0 comments/  29728 views/  9 favorites

Hailey's Journey Ch. 01

By: nanmar



(Author's note: Most bdsm stories I have read seem to deal with either breaking in a slave or working with trained slaves. The process of actually training a slave to submit body and soul to the pleasures and desires of a master has always fascinated me. It seemed to be a process that needed great care, planning and the talented hand of a master to bring out a true slave. It also seemed to need caring and respect on both sides. This is my attempt to describe one such journey of a slave and her master.)

When Hailey was a senior in college, she thought she knew exactly who she was. Her journey to this particular place in her life was long and arduous, and she was not particularly happy where she was. But here she was, beauty queen and cheerleader; men drooled over her and women fought to be her friend, while viciously trying to take her down behind her back. If you had asked her to describe herself, she wouldn't really deign to reply. She would toss her silky blonde hair, give you a disdainful look from her big, baby blue eyes, and walk away leaving you to drool after her tight ass, and long, long legs. That was not the only thing you did: you also prayed and hoped that she would turn around so that you could have another glimpse of her ripe lips, lush tits, and flat stomach. Hailey was not exactly beautiful, but she had worked long and hard at her body so that it was gorgeous, and she knew it.

From when she was about three years old, Hailey realized one very important thing – the male of the species could not say no to her. All she had to do was to open her big blue eyes wide and let her cupid bow lips quiver just a little. If that did not work, a "pwetty pease?" got her all she wanted and more. This worked for her through school and its hormonal adolescent males, and college with its sex starved students and professors. It did not get her father's attention, but who needed that?

But now, all the mewls and pleas issuing from her gagged lips got her exactly nowhere. She was clad in her inevitable high heels, with legs wide apart. Her arms were lifted high above her head, strapped palm to elbow. Wicked black clips attached to wires were clamped to the tender undersides of her breasts, labia and clit, while a long, thick, wired tube was inserted into her pussy. A throbbing cock was buried in her ass, and the air was redolent with cigar smoke. Hailey was the subject of an interesting experiment: to see which device would cause her to clench her ass the hardest.

To gentle her sobs and cries, big long-fingered hands continued to caress her breasts, stomach and thighs, while sharp electric impulses shot painful jolts through various sensitive portions of her body. For each jolt, Hailey's clenching and wiggling provided great pleasure to her tormentor. The clenching seemed especially hard in response to the clit clip. 

Her nipples were not ignored – they came under attack by relentless fingers as they were rolled and pinched into long, hard points. A hot mouth sucked on them, by turns until Hailey's brain was fuzzy with the alternation of pain and pleasure. A piece of ice slowly scraped its way up her flat belly and onto her throbbing nipples, replacing the warm mouth with its cold hardness. This made the rigid nipple stand out almost an inch from the creamy globes. Sharp teeth bit down hard on the nipple, coinciding with jolts of current, causing a loud wail behind the gag. Occasionally, two long fingers would insert themselves into her pussy, rubbing on her G-spot, almost making her forget the next shot to her sensitive clit. Hailey's body undulated with a confused mixture of pain and pleasure, tightening and tensing, massaging the cock buried deep within her. Until one of the caressing hands picked up a glowing cigar.

Hailey began to squirm and wail as loudly as her gag would allow her as the cigar began to slowly circle her rounded tit globes, before the glowing tip moved close to a pouting nipple. It barely touched her skin and left no mark, but Hailey's struggles grew frantic, greatly pleasuring her tormentor. He began to draw straight lines (once again barely touching the skin) from the base of her tits to the throbbing tips, then moved over her stomach to tease around her labia, clit and pussy. The cigar reversed its trail and the burning edge lightly touched her squarely on her navel. The resulting clench made the buried cock jerk and shoot its load deep into her bowels. But even as her screams died down, the cyclinder in her pussy began to throb and vibrate, cause Hailey to moan and writhe for an entirely different reason......

A discerning observer would note that Hailey was no longer the ruling beauty queen that she used to be. The discerning observer would also wonder at how the mighty had fallen, but inquiring minds would want to know: how HAD the mighty fallen?

Hailey's Journey Ch. 02



"Ms. Wentworth, I believe you are here for your punishment." The quiet voice made Hailey shiver with fear and anticipation. 

"Yes sir."

"You have made many, many errors in your work, Ms. Wentworth. We know exactly what you are capable of, and this merely tells me that you have been careless and lazy."

"Nnno, sir, I...."

"Silence! You have earned yourself a thorough whipping with my belt. Now remove your jacket please." With trembling fingers, Hailey removed her jacket, revealing a lace cami and no bra. Her hard nipples were poking through the fabric – a fact that was noticed immediately. "Does the thought of being punished arouse you, Ms. Wentworth?"

"No sir!" came the horrified reply. 

"We shall soon find out. Now, remove your skirt and bend over the chair, please."

"But sir...."

"Any refusal or hesitation on your part will double the punishment, Ms. Wentworth!"

Hailey removed her skirt quickly and then bent over the padded chair, her cheeks red with embarrassment. She was wearing a thong that day, so her ass was well exposed to her boss. 

"Ah, you were lying a little earlier, Ms. Wentworth. You are aroused at the thought of punishment. Panties don't lie, you know."

Hailey bit her lip hard. "I'm sorry sir."

"I'm sure you are. But you are going to be sorrier and very sore in a little while. Maybe that will teach you to be more attentive."

The sound of his belt being pulled out of its loops was almost drowned by Hailey's beating heart. 

WHAP! The first blow hurt! Hailey cried out in pain. "Quiet, Ms. Wentworth. I don't want any noise from you. Concentrate on your punishment." The belt began to rain blows down on her unprotected ass. The pain was like nothing she had ever felt before, and her bottom danced sexily on the chair as Hailey tried desperately to deal with her punishment. But worse than the fire on her ass was the burning in her pussy that just seemed to get worse with each blow. Occasionally, her boss would thrust a finger into her sopping cunt and chuckle, increasing Hailey's mortification.

She couldn't take any more ....she began to scream and plead. "Please, sir, please....please...."

"Please what little girl? Is this what you want me to do?" He pushed two fingers deep into her, while his thumb massaged her swollen clit. 

"Yessssss......." Hailey moaned as her excitement grew higher and higher...

"It is a beautiful day, America. Go out and fly a kite , or jog or go fishing with a loved one..."

Huh? Why was her boss talking like a radio announcer?

The latest Shakira song came on loudly and Hailey awoke with a start. She had been dreaming, but her pussy was wet and her hand was pressed down on it. Startled, she removed her hand quickly – masturbating was not her style. She sighed – another weird dream where a faceless dominating man was punishing her, while she grew hot and horny! She never really finished those dreams and wished she could go back to dreamland to see where exactly it was going. 

But she had to get ready to go the charity fashion show this evening, though she really did not want to. She had not been invited to participate, a fact that made her pout and sulk, plus her date was her cousin Scott. Not really something to look forward to. But she had promised, and she would go.

At the party, they ran into Megan with her cousin Nick. After a brief introduction, Hailey completely dismissed Nick, though his faint, unkind smile at her reaction made her uneasy. Tall and lean, with black hair and unremarkable features, he looked like a geek at first sight - a fact confirmed by Megan's announcement that Nick was "into computers." 

They ended up in the same table together for dinner, and Hailey continued to ignore Nick. But he made her uncomfortably aware of the low cut of her dress and the shortness of her skirt, and she kept trying to adjust both. 

Megan dragged Scott off to dance, when Hailey remembered that she had to make a phone call. Her little purse had no room for a cell phone, so she addressed Nick directly for the first time that evening. "Do you have a cell phone I could use?"

Nick looked at her consideringly. "Why do you wear outfits that make you look like this? It doesn't suit you. It shows way too much of your body and you are obviously not comfortable with it."

"Thank you, Donatella Versace. Now, if you have quite finished critiquing my style, may I please borrow your damned cell phone?"

"When you ask politely."

"Polite, my ass. I had all the pleases and thankyous in the right places."

Before Nick could reply, a loud voice hailed them. "Hey Hailey, help me win a bet, willya? Let me lob three pieces of ice into your gorgeous cleavage. A large dinner is riding on this."

Hailey hated moments like this. She dressed in clinging, showy outfits because it seemed to be expected of her, but the resultant "attention" she got only made her feel sick and vulnerable. Usually, to cover her fear, she got nasty. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and worked up the courage to come up with a sarcastic refusal. But before she could reply, Nick spoke up in a mild voice, "She's not playing any games today, are you Blondie?" Hailey turned to him, startled. The drunk was not impressed. "Hey, I asked the lady, not her wooden stick puppet."

Nick was not fazed. "Richard, isn't it? Why aren't you working on on the Levanti presentation, Richard? Isn't it due tomorrow?"

The drunk suddenly sobered. "Mr. Saylor? Uh...ummmm.... Me and the boys are just taking a break, Mr. Saylor. The presentation will be ready tomorrow. You betcha, sir. We'll get it. We'll...."

"See that you do." Nick's tone of finality chased him away, while Hailey watched in surprise. Most men of her acquaintance would have egged Richard on...they certainly wouldn't have protected her. She wasn't sure if she wanted protecting though she certainly was relieved. She didn't know that Nick had been watching her every emotion writ clearly in her eyes. 

"I could have taken care of him..."

Nick smiled, a much nicer smile than she had seen all evening. "Sure, Blondie. Next time, I'll let you brandish your own weapon."

"He'll LET me??!! Next time???" she thought with a combination of outrage and intrigue, but before she could reply, the other two came back to the table. She continued to be keenly aware of him all evening, and when at the end of it, he asked her out to dinner, she accepted with a mild sense of curiosity. The geek had more to him than was suggested by his harmless appearance.

Actually, the geek, aka Nicholas Zachariah Saylor was a lot of things. He was a computer programmer, who had developed and sold so many games that he was a gadzillionaire before he was thirty. And for all his mild looks, Nick was also a Dominant: many young ladies were ready to come forward eagerly to vouch for his expertise in the art of control and painful pleasures. Hailey intrigued him - her beauty, her apparent hard layer that concealed a soft, conforming core presented a challenge and Nick loved challenges. 

The first date was quite a success. Nick took Hailey to a quietly expensive restaurant, and was a very agreeable companion. He asked a lot of questions, and actually listened to her answers. For Hailey, who was usually treated like a blonde bimbo by men who wanted only one thing from her, this was a great change. She chattered away to him, not noticing that he would always gently deflect her when she grew bitchy. Being bitchy upset her, but that evening she came away happy, unaware that the quiet man in front of her was closely observing her. 

They went out many times after that. He accompanied Hailey to all her charity galas, and Hailey was amazed at how comfortable and secure she felt in his company. She went with him to all his geekfests (as she termed it). But she was never bored or restless, just occasionally frustrated that he made no move sexually, other than a few sizzling goodnight kisses that left her burning for more. 

Then came the game and the bet. Hailey had been whining and nagging at Nick to learn salsa dancing so that they could impress people at the big annual charity bash, but Nick had refused saying that he wasn't a good dancer. Until that day - when Hailey had nagged just one more time. Nick said, "Well Hailey, let's make a deal. We are going to watch a baseball game right now. If your team wins even by a point, then I'll learn to salsa. But if my team wins by a minimum of eight points, you will be my slave for a year." 

Hailey thought that he was joking, but giggled and agreed to the bet. Eight points seemed to be a big margin, but then Hailey knew very little about baseball. She should have thought again......She also did not know that the match they were going to watch was a prerecorded one, and the outcome looked very, very good, at least for Nick. 

So, Hailey stared in openmouthed shock when, at the end of the game, Nick said quietly, "Come, slave, let's see what we have here. Take of your clothes and kneel before me, so that I can inspect my property." 



Hailey's Journey Ch. 03



(Author's note: The first two sections are in Novels and Novellas, but this probably is better suited for this category)

That was unbelievable! After days and days of no sexual overtones whatsoever, now he wanted her naked? And what was that about property?

"In your dreams, Nick Saylor. I am going home now!" 

But the door was locked, and Hailey could not open it. Nick made no move to help her, and realizing that he seemed serious, Hailey tried cajoling. "Come on Nick, stop joking. If you want to get me naked, let's hit the sheets, and I'll show you mine if you will show me yours!" 

Nick sighed, and before Hailey could say another word, he had her arms pinned behind her back and tied tightly with a rope that he seemed to have produced out of nowhere. Truth be told, Hailey did not struggle very hard for things finally seemed to be getting interesting. Besides, it was kind of like the stuff she had been dreaming about. Nick turned her around, and with mighty tug, tore off her tank top, baring her to her waist as Hailey wasn't wearing a bra. He began to pinch and tug at her nipples causing Hailey to close her eyes and moan with pleasure. She had been hoping for a little more finesse when Nick finally fucked her, but she'd take this too! She was lost in sensations, and the sharp pain in her nipples came as a jolt. Hailey squealed and opened her eyes to see two clothespins attached to her tender nubs. OK, now this was getting weird!

She began to protest in earnest. Her screams and insults got her tank top stuffed into her mouth, muffling her quite effectively. Attempts to push it out with her tongue got a wide piece of tape plastered across her face. (Yes, Nick was fully prepared for Hailey's reactions). As Hailey stared at him with wide, scared eyes, he slowly removed the clothes pins. Hailey winced in pain, but was also relieved at this gesture. Maybe....

But the relief was shortlived as he clamped them on again. Then he turned his attention to her shoes, shorts and panties, which he removed quickly in spite of Hailey's struggles. And with each piece of clothing removed, he changed the postion of the clothes pins on her increasingly tender nipples. "I think this game is called 'windmills' Blondie. Let's see how many directions I can turn the pin around."

Ignoring her tearful face, he patted her bare pussy, which she kept completely shaved because of the skimpiness of some of her cheerleader outfits. "Pity, Blondie, I really wanted to see if you were a true blonde!"

Another long coil of rope bound her legs tightly together, Hailey was bent over a stuffed sofa and lay there helplessly with her ass high in the air. Another adjustment of the clothespins, and Nick said, "You disobeyed me, Blondie and I have to punish you. Thirty strokes with the hairbrush." Hailey had never been spanked before (dirty dreams notwithstanding), and she shook her head wildly, trying to move away. But the hairbrush came down hard, first on one rounded asscheek, and then on the other. It continued its stinging kisses until Hailey was sobbing uncontrollably. These blows were so painful, shortening her breath and tensing her body as she tried to cope.

Finally the spanking stopped, just when she thought she couldn't breathe. Another changing of the clothespins that drew a muffled howl from Hailey, then something cool and fragrant was massaged into her throbbing ass. 

Nick turned her around, and said, "That was a punishment, Blondie, for disobedience. But if you behave well, there will be rewards too." He laid her down on the sofa and untied her legs, spreading them wide apart, and bending them until her knees were almost at shoulder level. Hailey struggled to protest this humiliating and exposed position until his long fingers found her pussy and began to stroke it with consummate skill. Without being fully aware of it, she began to moan and shake with pleasure as he coaxed her clit out of its hood, and rubbed her vaginal walls, drawing moisture from her steadily increasing excitement. Hailey wasn't sexually very active, and had learned to submerge her sexual feelings with exercise and hard work. But this ...this felt soooo good! Much better than her dreams!! In spite of the pain in her ass and nipples, or maybe because of them, it did not take very long for her to arch into Nick's probing fingers in a satisfying orgasm.

Nick withdrew his fingers from her pussy with an audible squelch that had Hailey blushing in mortification. 

"Blondie, I hope you enjoyed your little reward, because next time, you have to work a lot harder to earn it. Now, it is time to transport you to your new slave quarters." Before Hailey could move, a thick leather hood descended on her head, completely blocking out the light. Her whole world grew muffled as heavy earmuffs completed her travel outfit. The ropes returned to bind her legs tightly together, thus preventing any thoughts of kicking and escaping this strange new predicament.

Nick slung the blind, deaf and mute Hailey over his shoulder, and gave her ass a sharp smack, grinning at her wiggle. He took her down to his car through his private elevator. Popping open the trunk, he dropped her in and began his preparations for the journey. He tied her legs to one end of the trunk and her hands to the other. A slim tube attached to wiring was inserted into her still wet pussy. He placed a bristly mat under her ass so that she would feel it with every wiggle. A final adjustment to the clothes pins, another squeal and Hailey was ready. 

Hailey felt the car beginning to move. Then she felt the thing in her pussy begin to vibrate. As she wiggled in time to the vibrator, the bristly mat dug into her sore ass. The bumpy ride made her nipples throb. The car speeded up, and so did the vibrator and Hailey's wiggles as she was rapidly transported to her new life.



Hailey's Journey Ch. 04



The car ride seemed to take for ever as Hailey tried to deal with her pegged nipples, bristly ass and buzzing pussy. Finally, the car stopped. After a few minutes, Hailey felt the trunk being opened and heard a soft chuckle. Fingers rubbed gently at her clit and Hailey couldn't prevent herself from moaning and raising her ass to welcome closer contact. Another chuckle, and the fingers removed themselves, along with the tube in her pussy. Hailey was untied and carried again, fireman style with occasional swats on her sore ass. She was then dumped unceremoniously on a hard surface, pressed up against a wall, and then....silence. In her darkness, Hailey strained to listen to any sound, but could hear only the thumping of her own heart. She seemed to have been attached to the wall behind her, as she could not move. For the first time in her life, Hailey was truly terrified. Was Nick a madman for real?

Nick had a few arrangements to make, then he walked back to Hailey. For a few minutes, he stood at the door watching his beautiful captive. He could see her tits rise and fall with her rapid breathing, and her luscious body squirming as she tried to escape her bonds. This was the first time he had actually taken someone against their will, and he was a little uncertain about the outcome. Hailey's beautiful body and the unique combination of brashness and diffidence had intrigued him enough to embark on this game. The idea of a perceived "geek" like himself having a cheerleader slave girl had also given him moments of ironic pleasure. He thought he had seen and heard enough of Hailey to realize that she was a submissive. A year should go by quickly and enjoyably, at least for him. And once Hailey had been "broken", she could be trained to enjoy the pleasures of submission as well. Nick knew that he was experienced enough and skilled enough to teach her the gratification that true submission could bring. After a year, they could go their separate ways quite amicably, and Nick could move on to fresh victims, hopefully without resorting to kidnapping again. He hated the social scene and the courtship dance, even within the BDSM clubs that he occasionally visited, so this year he could have his slave with the added excitement of breaking and training her.

"Let the games begin," said Nick to himself as he moved to kneel in front of her. He patiently removed the ropes around her legs and arms and replaced them with cuffs. Then came the earmuffs and the blindfold, and he sat back to enjoy the expression in her eyes as they took in their tiny spartan room, dominated by a cage in one corner. "Welcome to your new home for the next year, Blondie. Whether you stay here or move to more comfortable quarters, depends entirely on your behavior. Let me explain a few rules to you. You are now my slave – a very new, green, untrained slave. Untrained slaves have no rights, no privileges, no creature comforts. Everything, including comfortable sleep, food, clothes, fresh air, needs to be earned. And the only way you will earn these privileges is if you obey me unquestioningly. Never forget your position Blondie – you are a slave, and I am your Master."

Blondie, that is, Hailey, listened to these words with growing horror. When she had made the bet, she had thought that it was bit of harmless fun. But it now it was turning into a nightmare, and Hailey began to panic. Words crowded her throat, pushing to get through her gagged mouth. Nick reached forward to remove the gag from her mouth. At that precise moment, he also removed the clothes pin from one nipple.

All the hot words in Hailey's mouth never made it out. What did come out was a loud "What thaaaowwwwwwww!' Before she could catch her breath, Nick removed the other pin, and Hailey screamed again, jiggling her tits in a vain attempt to reduce the pain. When she finally calmed down, it was to find Nick relishing her performance with a grin on his face. Furious, Hailey bent forward and tried to sink her teeth into his hand, and to punch him with her cuffed hands and legs.

Nick had been expected a struggle and so he picked her up, slung her over his shoulder and walked out of the room. Still kicking and struggling, Hailey did not notice where they were going, and so it was with a shock that she found herself plunged into a bathtub full of icy water. "Take a deep breath," advised Nick, and pushed her head under the water. Hailey came up shivering, coughing and spluttering. Nick gave her a few seconds, and then pushed her head in again. He did this a few times until Hailey stopped struggling. 

He left her in the water, and walked away to get his next instrument of torment. Hailey saw that the water actually had chunks of ice in it and her skin was turning blue. She was going to die of hypothermia – in a bath tub! Nick walked back, pulled Hailey out of the tub and carried her back to her cell. He attached her handcuffs to hook in the ceiling and then proceeded to swat her ass, her thighs, stomach and tits with a wet, rolled up towel. He did not hit very hard, but her damp, cold skin made every blow sting. When Hailey's screams had been reduced to soft, tired sobs, Nick stopped. He unstrung her from the ceiling, and unceremoniously shoved her into the cage. Her hands were uncuffed and then each hand was cuffed again to the sides of the cage. He removed the cuffs from her ankles, spread her legs wide and cuffed them again to the sides of the cage. Hailey was now wide open to her master's gaze.

Holding her humiliated eyes with his own, Nick said softly, "For the next year, Blondie, every inch of this body – face, mouth, arms, legs, tits, cunt, ass – all belong to me, to use at will for my pleasure. Once again, whether you get any pleasure from it is all up to you. You can have a reasonably enjoyable year, or you can live your worst nightmare. I'll leave you to think about it. We can start again in the morning."

With that, he switched off the light and left the room, leaving Hailey to spend the first night in fear and pain. At least, she was not cold – Nick had turned up the thermostat in the room to keep his new little slave warm. 

He lay in bed that night, thinking about his latest escapade. He had kidnapped Hailey for a couple of reasons, both of which seemed to be perfectly logical when he had convinced himself earlier. After all, he needed a challenge – to train an unwilling person, even though they were submissive by nature seemed to be perfectly suited to his skills. And second, it would have taken forever to convince Hailey to even try this lifestyle, because she was so into her role as beauty queen. This way, he could break her in faster, and then go on to the parts that both of them would enjoy. Verrry convincing arguments....but that night, Nick did not sleep too well. Of course, neither did Hailey. Could she escape this geeky madman tomorrow?



Hailey's Journey Ch. 05



It seemed to Hailey that she had just fallen asleep, when the cage door clanged open and Nick's cheerful voice said, "Wakey, wakey slavey. You have a busy day today."

A groggy Hailey was pulled out of the cage and taken to the bathroom. After a much needed pee and a humiliating enema, Hailey was in the shower - a cold, cold shower, followed by a brisk teeth and hair brushing. Then, outfitted with a gag and running shoes, Nick took her to her first activity. Waiting for Hailey was a treadmill. Nick strapped her on to it in such a way that she had to keep running, and could not rest until the treadmill was turned off. "Slaves and cheerleaders need their exercise, Blondie," said Nick as he adjusted the controls. He eyed her lush boobs – they would need some support. So he came back with coils of rope, and soon Hailey had a perfect little rope bra. Nick could not resist her nipples, so he spent some time kissing and licking them into hard little nubs. This, of course, aroused Hailey's pussy which pouted and glistened at Nick. With a grin, he stroked her until she thought she was going to cum. "Just a little fun Blondie," said Nick and stopped at a very crucial time. Hailey moaned as the treadmill started up, the speed set to a modest jog. Nick left the room, only to return at intervals to give her water. So for the rest of the morning, Hailey jogged...and jogged...and jogged.

