left, closing the door softly behind her, leaving Annis stunned.

Though she had mostly hoped to find Bryndis waiting for her, part of her was glad to be alone. The doors to her veranda were open and she went out to them to find an oaken table laid for her, laden with piping hot soup and fresh bread. The linens on it were white and fresh, there were fresh tulips, yellow and pink, in a low bowl on her left, and a tall flute of white wine for her to enjoy. Sitting on her right was a small envelope addressed to her. The note inside read My Dove, Taste and See that I am Good. Master. Smiling, she ate and ate, surprised that she had been so hungry without knowing it. By the time she had finished the bread and most of the soup, she heard the door open and close. 

"It is only I and I come in Bryndis' name," said a dark voice.

"Ojas! I wasn't sure when I would see you again!" Annis was truly glad to see the man.

"Oh, you will be seeing me as often as anyone else. I am sent to tell you a little about your next few days." Ojas had walked out onto the terrace, seating himself in the wicker chair in the corner, not at table with her. "Your situation is ... unusual, which I'm sure you know. Honestly, with any other man, we would not have let him do what Bryndis is doing. However... what is done is done and decided on. In truth, I think it is a good decision. He will be good for you and I hope, based on what I know of you, that you will be good for him. Remember, he has had his own trials, none of which you know. Perhaps he will tell you of them one day. I consider him a good friend; he has always treated me with kindness. But that is by the bye." He looked her directly in the face. "I tell you this because the next few days, you will not be with the group as was originally planned. Does this bother you?"

"What will I be doing instead?"

"You will be with Bryndis. He will be your sole teacher as much as he can be. When it is impossible - such as today with Vasha - you will most likely not be with the group. When you are with the other girls, I think he will be with you and with the other Masters. You will have plenty of time to yourself, and when the other girls are given "free time" you will have time with them. That's what they are doing now, actually. Some of them have already started with Vasha; the others will finish this afternoon. What this means is that you will not get to have class with them - your time with them will usually be limited to an hour or so a day. If you ever need more time, you need only find me and tell me. How does that sound to you?"

"Well... I don't want to be smothered by this man..."

"You won't. In fact, that's why he wasn't here when you returned from Vasha. He wasn't sure you would eat enough if he was here."

Annis was glad to learn this. "It's true, I don't think I would have eaten enough. I certainly wouldn't have eaten as much!" She was quiet for a while, thinking. "Ojas, do you think he will really be happy with me? I feel so... inadequate and unwilling - well, not unwilling, really, just unsure. Does that make sense?"

"Oh, little one, he likes you very much. So much that he would not wait for you. It is not always about comfort, but about trust. Do you trust him?"

"I think... I like what I know so far. Trust isn't always easy for me," Annis replied, truthfully.

"That is a wise answer. I think over the next few weeks that trust will grow with you both as long as you let it. Be patient with him as you are with yourself. He has as much to learn of you as you have to learn of him - and as much as you have to learn from yourself." He looked at her now empty plate. "You are finished, yes? Then I will take your plates. I suggest you brush your teeth and wait for him. He won't be long now. Perhaps you could read some more." He stood and removed the flowers from the table before gathering up the corners of the linens, plates and all, and carrying them back inside, closing the door lightly behind him.

Annis sighed, glad, actually, not to have to go back to group. She staid outside for a while, having her first look at the grounds, soaking in the sunlight. Then she did move inside and quickly resumed her reading of Breaking the Girl, Shaping the Woman: What a Virgin Slave Should Know, curling up on the deep leather sofa in front of her largest fire. It seemed an age since she had first gotten that letter inviting her here, she thought as she settled in, before opening to the third chapter, "The Disobedient Virgin." 

She knew he was there even though he made no sound entering. "May I look at you, sir?"

"Yes, now, of course." And she did look. And with good cause. She could not be certain of his age, older, probably than she normally would have considered, at a guess, between 35 and 40. He had a strong mouth, full lips, a wide bridged nose, and deep set eyes - so deep, she was not yet sure of their color. He was not tall, but he was strong and thick. He was a little scruffy and freckled which gave him a boyish look, but the features on his face left little doubt as to the sincerity with which he lived his life. He wore jeans, a thin leather belt, and a tee shirt; he had bare feet. His black-brown hair was thinner than it probably had been once, but he wore it in a casual, messy style which seemed to fit his personality. Annis couldn't quite believe it.

"You - you..." she stammered, "you would really have me?" She felt so... ashamed.

"My dove," he answered, immediately striding to her, "yes, yes, I would really have you. Will you have me?" He tilted her head up so her eyes met his.

"Yes. Oh, I already knew I would have you, as soon as I heard of you," she was so happy; she could hardly breathe. "Thank you for my wonderful meal."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He sat down next to her on the sofa, pulling her feet onto his lap. "What are you reading?"

She told him, explaining quickly that she was totally new to BDSM. 

"Well," he said, "what we will do is only nominally BDSM." He saw her face fall and said quickly, "What I mean is that yes, I will chastise you, yes, I will order you, yes, I will expect you to obey me. But I will not rule you, nor will I lord over you. I will not ask that you commit your entire will to me, nor will I ask that you have no opinion other than mine. I will be more like..." he thought for a moment, "...more like a guide towards yourself, if you know what I mean." He paused, rubbing her leg. "I will lead and set our pace, but you will always be able to slow us, if we need to go slower. I want to know who you are emotionally and psychologically as well as how you act sexually. And I want you to know me as well. What do you think about that?"

"I... I like how you make this sound like our experience, and not just my experience or yours." It sounds too good to be true, she thought.

"But it is ours, none but ours. And no one can take it from us except ourselves. So, shall we read this together then?" And he took her in his arms, and she leaned her head back against his chest, and he read aloud to her while the fire roared. Soon, Annis was fast asleep, book laying beside her. Dhiren Bryndis leant down, kissed the top of her head, and, hands clasped over hers, slept as well.

"Annis, wake up." He shook her lightly, and suddenly she started awake and sat straight up. "It's okay, Annis. It's just me, your Master. Don't be afraid."

She sighed and looked a little confused. "What happened? What time is it?"

"Nothing happened. We were reading and we took a nap. We've been asleep for about half an hour or so, so it's almost two thirty in the afternoon. Plenty of daylight left. Did you sleep well?" She was rubbing her eyes, looking very much like she would enjoy going back to sleep. 

"Yes, I slept very well, thanks. What - what are we doing this afternoon?" she asked with a yawn.

"Well, there are a few things we need to take care of. First, we need to deal with some unfortunate business. But only if you are really awake."

"Yes, sir, I am really awake now," she said, smiling. "What type of unfortunate business?"

"I want you to tell me what I asked you to do before you went to Vasha."

"Ummm... you told me not to talk to anyone or make any noise unless it was to someone who was there in your name, right?" 

"That's exactly right. Were you able to do this?" Bryndis looked at her very carefully.

"I - I think so. I mean, Ojas said he came in your name..." 

"It is not Ojas of whom I speak. Come, we will watch together." He pushed a button, and a section of the wall opened up to reveal a television set. Annis was so surprised! "Telly," said Bryndis clearly, "I want to see today's session of Annis with Vasha." There, to Annis' utter surprise, appeared on the screen Vasha opening the door for her, and the two entering the room. "Fast Forward," he said again, clearly. "Play," he commanded as Vasha tapped Annis on the stomach. Annis was so embarrassed, her face flushed as she watched herself. "Do not be embarrassed. I enjoyed it immensely," Bryndis said, slyly, giving her a coy look. "I had no idea you were watching!" She was stunned and still a little uncomfortable. "Watch now," commanded Bryndis. That was when she realized the little moans she made when Vasha had administered the jet stream of water to her clit. Surely, he wasn't going to count that...

"Master, I can explain. I was trying not to scream or cry out! I..." He just sat there and listened to her, and she quickly realized he was not interested in her excuses.

"Annis, I understand why you did what you did," he said, patiently, "but you have to learn that I mean exactly what I say. All of the time. It doesn't mean you were bad, just disobedient. Do you understand?"

"Yes. And I'm sorry I didn't realise it." She was abashed - she had already failed him. Would he push her away? She couldn't even look at him.

"Thank you, my dove." He tilted her head up again, smiling. "Thank you for your apology. I accept it. But there are consequences to your actions here in a way that is different than you've ever experienced before."

All of a sudden, Annis felt cold. Was he going to rape her? Beat her? Cane her like Megan had done to Kendis? Her eyes filled with fear.

"Annis," said Bryndis, "I do not want you to fear me. I do not want you to come to love the punishments," he said this harshly, "but I do not want you to fear them, either." He bent down and kissed her. "I also won't use this as a chance to force you further than we have already gone in pleasure. Therefore, I will give you five lashes with the belt for this and next week you will return to Vasha for another session. I have decided to have you waxed. This means that you will only go to her once a month, but unfortunately, they will be harder sessions. We will take care of everything else ourselves, okay?" 

"I understand," she said, quietly. "What - what do I need to do now?"

"Take off your robe, lay on the bed, face down, and don't move until I have finished. I want you to count each stroke. Cry out if you must, be silent if you can. Don't move." This was no request. He was truly Master now. She did as he asked. 

She was not ready when the first stroke hit her calves, but she was prepared. "One." She called it out loudly, and the second hit her almost before she had finished. "Two." "Three." They were starting to sting now and she had the feeling that some of them would bruise; he was not going lightly on her first punishment. "Fffffourrr..." He took a short break then, feeling her legs, which hurt so badly, before standing up and giving her the final "Five!" Then, he did bend down and rub her legs, massaging them deep, working the straps into her muscles. She did cry out then, but she did not kick out or move.

"Good girl," he crooned. "I'm so proud of you... Annis, roll over." She did, with tears rolling from her eyes. He kissed her cheeks and then bent to her mouth again. sitting next to her on the bed. As his mouth began to ravish hers, she reached up to pull him closer to her. "Unnmmm..." she called out, trying to pull away again. "Annis," he said, pulling away, just a bit, "it's time." He pulled open her robe and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment in his face. "Look at me, Annis." She did, slowly. "I am amazed at your beauty. Thank you for letting me see it." He kissed her again, hard this time, and she reciprocated, joyous. 




Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 05



After a few delicious moments, Bryndis pulled away and stood up. "Stand up, Annis. We have a few more things we need to discuss."

A little taken aback by the abrupt change, she stood and, hesitantly, did take off her robe. She still couldn't meet his gaze; she was too uncertain about the way she looked. He took her hands, tilted her head up so her eyes met his, and said merely, "thank you for trusting me in this, my dove."

He led her to the big fireplace and sat her down on one of the plush sofas. This one was a rich, supple, brown leather. It was widely built and sat close to the ground. He sat in the neighboring sofa; it was higher off the ground and made of black leather. Thus they were both sitting, but he was higher than she. It was this he first pointed out to her. "This is my place; you are always welcome to join me when I ask for you, but otherwise no one is allowed here but me. Your sofa, I hope, is to your liking. I picked it out myself just for you. Actually, I chose most of everything in here for you."

"But," said Annis, a little confused, "you've just met me! How did you know so well what I liked and disliked?" 

"I was interested in you the moment I read your rather substantial file, Annis," Bryndis said, grinning at her. "Naturally, some things will change the longer you stay here, but I thought you would enjoy the elemental feeling of the room. It's one of my favorite places - I like the stone against the plush nature of the hangings and the velvet. Basically, I made a room for you that I will enjoy spending lots of time in." Now he was really smiling at her. Annis had no idea he had done this. She didn't really know what to say.

"Does every Master do this for the - the slaves they want?"

"You are not slaves, Annis. You are giolla. We'll talk more about that in a few minutes, but, to answer your question, no. No, not every Master chooses to do this, but many do. Terrian, for example, is going to be Kyros to your friend Azra; he went even farther than I did - he designed, decorated, and installed everything in her room. There is absolutely nothing in her room that he did not choose."

"Thank you, sir, very much." She was quiet after that, thinking. "I was wondering-"

"I know you must have so many questions for me, Annis," interrupted Bryndis, "but I must ask you to wait for a little while longer before you ask them. We need to talk about your immediate future here first. That will in itself allay a lot of questions and doubts you might have."

"Yes, sir."

"You are aware that our situation is unusual. I wanted to take you out of the group sessions for two reasons - one reason is me, the second reason is you. I have only been in love one time in my life and that woman, Catalina, was my last giolla. Not long ago, she had to leave the Institute. I haven't taken another giolla since she left. This session, I wanted to make sure the woman I chose was unique and it is important to me that she was relatively new to many of the things we would be doing. That, my dove, leads me to reason two. You."

"I - I knew about Catalina. Ojas told me. I'm sorry her leaving hurt you so much."

Bryndis looked at her steadily for awhile. "I told Ojas to tell you - thank you for your understanding. I do want you to know, however, that in almost every way, you are different from her. I will not treat you the way I treated her; I do not expect you to be her. Never compare yourself to her. I have been with many women and loved one, but all I want now is to lead and guide you. Tell me you understand what I'm telling you."

"I understand."

"What? Tell me exactly."

"I," Annis faltered a bit, "I understand that I am not Catalina. I won't compare myself to her and I understand that - for reasons I can't understand - you want to be here with me and to help me."

"Good. So, as far as reason two goes, I like that you are still a virgin and I like that there is so little you have experienced sexually. That will radically change over the next few days and weeks." He looked at her very carefully. "I will take you places you never thought about going. You will do things you never thought you would do for reasons you would never accept under other circumstances. I plan to use you in any and every way I desire sexually. But I refuse to make you go forward in fear. I know you will be nervous often. I know that sometimes you will even be reticent and a little scared. You might be scared of pain or of judgment. You might be nervous because you're doing something new or uncomfortable. But if you ever really fear - fear for your bodily well being or if you are - for any reason - afraid of me or of any other person, you have to tell me."

"How?" asked Annis, her face flushed as she thought about what he could mean by 'any and every way I desire'.

"You will have what we call a 'safe word'. If you use it, whatever situation you are in will immediately cease. For example, if you are bound, blindfolded, the lights are off, and someone is whipping you, and you say the safe word, the whipping will immediately stop, you will be unbound, the blindfold will come off and the lights turned on. Every giolla has the same word and I should tell you Annis, it's a hard word. You will also have a 'warning word', which tells others that you need a break, or that you need things to be a little slower, but things will continue, okay?"

"Umm... what's the word?"

Bryndis sighed. "The safe word is 'failure' and the warning word is 'weakness'. I expect you to remember them. I should tell you as well that there will be some situations where the safe word is not used. You've already experienced one of them."

"Yes, the first punishment," said Annis, who still had red stripes stinging the backs of her legs.

"If you had known, would you have used them?"

"No."

"I didn't think you would have. The other cases are the day of and the two days following a partnership ceremony - what we call weddings -, any sexual experience had during labour, and... any time a giolla experiences anything for the first time. So, the first time you have oral sex, you cannot use your safe word. The same thing counts for many situations - having sex in public, anal sex, flogging, bondage - so it's very, very important that we thoroughly discuss as much as possible so you feel comfortable. Or, at least, so you don't feel real fear. Remember, just because something is hard, doesn't mean it's bad. Don't worry, you can always - in every situation - use your warning word. And, here, the first time you experience anything it will only rarely be extreme in any way; they will be things I am certain you can handle from the discussions we have had and from how you have behaved in the past. It is a way for you to build your trust in me. Do you believe me?"

"I don't really know. I don't like the thought of having no control... I guess, if I'm really in trouble, you will know. It terrifies me, you not knowing."

"Anise, I promise you will be safe when you are with me. Is that enough for you?"

"Yes," she whispered, looking into the fire.

"Okay, now I want to talk about your classes. You will have them - you will just not usually have them with everyone else. This is because everyone else in the class is much more sexually experienced than you. I want you to feel comfortable. So, we'll go at our own pace. You can ask questions when you want to, we can do these classes as we desire, and there will be no pressure from anyone else to act in a certain way. Understand?"

"Yes. Thank you, I am glad," Annis answered, smiling at him.

"As for the classes you are going to be taking... You have to take Becoming giolla. That class will be something you learn about every day. We are having that class right now. Your final exam will be being here everyday of the course. Your participation and effort grades will be based on how much reading you do and your participation in our conversations. And, as there's just two of us and you love to read, I don't think that will be a problem. Your Master class is very similar. You will take your final exam without knowing it and your participation and effort marks are mostly going to be formulated by your obedience and lack of hesitation. The class, in essence, is learning to trust me and my learning to accept your trust. The Collar class has no participation and effort grades. Your final exam is when I present you with a Collar and whether or not you accept it. We will talk about the types of collars you can have and what the different meanings are regarding the materials they are made of. Some of your readings will fill you in on the history. The last class you have to take is one we would take alone even if the remainder of your classes were with the group. Your Virginity class. Your virginity, Annis, in a very real way, is already mine." He stopped and looked at her solemnly. She looked back at him, taken aback, but didn't ask any questions, at least, not yet. "You know what your final will be in that class, don't you?"

"Yes, sir." He would have her. That was it. She knew it well enough.

"As for your other classes, I already have them chosen for you. But, out of curiosity, which would you have chosen?"

This was something Annis had not expected. She had already chosen the classes she wanted to take and certainly didn't want him choosing for her. What if he made her take the pregnancy class or something? She was upset and stared into the fire, eyes flashing.

"Annis? I know you were planning on choosing your own, but this is something I do. I know what I want and I have a fair idea of what you need. Tell me what you would choose and tell me now."

"Alright," she said, still frustrated. "I'm sorry, I just didn't think you would do this as well."

"I will do a lot of things. But you will also get your say. Continue, please."

"I would have chosen..." here Annis got quiet. She had not thought about the fact that she would indeed have to tell this man what she was interested in. "I would have chosen Masturbation and Master-bation," her face was flaming red, "Outdoors, and Counseling and Psychology."

"Annis, I think you would have chosen those because they sound the safest for you."

She looked away from him. He was right.

"What are you thinking, Annis?"

"You're right," she whispered.

"You are going to be taking Outdoors. It's one of the things I'm most looking forward to, actually. We will start on that tomorrow, so we'll need a good night's sleep tonight. You are also going to be taking Back-Stabbing, which is our class on anal sex."

"Master, I don't think I can--"

"That's why I'm here. And yes, you can. And you will. You will because I want you to and I will help you. You will pass your final exam when we have anal sex for the first time. I have faith in you. You will also take Piercing and Tattoo."

The horror must have shown on her face.

"This doesn't mean I'm going to have my name tattooed across your breasts, okay? You already have your ears pierced and you have the dragonfly tattooed on your shoulder, I am just going to add some to your collection. You will get some say here, okay? You will get lots of information before we do anything and we will talk a great deal about it before anything permanent gets done."

Annis' eyes were filling up with tears. She knew this was going to push her to her limits, but she thought what he was asking of her was far beyond her limits. 

"Annis, you've said numerous times that you don't know how far you are willing to go. In truth, you don't know your own boundaries. That's what we are going to find. Will you trust me in this?"

"I will try," she sobbed.

"Thank you." He looked at her a moment and said, "Come here, dove, and lay down and put your head in my lap." She moved over to him, and he covered her with a blanket. She cried for a while, she cried for her loss of innocence, she cried because of her nerves, she cried for the not-knowing. She cried because she was still a virgin, because she liked this man and was beginning to trust him, and because she was no longer alone. And while she cried, he played with her hair and was quiet.

"Do you feel better?" Bryndis asked when she calmed down.

"Yes, so much better," she said sitting up. She moved back over to her own sofa and asked, "May I ask you some questions now?"

"Yes, please do."

"What shall I call you? Do you have any preference?"

"Yes, I do, actually," Bryndis answered, glad of this question. "When we are together, I like that you call me Sir, Master, Kyros, or even Sire or Lord if you like. When you speak of me to others, however, you may use my name, Bryndis. If you would like, when we are most intimate - and only very rarely; if you abuse this there will be consequences - you may call me by my first name - Dhiren. Your instinct will tell you when that is alright."

"Okay. I was also wondering why I can't use the safe words when I'm doing something new. Isn't that when I need it most?"

"No, Annis. It is when you need it the least. You are much more likely to cry out because you are nervous rather than because you are in great pain or in much fear. Most giolla never use the words. If they do use them, it is because of the pain factor. You saw Kade with Etan yesterday, I believe? Fisting - what Etan was doing to her - is very fulfilling, but it can also be very painful depending on how much of the wrist and arm is inserted into the vagina. Etan has pushed Kade in many ways, but never before has he been able to fist any farther than his wrist before she called the safe word. She was really determined yesterday to be strong for him and be open for you as to the lengths a giolla will go. As a matter of fact," he checked his watch, "there's something I want you to see."

He called the telly, asking this time for 'group' and immediately the other girls appeared on the screen. 

"I believe Nakia has decided to leave. I think seeing what happened to Kendis showed her that she did indeed like being in charge of her own sexuality."

Annis looked at him.

"It happens a lot," he said, nonchalantly. "I want to show you the assignation with the other Masters and their Ceremony of Will."

They watched; Annis was astonished to see each girl blindfolded and turned away from the door. "I thought they could see them! They've been to Vasha..."

