Satin Confession

Lyra pushed open the door and the two slaves stepped in.

"Damn..." uttered Zara mirrored by a "Oh wow..." from Lyra

The room was made of the same stonework that most of the manor was. All gaps in the stonework had been filled with sealant and the walls were decorated with a variety of chains, shackles, and manacles bolted to the wall. Every couple meters, there were alchemical torches burning that filled the room with plenty of light but left an ominous feel hanging in the air.

Furnishings in the room were equally intimidating. There were a pair of wrought iron cages big enough for a person to lie in, maybe two if they got cozy with one another. The top of each cage also had a padded seat on it. There was also a pair of benches that seemed to have adjustable heights and leather padding. The benches were too narrow to sit on but the right width for someone to lie upon. They also had ledges on the side that were also padded. They were clearly meant to have someone lay on their stomach with their limbs supported by the ledges. There was also an elaborate black leather chair that seemed to have outstretched and adjustable arms for supporting the legs and arms of the seated person separately.

The most massive piece of furniture was a large bed with a solid metal frame. It had posts that went up more than 2 meters and were connected by beams at the top forming a canopy style bed. However, it had no cloth drapes. All across it were solid steel o-ring attachment points. At the foot of the bed, there were two sets of wooden planks with varying size holes cut out which, the slaves realized, were a pair of stockades side by side.

The ceiling was exposed oak wood beams that looked freshly cleaned, stained, and polished. There were a few chains that hung from the ceiling on adjustable winches affixed to the wall. The beams were also high enough that rope could be thrown over them. The floor of the room was redone in ebony wood that was hard as iron. There were a few fur pelts scattered about that served as throw rugs.

The center piece of the room, though, was the large ebony wood, red leather, and brass throne that was on a 3 meter wide raised dais. There were various brass anchor points on the throne to affix slaves to and the throne was large and spacious. Beside it on either side was a side table with an array of toys, both mundane and magical.

Sitting atop the throne was a goddess. Kaelen had changed out of her leather breeches and corset and donned a black elven silk sheath of a dress. It had large cut outs at the hips and a keyhole for her cleavage. A long slit on the left side left her leg bare almost to her groin. She clearly wore nothing underneath it as her nipples pressed erect against the fabric. She wore a golden tiara and her dress was accented with delicate gold chains. Beyond that, the only jewelry she wore was a new ring on her left hand and Zara's control ring on her right. Lyra's control ring was seemingly gone.

"Bring Zara before her Mistress, her Goddess, and both of you will kneel before me."

Lyra obeyed, leading Zara to the steps of the throne's dais and had her kneel. She protested a bit, but more in fun than actual resistance. Lyra knelt beside her.

Kaelen reached out to Zara and placed her left hand against the collar. The cat-folk heard a quiet metal tink as the new ring came in contact with the collar. Then, there was a surge around her neck that felt like magic at work but it was fleeting. Kaelen then reached up and removed the control ring to Zara. At first that cat-folk was confused what Kaelen was doing but then, as Kaelen set the ring down, she realized that she still felt the ring's control over her collar.

"What just happened?" Zara asked.

"You mean 'what just happened, Mistress' or 'Goddess'. Tonight either will suffice." She gave Zara a chance to correct herself but the brattiness of the kitten just took over and she cocked an eyebrow as if to say "I asked a question".

"Mmhmm." Was the only response Kaelen gave for a moment.

"Slave Lyra made a new ring that will control all her collars. I moved control of your collar from its old control ring to this new master ring." She then reached over and held up the adamant collar. "If I acquire more slaves, it could become cumbersome to have to use a different ring for each of you. But I have more gifts for you. Stick out your arms."

This time Zara did feel like resisting so she didn't comply. There was a sharp shock from her collar and she hissed. She wanted to test if she still had to follow her Mistress' orders even though the control ring was off. The shock stayed persistent too, it wasn't just a quick burst and she quickly stretched out her arms in compliance to stop the shocking pain.

"Slave, put these on her arms," Kaelen said, gesturing to some orichalcum hardware on the side table. Lyra retrieved them and placed one on each of Zara's arms, above her elbows. They were the same orichalcum chain malle as Zara's other shackles and collar and they sealed with a magical click just the same as the others.

"So tell me, kitten. How's your week of frustration been?"

"It's been...uh...rough...Goddess..." Zara looked to the side avoiding eye contact.

"Something bothering you, kitten? Was there a problem with your week?"

"No...no, not a problem. Everything is fine, Goddess."

"Is there something you want to tell me, kitten? Or better, is there something you don't want to tell me?"

Zara thought back to her week. For the most part, she'd kept her mind off of sex but then, after visiting Kaelen at The Dragon's Other Hoard a few days ago, Kaelen's promise of fun and reinforced command had pushed her arousal over the top and that night she'd found a strong Goliath fellow. He was huge of stature in every category. They'd had fun. As Zara was getting close, she knew the collar was going to punish her but she didn't care. She told the Goliath to tie her down (and she had these nicely available cuffs already on), gag her and keep fucking her no matter how she reacted or screamed. He complied happily and the sensation that came afterwards were unlike anything she'd ever felt.

At first it was just a really good orgasm. She moaned in pleasure and then the collar kicked in. It began shocking her and kept doing so through the whole orgasm. The pain was not unbearable but also unignorable. And it just fueled her orgasm more. The pain and pleasure mixed and her moan became a visceral scream. The Goliath paused for a moment but remembered what she'd told him and kept going. He erupted inside of her just as her mind shattering orgasm subsided. Thankfully, after the orgasm ran its course, the shock suddenly stopped and she was left a useless mess.

She thought about lying to her Mistress. Kaelen would know immediately if she did from the collar shocking her. She would be getting punished for disobeying already but trying to lie about it would only make her punishment worse plus she'd have to deal with the shock from the collar. She was a fan of the pain but that might be a bit too much.

"Yes Goddess, there is something I'm not telling you." she said in defeat.

Kaelen nodded. "Tell me, in graphic detail, what happened." So she did. She explained about the Goliath (his name was Gryb) and what he'd done to her and how she knew it would hurt but was too turned on and needed some release. She explained, too, that Kaelen's words in the tavern had really gotten her aroused too. Kaelen and Lyra listened in rapt attention as the story unfolded.

Once the tale was complete, Kaelen stood up, her dress drifting down to cover her leg. She took the leash that Lyra had affixed to Zara's collar and led her to one of the benches. She showed her how to mount the bench and kneel on the ledges and then rest her arms on their ledges as well. There were metal attachment points that Kaelen could use to bind her cuffs to the bench and she activated each in turn, the magic locking Zara in place. At the head of the table, there was another metal plate that the o-ring of her collar could attach to. Kaelen affixed that as well and removed the leash, tossing it aside casually.

She left the kitten restrained to the bench and then went to Lyra. With a shudder, the slave elf felt her nipples begin to vibrate under their magical piercings. Her Mistress bound her arms behind her back, wrist to opposite elbow, and then led her to one of the cages on the floor. Zara noted that she used the nipple chain instead of the collar and Lyra obviously noticed this as well.

"I've already got one disobedient slave on my hands to deal with. No need to allow the other to roam free. In you go," she said, gesturing to the cage. Lyra knelt and ducked her head in and squirmed her way in. "Be quiet and watch what comes when one of you shows me disobedience." was all she said as the cage door closed and latched with a metal thunk.