Just when she thought she was going to collapse with exhaustion, Nick came back. He gave her some more water and then led her to a bowl on the floor, filled with unappetizing looking gray goop. "Your only meal for the day, Blondie. If you don't eat this, you can wait until tomorrow and eat the same thing. Believe me, it will taste worse tomorrow." Hailey wanted to throw up, but her stomach was complaining loud and long, so she licked up the tasteless goop. Then she was locked in a tiny little birdcage – "rest Blondie, you need your strength."

Hailey was eventually removed from her cramped position and taken to a bench press. Nick strapped her down, except for her hands which were strapped to the weight bar. He attached sensors to her tits and thighs. "Start lifting Blondie," he commanded. Hailey stayed still, only to find sharp shocks go through her body. As the intensity grew, Hailey hurriedly began to lift and lower the weights. Nick smiled with satisfaction. "Just a little encouragement in case you decide to rest too often, Blondie." Once again, Hailey found herself exercising willy-nilly for what seemed like hours. Everytime she rested with exhaustion, the shocks searing through her body got her back on track again. Then it was back to the cage.

A short while and a toilet break later, Nick strapped Hailey down onto a heavy office chair. The chair had a computer chip attached to it, and at a typed command, it began to spin and move in a zig zag pattern around the room, making Hailey dizzy and disoriented. Nick varied the speed of the spinning and the travel, leaving her in the chair for almost an hour. When he finally stopped, Hailey looked like she was ready to collapse. But she had one more ordeal coming to her. Nick strung her up to the ceiling and then showed her the cat. "It has nine tails, Blondie. It really makes a Master's work easy. One stroke and it hits so many soft body parts. Watch." And as Hailey "watched" and screamed, the cat tormented her body over and over again. Once again, Nick did not hit very hard, but for novice slave Hailey, the pain was unbearable. 

As she sobbed hopelessly in her bonds, Hailey was taken back to her bedtime cage and strapped in. But tonight was different. A harsh, hot light blazed away straight into her face. Loud, metallic music boomed through the cell. And even if Hailey could sleep through this din, just a slight relaxation of her body brought her into contact with the bars of the cage, and a painful shock. All night, Hailey stayed awake, hurting, and exhausted. Towards dawn, Nick took pity on her and switched off her stimuli. Barely aware of the cessation Hailey sank into blessed slumber. Pain, confusion, sleep deprivation and fatigue – Nick was going through the classic steps of breaking in a slave. Though his logical mind told him that he had to go according to the training plan, Nick felt his heart clench at the sight of the woeful little figure slumped against the bars of the cage. Could he go through with this? And more important, now that he had turned to these illegal activities, could he let her go without compromising his safety? Nick had much planning to do....



Hailey's Journey Ch. 06



Nick was back at the cage early next morning. Hailey was sleeping peacefully, at least as peacefully as she could within the restrictive bonds. Nick ruthlessly shook her awake. Looking into her dazed, groggy eyes, he said, "Do you really want another day like yesterday, Blondie? Because I can keep this up for a long time, you know." 

Hailey dumbly shook her head. "Then will you follow orders and learn your new duties without protests or struggles?" 

At this point, Hailey would have promised anything, and Nick knew that. "OK, I will give you a chance, but if you blow it, yesterday will be like a fun day compared to what will happen to you." 

A clichéd threat, but seemed to work – Hailey nodded vigorously and eagerly. "Good girl. Now, if you continue to co-operate, the year will go by very fast. See, there are only 364 days left!" 

Hailey looked horrified again – that long??? But she had no time to think as her second day got started. 

Hailey's second day was very different from her first, but just as challenging. Nick first dressed her in a "maid" costume. It consisted of a lace cap on her neatly braided hair, a lace collar, cuffs, and a lacy apron attached to a thick leather belt around her trim waist. Her long legs were attired in lacy black stockings with a garter belt that framed her bare pussy and ass, and the requisite 3" heels. A length of rope wound her breasts tightly together, and these of course distracted Nick. 

He had to kiss and fondle the nipples, and both Hailey and Nick discovered that her nipples were very, very sensitive sending major signals straight to her clit and pussy. Nick began to stroke her pussy, but happened to glance up into Hailey's blue eyes. Mixed in with the arousal was a look of derision – actually Hailey was thinking that all guys seemed to have a thing for French Maid outfits, and Nick was no different. Sighing, Nick stepped away and came back with a crop. 

"Attitude adjustment, Blondie," and the crop swatted her bound, sensitive tits, her stomach, ass and thighs. This time Nick hit hard, leaving livid welts on her already marked body. By the time he finished, Hailey was in copious tears again.

Satisfied, Nick came back to complete her outfit. Her hands were chained to the belt around her waist, limiting their movement. A large gag was forced into her protesting mouth and strapped under her chin and around her head. Three clamps clung lovingly to her nipples and clit. And finally, Nick picked up two feather dusters – one for the special slot in her gag, and the other tucked firmly between her closely bound tits.

"OK, Blondie, time to get to work. I don't let my maid service come into this study, so it is really dusty. Start dusting the books and the bookshelves. That should keep you busy."

Mortified at the picture she must make, Hailey just stood there shaking her head. Nick pressed a little button on the remote he held. Immediately pain shot through Hailey's clit. 

"Blondie, Blondie, when are you going to learn? I expect instant obedience, I have told you that." 

A few more touches of the remote, flashes of pain through her nipples and clit had Hailey turning around as fast as she could, using the duster in her mouth to begin working. For a while, she ignored the duster in her tits until sharp zaps to her nipples and a quiet command forced her to humiliatingly move her tits to clean. So Hailey spent the day dusting, except when Nick asked her to serve him drinks or to fetch and carry. 

Each time Hailey brought something to him, she had to kneel in front of him and offer the object with her head bent low. Her clit clamp painfully reminded her if she failed to do so. Grimly, she toiled through her chore, reminding herself that a year would eventually end. But as a reward for her (sort of) good behavior, lunch was not tasteless goop, but a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Granted, it was cut into pieces and served in her usual bowl, but never had a PBJ tasted so good!

After dinner, (to Hailey's disappointment, it was mush again, but it seemed to have some taste and flavor to it) Nick led her to the living room, sat on the couch and had her kneel in front of him. 

"Let's see how good your cock-sucking skills are, Hailey." 

He began to unzip his pants, and Hailey stared fascinated as he pulled out his cock. Hailey had never really seen one this close. In fact, Hailey's experience with men was pretty limited. Her cheerleader training and practices and games had kept her really busy, and the couple of times she had been intimate, the guys had been so turned on by her lush body that "slam, wham..." had taken on new meaning for speed. 

The only time Hailey had really had an orgasm was when a friend had given her a vibrator on her twenty first birthday and Hailey had been drunk enough to try it. Nick, had he known the extent of Hailey's inexperience, would have been shocked! (In fact, as he took her through her training, he did realize it, and thought that this was probably the reason for her underlying vulnerability).

But at this point, Hailey was actually curious enough to examine Nick's cock up close. She explored his rock hard cock with her hands and cupped his balls, accidentally squeezing them hard enough to cause Nick to wince. On command, she tentatively took it into her mouth and then did not know what exactly she was supposed to do. Nick guided her along, teaching her to lick and suck, but she was really bad at it, and if Nick hadn't been quite so turned on by her antics all day, he would have taken forever to cum.

That night, Nick carried her down to the utilitarian bathroom that had seen her suffer through cold showers. As he lowered her down to the filled bathtub, Hailey tensed with fear, but the water was warm and fragrant. Initially flinching as the warm water touched her sore welts, Hailey began to relax. Vague thoughts of escape entered her tired brain – for the first time she was not bound in any way. Even before she could struggle upright, Nick was beside her, gently soaping and cleansing her body. 

Hailey sank back again, enjoying the attention and the lack of pain. After drying her with a soft towel, Nick led her back to her room, where another surprise awaited her. The cage was still there, but so was a cot. At his orders, Hailey lay down on the cot, on her stomach. Then Nick began to massage her stiff shoulders, back, welted ass and thighs until Hailey felt utterly boneless. He turned her over, and repeated the process on her breasts, stomach and thighs. His touch was wholly sexless, meant to soothe and comfort. When he was done, he spread her arms and legs and attached them to the cot with cuffs. Hailey could move a little, but not much. 

Nick took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. "Being a slave is not all pain and punishment, Blondie. If you please your master, he will take good care of you." 

He kissed her on the forehead. "Don't entertain thoughts of escaping, Blondie. We are miles from nowhere, the house is locked and secured, and there are cameras in every room. Besides, punishments for escaped slaves, as history should tell you, can be harrowing. 

Remember, you will be done here in," he stopped and grinned, "three hundred and sixty three days. Don't do anything stupid and make your stay harder than it needs to be."

Hailey glared at him, but was wise enough not to reply. She would have her revenge, she vowed, even if she had to wait a year. And if an opportunity for escape presented itself before then, well then, Hailey's mama didn't raise no fool. 



Hailey's Journey Ch. 07



The rest of Hailey's week was similar to her second day, except for changes in costume. She wore a Playboy Bunny outfit, or leather corsets or short little cheerleader outfits, and carried out her dusting and serving duties. As long as she obeyed him, she got her reward in the night, when he would give her a nice warm, scented bath, massage her tired body, and tuck her into her little cot with a pillow and a soft blanket, and kiss her gently goodnight. His punishments were swift - any defiance or even hesitation found her tied to a couch, face down or face up, and on the receiving end of a nasty crop. Those nights, it was back to cold showers and cramped cages. 

Usually, in the evenings, she found herself kneeling in front on Nick, with his cock in her mouth, practicing on her sucking and deep throating skills. She found that Nick had tremendous self control, and could make her suck for a long time, until her jaws ached before he finally came in her mouth. And then she was given a bonus or paid the penalty based on her performance and her swallowing ability. 

The penalty was a good paddling on her rounded ass, and a couple of hours on a rough mat before bedtime. The bonus was sweet - he would tie her down to her little cot, arms and legs spread wide open. Then, slowly with his hands he would stroke her tits, stomach and thighs until her nipples stood hard and swollen. He would take a throbbing bud into his mouth and suck hard, while his other hand rolled and pinched at the twin bud. His teeth would bite down hard and Hailey would moan loudly with pleasure. The other nipple got the same treatment, while her pussy grew wet and her clit hard as a rock. By this time, Hailey would be lifting her hips pleadingly, wanting more. 

Nick's mouth would finally move down and lick into her belly button while his hands continued to play with her nipples. Finally when she thought that she was going out of her mind, he would gently part her labia and blow on her wet, swollen flesh. Hailey would be pleading incoherently as his fingers rubbed her throbbing clit and slid gently into her wet vagina. Then he would gently fuck her with his fingers as his hot mouth sucked and licked and bit on her clit. The orgasm would rush through Hailey, making her squeal and scream. If she had been a really good girl, Nick would relentlessly eat her pussy until she came at least twice more. The routine varied slightly each day, but by the time he left her to sleep, she would feel boneless and thoroughly sated.

In spite of these pleasures, Hailey had not given up her thoughts of escape. But she was always bound and gagged, and moreover, Nick never seemed to leave her side. And her mind was constantly confused with the fact that she actually looked forward to her nightly baths and 'rewards.' Surprisingly enough, the one time she had him in her "power" and vulnerable in her mouth, the thought of biting him – hard – never even occurred to her.

Nick, on the other hand, was quite enjoying his new slave, and was constantly thinking of new ways to train her. Her sucking skills were improving, but he thought that she could learn new and varied techniques. 

So he sat her in a heavy wooden chair in front of the computer and tied her legs wide apart to the legs of the chair. A small butterfly vibrator attached to her clit and nipples kept her stimulated. Then he told her to Google her way through cock sucking techniques, looking in images and videos as well. Hailey was faintly scandalized at the thought of searching for such "dirty" words. And amazed at the wealth of information that was available. She blushed at some of the explicit content available online and could barely read her way through the documents, let alone watch the images and videos.

Nick, who was working on his own computer was entranced at her blushes and wiggles as Hailey lost herself in her new world. He was also amused at the determined look on her face as she tried to learn new techniques. He knew that his power and control annoyed and frustrated her, and that she was looking for some way to get the upper hand. And she could too, very easily, if she set her mind to it, he thought ruefully. That evening, Hailey practiced some of her newfound skills on Nick. Nick, who had planned on cumming sooner than usual just to encourage her, found it only too easy to do so. Hailey was an adept student and a quick learner! 

So far, Nick had used only Hailey's mouth. Though he had stroked, licked and sucked Hailey's pussy and ass, he had not fucked her as yet. He wanted to introduce her to the joys of bondage and pain before he did that. But he wanted to make sure that she knew how to use her cunt and ass to pleasure him. So Hailey's next challenge was a row of bottles of differing sizes all lined up, waiting for her. Her task was to pick up the bottles with her cunt and carry them over to the other side of the room. 

Hailey stared at Nick as if he had lost his mind. And found her ass painfully dotted with powerful steel clothes pins. Nick sat back in his chair with a whip in his hand. "The pins will come off as you move the bottles, Blondie." Wincing with pain, she approached the the first bottle with trepidation. It was a beer bottle, empty of course. Nick leaned back comfortably to enjoy the show as Hailey squatted over the bottle and tried to get it into her cunt. Her hands were tied behind her, so her task was quite difficult. Finally, she picked it up and squeezing her cunt muscles, waddled across to the other side and dropped it in the waiting crate. Immediately the whip snaked out and snapped a pin off Hailey's ass. 

Next was a bigger wine bottle with a longer neck, but it still had some wine in it and was heavier. Hailey managed to pick it up, but dropped it halfway across the room. The bottle did not break, but wine spilled on the floor. She looked up in fear, but Nick merely ordered her to lick it up and continue. The wine in Hailey's by now empty stomach served to make her tipsy and giggly as she continued with the pussy workout. Even the whip targeting her ass just made her squeal and wiggle. 

By the time she had gotten to the end of the row, her flushed face concentrating on her task, her pussy was wet and slippery with her arousal as well. It took all of Nick's will power not to throw the smiling Hailey down on the floor and burying himself in her. Instead, he savagely fucked her mouth, finishing deep inside her throat. As for Hailey, she got her little bonus later that night. But as she thought about her day, she found that it was Nick's pleasure at her antics that gave the greatest satisfaction. This surprised her – pleasing Nick was NOT high on her list, in fact just the opposite!

Anal training came next, and as usual, Hailey was not happy. She was bent over the couch, ass high in the air, while Nick inserted a lubed butt plug up her ass. Hailey was tight, really tight and it hurt, so she pleaded with him to stop. "It is the smallest butt plug, Blondie. You should be easily able to take it in. Just relax and it will not hurt so much!" 

"Easy for you to say. What do you know about it? Let's see how relaxed you are when someone is stuffing a pumpkin up your ass" 

"Well, I did find relaxing made it a lot easier, so if you will follow my advice..." 

Hailey turned to look at him in astonishment. She forgot to tense up and the butt plug slid in easily. Nick pulled her up and sat her down on the couch. As she gingerly balanced herself on her plugged butt, Hailey looked questioningly at Nick, hoping for answers. 

"I didn't just get into this lifestyle blindly, Hailey. I have a mentor who trained me." 

"You need training to whip somebody and order them around????" thought Hailey sarcastically, but didn't dare say the words. Nick chuckled as her thoughts showed clearly on her face. He bent forward to kiss her softly on her lips. "Good girl, Blondie. One day, I'll let you vent all those thoughts, I promise. Anyhow, to continue, as a part of my training, I had to be a submissive so that I could get a taste of what my slaves go through when they completely give up control. Besides, using all these whips and crops requires practice" 

This time, Hailey couldn't stop herself. "Are you kidding me? How difficult can THAT be?!" Nick hesitated, made a quick decision and pulled her to her feet. "Let's see about that, shall we?" He placed a bolster on the couch and handed Hailey his riding crop. "Try and hit that bolster." As Hailey hesitated, he added, "Pretend it's me!"

Hailey glared at him, but lifted the crop and swung. To her surprise, the crop seemed to have a mind of its own. Inside of a satisfying, sharp thwack that Nick always seemed to achieve, it made a soft 'fump' on the bolster. She tried again, harder, and this time swung wildly and completely missed the bolster. The third attempt was no better. She scowled again at Nick, terribly tempted to use the crop on him. Nick raised an eyebrow, and Hailey sighed as she gave the crop back to him.

"Poor Blondie – don't worry, one day maybe I'll let you whip me." 

"Promises, promises..." But Hailey was relieved when Nick pulled her into his arms and kissed her. What started out as a gentle little kiss grew deeper and more passionate until Hailey forgot the plug up her ass, the fact that she was naked and virtually a prisoner, and threw herself into the kiss. 

Hailey was having second, third, fourth and fifth thoughts about Nick. As for Nick, he was having second thoughts as well. Hailey appealed to him far more than he had expected. He was seeing her in his life long after the year was past, and for a master who had never had a slave for more than a year, this made him very, very nervous. But the more pressing issue was that Hailey seemed to be taking her slavery really well – too well, perhaps??



Hailey's Journey Ch. 08



Things were going well in their little world, and Nick had very little reason to punish Hailey for the next few days. She dusted and cleaned, not complaining at her costumes, researched the Internet for other sexual techniques, and worked harder on her deep throating skills.  A couple of times, Nick left her unsupervised, though bound, and this gave Hailey an idea. 

So the next time she was alone, on the computer, she tried to access her email with a vague idea of letting people know that she was the prisoner of a madman. But even as she typed in her password, she knew that she had made a terrible mistake because Nick was right behind her. He was furious, but his anger was not hot and loud – it was a cold, controlled anger that was all the more effective.

"That will be punished, Hailey." His voice was quiet, but all the more frightening because of the lack of intonation, as was his use of her name. 

The punishment was agony. Hailey was strapped down to a bench with her hands and ankles tied to a bar on top of the bench. Any apology she might have made was stifled by a bit gag in her mouth. Nick produced an electric prod and set it at its lowest power. But it still hurt unbearably, since he used it on her tenderest body parts – her nipples, clit, just outside her pussy, her navel and even between her rounded ass cheeks. After the first round and Hailey was shaking and sweating, he stopped. 

"Obedience, slave. You keep forgetting that basic concept. And each time you forget, the relearning process will only get more painful." 

He continued on another round – the unbelievable pain made Hailey black out for the first time during her punishments.

Nick watched her slumped body with real regret. He did not enjoy giving pain where the pleasure was not mutual, and with Hailey, the punishments seemed even harder. Resolutely shutting out the image of her pleading blue eyes, he bundled her up in thick canvas and took her to her next punishment. 

Hailey woke up to find herself chained by the neck in what seemed to be a little kennel. Her knees were separated by a spreader bar and her wrists were connected to her knees, making it impossible for her to stand. An uncomfortable fullness in her butt showed her a tail sticking out between her asscheeks. Cautiously, she poked her head out of the opening in the kennel and saw blue skies. She crawled out to explore, and was immediately greeted with a flash of burning pain on her ass. 

"Did I give you permission to come out, bitch?" a strange voice roared at her. 

She looked up to find a huge man with a fierce, bearded face glaring at her. He brought his whip down four more times on her ass, kicked her over and punished her tits and finally her pussy. 

"Crawl back in, bitch. I will let you know when to come out." 

Terrified, Hailey crawled back in, her breath coming in great gasps. Had Nick become tired of her disobedience and given her to someone else? 

Inside the house, Nick was watching his cowering slave on the monitor as the bearded man came back in. His face was grim and he had to exert all his will power to stop himself from running to Hailey and picking her up and comforting her. 

"Are you sure you want to continue?" The quiet question made him turn around.

"Yes, Matt. You know that as long as she is trying to escape, she will never really give it a try. I thought the year's limit would give her enough hope to keep her going, but apparently it's not enough. And I really want her to try......"

A new voice joined the conversation. A petite, naked redhead who was kneeling at the feet of the giant spoke up for the first time. "Are you doing this because, if you don't, she can escape and then you'll be in serious legal trouble?"

Nick smiled down at her. "No, honey. I've set it up so that everyone thinks that she was in Aruba for a while to celebrate her graduation. It will be hard for people to believe a crazy story of being abducted by a computer geek, especially after we have been seen dating quite amicably."

"Then I guess you really want her to be your slave. Oooh, the great Nick has finally found IT!"

Matt chuckled, picked up his little slave and kissed her. "That's my Suzanne – total romantic."

"That's the trouble with you married guys," said Nick and then turned back to contemplate his own little slave. Matt reluctantly set Suzanne down, and started back to the kennel. 

"Are you sure you want to watch?" 

The answer was grim and resigned. "I couldn't live with myself otherwise."

Poor Hailey's day went from worse to hellish. The gaint dragged her out of the cage and made her crawl around the little garden on all fours over and over again, whipping her when she slowed down in exhaustion. Then he threw a ball, and Hailey had to run and bring it back for what seemed like a million times. Exhausted, thirsty and hungry, she drank water from a bowl and ate what looked like canned dog food. The worst humiliation came when he made her pee in the corner of the garden, whipping her mercilessly until she peed in sheer pain and terror. She was given a final drink of water that tasted bitter, and was shoved back into her kennel. As Hailey blacked out again, she wondered if she could survive this new torture.



Hailey's Journey Ch. 09



When she opened her eyes, she was back in her little cot. Her body hurt all over, but it felt and looked clean and washed. Nick walked in with cotton balls and what looked like antiseptic in his hands. He sat next to her, his eyes quiet and serious. As he gently began to swab her welts, Hailey burst into sobs. Immediately, he picked her up, cradled her in his arms, and tenderly rocked her. Hailey burrowed into his comforting arms, incoherently mumbling her pleas and apologies. Nick held her for a long time, until she finally calmed down. Then, for the first time, he carried her to his bedroom. That night, Hailey slept like a baby in Nick's bed, tucked safely into his body. Surprisingly enough, so did Nick.

Hailey woke up the next morning with gentle hands massaging her sore body. She opened her eyes to find Nick watching her with a quiet, thoughtful _expression. Hailey opened her mouth to apologize again, but he stopped her with a finger on her lips.

"Later, Hailey." 

He picked her up, carried her to the bathroom, waited patiently until she was finished and brought her back to his bedroom again. A tall, cold glass of milk awaited her, along with two pain medications.  Nick then propped her up on soft, comfortable pillows, and sat directly in front of her. 

"Hailey, we need to talk. Don't interrupt me until I am finished, OK love?" Hailey nodded, her heart beating fast. 

"What we are doing is not a joke to me, Hailey. It is very, very serious. I know we started as a game and a bet, but it is not a game now. I think I miscalculated when I did make the bet with you, and made a serious error. So now, you have two choices...." 

"I know what my choice is Nick - I'll never try to escape again. I promise, you'll never have to punish me for that again. I promise, I really do." Hailey's interruption was eager and desperate. Nick sighed and placed his hand on her mouth again. 

"Shhhh, Hailey. That is not the choice that you have to make. You can choose to stay with me and complete the year, or you can leave now, free and clear. Remember, if you do choose to stay, it has to be under my rules and conditions. I don't want to force you into something that you are not ready for." 

Hailey stared at him, shocked at his words. Her contrary mind did not want to leave now - was he rejecting her because she was too much trouble? 

"I don't want to continue to punish you all the time, Hailey. That is no way to spend a year - it is a waste of time for both you and me." 

"If I leave...?" 

