S & M III -Vol I

by Vera Roberts

  “Good. Let me unbound you,” Scott walked up to her and with one swift movement, the rope came off. “Stay here.” He walked over to a nearby table and picked up a ball gag. “Have you ever used one of these before?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Would you like to try?” Scott asked.

  “Yes, Master,” Aileen nodded.

  “Good. We need to establish some boundaries before I use this on you since your mouth will be gagged,” Scott suggested, “when you like what I’m doing, nod. When you are almost at your limit, shake your head. When you’re at your limit, stomp your feet. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Master.” Alieen whispered.

  “Speak up,” He demanded.

  “Yes, Master.” Aileen cleared her throat.

  “Good girl,” Scott put the ball gag inside Aileen’s mouth and tied it in the back. He led her to a nearby stool and bent her over His knee. He smoothed His hand over her bare ass, reveling in the softness of it. She was smooth like porcelain and soft like a baby. He raised His hand and crushed it against her ass. He repeated the gesture a few more times, each slap made Aileen’s cheeks redder.

  When Aileen had enough, she stomped her foot as instructed. Scott lifted her up and poured lotion on her ass, massaging it as he went. He unstrapped the ball gag from her mouth and led Aileen to a nearby sofa. Now it was time for aftercare. “How did it make you feel?”

  “Sexy. Dirty. Empowered.” She smiled.

  “What did you like about it?”

  “The spanking.”

  “What didn’t you like about it?”

  “The ball gag was a bit large.” She massaged her mouth.

  “Good to know,” Scott kissed Aileen’s hand. “You’re dismissed. Thank you, Aileen.”

  “You’re welcome, Scott.” Aileen gathered up her clothing and headed to the bathrooms.

  From the shadows, Sanora appeared. She watched Scott and Aileen all afternoon to study his technique and possibly offer him tips. To her pleasant surprise, he didn’t require any. “Very impressive.”

  “She’s a great sub.” Scott mentioned.

  “She’s one of the best,” Sanora walked over to Scott and ran Her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back into Her hand.

  “What can I do you for, Mistress?”

  “I want you to come with me to a charity gathering tonight. There will be food and drinks. It’s like a BDSM dinner party.” She purred.

  Sanora may have said dinner party but Scott read more into it. It was a play party and he was the special guest of honor. Memories of his first play party experience with Caprina came to mind. They weren’t pleasant.“What should I wear?”

  “Business casual. A suit, no tie, open collar. I’ll give you a stipend to use while you’re there since there will be an auction. Spend wisely.”

  He was going to be fully dressed. That little detail only meant one thing: Sanora wanted to see what he was like with a different odalisque. The question was on the tip of Scott’s tongue. He decided to ask it anyway. “Pop quiz, Mistress?”

  “You got it.”

  Chapter Ten

  The party was located at another villa just a mile or two away from Sanora’s abode. It was a palatial estate with several stories and rooms to accommodate the guests. A long line of limousines parked along the driveway and the atmosphere felt rich with money, desire, and excitement. At 10 PM, Sanora and Scott arrived along with their subs. Before they entered the home, Scott pulled Aileen aside to privately speak to her.

  “I have a present for you,” Scott presented Aileen with a small wrapped gift.

  “What is it, Master?” She asked.

  “Open it and you’ll find out,” he smiled.

  Aileen opened the gift box and pulled out a small leather collar with a heart locket. “It’s beautiful, Master.”

  Scott walked behind Aileen and put the collar on her. It went perfectly with her black sheer dress and spiked heels. “If anyone approaches you, you are not to speak to them. Instead, they are to find Me and ask for My permission if they want your services. Is that clear?”

  “How would they know where to find you, Master?”

  “Your collar has my initials engraved on it. They’ll know exactly where to find me.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl,” he kissed her forehead. “Now let’s enjoy our night.”

  Scott and Aileen entered the palatial estate and were greeted by a woman suspended from the ceiling with bondage all over her body. A service slave came by carrying a tray of champagne glasses. Scott took one for him and Aileen and proceeded to walk around the party. It was a mansion with marble floors, high-vaulted ceilings, and golden paint on the walls. There was a DJ in the main room, spinning a mixture of tunes. There were two open bars and service slaves catering to the Doms and their subs.

  There were many rooms in the home and each catered to a different fetish. One room was for the exhibitionists and voyeurs with a sex swing and bed in the middle. Another room was for the sadists. Another room was for those interested in wax play. Another room was catered to those who loved foot worship.

  Scott and Aileen walked around, Aileen’s arm firmly around Scott’s. “Don’t be nervous, my pet. No one will harm you.” He assured her.

  They finally made their way back to the main room of the home. “I have some business to attend to. I walked you around so you’re familiar with the rooms. You can go in and out of the rooms as you please. Do not speak to anyone unless they have My permission first.”

  “Yes, Master,” Aileen nodded.

