Lisa was looking for Wendy that morning not three men dressed in black leather hoods. The largest of the three greeted her as she entered through the back door. They did not get the surprise from behind that Wendy had gotten. One man stepped behind Lisa blocking the doorway, the large man in front.

"We have come to collect our property." Lisa looked dumb founded, then panicky.

"What property?" Lisa asked retreating into the man behind her.

"Why you, Lisa." The large man spoke. The man behind her grabbed her wrists immediately drawing them behind her. Lisa stood motionless. She knew now exactly who they were. They placed leather wrist cuffs on her locking her wrists behind her back. They led her to the living room in silence. Lisa fought her fears diligently. When they arrived at the couch one of the men from behind place a ball-gag about Lisa's head. She opened her mouth accepting her situation completely. The black tube at her ankles made her very uncomfortable. Her wrists bound. Her ankles bound. Lisa's eye caught a glint of light off the blade of the scalpel. Her eyes widened instantly in utter panic. Two men held her arms tight as the large man cut through her blouse, then her bra. She struggled but they held her firm. He unzipped her skirt, smiled and cut through her hose and panties. Lisa was naked. Sweat began forming upon her forehead. Lisa's eyes darted about wildly as her heart pounded. These men were rapists, not at all here to collect her for some bondage club. And she had not even struggled against them! She was filled with rage as much at herself as at them. The large man took out a pair of clippers. Lisa began to flail her arms. They were not going to get her this easy. The large man pressed a button on a small black box. Lisa struggled only to loose her balance as the spring-loaded spreader bar sprang Lisa's legs three feet wide apart. She was stunned by the complete surprise of the incident. Lisa stood still as the man shaved her soft bush into a small baggie. The large man took out a thick leather belt with several large steel rings. He placed it about her waist cinching it way too tight. It seemed to cut Lisa in half. Then her wrists were unlocked. She struggled to free herself. The men were far too strong. One by one her wrists were locked to the rings at the side of her waist belt.

"Bend her over the couch."

Here it comes, Lisa thought to herself! They drug her to the couch pushing her over the back. Lisa's head hit the cushion. She steeled herself against the pending rape. She felt cold greasy cream being applied to the bottom. A butt plug began forcing her soft tissue apart. Lisa tried to yell but the ball-gag and couch cushions prevented anything but a very muffled sound. Finally Lisa sphincter seal up about the base of the butt plug. The men stood Lisa back to her feet. She felt wobbly as the blood rushed from her head. The large man took out the biggest dildo Lisa had ever seen. It was nine inches in length and as big as her own forearms. He forced it rather roughly into her tightly contracted pussy. It hurt. Pain spread through her insides as the end impacted Lisa's cervix. It was still out an inch or so as Lisa was not a large woman. The man grunted. One of the men from behind her buckled a leather strap to her waist belt at the back. The large man reached between her legs retrieving it as it dangled freely. He pulled it tight up through her legs. He pulled hard on the strap end painfully forcing the remaining dildo inside Lisa's twat. She buckled at the center. He fastened the first of three buckles. In another minute he had completed his task locking the buckles from Lisa's reach. Lisa began to ache at her center. She felt stuffed, almost wishing they had raped her. The pressure on her insides was nauseating. Lisa slouched forward slightly to ease the pain. Someone from behind began gathering up her hair. Lisa tried to turn her head slightly. She was yanked back to the front by her ball-gag. The Leather hood slipped over her head. With a few careful tugs she was zipped into darkness. Lisa felt overwhelmed; completely possessed by these men. A leather band was placed about Lisa's neck. They pulled it taught, but not too tight. All was silent, dark. Lisa was scared. She felt a hand cup her breast. Strong fingers rolled her nipple. Searing pain shot through Lisa's breast as the man attached the first nipple clamp smashing her tender nipple at the center. Lisa tried to scream in pain. She tried frantically to struggle against the pain. Tears flooded her eyes as she could feel the hand upon her other breast. Barely, just barely through the pain and terror raging in her breast Lisa pulled away screaming an audible, "NO!" The next clamp sent new torrents of pain raging through Lisa's chest blocking any sensible input to her mind. Someone depressed the spreader bar. They began dragging a barely conscious woman towards to back door. Lisa staggered, struggled, stumbled, and was lifted into some kind of step van at the back door. Her head was pushed forward into a groove, each arm released from her waistband rested easily next to her head. Stooping forward relieved the pressure at her center. Her nipples were becoming numb to the searing pain. As each nipple became more numb to the clamp, a slow burning fire grew in her breasts. Her chest flaming painfully in her mind. Lisa rested forward. One of the three men closed the pillory over her arms and neck. Lisa struggled recognizing far too late the nature of her resting-place. She heard the lock click closed. The other man sprung the spreader bar as soon as the pillory was closed. Lisa's leg shot wide. She staggered struggling for balance as she heard the van doors closing behind her. The engine started. Lisa wept beneath her hood as the van bounced out of the driveway.

The clock started - 900 by 50 makes for eighteen fun-filled days at the compound for Lisa.

Day One

Lisa's nipples throbbed. Her breasts burned. Her ass stretched and stuffed, hurt. Her pussy crammed too full made her insides ache. The bouncing jarring van-ride compounding every pain. Her mind whirled in agony as she felt the van jerk to a stop. It was black inside the van, black under the hood. She hurt too much to be scared. The van door clatter as it rose above her head. Her body tightened as she felt a human presence. The lock on the pillory clicked. The headboard rose freeing Lisa. She stood straight as she could. Her legs spread wide by the bar. A strong man at each arm locked Lisa's wrists onto her waistband. The tension in her ankles slackened. The spreader bar removed. Lisa was helped down from the van, still hooded, in total darkness. There was sand beneath her feet as she stumbled along with someone leading her. Lisa's heart arose from despair. There was another woman's voice she could hear.

