The three of us were met at the train station in Bombay by a man from the trading company. The two girls with me were given instructions to go to the airport where tickets to Germany were ready for them. They were going to another of the North India Trading Company’s buildings where the clients came to select their girls. I accompanied the man to his car for the drive to the building in Pune, the building that I was left at as a baby, on the outskirts of the city.

When we arrived in the afternoon I was met by the receptionist in the lobby. She said that she was expecting me, and told me that I was a very beautiful young lady. She took me upstairs to my room and introduced me to Dora, the dorm mother, she said. The room was large with several beds scattered around, as well as other furnishings. There was a kitchen area along one wall. Dora gave me a piece of pie and a glass of milk from the fridge, then sat with me at the table.

“This is to be your home for a while,” she said to me. "We at the company want you to be happy during your time here. There will be outings to plays, movies, and other attractions in the city. If you want anything you only have to ask and we will try to arrange it. As you know, we will have potential customers come in from time to time, to look at you girls. You will all be taken to the presentation room downstairs, and you must be on your best behaviour during these showings. All the men are checked out beforehand so we know their true intent. This is done for your safety as well as our own. After a showing, the client may wish a private audience with one or more of you. Again, you must be willing to show him how well you have learned the lessons you have been given. We also provide a service here where a gentleman may have a date with one or more of you to attend a play or other function. We can provide a car and driver to ensure your safety. Afterwards you may be required to attend to the gentleman’s special requests at his house or hotel room.

"Your training has given you many ways to achieve sexual pleasure for your guest as well as for yourself. We would expect that you treat any men or women who request the company of one of you as a potential client. We charge a very high price for these dates if extra services are requested, to discourage those looking for just a quick lay. While you are here you are expected to maintain your sexual passions and we encourage you girls to enjoy each others charms. We also have males on staff who are fully aware of our rules and can make themselves available for your use.

“We want you to get the most enjoyment during your time here since this will be your last period of freedom. After you are chosen by one of our customers you will then belong solely to that man. Your whole life up to this point has been to prepare you to manage with the total giving of yourself to the man who will make you his own. Many of our previous customers are kind and gentle men and, as I’ve said, the company does extensive background checks, but after you are given to your master, it will be him who will decide how you are to be treated. It will be up to you to use your beauty and skills to make sure he is to remain pleased with you.”

As Dora was finishing her introductory speech a group of five girls came up the stairs and into the room, all wearing the bangles like mine. I was introduced around as they gathered in the kitchen area, getting snacks and drinks from the fridge. Two of the girls were Chinese, Kim and Soo-Ling. Rita was from Portugal with jet black hair reaching almost to the floor, and deep black eyes. Salma was born in Tibet and grew up at the company’s founding mission school in the north. Janine had blond hair and fair skin.

Dora suggested that I get cleaned up from my trip and that we would be having dinner soon. I chose an empty bed near the window and unpacked my small bag, putting my things in a drawer nearby. Then I took a nice shower in the big bathroom next door. After that, all of us went downstairs to the cafeteria where a delicious meal was laid out for us. As we were eating, Dora came in and said that Rita had been chosen from the showing yesterday and was to have an interview with the client tomorrow.

Rita was bubbling with happiness as we all congratulated her on being picked, and wished her good luck on the interview. Dora asked the two Chinese girls if they would mind showing me around the building after dinner, to which they replied they’d love to.

After we had some dessert Kim and Soo-Ling took me around, starting with the top floor. There was a full beauty parlour in one big room where we would be done up to look our best for the showings. There were also some small apartments on this floor, for private pleasures I was told. The third floor was our dorm room and a small gym with exercise equipment. Second was mostly administration, with another apartment, quite large and richly furnished, for the interviews. First floor held the cafeteria. “There is a restaurant down the street that brings us special dishes from time to time.” Kim told me. We peeked into the showing room but the administrators office was right next door and Soo-Ling said that we weren’t suppose to go in there. “You’ll see the room soon enough,” she said, “there are showings at least twice a week here.”

The basement held the laundry room. “All our clothing needs are taken care of here.” Kim said. “You will get some nice things to wear for outings and such. Clothing is pretty much optional in the dorm room.” We walked down a hall to a glass door where a strange blue light shone through. Kim pulled open the door and flipped on the lights inside. I saw a long swimming pool along one side of the room. In the back corner, at the opposite end was a raised platform with plants around a big hot tub. The two Asian girls walked over to the tub, peeling off their dresses and tossing them at a bench along the way. I did the same. They took some hair pins from a table and wound their hair up on top of their head, pinning it in place. “You have to put up your hair or it might get tangled in the drain.” Soo-Ling said.

I pinned up my hair as Soo-Ling climbed up the three steps and lowered herself into the water. When Kim turned a dial on the wall a pump started with a soft hum, churning the water into a foamy sea. Kim and I then joined Soo-Ling in the water. There were seats under the surface with jets on either side that pumped the warm water around your back and sides. I relaxed into the seat, the spray from the nozzles soon lulling me into a trance like state.

I felt a foot graze mine, then return to linger. I opened my eyes to see Soo-Ling smiling at me. I smiled back. She began to run her toes across mine and down the side of my foot. She slid her foot up my ankle, her toes finding my bangle and hooking it to pull my foot closer to her. Then she started to use both her feet to rub mine.

Kim slid over to sit beside me and touched my arm. I raised it to let her snuggle close to me. Soo-Ling also moved closer, the sound of her ankle bangles clinking against mine could be faintly heard from under the bubbly water. She slid one of her feet up between my legs to rest the sole against my pussy so I did the same to her, feeling the silky fur against my toes. When I wriggled my toes against her she slid a little farther down the seat and taking hold of my bangle with her hands, pushed my foot down, her cunt lips opening to let my big toe enter her. Kim was tracing circles around my nipples with her fingers. Then she brought her head down closer to take a nipple into her mouth, licking it and biting gently.

I turned my foot so I could get my big toe further into Soo-Ling, wriggling my other toes where I thought her clit was. When I felt her give a little jump I knew I had found the spot. I hooked my fingers through her bangle, holding her foot in place while I rocked my hips, sliding myself along the top of it. In a very short time Kim’s attentions on my nipples combined with the pressure on my clit from Soo-Ling’s soft, sexy foot caused me to have a major cum in that hot tub. My head fell back and I think I let out a long, loud moan when it hit. I felt Soo-Ling rise up a bit, then drop down, my slender foot sliding half way up inside her. I wriggled my toes again and she exploded in an orgasm of her own while I held Kim in a tight embrace.

After Soo-Ling and myself had recovered enough it was Kim’s turn. Soo- Ling got out of the water to sit on the edge behind her. She put her legs up over Kim’s shoulders and used her hands and her feet to rub Kim’s breasts. I got down in the water between her legs to use my hands to rub her thighs and pussy. As Kim was reaching her peak I dipped my head under the water to lick her, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it. Those breathing lessons we had came in handy because I was under water for a good minute before I felt her start bucking against my face. I had to hold her thighs tightly to keep her clit in my mouth, the two of us making her cum last for at least another half minute longer.

I released my hold on Kim’s legs and came up for air. As I blinked the water from my eyes I saw Kim, in a state of near unconsciousness, slowly sliding off her seat and under the water. Soo-Ling held up her hand to me with a smile on her lips. By this time the timer on the pump had stopped and through the clear water we watched Kim’s face go under the surface. Soo-Ling said “Wait for it.”, then assumed a surprised look on her face, her eyes wide, as wide as a Chinese person can make them, and her mouth open. I took the hint and set my face the same way.

I watched as some bubbles escaped from Kim’s mouth, then her eyes popped open and she struggled to the surface. She coughed once, looked at me, then turned and looked at Soo-Ling. When she turned to me again I couldn’t hold it any longer and burst out laughing, followed by Soo- Ling, and then Kim. Soo-Ling slipped back into the water and we all held each other in a tight embrace for a while before getting out and swimming some laps in the bigger pool.

