Chapter 5. A Day of Rest



Mandy awoke slowly in her room the next morning. Gradually, as the events of the previous day came back to her, she curled up on her side in a fetal ball, her hands in front of her face. She had no pillow, and she was naked under the sheet. She remembered little of what had happened once Dominic had left. She had slumped forward, her ass against the wall and her knees finally taking some of the pressure off her shoulders. When the guards came she was barely conscious. She remembered only that they had first of all reached down to release her labia from the clips, then released her arms, ankles, and head, and then held her by the arms as they walked her back to her room. She had collapsed onto the bed, groaning and holding her crotch as sleep came upon her.

She opened her eyes slowly. She smelled tobacco. Dominic was sitting there, watching her with an interested look, smoking a pipe. "Good morning," he said, with no trace of irony. "Did you sleep well?"

Mandy groaned. She hurt everywhere, especially her crotch and shoulders. Her breasts stung, but it was a superficial hurt, only on her skin. Her shoulders ached deeply, and her clitoris pounded with a dull throb. She looked at Dominic with wide eyes, like a lost child. "Why did you hurt me like that?" was all she said.

Dominic looked into her eyes, enjoying the hurt innocence he saw there. "You gave me great pleasure yesterday. That is all you need to know."

Mandy tried to raise her head, to get up. As she did so, her right hand came to the end of its tether, and she realized she was again tied to the bed. In a sudden panic, she jerked her legs and arms up, testing the bonds, failing, and letting out a desperate wail. "Aahh! Let me go, please! No more!"

Her efforts succeeded only in floating her sheet into the air, and it settled down across her thighs, exposing her breasts. Her hands went down to cover them, but the tethers made that impossible, she could only reach her shoulders. Dominic laid down his pipe and stood up, his eyes alive, and came to the edge of the bed. He looked down at her breasts. Mandy lay on her back, fully awake now and breathing heavily, her breasts flattening out on her chest. The entire expanse of flesh was crisscrossed with thin welts, some crossing the aureolae, and her nipples looked red and puffy instead of the soft pink of yesterday.

Dominic's cock began to swell again as he looked at them. Slowly he reached down to gather them up from each side, squeezing them so as to make a soft cleavage. He then looked into her eyes. "You are not yet a trained slave, little one, and until you are trained to the point where you can be trusted, you will find your mobility limited. This is why you are tied to the bed. You might have hurt yourself trying to escape."

He began to run his thumbs gently over the welts on her breasts, feeling the ridges and blisters that had formed. His thumbs crossed the nipples, causing her to wince in pain. Noting this, Dominic moved his hands up to her nipples, and grabbed each between his thumb and forefingers. Squeezing and pulling, he looked again into her pained eyes. "You are here for my pleasure", he said. "Your only goal in life must be to see that I am pleased. You will not realize what this means for some time." He paused, hands rolling her nipples. "When you do, you will be free."

"Ahh! Please stop!" was all that Mandy could say. Despair was rolling up inside her, and her head rolled back. "Stop! Please!"

Dominic let go her nipples, watching as her breasts flopped back to her chest, jiggling slightly before coming to rest. "You did very well yesterday," he said. "But you have many lessons yet to learn, and we must make sure you do not forget them. Any of them."

He reached down and removed the sheet completely. Mandy was able to close her knees by twisting them inward, with her ankles out. Dominic reached below the bed, and the ankle ropes started to draw her ankles out and apart.

Looking down, Mandy was horrified to see that the thin straps were still attached around her thighs, but then just as suddenly she realized that the clips were not attached. Inexorably her legs were drawn out until she was pulled down the bed, her arms now held above her head.

Dominic looked down at her crotch, widespread now, but with the labial clips dangling against her thighs. The lips of her vagina were closed, although he knew that underneath her clitoris was burning. He got up, and returned with a small jar that had been on Mandy's dressing table. Gently, he parted her labia with two fingers, and applied the cream to her clitoris with the fingers of his other hand. Mandy jerked at first, but feeling the soothing coolness of the cream soon became still.

"Today is a day of healing for you," said Dominic. "You have been through much, and you have done well. Your obedience yesterday pleased me greatly." He was looking at her open crotch and rubbing the soothing ointment as he spoke.

