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This is the last chapter of book one! Book two is much longer, and will be posted under the name 'Metamorphosis of a slave: Mikah's choice' The authors will be myself, together with my husband/slave. The book has been completed, but it needs editing, which is one of the most boring thing a person could ever do!
In all honesty, both my h/s and myself preferred book 2. It's gets deeper into Mikah's psyche.
Ch 13
Miss. Elaina led me to a changing room. She pointed to a locker and instructed, "remove your slippers!"
Miss. Elaina took off her shoes as well while coldly informing me that no slave was permitted in the house wearing shoes underwear or bra.
"So i should take my bra and panties off?" i asked. i really didn't want to, but was worried that Miss. Elaina might be trying to get me in trouble, and was ‘forgetting' to tell me to do so.
"No bitch! Do only what you're told, and do not open your mouth again without permission. Do you understand that, slave?"
I hate you! I hate you!! I hate you!!!
"Yes Miss. Elaina."
"Kneel," the order was so abrupt that i had to roll the word over in mind until I grasped it.
"Well, do it already!" Miss Elaina shrilled.
I awkwardly went on my knees and automatically smoothed out my scrunched up skirt.
"That was pathetic! Don’t you know how to kneel elegantly? Also, don’t you ever dare adjust your clothing in the presence of a superior. Now do it again." Miss Elaina ordered.
Die... Die... Die...Bitch!!!
I quickly stood up and tried kneeling again.
"Just horrible! Watch me," Miss. Elaina instructed.
Miss Elaina kept perfect balance as she knelt on both her knees and with one fluid motion she spread her thighs well apart. I watched closely as she placed her upturned hands humbly on her thighs, and bowed her head a drop towards the floor. As much as i despised Miss. Elaina, i had to admit that she was a vision of stunning submission.
Miss Elaina effortlessly stood up, and demanded. "Now practice until i tell you to stop."
Feeling completely pathetic, i continuously stood up and than knelt on both knees - spreading my legs and bowing my head. I was becoming dizzy when thankfully Miss. Elaina held up her hand in a 'stop' motion while i was still on both knees.
"We are expected soon, so your training will continue later. Now tag along."
Taking my position three steps behind her, i followed her down the corridor. I halfway expected to see slaves dressed in seductive clothing, lounging around as they waited for their Mistress’s summons. But if there were such slaves to be found in the house, they were not to be seen in the halls. In fact, the house was so quiet and darkly elegant; it made one feel as if we were in some beautiful sanctuary.
Miss. Elaina stopped at a door, knocked, and ushered me in. My heart started racing, as i braced myself in anticipation of meeting my Mistress. I quickly glanced around, but apparently Mistress was not in this room. The sole occupant in the room, (which appeared to be a reception office) was a slightly plump woman in her upper twenties. I had been so caught up in looking around for Mistress, that i failed to notice the pink slave collar the lady was wearing.
It was Miss. Elaina who inadvertently reminded me to kneel, their-by saving me from a probable punishment. For as soon as i saw Miss. Elaina start to kneel, i immediately followed suit. I'm sure the last thing she intended was to save me from a punishment, but she had no choice but to kneel to her superior as well.
Miss. Elaina and I waited on the floor side by side and waited for instructions. The 'receptionist' continued working at her desk for a few more minutes before addressing us.
"Good evening, Mikah. My name is Matron Sharon and I'm the night receptionist for Mistress. In a few minutes Elaina will take you over to Matron Debrah who will prepare you for your meeting with Mistress. But first, Mistress has given me certain instructions regarding Elaina. Elaina, please stand up!"
I peeked at Miss. Elaina as she got up to her feet and it was clear from her reaction that this order was far from ordinary.
She seemed unaware that her tight peach skirt had ridden its way up to the top of her upper thighs. I hated to admit it, but she had stunning legs. Whatever i might think of Miss. Elaina's personally, there was no denying her dazzling beauty.
Miss. Elaina placed her hands behind her neck, causing her proud breasts to strain against the tight fabric of her soft white top. Noticing how we were enjoying this lewd view of her, she in-obtrusively wriggled her hips in the hope that her skirt would straighten out.
Matron Sharon sharply reprimanded her:
"I did not give you permission to adjust your clothing! You know better than that! Now stand in the proper position."
I could see Miss. Elaina blush, as she interlocked her arms behind her neck. I didn’t buy her act, as it seemed pretty obvious that Miss. Elaina was the sort of women who enjoyed the admiration her beauty received.
