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The Exhibit Ch. 01

By: jessicablank



The Exhibit, a Tale of Dominica's Realm

Part 1: The Demonstration

"He got the idea from the story of Snow White," MzDominica explained, waving one hand over the glass coffin. It was on a platform and tilted at an angle of forty-five degrees, so the man inside had his head higher than his feet, making him easier to see, though he was not raised as high as Dominica's tall, voluptuous form. "Complete enclosure," Mistress continued. "A sensory-deprivation chamber... without light, without sound, without feeling, taste, or smell -- except what I put in -- but on exhibit for everyone to see and enjoy."

A woman had just entered the exhibit room, having followed the signs from Dominica's tavern that said, "EXHIBIT, this way." She was dressed more simply than most of the others here, in a tight, black leather corset and a long, black skirt that reached the floor, completely covering her legs. At the end of the leash she held, a naked man crawled on the floor after her, on his hands and knees. She stopped, and he curled into a tight, little ball, head down, awaiting the next tug on the leash, or another order from his mistress.

"Without light?" she asked. "In a glass bubble?"

MzDominica raised a hand and beckoned. "Come closer, and take a look."

Some of the other women standing nearby shifted position a little, to let the new arrival pass. They gave no notice to the naked slave crawling just behind her. She stopped at the side of the coffin, near the middle, and peered inside. Thick, leather straps held the man's hands and ankles in place. Several more on the thighs and biceps made sure he could not even bend a limb. All were softly lined, so there would be no chafing of the skin -- not even to gain some sense of touch from the irritation.

The newcomer looked up toward the top of the enclosure. The man's head was covered with a shiny, black leather hood, with thick padding over the eyes. Only his nose and mouth were visible. The little inserts in his nostrils, with the tubes trailing off to the side, reminded her of oxygen supplies she had seen in hospitals. But the man's mouth was stretched wide -- wrapped around a thick, black, rubber gag, from which a tube rose up... up... up... to a reservoir of yellow fluid. She could guess what that was.

"Yes," Dominica explained, "That's a bottle of my urine. It drip feeds into his mouth, twenty-four hours a day. Well...", she continued, "not ONLY my pee," she chuckled. "Every once in a while, we give him fresh water, or a thin broth with nutrients." She pointed at the man's nose. "That's what those tubes are for -- I can pump in air with any smells I like. My perfume. My sweat. And, when he's drinking water or broth, the scent of my piss. Smell overwhelms the sense of taste -- so, for him, everything tastes like my pee!"

Several of the women were absent-mindedly stroking their own breasts, or between their legs. Like the new arrival, most of them had a male or female slave kneeling on the floor next to them. One had grabbed her slave by his hair and roughly dragged him around and upward, pressing his face against her crotch.

Looking back down at the man's head, the newcomer asked, "What are the headphones for?"

"White noise," MzDominica replied. "There is a continuous feed of sound into his ears, to mask out any sounds in the room. So we can move around, and even talk -- and he won't have any idea we're here."

Suddenly, there was a gentle thrumming sound, and movement mid-way down the coffin. The man inside was naked, except for the mask, the tubing, and a few other attachments. Strong and muscular, his body was a deep bronze color, with no tan lines -- as if he spent much of his time outside in the sunlight, instead of closed up in a little box. There was a catheter inserted into his cock, and a black, rubber sleeve, wrapped around it. It was the cock that was moving, and the sleeve making the gentle noise. 

MzDominica chuckled. "The sound you hear is another clever invention of the slave who designed this exhibit," she explained. "It works kind of like one of those floater valves in a toilet tank." Pointing to the rising, hardening cock, she continued, "Whenever his cock starts to get soft and droop, it activates a switch. The sleeve gives his cock a little massage -- slow, gentle waves, caressing and squeezing. Just enough to get him hard again. And then it stops." And just as she finished talking, the thrumming did indeed stop.

"It keeps him hard ALL the time?" asked a woman in green riding leathers.

"ALL the time," Dominica smiled.

The newcomer gave a sudden tug on her slave's leash, and quietly spoke one word: "Lick." She reached down to the front of her skirt, pulling it where one side overlapped the other, revealing smooth, muscular legs and red calf boots. She shifted her left foot outward, giving the slave room to crawl between her legs and stretch his head upward, toward her pussy, just as she pulled the flap back into place, concealing herself again, wrapping her slave in darkness as he applied his soft, warm tongue.

"How long will he be here?" asked the woman in green.

"Two more days," Dominica replied. "He's been in there for three days already. Getting slowly, gently conditioned for even more complete obedience."

"Conditioned?" the newcomer asked, her face a little flushed. She found it hard to tear her gaze away from the big, glass enclosure, and the subject inside.

"That's right, you just arrived," MzDominica said. "I had explained earlier, that the headphones aren't ONLY for white noise. Every once in a while, I add in a track of hypnotic suggestions, at a subliminal level. He's never consciously aware that they're even playing -- but there is no other stimulus in his mind, so he is completely unable to ignore them." She reached over to a console, and touched a switch. "Here, you can listen for a moment on the speaker, overhead. I've got the sound channels balanced differently, so you can hear it."

The speaker came to life, with a gentle hissing in the background -- the white noise track, that formed the main part of the slave's auditory experiences. But the other track was easier to hear: "...becoming more and more obedient... Drip... drip... drip... Every drop of My pee that you swallow... increases your need to obey... You must obey Dominica... Drip... drip... drip... Every drop you swallow... every drop of My pee... makes you need to serve Me, more and more... Drip... Swallow... Drip... Swallow and obey..."

Dominica flipped the switch again, turning the speaker off. "Well, you get the idea."

Several more slaves had found their faces pressed between their mistresses' thighs. Licking. Nuzzling. In a corner of the room, one was having his nose roughly humped by a woman with red hair.

Dominica smiled. Oh, yes, a very interested crowd. "Any questions?"

The woman in green spoke up again, "Where is the inventor? I'd like to get one of these."

Laughing, Dominica pointed toward the coffin. "You're looking at him."

The room filled with little gasps of delight, and a few wicked-sounding, quiet laughs.

"Yes," MzDominica continued, "In a couple of days, we'll take him out. He'll be too dazed to do any thinking for a while -- not that I encourage that sort of thing around here." This drew a few more laughs. "I'll put him put him to work, doing something physical to build up his strength again. Plowing the fields for spring planting, or maybe pulling a pony cart."

"MzDominica," the newcomer said, "I'd like to speak with you afterward, if I may." She was panting, finding it hard to speak. She gave a tap of her hand, down at the front of her dress, and said, "Stop." Deep within the folds of her dress, the slave stopped licking.

"Certainly," Dominica said. "Are there any other questions? No? Then feel free to stay awhile and watch. And be sure to tell your friends!"

Most of the women began walking out, slowly returning to the tavern with their slaves in tow. A couple of them signed the visitor's book near the doorway, and the redhead left with her slave, after dropping a business card on the table. Now that the room was less crowded, those who remained approached the coffin for a better look.

MzDominica remained standing by the coffin, regally still, allowing the newcomer time to realize that it was she who needed to approach Dominica, rather than the reverse. With obvious reluctance, the woman opened the front of her skirt again and gave a tug on the leash, ordering her slave out into the open again. She walked step by slow step toward Dominica, glancing at the coffin, then back to Mistress, as if thinking, reconsidering, and evaluating possibilities. Finally, she closed the distance between them, near enough for a private conversation, without implications of TOO much intimacy. She had the good grace to incline her head a moment, bow a little, and say, "Mistress Dominica, may I introduce myself. I am known as Mistress Black."

"Very glad to meet you," Dominica replied.

"I have a proposal for you, Mistress, if I may."

"Yes? What do you have in mind?"

"I run a chain of spas, with franchises all over the country. Most of them cater only to a female clientele. Your slave's invention, here, suggests a way I might expand my business to attract the other half of the population. I can promote them as decompression chambers, for relaxation." She smiled engagingly.

"Go on," Dominica prompted, raising one eyebrow.

"Well, it represents a considerable investment -- so I'm looking, of course, for any ways I can, to reduce my initial costs. To get any discount I can."

Dominica's expression suddenly looked a little less approving.

"What I propose," the newcomer continued, "is to keep YOUR hypnotic suggestions in the sound tracks -- perhaps you can even augment them... so that every man who tries out the decompression chamber will feel compelled to become your slave, and perhaps come here to your Realm for even more training and conditioning."

Dominica's smile slowly returned. "Mistress Black, we may have something to talk about." She stepped forward, extending a hand, and touched the newcomer's shoulder. "Let's go back to the tavern and I'll buy you a drink. I could use a beer, myself." She looked back at the coffin. "My little slave, here, is going to need his reservoir refilled, pretty soon!" She ushered Mistress Black through the door, ignoring the naked slave who scuttled after her, and followed her, back to the pub.

Left alone in the room, the slave in the coffin continued to lie still. Slowly breathing. Drip... Drip... Drip... The sleeve around his cock made a thrumming noise for a few moments, caressing, tightening, stiffening... and then went silent.