  “Good. Now run along,” Scott watched Aileen head to the exhibitionist room and closed the curtain behind her.

  Scott took another sip of his champagne and headed to the slave auction room. The room was dark with several velvet curtains on the walls. There was a large stage in front and catwalk down the middle. There were chairs on both sides for a personal view of the property. Scott took his seat and waited for the festivities to begin.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, Doms and FemDommes, welcome to the Night of a Thousand Lashes,” the corseted British emcee begin, “you should be holding a list of slaves that are available tonight, something for everyone. If you’re a sadist, we have the masochist for your pain pleasure. If you want to tie and twist your sub up like a pretzel, we have them for you too. Whatever is your fetish, we got someone just for you.

  “You haven’t been to auction, here are the rules: number one, you should only raise your hand if you can afford the slave. You’re not cheap and neither are they. Number two, you will only have the slave for use tonight and tonight only unless otherwise stated by their Master or Mistress. And number three and I shouldn’t have to say this: safe, sane, and consensual. That is all. Let the bidding begin!”

  Scott quietly watched the auction from his seat, taking in the sights and sounds. All of the submissives offered plenty of action and he was impressed with what he saw. He had no intentions of bidding on a slave until a young woman was introduced. “The next sub up for auction is Dove. She is naturally submissive and has a spanking fetish. Those who like to spank their subs will have a great time with her. She also enjoys the occasional rope and bondage play.”

  She was Black and curvaceous. Her complexion was honey-colored and Scott noticed a few freckles. Her face was delicate and her almond-shaped brown eyes stood out. She had long blonde hair that bounced whenever she moved.

  Scott was determined to have her. The first bid starts at $500,” The emcee announced. Scott waited until all the bidders made their bidding war. The price soon rose up to $2000. “Going once? Going twice?”

  “Five thousand dollars,” Scott announced. The other Doms and FemDommes turned to look at him and applauded him for his efforts.

  “Five thousand it is for the handsome American in the front row! Five thousand going once? Five thousand going twice? Sold! Sir, please make your way to the cashier for the business deal and then you c
an have your sub for the rest of the night. Alright, next auction is for foot worship! Anyone like to get their feet the tender loving care?”

  After Scott paid the cashier, he waited for Dove backstage. She wore a silver negligee that outlined her breasts along with the rest of her curves. She wasn’t collared.

  “I was hoping you would bid for me, Master,” she spoke softly. She had a Caribbean accent.

  “Your wish came true,” Scott nodded, “what are your ground rules?”

  “No choking, spitting or face-slapping. No race play or age play. Sex will be with condom only.”

  “Got it,” Scott took note. “Safety words?”

  “The standard light system works. No means no.” Dove grinned. Her smile was welcoming and alluring. “I’m all yours, Master.”

  “Great to know,” Scott pulled out a pair of nipple pinchers and motioned to Dove to remove her negligee. He then carefully placed the pinchers on her nipples and lightly tugged on them. “Every movement you make, you’re going to feel the pinchers rub against your clothing. I’m testing your willpower.”

  “Yes, Master.” Dove nodded.

  “Come with me,” Scott led Dove to the exhibitionist and voyeur room. He sat down and instructed Dove to sit on His lap as they watched twosomes, threesomes, and foursomes for a few hours.

  Dove remained still on Scott’s lap until she began to squirm while watching another couple. The warmth of her body transferred to His and He knew she was ready. If He touched her slightly, she would cum instantly. “You’re ready,” He purred in her ear. “Let’s go.”

  Scott led her to a room that was surrounded with mirrors from ceiling to floor. Scott knew behind the mirrors there was an audience. He deliberately chose that particular room. He instructed Dove to undress. “Bend over on the bed, hands and knees,” he ordered and Dove complied. Scott took a flogger and brushed it against Dove’s ass. It was round and perfect. He flogged her ass gently at first so she could get used to the fabric. He then flogged her a bit harder. “Where are you?” He asked her.

  “Green, Master.” Dove moaned.

  She likes it rough. “Good,” Scott flogged her a bit more until the flogging strips left marks on her ass. He knew Dove could have taken a bit more but He stopped. He had more in mind for her. He joined the bed and kneeled behind her. He brushed His fingers against her slit. She was hot and wet for Him. Her body was begging Him to fuck her.

  Scott quickly removed His clothing and His cock jumped out from the restriction. He grabbed a condom from the nearby dresser drawer and slipped it on. He picked up a satin eye mask and covered Dove’s eyes. “Sit up and grab my hand, it’s in front of you,” He instructed and Dove followed His direction. Scott led her to a nearby chair and sat on it. He had Dove gently sit down on His cock, facing Him. He filled her tight hole completely.

  “Ooh…” Dove whispered. Her lips were pursed together. “Ooh…”

  Scott studied her reaction. He would watch her expressions for the remainder of the night. “Let me know when it’s too much,” He softly spoke.

  “Yes, Master,” Dove carefully began to ride Him, easing her body up and down on His cock.

