Bridget - The Transformation

Chapter One

written by “Alli”

based on a concept by Lewis Chappelle

Carefully, Bridget arranged the implements on the floor: the flogger, the cat o' nine, the cane, the leather belt, the large paddle - they joined the others in a neat, straight line across the floor. Everything had to be perfect when Adam, her Master, came home.

Bridget worked quickly and smoothly, almost humming as she readied herself and the room. Her Master, the love of her life, traveled often; however, he had made a phone call to Bridget several hours earlier, letting her know he would return this very evening, and he wanted to enjoy her immediately.

Bridget glanced at the clock, made one more visual inspection, and then positioned herself for Adam's arrival: kneeling naked, her forehead against the floor, her ass raised high. Her large breasts hung below her, dragging the carpeted floor. She shivered as she spread her knees and folded her hands over the back of her head. She smiled as she thought of the sight she would present to Adam when he walked through the door. Her ass would be the first image he would see then, all the implements lying there for him to use to inflict his special torment on her.

As she waited, her mind drifted over the course of her life. It seemed like forever, and yet it was such a short while ago, that Bridget had been removed from the familiar family life with her parents, to sexual slavery of strangers. She drifted back mentally to when her first Master injected a painful substance into her - at that time - non-existent breasts.

Bridget wiggled slightly, grinding her tits and nipples into the carpet, and sighed. She recalled how much it hurt when the long needle had entered into her nipples each day, and how, in his own method of comfort, the Old Master had then gently caressed them, and using first his fingers, and then his penis, encouraged her to cum while the pain filled her tits. She felt her cunt become wet as she thought of those first experience of pleasurable pain, and she wiggled a bit more.

Life with the older couple had become routine. Bridget had come to expect the whippings, the bindings, the tortures that made her cum. She puzzled as she recalled how ignorant she had been - unlearned, and uneducated. She knew she was different than others. She knew that her Master read large books, and wrote things down. She knew her Mistress could put numbers together. She could sometimes see other children from the windows, and knew that they were doing things she had never done; but, truly, she did not realize the extent of what they knew, or what she was missing.

When Bridget asked her Old Master, in a rare moment of childish curiosity, he had explained to her that she didn't know what everyone else knew, because her tits were so large. She accepted that answer, because her tits were so very large by this time - larger than she even realized. She knew they were larger than her Mistress' tits, and she knew that is why her Mistress whipped them so often and so hard; but Bridget didn't have the worldly experience to realize that most women did not have tits the size hers were. Her Mistress would have compared them to soccer balls, but Bridget didn't have that point of reference. She only knew that they were larger than her Mistress', and that they were the reason she didn't know things other people did.

Bridget moved again, slightly, as she waited for Adam, in one of his favorite positions. What a short time ago all that was, and now, here she was with Adam. She felt a warm sensation flow through her body and, her cunt juices ran, as she thought of him. It was like the world suddenly became a better place when she thought of him. How her life had changed when he had purchased her from her former Master and Mistress. She realized what a fortunate thing it had been for him to happen through their part of Germany when the older couple was looking for another place for Bridget. And while it was difficult for her to leave her Old Master and Mistress at first, she was now so glad it happened.

Bridget shivered again as she recalled her first months with Adam. He had always treated her well, even as a slave. He had brought her to his home, and allowed her to have a large, well appointed room. She had all of the best cosmetics and skin care products. She had perfumes and lotions, and a large bathtub in the bathroom off her bedroom. Adam also took care of her sexual needs, allowing her to cum while he bound, whipped, clamped and in other ways tortured her large tits. Bridget smiled at the pleasant memories.

Adam had seen some potential in Bridget, who came to him as a stupid cow. He thought he detected an intelligence in her often-blank eyes. Bridget shuddered in near-horror as she remembered how Adam had contracted with Sister Sadie to teach her basic reading, writing and arithmetic. Sister Sadie had some less than pleasant ways of insuring that her pupil would learn what she had promised to teach her. While Adam almost always allowed Bridget to cum after he hurt her, Sadie had not been that kind. Bridget shuddered again as she recalled those long ago and pain-filled school days.

Bridget's dread at the memory of those school days quickly changed to an almost evil excitement as she considered all the changes she had experienced since that time.

