"No, master, I was just startled with the noise." I replied, trying to keep a calmed tone.
He snorted at me, but didn’t insist.
The chaos at the other table was getting out of control. One of the men, that had obviously drunk more than enough, got up and came up to our table.
"You… fun… with… us…" he stammered in terrible English, accompanied with a lot of gestures, talking to me. "Tråkig människa, boring… he…" he insisted talking in his native language.
I was so surprised I could only shake my head. "No, please leave." I looked at Master asking for help, but he didn’t move a single muscle, his annoyance quite clear.
The other man had no intention of giving up, he grabbed me by my wrist and tried to pull me up.
"Come…come…" he kept saying. I pulled my wrist free, still saying no.
Master finally went into action. He got up and pushed the other man away from me. "She said no, so get back to your table."
The man didn’t understand Master's words but I guess he understood his tone and the expression on his face, because he returned to the table.
"Let's go." Master announced, leaving his dinner unfinished.
I followed him immediately. I could tell he was in a very bad mood and the last thing I wanted was to infuriate him.
To my surprise Master returned to the suite, and that only worried me more.
"I've been meaning to ask you this, but there hasn’t been an appropriate moment." He started as we got in and I kneeled near the door in a waiting position, hands behind my back and head down. "Look at me, I want to see your face when you answer." He ordered and I raised my head to look at him.
"Yes, Master."
"What were you talking about with Jonas this morning at the yacht?" the question surprised me, since I hadn’t noticed his curiosity on the matter at that moment. Actually, I thought Master hadn’t seen me talking to Master Jonas.
"Master Jonas asked me if he had been too rough when we played at his dungeon." I answered with the truth, but I could see Master didn’t like my answer.
"What did you tell him?" his tone was cold and his lips formed a thin line.
"That he hadn’t been too rough. That my ailment the following day was due to the sum of several things." I replied, cautiously.
"What else did he tell you? You talked way too long for a simple question like that." He insisted, his tone getting even colder.
"He explained to me that he only liked to play with people that fully enjoy receiving pain, at least as much as he enjoys giving them pain." I answered, trying to recall Master Jonas' words.
"What did you answer to that?"
"That pain doesn’t thrill me, Master." The hard slap that crossed my face almost sent me to the floor, shots of pain rushed through my whole face.
"Pain doesn’t thrill you, slave?" he asked, furious.
I didn’t know what to answer. He didn’t want to hear the truth, but if I lied to him, he would accuse me of lying to his friend.
Another slap crossed the other cheek of my face.
"Answer me when I ask you a question." He shouted at me.
Holding a sob back, I managed to talk. "No, Master, it doesn't."
"So, all this time training you has been a total waste of time, slave?" he was getting madder and madder and I was getting scared. When he was like this, it always meant bad news for me.
"No, Master, it hasn’t been a waste, I promise." I stammered.
He closed even more of the distance between us and grabbed a fist of my hair, pulling my head harshly against his thigh, his other hand, rudely pulling my chin up. "And yet, you go around telling people you don’t enjoy the things I do to you." He retorted.
"I'm sorry, Master, I failed to see I was doing wrong." I stammered, tears clouding my eyes as he squeezed my chin harder.
"It seems you need to learn to only listen and keep your mouth shut. And also, keep your eyes to your Master, instead of flirting with every damn man that crosses your path." He warned me.
I wanted to say that was unfair, that I hadn’t flirted with anyone, but I knew he wouldn’t listen. "Yes, master." I sobbed.
He dragged me by my hair to the breakfast table and bent me over it, pulling my black dress up to my back, before he trashed my panties exposing my ass, that still carried the marks of Master Jonas' caning and Master's cropping.
Standing behind me, Master began to unbuckle his belt. It was made of heavy leather and he pulled it through the loops on his trousers and I trembled anticipating the pain, trying to brace myself and be prepared for his rage. This was the first time he would use a belt on me, but I was sure it would hurt so much.