"Yes," said Bryndis, "but only a giolla is allowed to see her Master before their first union. It is one of the rights of a giolla; you get to see and touch and be intimate with your Kyros before anyone else does. They're all expecting this. They've been prepared for this in class today. Watch - I'll explain it all in a minute if you have any other questions."

The girls - the other giolla, thought Annis - were then asked to stand with their hands behind their heads and their feet spread. It was the exact same position Kendis had been in that morning. Then, Etan called the first name, "Azra."

A tall man walked up behind Azra. He was thin, but well-built, with fire-red hair and lots of freckles. This must be Terrain, she thought. Without any word, Terrain wrapped his arms around Azra and grabbed her nipples. He twisted and pulled, stretching them almost beyond limit. Clearly, they had been instructed to say nothing, as Azra made no noise, but her face contorted in pain. Suddenly, she cried out, "I submit!" almost as a sob. Terrain then took his penis out of his trousers and, turning her to face him, guided Azra into a kneeling position. Even though it was only semi-erect, his penis was large. He placed it against her mouth and said, "For your soul," and Azra kissed it at the base. Then Terrain said, "For your body," and Azra kissed the shaft. After a moment more, Azra started to shake with anticipation, and Terrain said, "For my will." Azra then opened her mouth and the head of his engorged penis was inserted between her thick lips. Terrain stopped her long before he came, however, and Etan helped Azra to her feet and took off her blindfold. "Come, Azra, follow me," and Terrain left the room with Azra following quickly behind, having no time at all to react.

Annis looked up at Bryndis, shocked. He saw her look and said, "Wait."

Next was Kendis. The man who walked up to her could have been Ojas' brother; he was huge, not fat, just tall and extremely muscular, and drop-dead gorgeous. He turned Kendis around and attached a clamp to each nipple; the clamps, and thus, Kendis' nipples, were connected by a fine chain. Shock and pain immediately registered on her face as she was led into the same kneeling position as Azra, panting out "I submit, I submit, I do, I submit, please, submit..." The same ceremony was completed except that after the blindfold was taken off, Kendis was shaking with pain. "My name," he said, "is Imaran," and yanked the chain, pulling the clamps off Kendis' nipples. Kendis began to sob, crying out "I do submit, I do, I do!" Imaran merely grabbed her arm and led her from the room.

Lastly was Lamis, standing all alone with her Arabian curves shuddering in the cool air. "Lamis," Etan called out and Annis saw Lamis tense immediately. The man who came for Lamis was only just taller than she was. He was built a bit like Bryndis and he looked like him as well. She looked at her Master. "He's my younger brother, Bernt," explained Bryndis. "This is his first permanent giolla." Bernt had a rather wicked looking instrument in his hand. It looked like a vibrator with a burr on the end instead of a smooth or padded ball. Annis shivered. As Imaran had, Bernt turned Lamis towards him when he reached her. He turned on the burr-vibrator and started using it on her large, voluptuous breasts. She stood perfectly still until he moved to her clit. As soon as he touched it, she called out to him in submission. When the ceremony of will was over, it was Bernt who helped her up and removed her blindfold. "Will you follow me with your whole heart?" he asked her. Lamis looked at him, unbelievingly. "Oh...I will try, yes," she answered. And they walked out of the room. 

"Master, why haven't I done this Ceremony of Will?" It was her first and most pressing question.

"You will. It is something that has to be done before the whole panel and I've decided to invite the group along as well. We will go in about half an hour and the ceremony will begin in about an hour. There will be some differences. Annis, your 'task' will be harder than the others. What they did, they offered to a stranger. Their submission was in pain, but it was also made in uncertainty. You know me; you are knowing me more every second; therefore, you are required - not only by me, but by the panel and the Institute itself - to sacrifice something more - and, according to the rules of the ceremony, I cannot tell you what it is you are going to do. Will you trust me in this?"

"I suppose I must."

"Good. For now, I want you to see one other thing. Remember we were talking about fisting earlier?" Annis nodded. "Telly," Bryndis said, "show me Kendis. And Annis, you should know that Kendis knows the safe words." 

Annis was shocked. Kendis was spread-eagled on a leather bench in a dark room. Her wrists, knees, and ankles were manacled down, and there was a thick belt around her waist, strapping her down to the bench. She was shaking and crying. Sweat was running off of her face. Every few seconds, she let out a moan. The nipple clamps were back on and Imaran had added a clamp on each of her pussy lips and two on her clitoris. This was shocking enough, but Imaran had almost finished putting his entire fist into Kendis' vagina. With a deep grunt, Annis saw him force the rest of the way in. He was still for a moment, waiting for Kendis to stop sobbing. She began to calm herself, and Imaran began twisting his hand around. Suddenly, the other hand reached over and yanked off all the pussy clamps while he pushed upwards with the fist buried inside her vagina. She came, but called out at the same time "Failure, Failure!" Immediately, Imaran withdrew his hand (which seemed painful in itself) and released Kendis. He then helped her up and held and comforted her. That was when Bryndis turned off the screen.




Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 05



"We need to go," he said, looking at her. "Are you alright?"

"Master... thank you. Thank you for doing what you have done for me today."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Don't think me a saint yet though, Annis. You still have the Ceremony of Will ahead."

"Oh, I submit!" she said, smiling at him fully for the first time, as they walked out of the room.

Little did she know what he had planned for her.



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 06



"Annis," said Bryndis, stopping her in front of an oak-paneled door. "of all the things you have experienced so far, this will undoubtedly be the hardest." He looked at her solemnly.

"Master, are you sure I can do this?"

"I have no doubts. My concern is your doubts."

"How do you know," she asked, now sincerely nervous, "how far I can go or how much I can take?"

"I know because tonight you will go no further than thousands of men and women have gone before you. I hold you in higher ranks than they. But," he said, smiling to assure her, "I believe for your own right as well. I believe in your strength and your determination. You will, in essence, 'perform' tonight for your peers, their new Masters, and the panel. Do you want to let them hear you scream out your failure as we heard Kendis earlier?"

"No. No, I don't. Will you help me?" she looked at him, almost in desperation.

"Oh, yes," he answered, thinking how glad he was to have to cover up her eyes. They held him captive with their begging. "I will start with the blindfold."

"I know. What then?"

"Then, you will walk into the room, and be secured onto the wheel. It is similar to the mechanism Kendis was on earlier today, but circular. Your arms will be open, stretched out at shoulder length. Your legs will be spread wide. Your face will be at the opposing side of the wheel, so you will not need to move in order to speak, kiss, and accept in your mouth what I have to give you. And Annis, you too will be strapped down. That is all I can tell you." He had gotten somehow sterner, Annis thought. Well, she too could be hard.

"Yes, sir. Blindfold me, then." He looked at her strangely, but said only "So be it," before slipping the blindfold over her eyes. Blackness engulfed her.

After he had blinded her, Bryndis stood back and stared at the beauty of her body. He thought her perfect, her face, a chiseled dream, her curves, soft and welcoming, her hair, a waterfall of blackness. He licked his lips as he saw the strawberry-red stripes of his earlier belting still etched across her cream skin. Two of those stripes were beginning to bruise. No, he thought, she would not be able to forget this day. For days, her body would not allow it. 

He stripped off his clothing and opened the doors, guiding her through and inside. They were in a dressing room of sorts. There he could hang his clothes and there were rows of whips, toys, crops, leather clothing, and other mechanisms of torture and of pleasure. This time, there will be no whipping, he thought. She will have enough pain with this -- he took down a cock ring from one of the shelves and slipped it over his semi-erect member. He wanted it to increase his girth, but mostly he wanted it because this one was ringed with quarter-inch points, pointing outward. Each point would elicit a small electric shock whenever he drove entirely inside her flesh. Yes, a submission after this will be especially evocative. Then, he put on a pewter helmet. It covered most of his face, fashioned like a gladiator helm, with rams' horns circling back along the crest. His brother could have worn it and none would have been able to tell them apart. It suited him; he had used it before, but not in years. Then, knowing she would hate it, but also that she would need it, he picked up a ball--gag.

"Annis, I'm going to gag you."

She had been standing in stillness and complete silence, but at this her mouth dropped open in astonishment. "But, Master, I promise I won't--" she began. But he interrupted her.

"Annis, do not speak again." His voice was like iron. "I am not asking you, I am telling you. I will release your mouth when the initial task is completed so you may say the ritual words of submission. After that, I will present my cock to your mouth. Kiss the base first, then the shaft, then take the head into your mouth and suck until I remove it." He couldn't think about that too much; he was already hard and erect. The cock ring was doing its job. He began to hear movement above them. "That's the others joining us. I will go in first. Do not follow until I call you. I know you cannot see, but I will guide you with my voice and will not allow you any false move. Stand here," he commanded, positioning her right in front of the door, "and you will be called momentarily. He walked out and Annis was alone in darkness.

Bryndis strode into what was, when totally lit, a room built like the Roman Coliseum with the seats in a graduated circle around a central stage. Now, however, the entire room was dark; the only light was shone down on the wheel in the very center of the floor. He could not see the seats rising up on either side of the room, nor could he see the inhabitants of those seats. It didn't matter. He walked up to the wheel and removed an outside section, making it look like a pie with one slice missing. What this did was allow him to walk right up to Annis, having easy access to her body, while keeping her stretched out on the boards. Then, finishing this task, he stepped away, outside the light, on the opposite side of the wheel from the door. Then he looked to the left and right of him. There stood Ojas and Tut, waiting to help him bind her. He would not come back into the light until she had been secured. He nodded.

Etan's voice rang out, "Come forth, giolla, Kyros is waiting!"

Annis was startled to hear Etan's voice. She had not thought of him all day. That's good, she reminded herself. He is not your Master. She took a few tentative steps forward and felt the air change as she walked into the room. It was cooler, and the skin of her breasts crinkled, making her nipples stand erect for all to see. Nervous, she walked, haltingly until a commanding voice she did not recognise called out to her. "Stop, giolla, and lay face down on the altar which has been appointed for your sacrifice."

What? Face down? Annis was so confused. Suddenly, she felt hands on either side; she tried to fight instinctually, but quickly remembered it was not her lot to fight. She let them guide her and felt the wood beneath her. They pulled her up to the edge, and lay her face to the side, so she could breathe and speak when the gag was removed. She was still as they bound her hands and feet to the planks. Outside she was subservient, but inside, she was reeling. Was he going to beat her? Probably. She remembered him kneading the belt lashings into her calves and shivered. She couldn't deny that she wanted him. She didn't even understand it, but being here strapped down like this made her very wet. She remembered that Etan was there and that her other giolla were there, watching her. Actually, she thought, they can probably see how wet I am.

They could see her and they were not the only ones. Bryndis watched as she was strapped down. He was proud at how easy she allowed herself to be guided after only one day with him. He knew, however, that he would have to chastise her for the fighting she did do. That would come later, though. Now, he watched as she adjusted to the spread eagle position she was bound in, and admired the juices that were making her pussy glisten in the light. After a few minutes she was so wet, they were dripping, thick and rich, onto the floor. He stepped forward.

She didn't hear him approach her. She was so focused on the erotic nature of what she was doing that all her concern was attempting to stem the flow out of her vagina. Suddenly, she felt his fingers on the inside of either leg as he began to drag them slowly upwards. She shivered and he watched as her face contorted and she almost came, but he stepped back, controlling her. He smiled; she was so sensitive. He continued, letting his fingers wash over the backs of her knees, and move slowly up towards her center. He was careful not to touch her vulva, clit, or ass as he didn't want her to come. The purpose of the Ceremony of Will was not that she enjoy it. Instead, he let his hands pass softly over her hips and up her sides. He knew she was ticklish, and this did indeed elicit a quiet whine from her. He took his time, going over her shaking arms and neck. Then, he placed his hands solidly on her back, and bent over her. He had one focus now, her submission. He had not been sure how she would take this first test, and looked at her. What he saw filled his heart and moved him with desire. Her teeth bit deeply into the gag and tears were covering her face. But she had not begged for release. Not yet. She must, he thought, believe I am about to take her virginity. And in a way, she would be right.

And it was indeed what she did think. Though, in truth, she could hardly think much at all. A good deal of "No!!" had gone through her head, but she had not listened and had let him have his run or her. It's alright, she thought. I knew this would happen. He warned me about it earlier. It wasn't until she felt something pushing up against her anus that she realized how wrong she had been.

It was time. This part of the ceremony was not seduction -- it was submission. He had to show he was lord over her and she had to show her allowance of it. This was the most invasive of all subjections. Watching her and feeling her seductive skin had been enough to fully harden him and now, he wanted to be inside her. He placed his cock, a full inch and a half in girth and seven in length, against the puckered, pink bud of her ass. "Breathe in, Annis," he commanded, the only words he had spoken in the half hour since he went inside the room. He felt her breath, shaking and quavering, underneath him. "And out." As she let out her breath, he plunged into her. 

Unwittingly, she cried out into the gag. Never before had she felt such pain. She did not need to see his cock or hear the general intake of breath from the onlookers to know how large it was, she could feel his girth ripping her apart.

Bryndis, shaking, but controlled, looked down to see his cock plundering Annis of an unknown virginity. He pulled out some only to see his shaft covered in blood. Yes, he had guessed he would marr her like this. Closing his eyes, he plunged again into her, being careful at this point not to go too far; he didn't yet want her hurt by the metal at his base. Oh, she felt amazing. The tight, velvety heat of her ass. He looked down again to see red patches flushing her skin. He plunged in and out.

Annis had no thoughts to think except that she was unwilling. With every plunge, she felt him push farther inside of her. She strained up against her bonds, but they held fast. She clamped down on his cock, but that only seemed to make him grow in girth, stretching her more. She knew then, that submission was the only way out. To take her mind off the pain, she began thinking with every stroke he made, 'I will submit, I will submit.' She was not prepared, however, for what happened next.

Bryndis felt her matching his rhythm and knew he wanted to cum, but he wanted to be planted entirely inside her for that. Bracing himself for her pain, he thrust hard into her, driving both his cock and seven metal points deep inside Annis' flesh. She screamed as the sharp electric shocks pierced through her ass. He knew, hazily, that he would have to punish her later for screaming and that she couldn't help it. Still, he did not cum. He pulled out and thrust back in six more times, one for every point on his cock ring. The seventh time, he shoved into her and was still. His cock, gripped by the ring, expanded further and quivered.

Through her veil of tears, she felt him stiffen and grab deep into her back. His cock shook and she knew he was about to cum. He pushed a little further into her her, driving that biting pain once more deep into her; she screamed again and felt his cum surging deep into her. She was still and sweating.

Even though she had screamed, Bryndis was so proud of Annis. For her first submissive experience, she had been wonderful, but would she still say the words? He stayed buried deep into her, waiting until he had began to decrease in size, before nodding to Ojas who removed the gag from Annis' mouth. She sobbed. And cried out "I SUBMIT!!!" Joyously, Bryndis withdrew, drawing another cry as the metal left her flesh for the last time, from Annis' ass. Because she needed to kiss the base of his cock, he removed the cock ring, and walked to her face. Though some of it had come off when he removed the ring, his cock was covered in her feces and in her blood. 

"For your soul," he said, loudly. Irregardless of smell or taste, Annis kissed, slowly, the base of his cock. "For your body." Annis kissed his shaft. "For my will." Annis took the semi-erect member in her mouth and sucked, cleaning it as best she could. It tastes foul, she thought, but I must, I must do this. It does not cost me anything now.

It was almost five minutes before Bryndis stopped her. In fact, he was already getting hard again, but he needed to stop her. The Ceremony of Will was not quite over.

"Unveil the giolla," called Etan.

First, Annis felt her feet being unbound, then her wrists. Hands were helping her to her feet, and guided her forward. Someone took her hand. And removed the veil Bryndis had placed on her over an hour ago. It took her a moment to adjust to the light, but when she did, she saw a man with a silver helm standing next to her. It was her Kyros, but as she had never seen him before. His face was still covered and, from the waist down, he was spattered with blood. That's my blood, she thought. I submitted to that. I must trust him, now. He was right, I did do this, I am strong. He had not looked at her, but looked straight out. She didn't know what else she could do to show the company and panel her submission, so she gripped his hand tight. She knelt next to him on her spread knees, put her other hand on the back of her head, and looked at the floor which was being covered by her blood and vaginal juices and by sperm leaking from her gaping anus.

"Lights."

The lights came up around the room, but Annis didn't see them. 

"Thank you, Kyros," spoke Etan, "for showing us the inititation of your submissive and determined giolla. You have our Blessing of Your Will. Proceed into the night with mercy."

Bryndis nodded, and pulled Annis to her feet. Seeing she was unable to walk, he carried her back to her chambers. She didn't say a word. 



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 07



It was the pain that woke her. She was on her own bed, bound spread-eagle to the posts, but not gagged. There was a deep throbbing in her ass and a feeling of being permanently stretched. She cried out, softly, it was almost a sigh. Had she dreamed the Ceremony of Will? Where was her Master? Why was she alone? She began to pull against the bonds and then relaxed, exhausted just from the thought of trying to free herself. She began to cry from pain and exhaustion both.

Bryndis was watching. She had fallen asleep almost before they reached the room; he had laid her on the bed, washed her tenderly and tied her down. Looking down at her, he had to fight the urge not to take her right then. However, he wanted her submission as much as he wanted her body. He had moved quietly to the cabinet, removed a butt-plug from one of the drawers and returned to Annis. Shaped as exact replica of his erect penis, he held open her red, pummeled ass and inserted it slowly. She moaned deep as it went in, but she remained asleep. He knew it would cause her more immediate pain; however, it would give her less pain over a longer course of time as her body became used to his presence. He had turned off all the lights and set the alarm to alert him as soon as she began to wake before moving into his room and falling asleep. Now, six hours later and almost dawn, as she began to wake and cry out, he knew he would go to her, but he wanted to let her work through some of the emotion of what had occurred and give her any space to consider what to say when he entered. He wanted, in essence, her mind and her body to be awake.

After about ten minutes, Annis' cries began to abate. 'I can't believe it,' she thought. 'That was so humiliating...' But she hadn't hated it. She had been so scared, but never considered quitting or even wanting to quit. Now, she was just very thirsty and felt a gnawing hunger as well, but both of these things were undermined by the pain in her ass. "Master?" she cried out. "Master, please!"

He walked in and went to her immediately, placing a firm hand on her back. He didn't say anything at first. He just stood next to her and felt her quivering underneath him. 

"Thank you for coming," she whispered.

"Thank you for the submission you showed me yesterday." He paused, placing his other hand down on her back. "Annis, are you in pain?" He could see it in her face, but wanted to hear her answer.

"Yes." Her voice wavered; she was about to start crying again.

"Is it unbearable pain?"

"No."

"Can you focus on what you need and what I'm saying while you're in this kind of pain?" He could see the kind of focus and discomfort showing on her face. He knew she needed to say 'no' in answer to this question, but wanted to know if she understood.

"I can't really think about anything except the burning...can you help me?" Tears were running down her face again, though she had her eyes shut tight.

"Of course, my dove. I'm going to count to three and then I want you to breathe out quickly, okay?"

She nodded her head, but had no idea why this would help her. She felt his hands move to her ass and heard him start to count. 

Bryndis knew that pulling out the plug quickly was the fastest way to get her out of pain -- and that it would cause her a lot of pain as well. However, the other option was to take it out slowly and since Annis didn't know what was inside of her, that was not a practical option. As soon as he reached 'three', he felt her release her breath, he pulled hard on the butt-plug and was unsurprised at the gasp of pain and the sobs that followed.

"Annis, I'm going to untie you. You can continue laying down, or you can sit up, whichever you like."

Annis didn't move until all of her limbs were free. She then curled up in a ball on her side facing away from Bryndis. 

"Talk to me, Annis," said Bryndis, placing a hand on her leg.

"I didn't know..." she said after a moment, "I didn't know you could make me feel so much." She paused, trying to find the words. "I don't really want to forgive you for the pain. I hurt so much. But I loved being able to submit to you the way I did. Is that okay?" She still hadn't looked at him. She hadn't even opened her eyes.

His heart jumped at her answer. Yes, she rejected the pain. She should reject it. But him and submission to him she did not reject. He leaned over her and whispered, "I'm so proud of you." He slipped off his shoes, reached down and pulled the down cover up from the foot of the bed, slipped in beside Annis and wrapped his arms around her.

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About ten minutes later, Bryndis ran his hand down the side of Annis' face and asked her if she were thirsty. She nodded her head, eyes still closed, and lay still as he rose. She heard him move out to the balcony.

"When you're ready, get up, put on your robe and slippers and come join me."

She opened her eyes, feeling safer now that he couldn't see them. She was so embarrassed and afraid...and so proud and even impressed with herself. And yet she had lost something. Yes, that was maybe what she felt the most -- loss. She looked outside, surprised to see the darkness fading. She didn't know she has slept for so long. She realized again that she was hungry and very thirsty. She reached for her robe and saw the slippers just underneath. Slipping her feet into their plushy comfort, she shuffled outside, still so tender, and joined Bryndis. He wasn't sitting, but... he was lounging. There was no other word for it. Reclining on huge pillows scattered across the balcony, with a picnic-type breakfast spread in front of him. 

