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Dipping my hands into the now very warm almond oil, I start to massage and grease first aleskia and then aspen to an oily, shiny existence using to my advantage the oil, my fingers and, all of the erotic Shiatsu points that I know about. Another aspect I found contained in my grandfather’s recipe, a fairly long footnote, or in this case, a finger note.

Both of my hands start moving slowly and gently up aleskia’s flanks. I watch her skin almost ripple at my touch. Feeling her abject panic of the unknown. She has lovely, soft skin.

I take my time, pressing, rubbing, scratching, exploring. When I stop, my hands are resting on her sides just below the armpits. I love watching her desperate fingers slowly claw at the chains and padded straps holding each wrist high above her head and then for a time each girl simply hangs limply in resignation to her fate, before I begin repeating the process.

I look into aspen’s face for a long while trying to read her innermost thoughts. It is a pretty face, surrounded with a halo of bright red hair. Her long, lightly curled red hairs are disarranged now, but not too much. She has a small nose and a little bridge of freckles. Both slave girls find that the Shiatsu points of this anointment of almond oil are occasionally fairly penetrating.

Towards the end, the girls now stand in silence as my firm pressure causes each nipple to stand out very hard and to swell and extend well beyond either of my slave girls’ previous experience.

For both girls this takes well over an hour, but such is the life of a White Slaver.

When I am finished with the oil, I wipe my hands dry in both girls’ hair, in order to next firmly grasp each now very oiled and slippery slave girls.

Beginning with aspen, I remove her blindfold and turn her to face me, lifting a shiny collection of thin black straps to her eyes.

While placing the one-inch black leather belt around her hips, I ask her.

[/b]"Well, tell me honestly, aspen, don't you think you will look divine in this?"

I watch as she casts down her eyes and blushes as only a redhead can blush.

With the ball gag filling her mouth, aspen is incapable of replying and since she has been suspended and on her toes for so long, she can only wonder at relief as I release her wrists from the ceiling chain and just as quickly place her still bound wrists over and behind the back of her head.

Standing behind her, a quick click of the snap and a cinching of a roller buckle at the small of her back seals her new bondage position as well as her afternoon’s fate.

Turning her around to face me aspen squeals her distress and thrusts her breasts forward towards me.

I look down at her stomach to where the belt around her waist forms a Y dropping between her thighs and disappears. I reach up and place a hand on each of her elbows wantonly displayed on each side of her head.

Since she can still move her wrists, tightening another two notches of the strap running up her spine is called for.

As I turn her around, she starts to panic, tugging at the tight strap, which is locked behind her head to her padded wrist bracelets now pulling her hands down towards the bottom of her shoulder blades.

The positioning of her arms makes her equally delicious from the rear. She flutters her shoulders against the agony. I watch her shift her weight to try to ease the belt cutting into her. There is an implacable quality about tight leather. The taper of her legs allows a separation to where her thighs gracefully met her trim, tight buttocks, which lead to those elegant legs and red leather-encased toes.

Her buttocks are firm and so well shaped, this present bondage accentuation makes that portion of her so desirable and the strap cutting into the front of her lower anatomy accentuates her shaved pussy so very attractive.

" Your prior life is over. There is no escape there is no return. You are being trained as a personal sexual slave. Don't shake your head, get used to the idea. You must learn restraint. I need to know how much potential you have as a sex toy. If you want to survive with a minimum of pain, get through your training as quickly as possible."

I open the cage door and motion to aspen.

” "Okay, girl. Strut your stuff. Get in there! Facing the door, your back to the bars.”

Leading her by an elbow, she tiptoes, tottering unsteadily on her toes to her place, still exploring the alternative of standing on her toes or suffering from the sharp pebble biting into the heel of each foot. She is breathing hard. Her nipples are so very hard and tight. It is difficult for me not to resist the urge to kiss and nibble on them.

As I quickly release aleskia from her suspension. And strap her wrists behind her head in a similar fashion to aspen, suddenly there is a soft whisper coming from aleskia. Her amazing eyes are lovingly pleading now.