After we got dressed we went back up to our room. Dora was just gathering her things and heading home, saying good night as she left. The other girls were there, reading or watching the T.V. After I had dried my hair I sat and watched a few shows before bed time. A man had come into the room and I was told he was the night watchman. There was a small office near the door where he sat and he would be around most of the night if we needed anything. I saw that when one of us got into their bed they would lock themselves to it like we did at the training school. Soo-Ling used her lock to join her ankle bangles together with a chain from them to the bottom of the bed frame. I found two locks and chains to connect my hands and my feet to my bed. Then the lights were turned out and I quickly fell asleep, contented with my first day here.

When morning came we were all unlocked from our beds and we wandered down for breakfast. I helped myself to some pancakes with fresh blueberries, a boiled egg, juice and coffee. We were told that there was going to be a showing that night and were given times to report to the beauty parlour upstairs. I was told to first see the metal smith to have my bangles cleaned. After I had eaten I went upstairs to see him.

The metal smith’s name was Tim. He was an older man with a warm smile who spent the next two hours cleaning and polishing my bangles. He said that the metal that the bangles were made from was too hard to get scratched, but there was some staining and a little corrosion on the inside from being in constant contact with my skin. He used a wooden clamp to grip each of my bangles, holding it with his feet while he cleaned my ankle bangles with fine sandpaper, clamping it to a table for the ones on my wrists. Then he wrapped some plastic around my wrists and ankles, under the bangles, and used some foul smelling paste on a cloth to bring out the mirror like finish again. When he had finished, they shone like when I had first received them. I noticed that they were smoother on the inside, sliding on my skin a little easier.

I thanked Tim before going to the beauty parlour down the hall. Some of the other girls were there, being worked on by the staff. I stripped and was helped into a big bath tub full of warm, fragrant water. My head was eased into a grove at the end of the tub with my hair hanging down into a sink underneath. Then while one of the attendants scrubbed my body with a rough sponge another washed and rinsed my hair. A conditioner was rubbed into my hair and it was wrapped in a long towel and piled on top of my head. Then I stood while the attendant scrubbed my back with the sponge. After, I was led to a padded table and asked to lie down.

Some scented oil was poured onto my skin and rubbed in by the skilled masseuse. The gentle smell from the oil combined with her talented hands felt wonderful to me. After some time, she asked me to roll over so she could do my front. She didn’t miss an inch of my body. Finally I was taken to the shower where my hair was let down and I was washed again. I was patted dry with a big fluffy towel as someone dried my hair. My hair was trimmed a bit on the ends so it was a little fuller at the bottom while still retaining it’s natural V shape. I got my finger and toe nails trimmed and polished, some rough bits of skin on my feet removed and some skin cream rubbed in.

By the time I was done I was quite hungry so I dressed and went to the cafeteria for some lunch. There I found a big pot of delicious soup with sandwiches waiting for me. I helped myself to some food, then sat with some of the other girls there to eat and chat about the showing that was to take place in a couple hours. Rita had heard that it was a rich Arab oil sheik who was coming to look at us. She was to miss this showing to have her interview with the one who had chosen her the day before. Soon after, Dora came in to herd us upstairs for the final preparations.

In the dorm room we were told to take off our clothes and if we wanted to sit, to use the soft towels under us, so there wouldn’t be marks left on our skin. Our hair was brushed and brushed until it sparkled. Touches of make up were applied here and there to make us all look our best. Then we were escorted down the back stairs to the first floor and into the presentation room.

I saw a narrow platform near the end of the room that curved in a semi circle. There were positions marked on the stage with little brass numbers screwed to the front. I saw that there were ten spots for up to ten girls at once. We were all positioned at a place on the stage by Dora. The blond haired Janine was in the middle with the two asians on each side of her. Salma and myself were on the ends. Dora and the attendant went around, parting our hair in back to place our hands there. Then our bangles were locked together with a silver coloured padlock. There were steel rings bolted to the floor of the platform at each position. Dora took a piece of chain, passing it through each of my ankle bangles to lock the ends to the ring in the floor. She said to spread my feet apart which I did, the chain pulling tight when they were each about eight inches from the ring. I watched as the others were locked to their place on the stage.

There were spotlights over each place, one in front and one behind. These were turned on and the lights in the room went off. The lighting technician went around adjusting the lights and their brightness to best highlight each of us… Stray bits of hair were brushed back, pussy hair was fluffed up and our stance was adjusted. When all was ready the attendant left the room, the tech and Dora sat down at the back of the room, and we waited, our heads slightly bowed, our eyes on the lip of the stage in front of us.

After a few moments I heard the door at the end of the room open, the Arab and the head administrator entering. The administrator bid the man to go over to us with a small wave of his hand. We had been told to keep our eyes down, to only look up briefly when the man was directly in front of us. The man walked up to where I was standing and I looked up, his eyes meeting mine. He was tall, perhaps mid or late twenties with a sharply chiseled face and a big black moustache. He gave me a warm smile just before I returned my gaze to the floor. I sensed his eyes travelling over my body as he took in the beauty I had been told I possessed. In a while he moved to the next girl in line, Kim.

When he had reached the last girl the Arab walked to the rear of the platform, and around the back, to then step up beside me. He gently took my chin to lift my head, looking at my face, deep into my eyes. His other hand moved slowly down my body, cupping and lifting my breasts, hefting their weight, before travelling lower, across my belly and then down, to graze between my legs with his fingertips. He moved his other hand to my back, gathering my hair up to hold it out of the way. Then he ran his hand down my arms, pausing at my bangles that held my hands behind me. He felt my back and my bum. He knelt to feel my thighs and down my legs. He arranged my hair back the way it was before, softly brushing the backs of his fingers across my cheek, then moved to the next girl.

It was over half an hour before the man finished with the last girl, stepping off the stage to stand before us all. He gave each of us a long, last look before turning to walk to the back of the room. The head administrator stood to open the door and the two men left. When the door closed we all gave a sigh of relief, moving a little to release the tension that had built up. The hot spotlights were turned off and the ceiling lights came on. Then Dora called in the attendant, who had been waiting outside, and they began to unlock our hands and feet. Dora reminded us to be quiet until we were back upstairs.

Back in the dorm room we dressed, then rested for a while before dinner. There was much speculation about the tall Arab gentleman, his stern features, yet the kind eyes and soft hands a paradox. He looked like he could be a firm and demanding master, yet the almost reverent way he had handled me at the showing reveled a much more tender nature. Janine said that she felt his hands tremble slightly when he knelt to place a soft kiss on the silky blond curls at her crotch.

The discussions continued downstairs over dinner where Rita joined us upon finishing her interview with the client. I listened intently as she described her session with him.

The man was from spain and Rita spoke spanish fluently so they got along great. His grandfather had owned a small gold mine there which he had inherited and now ran. The session had moved from the couch in the apartment to the bedroom, where he proved to be an excellent lover, making her cum over and over before finally pumping hard into her and blasting his seed deep inside. He had told Rita that she was a very lovely and talented lady and that, if she was willing, he would see the administrator immediately to work out the details so that they could be together.

Rita’s eyes were sparkling as she told us how nice the man had been. We all wished her the best, that the arrangements could be completed and she would be happy in her new life. We were still talking when the head administrator came into the cafeteria to sit with us.

“First off,” he started, “the arrangements with Mr.Francesco have been finalized. As soon as the bank transfers the fee in the morning, Rita, you will be leaving to start your life with him. Congratulations.” He stood and shook her hand as she smiled and thanked him. “Secondly, the man from Saudi Arabia, Mr.Jaffit was quite impressed with you all at the presentation today. He has requested an interview with Janine, and Salma. The interviews will be tomorrow. Good luck.” The administrator stood and left.