"I thought this might be more comfortable. Please, have something to drink." He held up a glass of water and smiled as she knelt to take it. "Come, lay in front of me." She still had not met his eyes, but kept them demurely lowered as she dropped obediently down in front of him. "I'm going to feed you breakfast," he said, as she drank from the cup he had given her, "and then we're going to discuss yesterday before we go any further." He wanted to make her look at him, but knew that part of her aversion was her own uncertainty. That would pass soon enough. He reached for an apple slice and began to feed her as the sun rose over the high Colorado Hills. 

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When breakfast was over, he took her back to the sofas. "So," he began as he seated her on her sofa and dropped into his, "part of you is no longer a virgin. And, you have passed your first class with flying colours."

"What? What do you mean, 'passed my first class'?" 

"Back -- stabbing, our class on anal sex. You've just passed. Of course, you're still lacking a final participation mark, but I don't think that will be much of a problem." He was smiling.

"I hadn't quite gotten that far." Annis smiled back, meeting his eye for the first time since before the Ceremony of Will. She looked away quickly. "I'm sorry, I just..."

"Tell me what you are thinking about."

"I can't ever get back what I gave to you."

"No," said Bryndis. "You cannot. Nor can I have what I give to you."

"I don't understand."

"Annis, every time I come into you, I leave you a physical part of myself -- not only the mental and emotional. I give myself to you as well. But I understand what you mean. Are you upset by what you have done?"

"No, I'm not upset really. It will just take a while for my body to catch up with my mind." And that was the truth, she realized. 

"Can you tell me why you came to the Institute in the first place?"

And so, Annis began to talk for the first time since coming here. She told him all about university, her job, the letter, Etan, everything. He laughed in all the right places, asked questions when she wanted to be evasive, ensuring that she told him everything, and held her hand through most of the monologue. When she was finished, he looked at her deeply.

"Do you want to leave, now that you've experienced this? Do you want to stop?"

"No!" She grabbed at him, holding his arm. "Please don't send me away!" Telling her story and being so truthful about everything that had and hadn't happened to her had helped her to overcome her fear and disappointment. She remembered why she was here, why she wanted to be here. 

"I'm not going to send you away." Bryndis smiled. "I wanted you to be sure. Today we start your giolla training in earnest and I needed you to be as committed today as you were before the Ceremony of Will. Come," he said, getting up. "I have things to explain."

He walked over to the cabinet and opened the door and began, one by one, to take things out and hand them to her. He asked her what she thought they were for, what she thought about them, how she felt. He noted her shivers at the objects of heavier punishments -- the whips and the canes. He also noticed that she showed no emotion when she saw the ropes, clamps and internal vibrators. All signs that she hadn't experienced them before. Though he didn't show it, he was relieved. Part of him had feared that she had expressed more naivety than she actually possessed. Lastly, he opened the drawer with the butt-plugs, taking one out and putting it in her hands.

"This is a cast mould of me."

The surprise showed on her face. "But...what am I to do with it?"

"You've already done it, my dove. That's what was causing you so much pain this morning when you woke up. It's called a butt-plug. Most of them don't cause you pain but because of the Ceremony and because you're new to this, it stretched you." He watched her running her hands slowly across every vein, getting turned on by the thought that very soon she would be doing that to his real cock. "Look at me for a moment, Annis. I want you to wear it for the next three hours." Her shock showed on her face. "Remember, you can always call a safe word, but you are going to try. It won't hurt as much now that you're a little more stretched and, unlike the one you were wearing earlier, this one is soft and made of rubber. Every time you put it in it will feel more comfortable. The hardest part is when it goes in and when it comes out. Other than that you will generally feel full."

She was trembling. And she was about to start crying. "I don't want to do this! But I don't want to fail you, either!" And with that he wrapped his arms around her, one hand still holding the butt-plug, and grabbed her and kissed her, hard and deep. So unexpected, she resisted for just a moment, before opening herself up to him. His tongue, warm and demanding, slipped between her teeth as soon as she parted them. It was warm and safe here in his kiss, she thought. His tongue continued to run along the inside of her mouth, one hand on her neck, she moaned in pleasure. He untied her robe, but continued kissing her and slid his hand around her naked waist, feeling her warm sides and stomach. As both hands reached around to her ass, he pulled away and whispered for her to kneel. He too came down on his knees and guided her down. "I know you're afraid, but this is what I want. Open your knees, Annis." His empty hand was now running up the inside of her legs, not ever touching her pussy that was hot and wet for him, regardless of her own uncertainty. He kissed her again and then whispered for her to push down as he began to press the end of the butt-plug into her ass. She could feel his cock through his trousers and imagined seeing him plunging deep and fast. She felt him pressing and obediently, almost without thought, pushed against him. Then came the pain and the burning. She took a deep breath and pushed again, feeling the stretch of her ass. "Master," she cried out, trying to find release of some sort, but getting none. One more breath, one more push and she felt it fit somehow deep inside of her and sphincter closed over the smallest part of the plug and relaxed. He was right; this didn't hurt as much as the one from the morning and she did mostly just feel full. She pulled away from him, overcome with humility.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you," she said, turning her face away. 

Bryndis laughed. "I don't expect you to trust me implicitly so soon. That will come soon enough. Lay down, Annis." She did, and he drew her legs up, knees bent and open. "Has anyone ever brought you to orgasm with their hands?" he asked her, knowing the answer full well, delighting in the sight of the butt-plug peeking out from her rose-red ass.

"No, Master, I..." He put his hand softly to her mouth. 

"Soon that answer will be yes." She moaned and he saw her juices begin to leak out and run down the crease to her ass. "But not quite yet." She moaned again, this time with frustration. "First, I want to hear how much you enjoy having that butt-plug deep in your most private of places. Do you like it, Annis?"

She moaned, and pulled her knees back even farther. 

"Tell me. Say the words, don't just show me."

"I want it in me!" The words came out like a bullet. They took some amount of energy to say; just looking at her face, Bryndis could see that she was in conflict. She wanted to cum and this was the only way. He needed to teach her that acceptance was the way to release and that her cumming was not only in praise for good work, but also was used as a teaching tool. He touched his thumb to her perineum, rubbing in the juices she had loosed. She groaned again, pushing out, trying to get some friction. 

"What is it and where do you want it?"

"The butt-plug, your dick, I want it...anywhere! Oh, anywhere, please let me cum for you!" 

"Don't move, Annis." Bryndis got up from the bed, hearing her groan with desire and disappointment. He fully intended to make her cum, but not here. He had to allow her some time, however, to be able to move and focus on other things.

He got his backpack from his room and filled it with a few simple things. Most of what he needed was already at their destination, but wanted to be sure they had enough water. He also packed two vibrators and some food. He then returned to Annis to see that she had remained still and seemed to be in a little more control. He smiled.

"When you're ready, get up. We'll start your next class in just a few minutes. Wrap up in your robe and slip on the sandals under the bed."

Annis couldn't believe it. She had never so much as asked for a kiss before and this man had her begging for release and he does nothing. Rage and humiliation flowed through her like a war. She didn't want to start her next class; she wanted release from all the pent-up tension he had awoken in her. "Well, this better be good," she said, getting up. Except that she hadn't exactly intended to say that out loud. She looked, stunned, at Bryndis. "I'm so sorry, Master!"

Bryndis, surprised, began to laugh. "I hope it will be!" Annis was so relieved; she had thought he would be so upset! "Are you almost ready? We're going out and I'll show you some of the grounds."

Annis slipped on the sandals, belted her robe and followed him out the door.

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Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 08



The grounds were simply stunning and seemed to go on forever. They were in a little Wrangler jeep, bouncing along off-road and on small paths through gardens, and into the forest at the foot of the mountains. The little roads began to climb and soon they were in the mountains in earnest. After about an hour, Anise began to hope they would soon get to wherever they were going; she was thirsty and needed the toilet and the butt-plug was making her ache. When Bryndis stopped the car, however, there didn't seem to be any sign of civilization about. 

"Ummmm... Master?" They had been silent the entire journey, and Annis was uncertain whether she could speak or not. But she really did need the facilities.

"Yes, Annis, what is it?" She seemed to have broken him out of a reverie. In truth he was remembering the last time he had been up here. With Catalina. The day before she left. He was so glad to be here in different circumstances with this lovely creature next to him.

"Is there a shop or something around here where I can use the restroom?"

Bryndis smiled. "We'll be out here for two nights, rain or shine. However, if you need the privy, it would make me very happy to watch you. Just squat next to the car."

Annis stared at him, dumbfounded. "Two nights? Outside?" Squat? Watch me?!!

"Yes," he answered. "And if you don't pee soon, I actually will come stand over and watch you. Out you get."

"But," Annis stammered, "what will I use to, you know, wipe?"

"There's a handkerchief in a plastic bag in the glove compartment. We'll wash it soon."

In complete disbelief, Annis removed the handkerchief, opened the door, got out, pulled up her robe and squatted down. No pee. Too nervous. She looked over at Bryndis.

"Well," he said, clearly amused, "push."

She did. It worked. As she was wiping off, Bryndis looked at her and asked if the butt plug was secure.

"What?"

"Is your plug still in place -- all the way in?" She felt it, pushing out a little, but still in.

"Yes, it's okay. I am sore, though, Master." She put the handkerchief back in the plastic bag and got back in the car, shame faced. "I can't believe I just did that. I've never been camping; I've never really spent a whole lot of time doing out-doors-y stuff. I mean, I've always been interested in it, but I just haven't had the time. I'm sorry if I'm foolish about this stuff. You know, bugs and using the bathroom outside."

You have no idea what you are going to experience, doll, Bryndis thought. But he just smiled.

"Before we continue on here, I want you to know that this is the first time I've been here with someone in a very long time. Where I'm about to take you is one of my favourite places in the world." He looked at her for a long time. Neither of them said anything. "Well. Let's go."

They got out of the car and Bryndis led them on a path through the woods. Annis, in sandals, wasn't shod for a hike and hoped it would be a relatively short walk. She was a little confused when he stopped very abruptly and undressed. She stared as his streamlined torso emerged from underneath his shirt and as his legs came out from his jeans. His sandals he had already kicked aside and now wore only his boxers. Without turning to look at her, he took a deep breath and took them off. "Take off your sandals and your robe, Annis. Leave them with my things." He didn't move, but waited the few moments it took for her to slip out of her things. She hesitated, still unused to stripping in front of someone. And this was outside where anyone could be watching. Well, she thought, I don't see anyone; I might as well get it over with. He saw her indecision and smiled to himself when she began to lift her robe over her head. He very much enjoyed watching her breasts stretch upward and bounce out of the fabric. When she was ready, he turned right and seemed to be walking into the mountain. It was only then that she realized they were looking at the small, dense mouth of a cave. Bryndis went forward toward that dark blackness without ever looking back. ............................................................................................................

Bryndis knew Annis was terrified. This was a test of obedience of a different kind. He knew, as she didn't know, that the way was neither long nor dangerous so long as she staid close to him. He knew the way to their destination very well and trusted that she would call to him if she was in any way unsure. He ducked his head through the entrance of the cave and continued forward and a little to the right, going slowly, listening for Annis to follow. When he was certain she was almost directly on behind him, he smiled to himself and continued. 

Annis, in the meantime, was terrified indeed. Was he just going to lead her in here and then leave her to rot? She had no clothing and no one else knew they were here. What was she doing? She hadn't even left a note that she was there -- why hadn't she left a note before they had left?! And she was freezing without even her robe on. The stones were wet and cold beneath her feet and the walls of the cave seemed to close in around her. All she could do was focus her eyes on the dim figure directly in front of her, determined that he would not lose her in the cave. He carried only his backpack. How long did they walk? She had no idea. It felt like the darkness went on forever.

In truth, they had only been walking for about ten minutes at a very slow pace. Bryndis wanted her to feel alone; in a cave that was easy. He stopped and slowly turned to her. 

"I know you're afraid. I just want you to listen to the quietness. See if you can let it fill you."

"Yes, sir," she said, so softly that outside he would not have been able to hear it. Now that they were still, the silence was greater than anything she had ever heard. A great quaking silence. She could hear water falling from somewhere near and could hear trickles of it dripping close by. She was being so still that she was startled by Bryndis' small movement next to her, reaching up to her, putting one hand on her breast, feeling the hard cold of her nipple beneath his rough fingers. 

"I will never betray you Annis; can you trust me?" She could not even see him. But she had no choice but to let him do as he would. Miles deep in this cave they must be, she thought, with no way of escape. She was silent and he was looking hard at her. All she could see was a small spark of light in his eyes and the dim features of his face. "Offer your breasts to me, Annis. Hold them up to me." She did. Not thinking anything but that this could be her end, she put one hand under each breast, holding them out to him in offering. She stood there, shivering. "Are they for me?" She nodded. "I may use them as I see fit?" She shuddered, but only moved closer to him. Without another word, he grabbed her right breast and bit down fast and hard on the nipple. Then, he did the same to her left nipple. She tried not to scream out, scared of shattering this silence that seemed to cover her in pain. Surely, he drew blood. Then suddenly she realized he had continued and, almost crying again, she hurried to keep up. Turning a sharp corner, she saw light ahead and Bryndis' shadow. Light! She had never been so happy to see it. Turning the last corner, she gasped as her breath caught in her throat.

She was in a room. No, she thought, not a room -- a cavern. That was the only way to describe it. Deep in this mountain cave was one of the most beautiful places she had ever seen. The space was flooded with light and elaborately decorated with natural things. The outer face had been carved out of the mountain and was now refracting light as a small waterfall fell past, large enough for the light to refract, dancing onto the floor, but small enough to be quiet. A large bed, a cabinet, a table, and two wood-carved chairs were stationed on the far side of the cavern in order to keep them dry and warm. The floor consisted of soft blankets and straw covering the stone. On the near side of the space was a small stream leading into a deep pool that had been cut into the floor of the cave and three small fires were lit, adding warmth she so desperately needed. Annis was stunned.

'What do you think?' he asked, though the look on her face assured him that she could understand why he loved it so much.

'The light... it's dazzling. I don't really know how else to describe it. Oh, Master, I was so scared...'

'And yet, you never questioned me and you never hesitated; you didn't cry to go back or even say your warning word. You never let your fear overcome your faith -- and that is all I will ever ask of you, Annis. There will be so many times that you will feel afraid, but I will never lead you into a place where you need to doubt my care for your safety.' He picked up a pillow off of the bed and one of the chairs next to the table and brought them near to the mouth of the cave. He sat on the chair and motioned for her to sit on the pillow at his feet. 'Come, sit. I want to talk to you about something that's important for you to understand.' Annis came, sat and looked up at Bryndis inquisitively. She noticed that he seemed relaxed, sitting there naked. She couldn't quite get used to the feeling and tried to sit in a lady-like manner, arms crossed over her chest with her feet tucked up under her. Bryndis smiled, but said nothing.

'Annis, I want to talk to you about rewards and punishment. What do you think a punishment is?'

'Um...it hurts. Or, it takes away something I enjoy or makes me feel uncomfortable.'

'Okay,' said Bryndis. 'What is a reward?'

'A reward is good, it will be something that makes me happy and makes me feel good, right?'

'So, what would be a reward if we weren't here? I mean, if you had done something particularly well, how would you expect to be treated by your partner?'

'Well, maybe flowers or a nice dinner or a small gift, I guess.'

'And here?'

'Well...' Annis was on completely uncertain ground here. She was still a little embarrassed talking about sex, but there was nothing for it. 'I'm guessing it's going to be more sexual. I do something good, I get to cum or I get a kiss or some sort of prize; if I do something bad, you use pain to teach me not to do it again. Right?'

Bryndis smiled and looked out over the forest that stretched out below them. 'Sometimes. It isn't quite as simple as that. The pain you were in last night, for instance, that was not a punishment, was it?' She nodded, thinking. He continued. 'Sometimes, pleasure can be used as a punishment. For instance, what if I made you masturbate in front of your parents. Or, what if I asked you to have sex in public with a complete stranger? Those things would make you physically feel good, but I don't think either of them would be pleasurable for you.'

'You're absolutely right. Um... I'm not going to have to do those things am I?' She had gone a little pale at the mention of her parents.

'Rest assured, parents don't usually get invites,' he answered, smiling. 'I have no plans to involve them in our relationship.' He didn't say, she noticed, that she wouldn't be having sex with a stranger.

'Basically,' he continued, 'I will tell you when I'm doing something specifically as a reward or as a punishment. If I don't specifically say, you can always ask, but it will probably be as a learning experience otherwise. For instance, when I make you cum in a little while, it won't be for a reward or for a punishment. I want to teach you how to let me bring you pleasure and I want to teach you how to accept that pleasure.' He looked at her and saw she was blushing red. 'Annis, I will do the same thing with whips and ropes; I will teach you about pain and how to let me give you pain and how it can help drive you sexually. Do you understand?'

'Yes.' Now it was she who was looking out over the forest.

'I also want you to know that your punishments and rewards do not negate each other. By that I mean that when you do something that earns you a punishment you cannot 'get out' of the punishment by doing something that would earn you a reward. Basically, I keep a running tally.' He reached into his pack, pulled out a notebook and turned to the first page on which was printed 'Annis' list'. 

'I will leave this out in your rooms and both of us will update it at the end of every day. This means that both punishments and rewards will usually happen at least a day after the fact.'

'Wait a minute,' said Annis, 'what do you mean that I will update it? I will update what?'

'Let me show you.' Bryndis reached down in order to show her the book more clearly. Every page showed two columns, one labeled 'reward', the other labeled 'punish'. 

'Every day before you go to bed,' he continued, 'you will take a few minutes and think about whether you've done anything that you think you need to be punished for and anything you think you deserve to be especially praised for. It's important to me that you do this.'

'But I don't understand. I thought that you would just decide when I had done something right or wrong.'

'Well, I will, in the end. I will, of course, read this every day and decide if you were right -- that you should be rewarded or punished. And, usually, I will be the one who decides what your punishment or reward will be. But I won't be with you every moment of every day. Sometimes you might break a rule or forget to do something and I won't be there to see. This is your chance to 'confess' as it were. Equally, if you do something that really pushes you, either during one of our classes or outside of class, then this is where you write it down and let me know. I will decide if it really is worth a reward. It keeps you in touch with your giolla training in a very personal and honest way.' Bryndis was now looking directly at her. Annis couldn't help but glance down at his flaccid penis and compare it to the butt plug that was still stretching her ass. He saw her glance and reached out to roughly take her chin, forcing her to look at him. 'Pay attention, Annis.'

'Yes, Master, I'm sorry. I think it's a good idea; I'll start keeping the lists tonight.'

'You should think about whether that sort of infraction -- letting your mind wander in class -- should be on it.' He softened his gaze as she looked down at the floor. My goodness, she was so sensitive. He reached out to touch her fawn-white breast. 'But, Annis, I've already started your lists. Look.'

He turned to the first page. Under 'reward' there were two things listed, 'Ceremony of Will -- submission' and 'cave walk'. Under 'punish' it said 'Ceremony of Will -- resistance' and 'Ceremony of Will -- scream'. 

'This means that during your Ceremony of will you earned two punishments. You resisted the men strapping you to the cross bench and you screamed out when I came into you, even though I had told you to make no noise.' She looked up at him, about to explain. He put his hand to her lips. 'I understand why. I do. I probably would have done the same thing. But Annis, it is still disobedience. However, you did amazingly well on the walk through the cave and the way you gave yourself to me at the end of the Ceremony was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Thus, two rewards. Do you understand?'

Yes, she thought, I understand. But her stomach was in complete knots; she had gone farther than she ever thought possible with someone who was almost a complete stranger -- someone she knew basically nothing about -- who was now telling her that she had done something wrong. She looked away from him, furious.

'Annis?' Brydnis' voice was soft and caring. And at that moment she hated it.

'You think you care about me, but you don't. You don't even know me! Do you have any idea how hard that was for me? I can't...I don't...You can't punish me for opening myself up to you!'

Bryndis looked completely taken aback. 'Annis, you must know that I'm not punishing you for your courage!' He reached out and grabbed her arm. 'And I do know you, perhaps better than you know yourself. I don't doubt you. I think you are beautiful. I want you to feel comfortable in who you are without having to question yourself every day. Can you say the same?'

Tears filled her eyes as she pulled her arm away. 'No.' It was all she could manage to say. He knew then that it was time. He got down from the chair and met her on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her as tears fell down her face. 'You are beautiful,' he said, running a hand through her hair and down her back. He guided her back until she was laying on the cold stone. Annis stopped crying as his hands softly met her skin, flitting across her breasts, her stomach, and then parted her legs and rested each on the inside of her thighs. 'Annis, are you listening to me?' 

'Yes, Master, I am.' What she really wanted was him to keep moving near her. Her body was betraying her need and desire for him. I don't even need to tell him that I want him, she thought. He can see it. And he can taste it. He knows that I want him. 

'Annis, first I'm going to punish you for resisting the other Kyros when they attempted to help guide you. You are never to resist another Kyros here, for any reason. To help you remember this, I am going to give you five strokes across each breast.' Bryndis had reached over to pick up a birch branch, lithe and bendy, keeping one hand on the inside of her leg. He would strike her hard enough to mark her, but not to break her skin. It would probably bruise her again. He looked back at her. 'You will count each stroke and ask for the next one.'

