LENDING KARL OUT - Karl's tale

I waited quite awhile for Vanessa to fetch Karl.  I heard the sound of chains being dropped or dragged from the direction of her bathroom, and eventually Vanessa appeared, with Karl crawling behind her, head looking down at the floor.  He was fully dressed in the clothes he had arrived in, and except for a rather raw looking area on the back of his neck, I couldn't tell what kind of shape he was in.  He crawled to my feet, kissed my shoes, and I told him to properly thank Vanessa, which he did by mumbling "Thank you, Mistress Vanessa" and kissed her bare feet.

Vanessa smiled and said "You're very welcome.  I look forward to the next time."  She gave me a hug and I told Karl to stand up as we left for the car.  He was very unsteady on his feet, evidently having spent the whole day on his knees, and I could now tell how exhausted he looked.  Once in the car - I was driving - I told him to just relax and we'd talk later, and all he said was "Is there really going to be a "next time"?  I just chuckled and said "Later, we'll talk later."

When we arrived home, I told him to take a long, hot shower and to meet me in the living room, naked.  I wanted to take a look at his body to determine what, if any, damage had been done by Vanessa's tools of "incentive".  Then I did something I rarely do and made strong drinks for both of us.  That's usually Karl's job, but I felt I could make an exception in this case.  When he finally arrived, I had him turn around several times so that I could examine his body, and then bade him to sit at my feet and enjoy his drink while we talked.  I observed that his ass was very red in general, and there were whip or crop stripes and marks on his ass, legs and back.  Not deep, and not bloody, but definitely still visible.  I assured him that he could speak freely, that he was no longer in slave mode, and that I wanted to hear his version of the day.

He told me about the rules that Vanessa had laid down, and how she had "helped" him to keep his head down.  "She brought out this very heavy, very old slave collar which was evidently part of her collection of slave related items.  She put it on my neck, locked it, and attached a serious looking chain to the front of it.  We were in the kitchen, and that was when  I noticed a large ball - iron I'd guess - sitting on the floor.  It looked like the sort of ball that they used to attach to chain gang convicts to keep them from running away.  She led me to the ball and attached the chain to it.  The damned thing was really heavy, and I couldn't raise my head more than a couple of feet - or less - with that thing attached to my collar.  I spent pretty much the whole day attached to that ball, and when I needed to move from one spot to another, I had to help it along with my hands, which was pretty hard to do since she then shackled my wrists together about a foot apart with another wicked looking pair of old looking shackles."

I'd seen Vanessa's collection of slave items, and I had a good mental picture of how daunting it must have been for Karl to be decked out in such finery.  At least she'd kept his ankles free to move around, but that would have been necessary to allow him to crawl from spot to spot as he scrubbed her floors.  "I scrubbed as hard and fast as I could, but it was never hard and fast enough for her.  She used a crop on me and eventually changed to a short whip which hurt like hell, and she did plenty of yelling every time I collapsed in exhaustion.  The few times I was prone on the floor, sweating like a pig, she'd reach down and grab my balls, slowly squeezing until I got started scrubbing again.  She'd laugh and say "No rest for my white slave.  You better keep your African Queen happy".  Then it would start over again, and again."

Yes, Vanessa had really been into it.  After she ate lunch and had Karl eat off the floor, she moved him into the living room where she gave him a "rest" by having him worship then paint her toes, as she'd described to me.  This was when she had some of her "fun" with Karl, an interlude she hadn't mentioned to me.  He was still attached to the ball, painting her toes, when she said she was getting a little warm.  In Karl's words  "I could hear her doing something with her clothes.  She said she needed some air on her body and told me not to dare look up.  Then she gave me a running commentary as she removed her blouse and dropped it on the floor next to me.  She said "There, that feels better", then her bra followed, as she let out sighs, and told me she was rubbing her tits while I did her toes.  Lots of  "mmms" and little growls as she played with herself.  I didn't  glance up, but I sure knew she was having fun."

