Melinda and the Master

by Susanna Hughes

  'Take off his blindfold,' Hera ordered, unnecessarily. Melinda knew what to do; she had been told what was expected of her. They had rehearsed the details.

  Melinda went over to her helpless husband, pulled his head forward so she could get at the buckle of the blindfold, and stripped it away. As soon as he saw her, he struggled violently against his bonds, trying, at the same time, to shout something. Whatever abuse he no doubt had in mind, nothing more than an indistinguishable murmur escaped the gag. Melinda did not look into his eyes.

  'Unzip me.' Hera stood by the bed. She undid her equipment belt and dropped it to the floor. The leather skirt of the chatelaine's uniform had a zip at the back. Melinda quickly pulled it down. The skirt fell away, revealing the rest of Hera's slender legs. She untied her long blonde hair and shook it out.

  'The leotard,' she prompted, her voice tinged with an edge of excitement.

  Melinda knelt by the black boots. She reached up to Hera's thighs as Hera opened her legs. The black leotard fastened in the crotch. It cut deeply into the lips of her sex. Melinda could see the wisps of pubic hair escaping its sides. Her fingers struggled with the studs, pressing them into the softness of Hera's labia before they sprung free.

  Immediately, Hera pulled Melinda's head down onto her sex. Melinda kissed it enthusiastically. She made an exaggerated 'Mmm...' noise as her tongue lapped out into the channel of the labia and she tasted Hera's juices already flowing liberally from her sex. She wanted to let her husband know what she was feeling. She used the tip of her tongue on Hera's clitoris, teasing it out from the thick mat of pubic hair that surrounded it. She felt Hera's body tremble.

  Hera stepped back. There were things to be done before she allowed herself the luxury of orgasm. She pulled the leotard from her body. Her breasts, freed of their constriction, trembled. They were not large, but were shapely, their nipples hard and puckered by her excitement.

  Leaving Melinda on her knees, she walked over to Mark, who had stopped struggling and was staring in amazement at what he was seeing. She took his head in both her hands and kissed him, kissing the leather holding the gag in place on his mouth just as if it were his lips, squirming her mouth against it and licking at the leather with her tongue, just as she writhed her naked body against his, making sure her navel rubbed against his cock.

  Despite himself, despite his anger and bewilderment at his wife's behaviour, his erection sprung up against the belly that provoked it so.

  As soon as she felt his hardness, Hera moved away. She went back to the bed and sat down.

  'Boots,' she ordered.

  Melinda gripped the black heels one by one, and pulled them off.

  'Do you want to give me pleasure?' Hera asked, looking down into Melinda's eyes.

  'Yes, mistress,' Melinda said with real feeling.

  Her response started Mark struggling again.

  'How much?'

  'Very much, mistress.' Though this was all a performance for her husband's sake, Melinda felt her blood coursing through her body with passion, as she looked from Mark, his eyes bulging, his muscles twitching, his erection waving out in front of him, to Hera, her sex nestling under her thick blonde pubic hair.

  Hera lay back on the bed. She hooked one leg over Melinda's shoulder and then the other, digging her heels into Melinda's back to press her down onto her open sex.

  Mark became still. He was torn between disgust and fascination. He could not look away.

  'Mmm...' Melinda murmured again, as her tongue burrowed into Hera's delicious sex. She felt a surge of raw passion and a flood of wetness between her own legs. Now it was not a performance. She knew the Master was watching her too.

  'Oh...' Hera moaned, as Melinda's tongue found her clitoris and worked on it. Her tongue felt hard and sharp and hot. It circled the tiny mountain of nerves, then flicked at the summit. Hera crossed her ankles on Melinda's back, trapping her head in a vice of thighs. Melinda's touch was perfect. Now Hera could let her passion flow.

  Melinda's tongue dipped lower. It explored the opening of Hera's cunt, then plunged inside. Out again she moved it lower still, licked at the anus and penetrated there too. She could feel Hera's body trembling, and knew she was close to her orgasm.

  Slowly, teasingly, she pulled her tongue back, letting Hera feel its roughness all the way along the length of her sex until it lighted on her clitoris again. This time she let her tongue stay there, making tiny little strokes, regular now, a rhythm established.