Annis' face was pale, but she nodded. 'I'm sorry, Master.'

'I am waiting for you to ask me to begin.'

Annis looked out at the waterfall and felt the cool breeze over her nakedness. She had her legs spread in front of this man and she was, for the first time, about to ask someone to punish her. She closed her eyes and let the craziness of the situation leave her. This is my Master, she thought. He will teach me and I will learn so much from him.

'Master, I was wrong to resist help. I didn't mean to disobey you. Will you please punish me?' She heard the swish and the snap as the branch hit her pale left breast. The immediately felt the pain wash over her. Though she wanted to roll over or move or cover her breast or anything to ease the pain, she pressed her palms into the stone below her, moaned, and said 'Please sir, can I have another?' And another came and then another. After the third strike, Annis had tears pouring from her face, but she managed to ask for the fourth strike and for the fifth strike. After the fifth, she asked for the sixth strike, the first one on her right breast, but Bryndis paused a moment, leaned down and licked and kissed the sore, marked left breast. He then lifted his arm to match the right breast with the left. By the time he was done, her breasts were purple and red. He kneaded them both, softly, but firmly and under him, legs still splayed open, Annis whined softly. But it wasn't until he leaned down and bit both nipples that she released a sob. He continued biting her, however, his hands following back down to their positions between her legs.

'Annis, now I'm going to go down on you. I want you to pay close attention to what I do. I want you to be able to speak about it clearly when I'm done and tell me what I could do to give you more satisfaction and tell me if there's anything I do that frustrates you. Will you be able to do that?' She nodded. She had stopped crying, but now it was her pussy that was weeping. 'And Annis, I'm going to want to hear you cum. Don't be quiet this time.' He smiled at the look of surprise on her face. He did indeed want to hear his little giolla beg and moan for him.

He started by blowing softly on her wet pussy. Watching it quiver with chills and watching her nipples crimple, it took all of his self-discipline to restrain himself. He knew she would cum hard and fast and decided then to give her what she needed. He bent down, ran his tongue up the inner valley of her pussy and began to suck on her swollen, pink clit.




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As soon as he began to use his tongue, Annis knew she was going to cum. She wanted to wait, to last for him. She cried out as his mouth latched on to her clit, feeling his teeth scrape softly against her skin. She could feel her body arching up as he continued to suck, his tongue flitting from side to side. It was so intense, it was almost like she had fallen into a deep hole and the only way back to the light was to dive deeper down. In some deep corner of her mind she felt his tongue dipping in and out of her own juices to keeping her clit wet and thick. Then, almost without warning, she came. She cried out a wordless sound, tears streaming again down her face, her nails gripping deep into her own breasts. She gasped for breath moaning, as he slowed his assault on her clitoris, but didn't stop. As he pulled long and deep on her, she began to shake and to weep as the emotion of the past few days overcame her. Bryndis moved his hand to take over where his mouth had been, kissing upwards over he stomach, both breasts and finally, with his thumb still rubbing small circles across her clit, kissed her mouth.

She opened up to him and tasted her own salty-ironness in his mouth. Yes, she thought, he does know me. He knows this about me, this thing no one else, not even myself, had known. She reached a hand up to his face and kissed him back. 



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 09



Annis felt like she was on fire. Here she sat, looking out at one of the most beautiful places she had ever been in, enjoying the cool air with the warmth of a fire at her back and all she could think about was how long it had been since she had come. She was intently aware that she was naked and incredibly aroused by the man next to her -- the knowledge of both was making her very wet. She tried to be still and focus her mind on the water and on the green trees; she closed her eyes and breathed in, but all she could smell was Bryndis and her own pussy. She was so irritated that she couldn't do this vastly simple thing. 'Sit still and meditate was what Bryndis had instructed her to do and it was not something she usually had a problem with, but she still had so many questions and she wanted so many experiences that she was struggling submitting to him even in this very small thing. 'Calm down, Annis,' she said to herself. 'Just meditate. Think about one thing and focus your mind.' That was it, she thought. 'Just focusing on one thing, even if it isn't nature or beauty or whatever will help me settle. So, the only thing I can think about is sex, then I'll just meditate on sex.' 

Taking another deep breath, she started focusing on her pussy to the exclusion of everything else. Whenever another thought tried to penetrate her mind ('what does he think of me?' 'Shouldn't I be doing something?' 'I wish I weren't so fat') she funnelled it into the picture in her mind that was her pussy. Even thoughts like 'it's going to hurt a lot' and 'I wonder what his dick tastes like' and 'I'm so tight and wet' -- thoughts, in essence, that perpetuated her arousal -- were filtered into her mental pussy. She visualised it being wet and red and throbbing. She pictured herself as stretched out, legs encased in ropes and stretched open at the knees, but focusing on her pussy, seeing her juices leaking out and gathering in her hair ('but you've been shaved' -- thought into the void) before running down to her ass. She focused and focused. And was still. She was still desperate for Bryndis to make her cum, even more so than before, but she was able to do as he said and enjoy this time of silence and stillness.

Bryndis, on the other hand, felt for her, watched her out of the corner of his eye and, later, more directly; thus, he was well aware when she started to settle into meditation. He breathed an inward sigh of relief. He knew she was naturally a quietish person, but she wasn't shy and was always doing something. He was also aware that neither of them had come for a while, though she had been waiting much longer than he, so she must be horny. It had been three days since they had first come to the cave. She had been 'fed' sex in books, in conversation, in their interaction together, though what she had seen and participated in before he had taken her out of the group and then through what she had gone through during the Ceremony of Will but she had only asked to cum once and he had forced her to ask him and then denied her. She hadn't cum again since the first day they were in the cave. This type of submission -- this submission into silence, he liked to think of it -- was at this point very important. He decided to let her meditate for a while, then he would teach her about binding and rope work, put her in restraints, feed her and put her to bed. He reached down into his bag at his other side, pulled out a book, and began to read.

The past couple of days had given them time to be together in an almost every-day setting. Annis' submission was almost banal, fetching, cleaning, learning to serve in a way that suited Bryndis. Learning when to approach and interrupt him if he was occupied by something else was a key element during what Bryndis considered this first phase of her submission. After that first day, he had been clothed all of the time they were together, but he never allowed her to be. He went for hikes and once returned to the mansion for half a day, leaving Annis to read, write in the journal he had set for her and to do her daily chores which, in the cave, included heating water, setting out their simple meals from food stuffs he brought back from his excursions outside and cleaning. He left her strict instructions not to try and leave which she was only too happy to obey as she was not sure she could find her way either back or out. She was glad for the time alone mostly, as it gave her a chance to think about all the things she was learning. Time spent in meditation though, that was new. 

Annis was almost in a trance. She had lost her sense of time and space -- even her own body seemed to be far away. All she thought about was her pussy -- how it smelled, how it looked, how it tasted, how it felt. It seemed to hold her in the air. The gaping hole of her vagina and her (mentally) engorged clit were starting to pulse in her mind as her breathing had slowed and her heart rate had fallen. But something was tethering her, something was calling her back. 

'Annis,' Bryndis whispered softly. 'Annis...Annis, come back. Annis, open your eyes.'

She sighed and shook her head. She breathed in again and opened her eyes. The sun was setting. She must have been meditating for hours! She looked around and saw that Bryndis had lit candles and built up the fire. He was holding out a small towel to her.

'Here. Use to dry yourself off before you stand up.' He had thought he might dry her himself, but he wasn't sure if she could control her orgasms enough yet not to come if he touched her.

She blushed furiously, but took it from him, not looking at him in the face. 

Bryndis chuckled. He quite enjoyed her discomfort, but enjoyed even more her attempts to mop up her pussy juices in a 'polite' way. When she was done and standing, he motioned for her to follow him. 'Come with me through here.'

He took her through the same passage they had walked through when they first came to the cave, but only just back through into the darker section. Taking an immediate right, Annis saw that she was in a small, candle-lit, circular room, with what looked like an altar in the middle, covered in furs.

'Up you get, my dove,' said Bryndis, flippantly. 'This is where you will be for the rest of the evening. We're going to have dinner and then you're going to sleep here while I will be in the other room.' Annis was shocked. He wasn't going to even touch her -- after all that she had been through. And worse, he was forbidding her from being with him again. She thought that they would at least sleep next to each other when they were out here. Since they had come, he had always been near her until she slept, but she had noticed that she was alone anytime she woke up during the night or in the morning. This was different, though. There was only room up there for one.

Her disappointment showed, as Bryndis expected it would. 'Annis, a giolla rarely sleeps with her Kyros, especially in my case. I sleep best alone, in my own space. We will usually sleep apart and you should be aware that it is normal, even in this informal situation. You'll also need to start getting used to something else, which is one of the reasons why you're in here. I like for you to sleep bound.' Annis drew in a sharp breath as Bryndis continued. 'To start with, you'll have a lot of motion, especially when it's time to sleep. I'll use ropes to bind your hands together and your legs apart. You'll have a good range of motion and I'll be able to hear you at any time. You won't, however, be able to masturbate or to get up for any reason. This isn't a punishment, it's what I enjoy. Understand?'

'Don't you want to be with me?' Annis whispered. Bryndis sighed and decided to be a bit sterner than usual.

'Yes. But I can control my desires. You will learn to do so as well. Now, lie back.' Tears started to roll down her face, but Annis did realise that he was right. She had been denying herself intimacy with men for twenty seven years; she could certainly learn to be intimate with a man and not sleep with him. She lay back, swearing to never ask him again whether he wanted her or not. 'If he doesn't want me,' she thought to herself, 'well, he'll just have to put up with it and remember this is all his bloody fault to begin with.' That wasn't exactly true, of course, but it got her lying back on the furs in front of him. She realised it was the first time she had prostrated herself before him totally nude without hesitating. A shiver ran through her. 

'Rope is my favourite binding material...' and Bryndis was off, teaching her about binds, ties, cording the difference between leather and rope when wet. She listened and tried to take in as much as possible, while he was using a thick rope to bind her hands together and two thinner, more pliable ropes to secure that knot to the altar-bed thing. She thought that he would bind her ankles up, and was surprised when he used a medium thickness rope binding just over her knees. 'This ensures you still have full range of motion in your legs, but that you must keep your thighs open wide,' he explained, putting in the final knots. 'How do you feel?'

She moved her arms, twisted her ankles around, bent her knees. 'I feel okay.'

He nodded. 'These bindings aren't too tight; you have a lot of leeway. Remember, this is to help you get used to being bound; as we progress, you will be bound with smaller ropes which...'

'...have a natural tendency to tighter knots,' she said, proudly showing off that she had been listening to his lesson.

'Good. Now, I'm going to get our dinner ready.' Soon she could smell something wonderful being prepared in the other room. Garlic, she guessed, and maybe rosemary? Her stomach growled and she thought about how hungry she was and began thinking of all sorts of lovely foods that he could be making for her. Would it be meat? She wouldn't be surprised if he'd had something slow-cooking here from earlier or if he'd brought something with him to warm in the fire. Was he a vegetarian? She hadn't seen him eat any meat since they'd been together... These thoughts distracted her from the restraints and every time her mind wandered to her actual situation (bound, naked, in a cave miles away from anyone with a man she'd only recently met) she thought about dinner. After about twenty minutes, Bryndis came back in with a steaming plate of roast veg tossed with pasta, olive oil and garlic, a small bowl of tiramisu, two bottles of something (wine and maybe milk?) and a bag of something she couldn't quite make out. She started salivating as he sat down next to her. Then, her stomach sank.

Bryndis knew he wasn't going to enjoy this as much as some other Kyros' would. Being a foodie, he liked for others to enjoy food with him, but he was curious to see how she would react. He didn't say anything when he came in and sat down, merely started eating his dinner. After a few minutes, he poured himself a glass of wine and asked her to tell her what she thought of the other giolla she had met. He was impressed as she started talking. She didn't complain, she didn't ask where her food was, she just answered when he asked questions. Not very enthusiastically, true, but the submission was there. Another good mark for Annis.

Annis, for her part, was furious. She was hungry and embarrassed. 'But just wait,' she told herself. 'He told me that he would feed me, there must be dinner somewhere.' She kept answering his banal questions while he ate, hoping he might leave some in the bowl, something. Nothing. He scraped it clean. Then, however, he asked her the pertinent question:

'Are you hungry, Annis?'

'Yes, oh, yes Master. It smells so good!'

'Thank you. I brought you something else though.' And he held up the bag she had seen when he walked in the room. Two carrots, cut in half, and three stalks of trimmed celery.

'Everything you eat tonight, Annis, you will eat only after I've used it to penetrate you. We'll start with a carrot, I think.'

Annis was shocked and tried to sit up. 'Wait! What...'

'You need to get used to penetration and moreover, you need to eat. But most importantly, this is what I want. This is the second time tonight you've challenged me; you will be punished for it tomorrow.' He hadn't punished her since that first day, either. He wanted to give her body time to recover from the Ceremony of Will and the resulting birch whipping on her breasts. Her pale skin was now beautifully colourful and almost entirely healed. 

'But you said you wanted me to ask questions! And this is practically a punishment!'

'Annis, I want you to ask all the questions you need to feel comfortable and safe and to understand what we're doing. This will be especially important as we move into the more challenging stages of your service here to me. But you're not asking questions -- you're challenging me. You understand what I'm going to do, you know it isn't going to hurt you, you know it's going to fulfil your immediate needs, even if it doesn't fulfil all of your desires. This goes against the very heart of what it means to be giolla. I accepted your first challenge regarding our sleeping arrangements because I know that some Kyros have different perspectives on this and I want to be very clear about mine. But this is beyond what I accept. You will be punished tomorrow. Now lay back, open your legs and prepare to eat your dinner. I don't want you to speak again or make any noise until I'm finished feeding you unless you want to use your safeword' Bryndis' voice was rock-hard now; all pride at her earlier actions were gone. He was more than a little frustrated. Tomorrow, he thought, they were going to have to do some serious trust work.

Annis was so angry, but there was something else there as well. As she lay back and spread her legs, bending them at the knees as Bryndis further instructed, she tried to identify it. She closed her eyes. Shame. Yes, she was embarrassed. She didn't want anyone to put carrots and celery in her...pussy (she still hesitated before thinking it, but she was trying to get used to it) and it made her angry that Bryndis was going to make her do this. But she was also embarrassed at having to eat her own pussy juices. And then she was ashamed at her own reticence! AAAAAaaargh, she though, am I ever going to get this right? 

She opened her eyes and looked down to see him standing at the end of the bed (table? altar?) where she was lying to find him holding a long, large piece of carrot, looking at her and waiting. When she looked at him he nodded and sighing, he placed his left hand on the inside of her right thigh and caressed it softly. 'As much as you can, Annis, watch me. Watch me fuck you with your dinner.' He smiled but she stiffened as she felt the blunt end of the carrot stick start to enter her. 

He was intentionally slow. It was not a wide piece of carrot, but it was about six inches in length and he wanted her to take as much of it as possible. In slow and out slow, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

That was what was turning Annis on more than having something moving in and out of her pussy, his amazing eyes. When he started pushing the carrot back into her, she stifled a moan as she felt the rough ribs of the carrot go deep and into her. And then, suddenly, it was wet and pressed up against her lips. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took a bite, tasting the salty, iron flavour of her pussy juices mixed with raw carrot. Back the rest of the carrot stick went into her pussy. In out, in out, bite. In out, in out, bite. Her pussy was soaking wet by the time the carrots were done, Bryndis smiled as he noticed they were starting to run orange due to the colour of the carrots. He loved the way she smelled, too, hot and musky. He reached into the bag and took out the first of the celery sticks. They were longer and thicker than the half-cut carrot sticks, but their shape meant that her g-spot would get relatively little stimulation. So long as he didn't touch her clit, which was quite a temptation as it was starting to swell, she wouldn't come, regardless of how hard he pounded her. And he was definitely going to go harder. He rubbed the inside of her legs again, breathing in deeply. Christ, he wanted to eat her, but he didn't want her to come and he knew she would come very quickly at this point. Her anger was gone, but he suspected a little of the shame might be left.

'Good girl, my little dove,' he said, squeezing her breast as she finished the last of the carrot. 'Now, for some green vegetables. You'll notice, Annis, that the celery is tapered, so the deeper it goes, the wider it will stretch you.' Bryndis held up the eight inch stick of celery so that she could see. She nodded, looking a little scared, but definitely turned on. This time, after he put the celery inside her, he went a bit faster. And a bit faster, until she started to lift her hips in rhythm. Then, out it came and in it went, into her mouth.

Annis was sweating. He hadn't told her that she couldn't come, but she couldn't come! There wasn't enough pressure or something, but as the three pieces of celery slammed in and out of her before being held up to her lips for her to eat, she panted, unable to stifle the desire she had as she was stretched and stimulated, but trying hard not to make the same mistakes she had made in days past. It just furthered her shame, this wantonness. Oh, god, she wanted to come; it had been such a strained day and it had been a long time. But she couldn't. She couldn't.

By the end of the third piece of celery, pussy juices were running down Bryndis' hand. She was well-stretched for a virgin, he though, watching her take the widest end of the celery with a wince. She was panting with desire and sweat covered her face, dampening her hair around the edges. He smiled as he watched her trying to get off on the last few inches of celery, pulling on her restraints, whimpering and fluttering. She was so like a dove, he thought. Fragile and pure, wanting to fly but so afraid. He didn't really enjoy humiliation, but he needed her to learn to submit in situations that made her feel uncomfortable, where she was acting because he wanted her to, not only because it fulfilled any of her desires. Slowly removing the final bit of celery from her pussy, he drew it up her stomach, between her breasts and then placed it in between his teeth, one hand on her left breast, kneading the hardened flesh, the other on the inside of her left thigh, feeling the damp heat rising from her pussy. He lent down then and softly fed her the final piece of celery, not kissing her, but making her reach up to take the last bite from him.

'Good girl, my dove. Almost through.' He looked at her, waiting, watching her swallow, looking at her pussy convulse as if trying to clutch around something. Christ, he wanted her. No, be patient. You knew this was going to take time and she's not ready. He sighed; she still hadn't opened her eyes, her face was flushed with what he thought might be embarrassment. 

'Annis, look at me.' Slowly, she did. He was a bit surprised to see not only the embarrassment he was expecting, but unshadowed lust. Pure desire. Well, what did you expect, he thought to himself. It's good to know she's enjoying herself. He didn't think, however, that she would enjoy this next bit quite so much. 

'Annis, I have something I want you to drink.' He held up the second bottle he brought in with him. It was a water bottle, half full with what looked like milk. 'It's milk,' he explained and paused. 'And semen. About half and half.' He watched her eyes widen. 'It's not just mine; most of the other Kyros were happy to contribute.' He smiled wickedly at her. 'I want you to get used to the idea of swallowing my cum, in whatever guise.'

Oh my god, Annis thought, I just want to cum. I just want to cum. Her pussy was throbbing and she could feel her juices running down her legs and across her chest from where the carrots and the celery had left trails when Bryndis was feeding her. Here I am, she thought, covered in my own pussy juice. I just ate a whole meal, however meagre, that had first been used to fuck me and now I'm about to drink half a bottle of cum, most of which hadn't even come from Bryndis! Oh my god, I just want to cum. She closed her eyes and felt his arm underneath her head. She opened her eyes and looked at him, pressing the bottle up against her lips. And she drank. She drank down all of the cum and all of the milk. It didn't taste badly. Just like strange milk, really, she thought.




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Watching her choke down his cum and the cum of his friends almost made Bryndis loose the self-control he was tightly holding on to. Rivulets of it ran out of the corners of her mouth, as she wasn't able to quite drink it all fast enough and watching her, he knew he was going to need to cum soon, self-control or no self-control. As soon as she was finished, he removed his arm from beneath her head and, without another word, turned to leave. As he was drawing a thick curtain across the opening of the cave he stopped, keeping his back toward her and said 'I'll get you when it's time to wake up. I'm not angry. Get some sleep, try to get used to the restraints and think about what submission means.' And he was gone.

Bryndis had just only stopped himself from running out of the room. He was afraid that if he stayed for even one more minute to comfort or explain to her, he would force himself on her right then with no preamble. And she would have let him. She might even have welcomed him. But afterwards... he would not have stayed with her and she was not ready. She was not ready. Later, she would think back on it and there would have been no beauty, no unity between them. And he didn't want their first time together to be linked to carrots and celery -- that would be absurd. But he wanted her. His penis was aching and throbbing; he didn't think she had seen the effect she had on him. As he grasped his penis at the base and started to run his hand down the shaft, he thought again of how her pussy had quivered when he had removed that last large piece of celery, but, as his grip tightened and his motions quickened, it was the memory of watching the milky semen run out of the corners of her mouth and the look of confused submission in her eyes that made him gasp as he came hard, shooting his cum against the wall. He moaned inwardly, closed his eyes and steadied himself. 'This is not going to be the last time she makes you act like a sixteen year old in a girls changing room, you idiot,' he thought to himself. He got a rag, cleaned off the wall and sank down into the bath, thinking about the next day. It was time to step up her training.