"Your apartment and car are all waiting for you. You can just go back to your old life and people will think that you are back from a vacation. Even your job is waiting for you." 

"But if I stay, then I will have to obey you and do all the things you want me to do?" 

"Yes, I'm sorry Hailey, but that's the only way it can be." 

"Well, if I do stay, I can see you getting your jollies out of this, but what do I get?" 

"It is more than just jollies for me, Hailey. And if you stay, you can explore for yourself what you can get out of it, and what I get out of it, too. Besides, after a year of trying, you can go back to your life - this is not a lifetime sentence. Don't answer right now - I'll give you sometime to think about it." 

Hailey did think about it, long and hard. Her mind remembered the the loving care and the sensory pleasures during her brief period of captivity, as well as the dinners and the laughter they had shared before the abduction. She liked those things, and thought that if she behaved well, her life would have those things. The only times she was punished was if she failed to obey. 

And was obedience so hard, when it brought her pleasure and kept her busy? All those sexual feels and skills that she was developing made her feel free and adventurous - ready to explore her own body and limits. As for her mind, well, most people treated her like a blonde bimbo, and at least Nick had listened to her before he had brought her here. Maybe he would do so again. And after all, it was only for a year, and besides, some things with Nick were so much better than her dreams.... 

So when Nick came back, Hailey had her answer. Nick held her close and kissed her hard. "Now, we will start your real training, Blondie!" 

As Hailey's body and spirit healed, they went back to their usual routine. Hailey's chores varied from dusting, vacuuming, filing or light typing. She was getting good enough to make Nick groan with pleasure as she sucked him, and he was getting good at finding all the pleasure spots on her body. Her costumes were as kinky as ever, except she now wore a butt plug everyday. 

The routine in the evenings varied just a little when Nick began to introduce her to the joys of bondage. The first one was fairly simple. He cuffed her wrists to her ankles, lightly clamped her labia and attached them to thigh straps so that her pussy was wide open. He forced a large ball gag into her mouth, a dildo up her ass, and sat down on the couch with her on his lap, facing the TV. He watched a long travel program, while playing with her nipples and clit until Hailey was moaning and wriggling desperately. 

But he did not let her come, and taught her the second and third rules of being a slave: Cum only with permission, and never, ever pleasure yourself unless Master orders it.  The rules were reinforced the next day. As Nick worked on the computer, he had Hailey in a hogtie, with vibrators buzzing away in ass and pussy. With another ball gag in her mouth, he forced her to repeat rules two and three over and over, taking great pleasure in the gargled sounds she made. 

Fun and games the following day included Hailey being tied to the center table. He made her sit in a lotus position and tied her ankles to opposing thighs. A thick rope around her breasts were then attached to the ropes on her legs so that Hailey was permanently bent over. A dildo up her ass made the sitting position very uncomfortable. 

There were no other electrical amusements, but Hailey was horny and the humiliating bondage seemed to add to her arousal. When Nick checked her pussy a little while later, it was sopping wet, and he was very pleased. Hailey got her reward that night. But Nick still hadn't fucked her! 

Nick was certainly taking his time, knowing that his denial was frustrating Hailey. He wanted her to be ready and begging when he finally did take her



Hailey's Journey Ch. 10



"Now remember Blondie, no cumming unless I give permission, and no words. But you can scream as much as you want!" 

Hailey tried to remember these latest rules as Nick tied her open and vulnerable to his wicked plans. She was lying on a bench on her back, her hands cuffed together and then chained above her head. A small pillow under her shoulders proffered up her tits to Nick's lustful gaze. Her legs were spread wide apart and pulled forward, attached to chains on the wall behind her.

He stacked his implements for the session next to Hailey's head. She watched with wide eyes as he brought a flogger, a long narrow leather paddle, clamps and a butt plug that seemed to be made of four ever widening ridges. Was he planning on using all those on her? Was she being punished? 

As if reading her mind, Nick bent forward and tenderly kissed her mouth, nibbling on her lips and pushing his tongue deep into her. Hailey responded eagerly, opening up to his invasion. 

"Relax and enjoy, Blondie. We are going to explore this gorgeous body together." 

And so it began. Nick used his hands first, gently finding all her sensitive parts - the hollow behind her ears, the side of her neck, her upper arms, her stomach, the inside of her thighs, even the soles of her feet. Without ever touching her nipples or clit, he was making her pussy moist. Hailey still looked worried, as he continued to arouse her.

"What's the matter, Blondie? This is fun for both of us, so relax and enjoy yourself!" 

"P..please Nick, do I have to be tied down? Can I not have fun without it? I'll do my part to explore you too!"

Nick grinned and said, "Good try, Blondie. But being bound forces you to focus only on the sensations I am giving you,. You have no choice but to accept whatever I choose to give. You cannot turn away or run away, but you have to react honestly to me. Then we both can find out what you are truly capable of." 

"Sometimes, I will gag you too, or ask you to stay absolutely still and silent, so that you do not have the luxury of screaming.  Once again, you avoid distractions, and can concentrate solely on your body and its feelings. You will be amazed at how much your body is capable of feeling. And I enjoy watching you this way!" 

Hailey wasn't sure about that one, but certainly her body seemed to be responding far more than she ever imagined to Nick's simple caresses.

Nick took the butt plug and forced it into her ass up to the first ridge. Hailey moaned with pain, but it seemed to be caught up with her pleasure. Nick then used his mouth on the same journey as before, sensitizing her skin so that she felt that even the lightest touch to the right place would set her off. Her moaning grew louder and she arched up her back trying to get Nick to notice her needy nipples and pussy. His only response was to push the butt plug up another notch. 

Then he picked up the flogger and ran it lightly up and down her body. Hailey waited, almost not breathing when the flogger struck its first blow on her inner thigh. It felt so good and so bad! Nick continued his gentle flogging, watching as Hailey's eyes grew glazed and her breath faster. He made his blows harder, focusing on her tits and her inner thighs, careful not to touch the most throbbing parts of her. Hailey was now twisting and turning in her bonds, trying hard not to verbally beg for more. 

Taking advantage of her arousal, Nick pushed in the butt plug one more notch. It was very difficult since her ass was still very tight, and Hailey was feeling the burning pressure. But the sounds emanating from her lips did not sound like screams of pain - in fact, Hailey was pushing her ass into his hands. 

Now Nick began to hit hard, focusing his attention almost entirely on her nipples and clit. Hailey began to thrash around, trying to squeeze her legs together, trying hard to control the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nipples were so aroused that they were painful - she wished Nick would pinch them hard. As if reading her mind, Nick used a pair of tweezer clamps to crush the tender pink flesh, leaving the tips still open to the kisses of the flogger. 

He licked at the tips of her nipples and clit, then picked up the leather paddle. Now he hit the crushed nipples, her heaving tits, the inside of her thighs and even aimed a couple of blows to her clit. Instead of the pain and terror that Hailey had expected, this added to her arousal and she began to scream, the sensations on her body too much to take. 

She looked like she was going to cum and Nick wanted to stop her, so that he could prolong this torment. He took the clit clamp and snapped it over her swollen clit, at the same time, slamming the butt plug in to the hilt. And watched with amazed pleasure as the added pain, instead of stopping her, pushed her over the edge to a screaming orgasm. 

Taking advantage of her intense emotions, he pulled the butt plug out and replaced it with his steel hard cock which had been demanding its own pleasure. Hailey screamed again as the new pain invaded her ass and came down to earth, tears in her eyes, incoherent with apology for cumming without permission. 

Nick soothed her with gentle kisses to her mouth, her clamped nipples and her belly button. 

"Shhh...Blondie. We are still learning about your limits, and I will overlook your disobedience this time. Next time, wait for me!" 

Hailey nodded with relief, and Nick began to push in and out of her ass slowly. Initially feeling full and painful, Hailey began to respond as Nick continued his tender assault on her body with his mouth and hands. Soon she was fully aroused again, and whimpered for release. Nick who was at the end of his own control, slowly removed her nipple clamps, feeling her ass clench as the blood rushed painfully back into the tender tips. 

"You may cum when I remove the clit clamp, love." And Hailey did, loud and long for the second time, while Nick finally blew into her ass. 

Hailey snuggled next to Nick that night, feeling good about the aches and pains in her body, while he plotted his next move. 

Which was to hang Hailey upside down with a harness around her waist attached to the ceiling. Her legs were wide apart and attached to rings on the floor, as were her hands behind her head. Hailey was now bound in a perfect arch, her tits and pussy readily available. Her breasts were bound tightly with thick rope which was then attached to rings on the floor. Everytime Hailey wiggled, the ropes would tighten, making her nipples more sensitive than ever. That, of course, meant that they had to be clamped, and Nick tightened the screws harder than necessary, drawing moans of pain and pleasure. Buried in her pussy was a dildo with an ingenious attachment to a motor. When Nick flipped a switch it began to fuck her, moving in and out of her sopping hole. 

The crop began to snap at the tender places on her body - her ass, her pussy, her stomach and her tits. Initially, he hit gently, but as Hailey's pussy grew wetter, he made his blows harder, while the dildo speeded up. Soon, he was hitting her squarely on her pussy while the dildo pistoned in and out with great speed, and Hailey was desperately begging to come. Leaving the fucking dildo in place, Nick lay down his crop, released his cock from its prison, and kneeling in front of Hailey, shoved it between her bound breasts. A few hard jerks, a gasped command, and both of them blew it together. 

Hailey was discovering that she was a total pain slut, though Nick never used those words to her. Her pleasure was heightened by the fact that Nick seemed to thoroughly approve and appreciate her latest discovery. In fact, Hailey was enjoying herself so much that she forgot she was a prisoner. Nick didn't...... 



Hailey's Journey Ch. 11



"Please...please...."

"Please what, Blondie? I can't help you unless you tell me what you want!"

"Please, Nick, I want to suck your cock. Please, please..."

Dead silence greeted this request and Hailey's hazy, aroused eyes looked into Nick's surprised ones with a hint of a twinkle.

The evening had started in its usual way, with Nick wanting to watch a travel program on TV. Hailey, as usual, was bound at his feet, with ankles lashed to thighs and elbows bound together, thrusting her breasts high in the air. Her knees were wide apart, and clamps opened up her pink pussy and taut little clit. Nick had added a few extra touches to make sure she wasn't bored. A heavy rope was tied around her shoulders, and from the rope, hung three pieces of twine with feathers attached to the ends. These were strategically placed to brush ever so gently and tormentingly against her nipples and clit.

This enjoyable torture continued all evening, and even the beauty of the wild trails of New Zealand or Nick's promise that they would visit there one day was not enough to distract Hailey. She wiggled and jiggled as best as she could within her bonds, and Nick enjoyed her show far more than the one on TV. Finally, she began to whimper and plead, prompting Nick to ask his question. 

When Hailey heard Nick ask her what she wanted, she wanted to yell, "An orgasm, of course , you moron! You haven't given me one for days!"

But she knew that Nick would not respond to that, and she wanted to torment him at least a little, so she begged to suck his cock. Maybe she could work off some of her sexual frustration that way. Nick was initially surprised, and then he grinned. 

"So you want to suck, do you Blondie?" Hailey nodded eagerly.

"Then show me how eager you are and get me excited, slave. Shake those tits for me – do a shimmy and a shake!"

Hailey stared at him in shock. Was she supposed to humiliate herself by jiggling her boobs in his face? No way! Nuh uh! Not her. She shook her head violently and then glared as he calmly turned back to watch TV. Noooooo! Blushing violently, she tentatively began to shake her shoulders, feeling her boobs shake as well. Nick turned to watch the show she was putting on. Then, with a bored expression he turned back to the TV. 

Furious now, Hailey began to seductively move her shoulders and her even her hips, undulating in front him in an attempt to wipe the bored expression from his face. And was rewarded when she saw the bulge in the front of his jeans. Slowly, she licked her lips and moved forward, continuing to bounce her tits. Somewhere deep within her, she was horrified at the picture she presented, but right now, all that seemed to matter was getting Nick into her mouth.

Finally she was between his knees, her nose buried in the crotch of his jeans. She looked up for permission, and when he nodded, she began to unbutton him with her mouth and teeth. Not an easy task. Hailey almost gave up in frustration more than once, but plodded doggedly on, encouraged by Nick who now held a vibrator in his hand and did not hesitate to use it on her throbbing body. Finally his cock sprung free and Hailey eyed it as if it were the best candy in the world.

Slowly she bent forward and licked the length of his cock, lingering on the swelling head. Then she nibbled her way down the underside, reaching the sensitive area under his shaft. A few seconds there brought a groan from Nick, and smiling she moved on to sucking and licking his balls, feeling them tighten under her ministrations. Back to the head, which was now slippery with his precum, she sucked and licked a few minutes more before taking the rigid cock into her mouth.

Nick held her head firmly as he pushed down into her throat. Thanks to the tips on the Internet, Hailey tried to relax her throat muscles and breathe through her nose as her steadily skull fucked her, his movements getting faster and faster until he finally jetted deep into her throat. He then leaned back with a sigh of satisfaction and zipped up his jeans. He then produced wicked looking clothes pins which he used to dot her breasts, nipples, and labia, as Hailey moaned with pain and pleasure. And went back to watching TV, leaving Hailey as horny and frustrated as ever. No orgasm for Hailey that night!

Nick continued to train Hailey to accept pain and to enjoy it. He introduced her to whips, crops, paddles, switches, hot candle wax and electric probes, and watched with pleasure as Hailey's body absorbed it and became visibly and deeply aroused. She had no problems with Nick's rule number two - she was used to delayed gratification, and could wait until Nick commanded her to cum. Then she did, and found that these orgasms were long and incredible. If she had to wait a little to get eyerolling orgasms, well, then she certainly could, would, and did! 

Rule number three was not a big problem as long as Nick gave her mindblowing orgasms everyday. But then Nick stopped doing that - for three days in a row, he would bring Hailey to the very brink and then stop. Of course, that did not stop him from using her mouth or her ass whenever he wanted to. Hailey was patient for three days, but when on the fourth day, she was sent to bed, aching and horny, she just could not take it anymore. 

Though she was not used to masturbating, it seemed to come easily as her fingers found her throbbing nipples and swollen clit (apparantly a permanent state these days!). But it just wasn't the same. Nick walked in to find Hailey moaning, with eyes closed and fingers buried deep in her pussy, twisting around in an orgasm that seemed to be frustrating her with its wimpiness. He grinned to himself and left the room - to plan her punishment and her next lesson. 

So, the next morning, after a stern lecture from Nick, Hailey found herself bound with her ass high in the air. Nick warmed her up with the flogger, knowing full well that it was making her horny as well. He inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, caressed her clit with his thumb and used a thin, whippy switch to stripe her ass six times. Hailey screamed, counted and thanked Nick for every stripe, but the pleasure building up within her was worse punishment than the pain. 

Nick led her to a strange looking chair, if it could be called that. It was made up of a vertical flat board and had two legs sticking out of it in a wide triangle shape. Hailey winced as her sore bottom (adorned as usual with a butt plug) came into hard contact with the board, her legs and knees spread wide apart and attached to the legs of the "chair." Her arms were bound tightly to the back of the horizontal board, thrusting out her tits and perky nipples. 

Nick picked a heavy leather strap and began to whip her tits, focusing on her nipples. He watched in fascination as the nipples grew long and swollen, bouncing back after each blow, seeming to beg for more. Hailey twisted in torment as her plugged ass squirmed around on the hard seat and her tits and nipples throbbed with with each blow. But Nick could see her wide open pussy clearly - the clit was hard, red and swollen, and the seat below her was wet with her juices. Just when she thought she was going to go over that wonderful edge, Nick stopped. 

He knelt before her and kissed her clit tenderly, licking it once. Then he held it up - an extra large diaper pin. It was a specially modified pin, with its business end made of sharp, thin, strong surgical steel, but Hailey did not know that. 

"That pussy belongs to me, Blondie. You have no right to touch it unless I tell you to do so. So just to remind you, we are going to keep it pinned." 

He swabbed her labia with an antiseptic with a mild, numbing agent in it. Hailey screamed loud and long more with fear than with pain, as he inserted the pin first into one pussy lip and then into the other and closed it shut. He shoved a gag into her sobbing mouth, and with a rope attached her gag to a rope around her waist, so that Hailey neck was bent and she could not turn her head. All she could do was to stare at the pin on her pussy. "Every rule I have is there for a reason, Blondie. Your body belongs to me, and I chose when and where you get your pleasure. Practically speaking, once you have your orgasm, the fun is mostly over. The pleasure lies in delayed gratification, both for me and for you. And if you pleasure yourself, anything I do to you will lose some of its intensity. Think about it!" 

Nick kissed the back of her neck, pinched her nipples and left her to think about her actions.

It was a very penitent slave that Nick held in his arms that night, and he had a hard time stopping himself from giving her the orgasm of her life. At this point, he knew that she had to prove to herself, and to him that she could and would follow his rules. But given the fact that he had been sexually arousing her for a while now, it seemed unfair to keep her from cumming for so long. 

He knew how to solve that problem. The next day, he strapped a leather harness around her waist and hips with straps running between her legs and hung her from a hook in the ceiling. He strapped her hands to long chains from the ceiling, spread her legs wide apart and attached them to the ceiling behind her back. Hailey now looked like a flying marionnette. Then came vibrating nipple clamps, a vibrator with a clit attachment, a vibrating dildo, and a large penis gag. 

A flick of a few switches and Nick sat down to enjoy his own puppet show. The vibrators did not take long to get Hailey to the first orgasm, and then continued on without stopping. Hailey's muffled squeals, jiggling tits, wiggling ass and thrusting pussy were a great way to pass the afternoon. By the time Nick let her down, Hailey felt that she never needed another orgasm ever again!

So for the next few days, Nick continued to torment her, with very few orgasms, and Hailey learned to deal with her body. It was made easier by the fact that if she accepted her lack of cumming with good grace, Nick was wonderful to her for the rest of the day. But if she sulked and pouted, she got a cold, silent Nick who ignored her, except to tend to her basic needs. And so it was that Hailey decided that Nick's warmth was worth the burning in her pussy.

One night, after torturing and teasing her all day, and allowing her to cum only once, Nick came to her when she was in bed, soft and warm from her bath. He began to make love to her softly and tenderly, exploring her body with his hands and mouth. There were no ties, no gags, no whips or clamps. In fact, Nick encouraged Hailey to do her own exploring. Eager to reciprocate, Hailey did just that, showering Nick with kisses and caresses until Nick's hard throbbing cock finally entered her pussy. Hailey clung to him and waited like a good slave for his command – then her body arched up high in a sweet, sweet orgasm that drew his own.

That night, Hailey sobbed again, but this time it was with a joy that filled her heart to overflowing. And as Nick held her close, kissing her swollen lips and salty cheeks, he was very much afraid that his imminent fall was irrevocable. Now, instead of just a sex toy that he had expected, he wanted Hailey to be a part of all aspects of his life. So, he was just going to have to alter his training program... 



Hailey's Journey Ch. 12



With all the sex, bondage, torture, and more sex, Hailey's body was slowly surrendering to her Master. She woke up every morning, torn between anxiety and arousal, since she never knew what awaited her. While her body had more pleasure that she ever imagined, her mind rebelled, many many times before it was cowed into submission by her physcial pleasure. 

Nick noted this, and began to modify his training program to subdue Hailey's rebellious mind. He knew that only then he could have what he really wanted – a slave who gave herself completely, body, mind, heart and soul. Not any slave, he thought ruefully, he found that he wanted Hailey's body, mind, heart and soul.. 

However, Nick had spent so much time with his slave that he had gotten really behind on his work. Which annoyed his clients, who began to complain. Which in turn infuriated Nick because he knew he could deliver if those morons would only be a little patient. After one particularly nasty argument, Nick lost his temper and slammed the phone down. He turned to his slave who was watching him with wide open, scared eyes. He pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the study. Nick was in a bad mood and he was going to work off his frustrations on his slave – wasn't that why she was there? 

"You are going to help me file today Blondie. Make yourself useful," he growled. "And do a good job, or else..."

Hailey eyed him with trepidation. He didn't seem to be angry at her, but he was not in a good mood. She really did not want to play when he was angry, but she didn't have a choice. The decisions were all up to Nick. She waited to see what he had planned.

Nick attached eyehooks to two walls – one near his desk and one near the filing cabinet. The hooks were attached close to the floor, which made Hailey wonder what exactly she was going to be doing! He took a length of thick rope and made big knots on it, spacing them unevenly, then tied the rope to both hooks, stretching it tautly. He turned his attention to Hailey. Two lengths of rope made a great rope bra, lifting and separating her tits. The ends of both ropes were tied to her arms, leaving a little slack. He attached two bottle brushes to each arm so that their bristly tips were positioned right on her nipples. 

He made Hailey get down on her hands and knees, positioning her carefully on the rope so that the rope cut deeply into her tender pussy, over her stomach and between her tits. Hailey's favorite vibrating egg was buried deep in her pussy, and her ankles were chained to gether, giving her just enough slack to crawl. 

The ensemble was completed by a fancy plume buried deep in her bottom, the business end being liberatlly coated with Icy Hot. From Hailey's collar ran a chain that attached itself to her butt plume and then to a little red wagon. Hailey's job was to take the papers from his desk, place it in the wagon, and crawl over to the cabinet to hand it over to Nick.

A swat on her bottom with a crop got Hailey moving. As she crawled to the desk, the chain connecting her neck to her butt forced her to keep her head up and to watch Nick's amused expression. The sight of his cute little slave cart was enough to drive his bad mood away. The bottle brushes scrubbed roughly against her nipples, while the rope tortured her tender clit. 

Getting Hailey across the first knot in the rope took a few swats of the crop as the knot bit deeply into her pussy. She could not help wiggling her ass as the Icy Hot made its presence felt and that increased the workout on her pussy. The vibrating egg was not helping either as it took her closer and closer to an orgasm. 

By the time Hailey was on her third trip, she was begging her master for release. Nick was having too good a time to let her finish. Filing had never been so much fun! By her fourth trip, Nick had his cock buried in her mouth and was fucking her face furiously.

Hailey could not understand her own turbulent feelings. The various instruments torturing her body made her hot and horny, and even if she did not have the vibrator in her, she would still have been pleading with Nick. Even the thought of how she must look, pulling the little cart with a plume up her butt added to her arousal. 

But one part of her brain hated it – hated herself for what she seemed to be turning into. A slut and a whore who let anything happen to her body just for the orgasmic pleasure it provided. She seemed to have lost all ability to say no – she couldn't believe how her body continued to betray her. 

Self loathing and humiliation filled her eyes with tears as she crawled up and down the rope track. But still her body needed the orgasms and she could hear herself pleading with Nick over and over again. Finally after what seemed like a hundred trips, she heard the magic words and her body convulsed wildly in an orgasm that, as usual, never seemed to end. 

As Nick untied her and began his usual tender job of washing and massaging her sore body, Hailey closed her eyes tightly and refused to look at him. She did not know who she loathed more – herself or Nick for turning her into a mindless sex object. Nick was surprised to see tears running down Hailey's face. She had seemed to be enjoying herself just a few minutes ago! He picked her naked body up and sat down with her on his lap, gently caressing and kissing her. 

"What's the matter, love? Are you hurt?"

"I hate you! I don't care if you are going to punish me! I hate you, hate you, hate you!"

At Hailey's surprising outburst, Nick's arms only tightened around her. 

"Why, love?"

