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Chapter VI     Snap-Shots-in-Time


Now, through a series of short clips or “Snap-Shots-in-Time” the writer will disclose, as examples, the day-to-day actions of the main characters in this story.  These actual events describe what they do, and how they think in their “real,” or perhaps “surreal” world.


The Attitude Correction:


Alex knew she had gotten on Jen’s last nerve when she looked cross-wise at Kelly one evening. She wasn’t surprised when she got a text message at work early the next day. She was told to strip as soon as she got home and to leave her clothes in the car, and “wriggle like a worm” to the kitchen porch. There she was  to wait kneeling head to the floor, spread wide, ass facing the door and holding her cunt open by the rings.


When the door finally opened, her diner was tossed on the brick walkway by Kelly. It was soup, poured cold, right out of the can.


Kelly said Jen had told her to feed Alex and said that she hoped Alex liked her cooking. She added that Jen would be home soon.


Alex ate all of the soup and licked the brick clean and waited. Jen pulled up about 20 minutes later looking beautiful. She strode past Alex with a grocery bag and a bottle of wine and said, “Playroom, pet - crawl.”


Alex knew she was in for some real trouble. She crawled downstairs and waited. About 30 minutes later Jen appeared, now in her pajamas. She allowed Alex to pee and then placed her in the vacuum bed.


Being in the special, and uncomfortable bed, was maddening as always. It’s so very hot - suffocating and distressing - misery - pure misery.


Alex lost all track of time. Actually, she lost all track of everything except thoughts about how she had displeased Jen and her own helplessness and misery.


Eventually, Jen came to let her out. She was wearing only a short black silk robe and she smelled of sex; anything to rub in the fact that Alex was not her girlfriend, just her toy.


She gave Alex two bottles of water to drink, one for right then, and one for after crawling unsteadily upstairs to the master bathroom.


When Alex got to the bathroom her heart jumped in her chest as she spotted the heavy leather bag, with all its straps.


Jen bagged Alex and strapped her into a tight bundle and placed a small rolled up towel under her head.


Then, Alex heard Jen use the toilet and when she reappeared, she said, “Night, slut,” and placed a pee-soaked towel over her  face, creating total darkness.


Alex could hear the sounds of Jen making love again to Kelly before eventually drifting off to sleep. She woke sore, stiff, and hurting.


Just another night in the life of a piece of property, who had been taught another painful lesson.


Face Pins:  Jen took Alex to the man’s apartment after work on Friday night. “I’ve made a bet with Max that if he could put thirty clothes pins on your face that he could fuck your ass for free,” she told her. “Now, when I tell you to hold still, I mean for you to hold still, do you understand me, bitch?”


“Yes, Goddess, I sure do understand you,” Alex said shuddering at the prospect of being pinned all over her face in humiliation, then ass fucked for her troubles. And, Max was a brute, much the sadist, with thick muscles and a large cock.


“Strip, bitch, and be quick about it,” Jen said without fanfare when they were inside the apartment. Max had his pins ready as well as his cock. He wanted to make fast work of his portion of the bet.


“Hold very still, slut, while Max makes you pretty. If you move, I’ll let him whip your ass before he fucks you,” she said.


Max worked quickly and placed five pins on each of Alex's ear lobes, four on each of her eyebrows, two on her nostrils, and five each on her upper and lower lips. Alex was in sever pain. But, Max made her gaze into his mirror for a full minute, just to let her know how god awful she looked.


“Now get on your knees, and get the stupid head of yours on the floor, arch your back, and spread your ass, so Max can get a free and proper ass fucking from you, slut.”


Alex knew the night was far from over, and to make matters worse, her face would be swollen and disfigured in the morning.


The Envelope:  Jen was furious. She had retrieved the mail and there was a letter in the pile for Alex.  What a nerve! This estate was hers and Alex was a nobody, a non-entity, an animal. How could an animal receive mail from the U.S Postal department?


Alex had been told that any business correspondence for her would have to come to her office, and the postal service had been notified that no person named Alex resided at the estate.

Alex herself had been ordered to have any mail redirected or discontinued. Jen concluded that Alex must have violated the rule that she was not to get personal matters delivered there. She would pay the price.


