Chapter 3

The next day, when Katie came home from school, there was a fresh post-it on the downstairs door. Katie had no homework, so she decided to explore the chest in Heather's room.

On top of the chest was a small pink plastic wand, about the size of a kindergartener's pencil, but with a rounded tip, and no lead. On it was another post-it note.

Katie-- This is a good one to start with. Enjoy.

Love, Heather

At the end opposite the tip was a button. Katie pushed it, and the whole wand began to vibrate. She turned it off, and stuck the device in her jeans pocket.

She then opened the chest. Inside were all kinds of gadgets. Many were similar to the wand, but bigger.

One had a penis' head on each end, which made no sense to Katie. Both heads were the same size. Why would you need two?

There were also some devices with straps and clamps. She had no idea what they were for.

"So much to learn," she whispered to herself.

Katie closed the chest, not taking anything else, and started looking around Heather's room. The closet had two rows of clothes hung up. One row contained her street clothes, and one, her dominatrix outfits. An aisle ran between the two. At the end of the aisle, in the back of the closet, was a door.

The door opened to a small room with a dozen video monitors lining the wall. In the middle of the room was office-style chair, All the monitors were off, but under each screen was a room name. Some of the rooms, Katie had never seen, the "Cecil's Quarters" and "Slaves' Bathroom."

When she came across one marked "Katie's Bedroom," she stopped. She looked in the VHS recorder under the monitor, and found a tape inside.

Katie turned on the monitor. It showed a view of her room, from the ceiling, just by the bathroom door. The room was empty, of course.

The teen turned on the videotape player, then hit "Rewind". The tape rewound for about half a minute, then stopped. Kay hit "Play."

The view and angle was the same, but Katie was sitting on the bed, lotus position, her bra off, both hands kneading and tweaking her pert breasts.

It was odd to see herself masturbate. If she didn't know better, she would think, with all her moaning and groaning, that she was in serious pain.

Maybe that pain/pleasure thing Heather was telling her about was true, after all.

As she kicked off her panties, the camera slowly centered and zoomed in on the teen. Her writhing body filled the screen.

What seemed, for Katie, to last for hours, was over in just a few minutes. When she got up to go to the shower, the video ended in static.

Katie stopped the tape, and turned off the monitor.

As she looked around, she saw that one of the video players had a red light on, showing it was recording. The monitor was marked "Showroom West Cam."

Katie turned on the monitor.

On the screen was Cecil, sans his usual chastity belt, jacking off. He was sitting in a large throne-like wooden chair. It was fifty percent larger than a normal chair. He had one leg over each armrest, and was pumping away furiously at his eleven inch cock with both hands. His eyes were closed and his lips were pulled back to show his teeth. The slave's breath was coming out in rapid pants.

Katie was mesmerized by the massive erection. She'd never imagined that they could be so big. Cecil's fingers didn't quite touch when wrapped around it.

There was no way that it could fit inside me, thought Katie.

Cecil's pace increased, and so did his panting. The head of his penis swelled to the size and color of a large strawberry.

Finally, a geyser of semen shot out of Cecil's cock, jetting six feet across the white marble floor. A smaller spurt of three feet followed, and then many smaller ones.

Heather walked into the frame, clapping. She was wearing a black leather boustiere, and a black strap on. The black cock attached was almost as big as Cecil's. Under her right arm was a black riding crop.

"Very nice, Slave. Very impressive. Now, once more, and we can call it a day."

Cecil looked at Heather imploringly. "Please, Mistress..."

The dominatrix waved her riding crop at her slave. "Don't blow it now, Cecil. You have done so well today. Shown such control. To whip you so late in the game would be a pity. Especially with all you've been through.

Heather gestured down at his cock, still at half mast. "Besides, we can't get that monster back in its cage, while it's in this condition."

Cecil bowed his head. "I will do my best, Mistress."

"I know you will."

Heather snapped her fingers. "I know. I'll help you. I'm getting the kit. You assume the position."

She bolted from the room before Cecil could say a word.

Tears ran down his fearful face as he climbed down from the chair. He kneeled in front of the chair, then put his face to the floor. His ass stuck high in the air. He remained in that position, waiting for his owner's return.

A few minutes later, she returned with a large carpet bag in one hand and a two quart enema bottle in the other.

