by Vera Roberts
“This week,” Nick stated and Krista gulped the breath she was holding, “and from there, we’ll start your tasks until your trip to California.”
“Tasks?” Krista questioned. She previously thought she bit off more than she could chew but oh, how naïve she truly was.
“Yes, in additional to rituals and protocols.” Nick took a sip of coffee. He studied Krista’s mannerisms and saw how her face slowly morphed from excitement to uncertainty within a matter of seconds. “If it’s too much, we can end this here and now. I’ll let Master Scott know as well.”
“You two have a habit of giving me a way out before I have a chance to decide, Sir,” Krista couldn’t hide the annoyance in her voice, “You both want me to have faith in You but neither of You have faith in me.”
“Sugar, do you honestly believe this is Our first time at the rodeo you’re inviting Us to? Baby girl, we’ve had many other submissives request the same thing you want. We don’t waste time on anyone. You get multiple orgasms from Us; what do We get in return?” Nick questioned and Krista immediately felt small. “You want the glory but you don’t want to put in the work to get there. Again, I’ll only say this one last time because I certainly do not like to hear Myself speak – you want your fantasy, you will do exactly what We say and when We say it. If not, you can easily find two other men to fulfill what you want.”
“Are you saying you don’t think I’m capable of handling direction from You both, Sir?” Krista asked.
“I’m saying do not waste My time,” Nick’s eyes hardened.
Krista pulled out a pen and quickly signed the contract. She slid it over to Nick. “There. I signed Your contract. Bring it on, Sir.”
Nick took the contract, gently folded it, and put in his blazer. “Good. Now that’s out of the way. In a couple of hours, you will receive a visit by two women. You will do everything they say. After they are done and you no longer have any work or family commitments, you are to go home and insert the following objects inside your pussy – a pencil, an electric toothbrush, a golf ball, your finger, and finally a vibrator, because I know you definitely have one of those. After you have inserted each of those objects, you are to write a detailed assessment of each object inside you. You will send the assessment to Me no later than midnight tonight. If I do not have the task by midnight, you will have a nice repercussion waiting for you early in the morning. Are we clear?”
Krista swallowed again. What in the hell did she get herself into? “Crystal, Sir.”
“Good,” Nick got up and took another sip of coffee. He walked over to Krista and bent down so His lips tickled her earlobe. “Here’s a good first lesson for you – never challenge your Master.”
Nine
They were perfect.
Stacey and Whitney, Saint Nick’s submissives, were perfect. Their hair was perfect. Their clothing was perfect. Their makeup was perfect.
They were perfect for Saint Nick.
They moved graciously and almost stealth-like. They wore clothing that seemed out of Neiman Marcus and Bergdorf Goodman than Target and the Saturday flea market. Krista eyeballed Whitney’s shoes and she estimated they were at least a four-inch heel. Four inches! Krista could barely walk in three and there was Whitney, gliding along in four inches. She estimated Stacey wore the same heel length.
Both women were incredibly skinny, fit, and Krista felt her insecurities come out in full force. She had small rolls in her back and had a bit of tummy that jiggled, as a result of an insane sweet tooth. She wondered how fast she could lose weight before her trip to Los Angeles.
The women showed up at MillionHair salon and made a beeline to Krista, who was in-between clients. She followed them to the back where they promptly undressed her and examined her body. Stacey took notes while Whitney mouthed off code names like “4Y” and “lots of W.”
As soon as they came, they left. Not even a goodbye.
After work, Krista went home and began her task for the evening. She stared at the objects in front of her as she swallowed her second glass of wine. Was she really supposed to stick a pencil inside her honeypot? What if the eraser broke off inside her? What if she scraped her walls with the rounded edge of the pencil?
Why in the fuck did she mouth off to Saint Nick?
She purchased an electric toothbrush and golf balls at the store. She felt silly buying the items knowing they weren’t going to be used for their intended purposes. A small part of her was excited about the prospect of it all. She wondered how a pencil would feel inside her.
“Okay, I can do this…I can do this…I can do this.” She stripped off her clothing and gathered the items. She was going to start with her finger, the electric toothbrush, pencil, vibrator, and finally, the golf ball, since it was the one object that wasn’t straight.
She caressed her breasts, softly playing with the nipples and traveled her fingers down to her heat. She was a little aroused but not very much. She licked a couple of fingers and inserted one. She thought about Master Scott and how well He took care of her that night. His strong hands caressed every curve of her body and she particularly liked it when He held her down by her shoulders as He pounded her from behind.
Oh, Master…
Krista became more aroused and her heat became slick with desire. She was about to get off when she remembered she had four other implements to use.
She turned on the toothbrush and did the soft buzzing in her hands excite a little. She immediately inserted the electrical portion inside her and a low moan escaped her lips. She wasn’t expecting it to create such a wonderful sensation already and she was surprised at how good it felt. She thought about how she wanted Sir to use a vibrator on her, rolling it around her pearl and making her beg to come again and again.
Fuck…
Her eyes flew open as she realized she had to stop – yet again. She definitely knew one thing she didn’t care about the assignment was stopping a climax so she can use another implement.