It didn’t matter to Jen how the circumstance of that post had occurred. Perhaps someone had kept her name and address from years ago when the estate was indeed hers. Nonetheless, a punishment session was in order and Alex did pay a terrible price even though, in reality she had nothing, at all, to do with the offending delivery.  Small things mattered a lot to Jen.


The Wall Challenge: Alex was given the challenge of holding two coins against a wall by pressure exerted only by her nipples. She was ordered to stand 18 inches away from the wall and to lean into the coins for 30 minutes. She failed, and only lasted 18 minutes.


As usual, Jen had made the challenge very difficult and had encumbered her with a posture collar, and a full breathing hood. Alex was essentially deaf and blind and had to work hard for each breath. Her arms were pulled tightly behind her in an arm binder and clipped downward to an ass hook.


The really extraordinary part was that she was forced to stand  in five inch high ballet shoes bent forward against the wall. Her toes were killing her.


She had no idea that one of the coins had dropped until she Kelly dragged her to the ground and kicked her hard in the cunt several times for failing so miserably.


The hood, ass hook, and shoes were removed, but she was then put in crotch chains, with steel wool pressed between her tender cunt and the chain which was then pulled tight. She was caged until morning. The chains and the steel wool pressed into her outrageously all night.


To add to her discomfort the following day, she was only allowed toilet water to drink all the next day - no other food or other liquids were allowed. By the end of the day she was famished.


To add to her distress, Jen made Alex prepare dinner for her and Kelly; an aromatic grilled Salmon.


Alex was required to chew every morsel on Jen's plate three times, and using her tongue, shift the chewed pieces into Jen's eager mouth. Alex was sent to her closet bed early still savoring the saliva in her mouth, but feeling altogether agonizingly empty.


The Humbled Slave: Kelly is a sadist specializing at making Alex feel totally insignificant. She and Jen were going to dinner and then go dancing at one of their favorite “girl-spots.” Kelly didn’t want to carry her pocketbook. In Alex’s presence she asked Jen if she could “borrow the bitch” for the night.


Alex was made to follow behind them carrying Kelly’s bag as they walked to the train. Once in the train they made Alex stand between the cars. Then she had to follow behind them at a distance as they walked to the restaurant and wait outside on the street while they dined. This humiliation went on all night as they went from place-to-place until they were ready to go home.


The “Crushing” - An example:  Jen has three tit presses which she uses to punished Alex. The least painful of the three is a smooth wooden one that hurts when the screws are tightened down hard.


Another one has ridges and bumps carved into the wood which hurts even worse than the smooth one when it presses down on her tits.


But, the absolute worst is the Plexiglas one with the six clamps to screw it shut. It crushes her tits flat so that it hurts like hell with every beat of her heart for days and days after.


To make matters worse, there are small holes drilled throughout the Plexiglas pieces that line up perfectly from the top piece to the bottom piece. Jen has long sharp needles which, when the press is in place, get shoved through the holes in the top section of the press, through Alex’s tits, and out the bottom piece of Plexiglas. Agony for Alex. Pure unadulterated agony!


When the needles go through her tits it feels like a searing,  burning, pain that slices through her like a hot knife through butter. Jen torments Alex by pulling the needles in and out while Alex shrieks, and begs, and jerks like an insane puppet. When Jen is satisfied with that form of misery she snaps Alex’s nipples harshly, with a crop or a cane.


At that point, Alex is at the end of her endurance and she wailed until her throat hurts almost as much as her tits. She thrash’s around trying to jump out of her own body.


Alex’s tits don't bleed until Jen removes the needles and then the blood runs hot and sticky; much hotter then she always expects. The heat and degree of pain always shocks her.


Jen licks up Alex’s blood and feeds it to her with her tongue.


The same process follows with her tears. Jen loves to watch Alex when she cry’s; she licks her tears with a sadistic delight. She loves to see her beg and cry.


She knows that Alex’s tits will hurt for many days to follow, and that thought gives her pleasure too.


The Clit Hood Pull: When Jen decides to make Alex crazy, she attaches the ring in her clit hood to the ring in her belly button ring. The pull against the hood exposes her clit and exacerbates her sexual frustration to the point of putting her on the frustrated edge of orgasm. It also causes her clit to feel miserably used.


