by Aaron Evans
“Sue wishes to be here, but she cannot submit well. Girls who cannot submit go into the Closet.” He was murmuring the words, clearly enjoying my throat. “Autumn takes care of the girls in the Closet.”
He seized my head and buried himself in my throat. There was no air. My eyes watered and I began to gasp. Then he pulled out, giving me some air. I scarcely had time to get any before he was fucking my throat again. It was a fierce, beautiful thing. I moaned around his shaft.
“Sue is kept tied. I have a St. Andrew's cross in the Closet.” His voice was dreamy, his breath quickened as he took my mouth. “Autumn and her girls keep Sue wet and writhing, almost constantly. She is only allowed to come when she is on my cock. Even then, she has a difficult time.”
That seemed confusing. Why couldn’t she come, if Autumn always kept her on the edge? I couldn’t ask, but Master Victor could sense the question. My rhythm on his shaft skipped for just a moment, and it was enough for him to infer the question.
“She enjoys pain too much, pet. She needs pain to get off. That will never do. My girls must be able to come whenever I bid it, under whatever circumstances I require.” He sighed, simply enjoying my mouth for a moment before continuing. “When she came here, Sue had to be cut before she could come. Nothing serious or scarring, mind you, just little paper-thin cuts. Autumn used to cut her while she rode my cock, and she would come so hard the whole house could hear her screams.” He pulled out of my mouth, and lifted my chin to meet his gaze.
God, I loved his eyes. I imagined some faceless girl, bouncing on Master Victor’s cock while Autumn made slender, shallow cuts on her back. I imagined the red running down her back, and the screams as she came all over his thick cock.
My pussy spasmed at the thought.
“Sue is in the Closet because she can’t come whenever she is told. It’s not a punishment, it’s part of her training. Autumn and her girls literally tease Sue for hours at a time, until she’s half mad with lust. Some mornings, she’s brought into my rooms to ride my cock until she comes. It’s the only relief she’s allowed.” He caressed my hair. “I need you to understand, ‘Tasia. There are rules here. You need to learn your lessons and be a good girl. If you cannot get over your vanity and worrying about your appearance, I’ll put you in the Closet.”
“I’ll be a good girl, Master Victor.” My voice was husky from the fucking he had given it.
He smiled and my heart leapt. His smile was like the sun in winter. “I’m sure you will.” He bent over and caressed my face. “Bring your hands around here. Stroke my cock while you tongue my balls.”
Eagerly I unclasped my hands. I stretched a moment and then grasped his wet cock. Using both hands, I worked him while he stood there, my tongue licking Sue’s saltiness off of his heavy balls.
“Yes. Yes. That’s my good little whore, ‘Tasia.”
I whimpered. I needed to come. I didn’t think it was going to happen this morning, however. He hadn’t even moved to touch my sopping pussy.
“Here. Here you little bitch. Lick my fucking balls. I’m going to come. I’m going to come.” It was like a chant. “I’m going to come on your pretty whore face. Oh. OH!”
His hand clenched in my hair, pulling so hard that pain flashed white in my vision. I did not care. I was hungry for his balls, hungry for his sweet come on my face. All that mattered was his happiness.
“Yes! Goddamn yes. You little fucking bitch.” He groaned, “My pretty little fuck-toy.”
I moaned as the first drop of white heat landed on my face. I tongued his balls, feeling them spasm and jerk. The last trace of Sue’s desire was salty and sweet on my tongue. I looked up at him, thick dollops of his seed streaming down my face.
He smiled at me, but then the mask fell across his face. He was composed again, and just a touch cold. He was my Master.
“Go to your restroom, and dress yourself. Get ready, but leave my come on your face.”
My heart skipped at the implication. “Yes sir.”
“I am taking you to a restaurant. It’s one of mine. Everyone who sees you will know that you have come on your face. It will be sticky and dried. You will have your make-up on, but don’t wash or try to cover my come.”
