Cassie enslaves an Amazon

Cassie stood in a small dimly lit room. The pretty eighteen-year-old blonde held the darkly colored wooden paddle that had been used on her tightly in her hands. She looked at the broad flat surface where the words “THE PERSUADER” were burned into it in a neat flowing script. She ran her fingers over the smooth cool surface of the paddle. The smoothness was interrupted only by the grooves of the lettering. She admired the paddle, it was heavy and well-constructed. Perfectly suited to its purpose, which she well knew having recently been on the receiving end. She inspected the lettering more closely, admiring the way it neatly flowed across the paddle’s broad surface. “It certainly lives up to its name,” she thought.

The stirring of the room's other occupant broke her from her thoughts. She looked at The Amazon she had chosen to be her ****, The Amazon that had bragged about being the one to notice her was now naked and secured by leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles, as well as leather straps that ran just behind her knees, and a second leather strap that ran across her back to a spanking bench. The bench was sturdily built of dark polished mahogany. Twisting vines and flowers had been intricately carved into the wood. The leather that topped the narrow section that the Amazon knelt on as well as the main body of the bench was covered in thick, plush black leather that was soft to the touch, yet fully supportive of anyone unfortunate enough to find herself loving it. The main body of the bench was angled to not only present an upturned bottom for whatever punishment was coming but also to perfectly accentuate the curves of its occupant.

“What happened? Where am I?” The former slaver asked aloud before gasping in fright at the realization she was naked and secured to a spanking bench. At the sound of Cassie’s laughter, The Amazon lifted her head and was shocked to see Cassie standing in front of her. The last time she had seen the pretty blonde, she had been dressed as a proper **** girl, sating half-bra that exposed her tits, a short satin skirt that barely covered her, and of course shoes sporting six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes.

Now Cassie’s outfit was a stark contrast to her previous appearance. She was dressed in head-to-toe black leather, with a skin-tight corset accentuating her curves and a short skirt that barely covered anything. Her legs were covered in fishnet stockings, her feet were encased in high-heeled boots that clicked with each step she took. Her hair fell freely down her back like a gently cascading waterfall. Her full lips were covered in bright red lipstick and her blue eyes were surrounded by dark eye shadow giving them a beautiful and dangerous allure. The last thing that The Amazon noticed, was the latex gloves that ran up to the blonde’s shoulders and in her hands, she held a very familiar-looking paddle.

She swallowed hard as she tried to **** her fear away. “Let me go this instant ****, or there will be severe consequences for you!” The Amazon said trying to sound authoritative. Again Cassie laughed, rage and fear wrestled for control within The Amazon.

“I suppose I should answer your questions,” Cassie said her tone cool and oddly alluring to the former slaver. “Your little hideout was hit by a Purist raid. They freed the slaves and captured all of you that were there. As for where you are, you’re in a Purist Facility.”

“‘Purists?’” The Amazon asked her voice trembling with curiosity and fear.

“Mmhmm,” Cassie hummed as she caressed The Amazon’s cheek making her flinch and pull away as much as she could. “They or I guess I should say we are a group dedicated to taking W.A.A.M. back to its roots.”

“I knew it had to be W.A.A.M. that was raiding our sites, stealing our slaves, and most likely enslaving my sisters.”

“We’re going to have to work on your listening skills. The Purists are not members of W.A.A.M. former ones yes, but current no. You see W.A.A.M. was founded at first to only enslave Amazons and other female slaves since they saw them as traitors to women. Now we want to go back to that more noble way.”

“So what, we captured you, and somehow you managed to what send a distress call of some kind?”

“No, I was rescued and set free. I asked to join and they let me as long as I let Miranda go free they would let me. Then they let me choose you as my ****. It seemed only right since you are the one who noticed me in the shop and dropped me down that trap door.”

“I will never submit to you or anyone else!” The Amazon yelled a fire of defiance suddenly alive in her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, take a listen,” Cassie said as she turned her head from side to side. A few seconds later, The Amazon heard it from what she was sure was the next room over. The faint crack of a paddle and a muffled pained scream. “Sounds like one of your sisters isn’t having a good time. Don’t worry though, you'll still be sisters just sister slaves,” Cassie said in a mockingly sweet tone.

A look of fury washed over the slaver's face. “I will never submit to the likes of you,” she said slowly emphasizing each word with defiant venom.

“We’ll see after all the paddle is in the other hand now,” Cassie said as she held the paddling In front of The Amazon’s face. “Look familiar?” she asked.

