Yet another dungeon seemed to thrive on the high tech side of S/M. Alana found herself strapped into a chair with wires taped to various parts of her body. When she sat down in the chair, she was carefully positioned by a male slave to make sure that the two phalluses sticking up from the chair ended up in the right place. She was told by her Swiss host that her pleasure or pain would be decided by her. What she had to do was sense a vibration and then squeeze tightly on whatever was vibrating for as long as it vibrating. The Swiss Master demonstrating by pressing buttons that caused the dildo in her sex to vibrate for a moment and then the one in her bottom.
"If you squeeze tightly enough, you will receive pleasure," he told her. "If you don't, it could be very painful." Then the host and her client left the room, but she was sure that they were watching. After several moments of waiting, the dildo lodged in her sex started to move and she clamped down on it lightly with her sex. This was obviously not enough because jolts of electricity started coursing through her body causing her to stiffen and spasm at the same time. She felt like her breasts and labia were being burned off. But it quickly stopped.
"Do you understand the game now, dear?" asked the thick accent.
"Yes Master," she gasped. "I will try to do better."
The one in her bottom started to vibrate and she squeezed it tightly with her sphincter and clamped it with her bottom cheeks as well. No jolting shocks were felt that time.
"You did very well," said the accent.
This continued on for over an hour. By the end, Alana looked like a drowned rat from all of the perspiration and was totally exhausted. She had only endured the electricity a half dozen times but they were enough to give her motivation to squeeze the hell out of anything that they shoved in her body.
The tour finally ended and Alana had a chance to finally enjoy a little bit of the French Riviera. The chateau was on the water and she spent two days enjoying the rocky beach. Most of the women were topless on the beach and nobody seemed to even notice that Alana was totally naked. Before leaving for home, she showed her client some rough concept drawings for his dungeon and he decided on the spot that he wanted her to be the architect. Alana said her goodbyes and thank yous. Then she got on the plane and headed home.
Now she was wondering if she got the job because of her design or because he enjoyed torturing her. If she agreed to create the space, would it be because of her mind or her body. She would talk it over with Grace although she already knew that Grace didn't care why they did it, as long as they did it.
Chapter 19: Domestic Help
Three weeks later, Alana was at the ranch checking the progress of the new facility. The foundation and structure had been finished long ago. The interior spaces had been created and now the workmen were applying the finishes. Since this had been her launching project, she paid particular attention to it to make sure that it was perfect. Striding through the building in her collar, boots and hardhat, she inspected every detail. She gave new instructions to the workmen and reprimanded them when they had ignored old instructions. To the men and women on the job, it was hard to imagine that this naked architect was a slave. To them, she was a slave driver. She demanded perfection. And they gave it to her.
After her initial walk through the building, she went searching for Master Charles to give him an update. It would only take another week until the new facility would be ready for his use and she wanted to let him know that he could start scheduling events for it.
Clomping across the yard in her boots and holding her hardhat in a hand, she spied a familiar face and walked over to talk. "Hi Ted," she said. "How are you adjusting?"
Ted was not in a talkative mood, however. He was lashed in an upright spread-eagle position inside of a frame with all of his limbs pulled tightly toward the corners of the frame. Sprouting from his lips was a little bit of the ball gag that was lodged in his mouth, preventing him from responding to the slave that he used to enjoy in his bed. And dangling beneath him were heavy weights that were suspended by a rope that was tied around the base of his scrotum.
Alana lifted his limp cock in her hand and stroked it with the fingers of her other hand. "Mistress told me why you are here. And I agree with her. Meredith is too special to ignore like that. But don't you worry. We'll take good care of her. And if you behave yourself here, you can come back and help take care of her too."
The cock stiffened instinctively at Alana's touch but she released it when it gained full erection. Then she kissed Ted's cheek and turned to walk away. "I'll see you in a few weeks."
Master Charles was delighted at the news of the progress. "I'll have to call Grace and have you and your sisters join us for the first event."
"Thank you Master," replied Alana appropriately. "I'm sure they will be flattered at the invitation."
Charles walked up to the amazing beauty and reached around her grasping her bottom in both hands and squeezing. "Do you have any idea how valuable you are?"
Alana was taken aback, not by the groping but by the question. She was accustomed to people helping themselves to her body by this point. "No Master. I'm not even sure what you are talking about."
"Well I need to show you some things. Although you have to promise never to tell Grace that I showed these to you."
Alana's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Master, I don't know that I can keep secrets from Mistress."
Charles smiled and patted her on the head. "This is a good secret, girl. But if you feel that you have to tell her, then tell her. What can she do to me? Enslave me?"
Charles led her into his office and pulled out a folder with her name on it. Inside were letters and emails that he spread across the desk. "These are offers to buy you," he said, sending a chill down her spine immediately.
"Oh," she responded.
"Don't worry, girl. She has rejected all of them and has said that she will continue to reject all offers. But you need to see them so that you know how much your owner loves you." He proceeded to lay them out one at a time so that she could look at them. The lowest one that she saw was a million dollars. Each one after that increased in value. She saw a five million dollar one from when she had first been at the ranch and that caused her to gasp.
"Oh," said Charles. "That's pocket change."
Each new email or letter brought a higher value. A man in St. Petersburg offered seven million dollars. A woman in Madrid offered nine million dollars. A couple in Washington State offered eleven million dollars and planned for her to be a gift to their thirteen year old daughter. She was to be a birthday present again.
The second to last offer was dated the day before and was from her client in Nice. He offered seventeen million dollars to own her and had offered to make her available to the ranch on selected occasions.
"Pretty impressive, huh?" asked Charles.
"Yes, Master," replied Alana. "Kind of scary too though."
"Yes, I'm sure it is," he said. "But this last one tops them all."
He laid out the last offer, which was accompanied by a contract and a bill of sale. The offer was for twenty five million dollars and was from a K C Cartwright.
"Wow!" gasped Alana. "That's a lot of money. And I don't think that I even know him."
"Yes it is," agreed Charles. "But it's a her. Not a him."
This elicited another gasp from Alana.
After a month at the ranch, Ted was returned to Grace with assurances that he would take him back and sell him if there were any problems. "I think you'll find him very trainable. We erased him clean and then started to rebuild him. But only a little. We figured you would want to program him yourself. But you will find that he does like wearing maid outfits and he does like sucking cocks. We can take him back and erase that too, though, if you would prefer."