Now, Bridget was not only well educated, she was worldly wise, and sophisticated. When she was finally given the chance to learn, she had embraced it. After she learned to read basic words, she had taken every opportunity to learn more. She read almost everything she could get her hands on. As Adam had a large library, she found herself looking at all sorts of dictionaries, encyclopedias, thesauruses and news journals. She sometimes glanced at the large books with pictures, but what she really wanted was to learn new things.

It wasn't long before Bridget had a working knowledge of business and finance, as well. She smiled as she remembered her fantasies of having a business, of having people work for her, and collecting the profit from her venture. She spent more time reading financial journals and puzzling over larger and larger math problems. Sister Sadie was helpful in teaching her the basics of money - the amount of each coin and bill, the rates of exchange, how interest worked. Bridget absorbed all of this information like a sponge, ever wanting to learn more.

Bridget tried to look at the clock, but found it out of her view. She was so excited for Adam to arrive!

It didn't take long for Bridget to return to her recollections. Adam had been so proud of her when he saw the lengths to which she was going to learn, both from Sadie, and on her own. He told her she was allowed to love him, and found himself loving her more and more, too.

Back in the days, when Adam traveled on his business trips, he would leave Bridget in the care of Sister Sadie and her partner, the now defrocked, former Priest. Bridget hated for Adam to be gone.. She missed him terribly, but she did not care for Sadie and the Father, as they had a tendency to be cruel for their own pleasure. She had learned with Adam and her former Master that pain can bring pleasure. She was reminded with Sadie and the Father that it didn't always happen like that.

Bridget checked her position as she heard the door handle move. She was so excited! It was all she could do not to jump up and run to Adam when he opened the door. With all of her strength, she remained in position as he walked nearer.

Bridget heard Adam bend over to pick up one of the instruments from the floor, and willed herself not to shiver as she felt the tip of his fingers flow over her back and then to her ass. She knew he would see she was wet for him already, and she knew he would be pleased. Adam's fingers were replaced with the flat of a crop, running it all over her smooth back and ass, down her legs and to the soles of her feet. Bridget's heart pounded in anticipation. Still, she had not heard a word from Adam, but she knew it was him by his cologne and the way he walked.

Without warning, Adam brought the crop down sharply across Bridget's thigh. She felt the burn all the way through her leg, and it radiated out meeting the next stroke with the crop, a bit higher, almost to her ass. With each crack of leather on flesh, she felt herself become wetter, and after about 20 strokes, Adam pushed himself deeply into her cunt, filling her roughly and tenderly in one movement. It didn't take long for Adam to cum, but Bridget did not speak. He had not breathed even a word, and she held her tongue as well, not begging to cum, and not cumming without his permission.

When Adam finished, he stood up, and a few moments later, he called to Bridget softly, inviting her to his feet. She crawled in feline fashion, long, smooth strides, back arched, shoulders back, and knelt at his feet. Adam reached down and ran his fingers through her lush, long hair. He looked deeply into her eyes. She wanted to purr, to grab his hand and kiss his fingers. She waited. Adam dropped his hand and felt for her tits. She pushed them toward him. She knew the pleasure he took from them.

Adam helped Bridget to her feet, and pulled her to him. She was so excited she could hardly stand still. Adam did not display his affection in this manner often. She sighed, and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her delicate fingertips through his hair and down his neck. He breathed hard, and then sat down, pulling her to his lap.

"Bridget, My slave. I have missed you. Whipping another slave girl is not the same as whipping you. I find I don't receive the same pleasure with them as I receive from you. I think you may be ruining me!" Adam laughed.

Bridget, feeling the moment relax, laughed too. "Oh, Master! You know nothing brings me pleasure like being tied up and tortured by you!"

The two laughed and chatted for a few moments, and then Adam said, "Bridget, it has been a long journey. I wanted to see you yet tonight, so I canceled my final meeting, and came home. I wish I had the energy to tie you up and whip you tonight, to leave my marks all over you, but I am exhausted. I know you didn't cum when I did. I know you want to cum, but you will have to wait until tomorrow. I don't want you to cum without my assistance, and I want to truly enjoy the moment."

Bridget felt a nudge of disappointment, but it was almost immediately replaced with pride. "Master Adam, I do not want to cum without you. Thank you for letting me show my love for you by waiting!"