"You will be left here in your room for most of the day. You may use this cream on your breasts and nipples if you wish - there is plenty of it and you will find it speeds the healing process. You may rest or sleep, play music, or read any of the books that you will find provided in the bookcase. You will find a stereo in the wall unit over there with a selection of excellent music. Later on, in the evening, you will be summoned for dinner. You will not eat until then. By the time you are summoned you are to be clean, bathed, made up, and dressed in the attire that you will find hanging in the closet. At no time are you to attempt to remove your thigh straps or the labial clips. They will remain in place to remind you of your position. Is all of this understood?"

He looked at her face again. Mandy was enjoying the relief she was beginning to feel from her clitoris, but she was still frightened by the tone in Dominic's voice. Watching her face, Dominic stopped applying the lotion. His two fingers pushed into the flesh on either side of her clitoris, and he began to squeeze firmly. Mandy's body froze and her eyes widened. Dominic said: "At no time are you to touch yourself for pleasure, other than to apply this lotion. You are being watched at all times. If you value your clitoris, you will pay special attention to this command."

Mandy had never masturbated in her life - she had not planned anything of the kind. Her wide eyed nod was so vigorous it was almost comical, and it made her breasts jiggle with her chin.

Dominic smiled, and the pressure of his fingers relaxed. He applied a bit more lotion and then stood up and went to the head of the bed. Pushing another button, he released the tension in the cords, and then he released her arms and legs, one by one. He was cautious, but Mandy made no move to get up. She was weak from her ordeal, and knew she could not overpower Dominic. She was still lying on the bed watching him as he left.

Some minutes later, Dominic was at his desk in his office. The television monitor on the wall was showing Mandy in her room, still lying on her bed sleeping. Dominic was busy with his business affairs for some time, making telephone calls and working at the computer screen on his desk. Some time later, Jaffa appeared with a tray of tea and some biscuits. "I have had a chance to review the tapes, Sir", he said as he laid the tray on the desk. "I think you will find them interesting."

"My good servant," said Dominic, leaning back from his work. "Put them on screen."

"Very well, Sir." He picked up a controller from the tray. The large screen on the wall flickered, and then a scene from the previous night appeared. The view was from the cupboard, through the mirror, and it showed Mandy open and displayed as the guards had left her. They watched, drinking tea and talking softly to each other as the scene progressed. When it ended, Dominic noted that the whole thing had lasted just over an hour. A quick check showed that back in her room, Mandy was still asleep.

"Well, Jaffa my friend, what do you think?"

"Outstanding.", Jaffa replied. "She is a real find. I don't remember anyone making so much progress so quickly. Did you notice when she looked at you?"

"You mean at the time? No", said Dominic. "Let's see that again."

Jaffa went to the controls, and soon the screen showed a still picture of Mandy in position number two, breasts help up, her nipples at the level of her chin. "I will splice in the other tapes, Sir.", said Jaffa, as he worked at the controls. A panel on the wall moved back to reveal a second screen, as large as the first. It flickered to life, and the right half revealed a close-up of Mandy's face, taken from above the position of the first camera. Moments later the left half showed a close-up of her breasts, taken from slightly to the side.

"Let's have the sound this time." Jaffa nodded, and as the tapes began the room was filled with the sound of Mandy's continual gasps and whimpers, and the swoosh and crack of the whip as it fell on the undersides of her breasts. In one close-up Mandy's eyes were closed, mouth open. She would wince in pain as each crack landed, then slowly her expression would change to expectant waiting, her mouth stretched even wider, eyes tight. The other showed her nipples and aureolae bobbling violently with each crack of the whip. They never settled down - the whip, her heavy breathing, and the shaking in her straining hands kept them in delightful motion.

As Dominic and Jaffa watched, on the left screen, right after the whip had struck, Mandy's right hand lost its grip slightly. Immediately her eyes opened, a look of panic crossing her face. Her hand grabbed for her breast, the fingers digging in, catching it, and then Mandy's shoulders went back as both her right and left hands pulled her breasts even higher. At that point she glanced quickly at Dominic, off screen.

"Stop there!" said the real Dominic, watching intently.

Anticipating, Jaffa had pressed the control and all three images stopped. He framed back and forward several times until one close-up in particular was displayed. They both looked at it intently.

"I think it is fear", said Dominic, finally. "She just wanted to see if I had noticed."

"You could be right, Sir", said Jaffa. "She did want to see if you had noticed. But there is some pride there as well, don't you think?"