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When Brynids left so suddenly, Annis didn't know what had happened. She took a few deep breaths and tried to wipe the milky semen off of her face only to find that she couldn't because her hands were bound and the bindings wouldn't reach that far. She then tried to close her legs, but again, was thwarted by the ropes. She felt so embarrassed at what she had done and so... sad, yes, sad that she had done something that had made Bryndis so unhappy with her that he had to leave so suddenly. He said he wasn't angry, she thought as she twisted around as much as the ropes would allow. Not angry. Then what? Disgusted? Disappointed? Before she could think much more about it, she was asleep.



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Author's Note: Dear all, thanks for all the wonderful feedback and the great votes! I love writing this series, but this chapter was really hard for me to write and it was really important that I 'get it right' (hence the lengthy delay between chapters). I don't apologise for the harshness of the scene, but I can promise that the next few chapters will have a little more romance, as it were. Thanks for hanging in there through the long wait!

When Bryndis awoke, his eyes were sandpaper tired. After years of military training and further years as a Kyros at the institute, it was usually easy for him to trust his inner body clock to wake him when he desired. Today, though it was still early, he knew by the dusty light that dawn was approaching and that he had overslept. Though hardly sleeping in, he was irked that he was late. He felt like he was slipping. Sighing as he got his feet under him, he got dressed and started his almost-daily run. He was about 3k into his usual 10k and was deciding to get Annis more involved in running – maybe a 5k as a goal? – when he realised he was really avoiding the subjects he needed to use this time to think about: what had happened last night and the next stage of Annis' training which was starting today. He slowed to almost a walk as he thought again about how close he had come to taking her, to forcing himself on her, last night. Her soft skin and her bound arms and her pleading eyes, that revealed lust in her eyes. And he had almost given in to that request; it would have been an irrevocable mistake not only in that he had a strict training plan – a plan for them both, he reminded himself – but also that he had known in taking on a virgin that he was placing a burden on himself and on the Institute to abide by certain guidelines and respect certain traditions which would not apply to the other Kyros'. It did, however, mean that he got to spend these early days of Annis' training here in these hills and forests and he got to be much more instrumental in these early stages than others whose giolla spent significant amounts of time training in group lessons. 

The truth of the matter is, he thought, if he had taken her last night they would probably both have been asked to leave. At the very least, he would have been put on probation and she... Well, she would have felt very alone, regardless. Alone and undoubtedly betrayed and perhaps even assaulted. The truth of the matter is that it could never happen again, he could never slip again. The truth of the matter is, he decided, that they had to go back to their rooms at the House and that some things at least would have to change. Thus, there were some things that had to happen today, things that Annis would hate. Things that he hated. Picking the pace back up, he began to make modifications to his plan.

The current problem was that the Institute had a policy where the recently inducted giolla and their Kyros' discovered their limits. Every Kyros had between 6 and 48 hours to 'break' their giolla, putting her in a situation where she would use her safeword; optimally, warning words were used as well, but it was the use of the safeword that was key. After using it once, the giolla all knew that they were, essentially, safe with their Kyros. It almost immediately had a positive effect on their emerging relationships and lead directly to a deeper understanding of trust. There was, of course, a downside to forcing a safeword so quickly. Most new giolla were eager to 'prove' themselves as strong, as capable of bearing pain or humiliation. Usually, new Kyros' had to result to quick thinking or unexpected action, rather than pain alone, to bring about a safeword result as none of the giolla were alerted to this aspect of their training beforehand. Bryndis knew of another Kyros who routinely had his giolla separate 10 pound sacks of red and puy lentils for hours on end whilst sitting in a very hot room wearing a slightly too large butt-plug until she safeworded. No really terrible pain involved, altogether just too much discomfort. He had thought to use a similar approach with his next giolla, but with someone like Annis, that wouldn't work. 

Annis had never, before coming to the Institute, experienced pain as part of the sexual process and had no idea of the wide-ranging role pain could plan in stimulation and submission. He was going to have to spend a lot of time working with her in this physical area of training in order for her to reach her potential as giolla and she would have to trust him irrefutably to monitor her pain thresholds. Basically, she would have to safeword through pain, not boredom and not even humiliation, in order for her to fully trust his training and mastery of her. 

The other problem was that he had received special dispensation for Annis to allow them more time before forcing her to safeword. Though originally thinking he would keep her here only two days, that time had stretched; as soon as he had realised the change in his plan, he had requested the dispensation from the Institute. Thus, he could force the safeword as long as they were here, but it had to be achieved before returning to the Institute. They were leaving tomorrow, as he knew for sure that their future as Kyros and giolla were dependent on their return; however, Bryndis was also keenly aware that he had, due to his own hesitations, not yet given her any direct training on pain management. This whole situation was due to his mistakes, not hers and they would both bear the brunt of his latest fuck up. This next bit of her training, the inclusion of pain and pain management, he was determined to get right. He settled into his long, loping stride for the final 2k of his circuit.

******

Annis was shocked out of sleep. It was still dark. Very dark, in fact. Even when she opened her eyes, it was dark. There was a sharp coldness in between her legs and growing slowly over her whole body, like someone had lodged an ice pick in her pussy and then was wiping her down with cold water. Whether that was what was happening or not, however, she couldn't tell. She couldn't see anything. She tried to move her hands, tried to move her body away from the growing cold, but she could only move a little. The straps that had been 'restraining' her in sleep were truly restraints now, arms pinned against her ears over her head, ropes underneath her breasts and across her hips to keep her still on the plinth, legs tied down and splayed open at the knee. 

'Master?' She knew it was Bryndis, it had to be Bryndis, but she needed the reassurance of him; she was trying very hard not to get panicky, but she was still coming out of sleep and was shocked to be in this state.

'Annis, good morning.' The creeping cold continued, but she relaxed visibly upon hearing his voice. Who else would it be? she asked herself, mentally giving herself a shake. Before she could respond, he continued. 'Don't say anything else just now. There are things you need to know immediately and things I need to know. First, today will be a hard day for you; I'm telling you now so that you can prepare yourself mentally that your submission today will be harder than it was over the course of the previous days. There is not going to be one 'event' that will be particularly challenging, but all day will be hard for both of us. Do you understand?

'Sir, I'm so sorry about last – ' 

'Annis, do you understand?' A repeated question was paired with a twist on the cold in her pussy, making her cringe.

'Yes, sir, thank you for telling me.'

'You're welcome. What happened last night was unfortunate, but not because of anything you did. You were lovely and watching you and your submission pleased me very, very much. Watching you respond to me was one of the most beautiful things I've seen, especially because it was not a kind of submission you feel comfortable with. I was very pleased.'

A flush came over her whole body as she heard the warmth in his voice. Bryndis smiled, though Annis could not see it, watching her nipples become flushed and puckered, seeing her face redden underneath the blindfold. She's thinking about it, he thought, remembering. His heart sank a little that not every memory was going to give her that much pleasure. More of them would, though, he reminded himself, in the end as long as he was careful and thorough.

'Thank you, Master. I was afraid you were angry when you left.'

'Annis, I told you when I left that I was not angry. Do you think I would lie to you?' Not giving her a chance to answer, he continued, 'Regardless of the difference between that you think you trust me and that you act as if you do not, I will not lie to you. That is part of what we will be working on today. I hope that the next time you wake up, you will trust me a little bit more and that I will trust you a little bit more. Today, we'll start working on pain training.'

He immediately felt the tension return to her body.

'Here is what I trust you with today: I trust you to use your warning words or your safeword if and when you need them. This is not about showing me what a tough girl you are, but showing me your limits, showing me and showing yourself what you really can't do and where you really can't go. Throughout the day, we'll be working on different ways to use pain in giolla training and I'll teach you some beginning mental and physical exercises to help manage pain.' He paused, giving her a chance to think about what he had just said. 'What are you thinking about, Annis?'

'I... I knew this was coming.' She licked her lips and started again. 'I mean, it's not a surprise. Well, it's a surprise today, but...' She shifted her weight around, tightening and loosening the tension around her arms and flexing her hands. 'I'm not very good with pain, you see. I'm kind of a wimp so normally I would be terrified doing something that I know would hurt. I mean, weirdly, it's probably one of the million reasons I'm still a virgin...' Her voice petered away. I mean, could she really still say she was a virgin? He had practically raped her anally at the Ceremony of Will even though she had accepted it through submission. Last night he had fucked her with her dinner (a carrot! she thought in dismay, and I was begging for it!) and now here she was, blindfolded, tied down with her legs splayed before someone she'd know only days really and he was doing who-knows-what to her at the moment. That, however, was a conversation for another time. Soon, perhaps, but another time. The question now is... how to deal with pain?

'I don't know how to do it – to deal with pain, I mean. I want to let you, I mean... I like how you said this isn't about me showing that I'm tough, but I'm really likely to just want it to stop.'

'That's what the safeword and warning words are for. I will help you and I will push you but at the same time...' he paused slightly, 'you won't ever forget this day.' She thought that he even sounded a little sorry for her.

'Just, could you keep reminding me that you'll help me? That might help, that reminder that this is actually for me.' She could feel the blindfold starting to get wet from the tears. She wasn't totally crying, just... this was hard.

'Of course. Thanks for telling me how I might can help you. Now, I'm going to gag you as we finish the preparations. You won't be bound and gagged and blinded all day, by the way, but throughout the day we will work with variations. The preparations will take a while but I want you to use it to meditate on calmness, on me and on my trust of you. I trust you, Annis, and I want you.'

'Thank you, Dhiren.'

She heard his intake of breath upon hearing her use his first name, but was equally shocked to feel his hand on her cheek and his mouth on hers. His lips, soft against hers. He didn't touch her anywhere else, but as his thick tongue entered her parted lips, a gasp escaped her, a small groan as he explored her and thanked her. In that second, her groan turned to a cry as he bit down hard on her extended tongue which had been tentatively on its way to his mouth. She tasted blood.

He leaned in to her ear, hand now twisted in her hair. 'I will take blood from every part of you before your training is finished,' he whispered, deep and throaty. 

Standing again, he ordered her to open her mouth and fitted her gag before she had a chance to reply. A shiver that had nothing to do with cold or hunger made its way through Annis.

*****

'The first lesson,' Bryndis said whilst letting his eyes slide over her reddening chest and stomach, 'is that I want you to feel this way. I do not want for you to escape pain; I want you to experience it.' He began to lightly dust his martinet across her legs and then her arms, keeping well away from her face. This stage was in the way of a warm-up as he could see her face which was now free of the blindfold and gag. He wanted to be sure she was listening to him, particularly now in the early stages – these lessons were crucial and he would have to remind her throughout the session. He didn't want her in subspace or in any way disconnected from her conscious body. Plus, he wanted to gauge the pain reactions in her face, not just the tension in her muscles, something he found key during the first few pain management sessions. 'You are to stay connected with the pain as we get deeper and deeper into it. You are free to scream or cry out at any time, but when I say 'now', I want you to scream as loudly as you can and I want you to arch your back. Both will help you stay in touch with your body and will help you eliminate the building pain. Otherwise, I want you to be as still as you can reasonably be. Do you understand?' His light strokes reverted back to her stomach, but he continued striking her gently as he waited for her to answer.

'Yes...Sir,' she panted.

'Then show me what you should do – NOW!' he swiped a bit harder and then let the martinet drop to his side. He smiled as she lifted her breasts off the plinth and let out a short but loud scream. It was hardly as loud as she could scream, but he thought they would both figure out how loud that was before long. He would later teach her other coping mechanisms later, ones for standing, sitting and kneeling, but today he would focus on her front and her lying down. Plus, this meant that she would be able to both sit and lay down afterwards and that she would be able to see every stroke once they got into the striking that would mark her. 'Good girl, well done my dove.'

The lights were full up, the sunlight was streaking in. Bryndis didn't want any romance here; instead he wanted full-on reality that would force Annis to focus on what he was doing to her. This was another side of being giolla and he wanted to see how she took it without any frills. He was even dressed, not in anything fancy just blue jeans, his brown belt and a tee-shirt tight enough not to get in the way of his swings. He thought about these things because he had had to learn about them. His last giolla, years ago, had been a serious masochist and he had wanted to keep her satisfied and thus had to learn how to be certain that the body was accepting the maximum amount of pain while inflicting the least amount of lasting damage – it was a delicate and very fine rope to walk.

He moved his strokes, still slight, to her inner thighs, still splayed open, knees out and feet tucked together and tied down. He wasn't yet going to touch her pussy, but he saw the first real tension showing in her face. 'Take deep breaths,' he instructed her and watched her relax, even as he began to pick up his pace. He had placed the egg vibrator inside her pussy. He wouldn't turn it on until later, but even with it off she was reacting to the warm-up, her pussy glistening and turning him on, forcing a small growl from him. He decided that if she was this wet, she was ready to move things up a notch. Her whole front glowed red from his strokes, her skin and muscles ready to accept something harder.

Placing his left hand on her pussy, fingering her slightly and eliciting a moan from Annis, he reached down and traded the martinet for his crop. Running it around her legs, he slowly let its tip rest finally upon her lips. 'Kiss it and thank me for what I am about to do. And remember, this is for you and for us'.

She hesitated, eliciting a small tap on the lips from him. 'Yes, sir,' she said, opening her mouth slightly, licking and then kissing the crop. 'Thank you for this pain.' Her eyes dropped, not looking at him. He reached down again, softly rubbing her clit between his forefinger and thumb.

'Look at me, Annis,' he commanded. Her big eyes found his. 'Say it again, and this time, mean it.' He pinched and twisted her extended clit hard in his hand.

Through a quick intake a breath, she let out 'I...thank you...thank you!' she squeezed her eyes shut but he continued twisting her, thinking that she might be about to use a warning word. He wished, in a way, that she would. She opened her eyes again. 'Thank you for this!' She was shaking a bit, but seemed more or less under control. Then he began with the crop, focusing on her breasts. He had settled into an easy rhythm that he could keep up for a long time, the object being the pattern: 10 strokes on the top of the left breast, 10 on the right, 10 on the bottom of the left breast, 10 on the right, 10 directly on the left nipple, 10 on the right; follow that with 40 lighter strokes on the pussy, avoiding as much as possible any direct hits on the clit for a total of 100 strokes per circuit. His goal here was five circuits. He could tell she was trying to keep still, but there was nothing she could do against the delightful and almost constant jiggle of her breasts against the leather of the crop. By the end of the second circuit she was letting out loud barking screams every time he shifted positions. At the end of the third circuit, he cried out 'NOW!' for her release and this time she did scream loudly. Again, not a long scream, but every muscle in her torso and most of the ones in her arms and legs strained as she raised her body off of the plinth. When she dropped back down, she was sweating and breathing hard, but he immediately began his fourth circuit. Half way through, he saw her start to slip away, not out of consciousness, just away from the pain. Quickly, he stopped again, calling out her 'now' release so as to make her reconnect with the muscles in her torso. This time when she screamed out, it was softer, but longer. Similarly, the arch of her body was higher and more intense. He smiled and looked into her eyes and said 'This is what you were thanking me for, Annis, this release, this pain. Does it hurt?'

'Yes, Master', she gritted out through clenched teeth. 'I want you to stop soon, Master!'

'You have the power to make this stop, my dove.' Bryndis moved again down to her pussy, starting to count the forty swats while maintaining eye contact with Annis. He saw her lips purse and he knew she was deciding that she could continue. He would be harder on his fifth circuit, he decided. She had to know how far she could reasonably go. He knew she had not yet reached her limit, but she was just now deciding if he was right. On this fifth circuit, Bryndis slowed down his pace but increase the strength of his blows, keeping them steady but sharp. As her body was becoming used to the pattern, she should be able to incorporate these now, he knew, though he was watching her closely. Tears started to streak down her face as he started blows directly on her nipples. He stopped to give her a release and then returned to his regular pace, but after only three blows on her pussy, she finally called out 'Weakness, please, weakness! I'm so sorry!' 

Annis immediately started to sob as Bryndis lowered his arm. He didn't touch her at all, but moved next to her head. He really didn't like this, but he wanted to teach her, to train her and most of all he wanted her to trust him and not to fear him. Fear was not something he enjoyed. In order to build that kind of trust, the trust that was free from the fear of pain, this was a necessary step. He started to whisper in her ear, still not touching her, 'you are not sorry, my dove. You are beautiful and I am so proud that you used your warning word. Just take a little while and get it all out. Just cry and cry and I'll be right here when you're ready to start again. You are doing so well, you are doing just what you are supposed to be doing...'




Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 10



As he continued, Annis started to focus on his words. She had been biting back the warning word for a long time now. How long? she wondered. How long has it been? It didn't matter really. Her whole body was burning and aching. The cold that had been emanating from her pussy was long gone and it was throbbing with pain. 'How do I go on?' She thought she had asked that in her mind, but Bryndis answered her.

'Let the pain out. Don't keep it in. Let it go, get it out of your system, release it.'

He knew he was prattling on, but his hope was that the patter of his words would calm her. He found that he was the one relaxing as she arched her back again, curling her hands in the restraints and letting out a long, low scream, almost a moan. When she relaxed, her breathing was almost normal and though the tears continued to flow down her face, she was considerably more herself. He started talking again, but this time with a more directed point.

'Annis, are you feeling better now?'

'Yes sir. Master, I'm so sorry, I – ' He stopped her with the simple expedient of laying the crop over her mouth. 

'Annis, you have nothing to apologise for. You have not disobeyed – quite the contrary. You did exactly the right thing, asking for a short break and using your warning word. You know when you need a break and you know when you can't take anymore.' That was as close as he could come to telling her that he was going to push her until she used her safeword. 'How are you feeling now?'

'Better, thank you sir.' The tears were starting to dry on her cheeks. He knew, however, that they would be wet again soon. 

'In that case, we'll start again in a minute. Annis, you're doing well staying connected to the pain, to the experience. That is a critical part of your training. Don't forget how proud that makes me as we move on.'

She nodded, feeling a sense of cool pride inside her that even in this, she was pleasing him. She had never ever thought she could please a man like that. 'Yes, sir; thank you for reminding me.'

Bryndis moved back to begin the final 37 strokes on her pussy. For Annis, the first few strokes were the worst pain she had ever experienced. Her body's enjoyment of a respite meant that she was now super sensitive and the pain was even worse than it had been before. After ten strokes she was crying out at each hit; after twenty, the tears had returned. When, at the end of the set, Bryndis demanded she release the pain, her scream was loud and almost defiant. 

She had so quickly become used to the circuit, that she was surprised when he did not again return to her breasts with the crop. Apprehension set in again when she saw the instrument he held to her mouth to kiss. Seeing her furrowed brow, he said 'it's called a Rebenque from Argentina. It was my choice-gift upon becoming Kyros.' She opened her mouth and kissed it almost reverently, certainly with awe. It was a beautiful, if awful, thing. It had a wooden handle just over a foot long with a beautiful silver inlay all twisted around like vines and leaves. Attached to one end was a soft piece of leather, as long again as the handle, but about two inches wide. 'This will hurt you, my dove, but I promise not to let it crush you.'

'Thank you, sir, for teaching me.'

The first blow fell between her legs.

Another circuit this time, but this one being a bit different than the last. Here, he worked her on a five-strap-release and he was aiming for six circuits, but thought (hoped?) she would safeword before he reached the end. The rebenque gave less sting than the crop, but a deeper pain, something he thought of as a glowing pain. Because of the shorter handle than the crop and the nearness of the leather strap, he was able to be much more concise; at the same time, it was a larger instrument and the strokes covered a larger area. There was no way to avoid her clit this time around. The circuit would be thus: pussy, left breast, right breast, pussy, left breast, release; the second circuit would then pick up where the first left off: right breast, pussy, left breast, right breast, pussy, release. Thus, six circuits would distribute ten equal strokes across her breasts and pussy. He knew he was ignoring the rest of her skin, but the point was to force her safeword, not overall pain or punishment. Maximum pain for minimal payoff. Bryndis sighed, and struck again.

Annis, meanwhile, was awash with sweat. She was angry now, wishing Bryndis wouldn't make her release so often. She thought she could ignore the pain if he would only let her, that maybe she could just float up and away if she didn't have to stop and release it. After the fourth circuit, she had begun to shake at every blow. 

During the fifth circuit, Bryndis began to wonder why she wasn't calling her safeword or at least calling her warning word. He allowed her fifth release to last a few seconds longer than normal, but as soon as the questioning look returned to Annis' face, he continued the last left breast, right breast, pussy (she shuddered and screamed when that blow landed), left breast and right breast. Still holding the rebenque, he laid his left hand on her stomach. She focused on him, still shaking.

'Why didn't you use your words?' he asked.

'You told me...' she panted, still shaking, 'You promised not to let it break me. And it didn't!' She shuddered, but kept her gaze on him.

'Deep breaths, Annis, deep breaths.'

Bryndis tried not to let the shock and dismay of her statement show on his face. She was right. In truth, his 'promise' had probably forced her to endure more than she would have done otherwise. Her body had certainly had enough. However, if he stopped now, he would just have to bring her back to this point tomorrow. Once again, she would pay for his mistake. He looked at her, all of her. The shuddering was slowing down as she slowed her breathing. Her pussy was a deep purple and her breasts were bright red, like a quilt due to the crossing of his blows. He resisted the temptation to massage them. You have to finish this, he thought to himself. She might have to say the word, but you have to engineer the opportunity. He thought through his options quickly and made his decision. 

