Ch 53: Not as subtle as she thought.

“Come in!” invited Kaede with a grin.

Xenovia entered Kaede’s room. This evening was the first ‘bridal training’ session she would do without Irina, and she was very curious about what would happen.

Once Kaede locked the door, she turned more serious.

“Xenovia, tonight, I’ll introduce you to several new things. It will be faster paced, so we will use three safe words. Green means that you are fine, and wish for the session to continue. Orange means that you need a pause because something makes you uncomfortable, and we will discuss it. And Red means that you want the session to end. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nodded Xenovia.

“Good. If you say Red, I’ll be disappointed with myself, as that would mean I’m doing a bad job at teaching you. But I won’t be angry at you. Remove your clothes, Xenovia.”

Xenovia slowly removed her clothes, when she was done, Kaede picked them up, putting them on the nearby table after folding them crudely, and slowly turned around Xenovia.

Xenovia shivered slightly when she felt Kaede’s hand on her lower back, and that hand drifted toward the front, where Kaede’s fingers only met smooth skin.

“I see that you have shaved like I asked. I am pleased, Xenovia. You’ve been a good girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

From a drawer, Kaede took a thick black leather collar. Xenovia didn’t more and only stared into her ‘Mistress’ eyes as she fastened the collar against her throat.

“Good girl.” muttered Kaede. Xenovia saw her use Item Creation, as she had done repeatedly before, and a pair of long gloves made of a glossy black material she didn’t recognize appeared in her hands.

“Have you ever worn latex before, Xenovia?”

“No, Mistress.”

‘So this is what latex clothing looks like.’ Wondered Xenovia in silence, as Kaede took her right hand and scrunched the long glove between her fingers, before starting to put it on her.

“Latex is a nice material, and one I have grown to like a lot. It is fragile and can tear, so you need to be careful with your nails. You can wash it with just warm water. It looks and feel great. I think you will like it, too.” commented Kaede, as more and more of Xenovia’s arm was covered by the long glove.

“Yes, Mistress.”

When the glove stopped near Xenovia’s armpit, Kaede rubbed the latex, both to reduce the creases and air pockets trapped under the material and to shine it with some kind of silicone-based oil. Kaede then repeated the same process with Xenovia’s right arm, and created two black stockings made from the same material. She made a black latex bra and panties to go with it.

Three minutes later, all four of Xenovia’s limbs as well as her breasts and crotch were covered in black, glossy latex.

“What do you think of your new outfit, Xenovia?” softly asked Kaede.

Xenovia touched herself gingerly.

“…It is very tight, like a second skin, but I do not dislike it, Mistress. I like how shiny it is.”

“Good. Now, stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself as you experience it more. I’m going to change into my own outfit.” Said Kaede as she disappeared in the attached bathroom.

Xenovia smiled slightly as she did as instructed. She was no idiot, and had found out on the fourth day what Kaede truly was after. She was trying to train her and Irina to become slaves for her Master.

Xenovia had been a little disappointed at her friend’s deception, but after some more thinking, she decided she had nothing to lose playing along. The games they had played in the week since they had started this ‘bridal training’ felt strange or a little embarrassing at times, but they weren’t unpleasant, and she was confident that Kaede would really teach her the necessary knowledge she was lacking, about how to seduce a man and please him in bed.

But she had another reason, too.

If Kaede’s little scheme succeeded, she and Irina would remain together for the foreseeable future, instead of parting ways shortly after Irina would find her childhood friend. Irina never made a secret of her being part of the Inquisition being only a temporary thing, while Xenovia, being an orphan, didn’t really have anything else in her life, besides Irina. And if Kaede’s Master was as half as strong and handsome as Kaede's frequent boasts implied, she wouldn’t mind playing those sexual games with him, as long as he treated her well and gave him strong kids.

And so far, being a submissive had proved to be a fun and relaxing experience, and Xenovia was willing to continue.

She slowly ran her hands on her legs, appreciating the slick feeling of the latex and thinking that this material was growing on her, when the door of the bathroom opened, and Xenovia gasped.

Kaede was dressed in a black latex bodysuit covering her body from the neck down, excepted for her hands and the partially open front zip revealing a deep cleavage. A black latex corset made her waist look thinner, and knee-length, high-heeled black leather boots made her appear taller.

“That is my Mistress outfit, at least for tonight. Do you like what you see?” asked Kaede with a confident smile.

