Bondage Hotel

by Charles Graham

  Not only a second slave, but a second Master.

  Another dominant.

  Who, if he was anything like her Master, would not hesitate to use her body as he saw fit.

  Including punishing her if she failed to please him.

  Hazel stared down at her naked body and gave a soft whimper as she remembered how easily she had been aroused and forced to submit.

  It would be no less easy for any Master to impose his will upon her and her eyes filled with hot tears as unwanted but unstoppable liquid heat coiled in her belly and her nipples stiffened to vivid images of her spreadeagled body juddering and climaxing to the demands of a ruthless, faceless stranger while her own Master looked on approvingly.

  As time went slowly by and her body trembled and tingled with gradually increasing arousal, her fears subsided and began to be replaced with an insidious curiosity about what her Master’s partner, Anton, might really be like.

  Not to mention his slave, Giselle.

  Hazel adored being aroused and taken by her Master.

  What if Anton proved to be equally as skilled at bringing slaves to a shuddering peak of ecstasy?

  Perhaps he, too, knew exactly how to break down a slave’s defences and extract her frantic and willing submission to his Mastery.

  She knew he had a slave, so he surely must know how to supply such devastating arousal that a slave...any slave...would be unable to resist surrendering to him.

  Just as Hazel had surrendered to her Master.

  Gradually, the images in Hazel’s mind changed. She saw herself writhing in passion to a new Master, her desires fuelled by his skilful hands, her body eagerly responding to his lips and her original Master smiling and nodding encouragement to her as she obeyed his order and gave herself freely and willingly to the man he wished her to serve.

  The more Hazel’s imagination ran riot, the more aroused she became and the more aroused she became, the more enthralled and excited she became at the prospect of having to satisfy a total stranger.

  Quite possibly under the eyes...and orders...of her own Master.

  Her arousal rose a notch higher as she imagined it, then notched higher again as she remembered that a fourth person would be present.

  Her sister in slavery and bondage...Giselle.

  Hazel’s eyes opened wide.

  What if, while she was engaged in serving Master Anton, her Master decided to make Giselle serve him?

  The possibilities and permutations for two inventive Masters and two submissive slaves sent Hazel’s mind off into a whole new set of fantasies and her nipples throbbed deliciously as she stood helpless in her strict bondage, awaiting the return of the Masters and the commencement of her renewed subjugation.

  To one, or perhaps, even both of them...?

  Chapter Five

  Alone in the gymnasium of the Bondage Hotel, her naked body spreadeagled to the wall bars and with a rubber ball gag in her mouth, Hazel had managed to enliven her long wait with a series of extremely stimulating fantasies based around what her Master and his partner, Anton, might do to her when they returned.

  The result of her erotic daydreaming was that she was already considerably aroused when the door to the gymnasium swung open and her Master walked in.

  And he was not alone.

  A pace or two behind her tall, slender Master was his partner, the dominant named Anton.

  Shorter by several inches, his stocky frame and broad shoulders hinted at great strength. As Hazel gazed anxiously at his square jaw, short black hair and deep set eyes, she knew instantly that she was in the presence of a Master no less determined and demanding than her own.

  Both Masters strode over to where she was secured and Hazel blushed furiously as her spreadeagled nudity was subjected to a humiliatingly detailed inspection.

  “Well, my friend,” her Master spoke first. “Didn’t I tell you she was pretty?”

  “Indeed you did,” Anton Dubeq’s English was fluent and almost devoid of any accent. “She is quite lovely and clearly as submissive as you claimed. I congratulate you on your choice of slave.”

  Hazel shivered at his casual assumption of her slavery and submission. Her collar seemed to double in weight, as if to reinforce the message of her subjugation to these men.

  Her Master smiled lazily, “Thank you, Anton, but I hardly needed to choose her. She was already a slave when I met her. She just didn’t know it.”

  “I see. So it was your pleasure to enlighten and teach her then, Miles, just as it was mine to aid Giselle to a proper understanding of her nature.”