The Urinal:  Jen takes Alex on a vacation, of sorts, every summer. She has friends in various parts of the country; friends that have a distinctive taste, so to speak.


One such friend has an old fashioned bar in Kentucky that caters to old fashioned men - the kind of men who think women should be treated like servants, sex toys, and worse.


This bar is in a small town and all the men who frequent the bar have a kinky streak. They love it when Jen comes to visit because she brings Alex;  they just love beautiful and ’ol submissive Alex.


On their last visit, Jen brought Alex to the bar just about the time of day when the boys were getting off from work and wanted a drink or two before going home to their missus.  Jen took Alex into the men’s room and had her undress - totally nude. She made her sit on her heels with her hands behind her head in one of the old fashioned urinals that was built to reach to the floor.  Picture that… finding a beautiful, young, naked girl sitting inside the urinal you want to piss in.


Jen taped a handmade sign over the urinal that said, “Piss on me, big boy, I love it!” And, the boys couldn’t wait to tell the new patrons what was going on in that men’s room.


They would talk about Alex, and the golden showers she took from all of them, for years afterwards.


A Diapered  Afternoon At The Mall: Kelly was at her best when taunting Alex. At breakfast one morning when Kelly was sharing girl-time with Jen, she told Jen about an idea she had the previous night. She made sure Alex could overhear her every word.


“I’ve got a splendid idea for Alex today, if you want to go along with it, she said. “You know those two soft vinyl ice forms in the shape of a cock that you have frozen in the fridge? Well, my plan would have us keep those forms in the ice chest in the back of your van along with Alex. When we got near the mall, I’d have Alex take the ice out of the forms and slip one in her cunt and the other in her ass.


“I’d let her wear a thong to keep the ice-cocks in place until they started to melt and run down her legs. Then I’d want her to get to a ladies rest room and discard the panties and put on a pair of “Depends” which we could give her in a paper bag. You know those dippers for incontinent adults?


“Then I have her wait for us at the far end of the mall an hour later and get in the back of the van all wet and slushy. I’m sure the water running down her legs would be noticeable and that everyone would like to see a sweet young girl pee her pants right in the mall. Great fun, Yes?”


“I love it, Kelly, but I have some more ideas. First, I’d appreciate it if you, personally, would lay out a pair of four inch heels for Alex’s trip, plus a short skirt and nice blouse. No bra. Second, I don’t want her to throw away the panties. No sense in wasting a good pair for no reason. Alex should ball them up in her hand and carry them with her till she meets us. Lastly, I don’t want water dripping on the carpet of my van. I want Alex to keep licking what remains of the cock-cicles in the back of the van until they are all gone.”


“Great! I love it all,” Kelly said, as they winked at each other behind Alex’s back.


The two girls were intentionally late meeting Alex at the rear entrance to the mall and a pool of water was visible at her feet when they finally drove up. The plan was a smashing success.


Alex could feel every eye on her legs, and on the puddle she was standing in. She just knew she had left a trail of water behind her. Her hatred for Kelly grew by the drip. She was angry, ashamed, mortified, and cold for the rest of the day.


The Tennis Net Straddle: It was a brilliant early Spring day with no rain in sight at the estate. Tara had been invited over to share some pool time with Jen. She decided to bring her young slave girl with her. The girl apparently didn’t have a name because no one called her anything but “girl.”


Jen had one of her ingenious and sadistic schemes in mind for Abby and the other girl, who was about the same height as Alex.  Jen and Tara would enjoy the pool, lounge chairs, the refreshing breeze, a full glass carafe of heavily flavored Tom Collins mixers, and take pleasure in watching the two girls suffer for their enjoyment.


Alex knew she was in for a bad day when she saw the tennis net loosened from its normal stanchions so that all of it reached the artificial surface of the tennis court itself.


Jen and Tara had both slaves in single arm binders and four inch heels as they walked them naked to the pool and tennis area. “Well girls,” Jen said, “once we have you are settled into the court here, we will get a chance to watch you enjoy the new version of tennis while we relax and enjoy ourselves.”


