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     I look around the dungeon in the suddenly bright light, and what
I see exceeds my ability to comprehend.  There are sturdy tables and
frames scattered around the large room.  It is clear that they are not
for any ordinary purpose.  Their shape, design and attached straps and
the like reveal that the implements have been specially designed to
hold a girl's body helpless, and perhaps to torment it in diabolical
ways.  My mind is given the task of trying to imagine what each of the
implements might do to my body, and it cannot cope.

     The walls hold an even greater fatal fascination, since there are
straps, chains, whips, and many items whose purpose is not readily
apparent.

     It's difficult to adjust to the overwhelming display of
implements, forced to stand, helplessly bound, in anxious
anticipation."




Oh, dear, Jenny.....you have some lessons to learn.  Do I have
introduce you to the unpleasant consequences of disobedience so soon ?
I asked you some questions, you didn't respond.

I offered you choices, little Jenny, I gave you the opportunity to
express preferences as to how you might be treated.  Your worst
nightmare, your wildest dream, remember ?    After all, this is your
first visit to my fantasy world, it only seemed polite to ask, but you
didn't answer me, did you ?   Is that any way to return my kindness,
little slave ? - For slave you are, Jenny, make no mistake of that,
and it is as my slave that you will learn that, when I ask, you
answer; when I speak, you obey; when I snap my fingers, you run,
hobble or crawl to attend me.

Naturally, you feel fear, and you are quite right to feel anxious.
After all, you've gone beyond the point of no return, with no say in
what is to happen to you. You passed on that, remember ?

Just now, the fear and tension is in your stomach, that nasty twisting
feeling in the gut, but soon it will spread outwards, to emerge in
physical signs all over your body.   Soon I shall cover your skin with
a film of sweat, the sheen of fright/excitement.  Soon I shall tease
that fear out of your mouth in screaming and begging - but will you
beg for it to stop, or beg for more ?

I know the answer, do you?

Soon, now, your own body will betray you, the extra stimulus of fear
will awaken sexuality of a level you didn't think possible, and you'll
deny it in vain.  You'll yell "No!", but your body will beg "Yes...".
You'll squirm in your chains, but the fluids glistening between your
thighs will tell me that you squirm for more, not less.  I'll give you
more, slave Jenny, never fear.  More than you can handle, then more
still.      You're right, it is addictive, and you'll leave here
hooked for life.

Considerate ?  In a way yes, thgouh the cuffs make life simpler for
me.  I can modify your position easily by attaching or releasing rope,
chain, whatever, with the rings on the cuffs.    Yet I do have a duty.
The conscientious master never causes undue damage or suffering to his
slave.  Not accidentally, anyway.

I see you begin to appreciate the subtler points of your predicament.
When I want you to be sexually vulnerable, little slave, I will render
you so.  Much more so than this, I assure you.   For now, though, your
sex is exposed, your modesty denied you, by a simple bar.  Similarly,
the strap around your upper arms.  Not entirely necessary, but it has
two very salutary effects.... one, as you have observed, it is
uncomfortable, intrusive, your shoulder muscles constantly reminding
you that you are captive.... and, two, the backward pull has a very
pleasant effect on the posture of your breasts. Pleasant from my
viewpoint, anyway.  Very attractive, very sexy, little Jenny, and sex,
after all, is what's behind all this, isn't it ?  I shall enjoy
amusing myself with these lovely mounds........


But, enough of this.  You made a mistake, you have earned a lesson.  A
pity, I had hoped that your first experience in my world would be a
more pleasant one, but there are things you must learn, and one of the
most important is that you do as I say.

You didn't want to speak, so I'm going to arrange it that you can't,
for a while, anyway.   Now, as your eyes adjust and I enter the
spotlit circle, you can see what was in my hand - a large red rubber
ball, attached to some straps.  You know what it is, you don't want
it, but you have little choice as I sieze your hair and tip your head
back, jamming the ball into your mouth.  The first strap tightens
behind your neck, pulling the ball back, deeper into your mouth until
it lodges firmly behind your teeth, like a horse's bit.  A second,
shorter thong fastens under your chin and holds your mouth firmly shut
around the invader.  The final indignity passes up over the crown of
your head and buckles there.  It feels heavy, as though something
larger than a simple buckle was up there.

