Early in the morning, I replaced her slave collar with her more permanent leather posture collar, just to let her get used to the idea. Then I pressed her head forward, as far as the collar would allow, to have her learn its confining limitations.

After he changed my collar, my Master reclipped the reins on my nipple rings. I could feel him do this but the collar prevented me from looking down to see. He drew me up. I followed Him out of the bedroom, through some doors and out into the courtyard. I was outside, naked, roped and helpless! What if someone should see?

I secretly smiled at her discomfort at being outdoors, but totally ignored it. Like my bedroom, I had kept this courtyard out of bounds to all servants for the moment. Off to the exerciser we went, where I clipped her in and told her she was going for a walk. Then I tied some coarse rope around her waist tightly, and tied her wrists to it behind her. She would spend the whole day building up her stamina, in nipple rein obedience training.

Laura quickly realized the purpose of the contraption she was now attached to. There was a donkey also attached to it, and Master was just getting it unhobbled. She was to walk around in a circle, just like that donkey, except that she would be painfully pulled ahead by the reins if ever she faltered.

"I expect you to raise your legs to waist level with each step! And you will point your toes down, gracefully." I ordered, and left her to her duties.

All day she trudged around that exerciser, naked and nipple-leashed. I watched now and then from the window, taking great pleasure in her beauty. A few times I had to go outside and whip her ass, to remind her she had to raise her legs high, gracefully. By mid-afternoon her gait was ingrained into her, almost automatic.

At dusk I released her and took her back to my bedroom. She knelt for the night bound and chained in her usual position, her nipple rein bit in her teeth. "Congratulations, girl, you have graduated. Tomorrow I'll give you your permanent diploma."

Laura had learned to sleep kneeling. Necessity was the mother of invention. She needed sleep, she was exhausted, so she adapted. She had drifted off wondering what that diploma could be.

I woke her up, replaced her nipple reins and marched her to the dungeon. I was delighted to note that she raised her leg above waist high and pointed her toe with each step. She looked so beautiful.

Master led me to a strangely eerie room I had never seen - it made me very nervous. There was a large brazier full of hot coals mid-room, with an iron glowing red in it. Beyond it there were some ominous looking wooden devices. He led me near a wall past the searing heat, unleashed me and cuffed my arms and legs spreadeagled to an x-shaped wooden structure. As I stood there on my tiptoes, I wondered if He would whip me again. I felt, rather than saw Him draw several turns of that coarse rope across my waist and the narrowest part of the frame. He made sure it was tied so impossibly tight that I couldn't even wiggle.

"You have certainly earned your diploma," I said as I pressed my branding iron, which bore my "P" brand, deep into her left flank.

Laura finally broke her silence, a long agonizing "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" escaping her lips. She was being branded!!!! The pain was so intense, unbearable. She nearly fainted.

I left her there on the frame for an hour, letting her accept her fate and accommodate to it. She sure looked delectable, with my brand of ownership on that creamy white flank!

She was still moaning softly when I took her outside for another long day on the exerciser with her donkey friend.

In the evening I returned and watched her as she pranced round and round in the growing darkness. She was truly a delicious vision. Though reluctant to end my pleasure, I finally released her and led her back to my bedroom. She was clearly exhausted and in pain, yet she followed her reins wordlessly, with the proper posture and high stepping gait.

I said, "Time for your permanent harness, girl."

Laura watched her Master bring a leather contraption near her and stood tall as He applied it to her body, His property. A wide leather belt with two buckles went tightly around her waist. From it came straps up and down. The upper straps somehow went above and below her breasts, making them stand out, rings shining. The straps then continued upwards. He buckled them all so tight, in a firm embrace, then buckled the remaining strap to her posture collar. Similar buckling took place behind her, and included the strap heading down from the belt, under her crotch, up between her ass cheeks, and on to the waist belt, quite tightly. More straps pressed upon her upper arms, her wrists and her thighs. Laura felt oddly constricted, ever so held, most definitely in harness.

I knew from previous experience that by now she would identify with me, and soon even be an eagerly willing masochistic accomplice to her own situation. I made her kneel, clipped on her silver nipple rein bit chain, and went to sleep.

Go to Day 7.


© SirJeff, March 2004