Jingles 02

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‘So, does my posh English girl want to join the slave pen and be played with?’

Nik had, of course, always known about my submissive tendencies, and how to trigger them; she was doing so now with great skill. But other members of the Elite were unaware of them. I had come to the Manor for the kinky weekend as part of Nik’s entourage, to enjoy her penchant for taking submissive women and using them. Now, it, seemed I was to be transformed into one of them. There could be only one answer to her question, and I took care to phrase it correctly.

‘Yes Miss Nikita, if it would please you.’

She grinned.

‘Good girl. Well, I am sending you to Nina to deal with. She will prepare you for your new role. Go to her now, I will deal with the other submissives.’

So, with legs trembling and my stomach doing somersaults, I headed for Nina’s room. On the way, some of the slave girls walked past me, stark naked, the marks of their caning or whipping evident on their bodies. My mind refused to process the realisation that I was about to join their number. ‘No!’ It kept saying this was impossible. I was one of the Elite by birth and custom.

As I got to the room, Nina’s assistant greeted me:

‘Go in, she is expecting you.’

What I had not been expecting was to see Slave X, the woman who had been “given” to me to be with, who I had allowed to spank me, setting off this whole affair. X stood, stark naked, the cane marks I had inflicted on her breasts and stomach, all too visible. Nina, until now my equal, stood there and looked down at me.

‘So, Pixie, you want to be a slave girl, I am told? Can that be right, or has Nik misunderstood?’

Blushing a deep red, I answered as expected:

‘Yes Miss Nina.’

‘Why is that Pixie?’

‘Miss, I let X spank me, which has upset the balance and unless I allow X to become the plaything of all the other slaves, the only way for me to right the balance is to submit myself.’

Nine grinned. This, I thought, was clearly something dreamed up by her and Nik to get me where I was now.

‘So, Pixie, you understand what this means?’

‘That I become a slave girl, Miss Nina.’

‘Oh, so much more than that Pixie, so much more.’

My legs shook and I felt a feeling of impending doom.

‘X, go and strip her.’

‘Yes Miss Nina.’

My former slave came over to me and, without asking my permission, unzipped my dress and took it off, before brusquely pulling my knickers down and getting me to step out of them. With my shoes off, I stood naked.

‘Her rings, earrings and necklace too, X!’

‘Yes Miss.’

I took my jewellery off and gave it to X.

‘There is not much of you, girl, your tits are smaller than X’s. But we do have a problem with you – apart from the fact you are even less desirable than X.’

She, too, knew my triggers. Being diminished and downgraded because of my lack of curves always got me going.

‘The other slaves will know who you are and might get the idea that other members of the Elite could be used as you will be. We cannot have that. X will you get her a bathing cap and bring the hood.’

I watched X walk over to get the objects, her arse showing the stripes I had inflicted on her; I shivered.

As X turned to face me, I could hear her whisper:

‘Sorry Miss, but you know I have no choice.’

As Nina could see me, I said nothing as X pulled my hair into a bathing cap before placing a leather hood on my head. The world went dark. I could see through the eye holes, and my nose and mouth were both visible, but all of a sudden, I had become anonymous.

‘Good, now fit her with the equipment, X. Open your legs girl!”

I felt something cold around my neck. I moment later I felt X tweak and pull my right nipple and then – fuck, the pain as she clamped it before, a moment later, doing the same with my left nipple. I moaned and moved, only to hear a noise like bells jingling. Just as I was coping with my nipples going numb, I felt X’s fingers on my labia, pulling them before (and again I moaned) clamping them, As I moved in pain, there was more jingling.

‘I think we shall call this one Jingles, don’t you, X? She looks so good in that combined collar, nipple and clit clamp set. Wiggle for us, Jingles.’

Overwhelmed by the stimulation to my aching nipples and pussy, I did as I was told.

‘There, don’t you think Jingles suits her, X?’

‘Yes Miss, very tuneful.’

‘As you have been such a good girl, X, we are going to make Jingles your little helper. You will have to take her clamps off in a while – we don’t want to damage her – but once she is pierced, that problem will be solved.’

Already lost in a fog of erotic lust, I almost came with her words. She was going to have me pierced, me? I was a member of the Elite, I was here only because Nikita had taken aksaray escort advantage of what she knew about me; they could not be thinking of having me pierced? As the thought passed through my mind, my pussy clenched; it took an effort not to cum.

