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The House of Smoke
An original bdsm story by Libido Ergo Sum

Tessa handed the drug store bag to Thalia and went back to the main house. Thalia went to the slave house and got in the shower. Her skin was still tender from the hair removal process and had a bright pink glow for the wear and tear. She knew that she had been leaking semen into her panties all morning after the process and gave her panties a good once over. She was really starting the feeling she got from swallowing sperm and having guys cum in her pussy. She felt dirty, slutty and wonderfully disposable. She was slowly giving her identity up in exchange for the identity of a slave. The thought of having no choice but accept whatever someone else wanted to do to her made her heart flutter and her vulva throb. She washed her hair, but didn’t take her time like she did at bedtime; she knew that she didn’t have time to really enjoy herself. She filled the water bottle and attached the hose and the sprayer nozzle like Tessa suggested. When she opened the valve she could feel the hot water rising into her abdomen until she couldn’t stand it any more. After the enema had run its course, she hopped back into the shower and tidied herself up. After it was all said and done, she felt lighter and cleaner than she ever had before. She was psyching herself up to get her ass bored out, and she was genuinely pumped up by that thought.

At lunch Thalia was not permitted to enjoy any of the sumptuous meal that sat at the table. Per Smoke’s instruction, the only things she could eat were sperm and pussy. Smoke was not interested in having his lunch interrupted by a blowjob so Tessa allowed her to dine on her lips while she ate. The pungent odor of Chinese food was now infused with the growing scent of girl sex. For having never eaten pussy before, Thalia was doing quite well for herself; Tessa had put her chopsticks down and enjoyed a tongue-lashing from the slave girl. By the time Smoke was done with his lunch, Tessa had climaxed twice and was getting ready for a third when smoke called them into his office. Tessa’s head was swimming from the extended lunch that Thalia had.

“Okay slave, have you been briefed on what’s going to happen and what’s expected of you?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Tessa, did you bring the items that I asked for?”

“Yes, Smoke.”

“Good, then I’ll meet you in my conference room in thirty-five minutes; slave, be back here in fifteen waiting for Tessa outside my office. Slave, you’ll wear nothing but your heels and your blue boy-shorts. Tessa, you’ll wear one of your corset, heels and thigh-highs with garter. Move out.”

Thalia ran back to her quarters to get changed. As she was running, she felt a coolness on her pussy from where she had soaked through her exercise shorts. When she got to her room, she tucked them away for later, got her panties on and locked herself into her heels. By the time she got back to the office she had already soaked through the thin and translucent micro fiber undergarment. The feeling of the ultra-soft fabric was almost as good as silk. She was getting wetter by the minute fantasizing about what kinds of perversities might be in store for her.

A short while later, Tessa came down from her quarters. She wore black silk thigh high stockings attached by garters to a dark grey corset with black pinstripes. It had a full back that attached in front to a slave ring. It was an under-the-bust corset and the garment made an inverted heart shape making her breasts seem to stand off her body and defy gravity. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and she wore the same shade of lipstick that all of Smoke's slaves wear. She looked severe and totally enticing. The heels Tessa wore were now the exact same as the ones Thalia wore.

“It's time. Stand up.”

Thalia's pussy got a little hotter and started getting a lot wetter with the announcement of it being time to report to the conference room. Tessa put a slave collar around Thalia's neck and put her in wrist binders that were attached to the chain. She then blindfolded the slave, double-checked both of their lipsticks. Everything was as it should be. Tessa grabbed the slave's lead and led her down the corridor. Thalia's heart was about to beat out of her chest; she was firmly in the grasp of fear. She didn't know where she was going, she didn't know what was going to happen to her, and her deprivation of eyesight drove her lust to new heights. She was afraid, but that fear was driving her crazy. They walked down to the end and opened a door on the right side of the hall. Tessa led her charge down the stairs and then knocked on the heavy wooden door at the base of the stairs three times. A porthole in the door slid open.

“Yes?”

“Your slaves await instructions, Master.” This was the first time Tessa had used the term in over two years.

Being referred to as a slave made Thalia's heart flutter some more and her wetness start dribbling down her leg. Whatever it was that was waiting behind the door, she wanted.

The door swung open and a figure from the shadows waved them in. The conference room was a classic dungeon. A sealed concrete floor with walls of stone. There were oil lamps along the wall at about chest height. There seemed to be a circuit of various crosses in the corners of the room and a rack in the middle of the room beside a large wooden table. There wasn’t much light in the room, but enough to see what you were doing. On one wall, there was a large set of concentric rings on a large cart with eight attachment points along the innermost ring. There was a spanking bench along the far wall and various implements were lined up dress-right-dress on the table. Thalia could see none of this. Thalia's world consisted of nothing more than darkness punctuated by sounds, touch and smells. She could feel her wetness leave a warm slick trail down the inside of her thighs. She could smell how aroused she was. She was blissfully aware of the collar and manacles that she wore and the chain that led her down to this forbidden world.

A gentle tug on her chain was her signal that she was to follow. She took a few cautious steps and another tug led her off in a different direction. A few more cautious steps and she came to a halt. She was helped up onto the platform where her feet were locked in place. The cold metal that was now wrapped around her ankles startled her and again, the fear of the unknown had her in a vice like grip. There was no turning back and no escape. A small shudder of an orgasm shot through her body as she realized that whoever was in the room could do whatever they wanted to her and there was nothing she could do.

As soon as the locks were in place in the shackles that held her legs, her arms were raised into position. Each hand was locked in place just as her ankles were. She was a prisoner. Once completely locked in place she could feel her bonds pull up and out on her arms, stretching her body. Her breathing was coming hard and fast. She heard a metallic clank and felt her body revolve and then stop. Then she felt the vibrations of the entire restraining apparatus moving. She heard the wheels crush the various bits of dirt and stone that happened to roll underneath its wheels. She could feel her heartbeat and pulse through every strand of her being.

“What is your name?” A disembodied voice boomed at her.

“Thalia Abbraaj.”

A lightning bolt of pain streaked across her back starting at her right shoulder and left a stinging trail that tapered off the left side of her back. Her knees immediately gave out from underneath her, but her wrist restraints held her up.

“Thalia A...”

She was brutal cut off by another slash of white-hot pain. This time she cried out in pain.

“Thalia doesn't exist any more.” The voice boomed “You are now a slave. Slaves don't have names. Slaves do what we tell them to and nothing more. You are a piece of meat for me to use, abuse, consume and throw away at my whim. You have no rights; you have nothing unless I accord it to you. I'll ask you again: What is your name?”

“I am slave.”

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