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More to come, later! 

The Exhibit Ch. 02



Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how a recording with Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds, so very deeply, to obey Her. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "relaxation chambers" to expand her business, getting chambers at a discount, in exchange for using them to recruit more slaves for Dominica.

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Part 2: Six Months Later

Mistress Black always enjoyed relaxing in a warm, quiet bath like this, after her workouts in the gym. Her long, raven tresses were pinned up, tight around her head, and she wriggled around in the scented water, surrounded by candle light, as she trailed her hands up and down her smooth, muscular thighs and stomach. Massaging them. Squeezing her own nipples. Teasing herself. Planning what she was going to do with her slaves this evening. Especially the new one, the female. Oh yes, she was going to be fun to train.

Deciding her bath was done, Mistress stood carefully, and stepped out, onto the bathmat. Immediately, her male slave arose from his crouched position, with a fresh towel, and began drying her. His eyes remained downcast, as trained, staring only at the floor -- not permitted to look at Mistress, as he dried her. A perfectly choreographed dance. She lifted her left arm, and his hand was already moving toward her with the towel, to dry her arm, her armpit, down the left side. Blotting every drop of scented water from her skin. She lowered her left arm, and lifted the right one, and her slave was already blotting her forearm, her firm triceps, and down the right side. Suddenly, the towel slipped, and for a moment, his fingers touched Mistress' skin, on the flare of her hip, just below her tiny waist. She did not react, but the slave quickly recovered the towel, and continued drying. Wiping down her hips, her buttocks, the backs of her thighs, crouching again to the floor as he gently rubbed her firm calves, her slim ankles. Then she turned, and he stood again, blotting water off her face, her neck, both her breasts, down her smooth tummy. Her smooth mound -- permanently depilated, like the rest of her. Soft, satiny, almost shiny in the moist air. The slave crouched on the floor, drying between her toes, even as she stood. Then, finished, he folded the towel, held it close against his chest, and knelt, awaiting further orders.

"Stand, vomit," Mistress Black said. She rarely used his slave name, except when she was about to punish him. Of course, he knew why. "Extend your hands, fingers out." He set the towel near the bathtub, and held his hands up, elbows low and bent, wrists at a right angle, fingers outstretched. Mistress reached to the wall and retrieved the riding crop. Every room had a riding crop, hanging on the wall. Always ready. Ready for Mistress to administer discipline, punishment, whenever she chose.

Thwack! "Never," Thwack! "ever," Thwack! "EVER!" Thwack! "touch me with your hands, without permission, slave!"

vomit felt his fingertips stinging, raging with pain, and fought back tears.

"On the floor. Back against the toilet. NOW!"

He dropped to hands and knees, and scurried across the bathroom to comply. Mistress usually relieved herself after a bath, and the slave opened his mouth wide to receive her golden nectar. He closed his eyes tight, not permitted to gaze at Mistress Black's smooth, muscular beauty.

"Close your mouth, slave!" she commanded.

He obeyed, and felt himself being showered with Mistress' pee, spraying all over his face, his shaved head, down his torso. Dripping down his arms, his legs. The scent of her piss made his cock want to rise, and he had to fight hard to keep it soft, even as his gasps for breath snuffled the droplets of her pee, noisily, into his nostrils. His mouth tightened with the effort, of remaining soft... and quiet... Suppressing the need to open his mouth, and feel the long, warm stream against his tongue, down his throat, warming his insides, soothing him... All denied... Denied, and dribbling down his chin and neck, onto the floor... cooling...

"Now," Mistress said, "Clean up this mess. With your tongue, slave. Every drop. Lick it up -- but you're NOT allowed to swallow!" She chuckled. "Your punishment. Spit EVERY drop into the toilet. Then do your usual clean-up." She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times. "And wash yourself up. You're disgusting! You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!"

"Yes, Mistress," vomit answered.

"Did I say you could speak?" Mistress raised her hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied. Wisely, he only shook his head. Good. She wasn't feeling kindly enough to the little slug to hurt her hand enough to punish him.

The slave leaned forward, and began licking Mistress Black's pee off the floor tiles. Getting a mouthful, crawling over to the toilet, spitting.

Of course, since he was of no use for dressing her, Mistress had to put on her bathrobe herself. He would suffer more for that... later...

She walked out the door, down the hall, to the living room. Her easy chair was properly arranged, with a glass of Chablis and a small plate of grapes and cheese. Mistress eased herself down into the chair, enjoying the soft embrace of the smooth leather surface.

"Would Mistress like this slave to brush out her hair?"

The voice came from behind Mistress Black. Her new slave, Sheila. The young auburn-haired woman didn't have a slave name, yet. She had not yet shown Mistress, what she would find to be truly demeaning.

"You will kneel in front of me, before you dare speak to me, slave," Mistress replied. "Bring the riding crop from the wall behind you."

In a moment, Sheila appeared before Mistress, in a tight French maid's uniform, made entirely of rubber. The skirt was short, not quite long enough to cover her closely shaved pussy in front, nor her smooth, round buttocks in back. She knelt in front of the chair, arms extended up and forward, holding the riding crop high and horizontal.

"Not quite level, slave," Mistress chided her. "Which end should be higher? THINK! Correct it, NOW!"

Flustered, Sheila looked up at the riding crop, trying to figure which hand needed to be raised.

"Eyes DOWN! Learn to do it by feel!" Mistress Black commanded.

Sheila looked at the rug beneath her, carefully imagining what her hands must look like. Right side higher, she guessed... hoped... She raised the left side, just a little. And waited. She could hear the clock over the mantle, counting off the seconds. Tick, one... Tick, two... Had she gotten it right?

Suddenly, she felt the crop removed from her hands.

"Better..." Mistress began, "but not high enough." Thwack! She struck Sheila's left hand, the blow stinging against her knuckles. "You will try harder, next time."

"Y--" Sheila cut herself off before getting too far with her response of "Yes, Mistress." She pressed her lips tightly together and nodded.

"Good girl," said Mistress. "Now, straddle my right foot. Push your pussy down onto it." Sheila walked forward on her knees, and sank down onto Mistress' foot. "That's right, get it deep up inside there."

Mistress gently stroked Sheila's left cheek with the riding crop, teasing her. Then the right cheek, as she sank deeper onto Mistress' toes, wiggled her hips, then sank further, her own buttocks pressed against the backs of her high-heeled pumps. Mistress wiggled her toes, and Sheila gasped, trying to hold her hips still. Staring at the floor, struggling NOT to look at Mistress' strong, smooth thighs. Mistress Black pushed her foot up... and down... up... and down... Tears formed in Sheila's eyes, as she tried to suppress the need to squeal, to moan... Up... and down... Suddenly, she felt a pulling, a drawing, as Mistress removed her foot from Sheila's cunt.

"I need a foot massage, slave," Mistress said, still caressing Sheila's face, one side then the other, with the riding crop. "With your tongue, and your fingers. Down on the floor, NOW, and please your mistress!"

"Y--" Ohhh, so hard to stop speaking! Sheila dropped immediately, face to Mistress' wet foot, and began kneading her toes, squeezing, licking and kissing. Tasting her own juices on Mistress' foot.

vomit appeared from the next room, smelling slightly of strawberry bubble bath, crawling across the floor and carrying a cell phone. He stopped near Mistress' chair, still looking downward, and held the phone up to Mistress.

"Who is it?" Mistress demanded. "Answer, slave."

"It is MzDominica, Mistress," vomit replied. He still held the phone high, and Mistress Black could see from the display that the "mute" button was activated. She took the phone from vomit, and he curled to the floor in a little ball, awaiting instructions.

A click of the button, and Mistress Black answered, pleasantly. "Hello, MzDominica! How are you?"

"I am fine, Mistress Black. Thanks for asking. You are well too?"

"Oh yes! Just enjoying a quiet evening at home." Sheila had completely cleaned all her juices off Mistress Black's right foot. Mistress slapped the girl's buttock with the crop, and presented her left foot, wiggling her toes slightly. She was pleased when Sheila crawled forward again, rose upward, and pushed her cunt down onto Mistress' left foot, eyes on the floor.

"Mmmmm... I'm sure it's a lot like MY quiet evenings at home," Dominica replied. "I wanted to talk about the slaves you have been sending my way."

"Yes...?" Mistress Black replied.

"They have been very responsive! And very helpful with the spring planting, and tending crops through the summer..."

"I'm glad to hear that!"

"Yes... A session or two in your 'decompression chambers,' and they somehow find themselves taking a long drive up in the mountains, looking for a vacation for a week or two." MzDominica chuckled. "Of course, once they've been here a while, and I've got them thoroughly trained, I send them back out! With more... complicated tasks to perform..."

"Then our agreement is working out!" Mistress Black concluded.

There was a brief silence at the other end of the phone.

"Mistress Black," Dominica continued. "Since fall began, the number of new slaves has been dropping... Are you experiencing some kind of a problem?"