Adam was so taken with this beautiful woman. She had changed so much. She was now truly the slave he had always dreamed of. She was intelligent and witty. She had style and grace. She was submissive without reserve. She could meet his every need, and he was finding more and more that he desired no other. He concluded that while Bridget was his slave, she was every bit his intellectual equal. How could he want anything more?

While Adam had been away from the estate, Bridget had enrolled in an accelerated class to learn massage therapy techniques. As Adam removed his clothes and stretched out on the bed, Bridget moved behind him and began to massage his shoulders. Adam couldn't believe how much more effective this massage was than the last ones she gave him. Before he could even think about taking a shower, he was relaxed almost to the point of sleep. Bridget kissed his back and shoulders, thinking he was out, and moved to the floor to sleep next to the bed. Adam woke up enough to invite her back to his side, pulled her close, and dozed off.

When Bridget awoke next to Adam, she felt a thrill of excitement wash over her. She watched him breath for a few moments before he stirred, and then she moved down to take his engorged cock into her mouth. Adam groaned and pushed himself deeper into her throat, slowly fucking her mouth. She groaned as she swallowed to accommodate his width. With a hand on the back of her head, Adam filled her mouth and belly with his cum, and then pushed her away gently.

Bridget was so disappointed, he could see it on her face. She wanted desperately to cum with Master Adam! He had been gone for what seemed like forever, and she always felt her cum was better with him. Adam saw the look on Bridget's face, but didn't acknowledge it. He sent Bridget to prepare his shower, and then sent her to take one herself.

It was all Bridget could do not to rub her clit while she showered. But, she did so want to cum with Adam, and she knew he would not only be disappointed if she came without him, he would punish her. So, she restrained her natural impulse. She quickly prepared herself for the day, putting on her lotions and perfumes, doing her make-up in an expert manner, her long hair just the way Adam liked it. Then she pulled out her tight, black leather pants. She matched them with a leather bustier with hot-pink accents. Black leather boots completed the outfit, though she grabbed a hot-pink leather jacket to put on over the outfit, should it be necessary for her to be a little more presentable for public consumption. She giggled softly as she thought about that. Not so long ago, she didn't even own clothes, and now she was worried about being seen in public indecently. Things sure had changed!

When Bridget returned to Adam, he let out a low whistle and motioned for her to turn around and model the outfit. He couldn't believe how perfect this woman was, and he felt himself become hard as he watched her. He ignored his cock, wanting to make Bridget wait a bit longer, and taking her hand, led her down the stairs.

Adam and Bridget didn't really stop for breakfast, but grabbed a piece of fruit as they headed across the property. Adam commented on how well the grounds looked, and how clean everything was. Bridget smiled and told him there was more to come.

Adam looked at Bridget with pride. She was so perfect! He could hardly believe his good fortune! They stopped in front of a large white building, and though it was very clean and well maintained, it looked very much like a fortress. Bridget entered a numeric code into the key pad. "I had this installed for ease of entry - and to make it more difficult to escape!" she smiled. "You will need to set your access code, too, Sir."

The heavy door swung open and a large man inside turned to them. Adam was a little surprised to see his old friend, Alex, standing there. Alex had been an impressive athlete when he was in school, but an accident had left him with a permanent injury to his left leg, and his penis had been damaged so badly, it had to be removed. Unfortunately, Alex still had sexual urges, with less than satisfying ways left for him to manage them. He had contacted Bridget looking for Adam, and she had offered him the position of guard and caretaker of the operations on their estate. Alex did not know Adam would be arriving that day, so he was as surprised as Adam.

Bridget stepped back as the two men exchanged handshakes and then chest thumping hugs, and smiled to herself as she watched them both talking at once to catch up with each other. Finally, they realized they had plenty of time to do all the talking they wished to do later, but, Alex took another moment to explain to Adam that he was very impressed with Bridget and what she was accomplishing at the estate. He said it was very exciting for him to be involved with a venture such as the one Bridget had explained to him. He asked if they would mind if he walked with them through the facility.

Alex pushed a button, and another large door opened. Adam and Bridget entered and saw there was a row of security monitors, each trained on a single room. Each room was neatly furnished. While there were no luxuries in the room, they were comfortable, and each had a sink, toilet and shower. Adam could see that there was a person in four of the rooms, but he couldn't see details of what they looked like.