She picked up the pencil and examined it. Her lips upturned to a tight knot and she seriously wondered what kind of sick fuck was Saint Nick to suggest a using a pencil on and inside her sex?
He’s the best of the best. You can’t get any better than Saint Nick and Master Scott.
Krista remembered what her submissive sisters told her at the Boundary. Their reputations were internationally known and were highly sought-after. She needed to consider herself lucky that Saint Nick was spending any time on her when He had His pick of submissives to train.
I need to count my blessings.
Krista reluctantly inserted the pencil. She carefully moved it around and not to her surprise; there was nothing erotic about it. It felt weird and just plain awkward being in her sex. As soon as she stuck inside, she quickly removed it. That was more than enough.
She sat up in bed and huffed. The golf ball was next. A fucking golf ball. Was Saint Nick serious? How was she supposed to get off on a golf ball inside her pussy? A thought then hit Krista – maybe the point wasn’t that she needed to get off. She wondered what Master intended for her but she decided she’ll ask questions when she saw Him again.
She had one heck of a task waiting for her.
She carefully inserted the golf ball inside her and waited to feel something. No arousal. No pleasure. It definitely wasn’t comfortable and Krista was glad she didn’t stick it too far up out of fear it would be stuck where it was. Just with the pencil, she took the golf ball out just as soon as she put it in.
The final implement was the vibrator and by the time she came to it, Krista found herself bored already. Her finger and surprisingly, the electric toothbrush excited her. The golf ball and pencil did nothing except kill her arousal. Nevertheless, she turned on the vibrator and placed it on her sex. It took her a brief moment to get back into the mood but she found that’s all she needed. Her body soon rolled to the motion of the vibrator and she involuntarily thrust up to feel more of the buzzing sensation on her hungry clit.
This time she didn’t hold back. She thought about how Sir took her from behind as He lifted both of her legs up. His thrusts were relentless and powerful as His cock completely filled her to the hilt. It didn’t take long for Krista to climax and she quickly removed the vibrator away from her sensitive nub.
She was about to fall asleep when she realized what time it was. It was ten minutes to midnight and she needed to send that assessment to Saint Nick. She didn’t know what kind of punishment He would have for her in the morning but she did know she was in no hurry to find out. She typed up her assessment and sent it over to Him.
She finally laid down and hit the pillow so hard she didn’t even remember falling asleep.
****
Sir,
Here is the assessment of the assignment You gave this girl earlier.
I realized I found the most pleasure from the electric toothbrush, followed by the vibrator and my finger. The toothbrush had a nice buzzing sensation that felt a little weird at first, but soon became pleasurable. I never really masturbated with my finger before so it was a new sensation to me. Still, I enjoyed the feeling it gave and the slow build to a climax.
The pencil was too thin and I didn’t feel quite comfortable with it being inside me. I also felt the same way about the golf ball. To be quite honest, I thought it was going to become lodged and I quickly removed it.
Nevertheless, I completed the assignment as You have instructed. I also want to take the time to apologize for my earlier behavior. I never meant to disrespect You or what You do. I know You take the Lifestyle very seriously and I honor and respect that. I hope You can forgive this girl for her transgressions.
In Your honor,
Sugar.
Nick read Krista’s assessment while He was in bed with Whitney and Stacey. Sugar seemed sincere in her apology and Nick was pleasantly surprised that not only did she do the assignment given, but she also followed through.
It didn’t change His overall feeling towards Sugar, however. He knew she wasn’t going to last very long in the Lifestyle and He treaded very carefully with her. He had two very obedient submissives who were willing to do what was told without giving Him an attitude or present any other problem.
He blamed current mainstream romance novels for making BDSM and the Lifestyle as some romantic and wonderful fantasy without detailing the submission and hard work that comes along with it. Oh, being a submissive sounds great when a woman is reading about being tied up and fucked with a variety of implements. It didn’t sound so hot when the woman was assigned to a real-life boot blacking session. “What do you think?” He asked them both.
“Honestly, Master?” Whitney asked and Nick nodded. “I don’t think she’s a good fit for the Lifestyle. I don’t think she takes it seriously and it’s all one big game to her.”
“She just wants You and Master Scott. I don’t think she wants to do any tasks or assignments before that.” Stacey added. “I doubt we’ll hear from her again after she completes her fantasy, Sir.”
“Oh, I’ll be seeing her again for other reasons,” Nick closed the laptop. He wondered exactly what the reaction would be when the revelation on how well he knew Krista would be revealed. It wasn’t a question of if but rather, when. Someone was going to slip and Nick had a feeling it was going to be Krista that did the revealing. “But you’re right. You won’t be seeing her at the Dungeon or the Boundary anytime soon or ever for that matter.”
“So what are you going to do now, Master?” Whitney asked. “Are you going to tell Master Scott to not waste His time on her?”
“No, this is Master Scott’s project and I’m just the assistant.” Nick handed the laptop to Stacey who set it on a nearby end table. “He’s not taking her that seriously for His own personal reasons as well. She’s merely practice until He finds His own submissive.”
“I thought someone was already picked out for Him, Master.” Stacey questioned. “Or did this girl misunderstand?”
