0 comments/ 5946 views/ 0 favorites The Final Test By: VixenLaFlamme With much trepidation I humbly bow before you...my Master. I am most anxious to please you for with each lesson you have presented me with I can tell that I have grown more in the type of slave that you desire...one that worships you...one that is eager to learn the ways in which pleasure can be given and received. No longer do I care about the outside world...for you....yes you Master....are my world and reason for existence. Do you see how I await your presence? I am adorned in the array of body jewelry and clothing you have selected for me. I watch your face...your eyes intently...as I walk into the room. You lovingly called it 'your playroom'...to entertain...to enjoy...and I still remember the day in which you first brought me into this new world. How the items which adorned the walls caused me to shiver...yet...more. For I began to feel something stir deep inside...that I never knew existed. You laughed as you took my hand and walked around the room, taking great care in your explanations of what certain items were for....watching the changes not only on my face...but with my body as well. So here I stand before you... as so many times before. But this is a very special day...for this is the day you have informed me that I will be given the 'final test' as to my standing where you are concerned. This is the day that the special contract that I have signed with you determines my stance in my position as 'your slut toy'. I am nervous...perhaps more so than at any other time. For I have come to realize what you mean to me....what my new life means ....my purpose. I want and am eager to please you...in any way to stay with you. I snap back to attention from my wavering thoughts as you snap your fingers, signaling that it is time for me to enter...this is my cue. The interior of the room is darker than usual where you are sitting. But my nervousness does not allow my mind to register exactly why. I remember the special lighting you have as an overhead light almost blinds me. I look in your eyes as my feet somehow carry me into the room...to the center of the blanket that has been spread upon a table. I am acutely aware of my attire as I move closer into the room... for the nipple clamps dangle and bounce as I walk. I am holding the leash to the collar attached to my neck...your present to me at our ceremony. The black leather corset lifts my bare breasts and ends at my hips...which matches the black leather thong panties....yes I remember...your favorite. The outfit would not be complete without the leather boots that accentuate my long legs. As I stand beside the table...the tension from my body is so loud I fear you can hear it. Suddenly the music begins....again my cue to begin my entertainment for you. It is not until this moment...that I realize...you have others that are in the shadows...and I cannot tell who they are. Quickly I look back to your face and see that smile...and then you nod. We have never entertained others before....and my heart beats faster...debating the thoughts in my mind.....can I really do this. Taking a deep breath...I close my eyes...and block out the others. This test...this dance...all of it...is for you...and only you ...my loving Master. I take the leash and hold it between my teeth...as my body begins to move around the room...swaying provactively...becoming one with the music....opening my eyes...looking directly into your own....showing you all the passion...the desire...the needs...that you alone have brought out in me. I can feel the tears as my body moves... the desire and heat beginning to build...to rage. Even my pussy juices begin to flow. And then my fingers begin to move to specific areas. I am now lost in my own world of needs...desires...passions. I begin to rub my breasts ...nipples already so hard and erect. I know that when the clamps are removed, that the there will be both pain and pleasure which will be excrutiating yet ...thrilling. My hands have a life of their own as they rub...caress ...slide over me. My breathing is becoming labored and I hear the music turned up...higher. I know you have to be watching....sweat beginning to appear over my entire body...as I pull slightly on the chains ....causing me to gasp. I move around the table...leaning over it...rubbing my ass...running my fingers down the length of the black thong...bending over...more. Allowing you a glimpse of myself which I present to you. I lift my right leg directly on the table....while I lean my body backwards... and open my eyes....then smile at you as I continue to hold my leash....for you. As I lean back over on the table...I pull myself up onto the blanket and stay on hands and knees...arching my back and raising on my knees completely while I undo the corset... one tie at a time. As it falls away....my breasts are released and I cry out from the pain as the nipple clamps pull suddenly. My hair, which I had pulled up on upon my head...is also loosened...and falls down my back...the curls shimmering with dampness. I lean back down and gently caress my nipples along the blanket. Soft moans escape and again I feel the dampness between my legs. I have a surprise for you Master...for I have found someone to assist...in this special test. You have mentioned it before. It is at this moment...that I feel someone come up behind me...soft hands....touching my bare skin...causing me to move my body back against that soft touch...wanting ...more. Then without warning...I feel the sting as my flesh tingles from the spanking that is causing me to cry and yet...moan...for even more. My body is on fire...and everyone in the room...yes Master...even you...are forgotten as I give in to the pleasure that is being bestowed upon my body. I rock back and forth on the table...then I feel the snaps on my thong...and they are pulled away from me. The cool air feels good...but not nearly as good as the warmth that was suddenly replaced along my smooth