'My dove, I'm so proud of you. Whatever happens, I am proud to be your Kyros.' Bryndis held up six clothes pins and smiled at the confused look on his giolla's face. She would know better the next time he brought them out. Nonetheless, she didn't question him and kissed them and thanked him. He also turned on the egg vibrator in her pussy, causing her to smile at him. He didn't smile back. He wasn't even sure she would make it through the application of the clothes pins; he had seen some experienced giolla safeword depending on when and how they were applied and everywhere he was going to put them was already painful for her. 

The first two, he clipped to her two outer pussy lips. She groaned, but didn't cry out. When he clipped the third to her right nipple, however, a loud gasp escaped her. He understood entirely: clothespins were an entirely different kind of pain, pinching and deep. Nonetheless, he carried on and attached the fourth to her left breast.

'Masterrrr...' Annis moaned.

'Yes?'

But all she did was bite her lip and shake her head; the shivers returned. As he moved down her body to her clit, he looked at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, she was pulling down on her arm bindings again, fists clenched.

'Look at me, Annis.'

As her eyes opened, he clipped the second to last clothespin around her clit. 

'AAAAAaaaarrrrgh!' 

'Now!' He cried, forcing another scream from her. This time the clothespins on her breasts were almost irresistible as she arched her back, pressing at once into the air and deep into Annis' soft flesh. I might not be much of a sadist, thought Bryndis, but that is just seriously hot. To his delight, and to his concerned mind, this release lasted longer than the others, and ended in a low, throaty moan. Finally, she relaxed, but the pain was still there and would remain as long as the clothespins were there. One more to apply. One more twist.

'Open your mouth, Annis, and stick out your tongue.'

Annis did open her mouth but almost more in amazement than in obedience. Then, so that Bryndis could see the marks from where he had bitten her not so long ago, she stuck out her tongue. 

The scream that followed was unlike any Bryndis had heard that day, high and shrill. Her eyes bulged and her head shook. He waited and when she still didn't use her safeword (her warning word wouldn't really help her at this point, though he wasn't sure if she realised that or not), he reached down and plucked the clothespin off of her clit, yanking hard.

'Fay-yur! Fay-yur!' Her body was at once shaking and convulsing. 

'Yes, my dove, I will take them off immediately.' Quickly he removed the pin first from her tongue, causing another scream, then off of her nipples – both together causing a pain-filled moan and, finally, the two remaining from her pussy. He turned off the egg vibrator and stroked the insides of her legs as he undid the restraints. She was weeping now, not just crying. As he moved up to her arms and started to undo the restraints, he too started to feel tears in his eyes. He just didn't like to see others in pain, not like this. Bringing her hands down to her sides, he kissed her and kissed her again. 

When he moved away, she rolled over on her side, curling her legs up and sheltering herself away from him. Though he understood why she did it, this was not okay. Placing one hand on her back and walking around to face her, he said, 'Annis, let me look at you.'

For a moment she kept her eyes shut and then some of the tension left her and she looked at him. Even though no blows had touched it, her face was a mess. Covered with sweat, snot from her weeping and blood seeping from her tongue from the re-opened bite. 'Let me look at the rest of you.' 

He kept his hand possessively touching her, not letting her block him out, he stroked her side as she rolled back over. Her nipples were distended and purple, her breasts striped red, shocking against the fawn-white of her stomach. Noting her uncertainty when he looked closer at her pussy, he looked into her eyes, and then licked her from bottom to top, not to stimulate, but to soothe. He felt her shudder beneath him.

'God, Annis, you are so beautiful.'

She let out another sob and he reached out to let her cling to him.



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 11



Bryndis didn't give her a long time to consider what had just happened, just five minutes. Five minutes of silence on his part, five minutes of weeping on her part. He knew that he could allow her, as he had done before, to cry herself out, possibly go to sleep afterwards, to comfort her and hold her; however, that was not the point of her training today. She had been told that this day would be a challenge, that she would feel pain and discomfort all day. He knew that she did not realize what this entailed, but he had meant what he had said. That did not mean, however, that she wouldn't have any release at all. For the next stage of her pain training, however, he wanted to move her out of the room where she slept and out of the room where she had just safeworded. 

He looked at her and sighed. Sobbing, with her hands over her face, her large breasts red and crisscrossed with dark purplish stripes, her legs resting open, revealing her distended clit, which was bruised almost to blue... she looked so sexy. And frail - not a word he would have normally associated with Annis. He wanted to know what her face looked like when she came feeling like this. He wanted to know what she sounded like and whether or not her nipples would pucker and strain out when they had been beaten and bruised. He felt himself getting thick beneath his jeans. 'Calm down,' he told himself. 'Not yet. You can't take her yet.' His new mantra, it seemed. He could, however, fulfill some of his desires.

Annis, meanwhile, was struggling. She felt like she couldn't breathe fast enough or cry hard enough to rid herself of the burn. Her mouth was actually okay - the clothespins hadn't left any lasting pain anywhere really. But her pussy... and her chest... 'I don't want to look at them,' she thought. The pain seemed to be coursing all through her body, through the bench, through the floor. The silence from Bryndis seemed to shout at her, shout his disappointment, his uncertainty. She acknowledged the voice inside her that whispered 'Failure? You are a failure. He'll probably send you away...' She couldn't stop crying at the thought of leaving him, especially after this. 'He said to trust him,' she told the voice, 'but God, it hurts!' Suddenly, she realized that she understood what he meant when he said that she said she trusted him but didn't act like she did. She had not trusted him - she still didn't trust him - not to leave her. She was waiting for him to get scared or to deem her unfit for his service. Tears kept flooding down her face, but now it was not only from pain, but also because she saw her hypocrisy.

She heard him say her name. It sounded like it was coming from a long way away, out of some dark space. 'Annis,' Bryndis said, 'if you are listening to me, move your hands from your face. You can keep your eyes closed.' Still crying, she moved her hands from her face, but kept her eyes tight shut. She was gasping for breath now, but she was listening for him. 'Annis, I want you to cradle each breast in your hands and I want you to continue doing so until I say otherwise.' Slowly, she moved her hands to her breasts, scared to touch them, but knowing that this was exactly the sort of thing she would have hesitated to do before. She was going to try to act like she trusted him. 'Don't squeeze them or pull,' he said, seeing her slow movements. 'I just want you to give yourself the extra support.' When both of her cupped palms were overflowing with her breasts, he stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears.

'Annis, I want you to sit up and follow me into the front room. I want you to lie down on the white rug, keeping your breasts as supported with your hands as possible. Butterfly your legs open,' as he said this, his hand slid over the top of her thigh and he bent over her to whisper in her ear, 'When you have, I want you to meditate, not on what has happened, but on the vibrator between your legs. The egg vibrator buried deep in your tight pussy.'

Her eyes flew open. She had, in fact, practically forgotten about the buzzing little egg between her legs. Suddenly, it took priority in her mind and the pain and the voice of failure receded to a thumping dullness underneath the vibrations. She saw him get up and, in several quick, long steps, leave the room.

She tried to get up, swinging her feet off the bench (bed? altar?), but as soon as she started to rise, she felt dizziness try and overcome her. Falling back, she decided just to take it slow, first sitting and then standing. Even sitting was harder than she had anticipated. Reminding herself that Bryndis has encouraged her to cradle her breasts 'as much as possible' rather than 'at all times', she reached behind her with one hand, feeling the pain of the weight of her breast beat at her, and pushed herself into a sitting position. The dizziness returned, but, after a few minutes, receded. As her vision returned to normal and she replaced her hand under her breast, she felt her curiosity grow and wanted to check herself over for any permanent damage. However, though she knew Bryndis was patient, she didn't want to keep him waiting too long; she took three deep breaths and, holding on to the table with one hand, stood up. She had expected more dizziness; what she didn't expect was the incredible, almost impossible, pain from her pussy and especially her clit. Standing had meant pressure from her thighs squeezing her pussy lips, pressure making the pain so intense that she squatted down on the floor as dry sobs wracked her body. 'Oh my God,' Annis thought. 'I'd fantasized about pain before, but I never thought about the lasting impressions on my body. I don't know if I can move at all...' Before that thought had time to sink in, however, she thought about Bryndis waiting for her, his faith in her and his command for her to follow him. 'I can do this. If I try and I really can't, I'll use my warning word and he'll come and help me.' Slowly, she stood, this time ensuring that her legs were sufficiently apart so that they didn't touch her clit. This meant that, waddling and supporting her breasts again, she followed Bryndis into the front part of the cavern with its deep rugs and wide vistas. She looked for him quickly, but didn't see him.

Once she had knelt and then lain back on the centre white rug, she began to think about the vibrations coming from the egg vibrator in her pussy. Slowing her breath and focusing her energy on her pussy both stimulated the pain and made it less important. She couldn't ignore the literally bone-deep ache and the sharp jolts of pain coming from her clit after the beating from the rebenque, but she was also aware of the fact that her inner thighs were glistening and that she was shivering from more than the pain and the cool breeze. She moaned and, as though she were trying to release, raised her back up off the floor.

Bryndis was in the shadows, watching her. He had taken off his clothes as soon as he was out of her view and, through fissures in the stone, had watched her struggle to her feet, glad that she was careful but not hesitant. 'Something's changed in her,' he thought. He was surprised and glad the she hadn't looked herself over and kept him waiting. Watching her try and walk across the room, looking at her marked body, watching her kneel and then lay down while supporting her breasts had him hard. When he saw her start to writhe with arousal, he realized his patience was at an end. He grabbed lube and another vibrator, the same model that, when she was at home, affected her so strongly she used to use it with her 'pussy pad' (a phrase that made him smirk), and began to move into the light.

'Annis,' he called, striding out to her. Immediately she stilled her body, though Bryndis noted, smiling, that her pussy was still quivering and was gleaming with her need. 'Annis, do you want to come?' He knew she was still struggling with this and so was taken aback when she answered almost immediately,

'Yes, Master, I want to come.' She was still, her face composed. Still, her voice strained out to him, carrying the pain she was still in. Bryndis didn't know yet what exactly had shifted, but this eagerness was something he had hoped for. Her strained voice sent a pulse up his cock as he positioned himself around her and settled the vibrator very gently between her inner right thigh and her distended, dark purple, bruised clit. 'Annis, you can come as often as you want to for the next stage in your training.' He saw some of the tension leave her body and a deep moan escaped her lips. He smiled, drawing his fingers lightly across her nipples.

'The question is, Annis, can you come when you are in pain?' She opened her eyes and began to pant. He saw her fear and felt the surge of tension in her body; it made him want to slam into her, to relieve her, to come. It was his turn to shudder. 'Not pain like before,' he growled out. 'Nothing you haven't already handled. It's just that I want you to come this time.' 

Annis nodded, but was still a little scared. Lying back as she was, she couldn't see his cock poised thick between her legs, but she saw he wasn't clothed anymore. Suddenly, she felt his hands between her legs, but not on her pussy, on her ass. One finger sliding, in and out, in and out, around her tight hole, spreading lube across and inside her. Her eyes opened wide when she realized what he was going to do, but before she could make a sound he had rolled her legs up, forcing her hips out and was groin-deep inside of her ass. He muffled a roar as he thrust into her, as she rose up around him, clenching down around his cock. She cried out, but he immediately turned on the second vibrator, pressing it hard onto her clit. She screamed again, a little hoarsely, and tried to rise up. He reached out, pressing her back down by the simple expedient of placing his palm over her breast and using it to keep him upright. She was in pain, and he knew it, thrashing around beneath him. But she was also hot with arousal, stuffed with his cock in her ass and an egg vibrator in her pussy, and enduring the pain and pleasure of having breast and clit stimulated - one with pressure from his hand, the other from a powerful vibrator, likely to force her to come in moments. 

These thrusts were not gentle - he was plunging into her with all of his pent-up frustration. She hadn't worn her butt-plug for long enough that her tightness was notable, seeming to squeeze him tighter as he slammed into her. Keeping the one hand on her breast and the other pushing the vibrator against her thick clit, he leant and bit her nipple. Hearing her deep scream with pain, watching her shudder, but feeling her rise up underneath him, pushing herself deeper into his mouth, he felt his cock throb and swell. He knew he wasn't going to last long, especially since he felt the egg vibrator in her pussy with every thrust. He growled loudly, grinding into her.

'Come!' he commanded her, wanting them to finish together and quickly.

'I... c-can't!' The panic in her face was obvious, but her breathing was up and her eyes were dilated. She was close, even if she didn't know it.

'You will!' Bryndis replied, pushing the second vibrator in quick, sharp circles around her clit.

Annis' orgasm washed over her like water, hot and quick. Tears were falling down her face as she arched her back, reaching up almost involuntarily to sink her nails into his chest. Her mouth opened as if to scream again, but all that emerged was a horse sigh as her throat tightened and face contorted as the waves of pleasure and exquisite pain coursed through her. 

As she finished, she opened her eyes to see his face contorted and feel him spray into her. Watching her come, feeling her seem to sink into him and the fluttering of her pussy had pushed him over the edge. He breathed out hard, and dug his fingers into her breast, rocking the vibrator down her clit. She screamed, and felt her body ejaculate, something that rarely happened. Bryndis collapsed on top of her, once again causing her to feel heat and grinding pain from the earlier beating. After a few moments, he moved his hands to either side of her body and pushed himself up. She didn't move as he pulled out of her, but kept her eyes closed as he began to move, stroking her leg as he turned off the vibrators and reached inside her to remove the Egg.

He noticed the ejaculate, of course. 'How many times did you come, Annis?'

'I think just once. I'm sorry sir, it only happens sometimes,' she answered quickly. She flushed in embarrassment just thinking about it. 'Geez,' she thought, 'can't I keep myself under control? Even when this man has pushed me beyond endurance?' Was it really beyond endurance though? This train of thought was cut off as Bryndis responded.

'Don't be sorry,' he said, reaching out to her cunt to smear the liquid across his fingers, rubbing them together. 'We'll talk more about this later, but I think it's a good thing.' Still naked, he rolled over and kissed her. She cried out as he pressed against her bruising skin ('just get used to it,' she thought momentarily), but, as he continued and as his tongue searched and beckoned, she was soon wrapping her arms around him, opening her mouth up to his.

He pulled back just a bit. 'I'm so proud of you, Annis. You make me so happy.' He kissed her neck. 'Hungry for breakfast?'

And suddenly, unexpectedly, she laughed.



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 12



As it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, 'breakfast' was more like 'lunch' though it was limited to some nuts, cheese and pineapple. Bryndis made sure to steer the conversation away from the events of the day; he wanted Annis to write about it as he knew from their time together that it would give her time to think about what she was saying and consider it more carefully. She did try and bring it up, but he put her off by a simple 'Not yet, Annis.' Instead, he used the time to give her some more techniques for pain maintenance during a scene. 

'You've already experienced a few ways to stay in touch with pain during a scene. That is what I want; I want you to be in touch with the physical sensations of pain, the way it makes you feel, the fire coursing through your body and the shocks to your skin, muscle and bone. I want you to be in pain when we're doing work like this. I don't want you to escape it or ignore it, but acknowledge it, follow it and feel it. Do you understand?'

Annis had just taken a large bite of fruit when he started talking and her eyes bulged a bit.

'But I thought that the main part of this was to make it so that I can handle more and more pain. Or, at least, to become used to it as a part of being giolla. I mean, I read about it before I came here - subspace, I mean. Isn't that something that we're supposed to learn how to do? How can I do that if I can't learn to push past the pain? You know, to go further?' She looked really confused and, Bryndis thought, more than a little scared.

In truth, she was scared. She had thought maybe that he had been so harsh on her because this was the first day of pain training. She had thought that he would maybe use this to show her why certain ways of ignoring pain or 'entering subspace' (however one did that) were so important. She wasn't sure she could handle this sort of pain often, as a constant part of her life. She was even having some trouble eating, as she had to keep reminding herself not to let her arms brush her breasts; every time she accidentally did, it sent fire through her. But... she loved the way his face looked when he came into her, strong and angry even. 'It's how he would look in a fight or in battle,' she thought, feeling a warmth spread over her pussy that had nothing (or, at least, very little) to do with the early morning beating. But Bryndis was already answering her.

'Many Kyros and, outside of the Institute, Dominants might want you to know how to do it, but I don't want you to do it. And, frankly Annis, that should be enough.' He looked directly at her. He didn't think it was a bad point, or a bad question, but he wanted to know how far this seemingly reformed Annis would go. Would she still ask him again?

'I'm sorry sir. I will try and learn what you teach me, but I would appreciate it if you could explain why, please.' She looked at the floor, flushed, but a note in her voice did sound as if she was confused and just trying to understand rather than having the petulance he had heard fairly frequently in days past. 'Good,' he thought. 'She's learning.'

'Of course, Annis. Thank you for asking so kindly.' His voice took on a slightly sharper tone, saying 'in the future, I warn you again, you would do well to remember to trust me first and then ask me to explain my rationale, rather than question my commands.' He stopped eating and looked at her questioningly for a moment. 'You have trouble with that, my dove, don't you?'

She nodded. It was exactly that she had recognized after the beating. She was so frustrated with herself - even with her best intentions to trust him, to acknowledge him, she just couldn't get the balance between trusting him and satisfying her curiosity. And, she suddenly realized, her belief that she knew best. 'Oh my God,' she thought. 'By saying what I just did, I was sort of saying that I thought I knew better than he did how to teach me - how to teach me about what he wanted!' When she thought about it, she realized how crazy that sounded. 'I'm an idiot!' She actually felt like she might start crying again any minute.

What she said out loud, however, was merely 'Yes sir, I'm so sorry.'

He saw that she was about to cry again. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'this is actually the first time she is sorry. Hmmmm... maybe this will be more of a breakthrough day that he had thought. 'Let's see just how sorry she is then,' he thought further, standing up.

'Annis,' he said looking down at her where she sat on the rug in front of the opening where they usually ate, 'do you want me to help remind you?'

She nodded.

'Ask me.'

She looked at him then. 'Please, Bryndis, my Kyros, will you help me remember to trust you and not question you?' She looked a little afraid still, but mostly just sad. She sounded like she really did want his help.

This was not the way Bryndis would usually choose to help with this sort of problem. 'But,' he thought, 'it might be the most effective...' It certainly fit with the day's main theme of pain training.

'Close your eyes and hold your right arm out, palm up. Don't move it.' She was right handed; this would certainly give frequent reminders over the next couple of days.

'Yes sir,' she said, doing as he instructed. 

Bryndis walked away but was back in moments carrying the crop, though Annis couldn't see it, of course. He stood behind her and said, 'Ask me again, Annis.'

'Please help me, sir.'

Before she had had quite finished, the crop was cutting through the air. Landing whack across her palm, he had intentionally hit her with the stiff shaft. Immediately, she jerked her hand into her body and whipped around to glare at him, tears in her eyes. Just as suddenly, he saw across her face the realization that she had just opened her eyes when he had told her to shut them and drawn back her hand when he had told her not to move. She quickly turned back around and held her arm back out. Still, this was precisely what she had twice asked him to help her overcome. He sighed, loud enough that she would hear it. He was still for a few moments and she did nothing but shake and cry. She didn't move her hand again, though. He could see the red welt rising on her palm, but he had to address what had just happened. And he had to go further. 

'I'm waiting, Annis.'

'I'm sorry sir, I couldn't help it, I just was surprised and I reacted. I-' He cut her off.

'Annis, you can help it. We are exactly here in order to change your reactions.' He stepped forward close enough to give her two swats on her right breast. She cried out then and curled forward, but she kept her arm out, palm mostly open. 'Good girl,' he said, running the crop down her front, 'but Annis, I'm still waiting.'

'I'm sorry sir,' she said, 'but I really don't know what you're waiting on. Will you tell me?'

'That, Annis, was a very good question, asking without challenging.' This time he ran a hand across the back of her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. She shuddered, this time not from pain. 'Geez,' she thought, 'I don't know if I love this man or if I'm afraid of him... or both!'

'I'm waiting, my dove, for you to thank me and, if you think you might need another reminder, to ask for one.' Then she realized that he was putting this, literally, in her hands. A sob escaped her then, thinking 'it's like I'm the one doing this, I'm deciding. That could be enough, if I wanted it to be.' But would it be enough? Was it really enough, especially considering that she just disobeyed him twice in the space of about a second. She sighed.

'Thank you for giving me a reminder to trust you. May I have another, please?'

Again the blow landed almost before she had finished asking. Though her palm did start to involuntarily close up, Brynis saw that she tried to stop it, and straightened both palm and arm back out. His plan was to give her three strikes regardless, four if she asked and he thought it best, but no more regardless of what she said. He didn't want to limit the use of her hand, he just wanted her to remember this every time she touched anything for a few days.

'Thank you, sir,' she sobbed out. 'May I have another, please?'