“Y-yes,” the slaver replied trying desperately not to let the sudden wave of fear she felt enter her voice. From the next room, there was another crack of a paddle and another pained scream making her flinch.

“I thought as much,” Cassie said before again looking at the paddle. “‘THE PERSUADER.’ I must admit it is aptly named. How many girls did you ‘persuade’ with this, hmm?” The Amazon refused to answer. “No matter,” she said as she turned and walked to the small table that was against the wall behind her.

As Cassie walked away, the slaver got a glimpse of the beautiful blonde’s ass with each step she took. She saw the bruises that were there from when she had felt the sting of the paddle that she now held. The Amazon had seen countless bruised and swollen asses, this was the first time she felt fear.

Cassie reached the table took a black leather collar off of the table and returned to the slaver and held it up for her to see. The leather was soft and supple with four D-rings on it. One at the front, at the center of where the wearer’s neck would be, one on each side, and one at the rear near the silver buckle.

“To prove to you that I’m not going to be a vindictive mistress, and beat the hell out of you for fun, I will give you one chance. Submit now, or be persuaded.”

“Good girl! Good girl! Good girl!” a voice cried out in pleasure from the next room followed by a muffled scream of expect.

“Sounds like one of your sisters accepted her collar. How about you?” she asked gently shaking the collar in front of the slaver’s face.

“Never,” she said with a defiant snarl.

“Have it your way,” Cassie said with a shrug before setting the collar down on the floor in front of the spanking bench. “I’ll leave that there so you can see your way out.” Cassie circled the slaver and pressed the paddle against her ass and began to slowly drag the wooden paddle known as “THE PERSUADER” across her quivering flesh, allowing The Amazon's fear and anticipation of the inevitable pain to build. The firm wood was cool against the slaver's pristine white ass. There was a faint scratching sound as the grooves of the lettering slid across the slaver's soft bottom cheeks. She took a moment to picture the fleshy globes battered, bruised, and swollen from the paddle. Cassie smirked as she saw the tender flesh quiver as she continued to drag the paddle across it. Slowly Cassie pulled the paddle back savoring her anticipation of delivering the first swat to the woman who was responsible for her own, mercifully short stint as a **** girl.

The loud crack of the paddle echoed off of the walls of the small room like a gunshot, just barely downing out the slaver’s agonized scream. Cassie barely recognized her laughter as she watched The Amazon pull wildly at the leather cuffs and straps that kept her securely in place over the spanking bench.

“Let's try that again. Submit, or be persuaded.” The room echoed with her words as she dragged the paddle once more across the now reddening ass in front of her. The slaver’s breathing was ragged, her eyes shut tight trying desperately not to let the tears welling in them begin to flow down her cheeks. “No?” Cassie asked as continued to drag the paddle across The Amazon’s ass. “Okay,” Cassie said as she watched the slaver fight back her sobs. “This time I won’t stop until she begs me to put that collar around her neck,” Cassie thought as she drew the paddle back once more. Again and again hard wood met soft, tender flesh. The Amazon was soon screaming and crying in pain as tears rolled down her cheeks. She quickly lost count of the number of painful swats the blonde landed. She felt shame. She was an Amazon she was meant to be a mistress, not a ****. And certainly not to a blonde. Blondes had only one purpose as far as she and the other Amazons were concerned: To wear a **** collar and bring pleasure to others. But her resolve was quickly fading as the pain in her ass grew and grew with each agonizing swat of the very paddle she had used so many times to make other women beg for their collars.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop! I submit! Anything! Just stop!” She cried out only to be met with another swat on the other cheek. She let out one last pained cry before hanging her head and sobbing heavily.

Cassie stopped and leaned in with a triumphant smile so her face was inches from The Amazon's. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that over your screaming,” she taunted.

“I submit! I submit! Just please stop,” she sobbed brokenly not daring to meet the blonde teen’s gaze.

“That’s more like it,” Cassie purred as she set the paddle down leaning it against the front support of the spanking bench, and picked up the collar off the floor. “Now, look at me and say it like you mean it,” she coaxed slipping the collar around the Amazon's neck and buckling it securely shut with a satisfying click

“I-I submit to you as my mistress, and will wear this collar as a sign of my submission,” she sobbed forcing herself to meet Cassie’s gaze.

“Now you need a new name. After all, Your not a slaver or an Amazon for that matter, are You?”

“No, Mistress.”

“What are you?”