The thought was terrifying. I hadn’t imagined he would actually make me go out in public, where strangers could see his come on my face. It was just something I said in the heat of the moment, right? My pussy clenched, even as tears threatened to spill over. “Yes, sir.”
He smiled then. I couldn’t help but smile back. It was so human, so full of warmth.
“Remember ‘Tasia. No panties. I know how wet you are. If you are a good girl, I’ll let you finger yourself at the restaurant.” He grinned. “If you are a very good girl, I’ll let you be quiet about it.”
Terror clawed at my heart. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I wasn’t worth his collar after all. He saw the look in my eye, and his voice became steel.
“Your choice has been made, little whore. Go get dressed, and we will get brunch. If you’d rather not, then I can give you a better introduction to Sue… in the Closet.”
“No. Master Victor, I’ll be a good girl.”
He smiled. I know you will, ‘Tasia. Go get ready. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“Yes sir.” I watched him as he left the room.
With my Master’s come drying on my face, I went and got dressed.
Autumn’s Toy
The restaurant was named Abrigio’s. It was a cute little Italian place that was dimly lit and smelled like heaven. I didn't notice the lights or the smell of fresh bread, however.
“Don’t look away from Domingo’s eyes.” Master Victor’s voice was soothing. I wanted to look at him; I needed reassurance. But I knew better. I was his, and this is what he wanted. I gazed across the table, looking at the waiter. Warm chocolate eyes looked back.
“No Master Victor. I won’t look away.” I moved my fingers faster, trying to keep my breath steady. Around us, other patrons ate their pasta and salads. As far as I knew, none of them knew what I was doing.
Domingo was our waiter. We had already been introduced, but then there was a change. We were only there a moment when he came over to apologize.
“The breaks have been moved. I’m afraid I won’t be able to…” His gaze was drawn to my face.
I was used to men looking at my face. Master Victor says that one of my problems is that I know how pretty I am. Domingo, however, wasn’t looking at my eyes, or my beautiful painted mouth. No. He was staring at my chin, at my cheek. It was hard not to cover myself. I was
so ashamed.
“Miss, you have…” He brushed at his face, as if trying to tell me something I didn’t know. My skin grew hot. Master Victor just smiled at me.
“Domingo, were you saying you were going on break?” Master Victor gave the young man a winning smile.
Domingo nodded, trying to tear his eyes away from my face. I could almost read his thoughts. Is that what I think it is?
“Come back over when you’re on your break. I want to show you something.”
Domingo tore his eyes away from my face. He was back in less than two minutes.
“Domingo, this is ‘Tasia.” Master Victor looked at me expectantly. I held my hand out to Domingo. He took it and kissed the back of it. His breath was warm on my skin; he gave me goose bumps.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, 'Tasia.”
“Likewise, Domingo.”
“'Tasia is my girl, Domingo. She is being trained. She has a lot of little problems we are working on.”
“Your girl?”
Master Victor nodded. “Indeed.” He turned to me. “Tasia, tell our new friend what is on your face.”
I blushed, feeling the red heat on my skin. I cast my eyes downward. “Master Victor decided—”
“No.” Master Victor’s voice was like a knife. “Look him in the face. Look in his eyes and tell him. Don’t murmur. Be as proud of this as you were when you used to let th
e office boys drool over those perky tits.”
I stammered for a moment, and then looked into Domingo’s eyes. “Master Victor decided he needed my mouth.” I was blinking too much, but I didn’t want to cry. “He says I am too proud, and so when he finished with me, he left himself on my mouth and cheeks. He told me I couldn’t wash up until he said so.”
Master Victor spoke again. His voice was edged steel. “There is more truth than that, isn’t there, 'Tasia? Tell him what you told me.”
I was crimson, shifting in my seat. Even though I held Domingo’s gaze, my voice was lower now. “I begged him to come on my face. I told him I wanted his cock in my mouth every morning, and that his come should be my breakfast. I told him that I wanted to wear his come on my face, so that everyone could see that I was his whore.” I felt myself getting damp. Master Victor wasn’t fucking me, but he was certainly using me. There were different kinds of pain, and while this wasn’t a beating, it was still excruciating.
