Becca and Greg at 314 Harper's Cove

by Deanndra Hall

  We watch as he restrains her on the horse, then uses the flogger on her ass until it’s pretty and pink. I see him reach between her legs, then turn to My Master and grin―her pussy’s juicy and ready. When he removes the restraints and has her stand, he puts a pair of nipple clamps with a chain in between on her hard peaks, then gives it a tug and watches her grit her teeth.

  He leads her by the chain to the bondage table on the stage, puts her on all fours, binds her ankles, then has her drop to her forearms and binds her. My heart soars; this is something she’s very familiar with, so she’s comfortable with the position and with being taken this way. He grabs her hips, pulls her back toward him so she’s almost in a kneeling position, and slips his cock into her slick channel. I hear her moan long and low, and he begins an all-out assault on her cunt, fucking her hard. We all watch as her breasts bounce with the motion, and he throws his head back, eyes closed, and savors every stroke into her.

  When he finally comes, she’s begging for release. Like a true gentleman, he stays buried in her but reaches under and stimulates her to climax. She shudders and cries out, her back arching and her hips rocking, and he slaps her ass a couple of times and smiles.

  Once he’s finished fucking her, he walks to the front of the table and growls, “Suck me, slave, and lick me clean when I’ve come.” She goes down on him with gusto, moaning around him, making slurping and sucking noises and generally driving him wild. When he grabs her head and starts face fucking her, she takes it easily, then swallows heartily when he unloads in her mouth, licking and slurping his cum while he grinds into her face.

  Then he surprises me: He pulls his cock out of her mouth, bends down, and kisses her. It’s a long, sweet, deep kiss, and I see him running his tongue into her mouth, tasting his juices mixed with hers. The crowd that’s gathered to watch is whispering and talking. When he breaks the kiss, he stands and strokes her head, murmuring, “Good job, slave. I’m impressed. Was I correct? Are you glad you scened with me?”

  Dawn is breathless. “Oh, very much, sir! Very much! You’re very highly skilled, sir!”

  Master Austin laughs. “I’m glad I satisfied you!” He starts removing the cuffs from her arms and ankles, and then helps her stand. They collect her clothes, and he leads her off to a private room for aftercare.

  “What do you think of Master Austin?” My Master asks me.

  “He seems like a very good master, very considerate and kind, My Master,” I tell him with a smile.

  “I think he wants Slave Dawn,” My Master says. “I told him all about her. Tonight was her audition with him. He wants to come and work with her and, if he likes her, I’d like for you to encourage her to accept if he asks to collar her.”

  He catches the look on my face. “Now, My Love, I told you from the beginning that this was only temporary, remember?”

  I nod. Suddenly, the woman I didn’t want to share My Master with is someone I’ll miss terribly when she’s gone. But I want her to have a good life with her own master. And Master Austin seems like a very good prospect.

  “Yes, My Master, you did. And I will encourage the coupling if you tell me Master Austin wants her.”

  “Good girl,” he says and ruffles my hair as he pulls me to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and feel lucky that My Master is the best master in the world. No matter how good Master Austin is, he’d come in a distant second.

  11

  Gloria

  I’ve never been so horrified in my life.

  I was just walking between the houses, minding my own business, when I happened to turn and look toward Becca and Greg’s house, right there at that low window. And you know what I saw?

  Somebody’s you-know-what. Right there in the window! It was horrible, I tell you, just horrible. Nasty. Filthy. Why would anybody sit in the window and show everyone their you-know-what? That’s just awful.

  I went home and I told Russell, “You won’t believe what I just saw!” So I told him.

  “Gloria, you have an overactive imagination when you drink.” That’s all he said.

  “I do not! I know what I saw!”

  “Oh, yeah, right. And remind me: What exactly was it that you were doing outside their bedroom window?”

  “That’s not their bedroom window. It’s the guest room,” I inform him.

  “And you’d know this how?”

  I don’t have an answer for that one.

  “So what are we going to do about this?” I scream.

  “Gloria, ‘we’re’ not going to do anything about it. ‘We’re’ going to leave the neighbors alone. And ‘we’re’ not going to mention it again. Ever. Got that?” It seems like he’s almost getting mad at me.