Matron Sharon gave her next order. "Elaina, take your clothes off!"
With a petulant shrug, Miss. Elaina proceeded to remove her clothing. Reaching back to unzip the back of her skirt, she rolled it down her wonderfully toned thighs, and allowed her skirt to flutter down to the floor. She than reached up, and with a flourish, removed her tight white top. Now completely naked, she re-assumed her position of respect, but made it clear that no respect was intended. Matron Sharon, choosing to ignore this insolent behavior, just gazed coolly at Miss. Elaina's magnificently nude body!
Miss. Elaina continued to pose for her, well aware of how beautiful and lithe her body was. In fact, Miss. Elaina was a rare breed, the sort who looked even better in the nude than she did with seductive clothing! Her dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and formed an upside down letter 'T'. .
"Mikah. I want you to look closely at Elaina."
"Yes, Matron Sharon."
"Elaina, spread your legs wider and bend over. Good girl. Now place your hands on your ass and spread your cheeks wide open. No Elaina, you could spread it wider than that. Much better!"
I wasn’t even the center of Matron Sharron’s attention, and i was feeling the force of her personality. Miss. Elaina was clearly over matched.
"Mikah, will you please go over to that shelf in the corner and bring me the jar of lubricant?" Matron Sharon 'asked' me sweetly.
I jumped up and quickly did as ordered. I glanced up at Miss. Elaina and her facial reactions made it obvious that she knew exactly what the Vaseline was to be used for! In fact, I could even detect a tantalizing hint of panic exuding from Miss. Elaina! What was the significance of Vaseline - that it had the power to scare a person - even someone well trained like Miss. Elaina?
"Thank-you dear. Set it down on the table, and then go to my desk and bring me the dildo that’s on it."
I had no idea what a dildo was, but Matron Sharon anticipated me and told me that it was the large rubber penis lying on her desk. I knew my curiosity of what this 'penis' would be used for - would soon be satisfied.
I handed it to Matron Sharon and resumed my kneeling next to Miss. Elaina. I watched in a stupor as Matron Sharon took the dildo and walked in front of Miss. Elaina.
All the while that Matron Sharon spoke, Miss. Elaina never once took her eyes off the dildo that was dangling from her superior's hand. From the transparent fear on Miss. Elaina's face, i understood that the dildo was about to cause her great pain.
"Elaina, Mistress ordered that i insert this eight inches in! I expect you to behave properly as i insert it and act like a slave worthy of a white collar. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Matron Sharon." Did I actually hear a whimper in Miss. Elaina's voice? What a sweet sweet sound, when your tormentor whimpers in fear. However, i made sure to hide my pleasure, for i knew Miss. Elaina would later torture me tenfold if she felt that i was enjoying her suffering.
"Mikah, dip your right finger in the Vaseline up to your knuckle."
I once again hastened to my feet and rushed to obey Matron Sharron.
I stood with my finger slushy with Vaseline and awaited further instructions.
"Now stand behind Elaina and with one quick thrust, plunge your finger into Elaina's ass - as deeply as you can!"
I know this might make me seem stupid and overly innocent. But until that very moment, i didn't have the slightest inkling what the Vaseline or dildo was to be used for. I had naturally assumed that Matron Sharon was going to place the dildo in Miss. Elaina's cunt.
When i finally realized what Matron Sharron's true intent was, i involuntarily shuddered.
My eyes went automatically to the dildo Matron Sharon was holding, and i estimated the width to be at least the size of my fist. No wonder Miss. Elaina was whimpering in fear. I couldn't even imagine the pain of having something so large inserted into my rear anatomy. As much as i despised Miss. Elaina, i couldn't help but feel a trifle sympathetic towards her.
Only a trifle mind you! The rest of me was looking forward to seeing Miss. Elaina get her just desserts.
Placing my finger at the tip of Miss. Elaina's ass hole, i took a deep breath - and plunged my finger inside her! Her rear entry was much tighter than i had anticipated, and on my first try - i managed to bring only half my finger up her ass. Their seemed to be alot of resistance within her rear canal.
I withdrew my finger and tried again. This time - i thrust my finger into her with all my strength!
I overcame her natural defenses and found my finger slithering right up Miss. Elaina's ass. I had no problem immersing it clear up to my knuckle, deep inside Miss. Elaina's bottom. Miss. Elaina's behind shivered and twisted from discomfort, but except for a soft groan, she remained perfectly still.
