Jeremy could see that Thomas was feeling worse with every announcement of failure to what he had thought were foolproof plans. Instead, half the town had been covering up for him. “Thomas,” Jeremy said. “Those were all learning exercises. By the time you carried off the abductions, you were perfect. Even that business with Maggie… which was my idea… it ended up all right. We finally got to meet others like us. I don’t know about you, but I always felt a little bit like it was another ‘twin’ thing, until we met Sam.”
“If you want, I can see if anyone is looking into the disappearance of those other two. I know Maggie and Barbra are covered.”
“I wish I had the confidence to say it isn’t necessary. We’ve had Anna for almost two years, but it might not hurt to check.” Thomas gave him the information on the two girls, and even retrieved their identifications from the wallets he had saved. Dennis said he would fill them in at the meeting on what he had found out. He chuckled while the clock gasped and groaned, and rose, saying it was time to head home for dinner.
Their lawyers did not stop by. Instead, Sarah opened the door to a beautiful vase of black roses that had been left on the porch. The vase was shaped and decorated like a corset… much like the one being designed for Anna, and the card read, “Welcome to the club and we look forward to seeing you at the meeting. D & P
CHAPTER XIV
The meeting was planned for the following Saturday night, and Sam said that he would be catering a light dinner. Two of his slaves had been chefs and he liked to keep them in practice. When Thomas asked him how many slaves he had, he said nine. Thomas was shocked into silence. Handling four slaves… neither he nor Jeremy truly considered Sarah in with the rest… was time consuming.
Sam arrived in the late afternoon, and Thomas and Jeremy watched as they whirled through the kitchen and dining room, setting things up. Sam joined them in the living room for a drink, and although the clock was uncovered, there was a curious drape near the corner. He raised an eyebrow. “Any hint?” He nodded towards the curiosity.
“Suffice it to say, for now, that John will be most pleased with Barbra’s training. We don’t want to spoil the surprise,” Jeremy smiled. They continued to fill Sam in on the weeks preceding the meeting, until the doorbell rang and other Masters arrived. Thomas rose to answer it for the lawyers, and said, “Jeremy, would you see what is keeping Sarah and Anna.”
Jeremy walked into the bedroom to see Sarah with her head in her hands, shaking her head. Anna was in front of the mirror… crying. “What the devil is going on? Thomas and I feel like puppets, jumping up and down for the door and drinks.”
Sarah looked up and nodded towards Anna. “Anna, what is wrong with you?” Jeremy asked.
Anna was still looking in the mirror, at the black leather corset that held up her titties with the little whips swinging on her hitching nipples while she cried, and tied with a black satin ribbon at her tiny waist. “It’s so beautiful, Master Jeremy,” she wailed. “It is so much more… so much… oh, it is better than Mistress Sarah’s best satin robe.”
“I did what you and Master Thomas suggested, and told her that for tonight she could be Mistress Anna… and since then she’s just stared into the mirror and bawled.”
“You’re happy?” Jeremy asked.
Anna finally turned and threw herself at his feet. “Oh yes, Master Jeremy. I know you designed it and Master Thomas went to Alden to get it. It’s beautiful. The sluts are going to be green with envy.”
“The sluts are doing their job and entertaining our guests… unlike our named slave.” Jeremy held back his smile and tried to look stern. It must have worked, because the wide eyes looked horrified. “Get that face washed and no trace of those tears. I want you down serving drinks in two minutes.”
“Yes Master Jeremy. Thank you, Master.” Anna did something she had never done before. She leaned over and kissed the top of his shoe.
Jeremy whispered to Thomas what was happening in the bedroom. “How does she look?”
“Besides the red eyes, she’s cute as a button. A true Mistress in miniature. God, I hope she stops crying.”
Sarah came down the stairs first, and was nervous when she was treated practically like royalty. Everyone kept telling her what a wonderful job she had done, caring for the twins all these years. She finally had to excuse herself to make sure things were going well with dinner, and came back to the living room just as Anna was walking down the stairs. My, how her green eyes flashed while her braid swung behind her.
