Chapter 2: Lady Sehra
As they stepped through the portal into the Wifery, Jana and Nelk entered a vast office. It was a room worthy of a museum. Full of original pieces of furniture, it seemed twice as large thanks to a mirrored wall. The opulence of the room was nothing compared to elaborate dress of its sole occupant.
Lady Sehra needed no introduction. Her power to decide who would be permitted to enter the Junior Council was enough to ensure that everyone knew who she was. Graduates of Lady Sehra's Wifery tended to achieve the highest levels of Bhalan politics. She was a revered authority on ethics, and her knowledge of her students meant that she inevitably featured as an expert witness whenever one of them faced criminal charges.
"Jana, place yourself over the trial table." She commanded, rising. She was dressed in a deep blue velvet dress with a full crinoline. The sky blue lace accents flattered every curve of a trim physique. Looking around, Jana saw the table. Looking up at Nelk, she received an encouraging nod and smile and hurried towards the table.
The table was unusual, with the far side lower than the near side and a built-in stock along the far edge, and ankle clasps near the floor on each leg. Once her ankles were secured, legs uncomfortably stretched, Jana lowered herself into the stocks. They were designed, as were the clasps, to immediately capture and immobilise anything that touched them. With her throat and wrists secured against the table surface, all Jana could do was to look up through the mirror as Nelk and Lady Sehra approached. She was exposed and vulnerable, her only possible motion was a shameful wriggling of her bottom. She could escape nothing, but only worsen her shame.
"Every wife must learn to submit in the most intimate of ways." Lady Sehra began. "Dip two fingers in the oil and push them into her bottom." Jana frowned as a fleeting grin crossed Nelk's face. She had never before permitted such an unseemly invasion and it seemed that Nelk was less bothered by her objection than pleased by the prospect of ignoring it. "No, don't close your eyes, Jana. Watch in the mirror." Lady Sehra commanded. His fingers dripping with oil, Nelk pressed the tips between her bottom cheeks. Open and helpless as she was, he could see exactly what he was doing and there was no cause for hesitation. Jana's eyes filled with tears as her bottom was briskly penetrated. "Bhalan girls often find this the most difficult things to endure. Will you be one of those?" Lady Sehra reached over and wiped a tear from Jana's cheek with her thumb. "Poor dear, does the prospect of having to offer up your bottom distress you?"
"Please," Jana whispered, desperately wanting Nelk to withdraw, even as she knew that asking for it would destroy her chances at the wishes of a life time. She whimpered as Nelk's long fingers started a slow, relentless thrusting. In and out, never fully releasing her bottom.
"What are you feeling, my dear?"
"It hurts." Jana whispered.
"Does it? How unfortunate for you." Lady Sehra glanced down at Nelk's hand.
"Nelk, why are you doing that?" She inquired, watching the invasive thrusts.
"It's fun." He admitted, seeming surprised. They both intently watched his fingers move and the pitiful wiggles of Jana's bottom.
"Rub your cock between her ass cheeks until you cum." Lady Sehra ordered. "But be careful not to touch her pussy." With a hand on either of Jana's hips, Nelk could push her ass cheeks together, creating a warm and tight channel for his cock. Enjoying the view of his glans emerging at the top of her butt, it was a moment before Nelk looked up into the mirror and discovered another pleasure. Every time the head of his cock passed over her tight little anus, Jana's entire body reacted. Her nervousness that he might penetrate her right there and her embarrassment that he would do this to her when someone was watching was written across her face even as her bottom clenched in panic at every passage of his erection.
Finally, he squirted his cum all over her lower back, watching the whitish goo roll slowly in the valley of her spine. Pulling back, he was surprised, and enchanted, when Lady Sehra immediately reached between Jana's legs and rubbed slightly, coming away with incontrovertible proof that she too had been aroused by the events of the recent minutes.
