Alyce 

The plane began its descent.  As she felt the decline, Alyce fidgeted against the restraint of the seat belt.  She had been given the option of not making this last leg of the journey.  Less than an hour before she had been in Amsterdam.  There had been a two-hour layover before she boarded the airplane for the eastern counties of England.  Mister had given her the opportunity to change her mind before she left San Francisco.

“If you don’t want to go through with this, all you have to do is not get on the plane.  You do understand what will happen once you get off the flight in Norfolk, don’t you?”

“Yes.  I understand completely.  I will be there for a month with no option of leaving.”

“Good.  Now,  My Darling Alyce, it is time for you to leave on your journey.  Return to me in a month.”  Mister stroked her cheek and trailed his fingers down her neck to the breastbone.  Other passengers in the VIP lounge of KLM would have thought them merely lovers taking leave of each other.  His right arm encircled her waist and his hand lay on the ample bulge of her rear cheeks.  He pulled her to him, laid his other hand on her breast and covered her mouth with his in a deep, passionate kiss as he squeezed her breast firmly and massaged her rear with the other.  His beard tickled her chin as he bit into her lip and probed her mouth with his.  “Be good and learn well.”

Mister turned and left just as Alyce’s flight was being announced.  He did not fit the picture of the traditional lover.  He was shorter than Alyce.  He was overweight, and he smoked large cigars. 

She had met him when he had brought one of his submissives to her for training.  Alyce was well known within the circle of high-power dominants as one who could train the most recalcitrant submissives and return them to their dominants, ready and willing to provide every pleasure both the sub and dom/domme could imagine.  But something had gone wrong.  Alyce and Mister had come to love each other.  And Alyce had agreed to undergo submissive training.  Mister had chosen a demanding sub-master in Europe for her.

The plane bounced once on landing, jarring Alyce out of her reverie.  Her fingers fluttered around the buckle on the seatbelt.  She hesitated.  She waited for the other passengers to deplane.  She was the last to leave the cabin.  Taking a deep breath of the moist English air, she stood to her full six foot stature and walked down the stairway.

Waiting at the foot of the stairs was Trish, the first submissive Mister had brought to her.  “Mister sent me ahead of you.  He hopes my being here will make this easier for you.  Please, Mistress Alyce, follow me.”

Alyce smiled.  Yes, Mister had thought of her and knew this would be a difficult month.  And, yes, she loved him like she had not loved another.  She loved him enough to be willing to submit to him.  At least she would try.

“Mistress Alyce, your luggage will be collected by Master Thomas’ slaves.”  Trish led Alyce to the silver limousine waiting at the foot of the stairway.  Both entered the automobile and the driver headed for Sandringham Manor.  Though overcast with a mist drifting down, the early spring drive to the Georgian house north of Cambridge was beautiful.  Though others might be depressed by the weather, Alyce loved it.  It was her favorite.  In a strange way, it reminded her of her house north of San Francisco, and it was a comfort.  In about an hour the car pulled into the circular drive of the manor and stopped under the portilico.  Two hooded males in black leather moved toward the car and opened doors for Trish and Alyce and led them into the parlor.

Master Thomas was sitting in a large, wing-backed chair beside the high fireplace.  A snifter of brandy was on the table next to him and he was snuffing out a cigarette.

“Master Thomas,” said Trish kneeling at his feet, “may I introduce Mistress Alyce?”

“No, Trish, she is not Mistress Alyce.  She is Alyce.  In fact, at this moment, you have more status in this household than she.”

“Yes, Master.”  Trish dropped her head and almost whispered at the reprimand.

“Never mind, Trish.  It is time for you to make our guest welcome.  Lead her to the north sitting room and help her dress in the costume we have chosen for her.  Be certain all is in order.  Do you understand, Trish? 

“Yes, Master.”

“Now, Alyce.  You are welcome in this house.  You will be treated with the respect Mister wishes for you, but you will be disciplined and trained to please him.  He has given me his requirements.  Are you ready to proceed?”

Alyce stood her full height.  “Yes, I am ready.”

“Good.  Then Trish will assist you for the moment.  Dinner will be at 8:00 PM and you will be our guest of honor this night.  Until that time, you have time to prepare yourself and get a few moments of rest.”

With that, Master Thomas dismissed the two women and Trish led the way to the north sitting room, up two flights to the top floor of the manor.  It was a relatively small room, but bright.  A large bed dominated the room.  Blue satin covered the bed and a mountain of pillows graced the bed.  French doors covered with white lace opened onto a small balcony.  Once closed, blue velvet draperies could be closed.  Off the room was a small lavatory complete with a tub.

