My Master comes up to me, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me. “Very good, My Love. I know having the new slave tease and fuck you was difficult for you, but you did quite well, extraordinarily well, in fact. Good job.” He turns to Dawn. “And you will be punished.” He unbuckles me from the cross, then says to me, “Restrain her on the bondage table.” I motion for her to come to the table.
“On your hands and knees,” he commands. She complies. “Drop to your forearms.” She complies with that too, and I fasten down her ankles first, then her wrists and forearms. Her ass is in the air and she’s spread wide. “My Master, the slave is ready,” I tell him and step aside.
“Your punishment will be for me to fuck your ass―no lube―and then force you to ejaculate. You will take it and thank me as I fuck you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she says, and she’s shaking.
“My Love, she disrespected you. I want you to come back here and tell me how hard and fast to fuck her.” I walk to his side and watch as he takes off his slacks and boxers. He presses the head of his beautiful rod into her rosette, then sinks it in with one smooth move.
She screams. I know it hurts; he’s done it to me dozens of times, and it’s really painful to be shoved into that way. He draws back, then sinks into her ass again. She shrieks again. “I expect to hear thanks, slave.”
“Thank you, sir,” she manages to pant.
He moves back, then shoves in again―hard. “That was an incomplete thanks. Try again.”
She looks confused when her face isn’t crinkled up in pain. Then she says, “Thank you, sir, for fucking me in the ass. I’m learning my lesson, sir.”
“Very good. You’re ready for more.” He draws back and slams into her, then begins a rhythmic thrusting. She’s panting and whining. “Thank me again, slave!” he calls out to her.
“Thank you for fucking me in the ass, sir! I’m learning my lesson, sir!” she calls back.
This goes on for ten minutes. Her asshole is bright red and she’s whining and crying. He makes her thank him every couple of minutes. Then he looks to me as he continues to fuck her. “Well, My Love, what do you think I should do? Fuck her harder? Fuck her faster?”
“Whatever pleases you, My Master.” I grimace.
“That’s the correct answer, My Love. I’ll do both.” He picks up the pace and begins to slam into her double-time, and she’s crying. I’m waiting for her to beg him to stop, but she doesn’t, just takes it. I know he’s been fucking her for at least twenty minutes when I hear him groan and say, “Oh god, I’m going to come. Oh god, she’s tight.” I can see him readying, and he shocks me by saying, “My Love, come and kiss me while I come in her ass.” I move to his side, lean in, and lock my lips to his. He takes his hand, puts it on the back of my head, and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me long and deep. He groans into my mouth as he empties into her, his cock buried as far into her as he can manage and grinding out his last few drops.
“Well, that was good!” he laughs and stands with his cock still buried in her. “Slave Dawn, you have a nice, tight ass. Good ass fuck. What do you say to that?”
She pants out, “Thank you, sir. I’m here to please you, sir. I’m glad I pleased you, sir.”
He draws out of her and I almost hear the head of his cock go “pop” when he pulls it out. Cum runs out of her asshole; he looks at me and says, “My Love, get a towel and clean her up. Then unbuckle her and get her positioned on her back.”
When she’s rolled over and strapped to the table on her back, My Master looks down at her. “I have a very high success rate of making women ejaculate. Maybe if you experience it you’ll mind your mouth. I didn’t appreciate―”
“Sir, I’ll mind my mouth from now on, sir. I’m so sorry that―”
“Do not interrupt me!” Now he looks angry again as he pinches both of her nipples and gives them a twist. Dawn cries out, then settles back as he continues to twist and pull them. When he’s watched her start to enjoy it, he says to her, “I will do this as long as I have to, so it would be to your advantage to relax and let go.”
Two fingers are plunged into her cunt, and I know they’re crooked and stroking her G-spot. He starts to pump and she grows more and more uncomfortable, her face screwed up like she’s trying to brace against something. Her teeth find her lip as he increases his stroking speed, and her hips start to jerk. I see the faintest hint of a smile on My Master’s face, and I know he can feel her G-spot, feel the swelling growing behind it, the fluid building up.