“You understood very well, fiorellina.” Nick wondered why Scott was hesitating on the maid. If she was attractive and there was only an issue of age, which Nick thought was silly since His own submissives were several years younger than Him, He couldn’t understand why Scott was waiting for the right time. Nick would soon find out when He went to California on His own. “Master Scott is particular on what He wants and how He wants it. He’ll know soon enough.”
“That’s good to hear,” Whitney commented. Nick wrapped His arms around His girls and they curled up to Him. “Is there anything else You want us to do tonight before we leave, Master?”
Nick had a long day ahead of him at the university. Between grading papers, lectures, and office hours, he would barely have time for lunch.
Still, he wasn’t that tired. It was an unspoken benefit He’d acquired with two submissives –threesomes. “Actually, yes.” He motioned to the bedside drawer and Whitney grabbed a condom. She rolled it on His hardened shaft and climbed on top of Him.
They sensually kissed, their tongues intertwined and Nick adjusted His position so Whitney sank onto His cock. She shuddered and gasped in response as she moved. Her pussy clenched around His cock, still adjusting to how long and thick Master was. She began to roll her body back and forth while Stacey kissed Him and watched until it was her turn to please Him.
He could always grab coffee in the morning.
Ten
It used to be whenever the alarm sounded, Krista hastily turned it off and almost threw the alarm at the other wall to shut it up. Now, she slowly opened her eyes and welcomed the sunshine.
Krista never considered herself to be a sexual deviant. Other than owning a couple of porn titles and a trusted vibrator, she was quite conservative in bed. It wasn’t that she didn’t have many partners. In actuality, she had more partners than she was comfortable admitting. She just didn’t want to do anything other than the standard and basic.
She blamed her clients.
One of them couldn’t stop talking about a BDSM book she had read and loaned it to Krista. The book seemingly opened the floodgates. It was then she discovered that although she wasn’t hardcore into BDSM, she was beyond vanilla.
And she liked it. A lot.
She did blame the books for making submission sound more fantasy and romanticized than it really was. She couldn’t recall any book talking about tasks, assignments, and protocols. Many of the books only talked about the basic BDSM sex and that was it.
Thank God for Saint Nick and Master Scott.
Master Scott schooled her while Saint Nick instilled discipline within her. They both were authoritative but not domineering or aggressive with Their approach. It seemed They both were more interested in training Krista to be a better submissive, than to fulfill any wicked and twisted fantasy They’d both shared.
You get multiple orgasms; why do We get in return?
Saint Nick’s words haunted her. She knew what He meant; They were taking the time out of Their very busy lives to help her when the time could be better spent on other things or people. It wasn’t a fact lost on her. She made a silent vow that she would do whatever They wanted, no questions asked.
She briefly checked her e-mail and noticed she received a reply from Him. She quickly opened it and was disappointed the reply was so brief:
Received.
- St. Nick.
Received? That’s it? No follow-up? No admonishment? No praise? Just an acknowledgment that He received it. Krista rubbed her eyes and yawned. Both Tony and Master Scott warned her that Saint Nick was a hard-ass but it almost seemed like her very presence annoyed Him. Maybe she shouldn’t be so overly sensitive.
She shrugged off the dismissal and got ready for the salon. She had a busy day with Homecoming around the corner and MillionHair already had a full booking of consultations lined up. She quickly showered and ate breakfast. She was on her way out when she stumbled on a small package at her front door.
Sugar, the note attached read.
Krista quickly looked around her apartment and wondered if Saint Nick or Master Scott managed to drop it off. She also wondered how they got past the security gate but that was another thought for later. She looked inside the package and saw there were seven pairs of panties. Two were lacy, one black and one white; one was a purple thong; one was a brown G-string; one was a yellow V-string; one was a sheer red number; and the last pair was white over the stomach briefs.
Attached was another note:
Sugar,
For your cooperation of last night’s assignment, here is your new task for the week. You are to wear a different set of panties each day of the week. You are to write down how each pair made you feel in terms of comfort and mentality. These are prewashed for your convenience and are yours to keep.
Each morning when you wake up, you are to repeat the following mantra – In gratitude, I serve. That is to remind you how grateful you are and should be that you have two Masters willing to help you.
Sincerely,
Your Masters.
Krista grinned. She quickly returned inside her apartment and changed into the black lacy panties. She briefly stared at herself in the mirror. She always had body image issues and silently compared herself to Faith, who seemed curvy in all of the right places.
The black lace panties made her feel sexy and alive. Her ass looked absolutely marvelous and her thick thighs seemed to complement the panties well. Even her tummy, which had a little bit of a pouch, seemed slimmer.
She finished getting dressed and walked out with a newfound confidence. She felt pleased that she was rewarded with something as simple as masturbating.
Maybe being a submissive wasn’t so bad after all.
****
Faith carefully watched her best friend as Krista effortlessly went through client after client. As quick as they were in her chair, they were out of it with a head of hair that looked so good, it should’ve been in the Smithsonian. Krista had always been friendly and made conversation with everyone but today she was just a bit more chipper.