“This is to be your room while you are here, Misst…Alyce.”

“Thank you, Trish.  Now, I could use a few minutes to refresh.”

“Oh, no, M…Alyce.  I have orders to take care of you.  Master Thomas has ordered a bath and for you to dress.”

“That won’t take long, Trish.  We have more than two and a half hours until dinner.”

“Oh, yes, it will take some time.  Please, Alyce, let me do what I have to or I will be punished. 

Alyce sighed.  “OK Trish.  What do we do?”

Trish was obviously relieved.  “I will give you a bath, as Master Thomas has ordered.  If you will undress, we can begin.”

Alyce removed the travel clothing she was wearing and stood naked in the middle of the room.

“Come into the lavatory, Alyce.”

Alyce walked into the lavatory and found a full bathtub of water.  She stepped into the warm water and gently sank into it.  The water was soothing.  Trish removed her own outer clothing to reveal only a leather thong.  Kneeling beside the tub, Trish began bathing Alyce.  Hands slickened by soap massaged Alyce.  Every part of her body was soaped and kneaded.  When Trish started to move between her legs Alyce automatically drew them together.

“Please, Alyce.  I must.”

Sighing Alyce spread her legs and allowed Trish to wash the outer lips, circle the clit, and slip a couple of thin fingers into her.  Involuntarily she reacted.

“Oh, no, Alyce.  You mustn’t.  It is not allowed.  Master Thomas will be angry.  Only he is allowed.”

“What?”

“One rule of the house is that no sub may ever orgasm without Master Thomas’ permission.  Both of us will be punished.  Please, don’t.”

Alyce was becoming aggravated and her voice rose.  “Can you tell me just what I’m supposed to do with you playing with my clit and cunt?”

“Alyce.  Keep your voice down.  If Martha hears you, you will be gagged.”

Her voice rising even more, “I will be WHAT?”

“Please, Miss…Alyce, I’m trying to do what I’ve been told and to help you.”

“Listen to Trish.”  It was a harsh female voice from the sitting room.  “I will not give you any further warnings.”

Agitated Trish hurriedly whispered, “It’s Martha.  Be careful. 

“Very well,” Alyce announced, “I will listen to Trish.  Now, can we get this over with?”

“I’m just about finished here.  Please stand.”  Trish released the water from the tub and turned on the showerhead.  Taking it from its location on the wall, she directed the water to every part of Alyce’s body and hair, completing the bath with a quick shampoo.

Trish wrapped Alyce in a large towel and patted her dry.  Leading her into the sitting room, Alyce found clothing laid out on the bed.  “I’m supposed to wear this?” she asked incredulously.

“Alyce, I have to.  Please shut up.  I have to dress you now.”

The first item of clothing was a corset.  Alyce had never worn one in her life.  It stood by itself on the bed.  Boning sewn into the material made the garment take on a life of its own.  It seemed to Alyce that it was almost alive.  “You’ve got to be kidding.  I’m not putting that thing on.”

“No, you’re not.  I’m putting it on you,” said Trish.  “Let’s get started.”

“I’m not wearing that thing.”

Alyce was spun around by a strong hand and felt a stinging slap across her face.  “Listen, you overbearing slut, you will do as you are told in this house.  I know that you have been a mistress, but here you are nothing more than one more difficult submissive.  We have been given our orders as to what you will and will not do.  You have no status here.  You are the lowest and will do as you are told.  Now, let Trish dress you with no more petty complaints.  Is that clear?”  It was Martha.

Rubbing her stinging cheek, Alyce nodded assent. 

“I want to hear your answer, sub.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Martha.”

“No, it’s ‘Yes, Ma’am.’”

Quietly, almost a whisper, Alyce answered, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“I can’t hear you.”

Through gritted teeth Alyce repeated, a decibel louder, “Yes, Ma’am.”

Martha smiled and spoke to Trish.  “This one is going to be fun.  Finish getting her ready.”

Trish bowed her head and replied, “Yes, Ma’am.”  Then to Alyce, “This is the last time I’m warning you.  Do as you are told and you will do well.  Fight anything and you will be punished.  Do you understand?  Now, let’s get the corset on.”

Trish held the corset up to Alyce.  The front portion was already laced.  Trish worked the strings through the eyes on the back and began tightening the corset.  Alyce felt the garment tighten around her middle.  Trish worked the laces pulling the eyelets closer together.  Over and over again she increased the tension until Alyce thought she could no longer breathe.

“We’ll let it stand for a few minutes and let you get used to it before we finish.”

“Before we finish?  I can hardly breathe as it is.”

“Your body will get used to it.  In a few minutes we can tighten it some more.”

