by Paul Blades
Vincent did not comment on Anna’s grotesque and cruel bindings when he came into the room. He paused for a moment as if considering them. Anna gave out a whine of self pity at his delay in freeing her. When she felt his hands at her ankles releasing the straps, she was overcome with relief.
Once she had been freed and her offensive gag removed, Vincent gave her some instructions. “Mr. Devlin wants you to come downstairs. Wash your body off and make up your face. When that’s done, put on these stockings, this garter belt and your high heels. Be standing at the end of the bed when I come in. You have fifteen minutes.”
Fifteen minutes? That wasn’t much time at all. Anna nodded unhappily at the servant. When he had left the room, she sprang to her duties. She stepped in the shower and washed herself in haste, careful not to get her hair wet. Her arms and legs were cramped and tired, but the warm water seemed to refresh them. She dried herself quickly and stood before he mirror over the vanity and used the makeup she had been bought yesterday to adorn her lips and outline her eyes. There was a very light rouge the sales girl had picked out for her and she daubed it on her cheeks. The final touch to her face was a light blue eye shadow. She brushed her hair until it was straight and neat. Last, she took hold of the small spray bottle of expensive perfume that she had been given and she gave her neck and the hollow of her breasts a little spritz. She was about to put it away when a thought occurred to her. She took the small bottle and lowered it to her belly. She gave the bottle a pump, spraying it lightly over her loins. When she looked back in the mirror as a final check on her appearance, she was satisfied.
She wondered what Devlin had in store for her. One thing she knew was that if she was not ready when Vincent came back, she would be in big trouble. The purplish bruises she saw on her breasts as she was painting her face were a stark reminder of what could happen. She was disgusted with herself at how she had jumped at the butler’s command, but what alternative did she have? Until Devlin set her free later today, she lived under the cloud of Vincent’s cruel cane.
Anna had just slid her stockings up her finely toned legs when she heard the sound of Vincent coming up the stairs. She quickly snapped the clasps from the garter belt in place and slipped on her shoes. She had just finished buckling the second one when she heard the key in the lock. She stood up straight and put her hands behind her back.
She was out of breath and her heart was pounding when the door opened. She stood as straight as she could to present herself to her master’s lackey. Being in Devlin’s presence would be no picnic, but at least it was a chance to get out of her room and avoid being tied up for hours and hours on end. She was afraid that if she was not ready, not only would she suffer a punishment, but she would lose the opportunity to be freed from her room.
Vincent gave her the once over. He seemed happy with what he saw. He opened the door and led Anna into the hall.
Anna wondered whether the other female prisoner could hear the clatter of her high heels as she walked down the passageway. She felt a minor pang of guilt as she followed Vincent down the steps. Apparently, only one of them was permitted downstairs at a time. Since it was Anna’s turn, the other woman would have to remain in her room. Was she cruelly tied like Anna had been or was that something reserved specially for Anna? Was she a more or less permanent resident of the house or would she too be looking forward to the end of the weekend so that she could resume her other life? But why should she worry about the other woman? She had enough troubles of her own. She put the thoughts of any sisterly obligation she might have for her out of her mind.
Devlin was sitting in the sun room. The room was bright and, looking out the massive windows, Anna estimated by the position of the sun that it was about two o’clock. He was on the telephone. He was dressed casually, with a pair of well pressed dark green slacks and an aqua blue sports shirt. There was a pair of tan bucks on his feet. He was sitting in one of the easy chairs and on the phone. Anna stood before him dutifully, awaiting his command while he talked. Vincent had left as soon as he saw to it that Anna was presented to his master.
“Yes, I’m very interested,” Devlin was saying. “It should be fun. I haven’t been down to the islands in over a year….Yeah, I have my own gear….Two weeks? No, I don’t think I can get away for that long. A week at the most….Ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah, I’ll bring one for you. I’ve got a couple extra….”
Devlin was caressing Anna with his eyes while he talked. At one point he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor. Anna took this as a signal for her to kneel in front of him and she sank to the carpet.
His conversation went on for a few more minutes. When he rang off he took a sip from a tumbler of amber liquid that had been on the table next to him and then spoke to her.
“Have you ever been to Aruba?” he asked.
Anna was somewhat surprised by the casual nature of his question. “N-no, Mr. Devlin,” she answered.
“I’m going down in a few weeks with some friends. Maybe I’ll take you with me. Would you like that?”
Anna was not sure how to answer him. She would love to go to Aruba, but certainly not with him. But if he was away for a while, that would be a good thing, no? What should she say, yes or no? She hesitated.
“You don’t have to answer me now. We’ll talk about it some more. Did you have lunch?”
Lunch? What did he think she was doing all day? “No, Mr. Devlin,” she answered.
“We’ll be having dinner in a little while. Can you wait?”
“Yes, Mr. Devlin,” she answered. The truth was that she was starving. But she didn’t want any favors from the cruel man.
“Stand up and turn around slowly, Anna. I didn’t get a real good look at you this morning. I want to see your bruises.”