Within a couple of minutes his finger fucking speed has increased dramatically. Of course, he doesn’t have to move his hand very much, just his fingers, so he can go very fast, and Dawn’s becoming more and more uncomfortable. She’s started to pant and groan, and her thighs are quivering. My Master says, “Let it go, slave. Release it. I want to see it shoot out of you, and you want it too, don’t you?”
Dawn shakes her head and cries out, “Oh, god, no! Oh, please, please, sir! Please don’t, sir! I can’t!”
My Master responds by increasing his speed again, and she’s wailing loudly, “Oh, god! Fuck! Oh, please, sir! I can’t take it! Please, please, no more, no more!” Every muscle in her belly is rigid and her buttocks are clenched so tight that she could crack a walnut with them. And I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s trying to make it totally unbearable for her, and it seems to be working. He could make her come, but he’s chosen not to and instead just torture her.
A growl comes from My Master’s throat. “You will take it, slave. I’ll use you as I want, and you’ll give me what I want. I want to see you squirt. Let it go, slave. Let it go.” He sounds almost gleeful when he says, “You will let it go.”
With that, he reaches up with his other hand and pinches her clit. There’s a scream and, as her hips start to thrust uncontrollably, she shoots out a stream about a foot. My Master is standing to the side so he doesn’t get sprayed, except for his hand. He keeps going for a full two minutes and she screams and shakes, her hips bucking wildly. When he’s done with her, he withdraws his fingers, moves to her head, and holds out his hand. “Suck my fingers, slave. Taste yourself.”
She makes a face but, god help her, she does exactly what he’s told her. He turns his hand this way and that, letting her lick it clean. “Does that taste like piss to you?”
“No, sir. It does not, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” Her voice is hoarse from screaming and she’s still panting like there’s no tomorrow.
“Very good. I hope you’ve learned something here. My Love, when she’s had a chance to calm down, please help her off the table, then I want both of you to assume the posture.” I do exactly as he’s said, and when Dawn comes up off the table, her expression is unreadable. I drop to my knees and stretch out, breasts on the floor. I feel Dawn do the same beside me, and she groans as she does, probably from her flaming rosette and sore, overused pussy. He stands over us.
“Slave Dawn, this is how things are done in this household. I expect you will get harder play and use with another master. Will you disrespect My Love again?”
“No, sir, I will not.” I hear her sniffle.
“Very good. I will equip you with a large butt plug and a bottle of lube. You are expected to put it in three times per day, one of which will be to put it in at bedtime and wear it while you sleep.”
“Yes, sir. I will, sir. Thank you, sir,” she says.
“My Love will supply you with some ointment to put on your ass so it will feel better. I will be using it quite frequently, so the sooner you get used to it, the better. Were you an anal virgin?”
“No, sir. I’m just not accustomed to it, sir.”
“Get accustomed. And you’ll be squirting on a regular basis, so just get that into your head. Now, I’m going to watch the ballgame. Slaves, I expect you to clean up and sanitize everything in here, then you may come out and sit at my feet while I watch the game.” With that, he turns and leaves the room.
I’
m left there with Dawn. She doesn’t say a word. “We need to sanitize the dildo and the head of the vibrator. We also need to wipe down the table. And we need to clean the floor where we ejaculated. Which chores do you want?”
She shrugs, looking defeated. “I don’t care. Whatever you want me to do. By the way, what is your real name?” she asks.
I smile. “Becca. It’s Becca.” There’s a violated and vulnerable way about her now as she stands there slumped in front of me. “I know this is all a big shock, but he will want to use you anytime, anywhere, in any way. It will be humiliating until you realize that he’s just trying to get you ready for another Dom or master.”
“Will they really be that rough with me?” she asks, and her eyes fill with tears.