Alex stepped back as Adam looked into the monitors, and Bridget began explaining, "When you came back from your last trip, with the 'souvenir,' I wasn't sure what to think; but because of your generosity, I have turned that into a business. We had spoken along these lines several months ago, so I knew you would be pleased. I hope that all I have done to make it happen is acceptable to you, Master Adam."

Adam had known that Bridget had plans to become a 'business woman', but he had not realized how well thought out her plan had been.

"You see, we had this building just sitting here on the property, and it wasn't being used for anything. So, with my allowance, I decided to make it work for us. I should thank you for being so generous with me, Sir." Bridget bowed and tipped her imaginary hat. "Without your kindness, this would still be my dream!" Adam looked from Bridget to the monitors. "But, I only brought you one," he exclaimed!

Bridget beamed. "I know, and I hope this will be acceptable to you, also. You knew how badly I had been treated by them, and after the last time you were gone and they damaged me so severely, you told me I could do what I wanted to get even. This is what I wanted."

Bridget pressed another button and a third door opened. They entered the hall, and she waved her hand toward two of the doors on either side. Adam looked in through the door window as the female stood. She could not see him, but he had a perfect view of Sister Sadie's face. He gasped and turned to the other window, and saw the not-so-good Father in the other room.

Adam turned to look at Bridget with questions and pride in his eyes. This is not something he would have expected, but he was secretly very pleased with her ingenuity.

The End of Chapter # 1

Note # 1:  I have enjoyed the collaborative effort that went into this chapter and give full credit to “Alli” for its content. We seek comments from our readers at  biggreek100@aol.com.  LC  

Note #2: The authors claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.  LC

Bridget - The Transformation

 

Chapter Two

 

by “Alli” and Lewis Chappelle

 

Adam was awestruck as he considered what Bridget had accomplished. To say he was delighted would have been an understatement. While he had maintained a semi-business relationship with the defrocked Father Flagg, and his partner, Sister Sadie,  he had never been really fond of either of them. He felt a shiver of anticipation as he looked around the new facility Bridget had developed, and, looked to her for the next step.

 

Bridget actually loathed Flagg. She saw him as a flabby, little, creep, who took advantage of her sexually, and beat her routinely while she was being taught the three “R’s” and more as requested by Adam. Bridget didn’t think much of Sadie either, since she took unusual satisfaction whipping her or in making her service her orally several times a day while enjoying her dominating position as Bridget’s tutor.

 

Bridget sensed that Adam was very pleased with the facility. She had managed to turn the table on the pair of sexual dominant, perverted, and now defrocked members of a restricted religious order, and she could see how thrilled her actions were to Adam. Bridget lived to please Adam.

 

Alex, now the general manager and overseer of the facility,  felt as if he were a spy as he watched Bridget and her Master, Adam, interact before him. Without a touch or a word, he could see the adoration each shared for the other.  He wondered exactly how their relationship would be played out in the weeks and months to come.

 

While Adam was traveling, Bridget had originally hired Alex for the purpose of capturing both Sadie and Flagg. He was to make the capture covert and as stealthy as possible. Both were to be brought to the facility well drugged. She subsequently convinced Alex to accept the job as general foreman or overseer at the facility.

 

At first,  Bridget said that Sadie was going to be her “project” but, Alex himself was to tend to the overall treatment of Flagg within certain stipulated, and stringent, guidelines which she set.

 

For several weeks both prisoners were to be softened up by sleep and food deprivation. Both were to be trained to obey orders and to offer their bodies to whatever services were demanded of them, or for whatever torment was administered, without complaint.

 

Suddenly, as if she had just remembered something important, Bridget turned to Alex and said firmly,  "Our first client should arrive within the hour. Take slave sadie to studio Number One.  Inspect her for cleanliness and hairlessness. You’ll need to clean her out with an enema before getting her back in her cell. Remind her that if she speaks, she will be punished. And, if she gives you any problems, feel free to discipline her as you think necessary; however, I don’t want to see any welts on her just yet since the client will be all to anxious to do that."

 

Alex nodded, and moved toward the door of sadie’s cell. Adam and Bridget moved further up the hall, and Bridget opened another door; this room had two doors on either side of a short hall and several monitors set into either side of the wall. Bridget opened a control panel and flipped a few switches, and the monitors flickered on. Adam's eyes widened as he realized he was seeing two separate dungeons. Each appeared to be fully furnished and were separate from the prisoners cells.

