Excerpt 3: The Induction of Slave Two

She didn't give him any other instruction other than where and when to arrive. She would often have new subjects bring her something specific, shave or dress in a particular way, or deny their masturbation and orgasm for several days prior. These types of tasks helped to get them in the mindset that their actions belonged to her, even before they were in her presence. Not this time.  She thought it would be entertaining to witness his unmitigated presentation of identity when he arrived at her door.

At the appointed hour, he knocked and her apprentice opened the door for him. He immediately got on his knees.

“I apologize if I seem offensively overanxious, but I can’t seem to help it,” he said to her, holding out an envelope. “Should I give this to you, or wait to give it directly to Mistress Alpha?”

“That’s alright, you can get up now, and I’ll take that for you.” The apprentice took him by the elbow and directed him to the dungeon room. “Mistress Alpha will meet you there in a few minutes. Why don’t you get comfy.”

“Thank you, Miss, I will,” he said with a nod of his head. He seemed as if he were in some sort of trance, which was not unusual for a new subject of Alpha’s. Stories circulated of her ruthlessness to new subjects, or her extreme tastes in punishment, and the new ones often came in already immersed in subspace at the thought of being in the same room with her. The fact was, though some of the stories were true, they didn’t describe anywhere near the majority, quite the opposite. She often confined initial sessions to an hour or two, and enjoyed the process of inspecting and testing them as she asked them questions about their past experience, absorbing their speech patterns and body language, recording what their words couldn’t convey about their abilities, their hidden kinks, their levels of submission, masochism, fetishism. The tone and cadence of her voice always made them feel slightly on edge and comforted in the same instant, and her constant movement around them was distracting enough to make them say things they didn’t realize were on their mind. Subsequent sessions delved directly into a relevant intersection of her desire and their most prevalent fantasies, followed by an exploration of those tendencies she sensed were deeply buried under conscious desire.

Alpha decided that she would not follow any choreographed itinerary for his session.  In fact, she would not think about him all day, so that when she entered the room, she could follow what her instincts told her about him. When she opened the door to her dungeon, he was naked, on his hands and knees, forehead on the floor directly between his hands. His clothes were folded and stacked neatly on top of his shoes in the corner of the room. He remained perfectly still as she walked in and circled him slowly, as if he was inevitable prey, an all-too-easy target.

“Up,” she said, and he reacted to her voice immediately, standing up, back straight, arms to his sides, palms against his legs, feet together, eyes on the floor.

“Yes, Mistress Alpha,” he said to her in a grainy voice, then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Mistress, forgive me.”

“Sorry already, are you?” she asked, smiling. “You sound a bit nervous tonight, is that true?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he responded, this time clearly and without hesitation.

“What have you been thinking about today?” she asked him, as she walked around him, running her fingertips over his back, stopping to prod his back and shoulders, squeeze his ass cheeks, run her hands down the insides of his legs and grip his calves.

“I haven’t been able to think about anything else but you this entire past week, Mistress Alpha,” he replied.

“Of course you haven’t, but I didn’t say who, I said what, didn’t I?” she said with a swift smack to his right ass cheek.

“I’m sorry, Mistress Alpha,” he said quickly. “I have to be honest though, I haven’t been able to hold a coherent thought in my head since our first communication, other than I must serve my Mistress, and to check the time so that I could somehow pass it and make it here.”

She stood two inches from his face and said, “First, the fact that you told me you’re being honest implies that sometimes, perhaps often times, you lie, and that will not be tolerated, do you understand?” Her question was punctuated with a hard smack across his face.

“Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry, Mistress,” he replied in a small but clear voice.

“Now, you’ve apologized to me three times already, and we’re just getting started,” said Alpha. She was smiling at him now, and continued her inspection with a slight tweak of his nipples, then a sudden tight grip on his balls, pulling down as she pulled his cock up, stretching it to expose how much distance between the attached could be achieved. He didn’t move. “I’ll let you know when you’ve got something to be sorry about.  It’ll be very obvious, I assure you.”

“Thank you, Mistress Alpha,” he said.

“You seem to be quite a healthy specimen, am I correct? Any injuries to report, any illnesses you should tell me about before I abuse you?”

She could generally tell by the way her subjects moved and their reactions to her prodding and sudden movements if they had any issues that needed to be discussed prior to her administering any discipline, and it was usually the first thing betrayed by their nervous chatter.  Alpha’s new subject had no intention of keeping any information from her that she required, though he knew better than to offer up information that hadn’t been requested.

“I’ve got no ongoing health problems,” he replied. “Not quite a year ago I tore a muscle in my shoulder, but it’s completely healed. I’m at your service, Mistress.”

“Excellent! Get back on the floor,” she ordered.

In the two hours that followed, Alpha took whatever liberties with him that occurred to her at any given moment. It was obvious from his lack of reaction to her first physical tests that he could take pain, so she tested his tolerance thoroughly. She had him bend over with his hands on the floor, and gave him a sound spanking that left her hands tingling and red, but barely made his ass pink.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said when she paused.

“Thank you for what?” she asked.

“Thank you for choosing to use me as entertainment for you this evening, Mistress,” he replied.

She laughed. “You know just what to say, don’t you? I thought you might be thanking me for stopping. It’s obvious to me that you’ve been well trained, not only in submission but in corporal punishment. It won’t be an easy task to leave you with marks, but I may end up bruising or cutting you, and the only reason I’m letting you know this now is because I want you to know I do appreciate your willingness to remain completely open to my whims, even in advance of meeting me. It would have been easy for me to go the opposite route when I read your email. I could have assumed that you were an asskisser who would say anything to get time with me, but I always trust my instincts, and they told me that you’d come here tonight and prove to me that you’re worthy of my time.”

“Thank you, Mistress Alpha,” he said quickly, “but I’m not at all sure I’m worthy of your time. The only thing I know for sure is that I’m happy to be here, and that I’ll be happy in your presence under any circumstances.”

“I can see you’re quite happy, clearly you didn’t realize you were stating the obvious,” said Alpha, as she swatted his pruriently purple protuberance with the black leather riding crop that she had just taken from her toy closet. “I’m sure you wouldn’t do that on purpose, now would you,” she teased him. “You can apologize now for being unable to control your bodily functions.”

“I’m very sorry, Mistress Alpha, please punish me in any way you see fit,” he said.

“Again, you’re stating the obvious,” she laughed. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and the benefit of my affection, which you seem to be intent on provoking. But, I will not spare you any of the punishment. Stand up straight.”

He straightened up, and she continued to slap at his cock with her crop, swatting front hand and back hand, then a quick, hard succession of twenty strokes to the head of his cock. His face tightened, but his eyes remained open and staring straight ahead, and his hands remained at his sides.

“Now go and put your hands against the wall,” she ordered.

She made trip after trip to the toy closet, bringing out a heavy leather flogger to get her arms warmed up, then the rubber flogger so he would feel it, and because she loved the purple pattern of stripes it would leave behind, then the braided cat o nine and the dragon tail whip, and finally the canes. When she had satisfied herself, she told him to crawl behind her as she made herself comfortable on the plush black leather and steel throne that was in the corner.

“Because you’ve been such a good boy today, and you’ve given me so much pleasure, I’ll allow you to worship my feet,” she said, settling back into the soft upholstery. “But first, start by kissing my boots until you’ve covered every square inch, first the right one, then the left. Then you can take them off. I promise you, you’ll love the scent of my feet after they’ve worked up a sweat from your administering your discipline today.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said, already in the process of applying tiny kisses very closely together all over the toes of her boots.