JODI’S TRIALS

Chapter One

The chamber is sparsely furnished, three of the shadowed walls covered with a sound suppressant, dark cloth material. The remaining wall displays a collection of various instruments for implementing punishment. A single lamp casts down from the ceiling equidistant to the four corners of the room, leaving it with a sinister, foreboding presence.

Delivered shackled, she has been standing in the center of the room for some time now while illuminated under the hot glaring lamp. Positioned to face toward the wall of implements, perspiration beads across her nude body, mixes with the soaking coat of body oil massaged over her bare flesh, chin to toe.

Gold studs sparkling from her fresh nipple and clitoris pierces augment her tanned, glistening flesh, giving her an exotically beautiful look, as she remains virtually motionless. Other then blindfolded with a black silk scarf, paired with the wrists, ankles cuffed and chained, she is virtually naked.

He stands silently, watches from the lone entryway, behind her. Muscular, tanned, he is also naked sans a black leather hood covering his face and head. The owner, the Master of the estate, he revels in the feeling, in the control, the utter dominance he now has over his latest arrival, his next project. He quietly approaches.

Slowly walking toward her he hesitates, evaluates her incredible, tanned form. Appearing to be in her late twenties, her glistening body is athletic, yet curvy. A thick, tightly woven braid of her auburn hair sways across her back, As he steps around her, the size of her natural breasts, large, yet extremely firm, impress him as her pierced nipples jaunt outward from the smooth tan areolas perfectly centered high on those symmetrical globes.

A single train of thought resonates in his mind. This naturally beautiful body trembling in front of him is his, completely his, for the time being. Brought to him for training, she is here in the privacy of his secluded Chateau, for as long as it takes, as long as he wishes, until he has molded her into an utterly submissive sex slave.

Her abductors have followed his instructions to the letter. He is more then satisfied with the initial preparation she has received before her arrival here just this morning. Since her abduction a few days ago and kept void of practically any sleep, she has been through the same routine daily.

In the mornings, she would be given a cup of broth, then unshackled, allowed to relieve herself, then be bathed, freshly shaven from the neck down. Next, she’d be re-shackled, then given a number of well placed, but not too harsh, strokes with a riding crop across the outer curves of her bare breasts as she held her arms above her head and forced to count. Led back to an unfurnished, brightly lit cell until her afternoon session, she would silently stand as instructed while absolutely forbidden to touch herself, anywhere.

In the day’s next session, her training was to obey, to stand, present her self, and follow instructions immediately, without hesitation. Each mistake received demerits followed by painful lashes administered across her breasts, the punishment centered across the gold studs piercing her nipples. Then left alone, forced to stand in the same cell, she would be forbidden to touch her self, especially to soothe the pierces, the welts left by the crop.

The third and final session of the day would be in the evening. Brought from the cell to a larger parlor, she would be punished in front of masked strangers for her demerits, again with the same crop, and again not overly harsh, but this time, initially across her buttocks, ending with a like number between her spread thighs, directly across the third stud piercing her clitoris, while humiliatingly forced again to keep track by counting aloud.

That session finished, led back to her cell, she would receive another cup of broth, forced to squat and have her wrist cuffs chained above her head to