The paradox of the slave collar and cuffs with the Mistress corset and crop swinging from one wrist by the loop was as arousing as it was intriguing… and Sam actually clapped. He whispered, “She’s lovely, boys. Please tell me this costume has something to do with Barbra.”
“Don’t give away our surprise, Sam,” Thomas winked.
Anna served drinks, proudly thrusting her breasts out so her little whips would swing. A few of the visiting Masters brought slaves, and Anna was sure they were jealous when they looked up from the lowered heads. They probably don’t even have names.
Anna made sure her name on her ceramic bowls was turned so that the others could see it. In her world as a slave, Hannah had thrived… changing her name but not the competitive nature to be the best, the desire that had brought her down from the mountains.
She was nervous when Master Thomas stood up, and she wrapped an arm around Master Jeremy from her position on the floor. Thomas noticed Sam guiding a late arriving, distinguished looking man into the room. He wore a black cashmere sweater, with black linen trousers. A black lacquered walking stick with a silver tip and handle completed the ensemble, and matched the silver shooting through the temples of his jet black hair… and Thomas wanted to look just like him. The man reeked of Masterful power.
“John gave us a test this month,” Thomas began. The old newspaper editor’s jaw dropped and Dennis slapped his knee.
“I told you he’d figure it out. You can’t fool the twins, Johnny.”
Thomas smiled. “Regardless, Jeremy and I took the task to heart… with a twist. The few of you who have met Anna have certainly noticed a different look this evening. With our guidance, of course, we set her to train the slave to the requested level. Besides learning some rather interesting new attributes our little Anna has, we strengthened her abilities and devotion.” Anna’s mouth was open and she was nodding her head, once more rubbing her bottom, which none of the Masters missed.
“So, let’s all sit back and watch ‘Mistress Anna’, put this new slave through her paces.” Thomas sat next to Jeremy after sweeping the drape off of Barbra.
It took a moment for Barbra’s eyes to focus. They had her collar secured to a bench with her arms spread wide. It supported her back all the way to her bottom where the padded wood ended and her bent legs were spread and hooked to the sides. This left her lying facing the ceiling, with her breasts pointed up, and her knees spread so her entire pussy was open for viewing.
She wanted to scream to Joseph. She had heard his voice, but the little bitch… Mistress Anna… was standing over her with the crop. Unbeknownst to the Masters, Anna had threatened Barbra earlier, and told her that she would only strike her three times if she counted them out and then licked her pussy like a good slut. If not, she would whip her nipples and clit off her. Barbra had no doubt the sadistic little bitch would try.
She looked up fearfully, trying to plead with her eyes. The green eyes only widened with arousal and the crop came down, slicing across her nipple. Anna waited patiently for her shrieking to stop. “One, Mistress Anna.”
The Masters clapped lightly, sitting forward in their seats, and Thomas and Jeremy were fascinated with Anna’s performance. The second nipple was counted, and by the time Anna stood by Barbra’s pussy, slightly to the side so the visitors could enjoy the strike, several of the Masters had slaves attending them. The crop came down and the slave hissed, and then screamed and screamed until she could finally gasp out the c
ount and say, “Please, Mistress Anna, let this slut lick your pussy.”
Anna straddled her face, making sure everyone watching could see the woman stretching her tongue to reach her. Finally, she became too excited herself and crushed her thighs together with her frantic rubbing, squeezing the bruised nipples of the slut until she came. Several Masters fingered the perfect strikes on the nipples, and closely examined the bruising clit.
“Excellent… excellent Thomas. Jeremy, I have not seen such an arousing performance in years,” one of their lawyers proclaimed.
Thomas dragged Barbra up and hooked her wrists together behind her. He latched a leash to the front of her collar and pushed her to a kneel in front of John, tossing him the other end of the lead.