"Because .... Look what you are turning me into! A whore who loves pain and humiliation. What kind of a person does that make me? This is not who I am – this is not who I want to be! How can you enjoy doing this to me?"

"You know, I sometimes wonder that myself.."

"What do you mean?" Hailey stopped crying long enough to look up at him in surprise.

"Don't you think I ask myself similar questions? Why I enjoy tying women up and hurting them while forcing pleasure on them? Why I need implicit obedience and the need for total control? There was time when I thought that I was the original evil monster, you know."

"You are not an evil monster!" Hailey's reply came automatically. "You can be so tender and kind and protective and caring."

Nick smiled. "I am glad you think so, love. And you can be charming, loving, intelligent and funny, too. But there is a part of us – a darker part – that has its own needs , and these are different from what the "normal" world expects. We may not understand it, but it is there. And with me, you can explore those needs without feeling ashamed."

"But if I have those 'needs' why can't I be the one with the whip? I had enough guys crawling around me to be good at it, don't you think? Why should I be on the receiving end? You are forcing me to be a slave."

"I am not forcing you to be anything that you really don't want to be, Hailey. When you had all those males at your feet, what did you want to do with them?"

Hailey thought about those times – they seemed so far away now!

"I just wanted to run away from them," she admitted. "They made me uncomfortable, so I usually turned into a bitch and that chased them away. I tried to be nice and to help all of them, but they just didn't like it. It was the same with everyone I met – they all decided I was this cheerleader bitch and so nothing I did ever made anyone like me." 

" I never really belonged anywhere, you know," she continued in a weary voice. "Not even to the backstabbing cheerleader group. Do you know how hard it is to wear just the right clothes, go to the right places, eat the fashionable food, talk to the right people? There were so many choices and so many traps! I just wished that someone would have the courage to talk to me and tell me that they liked me inspite of the fact that I was a cheerleader, that I didn't have to worry about what I wore or what I said or......." 

Hailey's voice trailed away as she realized what she had admitted.

Nick's reply was gentle. 

"You are a natural submissive, love. You hate to be in control, you hate to make choices, and you try to please too many people. If that did not work, you turned nasty and emotional. You are happiest when a strong person controls you, leaving you with only one choice – to obey."

"So I am meant to be a mindless doll, just obeying someone? That will make me happy?"

"If your master really cares for you, he will make sure that you are valued not just for your beautiful body, but also for your intriguing mind. He should help you explore the limits of your mind and body."

"All those whips and leather and clamps – is exploring my LIMITS?"

"You enjoy it Hailey. When you focus on your body, it gives you the freedom to scream and shout and fully experience the pleasures of your body with someone you trust."

"So I trust you to turn my body into a kink fest, while my mind becomes a soggy, sex soaked mush?"

Nick chuckled. "I am not ignoring your mind, love. But the mind is easier to train once the body accepts the master."

It look a few seconds for the sentence to sink in, and Hailey sat bolt upright. "What do you mean, train? Train who? For what? Train! My God, train..."

As her voice grew shrill, Nick gently shook her to calm her down. "Train you to be the my perfect slave, love. I know what I want, and I'm training you so that you will be aware of my rules and act accordingly to please me."

"You mean, act like a mindless puppet!" and got a sharp smack on her still sore butt. 

"I don't want a mindless puppet, Blondie. I wouldn't be talking to you if I did."

"Well, if a perfect slave is not a mindless puppet, what is she?"

"A perfect slave is one who gives over herself to her master's pleasure. She exists to serve him, and in serving him, finds her own pleasure. Masters want different things – some are happy with sexual submission, some demand total submission. I expect a lot from my slave, Blondie."

"What is a lot'?"

"My slave lets her master make all the decisions, in every part of her life, including clothes, food, job, toilet ....everything. And for this, the body and mind need training. But in return, I take very good care of all my slave's needs, for a contented slave is a good slave."

Hailey thought for a few minutes. "Is that what you want me to be – a total slave?"

"I think that's what you truly need to be, love. And that's what I need you to be, too. Think about the past few weeks. During the times your mind wasn't horrified, weren't you happy? Didn't you have far less worries than you did before?"

Hailey sighed and snuggled deeper into Nick's embrace. Nick was right – the only thing she had had to worry about was whether Nick was pleased and as long as she obeyed him, he was so good to her, giving her more pleasure and security than she had thought possible. 

"All this is so hard and so new, I don't think I know anything about myself anymore."

Nick's voice was comforting. "That's OK, love. I do."

Now Hailey was thinking along the lines of being a "trained" slave. She was progressing well, and Nick had more ideas... 



Hailey's Journey Ch. 13



"Play with yourself, Blondie."

At Nick's quiet comment, Hailey's eyes flew open in surprise and she received a sharp smack across her nipples with a riding crop for daring to look up without permission. She immediately looked down at the floor from her kneeling position, but her mind was in a whirl. Pleasure herself? In front of Nick??

"I'm waiting, Blondie."

"Please, Nick, I can't, I've never...."

"Don't tell me you've never done it before, Blondie. Remember, I have seen you myself. Now come on, don't keep me waiting."

Slowly, reluctantly, Hailey brought one hand to her pussy, and received another smack. 

"On your back, Blondie, knees wide apart!"

Blushing furiously, Hailey complied, spreading her knees gingerly. She had been bound in wider positions, but then Nick had been in control. But now, to display herself so shamefully made her breath come in short, distressed pants, but secretly aroused her too.

Once again, her hands went to her exposed pussy. 

"Blondie, if you were a guy fucking a girl, and you made straight for her cunt, she'd kick you out in no time. Pretend I'm making love to you. What would you want me to do?"

Hailey made such a pretty picture, thought Nick, with her blonde hair spread out on the carpet, big blue eyes looking at him with a mixture of desire and distress. He didn't know what turned him on more, the arousal or the fear in her face. He watched as her trembling fingers caressed her face, fluttering over her eyes, ears and cheeks before outlining her lips. She then took a finger of each hand, slipped them into her mouth and sucked slowly before moving down.

By this time, her nipples were hard and puckered, looking like perfect little raspberries. Hailey gently circled them, then stroked and pinched them into long, throbbing points. Moaning with arousal, her hands moved down her flat belly to her pussy lips.

"Knees higher and wider, Blondie!"

Hailey obeyed, opening herself up wide for her master. She found her hard little clit and began to massage it, at the same time, thrusting two fingers deep into herself. Nick's avidly watching eyes and obvious arousal added to her own, and her fingers began to move faster. Just as she thought she was going over, Nick ordered her to stop. Reluctantly, Hailey removed her slippery fingers and breathed deep, trying to control herself. Then Nick asked her to start all over again!

This time, he gave her a little vibrator and asked her to fuck herself. Forgetting all embarrassment in her advanced, horny state, Hailey plunged the vibrator in with great enthusiasm, little mewling sounds coming out of her mouth. Nick freed his rock-hard cock and straddled her, using it to slap her cheeks and rub the engorged head against her lips. Finally he grasped both her tits in a cruel, hard grasp and thrust inbetween the satiny globes as Hailey continued to fuck herself. And he gave her permission to cum just he sprayed her neck and face with his own orgasm. 

He did not allow her to wipe herself off and she spent the rest of the day with Nick's dried cum all over her face and hair – just another way for Nick to show his slave that her body belonged to him, not to herself.

For Hailey was in serious training now. The last few weeks had been challenging for both master and slave. Nick did not consider himself a very traditional or demanding master. He did not expect constant kneeling, silence, and a blindly obedient slave who did not dare to look her master in the eye. But he did expect her to follow his simple rules and adapt herself to his lifestyle. 

He also needed to teach her to kneel, crawl, and be comfortable without clothes in his presence. These habits, he thought were necessary for both master and slave. For the slave, it was a continual reminder of her submissive position. For the master, seeing the slave naked, kneeling and vulnerable was a sharp reminder, not just of the power he wielded, but also the tremendous responsibility that came with the power.

But the idea of humbling herself quite to that level did not sit well with Hailey She constantly seemed to forget that as a slave, her only role was to obey her master. Not that she disobeyed - she did do as she was told, but only after a lot of questions and demands for reasons and answers. 

Now that the initial fear and novelty of being a slave was wearing off, and she was getting quite comfortable with Nick, she did not understand why she had to obey implicitly, or crawl, or kneel, or wear a leash or.......the numerous things that Nick expected her to do. 

The only thing she did not question was his sex and bondage games because she really enjoyed herself there. So, she got punished, though Nick did not punish her too hard because she did obey him in the end. 

For example, two days ago, she had protested the idea of kneeling at his feet in the evenings while he watched TV. Nick liked the idea of her snuggling at his feet. He felt close to her without having to be distracted by talking to her or entertaining her. Besides, he knew that she was really tired after a long day of play and games, and thought that she would appreciate the chance to relax without pressure. 

But no, Hailey had to protest. So he tied her up in the most uncomfortable position possible. He bound her hands with rope and tied them to a hook in the wall, with her face pressing up against the wall. Her bound breasts were pressed on the ground which was covered with tiny little grains of rice. Then he bent her legs over her back and tied them to the wall next to her hands. 

It was a good thing that Hailey was flexible, because the strain on her back was incredible. Everytime she wriggled, her breasts hurt and the ball gag in her mouth did not help either. When he finally untied her, Nick told her that she had a choice, like always. She could kneel, or be bound in ever increasing discomfort. Hailey had no problem making a choice after the first evening. 

Then there was the time she protested the fact that she was always naked while Nick wore clothes. Nick's explanation that as a slave, she could wear only what he allowed did not sit very well. As punishment that morning, she wore only clothespin zippers. Strands of connected clothespins decorated her upper arms, her tits (with close concentration on her nipples) her back, her thighs, her stomach and especially her pussy and clit. 

After a very uncomfortable breakfast, Nick tethered her to the ceiling and began to unzip her, kissing her roughly and thoroughly after every screaming zipper. He left the one on her pussy until the very end - the "owwwwwwwaaaaaah" of that zipper had Hailey promising that she would never ever ask for clothes ever again! 

But Nick did not want a slave who obeyed him because of fear of pain. He wanted Hailey to do all those things because it felt right, because it gave her the sense of surrender and safety that was her right as a slave. He had spanked her that night because she had, as usual, questioned him when he had given her dinner in a bowl. Just an hour ago, she had sat naked and happy in his arms, following his directions unquestioningly as he had guided her through a challenging computer game. Why could she not do that with him all the time? 

Nick decided that it was time for another serious talk. He picked her up from her corner, removed the clothes pin from her tongue and sat down with her on his favorite couch. 

"Hailey...." 

"Yeth?..." When he called her Hailey, she knew that it was time for a serious talk, though her talking was probably going be just a tad garbled for a while. 

"When we were playing the computer game, you followed all my directions without a single question. Why, love?"

"Because you are an expert at that - and I have no clue." 

"How about when we are not playing computer games? Don't you think I know what I am doing?" 

"Yeah, now you know more than me. But maybe someday..." 

"You'll know more about being a Master?" 

"Noooo, but...." 

"Hailey, I've told you this before. Being a slave means obeying your master without questions, trusting in him to do what is best for you." 

"Do you think that you are superior to me because you are a guy? Is that why I have to obey you?"

"Hailey, submitting yourself completely to someone takes a lot of courage, and you have that in loads. You obey me because you trust me to take care of you. I have to 'train' you to obey until it becomes instinctive. Then you'll be contented. Besides with all the bondage and other shit we do, you have to obey instinctively, or things could get dangerous."

"But why should I crawl and eat from a bowl and do all those things?" 

"Are those things physically painful?" 

"No, but..." 

"They annoy and humiliate you because you still think that your body belongs to you. But it doesn't - it belongs to me. And you do those things because it is MY pleasure to see your ass swaying when you crawl, not yours." 

"Why would you want to see me do that? Do you get your rocks off by humiliating women?" 

"It is humiliating only if you think it is. What does turn me on is to see you submit unconditionally and with pleasure to whatever I ask you to do. When you do that, I am in your power just as much as you are in mine. To know that you trust me and care for me so much that you give no thought to yourself. Not to think of yourself, but only of me, and give yourself solely to my pleasure. Do you know how wonderful it is for me when you give me that power – how humbling it is? You do that when I tie you up and flog you, don't you?"

Hailey blushed and muttered, "that's because I cum so hard." 

"That's not the only pleasure that you can get from this relationship, Hailey. Kneeling to me, safe from not having to make decisions, knowing that you will always please by just obeying – aren't they pleasurable too? When you kneel or crawl, you are letting go of the world of decisions that made you nervous and unhappy. You are showing me that you trust me to take care of you. Isn't that a good thing?" 

Hailey had found pleasure in all those things, especially when Nick had been pleased. He had been very generous in showing his approval. But she was still not ready to give up. 

"Why should I kneel, then? You can't deal with women sitting at your level?" 

Nick sighed. "Hailey, we have had many conversations with you sitting next to me, on top of me and at my feet, you know that. When you kneel close to me, it is telling me that you belong to me, you are a part of me, not apart from me. And there is no pressure either for you or for me to entertain or talk or anything, just a simple enjoyment of each other's company. Don't you feel that?" 

Hailey had felt that - for the first time in years, she did not have to worry about what kind of impression she had to make. But... 

"Why the leash? Am I such a bitch?" 

"There are two ends to the leash, love." "Huh???" 

"If you are bound by the leash, so am I, equally so at the other end. We are linked by that leash." 

Hailey had never quite thought of it that way.

"As my slave, you are mine, love. You obey me without question. In return, I take responsibility for you, and if you accept that, you need to stop thinking that this body belongs to you. It belongs to me, and it should do what I want it to do, without thinking. Doing all these things – kneeling, crawling, eating from bowls – makes you forget your ego and your sense of 'self' and that helps you submit completely to me. When you do that, I can take care of your needs and mine, and we'll both have what we want." 

"But that makes me sound like a mindless puppet!" 

"Hailey, I will ask for your opinion when it counts. It's only the everyday details that I chose to make decisions on. Details that you don't want to think about because they annoy you and stress you out! " 

Nick sounded so logical that Hailey became annoyed again. While he might not ask her just before he made a decision, he had asked for her opinions on a number of things during their many conversations, and had respected them. But she was still annoyed. 

"Thank you for that lecture, Mr.Know it all." 

For that, she was back in the corner, this time with six stripes across her ass, and a binder clip holding her lips together. But inside, Hailey was smiling and her pussy was wet. She was happier than she had ever felt before, and though her life was strictly regulated, Nick made sure she was well looked after. He also showed her often that he appreciated her, and was happy with her. 

Hailey was slowly realizing that she really needed Nick – that she had fallen deeply in love with him. Not because he was good at making her cum, but because of the caring person he was. Under that geeky exterior was a man who seemed to be the One she had been looking for - someone who looked after her, and cared for her, and listened to her. Admitting her feelings finally, Hailey decided that she was going to do all she could to make Nick realize that he needed her as well. 

Right now, just as he always did, Nick had given her just what she had needed. 

But Nick knew that he had to push her some more – a lot more so that she could truly understand what her life with him would be like.



Hailey's Journey Ch. 14



Today, Hailey was in her maid's costume again. This one was slightly different from the ones she had worn before. On the face of it, it was quite modest, with a high neck and lace collar, long sleeves with pretty lace edging and it fell below her knees. She wore black lace stockings with a garter belt, and four inch heels on her feet. But no restaurant would take her as a waitress without causing a riot, for this uniform was specially modified. 

It had a large heart shaped opening on the front, exposing the lush curves of her tits and her pink nipples. A wide V cut in the front and a U in the back of the skirt opened up her pussy and ass to Nick's attentions. Nick had added a few of his own decorations. Each rounded breast had five clothespins attached to them, for the ten chores that Hailey had to do that day. Each time she completed a chore, said Nick, he would remove one pin. He had, of course, sucked and kissed each nipple before placing the clothespin on, so they stood out hard and red. 

Handcuffs were a must, but these had a slightly longer chain inbetween the cuffs. These were then attached by a length of chain to her nipples by tight clamps. Hailey could move her hands to work, but any stretching required her to pull hard on her nipples, and Nick made sure that there were plenty of stretching activities involved! Tweezer clamps and thin chains attached to her garter belt kept her pussy wide open and vulnerable, while Hailey's favorite vibrating egg was buried deep inside her. A large red ball gag completed her outfit. 

As Hailey went about dusting and clearing, Nick sat down ostensibly to work on his computer, but spent most of the morning enjoying the picture she made, especially the pulled nipples, the clit throbbing invitingly in her open pussy, and the desperate little wiggles she made as the vibrator brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. He did all he could to help her along. Every time she completed a chore and came to remove a clothespin, he would play with her clit, rubbing it with his fingers, feathering it, applying little buzzes with the violet wand, or just kissing the inviting little nub. 

Sometimes, he would just stand behind her, holding her in his arms and kissing her neck and shoulders. Once, as she bent over stacking magazines, he walked up to her, kissed her round little ass and slipped a little dildo coated with cinnamon oil deep into her puckered little hole. He gently fucked her with it, watching with a grin as she squealed and wiggled. 

By the time her chores were completed, both master and slave were teetering right on the edge. Nick had to struggle to control himself while he waited for Hailey to beg. 

She completed the last chore, then knelt before him. 

"Fweez faffer, fweez fay ey fum?" 

"What was that, Blondie? Fee fi fo fum?" Nick taunted her gagged words. 

Hailey shook her head violently and gestured to her pussy. 

"Maffer, pweez, ey feelly ffeee fo cum" 

"Ah, you want to cum! Well....." 

Nick dragged out the words, then relenting at her pleading _expression, pushed her down on the carpet, and removed her shackles and her gag. 

Kissing her hard, he brought his cock to the wet, slippery opening of her pussy and barely pushed it in. He continued to torment her by going in little by little and then pulling out everytime she tried to lift her hips to pull him back. Having been given permission, Hailey threw her arms around him and desperately tried to encourage him to give her what she needed, wiggling and tightening around him until Nick finally gave in, and began to slam into her. The orgasm was well worth waiting for. 

Just another morning of fun and games for Master Saylor and slave. Nick was trying to get Hailey into a routine of exercise, housework, sex and fun, to absorb her completely into his life. As days went by, Hailey got to know Nick a little more and Nick got to understand his little slave. He was a morning man, but Hailey wasn't. Nick woke her up early in the morning, but he usually did not expect too much from her, other than the morning exercise fun. Now that Hailey was accepting and enjoying the sexual side of their life, Nick felt that they could expand into other areas as well and the first step was physical training.

Physical fitness and exercise were a big part of Hailey's life before Nick. She was used to jogs, pushups, situps, tumbling, and many, many other activities that were so much a part of a cheerleader's life. Nick was into exercise too ....he felt that a slave should be in top physical condition for her master to make full use of her

So Hailey found herself being woken up at the crack of dawn, fitted with jogging shoes and taken outside to the woods in the back of Nick's house. Nick gave her a pair of clippers and told her cut switches of differing lengths and thickness from the bushes. Then Hailey had to stand with her legs wide apart and arms clasped behind her head while Nick tried out the switches on her breasts, ass and the inside of her thighs. The switch that elicited the most squeals was declared to be the winner by Nick.

Then of course, came the costume – a costume for every reason and season, sang Nick cheerfully while Hailey growled at him. This time, it was a corset that was set snugly around her waist, supporting her tits and giving a lovely round shape to her ass. A penis gag went into her mouth, while a small dildo was wedged firmly between her ass cheeks – don't drop it Blondie, or you won't like the alternative, instructed Nick. Her pussy was not ignored – what was a run without Ben Wa balls? inquired Nick. Her elbows were attached to her waist and heavy weights were strapped to the palms of her hands – to develop her biceps and shoulder muscles, according to the ever helpful Nick. 

Small clamps with light weights were attached to her nipples, but her clit, which by this time was hard and begging for attention was totally ignored! Then the jogging began, with Nick generously encouraging Hailey with the switch. Usually the blows fell on her rounded ass even as she ran, but if she slowed, it did its wicked work right into her pussy. Hailey did not realize how long she had run – she was busy trying to avoid the switch, hold the dildo in her ass, ignore the nipple clamps and breathing with the corset.

An hour's jog and a quart of water drunk through the penis gag later, Nick declared that it was time to build her upper body strength. This time, the set up was simple (for Nick, that is). He tied her hands to a tree limb high enough so that her feet were barely touching the ground. Clover clamps were attached to her nipples, and Nick told Hailey to pull up. As she pulled up using her arms, he attached the clamps to the tree branch with a piece of twine. 

Now every time Hailey relaxed her arms, the clamps tightened painfully, forcing her into the best pull ups of her life. Nick did his own on a neighboring tree, grinning at her efforts and then came to stand next to her, encouraging her with helpful slaps to her pussy and ass. Just when she thought her nipples were going to fall off, Nick removed the clamps, licking and sucking at her nipples to lessen the pain of blood rushing back to the tender flesh.

Now for situps, announced Nick. He gave her a few minutes to rest while he did his own, and she could not help but admire his graceful form and flat stomach. Nick may have been lean, but he was certainly in great shape, thought Hailey appreciatively. He then told her to lie on the ground and sat on her thighs. The plan, he told her was this – he would spank her tits until she sat up enough for him to kiss her nipples. Then on the way down, he would spank her pussy. 

The spanks were gentle enough and the nipple kissing got Hailey horny enough to make her pussy really wet. But as she got tired, the spanks got harder, making her tits red and throbbing, and her pussy wetter than ever, the clit swollen with arousal and the spanking. By the time Nick declared exercise time to be over, Hailey was a roiling mass of lust. So was Nick, and the natural outcome was that Nick was soon buried to the hilt in Hailey's needy pussy. 

Seeing Hailey's response to his exercise plan, Nick decided that this would be a really enjoyable part of their daily regime. But then, he thought with a wicked chuckle, he enjoyed every part of their daily regime, though he couldn't say the same about Hailey!

No, PE was never like this, thought Hailey after each exercise session, but as she lay quiescently under Nick's clever, tireless hands massaging her sore muscles with tender care, the fringe benefits were certainly worth it! So far, she was having great sex and great exercise, good food, and if she behaved herself, a caring guy to snuggle upto in the night.  Life was good, wasn't it? For the first time, Hailey wondered if she wouldn't like to be here after her year was up.

Nick was aware that Hailey had begin to settle in with her new lifestyle. Sex, bondage and exercise were good, but he had other interests too, and he wanted her to be able to appreciate and participate in them. For instance, gardening....

During her cheerleading days, Hailey wasn't too fond of gardening. She did not see any point in getting hot, sweaty and muddy with aching knees for plants that died anyhow. Unfortunately for slave Hailey, Nick loved gardening. The first time Hailey was invited to go gardening, she told him politely to stick his shovel where the sun don't shine and to fly a kite.

Nick quite liked that idea – for Hailey, that is. In no time at all, Hailey found herself suspended by a leather harness from the flagpole in front of the house. She was also suitably accessorized. Little bells were clamped to her nipples and clit, making pretty little tinkling sounds as she wiggled. Her face and hands were protected by a helmet and visor, but from the gag in her mouth hung pine cones with peanut butter and bird seed coating them (Hailey had spent a furious half hour getting these ready). 

And out of the dildo stuffed in her ass rose a cheerful pink flag proclaiming "Cheerleaders Rule!" Buried deep in her pussy was a vibrating egg, with the remote in Nick's hand. Hailey spent the afternoon, chiming cheerfully as she squirmed to the tune of the vibrator, while birds visited her pinecones, and the pink flag fluttered in the breeze. The next time she was asked, Hailey went gardening.

