Chapter Twenty: A Week of Experimentation
On the first day of the next week, the sluts were surprised to see that the Sybians were not in place. Instead, on two platforms, there were a variety of restraint and punishment devices.
“Can someone tell me what this is?” Master Xerxes asked, standing next to a large, X shaped, wooden device.
“Sir, it’s a Saint Andrew’s Cross, Sir, Master Xerxes,” answered slut molly.
“Who is your ponyslut?” he asked.
“Sir, slut stephanie, Sir, Master Xerxes,” she answered.
“Well then,” he said with a smile, “why don’t you demonstrate for the squad the various ways in which a Saint Andrew’s Cross can be used to restrain a slut?”
Slut molly stepped forward and signaled to slut stephanie to come stand at the cross. Slut stephanie looked totally confused until slut molly said, “Stand facing the cross and put your arms and legs where the restraints are.”
Slut stephanie said, “Oh,” as she realized what the strange leather things hanging near the top of the cross had to be. She moved closer to the cross and pressed her stomach against where the two pieces of wood crossed. Slut molly spent a few minutes studying the way the leather restraints were attached to the cross and then wrapped one of the restraints around slut stephanie’s right wrist. She then looped the leather thongs through a black D-ring near the end of the cross where it had been hanging loosely and pulled it very tight. A quick slipknot held the thongs in place.
Moving over to the other side, she repeated the process on slut stephanie’s other wrist and then started on her ankles. As she wrapped the larger restraint around slut stephanie’s ankle, Master Xerxes asked, “Why did you start with the wrists rather than the ankles?”
Slut molly paused a moment and then said, “Sir, if you do the ankles first, then you have to pull really hard to get proper tension on the wrists.” She pulled slut stephanie’s left leg over to where the bottom of the cross met the floor. “But if you do the wrists first, then when you do the ankles, the slut’s weight will pull her down and create the proper tension... Sir, Master Xerxes.”
Master Xerxes gave his deep chuckle and said, “Well spoken, slut molly.” He turned to the other dominant sluts and said, “Learn well from her words.”
He then turned back to slut molly and asked, “So, what do you do now?”
Slut molly ran her hand lightly down slut stephanie’s back and patted her lightly on her ass. “Sir, it depends on who you are and what you want to do, Sir, Master Xerxes.” she replied.
“Expand on that,” Master Xerxes said. “And drop the proper form for sake of brevity.”
“If I used a strap-on,” slut molly explained, “I could take her in the ass. Or if I were a man, I could do that directly.” She patted slut stephanie’s ass again— a little harder. “If I wanted to punish her I could paddle her or flog her or cane her.” She pressed her breasts against slut stephanie’s back and reached around to tweak the bound slut’s nipples. “Or if I wanted, I could just play with her body.”
She stepped back and then said, “And all of that could also be done with her bound face out rather than face in.”
“Let’s leave this slut here stewing for the time being,” Master Xerxes said, “and move on to another of these marvelous devices.”
He pointed at Mistress Tawnya, who was standing next to what looked like the roof of a dog house, except there was no dog house under it. “Who knows what this is?” she asked as she ran her fingertips lightly over the strip of metal which capped the top of the roof-like structure.
Slut vivian raised her hand, looking around to see if any of the others were raising theirs. Mistress Tawnya pointed at her and she said, “Ma’am, it is a form of a wooden horse, Ma’am, Mistress Tawnya.”
“Skip the proper form, please,” replied Mistress Tawnya. “But, yes, it is a wooden horse. What is the purpose of a wooden horse?”
“Usually punishment,” answered slut vivian, “but sometimes it is used with a painslut in pain play.”
“Hopefully your ponyslut is a painslut,” Mistress Tawnya said with a slight laugh, “because I want you to demonstrate this device.”
Slut vivian stepped forward and motioned for slut ellen to join her. Slut ellen smiled weakly at Mistress Tawnya and then turned to face slut vivian.
“Often, a winch or other lifting device is used to set the slut on a wooden pony like this one,” explained slut vivian. “But sometimes the slut is ordered to place herself on the pony. That is a lot easier if the wooden pony is just a center bar that can be raised or lowered in some fashion.”
She turned to slut ellen and said, “Climb on this and straddle it, kneeling with your legs spread on each side of it.”
Slut ellen did as commanded and perched on the peak of the roof-like structure.
“Cross your arms behind your back and grab your own elbows,” slut vivian ordered and slut ellen obeyed her command. Slut vivian then picked up a roll of duct tape which was sitting beneath the wooden pony and quickly wrapped several winds around slut ellen’s arms.
“I don’t see any weights here,” slut vivian said, “so I guess we have to do this manually.” She then pulled one of slut ellen’s legs down so that it was nearly straight on the wide, smooth, roof portion of the pony. When she pulled the other leg down, slut ellen gasped and then groaned as her cunt was split by the metal cap on the roof-like wooden pony.
“Right now,” slut vivian explained to the other sluts, “slut ellen can hold most of her body weight on her legs by squeezing them together. But soon, even without weights attached to her feet pulling her down, the muscles of her legs will eventually fatigue and the full weight of the body will be supported by the pubic bone.”
