I was wet. I could feel my juices dripping down my thigh as I watched her rise again to tiptoes. The wood was covered with her cum. I applied the cane a little harder on her ass and she dropped to the branch with a groan, but she didn't move her hands from behind her neck, so I continued to cane her rear. After a few moments she was back on her toes. Each stroke I brought down faster on her ass and a bit harder. Her moans enveloped me as I continued to swat her.
She lowered for the last time and I was panting hard from the exertion, as I let the cane land time and again on her ass. "Yesssss," hung from the trees as she started to orgasm. I stopped caning, dropped it to the ground to reach for her right breast, while my left hand pushed on her mound, holding it tight against the branch. She was withering along it. I lowered to suck in her nipple, pulling it hard into my mouth.
She trembled all over as she lowered her arm to rest on my back, caressing it as I sucked. She rose again, and this time brought her leg over the branch to stand. She held me to her so that I still had her breast in my mouth.
Patting my head she whispered, "Good, Baby," and I released her nipple, licking my lips. She had her hand around my braid and pulled me down to kneel between her legs. "Lick, Baby." My tongue shot out to make contact with her sweet pussy. "Make it clean, Baby." I licked from clit to cunt. With each stroke I savored Kitten. When she stopped shaking, she again patted my head, "Good, Baby, you may stop now."
I rose to stand next to her and she took me in her arms and kissed me, saying "Thank you, Baby."
She let me go and picked up her shirt. "We better get going. We're losing daylight and Master will be waiting for us."
We walked back to the car arm in arm. The doors were both open and we slipped back into our seats. As I started the car the air conditioning kicked on, blowing up under my skirt and my still wet cunt and I shook. "Baby, you okay?"
"Oh, yes, just a little damp down there and the A/C is, of course, blowing right on it." Her hand was up my skirt and fingering me before I could finish my sentence.
"You are very wet, Baby. We're going to save that for Master to take care of." She slide her middle finger all the way in. She laid the seat back and closed her eyes. I knew she was still awake because each time I started to relax around her finger she would wiggle it, and I would tighten up.
CHAPTER 3
Traveling down the road, I turned off the a/c and opened the window. The breeze filtered through my blouse and teased my nipples. Kitten's finger was still toying with my cunt when the cell phone went off. The 1812 Overture announced an incoming call from Master. I pushed the button on the dash and answered, "Hello, Master, how may I help you?"
"Hi, Baby, how's the trip back going? Have you and Kitten been able to get all your girl talk out yet?"
I giggled, "We're working on it, Master. Kitten is stretched out in the passenger seat with her finger in my cunt."
"Ah, it's one of those discussions."
"Yes, Master. She's been telling me of her life before she came to live with us." I loved talking to Master while I was driving. The earpiece made it so I felt he was in the seat next to me. That I could talk to him about anything without fear, was slowly sinking in. I never felt I had to lie or hide anything, I never wanted to.
"She told me of the Kennel Master, and her Lace Mistress."
"Good. Now, about why I was calling. There has been a change of plans; I would like you to meet me at Sir Brendan's home in the hills. Punch his name in the GPS and it will direct you to his house. You and Kitten are to wait outside the gate till I get there."
"Yes, Master" I knew Master had been working on a new toy for Sir Brendan, but I had never met him before. I pulled over to the side of the road. Kitten's finger had stilled as she listened to my one sided conversation. I pressed in Brendan and a map popped on the screen, showing where I was now and gave me a route to follow. Smiling, I thought how considerate Master had been to put this in for me, since I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag without directions.
I guess he did want me to always know how to get back to him.
"I'm about two hours away, Baby, so I will see you there at approximately 7pm. Even if someone comes out to the car and invites you in, you are not to go in without me. Is that understood, Baby?"
I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck and I whispered, "Yes, Master." He made it sound ominous. I looked over at Kitten as she wiggled her finger inside and mouthed "what?"
"Got to run now, Baby. Drive safe and see you in about two hours."