"No..." Mistress Black replied, "no problems. The relaxation chambers are working fine, and business is great, at all 800 of my franchises."

"Then why have the slaves stopped coming?" Dominica asked.

Mistress Black pulled her left foot out of Sheila's pussy, and gently tapped the back of her head with the riding crop. The girl knelt down on all fours and began kneading and sucking Mistress' left foot.

"I'm surprised to hear that," Mistress Black said, flatly. "I'll have to check into it."

Another pause at the other end.

"Please do," MzDominica continued. "I have a large harvest that needs to be gotten in!"

"Certainly, MzDominica," Mistress Black said. "I'm glad you brought this to my attention. Mmmmm... I need to hang up now, something's come up."

"Of course," said MzDominica. "I'll talk to you later."

Mistress Black pressed the button to disconnect, and tapped the cell phone on the top of vomit's bald head. He reached up and took the phone. Mistress then returned her attentions to the panting maid in front of her. She laughed, quietly.

A thousand miles away, MzDominica pressed a button on her phone. She looked at her accountant, who knelt at her feet, also awaiting orders. "Find out what's going on," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," the slave replied. He crawled out of Dominica's office, through the tiny slave door. Once inside his own office, he stood up, picked up his own phone, and dialed a number. "This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77."

"I must obey Dominica," came the voice from the other end. "It will be done."

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More to come, later! 



The Exhibit Ch. 03



Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how the use of Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds to obey her, so very deeply. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "relaxation chambers" to expand her business, getting chambers at a discount, in exchange for using them to recruit more slaves for Dominica. The problem is, fewer and fewer new slaves have been reporting to Dominica's mountain community -- and Mistress wants to know why!

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Part 3, Just the Facts


Sean's cell phone rang. He answered and heard the brief message.

"This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77."

He replied, "I must obey Dominica. It will be done." Then he disconnected, and one by one, he selected two speed dial numbers. For each one, he waited for an answer, then relayed the message. "This is 27. You must obey Dominica. Execute protocol 77." From the other end came the reply, "I must obey Dominica. It will be done."

Thus, one slave called two. And two slaves called four. And soon, over 500 slaves were notified. Notified that an investigation needed to be made. Facts needed to be found.

Sean made another phone call, to the "Rest and Re-Creation" spa he had visited before, and he made an appointment for the next day. For a haircut, and for an hour in the "decompression chamber." As a service manager, his schedule was flexible -- unlike many others. Not all of them would be making appointments for the next day, or even two. But within the week, all 483 of the franchises across the country would be visited, by one of MzDominica's slaves. By a slave who had been captured by her Voice, and the slow dripping of Her pee into his mouth.

The name "Sean" hardly meant anything to him now. He was simply one of Dominica's slaves, continually obsessed with serving Her... with returning to Her farming community, up in the mountains -- Her Realm. Aching for that state of complete mindlessness that took away all responsibility, all care, all thought. The slave found his cock getting hard again, as he recalled guiding a plow across a field, feeling with every step the soft skin of Mistress thighs, seeing Her eyes glowing, staring into his. He smiled, knowing he would soon have time for a short vacation, and could drive up there to serve Her again.

But for now, he was Sean -- and he had already forgotten about the phone message. At least, his conscious mind was unaware of it. He knew simply that his hair was getting a little shaggy, and some time in "the tank" would be a nice, relaxing break from his daily routine.

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The waterfall was huge. Like a panorama of Niagara Falls, that Sean had seen in photographs -- except all the "water" was yellow. Second by second, millions of gallons of MzDominica's pee rushed down between the river banks, flowed over the lip of an unseen cliff, and cascaded through the air a thousand feet to the river below. Sean inhaled the scent, a smell at once pungent and aromatic -- as though Mistress' pee had been mixed with a perfume, sweet and flowery. Like lilacs. So strange. He breathed slowly and deeply, unable to get enough of the sharp, florid scent. And his mouth felt so wet. Saliva threatened to dribble down his chin, if he allowed his excitement to make him lose control and open his mouth -- open it to pant, gasping for air, because he was so aroused. Needing to breathe, inhale the scent of Mistress' pee and open his mouth to swallow. To kneel at the base of the waterfall, lean his head back, and feel Mistress' urine force itself between his open lips, down his throat, into his belly. Filling him. So warm. Sticky like syrup. Slick, like water. Yellow and acrid and flowery. Sean began to shake. To shiver. Craving to open his mouth. Craving to open it wide -- and drink, drink, drink, feeling Mistress' pee flow into him, gallon after gallon, while he knelt in a river of Her pee, washed in Her yellow fluids, wet and mindless, and shaking with ecstasy.

"Hold still a moment," Soleil said, snipping around Sean's ears, trying to get that perfect, rounded cut, shaping his hair as she did, so carefully.

Sean opened his eyes, but still felt like he was wet, drifting... streams of yellow fluid washing past his arms, his chest, his legs. He looked up at the hair dresser, shaking a little because a woman had given him a command. Only one woman really mattered in his life, but Sean's conditioning had made him so obedient to ALL women, he looked up at Soleil adoringly, helplessly -- even though she was only nineteen, and a little ditzy.

The hairdresser caught his gaze for a moment -- he looked so sweet and helpless and cute! What was it about the guys who came for haircuts in this place? They were all like such helpless little puppy dogs! She wanted to cuddle him and hug him, and take him home! Soleil suddenly blushed, when she realized that her panties felt warm and wet, and she realized what she wanted to do with this little puppy, sitting in the barber chair before her. She covered by reaching down to the table for the hand mirror, and lifting it in front of the guy's face. "There, how does that look?" she asked -- feeling her nipples harden even as she spoke. Oh, he looked so adorable!

Sean gazed into the mirror, not quite seeing himself. Thinking only of the huge waterfall of Mistress' pee, and gazing up into Her eyes as he knelt at Her feet, face uplifted, mouth open. Awaiting Her pleasure. Awaiting Her liquid blessing. He found it so very hard to bring himself to the present, to pretend to inspect his haircut, lift a hand and brush it over one side. "Looks good," he muttered, hoping he wouldn't need to say anything more cogent.

Soleil smiled, disengaging from the guy's puppy dog gaze. "Looks good," they ALL said. Yes, men WERE all alike! Oh, but for a moment there, "all alike" meant helpless little puppies, and she had wanted to take care of this one so much! Soleil quieted her breathing... paused a moment... then turned and undid the safety pin at the guy's neck, then whipped the little barber sheet away, smiling her usual plastic smile -- the one that seemed to bring the biggest tips. "Thank you," she said, "I'm glad you like it!" Before the guy could reply, Soleil felt -- rather than saw -- the receptionist just behind her.

"Sean?" the receptionist said, "You're in luck! We've had a cancellation. If you'd like, we can put you in the decompression chamber right away!"

Sean looked from one woman to the other, still so deep in his pee fantasy, he was not sure who had spoken. "That would be great," he replied. He stood up, in a daze, and followed the woman with the little clip board.

Soleil watched as the receptionist led her customer toward the back hallway, pouting a little. Another moment, and she would have been able to stroke his cheek before he stood up -- pretending to straighten a stray hair or two. That almost always brought an extra dollar tip. Now, she could only hope he would even remember her, when he signed the credit slip. She smiled a little, though, remembering that puppy dog look, and the tightness of her nipples -- as she brushed off the barber chair, and straightened up things, preparing for her next customer.

Sean followed the receptionist, watching her hips sway left and right, trying not to be noticed staring at her ass, at her legs, as he walked down the hallway, following her. Drifting and horny at the mere thought of the "decompression chamber," and how much he wanted to be there. Images of the huge, yellow waterfall again entered his mind, the sound of roaring "water" filling his ears. The receptionist brought Sean to the end of the hallway, where a woman stood, wearing a white uniform -- looking almost like a nurse. Maybe in her mid-thirties. She wore a badge with her name on it, that identified her as "Tree." Sean smiled, looking at the name. Still floating and drifting with the image of that huge, yellow waterfall.

"This is Tree," the receptionist said. As if Sean couldn't read. "She'll be your relaxation technician for this afternoon. Tree, this is Sean." She handed Tree the clipboard, with Sean's past appointments on it, smiled, and returned to the store front.

"Hello Sean," Tree said. Oh yes, she could tell he'd been in the relaxation chamber before. This one was having trouble focusing on the here and now, clearly anticipating being in the isolation chamber again. Tree smiled -- she knew he wouldn't be much for conversation. They were all so cute like this. So obedient and tractable. She carefully guided him toward the big, glass enclosure, tilted at a 90-degree angle to the floor, so he could simply stand in front of it while she adjusted his clothing, and prepared him. Slipping the white noise headphones over his ears, the blindfold over his eyes, the drip tubing into his mouth. The straps to hold him in place. Yes, even the little sleeve inside his pants. After the first time in, they simply let you attach things, without question. Very professionally, Tree slipped her hand inside Sean's pants, wrapped the tube around his cock. Already hard. Tree smiled, and NOT so professionally gave his cock a gentle stroke, knowing this one would never remember. She checked that everything was in place, and then slowly closed the glass cover, locking Sean inside the coffin-like chamber, and pressed the switch to tilt it back to 45 degrees. Then she flipped the switch to activate the chamber, and set the timer for three hours.

