The Osiris Society Vol 2

An eBook By C A Smith.

There was, however, substantial activity that took advantage of the presence of so many beautiful and available female bodies. The Trainers who monitored the meals changed every day, an arrangement the Trainers preferred to relieve boredom, and the OSIRIS Board of Directors preferred to reduce the likelihood that personal relationships might develop. Especially the sort such as now existed between Monique and Leo. The Mistresses’ dining hall also tended to bring out the Trainers’ most libidinous conduct. Monique was convinced that it was because the Mistresses were clothed and that men were more titillated by a seductively dressed woman than a totally naked woman.

In fact, Monique found herself a favorite target for the dining hall Trainers, partly because she was the newest face there, but undoubtedly because she was also one of the loveliest with her soft brown eyes, delicate lips, long dark hair and exquisitely sculpted figure. She somehow managed to appear both elegantly graceful and endearingly helpless to most men. The sadistic wanted to see the little girl in her cry. The romantics wanted to gather her in and protect her. They all wanted to merge with her body and claim her.

A favorite tactic was to come up behind her at the table and slip their hands under the front panel of her tunic and fondle her breasts. Or they might crouch down behind her chair and run their hand down the curve of her waist, over her hips and into the cleft between her legs. She would separate her knees to allow easier admission so she wouldn’t be jostled as she continued to eat. She never let these attentions interrupt her meal unless the Trainer was in a mood for more extensive activity. Sometimes the Trainer would bend her over her seat, or the lap of a neighboring Mistress, for a rear entry exercise; or he might lay her out on the carpet for the missionary approach. One Trainer liked to untie her shoulder straps so the tunic would fall into her lap as she sat at the table; then he would play with her breasts or caress her entire torso as he kissed her. She would lay down her fork and rest her hands in her lap and let him entertain himself. Her well-honed Mona Lisa smile served her well in these situations, giving the Trainers the satisfying impression that she might be secretly enjoying their attentions, without overtly encouraging them to continue. It worked well in many circumstances, but required great patience and self-control. Few Mistresses and even fewer novices ever perfected it, but those who did spared themselves from many whippings.

There was no shortage of Members or guests, however, who wanted to inflict pain on a beautiful woman just for the rush it gave them. There was no dissuading them with wiles and no reprieve as a reward for good service. All the Mistresses knew this and accepted it as an unavoidable fact of life at OSIRIS, the dues they paid for the privilege of remaining alive.

Monique found that punishment for Mistresses was almost always exacted out of sight of the novices so as not to undermine their aura of authority over the other slaves.  This usually meant a whipping in one of the private rooms, or in one of the small lounges. She was usually told to remove her tunic and then to hold on to a pillar, a mantle-piece or the back of a chair for support as she was whipped.  Rarely was she handcuffed or bound. It required tremendous willpower not to duck away from the fiery blows of the whip. This would have resulted in her being bound to the pillar and the flogging doubled, but her tortures as a novice had taught her how to bear levels of pain beyond anything she had ever imagined. For a Mistress, submitting herself promptly and unshackled for punishment served two purposes: it was an inner confirmation of her own courage, of her ability to withstand and survive the rigors of slavery; it was also an outward display for OSIRIS, continuing proof of her willing and absolute submissiveness.

Fortunately, most Members preferred to spank or paddle the Mistresses rather than whip them. They tended to develop warm personal relationships with the constantly attentive Mistresses in spite of being advised by the Directors to do otherwise and became reluctant to inflict serious pain. Throwing a prettily pouting Mistress over a knee, flipping her tunic over her head and spanking her smoothly rounded bottom with a bare hand while she made pitiable little cries proved far more exciting for most Members than watching her actually suffer. Furthermore, the Mistresses invariably rewarded such consideration with more lively and pleasurable follow-up intimacies. Since Monique had an exceptionally cute bottom, her spankings sometimes became rather extended, long enough and hard enough to turn her rump quite red. Still, she found it preferable to the whip. She had been quick to learn how to draw men into that game and save herself from the attention of the sadists. She would tease and flirt with those men she knew to be safe until they made a negative remark.  Then she would go into an irresistibly pathetic pout that begged for a spanking. She also learned how to drive men slowly to ecstasy as a reward for the spanking. Now that her hands were free of shackles, she perfected the art of the caress, running her finger tips over his most sensitive spots, arriving ultimately at the sack containing his precious jewels and exploring it thoroughly, then discovering and tracing the length of his rigid manhood, circling the extremely sensitive glans, gently gripping the stiffened sword with a slow back-and-forth rhythm, gradually faster, until he could stand it no longer and plunged it into her waiting scabbard...

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