"Sir? Please let me speak to you?"

I can see that she is starting to get hysterical, her bare breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing as I tighten her strap behind her spine three more notches.

Her voice cracks as she struggles with the pain in her shoulders. I nod. She raises her pretty eyebrows above her expressive eyes and whispers to me,

"Please take out aspen’s gag. I’m sorry. I promise I'll be good for you. I'll kiss you. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. I'll make love to you. I'll do anything. I'll scream for you. Please take her gag out. Wouldn't you rather fuck me than do this?"

I kiss her face, feeling the wetness of her tears. The sensitivity of her oiled skin seems to send out energy, as if electricity is jumping from her skin to my lips and fingers as I softly reply.

"Yes, you will do anything I want, aleskia. Your compliance is what is required. For you to achieve compliance, you should focus on the pragmatic nature of your problem here. Don't you agree that your current situation calls for complete cooperation? You are going to be fine. Just look forward to the nice reward you will get tomorrow morning.
You're nowhere near hot enough to be fucked yet; you've got to be really hot for it.

But first, you are going to be subservient this afternoon, aren’t you?"

My new slave girl, aleskia, stares back at me, so again I caress and fondle her right breast. Once again I ask her:

"No problem. Right?"

Body heat is very nice, especially in contrast with the coolness of the room. I squeeze her breast again, this time a little harder, as I once again ask.

"Right?"

In order to simply obey, with a deep sob of utter humiliation she swallows hard as she subdues her pride and the confirming response is almost inaudible. A low moan comes from aleskia who now appears to fully appreciate the fact that for now at least, she is mine to do with as I wish.

I give her a very simple command.

” ok, pretty one, into the cage with aspen. Facing her. Do it now!”

Not moving, the blonde looks around, wondering if there is some other option.

CRACK !

The short leather strap strikes her, high across the back of her thighs. It is the first time I have struck aleskia.

Suddenly aleskia is pale from her nose to her pretty toes as under my guidance from my hand at the small of her back and on her upraised right arm I force her to quickly tiptoe into the small cage pressing against aspen. I see the beginnings of a new understanding of our relationship in her eyes.

Her presence in the cage forces aspen to press her elbows hard against the bars behind her back. The only option for aleskia is to do the same. When they are standing face to face, I force the door close and lock it.

Anguished sighs and despair from their new situation rings against the sound of the door clanging shut as my closing of the cage’s door forces them even closer together.

Without saying anything more, I walk around the cage, watching them. Heads fling from side to side is sudden desperation, breasts twisting across breast, eyes sharing distress. They are locked in position. Along with nipples in constant contact with each other, their bodies are locked together from their knees to their shoulders, very firmly pressed against each other.

A woman’s nipples are loaded with magic. I smile, knowing that any motion of one girl will transmit to the nipples of the other. By their posture I’m pretty sure that they realized it as well and aleskia has lost her pale complexion, to be replaced by a red glow in her cheeks as she fights the sensations caused by nature.

She follows my movements with her wet pleading eyes. Spiked shoes, wracked arms, tight crotch straps and tortured nipples compete for each woman’s attention.

After a fairly short period of time, their breathing returns to a more normal pace. At least normal for two sexually aroused females being taken further down their path towards slavery. I am quite sure that very quickly both girls’ thinking will become totally disorganized.

“Well done girls, I know it is not very comfortable and you are not very happy right now, but you are at last starting to accept your new position in life here at my compound and beyond. You should be a great comfort to each other. Enjoy your quality time together.”[b]

The two women brush their checks together in a silent communion. I get a flash of anger from aleskia, obviously not wanting to speak while I am present. Displaying only contrite submission on her face, aspen simply stands in silent anguish as the two women’s arms and shoulders flutter against their respective straps and their breasts begin a slow twist, rubbing across each other’s body.

In an effort to gain my favor and hopeful release, their eyes quietly regard me. They stare back at me, with wide, wondering eyes blazing in a feminine defiance of my will.