The Training of Scarlet Worthy (16 page)

“This will mute your voice while I play, just for a while, and these blinders will help you concentrate on how your body reacts to my touch.”

She clipped the bit to one side of the harness. It was a four inch tube of hard leather about the size of a cigar. I was helpless. She pulled the bit against my lips until I was forced to accept it. I closed my teeth and bit into the leather. She clipped the other side. She snapped on the blinders and I was now bound in darkness and unable to speak.

“You
will
drool Scarlet. You can’t stop it. That’s okay. You can clean it up when I’m finished with you. You might want to lean forward a bit or you’ll dribble all over yourself. Can you hear me?”

I started to speak, but my words were muffled and distorted. “Yeth Ma Laby, I canth ear ooo.” I was embarrassed at the sounds of my drooling and sputtering.

She laughed at my struggle and humiliation, and playfully patted me on the head. “That’s a good pony girl Scarlet, hold still while I check the pony’s legs.”

I could hear her pull the chair closer. At first it was an imperceptible touch, so lightly applied that I wasn’t sure it really happened. Then more pressure. She was touching my legs with only her fingertips. I bucked under the titillation. My body betrayed me. For the next ten minutes her delicate fingers roamed over the backs of my thighs and calf’s. I had given up my gyrations. I hung in the pillory and moaned like a harlot. Her touch was marvelous.

She stood inches in front of me. I could hear her panting. She was as hot as I was. She reached around and continued the ministrations on my back. I began to buck and squeal, arching my body forward in hopes that I could touch her.

“Ooo, My Laby, ith meels underul, pleth donth stop….” I was delirious.

Her touch was applied with such tenderness and skill. How erotic it was to be the one to receive such love. I felt like
I
was the queen, and
I
was being administered a queens anointment.

I shook my head. I regained my senses. I knew better. I was a slave and at this moment a pleasure toy for my Mistress. But even knowing that humiliation, I wished she would never stop. The lust in my body won the battle over any reluctance to give myself totally to her.

She stopped suddenly. The room was silent. I felt her fingers working the side of my harness. The bit fell out of my mouth and the blinders were removed. Before my eyes could adjust to the light, she kissed me, and I kissed her back like a ravenous beast.

“Did you like that Scarlet? Did you like my touching?” She was smiling.

I coughed. I cleared my throat and my mind. Then I laughed. What an odd thing to do. What an odd question – of course I liked it. I loved it.

We made eye contact and we both laughed at the absurdity of the question. All of my thrusting and moaning was more than enough evidence that I like her fingers on me.

She put the bit and blinders back in the case. She placed her palms on my cheeks and whispered.

“You okay Scarlet?”

“Yes My Lady, I’m very okay.” I giggled.

“I’m very okay too. It is a joy to touch your beautiful skin my little one. Do you know how special you feel?”

“No Mistress, no one has ever touched me before. It’s such a wonder….”

She placed a finger on my lips to silence me.

“I know that you have been denied the sexuality that is yours Scarlet. I have found that this is the fastest way for you to catch up, to grow up as a woman and to further explore. I will help you explore.” She gently kissed me. “We will explore together.” She smiled and kissed me again and winked.

I supposed that she was finished with me. I was relaxed, she was through playing and now she would release me. I was wrong.

“You have no possessions Scarlet, too bad.” She pulled her chair up to the front of me. She ran her fingers through my pubic hair. “You’re still a bit damp from your earlier climax.” She pulled on my red mass of tangled hair. “I will need this as a token of my ownership of you. It’s part of your initiation, and when I’m finished ….. Well, you’ll see when I’m finished.”

Once more she reached into her bag of tricks, and she withdrew a set of battery powered shears. She placed a silver bowl between my legs. “Stand still, I’m going to shear your sweet red pelt and keep if for a trophy.” She giggle.

I heard the hum of the clippers. I looked down and she began her diabolical work. She ran the clippers from top to bottom. My hair feel into the bowl. In a minute she was finished. I had watched the whole procedure in my prison of mirrors. She placed the shaver in the bag and touched my pubic mound.

“Close enough for today my pet, they will clean you up in the spa tomorrow morning.”

I looked in the mirror. I was hairless. My pussy was bare. I could see my pouting lips as I had never seen them. I felt so vulnerable and exposed. I pulled my knees together to try and hide my bald humiliation. It didn’t work.