  'Oh, oh...' Hera breathed, her body convulsing, as the tongue licked relentlessly. Her orgasm engulfed her, a great dark blanket of sensation throwing her backward, down and down and down, until she thought it would never stop. It did. Eventually.

  Hera opened her eyes and pulled her legs away from Melinda's shoulders. She sat up and leant forward, unable to resist the temptation to kiss the wet mouth in front of her, and taste her own juices, lapping them from Melinda's mouth and chin greedily.

  'Now it's your turn,' she said, standing up and walking over to Mark. He tried to say something. Idly Hera stood beside him taking his cock in her hand and squeezing it hard in her fist. 'What's the matter? Don't you want to see her fucked by me?'

  Mark shook his head vigorously.

  'That's not very nice. She loves it so. Don't you?'

  'Yes, mistress.' Melinda had not moved from her knees.

  'Or perhaps you'd rather I got a man in here to do it. She loves that too, don't you?'

  'Anything, mistress.'

  'So obedient. Show him. Lie on the bed. Wank for me.'

  Melinda lay on the bed. Bending her knees and opening her legs, she ran her hand over the curve of her pubic bone into the crease of her sex. It already glistened with her juices. She prodded her clitoris, then pushed two fingers deep into her cunt.

  'Come on...' Hera encouraged, her fingers still wrapped around Mark's cock.

  Melinda pumped her fingers in and out, adding a third to join the other two, arching her hips off the bed. Would he see now that this was what she wanted? Would he realise how stupid he'd been? This was her choice. Her body throbbed. She felt the Master's eyes on her from the other side of the glass. She knew he was watching her, taking pleasure from her. Her anger with her husband resurfaced. She wanted the Master again. Wanted the intimacy again.

  She was coming, calling on the memory of what the Master had done to her. Her mind was full of him, his body, his cock, his hot white spunk.

  'Stop that,' Hera snapped.

  Immediately Melinda's hands left her body. The surge of feeling subsided like a deflated balloon. But she had to obey. To show her obedience. That was the point.

  They had planned one further demonstration. Hera let go of Mark's cock and patted him on the cheek.

  'A special treat,' she said, walking to the door and opening it. She beckoned with her finger and a naked man entered the room. He was tall and muscular, and his cock - since he had been watching from the other side of the glass - was already erect. He held a riding crop in his hand. His body glistened with oil.

  Melinda lay on the bed, her legs still open. The sight of the crop made her quiver with expectation. The man did not say a word as he walked to the side of the bed. He had been told what to do.

  Hera stooped, and picked up the tasselled whip from her equipment belt. The man stood on one side of the bed and she on the other.

  'Beg,' she said.

  'Please, please whip me...' It was a performance carefully rehearsed, but Melinda wanted it so badly she had no need to act.

  'Nnnn...' Mark tried to shout, writhing helplessly, tossing his body against the unyielding cuffs.

  Melinda turned on her stomach. Bending her knees up under her, she stuck her apple-shaped arse, round and tender, into the air. 'Please whip me...'

  The man did not hesitate. The crop whistled down onto her naked rump. Immediately, Hera's fell from the other side. Their strokes rained down alternately. Six from one side, six from the other. Melinda's buttocks redden
ed, long welts appearing. She had never been closer to orgasm without actually coming. Her whole body seemed to be on fire. The whipping heated her like a fever, her cunt throbbing. But it was not just the whip. It was what it meant. She was being used. They were reaching down into the deepest darkest pool of her sexual spring.

  The man threw the whip to the floor. His cock was big, bigger than Mark's. Pulling Melinda's legs apart he knelt between them in one effortless thrust stabbed it into her cunt, riding up to the hilt on the river of her juices.

  Melinda had never felt a cock so big. It filled her. Choked her. Made her body open, like a flower blossoming, so he could go deeper. She came instantly, the moment he drove into her, his hands on her hips pulling her back onto him. Her orgasm was so sharp it was almost painful, her body already overwhelmed with the feelings the whips had left on her arse.

  She heard the thwack of leather on flesh. Hera was using the whip on the man's buttocks now, urging him on with it, deeper and deeper, every stroke reaching as deep as any man had ever been in her.

