The Final Test [MFF] [BOND] [BI]

Amanda knelt naked on the wooden floor before her Owner.

"Are you ready for your final trial?" His voice was deep and commanding.

"I am Sir."

"Are you certain? You may leave now. I promise you this will push all of your boundaries."

Amanda's heart raced. "I have no boundaries for you Sir."

Her blue eyes met her Owner's brown. The man she adored beyond words. The man she had given herself to absolutely. Amanda had given up so much to be with him. The word love was only a pale description of what she felt for him.

He rose. "Come."

Amanda rose smoothly and followed. The small bells clipped to her labia tinkled as she followed him down the halls of the massive manor.

They reached a pair of double doors that Amanda recognized. The Reception Hall.

"Beyond those doors is my newest slave. You will prepare her for her new life here."

"Yes Sir."

This was her trial?

Her Owner pushed open the doors and led Amanda in.

The rectangular room had marble floors and was lit by lamps mounted on the walls. At its center was a circular bed of red with a tall post attached to the side.

On the far side of the room stood a young woman clothed in jeans and a blue top. She wore a blindfold and fidgeted nervously. Her black hair fell to her shoulders.

Amanda gasped in recognition. It was her twenty-one year old daughter Chelsea.

Her Owner moved to take a seat in a large padded armchair to observe.

Amanda's body trembled as she approached her daughter. How did she end up here? Her Owner obviously knew who Chelsea was; there were no coincidences with him. He was meticulous in his planning.

Chelsea jumped at Amanda's touch. The blindfolded girl had no idea who was before her. Amanda's fingers shook while she unbuttoned Chelsea's top.

Mother and daughter were a contrast. The younger woman's body was pale from a preference for indoor activities while Amanda loved the outdoors. Where Amanda was short and slightly overweight, Chelsea was average in height and reed thin.

Amanda unclasped her daughter's blue bra and added it to the pile of clothes by the wall. Once accepted into Owner's harem, clothes were a rare treat, and even then Owner chose them.

She knelt and tugged off her daughter's black canvas shoes and white socks. Rising, she unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down. Finally the blue panties joined the pile.

From a small table nearby Amanda lifted a black leather collar. It looked big around Chelsea's slender neck. A small lock inserted in the back of the collar would keep it from being removed. A pair of black restraints were buckled around each of Chelsea's wrists and secured with small locks. Finally another set went around the quivering woman's ankles and locked in place.

Amanda took Chelsea's hand and led her to the bed. Chelsea knelt atop it with her hands on her legs as taught. So she had received some training before now. Neither woman spoke. Chelsea had been forbidden to speak until given permission by Owner. Amanda refrained from speaking for fear of revealing to her daughter her identity.

"Bring me the crop," Owner commanded.

Amanda hesitated. Then she walked to one of the walls and retrieved a riding crop. This she delivered to Owner.

"Hold her hands," he said.

Amanda climbed on the bed to kneel before her daughter and took the younger woman's hands tightly in hers. Owner stepped behind Chelsea. With the crop he pushed Chelsea between the shoulders until the woman was leaning forward with her head on Amanda's lap. This caused her buttocks to rise.

Owner swatted Chelsea across the bottom. The woman cried out and squeezed Amanda's hands painfully. Owner met Amanda's eyes searching for a reaction. Then he swatted her again. Red spots appeared with each blow. Chelsea was sobbing against Amanda's thighs; warm tears trickled down her legs.

Emotions roiled in Amanda as she watched her daughter whipped. Anger. Frustration. Humiliation. Inadequacy. Self-loathing. Each blow seemed to unleash a new feeling.

Finally Owner stopped and studied the younger woman's welted backside.

"Secure her."

Amanda helped the crying woman lay back. At four equally spaced points around the bed were openings from which slender chains emerged. There was one chain for each of Chelsea's restraints. Once connected Amanda walked to a lever on the wall and pulled. Beneath the bed a motor hummed and drew the chains back in. The bound woman was pulled spread-eagle.

Owner returned to his seat and studied the pair of them for a long moment in silence. Then he gave an evil grin.

"Begin."

Over the next twenty-four hours Chelsea would remain blindfolded and be kept in a constant state of arousal. Amanda and the three other slaves that lived here would take turns pleasuring Chelsea. Her only break would be the infrequent breaks to use the toilet. Periodically the young woman would be allowed to eat and drink, but even then someone would be keeping her aroused. At irregular intervals Chelsea would be whipped by Owner.

At the end of the twenty-four hours, Owner would finally take her. He would fill her with his seed three times – once for each orifice.

After that Chelsea's true training would begin.

Amanda sat on the bed and studied her daughter stretched taut between the chains. Her hand reached out and felt the cool, soft flesh of her daughter's stomach. Slowly her hand slid down through the patch of neatly trimmed black hair. A finger penetrated the folds of her womanhood and met dampness.

Chelsea gasped. Her hips lifted and rocked in order to gain extra stimulation. Amanda leaned forward and kissed her daughter's chest just below the neck.

Owner leaned forward excitedly.

Amanda's lips moved to encircle Chelsea's pink nipple. Her daughter gasped again. And Amanda began in earnest.

It was perhaps an hour or two before Amanda was relieved by a slave name Megan. The blond haired woman knelt atop the bed and resumed caressing and teasing the bound young woman. Amanda rose on wobbly legs.

"You will remain," Owner instructed when she started toward the door.

