Drug Test · Part 2

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She pulled at the unyielding steel bars with her hands, with the leather bracelets locked around her wrists.

There was no escape from the cell. Not for the woman in the video, and certainly not for her either!

Forlornly she turned from the cell door, and still naked, walked to the bed, her ankle chains rustling to remind her of the captivity that she was now subject to.

There was a cot with a thin mattress that was hanging from the stone wall, and a couple of paperbacks had been left for her to pass the time.

Gail sat naked on the cot, acutely conscious that she wasn’t going anywhere until she would be let out of the cell.

Opening one, Gail wasn’t surprised to discover that it was a bondage novel of some kind. The back cover said the story was about a woman who had been kidnapped and then trained as a sex slave.

Since she wasn’t going anywhere, and she was an avid reader when not at work, Gail settled down in the cell to read the books provided to pass the time.

Dinner was an awkward affair, resembling that of “Rocky Horror.” Gail had been conducted by Yvonne (who was now stunning, dressed in a Black Latex Maid’s uniform) to the dining room, where she was chained to her seat. The table was elegantly set, matching that of any prestigious restaurant, with fine china and white linens. Two silver candlesticks completed the service.

Eric soon joined her, wearing a fine Brioni suit and matching and probably very expensive Italian loafers.

Gail was naked, of course.

“Did you enjoy your sojourn in the jail cell?” Eric asked as Yvonne poured the wine and served the salad.

“Yes,” Gail answered her captor, “thank you for giving me something to read.”

“You’re quite welcome, my dear. Did you like the Playroom as well?”

“I thought that Dungeon might be a better word to describe it,” Gail answered, “I take it I’m not the first naked girl to enjoy your hospitality.”

“No, my dear you are not,” Eric stated, authority in his voice.

Dinner was an excellent veal marsala; complete with wine. Eric was a gracious host, and their conversation was about politics; economics; and computer shop talk. The fact that Gail was naked and chained simply didn’t enter into the conversation. Gail wondered if all of Eric’s female guests were similarly attired for dinner.

Once dessert had been served, Gail was conducted back to her cell to wait for the next act of her punishment.

She knew that whatever lay ahead was not going to be as pleasant as Dinner had been, however strange. Once back inside her cell, Gail again tested the bars of her cell and found them to be as implacable as before. Naked and hobbled, she awaited her fate, glancing at the instruments on the wall, silently wishing that they would somehow vanish. But they never did.

With no clock in the playroom, and she had not worn a watch (which would probably have been taken away) Gail had no way to measure the passage of time. Had there been a window she could have watched the sun’s passage across the sky; but down in the cell she had no way to gauge the passage of time.

Since she was locked in the cell, Eric and Yvonne would have to come to her; nor would there be any great distance to walk to her punishment.

Gail pulled at the leather cuff on her wrists; and tested her collar as well. All were locked firmly on her; and there would be no exiting the cell until her punishment was to occur.

She was at least wearing her own heels – according to the books she had been reading they could have locked higher and much more uncomfortable shoes on her.

Gail was startled when she heard the door open. Yvonne entered, clicking her heels on the stone floor. She was still dressed in her black rubber Maid’s outfit. Eric followed closely behind her; and instead of changing into something else he was still wearing his Brioni suit – which made him even more menacing.

“Good evening, my dear. How are you?” Eric asked.

“Fine, sir,” Gail answered as she got to her feet.

“Excellent. I trust that you have had a good time down here?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then you’ll be ready for your next trial. You’ve already endured some mild bondage; nakedness; and being confined in a cell. Have you enjoyed these experiences?”

“They’ve been interesting, sir.”

“Why are you calling me sir? I haven’t told you to address me in any special way.”

“The books you had me read say that address is something important – and I’m afraid that if I address you wrong, I’ll be punished even more.”

“You see, Yvonne, I told you that Gail is one of my most intelligent employees.”

“Yes, sir, if you say so.” Yvonne answered.

“Do you know what is going to happen to you now?” Eric asked.

“I suppose that you’re going to flog me,” said Gail.

“Yes, that’s quite correct, my dear. That will be your punishment for using drugs.”

“But I didn’t use drugs,” she protested from within her cell.

“But science doesn’t lie,” Eric replied, “you saw the test yourself.”

Gail remained silent, the cell suddenly seeming a refuge for the moment, considering what would happen to her should she leave it’s relative safety.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asked, “aren’t you going to plead not to be flogged?”

“I don’t think that it would make much difference,” Gail replied calmly.

“No it wouldn’t,” Eric commented, “Yvonne, you can hang Gail from the ceiling now. She’s ready for her punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

Yvonne opened the cell door, grabbed onto Gail’s right hand, and twisted her right arm behind her back. She then marched the naked captive to the center of the playroom, from which hung a bar attached to a ceiling chain. She then locked Gail’s wrists to the bar, rendering her helpless. Next the ankle chain was removed, and a similar bar was locked onto her ankles.