My lady dragged her fingers where she had shaved me. She stopped, clearly satisfied with her work, and placed my crimson bowl of tribute to the side. She pulled the simple chair to the rear, directly behind me.

Suddenly the floor opened and a one inch thick white leather bar rose and braced against my front just below my navel. It rose out of the floor supported on each side by two vertical bars. At the same time my neck harness was lowered until I was standing almost on tip toes, my bottom raised and ready for inspection. I was mortified by my image in the mirror. I saw my face, my breasts dangling down and my ass arched high in the air.

Lady Julia stepped in front of me. “I was going to gag you slave, but first I must ask a few questions. Be your usual honest self. I’ll know if you’re fibbing.” She giggled at the word.

She reached under my shoulders were I was hanging. I was so very exposed. My eyes were even with her belly. I could smell the sweet leather of her bustier.

My nipples lit up at her touch.
Oh no!
I thought.
If she plays with my nipples I’ll come again, and she’ll know that she now owns a closet slut – I’ll be outed for my wicked pussy that is trembling between my legs.
I shut my eyes in a vain attempt to escape my secret.

She slowly rolled my nipples between her thumb and forefingers. I started to pant like a thirsty dog. She pulled and stretched them. I groaned. I growled for more. Her fingers became more aggressive and soon her hands held my breasts in each of her warm hands. She was milking me. I was almost screaming.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, pull on me, oh Mistress, pull harder. Ooo yes, please yes, fuck yes.”

She stopped and laughed. “Are you giving me instructions slave? I’m guessing that I’ve found one of your pleasure spots. Have I?”

“Yes Mistress, I’m sorry. It felt so good. May I ask for more?”

“Not now my little one. I’m busy, and don’t pout, I’ll have other pleasures for you later– and for me.”

I was in heat. I was shaking. My head and my ponytail thrashing from side to side. I wanted to come so badly. Sibyl Smith was disappearing and Scarlet wanted her pussy rubbed. I wasn’t sure what it was like, but I wanted someone to fuck me hard. I wanted to scream.

My Lady seated herself behind me. She slapped me gently on the inside of my thighs. I knew her intentions. I spread my legs for her, and as I opened, I arched my back and presented my private secrets for her to use as she wished.

“Oh Scarlet, I’m speechless with joy. Your pussy is beautiful, it’s of a perfect symmetry.” She ran a finger down my naked slit. “Your lips are swollen like two juicy peach halves nestled side by side. How many times have you been fucked Scarlet?”

The question was such a surprise. “No one has fucked me My Lady. I’m a virgin.”

“And how many boys or girls have tasted your sweetness?”

“None,” I was hyperventilating with passion.

“Easy Scarlet, take some breaths. I’ll wait until you gather yourself.”

I puffed like an animal. Slowly my heartbeat returned to a steady state.

“How wonderful for me. I will be the first to squeeze the ripe juice from this peach, and believe me, my mouth is watering in anticipation. Scarlet dear, you pussy is the prettiest I have ever laid eyes upon – but its
mine
now Scarlet.
You
have no pussy. I have taken it from you. Do you understand? You are just carrying it for me.”

“Yes My Lady, I understand.” Tears were forming in my eyes and my legs were visibly shaking.

“I can’t resist.” She leaned forward in her chair. I could see all that was happening behind me in the full circle of mirrors.

She kissed my pussy. Spasms of pleasure ricocheted through my body.

“You have no idea how tempted I am to dive in and eat your wonderful pussy, but I’ll wait, and when the time is right I’ll send us both to the moon.”

I took more quick breaths. She spread my cheeks. My bottom was exposed to her. “This just gets better for me.” She was giddy with her examination of my bottom. “Look at this sweet little rose bud. Have you taken a man in your ass Scarlet?”

I wasn’t sure if she was serious. “No My Lady. Did you say in my bottom?”

“Oh yes darling, you can be fucked in both of your luscious openings. Feel this.”

I watched in the mirror. I was close to panic. Her tongue was extended and she was leaning forward, Oh my god, she is going to….

The tip of her tongue danced on my rosebud, she licked it a few times, and just when I thought I’d scream with a pleasure that I could not have imagined possible, her tongue disappeared inside of me. I screamed. “Aaaaa, yes, aaaaa, more, more yes please, please deeper.” I was begging. Surely someone could hear my screams. I had lost all inhibition. “Fuck me in my ass, please fuck me. I beg of you please?” My voice bounced off of the mirrored walls.