His reference to the disfigurements from her beating made Anna quiver. Every time she thought of her ordeal, her stomach flipped over. She rose slowly and turned in a small circle.
“Vincent really did a job on you, Anna. I told you that he was skilled. Come closer to me.”
Anna stepped over until she was next to his chair. He leaned forward and ran his hands over her belly and breasts. “You’ve got a fine body, Anna,” he said. He slid his hands over her hips and down her thighs. Anna began to get aroused at the feel of his hot hands. She knew that at any moment he could decide to make use of her. Standing near naked before him, her trimmed love lips clearly visible, her full round breasts swaying, she knew that she made a lascivious sight. Hadn’t she made herself all up for him, doused herself with perfume, painted her face? She was wearing a black garter belt and a pair of sheer, black stockings. Her red high heels pushed her breasts up and made her legs seem long and languorous. She had been prettied up for his delight. She was his slave, at least until she left, and the knowledge that she would be soon panting with lust as he plowed her with his cock made her pussy tingle. She cursed herself for it.
“But I think that you could use a little exercise, a little toning up. Do you belong to a gym?”
“No, Mr. Devlin.” Anna responded. She tried to hide her developing lust from him, but her voice quivered slightly.
“I’ll make arrangements for you to join one of the spas near the Center. I want you to work out every day. Understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Devlin,” Anna answered. She felt like an idiot. “Yes, Mr. Devlin. No, Mr. Devlin.” She was like a child in front of the schoolmaster.
“Turn around and let me feel your butt,” Devlin ordered.
Anna turned and presented her buttocks to the callous man. He rubbed his hands over them and then gave them a little pinch.
“Yeah, you have to be careful at your age, Anna. You don’t want to get big butt-itis, do you?”
“No, Mr. Devlin.”
His hands left her ass and Anna turned around again to face him.
“So, did you enjoy your day as my guest, Anna?”
Anna definitely knew the answer to this question. And she knew better than to lie. “No, M
r. Devlin.” The memory of being hogtied for what seemed hours was still with her.
“Don’t you like being all tied up, Anna?”
“No, Mr. Devlin.”
“I took a look at the video. Carlos knows how to treat a whore, doesn’t he?”
Anna felt a wave of shame pass through her. She had been afraid that he would see the film of her session with the limo driver. And being reminded that she was now no more than a whore as far as Devlin was concerned filled her with unhappiness. “Yes, Mr. Devlin,” she eked out.
“I have to say that he gave you quite a fucking. Being a whore does have some advantages, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, Mr. Devlin.”
“And I was very impressed at your cocksucking lesson. Are you ready to take me in your throat now?”
“Yes, Mr. Devlin,” Anna answered. At his mention of it, Anna recalled the feel of Carlos’ cock filling her throat. She felt queasy as she thought of it.
“Well, let’s see how you do,” he said.
Anna moved herself between Devlin’s muscular thighs and sank to the floor. The plush carpet gave way under her stockinged knees. Her hands were still crossed behind her as she had been taught and she looked up at her master for permission to take out his fleshy weapon.
Devlin nodded and Anna leaned forward. She slowly lowered his zipper and fished inside his pants for his cock. She took hold of the still soft tube of flesh and, when it was clear of the opening, bent over and took it in her mouth.
The long, rubbery snake soon began to take form. Anna suckled it gently with her lips until it was hard and fat. She fought off her revulsion at the prospect of pushing it past the back of her mouth. When it had grown to full protuberance, she pressed her head down and felt the bulbous head slide into her throat.
“Ahhhhhh, that’s good, Anna. That’s the way to do it. Keep at it. I want you to play with your pussy while you suck me. From now on, whenever my cock is in your mouth, I want you to caress yourself. Unless you’re all tied up of course.” He gave a little chuckle.
Anna knew better than to answer the man. She spread her thighs, slid her right hand from behind her back and put it between them. She had already started to get hot as a result of servicing Devlin’s cock. There was something about being subservient to him, a shameless slut servicing her lord, that raised her passions. The smell of his loins and the taste of his cock set something off in her. She guided her fingers to her already slightly parted love lips and began to stroke them. Within a few moments, her puss had dilated and her moisture had begun to flow. She moaned when her fingers delicately rubbed against her clit.
“That’s the good girl, Anna. Get your pussy nice and wet,” Devlin said in response to her sigh of passion. “But don’t come unless I tell you to.”
Ashamed at her easy lust, Anna continued her attentions to Devlin’s cock. She rode up and down it with her pursed lips, terminating each downward stroke with the helmet lodged in her throat. At each upbeat, she washed it with her tongue. Her breasts had grown hard and she felt her face flushed with desire. Her left hand had remained behind her back and she balled it up into a little fist to try and control her lust.
She could hear Devlin sigh and moan his enjoyment of her oral attentions. He stroked her head with one hand while she serviced him. Her pussy was quivering with need and she had to resist the urge to drive her passions past the boiling point. She imagined the stiff, thick cock that was in her mouth plowing her hungry cleft and a wave of desire passed through her. Her thighs were shaking and her breath was growing heavy. It made it difficult to time her gasps of air.