Our noisy chattering resumed as we hugged Rita and the other two girls. Just like that, I thought. A man walks in here, becomes enchanted with one of us and off we go to begin the life we have been looking forward to for so long. That night as I slept, chained hand and foot to my bed, I had an erotic dream of an Arabian prince taking my naked and bound body by camel across the desert to a big tent. He lifted me from the camel to carry me inside where he lay me down on some soft rugs. The walls of the tent were covered with fine silk curtains and beautiful carpets. From behind one of the curtains, five gorgeous ladies emerged to kneel at the princes feet. Rachel, Lisa and Soo-Ling were among the girls, each having a short chain connected between their wrist bangles.

I was told that I was now a part of his harem, that I would live the rest of my life here in this tent, serving the prince in whatever way he chooses. Another Arab man came in and removed the ropes from my wrists and ankles. Then he dragged me out the back of the tent, over to a brazier which was hot from a glowing fire inside. He wrapped my left wrist with some wet cloths, pushing my bangle over the top of them. Then he used some tongs to take a white hot piece of steel from the fire. I saw that it was a chain link that had been cut and opened a bit. The man hooked a short piece of heavy chain through the link, then took my arm to hook the hot link through my bangle. Quickly pulling my wrist over a big steel block he hammered the link closed, the blows fusing the ends of the link together in a splash of sparks. He then plunged my hand into a pail of water, cooling the metal before it could burn through the wet cloth that had protected my wrist.

He repeated the procedure with my other bangle, fixing the chain to me forever. I was now only able to spread my hands apart just as wide as my body was. The man grabbed the middle of the chain to drag me back inside the tent. Inside, he pushed me against the pole in the middle, then used a stick to push the chain up, hooking it to a hook high up on the pole. There I was left, my arms pulled up over my head, to watch my new master and the other girls eat, play and have sex on the rugs and cushions nearby. I struggled, putting all my weight on the chain and my bangles, but I was stuck there, hanging on the pole in the middle of the tent.

That was when I woke up, my body hot and sticky with sweat. I had slid down the bed, my feet hanging off the end and my hands high over my head, the chain pulling on them. I looked around as I moved back up the bed, seeing Kim on her bed nearby looking at me, a worried look on her face. I whispered that it was all right, just a bad dream.

Details of the dream spun through my mind for some time before I was able to fall asleep again. The chain connecting the bangles on my wrists was a classic image from some picture or movie I had seen before, an Arabian harem girl or something like that. I had used a short chain when I had locked myself to the bed that night, so I wasn’t able to reach my pussy to relieve the tension left from my dream. It hadn’t been such a bad dream, I thought as I finally drifted off.

The next day, while Salma and Janine were to have their interviews, the two Chinese girls and I were driven across town to see a movie. Since the two tough years at the training school, I had forgotten what it was like to just spend some time being entertained watching a movie, not having it as part of a course and analysing it afterwards. When we returned to the building we were introduced to a new arrival. Judy was tall, fair skinned and had long golden hair that hung to her knees.

Salama told us of her interview with the Arab gentleman. She said he had told her of his home in the city, not a tent in the desert I was relieved to hear, and how pretty he thought she was. In the bedroom he was a kind and gentle lover. Both she and the Arab had been quite satisfied afterwards.

A little later on Janine walked into the room to tell us of her interview. Mr.Jaffit had been totally enchanted with her blond hair and fair skin at the showing but, he told her, after much thought, he didn’t think it would be right to take her to his country where her looks would draw undue attention, and perhaps even harsher criticism. He had stared long and lovingly at the fine light hair which hid none of the details of her pussy, drinking deep of her charms before ending the interview. It wasn’t until late the following day when it was announced that Mr.Jaffit would be pleased to take Salma, if she would accept his offer.

Next day saw another girl joined us, Sehani, who had been at the training school with me and had been allowed to spend a few days with her family in the village near the school. She had been entered into the program in a deal between her village and the trading company whereby a family with more daughters then they could support would give over one in exchange for assistance from the company, money that would buy tools and farm equipment that would benefit the whole village. The deal had been signed, so to speak, when she was five and the village chief forced the ankle bangles over her feet in a ceremony attended by her family and friends. At age ten the deal was sealed with her acceptance of the wrist bangles.

The day after, two more girls were admitted, bringing the total to eight lovely young ladies living at the building. Seeta was from the southern part of India and Judith was a tall, muscular girl from Australia. Judith’s mother had become pregnant at a young age and, unable to care for her, had given up the baby girl for adoption. The trading company had a school in Perth, where Judith’s beauty and intelligence enabled her to be entered into our special program.

That day there was to be another showing, a very wealthy man from Japan was coming to see us. We were all sent up to the beauty parlour before the showing and made to look our best. The time for the showing was delayed for some reason until after dinner, so we had some time to kill when we had finished our beauty treatments. I and the two girls who had come that day were the last appointments. When we entered the dorm room the other five girls were in the far corner of the room, on some mats on the floor, all hungrily devouring each other’s pussies.

Sehani and the two blond girls had locked each of their wrist bracelets to the other girl’s and were in a pile, faces and hands busy. Kim and Soo-Ling had locked one of their hands to the other girl’s foot, each with their face between the others thighs. The two new girls and I watched for a while until I found a chain, about eight feet long, and threaded it through all twelve of our bangles before locking the ends together, joining us closely.

It wasn’t long before Seeta, Judith and I became tangled up in ourselves with the chain through our bangles pulling us closer and closer together until we could hardly move. The other three girls stood up and moved over to us, then kelt down, enclosing us in their circle. Kim and Soo-Ling joined in to create a huge pile of naked girl flesh, writhing against each other. One of us would cry out as an orgasm took hold of her, sending tremors through us all, triggering an orgasm in someone else.

I guess word of our antics had passed around the building because some of the staff had gathered in our room to watch the show we were putting on. Occasionally someone would get up to lend a hand untangling hair or arms and legs, wiping a face, or offering a drink while we continued the session. A mouth had found one of my nipples, sucking long and hard at it. I had my fingers in a pussy, stroking the wet slit while someone’s hand was busy in mine. Seeta’s face was pressed to mine, our mouths and tongues together in a kiss. Her long hair was wrapped around both our heads, further binding us together.

Finally our fun came to an end as we were disentangled from one another, unlocked, and told to get ready for the showing. We all had a quick shower and some food was delivered up to our room. We had time for a short rest while the attendants brushed out our hair and got us ready. Seeta’s hair was truly amazing. It was thick and black, hanging to the floor and a good two feet across it. It seemed to shine with an inner light after the attendant had finished brushing it out, Seeta standing up on a chair so the full length of it could be worked on. She had to gather it up in her arms when she walked.

It was eight that evening before we were led to the presentation room and chained at our spots on the stage. The man who saw us looked young, mid twenties I guessed, and wore a nice looking light gray suit. It wasn’t until lunch the next day that we learned the results of the showing. The head administrator said that I, along with Seeta, Soo-Ling and Judy were to have an interview with the man. He explained that the client was very wealthy and was so taken by us all that he wished to have, perhaps, two of us to come and live with him.

The interviews were scheduled for the next day, starting at noon. The four of us had a session at the beauty parlour in the morning where we were bathed and our hair was washed. Skin cream was rubbed in all over our bodies during a very nice, relaxing massage. It was late afternoon before my turn for the interview came. I went naked, downstairs to the apartment, and knocked on the door before entering. I went to the couch where the man was sitting and, kneeling beside it as I had been told to do, I waited for him to make the first move.

His name was Kam Fong and he was quite handsome looking. After a few minutes he told me to sit on the couch beside him. He asked me a few questions about my schooling, my life, and I answered. He told me a little about himself and life in Hong Kong. After a while he stood and we went into the bedroom.

I have always liked the man to take me, even roughly, to be forceful in making love to me. In London, Steve had been like that. Even with Lisa, it was her who made the first moves. Mr.Fong had lay on the bed and waited for me to initiate the session, something that I had never really been able to do. While our time together was nice, we both knew that we would not be right for each other. He told me that I was a very beautiful girl, but that he didn’t want to dominate someone, he wanted someone who could share his passions in life, someone who felt more his equal. He was very kind when he wished me good luck in finding the man who would make me happy.