“What?”

Ignoring Alyce, Trish proceeded to produce another item.  You will be wearing this at all times in this house.  The only time you will be allowed to remove it is when you have to use the lavatory and bathe daily.”

“I will not!”  Alyce bellowed as Trish held up a device with which Alyce was all too familiar.  She had made her own subs wear it.  A pebbled nub was designed to lie next to the clit, a dildo was to be inserted into the vagina, and a plug into the anus.  All were controlled remotely and could be vibrated at the will of whoever possessed the controls.

“Oh, yes, you will.  All of us, male and female, have a version of this.  That’s what the thong is that I have on.  Now, do I have to call in a couple of the men and have it inserted?  I can guarantee they are not as gentle as I can be.”

“All right.  You do it.  I just don’t have to like it.”

The pebbled nub was laid against Alyce’s clit and she almost immediately reacted.  She felt the dildo slide into her.  It didn’t feel too bad.  In fact, she found it rather pleasant.  When Trish started to insert the plug Alyce’s muscles resisted.

“Relax, Alyce.  You know it will work better if you do.”

Alyce concentrated on relaxing the anal muscle and suddenly felt the plug slip in and fill her.  She had an almost instant desire to orgasm but fought it.  The thong was adjusted, all parts inserted as far as they would go, and then Trish locked them in place.

“They’re locked?” asked Alyce incredulously?

“Yes they are.  See the back of mine.”

All of a sudden Alyce felt a vibration.  “What’s going on?”

“All of the thongs are remotely controlled.  Without warning you will feel the vibrations.  Some times they will be mild.  At other times they will be very strong.” 

All of a sudden Alyce arched her back and started to pant.

Trish almost laughed.  “Like now.  They are strong enough to bring you to orgasm over and over again.  But you have to fight it.  You cannot.  Just remember that.”

The vibrations continued.  Alyce felt her vagina start to contract and the anal muscles pulse.  She closed her eyes and yielded to the temptation.  Just as she was about to come it stopped.

“It happens like that, Alyce.” 

Alyce moved her hands to her crotch and tried to massage the nub against her clit. 

“Nope.  You can’t do that either.  It’s not allowed.”

“Just tell me what IS allowed!” Alyce demanded.

“Careful, Sister, or you will be in the dungeon on your first night.  As far as I know, that has never happened here.  Look, I know Mister has made certain demands for you.  He wants you for a love slave.  You are to be trained to please him in all ways.  He has given Master Thomas a list of things he wants you to be able to do.  If you go along, everything will be fine.  If you don’t he has ordered you to be punished.  I have never seen Mister love anyone like he loves you.  I have never seen him take the pains he has with any other sub like he has with you.  I have been with him since you trained me five years ago.  You know he’s demanding.  After all, you have trained several of us in his household.  Give him a chance.  You will learn that to love him and to please him is your greatest pleasure.”

“OK.  But I feel as though I have got to come, right now!”

“Not now.  Let’s get you dressed.  Mister has ordered all pantyhose thrown away and has bought you a whole collection of garter belts and stockings.  Tonight, it’s white lace.  Here, put this on.”  She handed Alyce the garter belt. 

“Sit on the chair…sit gently.”  Trish giggled.  “And I will get the stockings and shoes on you. 

Trish gently rolled on the white lace stockings and attached them to the garter belt.  She then brought out a pair of white boots.  The boots had 4-inch heels and laced up to Alyce’s ankles.  Once they were in place, Trish produced two locks and locked the boots in place.

“Locks for them, too?”

“Oh, yes.  Locks for everything.  You will find out as we finish.  Now stand so we can adjust the corset.”

Rising from the chair, Alyce wobbled on the high boots and fought for her balance. 

“You will get used to them and ones higher.”

“Higher?”

“Oh, yes, but Mister didn’t want you to suffer too much and ordered that you start out in the four inch ones.  They will get higher as we go on.”

“Oh, damn.”

“Now, hold on to the post of the bed.  I have to tighten the corset.”  Alyce locked her arms around the post and Trish worked on the corset.  Slowly, by fractions of inches, the corset tightened around Alyce.  Panting, Trish finished and tied off the cords.  “Take a look at yourself in the mirror across the room.”

“Well, I do have to admit, I now have cleavage, something I’ve never had before.” 

When finished, Trish started with the undergarments.  The slip slid over Alyce’s head and buttoned along the side to her knees.  But there was no rear.  Her cheeks were beautifully framed by the white satin and lace of the slip.

“I can’t walk in this slip.  It’s too tight around the bottom.”

“It’s supposed to be.  You are to be trained to walk like a lady.  Small steps, swaying on high heels.  Beauty moving across the room.” 

