The Training of Scarlet Worthy (15 page)

I continued to pleasure her for twenty minutes. During that time she checked on the status of the dinner engagement with the Judge, as well as a few other items on her calendar. Finally she stood. She was still on the phone and once more she held me by my hair as if it were a leash. Together we left her bedroom – she walking and me crawling.

She led me into an adjacent room. It was dark but for a single spot light in the center of the room. The only light fell on a single simple straight-backed chair. The floor was cool and hard on my knees as I crawled to a place directly in front of the chair.

“Stand up and strip.” She stood in the darkness several yards from the lighted chair. “Fold your clothes neatly and place them on the floor beside you.” She instructed. She was still on the phone.

I stood meekly. I had never been naked in front of anyone in my life, except perhaps my doctor back in Nebraska.
My god,
I thought.
How long ago was that?

I started to unbutton my blouse. She passed me and she sat in the chair, motioning for me to hurry. I folded the blouse and laid it on the floor, wiggled out of my skirt and did the same. I paused. I took a deep breath. I unhooked my bra and slipped out of my panties. I laid those items on the floor and stood silently naked. My skin was covered in goose bumps. I shivered and tried to cover myself with my hands.

“Yes, I have a new one, she’s with me now. I’ve just begun training her. Yes, she’s very pretty and she’s a redhead Peg, and as I look at her naked before me now, I see she’s a natural red head too. You’ll like her Peg. She’s a shy one, and I think she may be a virgin. I’ll get back to you on the details.” She laughed.

Holy shit, she’s talking about me. She discussing me with a total stranger.
I was mortified.
This can’t be happening to me. I’ll protest. I’ll make her stop.
I love being with her and touching her and being touched, but she can’t expose me to a stranger. That’s not what I agreed to do. I agreed to be hers, not with someone I don’t even know.

“Alright my dear Lady Bradstreet, that’s enough carnal wickedness from you Peg. You’ll get to play with her soon enough. Don’t go drooling all over your phone. Remember the last one? She was here for months before she was trained, before I posted her in France. Keep you panties on.” She laughed once again.

My God it’s Lady Bradstreet, our neighbor.
I thought.
And who was “the last one”? Was it my predecessor THB, the one who is running her business in France – she was a personal slave like me?
The thought was like a lightning bolt, it stuck in my brain. I had admitted that I was a slave. I said it over again in my mind. I am a slave. I am a slave, I’m a slave to my owner. I slumped my shoulders in recognition to what I had become. I was a slave. I had agreed to be in slavery to the woman before me.

She hung up the phone and laid it on top of my clothes. She inched her chair back out of the light.

“Welcome to the Reflection Theater little slave. Soon you will understand the meaning, for now step forward, yes here, into the spot light my dear, and turn with your back to me. I want to examine my property. I always enjoy this part.”

I stepped forward. The light blinded me. I heard a buzzing sound, a small motor sound, it came from above. Something began to appear from above me. My eyes adjusted to the light. Down from the ceiling came a simple horizontal silver rod. In the center of it a circular hole about eight inches in diameter. The rod continued on either side if the circle and led to two smaller holes on either end. My Lady circled to face me.

“I will restrain you while I examine you. The restraint will keep you in place.”

The silver rod stopped in front of me and she took it in her hands. I heard a click. The middle of the rod snapped opened. She held the open part before me.

“Lean forward slave and arch your neck.”

I did so and she placed my neck inside the open circle. With one quick movement she closed the circle and my neck was trapped in the metal collar.

She had me raise my arms and she did the same to my wrists, locking them inside the circles at the end of the bar. I was held in a metal pillory and it was inching skyward. I felt the collar rise from my shoulders and my hands reaching involuntarily toward the ceiling. I was about to stand on my toes to stay up with its movements when the device suddenly stopped.

My Lady stood before me. She held a small device in her hand. “Remote control,” She said. “I love them, they make my life so easy.”

She pitched the device on top of my clothes and walked into the darkness. She opened a door on the very far side of the room and the light from the doorway framed her beautiful body in the golden glow.