Which wasn't too bad. Hailey worked in the garden with Nick, wearing nothing but shoes and tight shorts. She fetched and carried, dug, planted and watered on his orders. And she found that she quite enjoyed those times. Maybe it was because of the beautiful weather, or maybe because her limbs were free of bondage, except for the long chain attaching her ankle to the wall. Or maybe it was because of the smile in Nick's eyes as he worked alongside with her, or with his arms around her while he taught her how to plant. Or when he pressed kisses to her face, her lips, or to other sensitive portions on her body so that by the time they went back inside, Hailey was hot, wet and horny.

Apart from his favorite activities of exercise and gardening, Nick also had his little quirks and compulsions. He needed her to carefully fold the newspapers in order before placing them in the recycling bin. He needed his socks paired and bundled, his shoes placed in a certain order in the closet, his pens color co-ordinated, his files........Nick knew that he was obsessive about these things, but if Hailey was to be his slave, she should find pleasure in pleasing her master's little habits. So he began to train her in these areas, and Hailey as usual began to protest. Which in turn meant that she had to be punished. 

Nick knew that pain turned her on, and wasn't really an effective punishment in these cases. The first time she refused to fold her newspapers, he bought colored paper and made her fold three hundred little paper hats which he later donated to the local school. Fingers numb from folding so many sheets of paper, Hailey did not protest folding just one newspaper everyday! 

When color co-ordinating his pens became a problem, Nick went out and bought industrial size packages of five different types of pasta, mixed them all up and made Hailey separate them all out again. Pens ....no problem now, no sirreee!! 

When he found his closet in less than perfect order, his purchase this time was a large bag of small ball bearings. He spread them on the floor, attached magnets to Hailey's tit clamps and made her pick them all up with the magnets and place them in a large jar. Then she had to count them. 

After all these tiresome punishments, Hailey decided that it was easier to do the things Nick asked her to do. Initially, that was her motivation. Then Nick's approval which was warmly and generously given became her sole encouragement. Soon Nick had the pleasure of watching his slave cheerfully singing while she bundled his socks, arranged his pens, folded his newspapers....Hailey found that she took great pleasure in doing these little things for her master. Just small things in return for all the care that he lavished upon her. 

And so life went on. When he wasn't tying her up and whipping her, Nick showed her his computer games and used her to test out new ideas. He even talked to her about his serious encryption and security work. Hailey did not have a clue as to what he was saying, but she enjoyed listening to him. He gave her newspapers and magazines to read, sometimes even slipping in a Cosmo or two. He asked her a lot of questions and listened to her as she told him about her vague dream to become a teacher, because she really loved kids. They discussed their favorite movies, food, books, TV shows...

Almost like a normal couple, except Hailey was usually naked. Or tied up. Or unless Hailey disobeyed Nick. He was a perfectionist when it came to his slaves, and lost his temper quite often if Hailey disobeyed. He was also not a very social person. He spoke charmingly when he felt like it, but the rest of the time,  Hailey was either gagged or told not to open her mouth for fear of punishment. He had a sardonic sense of humor and a scathing tongue, which slightly worried Hailey, though it wasn't directed at her. He seemed to be perfectly happy reading or watching games or working on his computer. During such times, Hailey was either bound helplessly or kneeling at his feet. 

Surprisingly, Hailey found contentment. Her day was organized, her expectations set for her, and she had Nick's approval if she obeyed. She did not have to worry about doing or saying the wrong things . And even if she did, occasionally, she was punished for it, and then it was forgotten. This feeling was actually bliss for Hailey who had spent her life worrying about pleasing her parents, her trainers, her friends,,,,,, 



Hailey's Journey Ch. 15



Nick was a one man percussion band today and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. His drum sticks included a wide range of canes, floggers, whips and straps. His instrument itself was, of course, a much modified Hailey. She was naked, as usual, hanging face down, held up by a complicated arrangement of straps and ropes. 

These held her head up, compressed her tits into purple melons, and spread her arms and legs wide, leaving her body and its various holes wide open and vulnerable. Triangles hung from clamps on her swollen nipples, while little cymbals jangled merrily from the clamps holding her labia wide open. And Hailey had been making a lot of music this morning as Nick used his "drumsticks" to stripe and welt her ass, thighs, tits and stomach, with an occasional clash of cymbals as he caught her clit. 

Currently, Nick was taking a break as he stood between her wide spread legs. Gently, his hands caressed her thighs and flanks as he admired her seemingly never ending legs. Hailey's gams were the kind that men dreamed of, fantasized over and gazed longingly at. Nick knew first hand the kind of pleasure they gave - whether they were encased in high heels, thrown over his shoulders, clinging around his hips, or tied widely apart in any position that his imagination could devise. He pressed little kisses to the inside of her thighs, red and inflamed after all the attention they had been receiving this morning. Hailey slowly calmed down under his soft touch - she had been going out of her mind with the pain and pleasure that her body had been subjected to. 

When Hailey's breathing had finally returned to normal, Nick was ready for his next piece of music. He turned on the music on his stereo, picked up a pair of thin, whippy canes and took up his position behind Hailey. Both canes came flashing down, catching Hailey right on top of her ass and in the tender junction at the top of her thighs. Hailey screamed and arched as pain lanced through her body. Before she could catch her breath, the next pair came down, this time squarely on the rounded asscheeks. The third pair targeted the tender inside of her butt, causing another high pitched squeal of agony. 

Nick then drummed over her thighs and calves, giving Hailey a chance to breathe, before both sticks leaped between her thighs to catch her wide open cunt, with its vulnerable clit sticking out, red and throbbing. Hailey's shriek made him grin with pleasure as he targeted the same tender area again, sending the cymbals into a loud clash of sound as Hailey wiggled desperately. Her tit triangles then came under attack next, and Nick spent long, leisurely minutes there, striping the sore and sensitive underside of her luscious boobs. Hailey was sobbing desperately now, wanting the pain to stop, yet wanting the dark spiralling pleasure to never end. 

Carefully watching her eyes, Nick gave her a few more stripes and then stopped. He took out his throbbing cock and went to work on her body. His one eyed "tool" had a wonderful time rubbing all over her soft, welted body, sliding between her asscheeks, into her pussy and on her hot, aching clit, between her tightly bound breasts, and finally into her waiting mouth. Hailey used her pent up pleasure need to aggressively attack his rigid shaft, and with a deep groan, Nick pushed down her throat and came in spurts. 

Breathing hard, Hailey waited for her reward ....which never came. Nick untied her, and took her to a hot bath that soothed her welted body, massaged her with lotion and then took her back to his study to kneel at his feet while he worked.

Few days later, Nick groaned with pleasure as he came deep in Hailey's throat. She could take him down without difficulty, and she was fast becoming an expert. Hailey sat back, pleased with herself and waited for a reward...that never came again. She sighed. Nick had been very busy for the last few days. He had not played with her at all, just spent hours hunched over the computer, unless he was feeding her or fucking her mouth. Her burning desires, at this point, were being totally ignored. 

Hailey was beginning to learn that, as a slave, it was never her wishes that received immediate gratification. What Nick wanted, he got, when and where he wanted it. What Hailey wanted had to wait, sometimes it was never granted, sometimes she got it after a long while. Most of the time, it did not matter to Hailey. Nick kept her busy enough so that she did not have time to brood over her lack of satisfaction. Or he was tender and wonderful with her so that her needs did not seem important. Or he worked so hard, both at his computers and at keeping her safe and cared for, that her selfish desires seemed kind of unimportant. 

And somehow, not having her wishes met made her feel good, because she felt that she was doing her unselfish part for the relationship as well. Nick was taking such good care of her that she felt she needed to give something back.

But all that did not matter right now. Kneeling at his feet as he pounded away at the computer, talking on the phone, and handling the fax machine, all Hailey was aware of was that she needed to cum – really badly. She was wearing nothing but a thin chain around her waist, with a connecting chain that ran between her legs, exerting just enough pressure on her pussy to make her hornier than ever.  She shifted restlessly on her knees and found that her pussy chain was rubbing just the right spot.  She shifted again ..and again.. telling herself that she wasn't really masturbating. Just to make sure, she peeked up at Nick, only to find him watching her with a faint, amused grin on his lips.

"So you want to cum, do you Blondie?" Hailey nodded eagerly. "Wrong reply, Blondie. Your reply should always be 'Whatever pleases you Nick.' After all, you are my slave and my pleasure is what matters."

Hailey sighed and then repeated nasally, "Whatever pleases you , Nick."

"Let's see if you deserve to cum, Blondie. So far, your attitude has not been very good." He stood up, stretched, then disappeared out of the study. Hailey waited with trepidation – whatever awaited her couldn't be good. He came back with coils of rope and what looked like a low footstool.  He pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply before leading her to the narrow alcove in the study. One long coil of rope was used to tie her hands tightly behind her back, throwing her tits forward. He then ran a complicated arrangement of ropes around her tits and chest so that each globe was compressed into round melons.  

The tit ropes were attached to hooks low on the wall so that Hailey was forced to knee. The "footstool" was placed between her legs – Hailey was surprised to see a huge dildo embedded in it. Nick placed her pussy right above the dildo. As a finishing touch, he added clamps to her nipples with weights that swung with her every movement. 

"Fuck yourself with this dildo Blondie, if you want to cum so badly. But remember, you have to ask for my permission. If you don't, then...."

Hailey stared at him in shock. He really did not mean that she should hump herself, did he? But one look in his eyes told her that he was serious, so she gingerly began to move herself up and down on the dildo – with some interesting side effects as the ropes surrounding her breasts began to tighten and the swinging clamps tortured her nipples. 

Faster, faster she went, in response to Nick's command, and soon she was panting with the need to come. Nick had gone back to his desk, and in despair, Hailey began to plead. 

"Please, Nick, please let me cum. I really, really need to..I'll do anything for you, please Nick, please..." 

Nick merely shook his head. "You have not earned it as yet, Blondie. Keep going." 

Hailey stopped. She certainly wasn't going to make a spectacle of herself for Nick. Noticing her mutinous expression, Nick came close to her again. He held a crop in his hand. Hailey began to move frantically, but the crop landed sharply on her breasts, making her scream. Then on her thighs, her stomach, her pussy and even the vulnerable valley between her asscheeks. Hailey continued her dildo ride, the pain and pleasure as usual building to a tremendous arousal. 

As she humped up and down, looking into Nick's hot, burning gaze, at some point, she wasn't sure when, the desire to cum was replaced by a desire to please Nick. To see his eyes turn dark gray with his own lust, and to hear him groan with pleasure as he came. And Hailey forgot herself, forgot the way she looked, and concentrated solely on controlling her orgasm while pleasing Nick.

Her efforts were rewarded. Nick stopped whipping her and removing the dildo, lay down between her thighs so that she was riding him, encouraging her with hard slaps to her reddened flesh. Hailey worked hard on quivering thighs and burning body until finally she heard Nick say, 

"Cum for me, love."  She came, her eyes fixed on Nick's face as he jerked, arched and came in her.

**** "How can you have so much control, Nick? I just totally lost all control, but you were so calm!"

"Is that a problem?"

"Of course it is a problem. Just once, once, I'd like to see you kicking and screaming and begging because of me, instead of me doing it all the time!"

"How would you really like it Blondie, if I lost control and started flailing at you with whips and paddles, and tying you up in agonizing poses, and forgetting your safety and pleasure, while I just took what I wanted?"

Hailey shuddered at the picture he painted. "I wouldn't like it at all."

"One of the earliest things I learned was that I needed to be in total control of myself before I can control you. If I attacked your body in anger or overwhelming lust, I could quite easily destroy you because you have given control over to me. You must know this by now Hailey – the more you submit to me, the more power you have over me, and therefore the more control I need to have over myself so that you can still trust me. Believe me, I am usually holding on to my control with both hands and feet where you are concerned – my slaves usually don't have that effect on me."

The wry reply soothed Hailey, but...."Why do I have to beg all the time?"

"When you plead, I learn so much about you Hailey."

"Like what – that I am a slut with no self control?"

A sharp smack to her pussy made her squeal. "You do NOT diss your master's property! No, when you plead with me, it tells me that you are truly enjoying what I am doing to you."

"What??????" 

"Would you be pleading to cum if you were not enjoying yourself?" 

At Hailey's shamefaced shake of the head, he continued, "You are also telling me that you trust me and that you are putting yourself in my hands to help you fly free and forget yourself."

Hailey couldn't understand that again. Nick patiently explained. 

"No one likes to 'beg', love. They think that it is below their dignity to do so. Yet you can forget yourself so much that you are willing to show me how much I affect you. Do you know how much that affects me? And your pleading lets me know just how far I can go before you reach your limits. When you stop talking in sentences and become totally incoherent....." he grinned and stopped. "Besides, your pleas make me feel good, because it tells me that you are feeling at least some of the desperate need that I feel!"

Hailey thought about it. When she had been bouncing up and down the dildo, screaming and pleading, she had let go of every shred of self-control and had just given in to her feelings. Feeling certain that Nick would be there to control her if things got too wild. It had been the same for all the bondage games they played – when she let go of her power and authority over her body, she trusted Nick to keep her safe. In that trust, she had found incredible pleasure, freedom and peace. 

Hailey went back on her knees, leaning against Nick's thigh as she thought over the past few weeks. Thanks to Nick, she was beginning to understand a lot about herself and her responses to him. She liked being told what to do, and to find pleasure in Nick's approval.  There was no uncertainty, no worries about doing the wrong thing, and losing a relationship. Nick told her exactly what he wanted and that was that. He was also patient in answering her questions. Of course, she had a lot more to learn and understand, but in time, maybe all this would make sense.

And so Nick continued to teach and push hard at her limits, while Hailey learned to give herself completely to her Master. Things were looking good until one morning, Hailey woke up feeling bad tempered and ornery. After what seemed like years of obedience, good behavior and discipline, she really did not want to be a good girl today. But fear of Nick forced her up, and after her usual morning ablutions, she went to greet Nick and his exercise plans with a dark scowl on her face. 

Noticing her expression, Nick made a rapid adjustment to his plans. Today, he just fitted her with jogging shoes, a collar and a leash and began a three mile jog. Hailey pouted her way through the jog, grumbling and whining at the speed, the plants that got in the way, the uneven ground, the sun – but all under her breath. She barely ate the delicious but healthy oatmeal that Nick made, making a face and gagging noises. She washed up noisily, clattering the plates and utensils, until a glass slipped, fell and broke.

The sound of the glass shattering brought Hailey back to her senses. She looked up with wide, scared eyes and found Nick watching her. 

"Clean it up and come to the living room, Blondie – crawling." 

Shaking with nerves and fear, Hailey quickly cleaned up and crawled into the living room to find Nick waiting patiently. Next to him sat a large hairbrush.

"Over my knees, Blondie. I really cannot tolerate such behavior, you know." 

Hailey was actually relieved at the sight of the brush. How difficult can it be? she thought. After all, I have had worse! Soon Hailey was draped over Nick's lap, her face close to the floor, her legs clamped between his thighs and her hands, for the moment, free. She heard Nick pick up the hair brush. And without any warning, Nick began to spank her – HARD! As her ass fired up, Hailey screamed and hollered and tried to wriggle away, but to no avail. She then brought her hands up to try and protect herself, but found them firmly held, while the hairbrush continued to burn her ass. 

Then he stopped. His hands gently cupped her warm ass and fondled it, before running his fingers and knuckles into the valley between them, into her pussy, and her thighs. Hailey heaved a sigh of relief. 

"Why are you being spanked, Blondie?"

"B.b..because I was a little bitch this morning?"

A sharp smack corrected her language. "Because I behaved badly this morning?"

"Good. Now we can continue." 

At a steady, even pace, Nick continued with his spanking, ignoring her cries and pleas, her wriggling and kicking until Hailey could not fight anymore, and lay sobbing on his lap. "Almost done, Blondie." 

The hairbrush was replaced with his open hand, and the effect of that spanking was magnified by the sore, tender state of her bottom. Hailey howled again, apologizing, pleading, promising anything if he would only stop. Only when she quietened down did he actually stop. 

"It's over Blondie. Now crawl to the corner and kneel with your nose to the ground." 

At the sound of his quiet voice, Hailey painfully got off his lap, crawled to a corner of the room and assumed the humiliating pose. After some time, she felt Nick's hands on her bottom again. Hailey flinched, but this time, he rubbed cooling lotion to soothe her bottom, and then seated himself in the chair again.

"Come here Blondie." 

Hoping she was forgiven, Hailey crawled over to him. Nick had his pants open and at his command, she eagerly began to suck his hard cock. This was her way of apologizing and asking for forgiveness, and she did so with such enthusiasm that Nick came in minutes. After cleaning him up, she continued to sit at his feet, with her eyes on the ground.

A long finger tipped up her chin and Nick smiled at the sight of her tear stained, woebegone face. He lifted her up and snuggled her into his lap, his hand gently caressing her sore bottom.

"Why, Hailey?"

Hailey took a deep breath, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, but the answer came rushing out. 

"I am so tired of leading such a disciplined life, eating the right food, exercising, not watching TV and working hard all the time. I started when I was three years old and when all my friends were playing, I was practicing! I never had time to watch TV or movies or eat candy or do any of the fun things that everyone else was doing! I was so looking forward to finishing college so that I didn't have to be a cheerleader anymore. Now, I am back again doing the same things. When am I ever going to eat junk and read junk and watch junk and just be junky?" Hailey finished in a long wail.

Nick, who had been watching her with amused tenderness was suddenly filled with compassion. Poor baby, he thought, imagining her focused face as a chubby little three year old, practicing hard, trying to please her mother, her teachers, her trainers....His poor Blondie needed some time off, and he knew just what to do.

And so it was that one day, Nick had to travel to meet a client and Hailey was left alone at home. Apart from instructions not to leave the house (which was securely locked), not to play with any bondage stuff, not to call or email anyone, and NOT to pleasure herself, Hailey was told that she could spend the day anyway she wanted.

So Hailey woke up late, ate sugar coated cookie cereal for breakfast, candy bars and brownies for lunch and chocolate covered pancakes for dinner. Inbetween she napped, caught up on all the soaps and gorged herself on chips, cookies, popcorn and soda. By the time Nick came home, she was bored, lonely, horny, frustrated, and on a incredible sugar high. Nick had to let her run for an hour in the woods, and string her up to a tree with vibrators for another hour before she finally calmed down.

After her day off, Hailey was content to get back to routine and evening found her gladly strapped down for one of Nick's "experiments." This time, he subjected one nipple to the suction cup in a snake bite kit, and other other to a more expensive nipple suction machine to enlarge and elongate the nipples so that he could see which was more effective. He tested the effectiveness by seeing how many small pins he could get into each swollen nipple. As Hailey squealed and screamed and orgasmed her way through the experiment, she was happy!

Hailey had just one question after this particular lesson. 

"Who punishes you when you make a mistake, Master Nick?" She wasn't joking entirely.

"Why, you do, of course, Slave Hailey."

"I don't see myself running around with a whip. So, how do I punish you?"

"What would you punish me for, Hailey?"

"For being an annoying, bossy jerk!"

"But I am your master, Hailey. That's what we masters do!"

Hailey sighed. "Yeah, I know. I guess, since you make all my decisions, I would punish you if you made a decision that hurt me physically or emotionally, or pushed me to a point that I wasn't ready for or willing to try."

"And if I do make a mistake like that, other than the look in your eyes, what would you do, Hailey?"

Hailey thought about it. In her other life (as she was beginning to think of it) when she made a mistake, she grew annoyed and angry and it festered and ate at her until she hated herself and so turned her into a bitch. She was harder on herself than anyone else could ever be. But here, if she made a mistake, she was punished for it, then it was forgiven and forgotten. That was a great feeling for her.




Hailey's Journey Ch. 15



But if Nick made a mistake, no amount of corporal or physical punishment would probably take away the guilt and responsibility that he would feel for letting her down as her master. She really did not have to punish him – her emotional or physical distress would eat away at him. That was such an awesome responsibility. Hailey threw her arms around Nick's neck and hugged him hard.  Being a slave was so much easier! But then the hard part was letting go of her control over herself and obeying. 

That evening, Nick found it hard to sleep. He missed his Blondie any time she was away from him. His feelings for her were getting deeper – he wanted to give her anything her little heart desired, and to wrap her up in cottonwool (figuratively speaking) to protect her from the cruel world. But of course, this was when he was not tying her up and whipping her silly!



Hailey's Journey Ch. 16



Hailey stood nervously on the hard ground outside, legs spread far apart. Her nipples were clamped as usual, and she was holding the chain connecting them in her mouth, pulling tightly on the tender flesh. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and attached to a chain from her collar. Spread out in front of her were wicked looking little tacks. 

"Let us see how well you can handle the whip Blondie. Hold yourself up – if you fall, you'll land on those tacks and I don't have to tell you that they hurt! And if you let go of the chain in your mouth, you'll feel the whip on your pussy."

Watching her tits rise and fall with nervousness, Nick blindfolded her, and covered the tacks with tarp and soft blankets.  He took up a leather tawse and laid the first blow, almost unbalancing poor Hailey. With an effort, she straightened herself and took the next few bravely, her legs shaking with the effort to stand still. When her ass was red and welted, Nick stopped. He picked up a fierce looking wooden paddle. One hard blow, Hailey gave an agonized shriek, dropped the chain and fell forward.

Instead of the pricks of a thousand tacks, Hailey felt soft blankets. Her scream of rage was met with laughter from Nick – he so loved to fuck her mind!

Like the time he had used the self same tacks to quiz her on current events. He had made her watch TV news for a whole week. One day, he tied her tightly to the center table with legs wide apart, and sat next next to her with a box of tacks and a little vibrator. 

"This is the game, Blondie. I will ask you questions and if you give me the right answer, you get a little kiss from Mr. Buzz here. If you are wrong, a little tack will attack you. At the end of the game, I'll turn you face down and fuck you" 

Hailey groaned at the terrible pun, but was far more in fear of the pain that she was sure would come her way – especially when she was pressed down on the ground with all the tacks she was sure would be embedded in her tender flesh. Unfortunately for Hailey, she was right about the tacks. Her answers were more wrong than right, so that the pleasurable buzzing of the vibrator visited her far less than the sharp little tacks sticking lightly to her breasts, stomach and thighs. 

"Are you ready for your fucking Hailey?" Hailey eyed him pleadingly but was untied and led to the rough carpet on the ground. Nick forced her down on her hands and knees, and buried himself in her pussy. He had positioned the tacks carefully so that not a single one was pressed into her soft flesh in this position. Hailey came in sheer relief, in spite of Nick's laughter.

And then there was the time when Hailey was on her hands and knees as usual. A stiff posture collar attached to a butt hook kept her head and back straight. Stiff gloves supported her elbows to keep them from bending and her ankles and knees were spread wide apart and attached to bolts on the floor. Three clamps attached to her nipples and clit had a thin metal chain connecting them, hanging down below her body.  Nick lit a tall candle and sat down next to her to give her a science lesson.

"Blondie, I am going to place this candle right under the chain. Now this chain is made of metal and metal conducts heat. So if I don't remove the candle, certain pleasure points in your body are going to sing to the flames."  

Hailey stared at him in horror – he really wasn't going to burn her, was he? 

"However, if you manage to make me cum fast, then I will remove the candle before it does any lasting damage."