Mr.Fong and Judy conducted the first part of their interview at the restaurant down the street. I learned from Judy, when her interview was finished, that her personality was the opposite from mine, being more of the dominant in the bedroom. She felt that she had perhaps come on too strong for the Asian’s liking. Soo-Ling said that she thought she had a good chance since her interview had left both of them quite pleased with each other.

We learned later that evening that Mr.Fong had indeed decided to take two of us, Soo-Ling and Seeta were the lucky ones. That night, after a big party in the dorm room, the two chosen girls shared the big bed in the corner, one of their wrist bangles and one of their ankle bangles locked to each other’s to signify their union in their new life.

Over the next couple weeks girls came to the building, and girls were chosen and left with their new mates, while it seemed that I was left behind. Although I was often picked at the showings, my perfect body and beauty making me hard to resist I was told, when my interview came I could usually tell right off that the client wasn’t interested in a girl as submissive as I. The men that I met were generally rich and powerful men who were looking for a partner that could compliment themselves during their business and social lives. After my first interview with Kam Fong, Dora told me not to compromise myself during an interview, to always be the person I am. “You will not be happy if you try to change yourself to fit in with the client,” she had said. “You must be yourself, and in time the right person will come along.”

So I was myself during my interviews, yet time and time again I was either passed over or I had to decline an offer because I knew the client wasn’t right for me. Dora had said that I knew the type of man that could give me what I needed and it was important we all be sure that the match is as close as possible, to bring success to the relationship. “People don’t change,” she said. “If you think that the man will learn to give you the kind of excitement you crave, it won’t happen, and neither of you will achieve the kind of pleasures that you have learned are possible to have.”

A week later, and two more failed interviews I was starting to feel pretty low. Dora explained that the clients are shown a brief synopsis of our personalities before each showing. They know what each of us wants and needs in a relationship beforehand. “These descriptions are based on your two years at the training school, your interests and the sexual sessions you had. Also, experiences you had before the training school. Our clients haven’t the skills you have in sexual matters. Often, they don’t understand the needs or the drive of one such as yourself. They see your radiant beauty up on the stage and they desire you, yet, as you have found out, they are unwilling to master you as your personality demands they do. Be patient, Nissa. Your prince shall come.”

It was a couple of days later that I was told a man had requested me to go on a date with him. Dora told me the man would come by that evening and I was to accompany him to see a play at a fashionable theatre in the city. Afterwards, I would be expected to go with him to his hotel room, perhaps to spend the weekend in his company.

“The man’s name is Phil Brandon, and he is known to us, so you need not fear for your safety.” Dora said. “I know you have been feeling a little glum lately but I’m sure you will have a nice time with him.”

After lunch I was sent up to the beauty parlour for a bath and to have my hair done. My hair was partially pinned up on top of my head with a part braided and left to hang down my back. I had a little make up applied, then I was given some nice clothes to put on. The dress was black, cut low in front to show plenty of cleavage, floor length with a slit up one side to just below my hip. Sequins sparkled on the front outlining the shape of a butterfly. I slipped my feet into the shoes, three inch heels with thin straps over my foot and around my ankle. My spirits were lifted when I looked at myself in the mirror. I was served a light supper in the cafeteria as some of the other girls gathered around, telling me how great I looked. Then I went down to wait for my date in the lobby of the building.

The clothes that I had been given were starting to have an effect on me. Under the dress I was wearing a black lace bra that was so light I barely felt it, yet it held my firm breasts in a loving embrace, highlighting them to perfection. The matching silk panties and the garter holding up black silk stockings completed the ensemble. I had seen the flash of my ankle bangles through the slit in the dress as I had strutted in front of the mirror upstairs, the bright metal over the darkness of the stockings winking with every step I took. I put on the gloves, rolling them up to my elbows under my bracelets as I waited. The receptionist at the front desk smiled at me and I smiled back, beginning to feel much better about myself.

After a while I saw a car drive up to the front of the building and park. I watched a tall man get out and walk up the steps. The receptionist stood up when he came in, walking over to introduce us. I had a small bag with a change of clothes in it which he picked up, then he took my arm and we went to the car where he opened the door for me. He put my bag in the trunk before getting in the other side. He started the car and told me that we would be picking up another couple, friends of his, before heading for the theatre.

Mr.Brandon looked to be around early thirties in age, slim build and quite handsome. He would glance at me sitting beside him, and smile warmly as he drove, once brushing the backs of his fingers up my arm, telling me how nice I looked. We stopped at a hotel in the city where he told me to wait in the car while he went inside to find the other couple. He soon returned, introducing his friends as Sue and Peter as they climbed into the back seat. We made small talk during the ride to the theatre and I noticed a slight unease in Sue, the other woman in the car. Sue and Peter, they told me, had been married for nearly seventeen years now. Peter worked as an investment counsellor for some very wealthy clients. Phil Brandon said he owned an import export business dealing mainly with electronic communication systems. Sue said she didn’t work, just kept house for Peter.

When we arrived at the theatre an attendant held the door open for us ladies. I saw many people there with beautiful clothes on, standing outside or going into the theatre. The building was old but had been beautifully restored to it’s former glory, the craftsmanship of old highlighted by subtle modern touches. Phil led our group straight in, finding our seats down near the front of the stage. The play was a comedy, uproariously funny, the talented actors having the audience in tears before the end of the first act. The ambience of the place brought back fond memories of the plays and dances I was a part of as a young girl back in Banglore, the actors working hard to an appreciative audience.

After the play was finished the three of us waited outside while Phil brought the car around. Then we drove to a quiet restaurant for something to eat. Our conversations continued through the meal and, although I wasn’t trying to impress, I was able to add to the things that were being discussed. I noticed Mr.Brandon seemed appreciative of my additions to the talk around our table. I had removed my gloves for the meal, carefully rolling them to put them in the little purse I had. Several times I noticed Sue looking at the bangles around my wrists. I brought my feet together once, letting the ones there clink together, just to see her reaction. I thought I saw that she would look at Peter, almost as if she was asking his permission if she could reach out to touch me. No, I thought, I was just imagining that.

After dinner we all got into the car again, the two men in front and Sue and I in the back seat. It was during the ride back that she did reach over to take one of my bangles in her fingers, turning it on my wrist, feeling it’s weight. She said that they were nice and asked where I had got them. As I began telling the story, Peter turned to look back at me. “I have had the ones on my ankles for fifteen years now,” I began, “these,” holding up my hands, “for ten. They are a carbide steel alloy, hardened to resist scratching, and after my hands and feet grew bigger I haven’t been able to take them off.” I could barely suppress a giggle as Peter’s jaw had actually dropped after that last statement. “They are rather nice, don’t you think?” I added.

They were nice, it was agreed. We drove the rest of the way in silence, Peter and Sue seemingly lost in dream land. At their hotel Mr.Brandon said he would call them tomorrow and we would get together again. They said it was nice to meet me. As Peter shook my hand his fingers found my bangle, touching it as if to verify the reality of it, before I got in the front seat and we drove off. Phil took my hand as we drove, telling me that he thought I had made a favourable impression on his friends, and on him too. His finger stroked across my bangle. I brought my other hand over, shifting my feet at the same time. I placed my hand over his, my wrist bangles clinking together a second after the ones on my feet did. That sound always sends a tingle up my spine and I saw it have a similar effect on Phil, the vehicle swerving slightly as he fought his emotions. He looked at me warmly. “Nearly there.” he said.

His hotel was outside of the city, beside a small lake. We drove around the main building and along a road leading to some small cabins along the shore line. He stopped at the last cabin on the road, turning off the motor and getting out to open my door for me. He pulled my bag from the trunk and we walked to the cabin. The inside was nice, big windows looking out over the blackness of the lake. Phil switched on the light and closed the curtains, pointing out the bathroom if I wanted to change. Phil was fixing some drinks at the counter as I pulled the gown over my head and lay it across a chair in the corner. I turned as he was walking towards me, the drinks in his hands. He stopped to devour me with his eyes as I stood in the sexy under things I had on. Then he put down the glasses to take me in his arms, holding my body close while his lips found mine.