  “Don’t be angry with me. I’m not the one flashing my privates at the neighbors,” I throw back at him.

  “Gloria, I swear …”

  So that’s that. Old Gloria’s crazy. Well, let me tell you, when they start sitting out on the porch swing and shining their privates to the whole neighborhood, I’ll get to say, “See? I told you but you didn’t believe me!”

  Oh, yeah. It’ll happen. People like that just can’t keep their pants on.

  12

  Becca

  “Your sister must be feeling better. I keep seeing her leaving the house. Is she dating that man?”

  I just tell her, “You know, Gloria, that’s her personal business. You’ll just have to ask her yourself.”

  “Oh. Can I talk to her now?”

  “That wouldn’t be very convenient. I’ll talk to you later; I’ve got to get inside and get dinner started.”

  “Oh, well, tell her I said hello. Hey, what’s her name?”

  “It’s Dawn.”

  I make it to the door and then I hear her say, “That’s a pretty name.”

  It is. And I’ll miss saying it every day.

  “That was very good, Angel. You’ve a very accomplished cook!” Master Austin leans back in his chair and pats his washboard abs. He’s a looker.

  “Thank you, sir. That’s very kind of you, sir. But I can’t take all the credit. Slave Dawn did most of the cooking.” It’s true―she did. I’ve started cleaning up the table when Dawn looks at My Master and says, “Sir, can you excuse me to help Angel?”

  “Certainly, slave.” I smile at her as she loads up a stack of dishes and carries them to the kitchen.

  We can hear the guys talking at the table, and I quietly ask Dawn, “Well? What now?”

  “I don’t know. We get along really well. We’ve been to the club a couple of times a week for, what, the last three weeks? One night he even shared me with a couple of other Doms and they triple penetrated me; it was awesome. He took me to dinner vanilla-style and we had a great time. We go to the movies, we’ve been to a ballgame. He wants to take me fishing―can you believe it? Fishing? The trust-fund baby goes fishing!” She sighs. “He’s perfect. Looks, style, sense of humor, kind, fair―”

  “And a great fuck?” I had to ask.

  “No.” She giggles. “A spectacular fuck. Unbelievable. I hope he likes me as much as I like him. Actually,” she says, lowering her voice so that I have to lean in to hear her, “I think I’m falling in love with him.”

  “Oh, Dawn! I hope he feels the same way.”

  I hug her, and she says, “Me too. I hear there’s going to be a collaring ceremony at the club two weeks from now. I want to go, and I’m afraid to go. If I don’t go, I might miss my chance. If I do go and he doesn’t ask, I’ll be crushed. What do I do?”

  “Let me see if I can wheedle something out of Greg.” My mind is working overtime. I hope he’ll at least give me a hint what Austin’s inclination is.

  After Master Austin leaves, it’s obvious that My Master is in the mood to fuck. He has Dawn suck his cock while I eat her pussy, then he fucks me while he fucks her with a dildo. He’s just having a party with us, and I’m exhausted, but it’s so good that I don’t want to stop.

  He sends us both to bed. I’m still sleepi
ng in my cage part of the time, but we’ve never brought Dawn’s cage to our house―we’re too afraid nosy Gloria will see it and get some ideas―so she sleeps in the guest room. Tonight I ask permission to sleep with Dawn in the bed in her room, but he says no and sends me to my cage. It isn’t long before I find out why.

  I haven’t been down for ten minutes when I hear him whisper, “Becca? Hey, Becca, wake up.”

  “I’m not asleep. What? What’s going on?” I wasn’t asleep, but I almost was, and now I’m groggy.

  “I need to talk to you away from Dawn. Come on.” He motions for me to follow him. I get up and go into the laundry room with him, and he closes the door. I realize I may not have to ask him; I think he’s about to tell me.

  “Tell me: How does Dawn feel about Austin?” he asks me point-blank.

  I smile. “She thinks she’s falling in love with him. How does he feel about her?”