  Scott held onto Dove’s waist as she moved up and down on Him. The pinchers were still connected to her nipples and Scott gently tugged on them. He watched Dove’s reaction and she loved the sensation she received.

  “Is this my pussy?” Scott’s lips captured Dove’s neck.

  “Yes, Master,” Dove softly moaned.

  Scott pulled on the pinchers harder, causing Dove to moan louder. “I couldn’t hear you.”

  “Yes, Master,” she panted.

  “Good girl,” Scott rocked Dove’s body harder on His cock. “I want you to ride me until you’re about to cum.”

  “Ooh, fuck yeah,” Dove steadied herself on Scott’s shoulders and bounced on His cock. Her legs began to tremble and the warmth between her legs began to spread throughout her body. She was approaching an orgasm. “Ooh, Master, I’m about to…I’m about to…”

  “Stop,” Scott ordered her and Dove immediately stilled herself. Orgasm denial.

  “Yes, Master?”

  Scott admired the beauty before Him. She was already gorgeous but the power she gave Him over her body made her more desirable.“Get off and get on your knees,” He ordered.

  Dove climbed off Scott’s lap and got down on her hands and knees. She was quiet and awaited His next direction. Scott once again took the flogger to her ass, the lashes caused marks across her skin. Her ass was a nice, bright red.

  “Get up,” Scott barked and Dove complied. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed. “Get on the bed, hands and knees again.”

  Dove followed Scott’s instruction and He got on the bed behind her. He slid His cock inside her once again and Dove softly moaned. Scott grabbed her hips and thrust in and out of her, gradually picking up speed. Dove met Him thrust for thrust and pushed back on Scott. Her moans echoed off the walls, her body slick with sweat. Scott looked over at one of the mirrors and winked at it. He knew She was watching them.

  “Master,” Dove panted as Scott continued to fuck her, “can I cum now?”

  Scott kept His focus at the mirror before Him. “Cum on my cock, baby,”

  Dove erupted in a loud cry but remained steady. She wasn’t allowed to lay down without Scott’s instruction first. Scott’s own release followed Dove’s and He pulled out. “Relax,” He advised her. Dove collapsed on the bed next to Scott and awaited His next command.

  “Yes, Master?” She asked.

  Scott rolled Dove over and applied lotion to her ass. It was raw from both Him and the lashings. He smoothed His hands over her ample ass. “You can sleep here tonight if you like. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay.”

  “I understand, Master.”

  Scott rolled Dove back over and gently removed the nipple pinchers. He then removed her blindfold. He kissed her, lightly sucking on her bottom lip. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Dove.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she smiled.

  Scott put on his clothes and walked out the door. He was making his way down the hall until a familiar voice stopped him. “Impressive, Scott. Very, very impressive. You’re a quick learner and you’re a better Master than I thought you would be.” Sanora nodded. “I always knew it you had it in you.”

  “Thank you, Mistress,” Scott politely nodded.

  Sanora walked over to Scott. Her body moved in slow motion, like a dancer. “You knew I was watching you, didn’t you?”

  Truth to be told, Scott wasn’t entirely sure if Sanora was behind the mirrors. But he also knew there was no point of bringing him to a play party if She wasn’t going to watch him in action. “I sensed it.”

  “Of course, now that you’ve studied up, and passed all of the quizzes and homework with flying colors, it’s time for the final,” Sanora’s lips turned upwards to their trademark curl, “You need to dominate me.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The days blurred into each other. If she wasn’t sleeping, she was drunk. If she wasn’t drunk, she was high. Her coke binges became more frequent and her income was dwindling at a steady pace. She didn’t return any phone calls or grant any interview requests. She wasn’t able to tell the difference from Monday to Thursday. It didn’t matter, anyhow.

  Caprina wanted the world to leave her alone.

  The day Elliott left her, Caprina closed all of her curtains, shut off her phone, and hid. Her friends couldn’t get through to her. Her model colleagues laughed at her. And her modeling agency? Forget about it. They were still reeling from the first scandal.

  She was a supermodel. Supermodels don’t get involved in scandals. When scandals happened to other people, Caprina was always the first to offer a scathing remark about how stupid they were to get caught up in that mess. Now she was involved in a series of scandals of her own – the last a particularly humiliating one. It wasn’t as bad as drugs, alcohol, or sex but the headline didn’t make
the matter any better: Supermodel’s boyfriend leaves her for gay lover.

  She just wanted to curl into a ball and hide.

  Her private number rang and she immediately knew who it was. He was the only one who had access to her number and that was an agreed arrangement between the two of them. He wanted to reach her at any time and any place. “Hello?” Caprina’s voice was warily and cracked.

  “You’ve had a string of bad luck lately, carus,” Dimitri began, “very bad luck.”

  Caprina was in no mood to deal with her ex-boyfriend’s bullshit. “What do you want, caro?”