They made each girl straddle the tennis net and slowly raised it by the wench which was there for that purpose until the tape at the top of the net came in touch with each girls cunt lips. The net was normally set at three feet above the court surface and the girls were short so the net had plenty of height to go before it ground the rough edges of the tape into their soft and delicate cunts. Jen tugged the net upwards two more notches until the girls were screaming and straining to keep their balance.


To keep the girls in place, Jen attached a large chain to one of Alex’s cunt lip rings and passed in under the net and secured it up the other side to the cunt ring of the other girl. There would be no skipping off the net now.


She inserted a thick, double donged,  dildo in the mouth of each girl. Then, she attached smaller chains to the nipples of each girl; the right nipple of one to the left nipple of the other and visa versa. Then she secured a single chain around the necks of both girls and brought them tightly together.


Both girls were covered in sweat in no time. They were there on the court, straddling the thick net, for well over three hours, throbbing, panting, moaning, and in utter misery the entire time. Their feet hurt, their calf’s hurt, their assholes hurt, their cunt’s hurt, and for all practical purposes each muscle in their body’s were killing them.


The Prod:  Jen found the small package containing the new gadget she intended to  use on Alex plopped on the porch of the estate. Kelly was with her when the package arrived and together they schemed how they would use it when Alex got home from work that evening.


The devise was a two pronged electric prod. While it was self contained, it could send about a 2,400 volt charge. The devise was small enough to be hand held. It only took two 9 volt batteries but the detailed and intricate electronics of the device allowed it to produce a vastly greater discharge. Neither one of the dominant girls wanted to test it on themselves but were anxious to see how Alex would react.


“Into the playroom, slut girl,” demanded Jen “and, be naked and presentable by the time we get there.”  Alex knew what being “presentable” meant - legs spread, arms behind her neck, elbows back, tits out, tummy in, eyes downcast. “Be ready to get the jolt of your life, slut girl,” Jen growled as she showed Abby the instrument of torture.


The device didn’t look particularly heinous, but the notion of having electricity pulse into her from the two silver prongs for the first time was absolutely terrifying to the naked and quite vulnerable slave girl.


Jen was so excited to see what impact of the devise would have that she pressed the prongs against Alex’s left tit and pressed the activation switch. The instrument buzzed,  and produced a wave of pure agony into Alex. She screamed as if she had been shot, which she really had been. She lost all control over her posture and grabbed her wounded tit as if it was on fire.


“How dare you come out of your “present” position, slut. I’m not done with you yet, now resume your position and hold it until I’m damned good and ready to let you go,” Jen yelled at the top of her lungs. She held the prod against Alex’s right tit and repeated the activation process. Alex again lost her position.


“You stupid bitch, I told you to hold your position, Now look smart here, No wait! Pull your cunt rings apart, wide, with your fingers so we can see if you are wet. Electricity seems to have such a greater impact on flesh when it is wet,” she said. Alex moved slowly to obey knowing, in part, what was in store for her.


When Alex’s cunt lips were fully spread, Jen told her to stand on her toes, all the more vulnerable for what was going to happen next.  “Want to check if she is wet enough? If she is, and I’m sure she will be, you can pull the trigger, Kelly.”


Kelly eagerly took the devise turned the intensity control to high, and jammed it into the soft tissue of Alex's cunt and played the specially designed insertable prongs harshly against Alex’s tender flesh. Then, with one sudden, but almost imperceptible, move she pressed the activation button.


The buzz sound crashed in her ears and the electric shock crashed into her defenseless cunt. Alex, fell to the floor in shattering and excruciation pain.  


For Alex, the devise soon became one of the most dreaded items of torture in the room, along with the other electric torture units and the Kevlar cane.


Jen now uses the Prod with some caution, and then only with a ball gag to keep Alex from breaking her teeth.


The Most Severe Humiliation:  A good example of the humiliation perpetrated on Alex goes back a few years when her parents were staying with them and had taken the boat out. They came back early, without warning,  because her Mother got seasick.


Her father walked into the study. Alex was squatting on two cans, legs very wide with her hands cuffed behind her back and then pulled up tightly and fixed to a ring at the back of her posture collar. Her thighs were striped and the cane that had done it was in being held in her mouth and she was crying.