  “He’s crazy about her. I think he’s going to ask her to take his collar at the collaring ceremony if she’s there.”

  I want to do the happy dance. “She was asking me tonight what she should do. So I should encourage her to go?”

  “Absolutely. Just between us, he’s already bought her collar. Showed me a photo; it was hideously expensive, and it’s beautiful. Wait ‘til you see.”

  I stop and think for just a second. I want Dawn to be happy, but I’m going to miss her. Funny, I thought I wouldn’t want her here with Greg, but he’s been a good master to her, training her right, and it looks like it’s going to pay off for her. The house is going to seem empty when she leaves, though. “You okay?” he asks as though he can read my mind.

  “Yeah. Yeah, but I’m sad too. I know, we said up front that this wasn’t a permanent thing, but I’ll still miss her.” I lean into his chest and he wraps his arms around me.

  “I know. I’ll miss her too. She’s been a lot of help to you and, by god, she’s a good fuck. I’m going to miss that tight little ass.” I frown. “But there’s nothing wrong with your tight little ass, baby!” he laughs and kisses me.

  “Aw, thanks! You sure know how to make a girl feel special!” I giggle.

  “Can I ask you something?” he says abruptly.

  “Sure!”

  “I don’t want you to get rid of your cage; god knows you need it sometimes to feel safe and calm. But I was wondering … would you be open to sleeping in my bed? I’d like to chain you to it so I’d know you’d be there in the mornings when I wake up.”

  I smile. “I’d love that. Nothing would make me any happier. When we decided to go the full-time M/s lifestyle route, that was the one thing I missed―waking up next to you every morning.”

  “Good. I’ve missed you too. I like the formality of the lifestyle, but sometimes I just want to love you, ya know?” He smiles and ruffles my hair.

  “Yeah, I know. Sometimes I just want to love you too.”

  “Good. It’s settled. Once Dawn’s gone, you’re back in my bed.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Our bed.”

  That makes me smile.

  “Oh, I’m so nervous! I didn’t think I would be, but I am.”

  I have to smile at her. “What made you think you wouldn’t be?” We’re getting ready to go to the club. It’s the night of the collaring ceremony, and I’ve told her that she really needs to be there.

  “I just thought that when I was collared it would be to a Dom or master who was firm but fair and it would just be a kink thing, not anything personal, just his ownership of me, and me submitting to his use. You know, an industrial-type relationship.”

  “So is this what you want?”

  “I was only willing to take the nuts and bolts because I didn’t think I’d find anything else. But Master Austin’s exactly what I would’ve ordered if I’d had a catalog of masters.” She got a wistful look in her eyes. “But I’m going to miss you guys.” Then she adds. “I’m going to miss you.”

  Tears come to my eyes. “I was afraid when My Master first wanted to bring you in. I mean, he fucks other subs at the club and asks other Doms and masters to fuck me, but that was just scening. I was afraid to have you come into our home because … because I was afraid I’d get pushed out.”

  She smooths my hair and takes my hand. “Honey, that guy loves you. The first time I met with him, he told me, ‘I will take you to train. There will be sex involved. But do not think that means you will become my primary slave. I have the best, and she’s not going anywhere.’ He made himself very clear to me. I knew exactly where I stood when I came in here.”

  I take a deep breath. “Thanks. I needed to know that. I was so afraid.”

  She smiles. “You had no reason to be. He did me a favor by training me. I hope he saw some potential. But he only loves you.” She leans in and gives me a small, soft kiss on the lips. “I love you, Becca. You’ve been so good to me. You’ve treated me like family. I hope we’re friends forever.”

  I hug her to me. God, I’m going to miss her. “I love you too. You’re always welcome here.”

  “Thanks. Now, before I ruin my makeup, let’s finish getting ready. I’m excited!”

  Good. I think she’s going to have a great night.

  The club is crowded. I look around and see that most of the unattached subs and slaves are dressed in their finest, but a couple of them are nude. Some Doms will really respond to that and want them for that reason. We make our way to a table and sit. Dawn scans the room, then looks at me and shrugs.