Paradoxically, the ball gag fills your mouth and holds it shut, but
keeps it open at the same time.  You can't swallow,  and you suspect
that you'll soon begin drooling.   Too late to ask questions now, you
wish you knew more, you want to say....what ?  "Slow down, I'm not
ready!" ?  How about ""This isn't what I expected....."  Whatever it
was, it all comes out the same..... just a sort of muffled
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph", which I shall choose to interpret as murmurings of
appreciation.   A pity, I could think of a number of much more
pleasant ways to part the lips that are currently glistening wet
around that hard, unyielding gag, but time enough for that later.

You've already noted the various "toys", around the room, but I always
feel more satisfied with subtler approaches when it comes to punishing
disobedience.    I can feel your eyes on me as I cross to a table,
select a few small objects and return.  Very big, wide eyes, full of
messages of ....... regret ? apology ? fear ?  You know you're going
to be punished, you know it's not going to be fun, so you're frowning,
turning away from me a little, whining softly through the ball.   So,
when I take your left breast in my hand and begin stroking it, softly,
lovingly, those eyes pop wide in surprise, then half-close in pleasure
as I roll your stiffening nipple between thumb and forefinger.  The
noises in your throat take on a new quality as you sway a little,
enjoying the feeling as I lick and tickle all around those lovely
tight tits of yours with my tongue.  You like that, don't you, Jenny ?
Tied, gagged, helpless as I arouse your body, this is what you wanted,
isn't it ?   Wait a minute, though, I'm supposed to be punishing you,
so why all the pleasure ?

Three reasons.... first, pleasure and pain are very closely allied,
and I plan to switch you very rapidly between the two extremes.
Secondly, I enjoy doing this, too, you know.  I like to make you sway
and moan, I like to feel your tits harden under my fingers......

Thirdly ?  Oh, that's simple.  Your swollen nipples provide a much
better purchase for the two needle-jawed spring clips that I clamp
onto them.

See what I mean ?  Pain and pleasure, it's often hard to spot the
border.   Hurts, doesn't it, slave ?  Those moans of pleasure have
turned to shrieks of surprised pain, stifled by the ball packing your
mouth.   Just a few seconds ago, you could feel the lubricants
beginning to form within you, now you fear that you'll wet yourself
with pain and surprise.    You fling yourself backwards, contorting
your whole body away from me.  Foolish, really, since you simply
dangle from your collar chain, unable to get your balance back with
your feet spread.


Your eyes follow me, blinking back the tears, as I walk all the way
around you, savouring the moment, watching you toss your breasts from
side to side, futilely trying to loosen the clips, hearing the
indignant shrieks that manage to penetrate the ball.   This isn't
really a very severe punishment, since you are new, and still have
much to learn.  After all, I could make it much worse...... I could
have hung weights on those clips, and left you like this for hours.
You already spotted the whips on the walls, suppose I used them on
you, too?

No, little slave Jenny, this is just a short, sharp reminder of your
status, an "initiation", if you will, into my world.   I'll remove the
clips now, and listen to the keening wails of relief as I remove the
left......feel the pressure coming off, the pain ebbing.....your voice
tell me you do, even through the mouth-filling ball.  You're panting,
the pitch of your moaning is dropping to a huskier tone, as you begin
to appreciate just how sexy relief can be.    Not too much, too fast,
little slave, so I make you wait while I return the first clip to its
table, before I come back and repeat the process with your red,
swollen right breast.

Better ?   Yes, you are.... and turned on, too.  Your body reveals it,
and I grin, run my hand down across your belly and rub it quickly
across your pouting vagina, then hold it up to you, to show you how
wet you are.

Now, do we fully understand our relative positions, little slave ?
I do hope I don't have to find too much more fault with your
performance while you are my guest.   I would much prefer to use your
body in more mutually satisfying ways, but, then, I'm going to have
fun whatever happens.  It would be so much nicer if you had fun,
too.....or, at least, didn't complain too loudly..... but then, you
can't can you......?

Lesson understood, little slave Jenny ?



                        Magician

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