Originally Published in Bondage Photographer, Vol. 1, No. 9

Transcribed by guardian46w

Story codes:  MF/f, bdsm, cons, reluc, whipped, humil, oral, XX

Natalie entered the room in The Chateau, the room she knew, feared, and loved so well.  It was late on a Friday afternoon, her work as an investment banker was done for the week.  Through the high barred windows, the sun was setting on the Bay.  In the reddish light, Mistress Tanya was waiting for her, she was seated in a deep leather armchair.  Natalie, wearing her conservative business suit and high heels, slowly crossed the oriental carpet and stood before the Mistress.

Tanya played lazily with a riding crop.

“Good afternoon, Mistress,” Natalie answered.

“Get your clothes off.  Place them beside my chair.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Natalie stepped out of her elegant black pumps and placed the shoes together beside her Mistress' feet, then stepped back and, standing before her mistress, undid the red silk bow at her neck, and slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse.  She removed the blouse (she was already wet); clad only in a white bra and panties, she placed the blouse and the red tie on the pile of her clothes beside Tanya's black boots.

Standing in her skimpy bra and lace panties, Natalie no longer looked like a banker.  She already looked like a slave.  Mistress Tanya nodded, and Natalie reached back awkwardly and unsnapped her bra, pulling it forward, her dark-nippled breasts came free.  Then she slipped out of her panties, first one slim white leg, then the other.  Nude, she sank to her knees before her Mistress.  Her pale, creamy body created a startling contrast on the dusky colors of the oriental rug.  Her short, dark brown hair gleamed in the last rays of sunlight.

“Assume Position Two, “ Tanya ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Natalie immediately spread her legs, revealing her shaved pussy to Tanya, then she linked her hands tightly behind her neck, fingers entwined, elbows out.  Tanya reached forward, and ran a leather-gloved hand slowly up through Natalie's utterly bare sex.  She touched the two gold rings that had been inserted into the girl's lower lips.  The glove came back glistening with Natalie's pussy juice.  “Kiss it.” Natalie tenderly kissed the leather glove, and tasted herself.  Closing her eyes, she sought to spread her legs wider on the rug.  But, Tanya now became stern.

“How long has it been, Natalie, since you were presented to the Board of Directors of The Chateau?”

“Three weeks, Mistress,” said the kneeling, naked girl.

“Three weeks.  And since then, since the Presentation, you haven't been back, haven't made an appointment with us.  Why is that, Natalie?”

“Business, Mistress.  I've been closing a very big business deal.  Worth millions, really.”

“How nice.  But, I don't think that's the real reason you haven't been back.  No, I think you were...  disturbed...  by your Presentation.  You are unsure that you really wanted what we at The Chateau can offer you.”

The Presentation, Natalie had been completely nude, blindfolded, and bound with white rope, with a ball gag strapped into her mouth, and buzzing vibrators strapped into her cunt and ass.  Cuming helplessly, writhing on the floor of the Board Room before a dozen unknown strangers.  Natalie had only to close her eyes to remember every detail.  Her sweat, her smell, her every pulse of desire.  She wasn't unsure, in the end, she had adored it...  all of it!

She told Mistress Tanya this.  But, Tanya was unconvinced.

“No, Natalie.  It's true that you've come very far since we began our sessions together three months ago.  But, I still detect a certain reluctance in you.  You are not yet what you will become.” Tanya got up from her armchair.  “Assume Position One.”

Natalie lowered her head and brought her hands to her bare thighs, palms turned up.  Tanya came around behind her and began to buckle a black leather collar to Natalie's neck.  It was a very wide collar, with four buckles in the back.  As each buckle was cinched home, Natalie gave a little involuntary start.

“So from now on (cinch), you will come to The Chateau every weekend.  Without fail, Natalie (cinch), or you will never be allowed in again.  Million dollar deals or no million-dollar deals (cinch), this will be the center of your life.  We, and you, the real you, must (cinch) come first.”