"Bring her here." A gruff man spoke. Lisa stumbled forward. A length of heavy chain was locked on to her left wrist cuff as it was freed from her waist belt. It was run through a ring in her neck collar, measured to length, cut and locked onto her right wrist cuff. Another length of chain was locked to her left ankle cuff, run up through a ring in the front of her waist belt, measured for length, cut and locked onto her right ankle cuff. She was chained and locked into the next eighteen days.

Someone grabbed her wrists and led Lisa through a doorway. The floor felt wooden beneath Lisa's feet. That was nice. She staggered along until he pulled her to a stop. No one spoke much, but Lisa knew there were others, women like her, she had heard them. Something ticked the clamp on he right nipple. In a terrible painful instant the clamp was removed. Lisa's knees buckled as a fiery pain raced through her breast. It was far worse than the numbing, burning she had felt only moments before. Something cold took hold of her nipple stretching it away from her. Lisa felt a burning prick against the side of her nipple. Lisa's nipples were small, petite, softer than some. Her aureoles mottled red blending into the complexion of her ample firm breasts. The piercing needle passed through fairly easily. A picture of Wendy's nipple rings and chain flashed into Lisa's mind. She knew what was happening. How she had enjoyed Wendy's rings. and now Lisa had her own. She felt something tick the other clamp. This time Lisa was prepared for the searing pain, though it did little good. The piercing needle passed through Lisa's other nipple. Then she could feel heat radiating towards her nipple. She nearly burned herself fearing the branding iron. Two men held her more firmly as the chain was measured, cut and welded onto her new rings. Lisa's breasts were clearing of pain. Her nipples had a radiant burning sensation through them. She could feel the swinging of her new chain in each breast as she walked behind the man leading her into an adjoining room. She liked its feel. Lisa tried to smile about her new chain but the situation simple would not allow it.

He unzipped her hood tucking it into her waistband. The light hurt Lisa's powder blue eyes. She had not seen sunshine for nearly the whole of the day. Her vision was blurry, but clearing. As she could see about her, there stood other women clad exactly as she. Ten as she counted. Lisa nearly choked on the ball-gag. Her jaws ached. In another few minutes a woman clad in black leather entered the room followed by several women dress much as Lisa only without hoods and gags.

Each new woman had an escort. Lisa's Mistress was a lovely tall fair complexioned woman. She reminded her of Wendy. She removed the ball-gag as the Head Mistress began to speak.

"Each of you will be give a paper with the schedule on it. Your Mistress will review the workings of your daily schedule. You will be allowed to speak only when spoke to. And you will respond with a simple; Yes, Master or Yes, Mistress. You will do exactly as you are told or you will be punished severely. Do you understand?"

A muffled Yes, Mistress came from the newbies. The Head Mistress stepped aside as a large man in black leathers approached the podium.

"This will be your only question and answer period. Some of you have sold yourselves as life choices; others were sold to us by your significant others for a period that you are aware of. Ladies I bought you. I own you. Your bodies and everything about you is mine while you are here. I will do with them as I wish. And you will do as you are told. This is not an option.

"You have received a schedule. Learn it. Allow me to recap the important areas. The club opens at three PM everyday. Every other day each of you will work the dungeons. On the off days you will be allowed to rest and work the lounge areas. You will earn tips for your services. These tips will be collected and returned to you at the end of your stay with us.

"I make money in three ways. 1- I buy woman to work in the club. 2- I buy, train and sell woman of bondage. 3- I train and breed dogs for the pleasures of woman. You will work in each of these areas. At the end of your stay each of you will be sold at auction. Your sales price as well as the club markings will be branded upon your pussy. These are permanent reminders of your stay with me. So make an effort. You don't want to be branded a two-bit whore for the rest of your life. Questions?"

The image of Wendy's brands came into Lisa's mind. and her pussy rings. This was where she had received all these things. A twinge of future anxiety flashed across Lisa's twat as she thought about being branded. 20,000 was Wendy's sales price. She would have to try and best that. Lisa stood motionless listening. She really wasn't sure yet what she did know and did know.

"What exactly are you referring to when you say tips for services?" A brunette asked.

"If a member asked you for something you do it, perform it, tolerate it, or show it without question." Well, that was simple enough.

"Are you referring sexual favors?" she pressed on. Of course, dummy! Lisa thought.

"Fuck it or suck it, Lady" Well, Duh.

"The hell I will, and what of this auction?" a short blond blurted out rudely.

"It is exactly that, an auction. You will be sold, period. If your significant other chooses he may reclaim you. or he may accept the sales price less my commission. All sales are final. If you or he accept the sales price you will be shipped promptly to your knew owner. There is no choice in this matter," she snorted.

"You can't sell me. That's illegal," she retorted.

The Head Master looked directly at her. "I own you, and I will sell you. And if you have this attitude at home I can't see your husband refusing your sale. And you will be shipped within the same hour of the auction. I promise." She grunted her refusal and mentioned a lawyer.

The Head Master turned to the Head Mistress. "Call her husband give him ten thousand cash today. Call Jorge in Bogota and tell him I've got one for his dungeon. Brand her a 'Two-Bit Whore' and get her on the next plane."