“A **** girl, Mistress.”

“And why do **** girls exist?”

“To bring pleasure to others, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Cassie said as she pat the former Amazon on the head. “Now let’s see, how do you feel about the name…Flower. Yes, Flower You’ll grow into a beautiful, skilled, and obedient **** girl. Do you like that name?” she asked as she pressed on the newly collared ****’s ass making her wince and whine.

“Yes, Mistress,” she hissed. “It is a very pretty name!”

“Tell me your name **** girl, and say it with pride. Otherwise,” Cassie said as she pointed at the paddle, letting the unspoken threat hang in the air.

“My name is Flower, Mistress,” she said as she finally looked up at her new mistress. Cassie smiled at Flower before going back to the table where the collar she now wore around her neck had been on. This time she returned with a ball gag. Knowing she has ****, Flower opens her mouth wide allowing her mistress to insert the gag. She knows she is now a **** girl and has nothing to say worthy of her mistress’ attention.

The ball gag tastes of rubber and plastic, with a slightly salty tang from the sweat of previous users. It's not a pleasant taste, but one that the submissive **** girl knows she must get used to.

“I’m going to let you off of the bench, Flower, but when I do you are only to walk around in front of it and kneel like a good ****. Is that understood?” Flower gave a grunt and an enthusiastic nod of her head. She was so happy to be getting off of the horrible spanking bench. Cassie said nothing as she undid Flower’s bonds. As the last was undone Flower slowly got off the the spanking bench and did as her mistress had commanded.

“Hands behind my back as if cuffed even if they aren’t knees shoulder width apart, and shoulder’s back to stick out my tits,” Flower thought as she adopted the proper kneeling position for a **** girl. She knew it well, she had punished many girls new to their collars for failing to kneel properly.

“Nicely done, Flower,” Cassie said praising the newly collared Amazon. “But,” she said as she pulled a straight-backed chair out of the corner of the room and placed it in front of Flower. “Before we can get you dressed, we have another piece of business to take care of don’t we?” she asked as she sat in the chair smiling at Flower.

“My first spanking as a collared **** girl! How could I have forgotten!? Hopefully, Mistress will make it short, my ass is so sore already,” she thought suddenly very remorseful for all of the girls she had done similar things to. Slowly she nodded her head. Cassie smiled and pat her lap with both hands, The unspoken order for a **** girl to lay across her Master's or Mistress’ lap. Lowering her head, Flower crawled to Cassie’s side and lay across the blonde’s lap. She winced at her mistress’ gentle touch.

“I’m afraid this won’t be pleasant, Flower, but you only have yourself to blame don’t you?” The hard truth of her mistress’ words tang in Flower’s ears as she watched a glob of her drool roll off the ball gag that ensured her silence and make a quiet whet plop when it hit the floor. She nodded her head in agreement.

Cassie didn’t say a word as her strong hand came down on Flower’s tender and swollen backside. Flower’s head shot back and she wildly kicked her legs as she screamed into her gag. By the time Cassie landed the sixth swat Flower was once again sobbing.

“Up and kneel in front of me,” Cassie ordered. Flower got off of her mistress’ lap and knelt in front of her. She watches as the blonde slowly spread her legs revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. Wordlessly she grabbed Flower’s head and **** her to look down. She unbuckled the ball gag and held on to it by one strap as it fell from Flower’s mouth. She placed it under the chair before looking at Flower. “Thank me for turning you into a **** girl and for giving you your first spanking.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Flower said as she leaned forward. There was only one way a **** girl properly thanked her mistress for anything; by giving her an orgasm using only her lips and tongue. Flower became very nervous as she neared her mistress’ neatly trimmed pussy. She had always gotten her pussy eaten, she had never eaten pussy herself.

The air was filled with the heady aroma of her mistress' arousal, a mix of sweat and pheromones that intoxicated Flower's senses. As she inched closer, the scent grew stronger, making her heart race and her mouth water in nervous anticipation. The sharp tang of excitement mixed with the subtle sweetness of desire, created a tantalizing fragrance that only fueled Flower's nerves. She could almost taste it on her tongue as she moved closer, each breath drawing in more of the alluring scent. “Is this what every girl I collared experienced or was I supposed to be a **** girl all along?” she wondered as she kissed her mistress’ lower lips and then took the first licks of her pussy, and tasted another woman’s juices for the first time.