Without a word, she shoved the nozzle into Cecil's ass, then released the valve. Water flowed rapidly into the slaves colon. About halfway through, Cecil started to whimper.

"Oh, don't be a baby!" snapped Heather. "You've had a lot worse. I made sure that it was nice and warm for you, this time."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," said Cecil, in small voice.

"That's a good slave."

A minute later, the bottle was empty. "There. All done," said Heather, as she pulled out the nozzle.

Water began to leak out of Cecil's anus.

Mistress Heather put the empty enema bottle in the carpet bag, and pulled out a small white circular plastic object, about an inch around, and shaped vaguely like a penis head, but completely symmetrical. She shoved it into Cecil's rectum. The leaking stopped.

Heather pushed a button on the exposed base of the plug, and it started to vibrate.

Cecil let out a long groan.

Heather reached down and took her slave's hand. "Come on. Let's get you back on the chair."

"Yes, Mistress," sobbed Cecil.

The slave's sides were cramping so badly, he could barely stand. Heather helped him up, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"You are such a good slave, Cecil. Your obedience makes me so happy."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Now, let's get that last load of cum out, then you can rest."

As Cecil got back on the chair, Katie saw that his cock was again rock hard. It was bright red in color, and swollen even bigger than before.

Cecil started masturbating again, groaning and gasping all the time. When he finally came, there wasn't as much as before.

The slave fell to the floor. He lay on his side groaning.

"I ... I almost said the safe word."

"But you didn't. I'm very proud of you.

"Now, put your cock cage on.

"Yes, Mistress." He crawled off-screen. Katie heard a series of clicks.

"Now go to your room, and clean up. I'll need you back here in a little bit."

"Yes, Mistress," said Cecil's voice.

Heather took off the strap-on and put it the carpet bag. Now, all she was wearing was the leather boustiere. Heather's pussy was completely free of pubic hair, just like Cecil's, except for a small tuft of brown hair, just above her clit.

"Now it's Cecile's turn," she said, as she walked off-screen.

Katie heard a door open, then another.

The teen turned on the monitor marked "Cecile's Quarters. On that monitor, Cecile was laying on a thin mattress, that was on the floor, motionless.

Heather walked in. She reach down with a key, and unlocked the collar around Cecile's neck.

The slave was surprised to find herself collarless.

"You won't need that today," said Heather. "You'll be rid of your belt soon, too."

Without another word, she left the room. A smiling Cecile followed her.

Katie turned off that monitor, and returned to the sales floor's.

Heather walked on-screen. Cecile followed her, head down, but with a bounce in her step.

The dominatrix sat on the big wooden chair. The slave stood, facing her mistress, her back to the camera. She stood with her feet spread and her hands clasped behind her back.

Katie turned on the monitor for the other camera, at the other end of the room. It gave her a frontal view of Cecile.

The Asian girl was trembling with anticipation. Having her hands behind her, made her D-Cup breasts really stand out. A stream of fluid was trickling down the inside of both thighs.

"Still yourself, Slave," said Heather.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I'll try." Cecile closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. The trembling subsided.

"Very good.

"Now, tell me, Slave, when was the last time you had your chastity belt off?"

"About a month ago, Mistress."

"That's right. We did some follow up electrolysis work done on your pubes. You were sedated the whole time. Right?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And how long have you been chaste?"

"Over three years, Mistress."

"That's right. For as long as I've owned you. And do you know why I've kept you celibate?"

"No, Mistress."

"No, you don't. You only need to know that it pleases me to keep you this way."

Cecile bowed her head. Showing her submission to her mistress' will.

Heather walked around her slave, running her fingertips along the belt's contours.

Cecile started trembling again.

"I seem to recall that you've given your chastity belt a name."

"Yes, Mistress. Derrick."

"Named after someone you knew?"

"He was my next door neighbor at my last apartment."

"A lover?"

"No, he was gay. He used to hang out at my place. He was a great talker."

"Why name your belt after him?"

"Derrick never knew when to leave. A guy would come over, and Derrick would stay, and join in the conversation. I would try and hint that he should go, but he rarely did. Derrick wrecked my chances of getting laid a dozen times, at least."

Heather smiled. "I see. Now it makes sense.