“Mistress, please...  you know I love it here, that I love to be here!” Natalie was deeply shocked and upset that Tanya didn't completely trust her.  “You know it!”

“Perhaps.  We'll see.” Tanya clipped a short chain leash to the D-ring in the front of Natalie's wide black collar.  She tugged firmly on the leash.  “Up.”

The leash's pull forced Natalie to her feet.  Nude, head bowed, her hands at her side, she followed obediently behind the chain as the Mistress led her across the room.  They came to a stop before a new piece of bondage equipment.  Natalie had seen it waiting for her when she entered the room.  Since then, she had avoided looking at it.

The apparatus looked like a wooden stool with a narrow seat, about a foot and a half high, bolted foursquare onto a small raised platform.  Straps hung from various places on the stool.  But, what made it unusual was the leather padded metal oblong that sat like a box on the stool's narrow seat, and rose into a half-moon in front, and a padded half-moon parallel in back.  The top of the leather pad sloped sharply upward from the rear half-moon to the forward one.

“We call this the Saddle, Natalie.  Sit in it.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Natalie climbed the steps up the platform, and with Tanya still holding her neck leash, swung one bare leg over the Saddle.  She then settled down on her knees, with the leather pad pushing into her shaved pussy.  The way the Saddle was constructed forced the girl to spread her legs wide.  She could feel how her clit, exposed by her opened legs, now pressed against the front half-moon, while the rear half-moon pressed teasingly against the crack of her ass.  Kneeling naked in the Saddle made her feel very sexy.  She rubbed herself a little against the curved upward slope of the pad.  It felt to her as if the pad's soft leather top had a slight ridge in it.  The ridge fit her cunt-slit exactly.  She looked up at Tanya, “I like this, Mistress.”

“Yes, but you don't know the secret of the Saddle, yet.”

Tanya reached down and flicked a switch, one of three, on the side of the stool.  There was a low hum.  “It's all a vibrator, Natalie.  All of it, front, back, and bottom.”

“Ohhh...” As the low hum filled the room, Natalie began to slide herself, as much as she could, back and forth.

The Mistress quietly stroked Natalie's short, dark hair for a moment, then bent and kissed her deeply for a long time on the mouth.  With her gloved hands, she gently traced the large areolae around Natalie's already swelling nipples.  Natalie moaned.  “Good girl,” Tanya suddenly squeezed Natalie's nipples, squeezed them hard, again and again.  Dark to begin with, at Tanya's touch her nipples became engorged, and purple.  Natalie moaned.  Tanya now brushed their very tips.  A leather glove against the delicate aching flesh.  Natalie, pushing herself strongly against the subtle throbbing of the leather pad, moaned more deeply.

“Yes, the Saddle is an intense experience, Natalie.  Now I will make it more so.” Tanya stepped back and switched on the series of small spotlights surrounding the platform.  This had the effect of making the platform area very hot, while putting Natalie on total display in the otherwise darkening room.  Then Tanya held out a padded black leather blindfold.  Natalie's deep brown eyes widened.  Coming around behind her, Tanya reached forward over Natalie's head with both hands and carefully set the blindfold in place, then tied it tightly on.  Natalie, pushing against the throbbing leather pad, responded, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“And now, I have something good for your mouth, too.”

“What is it, Mistress?” Natalie gasped.

Ominous silence.  Tanya suddenly switched off the Saddle, and took the riding crop from her belt.  She reached down and took Natalie's chain leash, which was hanging from her wide black collar, and pulled strongly on it.

“Up, Natalie.  Stand up.  Hands over your head.  Now!”

The naked blindfolded girl struggled unsteadily to her feet, lifting her pale arms straight up.  “I don't understand, Mistress.”