Two large men took seized her arms from behind. She screamed bloody murder. Her mistress replaced her gag. Two more grabbed her legs. They carried her fighting and struggling out of the room. The Head Mistress simply left the room during the commotion.

"Anyone other questions?"

Stunned silence had befallen the room. This was too real all of a very sudden. Wendy's guarantee of security rang loudly in Lisa's ears. Wendy would never sell Lisa for the money. After several very long moments of silence an Asian woman spoke up.

"What did you mean by dogs for the pleasures of woman?" Her tone was very subdued.

"I breed and train dogs to fuck woman. Each of you will be provided one dog to train daily. You will breed, feed, walk, play, and groom this animal. You will maintain his kennel. And you will be his Bitch. Do you understand?" The Head Master's patience had been spent on the short blond. He was blunt and forceful.

The small tag on Wendy's ankle, of course, Wendy had 'wed' Bud, their dog. She was his Bitch. And Lisa had spent the past two months sucking Wendy's pussy. Oh, well, tasted good at the time. Lisa smiled to herself. Eighteen days? She could do this. The Head Master left the room to stone silence. He was not a man to be trifled with. Each Mistress began by replacing the ball-gag. Then leading the newbies from the room. Lisa followed hers in complete silence.

When they arrived at her room the Mistress undid her gag. She removed the locks about the chastity panty holding the butt plug and dildo in place. Lisa stood quietly while the Mistress unbuckled and removed the belt. The Dildo in Lisa's twat clunked upon the floor. Lisa looked startled at her Mistress. They both laughed out loud. The silence needed to be broken. Silence had been simply deafening since the blond had been hauled off.

"The linens are on the bed. There are bath facilities just inside. You'll need to keep clean here. And shave that." She pointed to Lisa's roughly trimmed mound. Lisa bent down to retrieve her toy from the floor between her legs.

"Did he really do that?" Lisa asked still incredulous.

"You better believe it. She will not be here come work time tonight. Do what you are told." Lisa could see the wisdom in that advice. "Let me review the schedule with you. Meals are prompt. Be early to your assignments. The work in the lounge is easy, the dungeons can be tough depending on who shows up."

"And the dogs?" Lisa asked removing the butt plug.

"You'll get used to it. I personal hate it, but many of the woman love it."

"Are the tips worth the service?" Lisa asked sarcastically.

"Sure are. I make more in one night in tips than my husband does in a week." The Mistress turned to leave. "You'll be required to wear your plugs and chastity belt unless you are working the dungeons. Follow the crowds. They know where they are going. You best clean up. Dinner is in a hour and work follows."

"I have a problem with the dildo," Lisa said.

The Mistress chuckled. "Yes, I could see that. Talk to the Doc in the morning only he can fix that." She turned and left Lisa to her own. Lisa starred blankly around the room. "This could be fun. or a real nightmare for a woman." Lisa was determined to make it as much fun as she could.

It was awkward cleaning up with all the chains. Their very weight was simply bothersome. And Lisa's nipples hurt at the slightest touch. They may not have been at thick as some, still they were much more sensitive than most. She rinsed cool water over the piercings. It seemed to help some. Lisa made the bed. A bell tolled somewhere. Lisa began fumbling with the plugs and leather belt. The contraption was much harder to work with than she had expected. Women were passing in front of her door. Lisa joined the crowd.

And so it began for Lisa just at it had for her lover and friend, Wendy. Lisa was assigned to the Lounge for the night. There is a big difference between fantasy, hearing a thing, and the very reality of it. And so it was for Lisa. She had been told to show it, suck it, or fuck it. Only then it was out there somewhere - a not real thing yet. And now in the Lounge it became very real.

"You're new here tonight aren't you?" The man tugged hard at Lisa's nipple chain. Tears weld in her eyes. Her freshly pierced flesh revolted to the abuse.

"Yes, Master," Lisa choked out nearly dropping her tray.

"Stand here." Two men took their leave. The barman handed something to them. They returned. One of them undid the locks about Lisa's chastity buckles. Her dildo fell to the floor.

"Pick it up." Lisa bent to retrieve her toy.

"Bend over the table."

Lisa looked startled, but walked forward leaning over the table.

Crack a riding crop crashed across her bottom just below the fleshy round part, directly impacting Lisa's soft pussy lips. Lisa howled in pain. She had never taken such pain across her pussy. A hand sought to console her bottom. Another crack more directly upon her pussy. Lisa jumped against the pain. She danced holding her fiery bottom. Her labia screaming through her mind.

"Bend over."

"Yes, Master," Lisa sobbed. She braced herself for another blow and waited. Then she felt his cock pressing against her vulva. He pressed hard as he entered her. Lisa reeled as he began fucking her pussy. In another second someone else had a protruding cock pressed against her mouth. She knew what was to happen obliging him quickly. The man at her ass pumped away while she sucked the others thick dick. Tears streamed down Lisa's shocked face. The man in her pussy came with a loud grunt filling her pussy with his spunk. Lisa could feel that the man in her mouth was having a difficult time holding out. She increased her attentions. Something tugged at her bottom. Another man was removing her butt plug. Lisa had never been taken in the ass. It felt new, uncomfortable, exciting. The man in her mouth came quickly. She did her best to swallow his cum not daring to spill a drop. She closed her eyes to the new sensation filling her ass. Lisa liked the rhythm in her bottom.