‘Oh, did you see that X? Feel her cunt, tell me what it is like.’

I felt her finger slide along my lips.

‘The slut is soaking wet Miss Nina.’

‘Well, I think you should slip that leash on her collar and take her to the slave yard.’

The thought of walking outside, naked and clamped, again almost brought me to a frictionless orgasm.

I was trembling as X put the leash on my collar. To walk out there, not merely naked, but in a hood, with my nipples and clit clamped, and to be seen that way by other members of the Elite and by the slaves, and to be led by the lowliest of the latter, X, made my cunt drip.

I could see eyes turn to me. No doubt they were asking who this new slave was, and what X was doing leading her. They did not have long to wait for the answer.

‘Ladies, I want to introduce you all to Jingles. Jingles, show us all why that it is your name.’

I had no choice, so I did a little dance which made my bells jingle. I heard applause and laughter.

‘Good girl. Now, before you are allocated to your Mistresses for the night, I thought it might be a good preparation for you to see Jingles used. Mads, step forward. X, take your slave to her and get her onto all fours, head down and ready to be used.’

X looked anguished, but we both knew she had no choice, worse would happen to us both if there was any hesitation.

Thus, it was that I found myself pulled towards a young blonde woman. She was a little taller than me, and the leather bustier she was wearing did not altogether conceal that she was almost as small as I was in the breast area. She grinned.

‘Thank you, X.,’

‘Thank you Miss Mads.’

The hood prevented me from seeing what was happening around me, but I could sense the tension.

‘Now, Jingles, I want you to lubricate my girl cock while X lubricates your asshole.’

I had hoped it would be my aching cunt which would be taken, but it was clear that Nina’s aim was to subject me to the deepest humiliation; I was to be spit roasted.

I felt X’s tongue attack my tight arsehole, making me moan, opening my mouth so that Miss Mads could make me lubricate the strap on with which she was doing to sodomise me. The cold rubber was not too thick, for which I was grateful giving where it was going to go. She grabbed my head and used me hard, making me gag and drool. X’s tongue was turning me on. The thought that all my friends in the Elite, and the slaves were watching me used like this made my cunt drip.

‘Stop, X, get her into position. I want you to spread her ass.’

I felt X’s hands, hands I wanted to kiss, stretch me open. I felt a finger placing something cold and sticky on my already wet arsehole and roughly pushing into me. I gasped.

I shivered and moaned into my mask as I felt the bulbous tip pressed against my tight hole. Despite the lubrication, it felt sore. I tried to relax but could feel that it was making me even wetter. What was wrong with me? My brain told me I did not want this, but my body was telling another story. My thoughts were wrenched from introspection as Miss Mads began to spank me. She had a very firm hand.

‘That’s it, slut, relax, it will go easier with you.’

I did as she told me. She was right. As I eased up, she pressed against the muscle and, as she pushed through it, I almost came. The hood made it easier to withdraw into myself, but as I did so, I found myself focussing on the tension building in my core. My cunt was aching, the humiliation of having my arse filled and my cunt empty was, by itself, triggering, but that it was happening in public, and that X was participating made it all the more intense. I tried concentrating on my breathing to control my body. It was not that I did not want to cum – I did; it was that I had not been given permission, and I knew instinctively that to cum without permission would open up a new world of possible pain.

I gasped as Miss Mads spanked me, but loved the feel of her firm hand on my bum. There was no disguising from myself that being used like this was what I craved. How, I wondered, was X going to take this? I so wanted to kiss her, but now she had seen me degraded like this, would she still want me?

I felt Miss Mad’s nails run down my back, knowing from the pain that she had left marks there.

‘Right, Jingles, that’s enough, come and clean my girl cock.’

As Miss Mads pulled out roughly, I could feel that my arsehole was still open. I turned and, despite the acrid taste, I sucked and cleaned her girl cock.

‘X, put the plug up her arse, now.’

I sensed X’s reluctance to do so, but a few amasya escort moments later felt the thickest part of the plug press though my opened hole.

I felt a pat on my head.

‘Good girl Jingles. I shall look forward to using you soon.’

Knowing what was needed, and actually grateful for the pleasure she had given me, I thanked Miss Mads by kissing her boots.

