The Instrument - Chapter Fifteen - The Second Dare
By Big Brother Alan
A mini-novel about sexual slavery, humiliation, degradation, redemption and escape


More training. A few weeks went by. I was taught many of the hand signals and
protocols used in the coven's various rituals. I was only taught the "what,"
not the "why" of anything. They wanted me to behave and to avoid spoiling
their rituals. There were hand signals to tell me to close my eyes, to open my
mouth, to be still, to begin licking pussy, and to stop. Many of the hand
signals were accompanied by touch signs, used when my eyes were closed or when
my vision was blocked or when the lights were off. There were signs to bend
over, to spread my legs, and to fuck. These were of special interest to me,
since they implied rituals that perhaps involved a little less bondage. Till
then, almost all of my training really involved obedience and the overcoming
of taboos and aversions. Perhaps one day I would progress to a point where I
could be free to roam on my own or to make decisions for myself. That seemed
so far away.

I have to say here that my use of the words "witch" and "wiccan" and "coven"
are not accurate. At least I have no real reason to believe they are accurate.
Neither Kim nor Jessica would ever tell me the nature of this bizarre society
they belonged to. Did they worship Satan? I don't know. Was it even a
religion? Who knows? Perhaps it was some kind of odd culture that has existed
for centuries, undetected, blended in with the larger society? Did these women
have husbands? When they chose to have children did they become pregnant
through instruments such as myself? Were their children raised to even know
their fathers? What would happen to a woman pregnant with a baby boy? Or even
worse, what would happen to the boy? Is it possible they raised boys as
dominated slaves? I don't know the answers to any of these questions. Kim and
Jessica were experts at deflecting even the most innocent of questions that
might have given me a clue.

At the same time, a voice in my head kept telling me. "Don't learn too much."
These women were criminals. Kidnapping, slavery, rape, assault, attempted
murder - these were not innocent misdemeanors, lightly shrugged off. The less
I knew, the longer I could stay harmless to them.

One day, as I was brought into the great room, Jessica and Kim had mischievous
but apprehensive looks on their faces. Something was up. To Kim's side, on one
of the easy chairs near the door I saw a bundle of what appeared to be my ski
clothes. And on the floor next to them were my ski boots.

Kim said, "Male, are you ready to perform your second dare?"

My jaw dropped open. Second dare? Holy shit. What was this? I hadn't given a
thought to the stupid dares since my capture, hell, since I began my naked run
down the clearing.

"Second dare? ... Mistress?" I stammered.

"Yes. You still have to perform your second dare. Jessica dared you to ski
naked to this cabin and you did. You said, 'A bet's a bet and I lost,' and you
removed your clothes and skied here naked. We have the film to prove it."

"Mistress, of course I remember it. But why would you need me to perform the
second dare? I've been in your power for months and months. Mistress, you
don't need to dare me to do things. You command and I obey."

Kim said, "Yes, but you haven't had much choice in the matter, have you? So,
are you ready to carry out your second dare, my dare to you?"

A few more moments of confused silence passed and then, "Yes, Mistress. I am
ready."

"Good then. It is now almost noon. Male, I dare you to be my personal slave
until noon tomorrow. You must do everything I say, instantly. And you must ask
my permission to do anything else. If you don't do as I say or if you do
something without asking, you must accept whatever punishment I choose to hand
out to you. Do you accept this dare?"

Seeing this as just a fairly meaningless semantic game I replied, "Yes,
Mistress. I accept your dare."

"What's the difference?" I thought to myself. I've been their personal slave
all this time. What could possibly be different it about it just because
they're calling it a dare?

"Good then," said Kim. "Take this key and remove your chains."

Astonished, I caught the key she tossed me and looked at it with wonder. I
began to fumble all my locks open. I stood up. How strange. This was the first
time I had stood on my two feet in this room since the night of my initial
inspection. I stupidly handed the key back to Kim, not knowing what else to
do. There was a strange, uncomfortable silence as I stood facing Kim and
Jessica.

"Slave, go to the kitchen and pour your mistresses two glasses of red wine."

My heart was pounding. I could just bolt out the door. I wouldn't even worry
about clothes. I could just run at top speed until I came to a road or a cabin
or even up and over the peak to the resort, which is in its summer season now.
No, I've got to think. This is a trap. Or maybe a test. They wouldn't possibly
let me just run away.

"Slave, come here this instant and kneel at my feet. I told you I wanted
instant obedience."

I snapped out of my reverie and jumped at her words. God, was I that
conditioned? I quickly approached Kim and kneeled at her feet.

"For your punishment, I want you to masturbate in front of us." Kim and
Jessica took seats on the sofa, side by side. "Come. Do it standing in front
of us."

I couldn't believe this. I slowly stood and moved in front of them. They both
sat there with pleased looks on their faces.

"Go on. I want to see you give yourself an erection. I want to see you stroke
your penis and work it until you ejaculate onto the floor. Get busy."