“Yes, Mistress.” honestly said Xenovia as she drank in Kaede’s appearance. Somehow the outfit made her friend look more… confident, dominating. Maybe it was just the high heels, but Xenovia found it quite appealing. For an instant, she wondered he she would manage to look equally confident and alluring in the same outfit.

“Good. I’m going to wear something similar pretty often during our sessions from now on. Now come here, Xenovia.” Said Kaede as she pointed to a spot near the foot of her bed, her back facing it.

Kaede placed Xenovia near the bed, under a large wooden beam that was part of the dormitory’s roof, and created four black leather cuffs, as well as some ropes. She looped two of the rope above the beam and used them to bind Xenovia with her hand slightly above head level, and wide apart. She also used the bed’s feet to have Xenovia spread her legs apart and fix them in position.

Xenovia quietly tested her bonds as Kaede created the next two items, a black latex blindfold, and a simple ball gag.

“Green?” asked Kaede.

“Green, Mistress.” Nodded Xenovia, her eyes fixed on the gag.

“Open wide, Xenovia.”

The red rubber ball filled Xenovia’s mouth with a slight pop, and Kaede fastened the strap tightly behind Xenovia’s neck.

“Good girl.” She praised her.

Kaede slipped the blindfold over Xenovia’s eyes, plunging her in darkness, and pressed her body against hers, hugging it tightly.

“The first thing you’re learning tonight, Xenovia, is latex.” Said Kaede, speaking softly into Xenovia’s ear.  "I am glad that you seem to like it. I intend to nurture that liking further over the coming weeks, so you will often wear various latex outfits as well. Not as many as I’d like, since we need to hide those from others, but we’ll make do with a few small pieces.”

“The second thing, is pleasure. But before I teach you how to give pleasure to your partner, you first need to experience it for yourself. Tonight, I will give you your first orgasm... More than one, likely. I will also teach you how being deprived of your sight can make the pleasure more intense, and the gag will keep you quiet, just in case. We don’t want sister Griselda to hear us and barge in.”

Kaede started running her hands over Xenovia’s body, and she moaned softly into her gag, her breathing accelerating.

“And finally, Once I decide you’ve had enough for this session, I will remove that gag, and I will start teaching you how to kiss someone. Still green?”

“…mesph, mhiphtess.” Nodded Xenovia.

“Such a good girl. Let’s get started, then.” Kaede activated Hands of Nirvana, and started exploring Xenovia’s body, her touch sometimes light as she brushed her skin with the tip of a nail, sometime more needy and insistent. At random times, she nibbled or blew her hot breath on Xenovia’s sensitive spots. Before long, Xenovia started to pant as she squirmed.

Kaede played with her friend’s body, slowly making her experience a pleasure she had never felt before.

…

Xenovia’s mind was in turmoil, as she struggled in her bonds. She was feeling something building up, coming from the core of her body. She supposed it was that orgasm she was so curious about, and wanted it to happen, but at the same time, Kaede’s hands an tongue felt so good on her body that she wanted this sweet torture to last longer. And Kaede seemed intend to do just that, as she was slowing down her ministrations.

She didn’t know how long her Mistress played with her body as she helplessly squirmed and moaned into her gag, but at some point, she felt the hands grow more insistent and quicker, and a finger entered her.

“Cum for your Mistress, Xenovia.” Commanded Kaede, and Xenovia came.

Her mind went blank as she convulsed, Kaede her held tightly against her body as she tried to prolong her orgasm.

When the intense pleasure subsided, Xenovia laid limply in her bonds.

“Congratulations on your first orgasm, Xenovia. You liked this, right?”

Xenovia nodded, her nostrils flaring as she recovered her breath.

“And you want more, right?”

Xenovia nodded.

“Phess, mhiphress…”

“Good girl. I’ll tie you up differently before we do.”

Kaede created a black leather armbinder and placed it on the bed before she untied Xenovia.

Her trainee, following a rule Kaede had introduced to her and Irina previously, didn’t make any attempt to remove the gag or blindfold and simply stood there, waiting.

Kaede turned Xenovia around to face the bed.

“Hands behind your back, palms against each other.”

“Yhess, miphtreph.”

Kaede took the armbinder and slipped it up her arms. She had to tug upward a few times to make it go as high as it could, then used the leather straps to go over her shoulders, crisscrossing over her upper torso. She fastened them tightly, making sure the armbinder wouldn’t slip down her arms. Kaede started lacing the restraint close, gradually forcing Xenovia’s shoulders closer to each other.