Lisa came with a loud, "Oh, yes. Fuck my ass!" He obliged eagerly filling her ass with his warm jism. They left her, not a word. Nothing! Just lying there with cum seeping from every orifice of Lisa's body. She was in complete shock. Lisa stood fumbling about herself, feeling used, discarded, and exposed. She struggled to a recessed corner of the lounge to replace her toys and redo her chastity panty. After a strong drink belted back at the bar Lisa walked back into her area of work. Two of the men had returned to their original table.

"It's always fun to pluck a Newbie!" chided one to the other.

"Yeah. They're so. so. shocked." He laughed out loud. He took out a twenty-dollar bill producing a clothespin as if from nowhere.

"Come here, Woman," he commanded.

"Yes, Master," Lisa replied, fear in her voice. He pinned the twenty to her right nipple. Lisa reeled again struggling to deal with the fiery pain shooting through her newly pierced nipple. The other man stood producing a twenty also. Lisa knew what she was to do. Her breasts burned in pain as she retreated from the two men. It took all the restraint she had not to attempt to remove the money hanging from her tender nipples. By the time Lisa had worked two hours quite a lot of money was pinned about her tummy and breasts. Her skin tingled as she tried to focus on waiting tables.

"Come here." The Head Mistress summoned Lisa to the bar.

"Yes, Mistress." Lisa presented herself promptly.

The Head Mistress began removing the money from her body. Lisa found it very intriguing how the feeling returned in a rush of pain. It was. stimulating as she experienced the very intensity of it. Lisa counted some 120.00 in tips. and the night was not yet over! Lisa ordered another margarita to rinse the stale taste of jism from her mouth. The last man had left a lingering after taste. The Head Mistress dismissed her to return to work. Lisa was beginning to enjoy the whole sordid event.

As she had lay in bed awaiting sleep she had considered the nature of her situation. She was alone. Her husband had divorced her sometime ago. She had not been with a man, any man in over a year. She loved Wendy. She missed her. Longed for her touch, her sent. But here, today every part of her sensuality and sex had been on full alert. She felt more than satisfied or fulfilled. more like over whelmed. Lisa's sense of her own sex expanded into every waking moment. Lisa quite liked the feelings. A sense of anticipation had begun to replace that of dread. She was almost looking forward to the next 17 days. all that? Take it one day at a time she cautioned herself. Sleep slowly replaced excitement.

I almost ran to the computer. I wanted so much to be sure that Lisa, my friend and lover, was okay. The computer booted so slowly it seemed like an hour-long process. FINALLY! I punched in the address of the bondage club. Long moments passed. I ticked my coded ID; the screen flashed. and there was Lisa being led from the van. I remembered the horror I had felt. My heart pounded, a tear moistened my eyes. Then the next picture. Lisa's nipple chain. I touched my chest seeking my own chain with my fingertips. I remembered the pain. and how much Lisa had like to tug me to her with my own chain. I smiled. A tear trickled down my cheek. I keyed the mouse. The next picture began clear. Lisa was working the Lounge. Actually she was draped over a table in the Lounge while someone seemed to be readying to strike her fair flesh from above. I winced as the memory of the flaming pains raced through my body. Then Lisa was being fucked as someone in a black leather hood forced fellatio upon her. I remembered! I remembered that I liked being fucked. often. My pussy flushed warm with the memories. Dan would never ever know how much I had like the sex. and their attention to my sex. My heart pounded as I reviewed each picture. My palms were cold, clammy, sweating as I closed the web page for the night.

"Good night, Lisa. Take care." I whispered at the glowing screen.



Lisa began the day with a touch of enthusiasm. She showered, dressed and hurried along to breakfast, then to the Doc's. This dildo thing had to be fixed. She was just down right sore. And worse she feared that the thing banging against her internal organs might cause some real damage.

Lisa lay on the table. The exam was quick. Lacking any real professionalism. Lisa was nervous about the situation. She didn't like Doctors much and this seemed more voyeuristic than medical.

"Doc, the dildo is to large. I can feel it against my cervix. Is there a smaller one I can use?"

"Yes, there are several available." The Doc inserted the dildo into Lisa. She winced as it came into contact with her insides. The end was still several inched from Lisa's vulva.

"I see." He spoke softly. He paused a moment as though in thought while rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger. A slight shudder ran through Lisa's tummy. He smiled at her knowing exactly what he was doing. The Doc extracted the dildo. After several minutes he returned to the examination table a shorter version in his hand. It was still as wide as Lisa's forearm, just shorter.

"I want you to not use this for the rest of the day. You need to heal inside a bit. I'll inform the Head Mistress. This is your replacement. It is radiosensitive and will be activated at random throughout the day. It's new for us. I think you'll enjoy it."

Lisa sat up. The Doc handed the new dildo to her with a smirk. She smiled back. He was a 'dirty old man', and oddly enough Lisa was enjoying it. She hopped off of the table and replaced the chastity belt with only her butt plug in place.

Lisa returned to her room. At the appointed time a Mistress showed up in Lisa's room. She handed Lisa another paper with instructions on it.

You are to train the personal companion to one of our wealthiest clients. Your efforts will be closely monitored.

"Follow me."

Lisa paused only long enough to read over the paper she had been given. The dog's name was 'Benjamin August Bellevue III'. He was to be referred to as August. His pedigree was lengthy! He was a Great Dane. She would be training him as a companion while at the same time he was to be trained as a guardian by the Head Master. Lisa felt a little awed by the event. She had never even been with a dog. and certainly wasn't sure what was to be expected. She followed the Mistress to the kennels.