  “Very true, Anton. And I must say that it was a great pleasure to find that my judgement of her was entirely accurate. She is, as you see, particularly partial to bondage, to the extent of having herself pierced and ringed and offering herself to me already padlocked.”

  “A most generous gesture, although perhaps a little foolish, Miles. Naturally, you accepted?”

  “Naturally. Just before I permitted her to lock her collar on her throat and enslave herself.”

  “Ah. Always a delight when a submissive feels the grip of steel against her flesh and knows there can be no going back, is it not? I always remember Giselle’s look when she felt the collar lock around her neck. As if she was surprised to find herself enslaved and unable to remove it.” He chuckled at the memory.

  “Yes,” Miles agreed, “But both my slave and yours now fully understand the significance of their collars and the obedience and submission their enslavement demands. And both, of course, have felt the whip and fear it, with good reason. And now, my good friend, I think it is time to introduce you to a slave.”

  For Hazel, helplessly bound and gagged at the wall bars, the casual discussion of her enslavement and the humiliating revelation of why she had come to be pierced, was frightening confirmation of her fantasies.

  She was obviously going to be forced to serve as a full slave and could expect no mercy from either of the men. Any failure to please would be cruelly punished with a whipping and her bottom could almost feel the searing heat of a crop as she was disciplined.

  Her arousal, already swirling in her belly, grew stronger as she accepted the fact that she was to be taken by a new Master and would be made to submit to him. She held her body as erect as she could, hoping that he would find her pleasing and not feel the need to punish her.

  “Pay attention, slave,” her Master snapped, “This man, like me, is your absolute Master. You will call him Master and obey him perfectly, without question, at all times. If you do not, you will suffer the consequences.”

  He did not ask whether she understood and Hazel knew that she would receive no second chances.

  She gulped in fear as her Master took the keys to her padlock from his pocket.

  “Do you want to have her straight away, or shall we bring in Giselle?” he asked calmly. To Hazel’s horror, he tossed the keys to his partner.

  Master Anton stared deep into her frightened eyes and jingled the keys. “I cannot say I am not tempted, Miles,” he replied. “But Giselle has been hogtied in the boot of your car for some while and may need a little time to recover if she is to serve you as well as Hazel will serve me.”

  He paused, then chuckled mockingly, “Besides, this slave is clearly aroused and will keep until I am ready.”

  With a last, hard stare, he turned away and Hazel shuddered, knowing that she had, at best, only minutes before he would return to unlock the padlock between her legs and take her.

  Her sex moistened in preparation and she sucked in deep, calming breaths, determinedly reminding herself that she had become a slave of her own free will and that, therefore, her Master had a perfect right to offer her services to his friend.

  She knew that was true and had even fantasised about it...but now that the moment had arrived, the reality was far more frightening than she had anticipated.

  Master Anton had been given absolute authority over her and she had no idea how he might choose to exercise that
power.

  A rattle of chain ended her anxious speculation and she stared at the open door as the sound drew nearer.

  A tall, slim, entirely naked woman entered, walked gracefully over to stand directly in front of Hazel and stopped, immediately spreading her thighs, tilting her head back and arching her spine into the display position of a slave.

  From the steel collar clamped on her throat, identical to the one Hazel wore, chain rose in a curve to the ceiling track above her and Hazel gasped at the erotic contrast between the woman’s...it had to be Giselle...lightly tanned flesh and the coldly gleaming metal securing her.

  Giselle’s eyes flickered, taking in Hazel’s nudity and bondage, but she neither moved nor spoke and Hazel realised that she must be under orders from the Masters.

  Orders which she dare not break.

  Hazel didn’t blame her, she wouldn’t dare disobey either. Not when the penalty would mean a painful cropping.

  Hazel let her eyes roam over the body of her naked slave sister and felt a twinge of jealousy.

  Giselle was an inch or two taller than her, longer legged, but smaller breasted and almost boyish in comparison to Hazel’s more curvaceous charms.