My body started to shake when the line went dead. I sat there, staring out the front window for a moment.
"Well spit it out, Baby. What has you freaked?" I shifted in the seat as I looked over at her. Her finger was sliding in and out of me. "Tell me, Baby."
"Master is meeting us at one of his clients, a Sir Brendan."
Her finger stopped and she sat up right. "Oh, really? Why are you shaking, Baby? What else did Master say?"
"It's not so much what he said but how he said it. We are not to go in without him. He made it sound like something bad would happen to us if we did."
"How long before Master will be there?" I finished telling her the rest of my short conversation with Master and she nodded when I was done. "Okay, well let's head up there now, it's about a half hour drive. I'll tell you of another Master I had while we wait."
I flipped the car into drive and pulled back on to the road. The steady rhythm of her finger was calming and exciting me at the same time. She laid her head on my lap and was intent on watching her finger move in and out of my cunt. I could not concentrate on the road anymore so I pulled off again. Coming to a stop I spread my legs as wide as I could. She lowered her mouth and laid her tongue against my clit. Slowly rubbing it up and down.
"There is nothing to worry about at Sir Brendan's, Baby." She kissed the top of my mound, "I've been there before, and I lived to talk about it."
I half giggled, "Then why did Master say it that way?"
"Only he knows that, Baby," she said before taking my clit all the way into her mouth to suck on it. Her finger had picked up the pace and I felt myself edging toward a good release when she pulled out her finger and let go of my clit. Sitting up she patted my mound "We need to save your orgasms for later, Baby."
I let out a long groan. It was just like her to get me going, only to stop. One of these days I would hold her back, but I just didn't have it in me to deprive another of pleasure. Kitten was definitely a PT (pussy teaser). Shaking my head as I pulled back out onto the road to continue on our way. Nope, Kitten was a teaser all together – DT or PT – she liked to heat all up.
As I turned on a narrow road that wound up the hillside I noticed that even the wild life on either side of the car seemed to be well manicured. When we came around the fourth switchback a gate came into view, and I pulled over to the side of the road. I couldn't see much past the gate. The sky had been filling with clouds since we left the Academy. The pending stormed seem closer. A crack of lightening illuminated a building in the distance and I jumped when the thunder quickly followed. Rolling up the window I turned to kitten, "That's the house?"
"Yep, that's the one. I saw it a few years ago for the first time…"
CHAPTER 4
Kitten pulled me into her arms and asked me, "Do you want to hear of my first visit to Sir Brendan's, baby?"
I nodded and she began.
"I inquired as we stopped here in front of this wrought iron gate. 'Is this our destination Master?'
"'Yes, Kitten, and it will be an evening we will both enjoy.' He replied punching in the code to gain entrance. I could make out a large stone mansion at the end of the oak tree lined drive. He went on to add, 'I know this is something you've fantasized about and I want the full impact of the evening to be a treat, with no preconceived notions about what's in store for you.'
"The car came to a halt at the mansion's front entrance. Three circular stone steps led up to a set of large double
doors. Master moved to my door, opened it and extended his hand to help me out into the cool fall evening. I was dressed in a red silk wrap around blouse, black leather mini skirt black garters and hose, set off by red leather over the calf fold top boots.
"As I stood awaiting his next command, he ran his hand under my skirt and passed his fingers lightly over my shaved pussy, then back to my plump heart shaped ass."
She giggled then, "I was so excited, I started to roll my hips as his fingers returned to the front of my body and started to massage my clit. He watched my face become a mask of sensuous longing as his fingers worked their magic. I had belonged to him for quite a while. He had become very familiar with my body and took great delight in the movements and responses he could elicit.
" 'Just a little appetizer,' he told me. 'Go to the door and ring the bell.' I complied.
"The double doors swung open and a large, very athletic man in a formal butler's cut-away uniform greeted us. I was really impressed by his size. He was about six foot five and around two hundred thirty-five pounds. I remember musing; this was a man that could make me feel petit.