She laughed. “Don’t go anywhere pet. I’ll be back soon.” Her voice echoed in the cavernous room.

How long was soon?
I thought. I was dangling naked under the glare of a spotlight. I wiggled in my silver stocks. It was hopeless to get free. I looked down at my feet. The floor was shiny and a bit slippery. My body was warming under the light yet my nipples were engorged and throbbing. The captivity was strangely erotic.

Now I was a chained slave, and dangling in place until my Mistress needed me for her use. I felt like a toy. I was weak from the shame of it all, yet worse my pussy was once again wet from the humiliation.

A half hour passed. The door opened and Mistress Julia stepped into my dungeon. I raised my head in my shackles. Suddenly the once dark and cavernous room was awash in light. I blinked my eyes to adjust to it. I looked in shock, trying to assemble the vision in my mind. The room was half the size of a gymnasium and circular in shape. The walls solid mirrors from top to bottom including the ceiling. I looked down. The cold and slippery floor was also a solid mirror.

In the center of the room stood an image that was the only color in the otherwise stark room. A red haired woman stood alone. She was dangling in metal stocks. I knew it was me. I gasped in recognition. There was an echo. The only other item in the room was that single spindle of a chair.

I heard the sounds of footsteps. It was the sound of My Lady’s heels as she approached me. She had changed clothes in the time that I hung suspended in wait for her. Now she was in a black leather bustier, nipped severely at the waist. In her right hand she gripped a riding crop and in her left a small workout tote bag. She stopped in front of me.

“Did you miss me Sibyl?” She slid the chair to face me and she sat waiting.

“Yes My Lady.” I managed to squeak.

“Good, let’s get started. We have much to cover, and I do have that diner date with the Judge tonight. Did you note that in my calendar Miss Sybil Smith? Of course you couldn’t. You’ve been tied up.” She laughed.

“I don’t like the name Sibyl Smith.” She spoke as if making a casual observation. “I like to rename my slaves once they are collard, and you will be collard tomorrow.” She inched closer, her face only inches from my pussy. She twirled my pussy hair in her fingers. “You have a substantial growth here slave, and such a pretty red it is. It’s almost scarlet. Perfect!” She shouted. “Your new name will be Scarlet, and the last name? Worthy, yes -from tomorrow on - you will be Miss Scarlet Worthy. I love it. It’s much bolder than Sibyl, and it will fit the new image that I have planned and arranged for you my dear Scarlet. Do you like your name? Never mind you’ll get used to it, just like Cook, and Madison and the others.”

My mind was spinning. She can’t rename me. I’m a person. I’m Sibyl Smith from Nebraska. “You can’t ….

“What did you say Scarlet? Did you say I can’t?”

She stood quickly and moved to one side of me.

Thwack! A blow of the riding crop landed harshly on my ass cheek.

“Owww, ouch!” I screamed.

“Don’t ever again tell me what I can, or what I cannot do with you Scarlet. You belong to me. I have chosen to name you Scarlet Worthy and that is what it will be. Furthermore, I am more than capable of making such a change. I told you that I’m well connected. I own other slaves from Bath, to London, Paris, New York - all over the world. My contacts love me or fear me, but either way I get what I want done, and done quickly.”

She circled me and grabbed my jaw in the palm of her hand. “When I’m finished with you today, trust me, by tomorrow night you
will
be Scarlet Worthy. That is how your birth certificate, your Passport, and your driver’s license will all read. There will be no evidence of a Sibyl Smith anywhere. Your enrollment in the Imperial College of London has been deleted. Tomorrow it will be replaced, with your new record, and it will be in the name Scarlet Worthy.”

She took her place once more in front of me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. In every direction I looked I was reflected in mirrors. The light showed only me struggling in my nakedness. If I looked away to one side and I saw a red haired woman trashing in bondage, from below the reflection of my naked pussy and my breast - my face contorted and my breathing laboring in the reflection from below.

“Incidentally, my dear Scarlet if you’re good, I will have your grades improved even more.” She laughed. For the first time I realized the power this woman held. I had stepped into her trap and she had cleverly sprung it on me. I slumped in surrender. I had little energy to resist her.