My hand slid to my side. I touched my very flaccid penis. Nothing happened. I
worked it between my fingers. Nothing. I stretched it out and away from my
scrotum. I tried cupping my balls with my left hand. Still nothing. This was
not easy. Never in my life had I masturbated in front of anyone. Both women
had eager, expectant, hungry eyes focused on my penis. I tried but I couldn't
make anything stir. And then, I saw something in Kim's face. She lightly
licked her lips and she left her mouth parted slighted. She was getting
aroused. I couldn't believe it. They weren't just trying to humiliate me. She
really wanted to see me jack off.

She repositioned herself and placed her left hand inside her bathrobe between
her legs. She was touching herself. My mind seemed to focus and I felt my dick
stiffen. I stroked myself in long tugging motions. At first, my hand slid over
the skin of my penis but soon I gripped tighter so that my hand was pulling
the outer skin of my penis back and forth. At the end of each stroke the skin
of my cock was bunched up towards the end and Kim was almost drooling. I felt
the beginnings of an orgasm. My cock no longer cared that it was being
exhibited. It just wanted its release. I saw Kim give me the hand signal to
close my eyes and I did. This was like being blindfolded. I could have easily
opened my eyes but she told me to close them and I kept them closed. God, why
was this so erotic to me?

I exploded and instantly felt Kim's mouth on my cock. She must have changed
her mind about my ejaculating onto the floor. She sucked me dry and continued
to finger herself on the floor at my feet. I put both my hands on her head and
ran my fingers through her hair. It was the first time I had ever touched her
hair and it sent tingles down my spine. With my eyes closed I could only
imagine the color of her chestnut hair as the sun shone on it with my fingers
running though it. I could look. I wanted to look. But my mistress told me to
close my eyes.

The day was a mixture of odd tasks and busy comings and goings for me. Kim had
me fetch drinks and food. She wanted a foot massage. She had me give Jessica a
back rub. She made me wear a silly looking little apron that didn't cover much
of anything. The fabric felt strange on my skin, so long had it been since I
had worn any clothes. I was able to see the rest of the house. At one point,
and perhaps to still let me know that not everything had changed, Kim told me
to help Jessica in the bathroom. "You are my slave till tomorrow but for now
do everything Jessica tells you." I thought she meant to help clean the
bathroom. I was wrong.

Jessica wanted me to wipe her ass. I bunched up toilet paper and wiped her ass
in an upward motion. She corrected me, having me fold the paper into neat
squares and really clean her anus with it. Let me tell you, it's one thing to
clean your own ass and quite another to clean someone else's. She had me wash
my hands and start the shower. I thought Jessica wanted me to leave but she
kept me there. She took off her top and bra - she had already removed her
panties while being wiped - and stepped into the shower. She told me to bathe
her and I did. She didn't lift a leg or move a muscle. She just stood there as
I lifted her arms to soap under them. I had to get on my knees and drape her
leg over my shoulder so I could wash her crotch and ass. She had me wash her
hair and when we were done I dried her off with big fluffy towels. She had me
brush her teeth, another task not so easy to perform on someone else.

Her bathroom was large and, among other things, it had a chaise lounge in it.
She sat on it as I applied oils to every inch of her skin. She had oils for
her body, different oils for her hands and feet, and creams for her face and
around her eyes. She even had a special cream for her nipples, which she had
me rub on them in slow careful circles. Oh, God. Those beautiful nipples on
their raised areolas. She had me comb her hair before it dried too much. I
helped her shave her legs and armpits and even her pubic hair. I trimmed and
filed her toenails and buffed them with a special paste and buffing tool.
After I did her toenails she wanted a foot massage, which extended upwards to
a massage of her calves and then her legs. This must have aroused her because
without saying a word she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her pussy,
where I pleasured her as she lay back casually on her chaise. It was the first
time I had ever tasted her while she was laying on her back. She luxuriated in
this bath. And as much as I sometimes hated her, I have to admit that her body
was a masterpiece.

I was sent back down to Kim. I unashamedly hoped that she would also like to
bathe but she had other plans for now. "Let's start a real fire for a change,"
she said. She sent me outside for an armload of firewood. How strange to be
outside. How tempting. I brought it in and she had me start a wood fire in the
large stone fireplace in the great room. "Was there any split wood?" she
asked.

"No, Mistress. I brought in all the split wood. There are only logs."

"Then go out and split some of it."

I went to the wood pile and found an axe, a sledge, and a wedge. I began to
split the bigger logs with the sledge and wedge. I was working up a sweat and
I was getting quite dirty with the sawdust and wood chips flying around. I
noticed Kim watching me through a window. How strange this was. I was out in
the woods splitting firewood completely naked.

As I came around to the front porch Kim met me and told me to put the wood
beside the door. I did. She said I was too dirty to enter the house, which, of
course, wasn't true. But who was I to question her? She had me stand at the
foot of the steps while she ran a garden hose to a spigot. She said, "Stand
still and don't make a noise."

She turned the water on me and it took my breath away. It was icy cold. She
was being a sadist right now, but I could tell by the smirk on her face that
she was doing it playfully. She ran that ice water onto my back and my chest
and even my hair until I was drenched and shivering. Then, playfully, she
directed the stream at my penis and said, "Let's see just how small you can
get." She made me stand outside in the setting sun to dry before she would let
me come in.

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