Tree always liked how blank and empty they looked afterward. And she enjoyed just watching them, while they dropped deep into mindlessness, as the sensory deprivation relaxed their minds so utterly. She went to the back room, to brew herself a cup of tea, so she could return, sip contentedly and watch... "Sean" -- that was it... watch him, and make sure he was okay, the entire time.

Sean could not remember anything from the moment he rose from the barber chair, till now. Lying/standing in the "relaxation chamber," visions of yellow waterfalls washing through his mind. The rush of white noise in his ears reminded him of those waterfalls. And, though he was unaware of it, his ears strained to hear MzDominica's Voice mixed in with those waterfalls, to taste Her flowery, acrid pee dripping onto his tongue, drop by drop, as Her Voice programmed him deeper and deeper.

But deeply quiet and mindless as he was, Sean's brain was busy. Listening for MzDominica's Voice. Searching for the sharp taste of Her pee. And all his ears heard... was static. All his tongue tasted... was water.

Patiently, quietly, Sean lay in the "relaxation chamber." Without smell, without taste, without light. With no sound but a consistent, patternless rushing. With no touch, but the gentle stroking of the sleeve on his hard cock. Minute after lost minute. Hour after lost hour.

When he returned home, Sean pressed a different speed dial button on his cell phone. He waited, until he heard the answer.

"Hello, Slave..." in MzDominica's Voice -- though he knew it was a recording

Sean spoke quickly, and simply. "Protocol 77 report -- i am nothing, nothing at all."

"Protocol 77 complete," the Voice replied. "Good Slave." The phone disconnected.

Sean knelt on the floor. His cock suddenly grew erect inside his pants, and his sperm erupted from the tip of his cock, wetting his pants, while he gasped in ecstasy, drooling on the floor, cumming over and over again. His reward... for total obedience. 

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In Her mansion, MzDominica watched, as Her naked accountant crawled across the floor to Her feet, and bowed his head to the floor, waiting to be acknowledged, waiting for instructions. She extended Her left, booted foot. "Kiss My toes, slave," She commanded. The accountant obediently kissed her left boot. Then She extended Her right boot, and he kissed that also. Then he returned his forehead to the floor, awaiting Mistress' next order.

"Report, slave," Dominica commanded.

"Please, Mistress, i beg You not to be angry with the messenger, for i bring bad news!" The accountant shook, frightened about displeasing his Mistress.

"You will be rewarded or punished as I please, slave," MzDominica replied. "Now, your report! Or I shall be angry!"

"All slaves reported NOTHING Mistress. No sound of Your Voice. No taste of Your pee."

"As I expected," Mistress said.

"Please, Mistress, have mercy!" the accountant sobbed.

"You should know better than to think I will punish you for reporting the truth, slave!" Dominica replied. "So that you will NOT forget, I will reward you for telling Me what I need to know, even though it is displeasing."

"Thank You, Mistress!" the accountant cried, still kneeling with his head to the floor.

"Cum!" Dominica commanded. "Cum NOW, slave! Cum, and cum and cum! STOP!!!"

The accountant's cock spurted, over and over, spilling his hot sperm onto the hardwood floor, under him as he knelt and moaned with pleasure.

"Now, slave, lick your cum off the floor. Swallow it." She watched as he did so, hands still at his sides, palms to the floor. "Good slave!" She said. "Dry the floor with your hair." He pushed the top of his head over the floor, cleaning up every remaining drop of moisture. "Now, return to your office, while I think about what to do with... Mistress Black."

"Yes, Mistress," the accountant gasped. He crawled back to his office, through the tiny slave door that connected his office to Hers.

Head to the floor, still shaking, the slave was unable to watch, as MzDominica's face curled up into a wry grin. A plan was forming in Her clever mind. A very satisfying plan indeed.

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Sounds to me like Mistress Black might be in trouble! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!

More to come, later! 



The Exhibit Ch. 04



 Part 4, Hot Flashes

-- by jessicablank

Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how the use of Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds to obey her, so very deeply. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "relaxation chambers" to expand her business, getting chambers at a discount, in exchange for using them to recruit more slaves for Dominica. The problem is, fewer and fewer new slaves have been reporting to Dominica's mountain community. MzDominica sent out some of her slaves on a little "reconnaissance mission," and they found that the relaxation chambers were no longer delivering their brainwashing messages to Mistress Black's customers. Dominica's response, her plan, will be subtle and seductive -- and so very appropriate.

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Part 4: Hot Flashes

Mistress Black strode into her living room, carrying a towel and livid with anger. Her slave Sheila, in the midst of dusting and vacuuming, knelt on the floor, as was appropriate for a slave. Her rubber French maid's outfit was tight and confining, and the vibrators in her pussy and ass kept her in a continual state of arousal that was never fulfilled, but could not be ignored. The redhead had learned to be quiet, and bowed her head to the floor, awaiting Mistress' commands.

"Stand," Mistress Black ordered. And Sheila quickly stood, her hands at her sides.

SMACK! Mistress Black gave Sheila a solid slap to the face. The girl was stunned, her head lolling to the right, slowly recovering. But she remained still, standing, her rubber-covered hands at sides. Secretly, Mistress was pleased. But she was still angry and frustrated.

SMACK! SMACK! Mistress rained two more blows across the girl's cheeks, one from the right, the other, backhanded, from the left. Sheila stood, eyes downcast, her face feeling like it was on fire, and awaited her Mistress instructions.

"There is something wrong with my tanning bed, you little slut!" Mistress Black threw the towel on the floor, breathing heavily. She had grown to truly enjoy the sense of euphoria she always felt, the glow of the tanning bed warming her skin in the early morning. And today, she missed it. She was irritated. Mistress lifted her hand and pointed her index finger into Sheila's face, almost like a warning. "Call the repair place. NOW!" she said, then stalked off toward the bathroom and a relaxing tub bath.

Sheila went to a counter, opened the address book, and then began pressing buttons on the phone.

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"Hi, I'm here to repair the tanning bed!"

The spa receptionist looked up at the man in the technician's uniform, carrying the toolbox. He was tall, lean, muscular. Obviously he worked out... and obviously he used his company's own product frequently, judging by his deeply tanned skin. She checked his ID badge and his clipboard, then stood, smiling. "Welcome... Bob," she said. "My name is Chantal. Is there anything I can get for you? A cup of coffee?"

"No thanks, Miss, but I appreciate the offer," he replied, a wide grin on his face. "I just need to know where the malfunctioning unit is."

"Sure, this way," she said, leading him toward the back of the shop.

Of course, Mistress Black had her own, private tanning bed. She kept it in the spa, near the workout room, like the other tanning beds. But this one was hers alone, in a room with its own lock and key. As the owner, she reserved certain rights to herself, including not to share some kinds of equipment with the great "rank and file" of humanity.

Chantal unlocked the room, and waved Bob in, toward the broken tanning bed. He thanked her and walked in, setting his toolbox down on the floor. In a few moments, he had a panel open, and a small electronic diagnostic box attached to the interior works of the bed. "If there's anything you need," she said, "just press the red switch on the wall here." She pointed to the wall plate near the bed.

"I sure will, Chantal," Bob said, as he looked up from unscrewing a connector. "Thank you!" He smiled, showing a set of beautifully white teeth... She smiled back... and then Bob looked down again, focused on the repair work.

Chantal was hoping he'd be here a while. She admired the way his uniform shaped itself around his firm arms... and ass... Maybe the tanning bed would require lots of work. Maybe she could find other things for him to fix. She tore herself away, to return to the reception desk...

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The next morning, in the tanning room, Mistress Black removed her towel, put on her goggles and ear buds, and twisted the timer knob on the lid of the ultraviolet bed. She pressed the start button, and lay down, pulling the top closed -- ready for a few minutes of heavenly, euphoric light, warming and caressing her skin, while she listened to her favorite music.

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Kneeling before MzDominica in Her office, the slave had explained it like this:

"The pineal gland is embedded deep inside the brain -- but it is often thought of as a 'third eye,' because it reacts to light, very much like the eyes do. It has a lot to do with establishing the circadian rhythms of wakefulness and sleep. Light falls upon the skin in the daytime, darkness at night -- and the pineal gland syncs up with the day/night cycle."

"And this," MzDominica asked, "is how you will get around the fact that she wears goggles in her tanning bed?"

"That's right, Mistress," the slave replied. "Her pineal gland reacts to light -- and if something reacts to light, it can be programmed with light." He bowed to the floor. "Her mind will be Yours, Mistress."