“No, no! Please! I don’t want to be flogged!” Gail cried, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Yvonne then walked over to the wall, and activating a switch, Gail was slowly pulled taut as the chain’s slack was taken up by a silent motor. Then she was raised ever so slightly so that she had to strain for her feet to touch the floor.

“Please, no!” Gail begged.

“You’ve got to be punished,” Eric said, coldly with menace in his voice.

“No, please, I beg you, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t flog me.”

“I’ve got some money – I’ll pay you not to flog me,” Gail suggested.

“My dear, at last count, I am worth millions of dollars. I could buy and sell you many times over.”

“Please don’t flog me, please!” Gail pleaded.

“But my dear, what I want most is to flog you right now.”

“There are better things to do with girls,” Gail cried.

“Like sex?” Eric asked.

“Yes!” Gail cried. “Fuck me all you want, just don’t flog me, please!”

“Tsk, tsk. Such a vulgar term, don’t you agree, Yvonne?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I can tell you that once you’ve been properly flogged, or better yet, flogged on a regular basis, you’ll feel more female than you’ve ever been.”

“Girls don’t get flogged,” Gail said in response.

“Well, this girl is going to be,” Eric answered, “Yvonne, could you get me the leather flogger? You know the one I want.”

“Yes, sir.”

Like the actors in a weird play, Gail watched in horror as Yvonne removed a flogger from the wall, and handed it to Eric, who took his place in front of her.

“Kiss the handle, and thank me for your punishment,” commanded Eric.

Unbelievably, Gail soon found herself doing what she had been ordered to. Naked and hanging from the ceiling; her exposed body taut in the shape of a X; Gail had run out of any options.

“Thank…Thank you for punishing me, sir,” she said.

“There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked.

“No…no, sir,” Gail replied.

Eric stepped back, and he drew his arm back. The many strands of the flogger flew through the air with a swishing sound, and next in what seemed like slow motion his arm flew towards Gail; the strands reaching out towards her like an angry Hydra.

Gail screamed as the strands struck her naked body. She had been expecting a devastating blow, but instead her first stroke felt more like a mild sting.

“Not what you were expecting?” Eric asked.

“I thought you’d kill me,” Gail replied.

“Hardly, my dear, I can’t punish you too strongly in the first few minutes when we have an entire night to enjoy. Now I’m going to flog you, slowly at first, with gentle strokes, that will become harsher as I go along. Once the night is over, if I’ve done this right, you’ll forever associate pain with pleasure. And then you’ll be back, begging me for more.”

“I doubt that very strongly, sir,” Gail replied.

“Right now, you’re in no position to refuse,” said Eric.

True to his word, Eric began to flog her. At first the many stands barely touched her naked flesh, playing against her breasts; underarms; bottom; and the outsides of her thighs. Each time she felt a stroke coming, Gail tensed within her bonds, her muscles straining against the leather prison.

But there was little, if any pain! Gail could have screamed her lungs out, but there was no purpose in doing so. Her naked flesh was gradually being warmed and reddened by the flogger; but instead of pain there was something between pleasure and pain! So she didn’t know how to respond!

Gail began to moan with each stoke, the sensations washing over her. With her heart thumping in her chest, beads of sweat trickled down her body as the flogger struck her flesh – and two harsh impacts to her breasts did not even elicit a scream from her.

Suddenly her flogging stopped, and Gail was startled when the leather ceased striking her body.

“What?” Gail cried.

“You were enjoying it, weren’t you?” Eric accused her.

“No, no!” Gail cried when she came back to her senses.

Eric reached forward with his free hand and inserted his for and middle finger into her pussy, which was wet with her secretions. He removed his fingers, and held them up in front of Gail’s face.

“The mouth may protest, but the body doesn’t lie,” Eric stated, “now clean yourself off my fingers.”

“Yes…yes, sir,” Gail answered meekly.

Gail took his fingers into her mouth, and tasted what her sexual excitement was like. Could she really be enjoying what was happening to her?

“Yvonne, give our captive some water. After a short rest, we shall continue.”

Yvonne produced a plastic water bottle and offered the straw to Gail. She sipped at the water slowly, her mouth dry with fear. Just what had Eric awakened in her – and was his prediction right that she would want to be flogged again?

“Better now?” asked Yvonne.

“Thank you,” Gail replied.

“You’re doing fine, darling. You’ll come to love the lash!”

Eric and Yvonne went off to talk together, out of Gail’s hearing. No doubt they were discussing how she was taking her flogging.

Resting within her bonds, Gail was suddenly afraid. Not that Eric would actually hurt her, but instead that she might come to enjoy being flogged! She tensed within her chains, wanting him to start again – and scared at the same time what sensations he would awaken within her next!

“The riding crop, Yvonne,” Eric ordered.

Yvonne handed him the crop, and he flexed it between his hands to show it’s stiffness.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked Gail.

“A riding crop, sir.”

“What is it used on?”

“Horses, sir.”

“I prefer to use it on naked girls, much more satisfying. Kiss the handle, please.”

“Yes, sir,” Gail answered.