There were weights swinging from her cunt rings. There were tight bands round her tits. There was a leash hanging from her nose ring. The words "worthless cunt" were written on her belly with a marker. It was a nightmare for Alex.


He came in talking, stopped and gaped. He saw it all. Alex saw the “dear in the headlights” expression on his face as she actually watched his eyes rove up, and down, and then up again at what he was seeing.


She started to move, and he started to stammer and leave, but Jen said, "stay," in a sharp voice primarily directed at Alex but, they both stopped moving. She closed the door and said to him "Please don't storm off. Sit down and talk to me or this will become a bad thing between us." He sat. She sat. Alex held her position right in his line of sight - awash in monstrous humiliation.


Jen explained what was going on - specifically why she was punishing his daughter and about the rings.


He asked if this happened a lot and she said, "Honestly, yes, she needs a lot of correction." There was awkward silence.


Jen said, "Are you worried if she is ok?" He nodded.


Jen, calmly said, "Look at her pussy - no, I'm serious - look! See how aroused she is? You need to know, so you won't worry. Look! You may not understand, but she loves it - she needs it."


Her Father looked right at his daughter’s cunt and she burned in shame, open and wet.


Then he said in a low, hoarse, voice, "Ok, Jen" and he walked out and closed the door behind him.


The Body Crushers:  Kevlar is a man-made substance of incredible strength. - actually five times stronger than steel in an ounce-for-ounce comparison.  Jen had a strip of the synthetic substance turned into two round canes for beating Alex.


One of the canes was almost three-quarters of an inch in diameter and she called it her “bruiser.” The other one was one half inch in diameter and she called it the “little bruiser.” Each cane was cut to forty inch lengths.


Jen didn’t use these canes often but she kept then handy and visible for Alex's benefit. Jen usually kept them for punishment below the waist. She knew that without much effort she could break some bones with the canes if she wasn’t careful. Her purpose was to create a lot of pain and bruising in Alex’s thighs and ass when she swung either of the two canes and she could achieve her objective without much force at all.


Alex always knew she would be in for days of deep pain when Jen used the bruiser’s. And, of course that was the whole point.


Jen loved to see the dark bruises on her slave but made it a point to put out long pants for Alex on the work days following her use of the canes. That didn’t help Alex when she had to stand or walk for any length of time. She just hated those damn canes.


The Misery of Electric: The most painful torture for Alex is electric when she is strung up like meat and skin-adhering leads are attached to her nipples, clit and cunt lips and an ass probe is inserted in her, well… her ass. Jen turns on the juice and makes Alex dance, and scream, and suffer. All of this is much more excruciating than the prod.


The worst ever was one night when Jen had best her friend Tara over to watch her suffer. Jen made a bet with Tara that she could make Alex beg to be allowed to die just to end the pain. She won the bet.


Alex  spent 3 days in Jen’s bed recovering. She apologized for going too far. It was the only time she ever did that.


The Attitude Adjustment: It should not be a surprise that Alex's attitude gets her in serious trouble with Jen from time-to-time. She swears she doesn’t play games to get attention or to get punished. She doesn’t feel she is that shallow or immature and  is firm on the assertion that she does not top from the bottom. She is certain Jen would detect any manipulation on her part and would throw her out if she did.


Alex had gotten a text message at the office to the effect that Jen and Kelly were going out for dinner and would ring her once by phone to alert her that they would be home shortly.


When they arrived, she would be expected to be found kneeling nude, and wide spread, at the front door. She was to pull her cunt lips apart using her cunt rings so that they would see her fully exposed the first thing when they got home.


She was in position as ordered when they arrived, but they completely ignored her and walked right by as if she didn’t exist.


Kelly came back later and peed on the floor in front of her, and said “Lick it up, bitch and then get back in position as you were.” Alex did as she was told but could feel hostility rising within her. She would have a difficult time keeping herself under control for the rest of the night, and she knew it.


Jen's voice came out of the intercom box saying, “In my bedroom now, cunt, and be quick about it.”


As was the protocol for her, she crawled to the entrance of the bedroom and stopped. She licked the sill until she was ordered to enter. She stopped inside the door and looked at them. The bed was a mess and the bedroom smelled of girls in heat. They were both naked and had the satisfied look of just having had a great bout of wonderful sex.