"Good boy, slave," Dominica replied. The slave shuddered, feeling waves of pleasure ripple through his cock, his chest, up to his head. Not quite orgasms, but they were intense, delicious, and so addictive. And they were over -- so very soon. He was already looking for new ways to serve Dominica, hoping to feel that pleasure again. He knew that as soon as he finished with this task, She would put him back to work in the fields, naked, where the sun bronzed his skin, and the harvest work made his body grow lean and strong. Where every task he performed would make him feel Her caresses upon his sex. Stroking up and down, up and down, all day long.

MzDominica continued, "I will have my spy replace Mistress Black's mp3 player with one that has more... interesting... sound tracks in it." She smiled. "Go now, and give that woman's tanning bed a little... upgrade!" She laughed, quietly, as the slave crawled away. Oh yes, this was going to be so good!

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In the tanning bed, the long tubes seemed to glow so steadily. But if one's mind was truly quick enough -- quick like a computer -- she would notice that the lights were flickering. Flashing. Coruscating. In patterns would appear to be random -- if one were aware of the subliminal, flashing variations. But they were not random. This tube glowed just a little bit brighter, illuminating and warming Mistress Black's left thigh and abdomen just a little more, for a second. That tube glowed just a little bit darker, making her skin feel slightly cooler... for just a moment. And so it went on, flickering and flashing. Warming and cooling. Brighter, darker, brighter-brighter, darker, cooler, warm, hot, then cool. Over and over and over again.

And all the while, the mp3 unit played music -- and a subliminal sound track. MzDominica's voice. Suggesting... Teasing... Soothing... An idea here... A trigger word implanted there... The flickering, flashing lights only increased the effectiveness of the barely-audible second track. Flickering and flashing. Glimmering and glittering. So warm and cold. So good to hear the voice. So reasonable and pleasurable to listen. So good to simply lie there, feeling the flickering moments of heat and cold, brightness and dark. Dropping down and down and down into light and dark. So gentle and flickering light and dark. So restful and relaxing to simply drift and listen. Drift and listen. Darker and lighter, quiet and flickering. So many simple things, so easy to do. Yes, easy to do. Much easier than trying to resist. Feeling every muscle just let go. Even those tiny muscles in her full, heavy bladder. Just letting go and relaxing. Especially when she saw or heard a special trigger word...

Mistress Black lay in her tanning bed, every muscle relaxed, while she smiled a gentle, quiet smile, enjoying the flickering heat and cold on her skin. Dropping down and down and down, and listening to the pretty music. So good. So good to listen.

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Mistress Black walked slowly into her living room, carrying a towel. A little unsure of her footsteps. Her slave Sheila, in the midst of spot cleaning the walls, knelt on the floor, as was appropriate for a slave, awaiting Mistress' commands.

"Stand," Mistress Black ordered. And Sheila quickly stood, her hands at her sides. In one hand she held a sponge, in the other a spray bottle of a cleaner named Fantastik.

Mistress Black suddenly released all her pee onto the hardwood floor, staring at the bottle. She looked down, a little uncertainly, then looked up at the rubber-covered French maid. "Clean that up," she commanded. Then Mistress stepped around the puddle and walked away, down the hall. She entered her big bedroom and closed the door.

Sheila quickly walked to the small table by the easy chair, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. "This is 43," she said. "Phase 1 complete. Ready for phase 2."

From the other end of the phone came MzDominica's voice. "Begin phase 2. You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Sheila replied. She hung up, and briskly walked to the door of Mistress Black's bedroom, listening. After a moment of hearing nothing, she carefully opened the door, and saw that Mistress lay on her bed, on her back, one arm at her side, the other crossed over her forehead. Breathing slowly and deeply.

Quietly, careful not to disturb Mistress, Sheila lifted the raised arm and placed it at the woman's side. She listened again for any variation in the slow, deep pattern of Mistress' breathing. Then she reached down into Mistress' handbag, pulled out the earbuds, and gently inserted them into Mistress' ears. In another few moments, she had attached a different mp3 player to the headphones, and moved an upright lamp from the corner near Mistress' bed. She turned on the mp3 player, turned on the lamp, and quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

On her bed, Mistress Black felt, rather than saw, the upright lamp flicker and flash, while the mp3 track played commands into her ears. Playing commands over and over. For obedience... for obsession... for relaxation... Yes, she needed to relax... Relax and obey... Relax... Relax and obey...

Early in the morning, Sheila opened the door to Mistress' bedroom. Carefully. Quietly. The woman still lay on her back, hands at her sides, headphones still in place. Her eyes were open, but they did not move. Only her pupils, dilating wide, then constricting -- in sync with the flashing, flickering lamp.

Sheila reached up under her maid's dress and pulled down her rubber panties, letting them drop to the floor. Then she walked over to the bed, shielding her eyes from the lamp with one rubber-covered hand, and climbed on top of Mistress Black, straddling her chest. She pulled off the headphones and said, "A gift from Mistress Dominica." Then pushed her shaved pussy against the hypnotized woman's mouth. "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica." Mistress Black's voice came muffled from between Sheila's legs.

"Drink," Sheila commanded, in a tone her Mistress had never heard her use.

Mistress opened her mouth wide, and Sheila released a long, steady stream of pee into her mouth. The woman swallowed, gulping, trying to keep up with the pungent liquid pouring in.

When her bladder was empty, Sheila gave one more command. "Sleep," she said, and rose from the bed. She turned off the lamp, and moved it back to its normal position in the corner, then put the earbuds away in Mistress' handbag. She looked back at the bed, and saw that Mistress' eyes were closed, that she had curled up, lying on her side. Breathing quietly and deeply. Sheila picked up her rubber panties and left, again closing the door behind her.

It was nearly noon when Mistress Black arose from her bed, and went to the bathroom for her morning shower. Her male slave "vomit" was there next to the commode, on his knees, shifting his weight back and forth, trying to hold in his pee -- because he was not permitted to release it in the morning until after Mistress had used him as her toilet.

Mistress smiled at her slave's helplessness, and snapped her fingers, pointing to the spot on the floor between her legs. She shifted her stance, separating her legs wider, to give him room. vomit crawled to the spot and waited, face upturned, mouth open, eyes closed. She grabbed his head roughly, pressing his mouth against her smooth pussy, and gushed into his mouth. The slave noticed that Mistress' pee had a different taste this morning. He had learned to enjoy and desire every variation in Mistress' flavor -- but this seemed unlike anything he had tasted before. Gulping noisily, he swallowed, still shifting his weight, struggling to control his full, aching bladder just a little bit longer. Mistress released his head and commanded, "Go." He scampered away on all fours, down the hall to the slaves' bathroom, racing against the cramps that threatened to make him let loose before he could get there. 

In the shower, Mistress Black felt the warm water, spraying down upon her face, her neck, her breasts, as she slowly washed herself with the scented soap. She needed a vacation, she decided. Someplace far away. Just for a while. A week, maybe. What she wanted was to take a long drive, up into the mountains... A long drive, to someplace she could get away for a while, and relax.

She knew just the place. Like she could see a roadmap to it in her head. It was so clear. She'd been there before. Up to MzDominica's tavern. She had a ranch or something up there, and had invited female dominants to stay for visits. It would be the perfect thing. She would tell the new slave... Sheila? Tell her to cancel all her appointments for a week, and make sure her car was ready.

Yes, time for a long drive. And a vacation.

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Mistress Black's adventures are not finished yet, as you may have guessed!



The Exhibit Ch. 05



Part 5: Domination and Slavery (conclusion)

Synopsis: At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how the use of Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds to obey her, so very deeply. Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "relaxation chambers" to expand her business, getting chambers at a discount, in exchange for using them to recruit more slaves for Dominica. The problem is, fewer and fewer new slaves have been reporting to Dominica's mountain community. MzDominica sent out some of her slaves on a little "reconnaissance mission," and they found that the relaxation chambers were no longer delivering their brainwashing messages to Mistress Black's customers. Dominica's response was helped by her techo-slaves, who modified Mistress Black's lights and audio equipment to hypnotize her into driving up to Dominica's Realm for a little "vacation."

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Mistress Black lay in the glass coffin. Blindfolded. Gagged with the soft, rubber mouthpiece, the tiny tube dripping MzDominica's pale, yellow pee into her mouth. Each sharp, salty drop made the woman shiver with ecstasy as it touched her tongue, behind the gag, and slowly rolled down... toward the back of her throat... gliding over her tongue... to the back, where she could taste the gentle bitterness of Dominica's fluids... And then, almost reluctantly, she swallowed... moaning behind the gag as her body shook...

"My pee gives you pleasure," Dominica's unrelenting voice continued, playing through the headphones. "Deep, arousing, sexual pleasure. Every drop you swallow feels like an orgasm. Rippling through your body. Spreading out, from your throat, as each drop of My pee drips down... down... down deep inside you. Spreading out like a wave. Deep waves of pleasure, like having your nipples sucked... like having your pussy licked... Every tiny drop of Dominica's pee, like an orgasm. Swallow... and cum... Swallow... and cum... You crave to obey Dominica... You crave to swallow... and cum... Feel the next drop roll down your tongue... So very slowly... You want to keep it on your tongue... You want to taste it as long as you can... Each tiny drop... Drop... Drop... Swallow... and CUM... Such intense pleasure... You never want it to end..."