It was several minutes before he broke the embrace to hand me a glass and begin taking off his suit. I sat on the bed to take off my shoes and stockings, looking up once or twice to see if that was what he wanted me to do. He just smiled at me and soon we were both naked, laying together on the bed. We cuddled and touched for a while before he said that something was missing. Mr.Brandon got up and went to his suitcase by the window. He reached in and pulled out a set of handcuffs, holding them up so I could see. They gleamed in the dim light of the room. I felt a grin spread across my lips as he came back to the bed. He had me roll over onto my stomach to hook one cuff through my two wrist bangles behind my back. The ratatat of the cuff locking down on my bangles loud, in the quiet room. He brought my legs up to connect my ankle bangles together with the other cuff. Then he sat back to watch my reaction.

When Phil had reached into his suitcase and I saw the handcuffs in his hand the familiar heat had started in the pit of my stomach, quickly spreading through out my body. When he asked me to roll over I did so, placing my hands behind me. I had known about handcuffs, that they could be used on wrists and on ankles, but with the bangles we all wore they were not as useful with us, the noise from our bangles clanking against them more of a distraction than anything. Phil’s use of them to connect my bangles together was a novel idea, something that had surprised me. When he lifted my feet and I felt him hook the other cuff to my ankle bangles I had closed my eyes, reveling in the feelings as my feet were drawn together, the clicking of the cuff closing sending shivers up my back.

I lay on my stomach, twisting my wrists inside my bangles, loosing myself in the sensations of this new turn of events. I could reach out with my fingers along the short chain to the cuff through my ankle bangles, holding my feet so closely to my hands. I pushed on the tops of my feet, pressing them into my ass and rubbing them across it. I let go of my feet to let them spring up, the chain snapping tight and all of my bangles digging into me. I rolled over onto my side, opening my eyes to see Mr.Brandon sitting on the bed, watching me. I caught sight of my nipples, hard berries sticking straight out from the ends of my tits. Mr.Brandon’s cock was at half mast, twitching slightly while his eyes roved over me… I inched my way closer to him, bringing up my knee to rub it across his hip. He finally began to touch me then, bringing one hand to my breasts, the other to rub up and down my thigh.

I crossed my ankles and parted my thighs when I felt his hand press between them. I was, by this time, so wet down there. He drew his finger through the slit, feeling the slickness there and smiled at me. His other hand continued to torment my nipples, super sensitive now from his rubbing and gentle pinching of them. Bound as I was, there was nothing I could do except lay there and enjoy his hands as they brought me to the peak of ecstasy. I wanted to feel his cock, standing proudly in his lap, so close yet so far from my limited reach. I was bucking my hips against his hand now, letting out a low moan each time he would twist a nipple or pinch a little harder. Suddenly all the sensations stopped. I clamped my thighs tight on the hand that wasn’t there now.

I looked to see Mr. Brandon getting the keys to the handcuffs. This can’t be ending now, I thought as he bent over me to unlock my hands. He pushed me onto my back, then pulled on the handcuff, drawing my feet up, to connect my wrists again in front of me this time. I saw him toss the keys in the air, followed their arc as they landed in his open suitcase on the other side of his room. He got on his knees before me, spreading his legs wide and moving closer, his knees on each side of my hips. He bent down, crushing my feet and hands tightly against me, to lock his mouth to mine in a long and passionate kiss. I could feel his throbbing cock pressing against me and I used my fingers to push it down slightly, guiding it into me.

Phil gave a little gasp as his cock slid into my wet pussy and he raised himself up off me. He started rocking his hips, driving in deeper with each thrust. He lifted my legs straight up, my hands following my feet, and wrapped his arm around my thighs to pull us closer together. His other hand found the chain between the handcuffs, gripping it tightly, pulling up slightly to keep tension on my arms. More urgent, more forceful, his thrusting was becoming. I saw him, his eyes closed tightly, bring his face around the side of my foot and take the bangle between his teeth, his tongue snaking around it, then reaching out to lick my ankle underneath it.

I lost it then when I saw my bangle clamped between his teeth and felt him licking my ankle. I began to cum like a train wreck, harder and longer then I thought I ever had. Mr.Brandon pulled the cuffs closer to him, raising me up a little to drive himself harder into me, then shook, as he released his cum deep inside me. He pulled back once or twice, then slammed back into me as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through us both. After what seemed like a long time he released his grip on the chain and my legs to let us both slump back and come down from that incredible rush.

Phil stretched out beside me and I rolled over onto my side, facing away from him so he could snuggle close to my body. Soon a big pool of sticky wetness had formed on the bed between us which Phil wiped up with his under shorts retrieved from the floor. We lay together for a while as he toyed with my hands, my bangles still locked to my feet with the handcuffs. I could feel him pressed close to me, getting hard again. Phil reached down to place his cock at my opening, then pushing himself slowly in. The handcuffs which held my feet up and my hands between my legs were in between Phil’s knees, clamped tightly there, keeping me unable to move. Slowly he began moving in and out of me, the sweet sensations building once more to the creciendo of another crashing orgasm in us both.

It was later on, after we had lain together for a while enjoying the after effects of our lovemaking, that Phil released the cuffs from my bangles to let me go clean up a little. We then sat at the table overlooking the inky blackness of the lake, sipping glasses of a sweet tasting liqueur before retiring to the bed for the night. Phil asked if he could put the cuffs on me for the night but I said that they would rattle a lot and keep us awake. I dug in the bottom of my purse and found two small brass padlocks, the ones that Lisa had bought for me and I had brought along. Phil put the keys on the table, then locked the bangles on my hands and on my feet together. He cuddled close to me as we slept on the bed that night in the quiet cabin by the lake.

The next morning Phil awakened me with a smile and unlocked the locks holding my hands and feet. He asked me to take a shower while he ordered us some breakfast. My shower finished, I heard room service knock and Mr.Brandon let him in while I was brushing out my hair. When I heard the man leave I opened the bathroom door to go to the table near the window where Phil was setting out the food. I was wearing nothing but my bangles and a smile when I sat down, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Mr.Brandon. We sat at the table eating, watching little boats out on the lake. Phil told me that some friends of his were hosting a party that night that I might like to go to. He said that I would fit in well with the type of crowd that would be there. Peter and Sue would be there, and he would like me to accompany him.

I, of course, said that I would be pleased to attend the party with him so he said we would have to go shopping for an outfit for me as it was a kind of costume party. While we sat at the table Mr.Brandon told me a little about himself. The business he owned was located in California, in the San Joaquin valley where he lived, with branches in Taiwan, China and Thailand. He travelled once a year to visit the other offices and factories where most of the components were produced. He was not married, having not yet found a girl who could enjoy the kind of lifestyle he liked. The business had taken a lot of his time before, but now it was secure enough that he could take more time for himself, to enjoy life a little more.

He told me that he had joined with a group of people in California that shared the kinds of erotic pleasures that he was interested in. “You seemed comfortable with the situation I placed you in last night, Nissa, when we were making love. I was pleased how well you handled it. This party tonight is being hosted by someone from the group, now living here in India. It is a fetish party where couples can come to act out fantasies in a safe and accepting environment. I hope that you still want to go.”

I told Mr.Brandon that I would very much like him to take me to the party. We put on some clothes and went out to the car to go and get some things for me to wear that night. Phil drove into the city, stopping at a big open market. We walked around looking at the clothes and jewelry that was for sale. There were a few stalls selling leather goods and at one booth the man had some rather interesting things. I picked up a kind of vest thing that was made from black leather straps and silver buckles. I held it up to me as Phil looked on, a smile spreading across his lips.

