Free Her First Submission (Kathryn's Training) by Aya Fukunishi Page B

hitched up just enough that she could touch the floor with the tips of her toes. She didn't do anything, just hung there, slowly turning as the rope twisted gently back and forth.
    Kathryn couldn't help but stop and stare. The girl was beautiful. Shoulder length straight black hair framed her slender face, her porcelain skin glistening in the strobe with a sheen of sweat. Her expression was blank, and her deep brown eyes looked out passively, focusing on nothing. She was naked but for a pair of black latex panties, and as she turned Kathryn noticed a wide slit cut into the back. Small steel hooks attached to the latex spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her tight, pink asshole to the small audience of men sitting around the stage, sipping drinks brought to them by bar girls dressed in a variety of fetish gear. Most of the men barely even seemed to notice her, their eyes passing over her nakedness as if she were simply an ornament to be ignored. Even as she shifted on her toes, searching for a comfortable position, few in the audience so much as turned their heads in her direction.
    Kathryn began to take in her surroundings. She saw curtains around the edge of the dimly lit room, each set leading to a small private area. Close to the entrance a curtain remained half open, and through it she saw an attractive, well dressed middle aged man reclining on a couch with a flogger in his lap, the red leather strands draped across his knee. Before him stood a stunning blonde girl in a red corset, her bare ass matching the color of her outfit. Kathryn watched as the man stood, slowly walked around the frozen girl and then brought the flogger down on her naked breasts, and flinched in sympathy as the blonde girl squealed. Even at this distance she could see angry, bright pink welts bloom on the girl's skin.
    "Did you hear me, Kat? I said come this way."
    Kathryn realized Stephen had been speaking for a few moments. Over the dull, low thump of electronic music he described to her the workings of the club as they left the bar and climbed a flight of stairs to Stephen's office. The club, he said, catered to a small but devoted client base. All of the clientele were into domination, and they paid enormous membership fees - running into thousands of dollars a month for the regular visitors - to enjoy a space in which they could fulfill their every desire. The girls of the club, he explained, were essentially slaves.
    Kathryn was shocked. "Slaves? What do you mean?"
    "Oh, not in any legal way, of course. The girls are free to leave, should they wish to do so. They're slaves in a symbolic sense. When they come to work for me they sign a contract for a year of servitude. They live here in the club, and they can be called on 24 hours a day to serve their masters."
    Stephen noticed Kathryn's look of disgust. "Don't worry, Kat. This is a world you don't understand. These girls come to me of their own free will. Only the best subs can work for me, and they beg for the privilege. These are girls who have devoted their lives to service. They live for the club, for their masters. They train for years for this. Pain turns them on. Submission is their drug. These are girls who'd find your sex life dull and pedestrian. Their wet little pussies gush at the thought of a whip. The idea of a rope binding their wrists makes them come. They love the feeling of tight latex encasing their bodies. Don't feel sorry for them when you see them flogged and spanked. For them, this is heaven."
    Kathryn remained silent, shocked and disgusted at the way he spoke about the girls as if they were objects. What is this place?

Chapter Two
    That had been three months ago. That first night Kathryn had been measured for an outfit and handed her contract, along with an advance on her pay check that more than covered her rent for the next three months.
    The rules were simple. The clients of the club knew that serving wenches were off limits. Touching a wench against her will was