"Very good, dear. Now withdraw your finger and watch."
I took my place at Miss. Elaina's side, and i excitedly observed the thrilling proceedings. I was amazed how drastically my personality was changing in such a short period of time.
I had always been known as the 'goody two shoes' and innocent Mikah - and now here i was, actually looking forward to watching a fellow human being suffer!
Matron Sharon stepped behind Miss. Elaina. I wasn't totally convinced yet that she really intended to place this huge dildo up her butt. If my finger, which was so much smaller than the dildo, had found Miss. Elaina's rear hole a tight fit - then how on earth would this much larger dildo ever be made to squeeze in?
Matron Sharon quickly dispelled any doubts as to her intentions, as she brought the rubber phallus up to the tip of Miss. Elaina's rear hole. An involuntary shudder could be visibly seen as Miss. Elaina waited nervously for the invasion to begin.
But like a good obedient slave, she kept her rear cheeks spread widely open. Of course it was also in her own best interests to keep it as open as possible, their-by giving an easier path for the dildo to go up her ass.
"Are you ready, Elaina?"
With only the barest of hesitations, Miss. Elaina's reply firmly came.
"Yes, Matron Sharon. I am honored to accept whatever Mistress orders me to undergo!"
There was an unfamiliar tone in Miss. Elaina's voice. The submission and love to her Mistress could be clearly heard and seemed quite sincere. This was a new facet of Miss. Elaina which i had not seen before. The difference was not merely in her tone of voice, but in her body language as well. I was surprised yet again by what Miss. Elaina asked next.
"Please Matron Sharon, may I take a moment to bow down to Mistress - in order to express my complete devotion and love I have for her?"
I couldn't believe my ears! Miss. Elaina actually wanted to bow down to the very person responsible for the great pain she was about to receive. But it was obvious that Miss. Elaina's desire to show this love and devotion was genuine. In fact, from her manner of asking, I got the impression she was even a little desperate to subjugate herself to Mistress.
"Of course you may bow down to Mistress! You may do so for 1 minute, and than I expect you to resume this position."
"Thank-you, Matron Sharon."
I watched in fascination as Miss. Elaina went down to her knees. From this position, she servilely lowered her face straight down to the floor and placed her hands flat down beside her face in a show of total inferiority to Mistress. It was barely audible, but i thought i could hear her whimpering in submission.
Miss. Elaina's reverence and love for Mistress was so strong, that even a bystander like me was able to physically feel it. In fact, Miss. Elaina's respect and submission was so sincere - i found myself re-evaluating my opinions which i had formed about Mistress.
It was one thing for someone sweet and un-assuming like Roberta to love and cherish her Mistress. Roberta having no capability of hate or undue ego, would naturally submit herself to anyone who was her Mistress. But when someone selfish and egocentric like Miss. Elaina showed the same devotion, it had to mean there was something deeply special about Mistress. It scared me to think that Mistress just might be someone who was worthy of being obeyed and loved!
I felt chills running down my spine, when for the briefest moment - i actually wished that i too would be able to lose myself in a powerful love for Mistress.
When i became cognizant of my feelings, i was furious with myself!
`Damn it, Mikah!' my inner voice screamed out at me! `What happened to your great resolve to never submit your soul to anybody. You haven't even faced her yet and already you're fantasizing bowing down to her.'
But as i looked at Miss. Elaina bowing on the floor, she seemed so serene and content, that i couldn't help but feel envious of her.
Once more, the overriding question which i knew needed to be faced - ran through my mind:
What if my only possible path to happiness was by submitting myself to Mistress? Was submission to high of a price to pay for contentment?
I knew the answer would eventually come and there was no point in worrying about it now.
I continued to worry anyway!
My attention reverted back to Miss. Elaina, as she slowly rose from the floor. She appeared to be very relaxed and in peace with herself. Without being prompted, she once again bent over and spread her ass wide for the dildo. Though the fear of the pain was still visible on her face, nevertheless she seemed actually eager to accept whatever may come.
Matron Sharon calmly stood directly behind Miss. Elaina. I watched intently from my vantage point, where i was afforded with a splendid view of Miss. Elaina's beautifully toned ass cheeks.
Matron Sharon probed her finger in and around Miss. Elaina's anus before asking her if she was ready to accept Mistress’s decision.