“Xenovia, Are you still green?”

“mhess, phisress.” She nodded.

“Your elbows are being pulled closer to each other. If it starts becoming painful, tell me immediately, okay?”

“mphess, mistphress.”

Kaede went over het laces several times, making the armbinder tighter and tighter, but Xenovia never did more than the occasional grind, and her elbows ended up touching.

“Good girl. This is the second most uncomfortable restraint I know of, but you’re taking it like a champ.” Said Kaede with satisfaction as she tied up the lacing and shoved the excess lace inside the armbinder, between her elbows.

She moved Xenovia in front of the mirror and removed her blindfold, then her gag.

“It’s called an armbinder. What do you think of it?”

Xenovia tested the unforgiving leather, moving her arms around with her limited range of movement.

“Mistress, it is, very strict, and I’m not sure I want to wear it for too long, but at the same time, I do not want you to remove it. I’ll get used to it. You said there was a restraint that was even more strict than this? I have a hard time imagining it.”

“There is.” smiled Kaede. “My Master made one and showed it to me, but he didn’t try to have any of his maids wear it. Something called a reverse-prayer armbinder. It binds your hands together behind your neck, while your elbows are still strapped to each other. But none of us was flexible enough to even try without feeling pain on our shoulders, so Master just put it away.”

Kaede put the blindfold back over Xenovia’s eyes.

“But back to the present. You have been a very good girl, Xenovia, and you deserve a reward.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Said Xenovia obediently.

Kaede guided her to the bed and had Xenovia lay with her bound arms under her, and spread her legs.

She would give Xenovia her second orgasm, and she would use her tongue to do it.

As she started gently lapping around Xenovia’s engorged clit, taking her time to tease her properly, she carefully observed Xenovia’s reactions.

The squirming girl was progressing faster down the road Kaede had set for her than she had originally planned for, accepting everything Kaede did to her without the slightest complaint. For a moment, she wondered if she had misread her and if Xenovia wasn’t another natural submissive like Irina.

But in the end, it didn’t really matter if she was a natural at this or not. It was simply a matter of reinforcement, making her associate sexual pleasure with latex outfits, bondage and obedience to her voice, again and again. Eventually, Xenovia’s deliberate obedience would become instinctive, ingrained too deeply to be undone. Not that she would ever want to.

That was the real key to dominate someone, Noah had once told her. All the erotic stories about abusing someone for a few days and seeing them become devoted slaves were simply nonsense. It only worked if you taught the slave to want to be dominated, both physically and emotionally.

…

Irina was under her cover, wondering what kind of things Kaede was doing to Xenovia, and trying to suppress her envy. She knew it would be her turn to be alone with her next evening and was looking forward to it.

Thinking about it, Irina repressed a giggle as she tried to imagine the expression Kaede would make if she were to tell her that she knew what she was up to.

It had taken her a few days to figure it out, but Kaede wasn’t as subtle as she thought she was, and Irina suspected Xenovia had guessed as well. So Irina had decided to humor Kaede for now, and pretended to be oblivious.

She would have to put a stop to it eventually, thank her friend for sharing her experience, but also gently but firmly tell her to stop her attempts to turn her into a sex slave for her Master… But not right now. Kaede had already given her many useful tips that she would be able to use to attract and keep Issei’s attention, and promised much more. Besides, the ‘bridal training’, was actually quite pleasant and relaxing, if she was being honest with herself.

It had already become the part of her days she was looking forward to the most. Irina always came out of those sessions feeling very refreshed. She entrusted herself to Kaede, and Kaede had been worthy of her trust, not doing anything to her that she disliked. Well, aside from hiding her real goal.

Irina had finally decided to see the whole thing as a trial set by God to test her feelings. If she withstood the temptation Kaede was subjecting her to, her love would be proven to be pure, and she would be worthy of being with Issei.

And if she couldn’t, if she were to fall to the pleasures of the flesh and become unable to live without Kaede, then becoming her and her Master’s slave would be what she deserved.

Yes, she would keep attending Kaede’s ‘lessons’, and would act as a good submissive, but would not really acknowledge Kaede as her Mistress, until Kaede gave up, or until they found Issei. Stopping before would be like abandoning God’s trial halfway, and she wouldn’t do that.

Irina, satisfied with having found a legitimate reason to go along with her newly discovered desires, smiled as she tried to fall asleep.