She flinched, waiting for another blow and almost grabbed her hand in again when he took it, holding it fast, feeling every finger and bone in her hand. 'Wiggle your fingers for me.' She did and, seeing that he had not broken any of the bones in her hand or, judging by her lack of reaction, even bruised the bones, gave her another swift swipe. She was shaking now and quiet for a bit. He was ready to go again, but also ready to put a stop to this depending on the sound of her voice.

She kept her eyes closed, but turned her face back to where he was standing. 'Thank you, my Kyros, but may we take a break?'

If she needed a break, he decided they would stop, that three was enough. 'No, Annis, this is enough for now to help you try and trust me.' Bryndis saw her start to speak, but said 'if you find that this was not enough, we can always think of something else later. Enough Annis, look at me and relax.'

'Yes sir. Thank you.'

'Now,' Bryndis continued almost as if there had been no interruption at all, 'you asked to explain my reasoning regarding why I want you to stay so in touch with the pain, right?'

She nodded, still wiping tears away from her face and rubbing her hand.

'It's simple. I don't want you to get hurt.'

She burst out laughing, as he had hoped she would, cradling her welted palm. He smiled too and went on.

'It sounds funny, but it's true. I want you to know your level of pain; I want you to be aware of how much you can take. If you want to try and push a little farther, I want that to be a conscious decision. Do you start to see now?'

She nodded again, slowly. He continued.

'Your main source of power as giolla is your power to choose, to accept, to submit. But you have to take responsibility for those choices. If you disassociate your body from your mind through the various techniques that do indeed exist, you are relieving yourself of that responsibility. Also, if you are not truly connected with your body, you're not going to be in a position to know if your body needs a break or if you need to use your safeword to get me to stop. I know I can do you lasting damage, both physically and psychologically, and by keeping in contact with the pain, as it were, you are in control of ensuring that doesn't happen. I am keeping a close watch on your well-being.' He looked at her, ran his hand through her hair, softened his voice, and said, 'I care about you - all of you. You have to help me keep you safe; I can't do it alone.'

Comprehension dawned on her face and Bryndis smiled inwardly as he saw her assurance return.

'You have to know this: If you had lasted another ten minutes or another hour under the whip today, I wouldn't have been any prouder of you than I am.' She flushed red, but kept looking straight into his eyes, waiting to see if he was finished. 'Does that answer your question?'

He had remained standing and she, though now facing him, sitting. 'Yes sir,' she said, reaching out her welted hand, to curl around his leg, resting her head against him. 'Thank you, my Lord.'

She had never called him that before and, letting his hand fall upon her head, he found he rather liked it.

'Now, Annis, I would like you to spend the next two hours meditating on what has happened today - everything, mind - and writing about it. I can see that some things have come up, that you've been dealing with, so I want you to think them through and then write about them for me. Don't worry about describing what happened in your own words or anything; I want to know how you feel and what you've realized today.'

'Yes sir.' She moved away, wincing when she used her right hand to push herself up, still cradling both breasts for support, and found her journal and pen. She went back to the side of the cave opening that looked out over the wide vista and curled up in a fur rug he had designated for her use. 

She had gotten better at meditating over the last few days and spent her time well, thinking about what had happened, writing for a few minutes and then meditating again. Bryndis had dressed and was cooking dinner, which smelled amazing, but she focused as much as possible on her task and not on the pain in her body or the wonderful smells making her stomach roar.

By the time he called her over to the food, darkness was growing. He sat at the low table and waited while she set the table and brought over the food. She sat on the floor next to him and waited. He didn't really feed her, not usually, but he did tend to portion out what he thought she should eat. If she didn't finish, that was fine, but he had never given her a second helping or a particularly large one. This time, however, after he had served himself, he put the dishes down (salad and pizza he had made in the stone oven with dough he had set to rise before waking Annis up in the morning), poured both of them a glass of water and began to eat, neither looking at her nor serving her any of the food.

To her benefit, she didn't say anything, she just watched him while he ate. He was almost through with his salad and halfway through his pizza when she reached out for the salad bowl.

'No, Annis,' he said not looking at her. 'Look at your hand and drink your water.'

She looked at her hand and was silent. Finally, she did drink her water, which took the edge off her hunger slightly. But not quite. When he was finished, Bryndis leaned back, wiping his fingers off with his napkin and looked at her.

'That was well done, Annis. Thank you for your quietness and stillness, it was just what I needed.' She smiled, hoping, obviously for dinner. 'Well, Annis, we have reached another point where I am going to let you choose. Does this meal look appetizing to you?'

As he had eaten his fill, there wasn't loads of food left and, as Annis had only eaten some nuts and fruit and cheese - and very little of that - for 'breakfast', she was very hungry. 

'Sir, appetizing is an understatement,' she said, smiling at him and then looking back at the food.

'I believe it!' he said, chuckling. 'So, here's the thing. I don't want you to eat anything tonight.' The shock on her face, and the dismay, was almost funny in and of itself. He had told her she would be uncomfortable all day, and he meant it. 'I want for you to fast until morning, to help your body heal by spending its energy on your skin and muscles rather than on digesting this large meal. I want you to clean up these dishes and for us to continue your training for the evening and I want you to do it without tasting the food or complaining about not having any. That is my desire and is Option One. Option Two, you can eat whatever you like, take a warm bath, and go to bed. Which do you choose?'

He saw her lust for the food, but he was gratified when she chose Option One, aka his wants.

Annis, on the other hand, was furious. This was the second day of very little food, she was hungry and she was angry for making her serve and clean up food she couldn't eat. But... she reminded herself that she was here to learn to be giolla. She could make herself dinner and eat it alone any time. Plus... he had explained why he wanted her to do this and it made sense. So, she sighed but she got on with it. 'No complaining,' she reminded herself, looking at her hand.

'Thanks for giving me a choice.'

'So,' said Bryndis, 'we continue.'

Pain woke Annis the next morning. Not new pain, but the feeling of old, deep pain from the beating yesterday. Still, it wasn't as bad as she had feared it would be when Bryndis put her to bed the night before. He had allowed her to stay out on her furs instead of going back to the bench from the previous nights. He had directed her to sleep with a blindfold, but didn't tie her down. The blindfold was still in place, but she wasn't sure she should take it off before he told her. 

'Sir?' she called out to him.

'Yes, Annis?' came a quiet voice right next to her. Bryndis had, in fact, slept next to her all night, in case she had nightmares or trouble sleeping after safewording the day before. He hadn't slept much, using the time mostly to think about the next stages in their relationship and his feelings toward Annis. He hadn't known - could never have known - the depths there were to this woman, nor how much he would respond to her. He knew now for sure he wanted her in his life. Yesterday, and her response which he had read out of her journal after putting her to bed, had shown him how much he had to lose. He loved what he saw in her, something he wasn't sure if he could trust and something he had thought wouldn't happen for him again for a very long time.

'Should I take the blindfold off?' Her voice brought him back.

'Good morning to you, too,' he said, smiling. 'No, just roll onto your back. I want to look at you.' In fact, he wanted to check the depth and status of her bruising, something he would do every day for the next ten days.

She smiled back, rolled over and pushed the fur blankets off. As she turned, she let her legs fall open at the knees and slipped her hands behind her head. It was a strange feeling for her, not being able to see and knowing this man was watching her every move. She started the deep breathing she used during her meditations and just waited, trying not to be anxious or patient. She recognized the pain in her left breast with one deep breath, the right with another and that around her pussy with a third. 

He did just look at her at first. Her pussy itself looked substantially better than the night before, it's natural anatomy keeping it fairly well protected and the body's propensity for quick healing in that area for obvious reasons. Her clit looked only slightly darker than normal. There was still some dark bruising around her mons, her outer labia, the tops of her thighs and one particularly bad place where he had struck the join at the top of her leg that would take longest to heal. There were no marks on her belly or near her vital organs; he had taken care to miss them.

Her breasts were substantially worse. The bruising here was dark and deep, particularly the underside. Parts of her nipples too were blue and purple, but the cool air had raised them, and they puckered up as if to meet him. He looked down again between her legs and, seeing her glistening wetness, knew it wasn't just from the cold. A phrase from her journal last night came back to him: In that moment, I knew I was beautiful because you told me I was beautiful. After, I was truly happy because you told me I made you happy.

'You are lovely in every way, Annis,' he whispered to her. 'I love this openness you're showing me. Thank you.' He slipped a finger inside her pussy and drew it out, covered in her juices. She felt him press it against her lips and she opened her mouth and began sucking it clean. When she did, she felt him start to softly start to suck her left nipple. As he kept working, sucking her deeper into his mouth, the pain climbed until he gently took her in his teeth and lifted, stretching her breast up. She almost called out, but thought about her hand, how she had asked him to help her trust him. Trust him, she thought, and reached a hand down to rest over his groin. It was the most she could do to let him know she was his. He immediately dropped her breast, causing pain to radiate through her chest, but all she said was 'I'm yours, Bryndis. Thank you.'

It was what he had been waiting to hear, this unasked giving of herself.

'Yes, you are mine.' He said it kindly, stroking her hair. 'We have to leave today and go back. While I get our things together, I want you to think about why you want me to be your Kyros. Your journal is next to you. I'll get you in an hour.'




Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 12



She lay still for a while, listening to him move about and contemplated this 'task'. In truth, she hadn't thought about why she wanted him, not in so many words. Of course, he was very attractive. But that attraction went beyond his physique. As things began coming together in her mind, she sat up, slowly and began to write.



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 13



The trip back to the mansion was peaceful for Annis. She hadn't thought about being naked, hadn't thought about being scared in the cave and hadn't thought about what might happen next. They spent the time chatting, as if they were a 'normal' couple coming home. He told her about his family and asked about her job – something that seemed like a lifetime away. They were laughing like teenagers when they drove up to the door, but as Bryndis turned off the car and turned to look at her, his expression sombred.

'So, you're ready to go up to the Board.' He reached across her and took out a pair of panties from the glove box. 'It's nothing to be worried about, but there are rules to follow – for both of us. After you get out, put these on. While you wear them, you must be completely silent. Don't say anything from that point on, not even if they ask you a direct question. I will answer for you. Equally, after you put them on, you must keep your hands behind your head. Keep your eyes on me or on the floor – do not look directly at them. When we get inside, be still. Think of it like a type of meditation. You will walk behind me. Can you remember that?'

Annis was worried, but, looked at her bruised hand and was determined to trust him. She didn't know what this was about, but she would do just as he asked. 'Yes, sir. I'll be still, silent, will keep my hands up and my eyes on the floor. I'm sure you'll tell me when you're ready.' And suddenly, she was sure he would explain everything to her. She let out a deep breath. She would be okay. She took the panties.

Bryndis leaned over and kissed her then.

Wearing the panties made her feel more revealed than being naked had. Though that probably had more to do with the fact that he was taking her to stand in front of 'The Board,' whoever that was. Her bruises, even the ones on her legs, were in full view. The panties themselves were thin, white thongs with side ties. On them was written only one thing in large print: BRYNDIS. The thought of standing almost nude as if on show for a group of strangers made her nervous. And, though she didn't want to think about it too much, it also made her wet. The fact that she was doing so wearing her Kyros' name emblazoned over her pussy added warmth to her wetness.

He led her through the halls to a heavy oak door and knocked twice.

'Come,' commanded a voice from inside.

Bryndis opened the door and walked into the room; Annis followed and stood just behind him, to his side. She looked at him, but her peripheral vision was good enough to know that the Board consisted of five or six standing men and two standing women.

'We are ready,' said Bryndis to the room.

'Ah,' said a loud, familiar voice. She started a moment as she realized it was Etan Sharpe. She hadn't thought about Etan in days. In fact, thinking back to her earlier... was it infatuation?... made her want to shake her head at her own incredulity. She glanced at Bryndis and saw all she had gained. She was proud to be with him and beginning to trust in the pride he seemed to take in her. Etan mattered no more to her now than as an administrator; Bryndis was hers as much as she was his now. She took a breath to steady herself. 'We are sure of you, Bryndis, ' Etan continued, 'but of her we are not. But that is easily remedied.' He began to move toward them, but only Bryndis saw the belt Etan held folded in one hand. His intention, depending on Bryndis' response, was to test Annis' ability to submit to pain allowed by a Kyros though administered by another, namely himself.

'She is ready,' Bryndis said, trusting Annis was doing as she was told. 'You will not touch her; she has chosen me.'

'Is this true, Annis?' Etan moved almost directly in front of her, but Bryndis stepped between them. Annis said nothing, but was shocked to see the belt. She stepped fully back behind Bryndis. Her heart was beating, but she kept telling herself that she could handle it if Bryndis thought she could.

Bryndis spoke before Etan could get another word out. 'It is true. She is mine.' He held out her journal.

Annis almost choked when she saw it and had to work not to move. She had only written that with Bryndis in mind. It consisted largely of things she would never want another to know. Emotion started to fill her. Breathe deep, she reminded herself. You're his. Submit in this. She turned her eyes down to the floor.

After a few tense moments of silence, she heard laughter and Etan saying 'no, Bryndis. You need not prove your choice. Or hers.'

She felt rather than saw Bryndis relax a little bit as Etan continued.

'How much does she know about what's to come?'

'Nothing.'

'Do you take this on yourself or would you prefer we explain?'

'I will take her to the Hall after we finish if you can arrange for Kata to meet us there.'

'Very well; she will be there in half an hour.' Etan turned, walking back to his seat. 'You have fourteen days. The ceremony will commence twenty-one days hence. You may leave. Goodbye, Annis.'

She didn't look up, merely following Bryndis after his muttered command out of the room. 

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They continued down the hall, moving quickly. Annis had felt totally comfortable nude with Bryndis in the cave and the forest, but was finding it hard to keep from blushing whilst walking down an ornate hallway with plush carpets wearing nothing but thin panties and keeping her arms behind her head. She felt much more exposed here than she did when they were alone in the cave and he was staring between her spread legs. The thought of that simply made her wet again and she could feel the dampness spread over the thin fabric of her white panties, already damp from standing before the Board. She sighed and scurried to catch Bryndis up.

They turned a corner and Bryndis motioned her into a small sitting room, closing the door behind them. Not an ornate room, it had a few chairs and a sofa in it. Annis didn't have too much time to wonder or look around her as she still stood with her hands behind her head, standing quietly, eyes down. 

'Open your legs wider, Annis.' 

As she did so, without any hesitation Bryndis noted, he slipped one hand between them and ran another over the cool skin of her left breast. The wetness of her pussy surprised him. 'Hmmm...,' he thought, 'perhaps she likes the public eye more than she thinks.' That made him a little relieved. If that had been a hard limit for her, he wasn't sure she would have been able to get through this, not to mention enjoy it. He bent and quickly nipped at both breasts, smiling up at her. 'Good girl,' he said, giving her a quick smack on the ass. He removed the panties by the simple expedient of pulling the ties loose and put them in his pocket. She looked up at him then, smiling, lowering her hands to rest around his waist, leaning lightly against him despite the bruises on her breasts.

'That was okay, then?" she asked. She thought she'd done everything right and she was certainly glad Etan hadn't used the belt on her for whatever reason, but she wanted to gauge Bryndis' reaction.

'That was perfect. You were perfect.' He ran his hands down her back. 'Thank you for starting to trust me.' He sat down in one of the nearby armchairs and settled her across his lap, facing him.

'It's easier now,' Annis explained. 'If you hadn't have told me the other day that I said I trusted you but acted like I didn't, I'm not sure if I ever would have seen it. I was being a hypocrite to myself. You showed me and it's been easier since.' She snuggled against him, happy to be alone with him again.

'Annis, there's something you should know before we discuss anything else.' She looked up at him quickly as he continued. 'I don't want you to leave.' She started to move, but he squeezed her bruised breast very lightly to hush her and kept on. 'Don't say anything now; we can talk more about it in detail in a few days or weeks. But I just wanted you to know that I'm beginning to hope very much that you might choose to make this...' he hesitated, looking away from her. 'I just wanted you to know that you're not the only one who's learning to trust.' Her hand was suddenly on his face, turning him towards her and her lips were on his, trying to draw his tongue inside of her mouth. He wanted more and he knew she was rather desperate to come, that she had been most of the day - the last few days, in fact. The last time she had come was right after safewording. She had said she thought she had only come once, but Bryndis thought she probably came again when she squirted. He would have to look at her data. Still, three orgasms over the course of a six day period all of which had been focused on his pleasure and her training wasn't very much, especially for a giolla in training. Most of her classmates would have been allowed to come many times a day. Nonetheless, he pulled back, stopping her. 'Not right now, Annis. We need to talk.'

'I'm- I'm sorry!' She looked so embarrassed, thinking she had overstepped. 'I just wanted to show you- I mean, I'm happy...'

Bryndis put his hand up to stop her studdering. 'Annis, you need to listen to me now.' He waited and she nodded. 'The reason I'm telling you this is that I have a fear that after you finish at the Hall, you'll be ready to leave. It's your right and I'll understand if you do. But you need to know that I very much want you to stay. I want you, Annis.' Looking up into her eyes, he slid one hand between her thighs. 'Not just for this.' Two of his fingers slid into her, stretching her virginity. She gasped, leaning forward at the sudden intrusion. 'Not even for this.' Leaving the first hand sliding in and out of her pussy, the second began to massage her bruised breast. She closed her eyes, biting her lip to keep from crying out, though she wasn't sure if it would be in pain or in desire. 'Look at me, Annis.' Her eyes opened, searching for his. 'There it is. That is why I want you. I want you for your heart and your mind. I can read it so fully now that you're truly giving yourself to me. And I'm completely, selfishly, desirous to follow it by leading you.' He kept pressure on her breast, but removed his fingers, sliding his hand upwards to her waist.

'Why are you afraid?' Annis asked. 'If I were going to leave, I would have done it before now.' She was certain. She wanted this, wanted him. She wanted him physically, but she wanted to have him in her life. She wanted to stay with him for as long as she could. 'I won't –' 

Bryndis stopped her again. 'Don't make any promises until you've been to the Hall. You don't know what the Institute will ask of you in the next few weeks and I am not allowed to explain it to you.' Annis thought he looked pale. He was certainly very serious and worried. She mirrored his anxiety. 'Bryndis, I-'

'Just know it is a sacrifice for me, too. And remember that I want you and that I'll be there with you. Please, Annis.'

The worry in his face and the tension in his body was evident; no traces of desire or lust now.

'I know. Thank you, Bryndis.' She did kiss him this time, just lightly on the mouth. Then she looked down at her hands. 'You're making me nervous. Where, or, er, what is the Hall?'

He relaxed a little, shifting back into teaching mode. Releasing his breath, he said 'it's a place of meditation, a memorial of sorts, in honor of those who came to us as virgins. Like you did.'

Annis was surprised. 'Wait, there are more like me?'

'Of course. Not here now, naturally, but yes. You're the seventh. We should go.' The tension was back in Bryndis and suddenly Annis' nerves, which until then had been fairly dormant, were on high alert.

'Why are you so worried about this?' she asked. 'Can't you just tell me?'

He indicated for her to get up and as he rose he responded, 'some things you need to experience without me. This is one of them. I'll be waiting in your rooms when you're done. Kata will know to bring you back. Panties on now.' He held them out to her, but she hesitated.

'Sir-'

'Do you trust me, Annis?'

The words seared across her like the rebenque. Flushing, she reached out, took them, and staggered into them. Once she had her hands behind her head and her eyes down, she felt him move behind her and felt his hands run down her back. He stopped at her ass, slipping his fingers underneath the panty band and sliding them around to her front. Tapping lightly on her clit and nuzzling her neck, he pressed up against her, saying 'I know you do, Annis. I know.' And suddenly he was gone from her and opening the door, leaving her flushed, nervous, and scampering to catch him up.



Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 14



Butterflies. They were all she could think about standing in front of the ornate doors of the Hall. She was alone, practically naked, standing in front of what looked on the outside like an ancient church, topped by a domed, glass ceiling. The butterflies she was concerned with weren't those fluttering around her almost-naked body in this late afternoon sun; they were the ones in her stomach that wouldn't settle. Bryndis' nerves had set her on edge. He had left her in the foyer, explaining exactly the way to go through the grounds. That walk by itself had been a challenge, walking across the lawn and through a deep wood. Though only about twenty minutes along a well-marked, sanded path – Bryndis had assured her there was no chance of getting lost so long as she stayed on the path and the sand felt lovely and soft on her bare feet – she had never been alone, outside, wearing only panties. There was no way to tell who was watching, who else was there. 

The path was immaculate, but even so, her distraction caused her to stumble more than once on the way. She fought the desire to cover her breasts. They hung heavy and though some of the bruising had started to fade into a darker purple-green colour, the weight of them being constantly unbound lead to memories of her submission to him; this was surely why he had left them this way, but Annis was still processing emotions from safewording and the constant reminder left her feeling raw. The combination of feeling so exposed and being so physically exposed out amongst the grounds of the Institute was difficult. Bryndis' final challenge to her was to 'walk normally, breathe deeply and try to treat this as a time of meditation.' It was easier to think of it that way, as she had been meditating regularly whilst they were away in the woods, but he had never had her meditate and walk, so she wasn't entirely successful. Plus, he had clearly been afraid. Why afraid? What was it she was about to see? 