Jen said, "Up on the bed and clean my lover with your tongue, bitch. Start at her toes and take your time."


Alex was jealous and crawled over with an attitude, forgot to say "Thank you," forgot to say, "Yes Jen," and she gave Kelly “a look.” Five minutes later she was bent over, palms on the floor, legs spread wide, having her ass stripped with the hurtful Kevlar cane.


She was then told that it was expected of her to demonstrate a proper mind-set and a good attitude toward Kelly all the times.

Alex spent the next fifteen minutes begging Kelly to forgive her, complimenting her intelligence, personality, talents, beauty and grace, and promising to adore and obey her at all times.


Alex was then allowed to clean Kelly’s feet, asshole, and armpits with her tongue. She was given a light sun dress to wear and Jen said, "Out of my sight, bitch. I don't want you in the house tonight. Be at the kitchen door in the morning and if your attitude has improved by then you may come in and rejoin us."


Alex knelt looking at Jen with tears running down her cheeks. She was truly remorseful for how she had acted, but even more than that, she was sorry for offending Jen.


Jen did stroke her hair and said softly, "It’ll be ok, Alex, just go and think about what you did wrong. I know you were blowing steam, but it’s not acceptable and you will suffer the consequences. Go on now!"


Alex crawled downstairs, left the house, and sat on the steps by the kitchen door and sobbed. She heard the door lock behind her and the lights in the house slowly went out one at a time.


There was nowhere she could go without money or car keys or shoes. She is not allowed in the cabana or guest house or garage without permission. There were lounges by the pool area but she was not allowed on the furniture without permission. With no other place to go, she took a blanket from her car, which was parked in the courtyard, and walked down to the beach and went to sleep.


She woke up when the sun hit, and waited by the kitchen door until it opened.  Kelly came out and walking towards the guest house said, "She wants you now."


Alex crawled to her bedroom and begged and begged Jen to forgive her. Jen said that while all was forgiven she would be trained to obey and would suffer all day.


Jen dragged her by her hair to the bathroom and peed down her throat and then she used the toilet to empty herself. Alex wiped her clean and then licked her clean. Then Alex was made to kneel with her head in the toilet, her face next to Jen’s waste, for what seemed an eternity.


Jen finally came back and whispered in her ear, "Girls who can be casually ordered to wait like this, have no place being jealous of a lady like Kelly. Don't you get that, Alex?"


Humiliation washed over Alex. Jen was right, of course. Then Jen flushed the toilet but dumped breakfast, such as it was, in the toilet. Alex was forced to lap it up like a dog and to drink the toilet water. She was then allowed to clean herself  up and dress.


Jen made her wear her punishment shoes with sand in them which was intended to hurt her feet all day. Worse than that, she whipped Alex’s hands with a strap before sending her off to work. The six stripes to each hand hurt; really hurt.


Alex vowed to herself to be good that night and to send Kelly a bunch of pretty flowers with another note of apology. As it turned out, she spent her whole week's allowance on those pretty flowers, and would have nothing left for herself.


The Point Was Reinforced:  Alex always seemed to have a hard time handling her frustrations and jealousies. As a slave girl, she was just displaying a poor attitude.


She “wanted” and that was the problem… She wanted Jen to recognize that she wasn’t just a character in a play. She wanted Jen to demonstrate evidence that she recognized that Alex had feelings and emotions. She wanted some freedom. But, she didn’t reflect on the fact that she had abandoned any rights to “want” anything when she signed her slave contract making her simply a piece of property now owned by Jen.


To emphasize that Alex was merely a piece of property, Jen brought Alex into her bedroom, along with Kelly, and ordered her to bring five possessions of hers around the house that Alex thought would be among the "treasured objects that she owned."


Alex scurried off, confused, but  came back with a locket her grandmother had given her, her university diploma, a framed photograph that she had taken in India that had won an award, a pencil drawing by Toulouse Lautrec which she bought at auction in Paris, and a Bible that had been in her family since the nineteenth century.


Alex knelt at her feet as Jen looked at the items and explained what she had in mind. She said, "Very good, darling, so I have here six treasured possessions - no difference between them. They all bring me pleasure. They are my property and I may do with each as I please. Yes?"