So saying, he placed the candle directly under the chain with the flames barely touching the links. Then he buried his cock in her mouth. Hailey licked and sucked hard, using all the tricks that she had researched and learned, but Nick was in no hurry to cum and was enjoying his slave's desperate efforts. Hailey was sure that she was going to be burned to a crisp, imagining the heat of the metal on her most sensitive parts. Amazingly, this only made her pussy wetter, a sight that Nick noticed with a grin. He waited a good fifteen minutes before he finally came in her mouth, and Hailey sighed with relief. But Nick made no move to remove the candle, even though she could feel its heat. 

He removed the posture collar so that she could look down. Well, the candle was burning alright, but it had shrunk so that the flames were nowhere close to the chain. Hailey had been in no danger at all. She growled in anger and frustration, but could not deny the orgasm that came with barely a stroke of Nick's clever fingers.

Could she trust Nick to always back off in the last minute? Of course not. Once, he shoved a big tube in her pussy and attached wires to her anus, clit, and nipples. The tube began to vibrate, greatly arousing Hailey. 

"Don't dare cum, Blondie. If you do, the electric shocks will be extremely painful." 

Entering into the spirit of the game, Hailey tried as long as possible, feeling sure that Nick was not going to allow the electro-torture. By golly, she was wrong – when she did come, the shocks made her eyes roll back in her head, but exponentially increased the pleasure of the orgasm! 

The one time Hailey was really scared was when Nick told her that her pussy was naughty because it wanted to cum all the time, and so he was going to sew it up. Hailey thought he was joking, until she found herself tied immovably to a bench with her legs spread wide apart. Nick made sure she saw the big ominous looking needles and black thread ("pink and black, Blondie- great contrast") before he blindfolded her. 

Hailey was in a total panic, breathing hard as she felt him smear something warm on her pussy and press down with some material. She heard him say "Sew time" and felt the light scratch of a needle on her inner thigh. She braced herself for the pain and held on as long as she could, but in a few minutes, began to sob with real fear. Nick's long finger casually tested her pussy and was shocked to find it dry – Hailey was really scared this time. 

Immediately, he released her bonds and cradled her in his arms. 

"Shhh love, you are OK. You don't really think I would do something like that to this precious pussy, do you? Love, come on, look down. I would never harm this gorgeous body, baby. I was just teasing you. Look!" 

Hailey looked – her pussy was covered with two strips of paper used for waxing, the overlapping edges of which were sewn together – pink paper and black thread.  Nick pressed his face to hers in a tender gesture. 

"It's going to hurt like hell when I pull it off, Blondie, but you don't have any new piercings!" 

Nick was right – it HURT, but he let the naughty pussy come quite a few times that night!

Hailey never knew what to expect from Nick. He definitely wasn't predictable or boring Like time he told her that he was going to leave her all night in the woods, hanging from a tree – and did. Or the time he strapped her naked and blindfolded to the table in their living room and told her that she was going to be a party centerpiece. For a long time, Hailey heard voices and felt plates and cups on her naked, embarrassed body. When she was finally allowed to open her eyes, there was only Nick and a tape player. Or the time........ And they both enjoyed every minute of it, from their own perspective, of course! 

Hailey did learn the lesson that Nick was trying to teach her. He could tease her, scare her out of her mind, and torment her mentally and physically, but she would always be safe with him. She could react fully and without fear to his machinations secure in the feeling that he would catch her if she were to fall. 

His slave was progressing along quite famously, thought Nick. Could he push her just a little further?  *********

"Come on Blondie, you are not trying hard enough!" 

Nick's voice taunted Hailey as she struggled mightily to suck his cock. This was not easy. She was tethered to the wall so many ways: from ropes compressing her tits into small balls, clover clamps attached to her nipples and pussy lips, crotch ropes cruelly bisecting her pussy and ass. Nick seemed to be just out of reach, and as she strained forward,pain lanced through her body from the tightening ropes and clamps. But she could not relax back either as Nick would begin to use the thin leather whip on her ass and thighs, which were already red and welted. 

She had been at this for more than an hour, and it seemed like Nick was nowhere near cumming, and she was nowhere near freedom. Hailey's whole week had been like this - an exercise in pain and seeming futility. Nick had been pushing her hard. His intention was to show Hailey that her obedience was paramount – and that was the only way to get his approval. And his approval was the only reward she could ever ask for. Hailey had her own agenda – she wanted to show Nick that she could obey him unquestioningly – as he had asked for. 

So, on Monday, she had played "snow bunny." Nick had dressed her up in a pink, furry snow costume that had covered her from neck to toes, except for large openings for her tits, cunt and ass. Floppy ears decorated her head, protruding bunny teeth were set into her gag, and he had blackened her little nose and glued little whiskers to her cheeks. Cheerful little bell clamps were attached to her nipples and clit, and a bunny tailed butt plug completed the outfit. Hailey was led outside where it was snowing. A sleigh, decorated red and green awaited them. Nick harnessed Hailey to the sleigh, sat down comfortably in it with a warm blanket, and lashed Hailey's ass with a whip. 

"Heigh ho, Blondie. Hop to it!" 

Hailey spent all morning pulling and straining as Nick rode the sleigh singing a very off key version of "Jingle Bells." Panting and sweaty, Hailey had not enjoyed it at all, but she did it without complaint because Nick seemed to be enjoying himself. 

Then on Tuesday, he had suspended her from the ceiling with her breasts dangling enticingly. All day, he had spent,whipping her with various implements and using all kinds of clamps on her. It had rapidly progressed beyond enjoyable to just pain for Hailey, but she had hung there, taking the pain patiently, and sucking his cock whenever he had demanded . 

On Wednesday, she had been tied ass up and spent the day with various plugs and dildos pushed up her ass, while Nick diligently recorded the results of "butt plug testing." Today, she was trying hard to suck his cock, testing her "endurance skills." 

On Friday, it was her pussy that paid the price. Nick wanted to see which hot sauce burned the most, so he used cotton swabs to dab her pussy, clit and even deep inside her vagina with ten different types of hot sauce. Hailey shrieked and sobbed as he "scientifically" measured the pitch of her screams. 

When he wasn't torturing her, he was using her body in other ways. Sometimes, she was a footstool, sometimes a corner table for his beer and books. One morning, she was a pencil holder, the next a message center with messages clipped on to her body with clothes pins. Sometimes, she was just a fucktoy.  Throughout the day, he used her body ruthlessly for his needs, but at night, she always was tenderly bathed and cuddled into bed, and Nick made his delight at her obedience clear. 

Hailey learned another important thing that week – though she may not have had any orgasms that week, she was still very happy. Because she had Nick's approval. Because Nick took such good care of her. In fact, an orgasm usually meant the end of their games, this way he was with her all the time. She felt closer to him than ever.

By Saturday, she was exhausted and in pain, yet when Nick called her, she crawled obediently to his feet and waited for the next ordeal. She was ready - again - to submit her body and her mind for his pleasure. But Nick surprised her yet again. He set out to treat Hailey like a queen that Saturday. He pleasured and pampered her, waited on her hand and foot, and gave her a day of total luxurious enjoyment. 

As she sat on his lap that evening, naked as usual, watching her favorite TV program, Hailey's mind wandered to the week's experiences. Most times, she had felt, not like a person, but like an object, a possession serving her Master. Yet she did not feel humiliated or degraded. Nick had shown no contempt, just a matter of fact need for her. He had, in the process, kept her close to him all the time, making sure that she did not feel neglected. Being a footstool or a message center actually made her feel that she was always a part of his life. 

Hailey was used to seeing her parents lead totally separate lives, with no real common interest. All their friends were pretty much the same, and the divorce rate was high. Even her father had never really been faithful to her mother. But this...she felt that she really belonged to Nick, for him to use as he needed. He could use her all he wanted, thought Hailey. She had never felt so peaceful or contented in her life, knowing exactly what her place was. She did not have to fight to stay there – she just had to obey a loving Master who knew what she wanted. Besides, there was no time to be bored – Nick's imagination made everyday an adventure!

Looking down at his slave's tired but happy face, Nick felt a tremendous sense of possessiveness that surprised him. She was his property, she belonged to him. And he took very good care of his things. Human property was different from other possessions: they had emotional needs as well as physical, all of which needed to be taken care of by a responsible owner. Of course, things got a lot more intense if the owner was desperately in love....

This week was another important turning point for master and slave. For Nick, the sight of his slave's tired but accepting face was the final straw. Watching her valiantly try to obey his very, very unreasonable and humiliating demands all week had made him realize the truth - he had found the slave of his dreams and more importantly, he had fallen deeply in love with her. Even as he reveled in the surrender of her pain, and had become deeply aroused by her tearful face submitting to him, he knew that he wanted her in his life for always. 

For Hailey, who had already accepted her love for Nick, this week showed her that she could, with peace, accept being his slave as well. She would obey him, unquestioningly, and in the end, his pleasure was the only reward she needed.



Hailey's Journey Ch. 17



Hailey followed obediently behind Nick, her heart beating rapidly. She was all dressed up and ready to party - for the first time, with others besides Nick. She was wearing a lovely peach colored silk dress and matching 4" heels. Her hair had been brushed to a smooth sheet and tied up in a high ponytail. Her only jewelry was a black collar around her neck and matching handcuffs that kept her wrists attached to the D-ring at the back of the collar, thrusting her shoulders back and offering her rounded tits to anyone who cared to sample their delights. 

She was shivering with fear and anticipation of what the evening would bring. Earlier, Nick had not been very forthcoming. After dressing her, he had blindfolded her and guided her into his car. He himself was attired in casual jeans and a t-shirt.

Her timid questions had yielded a laconic "Party time, Blondie. Make me proud!" 

The drive was not very long, but it seemed to take forever for Hailey. Apart from her bondage, Hailey had nothing to excite her. Even Nick was very quiet - he did not tease her as he usually did, nor did he even look at her. Nick's reticent behavior added to Hailey's confusion - had she done anything wrong? Was he going to give her away? She had heard of slave exchanges and auctions, and her insides churned at the thought. Surely Nick would tell her? Maybe it was just a party...

Nick finally parked the car, and took her out, his gentle hand on her waist guiding her. Once inside a building of some sort, Nick had removed the blindfold. Hailey looked around to find herself in the foyer of a club. Voices, the chink of glass and the clink of ice were all familiar sounds - but Hailey could also hear screams and moans accompanying the unmistakable sounds of floggers and whips. Hailey's cunt moistened at the sound - was she going to join those sounds?

A courtly old man in a tux greeted them politely. 

"Good evening Mr. Saylor. We are glad to see you again. Everything is in readiness, just as you asked for."

Both of them completely ignored Hailey as Nick signed a proferred book and thanked the old man. Nick then attached a leash to Hailey's collar and led her down a long corridor. Hailey wiggled her butt in excitement as she wondered what delights were in store for her. Was she finally going to meet his friends - or other Masters and slaves as she had read about on the Internet? Was this where Masters put on a show and exhibited their slaves' skills? She hoped that Nick would be proud of her by the end of the evening. Her head was whirling with the confused mass of emotions churning inside her, seesawing between fear and excitement.

They finally reached a room at the end of the corridor. Nick opened the door and pushed Hailey in. Curiously, Hailey lifted her head to look at her surroundings and stopped in shock as she heard a familiar, detested voice...

*******

It had been just a few days ago that both Hailey and Nick had acknowledged, at least to themselves, that they had deep feelings for each other. This had resulted in greater obedience on Hailey's part, and contradictorily, greater demands on Nick's part. He used her ruthlessly for his pleasure, dreaming up new tortures and new bondage positions every day. Normally, he would have made certain that Hailey enjoyed herself as well, but for a few days, he was harsh and unyielding. 

These days were not fun for Hailey, and surprisingly enough, they were not fun for Nick as well. Hailey had surrendered her body to his needs, and Nick could use her any way he wanted for his pleasure. But he discovered that his pleasure was tied up with hers - unless she was enjoying herself, he was not fully satisfied, even if he fucked her ten ways to Sunday. This emotion was new to Nick - he was not an uncaring master, but thus far, he had felt that a slave existed to serve, and if they found pleasure on the way, good for them - he was not going to expressly cater to them. But now he found himself looking for ways to please Hailey and himself - and found that her joy increased his enjoyment manyfold.

So they entered into another phase of their relationship. Nick made great efforts to know and understand Hailey. He talked to her, listened to her, and tried to find out what made her tick. Hailey was in heaven - this was the Nick she loved, and she tried to show him how she felt in as many ways as she could. Of course, her obedience was all he ever asked for, but lately, he seemed to like her hugs and kisses as well! 

For the first time since her captivity, he took her out as well. They went to buy groceries and Nick let Hailey choose stuff for them. Or they went to the mall to buy stuff for the house or gifts for Nick's employees. They went to the park just to walk and be with each other. A couple of times, Nick even took her to dinner and dancing. And he took great care to see that these were "special" to Hailey. 

For instance, the last time he took her out, he dressed her up in pretty blue sundress that matched her eyes. Her sandals were blue with normal heels. Her blonde hair had been brushed shiny and left loose around her shoulders. Nick gave her pretty sapphire and diamond earrings to wear. Hailey looked gorgeous - but she also looked just a tad uncomfortable. For she was not only well dressed on the outside - she was also well dressed on the inside. No ordinary bra and panties for his Blondie - just the best in sexual torment. 

A leather band went around her waist with a cross piece bisecting her crotch. Attached to her clit and kept in place by the cross piece was a gently buzzing butterfly vibrator. A vibrating dildo filled her ass nicely; her throbbing nipples were, of course clamped. Not any ordinary clamps - these were clover clamps attached to the waist band with a thin chain. But her yearning cunt remained empty and unfilled.

Hailey soon understood the diabolical nature of her torment. The gently vibrating butterfly and dildo kept her on the edge of arousal, leaving her cunt grasping at empty air. The tender nipples added to her arousal, until Nick suddenly increased the speed of the vibrators. The sudden jerk of her body caused the clamps to tighten with white flashes of pain - and being the pain slut she was, this further added to her cunt's desire. Hailey spent the evening in a daze, alternating between pain and an advanced state of horniness. By the time Nick took her home, she was literally gibbering, begging for relief.

Back home, Nick surprised her again. He removed her outfit, told her to take a shower, undressed and went to bed. Horny and unsatisfied, Hailey came out of the shower to glare at his supine form. Nick looked up and grinned at her.

"You look like you want something really badly, Blondie. Show some initiative - go and get it!"

With a growl of delight, Hailey pounced on Nick. She was going to show him, she was. She was going to tease and torment him until he realized how she felt when he was making her beg. And so she began - to kiss and caress every inch of his body, finding all the secret responsive corners. Her tongue gently licked at his lips and plunged inside his hot mouth to duel and dance with his own, while her hands moved all over. She turned her attention to his neck and his flat male nipples, now little beads of arousal. She nibbled her way down his stomach, then completely ignoring his rampant arousal, moved down to lick and nibble at his calves and thighs. 

Nick was groaning in pleasure by the time she finally returned to his cock. Her hands first, gently rolling his balls, seeking the sensitive base of his cock, then the long length of his erection. Her tongue lightly licking along the length of it, nibbling on his balls, stroking around the engorged head. Then she finally took him into her hot, hot mouth, and the suction had him arching off the bed.

But that night, Hailey learned another lesson. Nick gave himself to her wholly and unreservedly, holding nothing back. And Hailey realised that the responsibility for pleasuring someone who surrendered to completely was entirely with her. She had to control herself, holding herself severely in check so that she could pleasure him as well. She realized how much control Nick had been exercising over himself during the past few months as he worked to please her. She had just lain there, letting him take responsibility, but he had to think of all the wonderful things he had done to her, and then hold his passions in check as he had worked on arousing her. If Hailey had any doubts before, they were gone, washed away in Nick's generosity. That had been a week ago....

*********

"Well, well, here's the cheerleading cunt slut who thought she was too good for us. Come on in, stupid whore, and let's show you who's in charge!" 

The sneering voice brought Hailey back to the present with a shock, as another, equally obnoxious voice joined in.

"Aw, she's all dressed up for us. Pity, she won't be needing that pretty dress for long!"

Breathing hard with fear and disbelief, Hailey looked into the face of two of her jock classmates from college. They had tried hard to get into her pants, and she had turned them down repeatedly. In fact, towards the end, she had been pretty nasty and insulting to them. But now.......

She shook her head violently and turned to look at Nick. 

"Nick....."

and stared in growing horror at his inflexible expression. Nick knew - and yet he expected her to....

"These gentlemen have requested the pleasure of your company for this evening. You will obey them as explicitly as you obey me."

With these words, he pushed her further into the room, and then left, closing the door behind him. Hailey turned around to face her "masters" for the evening. the expression on their faces did not bode well for her.

"Well, slave - hey, what should we name our slave?"

"How about cock sucker?"

"No, shiteater!"

"Stupid whore!"

"Man, look at her tits - she's such a cow! A dirty little cow!"

"OK, that's it. Cowslut it is. Hey cowslut, get naked!"

Hailey, who by now, was scarlet with anger and humiliation, just stared back. Get naked? Her hands were cuffed, morons. One of them walked up to her and slapped her hard.

"Stop staring like a drooling idiot, cowslut. Now, find a way to get out of that dress."

Head ringing from the slap, Hailey tried to wiggle out of the dress, but with her tethered hands, it was impossible. After watching her gyrations for a few minutes snickering all the time, Jock2 spoke.

"Well, that's the first act of disobedience, cowslut. Now we have to whip it offa you."

"Great idea," agreed Jock1. 

Each of them took a single tailed whip and began to hit her, concentrating on her tits, ass and thighs. The delicate silk began to tear under their onslaught, Hailey bore the pain as much as she could, but a particularly vicious blow to her nipples made her cry out. Immediately, they stopped whipping her, and one of them placed a clothespin on her heaving breast. 

"We'll keep count of the number of times you sing, cowslut, and you will get a special surprise later," chuckled Jock1. 

Hailey did not think that she'd like their surprise very much, as they resumed their whipping. By the time the dress was completely shredded, Hailey had welts all over her smooth body, and had collected three more clothespins. Both men finally dropped the whips and stepped to the end of the room.

"On your knees, slut. Now crawl to us."

Painfully, Hailey dropped down on her knees, trying not to overbalance and fall. She begain to move on her knees towards them.

"We said crawl, cowslut. Are you such a cocksucking whore that your cumfilled brain cannot understand simple directions?"

"Oooh, cowslut's hands are tied! It cannot use its hands. How can stupid cowslut crawl? I know - look at its huge tits! Use your tits and crawl, you little piece of waste!"

Hailey bent over, pushing her tits against the cold floor, and began to move slowly. All the while, her brain was racing with the horror and humiliation of her position. How could Nick do this to her? How could he put her in the hands of the two biggest jerks she ever had the misfortune to meet? Did Nick hate her? Was he so sadistic that her pain and degradation turned him on? She had thought that he was a loving Master who cared for her emotional needs. Was she wrong?

As she made her way painfully across the room, her ass swaying in the air, Hailey drew a deep breath. She was Nick's slave, she thought. Her only purpose was to please her master, not herself. No matter how unpleasant things were, she was not going to look at the personal cost, but she was going to use it as an opportunity to show her love for the master. Right now, she had a choice, like always. She could look at this as insulting and mortifying to Hailey and walk away in anger and shame. 

But if she obeyed these two jokers, she would be fulfilling her master's orders. Her body belonged to him, and what pleased him was what pleased her. She would look at this ordeal, not as two morons taking revenge on Hailey, but as slave Hailey obeying her master. She would do her best, giving all her love and all her submission. She could show him that he was the most important thing in her life, and if a little pain and humiliation was what it took to prove her love, well, she could handle it. And if she thought of Nick, she could bear anything they threw at her, no matter how bad it got.

And it got pretty bad.



Hailey's Journey Ch. 18



Hailey snuggled back against Nick as they continued to play the "Friends" trivia game with his circle of friends. All around them, slaves sat in various states of undress, being distracted from the game by their Dom(mes). Nick's fingers were gently tormenting Hailey's clit, stroking, circling, squeezing, and Hailey was going happily crazy. He also occasionally tugged on the clamps adorning her swollen nipples, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her. The feel of his hard cock throbbing against her bottom added to her pleasure - Nick was just as aroused as she was. 

In front of them, a hapless slave was tied "Eiffel Tower" position - hands attached to a chain from the ceiling and legs spread wide apart. Her Master had warmed her up with a flogger and her body shone a light pink. Throbbing vibrators were buried in her pussy and ass, and of course she had instructions NOT to come. She was, after all, the scoreboard. Her squeals, accompanying a violet wand applied strategically, signalled the turn of each team. The teams were made up of a Dom(me) and slave. There were five teams playing the game, excluding the scoreboard's Master. Each time a team scored, different colored clothespins were applied to the scoreboard. Right now, she bristled like a colorful porcupine. At the end of the game, the winning team got to play with her. And Hailey's obsession with Friends was finally paying off - they were winning!

Hailey looked around the room, marvelling at this unique group. There were three Doms and two Dommes with their male and female slaves - all of them seemingly happy with their respective roles. This was an exclusive club that Nick belonged to - a club where Masters and slaves could indulge in their lifestyles, learn their respective roles, and find support. Hailey liked that idea that there were other slaves that she could share her thoughts and feelings with. She was surprised at the speed in which they had assimilated her into their group, and how quickly she felt comfortable with them. But just two weeks ago, in this same club, she had been so terrified..........

*********

Hailey crawled painfully and slowly towards the two goons. They encouraged her with loud insults and descriptions of what they were going to do to her. They were going to whip her until she bled, they told her. Then they were going to tie up her tits and cunt with barbed wire and use a tazer on her. They were going to stuff her ass and mouth with huge, inflated dildos and fist her with hot sauce. They were going to .......

Hailey was literally mindless with fear when she finally reached them. They grabbed her roughly and pulled her upright. Her dress came off easily - it was already torn beyond recognition. They pulled off the clothespins, the collar and handcuffs, until Hailey was clad only in her high heels, trembling with fear. One of them pulled her by her nipples to the corner where a horizontal board was attached to the wall. It was almost at the height of her hips. He made Hailey straddle the board, which had a thin edge to it. The thin edge was right at her cunt, but not quite there. 

The other began to arrange Hailey to his satisfaction. He gagged her with a large penis trainer. He tied ropes to her wrists which he then attached to a pulley system in the ceiling. There was a large amount of rope left, and just as Hailey was wondering why, he used the ropes to wrap them tightly around her breasts, until they stood out like hard melons. 

"Pull the ropes, cowslut!" 

The command was accompanied by a painfull twisting of her swollen nipples. Hailey cried out and pulled. Immediately the ropes tightened on her tits and pulled them up so that they seemed to be standing out by themselves. Not a pleasant experience - Hailey stopped pulling, hoping they weren't going to ask her to keep pulling. They didn't - they had just satisfied themselves that their idea was working. They pulled a leather hood over Hailey's head, effectively cutting out sight, sound and smell. She could feel them tie something to her ponytail, and remove her shoes. Now the board between her legs was pressing sharply and painfully into her pussy. Trembling, Hailey waited for the next torment. And waited......

************

A squeal from the score board recalled her to the next question.

"A tape! A tape that Janice had made for him! That's what Chandler gave Monica on their Valentine's day."