She stopped. I was gasping for air, my eyes looking downward, staring at my shaved pussy, pulsing, twitching reflected in the mirrored floor.

She moved the chair to the side. I watched her collect my clothes. She removed the remainder of the harness from my head and placed them all in the satchel.

“I’ll be right back. Try to collect yourself Scarlet. When I return we’ll continue.” She disappeared through the doorway to her suite. I was alone amongst the mirrors.

Continue? What more could she explore. My whole body and all of its pleasure spots has been violated
…. I hung from my bonds, my ass high in the air. I hung and waited, suspended in that exposed state for twenty minutes. I looked in the mirror and I saw a red headed slave girl hanging in stocks. I had been reborn as Scarlet Worthy, and I was ready to begin my new life.

The door in the mirrored room opened again and My Lady crossed the shiny floor toward me. It was hard to hold up my head given my bent over position in the stocks. She grabbed my pony tail and pulled my head back until my face was elevated and I could see her standing by my side in the mirror. Mirror to mirror I could see all angles of my exposure. I looked past her, and there was my reflected bottom still arched and presented like a mare ready for mounting by a random stud horse.

“Tomorrow is a big day for you Scarlet. So let me tell you about your day. First of all, your things are being removed from the cottage. I arranged for that while you were hanging about in here.” She patted me on my back and absentmindedly she drew tiny circles on my skin with her fingertip. She was in no rush.

I turned my head toward her. “My cottage? I’m being removed from my cottage?”

My Lady saw my distress. “Yes, you’ll be living in the Manor House from now on. You’ll like your quarters Scarlet, they’re adjacent to my own, so I’ll have immediate access to my personal slave girl.” She continued. “In the morning, after our breakfast, we’ll go to the spa for the services you need, and then the hair dresser will see you. Let’s see - what’s next? Oh yes, and then the courtier. You’ll get a new wardrobe. We’ll have some
girl-fun
selecting clothes for all occasions - ones that look good on my Scarlet.

After that a nap, and then the ceremony. The ceremony will be held in this room.”

“My Lady, please, may I speak? May I ask a question?

She ran her palm over my bottom. It was such a gentle touch, she was barely making contact with my skin. I felt like I was being petted. It was dreamy.

“Speak Scarlet.”

“What is the ceremony Mistress? I’m scared.”

“Don’t be frightened, little one. You’re with me, but it’s a big occasion when we bring a new slave into the Brighten Manor stable, and it’s a special occasion when the slave has such an exalted status like you do Scarlet, so I’ve arranged a collaring ceremony, and you’re the guest of honor. I’ll just have a few invited guests to witness the collaring and the contract execution, and then you’ll be officially presented. It’s much like being a debutant feted into service.” She giggled. “You’ll be fine Scarlet. I’ll be with you.”

“A few guests? My Lady, I’m to be introduced as your personal slave to a crowd strangers?”

“Why yes dear. You
are
my personal slave. We already covered that, and they will not all be strangers. You’ll have some friends to welcome you.” She patted me on the bottom. “Enough questions now, they’re becoming tedious darling, and we have things to do.”

“You like it when I touch your bottom like this?”

“Yes Mistress.” Her soft brush like caresses made me feel like I was in dreamland.

“There are certain qualities you should legitimately expect from me Scarlet. I want you to understand that I know what taking possession of you entails. See, there are obligations that I have accepted too, obligations to ensure your wellbeing and your happiness. In that regard I will care for you. You will never want for food or clothing or shelter. You will live, at most times, in a style and comfort that most people can only dream about. You will be cherished and protected and pampered. There will always be people to look after your needs.” She played lovingly with my hair, speaking quietly. I felt like I was in a trance.

“And, this is important Scarlet. Listen. You can be sent away at any time, and you may leave when your service period is complete. I will make your initial term short enough for you to consider. I don’t want a personal slave who is unhappy.” She laughed at that last admission. “Hell, I don’t want to be around
anyone
who is unhappy – would you? Don’t answer that Scarlet. The answer is obvious and I would know by now if you were unhappy. See, you can’t lie to me Scarlet. You might have many conflicts going on inside of your pretty head and many questions, and you might be a bit scared – but you are deep down very happy.”