Archive-name: Slaves/denise03.txt
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Archive-title: Denise & Her Slaves - Part 3


Slave Peggy accepted her new role quite well.  Her new role was
one of a slave for loan, in addition to being my house slave. 
Her well trained demeanor made her a perfect slave for anyone and
all occaisions.  I told Peggy that the in an hour I would take
her to Mistress Denise for the weekend, and that I would get her
slaves in exchange (slave Lisa and slave Leslie).       

I told Peggy to wear nothing but her wide leather collar.       
Peggy looked particularly vulnerable when she was nude with only
a collar.  I put her in the trunk of the car and I drove to our
destination.  It took only about 30 minutes to arrive at the
house.  I parked in the garage and when the door was closed I
entered the house to tell Denise that I had her toy for the
weekend.      

Mistress Denise came out in her full dominant splendor, dressed
in a leather corset, making her small but shapely tits hang over
the top, and thigh boots covering her slender legs.  Hand cuffs
hung from one side of her belt and a whip from the other.  With a
leash that she had in her hand, she attached it to Peggy's collar
and pulled her out of the trunk.  I introduced Peggy to her new
Mistress and she immediately fell to her knees.  Denise
instructed her to kiss each toe on both feet, and she did so
without hesitation.  "She's well trained.  I think I'll enjoy her
this weekend" said Denise.     I followed Denise into the house
and I saw Lisa and Leslie on their knees in the living room. 
Both were nude, except for collars, cuffs binding their wrists
behind their back and ball gags keeping them quiet.        

As Denise lead Peggy down into the dungeon I walked over to my
slaves for the weekend.  I reached down to slave Leslie's nipple
and squeezed it firmly between my finger and thumb.  She didn't
move or show any discomfort.  I did the same to slave Lisa.  Her
younger stature and her inexperience showed as I squeezed harder
and harder yielding a moan, then a squeal.  I attached leashes to
their collars and I decided to take them to the dungeon too.    
I descended first.  I saw Denise attaching Peggy to a big wheel. 
She was attached spread-eagled with her arms and legs stretched
tight.  The pain of this postion was all over her face.       
Denise continued and placed ten clothes pins on each of Peggys
tits, biting visciously.  The pins on her nipples had little
nails embedded in them so that the points of the nails pierced
her flesh.  Once she was done, Denise flipped a switch and the
wheel began to spin to the right.  Slave Peggy could do nothing
except spin.  As her body turned Denise used the whip to knock
off the clothespins. One by one they fell off.  Not every stroke
of the whip hit a pin.  Sometines they missed entirely, only
making Peggy's agony last longer.     

As Denise enjoyed Peggy I decided to take slave Lisa and hang her
by her ankles from the ceiling.  Her arms were weighted to the
floor so she was stretched a bit.  Her legs were spread wide so
her young cunt was ripe and available for some fun.  I looked
around the room and I spotted some extra spiked clothes pins on a
table.  I put one on each of Lisa's nipples then attached a 3
ounce weight to each.  Her agony was exquisite.  She squealed as
I put them on and as I made the weights swing.  Leslie watched,
but she had no comment or concern for Lisa, her sister.  Leslie
was thinking of what her torture would be.  For Leslie I decided
that tit torture would be the venue.  I tied her to a slant
board with her arms under the board and her feet spread wide. 
The board was slanted at about a 30 degree incline with her head
on the high end.   Her tits were then roped with a thin piece of
laundry line.  Six coils around each tit made her tits really
stand out.  Their color turned somewhat reddish purple as I made
it tight.  Her nipples stood out like little bullets ready to
pop.  Leslie's pain was evident but not intense yet.  That was to
come.  I picked up a cat-O-nine and began to whip her lovely
tits.  I striped them but good before I stopped.  Every stroke
brought a scream from the bound slave.  As I tortured Leslie,
Lisa twitched and made her weights sway herself.  She did it both
by reflex and on purpose.  She was in agony as they swung, but
she craved it.  Even at her young age she knew what her body
craved.  Mistress Denise didn't even once look over to see what I
was doing to her daughters.  It was unimportant to her.  She was
intent on breaking slave Peggy, and taking her to a new plane in
her ability to withstand pain.   All of the clothes pins were
knocked off by now and Peggy had slipped into unconsiousness. 
Her body had betrayed her and made her sleep through the best
part of the torture, the last two nail clips on her nipples. 
Mistress Denise was like a surgeon, whipping them off one at a
time.  But she didn't just whip off a clip, she whipped off
exactly the clip she aimed for.  After all the clips were off,
Denise stopped the wheel and took her down from it.  Peggy was
now finding herself being put on the rack.  The rack was just
like the ones from the old movies of torture chambers.  It was
frightful, but Peggy had no choice.  Her arms were attached,
still very sore from the wheel.  Her ankles then found their
restraints too.  Then the crank turned.  Click, Click, Click.
Each click produced new levels of pain.  Click, Click and the
pain made her almost mad with agony.  Slave Peggy could no longer
make out who was doing what.  All she knew was the pain.  Denise
then produced a whip and proceded to whip Peggy's entire body,
including her face.  Peggy hardly noticed the whip, except when
it found her pussy.  The torture lasted for about an hour, but
seemed to Peggy to last for days.  Once she passed out from this
torture, Denise put her into a cage and went up to get a drink.  
All the while I was continueing to torture Lisa and Leslie.  I
whipped both of them with a cat and then picked up a bull whip. 
I looked at Lisa dangling there.  I found that the bull whip
wound itself around her body so nicely and made such a nice sound
when its tip found her flesh that I gave her about fifteen
strokes with it.  Of course it made her contort herself, which in
turn, made the weights attached to her nipples swing wildly. 
This made her nipples hurt alot and added to making her swing her
body.  I did this for three hours and then I reversed Lisa and
Leslie and started over.  This lasted the rest of the night and
then I went upstairs to see Denise.  Denise and I then ended up
in bed together, Master and Mistress in a house full of slaves.

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