" 'Host Sir Brendan will greet you in the Great Room. Please walk this way.' We entered a well-lit room with sumptuous furnishings, and a welcome fire in the handsome marble fireplace.
"Sir Brendan rose from a large over stuffed sofa to greet us. 'A pleasure to see you again,' he said to Master and they shook hands. Sir Brendan looked at me with an expression I could not quiet define. He appeared to be appraising me, but there was more behind it.
" 'I would like to present my slave, Kitten," Master said, as he indicated the gold "K" on the two inch wide black collar around my neck. Master motioned with his right hand and I placed my hands on my head and turned around for them, making four ninety-degree pivots to my right. He would often use hand signals as well as commands, saying "A slave should be totally aware of her Master's every demand'.
"I stole a glance at Sir Brendan. He is of average height and build, about five foot ten and one hundred seventy-five pounds. He was dressed in a blue silk shirt, gray wool slacks, and black leather boots. He offered us some hundred-year-old brandy and joined us, by offering a toast 'To a night of firsts,' he said. This puzzled me, but I raised my glass and tasted the drink. The brandy traced a warm pleasant trail down my throat as I sipped it.
" 'Let's go to the workout room.' Sir Brendan suggested and we descended a spiral staircase down to the next level, the workout room came into view. The lighting was indirect and it took several seconds for my eyes to focus on the various pieces of equipment throughout the slate-floored room with its stone walls. There was a padded whipping block in the center of the room with two sets of stirrups at the top and bottom of each corner. Chains hung from the beams at numerous locations, recessed rings in the floor, a pillory, three whipping poles, a large gymnastic vaulting horse, a bondage/whipping cross on either side of the fireplace, and a large one armed sofa exactly like the one upstairs. There were large upholstered benches against two of the walls."
Kitten slid one hand up my skirt to roll my clit and the other cupped and squeezed my breast.
" 'What do you think of my little gymnasium my dear?' Sir Brendan asked.
"I'm not the least bit disappointed," I replied.
"I have talked to your Master on several occasions and we decided to help you satisfy a longing you've had for some time."
"I looked at Master. He smiled and motioned for me to sit beside him. My skirt rose to expose the tops of my black garter hose. I moved to pull my skirt down but Master stopped me. Sir Brendan reached over and pushed a button on the wall as he remarked, 'You are quite exquisite, my dear."
Several seconds later the butler descended the steps. He was naked. I watch his muscular body ripple as he knelt in front of Sir Brendan and licked his boots. 'This is Cunt,' Sir Brendan said. "I use him like a cunt and treat him like one. Did you lay out the proper outfit?"
" 'Yes, Sir," he said, his face still pressed against the black boots.
" 'Good. Now entertain our guests while I go and change."
"What form, Sir?" he asked, and was told to perform the 'infinity circle', and Sir Brendan was gone.
"Cunt moved to the couch and sat beside me. He was only partially erect. After several moments of stroking himself, he had an erection I knew to be over ten inches long and quite thick. I know I licked my lips as he circled the base with his right hand and cradled his balls with his left. The long thick cock pointed directly toward the ceiling. He drew in his stomach and bent at the waist and neck.
"Then to Master's amazement and my delight he took four to five inches of his penis into his mouth and began to auto fellate himself. I was transfixed by his feat. All I could do was stare at the spectacle before me. My breathing became quite rapid, and I tried to slip my hand under my skirt, but Master patted it away. I couldn't take my eyes off the man beside me.
"Let me hold it," I whispered hoarsely. He let go and I grasped the base of the shaft with both hands. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing as he worked it harder and harder with his mouth. Just then Sir Brendan's voice cut through our erotic reverie.
"I jumped and pulled my hands away as he said, 'You weren't going to cum with out permission were you, Cunt?' Cunt abruptly stopped and sat bolt upright.
" 'No, no Sir', came his shaky reply and his penis rapidly deflated.