When Karl finished her toes, she asked him if he'd like to be freed from his chain and ball to look up and see her tits.  He said "Whatever you wish, Mistress" like a good slave should, but Vanessa said she wanted a "yes or no" answer.  "I didn't know what to say" explained Karl.  "I figured that if I answered "no" she'd get mad, but if I said "yes" she might also get mad, but it seemed the safest thing to do was say "yes" rather than risk insulting her by saying I didn't want to see her tits.   In the end, I said "yes".  She laughed and continued to rub herself, saying "Yes, I bet you would.  They're beautiful tits, worthy of a black Goddess, but you're just a lowly slave.  You'll have to earn the right to look at my tits."  Then she stood up, reached down and unlocked my neck chain, turned around and said "I might let you see my tits if you kiss my ass properly.  Raise your head."

Karl did so and found himself looking directly at Vanessa's ass, still covered by her pants.  She jammed it backwards into Karl's face and said "Kiss it!  Kiss it until I tell you to stop.  And I better feel the passion!" 

"Hold it there," I said to Karl.  "Let me see if I have this right.  Vanessa is standing up, you're still on your knees, but your head is now even with her ass.  She's naked from the waist up, and she's just jammed her still clothed ass into your face and told you to kiss it with passion.  And all this is supposedly to see if you can look at her tits."

"Yes, that's right," said Karl.

"Did you really want to look at her tits?" I asked.  "Tell me the truth."

"All I was thinking about was what I had to do to please her and avoid punishment.  I'd already been cropped and whipped and yelled at and had my balls squeezed.  I don't need to look at any tits besides yours, but I was in a position where if I refused to do what she said, I'd undoubtedly have been made to suffer for it.  Her ass wasn't bare, it didn't feel at all sexual, and neither would looking at her tits if it came to that.  I just wanted to avoid more pain."

I had another question, a big one, but I decided to hold it for later, and instead asked what happened next.  "I kissed her ass," said Karl.  "She was still playing with her own tits, evidently, and I could hear her "happy" noises as I kissed and kissed her ass for what seemed like a long time.  But I guess I wasn't passionate enough, because she suddenly pulled away, and told me to get my head back down to the floor.  She reattached the chain to the ball and told me that I hadn't earned the right to look at her tits.  Not even close.  Then she berated me for not showing the proper excitement at being allowed to kiss her ass, and used her whip on my back as punishment.  Then she rode me like a horse into the bathroom and continued to sit on my back and used the crop on my legs to spur me on.  More collapsing, more ball squeezing, more whipping and yelling, and so on until you arrived."

Wow, I thought.  Not exactly what I'd pictured when all this "lending" stuff began.  But then, I really hadn't pictured anything specific, as it was basically an experiment.  I knew I needed time to absorb all I'd heard, but I did have that one big question for Karl, so I asked it.

"Karl, what would you have done if Vanessa's ass had been bare when she stuck it in your face, and she told you to use your tongue to worship it, inside and out?"

Karl didn't hesitate.  "No way I would have done that.  I guess I'd be a lot more black and blue, but so be it.  That sort of thing is reserved for you, and only you."

I must admit that I felt a few tears in my usually hard eyes, and a huge feeling of relief that it hadn't come to that.  I think I always knew that Karl wouldn't have done anything really sexual with Vanessa, and although I was intrigued to put him to the lose-lose test, I now had my answer without Karl having to suffer by refusing Vanessa.  Maybe I'm getting soft in my old age, but that's the way I feel, and I have serious doubts about putting him in that sort of position again.

Karl asked me once more if there were going to be a next time.  I just smiled and said "We'll see.  Now get us another drink".  After all, I'm not THAT soft.  Let him wonder.

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LENDING KARL OUT: Results, Part Two

When I arrived at Vanessa's house to pick up Karl, I was feeling quite nervous.  I didn't really have any idea what had happened all day or whether or not I'd be happy with the results.  I'd pictured so many different scenarios that I'd tired my brain out and was wondering if the whole idea of lending Karl out was really worth all the mental gyrations I was going through.  As often happens, the reality of what seemed an intriguing idea was not as I'd expected it to be.  This was supposed to take pressure off of me, not put it on, and I was annoyed at myself for feeling nervous.  So I gathered myself, calmed down, and knocked on Vanessa's door.

She let me in, dressed the same as she'd been in the morning, except that she was barefoot.  I asked her how it had gone, and she said "Fine.  Karl's just finishing up with the bathroom floor, so why don't we sit in the living room and have us a little chat while we're waiting."  I really wanted to see Karl, but I also wanted to hear what Vanessa had to say, so off we went to the living room.