“You wanted to know what I intend to put in your mouth.  Really, Natalie, will you ever learn?  Grasping Natalie's chain with one hand, Tanya suddenly brought the riding crop down on Natalie's pear-shaped ass with the other.  Whhpp!  Natalie jumped.  “Natalie, slaves don't ask.  Now do you understand?  Slaves...  don't ...  ask.” Whhppp!  Whhppp!  Whhppp!

A few tears came from beneath Natalie's leather blindfold.  But she knew better than to reach her hands down to comfort the four pink welts raised on her buttocks by Tanya's riding crop.  Instead, she said, “Thh...thank you for the correction, Mistress.  I”ll...  I'll try to do better.  I promise.”

Tanya softened and gently stroked the behind she had punished.  “A good answer.  All right, sit down on the Saddle.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Natalie slowly lowered herself to her knees again, wincing a little when her striped behind made contact with the leather pad.

“That's not so bad, is it?” asked Tanya.  Natalie shook her head.  “Good, now open wide, dear, and receive.”

Natalie obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could.  Her Mistress firmly gripped her chin and shoved in a large red ball gag, then quickly buckled the gag-strap at the back of Natalie's neck.  Blindfolded and kneeling naked in the Saddle, Natalie slowly turned her head to the right and then the left, adjusting her mouth and jaw to the presence of the ball.  A little drool seeped from the corner of the gag.

“Excellent.” Tanya reached down and flicked on the first switch again.  The Saddle began its hum.  After a long moment Natalie began to react to it, moving once more to the throbbing that seemed to reach from her clit all the way around to her ass.  She began to slide slowly back and forth on the leather pad, her hands holding the front half-moon.

“Good girl.” Tanya briefly squeezed one of Natalie's breasts, and was rewarded with a little moan.  The Mistress now knelt and strapped Natalie's ankles tightly to the back legs of the Saddle.  For a moment she caressed and kissed one of Natalie's slim, naked feet.  There came another little moan.  The Mistress then strapped each of Natalie's milk-white thighs tightly to the front legs of the Saddle.

“This reduces your ability to move in the Saddle, Natalie.  But, we can compensate.  I'll show you.” Tanya reached down and flicked the second switch.  The low hum of the Saddle moved a tone higher, became more insistent.  Natalie started.  Then a long, low moan was forced past her ball-gag.  In the hot lights, the leather pad was becoming slick with Natalie's sweat, and her juices.  Her breasts and rump were already shiny.  She slid a little from side to side on the leather, and moaned again, moaned through her gag for her Mistress.

Tanya now flicked the first switch again, and the humming returned to a lower tone.  Natalie, nude, sweating, gagged, blindfolded, turned her head questioningly in Tanya's direction.  She clearly wanted more.

“Not yet, Natalie.  I have something important to tell you first.  The Commander will be here in a minute.  He was very impressed with you when I Presented you to the Board of Directors.  Very impressed.  You will service him tonight, just as you did the night of the Presentation.  But, before that, you will cum for him.  You will cum for him loudly, you will cum for him hard, riding the Saddle.”

The Commander!  He owned The Chateau, having founded it twenty years before, when such things were positively dangerous.  He was a legend in the City.

But how, Natalie wondered, had she serviced him on the night of her Presentation?  She didn't know, she had been kept blindfolded the entire time, and had lost count of the men who had penetrated her, and the ways they did it.  She had never known who was who anyway, and by the time the Presentation had reached that final stage, she hadn't cared.  Had the Commander used, and been pleased with, her mouth, her cunt, or her ass?

Tanya reached down and flicked the Saddle's second switch, and all Natalie's thoughts disappeared.

The Commander stepped from the darkness onto the platform, into the light, the heat, and the sound of naked Natalie's moans.  He was a short, graying, muscular man, wearing a black T-shirt, and black leather jacket and pants.  His heavy boot clomped on the wood of the platform.  He carried two sets of nipple clamps in his right hand.