Amanda sat down in the floor next to Owner's chair to watch.

At one point Megan freed Chelsea and led her to a door which contained a toilet. Chelsea emerged a few minutes later and was led to a small table.

A brunette slave named Kim entered and stretched out on the floor so that Chelse could straddle her face. While Amanda's daughter ate blindly, Kim and Megan continued Chelsea's stimulation. Suddenly Chelse screamed and lurched forward knocking over the food. It was obvious the woman was having an intense orgasm.

"Bring me the crop," Owner commanded.

Chelsea was led to the tall pole attached to the bed so that her wrists could be tied to a ring near the top. Owner then proceeded to whip her while Kim and Megan stood to either side kissing Chelsea's breasts and fondling her.

Amanda dozed off once Chelsea was returned to the bed. She awoke to find the other slave, a dark skinned woman named Beth, kneeling between Chelsea's thighs and kissing her. Chelsea thrashed in her bonds and moaned.

And so the process went. Every few hours Amanda was wakened to take her turn. Amanda would stretched out next to her daughter and kiss the younger woman's chest while fondling her. The others had done more, but Amanda could not bring herself to.

A few times Chelsea lay unmoving; Amanda suspected the girl had fainted from exhaustion or the constant stimulation. Twice Owner returned to the room during the night to whip Chelsea.

By the end of the twenty-four hours Chelsea was constantly crying. Owner would sit next to her and tell her to say the safeword. If she did, Chelsea would be released immediately and taken care of. Once, a year ago, Amanda had helped with the breaking in of another woman. Within twelve hours the woman had been an emotional mess and had screamed the safeword over and over. Owner had freed her, given her a place to rest, and a check to help her get back on her feet.

Amanda herself had come close to begging for freedom. Yet Chelsea lay there refusing to ask for freedom.

A chime announced the end of the time.

Sobbing and unable to walk, Amanda and the three others freed Chelsea and all but carried her to her new room to freshen up.

And it was within that room that Chelsea's blindfold was removed.

The younger woman blinked constantly and squinted at the light. Slowly her eyes adjusted and began taking in her surroundings. The room consisted of a large, plush bed, a dresser with a mirror, and a private bathroom.

Then the young woman's eyes fell on Amanda and went wide. Chelsea opened her mouth to ask the millions of questions on the tip of her tongue.

Amanda pressed a finger to her daughter's lips. "Our Owner has not given you permission to speak to us. You must not talk until allowed to do so."

Chelsea showered and toweled her hair dry. Kim, Megan, and Beth refastened the collar and restraints on Chelsea while Amanda sat on the bed and brushed her daughter's hair.

The four slaves led Chelsea not back to the Reception Hall but down a different way to a large bedroom. Against one wall was a massive four post bed covered in dark colored bedding.

Owner emerged from the bathroom completely naked. He was tall and dark with a sculpted body. His manhood stood out in anticipation of taking Chelsea for the first time.

Chelsea stretched out on her back atop the bed. Owner knelt between her pale thighs.

And to Amanda's surprise, eager anticipation filled Chelsea's eyes.

Owner stretched out over Chelsea and placed the tip of his shaft against her womanhood. Chelsea bit her lip and spread her thighs wider. Owner slid into her.

Chelsea groaned as she was stretched. Owner's member was thick; Amanda recalled her first few times with him.

In moments he groaned in victory and gave one final, hard thrust.

Panting, he pulled free and sat on the edge of the bed to wait. Twice more he would take Chelsea – orally and then anally.

His eyes locked onto Amanda's. The four slaves stood in a semicircle around the bed.

"Kiss her."

Amanda's feet would not move at the command even though she had known it was coming.

Owner quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "Are you refusing?"

"No Sir."

"Then kiss her."

Amanda stared at Chelsea's spread legs. At her reddened womanhood. She had done much more with the other three women in the room. All four slaves had pleasured one another at some point for Owner's amusement.

Yet Amanda could not do it. She could not make herself go forward. It had been one thing to touch her daughter. But this… This act was…

"No."

That single word caused the other three slaves to gasp.

"I see," Owner said. He studied her. "Amanda, I will give you one last chance. You will kneel on this bed and you will kiss your daughter between her legs and taste my seed within her."

Amanda felt tears on her cheeks. "No Sir."

He gave a disappointed sigh. The sound cut her to her very depths. That look in his eyes; it said she had let him down.

"Very well. Beth, please help Amanda collect her belongings. I will be there momentarily to see her out."

Beth took Amanda by the elbow and turned her toward the door. Chelsea lay there staring at Amanda. Her mother.

That evening Amanda sat in a small restaraunt sipping her hot cocoa and pushing the carrots on her plate around. It felt weird after being locked away for more than a year to be out in public. It felt weird to be wearing clothes again. A check for twenty thousand dollars was in her purse along with a thousand dollars in cash.

She thought about Chelsea. Thought about the life ahead for her daughter as a possession of Owner. Amanda hoped her daughter would be happy. She had been. Life had been so care free. No job to worry about. No bills. No responsibilities. Her sole purpose in life had been to please Owner.

A longing filled Amanda. An overwhelming desire to return and beg to be taken back. A part of her would do anything he asked in order to be forgiven. Anything. But that was not how it worked.

She thought about Chelsea and smiled. At some point Chelsea would grow tired of the life and leave. Then Amanda would make a point to spend more time with her daughter. They now had something in common. The Owner.

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