 

Bridget didn't say anything, but she smiled and reached for Adam's hand. She punched a code into the pad beside one of the doors opened it, and she silently invited Adam inside the room. As the door opened, low lights automatically came on. Spotlights highlighted a bondage cross along one wall, and washed the center of the room where chains dangled from the ceiling.

 

Bridget pushed a few buttons on another key pad, and a few more lights came up. Adam's eyes took it all in.

 

Bridget turned to explain. "We need two dungeons, because our business provides options. Slave sadie is going to be used by one of our first clients this morning - your friend Michael. During his visits at the mansion, I had noticed that he seemed to be interested in sadie, so I approached him and offered her to him. We agreed that we would play Master and Mistress with her today."

 

Adam shook his head and smiled. "So, is this the first time he is coming to use sadie?"

 

"No, he has been here before. In fact, he has a standing appointment. The first on my books!" Bridget beamed. “But, this will be the first time we play ‘tag team’ with her, if you get my drift.”

 

Adam was amazed. "But what about the second dungeon? This is furnished so well!"
Bridget was so excited to tell Adam this part of her business plan!

 

"As Michael was the first real client, I brought into my plan, I shared with him that I would like to also provide Domme services. He was so helpful! He knew a few people who were interested in those services, and referred them to me."

 

Bridget could see the questions in Adam's eyes, and she rushed on to explain. "I am the Domme. I know what excites me, and I have researched the subject and found what seems to excite both dominant and submissive men and women." Bridget blushed. "I kind of feel like it comes natural. It is as if I know what to do.

 

“And, beyond that, I have that bastard Flagg to attend to. I’ve decided to transform him into a ‘sissy boy’ for the amusement of men of a certain persuasion. Alex, is handling the specifics of that idea. I’ll explain how that’s going to you when we have more time,” she said teasingly. 

 

Adam could understand why Bridget would say she had natural domination skills. This was the only lifestyle she had known. He turned to her and took her in his arms, and pulled her close to him. He could feel her enormous tits press into his chest, and hear her breath quicken. He nuzzled her neck. She smelled so good. She felt so good.

 

It amazed him how his feelings for her had developed. How could he go from wanting her only as a slave, to wanting her as his partner? His equal.

 

They stood in their embrace for several moments. Then Bridget whispered in his ear, seeming to know the words to say. "Master, my client will be arriving soon. Before he does, would you like to use me? Fuck me? Use me in anyway? I believe I will be a better Domme while wearing your marks."

 

Adam smiled and kissed Bridget deeply. His hands slid over her leather encased flesh. His grip on her tightened. "Take off your clothes, Bridget."

 

The words were a little strange to his mouth, as prior to this Bridget had so rarely worn clothes. He wouldn't have believed seeing her this way could be better, but, now he thought perhaps it was.

 

Bridget removed her leather outfit deliberately, if not slowly, until she was naked before Adam. He pushed her to a shadowed corner, where he had seen a barrel on a base with legs as part of the domination furnishings. She moved in that direction as his fingers explored the keypad, bringing up lights all over the room, and then darkened them again before finding the light he was searching for, and it bathed the corner in light. Bridget turned to him and giggled at his awkwardness.

 

Adam grinned and shook his head at her in admiration. "I think I'll need a complete guided tour of this place, and all of it’s buttons, in the very near future so I won’t be so clumsy, my love,"

 

He stopped thinking for a moment when those words escaped. They were completely unplanned. But, he knew in an instant that he meant them. He did love this woman, his slave, his property, his partner. Bridget had heard the word, too. She didn't respond overtly, but already savored that exact moment, and would do so for the rest of her life.

 

Adam walked to Bridget, and bent her over the barrel backwards. Her tits pointed upward and her head hung low. Adam walked around, straddling her face, and began to remove his belt. Bridget maintained her position, waiting to feel the belt, and to taste Adam.

 

Adam looked down at Bridget's body; her perfect figure, with her extremely large tits and perfectly proportioned hips, ass, stomach and legs. Her perfect skin. Her perfect facial features and her perfect, wavy, thick, blond, hair. Her perfect cunt.