Master Victor laughed. “It was a good idea. She is a vain little toy. She needs reminding of that.”
Domingo simply stared at me. I felt his eyes roaming over me, as if he could eat me with his gaze. He turned to Master Victor. “She…belongs to you?”
Master Victor gave me a slow, lazy smile. “'Tasia, are you wet?”
Tears brimmed over onto my cheeks. My voice was a whisper. “Yes, Master Victor.” I couldn’t keep looking at Domingo. I hid behind my eyes.
“This is where I always sit, 'Tasia. I know from experience that it’s hard for people to see you back there. Look at me.”
Relief trickled through me as I met his blue eyes. He smiled at me, and I was actually able to smile back. Master Victor was so handsome, almost beautiful. I knew he would take care of me. He always—
“Touch your clit, 'Tasia.” His eyes became hard. “You don’t have to be loud, or obvious, but it’s time to make yourself come. I want you to look at our new friend Domingo and make yourself come. Show him that you belong to me.”
I had to fight not to start crying. “Yes sir.”
So it was that there, at Abrigio’s, I began rubbing my pussy under the table. Master Victor had dressed me in a thin red dress that was so short that I only had to hold my legs slightly apart to reach myself. It was obscene how wet I was. I couldn’t believe that he could make me so ready to fuck him just through his words.
Then thought fled.
I found myself staring into Domingo’s eyes, fighting to keep my lids open. I bit my lower lip, trying in vain to remain completely quiet as my finger made dizzying circles around my clit.
“Come for him, pet. Show him what a little whore you are.” Master Victor’s words were a bladed whisper. “Make yourself come here, or I’ll take you into the kitchens. I’ll let every Puerto Rican working back there take turns with you. They work for me. I know these men.”
Surely it was his words that made my pussy clench. Surely it was the thought of his piercing blue eyes. It couldn’t be the thought of the steamy kitchen, or being bent over a stainless steel table while faceless, dark-skinned men used my pussy and fucked my mouth and ass with their hard cocks. I was ready to come, and all I could think about was having my mouth forced over some stranger's cock. Domingo was staring at me, and Master Victor was talking, his voice like velvet….
“I need to come.” I held Domingo’s eyes even though I could feel Master Victor’s gaze, like iron beams.
“Are you going to come while our new friend watches, ‘Tasia?”
“Oh. Oh, Daddy. I need to come. I’m rubbing my pussy for Domingo but—” I almost cried out as my muscles spasmed. When I spoke again, my voice was a mewling whimper.
“Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”
“Do you want her to come, Domingo?”
“Yes.” Domingo’s voice was husky. His own hand was under the table. “I want to watch her come.”
“Come, little bitch. Rub your slick little pussy until you come for our new friend. Do try and be quiet.”
I bit my lip again. My entire hand was wet from the juices that were dripping out of my sopping hole. I whimpered, fighting to stay quiet as waiters and customers spoke only two tables away.
“Don’t keep him waiting, bitch.”
I closed my eyes for the briefest of seconds. In my mind’s eye, I saw Master Victor. My cunt jerked wildly as I bit my lip. Sweet wetness poured out over my fingers.
I looked Domingo in the eyes.
“Yes oh, fuck me yes.” I plunged my fingers inside, and grabbed Master Victor’s arm with my other hand. My nails dug into him, but he didn’t flinch. My pussy grasped and squeezed at my fingers, and I bit down on my lip, holding it there. My wail became little more than “Hmmmm…..mmmmm” as my hips lurched forward of their own accord.
When it stopped, I closed my eyes. I could smell my juices over the delicious bread.
“Give him your fingers, pet.” My eyes snapped open. I looked at Master Victor. His eyes were steel.
“Yes, Master Victor.” I held my hand out to Domingo, as I had before.
He sucked my fingers clean.
2
If anyone else had seen me, they were all pointedly ignoring us. After Domingo left, Master Victor smiled at me.