"Sir Brendan snapped his fingers and Cunt scurried on his knees to the bench on the far wall and pushed the seat open with his mouth to reveal a storage area. He plunged his head into it and emerged with a large well made strap-on dildo between his lips. The straps were strong and well made with a ten-inch realistic latex cock protruding from it, a replica of the original on cunt. He crawled back to the sofa and placed it at Sir Brendan's feet. He then made several more trips back to the bench for a riding crop two punishment straps (one short, one long). A heavy braided leather cat, quirts, restraints, and various chrome snap clips. He stopped, panting at Sir Brendan's feet and looked up for approval.
" 'You finished well within the usual time limit.' he told Cunt and a small smile of accomplishment began to appear on his face, but it became a look of total dejection when Sir Brendan said, 'I don't see any canes, do I?' He delivered a ringing smack to his slave's upturned face and I gasped. 'Tell our guest what that means, you worthless little slut.'
" 'No limits during this session,' he uttered weakly before he crawled back to the still open storage bench. He had begun to whimper when he was reprimanded again. At last he located three canes and as he crawled back he began to sob openly.
" 'You know what's in store for you don't you, you little bitch," smirked Sir Brendan. He placed the canes at Sir Brendan's feet and fervently resumed tonguing the boots.
"Sir Brendan was dressed head to toe in rich soft leather; a tailored black leather shirt and cut-away jeans held up by chrome studded red leather suspenders. There were two zippers on the front of the jeans one each from just inside the suspender and attachment to beneath his crotch to form a chrome V. A pair of dark black riding boots with spurs completed the outfit.
"He barked a command for Cunt to get the short punishment strap. It had a stiff polished leather T handle to which was attached a double over spanking strap eighteen inches long by four inches wide.
" 'Ups and downs,' he said to him and Cunt crawled to the whipping block in the center of the floor, raised his upper body and placed his hands on the block. He was kneeling on the floor facing us his torso and arms were parallel to the floor. His eyes blinked rapidly as his face betrayed the fear in his mind. Sir Brendan raised the strap and let it hover behind his right shoulder, letting the anticipation build.
"Just as the kneeling figure emitted a sob, he walloped the muscular buttocks with an ear-splitting stroke and followed it at once with a second stroke and applied, in all, ten heavy cuts. I had slipped my hand into Master's and was squeezing it tight.
"The instant the tenth stroke was given, Cun
t vaulted up on top of the block and knelt on the side closest to the sofa, his hands on the opposite side. The ten initial strokes had been given across the middle of Cunt's bottom, and Sir Brendan's skill was such, there appeared to be only a single four inch wide red band, all ten had been delivered in exactly the same area.
"While his subject was kneeling on the block, Sir Brendan worked ten additional blistering shots down the left thigh from the creases to just above the knee. The openly crying servant dropped back to the floor and received a second dose of ten on his smarting ass. They were applied just above the initial ten. Back up on the top, Sir Brendan changed sides to prove he was quite proficient with his left arm as well, as he worked the right thigh top to bottom. Returning to the bottom of the block, Cunt's ass received its third dose of ten just below the first ten. His entire ass was a bright pink. Up on top of the block again, Sir Brendan moved in directly behind him and applied a set of five stingers to each outer thigh. With Cunt back on the floor, Sir Brendan stepped back a bit to bring the punishing leather across the cheek nearest him with the tip curling into the crevice between the reddening buttocks."
I could feel the heat in my ass as she told me, and I wiggled under her hands. "You okay, Baby?" she asked, "I think you're starting to see why Master asked you not to go in without him."
All I could do was nod in reply.
CHAPTER 5
"I was amazed at the skill shown by Sir Brendan, and the ferocity of the strokes that painted Cunt's ass and thighs a very angry red. Each one brought low grunts and yelps from the slave's throat. I lost track of how many ups and downs had occurred as Sir Brendan obviously enjoyed his slaves contortions, then finally brought the flogging to a conclusion with twenty-five of the hardest strokes I had ever seen. He made Cunt count these out loud.
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