The dog, just past being a pup, was large. Lisa was smallish. That seemed to put them on a very equal ground. Though Lisa soon found out how much stronger this pup was than she. That frightened her. She would have to be very careful around him. His play might hurt her physically. His weight was more than she could control. She grimaced as she realized that once had she would be at the mercy of his desires for her. She would have to be emotionally strong to cope with his size and strength or she would never "train" this dog. He was, however, an example of his breeding, a beautiful specimen, silver gray, strong features, and magnificent lines. Lisa took a quick peek at his sheath. He was more than large! She smiled. Her thighs flushed warm as her stomach churned anxiously.

"This will be fun," she muttered scratching his tummy. Lisa attached his leash and led him from the kennel. Lisa played with August for over an hour. He was cumbersome in his size, graceful in his motion. She loved him instantly!

That night at the Lounge was much the same. except that now Lisa was prepared. She eagerly participated in every sexual encounter. She closed her eyes and savored each clothespin and its accompanying monetary contribution. Lisa had decided to have fun, enjoy herself, and she was.

Dan and the kids kept me busy until well after dinner. Lisa had not left my mind since her abduction two days ago. I knew the routine. Today she would be introduced to her "Sire." Tomorrow she would be mated. something that would forever change her sexuality. And tomorrow she would be introduced to the dungeons. How would she fare with all of these? My mind raced leaving an unsettled disturbance in my mind. Work was difficult. Home was difficult. At last I sat to the computer. I felt much more patient as the computer buzzed, clicked, and whirred to life. In only a few more seconds I was watching Lisa.

She seemed happy. No panic or stress appeared on her as I looked over her countenance. And the dog. or small horse was utterly magnificent! I blushed at the flame of desire I sensed in my womb. How could I be filled with such a lusty desire for another woman's dog?! Yet I was utterly wanton as I sat gaping at the picture before me. I was wet from the desire of my passions. I finished the pictures confidant that Lisa would not only survive but also do all right for the next sixteen days. And I wanted Bud. NOW!



Lisa arose refreshed from her night's sleep. She could not remember sleeping so soundly in ages. A part from simple exhaustion, her body was satisfied beyond the well-used stage. Her body and Lisa had needed the rest. She cleaned up quickly. Lisa smiled as she fitted the new dildo into her vagina. It felt good, full and yet thankfully there was no pain. Lisa cheerfully fastened the belt about her loins and strode to breakfast.

Lisa flinched, sitting more straight in her chair. She giggled looking sheepishly about her. Could anyone hear? Was there anyone else? Out of the corner of Lisa's eye she noticed one other woman with an odd smile. Lisa watched. She sat very still, her eyes closed. yes, she must feel it too. Lisa settled as the dildo vibrated inside her. It had come on only moments before. Lisa starred at a small nick in the tabletop. The vibrating buzzed on. Lisa's tummy twitched. Her pussy contracted. Lisa shifted in her chair. An orgasm was building inside her. then it stopped. Just like that it stopped. And she was so close. Lisa's temper flamed at the denial and frustration she was feeling. Then she smiled, almost laughing at the sense of teasing. Someone was simply toying, playing with their bodies, her body, like their own personal play toys. Lisa returned to her breakfast.

"Guess I'll just have to be quicker. or enjoy it for what it's worth," Lisa said softly to herself. She giggled.

The Head Master greeted Lisa at the kennel. She had not seen him since the introduction on the first day. Lisa remembered clearly how he had sold the bitchy woman to Jorge in Colombia. He made Lisa very nervous.

"I am here to observe your mating with August." He spoke firmly. "Do you have any objections?" A woman dressing in black leathers and a mask stood silently at his side. She was about the same stature as Lisa. Lisa had never seen anyone of her attire before. She wondered.

"No, Master. I am ready. It would be an honor to have you present, Master." Lisa almost groveled before him. Fear does funny things to a person.

"Bring August and follow me." The Head Master stepped out of the kennels followed in silence by the lithe figure in black. Lisa did as she was told in silence. The young bulk of August was a struggle for Lisa's petite frame. He wanted to play in the yard. The Head Master walked in silence towards an outbuilding just to the side of the kennels. Lisa followed. At the entrance Lisa paused looking down the hallway at what seemed like many doorways to stalls in a barn. Lisa stepped forward behind the Head Master. He stopped at the entrance to a doorway several from where Lisa stood. Lisa stepped inside.

There was a couch and sink. Concrete floors and a drain. Lisa stood in silence.

"Sit on the couch. Bring August to you."

Lisa did as she was instructed.

"Now caress his tummy and loins. I want you to work your way to his sheath. Massage it with your hand until he his firm and extended."

"Yes, Master." Lisa was uncertain and nervous. She had never ever touch a dog' anatomy this way. She was afraid; afraid of August, afraid of the Head Master, and afraid of the unknown before her. Lisa's hand found August's tummy. He flinched, uncertain as her touch found his sheath. August's legs stiffened as Lisa's hand engulfed his cock. Slowly she stroked it back and forth. He responded. Lisa was amazed at the size and heat she felt in her hand. Her mind glanced forward to the thought of mating with this. in her hand. Her loins flushed with excited heat. Lisa smiled.

"He is sufficient in size I believe." The Head Master spoke to the woman next to him. "Your breeding techniques have done well."

"Stand."

Lisa stood.

"Remove your harness and plugs."

"Yes, Master."

Lisa obliged waiting his next command in silence.

"Lay across the couch."

Lisa knelt to lay over the couch noticing the chains and cuffs before her. She knew where she was to be. Lisa positioned herself upon the couch. The woman chained and cuffed her into place. Lisa's feet barely touched the floor beneath her. Lisa spread her legs slightly.