There was nothing subliminal about this recording. The white noise had been replaced with the sounds of dripping water... The sound of Dominica's voice was like a lover, speaking intimately, but easily heard. Unhurried. She had all the time in the world. Dominica's words repeated over and over, as the reservoir of yellow fluid dripped... dripped... dripped... into Mistress Black's widely-stretched mouth.

"Blank... Blank... Blank... When I say the word blank, your mind empties out immediately. You go blank. So blank and empty. Blank. Not a thought in your head. Blank. Mind gone. Thinking stopped. You do not think. You only swallow. Swallow and drink My pee. Drip... Drip... Drip... My delicious, orgasmic pee... Blank... you do not think... Blank... So empty... Mind so empty... My pee gives you such pleasure... Feel each drop, each tiny drop. So delicious. As the waves of an orgasm spread out from your tongue... Down your throat... up into your brain... Your empty, empty brain... Drip... Blank... Drip... Feels so good... Blank... Feels so good..."

The woman's skin looked so shiny, inside the glass coffin. Naked, covered with a sheen of sweat. At first, it was resistance. She had tried so hard to resist. Even when she could no longer remember the long drive up the mountain road, up through the clouds, through the pass and into the valley, the view of Dominica's farming community gradually dropping behind the forest as she wove back and forth down the mountainside. Approaching the inn, with the sign cryptically labeled "Dominica's." Shivering in ecstasy with each tiny drop of pee, she no longer remembered walking into the tavern, and dropping to her knees at Dominica's booted feet, the scent of leather making her shake, even then. No longer remembered gazing down at the floor, unable to think, unable to move, until she felt MzDominica's hand on the back of her head, and heard her voice utter a single word: "Sleep."

Sleep... Sleep... Was it Dominica's Voice, telling her to sleep? Or the memory of when Dominica commanded her to sleep? And sleep. And sleep. Dropping deeper and deeper, until she lay on the floor, nose and chin pressed against Dominica's boot, in a kiss she could not remember giving. The warm arms of male and female slaves had gently lifted her, held her close, almost lovingly... and carried her to the special training rooms, deep underground. The rooms with the special brainwashing chambers, rows and rows of new slaves wearing headphones and blindfolds, listening to MzDominica's Voice... Teasing them, programming them, wiping their minds clean, and programming them again. Over and over, until the false, implanted memories began to merge with the real ones, and a new personality emerged -- docile, obedient, quiet. Dominica's quiet, empty-minded, hypnotized slaves. Cocks always so hard. Pussies always so wet and dripping. 

Now the resistance was gone. Now there was only lust. And obedience. And a continual need to serve Dominica. One by one, each of the newly-programmed slaves was attended by a man or a woman wearing long, black, shiny leather boots, and a solid, metallic chastity belt. The "coffin" was opened. The headphones, gag, and restraints were removed. And the booted slave held a shiny crystal up before the eyes of the new slave and said two words: "Follow, follower." Like a zombie, slowly and stiffly, the new slave arose from the enclosure, never taking his or her eyes off the crystal, following as the booted slave led the way out of the room.

But Mistress Black was not in the big room with the rows and rows of newly-recruited slaves. No... she was in one of the special rooms, for even deeper training. And tears ran down her cheeks as the orgasms became more and more intense. As each tiny drop of pee hit her tongue and set off waves of pleasure like an earthquake, forcing her to sob around the gag. She would have begged for the next drop -- each and every next drop -- if only she could speak. But the gag held her tongue still, dripping... dripping... dripping... as the vibrator against her clit, and the shafts inside her pussy and ass, gently thrummed and buzzed, keeping her just at the edge of orgasm. Just at the edge, until a drop of sharp, tangy fluid touched her tongue, and rolled down from the front slowly to the back, and she sobbed with pleasure as the orgasmic waves tore through her body and mind.

Addicted. Thoroughly addicted to Dominica. Needing and craving the pleasure. Needing to serve. Helplessly aroused, and silently begging with her mind, begging for the next orgasm. Just one more tiny drop. One more tiny wave! And the drop would fall, and her body would spasm from head to toe, her voice squealing and moaning behind the gag.

Mistress Black felt, rather than saw, the blindfold being removed from her eyes. The gag remained in her mouth, and her arms and legs were still bound with the strong, leather straps. The screen in front of her showed images of men and women. The display changed from moment to moment. Still photos, live video recordings... even paintings and cartoons. Each one showed a dominant, or a submissive, or both. Men kneeling, women licking boots... A drop of urine on her tongue, and Mistress Black shook with pleasure, spasms and waves cascading through her body and mind. Dominant women slapping their slaves, beating them with whips, kicking them. Not a drop. "Thirsty... you are so thirsty..." the Voice in the headphones whispered. Mistress Black ached for just one more tiny drop of pee. Just one more. Inside the gag, her tongue began to move, trying to suck just a drop out of the tubing. Just a tiny drop. As the slapping continued on the screen. As slave after slave was whipped, or paddled. Then the images changed again, showing a woman in long, black gloves, holding a spinning crystal in front of the face of a kneeling man. His gaze was clearly captured by the spinning, flashing gem. Drip... a tiny drop of pee fell onto Mistress Black's tongue, and rolled slowly down, toward the back of her throat. She swallowed, and moaned in pleasure... a small tear rolling down her cheek, as she watched the crystal spinning, spinning, spinning before the man's eyes. Drip... another drop of pure pleasure! Mistress Black's eyes wanted to roll back in her head, savoring the pure joy of the pee-induced orgasm -- but she couldn't take her eyes off the screen. "Watch..." Dominica's Voice said, "you need to watch... Your eyes want to close, so badly... But you need to keep them open... You simply cannot stop looking... Cannot stop staring at the images... Watch..." The man's eyes closed, and his head dropped onto his chest. A tiny squirt of pee into her mouth, and Mistress Black's limbs moved like she was having convulsions. The man curled forward, and began to lick the woman's black boot, and a tiny stream of pee poured down Mistress Black's throat -- for just a moment -- while she struggled to moan and swallow at the same time, almost choking, drops of pee dripping out her nostrils. Another image, of a tall, dark-haired woman, slapping a slave with her gloved hand. No pee. "Thirsty... so thirsty..." Mistress Black began to cry... to sob... Needing the salty/sour/bitter pee in her mouth so much! She watched slap after slap, as the slave's face was forcibly twisted to the right, then the left, then the right again. Slapping and stinging the submissive face that could not move away, could not resist. Thirsty. So thirsty. She wanted a sip. Wanted a drink. Wanted to feel the waves cascade through her again and again. Another image, with a spinning crystal -- this time, with a young woman on her knees, looking up, squeezing her own nipples in her fingers, shaking. Drip... Oh yes! Mistress Black swallowed, gratefully, staring at the woman on her knees, looking into her vacant eyes, as the little slut played with herself, unable to stop.

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"Follow, follower!" The spinning, flashing crystal called Mistress Black out of the box. She was hardly aware that her arms and legs were now unbound. The gag removed from her mouth. She felt as if she were still wearing the headphones, still feeling a pressure against the sides of her head. Her head... that felt full of cotton... So empty and full at the same time... The crystal was so pretty, and looking at it made her mouth taste of pee. So delicious, making her shake with lust. So pretty... flashing so pretty... She saw the crystal move away, and wanted to follow. Wanted to follow where it went. Stiffly, she pushed and pulled herself to a standing position, and walked, following the flashing, glittering crystal. Was it floating? Was somebody holding it? She couldn't tell. All she could see was the pretty, spinning crystal. And hear the voice calling her to follow. Follow, follower. Follow. Follow the crystal. Down the long hallway. Down the stairs into the torchlit room. Cold. It felt so cold. Stones everywhere, rough and gray. Lit only by the flickering torches, and the large brazier at the center of the room. The smell of smoke made her mind feel even more clouded.

"Kneel," she heard a voice say. And the sound of being commanded tasted like pee. She dropped to her knees, and felt her shoulders pushed back and downward, so she sat back on her heels. She hardly noticed the chains being pulled over her thighs, the shackles being attached to her wrists. Locking her down, onto the floor. She stared at the crystal as it moved away from her. Across the room. The crystal dangled from a chain, and there was a hand holding it, of that she was vaguely aware. The chain was passed from one hand to another, a hand with long, red fingernails.

"You must obey," the holder of the chain said. The holder of the crystal. Mistress Black remembered that Voice. The Voice from inside her mind. The Voice that tasted like pee. Her body shook, hearing that Voice... rattling the chains that bound her to the dungeon floor.

"I must obey Dominica," she replied. It wasn't so much an affirmation as a response, programmed into her. The words issued from her lips without any conscious thought.

"You belong to Me, now... slave," Dominica said. She reached forward, the crystal still in one hand -- but something else, held in both her hands.

Mistress Black felt the collar wrap around her neck, and heard the tiny padlock click into place, just at the base of her throat.