“Come on, suck it like you mean it, Anna,” Devlin spat out.
Anna bristled at the insult to her skills and began to obediently quicken her pace. The cock passed in and out of her throat rapidly and she was beginning to feel sick. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Finally, the thick wand began to throb. Devlin gave out a mighty groan. She took a deep breath and plunged her head down on his cock. The meaty wand passed deeply into her. It jerked and spasmed and jetted Devlin’s come into her belly. It seemed to take forever. Her hand at her loins had unconsciously stilled at the initiation of Devlin’s crisis and she resumed her stroking of her puss as she realized her default, fearful that Devlin might punish her for defalcation.
When the cock came to rest, Anna let it sit there for as long as she could. Her chest was screaming for air. She whined as her body protested and she fought off the urge to pull free. She relented her throat’s grip on the expended tool only when Devlin pushed her head back gently.
“Not bad, Anna,” he said. Anna looked up, her chest heaving with new air. Her eyes were soft and watery from the ardor of her completed task. His face was flush and relaxed. His head was leaning back and his eyes were closed. After a moment, her opened them and looked down at her. She had continued to rub her pussy since he had not ordered her to stop. It was flush and hot.
“Lie back and finish yourself off, Anna,” Devlin ordered her. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”
Anna blanched at his command. He had asked her about her self administrations of pleasure Friday night and whether she would do it in front of him. She had answered, ‘yes’. She hadn’t thought about it since then. She was shamed and embarrassed at performing this private, special function in front of him.
Seeing her reluctance, Devlin took hold of her right nipple and squeezed it harshly. “Do it, Anna,” he spat at her. “Or would you like to be whipped?”
Anna moaned from the pain. “No, Mr. Devlin,” she answered plaintively.
“Then get down on the floor and do it!” he responded angrily.
Anna leaned back and lay down before the callous millionaire. She spread her thighs and raised her knees. She closed her eyes in an attempt to stop her tears. How low could the man make her go, she thought dismally. “Will he leave me nothing?”
Her passion had gone off the boil at Devlin’s crude demand, and it took her a while to push out the feelings of shame and humiliation that she felt. She tried to think about better times, lovers that she had, fantasies of romantic interludes. But it was when her mind turned back to where she was and what she had become that her juices started to flow once more.
Anna rubbed her bud of pleasure with her thumb as her fingers darted in and out of her soft, luscious purse. She was a slut. She had always been a slut, even when she was a young girl. Men used her and they had the right to do it. It was right that she should be punished, tied up and gagged. Her flesh needed to be debased, used, despoiled. She was conscious of the eyes of her master, her owner, burning into her. She had a vision of her delicate, black shrouded, stockinged thighs, her swaying breasts, her trimmed, flush pussy, as his eyes must be seeing them. Chance had brought her to him. Who would have thought that he would bring out all these feelings, reawaken her lustful, sinful soul? She felt her desire heightening. Her breath was growing short. She pressed her heels deeply into the soft, plush carpet and moaned.
“Play with your tits, Anna,” she heard her master order. Her other hand was behind her back and she dutifully removed it and took hold of her blood filled mounds. She caressed and massaged them, pulled at her stiffened teats, pinched them. Her legs were splayed as wide as she could get them as she rubbed and stroked her fiery pussy. And then it was upon her. Her pussy’s walls clenched and spasmed. Her body tightened and her thighs shook. “Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!” she called out. Wave after wave of electrical pulses of pleasure passed through her. Her hand was rubbing her clit furiously. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she yelled.
When her pussy’s convulsions slowed, Anna let her hand follow it. Her clit was sensitive to the touch and her body gave a little jerk as her fingers passed over it. She stroked her engorged labial lips and then ran her hand over the inner portions of her thighs, reveling in the softness of the silk coverings. Her other hand caressed her soft mounds gently.
“Very good, Anna.” Devlin said. “I enjoyed that very much. You’re
a passionate slut. You looked like you were going to pass out.”
Anna heard the deep, approving voice of her master amidst her foggy reveries. Should she thank him for the complement or be shamed at her lasciviousness? She did feel satisfaction that she had pleased him. Somehow, his approval meant a lot to her. He was her master, the one who determined and prescribed all that happened to her. If he was pleased, he might treat her better. If he was not, she knew all too well what would happen.
“Come here and give me a kiss, Anna,” Devlin ordered.
Anna roused herself from her stupefied state and rose to her knees. The man had his arms spread and was inviting her onto his lap. She rose and climbed up into it. He put his strong arms around her and she presented him with her flush lips. When his matched hers, she parted them and let him slip his hot tongue inside.
Devlin gave her a long, passionate kiss. His arms felt good around her. It was like she had a new home, something she had been unconsciously looking for for many years. She wrapped her arms around his sturdy neck and pulled him towards her. She felt proud that she had endured all the man’s abuse, all of his cruelties. His hand ran along her hip and over her smooth, dark thigh. She reveled in the feel of it. When he took hold of her breast, she felt like she could come all over again. She wanted his cock inside her. But only he could advance that cause. She had no right to make any demand of him other than to be her lord.
