Becca and Greg at 314 Harper's Cove

by Deanndra Hall

  “No! I’ve never done any. I’m hoping your slave can teach me. Any other master I have will expect that, and I want to be good at it.”

  Now I’m starting to like her.

  “Very good. Do you cook?”

  She looks down at her hands, blushing. “No, Sir. It would be nice if she could also teach me some basic things in the kitchen. May I be honest here?”

  I nod as My Master says, “Please do―speak freely.”

  “I know as you listen to me, it seems that I’m just a spoiled little rich girl looking for her next thrill. But in reality, I’m a born submissive and I want to learn to serve so I can be pleasing to a Dom or master. I’m willing to do just about anything to make that happen, because I know that I can only have true happiness with someone who commands my body and soul.”

  I’m beginning to think this could work out.

  “So you’d have no problem with servicing me at my command?”

  “No, Sir. If I go to your home, my body is yours to do with as you please.”

  Now I don’t like her again―at all.

  “That’s very good. I can help to train you sexually for a Dom or master. Would you like to learn to orgasm on command?”

  “Yes! Is that real?” He nods, then looks at me, and I nod too. “Wow! Yes, I’d like to learn that. I thought it was just something that people told to make themselves look special. I didn’t know it could be real.”

  He smiles again. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

  Uh-oh. It appears I’m getting ready to give a performance.

  My Master turns to me. “My Love, I want you to look at me. Look into my face, baby.” I look straight into his eyes, and then there’s the scream of a submissive being licked with a bullwhip, and my eyes cut that direction. Immediately, I realize I’ve made a terrible mistake. He growls at me, “When we get home, you will be punished for not concentrating on me. Now, eyes on me.”

  “I’m sorry, My Master. It’s just so loud in here.” I’m almost crying. He takes my hand.

  “Calm down, My Love. It’s okay. I understand. Just look at me. I’m the only person who matters here.” I nod. “Look at me. You know what I want you to do.” My pussy starts to twitch, and he unzips my latex dress down the front, pulls it open, and begins to pinch and twist my nipples in full view of everyone. I’ve never done this before at the bar, and I’m trying hard to concentrate on My Master. And I’m so wet I’m almost sliding off my chair.

  “Ready?” I nod. “Counting down, three, two, one, come for me, My Love.” I feel my pussy clamp down and my abdominal muscles start to clench and roll. Then I’m in a full-blown orgasm. Before it dwindles away, My Master wraps his hand around the back of my neck and kisses me. It’s not a garden-variety kiss; it’s passionate and hungry, and I’m taken by surprise.

  He pulls away and smiles. “I’m so proud of you, My Love.” He leans in and whispers, “You’re the best slave a master could have.”

  Oh, yeah. I don’t care if this woman comes home with us or not. My Master loves me.

  “So this is how it’s going to happen. I just talked to Dawn. She will be here at about ten o’clock.”

  “Are you coming home from work to greet her, My Master?”

  “No. I expect you to help her with her things, get her settled in, and start explaining the house rules. Then let her help you prepare dinner and try to teach her a couple of things. I think you’ll find this will go much better than you think.” He kisses me, then heads for the door. “I’ll call mid-afternoon and get a report.” Just as he starts to close the door, he strides back across the room, takes me in his arms, and kisses me. “It’ll be okay, Becca―you’ll see. I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I tell him, kiss him back, and bury my face in his chest. The smell of him, his cologne and the body wash he uses, makes me feel safe.

  After he leaves, I go to my cage in the den and cry. Everything is about to change, and I’m afraid, no matter what My Master says.

  At five minutes to ten, the doorbell rings. When I answer it, Dawn stands on the porch. “Hi! Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes. My Master told me you’d be here. Let me show you to your room and then I’ll help you get everything in.”

  We walk down the hallway and I take her to the guest room. “The closet is empty, and so are all the drawers. Put things wherever you please. That’s your bathroom,” I say, pointing across the hallway. “We only use it when we have guests, so you can put all of your things wherever you like.”

  When we’d gotten all of her things in, I ask her to sit down. “We need to go over the household rules.”

  “Yes, please. I don’t want to make a misstep.”