pussy. ahhhhhh I began to moan....yes...it was her tongue... teasing my pussy....tasting me....licking...dipping deep inside to gather my juices...and licking back up my ass....kissing the tender flesh....kisses and more kisses. That is when I felt her finger...teasing my pussy....coating her finger and then she began to rub my clit....I couldn't help it....cries of release imminent as my body gave way to the release that had been building. I grabbed the side of the table and moaned...mmmmm....louder and louder as she teased my clit....sliding her finger...and then another deeper in my throbbing pussy. She teased faster and faster...causing another orgasm to engulf me. My nipples were sooooo hard. How I wanted them sucked. Was that my voice saying 'pleaseeeeeeeee'. Yes, she knew...knew what I needed...what I craved. But there was more teasing first....I felt her move only to return directly behind me...then I felt ...and heard ....my body again tensed as her tongue licked my pussy and then I felt the dildo sliding in...deeper and deeper. Ahhh I knew it would be hard not to cum immediately...I was trying to hold off. Then she began to lick my ass....teasing me ...with her tongue....causing me to moan louder. Her finger replaced her tongue....sliding ...deeper within. Her rhythm soon had me rocking back and forth...wanting her to fill me completely. I could not longer hold back as I cum harder than the last....crying out...yessssssssss mmmmmmmm ...I'm yessss I'm cummmingggggg. Then she did it....she pulled the chain causing my whole body to convulse as I crumbled to the table writhing in pure ecstasy. Somehow, she helped me to roll over...and I was so exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm...my strength waning...and I did not realize that she was removing the nipple clamps. As soon as she did...the blood seemed to pound in my head...causing me to cry out and hold onto her head as she immediately grasped the first nipple in her mouth and began to suck...her warm lips and mouth enveloping my breast...my body....as the pain was soon replaced by exquisite sensations of ....more passion. Before I could catch my breath...she repeated the process with the other nipple...somehow this pain was even more intense and I cried out every bit as much as she sucked ....harder on this nipple. As my raged breathing began to subside...I opened my eyes...to see you walking toward me. I watched, as she began to caress your body....to touch your cock...so hard. I wanted you....but was too weak. Your eyes....locked with mine...while she begins to suck on you...your cock disappearing in her mouth...causing soft moaning sounds to escape.... I wait to see Master....if you enjoyed...my present....for this test...to you. I realize that the night is still young...we have more ...to this test. Your loving slut toy. The Final Test Ever since I had first met her at college on the second day of New Student Orientation, I had thought she looked beautiful and stunning. On this occasion, on this specific day, she looked even more beautiful and stunning than usual. At the wedding, she had looked so elegant, the pure white dress accented by sequins which helped to further highlight her natural curves. Only the seriousness of what we were beginning, the seriousness of our mutual commitment before family and lifelong friends and longtime neighbors, had kept my full attention from her as I took in the words of the minister and made my vow to her in front of the gathered throng. But finally, the party was behind us, and it was finally time to consummate our marriage - not that we had not enjoyed the pleasures of each other's bodies previously, but finally, at least in the eyes of our respective parents, we could do it officially. It was also to be the beginning of her slavery, just as it was to be the beginning of My dominance of her. As the small tabletop fountain bubbled softly in one corner of the elegant hotel room, she knelt before Me, her body barren of all clothing and even jewelry, including her newly-acquired wedding ring. For the first time since I had met her, I saw her truly wearing nothing, not even earrings. That was perfect, for it represented a pristine beginning, a true start to her official service to Me, with the previous six years simply the lead-up, the training, the preview of what was to come in the years and decades ahead. Behind her was the alcove with the dual-tub Jacuzzi, which was already filled with hot water. As she had been trained over the previous few years, she knelt with her knees spread and her forearms crossed against her lower back, her chest thrust forward and the base of her chin horizontal with the floor. Her chestnut hair cascaded down her back as she looked up at Me with such an exquisite expression of love and devotion that I wanted to skip past all this and make love to her right there on the floor. But that was not to be. Fully dressed, I stood tall before her, holding in My hands the thin decorative box which she had seen only once previously, nearly three years earlier, when she had selected the collar she wanted to receive when the marriage had been officially begun, for it would also signal the official beginning of her slavery. "I believe it is finally time," I said, "not because the date has finally arrived, but because you have truly earned the right to wear this collar for Me. I'm actually sorry that I couldn't grant you this collar well before tonight, but I definitely wanted to honor the agreement you and I had made when you declared that you wanted to truly become My slave." A nod of understanding was her only response. That was more than sufficient, for I did not have many formal rules for her - no need to use "Master" or "Sir" with every utterance or response (although she often did), no need to avert her eyes from My face unless told otherwise, no need to ask permission to sit on the furniture, not even any need to be always naked when in My presence. There was, however, one rule which