“By the way, we are recording this little adventure. I record all of my sessions. That way my slaves will remember their status, and if they seem to fail me, or forget that I own them, I will simply expose them to the press, or to their friends and spouses including their employer. Video images are quite powerful. I’ve made this same explanation to many people of influence who have found themselves dangling as you are now.”

She began fumbling with the contents of the satchel, but before she exposed its contents, she stood and stepped directly in front of me.

“It’s amazing how quickly a member of the House of Commons will jump when I request something as simple as erasing your history and inserting my new piece of property - one Scarlet Worthy in this case. Does it shock you that I have enslaved people in those positions? If you could only see the video my dear Scarlet. There is nothing like the image of a naked and squealing magistrate, one bound like yourself, to refresh his need to do as I request. Simple favors is all I ask. Just change some computer records. That’s all.”

She returned her full attention to me. “Head up darling,” she said. I stood as tall and as straight as I could. I was eye level with her shoulder blades. She cupped my face in her palms and kissed me. Then she kissed me again most passionately. I felt as if I was given a present. Her kiss made me warm and I felt a strange felling, even bound as I was, I knew she cared for me. She released me from her passion.

“The next day or so will be hard for you Scarlet. In a week however, you will see things differently, and you will not regret belonging to me. That I promise you. We will have fun always. I, and all of the others I command, will treat you like the royal Princess Scarlet Worthy, a Princess that you are about to become.”

Her words came easy and in a sultry whisper. “Do your best to let the new Scarlet take over. Relax and let Scarlet step into your body. You’ll love what you see in the mirror by weeks end.”

She turned. I said nothing. My curiosity was beginning to grow.
What would happen in the next few days? What would happen to me now?

Lady Julia once more busied herself with her satchel. She brushed her silken hair aside and began looking for something in the case. I took stock of my position. I was not uncomfortable, the stocks didn’t pinch and they were light. I found that I could actually hang in them to relax and take the weight off while I stood, bound in place as I was.

I thought about the size of this room.
What was the room made for? It could easily hold hundreds, and here I am a single slave under the glare of all of these lights and in mirrors as far as the eye could see. It must have cost a fortune to build the reflection theater.

It was intimidating to be exposed like this. There appeared to be no color in the room except that of my exposed flesh, my red hair and My Lady’s black bustier. It was strangely erotic to be the center of attention in such a space.

I returned my attention to my captor. She looked up at me and paused. She seemed momentarily interrupted. Her face grew soft. There was a different lilt in her voice. “You’re a beautiful young woman Scarlet.” She smiled. “I want us to have a special relationship. I know it’s hard to imagine that I could feel that way, or that you could imagine such a thing. You’re probably out of your mind with curiosity, perhaps dealing with some regret and certainly apprehension. All of those feelings are natural, but I will never hurt you, and any discomfort you feel will soon be over. In time you will yearn for my spankings. I know these things about you. I’m falling in …..” She stopped her dialogue and stood abruptly.

“I’m going to restrain you further - at first you will want to rebel. Don’t do so, or I will have to use the crop. You don’t want more of the crop, or do you?”

“No Mistress Julia, I don’t want the crop. Please no. It stings.”

She withdrew a brown leather item from the bag. It looked oddly familiar. There were many strap and buckles. She held it in front of my eyes.

“Scarlet, this is a halter and a bit. It’s for your training, and my pleasure. I don’t want any of your silly interruptions or pleadings, other than your moans of pleasure, while I take a closer view of you - a closer inspection of my property.”

She wasted no time. She quickly slipped the leather straps over my head. There was a broad band of leather that went from the front, over the top of my head to connect somewhere in the rear. Another strap went under my chin and my nose protruded through two triangular crossing of leather. She pulled the straps tight. My head felt restrained in a leather harness much like the ones that were on our horses from day we rode together. The smell of the leather was intoxicating. I struggled as she secured the harness. It was then that I saw the next attachment. She dangled it in front of me. I recoiled in my restraints.
It’s a bit, like a horses bit, she’s going to put it in my mouth. How can this be happening to me?