  I start in the best place I can think of. “When you’re in the house, My Master has a ‘no clothing’ rule. You’re to be nude unless someone is here or you’re going somewhere.”

  She nods, then says, “You have a lovely body, by the way.” I hadn’t realized she’d been looking at my naked body, and I almost blush.

  I stammer, “Thank you,” and then try to go on. “We have a list of chores for every day. It’s very challenging to get it all done, so,” I say, trying to sound friendly, “I’ll really welcome your help.”

  “Oh, good! I was so afraid you’d resent me, or hate me, or something. I want you to know right now, I don’t want to take your master away from you. I want him to use me for sex only because I need to get used to being ordered to perform.”

  Now this is awkward, and I don’t know what to say, so I just say, “That’s My Master’s decision. I have no say if he wants to have sex with another woman.”

  Her eyes go wide. “Wow! I’m impressed. I hope I can learn from you.” She stops, then asks, “Are you married?”

  “Yes. Almost seventeen years.”

  She suddenly looks sad. “I haven’t been able to manage a relationship for more than a year. I’m hoping to be collared by someone who really wants to keep me, someone who doesn’t just want me for my money. I’ll share him with another sub. I wouldn’t mind, as long as he doesn’t take another sub and toss me.”

  Then I do something that surprises me―I reach over and take her hand. “You’re a pretty woman. Let My Master train you and I’m sure you’ll find someone.” That seems to make her feel better, and she smiles. “Let me teach you My Master’s preferred greeting pose so you’ll be ready when he gets home. So go and get undressed and come back so I can show you the pose.”

  When she’s back and undressed, I’m surprised―she’s not especially well-built. She looked pretty good in that dress the other night, but I’m guessing she had on a push-up bra or something. She’s still cute, though. She kneels and I give her pointers to help her get the posture correct. By the time I’m finished, she’s doing it pretty well.

  I show her the chore schedule and take her to the den. “I’m guessing he’ll get you a cage like mine,” I tell her.

  “I have one. He told me to buy it before I could come here so I have it. I just need help getting it here.”

  “I’m sure we can handle that.” I show her the horse, the cross, the whipping bench, and the chest of tools and implements.

  “Is he going to buy me my own? Surely I’m not supposed to share yours,” she says and shudders.

  “They’re sanitized. I’m sure he’ll use them on you. That’s probably part of the submission aspect.” She nods. I show her the wand vibrator and the Violet Wand. She’s seen some of the things before and some are new to her.

  The afternoon passes pretty quickly. I look at the clock and almost panic. “Oh my god, he’ll be here in about ten minutes. We need to get ready and I haven’t started dinner!” Then I correct myself and say, “We haven’t started dinner.” She giggles, and I realize that I’ve relaxed a good bit over the afternoon. I take her to the living room and show her where she’s expected to wait. In just a few minutes, I hear the car alarm being set and the door opens.

  “Well, well, well! Isn’t this a lo
vely view!” he chuckles.

  “Welcome home, My Master. I hope you had a very good day,” I say into the carpet as always.

  “It was pretty good. Please rise to your knees. Dawn, you may rise also.” She straightens and keeps her eyes down just like I told her to. “So, no dinner? I expected dinner.”

  “Entirely my fault, My Master. I was helping the new slave understand the household and lost track of time. Please punish me.”

  He chuckles again. “No, not this time. I understand. We have a lot of rules, so I’m sure it took you a while. How about I call in an order for pizza, give the two of you a break with that?”

  I nod. “Thank you, My Master. You’re a merciful master. I would love pizza, if it pleases you.”

  “Dawn, how do you feel about that?” he asks.

  “That sounds very good, my master,” she says, then gasps and adds, “if it pleases you.”

  My Master laughs right out loud. “You learn quickly! And we must find a name for you and give you one for me. ‘My Master’ is My Love’s name for me. I do not want her to share it.” I smile to myself. “My Love, what would be a good name for this slave?”

  I’m shocked―he’s asking my opinion? I think for a second. “My Master, if it pleases you, I actually like her name. I think Slave Dawn would be okay.”