She reached a hand out to push the door open, but as soon as she stepped close to the doors, they opened seemingly of their own accord. The first thing that surprised her was the light and the second was the girl. The Hall was situated in a dark wood which came almost up to its sides; the inside of the Hall, however, was suffused with light, streaming down through the glass dome of the ceiling into one large circular room. The treetops were visible, but mostly what one saw was the brilliant blue of the sky. Bryndis had said this was in its way a place of meditation and she could see why if only for the light. A sense of otherworldliness came over her, a sense that here, anything was permissible, as if in a story. She felt very strongly a presence of something... beyond. That, paired with the cool interior gave her a small sliver of peace through the butterfly flutterings of her stomach.

The girl, or woman now that Annis was closer, was another story. Standing in the middle of the room, in the very centre of the pool of the light, was a very beautiful woman. Slender with long dark hair streaming over her shoulders and between her thighs, she was wearing nothing. Nothing, that is, except for a silver chain connecting the rings in her small, taught breasts and her clit. When Annis first saw her, the woman had her hands behind her back, face turned up into the light, eyes closed, with a small smile on her face. Something about her sent a pang of pain to her heart and a pang of desire between her thighs. This was a kind of beauty Annis thought she could never achieve. She would never be waif-like, her skin never that shade of desert sand, her face never that perfect oval, her eyes never tilt in such a sultry manner. Her own beauty, the beauty Bryndis saw, she reminded herself, would always be different. But at the same time she wanted to reach out and touch that skin. The woman's breasts in particular were so small and the nipples so long, Annis wondered what it would be like to suck on them or feel them tighten between her fingers. She was shocked at her curiosity, but it was there nonetheless. She sighed inwardly – something else for her journal. She wondered what Bryndis would think. 

These thoughts came in the blink of a moment. As heat flushed between Annis' thighs and her face for her thoughts, both of jealousy and lust, the woman turned her head, opened her eyes, and smiled deeply at Annis. 'Welcome. I am Kata. I hope you like it here. This is your rightful place.' She walked the short distance as she spoke and held out her hand to Annis. 'Th-thank you.' Annis stuttered while taking her hand, butterflies growing worse. What did this woman mean, this was her rightful place? Surely, a woman who looked so utterly at home here had more of a claim to it than she. Kata waited as if for Annis to say something else.

'I'm sorry, Anna, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do here. My Kyros said I was to come and he seemed very nervous about it.'

This was met with an almost sly smile from Kata, her Japanese eyes flaring in mischief. 'He should be. In this place, today, you hold considerable power over him and over your future. But come, I will help you to understand. It is part of my place here. First, come over here, through the curtain. We must do things in proper order.' Her voice lilted and smoothed the words through her soft accent. Before Annis could ponder more, Kata had moved ahead and through the door.

A curtain of white velvet hung loosely over a doorframe. As she passed through, the otherworldliness Annis had felt on entering the Hall was once again strongly pervasive. Once the velvet draped back over the opening, the two went from bright light to deep darkness. Annis felt Kata's small hands slip into her hands, threading her fingers through Annis'. Annis took a deep breath, but said nothing. She shivered, feeling the coolness of the dark space on her naked skin and feeling the wetness of desire dampening her panties. After a moment, Kata rubbed her thumbs up Annis' hands. 'Good girl. You have begun to learn patience and the value of listening. Before we go further I must ask you three questions. You will answer me truthfully; here in this room, there are no lies for there is also no judgment. None can see and there are none here to hear except you and I. I will not tell anyone. In the eyes of the law, I am a psychologist and you are my patient. In the eyes of your Kyros and in the eyes of the Institute, I am your confessor. Anything you say is sacred and protected. Do you understand and agree?'

Annis understood that Kata was telling here there were no cameras, no video. Not even Bryndis would know what happened here. That Kata was a psychologist was a surprise, but the longer Annis thought over it, it made sense that a place like this would have at least one available, if not more. People had to face some of their hardest and darkest parts, doing something like this and going through it alone – even with a Kyros as sympathetic as Bryndis – was exceptionally challenging. Quenching the final flutterings in her stomach, she took a breath and answered.

'Yes, I understand. I will answer and speak the truth.'

'Good.' Kata took a breath and held Annis' hands tighter. 'Are you a virgin?'

This took Annis by surprise. Didn't everyone know she was a virgin? She was sure everyone had known. Still, she supposed that she and Bryndis could have slept together in the caves. Perhaps it was a just question. 'Yes,' she answered. 'I am a virgin.' She paused a moment and then said, 'I am still in tact.' She said that a bit more forcefully than she might have otherwise, but she didn't like her honesty being questioned. However, there had certainly been times she wanted Bryndis to take her, not to wait. 

'Thank you, Annis.' Kata was quiet, waiting again for the silence to engulf them. After a few minutes, she dropped Annis' hands and stepped away. She began to speak again. 'With this truth comes the light of knowledge.' Suddenly, a flame arose from between Kata's hands, a candle held beneath a small bunch of kindling in a large iron bowl set upon a plinth at chest level. Annis stood watching as the kindling caught and Kata built up the fire a bit with larger pieces of wood. Annis then understood that she was taking part in a sort of ritual, a ritual she didn't quite understand but was apparently quite central to receiving more information. In that respect, the question made more sense. There had only been six other virgins in the history of the Institute; perhaps others had claimed to be virgins. That would explain rather a lot, thought Annis, the secrecy, the meeting in front of the Board, Bryndis' nervers. Well, it didn't explain Bryndis' nerves. He knew she was a virgin; he had felt her a number of times. 

At that point in her musings, Kata turned back to Annis, again taking up her hands.

Annis noticed a change between them now that she had no cover in darkness. Kata never looked away from her eyes and Annis, in her embarrassment of her desire and her self-consciousness had a hard time continuing to meet her gaze. Finally, Kata's hands tightened again and she asked, 'Do you believe you are ready to give your virginity to your Kyros?'

This time Annis was neither surprised nor did she need time to consider. 'Yes,' she said simply and waited.

Kata looked stolidly back at Annis, her face as placid as a mirror. Finally, she relented, lessening her hold and saying again 'Thank you, Annis,' before turning to a second bundle of kindling on a second plinth. 'With this truth comes the light of sacrifice.' In the flare of the candle, Annis noticed a third plinth set up across from the first. They were standing in another circular room, though much smaller than the main room of the hall. Like the covering over the doorframe, the walls were all hung with white velvet, flickering now in the growing light of the two small fires. 

As Kata walked back, Annis could not help but notice how the light of the flames danced across Kata's skin, how it sparkled on the silver of the chain connecting Kata's nipples and clitoris. 'I wonder how her nipples stay so taught and so long with the chain pulling at them', Kata wondered to herself. At this thought, her breath caught in a gasp Kata couldn't help but hear. She leaned her head toward Annis. 'We will speak of this later,' she whispered in a low, hard voice. Annis noticed that Kata's face had resumed its placid demeanor and Annis flushed in shame. Kata merely waited, looking at Annis until she raised her eyes to the other woman's.

Once Annis could look Kata in the eye again, Kata reached again for Annis' hands, twining fingers together. Annis knew now what to expect with the tightening of those other hands on hers, but she was again shocked at the question. 'With the exception of life and property, yours or anyone else's, is there a price you would not pay to make your Kyros this sacrifice?'

A price? On Bryndis? She didn't think she would give up her life, true, but she thought she might just give up a significant amount of property. She would give up a great deal, surely. Anything. She trusted him. 'I would pay any price.' Though she had hesitated in surprise and then to think it through, her voice was firm. She was certain.

Annis saw the tightening of Kata's face as she turned away. She wasn't sure why, but she had the impression that Kata was somehow disappointed. But, she thought, looking again, perhaps not. 'With this truth comes the price.' Kata's voice was cold, her face placid as she kindled the fire and walked back to Annis. 

This time, Kata did not take her hands. She stood farther away from Annis, actually, but continued speaking as if from a litany. 'These are the three flames, knowledge, sacrifice, and price. Your truth in these things is part of what makes you giolla. These provide the foundation of your relationship with your Kyros. All else is dross.' She grew silent, waiting, it seemed, for Annis to respond.

'But what of love?' It seemed to Annis the simplest question. Trust was the foundation of love; she had come to understand that unless she trusted him, she could never love Bryndis and without her trust, he could never love her. All of her suffering, the bruises on her hands and breasts and those between her thighs testified to their growing trust and perhaps to their foundation of love.

'Take your panties off, lay on your back with your hands beneath your buttocks and your legs butterflied out. Close your eyes.'

This was not the response Annis had expected. In fact had it been a response? She didn't know, but, looking at that placid face, Annis did as she was told. 

Lying in a fire-lit room with her eyes shut in the presence of another person who was not Bryndis brought the butterflies back to her stomach. That this was a lithe, beautiful woman brought the wetness back, seeping onto her thighs. Keeping her eyes closed, she breathed in and out, trying to meditate. She was unprepared for the quick-fire pinch of her bruised flesh. Once on each breast and her pussy, those delicate fingers twisted with force and each pinch was accompanied with a word. 'Knowledge,' whispered Kata, twisting her left breast; 'Sacrifice,' she whispered again, pinching the right; 'Price' she finished, pinching hardest Annis' clit, taking no notice of the still-healing bruises of the days before.

The pain came so deeply that Annis didn't feel it until Kata was finished. Then it came with full force, sending white lights across Annis' vision. She cried out and started to curl up, hiding her bruised body from further harm. Through her pain, she heard a soft, low voice whispering, 'Knowledge, sacrifice, and price. This is the definition of love, Annis. This is his love for you and your love for him. Knowledge, sacrifice, and price. Anything else is merely jealousy and desire.'

That did shock Annis, even within her pain. Jealousy and desire was exactly what she felt about this woman. She glanced up and saw the knowledge on Kata's face. She started to stifle her sobs and sit up, but the woman place a hand on her arm. 'Lay back. I will not do that to you again.' Kata waited until Annis had returned to her position. 'There is something you need to know. In your relationship with me, you also have a choice. I am neither Kyros nor giolla. When I work with giolla, I am slightly on the Kyros side; when I work with Kyros, I am slightly on the giolla side. If there were middle ground here at the Institute, it would be me.' She smiled broadly down at Annis. You can choose to treat me as giolla, to look me in the face, to question and laugh with me. But then you must know that any pleasure or pains I give you come at the behest of another higher than I, usually with the commands of your Kyros. If you choose to treat me as Kyros, then I expect you to keep your eyes low, never looking directly higher than my knees without my express permission. You may still question and laugh with me, but with greater respect. Even then, any pains or pleasure I give you are still at the behest of your Kyros, for you are not mine to govern. Either way, you must put aside your lust. That is the price of sacrifice. Equally, you must choose. I will not have you darting your eyes back and forth.' 

She was quiet a moment and then finished, saying, 'you should know. It was Bryndis who said I might chastise you if you mentioned love in this setting. He did not command me, you understand. I am not giolla to be commanded. But he also dictated certain circumstances where I might give you pleasure – we haven't quite gotten to that part yet.' The last was said with that sly smile in her voice Annis remembered from before. 'Nonetheless,' she continued, 'you must choose. We are about to start the second phase of the ceremony. You will keep your eyes on my face or on my feet and I will know. Also, you should know that in order to move on, you must finish the second stage. Otherwise you will be debriefed and you will leave us as you came. Are you ready?'

Annis was shocked at that. Shocked and embarrassed and... and... and angry! Bryndis had told her she could be chastised? She was to be handed off to another- that any one else would do that to her- she was very angry. And yet... she wasn't ready to leave. Above everything else, she wanted to stay. Behind her anger, behind her embarrassment that this woman had seen her desire and put her in her place, behind the pain in her breasts and pussy, Annis held on to the growing faith that Bryndis had been telling the truth when he said he wanted her to stay. She took another deep breath.

'I am ready.'

'Well done.' Kata went over to the first fire she had lit and drew out a short, very think piece of iron. Shaped like a pencil, the tip was smoking and, though not glowing red, had clearly been in the flames. Kata bent down and pushed up against her right breast, holding the iron close to the skin underside. 'Out of the fires of knowledge comes pleasure and pain. You know of your virginal state and of the status that brings you and your Kyros. Do you accept the pain of knowledge?' Oh Christ, thought Annis, what is she going to do?

'Ye-es...'Annis answered, voice quavering. Almost before she had finished, Kata had the metal pressed to Annis' skin and then off again. Annis still felt the sear of heat deep into her skin. She pressed her eyes closed and tried not to scream. It was a very different kind of pain than the beatings or the spankings. Suddenly, a cool hand was caressing her side. 'You have accepted the pain of knowledge, Annis,' said Kata. 'Do you accept the pleasure?'

'Ye-es...' This time Anni's voice quavered not through uncertainty, but through pain. Her mind was distracted, however, when she felt a vibrator on her clit and that lush mouth on her right nipple, teasing it upward. She groaned loudly as pleasure began to build, confusing the nerves of her breast still teeming with pain from the burn. That pain seemed to bleed away into the pleasure. All too soon, the pleasure stopped, though she still felt the hum of it through her body along with the pain of the burn. 

Kata then returned the piece of iron to the fire and turned to the second plinth. 'Out of the fires of sacrifice comes pleasure and pain. You believe you are ready to sacrifice your body for your Kyros. Do you accept the pain of sacrifice?' Kata had drawn closer as she spoke, and as Annis gave a low moan of acceptance, pressed the stylus into the skin just under her left breast.

The pressure of the iron lasted only moments, but Annis felt it go on for what seemed like ages. She was crying now, though in truth more in nervousness for what was coming next. Were they going to burn her clit? She didn't believe so, but such did happen. In her anxiety, she almost didn't hear Kata's next question in the service. 'You have accepted the pain of sacrifice, Annis. Do you accept the pleasure?'

Annis nodded her head, clenching her teeth. The vibrator again, and the touch of Kata's mouth on her breast. Her nerves were so stimulated that she started to shake. Was it just moments ago that she would have given anything to have this woman touch her and now she just wanted it to stop. And yet, oh Christ, she was about to come! Yes, she was almost–

The pleasure stopped as quickly as it had started, again leaving only the thrum in chest of both pleasure and pain. Annis opened her eyes just a fraction. She couldn't see the burns of course, but she saw her swollen nipples, distended by the torrent of pain and pleasure.

Before she rose this time, Kata leaned over and whispered in Annis' ear while softly stroking her stomach, 'Just one more. Good girl.' Annis realized that she hadn't looked the woman in the face, that she had indeed kept her eyes guarded or shut. She hadn't intentionally done so, but it was easier to put this woman in the same category as Etan (not Bryndis, she thought fiercely), than it was to see her as a friend. Her feelings about Kata were far too complex.




Kyros-giolla Institute Ch. 14



Kata went on, pulling the third iron stylus from the fire and moving back towards Annis. 'You believe you would pay any price to be with your Kyros and to meet his worth. Do you accept the pain that accompanies this price?'

'Yes.' Annis said that without any quavering. She would pay this price for Bryndis. He was worth it and more besides. That resolution was hard to hold however, as the iron pressed into the skin of her pussy. Just above her clit, Annis felt the sear of burning flesh. This did last longer, though not much. Shuddering through her pain, Annis was relieved. She had done it. Whatever came next, surely it could not be so bad as this.

'You have accepted the pain of paying the price. To you accept the pleasure of your surety?'

'Yes,' Annis panted, her eyes still tight shut. She tried to relax as she heard the vibrator once more, but gasped in surprise as she felt it touch down on her distended right nipple, sending shockwaves through her chest. She felt wetness surge through her pussy when suddenly a mouth was on her clit and fingers pressing inside her, caressing, pulling, and sucking. She opened her eyes and her whole body shuddered as she saw the dark head of long silken hair between her legs. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'not a woman! Not this woman!' She thought of Bryndis, how her body was betraying him, reacting to her in such a wonton way. As those tilted eyes looked up to meet hers, Annis was struck by an intense thought: she wasn't betraying Bryndis. This was the pleasure of the price she paid to be with him. With that thought, came the desire to have him here, to watch as Kata suckled her clit, held a vibrator to her nipples and pummeled her pussy with her fingers. Seeing him in her mind watching them, knowing that the pleasure she was experiencing was pleasure for him, she started to shake as her body reached for release. She imagined him behind her, holding her legs open, kneading her breasts and stretching her nipples and cried out. When, in what she previously would have called the darkest parts of her imaginative mind felt him inside her ass and imagined Kata's mouth on her clit and one hand in her pussy while the other pleasured Bryndis while he fucked her ass, she started to come, calling out his name.

As she came, Kata continued to suck her clit, but most of her focus was on the fingers in Annis' pussy. Folding them up into a come-hither motion, she pounded faster and faster as the spasms rocked through Annis. As the ripples began to recede, Kata changed her angle and, all the while keeping up the attack on her clit, began pressing hard on the roof of Annis' pussy.

Annis felt the change of direction and started to pant and squirm; when the second orgasm hit her, deeper and somehow different than the first, she was unprepared as a flood of come spilled from her pussy, drenching Kata's face. She cried out, her face distorted with the power of her pleasure. She tried to move away from the assault, but Kata held her open, vibrator now cast aside. As tremors rocked through Annis, Kata continued sucking her clit, but the fingers in her pussy were still. As the flicks of Kata's tongue on Annis' clit became feather-light – like butterfly wings, Annis thought in a haze – the fingers inside her started again to dance, but very softly. As a third orgasm rolled over her, this one soft and quiet, Annis heard a high, soft sigh, almost a moan escape her lips. 

Suddenly, Kata was gone, all pressure and heat removed. She hear water splashing from somewhere in the room and then there was a warm, damp washcloth draped across her face. She felt Kata applying some sort of cooling ointment on her burns. As the smell of peppermint began to overwhelm her, she felt two small hands massaging her head and temples. After a few moments of silence, Kata spoke.

'Breath deeply, Annis, and meditate on Bryndis and on knowledge, sacrifice and price. When you are ready, there is a chamber pot, water for washing and a warm drink on a pedestal near the door. Have your drink and, when you are presentable, go through the door and we will talk about the next few stages of your time with us.'

As Kata left and Annis' thoughts turned to Bryndis, she began to cry. How she wanted him, not so much to touch her, though that would be nice, but she wanted him to talk to her, to explain why her body reacted the way it did. Experiencing this without him, knowing that he wasn't even watching and that she couldn't ever explain it properly, not totally, made her feel separate from him in a way she hadn't since she had arrived. She knew she had to maintain her independence, her own sense of self through this process, but at that moment, 'Christ, Bryndis, I wish you were here,' she whispered. Trying to master her tears, she began the deep breathing exercises he had taught her to focus her mind. She used her memory of the first time she had seen him as her focus point, funneling all thoughts of loneliness and insecurity, desire and pain into it. As her tears dried and her breathing slowed, she began to move to sit up. Curious, she looked closely at the burn on her mons. To her surprise, it was tiny, a small circle less than a centimeter in diameter. No wonder it hadn't hurt more, she thought wryly. At least this should heal quickly – about time something did, she thought, as she rose. 

She looked around the room and found the pedestal with a pitcher and bowl of water, a washcloth, a small hand towel, and a steaming mug of tea. The chamber pot was underneath on a small shelf. In the cave, Byrndis had insisted she use a small bowl for her 'needs' and expected her to be very tidy, not getting a drop on the sides of the bowl or the floor of the cave where she knelt. The one time she hadn't been careful and a few drops had run over the sides, he had stood over her and watched as she licked them up, presenting him a pristine bowl. It was degrading and totally humiliating. She never made that mistake again. He cleaned the bowls out that they both used, saying that there was nothing about her body that wasn't his and wasn't his responsibility, but she was expected to present it to him each time. He had told her that he understood her embarrassment, but explained that it was critical that he should be familiar with her body clock, as in tune with hers as he was with his. 'Your submission in this and my knowledge of you will be critical for your future here,' he had said simply, as she glowed in embarrassment. Looking at the chamber pot now, she assumed this was part of what he was referring to. Placing the pot on the floor, she knelt over it as Bryndis had taught her, legs not touching the pot, but hovering just above. She tried to control the flow, the slower she went, the less chance of splashes. Finishing, she waited a full minute for any drips to fall into the pot, before cupping one hand under her pussy and pushing back the pot with the other. Picking up the pot with her dry hand, she stood and carefully put it back on the shelf. She sighed with relief. No spots, no drips.

She poured water from the pitcher into the bowl, dipped the washcloth and proceeded to wash first her hands, face, neck and armpits. Then, rinsing out the washcloth again, she thoroughly cleaned her pussy, avoiding the burn, her ass and her thighs. Thinking about how she had made such a mess... Well, she would have to ask Bryndis about it, she thought, determined not to start to cry again, this time in shame. Finally, she rinsed the cloth and washed her feet. Though not dirtied in the ceremony ('It was my mind that was dirty, not my feet!' she thought, laughing ironically at herself), they had gotten sandy during the walk and she wanted to be clean. She took the small towel and dried herself as well as she could and then took up the mug and downed the tea, almost in one. Now that she was up and moving around, she was impatient to know what came next. She put the mug down, and opened the door, pausing only a moment to look back into a room where she had left so much behind her.