BDSM Boot Camp · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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His booming baritone voice once again echoed through the hangar. “This was more than a test,” he said. “This was a sorting.”
He paused as his gaze traveled across the sluts. He seemed to pause at the few who were still moaning or whimpering. Then he continued, “We have been observing you for the past few days.” He chuckled as he added, “You may not have seen us, but we saw you. There are cameras concealed throughout the Box M camp. We have noted how you handled the processing in. We have noted how you responded to your trustee’s orders. We watched as you did your exercises.”
He held up a clipboard, which he had been holding in his left hand. “And we sorted you from most submissive to most dominant.”
He smiled as he flipped through several pages on the clipboard. “It is surprising how closely our evaluation corresponds to the numbers now on your breasts.” There was another chuckle as he said, “In fact, my evaluation corresponds exactly to those numbers.”
Turning to face the other Masters and Mistresses, he added, “… which means I won our little wager, Mistress Susann.” The look on her face made it very clear that money had not been the terms of the wager.
Returning to face the sluts, he said quickly, “But that is not our concern at the moment. Our concern at the moment is that there are some punishments to be meted out.”
He made a flicking motion with his hand, and Mistress Susann stepped forward. Her tone was loud and firm, but still carried that sickly sweet way of talking that characterized her speech. “You may have noticed that we used four different colors for your numbers. The colors are more important than the numbers themselves.”
Almost all of the sluts looked rapidly around and then down at their own breast to see what colors had been used, and more importantly, what color they were displaying.
“Those of you with green numbers,” Mistress Susann paused and smiled as ten sluts looked back at her anxiously, “… will not be punished.
“Those of you with black numbers,” began Mistress Tawnya, “are eligible to submit yourselves for consideration to the Masters and Mistress training track. If sluts david and gerard did not so obviously belong in that grouping, we would have had to use… other means to do our final sort for the male sluts.”
She paused and smiled at the remaining ten sluts, some of whom were looking at her in fear. Others of the ten were looking at her in anticipation, like a small child expecting a cookie. The smile vanished, and Mistress Tawnya said curtly, “The blues will be punished first.”
Turning slightly to the side, she ordered, “Trustees, bring the blues to the front.”
While trustees brenda and yvonne hurried to release the restraints on the five sluts with blue numbers, several workers quickly carried five spanking benches to the area directly in front of the platform.
“In case you don’t yet know how this works,” Mistress Tawnya said sarcastically, “you kneel on the lower pad and put your body over the upper pad. Once we have you strapped firmly in place, you will each receive ten with a leather paddle.”
The five sluts, numbered 6 through 10, walked forward on shaky legs and stood before the spanking benches. Trustee brenda, who had been walking alongside them, said quietly, “Kneel,” and all five knelt on the lower pad of the bench in front of them. Trustees brenda and yvonne then firmly strapped each of their legs to the pads and pulled a larger strap over their backs to hold them firmly to the upper pad.
“Don’t make us have to secure your hands,” trustee brenda warned. “You won’t like what else that means.”
She then stepped back slightly and barked out, “Hands in display position.”
The five sluts brought their hands behind their heads as ordered. Since the upper pad ended just below their breasts, the action of putting their hands behind their heads pulled their tits forward, causing them to display quite nicely.
One slut seemed to be having trouble getting her hands into the proper position.
“Perhaps trustee brenda,” Mistress Susann said, slipping now into full sweet, syrupy voice mode, “should have explained that if you can’t keep your hands behind your head so that your breasts display properly, we will have to attach weighted butterfly clamps to your nipples to hold your breasts in place while your hands are strapped to the front beam of the bench.”
The slut suddenly seemed to find the strength to get her hands into proper position.
“Bring the blacks forward,” Mistress Tawnya ordered.
Trustees brenda and yvonne hustled to release sluts molly, vivian, tracy, powers, and marcie. When the five sluts with the highest numbers came forward, Masters Xerxes and Edward stepped forward to hand them black leather paddles.
The paddles were slightly larger than the one which trustee brenda kept constantly tied around her waist.
“Ten strokes,” Master Xerxes said. “At your own pace and intensity,” he added.
“Sluts will count each stroke,” Mistress Tawnya called out. “Since you are counting for a fellow slut, the number alone will be the proper form.”
“Begin,” said Master Xerxes.