Feelings of excitement mixed with trepidation in Lisa as she lay in wait. This was something that Lisa had never considered until two days ago. It was beyond new. She felt curious. then repulsed. then hot. then scared. The very seconds seemed jumble in the moment of their passing. Lisa struggled with the uncertainty of her own emotions. A breeze upon her bottom left a chill on her damp vulva. She closed her eyes, conscious now only of the passions building inside her. She could not deny her bodies response. She was wet, hot, wanton for August.

"Come," the woman called to August. "August. Bitch."

The woman placed August muzzle into Lisa twat. He began to lick timidly, then much more enthusiastically. Lisa felt his tongue penetrate the folds of you pussy. A shudder ran through her body. A flush of passion flooded her labia with wetness. August lapped Lisa up hungrily.

His tail wagged. His cock began to protrude its sheath. The Mistress slapped Lisa's bottom.

"August. Fuck."

She helped August mount Lisa.

His weight pinned Lisa firmly to the couch. She could not have denied him now even if she wanted to. and she did not. Lisa felt the hot hip of August's cock poke against her bottom. The Mistress guided August's next thrust to Lisa's pussy. He was inside her instantly! Lisa gasped at the heat she felt upon her labia. Her clit seemed to melt against his hot cock. In another few thrusts August's size became very much apparent to Lisa. Her own smallish body was full, more full than she could ever remember. Lisa's mind reeled against the sensations rushing through it. She was over whelmed in passions. She came loudly pleading for more. August was deaf to her. He was busy fucking her. His actions became stronger. His strong paws holding her about the waist. His thrusts jolting her forward on the couch. Only his weight kept Lisa's feet upon the floor. August knot formed against Lisa's bottom. She felt intrigue was another wave of ecstasy washed over her. Lisa gasped for breath. Her tummy muscles contracting wildly. August pounding on buried his knot deep inside Lisa. Pain shot through her loins at the shear size inside her. Lisa cried out. Then she was overcome by the fullness, the heat of the knot expanding inside her body. Lisa came again. and again. She gasped for air, struggling against her own passions just to breathe. Then August began to come inside her. His jism was hot. Lisa's insides burned with wanton passions as load after load of his hot jism filled her tummy. Her tummy contracting, sucking his hot jism deeper inside her womb. It began to squish out, to over flow, leaking streams of warm goo down her thighs. Lisa came again. August rested. Lisa did not. Her body would not. The pulsing heat of August knot inside her brought wave after wave of orgasm. Lisa lost track of time and reality, though not consciousness. Time passed, eons of time. Lisa collapsed too exhausted to move. It seemed like an hour before August's knot slipped from within the folds of Lisa's pussy. Hot sticky goo streamed down Lisa's thighs puddling at her feet. August left Lisa to clean himself. Lisa lay still.

"She will do nicely." The Woman's voice was soft, though not gentle, almost commanding.

"You will learn the commands just as the Mistress has given them." The Head Master spoke to Lisa as she lay upon the couch. "Clean up. Groom August. And return to your duties."

"Yes, Master," Lisa managed to say. The Head Master followed the Mistress out of the room. Lisa felt worn, used up.

Lisa did as she was instructed. And returned to her room. There she showered and prepared for the evening. Thankfully there was enough time for a very brief nap. Lisa dozed quickly. She felt refreshed as she dressed for the evening. This was to be her first night in the dungeons. She had heard women screaming from there. She was anxious, concerned about what would happen to her. She had been assigned the wax room. Lisa had no idea what that could mean. She walked along silently in her chains to fulfill her assignment.

The Head Mistress seated Lisa in the wood 'X' frame and fastened her with chains. Lisa sat in silence for the next hour. Bored, tired, and chained Lisa waited. The strange woman in black leathers entered. Without a word she released Lisa leading her to a table where she strapped Lisa securely. Lisa was spread wide. There was no way to hide anything, no modesty of any kind, but then honestly she had given up that idea on the first day.

The woman traced a finger softly along the contours of Lisa's breasts. She lifted and toyed with the nipple chain dropping it without any ado. Lisa wondered. Her fingers began to dance along the soft supple folds of Lisa's sex. Gently she rolled Lisa's clit in her fingers. Lisa's tummy twitched.

"I know." The woman said with no real sense of explanation. Know what? Lisa thought. She lay still, waiting. The Mistress left.

The woman, Mistress, returned ten minutes later. She was carrying a small silver tray.

"Would you like to be gagged?" the woman asked.

"No, Mistress. But as you wish."

"Have ever been hot waxed?"

"No, Mistress."

The woman lit a long slender dinner candle. The wick burned brightly above the center of Lisa's being. Lisa watched transfixed upon the flame. Her eyes caught the smallest bead of wax forming at the edge of the rim. It fell. Like a freeze frame, slow motion camera shot Lisa watched this tiny clear droplet fall downward. Lisa gasped instantly upon contact. The flesh of her tummy burned instantly, seared by the droplet of wax, then the sensation was gone. Nothing. no pain remained. Like a flash of great intensity replaced by a void of sensitivity. Before she could recover, refocus upon the next droplets a fire ignited upon her labia. Lisa emitted a shrill involuntary squeal in response to the painful droplets falling upon her tender sex. Her vulva contracted almost violently then flushed warm throughout her loins. Her legs jolted against the straps binding her. Lisa's eyes caught the next three droplet descending upon her right breast. Tears welled up in her eyes as the fire subsided. Another dribble headed for Lisa's left breast. Lisa screamed at impact reeling again against the straps binding her arms to the table.