  Her oval face boasted a pert nose, a wide, sensual mouth and two soft, brown eyes, all crowned by a shining sweep of jet black hair, as long as Hazel’s own auburn tresses and it was easy to see why Master Anton had selected her to become his slave.

  Hazel’s eyes travelled downward, past Giselle’s slave collar, etched with her name, past her firm, neat little breasts and dark, chocolate brown nipples and across her almost flat belly to the joint of her shapely thighs.

  And there, Hazel’s eyes stopped, widening with a mixture of sympathy and delighted surprise.

  Where Hazel’s belly sported a luxuriant thicket of silky, red-gold curls, Giselle’s smooth flesh gleamed palely, shorn of every vestige of hair, the pink cleft of her sex lips shamefully prominent.

  Giselle’s lower lip trembled as Hazel lifted her eyes to the brunette’s face and read the embarrassment in her slave sister’s brown eyes.

  Just like their steel collars, the rings piercing Hazel’s labia and Giselle’s shaven sex were symbols.

  Symbols of their enslavement to Masters who understood that each time their slaves looked at their own bodies, they would see unmistakable confirmation of their subjugation.

  Face to face, their naked bodies only feet apart, one gagged and the other commanded to remain silent, the two slaves stared at each other, their eyes filled with sympathy and understanding for the other’s plight.

  “Well, well. How very touching,” Miles’ mocking chuckle came from the doorway. “It seems that our slaves are getting on very well together, Anton.”

  “Just as well,” Anton growled, “If they can’t get on together, then they’ll be whipped together.”

  Hazel stared at him, then back at Giselle and saw her fear mirrored in the brunette’s eyes.

  He was deadly serious and both girls knew it.

  The tense silence was broken by Anton. “Giselle,” he snapped, “To my feet in punishment position.”

  With a stifled moan, Giselle raced to obey and in less than five seconds was on her knees, her face pressed to the floor and trembling buttocks raised high in the air.

  Her instant obedience and the erotic spectacle of her taut bottom and shaven sex lips so helplessly presented, brought a warm trickle of love juices to Hazel’s belly. She was well aware that, had she not been bound, it could just as easily have been her who could have been commanded...and she knew she would have obeyed exactly as Giselle had.

  Master Anton reached down and thrust his hand between his slave’s widely parted thighs, his extended fingers penetrating her sex.

  For a split second, her buttocks flinched away, but she recovered instantly and forced herself back into position, pressing her sex against his hand in a graphic demonstration of her subservience.

  Master Anton laughed cruelly, “Only just in time, slave. Another second and you would have earned yourself a whipping.”

  Giselle shuddered and Hazel realised that it was not unusual for her to be treated in such a callous manner. Master Anton clearly demanded perfect submission and obedience and was prepared to go to any lengths to obtain it from slaves.

  Of which, Hazel remembered with a chill of horror, she was now one.

  The black haired dominant took his hand from between Giselle’s thighs and inspected his damp fingers.

  “On your knees,” he ordered and held his fingers to her mouth. “Show Master Miles what an obedient little slave you are.”

  Without hesitation, her lips parted and her pink tongue licked his fingers delicately, cleaning them of the moist traces of her own arousal.

  Hazel gasped into her gag, slave heat burning like a torch in her belly as she witnessed Giselle’s deliciously submissive obedience and imagined herself licking the hand of a Master.

  A hand that had already forced her to climax and glistened with the juices of her surrender...

  It was a thrilling image and Hazel shivered with excitement, knowing that she would not only do it...but enjoy doing it.

  Anton turned to Miles, “Giselle is all yours. Enjoy yourself, my friend and do not hesitate to whip her if she fails to meet with your complete satisfaction.”

  Miles nodded firmly. “I shall, Anton,” he said then gazed down at the kneeling brunette. “On your feet, slave and follow me.”

  He strode to the door and Giselle leapt to her feet, her tethering chain rattling as she hurried after him and as the door closed behind them, Anton turned to Hazel.

