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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