“Probably rougher. But if you find the right one, he’ll also love you, and you won’t be punished very often because you’ll be so glad to do as he asks.” She starts to cry, and I put my arm around her shoulders. “Get tough, girlie. Some of those new books make this lifestyle look like fun and games, but it’s not that way―at all. It’s really about being controlled by a man’s cock. If you want to be a sub or a slave, this is your life. Is this really what you want?”
She sniffles. “Yes. I do.” She stops, then says, “I want what you and your master have.”
I laugh. “We’ve been at this for awhile, so don’t get in a hurry. Now, let’s get this stuff cleaned up so we can go and sit at his feet. If we’re lucky, he’ll stroke our hair. It’s heaven.” She gives me a blank look as I start picking things up.
This one’s got a lot to learn. And suddenly, I don’t mind teaching her.
7
Gloria
There’s a woman staying over at Becca Henderson’s house. I saw her going in the other day. She looks enough like Becca that they could be sisters. I bet they are.
I keep thinking I’ll get a chance to speak to her, or maybe to ask Becca about her, but I don’t see them out―ever. They’ve been staying holed up in that house. Of course, not Greg; he’s going in and out to work, but that’s about it. And Becca’s still working, but she only works a few days a week. I wonder what that woman does when Becca’s not there?
Maybe I should go over and see her some day while Becca’s gone, make friends with her. Maybe she’d let me in to see the house.
I told Russell I’m going to sneak over there and see if I can tell what’s going on. That couple who comes over every once in a while hasn’t been around. I wonder why they haven’t been over? Russell says, “Gloria, leave them alone. They’re not hurting you.”
“I haven’t seen Becca go back to that ‘dance class’ of hers,” I tell him. “Don’t you think it’s odd that she only went once?”
“None of your business,” he says. I wish he’d stop saying that.
They live on my street. It’s my business.
8
Becca
My Master has invited Master Robert and Princess, his slave, over tonight. I really didn’t think he’d do that with Dawn here. I guess he wants her to get the full experience.
Today is one of my work days, and Dawn’s voice was bright and perky when she assured me that she’d get everything on the list done before I got home. My Master told me he’d pick up some dinner so we wouldn’t have to cook or clean up since we were having guests. That’s very considerate of him.
About two o’clock I get a panicked call from Dawn. “Becca,” she whispers, “there’s this woman on the porch, ringing the bell. She won’t go away. I’ve been really, really quiet so she doesn’t know I’m here. What do I do? Were you expecting someone?”
“Older woman? Crazy, white hair?”
“Yeah! That’s her!”
“Oh, god, Dawn, whatever you do, don’t answer the door and if she catches you outside, don’t talk to her any more than you can help. And for god’s sake, don’t tell her anything,” I tell her. “She’s the neighborhood busybody and a drunk to boot. Stay away from her. If she ever found out about our lifestyle, we’d have to move.”
“Gotcha. Don’t worry. I’ll stay away from her.”
I call Dawn about thirty minutes later. “Did she finally go away?”
“I didn’t think she ever would but, yeah, she finally did. That doorbell almost drove me insane. She must be a real pest.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I tell her. God, I dread going home. I know she’s going to try to waylay me out front.
Shit. There she is. When I get out of the car, it’s painfully obvious that she’s been watching for me.
“Becca! Becca, wait up!” she’s yelling, but I pretend I don’t hear her. She runs right up the walk and grabs me by the arm.
“Oh, hello, Gloria. Can I help you?”
“Yeah! I wanted to meet the lady who’s living here with you. I rang and rang the doorbell, but she wouldn’t come to the door,” she says, eyes twinkling.
“I wish you hadn’t done that,” I tell her. “She’s quite ill. Cancer. She tries to rest when I’m at work. You probably disturbed her,” I lie, wondering if it will keep her away after today.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Hey, I can come over and sit with her if you need―”
“That’s not necessary. She just needs rest. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Greg will be home shortly and I need to make sure everything’s picked up before he gets here.”
“Okay, well, I won’t keep you. Tell your friend that I hope she feels better. Is she a friend? She looks like she could be your sister.”