 

He knew she loved and adored him and that was an erotic rush in itself. He reached over her length, and touched her cunt, making her shudder. Raising up, he drew his arm back, and let the belt land neatly across her left tit. He saw her hold her breath for a moment, and then landed the belt on her right tit. Over and over, Adam whipped Bridget's lovely tits, turning them a lovely pink.

 

After several moments, Adam, still positioned over her head, released his cock from his pants, and worked it into Bridget's mouth, She sucked at it greedily, and raised to swallow it deeply into her throat. Adam could feel the cum in his balls racing toward her mouth.

 

He stretched his body over Bridget's body. He reached forward between her legs and found her clit; he began to rub it furiously. He could feel her pleasure on his fingers, and hear it as she moaned around the cock in her throat. As he began to cum, he invited her, lovingly, to cum with him.

 

While Adam caught his breath, Bridget rolled onto her stomach over the barrel, and Adam began to whip her back and ass lightly. Bridget panted and moaned, and Adam's cock was quickly standing high again. He moved around to Bridget's up-turned ass and parted the cheeks. He probed her with his fingers first, then plunged his cock inside her. It was only a moment before he was ready to cum again. He reached around her and grabbed Bridget's nipples, twisting and pulling them as he told her that he loved her and wanted her to cum again at the same time he did.

 

After Adam and Bridget came the second time, he admired the marks on Bridget's tits and ass. He ran his fingers over them. Bridget wore them so proudly. He kissed her again.

 

They were interrupted by a soft musical tone echoing through the room, followed by Alex clearing his throat. "I hate to interrupt...but, your client will be here in 30 minutes, Miss Bridget."

 

Adam looked at Bridget with a smile. "I want to watch you and Michael with your sadie. That should be fun."

 

Bridget began to speak and then stopped. "You can watch from here or - Oh! Adam! The monitors are on!! Alex was probably watching us!" Then she giggled. "I hope he enjoyed the show!"

 

Adam chuckled, as her remembered the women he and Alex had shared back in the day.

 

"Alex and I will both watch from the monitors. Do we need to make that area more comfortable?”

 

Bridget laughed again. "I don’t think so, Master. There is a 'green' room at the end of the hall with a well stocked bar and several large screens. You can watch the action taking place in both dungeon rooms. You will find it quite comfortable, with leather chairs and sofas, and a large bed."

 

Adam shook his head and smiled. It seemed she thought of everything. Adam had high hopes for Bridget's new business venture. He took her in his arms once again, held her close, then watched her wiggle into her ultra sexy, leather outfit and five inch high heeled boots.

 

Adam went by himself to the ‘green’ room while Bridget welcomed Michael to the facility. Alex joined Adam and slowly adjusted the lighting in Dungeon Number 1 which held Sister sadie. They watched as Michael and Bridget entered the dungeon to find sadie naked and blindfolded, and cowering in the corner awaiting her fate.

 

“Are you afraid, of something, sadie?” Bridget said in a loud, threatening voice. Then she snapped a single tail whip close to the feet of the trembling woman. “Answer me you worthless bitch. Answer me! Are you afraid of something here?”

 

Bridget took a few steps to be face-to-face with sadie and struck her full force on her right  cheek with her open hand. Sadie’s head snapped at the sudden blow.

 

“Now tell me, bitch, do you have any reason to be afraid of something here?”

 

“Yes, Mistress, I know you hate me and that you will beat me. You will hurt me. And, I’m very afraid of you, Mistress.”

 

“Well, you should be afraid, you stupid cunt. After all the abuse you gave me you should be fearful for your worthless life. You humiliated me and used me, knowing that I couldn’t tell my dear Master that you were so ruthless. But, now I’ve got you here and it’s pay back time, boys and girls. It’s sweet revenge time.”

 

Bridget slapped sadie’s face full force once again on the other cheek for good measure.

 

“Get out of the corner, bitch. Stand tall and tell me you are so very sorry for what you did to me for over a year while you were my tutor. Confession is good for the soul, bitch. And, so is a proper whipping. Now Move!”

 

Actually, Bridget pulled the still terrified woman to the center of the dungeon and forced her to her knees.

 

“It’s confession time, whore. Confess your sins! Confess how you took advantage of me! Apologize to me for your sinful behavior. And, then penance will be extracted by my hand and at the hand of Master Michael here.”