Hailey answered yet another question correctly and watched as a pink clothespin was added to the scoreboard's slender hip, causing her to squeal. The squeal became a scream as the violet wand made a stab between her well decorated ass cheeks. Noticing her distress, her Master soothed her with gentle words and kisses, while stroking her face. She calmed down and nuzzled her face into his neck. 

Nick watched this byplay between Master and slave as he inserted two long fingers into Hailey's pussy as a reward for her correct answer. With pleasure, he felt her tight, hot channel squeeze his fingers, and he smiled into her blue eyes. He'd almost lost her after his foolish "test." His thoughts also went back to that day, two weeks ago......

********

When he had led Hailey into that room and seen the shock and horror on her face, it had taken all he had to walk away from her. He had stood outside, watching through the two way mirror, tense and ready to run in if necessary. The hurt look in her eyes when those two goons had insulted her was almost too much to bear, and when the whipping had started, his friends had to stop him from rushing in and ruining the plan. One large part of him had been appalled at what he was putting Hailey through.

But...in the end, his insecurities had been too strong, and that had guided his actions. Hailey had become so important to him that he could not envision a future without her. But there were so many obstacles. Right now, Hailey was happy with him, but for how long? Could he count on her? Was it possible to build a long term master slave relationship that both of them were happy with? 

Nick had been burned before - the submissives that he had dealt with had always fallen short. They had wanted more pain and humiliation than he was willing to give, or they had burst into tears at his caustic conversation, or found him boring other than for sex, or worst of all, they had wanted his money. Going even further back, his high school and college years had been full of taunts at his geekiness.

Hailey was so different. She didn't mind his occasional moodiness, or his sarcastic comments. Her cheerful nature usually made him feel better - and tormenting her was such a pleasure. She seemed to be happy to be with him too, but Nick could not forget the fact that he had tricked and abducted her. Would she ... could she give herself to him completely? Before he could declare his love for her, Nick needed to know - he needed proof. 

An analytical part of his brain realized that his lack of confidence in himself was directing this deplorable behavior, but he had not been able to stop himself. He worked hard to convince himself that this was just a way to push her limits - and as her master, it was his responsibility to discover her needs and her limits, and to provide for them. And as he had watched her submit obediently to her tomentors, he had suffered along with her, but deep inside, he had exulted in this demonstration of the depth of Hailey's feelings for him.

And the sight of her in leather and ropes really did turn him on.....

Hailey was beginning to understand the painful position she was in. Right now, her pussy was pressing hard into the the board and it hurt! She could stand on tiptoe and avoid this pain, so she did just that, hoping something or someone would come and stop this. But there was nothing, just Hailey in her sensory deprivation that made her focus all the more on the pain in her pussy. Her legs grew tired and began to tremble, so she just had to lower herself. This hurt more on her already sensitive cunt flesh, so after a moment, she tiptoed again, only to collapse with a cramp.

Then she discovered that she could pull up with her arms. This relieved the pressure on her pussy, but her tits bore the pain. Which became unbearable after sometime, and it was back to cunt torture. Hailey moaned through her leather hood, and wondered how long this was going to last. Everytime she lowered herself, it seemed that her pussy hurt more and more. And then she felt it....

Hands gently and softly stroking her sweating, pain wracked body. Lips placing featherlike kisses. Tensing with fear, it took Hailey a few minutes to recognize Nick's touch. Focusing only on the sensations on her skin, the well beloved hands soothed her, and aroused her. Hailey moaned again, this time in pleasure, only to turn it into a scream as the gentle touches and kisses were followed by the sharp bite of a crop. 

Still the caresses continued, each one followed by the crop, seeming to happen simultaneously. Was there someone with Nick? Hailey didn't know and after a few minutes, didn't care as she became more and more aroused. Her swollen pussy was dripping and she didn't even mind the board between her legs. She began to rub herself hard, welcoming that pain as well. The combination of gentleness and pain was driving her crazy, chasing away all coherent thoughts.

Suddenly the board was removed and Hailey cried out in protest. But it was replaced by gentle hands and a warm, soft mouth. Ignoring her throbbing clit, the hands and mouth caressed her pussy lips, explored her cunt and anus, and brought Hailey closer and closer to orgasm. All the while, the stroking and whipping continued. How many people were there? Right now, Hailey did not care - all she wanted was the pleasure that was building up to almost unbearable levels.

The whipping intensified as the probing fingers found the pleasure spot deep inside her. Maddeningly skillful fingers pressed and rubbed against it and just as Hailey's insides began to clench with the beginning of an orgasm, her clit was taken into a hot, hot mouth which began to suck and swirl. Hailey lost it ... wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through her body, she screamed long and loud and shook uncontrollably as the evening's emotional swings took their toll.

Just as Hailey convulsed in a mind bending, never ending orgasm, Nick tore the leather mask from her face. She blinked up into his blazing eyes, and had her remaining breath taken away in a savage kiss. He stopped only to say:

"I love you, my Hailey. God, how I love you!" before crushing her to him and kissing her again.

Hailey's reaction would have done a Victorian heroine proud - she fainted.

When she woke up, she was wrapped in a warm blanket and Nick was cradling her in his arms. She could hear voices - a teasing female voice, and Nick's growling rjeplies. As she wiggled to look around, she was shocked to see her erstwhile tormentors tied up, clamped, butt plugged, gagged, cock caged and being whipped by a few men and women. She made a sound of surprise and the woman sitting in front of her spoke.

"Hi there precious - decided to join us at last? Those two are mine - and looks like they are getting their just desserts, aren't they? Do you want to join in the fun and give them a lash or two?"

Bewildered, Hailey turned around to look at Nick for guidance. He kissed her, and said:

"I think Hailey's had enough for today, Alina."

Alina reached forward to stroke a gentle finger down Hailey's cheek.

"Yes, she's had a hard time. But you learned something important about yourself today, didn't you, precious? That being a slave does not involve doing what you like to do, but doing what your master wanted you to do. You'd never have willingly put yourself in the postion that you found yourself in, yet you did not walk away because it was Nick's wish. You didn't understand why Nick would do this, but still...

Hailey interrupted softly.

"I learned something else, too. Trust ...if I had trusted my master, I would not have been quite so upset. I should have known that he'd have a plan, that he would be there, watching to make sure that I could handle it. But, everyday, I'm learning something new....

Nick's arms tightened almost painfully around her as Alina bent forward to kiss her lips. It wasn't a peck - it was a full blown kiss, involving tongue. Surprised, Hailey kissed her back - it was different, being kissed by a woman, and not wholly unpleasant. Alina drew back and chuckled.

"I'm sure Nick is learning about you too, precious. This is a wonderful stage in any relationship, learning about each other. It is a time for honesty too. Be good to Nick, Hailey. He's one of mine, and I'd like to see him happy."

One of hers? thought Hailey jealously, and blushed when Nick explained that Alina had been the one to train him. Then a thought occurred to her.

"Who told those two what to say? Barbed wire? tazers? pins? Just those should have given them away - Nick would have never gone so far!"

Alina chuckled again. "We told the boys that they were to scare and insult you. They came up with those ideas all by their lonesome. I wonder what they'd do if I threatened them with it. Maybe I will..."

"Alina, you are wicked!"

"Yeah, but that's why you love me, Nick! You know, Hailey, those wouldn't win any script awards now, would they?"

"Well, I must say being called a cow was a little painful."

"I call them my young bulls - which makes them really proud. Maybe they thought cow was just like that!!"

(When Hailey actually met the two goons, they had sheepishly apologized to her. They seemed to have changed from the morons they used to be - Alina had certainly made a difference to their lives!)

Later, Hailey lay back, enjoying Nick's magic fingers remove the aches and pains from her well-used body. But she was worried, looking at Nick's face. He had deep lines between his brows, while lines of strain bracketed his tense mouth. He was still pale, and his eyes had an unhappy, faraway look. Hailey knew instinctively that he was not happy with what he had put her through. A long ago conversation about punishment came to her mind. It was such freedom being a slave, and knowing that if you did something stupid, you'd be punished and you could forget it. Not so for the masters - from the look on Nick's face, this evening was going to torture him for a long time. She had only a vague idea of why he did it, but she did know that she wanted to remove that look from his face.

So she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Do you think I'm a lesbian?"

Nick looked blank for a moment, and then burst into laughter. He bent down to kiss her long and lingeringly.

"Now, why would you think that, Hailey?"

"Well, Alina showed me her two sub-boys and asked if I wanted to join in the entertainment. I know you refused, and I was so thankful. I didn't want to whale on their hairy behinds! But when you showed me pictures of girls being bound and beaten, I just loved it! And Alina's kiss...."

Nick had a pronounced twinkle in his eye now.

"Maybe we should explore your....tendencies..."

"Yeah, I think I have unplumbed depths!"

"Oh, I thought I was doing a good job of plumbing depths. Do you want to go deeper?"

Hailey blushed and giggled, but she was happy to see the laughter in Nick's face again.

**********

A long drawn out wail from the pin covered scoreboard brought them back to the present. Hailey knew the answer to the next question too.

"An eye doctor!"

The scoreboard's master declared the end of the game. His little slave couldn't take anymore, he knew. So the pins were counted and of course, Nick's little team won. The others congratulated them, and left the room with their reward: the scoreboard, and of course her master was there, to join in the fun. Nick pulled off Hailey's dress in one fluid motion, and before she could protest, had her tied up Eiffel Tower in front of the other girl,whose name was Emily. He then walked away and came back with a flogger, a cane, a paddle, a strap and a crop, which he laid neatly on the table next to them.

"How about some stereo music, John? You remove the pins and I'll use one of these on Hailey,depending on the color of the pin. Now, our color was pink, and I know Hailey loves the crop, so ..."

John laughed, kissed his slave and began to remove the pins. He chose a green one, and Hailey shuddered as Nick picked up the cane and sliced it right between her spread thighs. Soon the room was filled with screams and cries as the removal of the pins was followed by Hailey's dance of pain. By the time all the pins were removed, both girls were sweaty and hoarse, but very, very aroused. So were the men, who lost no time in untying them and shoving their cock into the slave's waiting mouths. It didn't take Hailey very long to make Nick cum, and noticed that Emily was having the same success.

Leaving the two girls kneeling still horny and unsatisfied, the two men zipped up and prepared to leave the room.

"Master!" Emily cried out in protest. "You can't leave us like this! Please, please....

Hailey added her pleas to Emily's cries, and then wished she hadn't when she saw the unholy twinkle in Nick's eyes.

"Hailey thinks she may be a lesbian," he said, watching Hailey turn scarlet. "Why don't we give her a chance to explore?"

John looked amused. "I'm sure Emily would love to help her,wouldn't you honey?"

Emily made a choking sound, but nodded.

"Have fun girls. We'll be back in an hour."

Both naked, very aroused girls were left alone, looking shyly at each other. Of course, there was also the hidden closed circuit tv......

That night, Hailey and Nick had a long discussion about expectations. Hailey, her body boneless from Nick's tender care, was lying on the couch and Nick sat on the ground, his face close to hers. Hailey had been thinking and talking to the other slaves. She knew that there were some couples who were turned on by the idea of "rape" and nonconsensual sex (Hailey shuddered at that idea), some who like group sex with a lot of men and women, some who liked displays ....the list was long, and the club was a safe place to cater to those needs. Hailey needed to know what Nick wanted, and Nick took the time to explain to her. He was a charter member of the club and knew what it was about, but he had his own ideas.

Later, as Nick lay in bed,stroking a warm, sleepy and fragrant Hailey, he was amazed at how content he felt. He hadn't felt like this in a long time, and he knew that it was because of Hailey. Hailey had shown herself to be very happy and committed to be his slave, but he wondered if she knew that because of her very submission, HE was the one totally in her power. His future actions would be, of course, for his control, his whims and desires, but always, central to every action, at the core of it, would be Hailey's happiness. He could finally see that future with Hailey, but there was one more thing he just had to do. He hoped that the still-fragile bond between them would survive that.

Hailey was happy too, thinking of declarations of love, future plans and trust. Trust was so important, she thought, on the verge of sleep. Of course, a slave needed to trust the master - otherwise the master could never fulfill the slave's deepest needs. But the master needed to trust the slave too - to love,honor and obey his wishes. Kind of like old fashioned wedding vows, thought Hailey, wiggling happily. She could forsee a long and happy (and painful) life with Nick!

Which is why she was so shocked when, two weeks later, Nick told her that her year's time was up, and she could go back to her old life. No amount of pleading and crying could budge a grim-looking Nick. He did not even give her time to think. So a very miserable Hailey was deposited outside her old apartment, and she watched desolately as Nick drove away.




Hailey's Journey Ch. 18



Nick could see her sad little figure in his rear view mirror. He had given her his cell phone number to call in case of emergencies. Now all he could do was to wait...and hope.

Author's Note: Thank you for your interest and comments. The story took such a turn because I think masters make mistakes too, and these mistakes can be big. But what makes a master is the ability to step back unemotionally and learn from the mistakes so that they are not repeated. And the punishment faced by a concerned master is far worse than any faced by a slave. 



Hailey's Journey Ch. 19



Hailey tugged fruitlessly at the handcuff attaching her firmly to the bedpost with a rising sense of panic. She could not get loose! The clothespins on her nipples were getting more painful by the minute, and the vibrator whirring away at her clit was no longer pleasurable. She needed to get that hand free! As she lay back exhausted from her latest efforts, she thought furiously that if she ever got free, she would sue the makers of the handcuffs. They promised that it would open at the slightest tug! She remembered Nick's warning about self-bondage - it could get really dangerous if there was no one to help. Hailey was beginning to panic. She gave another mighty tug and the handcuff finally opened. Rapidly, she removed the clothespins, stifling a scream at the pain of blood rushing back into her crushed nipples and pulled out the sopping wet vibrator.

As she got painfully out of the bed, she looked at the objects of her self-torture and sighed. Life without Nick was NOT fun. Yes, she had gotten her job back and was doing quite well there. People had accepted her excuse that she had taken a year off to "find" herself. Thanks to Nick's strict regimen of diet and exercise, she looked gorgeous, and therefore had no problem finding dates. 

But Hailey was not happy. The job seemed boring and uninspiring. The men she dated were the same as before - they conducted most of their boring, self-important conversations with her tits, and then expected sex at the end of the evening. In desperation, she had ordered all her self-bondage items through the Internet, but that had not helped at all. She even attended a local munch to see if she could find someone. She did see someone - Nick's friend John and his Emily. Both of them had ridden herd on her all evening and then taken her home. Hailey didn't mind because some of the characters who had shown up at the munch were either ridiculous or plain scary. She was grateful for John's help. At least John hadn't forgotten her, like some people she could name!

What Hailey did not know was that John was there because of Nick. Nick had not forgotten her - just the opposite, in fact. He had been worried about her. She had been on a steady diet of sex and pain for the past year, and quitting cold turkey was not possible. The munch was run by members of the club, and it had been easy to check up on Hailey. Nick had requested John to watch out for Hailey since he could not be there himself.

For Nick was busy too. As soon as he had dropped Hailey off, he had turned himself in to the ethics group of the Club. He had kidnapped Hailey, and for a couple of days, he had not given her any choice, but to stay. The hearing had taken a day, but witnesses had come forward to testify to the genuine fondness that was apparent in their relationship. So Nick was not turned over to the cops - but he had to pay a penalty. Two days as a house slave in the club, and one year volunteer service at a battered women's shelter.

Being a house slave was a nasty experience. No sex was involved, but patrons of the club could dress him up in any costume and order him to serve them. It seemed to Nick that he had made a lot of people very unhappy in the past, judging from the number of women (and a few men) who were eager to "use" him. He spent two days in short leather skirts or shorts, sometimes in high heels, being used as a table, a stand, even a pony. He bore it all with grim determination, every humiliating experience a painful reminder of what Hailey must have felt. His training, so many years ago, had given him a glimpse of a slave's life, but this experience gave him a better understanding of the vulnerability of being a slave.

Once the two days were over, Nick took himself off to the assigned women's shelter. His initial plan was to help them with their computerized records. But when he went there, he was struck by the helplessness and unhappiness of the women and kids there - especially the kids. He began to make plans - a lot of which involved Hailey. He could donate computers to the shelter and offer computer courses. Hailey could help the women with their clothes and make up and bolster their self-esteem. He could be a big brother to the kids and Hailey, who had wanted to work with kids, could maybe set up a daycare center while the moms went to look jobs. They could......

While Nick was working and making plans, Hailey was trying to survive without him. And finding it impossible. Initially, she told herself that she was unhappy because she missed the great sex. But as time went on, her memories of the year with Nick were not all about sex. She missed Nick and the way he made her feel. She thought wistfully of her time with Nick. Everyday seemed to be such an adventure. 

Mornings usually started with a jog, with a naked, clamped, corseted or chained Hailey. Then the daily routine - Nick would be working on his computer and Hailey would be doing her chores or reading the stuff that Nick gave her. His materials covered a wide range of topics, from science to politics to history to sex. Hailey thoroughly enjoyed reading - nobody had ever paid attention to her mind before. And just so that she was not bored, she was usually bound in unusual ways during her chores. 

Mealtimes were always fun, too. Hailey never knew what she was going to eat, or whether she was going to eat from a bowl, her plate or if Nick was going to blindfold and feed her. Sometimes, she was Nick's plate or table, or even a candle holder. Once, she even was a wine holder, with a warm bottle of sake buried deep in her pussy. 

Then there were the times in their playroom where Nick made her scream with pain and pleasure, where she could be so free within her bonds. But Hailey's favorite times where when she was close to Nick, snuggled next to his warm body in bed, feeling delightfully sore and sated, listening to his even breathing as he slept next to her. Or when they actually chatted together, when he made Hailey laugh and think. Or when she was on her knees next to his feet, feeling loved and wanted even if he was watching TV or reading.

Hailey realized that she needed Nick to feel whole and happy. And the need grew and grew and grew until she was not eating or sleeping properly. She lost weight and lost interest in her job, prompting her bosses to warn her about her poor performance.

One endless, sleepless night, Hailey gave in and called Nick. At the sound of his sleep-roughened voice, she panicked and slammed the phone down, only to hear it ring almost immediately.

"I'm waiting, Blondie. Clean up and get yourself here. Now!!"

Hailey did just that, her heart singing. She wore her short little cheerleader outfit, high heels and no bra or panties. Driving over to his apartment, she rang the bell and knelt submissively at the door. The door opened, and there he was - her Master, her Nick. Overwhelmed, she bent and kissed his feet, only to be grabbed roughly and dragged into the apartment.

"So you want to come back to me, do you Blondie?"

At her affirmative nod, Nick kissed fiercely.

"You are going to prove that to me, Blondie. Are you willing to accept everything I intend to do to you today?"

"Oh, yes, please Nick. Please, please!"

Nick turned and walked away, and with a mixture of relief and trepidation, she followed him into their playroom. In response to his quiet command, she knelt in the middle of the room, back straight, hands crossed behind her and thighs wide apart. Nick brought a low, narrow padded bench and placed it in front of her. Gentle pressure on her neck caused to bend forward over the bench, with her stomach resting on the flat surface. Using soft ropes, Nick bound her ankles to thighs, and wrists and elbows tightly behind her back. Her knees were spread wide apart and attached to bolts in the floor. Patiently, he braided ropes into her hair and attached the rope to a pulley in the ceiling, tightening it so that her head was held high. A ring gag completed his initial plans and Hailey was ready and vulnerable to whatever Nick had in mind.

He started by fondling her lush tits, kissing, licking and suckling on the red nipples until they responded marvelously, standing to attention, stiff and wet from his ministrations. He took two long pieces of twine and tied them tightly around her stiff nipples, attaching the other ends to the pulley in the ceiling. A little pull there, and the Hailey's breasts took on a conical shape, extending away from her body and exposing the tender underside. He turned his attention to her pussy. A few strokes on her clit and in her pussy had her wet and begging for more. So he brought out his new fucking machine and inserted the tube deep into her pussy. A flick of the switch on the frame of the machine had the tube moving slowly in and out, exciting her, but not enough to climax.

Nick then picked up a thin, whippy cane and moved over to stand in front of her. He caressed the underside of her tits, giving her a hint as to his next actions. Hailey drew a deep breath and then screamed as the cane cut into the underslopes of her breasts. As the blows came hard and fast, Hailey continued to scream - she had never been whipped there before, and the pain was almost unbearable. She was sobbing uncontrollably by the time he stopped at twenty strokes.

Nick pressed another couple of buttons on the fucking machine. The tube moved faster, and Hailey began to feel an uncomfortable warmth deep inside her as the tube began to heat up. Nick's next command was given quietly.

"Count the strokes and thank me Blondie. You get twenty strokes. If you miss, I'll have to start over again."

Now the cane was aimed at her soft ass. The first two strokes brought shrieks of pain from Hailey, before she remembered that she had to count. With a shaking voice, she began to count from the beginning and in spite of her best efforts, it was thirty strokes before Nick decided that he was done.

Nick lit a candle and placed it directly under her clit, grinning as she wriggled desperately to escape its heat. He returned to her tits, removing the twine and rubbing them briskly to get the circulation back. He brought in a flat board mounted on two sturdy legs and and placed them under her tits so that they rested comfortably on the flat surface. He adjusted the board so that only her nipples protruded beyond the flat board. Hailey watched in horror as he picked his next implements of torment - two thin needles and a light hammer.

Hailey's eyes widened endlessly and she began to shake her head frantically. Nick placed the needles and the hammer directly in her field of vision and knelt next to her, gently stroking her face and back, gentling her with soft words. As Hailey listened to him, she knew that she had a choice to make - trust him to continue or to refuse. Nick would stop if she insisted, but he knew her limits, maybe better than she herself did. And a large part of her wanted more pain, more pleasure, in the endless cycle that satisfied her body and gratified her soul.

So she calmed down under his soothing hands and turned to look acceptingly at him. Nick knew what to do next. He placed his hard cock in her mouth, letting her know without words the effect she had on him. Hailey licked and sucked eagerly, enjoying his groan of pleasure as he face fucked her savagely before cumming. 

Nick now pulled the long needle and positioned it carefully over Hailey's right breast, just at the outer edge of her areoala. A blinding flash of pain, and Hailey's right tit was nailed to the board. Nick waited until her breathing slowed down, and then applied the second needle to her right breast. Hailey was terrified to move in case her tits were torn off the board.

After a few moments, Nick removed almost all other distractions - the candle and the fucking machine and Hailey could focus on the pain in her nipples .....Until her bottom was rudely split apart by a very prickly butt plug. Nick had pushed in a bottle brush with rubber ends and was using the rough surface to fuck her ass. Then it was the cane again - this time on the pristine top surface of her breasts. He did not hit very hard, but Hailey had her work cut out not to move. She succeeded very well and was thrilled to hear Nick's praise as he finished.

He removed the needles and Hailey was surprised to see that there was not much blood involved at all. But before she could ponder that, her nipples were clamped tightly, and a corresponding pain in her clit told her that the tender morsel had suffered the same fate. She watched as Nick picked up another long thin needle and a pair of corks. What was he going to do with those? she wondered as he knelt behind her.

She found out soon enough as the needle sharply pierced one labia and then the other, and she felt him push the corks on either side, effectively sealing her pussy! The weighted clamps on her nipples and pussy hurt as she shook with the pain of the latest assault. 