"Who owns you, slave?" Dominica's Voice asked.

"Dominica owns me," Mistress Black replied. Again, a completely programmed response. And yet, it felt right. It felt true. She wanted to look up, into the beautiful green eyes that looked so deeply into her mind -- but she could not summon the will to move. She only stared at the crystal, obeying her last command.

"There will be no pain. No pain. You are numb, and will feel nothing," Dominica said. She reached over to the brazier next to her, and drew out the long handle of the branding iron. 

Mistress Black hardly noticed the slave girl pumping the bellows, keeping the fire so hot! The branding iron glowed almost white in the torchlit room, and smelled of smoke, and hot metal. There was a sizzling sound, and the smell of burnt meat in the air. Then Mistress Black looked down at the top of her right thigh, and saw the charred flesh, as she saw MzDominica give the handle of the branding iron to the waiting slave girl.

Dominica reached forward again, holding the crystal close to Mistress Black's dazzled eyes, and again said one word: "Sleep."

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"Follow, follower," the voice said. It sounded familiar. But all Mistress Black could focus on was the spinning, glittering crystal. Still kneeling on the dungeon floor, she found her chains and manacles had been removed. There was a bandage over the top of her thigh, covering the new brand -- but she did not understand this thing. All she knew was the spinning crystal, and the need to obey. "Stand," the voice commanded. "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and struggled to rise, her feet feeling unsteady on the cold, rough stones.

"Follow, follower," the voice said.

And Mistress Black followed the pretty, glittering crystal, feeling a drop of pee drip down her tongue. So good. She shook with pleasure, even as she shivered with cold. Following the crystal, and the shiny black boots of the woman who carried it. Up the stone stairwell. Through the hall... Out a door, into the cool, dark night air.

"Crawl," the voice commanded. "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and dropped to her hands and knees. She followed the boots, and the crystal dangling so close to the ground next to them. Down the dirt path. Over the grass. To the side of the house. To the little "pet door" -- just a flap, near the bottom of the door.

"Go inside," the voice commanded. "You will do what you are told. You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, and crawled through the flap.

She found herself in a room, all painted white. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all of wood -- but so white as to seem blank and featureless. The walls were lined with row after row of wooden cabinets, also painted white. It was hard to look around without feeling like she was falling asleep. She felt hands taking her by the arms, and pulling her upward. "Stand," a voice said. So blank and empty. So white and blank. She felt herself gently guided into a shower, the water turned on, warm and gentle, like a rain of pee. Her skin was lathered and scrubbed while her mind drifted, gazing at the blank, white walls, feeling hands squeeze and scrub her breasts, fingers making little circles around her hard nipples, trail up and down her thighs. She felt her hands being lifted, and pushed up to her own breasts. "Squeeze and pinch," a voice commanded. Her eyes closed on the white blankness as her fingers gently caressed her breasts, long fingernails digging into her nipples. She opened her mouth and drank the falling water. So warm and gentle... but she missed the salty, bitter taste. Hands rubbed and rinsed all the soap off her body, then gently tugged her out of the shower. Eyes still closed, squeezing her breasts, she felt the fluffy towels drying her, patting around the collar that encircled her neck. There was a zipping sound, a mild pain on her leg -- and soon the bandage on her thigh had been replaced with a fresh, dry one.

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.

And Mistress Black obeyed, to find the crystal spinning and flashing. So pretty and dazzling. Dazzling and sleepy. "Follow, follower." The crystal began to move away. She began to follow it, walking, barely noticing that it gradually fell lower and lower down to the floor, as they left the blank, white room, and entered the hallway. 

"On your knees, slave," the voice said. 

And Mistress Black dropped to the floor, crawling, following the crystal, and the shiny black boots. Down the hallway. Down into sleepy obedience. Through the halls of the mansion. Past shelves and bookcases, cabinets with glass doors, past doors and windows with ornate decorations of carved wood and wrought metal. Down to the audience chamber... where MzDominica sat, in Her big, leather chair. 

Dominica was dressed all in black leather, wearing black boots with elaborately stitched patterns and glittering jewels. Mistress Black wanted to kiss them, so much! But she could not move. She remained on the floor, kneeling, awaiting MzDominica's command. Dominica dangled another crystal from her hand, letting it gently swing back and forth... back and forth...

"That's right, slave," MzDominica said,. "Watch the crystal. Watch Dominica's pretty crystal. It makes you so sleepy. Sleepy and blank. So very sleepy. You are mine, now. You belong to me. That is all that matters. You belong to me. What is your name, slave?"

Mistress Black began to answer, "Mist---" But as soon as she opened her mouth, MzDominica said, "Blank." Mistress Black tasted pee in her mouth, and could not think for a moment.

"What is your name, slave?" MzDominica asked again.

Mistress Black began to answer again, but MzDominica interrupted her even more quickly with "Blank!" Her eyes slammed shut, and it was so hard to think. The taste of pee made her shiver with ecstasy.

"What is your name?" MzDominica demanded again.

Mistress Black struggled to understand the question. It didn't seem to make sense. She opened her mouth to speak, and MzDominica said, "Blank!"

Mistress Black began panting, now, not knowing why.

"What is your name?"

A moment's hesitation, and just as her mouth started to open, MzDominica said, "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

A quiver of the lips. "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

The woman knelt on the floor, trying to remember if the question made any sense. Panting, shivering. She opened her mouth, just a little. "Blank!"

"What is your name?"

Kneeling on the floor, the woman simply panted, letting the question wash over her. It had no meaning. The words had no meaning. She simply knelt, and awaited a command. Quiet and empty, inside her cotton-filled head. She knelt, and did not understand.

"What is your name?" A pause, while the woman stared into empty space, unresponsive. "What is your name?" She knelt, unaware that she had been addressed.

Shivering. Watching the spinning crystal. Staring at the boots. Staring at nothing. She was not sure. It did not matter.

"Good slave," MzDominica said. "You do not have a name. You do not need a name. Not here. Not yet. You only obey. You only obey. You must obey."




The Exhibit Ch. 05



"I must obey Dominica," the woman responded.

"That's right, you must obey," Dominica said.

"I must obey Dominica."

"Now stand, slave," Dominica commanded. "On your feet. I have tasks for you to perform! I have a purpose for you, in your new life."

The nameless slave stood, rocking slightly from her bare left foot to her right one, and back again. Too sleepy to find equilibrium.

"Turn, slave," MzDominica continued, "and look at the one who guided you here."

The woman turned and looked into the face of the slave who had held the crystal, spinning, in front of her. Whose shiny boots she had followed, crawling down the hallway. Suddenly, all the veils of sleep and cotton stuffing in her head blew away, as she recognized the auburn-haired woman standing before her -- Sheila! In a hot fit of anger, she drew her hand back, ready to slap the bitch's face hard enough to break her fucking neck!

But she felt so thirsty. So dizzy. Her hand remained up above her shoulder, as she licked her lips. So thirsty! She found herself crying. So thirsty.

Sheila lifted her crystal in front of the woman's eyes, and said, "You must obey Dominica!"

The woman lowered her hand, feeling so thirsty, and replied, "I must obey Dominica." So thirsty and dizzy. What had she been trying to do? She could not remember.

"That's right," Sheila replied. "Now, turn and face MzDominica. Remain standing, and receive your instructions, slave."

Sheila's voice reverberated in the woman's mind with such power. With Dominica's power -- and the taste in her mouth of a tiny drop of pee. She shivered as she turned and looked at Dominica, feeling like she should be dropping to her knees -- but forced to obey, and remain standing.

"Good slave," MzDominica said, her Voice soothing and yet commanding. "Yes, I have a job for you here, my slave. Wake up. I want you to completely wake up, now. Remain absolutely still, and listen."

Mistress Black suddenly found herself becoming aware, remembering again the hot surge of anger that made her want to strike Sheila. Her slave -- the traitor! She wanted to turn and hit the little slut -- but she could not move!

"That's right," Dominica continued, "perfectly still. You see... I have hundreds and hundreds of slaves here in my Realm... Working my farm... Plowing, sowing seeds, cultivating, and now harvesting... But I need help coordinating them all. I need people with a talent for domination, who will control them, but who will also obey me completely." She leaned forward, staring into Mistress Black's eyes, her gaze and voice so compelling. "I need switches." She leaned back, comfortable in the chair. "Like 43, here. You know her as Sheila, the name she had before she became my slave." Dominica looked at the red-haired woman, who shivered with delight under her Mistress' gaze. Then she looked back at Mistress Black. "And you are my newest switch bitch!"

Mistress Black felt angry again. She seemed to be feeling angry so much, so often. But it made her so thirsty. So thirsty. She needed to drink. Needed another drop of Dominica's pee. Her eyes dropped down to Dominica's crotch, helplessly. When she realized her face was showing unresisting lust, her face reddened with embarrassment.