The woman smiled holding the candle up right above Lisa. Tears streaked Lisa's face. The Mistress produced a short stubby candle with a thick wick. This she pressed into Lisa's naval carefully cementing it into place with several very hot and deliberate dribbles of wax. Lisa wept as the wax dribbled upon her flesh. Her pussy flushed with a hot sensation as the Mistress set another short stubby candle upon the crest of Lisa's mound. Lisa screamed tearfully as it was cemented into place. The next two candles found Lisa's breasts, cemented directly over each nipple. The woman paused looking directly into Lisa's eyes.

"I will have you tonight after you are done here." Her accent was softly European, her English good, her voice low, soft, and lusty.

"Yes, Mistress. I would like that." Lisa spoke as best she could through her tears. The woman lit each candle beginning at Lisa's mound. Then with another smile she placed the candle in her hand into Lisa's mouth.

"I would advise you to hold very still. and be very quiet." The Mistress chuckled. The woman lit another large thicker candle from Lisa's breast. Small pools of melted wax were beginning to form at the base of each wick. Lisa's eyes were riveted upon the wick dancing above her mouth. A tiny clear bead rolled from the edge. Lisa tracked it down the side of the candle until she lost focus only an instant before it impacted her lips. Lisa fought the urge to move. Through a great effort of will she forced herself to ignore the pain balancing the candle more straightly. At that moment a stream of hot melted wax flowed over the edge of the candle in the Woman's hand impacting just above the tummy and below the ribs. Lisa's reflex was to jump violently. immediately beads of wax flew from every pool spewing fire across the whole of Lisa's body. Pain flashed through Lisa's brain from every tender place of her body. Lisa wept struggling to regain stability. Pools began to form again. In another minute each candle began to dribble scalding wax over its rim and onto the tender flesh below. Lisa fought it. Her mind reeled for composure. Her body flinched with anticipation. The Mistress poured a stream of wax on to the tender sex below. Lisa screamed dropping the candle from her mouth. Hot fell over her face. Puddles of wax sprayed about again coating her with droplet of the most exquisitely painful sensations. Lisa's labia excreted her own body fluids. Her pussy was wet. The Mistress focused her attention to Lisa's smooth twat. Coating every fold, every pore, every tender crease of Lisa's sex in a layer of molten hot wax, sealing the flow of her own bodies passions within. Next the Mistress coated each breast mercilessly. Lisa screamed, cried, and struggled with the pain.

Lisa was enjoying this. She was learning to change the very essence of the pain into the most intense sensations she had ever encountered. akin to pleasure on some odd new plane. Just about then was when the first of the wicks burnt through. Lisa screamed as the flame seared flesh. The Mistress pressed her finger upon the flame extinguishing it. The next was a few minutes latter, followed by the last two wicks almost simultaneously. The woman took her time about extinguishing the wick on Lisa's mound. It would leave a small mark.

"Till tonight."

She left Lisa where she lay. Twenty minutes later a man came and fucked Lisa before releasing her. She was a mess of wax before the night was done. Lisa learned much that first night.

Lisa was a bit startled by the Woman sitting upon her bed. She had said she would be there, but, well, Lisa was tired and in point of fact had completely forgotten about the promised tryst. Lisa drew a deep breath and entered the room.

"You seem surprised. Did you not expect me?"

"Yes, Mistress. I had simply forgotten."

Lisa walked towards her.

"I have the keys. Come and I will remove your leathers and chains."

"Yes, Mistress."

Lisa stepped forward. It felt good to be rid of the chains.

"May I shower, Mistress? I am covered in wax."

Lisa stood before her Mistress.

"You may bathe, and I will wash your hair."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Lisa began to draw the bath. She was not allowed conversation, and chose not to break the rules.

"May I bathe now?"

Lisa waited.

"Yes, you may."

Lisa stepped into the tub and sat down. The water felt good. Lisa relaxed, closed her eyes, and drifted away. She did not see the Mistress approach. but she did notice the sharp jerk of her nipple chain. Lisa sputtered sitting upright with the pressure lifting upon her tits. The Woman smiled. And tugged gently upwards stretching Lisa nipples, then breasts. Lisa sat watching her eyes till tears blurred her vision. The Woman relented.

In silence she washed Lisa's hair. Moments later the Woman's hands had found Lisa shapely firm breasts. Lisa stood. The Woman slowly removed her leathers. From beneath her panties Lisa could see the brand; 22,000 and the Club insignia. Lisa was stunned as she starred in silence.

"My choice." And she stepped out of her panties. The two women embraced. Then walked to the bed. Lisa lay down drawing the Woman to her.

Wendy could not wait to see the pictures. She knew that tonight was Lisa's first night in the dungeons. Wendy was worried, concerned about Lisa. Wendy was filled with heat as she keyed to computer keys. The dog was a magnificent specimen! Wendy clicked forward. and watched as Lisa was mounted for the first time. Wendy remembered her first time. How odd it seemed then, how natural, common now. She shared her sex with Bud almost daily. He was eager almost greedy. and Dan was insatiable. He loved seeing Wendy tied to Bud.

Then the wax pictures. Wendy cringed. She could still remember lying there with that stick waxed into her pussy, the pain exquisite. Though she had enjoyed the wax room some it had not been her favorite. She and Dan had not continued with the waxing. Wendy reviewed the pictures over and over, especially those of Lisa with the Great Dane. Wendy needed Bud!