was absolute, one which for this particular night needed to be rescinded. "For tonight," I told her, "you do not need to hold back your orgasms. Until sunrise, you may cum without permission, as often as you want." A small smile spread across her unpainted lips. No clothing, no jewelry, no make-up. Only her body, her mind, her heart, and her love. "Thank You, Master." My smile mirrored hers. "Rise," I commanded, and she did, keeping her forearms crossed behind her, the many years of ballet evident in how languidly she rose to her feet even without using her hands for support. The height difference was still quite striking as I towered over her. "I'm already proud to call you My wife," I informed her, "but I'm even more proud to call you My slave." The smile was accompanied by an instinctive batting of her eyes. I opened the long thin box, allowing her to see the symbol of her slavery, the mark of My ownership of her. The gasp of delight was soft, almost too soft to be heard, but it brought a proud smile to My lips nonetheless. "There is one thing to be done, however," I informed her, "before you may actually wear it." With a nod, she whispered, "Yes, Sir." I left the box partially open and moved to the alcove, crawling on the raised tile and setting it in the far left corner before returning to her, standing behind her for a moment and caressing her upper arms and her shoulders. "Are you ready for this?" I asked. "Ready, Master," she replied. "Good." After giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze, I left her, crossing the small main room of the hotel suite and searching in one of My bags. A moment later, I produced what she would be wearing as she received the collar for the first time: brand-new metal handcuffs. When I turned to her to show her, her eyes opened wide, her mouth forming an actual grin. I made My way around the king-size bed and moved behind her. "Unfold your arms," I instructed, and she did, positioning her wrists close together behind her so that I could apply the cuffs. I heard her make a soft contented sound as each wrist was bound by the metal, and that was when I knew that she was definitely in the proper headspace and not just simply going through the motions. In a selfish moment, I pressed Myself against her, My hands reaching around her to grope her breasts. Not surprisingly, she moved her hands to stroke Me through My slacks even as she arched her back to force more of her breasts into My palms. I could hear her breathing starting to change, not just in speed, but in tone. While I tried to focus My attention on giving her a little pleasure, I was thoroughly enjoying her touches, her fingers tried to grip My manhood through the clothes, how she used a single palm to rub up and down. But I did not allow the selfishness to last too long, for there would be many, many more opportunities for selfishness in the future. Instead, there was something far more serious, something far more bonding, to be done. Grasping her upper arms again, I carefully turned her to face the alcove and slowly guided her toward the awaiting filled dual-tub Jacuzzi. Since she did not have the use of her hands for support, I took great care with her in helping her to step into the end where the two tubs met and then kneel, her ultimate position forcing the metal handcuffs below the water's surface. "Um... Won't the water corrode the cuffs?" she asked with a glance back at Me. "Maybe," I replied, "but for this, it's worth it." With a nod, she fell silent, her head turned to watch as I rolled up the sleeves of My shirt. Only then did I finally remove My watch and wedding band, setting both on the small table before returning to the alcove and sitting on the tile at the top of the left tub. "Come forward," I said, adding an appropriate gesture. Shuffling on her knees, she obeyed, her eyes full of curiosity and love and devotion and trust. That trust was critical, for it was the ultimate test. "There's one thing I've wanted to do to you for a long, long time," I said softly but firmly as I caressed her cheek, "and I believe that now is finally the time for it." "Anything, Master," she responded just as softly. "Good." I moved My hand to the back of her head, My fingers intertwining with her hair, and nudged her head slowly forward and downward. Although I had never spoken with her about the details of this collaring ceremony beyond the fact that she would need to wear nothing at all, not even jewelry, when the ceremony began, I had a feeling that she was expecting this final test of her trust in Me. I had previously shown her some online video clips and stories about women being choked, strangled, held under water, bagged, and otherwise made to struggle to properly breathe, but had never done any such activities with her, purposely saving it for both this moment and, if she agreed, for an activity to perform with her from time to time throughout her slavery so that she could hopefully endure longer and longer periods without proper oxygen reaching her lungs. I noted how her mouth opened wide, heard the loud inhalation, and then saw her lips suddenly clamp firmly shut in that final half-second before her face was submerged. Yet still I forced her head downward, causing her torso to arch nicely, the handcuffs keeping her wrists behind her so that she could not fight her way up out of the water and breathe normally again. In short, just hours after becoming a wife, on the night she was to become a slave at last, her life was quite literally in My total control. I watched and listened with keen interest. Given that there was a hospital only a block away from the hotel, it was perfectly ominous to suddenly hear the siren of an ambulance approaching the area, and I was fairly certain that she could hear it even though her entire head was submerged in the fairly warm water of the Jacuzzi. I saw a shiver, a slight trembling of her back, and felt something similar from the back of her head. The long slender fingers which