Alex looked up confused. Kelly was staring at Alex transfixed.


Alex finally said, "But there are only five here, Jen."


She smiled and said, "Six, counting you, girl."


Alex flushed from head to toe and said, "Yes, Goddess!"


Jen smiled and picked up the drawing and handed it to Kelly and kissed her and said, "I want you to have this. I love it but I also love you, and I want you to take it. I transfer ownership of it to you. You may do with it as you wish. If you want me to record the transfer on paper so you can insure it, please let me know."


The words "transfer ownership" hit Alex like a ton of bricks. They sounded eerily like some of the words in the contract she had signed.


Kelly thanked Jen quietly, still staring at Alex. Then Jen picked up the photograph and, with no warning, smashed the glass frame against the corner of the coffee table. Kelly and Alex both jumped and Kelly said, "Jen, don't!"


Jen said in a stern tone, "Stay out of this, love, I'm going to settle this question once for an all." She then tore the photo from the frame and ripped it into small pieces and tossed them at Alex. The pieces fluttered into her lap and all over the floor.


Alex began to cry. Her heart was pounding, and tears ran down her face. Jen looked at Alex and said calmly, "So, six treasured possessions, all alike, all mine to do with as I please. One I have given away, but could have just as easily sold. One I have destroyed. The other four, including you Alexandria, dear, are just the same. I own you girl, the same as these other things. Any questions?"


Alex couldn't speak. She just shook her head.


Jen knelt down to be on the same level as Alex and kissed her softly on the lips and said, "You know I love you, and I don’t need to repeat it. But, I'll tell you so again: I love you Alex. Now go to bed. You may sleep with me tonight, but I won't be up for a while yet. Go to sleep, darling."


The Most Painful Torture Ever: The worst torture session for Alex by far was New Years Eve, 2007. Jen had Alex at Miss Tara's loft in the Soho district of NYC for the holiday festivities.


Alex had been suspended upside down, spread wide, with her arms cuffed and secured to rings in the floor and stretched taut - right in the middle of a hard core New Years Eve party.


A "cat of nine tails" was shoved, handle first, in her cunt and the words, "Whip the bitch - make her scream in the New Year" were written on her back and belly in red marker.


All night, she as she was whipped, she had to sing out, "Happy New Year - I hope to bring my Owner much pleasure in 2007."


While most of her whip marks healed in time, she still has permanent scars on her left side on her lower back extending to her hip, and on her right leg just below her ass cheek. Both scars were the result of deep bleeding cuts, made from a harshly wielded the whip, that ultimately healed white in color.


She passed out a few times that night and had to be revived for more punishment.


Alex was such a mess afterward that Jen could not whip her again until early March. She was out of work for a full week.


The “Cum on Command” Training: Training Alex to cum only on command was a long drawn out difficult process that took years. Some masters call it ‘release training’ and some use a less ‘pain’ oriented approach, but whatever method is used the results can be very exciting for both the master and the slave. In Jen's case, her method can be explained in a few sentences.


It is brutally simple and efficient. If you studied Pavlov and his dogs in Psychology 101 then you understand how operant condition actually works.


Jen would stimulate Alex, or have others do it, and then command her to cum. If she did so upon the snap of her finger then she received a reward of praise and got to spend the night in her owners arms which was like a soothing drug to her.


If she did not, or could not, cum then she was verbally abused, kicked and dragged to the ‘playroom’ and brutally tortured.


This conditioning went on and on until such a point that Alex was fully able to cum on command when being stimulated.


Then Jen trained her to cum on command without stimulation using the same proven technique.


Then she trained Alex not to cum without the snap of her finger and the verbal order "cum whore" no matter how much or how intensely she was stimulated; that really was the difficult part.


Each of these steps used the same brutal conditioning process.


Success in using that process is atypical because it is extraordinarily rare to find a person who is so willing to allow herself to be trained in this way.


Jen has talked about training Alex to empty her bladder only on verbal command, such as, "pee, bitch,"  and with a clap of her hands. She would then be expected to piss herself any time, any where, even in church. The threat of such training makes Alex sick with fear.