“Thomas, I wasn’t serious. She’s yours,” the man argued.
“Oh no you don’t, John. You said you wanted her; she’s yours. No backing out,” Thomas laughed.
The meeting slowly dispersed, until the only people left were their former lawyers, Dennis, John, Joseph and Sam… and the distinguished stranger. The man sat in the chair opposite the group, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was studying Thomas and Jeremy. Sarah sat beside them with a tired ‘Mistress Anna’ kneeling by her feet, arms wrapped around her leg, and her head resting against her thigh. Sarah was stroking her head, and if not for the corset it was hard to believe the sweet thing had been the one sadistically cropping a woman less than an hour ago.
Sam cleared his throat. “There are a few things you boys don’t know… which was one reason for my insistence that we have the meeting here. We all have ‘regular’ lives… family, businesses and such, and for the most part can only enjoy our activities on an infrequent basis. You… gentlemen… have almost unlimited funds and an unlimited appetite to experience and enhance your knowledge.”
“Unfortunately, this makes exposure to the rest of us a real possibility. Thomas, I’m not trying to demean your methods, because you actually did an outstanding job, and learned from every experience… but, you would have been caught if Dennis and John had not covered for you. You were lucky that the slaves you abducted were not investigated more thoroughly… and the nightmare that could have resulted when you approached Joseph.”
Thomas was squirming, and getting slightly angry. Fuck them… he did fine without their little group. Jeremy had been watching the stranger, and he gripped Thomas’ arm to calm him down. Something much more was going on here.
“Sam, I can assure you that should complications arise from my activities, your group will not be implicated,” Thomas seethed.
“Calm down, already, Thomas. Hear the man out,” John said.
“What would you say to a place where you could follow your desires? You could buy or abduct the stable you needed, and everyone around you was the same… except they had years of experience and varied paths you could choose from… to study… to employ,” Sam said.
“A paradise for Masters, Sam?” Thomas replied skeptically, but even he glanced at the silent stranger now.
“Thomas and Jeremy, I’d like to introduce you to Master Constantine, from Six Masters Island,” Sam said. The man merely dipped his head and lifted his snifter for a sip of brandy.
CHAPTER XV
It was much easier to move to a secluded spot where he could practice his trade unimpeded. No longer appeased by training one slut, he commanded a stable of slaves for his bidding. There were others such as he, that enjoyed their power. Dominant Submission
“Of course, we’re selective. With only the six estates on the island, it is important we are compatible,” Constantine began. “That’s not to say that we don’t have our own methods and desires,” he added. “This is the first time we have issued an offer for a new owner. Chayton was one of the original Masters, but he has decided to buy the island next to us and turn his hand at the slave trade. Here are some pictures of the estate.”
The pictures flowed from Jeremy, to Thomas, to Sarah, as they tried to absorb what was being offered. Jeremy was the first to speak up, suggesting that they were considering the notion. “It looks like it would suit us. Most of the living space seems to be on one level.” Jeremy glanced at Sarah. She continued to exhaust easily.
“Only the introduction rooms, cells and dungeon are downstairs. The main floor has five quarters bedrooms, with an additional quarters connecting to the Master Bedroom. All have bathrooms, and they are quite spacious. With Anna being such an integral part of your household, it could work out well to have the adjoining room. Chayton used it for his twins, Ayden and Alyssa, though they usually slept with him,” Constantine informed them.
He continued, “The temperature on the island is quite mild and agreeable, and this estate has a large pool and very large stables.” He glanced at Thomas. “The stables might be of particular interest to you, Thomas. They have a unique function on our island.”
Anna saw the same sadistic gleam in this man’s eyes, as Master Thomas got when he whipped her. She tried to control her shiver, and blushed and looked quickly at the carpet when she felt her pussy dampen.