Phil walked me to the back of the vendor’s stall where there was a curtain strung up for people to try on the clothes. He helped me to put on the vest, more of a harness really. The leather straps were about an inch wide and quite soft against my skin. There were buckles and rings everywhere… It took us a while to figure out how it went, but after everything was adjusted and tightened the effect the garment had was astounding. Two large silver rings, similar to my bangles, went over and around my breasts. There were patches made from woven leather strips that fit on these rings to cover my breasts. Phil said that I had to have it and I agreed, the sight of the soft leather straps crossing my chest and down my back with the gleaming buckles was having an effect on the both of us… We found a short, soft, black leather skirt that went nicely with the vest and Mr.Brandon paid the man, thanking him for having such fine merchandise.

At another stall Phil bought me a silver chain for around my neck and another that fit around my waist. I had, besides the heels, a pair of open sandals which I now wore and I asked if they would be all right but he said that I wouldn’t need shoes for this party. He found a simple white cotton wrap dress that would serve to cover my outfit until we reached the party. Then we stopped at a vendor for some lunch. Mr.Brandon asked me to order the food since he admitted he didn’t really know what everything was. I asked him if he liked hot and spicy and we settled on a mix of several things that the booth served.

We sat in a nearby park to eat, the food fresh and delicious. Then we returned to the car to drive back to the hotel room. We both were eager to have me model the outfit so I stripped and Phil helped me into the vest, adjusting and tightening the straps until it hugged me wonderfully. The skirt had what seemed like extra strong loops where the belt went through and we discovered that my bracelets could be attached with the two locks that I had brought. We also found out that the webbed parts that fastened to the rings around my breasts had snaps so they could be removed, leaving the fronts of my tits exposed.

All this time Mr.Brandon’s pants were becoming increasingly tight on him so he helped me out of the skirt, leaving my harness in place, then pushed me down on the bed and made frantic love to me.

You must have noticed by now that I am having trouble whether I should be calling Phil Brandon as Phil or Mr.Brandon. There were several times he had confused me when he would ask me if I wanted something or if I felt O.K with something. Then there were other times, like now, he pushed me down on the bed, quickly stripped off his pants, then got on top of me to push himself forcefully into me and slammed himself into me until we both came together in a great flood of released emotion. During the shopping trip I had known he would love to see me in the harness as soon as I laid eyes on it, yet he had asked me several times if I liked it, would I feel comfortable wearing it to the party. The silver chains I now wore around my neck and waist he had picked off a table, clipped them on me right there, and paid the vendor without asking me anything.

That is what I needed, what I want. To have decisions made for me, and to have a trust that those decisions won’t cause me too much unhappiness or bring some harm to me. More and more I began to hope that Phil, Mr.Brandon would be the man to take me and give me the life I had been wishing for for so long.

After our lovemaking much of the urgency had been satisfied and we relaxed for a few hours before getting ready for the party. I wore the white gown over the black leather skirt and vest, some of the straps and the metal rings around my breasts just barely visible at the vee neck of the dress. Again Phil gave me a choice, to keep the webbed coverings on my breasts or leave them here in the room. I finally just said to him “You decide.”

He lifted my gown up and I held it for him as he undid the snaps that held the coverings to the rings. Before I dropped the dress down he undid the chain around my waist to then put it over top of the gown, drawing the material around my waist, accenting my figure and adding to the overall look. He put the two coverings in his suitcase, then phoned Peter at his hotel. I heard him say we would go out for some supper before swinging by to pick them up around eight or so.

As I followed Phil out to the car I started to notice that with the rings around my breasts pushing them out and up, and without the webbed coverings on, my nipples were rubbing on the front of the dress I had on. When we were seated in the car he looked at me, letting his gaze drop to my chest. I saw him looking at my nipples which had become two stiff points, pushing at the front of my gown. He gave me a grin and with what I could only describe as a low, sadistic chuckle, he started the car and we were off.

I am sure that Phil chose the bumpiest route to the night club where we had supper, my breasts bouncing in the confining vest, rubbing my nipples against the cotton gown. I nearly came from the stimulation before we got there. When I got out of the car he put his arm around me and, noticing the flush on my face and chest, I’m sure, whispered in my ear, “Not yet, my pet. The night is young.”

My pet. Interesting choice of words, I thought, as we entered the club and found a table in the back. The night club was about half full with people eating or dancing on the big dance floor a few steps down from the tables around it. I noticed the waiter as he took our order looking down the front of my dress after seeing the shiny rings around my breasts peeking out the top. Mr.Brandon caught him looking too but said nothing, just grinned at me. I shifted on my seat, asking the waiter about something on the menu, giving him a better look down my dress. I heard Phil give a short laugh when he realised what I was doing.

While waiting for the food we danced for a few songs, Phil holding me tightly against him. I could feel his hands on my back, under my hair, tracing the straps of the harness and feeling the chain around my waist. My nipples were still under torment, the steel rings gripping around my breasts holding them up, making them stick straight out. I knew that he knew what was going on under the front of my gown, his warm smiles telling me that he was enjoying watching me deal with it.

When we saw the food arrive we went back to the table. Phil had asked me to choose the meal, something light he said as there would be snacks served at the party later. They had, what I thought was the best tandoori chicken I had ever tasted. With a bean curry and a fresh salad the meal was quite pleasing, he told me. We sat and talked after, the ever attentive waiter filling the teapot or asking if we wanted anything else. Finally it was time to go. Phil drove us to the hotel to pick up his friends.

Sue was wearing a short coat when she got into the car. I had read about parties like the one we were going to but I really had no idea what was going to happen there. We arrived at the house, an old mansion along a winding road. The house was behind a stone wall with big iron gates at the front, and up on a slight hill. Phil parked where an attendant showed him and we all got out. I watched as Sue took off her jacket and put it in the car. She was wearing a french maid’s costume complete with the little lace hat which she pinned on top of her head. When she turned to put the coat in the car I saw the back of the outfit wasn’t there. The garters holding her stockings framed her naked bum. From the garter at her waist on up, her back was bare. I looked at Mr.Brandon who gave me a little nod.

After undoing the chain around my waist I gathered up the hem of my gown and pulled it up over my head. Peter was left speechless. Sue said she liked my outfit and asked where I got it. As I clipped the silver chain back around my bare waist I told her of our finding it in the market this morning. I put the gown in the car and kicked off my sandals, leaving them there too. As we walked along to the house I could only have faith in Phil, that the spectacle I was presenting would be acceptable for this party. When we got to the front door, and then inside, my worries were put to rest as I saw people in more bizarre costumes than mine or Sue’s.

Not just the women there, but men too were wearing strange things. I saw a few men, some even on hands and knees, naked except for shackles and collars, being led by leashes by their mistresses. The bartender had a heavy metal band around his hips with a piece down between his legs and up the back, his cock and balls securely locked away. Phil and Peter got us drinks, then we went around the big house, talking with people and seeing ever more unusual things. I was introduced to the host, a big hairy man named Carl, and his partner, another big hairy man. Bears, I was told, a nickname for big gay men with a lot of body hair. They both wore leather outfits, shorts with a harness similar to the one I had on, except for the rings that encircled my breasts. Carl twirled me around to get the full effect, enchanted with my long hair and also the bangles I wore. Phil saved me from further gropings by Carl when he pulled me away to get us more drinks.

The house was a maze of huge ballrooms and dining halls, with many small, cozily furnished rooms where people had gathered to chat or make out. In one of the big rooms a live band played while the guests danced and mingled. The group was very good, a nice mix of old rock and roll combined with slow love songs. A couple of other local girls and myself were organised to do, what turned out to be a quite erotic and sensuous dance while a couple from the band and another man accompanied us. The other two had training in the temple dances of the south and after a brief run through we took the stage and managed to do quite well, dispite the spontaneity of it and our rather bizarre costumes. Phil said that I danced well and everyone had enjoyed the show we had put on.

I hadn’t seen Peter or Sue for some time now. It was early morning before we found them again. On the top floor was a room with seating like in a theatre. Phil and I went in. Up on the stage at the end was a kind of platform. The room was dark except for one spotlight highlighting an apparatus on the platform and the woman strapped to it. She let out a scream as the man behind brought a thin stick down on her naked bum. The woman was Sue, and the man beating her was Peter.