Continuous Cumming:  Quite frequently, Jen forbids Alex from cumming for thirty days at a time. But, then, she will turn the tables on Alex and, with the aid of battery operated dildos, independently operated clit flanges, and vibrating nipple clips and butt plugs, she will energize Alex's pleasure zones to the point where Alex screams to be set free from the intense and unremitting cums Jen is inducing in her. Of course, Jen is right there giving her continuous commands to cum and to cum harder.


Under those circumstances, Alex is physically incapable of preventing her body from achieving an extremely intense orgasm. Her body shakes violently, and she moans loudly. It is grand theater for Jen and her friends to see Alex in such exquisite  agony.


In these circumstances, Alex begs Jen to stop the torment and let her settle down. The more she begs, however, the more Jen adds to her continuous stimulation. Jen knows that Jen will eventually experience intolerable throbbing and fear. And, she knows that the  fear will stay in her very active brain for a long time.


The Vacuum Bed: Jen bought the suction producing vacuum bed to use with Alex about a year ago. Alex hates it because when all of the air is sucked out she is not able to move at all. She breathes through a single tube positioned at the top of the  transparent vinyl bed which she must hold in her mouth. The tube is her only lifeline to the outside world.


With her senses effectively cut off, she has to fight her fears while she listens to her heart beat. Her thoughts are turned inward. Jen usually whips her before settling her in the bed so Alex does feel some residual pain, but really she is only able to think about her status as Jen's personal property and how she is dealing with that reality.


Alex hears Jen's words over and over in her mind. The unique quality of her ability to recall the written word is carried over to her facility to recall almost every word Jen has ever said to her. In the vacuum bed, the words and visuals get a chance to course through her brain with laser-like clarity. Alex is afraid of the sensory deprivation and Jen knows of, and feeds, this fear.


The Whore Worked It Hard: Jen met Alex at work and drove her to the apartment of a paying customer. Alex was still dressed in her business suit from work but she knew she was in for a real whoring work out.


They went into a smart condo on the West Side and met the owner of the place. He seemed nice enough, but he wasn’t making a move, so Jen ordered Alex to quote her price and to beg the guy to use her.


He was reluctant and they discussed her age and how well-used she was. He made Alex beg and beg for him to use her.


Jen told Alex that she would be "royally pissed" if she didn't convince the guy that she was worth the $50. He eventually agreed to pay $40, but wanted a dance thrown in. He put on music and she danced, like a slut, removing her clothing and fingering her cunt, clit, and nipples as she was ordered.


Then he said, "Suck me off first, whore. I want to last a long time when I pound your ass.”


He fucked her mouth and throat, pulling her hair, twisting her nipples, slapping her face, verbally degrading her, and choking her all the while. Finally, he shot his load down her throat.


She cleaned his cock and balls with her tongue and then licked his asshole until his cock stirred. She licked at his cock until it was fully hard again and then was ordered on her hands and knees on the edge of a coffee table where he fucked her ass for a very long time. He finally pulled out and shot his load on the table.


She had to clean his cock and balls again and then lick the cum from the table. Then he pissed down her throat.


He continued his assault on her by having her kneel in front of him while he slapped her tits, pulled and twisted her nipples and clit ring, and slapped her repeatedly in the face. He seemed to get his jollies again by kicking her in the cunt several times.


At this point, Alex was exhausted and losing it.  Finally, the guy’s cock started to get hard again, and she was forced to lick and suck, and stroke him, and beg him again to cunt fuck her.


He sat on the couch and ordered her to ride his cock while she faced him and held her hands behind her neck. His cock was so hard and she was so exhausted she thought she would die riding him. He really was enjoying her struggles and took forever to cum.


At the end, she cleaned his cock and scooped his cum from her cunt as ordered, and ate it too. She curled up on the floor, exhausted, physically and emotionally, a sweaty mess.


Jen threw her office clothes at her and said, "Get dressed, cunt."


She dressed, smelling like a filthy, two bit, whore, and tried to fix her hair with her hands. Jen slapped them away and said, “Leave it, whore.”


The customer tossed two $20 bills at her feet which she picked up slowly and gave to her owner. Jen took her home looking disgusted. When they got home, she whipped Alex harshly, with a flogger, for not being worth the full $50.


As might have been expected, Jen had set up the whole scene up with the guy from the get go.

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