Vanessa and I are best friends, but we both loved to tease each other, and I knew that she knew how curious I was, and I knew that she was going to draw this out as much as possible just to drive me crazy.  So after putting up with her asking me how MY day was, and insisting on specifics, I finally just looked at her and said "Okay Vanessa, now let's have the story you know I'm waiting to hear.  Stop goofing around and tell me everything that happened."

She laughed and said "All right, sweetie, here's how it all went down.  Except I'm not gonna tell you everything 'cause I'm sure you'll be asking Karl about all this later, and some of this is stuff that he should tell you.  So I'll give you the general outline and he can fill in the blanks."

And so she did.  Here's the gist of what she had to say, and I'll write it as a narrative because I'd never be able to do justice to Vanessa's street-wise jargon.  She began by saying that she'd decided to have Karl work on her kitchen and bathroom floors.  Both were tiled and the tiles had plenty of accumulated dirt on the grout between each tile.  That stuff is a bitch to get off, and Vanessa knew it would be a worthy challenge for her "slave of the day".

She had bought all sorts of cleaning stuff, including stiff brushes, packaged tile cleaners, rags for wiping and drying and a bucket for water.  What she didn't have to buy were the various chains and shackles that she already had in her collection, along with a generous assortment of crops, whips and canes, many of which she expected to use as "motivation" for Karl.  Vanessa was clearly into her plantation overseer role, and she fully planned to work Karl's white ass off.

She went on to say that she'd started Karl out in the kitchen where she told him the three big rules of the day: no speaking unless spoken to, do exactly as I say, and keep your head down and your eyes on the floor.  As for the last rule, she further told Karl that the only part of her body he was allowed to look at was her feet.  She warned him that if she saw his eyes move toward the upper part of her body he'd be severely punished.  She said she'd "done some stuff" to help him remember that last rule, but said that Karl could explain the details.

So Karl had begun cleaning the floor, and she'd "supervised" his work, making sure that he was putting his all into the task and going at a speed she liked, which she assured me was very fast.  She smiled as she said that she'd given Karl a lot of incentive with the generous use of her whip and crop collection.  "But don't worry" she said "no permanent damage."  I could well imagine Vanessa's idea of "incentive".  In truth, it was probably a lot like mine, so I wasn't too worried.

She said that it took Karl several hours to complete the kitchen floor, and they took a break for lunch.  Vanessa sat on one of the high stools in her kitchen and ate a sandwich which she shared with Karl by throwing bits of it on the floor that was now clean enough to eat off of, thanks to my husband.  She "generously" supplied a bowl of water that he could lap up while he ate.

I must say that at this point I was realizing the mistake I'd made by lending out Karl as a "slave" instead of as a sub.  It was one thing to keep him busy working for another Dom, but I should have realized that Vanessa was going to take it to an extreme.  On the other hand, Karl had an ongoing slave fantasy and I'd certainly used that in the past to create some rather vivid scenarios myself, so for all I knew he may have been into this.  I really needed to talk with Karl.

Vanessa then told me that she remembered how I'd trained Karl to do pedicures and toenail polishing, so she'd decided to give him a little break before doing the bathroom floor, and off they went - Karl crawling - to the living room, where Vanessa removed her boots, went off to get some nail polish and a foot stool, and returned with both.  She didn't have the right equipment for a pedicure, but the idea of a nice toenail polishing struck her as delightful.  She told Karl he had 15 minutes to worship her feet, and if she were satisfied that he was thrilled to be allowed to lick and suck her toes and feet, he'd be allowed to do her toenails.  Evidently, she was indeed satisfied, as she pointed to her feet, and said "See what a nice job he did.  You've trained him well."  Of course, I already knew that, and Vanessa's toes were flawlessly polished.

After that, it was off to the bathroom for more scrubbing and more incentive, and that's what he was finishing up on when I arrived.  Vanessa gave me a coy smile, and said "So is there anything else you'd like to know?"  As if she didn't know.   So I laughed, called her a bitch and said "What else did Karl use his tongue on?"

"Well.........." she drawled, stretching it out, "I must admit that I had plans for that tongue, and I was plenty juiced up for it, but  I know how much the thought of Karl's tongue in my pussy or ass has been worrying you, and I know this is the man you love, and you're my best friend, and well, I just couldn't do it."