Slut molly was the first to swing her paddle. She was swinging so rapidly that slut number 7 had difficulty keeping up with the count. It was also obvious that she was putting as much power into each swing as she could. The other four black-numbered sluts waited for her to finish.
There had been no instructions as to how the sluts were to proceed, but since slut molly was number 21, it appeared obvious to slut vivian that she should go next. Again, the others waited for her to finish.
Slut vivian swung her paddle at a much slower pace. The loud smack of leather on ass rang through the hangar regularly about every three seconds until slut number six shouted out, “Ten!”
Slut tracy’s technique was almost identical to slut vivian’s except that she had much more power in her strokes. Slut nine, the object of her swings, was bawling loudly by the sixth swat and could barely choke out the number by the time it got to ten.
Slut powers walked up to the slut strapped in the bench before her and lightly stroked her ass cheeks. “I’m going to enjoy turning these sweet cheeks bright red,” she said softly. “Whether you enjoy it is up to you.”
With that, she stepped back and delivered the first blow, which landed directly across the middle of the ass. She then worked the paddle up and down so that by the time the tenth swat had been delivered, the poor slut’s ass was indeed bright red from the point where her ass cheeks merged into her back all the way down to where they merged into her thighs, and just a little bit beyond. The tenth, and final, swat had been delivered right at that junction between the ass cheek and the thigh. The slut gave a loud scream which somehow morphed into the word ten and then into sobs.
Slut marcie also walked up to the slut she was supposed to punish. She leaned in closely and said something that only she and the other slut could hear. “Are you a painslut?” she asked. The slut strapped to the bench nodded her head yes, and slut marcie stepped back into position.
The first swat, like slut powers, was also dead center on the ass. It, however, somehow didn’t have the same loud pop as had slut powers. Slut powers looked over at slut marcie and smiled. It was the smile of someone who knew that they had done better.
The second swat was also dead center, but it was just slightly stronger and the pop was slightly louder. The third swat remained at dead center and again was stronger and louder. So too, was the fourth… and the fifth… and the sixth… and the seventh.
The eighth swat was at least as strong as had been any of slut powers’, but the slut receiving the blow did not scream. In fact, she groaned out “Eight” in a very breathy voice.
The slut was panting as she called out “Nine!”
Slut marcie then stopped. The first nine blows had been delivered almost exactly four seconds apart, but for some reason, she was waiting with the final blow. She watched the quivering ass of the slut on the bench and listened to her almost frantic breathing. Then, pulling her arm back well past her shoulder and putting her full body weight into the swing, slut marcie delivered the tenth swat.
The cry of the slut receiving that final stroke echoed throughout the hangar, but it wasn’t a scream of pain; it was a cry of passion. She was orgasming. As her voice and breath began to return to normal, she began almost chanting, “Ten, ten, ten, ten… thank you, slut marcie… thank you, slut marcie.”
When the slut’s voice finally faded out, the voice of Master Xerxes replaced it. “That was supposed to be punishment,” he said. He was trying to sound firm, but it was difficult to look stern with such a smile on his face.
“Release the sluts from the benches,” said Master Edward, “and bring the red sluts forward.”
Trustees brenda and yvonne quickly released the five sluts from their restraints and then hurried back up onto the platform to release the next five. Master Xerxes signaled for the black-numbered sluts to stand to one side. The blue sluts were sent to the other side. Meanwhile, several workmen hurried to carry off the five spanking benches and replaced them with five sets of restraint frames.
The restraint frames looked very much like large doorways. There were two poles which were mounted on a small platform with stabilizing braces extending out like an X on the ground. A support brace went from the side of each pole out to one of the ground supports. Across the top of the two poles, a beam of the same size held them steady. An ankle restraint was attached to a very short chain at the bottom of each pole. A wrist restraint was attached to a cable which went through a pulley mechanism near the top of the pole. On the outside of each pole was a small winch mechanism.
Slut jj and three of the other red-numbered sluts nearly skipped up to their restraint frames. Slut julia held back slightly and had to be guided into place. It was very obvious to everyone that four of them were painsluts and were actually looking forward to whatever it was that would happen.
After all five were securely restrained, the workmen reappeared with a small cart carrying the instruments of punishment.
“I said it was a trap,” slut marcie said quietly to herself as she saw what was on the carts.
Slut jj couldn’t see the cart behind her, so she was unaware of what the punishment would be until she felt the cold metal surround her waist. The lock on the metal band closed with a loud click. Then trustee yvonne reached between slut jj’s legs and pulled the lower band into place.