‘Good puppy, Jingles,’ she said, patting me on the head. My arsehole ached, my arse cheeks ached, I was as wet as I had ever been, and my clit felt as though the merest touch would be enough to make me cum, all of which contributed to my ability to ignore the fact that I had been used and humiliated in public.

‘X, put her lead back on and take her back to Nina. See you soon Jingles.’

‘You better stand, little Jingles,’ X said. I could see in her face the struggle she was having, but since we knew the consequences of her treating me as though I was anything other than the lowest slave girl, we both knew what had to be done.

I let her lead me back to Nina’s room, watching her arse wiggle on the way and reflecting that it was me who had put those marks there.

We got to the room. Nina was standing there, dressed in the leather bustier worn by the Elite. It showed her ample cleavage off to good effect, and in stockings and high leather boots, she looked the very image of the female dominant. Ignoring me she addressed herself to X:

‘You did well out there X, I am pleased with you. If you perform well here, then you may be assured of special treatment.’

‘Thank you, Miss Nina; it is my pleasure to serve.’

‘And who is your Mistress here, X?’

‘You are Miss.’

‘What about Jingles?’

‘She is a slave Miss.’

‘Good girl. Now, Jingles, thank X for helping you.’

I was glad my face was still hidden under the hood, as it spared my blushes. Earlier I had been a member of the Elite, and it was out of my feelings for X that I had spared her, and now I had to thank her for leading me about and letting Miss Mads use me.

‘Thank you, X.’

Her response, ‘thank you little Jingles,’ had me aching between my legs. Something in me was relishing my own downgrading, and the fact it was my former slave, X, who was doing it brought me close to orgasm.

‘X, Jingles is to be our puppy tonight, so take her hood off – and I think you can replace that plug with one with a tail.’

‘Yes, Miss Nina.’

I blinked at the intrusion of light. I knew what had to be done, so I got on all fours and presented my arse.

‘Good little Jingles,’ X said, ‘I could get used to seeing her like this, Miss Nina.’

‘Well, as she is going to be your puppy too, that is good to hear.’

‘Stay still, little Jingles, I am just going to replace the plug.’

‘Yes, Miss X,’ I said, the honorific just slipping out naturally.

I felt her hands steady me, and then slowly, she pulled the plug out, the ‘pop’ as it exited so audible, it was like a champagne bottle opening. I felt her lubricate me, unable to prevent myself from pushing back and moaning.

‘She likes it X. I can smell the horny little bitch from here.’

I grunted as she twisted the tail plug into my gaping hole. I could see myself in the mirror.

‘Let’s see you wag your tail, pet,’ Nina said.

I did so.

‘Now, bark and get into begging position.’

I heard the noise of a bark, realising it was me, I blushed. X giggled.

‘Now X, I want you in your accustomed position. Your former Mistress can watch.’

‘Yes Miss,’ X replied.

‘Jingle go fetch my belt from the chair,’

I barked and crawled over to get it, bringing it back between my lips.

‘Thank you, puppy. Now kneel and watch. X, lick my boots.’

I watched as X lowered herself to a position where she could lick Miss Nina’s boots. It was clear X was in her paradise zone. Cleaning the boots of a domme made her buzz – and I realised she was not the only one.

I watched as she took her black leather belt and felt her patting my head.

‘Good puppy.’

X opened her mouth, sucking the heel eagerly, swirling her tongue around the length as if it were an enlarged clitoris.

‘Your girl is such a good slut Jingles. I know you have feelings for her, but she is mine here. Look at her devotion to me. Do you think she will suck my clit in that way?’

As that was precisely what I had been thinking, I barked my agreement.

X was clearly lost deep in subspace, licking the dirt from Miss Nina’s boots. I watched with excited fascination, and then dread as she unrolled the belt the let it glide over X’s sexy back and tight ass.

‘Now Jingles, paws up puppy, in a begging pose.’

As I obeyed, I could see X watching me from the corner of her eye.

‘X has agreed to take the punishment Miss Nik wanted to inflict on you, so thank her respectfully.’

My antalya escort heart swelled. I hated the idea of having a belt used on me, and for X to take may place was, I thought, an act of love, which meant I had no hesitation on thanking her.

‘Thank you, Miss X.’,

X did not hesitate, her torso scraping the floor as she worshipped Miss Nina’s boot.’