  Melinda raised herself on her elbows so her back was straight. Her buttocks were on fire. As the man drove forward his navel hit the tortured flesh. She was coming again. Harder. Higher. Everything out of control. Forced by his cock into another cycle of pleasure, as Hera's whip lashed his naked arse. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, his body driven on by his own passion just as much as the whip.

  As the tip of his cock broke new ground in her cunt, Melinda came again. She thought she heard herself scream in pleasure but was so high, so choked full of unbelievable sensation, she could not trust her senses.

  Hera threw the whip aside. Lying on the bed she pushed her head between the man's and Melinda's open legs. Above her she saw his cock driving into Melinda's cunt, her labia sucking it in, stretched taut by its girth. Reaching up to hook her hands around his thighs, she levered herself up to plant her mouth on his balls, sucking them into her mouth.

  He stopped pumping as Hera's tongue massaged the oval pods, and an electric shock of sensation ran through his nerves. She felt his spunk swelling his cock.

  Melinda felt it too. Involuntary, Melinda's cunt contracted, squeezing on the bone-hard shaft embedded inside it.

  Hera let go of his balls and slid herself out from under the bodies as she saw him moving again. She had her orders, she knew what she was supposed to do, and she had done it. But her body demanded more. She wanted to be part of this. Moving around the bed she lay down again, this time with her thigh against Melinda's left arm. She pushed against it, Melinda knew instantly what she wanted, and raised her arm off the bed so Hera could slide her body over until the top of her thighs came to rest under Melinda's head. This accomplished, Hera insinuated her head under Melinda's navel and down to where the man's cock pumped remorselessly into the puffy lips of Melinda's sex.

  Hera opened her thighs wide. Melinda did not need to be told what to do. Eagerly, her mouth dropped to Hera's wet, glistening, hairy cunt. She licked and sucked and lapped at it. This was the perfect triangle: a hard, hot cock buried in her cunt, while her mouth played with all the recently discovered delights of a woman's sex. Perfect. And with the knowledge that the Master was watching; that all this, everything, was being done for her sake.

  Melinda's passion erupted in her cunt, pulsing against the hardness of the man's cock as Hera's tongue licked at his balls again, then slipped down to lock on Melinda's swollen clitoris, exposed wantonly by the overstretched labia.

  It was the beginning of a chain reaction. Hera felt Melinda's orgasm explode. As Melinda came she panted for breath, the hot air blowing on to Hera's clitoris and labia as her tongue lost its rhythm. That carried Hera over the edge, made her, in turn clutch desperately at the man's balls with her lips, as she lost control and pitched into the black abyss of infinite feeling.

  And finally, he came. Thrusting one final time, no longer able to resist the temptation he had held back from for so long, he found his place in the silky wet depths of Melinda's body, then stopped, looking down at her gorgeous long back and her head buried between Hera's long slender thighs. He felt the two convulsing bodies underneath him taking him over the precipice, until his cock jerked against the confines of her tight, clinging cunt and white hot spunk spat out into the dark wet cavern that surrounded him. He fought to keep his eyes open, to drink in the erotic spectacle before him, but finally he was forced to close them, and sink into the blackness of total pleasure.

  'Do you now think that your wife is here against her will?'

  The Master stood in front of Mark, with Melinda at his side. Mark's gag had been removed, but he was still tethered against the wall. Sweat ran down his body from his efforts to free himself. His cock was as hard as it had ever been in his entire life.

  'No,' he replied, his voice strained by all the words he had tried to force past the gag without success.

  'Melinda,' the Master said. 'Do you wish to leave?'

  'No, master. No.'

  'Good. Then our business is almost concluded. You do not, of course, expect me to overlook your intrusion into my property.' The Master looked into Mark's eyes. He did not wait for a reply. 'You will have to be punished.'

  'Punished,' Mark said.

  'Yes. You broke our agreement. Unless you would prefer to discontinue our association...'

  'No,' Mark said quickly.

  'No, I thought not. Then you will submit?'

  Melinda could not suppress a shiver at the way the Master said the last word. He made it sound holy, like some ritual phrase.

  Mark said nothing.

  'Answer my question,' the Master snapped.

  'Yes, yes.'

  'Good.'