She laughed and said, “That hurts a lot, but slut ellen is a painslut. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were to orgasm at least twice before it gets to that point and possibly even again after her full weight is resting on her clit.”
“Why don’t we leave her there and see if you are right,” said Mistress Tawnya with a smile. She then pointed at Master Edward and said, “Our very proper British master has something from old England.”
“Can any of you sluts correctly identify this item?” he asked.
Several of the sluts said, “A stock,” but Master Edward continued to gaze out at them, obviously waiting for the correct answer.
“Technically,” said slut powers in her slow voice as she walked up next to the device, “it’s a pillory. That other thing over there on the floor is a stock. A stock holds your feet at floor level so you have to sit there. A pillory holds your head and hands so that you have to stand there and stay bent over in it.”
She then turned and said, “Slut paula, get your ass up her so we can show these people how this works.”
Slut paula scampered up to where slut powers was standing with the pillory held open. “I think you know where your head and hands go,” slut powers said, and slut paula set her head in the big opening and her hands in the smaller ones.
“This was primarily used for public humiliation,” slut powers explained, holding on to the top of the pillory and looking at slut paula. “A person was put in the pillory and people threw shit and garbage at them– and I mean that as I said it. The other part of the humiliation was that eventually you would have to go, and crapping your pants or pissing yourself in public is very humiliating.”
Slut paula was starting to breathe deeply. Obviously the thought of such humiliation turned her on.
Slut powers turned to look at the other sluts and continued, “Sometimes a person in the pillory was switched or caned or paddled.” She grinned and said, “If they were left in the pillory overnight, sometimes people from the village would sneak into the square and have sex with them.” She reached out and pulled on slut paula’s nipples. “Of course, those people were usually clothed so you couldn’t use nipple clamps and other interesting things like that.”
“Let’s leave slut paula in the pillory for now and move on,” said Master Edward. He pointed to Mistress Susann and she asked cheerily, “Do any of you recognize this?” She was standing next to what appeared to be a cross except that it ended in a T rather than having the upright portion extend upward.
“A cross?” asked one of the sluts.
“What is your name?” asked Mistress Susann.
“Slut tracey, Ma’am,” the slut answered.
“And who is your ponyslut?” Mistress Susann continued.
“I am,” answered slut grace. Mistress Susann looked over at her with an angry expression. Evidently there were limits even when a Mistress told them to skip proper form.
Slut tracey quickly spoke up, “This slut is slut tracey’s ponyslut, Ma’am,” she said, “her name is slut grace, Mistress Susann.”
That seemed to mollify the Mistress.
“Slut tracey,” Mistress Susann then said in her syrupy voice, “this is a display cross. So why don’t we see if you can properly display slut grace on it.”
Slut tracey stepped up and motioned for slut grace to join her. There was a small platform a few feet above the ground on the front of the cross. Slut tracey pointed at it and slut grace stepped up onto the small space and turned around facing out. Her shoulders were about ten inches above the cross piece of the cross.
“That doesn’t look right,” slut tracey said and then she bent down to look more closely at the platform. After a few moments, she said, “It adjusts,” and motioned for slut grace to step back down.
She turned a couple of wing bolts and soon was holding the platform in her hands. Putting it back in place about six inches lower, she again screwed the wing bolts into nuts embedded in the upright of the cross.
After everything was secure, she again pointed at the platform and slut grace once again stepped up on it and turned around. This time, her shoulders were only a few inches higher than the cross piece.
“Arms out,” slut tracey said and slut grace stretched out her arms. There were leather belts beneath the cross. Slut tracey used those to bind slut grace’s arms in place. She then looked down at the base of the cross and picked up two more of the leather belts. These she put on slut grace’s legs, one below her knees and one on her thighs.
Looking over at Mistress Susann, she said, “I assume that one could attach nipple clamps or electrodes or whatever to make it more interesting.”
“Yes, you could,” Mistress Susann answered with a silvery laugh. “In fact, we will get you a variety of electro toys to experiment with in just a few minutes. But first...” She pointed at Master Xerxes who was standing next to a long table-like device.
“I’m sure you all recognize this,” he said in his deep baritone voice. Then he laughed. “But in case you don’t, this is a rack.” He ran his hand along the surface of the table and said, “Sometimes this is called a flat rack...” He chuckled. “... because it is flat.” He then pointed to a similar device nearby and said, “As opposed to an inclined rack, which is... inclined.”
His deep chuckle again filled the room. “The primary difference between a flat rack and an inclined rack— other than the fact that one of them is flat and one is slanted— is that the flat rack is normally used for unwilling participants while the inclined rack is normally used for willing participants.”
“If it is supposed to be for unwilling participants,” said trustee brenda suddenly, “I think I have the perfect candidate.” She stepped up next to the device and said harshly, “Slut zero, With Me, front and center, Display Position.”
Slut marcie stepped forward and stood next to the rack in the Display position with her arms behind her head and her elbows back.
“Ah, yes,” Master Xerxes said, “slut zero.” He turned toward trustee brenda and asked, “Has she created any further problems?”