As Flower's lips touched her mistress' lower lips, she was met with a burst of warmth and flavor. The tangy taste of her mistress' arousal coated her tongue as she took her first hesitant licks, the anticipation and inexperience making it all the more thrilling. The delicate balance of saltiness and sweetness, with a hint of bitterness, was unlike anything Flower had ever tasted before. She couldn't help but let out a small moan as she continued to explore the folds and crevices, her tongue reveling in the new sensations. Each lick brought a new flavor, a new level of arousal until Flower was lost in the intoxicating taste of another woman's juices. A sense of pride welled in Flower’s chest when her mistress gripped her long light brown hair, wrapped her legs around her, and let out a long moan of pleasure.

Flower looked up at her mistress' face, her eyes clouded with lust and pleasure. Never in her life had she felt so powerful, so in control of another person’s pleasure. Her arousal was growing, and she pressed her thighs together to stifle the building ache between her legs. As her tongue continued its ministrations, her breathing became ragged, mirroring the sounds coming from above. The way her tongue flicked and swirled over Cassie's clit sent waves of pleasure through her body, and Flower couldn't help but be turned on by the sounds of enjoyment emanating from her new mistress. It was then that she truly understood. The once arrogant Amazon Claire Danes was gone. All that remained now, was Flower. A proud but humble **** girl, eager to please her mistress.

Finally, as the first orgasm ripped through Cassie’s body, Flower couldn't hold back any longer and let out a muffled moan into her mistress’ pussy. She continued to lap up every drop of her mistress’ sexual essence as she could. The vibrations of Flower’s moan spread through Cassie’s pussy triggering a second orgasm.

“FFFUUCCK!!”

Cassie's legs constricted around Flower's head, her muscles flexing and trembling with the **** of her pleasure. Her fingers dug into Flower's hair, pulling and tugging, demanding submission and obedience. Finally, Cassie let go and took deep ragged breaths. Flower glanced at her mistress and saw the glassy look in her eyes.

“Oh please let that be good enough,” she thought.

After several minutes Cassie picked up the ball gag and held it up to Flower’s mouth. Cassie smiled when Flower obediently opened her mouth and allowed her to gag her.

“Flower, did you cum from eating my pussy?” Flower slowly nodded her head fearing punishment for cumming without permission. “I’ve never heard of a **** girl cumming from giving pleasure before, that makes you special my pretty little Flower.” Her Mistress's deep praise nearly made Flower cum again.

Cassie then clipped a leash to Flower's collar and led her out of the room. Flower kept her hands behind her back as if they were cuffed. She knew that if she didn’t she would be swiftly and harshly punished. As they made their way down a long brightly lit hallway they passed several sobbing **** girls. Reach wore a satin half-bra with lace trim and a matching skirt in various colors. Their feet had been placed in shoes with six-inch stiletto heels and their arms were trapped in tight leather single gloves, usually matching the color of their bra and skirt. Flower knew her mistress was taking her to get dressed and she couldn’t wait to look as sexy as the other former Amazons did for her mistress. She felt bad for them though. Their sobs meant they were still holding on to their old lives, they had not experienced what she had with her mistress.

“MMMRRROOO!!!” The muffled scream of another **** girl caught Flower’s attention. She looked over into the open doorway where the sound and come from. As she passed walking behind her mistress, she saw one of her former fellow Amazons kneeling in a small cage with her head sticking out of the top and held firmly in place by a posture collar. The Purist in the room was using an electric razor to shave her long red hair. A smile formed on Flower’s lips

“At least I’m not going to be a serving girl,” Flower thought.

When they reached the dressing room, Cassie put Flower between two posts. One of her wrists and ankles was secured to each post and Cassie began holding up several outfits to Flower’s body in search of the perfect one. She settled on a white satin half-bra and matching skirt. Both were trimmed in pink lace. She then selected a pair of pink shoes and a white leather single glove.

“Have her dressed and brought to my quarters would you?” Cassie asked the attendant as she put the selected garments on a hook on one of the posts.

“Sure thing,” the attendant said before clapping her hands as Cassie left the room.

Two serving girls, each naked except for black heels, a posture collar, and a black latex hood that hid their entire bald heads except for their eyes and the red ball gags jutting from their mouths curtsied to the attendant before quickly dressing Flower.

A few minutes later, Flower was relieved to have her Mistress holding her leash again. Cassie led her to a ring attached to one of the walls and tethered her leash to it. Instantly Flower bent over with her feet shoulder width apart, putting her ass and pussy on display and available for use until her mistress required her.