He stepped back and raised the belt. It hit my buttocks with a stinging force. He hit me again and again till I lost count, pain running wild through my whole body, as I sobbed and cried, my hands gripping tightly to the table.
Finally he dropped the belt and I heard him unzip his pants and soon I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy before he began to enter me raw and dry, shoving himself in. It was very painful and he knew it. He pushed and pushed trashing his way in.
When he was all the way in, he began to fuck me faster and deeper, looking for his own pleasure, but determined to prove something to me. He leaned forward, and reached my clit with his fingers, rubbing it, and pinching it, starting to arouse me. He knew how to do that very well and soon I was begging him to let me cum. "Please, master, give me permission to cum."
"No, not yet." He replied, as he quickened his pace and continued to tease my clit.
I begged him to let me cum again, feeling I was reaching the edge, struggling not to come without his consent, but he said no, and no, and no, until I found myself shaking from head to toe, swooped over by a powerful orgasm. And I had cum without permission.
He came right after, pouring his hot seed deep inside me, his hands clawed at my buttocks, pressing hard the welts he had left with his belt.
When he finally slid out of me, he smacked me hard with his hand, one last time. "See how I can make you thrill with pain, and with no permission as well?" his arrogance made me wish I could scream in frustration, but I knew nothing good would come of that. "I'll take care of that disobedience later. Get cleaned up, we have to leave."
Slowly I pull myself up and headed to the bathroom to wash my face and clean myself up, wishing I could crawl into bed and sleep.
Chapter 4
We left the suite a few minutes later and at the hotel lobby, Master asked for a taxi. A few minutes later we were arriving to an impressive mansion, not far from the hotel. The place was built in a similar style to the one back home, that made her think of Atlanta's southern mansions, although here, we would have to talk about a Greek style, because of the wide columns, the pediment and the two floors.
Master rang the bell and a butler opened the door almost immediately. He asked for Master's identification and once he was pleased, he allowed us in. This mansion had a very luxurious décor, mixing antique with modern in a very creative form.
"You can't wear those clothes in here, slave." Master's voice got me out of my inspection. "This man will take you to a locker room, I want you to strip completely, just leave your shoes on."
The protest was ready in the tip of my tongue, but I managed to hold it back in time. That would be a lousy idea. "Yes, Master." I turned and followed the butler to the locker room where I removed all my clothes and placed them in a locker, to follow the man back to where Master was waiting for me, feeling exposed, knowing my new welts would be seen by everybody.
The butler never even looked at me. Clearly, he was trained to behave and checking out the Masters' slaves wasn’t a good idea.
Master took out my leash from one of his pockets and clipped it to the ring on my collar, before he guided me in the club's main room, with its main stage, and small areas, with all kinds of devices, around it, where the members and guests were able to play or perform. In a corner, there were a few tables and a bar, mainly fo
r water and refreshments. Alcohol wasn’t appreciated in the BDSM community as I had the opportunity to confirm, on my first visit to the club.
The place had a pretty good crowd for a Friday night, and I surely wasn’t the only one naked. Some were even crawling and I thanked god Master hadn’t ordered me to do it too.
We toured the room, stopping to watch some of the scenes here and there, and once we had seen it all, Master took me to the dungeons, in the basement.
In it, there was no main stage, just a lot of devices scattered around the place being used by the members. I guessed that like the one back home, this club ought to have the private dungeon rooms, most of them staging all kinds of kinks and fantasies.
But Master didn’t seem to be looking for one of them. We went back to the main room and he took me to the bar. He took a seat at a table and I kneeled beside him.
Only a few moments later, a woman came by to offer him a drink. Master ordered a scotch for himself and nothing for me. I didn’t mind. I had made my own rule not to drink in these places.
A man in his mid fifties approached our table.
"Good evening, I've been told you are visiting us. My name is Dimitri Samaras, and I'm the president of Athens' Lustra."