"You will do well here." She declared. "Nelk, you are clearly perfectly able to perform your duties with an audience. Jana, for all that you claim to dislike being treated in this way, your pussy is soaking wet. You will perhaps never come to a point of acceptance of this. I hope that is the case because if you never make your peace with public exposure and private humiliations, you will be one of the best students I've ever guided." Reaching over, Lady Sehra collected what looked to Jana as an enormous butt-plug: until she saw that it was one of the smallest within reach. Dunking it in the oil, she immediately brought it to Jana's bottom hole and unceremoniously pushed it in until Jana's sorely stretched ass-hole clamped on the groove at its base. Giving it three gentle tugs that puckered Jana's anal ring without budging the butt plug, Lady Sehra nodded, clearly satisfied that Jana would retain it without difficulty. Stepping around the table, she secured a collar around Jana's neck and using wrist cuffs and a light, secured her hands behind her in such a way that she could never reach her bottom.
"There are few rules here, Jana. The few we have are for the students. The first is that you have no rights: not to privacy, not to control your own body, nothing. Should you be seen entering a loo alone, you will be punished. Should you manage by whatever means to free your bottom from the plug, you will be whipped then perhaps expelled. You will eat and drink what you are told, when you are told. At any time, you may choose to leave the Wifery but you would do so with the knowledge that you will never be permitted to return." Running her fingers along Jana's jawline and then wiping away a stray tear with her thumb, Lady Sehra finally sought a verbal answer from Jana. "Is it your desire to enter the Wifery now, with Nelk as your Master?"
"Yes." Jana whispered.
"And you understand that no quarter will be given to you? If you are punished, there will be no recourse, no redress. There is no justice within these walls for the likes of you. Whatever power you may someday wield outside of these walls, you will never have the power to avenge what you are subjected to here, and you will never have the power to retaliate against Nelk for what he will do, to you and for you?"
"I understand."
"Very well. Each training cycle is twelve days. Yours will begin tomorrow morning. Masters and wives must be in attendance at breakfast. Under no circumstances are you permitted to leave your chamber without a buttplug in place. As a novice wife, you are also not permitted to conceal any part of your anatomy. You will spend the rest of the day in the hygiene suite. There, you will be prepared for the start of tomorrow's classes. During training, you will address Nelk as Master and everyone else, even the other novices, as ma'am or sir. You may address me, and only me, as Mistress."
"Yes Mistress."
"Go through those doors, they will be waiting for you." Lady Sehra ordered, waving at a tiny door. To go through it, Jana would need to bend over or go through on her knees, providing a final glimpse of her bare bottom and it's nestled intruder. "Nelk, you will remain here as I have private information to impart." With a last glance at Nelk, Jana hurried through the doorway.
Lady Sehra needed no introduction. Her power to decide who would be permitted to enter the Junior Council was enough to ensure that everyone knew who she was. Graduates of Lady Sehra's Wifery tended to achieve the highest levels of Bhalan politics. She was a revered authority on ethics, and her knowledge of her students meant that she inevitably featured as an expert witness whenever one of them faced criminal charges.
"Jana, place yourself over the trial table." She commanded, rising. She was dressed in a deep blue velvet dress with a full crinoline. The sky blue lace accents flattered every curve of a trim physique. Looking around, Jana saw the table. Looking up at Nelk, she received an encouraging nod and smile and hurried towards the table.
The table was unusual, with the far side lower than the near side and a built-in stock along the far edge, and ankle clasps near the floor on each leg. Once her ankles were secured, legs uncomfortably stretched, Jana lowered herself into the stocks. They were designed, as were the clasps, to immediately capture and immobilise anything that touched them. With her throat and wrists secured against the table surface, all Jana could do was to look up through the mirror as Nelk and Lady Sehra approached. She was exposed and vulnerable, her only possible motion was a shameful wriggling of her bottom. She could escape nothing, but only worsen her shame.
"Every wife must learn to submit in the most intimate of ways." Lady Sehra began. "Dip two fingers in the oil and push them into her bottom." Jana frowned as a fleeting grin crossed Nelk's face. She had never before permitted such an unseemly invasion and it seemed that Nelk was less bothered by her objection than pleased by the prospect of ignoring it. "No, don't close your eyes, Jana. Watch in the mirror." Lady Sehra commanded. His fingers dripping with oil, Nelk pressed the tips between her bottom cheeks. Open and helpless as she was, he could see exactly what he was doing and there was no cause for hesitation. Jana's eyes filled with tears as her bottom was briskly penetrated. "Bhalan girls often find this the most difficult things to endure. Will you be one of those?" Lady Sehra reached over and wiped a tear from Jana's cheek with her thumb. "Poor dear, does the prospect of having to offer up your bottom distress you?"