  There’s an announcement made that all subs wishing to be considered for collaring should come and register with their mentor, sponsor, or training Dom or master to sign off. Dawn looks at me. “My Master, would you consider going with Slave Dawn to register for a new master?”

  He smiles. “I certainly would. Slave Dawn, please follow me to the registry.” He leaves with Dawn right behind him. I look around―Austin is nowhere to be found.

  Twenty minutes later, the process begins. Subs and slaves begin to be called to the stage area, and one by one they’re offered collars, enter into the ceremony of their choosing, and are led away. A couple aren’t, though; that makes me sad.

  An hour in, about halfway through the list, they call Dawn’s name. Her face is filled with full-blown panic. My eyes dart to Greg’s, and he excuses himself from the table. In a minute, we hear the announcer say, “I’m sorry, folks, I got the names out of order. The next sub is …” and he continues. I see Dawn let out a big breath, and I realize I was holding my breath too.

  The names continue to be called, but still no Austin. I realize the list is getting very short and look at Greg. He leaves the table again and comes back with a small smile on his face. When Dawn looks away, I look at Greg and he mouths something. It takes me a minute and then I realize what he’s mouthed.

  Flat tire.

  I almost start laughing, but I hold back because Dawn is so distressed. She looks like she’s going to cry at any minute. Finally, the announcer calls out her name: “Slave Dawn, would you make your way to the platform please?” She looks back, this time at Greg, and he motions for her to wait. She stands there, then marches to the stage, and I realize that she’s determined to leave there with someone that night, if only to save face in front of us. I look at Greg and he shrugs. I see several Doms and masters looking at Dawn, wondering if she’d accept a collar from them if they offered. Then, from somewhere behind us, I hear someone yell, “Wait!”

  The crowd turns and there’s Austin. The front of his shirt is dirty, his hands are filthy, and he’s carrying something. He looks at the announcer and says, “I’ll be right back. I need to wash my hands.” As he runs past our table, he plops whatever it is down and streaks past.

  I look at it and I know what it is. It’s a wooden box inside a velvet bag, and the box is roughly the size of a cereal bowl. And I know that, nestled inside that box, is a collar. I look up at Dawn and see her smiling back at me. About that time, a hand snatches the bag off the table, and Austin looks up at th
e announcer and nods.

  “This is Slave Dawn. She is a slave who has been trained for the last several months by Master Gregory Henderson, a very discriminating and thorough master who has a reputation in the fetish community for running a very tight household.” I reach across under the table and find Greg’s hand, and he takes mine and squeezes. When I look at him, he’s smiling at me.

  Then the announcer says the magic words: “Is there a master or dominant in this room who would have this slave as their own?”

  Austin makes his way through the crowd and up onto the stage. Dawn turns to face him. He looks at her, smiles, and says loud and clear, “Slave, if you would be of service to me in this life and the next, bow before me and receive my collar, the symbol of my ownership of you.”

  In that moment, I am beyond proud as Dawn walks straight up to him, drops to her knees, and prostrates herself before him. A tear rolls down my cheek, and I look at Greg. His eyes are filling too. Then Austin says, “Slave, rise before your master.” Dawn stands and hands Austin the leash she’s carried all evening. “Master, I give you this leash as the symbol of my willingness to allow you to lead me through this life and the next. May I always be worthy of your faith in me.”

  When he’s taken the leash, he wraps it around his neck, reaches into the velvet bag, and pulls out the wooden box. He hands it to Dawn, and she holds it in her upturned palms as he opens it and takes the collar from it. Everyone in the room gasps―it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “Slave, I give you this collar as the symbol of my willingness to take responsibility for your welfare and training through this life and the next. May I always be worthy of the trust you’ve shown by placing your life in my hands.” With that, he opens the collar and places it around her neck, and she turns so that he can put the tiny padlock through its hasps and snap it closed. She hands him the box and, when he takes it, she drops to her knees and kisses his feet. As she’s kneeling there, he leans down and snaps the leash onto the collar. He tugs gently, and she rises and walks off the stage led by him, heading toward the private rooms where the slaves and their new masters negotiate their contracts and seal the deal with a good old-fashioned fucking.