 

Sadie sobbed uncontrollably. Her whole body shook as she began to speak. Her words were not always clear but her cries of remorse seemed genuine. Nonetheless,  Bridget swung her single tail on sadie’s taut thighs raising raw welts. She added a few more welts to sadie’s back while the groveling woman continued to pour out her confessions.  Michael was in a state of full erection as was Alex and Adam in the green room. Michael used sadie’s mouth to full advantage; the other men were on their own. 

 

Bridget forced sadie to her back with her legs spread wide. She removed her boots and leather jodhpurs, and lowered herself  over sadie’s face. “Now, bring me some satisfaction, like you made me satisfy you, you cunt licking bitch. And, be quick about it!”

 

When Bridget had had enough, she picked up her clothes and left sadie to Michael’s instincts and sexual predilections. She quickly ran to Adam in the ‘green” room and dismissed Alex, so she could find real solace and satisfaction from her main man  -  her Master.

 

“Did you enjoy the show, Master?” she asked coyly.

 

“It was a good warm up, slave, but now that I have the real thing, I’m going to be enjoying it much more,” he whispered to her.

 

“I though you might need me Sir, so I hurried back to you. And, to tell the truth, sadie still has a lot to learn about satisfying a woman, so I need you in me now myself. How does that sound, Master?”

 

The action on the monitor from Dungeon Number 1 added erotic excitement to their love making. Michael had bound the hapless sadie to the wall of the dungeon and was whipping her tits, stomach, and cunt with a strong flogger. Sadie cried loudly as she hung, limp as a rag doll, as Michael punished her and fucked her every which way but loose. 

 

Eventually, Adam was just too drained to fuck his dear Bridget any longer. At that point, she said, “Let me tell you how things are going with the despicable excuse of a man the former Father Flagg, Sir. Are you ready for the story?”

 

“I can’t wait, my sweet. Let me hear it all.”

 

“I suppose it’s a character weakness of mine, Sir, but I detest that man so much I could kill him. With that bit of self analysis in mind, I’ve turned his day-to-day training over to Alex. I did set some standards though. I want him to be trained, slowly, as a sissy boy, to serve other men and women. I don‘t want him to masturbate or fuck another women ever again in his life. He needs to suffer - really suffer.”

 

Bridget explained that months earlier, after Alex had drugged Flagg, he brought him to his assigned cell, undressed him completely, encased his cock and balls in a tight leather pouch, and waited for him to regain consciousness. He began to communicate to him only through the intercom and monitoring system. There was to be no personal contact with him for weeks.

 

From the contents of his wallet, Alex learned that, ironically, Flagg’s real first name was Peter.

 

When Flagg was fully conscious, Alex told him that when he was being addressed through the intercom, he was to immediately kneel with his back straight, and face the camera with his hands upraised on his thighs. Whenever he heard the outer doors to the cell block open, he was to go to the far left side of his cell and place his head into the corner while at the same time reaching behind him and pulling his ass cheeks wide apart. Failure to obey orders would result in punishment and severe dietary restrictions.

 

The cell did not have a bed or blankets. Flagg would sleep on the cold concrete, at least at first. To relieve his normal bodily functions, he was to use the single hole in the far right corner of the cell. To get in shape again, he was to run in place, do sit ups, and push ups as well as pull ups from the sturdy metal bar bolted high on the wall of the cell. Flagg would have his diet adjusted to his efforts at strenuous exercise. He would receive a shower, of sorts, from a hose that Alex would poke through the bars of the cell whenever Alex got around to it. Alex would pay special attention to Flagg’s ass as he wanted it to be perfectly clean.

 

Flagg was to learn the hard way to be compliant. His initial intransigence led to a diet of cold oatmeal and an orange for two straight days.  He was a fast learner, but he still had a defiant streak which Alex was determined to break.

 

Flagg’s attempts to free his cock and balls from the leather pouch were thwarted by the ingenious locking mechanism Alex had devised. In due course, Alex had begun to insert significant doses of a drug cocktail, popular in prisons, in Flagg’s meals which all but eliminated his ability to get even a slight erection. It wasn’t long before Flagg began to wonder about his masculinity, which of course, was Bridget’s main objective.