“If that’s what Mister wants, we’ll try.”  Alyce sighed.  This was going to be difficult.

The dress was in three pieces.  Once more there was no rear to the garment.  Alyce’s rear bulged beneath the corset and was once more framed, this time by white and blue lace.  The skirt fit tight and smooth to her knees and then flared to the floor.  The top slipped on from the front.  Long sleeves of lace covered her arms and lace over blue satin buttoned up the back.  Blue and white surrounded her shoulders, leaving her neck and cleavage bare.  The back came only up to her shoulder blades.  Finally, Trish attached the bustle.  At least that covered her rear.  Alyce felt a little better about that.

Once more the vibrations started.

“Oh, no, not again.”  This time they were strong.  Once more Alyce arched her back, closed her eyes and panted shallowly, as much as the corset would allow.  She felt her clit quiver and as quickly as it started it ended. 

“Damn.”  Once more Alyce tried to move her hands over the nub irritating her clit.

“They thought you would try to do that.  There are one or two more things I have to do.”

“What?”

“Just cooperate.  Please.”

Trish moved to the dresser next to the bed and brought out white leather arm binders and mittens.

“NO!  Not those, please.”

“Yes, Alyce.  I have orders if you tried to relieve yourself twice to do it.  Turn around.”

Almost obediently Alyce turned around.  Trish slipped on the arm binders and adjusted the straps and laces, pulling Alyce’s arms back and her breasts up.  Once the binders were in place and locked, Trish added the mittens, locking them to the arm binders.

“So now how am I supposed to balance down those two damned flights of stairs?”

“Well, Sister, that’s for you to figure out.  If you had listened, this would not have happened.  Now sit on the chair while I do your hair and makeup.

Trish arranged Alyce’s hair high on her head with long blond curls trailing down the side of her neck.  She finished the dressing with bright red lipstick and blue eye shadow.

“Take a look in the mirror, Alyce.  You look beautiful.  Just relax here until they come for you for dinner.”

“Relax?  You’ve got to be kidding.  Just wait until I tell Mister how you all have treated me my first night here.”

“Once more, watch your mouth.”

“Yes,” it was Martha again, “watch your mouth.  I have wanted to do this for a long time to teach you who rules around here.”  Martha produced a white leather wrapped ring gag.

“No, please, not that.”  

“Oh, yes, I can see you need the full treatment to understand what it means to be a sub.  Not only must your body be submissive, you entire mind.” 

Martha opened Alyce’s mouth, inserted the ring gag and tightened it, keeping her mouth open for whatever lay in store for her.  When she was finished, she locked this too in place.  “Trish, escort your former mistress to Master Thomas.  He will be interested to know what has been happening.  And you, slut, you will be in my care for most of this stay.  Get used to it.  For now, you will be bound and gagged until you can demonstrate to all us that you are properly submissive.  By the way, you are beautiful.  Let’s see if you have the makings of a true sub.”  With that she raised the bustle, exposing Alyce’ cheeks and gave her two whacks, one on each cheek, with the flat of her hand.  Alyce let loose with a scream.  “Don’t react so.  You know that was no more than a “love” pat.

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Alyce hobbled down the stairs with Trish’s help and was placed in front of the sliding doors to the dining room.  Trish knocked lightly on the door then kneeled to the right of Trish.  The doors opened from the inside upon a room full of gentlemen seated at the table.  Master Thomas was at the head of the table and there was one place to his left vacant.

Master Thomas was jovial.  “Enter My Dear.  Enter and take your place on my left.”

Alyce looked down at Trish, who replied, “You have to do this by yourself.  You’re on your own, now.” 

Slowly, stepping carefully to maintain her balance, Alyce transversed the hall of diners.  All eyes followed her as she made her way to the head of the table.

“Isn’t she lovely, Gentlemen?  Beautiful Alyce has just arrived for training.  We thank our good friend Mister for sending her to us.  We only hope we can serve him as well as he has served us.  Please, Alyce, take your seat at my left.  I see we have had a few problems this afternoon.  Trish, Darling, will you please remain and assist Alyce with dinner?  I can see we will have to make some changes in her menu.  Janos, will you please tell the cook the situation we have here?”

“Yes, Master Thomas.  Is there anything else I need to tell Mrs. Matthews?”

“No, Janos, she will know what to do.” 

Janos, in only a penis sack and leather crossing both chest and back, exited the dining room on his mission. 

“Trish, bring over the stool.  I think Alyce will be more comfortable on it bound as she is.  You may kneel beside her and feed her through the gag.” 