I must admit that I felt a huge sense of relief when Vanessa told me that.  I know I said I'd been excited to see how he'd deal with the lose-lose situation that it would have been for him, but knowing it had never come to that was a very, very good feeling.  I gave Vanessa a big hug, and she laughed and threw this at me  "But don't think I didn't have me some fun with that good lookin' man.  There are other parts of my body that needed some attention.  But I'll leave that for him to explain."

She was being a tease bitch again, but I knew I'd get the whole story from Karl, so I just let it go.  Vanessa grabbed Karl's clothes off the chair where they'd been since the morning, and said "I'll see if he's done.  Wait out here and I'll get him for you."  And so she did.

I'll finish this in my next posting, and I promise to let you know everything Karl told me.

LENDING KARL OUT: Results, Part One

When I gave Karl his list of instructions (see my previous posting), he looked up at me quizzically for a moment and then did as he was told without saying anything.  A very well trained sub, if I do say so myself.  When I was ready to leave, I phoned Vanessa and told her we were on our way, collected Karl at the door and proceeded to drive him to his "work place" for the day.  In the car, I told him that he was now in slave mode and asked him if he had any questions.

"Yes, Your Highness" (which is his proper method of addressing me when in slave mode).  "Do you know what I'll be doing for Mistress Vanessa?"

"Not exactly.  It's up to her, but I'd imagine you'll be kept quite busy.  I'd advise you to do exactly as she orders."

"Yes, Your Highness.  How long will I be there?"

"Until I pick you up.  That's enough questions.  Mistress Vanessa will give you your instructions when we arrive.  Don't forget the proper method of greeting a Mistress."

I liked the idea of keeping Karl in the dark, and in truth, I really had no idea what Vanessa had planned anyway  All I was sure of was that I was tingling with excitement, and I could only imagine what Karl was feeling.  Probably a mixture of fear and (hopefully) excitement, but I suspected that fear was the dominant factor.

We arrived about 10 A.M.  Vanessa appeared at the door wearing a white blouse with plenty of cleavage showing, tucked into a pair of tight fitting tan Capri pants tucked into a calf length pair of lovely brown leather lace up boots with 4 inch heels.  She was holding a riding crop, and as usual, she was ravishing.  When we entered, Karl immediately went to his knees before her and kissed each boot, remaining on the floor with his head to the ground before her.   I was pleased.

Vanessa reached down with the crop and raised Karl's head with the tip under his chin until he was looking at her.  "Her Highness and I need to talk in the other room.  Remove all of your clothes, put them on the chair to your left and resume the position you were just in.  You may only speak when I address you.  Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

So Vanessa and I left Karl as he was taking off his clothing, and we went into the living room to talk a bit.  I told her that Karl had been ordered to obey her instructions just as he would obey mine, and that he understood that he could and would be disciplined by her in any way she saw fit.  No permanent damage, of course, but otherwise no holds barred.  She had my cell phone number if she needed to reach me, and I told her I'd probably be back around 4 P.M., so she had Karl for about 6 hours.  We'd already discussed just about everything over the phone, but we had a cup of coffee and a few cookies just to let Karl wait a bit longer in anticipation. 

Finally, I was ready to leave.  Vanessa grabbed a dog collar and a leash, and we walked to the door where Karl was naked, in proper position, wearing nothing but his chastity device.  Vanessa put the collar around his neck, attached the leash, and without further ado, nor any words to Karl, I left her house.

It's hard to describe what I was feeling as I walked toward my car.  This was the first time I had ever loaned out Karl to anyone, the first time he'd been put in the "care" of anyone but me.  I'd be lying if I said that all I felt was excitement.  There was fear there as well.  Fear of an unknown situation, fear that things could turn out badly, fear that this would all backfire on me and my relationship with Karl.  But I pulled myself together, stifled my misgivings as much as possible, and allowed the excitement to take over.  Karl was in the hands of another Dom, and I let my imagination run wild, thinking about what I might do if the situation were reversed and Vanessa had left a sub with me.  Vanessa was my best friend, I trusted her, I knew she wouldn't do anything we hadn't agreed upon, and I admired her imagination, just as she admired mine.  Karl was in good hands, just as her sub would be if he were in my hands. 

So, off I went, and for the rest of the the day I was busy doing volunteer work at a nursing home, which kept me busy.  Of course, I thought about Karl and Vanessa many times, even phoned her once and was assured that things were going well, and eventually it was time to fetch Karl.

To be continued.