Phil and I stood in back watching the show his friends were putting on. The room was full of people, silently watching. The crack of the thin stick loud, Sue’s yell louder in the room. I noticed Phil glancing at me from time to time, trying to gauge my reaction to the scene on the stage. He must have, I thought, noticed my exposed nipples had gotten hard as stones again. If he had put his hand on my pussy he would have felt the wetness gathering there, since I had no panties under the short skirt I was wearing.

A final swish, crack, and Sue was left sobbing on the apparatus, her session over. Peter and another man loosened the ropes and buckles which held her, then Peter helped her off the stage to a hearty round of applause from the audience. There was a pause in the action. I looked at Phil. He stared intently at me. He took my hand and started to lead me down to the front of the room.

My excitement built as we passed the people sitting there, waiting for the next act. It was me who would be that next act. The man on the stage noticed us moving closer and brightened, speaking into a microphone to introduce us. I stepped up onto the stage ahead of Phil, walking calmly up to the M.C. He asked me my name and held the mic to me as I said “Nissa.” I heard, as in a dream, the applause and a few appreciative whistles. The man led me to the platform.

On the platform was a narrow padded bench held up by an A shaped frame at each end. At the base of the legs on one end were two leather pads, for me to kneel on. Further back from the pads was a board with two holes that were padded inside, for my ankles. The top half of that board was lifted off it’s pegs. Phil told me to take off my skirt. I undid the belt and let my skirt drop to the floor, then stepped up and knelt on the pads. The top part of the apparatus came to just below my waist.

My ankles were positioned in the holes in the board and the top piece was pushed down over them. I looked back as I heard the catches snap closed, locking my feet in place, leaving them hanging at the edge of the platform. The man handed two straps to Phil and they buckled them around my thighs and the legs of the bench, one near my knee and one higher up, near my crotch… I lay down along the bench. It narrowed where my breasts went, supporting my chest but comfortable between, my breasts and the metal rings around them hanging free on each side. The end of the bench split in two to support my head but not to press on my face. I watched as the leather wrist cuffs were unlocked, my bangles used instead by simply locking them to the ring bolts on the legs of the frame near the floor. My hair was gathered up and let fall on the side of my head away from the audience. Another wide strap was buckled around my body, under my armpits to further hold me down on the bench.

Mr.Brandon knelt in front of my bound body. I could sense the excitement in him, in myself, in everyone in the room. He asked me in a low voice how I wanted it.

“I can make this easy, we can put on a good show,” he said to me in a hushed whisper, “or we can get more serious about it, as serious as you want. It is up to you.”

I looked up at his face. “Please, just don’t leave any permanent marks.” I said.

After a moment he said, “This is going to hurt.”

“I expect it will.” I replied.

I watched a tender look of pride come over his face as he reached out to stroke my cheek. The master of ceremonies, who was standing nearby and had heard our exchange asked me if I wanted a gag.

A gag? “Yes please.” I heard myself say.

The man went to a table in the darkened rear of the stage, returning with a red rubber ball gag that he pushed into my mouth behind my teeth and buckled the strap at the back of my neck. He bent to me and said, so Phil and I could hear, “If you want to stop, Nissa, If you are in trouble, pull your hands out three times, so we hear the locks bang on the rings. That is your safe word. I’ll be watching and listening for your signal. Do you understand? Try it now, please.”

I pulled my hands outwards three times, the locks banging against the rings and my bracelets clearly heard. I shook my head, yes, then settled my face in the padded opening of the bench and waited.

Master went to the table in the back of the stage, returning with his choice from the instruments there. He stood in front of my bound form, his arms up, displaying the paddle he had selected to the audience, between his hands as a magician would display a prop. Master stepped in front of me to hold the paddle low, so I could see it. It was about fourteen inches long, tapered at one end to form a leather wrapped handle. The business end was straight, four inches wide, rounded and slightly tapered on the edges. He spun the paddle between his fingers and slashed the air before me a few times, getting the feel of it in his hand. The reflection of the spotlight above off the polished wood flashed hypnotically in my eyes.

Master walked behind me to stand at the rear of the apparatus, near my defenseless bum. He gently ran the hard wood over my ass cheeks from the bottom of my back to the tops of my thighs where the upper straps were. I felt the wood leave, then come down on my bum with a loud crack. He started slow, wacking me not too hard at first, picking his spots and smacking my bum all over with the paddle, warming it to the onslaught that was to come. The blows started to get harder, the stinging smacks igniting a fire in my loins. I could tilt my hips a little, wiggle my feet a bit. I could move my head around and flap my arms a bit. Everything else was strapped tightly to the bench. I could only grunt around the ball in my mouth.

My bum was burning now, each blow from the paddle sending a tingle racing up my spine. I tried to pull up my legs. I couldn’t move them at all. I tried to reach back with my hands, the locks snapping tight against my bracelets. I strained and shook, the smacks still landing with stinging regularity. My body tensed and I shook with the first orgasm, my mind overtaken with the helplessness of my situation.

As I came back to reality I sensed a pause in the action. I opened my eyes to see the M.C. looking at me, concerned. While I had been thrashing my arms he must have thought I had given the signal to stop. I shook my hands rattling the locks. I shook my head, no. I was in pain but I had not reached my limit. The whipping I had received tied to the trees at training school had hurt more, had been all over my body, not just my bum. Besides, I did trust Mr.Brandon and I wanted to play this session out to it’s end. For Him. For Master.

The M.C. announced that it was just a little miscommunication and that the show would continue. Master went to the table and I turned my head to watch him. He stripped off his shirt and tie, kicked off his shoes and socks. In the dim light I saw him handle several items, then choose one and return to the circle of light. He held the item up to the audience. There was a roar of approval, filling the room. I sensed that many more people had crowded into the room than there was before. Master laid the whip over my head, the strips of leather across my face, letting me inhale the scent of oiled and well worn leather. It was a traditional cat-O-nine tails, although I didn’t bother to count.

Master undid the buckles on my harness, letting the straps hang down off the bench under me, bareing my back. He pushed his hand under my belly to turn and unhook the silver chain, letting it hang down too. He left the cat over my head and went to the table again, returning with a stick and a chair. He sat in the chair and poked the stick at the soles of my feet, tickling and scratching them. I could not move my feet with the stocks holding my ankles tightly in place in their padded grip. I could wriggle my toes and twist my feet a bit, otherwise they were helpless against the torment from that stick. Just when I felt I could take no more tickling my soles were assaulted with a barrage of blows from the stick, master whipping the bottoms of my tender feet with it.

As fast as it had started, it stopped, leaving me screaming against the ball in my mouth, biting down hard on it. Master threw the stick aside, shoved the chair out of the way and plucked the whip from off my head. Seconds after the strokes stopped on my feet a new pain sparkled across my back as the strips of leather slashed across it. Master moved around my bound form bringing the whip down hard on my back, my ass, my legs. Everywhere there was some exposed flesh the thin strips delivered their stinging fire.

As much as I could I writhed with the agony of each blow. I started to experience the sensation of leaving my body, of floating upwards. This time I better understood what was happening and I let the feelings take me, up, to where the spotlight was hanging over me. I saw myself, bound tightly to the bench, Master, walking calmly around the circle of light, slashing down with the whip. I could see as well as feel the stripes that the whip was making on my skin.

Then, quite suddenly, I was drawn back into myself to encounter the power of a massive orgasm which was surging through out my body. I shook from the forces that crashed through me. I don’t know if I had inadvertently given the safeword while I thrashed against my bonds, or if master had realised what was happening to me, the flood of juices running down my thighs, staining the straps around them, a rather obvious clue. The whipping had stopped. I came back to thunderous applause and cheers from the audience. I felt the gag being unbuckled and the ball was eased from my mouth. I turned my head and looked out at the room. The lights had come on and I saw people from the party, packed into the room, standing and cheering the show master and I had given them. I managed a weak smile which brought an intensification of the cheers and applause.