  He strokes his chin. “I think you’re right. You are Slave Dawn,” he says in her direction, then he waits.

  It takes her a second and she blurts out, “Oh, I’m sorry, my mast … um, sir? That is a very good name, sir. I appreciate it, sir.”

  “You may call me sir; I think that will be fine. Now, let me order that pizza. While we wait for it, I’d like for you to please me with your mouth, Slave Dawn.” He must’ve heard the gasp I couldn’t manage to stifle because he says, “My Love, you were aware from the start that there would be sex between me and the new slave, that I would be using her body and demanding performances from her. You will watch and critique afterward.” That doesn’t make me feel one bit better.

  “Yes, My Master. Thank you, My Master.”

  He orders the pizza―the two that are our favorites―and then sits down on the sofa. With his legs spread, he unzips his fly and draws out his cock. It’s already rock-hard, and that upsets me a little. “Crawl to me, Slave Dawn, and take me in your mouth.” Dawn does exactly as he’s told her and within a few seconds, her mouth is around the cock that’s been mine all these years.

  Then, to my surprise, My Master motions for me to come and sit beside him. His arm wraps around me and he pulls me to him. “My Love, watch her suck me. Isn’t that pretty? She’s doing a good job, don’t you think?” he asks me and then groans.

  “Yes, My Master. Very pretty.” This is weird, and I don’t know quite what to say. The hand of the arm that’s around my shoulder reaches down and grips my nipple between the thumb and forefinger, and he pulls and pinches. I suck in a ragged breath and go wet.

  “Nice, slaves. I’m very pleased,” he groans as his hips begin to thrust. He takes his arm from around me, grips both sides of Dawn’s head, and begins a vigorous thrusting into her throat. She moans loudly and her eyes water profusely. “Take it, slave. You’re mine to use.” His thrusting picks up and he’s slamming up into her throat. I’m watching and see his balls go hard, and then he’s groaning and emptying into her. She’s trying to swallow, and cum is running from the corners of her mouth. When he pulls her head back, she’s gasping.

  “My Love, can you tell Slave Dawn what she did wrong as she went down on me?” He waits.

  “Yes, My Master.” I look at the woman. “First, My Master makes a great amount of ejaculate. You should always be ready to swallow it all.” He nods. “Secondly, when he pulls your head off his cock, you should try your best to reach it so you can lick it clean.” He nods and smiles. “And thirdly, you should always, always thank him for honoring you with his seed and assure him that it’s delicious.” She nods. Then the doorbell rings.

  “Kitchen,” he says and points, and I jump up and run for the kitchen. It takes Dawn a second to figure it out, and then she realizes―she’s naked. She runs in behind me and stands where she can’t be seen from the front door. I hear My Master talking to the delivery guy, paying him and thanking him. “Pizza’s here, ladies!” he calls out.

  I pull plates from the cabinet, get forks and napkins, and put them on the table. “What would My Master like to drink?” I ask.

  “Hmmm … I think I’ll take a diet cola. Get yourselves whatever you like.”

  “Thank you, My Master. You’re a generous master.” I get his drink and help Dawn find everything so she can get ours. When I run his drink to the table, he grabs my wrist before I can leave and looks up at me.

  “I’m very proud of you, Becca. You’re handling this very well. Thank you for being so welcoming to her.”

  “Thank you, My Master, for the kind words.” He pulls me down and kisses my lips, but all I can think about is his dick disappearing into her pink mouth.

  When Dawn comes out of the kitchen with our drinks, I’m standing by My Master at the table. I motion to her to stand on his other side, and she follows the rule. Finally, My Master says, “You may sit and eat.”

  Dawn tries to pull a chair out, but I shake my head. She watches as I pull out a chair, put my food in the chair seat, and sit down in the floor. Then she reaches for her pizza, but I shake my head again. Within a minute or two, My Master reaches down, picks up my pizza, and holds it so I can take a bite. “Thank you, My Master,” I say quietly. He does the same for Dawn, and she follows my example.