When the crop struck her naked flesh, Gail discovered that the crop had two uses. At the tip was a small leather loop which stung, depending on the force of the impact. But when she was struck with the body of the crop, that produced the blaze of agony that she had been expecting before.

Skilled with the crop, Eric now landed the occasional stroke between her legs, onto the sensitive flesh between her legs. Gail had thought that by now she would be screaming in agony. Instead, she wanted Eric to continue!

Feeling both pain and pleasure at the same time, moaning with each stroke of the crop, Gail was sure that she would soon embarrass herself by having an orgasm. But just as she was about to come, her cropping stopped…leaving her right on the edge.

“Please! Don’t stop!”

“Before you begged me not to punish you, now you want to be cropped?”

“Yes, sir. Please continue,” Gail cried, amazed that she was now asking to be punished.

His fingertips ever so gently began to touch and fondle her skin, beginning with her breasts, making her moan with need.

“I think she’s ready, Yvonne,” said Eric.

“Yes, sir.”

Yvonne activated the motor, and Gail suddenly found herself standing back on her own two feet. She sagged in her chains, and Yvonne released her from her bondage, and then helped her through a doorway. Adjoining the playroom was a bedroom that looked like it could come out of the pages of a magazine, and Yvonne helped Gail onto the bed.

“How do you feel?” Yvonne asked.

“Horny.”

There must have been another room nearby, since at that moment Eric entered the bedroom. He was no longer wearing his suit, but was instead dressed in black dressing gown. Opening it, he let it drop to the floor, revealing that he was nude and his cock was sporting a massive erection.

Gail lay back upon the bedcovers, making no effort to turn them back. Instead she opened her legs.

“Fuck me, please!” Gail asked.

Eric stood on knees over her, then gradually lowered himself on top of her. His rock hard shaft positioned itself at the entrance to her sex; then was suddenly plunged inside her.

“Oooooooh! Gail cried when she was impaled by his cock.

Moving his hips he pistoned his shaft inside her, and Gail, after recovering from the initial shock, was soon matching her hips to his. She just didn’t lay there during sex, but was an active participant.

“Aaaaaaaah!” moaned Eric.

Sweat from their naked bodies mingled, and the unmistakable smell of sex permeated the room. Yvonne had quietly departed, but Gail knew that she was probably somewhere close at hand should Eric need her.

Right now, though all that Gail could think of was the shaft inside her, and she wanted an orgasm – badly!

“Fuck me!” she cried as she folded her legs behind Eric’s body, driving his cock deeper inside her.

Finally, she came just as she did, the warm jet of his come coursing through her sex. One orgasm after another shot through her, leaving her panting and sweaty.

Once her heart had stopped pounding, she looked at awe at Eric, her boss.

“Sir, may I call you Master?”

“Not yet, my dear. Perhaps after a few months. You have to be flogged and whipped on a regular basis before you can call me Master.”

“Yes, Sir.”

After a brief rest, they did it again, this time doggie style. With his hands on her hips Gail knelt on the bed, his shaft driving into her from behind. Never fucked before like this, it was a new and welcome sensation, easily worth the pain of the flogging and cropping that she had endured.

When it was all over, they lay together, her body clutched tightly to his. Gail was well and truly exhausted, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning Yvonne awakened her, and took her upstairs, where she had drawn a luxuriant bath, complete with scented water. Yvonne scrubbed the sweat and sex from her naked body; and finally let Gail soak in the tub for a while.

Afterwards, she was given a rubdown that eased all the tensions from her body. Given a gown, Yvonne led her to the Dining Room, where Eric was sipping a cup of coffee.

Gail went to loosen the belt on her gown.

“There’s no need to be naked,” he told her, “sit.”

“Thank you, sir,” Gail answered.

“Did you enjoy your evening?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much. I completely enjoyed my punishment.”

“I think that your sentence has been commuted for now,” he told her, “Yvonne has cooked a wonderful breakfast for us, and then you’ll be driven home.”

“Thank you,” Gail replied.

“And next time, I’ll be using the whip,” he said.

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” she answered.

Sunday night, back in own apartment, Gail opened her legs and pushed the vibrator into her sex. The events of Saturday night were to be remembered and cherished, and she could not wait to pleasure herself again with a raging orgasm.

Gail smiled to herself. Just a week ago she had glanced on Eric’s desk and seen the brochures for the drug tester. But she didn’t know for sure what he was up to until a “client” had treated them to poppy seed bagels and cake. Gail remembered a TV show that she had seen where eating poppy seeds had produced a positive test for drugs.

So when Eric had called her into his office she knew what scene he wanted to play. Previously, they had done nothing more than spanking and some mild bondage.

But now the “seriousness” of drug use had actually sentenced her to punishment in the Playroom; and some severe bondage as well. Not to mention a couple of mind-blowing orgasms.

Next time, she would look forward to the whip. The only question was, how strongly should she protest?

And she really did enjoy being naked and wearing nothing but a collar and bracelets. Perhaps she would get a pair to wear inside her apartment, and use when watching Bondage DVDs; or even seated at her PC.

But that was for another day and time, as she pushed the vibrator inside her.

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