had graced the keys of many pianos over the years were fidgeting. The sound of the siren grew louder as the ambulance approached, and her head began to turn, requiring Me to exert a little pressure to ensure she knew that she was to keep her head submerged until I allowed her head to rise clear of the water. There was no doubt that she was starting to suffer. Suffering was not an unknown state for her, for she enjoyed the paddles and the spankings and the clamps and the tight ropes. I knew that she adored the inflatable vaginal and anal dildos stretching her uncomfortably. Certainly she found a perverse pleasure in having the canes or the bullwhip battering her body. I would even suggest that her enjoyment of being tortured with severe levels of electric current slicing through her body very nearly matched My enjoyment of watching and listening to her struggling and screaming from the fierce agony. This form of suffering, however, was entirely new to her. While she was no stranger to fighting her instincts, such as her instinct to orgasm from continual stimulation, this was the first time that she had to fight her instinct to do something which would keep her alive. I could tell that she was struggling mentally to prevent herself from struggling physically, for in such situations her hands would tend to fidget, and in this case, her hands were moving faster and faster with each passing second. While I had not been counting and did not have My watch available to note the passage of time, I suspected that already ten seconds had elapsed since her face had been initially submerged. The shaking of her body was a little more pronounced, causing noticeable waves in both Jacuzzi tubs even though I had purposely not turned on the underwater jets. Using her hair for leverage, I pulled, knowingly hurting her as I forced her head up out of the water. Instead of a sound of pain, there were the sounds of water cascading from her head and upper body accompanied by both the sound of her loud inhalation and the sound of the ambulance almost directly below the window en route to the nearby hospital. Holding her by the hair, My free hand reached forward to quickly grope a breast before both hands then pushed her head back downward, back under the water's surface, back to where she could not breathe unless she had hidden gills which I had not yet discovered. Within a few heartbeats, she was fidgeting again, and within a few more heartbeats, she began to struggle physically at last, her head turning from side to side and trying to push up against the pressure from My hands while her torso began to twist from side to side. The physical struggle caused the water to slosh, some of it landing on the flat tile at the top of the Jacuzzi tubs, a little of it wetting My slacks, yet still I held her head in place, still I denied her the opportunity to refill her lungs with fresh air, still I enjoyed her unusual form of suffering and wished that I had a third hand just so I could gently touch Myself through the slacks as I watched the most important person in My life suffering in this new way for Me. With both hands, I pulled on her hair again, holding her head just above the surface of the motional water, allowing her to breathe rapidly several times before plunging her head into the wet depths once more. This time, there was no period of fidgeting, simply pure, instinctive struggle, a fight for self-preservation which required Me to use more and more strength to hold her underwater before finally pulling her head upward so she could breathe once again. After seven such prolonged dunkings, I pulled her head until she was kneeling with her back almost perfectly vertical. As she breathed rapidly and loudly, as the water sluiced down her body, I maintained the pressure on her hair, and when she finally at last made a small sound of pain between her fast and heavy breaths, I was satisfied at last. "Congratulations, slave," I said proudly, My voice a little louder to ensure that she could hear those precious words. There was no doubt that she had indeed heard those precious words, for her eyes glanced up toward Me and, even though she was still breathing fast and hard, even though her scalp was still hurting because of My grip on her hair, she was smiling. I greatly lessened My hold on her hair, ending the pain and repositioning Myself on the tile. Once her breathing had slowed considerably, I finally kissed her, releasing her hair at last and gently caressing her body. The response from her was enthusiastic, escalating the kiss from one of sweet reward to passionate desire. But before the passionate desire could be realized, there was one final element of the ceremony to be performed. With a bit of reluctance, I drew back from her, but it was so that I could reach for one of the towels the hotel had provided by the Jacuzzi, so that I could dry her head and her hair and her upper torso. Once that was completed, I set the towel aside and reached for the small thin decorative box which contained her slave collar. No more would she wear the thick, bulky training collar. Instead, she would wear the thin, bejeweled collar, the one worth nearly twice as much as her wedding ring, yet the price was not what mattered. What mattered was that it would be her, My slave, wearing the collar daily, removing it only when it might get wet or when she would be around people who would not understand either the collar's significance or why she would ever willingly agree to be a sexual slave. On command, in the area where the two tubs joined, she turned to face away from Me so that I could adorn her with the collar she had most definitely earned over the previous few years. At last, she was both a wife and a slave, and once I had finally undressed, I stepped into the Jacuzzi with her, bent her over the edge with her chest resting on the cool wet tile, and consummated both the marriage and her slavery to Me, very much glad that I had rescinded her prime rule for the night.