  When dinner is over, he tells us to clean up the kitchen and then come to the den. I’m wondering what’s about to happen. Once we’re in the den, I fall to my knees in the posture and I feel Dawn do the same beside me. “Beautiful. Now, both of you stand.” We do so quickly, and I keep my eyes averted. I hear him say, “Slave Dawn, you are never to look me in the eye unless I order you too.”

  “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t remember, sir. I’ll do better, sir.”

  “See that you do.” He looks at me. “As you recall, I promised My Love punishment for not concentrating on me last night at the club. I will go easy on her, as I understand why things happened the way they did. However, we cannot set a precedent of making excuses for not performing properly. A slave is a reflection of her master. My Love, you will mount the St. Andrew’s.” I go to it and start to mount it face first, but he says, “No. Face out.” He buckles me in place and then says, “Your punishment will be applied by Slave Dawn.”

  I guess he catches the surprise on my face because he says, “I will sometimes require each of you to punish the other. So remember, if you go too hard on your fellow slave, at some time in the future you’ll be at her mercy. Karma, ladies,” he laughs. By that time, his hands are down into the chest and I wonder what he’s going to come out with.

  The damn wand vibrator. Oh. My. God. And he’s going to turn an inexperienced sub loose on my clit with the damn thing? Great. This’ll be just peachy.

  She looks at it and hits the switch. When it comes to life, she shrieks and almost drops it. “Yes, it’s very powerful, Slave Dawn. You will make her come for me. Get started.”

  Dawn approaches me like she’s not sure what to do, then flips the switch. She finally comes up and presses the wand to my mons, and I almost laugh. I stop laughing in a couple of seconds when it makes contact with my clit and I almost scream. “Ah, now you’ve got it!” My Master laughs, and the look on her face is one of horror.

  In seconds I feel the familiar gnawing sensation behind my little nub and the tightening of everything below my waist. I start to moan. With the first moan, she almost stops, but My Master says, “Very good. You’ve got her going. She has powerful orgasms. They’re amazing. You’ll enjoy this.” I moan again and Dawn smiles.

  Then it hits. I cry out and my hips start to buck, and she’s trying to hold the vibrator on me. I’m almost screaming when he finally tells he
r, “Stop now. She’s had enough.” He takes the vibrator from her while my lungs heave. Then he reaches into the chest and brings out a fairly large dildo. Before I can form a complete thought, he hands it to Dawn and says, “You will fuck her with this.”

  My face is bright red, I’m sure, but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Dawn kneels in front of me and tries to insert it, but she can’t. “Use your fingers to open her slit so you can see where you’re going, Slave Dawn. Then slide it in; she’s so wet that I’m sure it won’t be difficult to do.”

  Her fingers gingerly spread my pussy lips apart, and the next thing I know, she’s shoved it inside me and she’s pumping it. “You need to go faster, Slave Dawn. Really fuck her. Don’t play around. My Love is used to being played with in a rough fashion.” At his insistence, she starts pumping it faster. “Move the end farther to the back and angle it forward so it rubs her G-spot.” When I groan loudly, he laughs and says, “I see you’ve found it! Stroke faster, slave, and harder. You should be slamming into the end of her channel.”

  Dawn picks up the pace and begins to really ram me, and I groan and feel the beginnings of the orgasm I’ll be having deep inside my pussy. With the sound of my groan, she starts to go even faster and harder and before I know it, my body turns loose, my hips churning, and I feel the gush of ejac as it sprays out.

  “Oh my god, you pissed on me!” she screams and drops the dildo. “What the fuck?”

  I catch My Master’s face; he’s furious. It’s obvious he’s trying very hard to temper his words when he growls, “Slave Dawn, she did not urinate on you. That is female ejaculate, and very few subs or slaves can manage that. You were honored by her trust in you. You will never again speak to your fellow slave in that manner. Apologize to My Love.”

  The woman looks―what? Embarrassed? Angry? Frustrated? I can’t tell, but finally she manages, “I’m sorry, slave. That was very rude of me. It won’t happen again.” She finishes with, “I’m sorry, sir. I apologize, sir. It won’t ever happen again, sir.” I know what she’s thinking, I tell myself. She’s thinking that from now on she’ll stay the hell out of the way! I’m working to keep from laughing.