“None that I can’t handle,” trustee brenda spat back.
“Then let’s see how well she fits on the rack,” he replied. He then turned toward the other sluts and said, “This is truly a one-size-fits-all device.”
Slut marcie lay on the narrow table and stretched her hands above her head. Near the end of the table was a rigidly held stock for her feet. After she placed her feet in the half circles, trustee brenda slammed the top down on the stock and engaged the metal latch, which trapped her legs in place.
At the other end of the table was a similar stock with slightly smaller holes. It was movable and was attached to two ropes which wound around a spindle at the end of the table. On both ends of the spindle was a large wheel that looked very much like the spoked wheels that had once been used to steer sailing ships. Trustee brenda pulled the loose stock down to slut marcie’s hands and forcefully set her wrists in place before slamming down the top and latching it. She then stood at the wheel and began spinning it.
“Slowly... slowly,” Master Xerxes said. “The rack is more mental than physical. Let the slut hear each click of the pawl as the wheel turns. Let her feel the tension build slowly until her body is at its limit. And then let her wonder how many more clicks she will be able to endure.”
Trustee brenda slowed the tension wheel so that the pawl, which held the tension, clicked very, very slowly on the ratchet gear.
“This particular rack,” Master Xerxes explained, “is primarily a show rack. There is no padding in the foot or hand stocks, so if more than minor tension were used, there is too great a danger of physical injury to the slut being stretched.” He pointed at the spindle and continued, “In addition, the pawl and ratchet gear are too coarse to allow for truly taking someone to the limit of their physical capabilities.”
Pointing to the other device, he said, “We also have an inclined padded rack with a much finer pawl and ratchet for you to play with later.”
All the while the Master was speaking, trustee brenda continued turning the wheel. The clack, clack, clack of the pawl echoed slightly in the cavernous hangar.
“I believe that is sufficient,” he said firmly. She tightened the wheel one more click.
Master Xerxes’ face hardened as he said, “Be careful, trustee brenda. You push the limits of your power a little too often.”
“Sir, sorry, sir,” she said quickly. “My hands just completed their movements as you spoke, Master Xerxes.”
“Well,” he replied, “slut zero’s body seems to have adapted to the tension without harm. We will leave her there and examine a few more devices.”
Slut marcie’s body was quivering slightly from the tension, and her skin was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Slut jj started to step forward so she could speak to her, but was pulled back into formation by slut powers.
“This is an interesting device,” said Mistress Tawnya as she held up a black metal contraption with three holes in it. The center hole was quite large while the other two holes were much smaller.
“Do any of you sluts know its proper name?” she asked.
All of the sluts remained silent and stood looking at each other. Finally, slut jj spoke up, “Ma’am, it’s a violin, Ma’am, Mistress Tawnya.
“Why is it called that?”
“Ma’am,” slut jj stammered out, “because of its shape, Ma’am, Mistress Tawnya. It looks sort of like a violin.”
“I thought we dispensed with proper form for these discussions,” Mistress Tawnya said.
“Ma’am, sorry, Ma’am,” slut jj answered, “but this slut is a natural submissive, Mistress Tawnya, and it sort of just comes out that way automatically.”
“Ahh,” she replied. “In that case, would you demonstrate the proper use of this violin?”
Slut jj stepped forward and accepted the device from Mistress Tawnya’s hand. She pulled a pin out of the joint where center hole joined the flat bar. It opened. She then did the same with the two smaller holes. When all three holes were open, slut jj lifted the heavy metal bar up onto her shoulders and placed her head in the opening. She pushed the hole closed and slipped the pin back into the joint. She then placed her wrists in the smaller holes.
“Ma’am, this slut apologizes, Ma’am,” slut jj said plaintively, “but it is not possible for a slut to lock herself into this style of violin.”
Trustee brenda stepped forward and pushed one of the smaller holes closed and put the pin in the joint. There was a slight click as it snapped into place. She then repeated her actions with the other wrist restraint.
Slut jj stood there with her arms held in place by the yoke-like stock. Mistress Tawnya used the violin to turn slut jj slowly around so that she was facing the rest of the sluts. “Notice how effectively she is restrained,” she said. “And yet she would be able to follow you almost anywhere or march long distances in a slave coffle.
Master Edward said, “There are several other devices here on the platform, but we will allow you to discover them yourself. I particularly like the adjustable vaulting horse. You can set the height or width so that it can be used for everything from binding a slut for punishment to holding a slut in place for penetration.”
Master Xerxes stepped forward, made a sweeping gesture with his arm and said, “There is more than you can become familiar with in one afternoon, but not to worry. You will have each afternoon this week to experiment and discover.” He smiled broadly and added, “And there is a wide selection of paddles, floggers, canes, tawses, crops, and quirts to also experiment with.”
By the end of the afternoon, several of the submissive sluts bore welts and bruises which showed the success of those experiments. By the end of the week, all of the sluts could identify each of the devices. They could also identify what implement was being used just by the sound of it hitting flesh— whether that was their own flesh or the flesh of a fellow slut.