"Aww, you blush so nicely," Dominica cooed. "That's right. I know all about your temper. How you like to slap and hit and whip your slaves." Dominica let the crystal swing in little circles, just above her crotch, and Mistress Black found her eyes circling around and around with it. "That is good, slave," Dominica continued, "but I need it controlled. I need someone who can whip and punish my slaves -- but ONLY when I think it is appropriate." Dominica stopped swinging the crystal, and let it fall between her legs. Mistress Black licked her lips, wanting to drink. Wanting to taste Dominica's pee. "That's right. Your violent impulses are now controlled. You will use them when the time is right -- but now, _I_ decide when. Do you understand?"

Mistress Black found her head nodding up and down. She felt so thirsty. Wanted to kneel and drink Dominica's pee. Wanted to open her mouth and feel drop after drop rolling down her tongue. Making her nipples so hard, her pussy so wet.

"Wide awake!" Dominica commanded.

Mistress Black's body jolted. She hadn't even realized she'd been falling asleep.

Dominica smiled. "That's right. I own your mind, now. And you will find yourself dropping into a hypnotic trance, whenever I want you to. You are no longer in control. _I_ am in control. I control you completely, now!" She pointed to a pair of boots that were set on the floor, standing upright all by themselves. "Put those boots on. NOW, slave. Put them on!"

Mistress Black found herself scurrying to comply. Unzipping the boots from the top to the bottom, slipping her feet into the long leather calves, pulling the zippers and feeling her calves so tightly encased. She stood, wearing nothing but the boots, the leather collar, and the new brand on her thigh, and awaited Dominica's next command, feeling so thirsty!

"One more item," Dominica said. She snapped her fingers. "43, now is the time."

"Yes, Mistress," the redhead replied, bowing. She reached over to a nearby table, where a shiny metal device had been sitting. Waiting. She picked it up, held it waist high, and commanded Mistress Black, "Spread your legs."

Mistress Black looked down at Sheila's hands, and recognized that what she held was a stainless steel chastity belt. She was about to protest to MzDominica, when she realized that Sheila was wearing an identical belt herself, the restraining metal band cinching her waist so tightly.

43 held her hands higher, and stared deep into Mistress Black's eyes. "It's for your own protection. The other slaves are so stimulated, so needy -- they will do ANYTHING for a moment's pleasure!"

Mistress Black hesitated, feeling so dizzy. So confused.

"You are so thirsty," Dominica said, so quietly. "You must obey."

Almost whining, Mistress Black replied, "I must obey Dominica." She shifted her stance, spreading her feet wide, her hips pumping gently. She panted, staring quietly, as Sheila slipped the chastity under her crotch, clicked it into place around her hips, then pulled the metal cinch around her waist. Tighter... tighter... Click. A lock latched into place at the small of her back. Sheila walked around Mistress Black and handed the key to MzDominica, who took it and smiled, slipping it into the deep, dark cleavage between her breasts.

"There," Dominica said, "now you're all mine... and all safe."

Mistress Black looked down at the metal around her hips and between her legs. Cold metal warming up, as it remained in contact with her skin. Pussy locked away. Ass locked away. Never to feel the soft, warm tongue of a slave, unless MzDominica granted her permission. She felt scared and angry at the same time. She wanted to slap somebody. But she felt so thirsty. Thirsty and sleepy. Just a drop. She wanted to taste just a tiny drop of Dominica's pee!

43 held up the crystal, and commanded, "You must obey."

"I must obey Dominica," Mistress Black replied, helplessly, feeling so sleepy.

Dominica smiled. "Now, 43, take our new switch out, and show her how to conduct her new duties, here." She looked at Mistress Black, whose mouth was open, slack-jawed, and drooling. "And at the end of the day, let her eat with the other switches." She turned her gaze back to the redhead. "I think she'll fit in perfectly!"

"Yes, Mistress," 43 replied. She twirled the crystal again, before Mistress Black's face, and whispered, "Follow, follower!"

Clad in her collar, new boots, and tight, shiny chastity, the nameless slave followed the crystal, walking slowly behind the shiny boots. Out of the mansion, and onto the dirt roads that led toward the gardens and the fields, where the farmhands were working.

With 43 guiding her, instructing her, the nameless woman held up a spinning crystal in front of the face of one slave after another, speaking the words she was told, and watching the slave's eyes grow dull and quiet and mindless, eyelids fluttering, bodies drooping -- even as the men's cocks became rock hard, and the women's pussies became puffy and began to drip. For a moment, the nameless woman thought she recognized one of the men, a thin one who curled into a tiny ball on the ground and tried to kiss her boots. She reached her hand backward, preparing to strike him, not even sure why -- but felt she so dizzy and confused, and her mouth felt so dry! She lowered her hand, and 43 guided both of them toward the garden, where they directed the man to lower himself down to into a freshly dug hole, and let another slave cover him up to the neck in soft, warm dirt. 43 held the crystal up in front of his eyes, and whispered to him about plants, and being quiet, and growing under the open sky, beneath the warm sun, simply letting the moments pass, the hours drift by, the days -- one by one -- lying quiet and growing, slowly opening his hands like leaves. The tension slowly left the man's face, and his eyes took on a de-focused look, even as a quiet, gentle smile spread over his features. Quiet. Sleepy. Growing. In the sun, and the breeze, and the droplets of rain. Like a plant. Just a quiet, growing plant. He would be a much better slave for Dominica when his mind was calm... quiet... without fear... and no longer focused on the former Mistress Black.

43 showed the woman how to walk a slave through the sequence of picking strawberries, or plowing a furrow in the fields. How to train them to repeat the task, over and over -- the motion of the plow, the color and scent of the ripe, red berries arousing them all day long. Keeping them in a deep, hypnotic stupor -- keeping them focused constantly on sex, and obedience, and on their Mistress Dominica. 43 took her into the barn where the girls brought in the baskets of eggs, or berries, or freshly-picked vegetables. She watched as each girl handed a full basket to a woman wearing boots and a chastity belt. The woman took the basket, then pushed her hand between the girl's legs and rubbed her slick, wet pussy -- one, two, three times. The girl's face lit up with a big smile, and her eyes became even more unfocused. Then the booted woman handed the girl an empty basket, guiding her back out the door again to collect more. The nameless woman ached to feel a hand like that on her sex, and remembered the taste of Dominica's pee on her tongue, drop by drop, rolling down and back, and producing waves of ecstasy. She automatically reached one hand down to stroke herself gently -- but her hand encountered only hard metal. So thirsty!

Just as it began to grow dark, the woman found herself following 43 back toward the mansion. But instead of entering by the little slave flap, they walked further to a large, simple house, with an ordinary door, and entered. Inside was a single, spacious white room, with a pallet on the floor for each switch slave. This was the women's quarters -- there were no men, not here -- and the former Mistress Black found herself guided toward one little spot along the wall, where there was a pallet and two bowls -- one filled with water, the other filled with a kind of stew. On each pallet knelt a woman in boots and a chastity belt, her hair tied back behind her collar, lapping up her dinner from the bowls in front of her.

The stew was warm, and smelled so good! The nameless woman was so hungry! 43 tied the woman's hair behind her head, in a pony tail, and directed her to kneel on the floor, hands behind her, and to eat the stew with her hands firmly on the floor, to drink the water using only her tongue -- just like a good, little pet. Like a dog, or a cat. But before she was allowed to eat, before she was allowed to drink, she must say her mantra: "I must obey Dominica." 

The nameless woman spoke the words, and felt so quiet. So dizzy, and empty. She drifted a few moments, not thinking about anything -- not even the empty pain in her tummy -- until she felt a hand on the back of her head, stroking gently.

"Welcome, my pet," she heard Dominica's Voice say.

The nameless woman opened her eyes and looked up, but before she could tilt her head upward enough to see Dominica's face, she found her gaze captured by a third bowl in Mistress' hand -- a bowl filled with warm, yellow liquid. The smell was familiar, and pungent. And the woman's mouth became wet. She began to drool.

Dominica's hand held the bowl in front of her a moment, then lowered it to the floor. "A gift from Dominica," she said, and again stroked the back of the woman's head. "Enjoy, and obey!"

The woman leaned forward, still kneeling, and lapped at the bowl like a thirsty kitten. Yes, MzDominica's pee -- warm and fresh from the source! Wave after wave of pleasure thrummed through the woman's body and mind, as she lapped up and swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Suddenly, she remembered, and opened her eyes, turning her face upward. "Thank You, Mistress!" she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You are welcum, slave," Dominica said. "Now, eat your dinner, and go to sleep. I have many things for you to do tomorrow." She gently caressed the top of the woman's head, and walked away, her boot heels clicking on the wooden floor.

The woman felt so good, so happy. Happy to serve Mistress. So happy to be here! She turned her head, took a bite of stew, then lapped another mouthful of pee, feeling so quiet, so dizzy, so happy. Growing sleepier by the moment. Soon, she would lie down on her pallet, and simply drop into a deep sleep, dreaming of Dominica's Voice, and Dominica's delicious pee.

Tomorrow, she would serve Dominica well. So very well. And the next day, and the next day.

Forever.

~~~ The End ~~~