“Preston’s sister runs the Plantation, and we all contribute and reap the benefits of the fruits and vegetables… most of the meat and other supplies are flown in, and Chayton’s estate has one of the air strips. There is a good medical facility, and we hold events a few times a year to rotate our supply of slaves.” Constantine sat forward and added, “Actually, the Preview Party turns into more of a bragging rights event, though I could hardly say what Julienne does is bragging.”
“Julienne is our youngest Master, and leans towards fetishism… leans hard,” he chuckled. “Then, there is Sean, Preston and his twin sister, Camille. She is the only Mistress, but she keeps us supplied with male slaves. That would give us two sets of twins on the island… well, I guess Chayton did have his assigned twins. Anyway, to begin with, as you have only that one slave,” Anna looked up at him with wide eyes, “pretty little thing,” the man noted, and Anna smiled. “We’ll each donate the use of well trained help and assist you in acquiring the other trainers you may need.”
“This sounds like a large operation,” Thomas replied.
“Oh, yes. There are approximately seventy slaves on the island at any given time. Some are freed, older servants who have trades in the hub, Camille keeps twenty in the fields, and then she has her favorite house slaves, as we all do. There are the stables, and then a few in the Quarters who didn’t work out and are waiting to be sent off-island,” Constantine informed him. He was getting an even more favorable impression of the men. He had told Sam a few weeks ago, more to offer him a chance at Chayton’s estate. Sam said he was too old and set in business, but suggested the Kinsey brothers.
“Thomas, I take it you will be handling most of your acquisitions, while Jeremy runs the estate in your absence.” Thomas nodded at Constantine. His head was reeling at the enormity of this decision. “We do this in the summer, and we each enjoy applying our own strategy. You will come with each of us to see how we handle it, and then you can devise your own method. Naturally, this is a requirement to ensure our secrecy, and that is why we all lend you help for the first year.”
Constantine had been glancing at the slave, and he could see the aroused shine in her eyes. He noted her hugging her Mistress and that she was not as well trained as the slaves on the island, but the new Masters had done a good job with no one to guide them because her loyalty was obvious. Thomas noticed his interest and said, “Anna, see if Master Constantine would be interested in your services.”
“Yes, Master Thomas.” Anna’s legs shook while she walked to the handsome man, and she glanced quickly at Master Jeremy before she knelt in front of him. She stared into the intimidating Master’s eyes, too scared to speak, though she was not sure what to say anyway. Thank goodness she was a slave and did not need to concern herself with it. He merely placed her hand on his bulge, and she quietly worked his cock out of his black pants and into her mouth. Constantine felt her
quivering, and he was certain that he was the only Master she had attended, other than her own.
Sarah let out a held breath when Anna did not balk at the request. The slave continued to surprise her with her acceptance, and she refocused on the discussion between the Masters.
“What interested you in the lifestyle?” Constantine asked. He wanted to judge their commitment because the situation with Sarah was odd. A slave who was also a Mistress was unusual, and the age difference was intriguing.
Jeremy reached to the table beside him and he handed Constantine the two aged novels, ‘Crucial Needs’ and ‘Dominant Submission’. “As I am restricted to the house and this is rather a conservative little town, my brother and I followed Sam’s texts with Sarah and then Anna.”
Constantine took the novels, and asked Sam, “Did you ever finish the third book?”
“Alas, my critics did not recognize my brilliance, and it never got published,” Sam smiled in mock sadness.
Constantine stroked the girl’s head as she bobbed. “And that’s all you used… Sam’s books to train her?”
“Yes… it was really all we had. Things on the internet looked too staged,” Jeremy replied.
Constantine held the girl’s head and thrust up, and she lapped and swallowed as he dwindled. “There is one other Master being considered, but he is older and there are already questions about his agenda. He seems to want to re-structure the island with political motives… with himself as governor. With so many dominants, that sort of thing can be a problem. Frankly, we all share in running the island because no one wants the full-time occupation of organizing things, so we all sacrifice time to do it. There’s no way we will agree to have a ruler, though, even to free us up from the meetings,” Constantine laughed.
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