"Yes Matron Sharon, I am privileged to have this opportunity of obeying Mistress!" Miss. Elaina whispered.
"Very well then. But be warned! The path will be more difficult, now that the Vaseline has dried up some. Do not use this as an excuse to wiggle around or to move out of position. Now Elaina, part your cheeks as wide as you can!"
Miss. Elaina tightened the grip on her ass as she opened the passageway to her narrow hole as much as was humanly possible. She tensed up, as the tip of the dildo touched the entrance to her rear. I remembered how small her rear entrance really was and i watched with the greatest curiosity as to how Matron Sharon planned to put something so big, into a hole so small.
Incredibly, all it took was one quick thrust and the head of the dildo disappeared inside the yawning ass. A scream of terror and pain rang out, so shrill - that it sent chills racing through me. Miss. Elaina's body racked with pain, and her hands clenched her ass so tight that they were turning white. But despite her torment, Miss. Elaina stayed in place. Even when Matron Sharon withdrew the rubber penis by an inch so as to reinsert it more deeply, Miss. Elaina stayed submissively still.
With one tremendous final thrust, the dildo slithered the desired eight inches into Miss. Elaina's ass, accompanied by the most heart-wrenching scream i had ever heard in my life.
Letting go of the handle, Matron Sharon ordered her victim to straighten up and stand in the position of respect. Clearly, this was not something Miss. Elaina looked forward too. She very cautiously started to rise, but as she did so - a sudden spasm of pain could be seen invading her to the very roots of her soul. Her hands darted involuntarily to her behind, in an instinctive effort of relieving the agony.
I hadn't seen Matron Sharon picking up a whip, but even before Miss. Elaina's hands had reached her buttocks, the whip was already on its way. It landed cleanly on her thighs, and a bright crimson gash appeared where the lash had struck.
With a little jump, Miss. Elaina wailed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it just hurts so much. I'll behave now, I promise."
"I know this is difficult, but you must do as you're told. I will give you one more lash to help you remember." With out waiting for an answering reply, the lash sang its way down on to her poor behind. Miss. Elaina succeeded in accepting this extra reminder, with only a sharp intake of breath acknowledging the blow. After the second lash had fallen, Miss. Elaina quickly straightened up to the position of respect.
Her face plainly told the story of how every movement was agonizingly painful for her.
"Elaina, you are to escort Mikah to Matron Debrah's office, where you will receive further instructions. Mikah - make sure to kneel in front of Matron Debrah, as this time Elaina won't be their to remind you!"
And I thought Matron Sharon had failed to notice my earlier oversight.
"Mikah, I want you to walk behind Elaina while holding the handle of the dildo. Be very careful to keep it immersed the entire eight inches. Come here and take a close look."
My heart started to pound as I approached Miss. Elaina's out-swelled buttocks. The excitement of watching Miss Elaina under-go her ordeal was quickly intensifying. The stirrings which i had felt in my loins throughout the day, was now climbing to new heights.
As instructed, i peered closely at her distorted outstretched ass. There was no doubt about it - Miss. Elaina's ass looked even more magnificent stretched to its limits.
"Do you see this mark?"
Looking to where Matron Sharon had pointed, I saw a mark imbedded into the rubber, with the number `8' right under it.
"Yes, Matron Sharon."
"At all times, the dildo must remain immersed at least up to this mark - inside Elaina's behind. So as you follow her, hold the handle in such a way that it won't accidentally pull out. Should the dildo become immersed more than the designated eight inches, that is fine. Now hold it, and follow Elaina."
After giving me a moment to hold on to the dildo, Miss. Elaina set off at a very slow pace. From the way she gingerly walked, i knew each step she took - brought fresh waves of pain to her. She was still crying a bit and every few seconds a convulsion of tears escaped her.
I made damn sure to keep the rubber penis in place as i closely followed behind her.
Miss. Elaina kept the pace very deliberate, to ensure that the dildo wouldn't accidentally be pulled out of her. But this was unlikely to happen, for I was actually pressing the dildo in as I walked.
The mark of the `8' disappeared inside her, only to be replaced by a new mark, `8.5'. I felt a thrill when i realized i had pushed it another half inch inside her.
After a three minute walk, which must have seemed a lot longer to Miss. Elaina, we arrived at our destination. Miss. Elaina instructed me to knock on the door. I reluctantly released my hold of the dildo, and did as instructed.