"Please," Jana whispered, desperately wanting Nelk to withdraw, even as she knew that asking for it would destroy her chances at the wishes of a life time. She whimpered as Nelk's long fingers started a slow, relentless thrusting. In and out, never fully releasing her bottom.
"What are you feeling, my dear?"
"It hurts." Jana whispered.
"Does it? How unfortunate for you." Lady Sehra glanced down at Nelk's hand.
"Nelk, why are you doing that?" She inquired, watching the invasive thrusts.
"It's fun." He admitted, seeming surprised. They both intently watched his fingers move and the pitiful wiggles of Jana's bottom.
"Rub your cock between her ass cheeks until you cum." Lady Sehra ordered. "But be careful not to touch her pussy." With a hand on either of Jana's hips, Nelk could push her ass cheeks together, creating a warm and tight channel for his cock. Enjoying the view of his glans emerging at the top of her butt, it was a moment before Nelk looked up into the mirror and discovered another pleasure. Every time the head of his cock passed over her tight little anus, Jana's entire body reacted. Her nervousness that he might penetrate her right there and her embarrassment that he would do this to her when someone was watching was written across her face even as her bottom clenched in panic at every passage of his erection.
Finally, he squirted his cum all over her lower back, watching the whitish goo roll slowly in the valley of her spine. Pulling back, he was surprised, and enchanted, when Lady Sehra immediately reached between Jana's legs and rubbed slightly, coming away with incontrovertible proof that she too had been aroused by the events of the recent minutes.
"You will do well here." She declared. "Nelk, you are clearly perfectly able to perform your duties with an audience. Jana, for all that you claim to dislike being treated in this way, your pussy is soaking wet. You will perhaps never come to a point of acceptance of this. I hope that is the case because if you never make your peace with public exposure and private humiliations, you will be one of the best students I've ever guided." Reaching over, Lady Sehra collected what looked to Jana as an enormous butt-plug: until she saw that it was one of the smallest within reach. Dunking it in the oil, she immediately brought it to Jana's bottom hole and unceremoniously pushed it in until Jana's sorely stretched ass-hole clamped on the groove at its base. Giving it three gentle tugs that puckered Jana's anal ring without budging the butt plug, Lady Sehra nodded, clearly satisfied that Jana would retain it without difficulty. Stepping around the table, she secured a collar around Jana's neck and using wrist cuffs and a light, secured her hands behind her in such a way that she could never reach her bottom.
"There are few rules here, Jana. The few we have are for the students. The first is that you have no rights: not to privacy, not to control your own body, nothing. Should you be seen entering a loo alone, you will be punished. Should you manage by whatever means to free your bottom from the plug, you will be whipped then perhaps expelled. You will eat and drink what you are told, when you are told. At any time, you may choose to leave the Wifery but you would do so with the knowledge that you will never be permitted to return." Running her fingers along Jana's jawline and then wiping away a stray tear with her thumb, Lady Sehra finally sought a verbal answer from Jana. "Is it your desire to enter the Wifery now, with Nelk as your Master?"
"Yes." Jana whispered.
"And you understand that no quarter will be given to you? If you are punished, there will be no recourse, no redress. There is no justice within these walls for the likes of you. Whatever power you may someday wield outside of these walls, you will never have the power to avenge what you are subjected to here, and you will never have the power to retaliate against Nelk for what he will do, to you and for you?"
"I understand."
"Very well. Each training cycle is twelve days. Yours will begin tomorrow morning. Masters and wives must be in attendance at breakfast. Under no circumstances are you permitted to leave your chamber without a buttplug in place. As a novice wife, you are also not permitted to conceal any part of your anatomy. You will spend the rest of the day in the hygiene suite. There, you will be prepared for the start of tomorrow's classes. During training, you will address Nelk as Master and everyone else, even the other novices, as ma'am or sir. You may address me, and only me, as Mistress."
"Yes Mistress."
"Go through those doors, they will be waiting for you." Lady Sehra ordered, waving at a tiny door. To go through it, Jana would need to bend over or go through on her knees, providing a final glimpse of her bare bottom and it's nestled intruder. "Nelk, you will remain here as I have private information to impart." With a last glance at Nelk, Jana hurried through the doorway.