Master got up and greeted the other man, shaking his hand. "My name is Devlin Kent. It's a pleasure to be here."
"I hope you enjoy your stay with us. We will have a slave's auction in a little while. The buyers will only buy a six hours service from the slaves and the money collected will go to one of our favorite charities. You are welcome to participate." The man informed.
"That sounds interesting."
"Take a look around, and enjoy."
"I will, thank you."
"Is she your submissive or your slave?" the man asked, looking at me for the first time.
"She's my slave." Master answered, tugging at my leash and making me get up. "Assume inspection position, slave." I obeyed immediately and master allowed the other man to check me out.
He walked around me, but did not touch me. "She is quite beautiful, you're a lucky man."
"Thank you." Master ordered me to kneel back, and then he tied his end of my leash to a hook on the table. "Stay here and don’t talk to anyone. If a dom asks you anything just say you're not allowed to talk. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master." I answered hating the idea of staying tied to the table as if I was a dog.
Master left with Master Dimitri, and I was alone, praying no one would come to talk to me. I didn’t want a repetition of tonight's punishment.
After a while, Master returned to the table accompanied by another man wearing leather shorts and vest. "Go with him, I've decided to allow them to auction you."
"Master…" I started, but he stopped me immediately.
"Don’t you dare protest" He growled and I shuddered.
"Yes, Master." I got up and Master gave the other man my leash, and he dragged me away from Master.
In that moment, the host stood up on the main stage, and announced: "Members, guests, let's get down to business. For those of you who don't understand the rules, I will explain. The slaves are to be auctioned tonight. Whoever buys a slave has the complete use of her, with no limits, until the morning, no later than 6:00 am. All money raised is for charity, so I'm sure you will be generous." The audience laughed and clapped.
The host motioned for all the girls in the auction to come to the front, including me, and soon we were all lined up wearing just our collars and leashes. There were around twelve girls, of various sizes and colors.
'Master will buy me, for sure.' I thought, trying to convince myself of it. Unless this was my punishment for coming without permission, and the whole episode over my conversation with Master Jonas and the guys at the hotel. I knew that he really was angry, but had it angered him enough to put me in this auction and in the hands of a total stranger for so many hours?
I prayed that he had only put me up there to scare me and teach me one of his lessons.
The auction began and the first girl was led to the head of the stage. There was a flurry of bids, and eventually, she was sold and led away, and so with the other girls, one by one, until it was my turn.
I was pushed to the front of the line and pulled to the head of the stage. I looked for Master, finding him sitting at the same table, looking bored.
I waited while the host introduced me and then the bidding started. Someone shouted out from the back, 500 Euros. I hoped Master would top that but he stayed quiet. I heard another bid for 550 and then one for 600. But Master still didn't put in a bid.
I heard a quiet but authoritative voice say 1.000 Euros and I shuddered. There were no further bids and the host declared me sold to Master Alexios.
I was terrified. I kept waiting for Master to come and tell me it was all a joke but he seemed to have disappeared. Master Alexios paid for me and led me out of the room and downstairs, towards the dungeons, the private ones.
He led me to a room meant to be a replica of a medieval dungeon.
"Oh, you are quite a catch. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun together." He said, looking carefully at me. "Assume inspection position, slave, I want to see what I bought." he ordered, and I obeyed. I had no idea who this man was, or what he might do to me. The only thing playing in my mind was the host's words: 'no limits'.
"Nice, very nice." He said, as his hands ran over my body, pinching and poking me, rubbing the welts left by master's belt. When he was done, he pushed a ball gag in my mouth and fastened it around my head. "Now you will not be able to make a lot of noise. I find that most of the girls I train get noisy sooner or later." He grinned at me. "I will admit that I am more severe than most Masters. Mind you, I think it's good for a slave to be given a thorough thrashing now and then. This prevents bad behavior. If more naughty girls were given a session with me, there would be less brats around."