  Alone with a Master she knew nothing about, bar the undeniable fact that he was totally and ruthlessly dominant with his own slave, Hazel whimpered softly as he moved nearer.

  His hands reached for her, cupping her full breasts in his palms and at his first touch, her nipples quivered and hardened like pebbles.

  Her immediate response brought a cold, calculating glitter to his dark eyes. He allowed his thumbs to brush the rigid buds, nodding slowly as Hazel’s tightly bound body jerked helplessly to the insistent stimulation.

  “I see that Miles was right,” he said softly, “I shall enjoy having you.”

  His thumbs and fingers rolled her nipples and Hazel gasped as waves of electric arousal radiated through her breasts and down into her belly, adding fuel to the fires of her need.

  He toyed with her until her breasts grew swollen and tense, her nipples throbbed almost painfully and she moaned in frustrated misery at being so intensely aroused and yet unable to achieve orgasm.

  Only then, when he calculated that she was sufficiently desperate, did he take the keys to her padlocked labia and hold them up before her pleading eyes.

  “Would you like to climax, slave?” he asked calmly and chuckled as Hazel nodded her eagerness. “Then you must ask me nicely.” He reached behind her and unbuckled her gag.

  Hazel blushed as he pulled the rubber ball from her mouth, but her arousal would permit her no modesty. “Please, M...Master,” she said humbly, “May I have a...a climax?”

  “Not nice enough,” he retorted, “A slave would beg.”

  She gulped, knowing he was playing with her, but knowing, too, that the only way to get the climax she needed so badly was to play his game.

  “Yes, Master,” she agreed meekly. “A sl...slave begs to be given a climax.”

  “Whose slave?”

  “Y...Your slave, Master.”

  “Then my slave must beg to be taken by her Master.”

  Hazel’s green eyes widened as he made his demand and she hesitated, too ashamed to beg for her own violation.

  He frowned and began to put the keys back in his pocket. “Obviously you are neither as well trained, nor as submissive as you pretend, slave,” he told her coldly, “It seems that you need further disciplining to remind you of what you are.”

  Hazel knew only too well what that would involve and did not want to be cr
opped.

  “No, Master, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. “Please, Master, for...forgive me. I...I...am your sub...submissive slave. Truly I am and...and I b...b...beg you to t...take me and t...teach me my sl...slavery.”

  The ring of sincerity in her own voice was plain to both Hazel and her Master and he paused, pretending to consider her request as she trembled wildly and her sex grew slick with the wet heat of her submission to his will.

  “Very well,” he said at last, “As you beg so prettily, I shall permit you to submit to me.” His strong fingers thrust the ball gag back into her mouth, silencing her once more.

  Her belly juddered violently as he removed her padlock and opened her for his pleasure, then slowly stripped off his clothes to reveal his muscular body and fully erect maleness.

  He moved between her spread legs, seized her buttocks in his hands and with a single, brutal thrust, buried himself full length in her defenceless belly.

  Impaled on his iron hard shaft and unable to move, Hazel threw her head back and screamed into her gag as he took her with hard, jolting lunges, each massive plunge of his erection penetrating deeper into her body and nearly lifting her feet from the floor.

  His masculine power and strength both excited and terrified Hazel, for she was quite unable to resist the hammer blows of his rampant shaft as he pounded into her sex and gasped for breath as her own arousal built to fever pitch.

  She closed her eyes tightly and screamed in helpless submission as, in the seething whirlpool of her belly, her love juices sprayed down over his maleness as she came and her internal muscles alternately squeezed and relaxed around him as she pulsed in orgasm.

  Her Master, however, was not yet ready to complete her subjugation and slowed the tempo of his thrusts, controlling his own desire while Hazel surrendered to hers and her body shook and quivered to the spasms of blisteringly submissive slave heat which her enforced climax sent rolling through her.

  “Open your eyes, slave,” he ordered and as her soft green eyes met his cold gaze, told her, “And now, slave, you will submit fully to me.”