“Yes, Master Thomas.”  Trish performed her tasks and knelt beside Alyce just as a bowl was brought in a set before her.  The diners continued with their meal as Trish spooned what looked like gruel into Alyce’s mouth over the ring gag.  At first Alyce started to refuse the feeding, but a look from Master Thomas had her thinking that it would be better to accept the nasty looking “food.”  Between spoons of food, Trish carefully wiped away the gruel that did not remain in Alyce’s mouth.

Master Thomas continued his discourse:  “As you can see, training a submissive must begin the minute he or she walks into the house.  You cannot let the sub get the idea that no consequences will not follow inappropriate behavior of any kind.  They are here of their on volition.  They must learn house rules quickly and never be allowed to resist.”

As he was talking, Master Thomas stroked Alyce’s neck and breasts.  As she was dining, she was aware that his hand was making its way beneath the dress and the shallow covering of the corset.  She recoiled. 

“As you see, Alyce here is not gracefully accepting the attentions of the master.  Now, we have to be more diligent in our reactions to her.  She is a former mistress.  She is fully aware of the expectations of a submissive.  My Dear Alyce, you know there will be consequences.  However, we will take care of that later this evening.” 

Alyce bowed her head.  Master Thomas continued to caress her.  Soon his hand cupped her breast in full view of all gentlemen at the table.  She turned red.  She wanted to cry, but refrained.  Trish continued to feed her.  And Master Thomas continued to fondle her.  Soon her nipple stood full and red, inviting as a raspberry.  The aureole itself filled to arousal.  She could feel the attentions paid to her breast in the depths of her belly.  She knew a sub should feel gratitude to the master for the attentions.  She wanted to feel this.  She only felt arousal. 

When dinner was completed and brandy served to all, Master Thomas announced:  “I had promised a demonstration of the proper way to spank a submissive.  I had planned to use one of the other subs in this household; however, since Alyce here has been recalcitrant already, she shall serve for the demonstration.  Let us retire to the parlor and I shall proceed with the demonstration.

Alyce’s eyes flew open.  “Yes, my dear, discipline begins quickly here.  You know the way things happen.  You are here for training.  It might as well begin now.  Come, I shall take your arm to steady you into the parlor.”

Large, over-stuffed chairs filled the room.  Next to the large fireplace was a slightly higher chair to which Master Thomas guided her.  He took his place in the chair.

“Alyce, please turn around so I may demonstrate to the gentlemen the proper way to administer an erotic spanking.”

She turned her back to the audience and Master Thomas removed the bustle.  “As you can see, accommodation has been made for such an incidence.  The sub is available at all times to the master for whatever pleases him.” 

“Now, kindly lay across my lap.”  Alyce did as she was instructed.  Master Thomas held her firmly so she would have no fear of falling.  With one hand he held her across his lap, drawing her in close to him.  He gently caressed her exposed rear.  He tapped it.  He delivered one slap and at that moment the vibrators within Alyce began to vibrate gently.  She reacted.  She wasn’t sure if it was to the spank or to the vibrators.  As he was administering the spanking, he explained to his comrades what was happening.  He began slowly.  The spanks were gentle at first.  She knew this.  She had done the same to a submissive herself.  She also knew what should come.  

Slowly the strokes increased in force.  The rhythm was varied.  She could not tell when the next would land on her rear or on what side it would land.  Some times the strokes fell fast and equally on both sides.  Other times they fell at random on the left or right.  Some times they were slow and the anticipation was agonizing.  If she thought about it, it was the anticipation that was worse than the spanking.  Over and over Master Thomas stressed that the spanking itself be linked to the pleasure.  

Lying across his lap, Alyce could feel the pleasure Master Thomas was receiving from the demonstration.  The bulge she was covering grew larger and larger as the spanking continued.  All of a sudden Alyce felt a shift in her attitude take place.  She surrendered to the spanking.  She accepted her punishment.  She allowed herself to feel the emotion and tears of release began to flow.  The spanking continued.  She could feel the sting.  She could feel the heat.  She could feel the vibrators as they increased.  She arched.  She closed her eyes.  She moaned.  She orgasmed.  The spanking stopped.  Master Thomas was holding her, crooning to her, and caressing her. 

“You did well Alyce.  You will become a magnificent submissive if you will only allow yourself.” 

Through her tears Alyce nodded.  Hands were gently lifting her from Master Thomas’ lap and leading her to her room. 

Trish assisted her in undressing.  The corset remained.  The thong remained.  And the gag remained.  The arm restraints were removed, but the mittens remained, though locked in front instead of the back. 

A gentle, familiar voice came through the haze of emotion.  “Sleep well, Love.  Tomorrow will begin early.”   

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