I shuddered and looked at the door, desperate, waiting for Master to come and save me from this man.
"Now do I need to restrain you for a beating?" he mused out loud, looking at me, measuring my reactions to his words. "Yes, most probably, you look as if you would try to escape from me." He answered his own question, dragging me to a corner of the room.
I was shaking by the time he buckled the wrist and ankle cuffs to me, next to a St. Andrew's cross. He pushed me against it and when I was in position, he fastened my ankles and wrists leaving me helpless and silenced.
Master Alexios went to the wall and took something down from it. He came over to me and showed me what he had. "This is a fiberglass cane," he said, "the most severe kind of all. I use them a lot. I find they are very good for discipline and obedience. The shaft is made from fiberglass, covered in leather and I guarantee this will be the most severe caning you have ever had."
I tried to protest, mumbling through my gag, but it prevented me from making an intelligible sound. He stood in front of me and raised the cane, bringing it down across my right thigh.
I screamed into my gag at the sting of the cane. He raised his arm again and brought it down across my left thigh. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. Tears were rolling freely down my face, due to the intense pain.
Another stroke across my right thigh and I was sobbing and squirming, pulling on my restraints. He stopped for a moment to let the pain sink in and then raised the cane again and teased me by gently stroking it up and down my belly and thighs.
He suddenly brought the cane across my belly and I screamed silently into my gag. I had never felt such pain before. And before I could catch my breath, I felt another stinging blow across my belly, followed by a few vicious strokes across both thighs.
He finally put the cane down and walked over to a rack of whips hanging on the wall. He selected a single tailed whip, similar to a bull whip but smaller. I heard the crack of the whip before I felt it land on my belly. Another crack and I felt the heavy sting on the other side of it. I screamed into my gag. The next snap of the whip lan
ded over my breasts. I had never felt anything like it. Master Alexios was an expert with that whip and by the time he had finished with me he had whipped every inch of my torso and thighs. He dropped the whip, and caressed the abused skin, trailing the welts left over my breasts, relishing on my muffled cries.
Again Master Alexios went to the rack of whips and chose a flogger made of many leather tails. He came up close to me and said: "I am going to take your gag off, since half the fun of this for me is hearing you beg me to stop. But no screaming, or I will have to put it back on again and that would displease me very much." He warned me as he reached round and undid the gag and removed it from my mouth. "Well girl, what do you say?" he asked. "Thank you, Sir." I replied.
He began to whip my breasts with the flogger. I didn't scream even though I wanted to. Instead I started to beg: "Please Sir, no more, please." My nipples were hard, swollen and very sore. He put out his hand and fondled them for a while before going back to flogging them. The pain caused by the flogger felt more like a tease compared to the cane and the whip, and his caresses interspersed with the flogging were making me wet.
He sucked my nipples and I got even wetter. He stroked my pussy and found my clit, teasing me with his fingers.
"You have such pretty breasts." Master Alexios said. "I think they would look even more beautiful with a ring through your nipples, don’t you think so?"
"No, Sir, please."
"Yes, I think I will do it now for you." He continued, ignoring my words.
I started to protest and he looked at me, with an evil grin. "Would you prefer a clit ring?" "No, Sir, please, nowhere." I answered, struggling with my restraints ignoring the pain on my wrists and ankles.
"Keep quiet or I'll get you one there too. A nice nipple ring is just what you need." He went to a table and searched inside of a bag, gathering up the things he would need to pierce my nipples. Finally, he had everything he needed set on a tray: a huge, thick needle for piercing, alcohol for sterilizing, cotton balls, a pair of tweezers, latex gloves and two gold nipple rings.
I began to plead with him not to do it. But he seemed determined to do it as he put on the gloves and he sterilized my left nipple with alcohol. He clipped the tweezers around my hard nipple, marking where he would pierce, and then he picked up the needle and pressed it against my nipple ready to push it through.
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