It was hard to tell. A slave in her first training session should not be feeling pride at her ability to follow her Master's most humiliating instructions. Some slaves had never accomplished this, after years of training. Yet there it was perhaps, in the frame.

"Outstanding," said Dominic, leaning back in his chair and sighing deeply. "Just outstanding."

Jaffa took his eyes off the screen and looked at him. After a moment he cleared his throat and said: "Perhaps, Sir, we should not assume to much at this point. We could be mistaken, and one does want to be sure."

Dominic looked at him. Then he smiled. "As usual, Jaffa, you are a source of great wisdom. There is nothing to be gained by speeding up the training at this point, until we are sure."

Jaffa was about to nod and reply, but at that point a soft bell sounded, indicating that Mandy had awoken and left her bed. Jaffa adjusted the controls, and the scene on the monitor shifted back to her room. The cover moved over the second screen. Jaffa placed the controller on the desk, picked up the tray, and left the room.







After some time lying on her bed looking around at her room, Mandy had decided she needed to pee. She got up and moved to the bathroom. Entering, she looked in the mirror, and noticed with shock that her face still wore the evidence from the previous night. Long shiny streaks of solidified cum, slightly brown from dust in the air, ran up from her chin to her forehead. Below, on the tops of her breasts, cum had also fallen and dried, covering some of her whip marks. She went to mirror and, leaning forward over the sink, ran some water and began to rinse her face.

From the camera behind the mirror, Dominic studied her carefully, looking directly into her eyes as Mandy looked up to examine her cheeks and forehead. Then he switched views to another camera above the door, and noted with pleasure how Mandy naturally bent at the hips, back straight, thrusting her ass out in the most provocative manner. Really, he had not noticed her ass in quite this way before. It was tight and muscled from her dancing, but still had the voluptuous curves of a woman. It was unmarked, unlike the undersides of her breasts, which from this angle were truly enormous, hanging down past the edge of the sink, the fresh whip marks plainly visible.

Mandy peed in the toilet, then ran the shower and got in, cleaning herself thoroughly. Dominic went back to his work, noting Mandy's movements from time to time on the monitor. Mandy wandered around her quarters, still naked but for the straps around her wrists, ankles, and thighs, exploring all the cupboards and closets. One closet was locked, and she assumed it held her evening wear since she could not find this anywhere else. She examined the collection of CD's - an excellent choice of classical and contemporary selections. The books, on the other hand, were a bit strange. She recognized none of the titles.

This was all a bit too weird, she finally began to think. Memories of her normal life just a few days before started to enter her mind, and her status as a prisoner began to sink in. She should be trying to escape, she knew. But what could she do? She didn't even know what country she was in, let alone how to leave her room. And the throbbing in her clitoris, no longer harsh, but present, reminded her of the consequences if she made a mistake.

Several hours later a bell rang softly, and there was a noise as the closet unlocked. Mandy looked up from the chair she was sitting in. She immediately recognized this as a signal for her to get ready for dinner. She was very hungry by this point, and got up to check the closet. Inside was a long gown of raw silk, blue in color, and a white bra. That was all. On the gown was a small white note that said simply: "Dinner in one hour. Please be ready."

Mandy decided that she should comply. Her curiosity, unbelievably, was beginning to become aroused. She had not seen nor talked to anyone since the morning, hours ago. What would happen at dinner? She went to the bathroom, showered again, and opening the closet found no makeup, but a hair dryer and brush, as well as some deodorant, and a small bottle of perfume. She fixed her hair as she liked it, used the deodorant, and then in a final act she couldn't quite believe herself, she touched a bit of the perfume behind her ears.

Entering the bedroom, she picked up the white bra. It was not clear at first how she was to wear it. It had straps for the shoulders, but they were so far apart at the front this was not immediately obvious. They rose up from the outer edges of two stiff lacy panels that were no more that a couple of inches in width. Mandy put her hands through the straps and pulled it up, realizing as she did the strap in the back that this was hardly a bra at all. It simply pushed her breasts up and together from the base, along her ribs. Her breasts spilled over the front and sides, and she had an enormous cleavage at the top. From the front, in the mirror, she could not see the bra at all, apart from where the straps crossed her shoulders. She realized with a start that if anything, her breasts looked like they had the night before, in position number one.