Natalie's arms were now chained above her head, linked to a hook in the ceiling.  The hum of the Saddle was strong, and she rocked back and forth with it, helplessly, shamelessly.  Amid her rattling chains, Natalie's body glistened with little rivers of sweat.  Her breast, her belly, her thighs, all shone as if oiled.  So did her buttocks.  The leather pad beneath her was dark with her juice.

The Commander surveyed the scene, “Excellent, beautiful!”

“Thank you, Commander,” Mistress Tanya replied.

“Now bring the girl back down to level one.  I want to talk to her for a moment.”

“Yes, Commander.”

Tanya bent and flicked the first switch.  The Saddle's humming subsided, but did not stop.  Natalie's moans subsided too.

“Natalie, the Commander is here.” The blindfolded, gagged girl nodded.  Tanya wiped a little drool from her chin.

“Natalie, that's your name, isn't it?  We know you've had doubts about The Chateau.” Natalie shook her head, then shook it again.  “Don't contradict.” The Commander pinched a naked nipple, and Natalie surged upward from the leather pad as far as her straps would allow.

“Listen to me.  Tonight will decide whether you stay or you go, whether the Slave Life is too much for you, or just enough.  The blindfold and your gag will help you decide.  They shut you within your body, you can't see, you can't speak, you can only feel.  The Saddle will help you decide.  It caresses you from so many sides.  And, I will help you decide.  But, for some people, it's too much.  It happens.  Do you understand?”

Natalie nodded.  Turning her torso as much as she could in the humming Saddle, bound at arms, ankles, and thighs, she thrust her breasts toward the sound of the Commander's voice.  That was her answer.

“All right, good.  In a minute, Natalie, Tanya is going to put the Saddle back up to level two.  But this time, you will remain absolutely still.  It will be difficult.  The Saddle is a powerful instrument, and you'll ache to go with it.  But, you won't.  You'll show your discipline for me.  Do you understand?”

Natalie nodded again, and somehow found a way to blindly thrust her breasts forward even more.  Her nipples were swollen almost purple.

“Good girl.”

Tanya flicked the second switch.  The Saddle's humming suddenly rose sharply in intensity.  Natalie, her body still turned toward the Commander, her arms above her head, moaned deeply, but did not move.

“Excellent.  And now, your nipple clamps.” Natalie trembled.  The two clamps, linked to each other by a fine chain of silver, were threaded through the D-ring in the front of Natalie's black leather collar.  The Commander pulled the chains taut against Natalie's heaving breasts, and deftly applied a clamp to each of her aching, engorged nipples, first the left, then the right.  Suddenly, he pulled the clamps very tight.  Natalie moaned deeply through her gag, and lifted from the leather pad.

“No, Natalie.  Not yet.  There's another pair still to go.” The Commander quickly attached the second pair of nipple clamps to Natalie, this time from below.  These clamps pressed her nipples even tighter, and their chain swung down across her naked stomach.  Moaning, she shook her head, and bounced a little on her pad, but otherwise did not move.

“One more moment, Natalie.” A whine came from behind the blindfolded girl's ball gag.  “Yes, I know it's difficult.  But now listen to me.  When I let you go, you will push yourself against the Saddle's rear, your legs open as far as you can.  But you will NOT cum, not until I touch your clit with my hand.  But when I do that, you will cum immediately, at my command.  Do you understand?”

Natalie nodded her head, moaning.  Other than a slight bouncing to the insistent hum of the Saddle, she was remaining quite still.

“Good.” The Commander suddenly pressed both bulging purple tips of Natalie's severely clamped nipples, and as the naked girl, crying, surged helplessly upwards, he said, “Now.”

Natalie let go, her body arched explosively, muscles straining against the bonds that held her ankles and thighs, the chains above her head clattering forward with the thrust of her upper body, a sound close to a scream forcing its way through the ballgag.  Then she collapsed back downward, into the rear of the Saddle.  With her pale legs spread, her pussy could be seen, its bare lips swollen and shining wet, dark pink with desire.  She was making violent little movements on the Saddles's humming pad.