‘You are welcome, little Jingles.’

From my begging position, I watched as Miss Nina did one last stroke with the leather along X’s back, and then, pulling back she struck with a loud crack, catching X’s lower back and arse, making her groan as the noise reverberated. X screamed in surprise and then composed herself, letting out a soft moan.

I flinched. It was as though I felt it myself.

‘Jingles, though you are only a dumb puppy, you ought to be able to count, so bark out each stroke.’

I barked once.

Miss Nina rolled the leather over the mark she had just made on her back, and then struck with another sharp crack, this time across her arse. X let out a louder moan, and I barked twice. She slid her boot away from X’s mouth and placed it on her head. The third stroke hit her arse crack, making her moan. I barked three times. The next two came in quick succession, across her back. Her arse and back must have been on fire, I barked five times. Two more followed, making X moan uncontrollably. I barked six times.

‘Look at your girl, Jingles, she is a dirty little pain slut.’

Miss Nina pressed her head hard into the floor. I could see X was beginning to quiver. Then suddenly, she reached over and slapped my face.

‘You dumb bitch, can’t you even count.? That was number seven, for that I will give her an extra stroke as you only barked six times.’

I was mortified. How dare she call me ‘dumb?’ But I was, I had just cost X one more stroke of the belt.

Miss Nina struck hard, biting hard into her lower back and arse. I barked seven times. Three more followed as Miss Nina really got into her rhythm. Moaning in ecstatic agony, X collapsed to the floor. Miss Nina lifted her foot and pushed it back to her mouth, sucking on the heel as though it was a pacified.

‘Suck it like a little cock slut,’ Miss Nina commanded, as X took the heel, bobbing her head up and down it, debasing herself for me.

‘Now, little Jingles, put some salve on her wounds – and while you are at it, clean up her cunt and arse.’

I had seen some oils on the bedside cabinet, and scurried over, carrying them back in my mouth.

X was a quivering mess. Gently, I poured some soothing oil onto her wounds, anointing them. As I did so, she spread her cheeks, and I began to rim her tight hole. She arched her back, allowing me access to her wet, smelly cunt. She moaned, in the throes of passion.

Even as I was eating her out, I felt a movement.

‘Turn over, X, be careful.’

Groaning, X did as she had been instructed.

‘Keep licking, puppy.’

I did as I was instructed, but could see Miss Nina squat down over X’s face, pulling her thong to one side.

‘While the puppy girl eats you out, you are going to eat me out X. Show her what a good pussy licker you are.’

I felt X move so that she could get her mouth where it was needed, and within moments, Miss Nina was moaning.

‘Fuck, she’s good. It was so hot, little Jingles, watching you watch her serve me. You are now beneath even her in the hierarchy here at the Manor.’

Whatever else she was going to say was swallowed up by the effect X’s mouth was having on her pussy.

‘Taste how wet you made me, yes, yes, that’s it, use the length of your tongue to please me.’

I did to X what Miss Nina was telling her to do to her. My broad tongue lapped slowly along the wetness, making X raise her hips. She was soaking wet. My nose pressed against her clit, before I pressed it between my lips. My index finger slid into her tight arsehole. She moaned into Miss Nina’s pussy, making her groan. As I licked and fingered X, she lapped up Miss Nina’s wetness.

After a few minutes X’s juices began to thicken, I could feel her tensing. Even as I tugged on her clit, Miss Nina came and came hard, grinding herself on X, who pressed against me as she came, her juices spattering my face. I lapped up her juices, knowing she was doing the same to Miss Nina.

As they both calmed down, Miss Nina rose from her squatting position.

‘You are a very good pussy licker, X, and I am glad our puppy has pleased you.’

‘Thank you for letting me lick your superior pussy Miss Nina, and for letting little Jingles please me.’

‘You are welcome, X, now you can get up – and you can kiss little Jingles.’

There was almost a grin on X’s face as she knelt and came to me. I could see the glistening traces of Miss Nina’s orgasm on her face, smell it on her face and, as we kissed and she pushed her tongue into my mouth, I could finally taste her too.

‘What a beautiful tableau, X. Now I shall go and change. You two can have some time together before we get on to what I have in store for you.’

As she left, X mouthed to me: ‘I love you Jingles.’ I mouthed the same back, wondering what was coming next.