Turning to the bed, she had to bend over to see past her breasts and pick up the dress. She slipped it over her head. The fabric was exceptionally soft, but as she pulled it down it began to cling to her skin. She pulled and stretched it out, and then looked in the mirror. The dress was simple, with squared shoulders and puffy sleeves that ended above the elbow. The hem reached to mid-thigh level. The bodice was cut square and low, so that her breasts bulged out. The nipples and aureolae were covered, but the fabric was so thin and it clung so close that both were clearly visible. Below her breasts the fabric clung as well, so that the only real space was where her bra was pushing into her breasts. All over the rest of her body the fabric clung tightly, revealing every curve, and even revealing her thigh straps. She could feel the fabric working into the crack of her ass. Apart from the soft wrinkles of blue silk everywhere, she was still naked.

The soft bell rung out once again. This time the door opened, and Jaffa was standing there. Mandy was frightened of Jaffa, and she stood still.

"Come." he said. "The Master is waiting." He stood aside as Mandy came through the door, and, pointing, followed her down the hall to another door. He made Mandy stop in front of it, and then standing behind her he grabbed the leather collar around her neck. Taking a cord in his hands, he then asked Mandy to cross her wrists behind her neck. When she complied, he fastened them there, leaving the rest of the cord to dangle down her back. "Stay here." he said, then knocked on the door and stood back a few paces down the hall.

When the door opened, it was Dominic. "Thank you, Jaffa." he said, and Jaffa left. Dominic remained standing at the doorway, looking at Mandy with her elbows high and her breasts out. His manner was very relaxed. His eyes fell to her breasts, which were bulging high from the top of her dress, the stripes of the whip disappearing under the silk at each side. His hands went out to touch them at the sides.

At this moment something in Mandy snapped. Her eyes blazed and she kicked out at Dominic, turned, and ran down the hall. She ran furiously, and surprisingly fast given the awkward position of her hands.

Dominic did not chase her. He watched as she raced away, a soft smile forming on his lips. His eyes were on her ass cheeks jumping under the silk as she finally turned a corner out of sight.

Dominic heard her scream. Moments later Mandy reappeared feet first, in the strong arms of a guard who had her around the torso and thighs. Struggling, Mandy was carried back to the doorway and placed on her feet once again in front of Dominic. Jaffa, who had reappeared from the other direction, stood behind and held her by the elbows, his chest against her back. She struggled still, kicking and squirming, but Jaffa simply held her there, applying pressure to her sore shoulders.

Finally she stopped. Panting, she looked up to see Dominic in front of her again. She was angry, but also embarrassed by how quickly she had been caught.

Dominic stepped up to her. After a moment he slapped her, hard, across the face. "As I told you this morning," said Dominic, "You have much yet to learn."

He reached down for her breasts again, gathering them together from the sides as he had before, only more roughly now. He pushed them together so that they bulged more lewdly from the top of her dress. His fingers dug into them, through the flimsy cloth. "You will learn that your only task is to give me pleasure.", he repeated, looking into her frightened eyes. "And it will give me great pleasure to punish you for this little incident."

"Aah! No Please! I 'm sorry!" Mandy cried, with genuine grief and tears. "Please! I'll do what you want!"

"Will you?" said Dominic. "Yes, I suppose you will."

Dominic looked at Mandy evenly for a moment longer, and then his manner abruptly changed. "Well! plenty of time. Are you ready for dinner? And will you behave?"

Mandy looked at him incredulously, and then slowly nodded. Her eyes were still frightened, but her body was calm.

"Straighten yourself up then, and come in."

Jaffa released her and Mandy stood up straight. She was quite unable to fix her dress, which had come somewhat askew at the bodice to reveal her left aureola. Meekly, she followed him into the room, her elbows held close to her face. As the door closed behind her, locking automatically, Dominic pointed out a small circular table that had been set for two. It was beautiful - covered with the finest silk tablecloth and bone china. As she sat down, feeling awkward with her arms held, Dominic went to a wall panel and dimmed the lights, and music began to play softly. Arriving behind her, he loosened the cord just enough so that she could reach the table with her hands by leaning forward. Then he sat down across from her.

Dominic began the conversation by asking Mandy about her tastes in music. Mandy could not respond at first - she did not know what to say. She looked at him with a puzzled expression, and Dominic continued, asking about her favorite pianist.

"What . . . I don't understand." was all Mandy replied.

"My dear, its a simple question. I know you love music. You play the piano beautifully. Who is your favorite pianist?