“She’s my half-sister. I’ll tell her. Goodbye, Gloria,” I call as I’m climbing the steps. My eyes dart around when I open the door, watching to make sure that Dawn isn’t somewhere nearby. I certainly wouldn’t want Gloria to see her naked.
“The old battle axe caught me outside before I could get in,” I say to her when I make it through the door. “By the way, in case you haven’t heard, you’re my half-sister. And you have cancer and need your rest.”
Dawn laughs. “Okay, sis! Glad to know. Does the house look okay?”
I look around―it’s spotless. “Yes, it looks fabulous! Thank you so much! I can actually unwind a little before My Master gets home and our guests get here.”
She gives me a blank look. “We’re having guests?”
“Uh-oh. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to tell you. But he didn’t tell me not to say anything. Yeah, Master Robert and Princess are coming over. To play.”
She gives me a puzzled look. “Play?”
“Yeah.” I throw myself down onto the sofa and sigh. “I’m guessing he wants to try you out.”
“You mean another master’s coming over to play with me?” She looks horrified.
“I’m sure that’s why they’re coming. But yes, if you belong to a master, he can share you with whomever he wants, whenever he wants, and the same rules apply when that master plays with you.” Now there’s genuine fear on her face. “Don’t worry. Master Robert has been coming over for a long, long time. He’s a good-enough guy. I like Princess too. Her real name is Crystal, for the record. So we need to be sure we’re ready.”
“By …”
“Showering. Douching. Shaving. Making sure we make My Master proud. That’s the whole purpose in sharing your subs or slaves. He wants to make sure another Dom or master knows that he’s got the best slaves. Kind of like a fetishist’s pissing contest.” I look up at her. “Do you have a douche that you use?”
“Yeah. It’s one of those floral things.”
“Oh, no, that won’t do,” I tell her. We go down the hall to the master bedroom and I give her a bottle of mine. “This is flavored. If they eat our pussies, they want them to taste like food, not plants. I get this at the adult store. My Master loves it. It’s cherry. Get it? Cherry?”
“Oh, ha-ha-ha,” she deadpans. “I already taste like strawberries.”
“Been told that, huh?” I grin.
“Yeah. Long time ago. Guess it’s probably worn off by now!” she giggles.
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nbsp; “So don’t worry about this. You’ll probably have fun. What’s the largest number of men you’ve fucked in one night?”
She thinks for a second. “Two, I guess.”
“First time he takes us to the club, you’ll break that record,” I tell her. What I don’t tell her is that my record is nine.
When My Master comes home, he has a surprise for Dawn: A collar. It’s not a really fancy one, just a leather one so Master Robert remembers his place. He tells me to put on my silver one. I wear it around the house, and especially when Master Robert comes over. He sometimes forgets that I don’t belong to him.
Master Robert and Princess come in, and she drops to the floor with us. The two masters greet each other, and then they tell us to rise. My Master kisses Princess and Master Robert kisses me. These aren’t greeting kisses; they’re designed to make us horny, and it works. I hear Dawn suck in a breath when she sees Master Robert. He’s a good-looking, tall, muscular man, beautiful dark hair and big hazel eyes. He’s got a cock that’s pretty impressive too.
He moves to Dawn, cups her breasts in both hands, fingers her nipples, and starts asking questions. “Good fuck?”
My Master replies, “Yes. Very good fuck.”
“Nice and tight?” Dawn gasps when he plunges two fingers into her pussy without warning.
“Very. Very, very tight ass too.”
“Ah! Promising. Do I get to try her on for size tonight?” Master Robert asks.
“Absolutely. That’s why I invited you over.” My Master stops, then says, “She’s not here permanently. She’s training with me so she can find a Dom or master.”
When he says that, Master Robert’s eyes light up, but I see Princess shrink. She’s a lovely woman, very shapely and blond, big blue eyes, and Master Robert treats her like shit. It makes me so mad. She’s a very good slave. He should treat her like a queen, just like My Master treats me.
Becca and Greg at 314 Harper's Cove Page 4