Several days passed before Lisa saw the woman, the Mistress in black again. Lisa had found the dungeons to be difficult, fun but difficult. She had fallen in love with August. And, frankly was enjoying her bondage. After breakfast on the twelfth day Lisa attended the Doc. She had grown accustomed to the vibrating dildo, enjoyed it in fact, but found it odd to have the damn thing going off as she entered the Doctor's office.

"The Boss wants to see you." The Doc smiled. "Like the dildo?"

"Sure thing, Doc. You know you're a dirty old man," Lisa quipped.

"Sure do. Come for me before you go."

"Yes, Master." Lisa lay upon the exam table allowing the vibrating dildo to take control. Soon she could feel an orgasm washing over her. Why fake it, when she enjoyed the real thing so much! The vibrator stopped. Lisa stood leaving quickly by a side door.

"You summoned me, Master." Lisa stood head bowed to the Head Master.

"Yes. I believe you know Miss Denue." He spoke. It was the lady in black, the Woman. "She is the owner of August. and a very wealthy client." Lisa smiled at the Woman.

"Yes, Master."

"I want to buy you here and now." The woman spoke plainly. "I have offered twenty-five thousand. and a commission. He has accepted my offer. Will you?" Lisa was stunned. She stood in silence before the Head Master.

"May I speak freely, Master?" Lisa asked.

"You may."

"I had always considered returning to my own personal life in another week. I have a lover, Wendy, one of your possessions some time ago. I am not sure." Lisa trailed off.

"You have no particular life to return to. You work in a non-career oriented job. You have no kids, family, or husband. I will pay you well for the time you serve me. I want you to work with me breeding dogs like August for the Head Master to train and sell."

The Woman was enticing.

"And if I accept your offer. What of my things? And what of me?"

"I will own you for the space of five years. I will use you as I desire, as I see fit. You will be my property just as you are here. I will retrieve your things as you desire. At the end of your servitude you will be returned to wherever you wish with a check for 25,000 plus the twenty-five from your purchase and whatever you have earned here. That should be enough to get you a good start on your own life."

"And when would I leave?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"And could I communicate with my friends?"

"No. You may write to your benefactor. The letter will be delivered. You will have no contact that I do not approve for five years. I will own you, just as I do August. I do not let him run nor will I allow you to run."

"And when must I decide?"

"You have until noon today. I must return to my own affairs at that time."

"If you turn this down you will still be sold at the end of your stay here. You may accept that offer or not? And if your benefactor forecloses on the auction. you will be sold, period."

"Yes, Master." Lisa turned to leave.

"I believe I will accept your offer, but I wish to consider it until noon."

Lisa left their presence. She had a great deal to think about. She found herself standing in front of August's empty cage.

"I guess it is time for you to leave too." Tears stained Lisa's cheeks. "I love you, August." She wondered on. The dildo began to buzz as Lisa entered the dormitory area. She smiled and walked on. Walking was a challenge, fun, but a challenge. The buzzing would eventually make it virtually impossible to walk. Lisa paused to enjoy her orgasm; small, brief, and fun. The time passed quickly. By eleven o'clock Lisa sat at the dining table to compose an explanation for Wendy.

"I love you Wendy," Lisa said out loud finishing her note. Lisa presented herself to the Head Master promptly at noon.

"I will accept your offer, Mistress" Lisa looked at the Woman. The Head Master pushed papers across the table to Lisa.

"Sign these to make it all legal."

Lisa read them over carefully. Everything seemed to be in accordance with their earlier discussion. Lisa signed and pushed them back. Lisa handed a small note to the Head Master. It was addressed to Wendy. The Head Master pushed a button on the intercom.

"This is your life choice. Enjoy it." He stood and left the room.

"I will care for you as I care for August. You will service me and mine as I choose, but I think you will be happy. You will arrive at my Villa before weeks end."

"Villa, Mistress?" Lisa seemed taken back.

"Yes. I am the Baroness Denue. We reside in the south of France." The Woman stood to leave.

"I will serve you well, Mistress." Lisa said sincerely. Her head swam. a Villa, a Baroness. the things of fairytales, an odd fairytale maybe.

A man entered as the Woman, the Baroness, left.

"Follow me."

"Yes, Master."

Lisa followed the Master out of the room and down a hall.

Lisa was strapped down securely before the branding began. A hood was placed over her to prevent her from anticipation reflex. Lisa could feel the heat of the iron seconds before it touched her flesh. By the mid-point of her branding Lisa pasted out. It was an hour before she regained her senses. Her tummy just above her mound hurt. Branding was every bit as painful as she had imagined. Lisa struggled with herself. Her mind was still reeling from the pain. She was overwhelmed at having signed herself into bondage. Lisa lay motionless, barely conscious. One of the Mistresses helped her to her room. Lisa lay on her bed and began to cry long throbbing tears something she had not allowed herself to do since her arrival. Lisa fell asleep. She slept soundly through the afternoon and night.

The next evening Lisa worked the Lounge. It was very benign. The word had been given. She belonged to someone important. And that was that. No one beat her. No one fucked her. and not much in the way of tips either!

The next morning Lisa was given a dress and bra to cover her in public. Her belt and toys remained locked down. A limo pulled into the compound. It created quite a buzz from the woman gathered at various windows. An escort appeared from within the limo. He was given a key. Lisa stood tall next to the door. She was chained, gagged, hooded, and placed into the limo. The ride was long. Lisa fell asleep for most of it. Before Lisa's hood was removed she was in the air, on her way to her new home. Her new life.