The Commander's response was an order to Tanya, “Three.”

Tanya flicked the Saddle's third switch.  The insistent humming suddenly rose even higher than before.  Natalie surged upwards again, bouncing, shaking her head from side to side, about to lose all control.  The Commander reached down to the kneeling girl, and took her wet chin in his hand.

“Now.”

She nodded fiercely, her nipple chains clinking.  The Commander found her slick, swollen clit amid the sopping folds of her cunt lips.

“Natalie, cum now,” he ordered.  He thumbed her clit once, twice.

Natalie climaxed volcanically into the darkness of her blindfold, screaming against the bulging gag in her mouth.  Her sweat streaked body convulsed.  The sounds she made were unearthly.  The Commander once more found her clit, she was thrusting herself forward into his hand, and ran his finger firmly over its tender, aching tip.  Once, Twice, Three times.

“Again!  Natalie.” She convulsed a second time, climaxing again for the Commander, crying and whimpering, struggling against the throbbing of the Saddle, her chains rattling and clinking.  As she bounced helplessly on the humming leather pad, the Commander slid his hand further under her sweat slick bottom.  His thumb was still on her clit, but his forefinger found her ass hole.

“Again!  Natalie.” His thumb suddenly pressed strongly on her clit, as his finger entered her deeply from behind.  The nude girl surged upwards again in her bonds, and sobbing and shuddering, climaxed yet a third time at his command.

“Good.  Very good.  Enough for now.”

The commander slowly withdrew his hand.  He nodded to Tanya, who switched the Saddle down briefly to the second level.  Then, for a moment, to the first, and then she shut if off completely.  For the first time in almost two hours, the Saddle was silent.

“Remove her ball gag.  She needs to breathe.”

“Yes, Commander.” Answered Tanya.

Tanya unbuckled the tight gag strap at the back of Natalie's neck, and slipped the red ball from her mouth.  Tanya displayed the ball to the Commander.  It was totally sodden.  Of course, Natalie's arms remained chained over her head.  Her nipples remained clamped.  She knelt, exhausted, in the Saddle.

“Master, may I speak?” Natalie whispered.

“Yes.”

“Master, I don't ever want to leave The Chateau.”

The Commander smiled knowingly at Tanya.  Then turned back to the naked, chained girl.

“So you accept the slave life?  Accept it without reserve?”

“Yes, Master, I do.  I... truly love it.  Let ...  let me show you.” Natalie demonstrated by beginning to rub herself, just a little on the pad of the Saddle again.  It was still slippery with her juices and sweat.

“GOOD.  Very good.” The Commander straddled the Saddle, and unzipped his black leather pants before Natalie's blindfolded face.  Tanya, who was standing behind Natalie and gently stroking the girl's damp, matted hair, was somewhat alarmed.

“Isn't this too soon?  I usually allow a bit more time to recover after the orgasms, before beginning again,” Tanya interjected.

“Yes, but tonight she doesn't need it, do you, Natalie?”

“No, Master!”

Tanya bent down, and softly kissed the top of Natalie's head.  “All right, girl,” she whispered, and her hands went around to Natalie's clamped nipples, tenderly squeezing them and pulling them forward.  Natalie moaned, and the chains above her head clattered.

“Natalie, open wide and receive.”

“Yes, Master.”

Natalie obediently took the Commander's enormous cock in her mouth.  She awaited the next command.

“Natalie, suck.”

Kneeling and nude, blindfolded and bound, Natalie began to lovingly caress the Commander's cock with her mouth, and tongue.  She could feel the Commander's powerful hands tightly gripping her upper arms, chained over her head, as he thrust himself deeply into her mouth, back and forth, in and out.  Her clamped nipples ached and ached.  Below, she was deeply wet again, and filled with violent desires.  She wondered when Tanya would switch the Saddle back on again.  Soon.  She knew it would be soon.

THE END