“Why don’t you go wash up, pet? You can wash your hands for brunch, and wash me off of your face. Touch up your make-up.” His voice was soothing, almost parental. It made my heart sing.
“Yes, Master Victor.”
When I returned, there was a cut loaf of the most amazing bread I had ever smelled. Domingo brought us soups and salads, giving me a stunning grin every time he came to the table. It was a wonderful meal. I chatted with Master Victor, and we kept things light. It wasn’t until we were back in the car that he got serious again.
The moment we were in the spacious back set, I laid my head on his lap. I knew where my face belonged. He sighed and stroked my hair.
“We’re only going to your apartment for a brief stop, pet. I need to meet with the men who are going to be moving your things.”
I was surprised. “You already have that…” I trailed off. Of course he had. Even Michal, the driver, knew where he was going. Master Victor had planned everything.
“We have storage areas in the house. I thought we would get your things there, and then you could choose some of your old things for your room.” He frowned. “No clothing, though. You will wear what I give you.”
I blushed. Today he dressed me in a red sundress. It was so thin that I worried everyone could see through it. Of course, he had given me no bra, no panties. Simply the sundress and a pair of high heels.
“Yes, sir.”
He reached his arm around me, and I lay on his lap. I could smell his cologne, like sandalwood and cedar, and his well-oiled leather belt. As I nuzzled my face into his lap, I felt his thick cock twitch against my face. I moaned softly.
“Shhh. Oh, my hungry baby girl.” Master Victor stroked my hair. “You can’t have any just now. You are going to have to wait until later. When we get home, I’ll give you to Autumn. She will use you, don’t worry.”
It is impossible to describe. On one hand, the thought of being used by Autumn was terrifying, made my heart lurch. On the other, I felt the secret, salty wetness begin to gather between my legs at the thought. It was as if my heart thought one thing about Autumn, but my pussy felt entirely different.
We were at my old apartment for all of five minutes.
I walked among my things while Master Victor made arrangements with the movers. He only spoke with me twice, and that was to make certain that anything particularly valuable or special got set aside.
I watched, my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes, as my life was packed away. They weren’t finished when we left, but Master Victor said that he felt things were “well in hand.”
He relented on the way back to his house and let me suck his cock. I buried myself in his smell and did my best to please him. He was delicious. His f
ingers twined themselves in my hair, and he held my head. Slowly, thoroughly, he began to fuck my mouth, murmuring obscenities as he did.
“I hope you can please Autumn, little whore.” He was fucking me so fiercely that I was drooling all around his shaft. “I love fucking your mouth. I love the way you worship my cock.”
I trailed my fingers along the surface of his balls, reveling in their weight. I needed him to come. I wanted to feel him splash on the back of my throat, wanted to hear him whisper and scream and talk to God.
Then I felt the car turn, and my heart sank.
We were back at Mast…back home. We were pulling past his wrought iron gates and up his long driveway. He still hadn’t let me swallow his come.
“I told you. You are for Autumn today.” He chuckled darkly. “Suck me all you wish, pet, but you know I won’t come unless I am good and ready. Later, after you’ve been with Autumn, maybe you’ll deserve to have my come in your mouth.”
It was hard not to feel like I failed him. My eyes watered, and not just from the savage fucking he had given my mouth. “Yes, Master Victor.”
He must have heard my disappointment. He laughed and rustled my hair.
“Pet, I won’t always come when I use you. I won’t always need to. Sometimes, what I want is for you to pleasure me, and then for it to be done. Don’t make a habit of getting depressed every time I don’t come.” His fingers knotted themselves into my hair. I whimpered as he pulled my face to his.
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s just another form of vanity, 'Tasia. Don’t think that making me come increases your value. Your value is determined by how well you submit. Being proud of how you look, or how you suck cock, is not submission.”
“Yes, sir.” He relaxed his grasp, and pulled me to him.
“Let’s go inside, little doll. You need to get ready.” Master Victor kissed me.
His mouth was delicious.
3
There was a note on the writing desk in my room.
Natasha,