Master appeared in front of me, taking my head gently, turning it to face him. He looked deep into my eyes, his face a mixture of warm tenderness and fierce pride. He held my head, stroking my cheeks while the master of ceremonies went around unlocking and unbuckling the bondage which had held me in it’s unrelenting embrace. Master helped me up, held me while I stood on shaky legs amid another round of thunderous applause and cheers. I was walked to the side of the stage where cool wet cloths were applied to the back of me, all over. I was helped into an adjoining room where I was lain face down on a bed as more of the soft, soothing cloths were applied, the slight antiseptic smell making my nose twitch. Master never left my side, gently stroking my head, telling me how wonderful I was.

After a while the cloths were lifted carefully from me and a cream was applied, gently daubed on by Master and another person. My ass especially started to sting more at the touch of the cream but Master soothed me, telling me that I would feel better in a few minutes and my marks will heal quicker. I did start to feel better as the cream was absorbed into my tender flesh. Carl, our host, had come into the room and was shaking Phil’s hand. “Another fine performance, Phil, Best I have ever seen.” and to me, “You were wonderful, Nissa, absolutely divine.” The big man stroked my hair tenderly. “Phil here is one of the best, you know. You stood up to it very well, my dear.”

Peter and Sue came in. Sue’s bum still had a rosy glow to it, but she sat down on the bed beside me and asked how I was doing. By this time some of the pain had left me and I managed to raise myself a bit as she carefully put her arms around me, gently hugging me. Drinks came up from downstairs, a plate of food was set next to me. I felt like a queen being pampered and congratulated by all the people who came and went from the room. Sue helped me stand and walk to the mirror on the closet door. I turned and looked at my back, down my legs. Phil was indeed a skilled whip master. The countless red stripes which criss-crossed my back and the backs of my legs were laid out in an almost draftsman like precision. My bum had a bright red overall glow. There was no bleeding, only a few raised welts which I was told would heal completely in a week or so.

Phil said that we should go. My cotton gown had been retrieved from the car, along with Sue’s jacket. The outfit I had worn to the party was in a bag which Phil carried. The waist chain sparkled around his neck, hanging down across his chest, his shirt open in front. Our group made it’s way downstairs, guests gently reaching to touch Sue’s and my arm as we passed, wishing us well. Outside, birds were singing in the gray light of dawn. The car had been brought to the front and Sue and I got in the back seat. Sue’s bum was not as sore as mine so I lay down, my head in her lap with my weight on my side as we drove to Peter’s hotel.

Peter suggested that we all come up to their room to sleep. There were two big beds and a couch there. Sue and I took one bed, Phil was offered the other and Peter took the big couch.

I awoke sometime that evening to find Sue snuggled closely behind me. Her arm was around my waist and her leg was over mine. When I moved she started, then rolled over onto her back. I rolled over to face her, feeling only a slight twinge from my bum when I slid across the sheets. I said good morning as she opened her eyes.

The men were still passed out so Sue and I held each other and cuddled a bit before Peter stirred and looked over at us. Sue and I, both nude, kissed each other and hugged while Peter watched. Then he got up and crossed over to lay behind his wife to stroke up and down her back with his hands. I went to Phil and gently shook him awake. I said that they might be worried about me back at the trading company. He said that we should call and he would tell them he would be returning with me tomorrow, since it was getting late.

Phil made the call from the room as I listened in. He got through to Dora and he explained about the party which had gone on all night, and about the whipping that I had received there. Dora asked to speak to me and I told her that I was all right, that Mr.Brandon had taken good care of me. Before he rang off he asked if the head administrator could see him around noon, when we would arrive. The little wink Phil gave me made my heart skip a beat.

Peter ordered room service and we had a wonderful feast before Phil and I left to go back to his hotel. He stopped to pick up some wine before driving to the cottage beside the lake. It was when we were sitting at the table, sipping the wine that he told me how he felt about me, that he had fallen deeply in love with me and he would be honoured and proud to have me as his wife.

Phil said that I showed him that I was someone who would give him the kind of relationship that he had wanted, had needed for so long. I was someone that could give the ultimate gift, that of ones self, something that was more precious than anything else. “It is a gift that I would cherish until the end of time.” he said.

I wept, I was so touched by Phil’s words. “Oh, yes, master.” I said through the tears, “I am yours to do with as you please.”

We stood and he hugged me to him tightly. “My beautiful Nissa.” he whispered in my ear, “You are mine and mine alone, forever more.”

Later on we took our glasses of wine and walked along the shore of the lake, stopping to sit on the grass and hold each other, looking up at the stars. Phil took my chain from his neck and put it around my waist again. He hooked his fingers through it and the one around my neck, pulling on them. “These chains,” he said, “serve to bind you to me. They represent the unbroken love I have for you.”

He looked so solemn I had to laugh. “Yes, Master.” I said. That got him to smile and then I jumped on top of him. We lay on the grassy shore of the lake long into the night, laughing and kissing, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands like it was the first time. Then we went back to the cabin to the big bed where we slept together, master first putting Lisa’s locks at my wrists and ankles and pocketing the keys with the heart shaped pendant hanging from the ring.

We headed back to Pune in the morning, arriving at the trading company building just before noon. I was asked to wait in the lobby while the receptionist showed Phil into the head administrators office. It was only ten minutes later that I was told to go upstairs and say my goodbyes, that I would be leaving with Phil that afternoon. I went around saying goodbye to all my friends there. The other girls, and Dora wished me the best of luck in my new life. After I had gathered my few belongings, Dora took me down to the administrator’s office. Mr.Brandon stood when I entered and gave me a hug.

The administrator said that the financial arrangements had not yet been completed but that an exception was to be made for us and I could leave now if I wanted to. Phil explained that he would need to sell off most of his company, and also his house in California, to meet the commitment for me. When I looked up there were tears in my eyes. Phil said that all that he owned meant nothing if he couldn’t have me, and not to worry.

“I don’t think you would like California, Nissa.” Phil said. “And to be honest, I am a little tired of it now. Carl moved here five years ago and he and his friend seem quite happy here. This is a big and beautiful country and I think I would like living here too.”

The administrator shook my hand, and Phil’s. “You two make a fine couple,” he said, “And I am happy for you both. I wish you the best of luck.”

He walked us out to the car. As we drove away I reached out my hand and Phil took it, glancing lovingly at me as he drove. That he was willing to give up everything for me made me realise how much I meant to him. We dropped off the rental car at the airport, then boarded the plane for the flight to his home.

Master sold off most of his company and his nice car and big house in the valley. He was able to pay the fee for me within six months. He retained a small micro chip foundry and an assembly plant in Thailand which he visits from time to time. We have a nice house on the coast in Kerala state, just north of Cochin, which I felt right at home in the minute I saw it. Master is quite happy living here too, the hustle and fast life of California forgotten, for the slower, more relaxed way of life here.

I have lived with Master for four years now. We are both so very happy in our nice house by the sea. A few months ago we went to another fetish party at Carl’s house. I wore the same outfit as last time, the nipple covers on, for the start of the party. This time Carl and I had time to organize a dance show with seven other girls from a local dance studio. The girls and I put on a wonderful show for the guests, two of the more erotic temple dances and a very sensuous belly dance number. Later on I watched as Master put the whip to a lovely little blond girl in the room upstairs while the guests cheered him on. Her screams filled the room as she came and came, charged with the power of Master’s domination of her. I was bursting with pride standing near him as he tended to her wounds afterwards in the room next door, and later, as he talked to friends from California who had come all this way just to see him work.

Master still puts me under the whip from time to time. Not often, but when he thinks I want it, or need it. I have total trust in Master, I know that he will never hurt me, never really bad I mean.

Master’s business is doing very well again. He is off to secure some new contracts in the Philippines and in Australia now. He said that he expects to return at the end of this week. This journal has taken me longer than I thought it would. I will post this part tonight, and I hope that he has time to read it, and that he was pleased with my efforts.

To my darling master, my life. All my love: Nissa.

[End of part 3]

Dino Dave. Oct.1999