It also locked into place with a loud click, but that click was not heard over slut jj’s groaning scream of “Nooooooooooooo!” as she realized that she was being locked into a chastity device.
Her cries of “No! No! No! No! No!” slowly dissolved into tears as a matching metal denial brassière was locked over her breasts.
“As slut marcie and slut juney so aptly demonstrated a few moments ago,” Master Xerxes began to explain, “what is punishment for one is pleasure for another.”
Looking out at the five crying sluts, he said, “You five are very obviously submissive. It would not surprise me if you requested enslavement at the end of your boot camp. Four of you are just as obviously painsluts.” He smiled directly at slut julia and continued, “And one of you is just as obviously an insatiable slut.”
Looking around at the rest of the sluts, he continued, “To properly punish a painslut, you must either drive them past their tolerance for pain— which is a very dangerous thing to do— or you merely totally deny them any erotic or erotic pain sensation whatsoever.” He chuckled and added, “That also works very well for insatiable sluts.”
Turning back to the five in restraints, he said, “I think three weeks in total denial will properly punish each of these painsluts.”
His deep chuckle caused them look at him in fear. Then he said, “But I think a little more immediate punishment would be in order.”
Master Edward once again stepped forward and addressed the ten sluts still remaining on the machines. “Mistress Tawnya,” he began, “promised you that you would not be punished.”
He paused as all ten sluts gave him their absolute attention. “I don’t think this will be punishment for you, but it will help to make the punishment of the red sluts more severe.”
He made a motion with his hands, and the workmen hustled to turn the restraint frames so that the five sluts in restraint faced the ten on the machines.
“The Sybians will once again be turned on,” he explained. “This time, the vibration and rotation will be brought up very slowly so that you can fully enjoy the sensations. Once you have orgasmed, your machine will be switched off, and the trustees will release you— unless, of course, you want to remain in place. When all the machines are empty, the red-sluts will be released, but they will remain in the denial belts until the end of this segment.”
Several soft cries of “Noooooo” could be heard from the restrained sluts.
The soft hum of the machines again began to fill the hangar. As the machines slowly grew louder, so too did the cries of the five sluts in restraints. If you were not witnessing the event, you would think that they were being unbelievably tortured, which— at least for slut jj— was exactly the case. She was watching ten sluts slowly, deliciously being taken to an involuntary orgasm while she was held totally restrained and totally encased.
By the time the tenth green slut had climaxed, all five of the restrained sluts were sobbing heavily. After the green slut had been released, trustees brenda and yvonne began releasing the red sluts. “Remain in place,” they ordered each slut. “And remain in the Display position.”
When all five had been released, Master Edward called out, “Box in, four by seven, as you were when you started.”
The twenty-five sluts hurried into position. Sluts gerard and david, who had been standing to one side observing the afternoon’s events, also took their places.
“I believe that you were in Display position when you first formed in front of the platform,” Master Edward said dryly.
Any of the sluts who were not in proper position immediately came to attention with their hands clasped firmly behind their heads.
“Double time to the barracks and into the showers,” ordered trustee brenda.
“That includes those of you in denial belts,” added trustee yvonne. “The metal is stainless steel. It won’t rust.”
As the formation trotted back towards the barracks, slut jj said to slut marcie, “OK. You were right. It was a trap.” She gave a deep sigh and added, “How was I to know that they would punish me by not punishing me?”
“I saw you wailing in despair as you watched those other girls go to orgasm,” replied slut marcie. “I would say they did punish you.”
Slut jj turned her upper body slightly so she could grin at her friend before saying, “At least I don’t have to worry about trustee brenda drugging me and trying to do something overnight.”
Because they were in the back row of the formation, sluts marcie and jj were the last to go through the shower maze, and the last to get over to the mess hall. All of the other sluts were already sucking greedily at their suppers so slut marcie said, “I guess you will have to switch water bottles with me.”
“Doesn’t matter,” replied slut jj. “Even if trustee brenda spiked it, she can’t get to me. I was barely able to pull it far enough away from me to let the water out in the shower. Most of it had to drip out of the little pee-hole on the bottom. There’s a plug in back that looks like it unscrews with a special wrench, but I can’t see her going to all that trouble just to get to my asshole.
“Still, tell me if it tastes wrong or if you start feeling like you’ve been drugged,” slut marcie cautioned.
BDSM Boot Camp · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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