Being told to enter, i cautiously opened the door to Matron Debrah's office. I closed the door behind me and than gracefully lowered myself to my knees in a humble show of respect. Feeling only a trifle awkward, i realized that kneeling to another person was something that i was already getting used to.
I was ordered to stand by a voice which seemed vaguely familiar. Sneaking a peek at Matron Debrah, i immediately recognized her as my escort from the slave market.
It was incredible how I had adjusted so much already. I remembered my shock when the guards had knelt to Matron Debrah when we had first arrived. Just twelve hours later, i too was kneeling to her as if it was my second nature.
"You look absolutely beautiful, child! Did you get some rest?"
"Yes, thank you Matron Debrah."
"Good. In a few minutes I will escort you to Mistress. However, I want you to understand what's expected from you.
Firstly, you must bow down all the way to the floor - whenever you are in Mistress’s presence. This is true weather you are summoned to her, or if she merely passes by you. To do otherwise is considered extremely disrespectful and an appropriate punishment will be administered! Any hesitation to bow down or to obey Mistress’s orders are a sign that you do not know your place. It doesn't matter if you're sick, or exhausted or in tremendous pain, you must always remember your place. Do you understand this?" Matron Debrah asked.
"Yes, Matron Debrah." Strangely enough, i really did understand the concept. A slave was not permitted to have human frailties, particularly in the presence of their Mistress.
The only problem was, that though i knew i was a slave, i still didn't feel like one. However, something told me that no matter how i currently felt, it would not be long before i too would be introduced to the harsh demands of slavery, and would fall prey to the degradation of submission.
"You're a very good girl, Mikah. Now come, and I will escort you to Mistress's chambers."
Matron Debrah led me out through an alternate door and down a long spacious corridor. Half a minute later i was ushered into a very comfortable room.
"This is Mistress's anteroom. Her office is right there on the other side of the double doors. Stand right here facing the doors and place yourself in the position of respect. When Mistress desires your presence, you will be called for! Meanwhile, as befitting a slave who's in her Mistress's chambers - you are to stay perfectly still. I don't care if a bee is buzzing around you, you will allow it to sting you, rather than move an inch. Do I make myself clear?" Matron Debrah demanded.
"Yes, Matron Debrah."
Matron Debrah reached out and tenderly stroked my face. With a smile of encouragement, she disappeared through the double doors and left me to my thoughts.
I dwelled on the importance of what the next hour would bring, and how it would in all likelihood change my life forever! I am not one to unduly exaggerate, but without a doubt - the next hour or so would be the most difficult anyone could ever endure. It was strange just standing their, knowing that very soon i might well be screaming in agony, while the will of my soul might well be bending in submission to my Mistress.
I was only capable of standing still for so long before starting to get all antsy. So in defiance of Matron Debrah's specific orders, i took my eyes of the double doors, and started to cautiously look around.
It took me only a second to spot her! I could not believe i had been in this room now for five whole minutes and yet failed to notice how i was not alone. In the left corner behind me, Miss. Elaina was bowing down towards Mistress's room. Her back was arched downward, which left her rump on prominent display. The tail of the dildo was swaying gently to her breathing and looked quite natural sticking out of her ass.
Miss. Elaina hadn't stirred once the entire time i had been in the room. As her eyes and forehead were touching the floor in a most submissive fashion, I doubted she was even aware that i was gazing at her.
I was tempted to whisper to her just to see her reaction, but i realized this was not school where you could ignore the orders given you with impunity. Whereas in school the worst punishment you may receive was detention or maybe 6 with a cane, here - a death sentence was not out of the realms of possibility.
I turned back to face the doors, and lucky for me i did so. The doors were so quiet; they failed to give any warning of their being opened.
Matron Debrah emerged from the room and instructed me to follow her. My heart started to race in fright and anticipation, as i tried to convince myself that i had been in worst situations. After all, hadn't i survived months on end of missile bombardment?.
But i knew this was different. I was able to guard against the bombs by staying in my reinforced bunker. But if Mistress made up her mind to whip me until all my blood flowed out of my body, i would be helpless to her whims.
For the first time in my life, i was at the complete mercy of someone else. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be lucky - and Mistress would turn out to be a sweet and understanding woman.
I didn't count on it though!
The saga continues in Book 2: Metamorphosis of a slave: Mikah's choice.
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