Mandy just stared back at him, her puzzled expression looking incongruous atop her exposed breasts. Her hands were held in front of her, just above the table. The cords from her neck wrapped around the outside of her mounds, pushing them together slightly. Dominic's voice changed just slightly. "It would please me if you answered my question, Mandy."

At that, Mandy's eyes widened and she said "I . . . I have several favorites - Simpson, . . . Donnini, I suppose, . . . I don't know"

"Ah, good choices," said Dominic, "You know, I saw Alberto Donnini live a year ago, and then had him come and play for me and a few of my friends. He was magnificent! We had him in our conservatory, right here, in this estate."

Mandy was utterly confused and disoriented. She hurt all over, and she was still flustered and embarrassed by her attempt to escape and her swift recapture. And now these opulent surroundings and the bizarre topic of conversation were too much. Yet Dominic's statement cut through it all, and suddenly he had her attention. She looked at him. "You had Donnini play for you in this house?"

In reality, it was amazing. By the year 2015 advances in recording and broadcast technology allowed millions of music listeners all over the world to reproduce the live experience in their own homes. Players of Donnini's ability earned enormous fees for their performances since their audiences literally spanned the globe. Players of even slightly lesser ability earned far less. A private performance? This was truly unbelievable.

"Yes," said Dominic, expansively. "I was able to offer him some unique benefits, and I was able to convince him to give a private performance. He played for several hours - his Chopin was the best, I think."

At this point Jaffa brought the first course, and poured two generous glasses of wine. Dominic continued to talk. Mandy found she was very hungry, and started to eat, and to drink. Jaffa kept her glass full. After a while Dominic succeeded in drawing Mandy out about her tastes not only in music, but also dance and the arts. There was no talk of her previous life - only of artistic and intellectual matters, and Dominic was always interested in Mandy's opinions. He responded with great intelligence and understanding.

Throughout, Dominic made no secret of his interest in her breasts and of the reason he had left her arm tethers so short. Every time Mandy wanted to pick something up off her plate she had to lean forward so that her breasts actually touched the table, and below her chin Dominic saw only her two bulging masses of pink skin crossed with darker red stripes, pushed together to form a deep cleavage. Gradually, due to friction with the table, both of her aureolae became exposed, and the nipples were hidden just under the gathered fringe at the top of her bodice.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked after she had finished her last plate.

"The company of a beautiful and intelligent woman is one of the great pleasures in life." was the sincere reply.

Mandy could see his pleasure - it was written all over his face and throughout his conversation. But the memories of her recent ordeal came back suddenly, overwhelming her, and her voice caught in her throat as she said "So why did you . . . rape me?"

Dominic looked at her, seeing the tears form in her eyes once again. "Oh Mandy," he said. "Training you will give me such pleasure."

Mandy started to shake, and she had to look away.

At that point Jaffa arrived and began to clear the table. Dominic announced that it was time for her to return to her room. She looked at him sharply, wondering what was to happen, remembering his earlier talk of punishment. But his face held no answers. She got up, he shortened the cord again, and she walked with him back to her room, his arm around her hip.

In the room, Dominic released her hands and then grabbed her dress at the hem, peeling it off her in a single motion. He removed her bra, and she was naked again before him. She did not resist. He led her to the bed and made her lie down. Her breaths became shorter as he fastened her wrists and ankles to the cords on her bed, and shortened them until she could not keep her legs together, or bring her hands down past her face.

Mandy did not struggle. She was hoping, maybe, that he had forgotten or perhaps even forgiven her attempt at escape.

When he was finished, Dominic sat down on the bed at her waist, and spoke. "Thank you for the evening." he started simply. Then, as his hand reached down to grab her left breast, his tone changed. He circled her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and gathered up her breast with his other fingers, squeezing her nipple and aureola atop a ball of flesh between his finger and thumb. With his other hand, he grabbed her nipple tightly, and began to pull. The pain from her damaged nipple as he squeezed it shot through Mandy's entire breast, and made her catch her breath. He looked at her, squeezing hard.

"Your punishment will begin tomorrow," he said. She could not reply, but looked up at him fearfully. "You will learn to regret your insolence, and you will learn obedience." He was twisting now, and the pain was causing Mandy to cry out, but she could not take her eyes from him. Finally his voice softened: "You will give me great pleasure."

A final shake of his right hand sent shock waves through Mandy's vibrating breast tissue and the tears started to well up in her eyes. Finally Dominic let go, got up, and left.



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