 

Alex could hear Flagg muttering to himself  that he wasn’t the man he used to be and that his “equipment” must have been damaged when he was locked up because he never had trouble getting a ‘woody’ before that.

 

Now it was time to prepare Flagg for the services he would perform for Bridget’s special clients - both male and female. He had often bragged that his only sexual organs were his cock and his mind; that was going to change.

 

Alex had purchased a series of hard metal ass plugs of increasing dimensions. While Flagg  was in his corner holding his ass cheeks open, Alex began Flagg’s ass training by inserting the smallest size butt plug in him for at least three hours a day. By the end of the first six weeks of captivity, Flagg was able to endure the largest plug without a struggle.

 

The pressure from the largest plug in his ass did stimulate his prostate but, still Flagg could not get an erection. The cocktail worked well and Flagg was fit to be tied. And being tied, in various painful, and humiliating, bondage positions, was now part of Flagg’s daily regime.  Alex soon added cock sucking training to Flagg’s daily torment as well. The faux cock Alex designed was full of water, and sucking on it was the only liquid Peter Flagg was going to get, at least until the real thing came along.

 

It wasn’t long before Alex had Flagg trained to bring him the instruments of his own torment. He was often ordered to fetch a flogger and bring it to Alex in his mouth and to ask Alex to whip him with the instrument to atone for his various sins. At the end of each ordeal, Alex had Flagg offer his ass for Alex use, but, of course due to his injuries, Alex was unable to get an erection himself which added to his own frustration. - a frustration he usually relieved by added tortures on the poor Flagg.

 

From time-to-time Flagg himself would get frustrated to the point where he would show some of his natural defiance. Alex was quick to literally whip that emotion from Flagg. He often had welts to prove that he continued to need the training he needed to eventually develop into the service boy Bridget intended for him to become.

 

To add to Flagg’s discomfort, Alex frequently showed some of the most raunchy videos on Flagg’s monitor. After screening many girl-on-girl vids, Alex turned to boy-on girl vids including harsh bdsm material. But, the final stroke was when he started to show guy-on-guy material which was a sure sign to Flagg that that was where Flagg himself was headed.

 

Bridget continued to tend to sadie, every day. She coaxed confessions from the poor woman with the whip and stressful bondage at every turn. It became clear to Bridget, that sadie had largely been brutal to her as a result of the urgings of Flagg. While sadie had naturally dominant instincts, of course, Flagg had urged her to increase the levels and types of painful and humiliating experience on her star pupil, Bridget.

 

Bridget decided it was time to set the record straight.

 

In time, and with Alex’s assistance, Bridget arranged for sadie to visit Flagg in Dungeon Number 2 and give him a taste of his own medicine. Sadie was instructed to tell Flagg that she resented what he had make her do to Bridget for all those many months, and that since she had been captured, she had paid a terrible price for her intolerable behavior to Bridget. Now, it was her turn to have him pay the price for what he had made her do to her best student.

 

Alex had suspended Flagg upside down from the ceiling of the dungeon. His arms were tied together at the elbow but were pulled away from his body. Sadie was informed that if she did not punish Flagg sufficiently, that Bridget herself would finish the job and that others would torture her, mercilessly for her poor performance, every day for a week.

 

Sadie didn’t need much persuasion to do the job. Flagg screamed the screams of the damned and sadie’s whip aimed specifically at his encased genitals and ass. In less than a half hour, Flagg hung unconscious in his bonds, full of  painful, nerve wracking, welts. Sadie loosed the chains holding Flagg and let him fall to the floor.

 

When he awakened, sadie said, “ On your knees asshole, I’m going to make a sissy boy out of you right here.” She strapped on the large dildo Bridget left for her, and raped Flagg’s ass hard. He cried like the sissy baby he was being trained to be.

 

While Alex had to convince himself, against his better judgment, to administer appropriate aid to Flagg, he did want Flagg to be ready for his first male customer within the month.

 

The End of Chapter # 2, and the end of the story.

 

Note # 1:  I have enjoyed the collaborative effort that went into this chapter and give credit to “Alli” for her able assistance. We both feel it is time to move on to other projects even while recognizing that this story has dozens of rabbit trails which we could have explored - perhaps we will get back to it at a later date. We seek comments and suggestions from our readers at  biggreek100@aol.com.  LC  

 

Note #2: The authors claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.  LC