  The other actors in the performance staged for Mark's benefit had already left the small black room. The Master took Melinda's arm and led her out too. Behind a thick velvet drape he guided her to the other side, behind the black glass where his guests, the privileged members of the X-list, sat watching in the miniature auditorium. He sat in one of the big, comfortable theatre-style seats, and indicated that Melinda should sit next to him. It was remarkable. Sitting here, the black room appeared exactly like the stage of a theatre. And as she watched, Melinda saw Marion enter the scene and stride over to Mark.

  Marion was dressed in a short black slip, with thin spaghetti straps on her finely boned shoulders, its lacy bust struggling to contain her heavy breasts. Its hem bounced as she moved, revealing the dark triangle of her pubic hair. Her legs were sheathed in sheer black hold-ups, and her feet in black high heels. The powerful, muscled figure of Cybele followed her into the room.

  Standing in front of Mark, Marion took his erect cock in her hand. She appeared to be examining it, much as if she were inspecting the penis of some stallion about to go to stud. She pulled it from side to side, then slapped it quite hard. Mark moaned. But his cock responded to this rough handling. It had never been so hard.

  Marion sat on the edge of the bed. 'Bring him here.'

  Cybele quickly freed the cuffs that tied Mark to the wall and, his limbs numb from their imprisonment, he collapsed to the floor. In his present condition he was in no position to resist anything. He felt Cybele's arms dragging him to his feet, frogmarching him over to the bed, allowing him to collapse onto his knees again in front of Marion.

  'You have to be punished,' she said, smiling. He said nothing.

  'If you do not do exactly as I tell you, if you do not obey, you will never see the Master again.'

  'I know.'

  Marion pulled the black slip over her head. Her breasts quivered. She trailed the silk across Mark's face. It was redolent of her musky, heady perfume. She dropped the garment. It fluttered down to his knees brushing his cock before sliding to the floor.

  'Kiss my feet,' she said, kicking off her shoes and crossing her legs so one foot dangled in front of his face.

  He hesitated.

  'Do it,' she snapped.

  He leant forward and pressed his lips ag
ainst the sheer nylon. He kissed around her toes, over her instep, down to the heel and up around the ankle. She recrossed her legs, presenting him with the other foot. He did not hesitate this time. He traced his lips around the nylon-covered toes, kissing with small sharp kisses.

  Marion uncrossed her legs and put her feet to the floor, her knees together. He looked at her questioningly.

  'I didn't tell you to stop, did I?'

  He ducked his head down to the floor and resumed his task. The position raised his arse into the air. Marion nodded to Cybele who had already taken the whip from her belt. She slashed it powerfully across his naked rump.

  'Ah...' Mark exclaimed, rearing upright, glaring at Marion.

  'Continue,' she said calmly. 'My feet, then my legs; all the way up my legs...'

  He bent down to obey. It was useless not to. He was committed to Walter Hammerton now. All he'd wanted to do was find out if his wife was all right. Over the weeks since the party at the country house, when Walter's explanation for needing Melinda had seemed so reasonable, its plausibility had worn off, like a drug. He had become more and more suspicious. Well, his suspicions had been confirmed in spades. But he didn't care. Not now. Not after what he'd seen. Hammerton's business was making him rich. He didn't want to lose that. He would do anything not to lose that. That was his only concern, he reminded himself, as the second stroke of Cybele's whip lashed his unprotected rump.

  He kissed and licked the black nylon, working gradually higher, up the side of the slim calf, up over the thigh and the welt of the stocking until his lips felt the smoothness of her flesh, in stark contrast to the coarseness of the nylon. He felt the hardness of his erection digging into his belly.

  'The other leg,' Marion said, as his lips lingered on her naked flesh.

  He obeyed immediately, dipping down to her ankle and beginning the long climb all over again.

  A third lash of the whip landed squarely on his buttocks. The first two had been a shock but he was expecting this. He had listened for the sound of Cybele's arm being raised, the leather of the uniform rustling and the sound of the air as the whip whistled down. It stung with pain, but to his amazement the pain turned to a strange heat almost immediately, a heat that seeped through his body, throbbing and pulsing, increasing the temperature of his sexual need, translating to excitement, making his cock harder, hotter, if that were possible.