Nick was hard again by now, and he could see that Hailey was reaching her limits. He picked up a violet wand and then roughly pulling out the brush from her ass, he shoved his cock into her tight rubbery channel. He began to fuck her hard and fast, using the violet wand to jab into her vaginal opening. Hailey screamed ceaselessly at this assault on every tender part of her body, the long denied orgasm building higher and higher. But like a good slave, she waited for her master's command. And when it came, her body exploded in bursts of light and heat, almost blinding her with its intensity. She could feel Nick moving rapidly within her, his balls slapping against her thighs as he shouted out his release.

Hailey soon found herself in her favorite position, in Nick's arms, bathed, massaged and feeling gloriously alive. Today Nick was naked too, and Hailey sat on his lap, breathing in the scent that was all Nick. For a while, they were content to sit in silence, enjoying each other, then Nick spoke.

"Are you sure, Hailey? Because this will be the last decision that you make for yourself. If you agree to be my slave, then you give up control of your life."

"Nick, I had control of my life for the past weeks. I hated it, just hated it. I hated my job, my life, my dates..."

Nick interrupted sharply. "Dates??"

"Well, I didn't know if I would ever see you again, so I...dated."

"I need to punish you for that, Blondie ...remind me later."

Hailey wiggled in pleasure. "Yes, sir."

Nick smiled at her, then grew serious again.

"We need to talk about a couple of things, Hailey, one of them being a safeword for you."

"You mean a word that I can use to stop whatever we are doing because I cannot handle it? But Nick, I could have used the safeword this last year because I was so scared! Now, I am not, so why do I need it?"

"Hailey, if I had given you a safeword at the beginning of our relationship, what would you have done? You'd have used it the first time you were even a little scared, and we could never had come as far as we have. Since you didn't have a safeword, I could push you each time as far as I dared to, then I waited for you to beg for more! Now you know more about yourself and your capabilities, and so you are ready to use a safeword, and I can have the freedom to experiment some more."

Hailey thought about this - Nick was so right. She would have run, screaming in terror the first time he had taken a crop to her. But now, now she just loved the pain and the pleasure it brought her. But Nick had to have so much control, she thought wonderingly. He had to have watched her every reaction, her every quiver to make sure he was not overdoing it. It must have been such a burden on him. Hailey hugged Nick again, covering his face with kisses.

"Er, Hailey....safeword?"

"Sorry Nick, I just realized how much care you must have taken while you taught me about myself. I guess we could use a safeword, and I know just what it will be!"

"What, Hailey?"

"Cheerleader, of course!"

Nick laughed and hugged her again. "I love you, Hailey. I never thought I would say this, but I missed you quite desperately."

"Oh Nick, I love you too! Please don't let me go. If you get tired of me, just let me stay in a corner of your house. I promise you, I will serve you anyway you want, and I won't get jealous of your new slaves!"

Nick's voice was full of amusement. "I don't think we'll put that particular statement to test, will we Hailey?"

"I hope not! NIck? While I was reading up about slaves and masters, I noticed that slaves usually wore their master's mark."

"You mean like collars? I am going to get you one, don't worry!"

"Well, not just collars. Emily has a tattoo on her butt with her master's initials, and she told me that some slaves wear rings on their nipples or pussy."

"No rings, but you want a tattoo?"

Hailey hesitated. What she wanted was a biggie, but would Nick agree?

"Not really a tattoo, but..."



Hailey's Journey Ch. 20



"So, you don't want a tattoo? Actually, rings sound pretty good to me. Two perfect rings!"

Hailey stared - two rings?

"You are going to pierce my nipples?"

"Piercing? No, I don't think so. I was thinking more in terms of sliding in."

He was going to slide rings in? Where would.....

Nick was softly nibbling on her fingers when Hailey finally got it.

"Nick!" she shrieked, sitting up so fast that her head caught his chin sharply. Nick cursed and tried to move away, when an unco-ordinated movement by Hailey caught him elsewhere in a very sensitive spot. The air turned blue for a few minutes while Nick tried to cope, and Hailey watched him with big scared eyes. Drawing a deep breath, he turned to her and said, with gritted teeth,

"Hailey, take yourself to the guest room and STAY THERE until I call for you!"

Hailey ran out of the room and into the guest room, her heart singing with joy. Life was perfect - what more could a slave want? She was going to start a new life with Nick and it was going to be so great!!! She was going to be the best slave ever.

Hailey soon found out that being the perfect slave wasn't that easy. It was really hard to get back to the routine that was so comfortable just a few weeks ago. And before long, Nick was yelling for her, his face like thunder as she displeased him yet one more time.

"Blondie, get you ass in here right now! You have earned so many punishments that I don't know where to start."

Hailey stood in front of him trembling with fear and misery. He pulled her roughly towards him by her nipples and twisted them hard until they were standing out hard and long. He took a rough piece of rope and tied them tightly around her tits, until they began to turn purple. Wicked looking, steel clothes pins dotted the soft flesh of her bulging tits. He then took sharp alligator clamps and applied them to her sensitive nipples, and added weights to them. Hailey was sobbing by now, but Nick dragged her to a corner and with a curt command left her there.

Eons later, or so it seemed to Hailey, Nick came back. Hailey looked hopefully at him, but he was still angry. He dragged her to the yard where a board had been nailed upright to the ground. Nick removed the ropes and pins from her tits, ignoring her screams of pain, then tied her to the board, with her breasts and tender nipples pressed against its very rough surface. He took a thin branch with minute thorns in them and carefully parting her asscheeks, placed it in the valley between and gave her a gruff command not to drop it. Then, taking a thick bunch of switches that had been soaking in brine, he began to whip her ass hard.

Hailey couldn't believe the pain that she was in. Her desperate wiggles scrubbed her breasts against the rough board, while her ass felt on fire. Even worse, she had to clench hard to keep the thorny branch in place, and that tore into the tender insides of her ass. Normally, pain turned her on, but this time, knowing that Nick was angry at her, she felt no pleasure at all. Soon she was sobbing and pleading, begging for forgiveness and promising tha she would never again do what she had done.

That evening, Nick sat on his favorite couch with Hailey face down across his lap. He was gently caressing her red, throbbing asscheeks and running his hands up and down her body and her long legs. He really hated to punish his little slave, but it was taking a while to get this control/submission thing on an even keel. Hailey was trying too hard, dreaming up ways to please him, and doing things that he had not asked for. This annoyed him even as he realized that she was trying to be what she thought was a "good" slave. And the more annoyed he got, the harder she tried to please, and it ended up with both of them being unhappy.

All she needed to do was to obey him implicitly, he thought. He would be pleased! But, he acknowledged ruefully that it was partly his fault. A couple of times, when she had acted on her own, he had been pleased and that was giving her mixed signals. He sighed, pulled her up and kissed her still quivering lips.

"Love, listen to me. I know that you are trying to do all these things to make me happy, but all I need is your obedience. You do what I ask you to, and you cannot go wrong!"

"But Nick, there are so many things I want to do for you! When can I do those? I love you so much. You give me so many things and I never do anything in return!"

"Hailey, all I want in return is your obedience! How hard is that?"

"O-okay, Nick. I'll try my best."

Hailey's voice quavered and her eyes looked miserable. Nick sighed again and hugged her to him.

"I'll tell you what, Blondie. Once in a while, I'll ask for a surprise and I'll let you choose the time and the place without asking me about it, and then you can do what you want to do. I do enjoy your surprises, you know. It's just the surprise part that I hate!"

Hailey beamed back at him. And so it went in the Saylor household, each day bringing them closer to each other and strengthening their bonds. Hailey thought that he had completely forgotten about the "sliding" rings and she couldn't bring herself to ask for what she had wanted. But Nick really hadn't and he had special plans.....

When Hailey looked back at this time in her life, it seemed to be a series of vignettes in an otherwise "normal" life that brought them ever closer to each other. Nick took her to the women's shelter and Hailey loved the opportunity to help. Before long she had the ladies attending make up and deportment seminars, and the kids in a daycare center so that their mothers could go job hunting. Fund raising was her thing, and she was soon planning charity events for the shelter. Nick, who was setting up his own computer classes was entranced to see Hailey in action! 

Amidst the busy schedule of their life was....

The collaring

Nick had promised to get her collar this week. He proposed to try out a few collars to make sure that they worked properly. So the first stop they made was to a pet store, where Nick looked for a dog collar. He kept trying the collars on Hailey, much to her embarrassment as the sales clerk watched them with a snide smile on his face. Nick finally settled on a leather collar with a retractable leash.

Once they were home, Nick put the collar on her, and told her that as long as she was wearing the collar, she had to be on her hands and knees like a good little bitch. She was to bark or whine if she wanted something, no human talking allowed. So, for the rest of the day, Hailey crawled around the house, barking whenever Nick asked her something. The worst part, of course was when she needed to pee, and Nick made her sit near the back door and bark desperately before he let her out to pee in the garden. He even threw balls for her to fetch, and thoroughly enjoyed the sight of her ass wiggling as she crawled as fast as she could to get the ball. But at the end of the day, he told Hailey that he did not like this collar.

The next one they got was a thinner cat collar with a little bell on it. Accompanying the collar was a cat suit, complete with ears and whiskers. Nick cut little holes for her nipples and cunt and added matching bells to her tender nubs and clit. A large butt plug with a tail attached completed the outfit. That day, Hailey mewed and purred, and after a hard whipping, used the litter box. But Nick did not like this one either.

The third collar was a thick, wide band around her neck and she could barely look down with it as she performed her chores around the house. The fourth collar was a wide, metallic band around her neck and shoulders, sort of like the ones ancient Egyptians wore. Nick actually took her out to dinner with this collar, and Hailey could hardly wait until she got home. Thankfully, this collar was not Nick's choice.

But that night, as Hailey knelt on the bed, pink and warm from her bath, waiting for Nick's final orders for the day, he gave her a long, flat box and asked her to open it. With trembling fingers, she did, and found a delicate collar of beautifully filigreed gold inside. She took it out of the box and offered it to Nick, who took it with fingers that were not completely steady. Hailey tilted her head back to accept the collar, her heart awash with happiness. She was now truly Nick's slave! But tenderly making love to her, Nick showed her how much power she had over him as well!

The proposal

Nick had been working really hard for the past couple of weeks, and had not paid too much attention to Hailey. This had happened before, so Hailey was not too concerned. The only problem was that it had been nearly two weeks since she had an orgasm! But Nick was trying to get his clients satisfied before he took Hailey away for a very special reason.

Finally, one morning, Nick packed Hailey into the trunk of his car with the usual vibrators for company and drove away. Hailey rested as much as she could with her electronic companions because she had seen the gleam in Nick's eyes and knew something was going to happen. She was really looking forward to this day together after what seemed like days of neglect.

The car finally stopped and Hailey came out of the trunk to find that they were at the edge of what seemed to be a little forest. There was horse tethered to a tree close by. Nick soon had Hailey naked, clad just in a pair of running shoes and pads over her knees and elbows. He climbed on to the horse, holding a many tailed whip in his hand.

"Run, Blondie. We are going on a hunt today and you are the prey. If you can avoid being caught for an hour, you will be rewarded. If I do catch you....."

Hailey turned and began to run. Nick waited for a few minutes to give her a head start, then began to trot in her direction. Soon he had caught up with Hailey and began to use the whip on her. Hailey tried running faster, turning, twisting this way and that, breathlessly dodging and twisting. But his diabolical whip caught her all over her body and soon, she was covered with welts and red marks from the whip. Half an hour into the chase, as Hailey was panting desperately, Nick took pity on her and scooped her up.

"You lost, Blondie. Now for your punishment!"

He staked her out, spreadeagled on the ground and sat down beside her with a few props. These included three jars, and various leaves and branches. He started out by gently kissing her all over, suckling her nipples and rubbing her clit until Hailey was thoroughly aroused. He opened one jar and rubbed something wet and sticky all over her nipples.

"Sugar syrup, Blondie. Let's make you even sweeter than what you are!"

Hailey wondered what he needed the syrup for, and then squealed in horror when she saw the contents of the two wide mouthed jars. They were full of crickets. Hailey's squeals grew louder as Nick upended the jars on both sugar covered tits. Immediately, the crickets started biting on the sweetened buds - the sensation mildly painful yet stimulating. It was impossible to get out of her bonds as the insects continued to feast.

Nick turned his attention to her wide open pussy. He began to stroke the soft skin and hard clit with the leaves that he had. Starting with soft, feather like strokes, the leaves grew tougher and his strokes harder. The combination of the nibbles on her nipples and the strokes on her clit was driving Hailey crazy when suddenly the leaves whipping her pussy began to sting. Nick was using nettles on the most sensitive part of her body, and the itching and burning was almost unbearable. As a finale, he picked up a bunch of twigs and began to whip her throbbing clit. Hailey was screaming by now, and it took just a soft command from Nick to push her into a blinding orgasm.

Even before she came down from the orgasm, Nick had two fingers pushed deep into her pussy.

"Look at me, Hailey," he commanded as he began to push all his fingers into her. 

Hailey's cunt began to feel full and stretched as he painfully pushed his entire fist into her and slowly began to stretch her narrow passage. Hailey sobbed with pain, but did not let her gaze move from Nick's intense look. When his fist was touching the entrance to her womb, Nick moved to kneel beside her.

"Tell me you are mine, Hailey. Tell me that you belong to me."

"I am all yours, Nick. Body, heart and soul. Always!"

"Then, will you marry me, Hailey? I am down on my bended knee!"

"Oh yes! Nick. Yes, yes, yes!!!"

Later, as Nick and Hailey sat quietly watching the sun set, Nick gave her a beautiful diamond ring. Hailey admired its fiery glow in the light of the setting sun, and then said tentatively,

"Nick, do you remember me asking about wearing your mark?"

"I thought we had agreed against piercing or tattooing. What did you have in mind?"

"I want to wear your brand Nick - I want your mark to be a part of my skin, something that will never be erased."

Nick looked at her in disbelief. 

"Hailey..."

"Don't answer now, Nick. Please think about it, please?"

The branding

Nick was having a party. Hailey spent the day helping him clean and cook. Just before the party, Nick spent a lot of time bathing Hailey and giving an enema, making her wonder just what he had planned for the party! Her suspicions grew stronger as he refused to let her wear any clothes except for spiky 4" heels and left her standing with her legs apart and hands attached to chains from the ceiling just before their guests arrived.

John and Emily were the first to arrive. After a murmured conversation with Nick, they approached Hailey with a look of grinning anticipation on their faces. 

"Hi Hailey, looking good enough to eat!"

He took Hailey's face in his hands and began to kiss her expertly. To Hailey surprise, Emily knelt between her widely spread legs and to expertly lick her pussy into full arousal. Hailey moaned and twitched, but recognized the touch from a while ago. John nodded his head.

"She's got a wicked tongue, hasn't she?"

Before Hailey could reply, he bent his head to suck her nipples that told her that his tongue was no saint either! But just as Hailey began to hover on the edge of a climax, they stopped and walked away. But Hailey did not have long to wait. Alan and Hannah approached her armed with vibrators. Alan used his to fuck her ass, while his mouth paid close attention to her nipples. Hannah used her vibrator to tease her pussy and clit, once again bringing Hailey to the edge, then stopping. 

Hailey muttered darkly to herself, when Matt and Suzanne came up. Matt had a little paddle, while Suzanne held a flogger. Hailey's ass, tits and pussy were soon warm and throbbing, but she was denied an orgasm - AGAIN! She was about to scream in frustration when Nick came up, untied her and took her to a flat bench. Hailey was strapped tightly and unmovably to the bench just as the doorbell rang again.

A strange voice said, "Well, where is the lucky brandee?"

A man she had never seen before came into the room and took a look at the naked, tied down Hailey.

"Wow, she is gorgeous. And brave! Nick, you are one lucky sonofagun! Now, I am going to set up right here. The initials that you ordered are with me."

He brought out a brazier with coals in it. The coals were soon lighted and glowing red as he placed the business end of a long thin iron rod on it. Hailey stared at it in fascinated horror - this was the branding she had asked for.

She looked at Nick's face - it was grim and resolute. He was going to go through with it. John gently touched her cheek.

"Are you sure, Hailey? You just have to use your safeword and we will stop."

Hailey looked at Nick's face again and then slowly nodded.

"I am sure," she whispered.

The love in her heart was so painful sometimes that this branding could not hurt much more! Alan came by, tested her forehead and pulse, and then nodded. The new guy came around to face Hailey.

"Hi, I'm Don, and I'm probably going to hurt you more than you have ever experienced before! But I have done this before, and I need to warn you about a couple of things. First, this HURTS! Not only when I am doing it, but when I lift off the brand and your branded skin is exposed to air for the first time. We cannot use any topical ointment because that will not allow the brand to mark the skin. Are you still ready for it?"

Hailey nodded again, even though her heart was beating fit to burst. Don stared hard at her, then continued.

"I am going to give you a gag, and something for your hands to hold onto."

He brought out a rubber cock and two balls.

"I call this my cock and balls. You can pretend these are Nick's!!

Hailey giggled faintly as he slipped the rubber gag into her mouth and the balls into her hands. He turned around and nodded to Nick.

"You ready?"

Nick drew a deep breath and stepped forward between Hailey's widespread legs. He swabbed the area he was going brand with alcohol - on her pubis, just above her slit. What better place than to show her whom she belonged to?

With a steady hand, he picked up the brand and pressed its glowing end onto her skin. Hailey felt nothing for a moment, and then it hit her - the pure burn on sensitive skin. She thought that she was going to faint at the pain as the room darkened around her, and she felt nausea roiling her stomach and rushing up her throat. She bit hard down on her gag and squeezed the balls in an effort to cope. Vaguely, she could feel hands stroking her as sweat poured down her body. Nick could see her suffering, but he steeled himself to keep the brand on her skin for the time it needed to be there.

Finally the brand was removed, but the relief was only momentary. The pain burned again as fresh air hit the skin, and Hailey arched in agony, trying to escape her bonds. Nick quickly unstrapped her upper body and took her into his arms, murmuring soothing words and stroking her trembling body. Slowly Hailey calmed down, snuggling into Nick's comforting embrace. She was barely aware of being untied, given water to drink and taken to the living room, where she sat on Nick's lap while Alan took care of her brand. All she remembered was Nick making love to her that night, fiercely, possessively as he brought her to an orgasm over and over again, before taking his pleasure. She was now his branded, collared slave!

And finally - the wedding!

Nick wanted a small, private wedding, but Hailey's mother refused to hear of it. Her baby was getting married to a billionaire (even though reclusive!) and she wanted the world to know. So a surly Nick gave in to her demands, though he had one condition. He was going to design and buy Hailey's wedding dress. After a few protests, Hailey's mother agreed, then went ahead with her elaborate plans.

Two weeks before the wedding, Nick and Hailey were enjoying a quiet evening at home. Hailey was on Nick's lap, naked but with her hands bound behind her back, and her legs tied tightly together with coils of rope. Her hard nipples were decorated by nipple rings that kept them aroused and ready for Nick's touch. Hailey was telling him about the rehearsal dinner when she noticed the remote, abstracted expression on his face.

"Nick, is something wrong?"

Nick hesitated and then said abruptly, "Hailey, are you sure you want to do this?"

Shocked, Hailey stared at him. 

"Nick, are you saying that....."

"Hailey, I am not an easy master or an easy man to live with. You've seen the demands I make on you. I have hurt and humiliated you so many times, and I have to admit - a dark part of me enjoys your pain. I cannot promise to change in the future, or not to put you through more of the same. Remember this Hailey, as a slave, you can walk away any time. The stuff about safe, sane and consensual is very important to me. But if you marry me, there is no escape. I take my vows seriously, and will not look at this as a trial marriage or a starter marriage. So think very hard before you commit yourself. Do you think you can handle what I can demand of you or what I can give you?"




Hailey's Journey Ch. 20



Hailey's eyes were luminous as she looked at him with a gentle smile.

"You have given me more happiness, security and peace of mind than I have ever felt before. If all I have to do in return to show my love is the few things you demand, then I will happily do that and more. You are everything to me, Nick. I can't face a life without you."

Nick hugged her fiercely.

"You won't have to Hailey. You'll never have to!"

The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. Hailey remembered very little of the day. She loved her dress, white and gold, with embroidery exactly matching her gold collar. She walked down the aisle with her father, aware only of Nick waiting for her. The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur, and Hailey did not even see the raised eyebrows and reactions of the assembled guests as she promised to love, honor and obey her husband. The ring was on her finger and she placed his ring on Nick's finger with great joy. Then Nick was kissing her and they were walking back out of the church.

Nick hustled her into their room so that they could get ready for the reception. Once inside the room, he kissed her savagely, his tongue darting deep into her mouth, biting and sucking on her lips, and Hailey responded eagerly. He undid the delicate buttons on her dress, pulling out her tits and began to roll and pinch the nipples, making them hard and eager for more attention.

While he was nibbling on her nipples, his hand found a zipper cunningly concealed in her dress and the skirt fell away, leaving Hailey's bottom half bare but for her garter belt, stockings and high heeled shoes. Nick's clever fingers found her pussy and clit, caressing and fondling until Hailey was in a high state of arousal.

Just as Hailey was getting weak kneed with passion, Nick stopped and sat on the bed. He quickly pulled her over his knee and began to spank her hard, enjoying her long, stocking clad legs struggling and kicking. When her ass was a nice shade of red, he stopped. 

Hailey's next position was on her hands and knees on the bed. Nick unzipped his pants, and took his hard cock out. He shoved himself into Hailey's waiting mouth and began to fuck her, driving deep into her throat while enjoying the great picture she made. Hailey was a guy's dream of a bride. Her breasts were hanging out of the top of her dress, the nipples red and hard. Her red ass and pussy were framed sexily by the garter belt and her long legs looked glorious in stockings and high heeled shoes. Her tear stained face was surrounded by her blonde hair and the white veil, while her swollen mouth was busy sucking on his cock.

"Look at me, Hailey!" commanded Nick.

Hailey stared up at his face, as she sucked on him with all the skills at her disposal, and had the pleasure of watching his face flood with color and his eyes blur as he came in her mouth.

They showered together while Nick soaped all her sensitive places with great, detailed interest. But he would not let her cum! He spent a long time getting her ready in a very special outfit. A tight corset went around her waist - this was a very special corset with numerous wires and attachments. Two flat coin sized plates with holes surrounded her sensitive nipples, and these were attached by a wire to corset. More wires connected the corset to a butterfly vibrator gently massaging her clit. 

Nick carefully fitted her with silky thigh high stockings and affixed them to her thighs with a thick leather garter. From the garter, two thin steel rods projected upwards with two round balls covering the business ends. These were carefully inserted into her pussy and wires from there went to the corset as well. Now that he had taken care of her underwear, Nick dressed her in a lovely, loose flowered silk dress and matching heels.

As he got dressed, he made Hailey walk up and down the room - and Hailey began to feel the full effect of her costume. As she walked, the butterfly began to buzz fast against her clit, and the balls rubbed deep inside her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

"Please Nick, let me come just once - please Nick!"

Nick's wicked grin should have warned her as he gave her permission. For when Hailey's cunt began to clench with the beginnings of an orgasm, sharp shocks began to zap through her clit and nipples. The more she clenched, the greater was the electricity surging through her! Hailey groaned and stopped herself with great difficulty. How long could she..

"Just something to get us through reception, Hailey. Before we start on our honeymoon!"

Hailey groaned - her honeymoon? What torments had Nick planned for her honeymoon????

But that's another story!

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed Hailey's journey into submission. Thank you for your support and comments and suggestions are always welcome!