by Vonna Harper
Their relationship ceased to matter as she passed under one of the cameras. She was tempted to glare at it.
“You remind me of a horse wearing a saddle for the first time,” Master said. He leaned against a wall. “You’d buck if you thought you could get away with it, but you can’t, can you?”
She again looked down at herself, noting her still-red breasts and the contrast between her belly and the leather hugging it. “If I had use of my hands I could—”
“No you couldn’t, because the harness is locked into place, same as the collar.”
She stopped and bent her head to the left and right, trying to get used to what ringed her neck. Some men bought women gifts. This one had imprisoned her with a collar, handcuffed her, and dressed her in something resembling a chastity belt.
“I needed a key to work your previous collar. This one has an electronic locking device which means I don’t need to be anywhere near you to manipulate it.”
She wasn’t sure what difference that made. Padded leather was one thing, designed as much for comfort as control, while this all-metal device made a single, undeniable message—domination.
Master’s way of letting her know she belonged to him.
“One more comment,” he said, “and then I’ll let you experience. The tools I placed inside you work the same way—remote control.”
Her legs tangled, causing her to stumble. She understood what he’d said and yet she didn’t, the warning more than she could comprehend. Awareness of her too-full holes became even greater. The plugs and belt had made her clumsy. She could no longer take walking for granted.
“So,” he continued, “it’s time to demonstrate what I mean by remote control.”
She sucked in her belly. “No, please.”
“Oh, but yes. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to enjoy myself.”
He reached into a front pocket and withdrew a black device that fit in the palm of his hand. “Get ready for level one.”
Level one coming from yesterday’s electricity-powered vibrator had been pleasurable. However, things hadn’t stayed like that for long and before Master had been done subjecting her to it she’d been a quivering mess.
A gentle vibration rocked her vaginal muscles. It felt good, whispery movements that slowly heated her and started her along a familiar journey. She, again, tried pressing her legs together to increase the contact, but the strap stopped her. Master had taught her what helpless stimulation felt like, so the lesson should be imbedded in her. Why, then, did the enforced sexual excitement seem so foreign? Thoughts of who might be watching snagged her attention. She was going to do something that should have been private but wasn’t, maybe moan and cry and beg for mercy from a man prepared to watch her fall apart.
She wouldn’t lose it. No matter what he put her through, she wouldn’t.
Master held up the remote again and depressed a button. The dildo’s speed increased and the butt plug started humming. She didn’t know what to think or how to act. Like so many things that had happened since Master had captured her, she hadn’t given approval, but it felt good. She settled her weight, locked her knees and tried to find something to look at, only to forget what she’d intended to do. Between the vibration and humming, everything was right and wonderful.
“I thought you’d like that.” Master waved the remote at her. “What should I call it, all-consuming?” He frowned. “No, we haven’t yet reached that point. Maybe I should take it up another notch. What do you think, ready for the next gear?”
The rocking, buzzing sensations spread through her. Her cheeks felt flushed and her lids fluttered. This was a beautiful place to be. “No, Master, not more.”
“Why not? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of what’s next?”
Was that a warning? He was telling her she’d hate it when the vibrations became more intense? “No,” she said although she wasn’t sure that was the truth.
“Maybe. Maybe not. However, I’m not getting much out of watching you stand there like a statue.”
She wasn’t standing still, was she? It didn’t feel like it, but then she was in no position to judge. Sexual pleasure, even if it included having something rammed into her ass, was wonderful. She didn’t care that pins and needles still attacked her arms, or that she couldn’t remember when she’d last eaten or gone to the bathroom. Floating had become everything.
“Your eyes are giving you away. Makes me envious thinking about what you’re experiencing. Let’s see if this gets me into the game.”
They called football a game, but she’d watched enough to know it was much more than that. Master could be warning her, maybe preparing her, but for what?
This time when he lifted his arm, her legs trembled in anticipation.
Yes, more of everything. Humming in overdrive, her pussy jolting, afraid she’d fall. Top of her head threatening to explode. Dancing to an unwanted tune.
“For the record, you’re about halfway to top speed. How’s that working for you?”
If he expected her to answer, he was going to be disappointed, because he’d just tossed her into a whirlpool. Around and around she went.
Standing on widely splayed legs, she tried to reach the butt plug. She couldn’t say what she would have done, whether she would have pulled it out, just that she hated being so helpless. She managed to hook her fingers over the leather belt. By turns she stared down at what little she could see of herself and locked gazes with Master.
Her pussy was melting while her sex juices ran over the dildo. In contrast, her nipples had become painfully hard. Her breasts shook without rhythm.
“That’s never done anything for me,” the other man said. “If I’m not getting some benefit, why should I go to the effort of letting a slave get off?”
She wrenched free of what was taking place inside her long enough to notice that the man was getting out of the chair. He snapped his fingers at his slave and she scrambled to her feet.
“Let me know if anything interesting happens.” He grabbed the naked woman’s arm and shoved her toward the bathroom. “In the meantime, I’m going to park this one and go have a drink.”
When the door closed behind the two, she continued to stare at it. She didn’t want them back, but neither was she ready to be alone with Master.
“What’s up?” he asked. “Missing your audience?”
He sat in the chair his fellow trainer had just vacated. With his arms on the armrests and his legs stretched out, it was as if he’d settled down for his own cocktail. While sipping on whatever drink the attentive bartender brought to him, he’d entertain himself by watching her, his little puppet.
Anger slammed into her. “The only thing I miss is my freedom. That’s your doing.”
When his eyes narrowed she knew she’d made a mistake. Just the same, she felt better, less like a robot.
The longer he stared at her, the more she longed to know what he was thinking. Now that she’d gotten past the worst of her disbelief over the turn her life had taken, the more she was able to focus on what he looked like. Tiny lines had formed at the outer edges of his eyes. There was a scar above his left eyebrow and another on his chin. She wondered if he resembled his parents and if they knew what he was doing. Did he have siblings, maybe brothers he’d fought with while growing up and sisters he’d protected from men who turned out to be too much like him?
“Freedom’s relative,” he said at length. “We all give up elements of self-determination.”
“Not like this! How dare you try to justify your behavior by—”
“Shut up!”
The command jerked her back to reality. Then he flicked a glance at the camera, and for a moment, it was just the two of them.
Looking more resigned than angry, he aimed the remote at her. “You have so much to learn, so much you need to comprehend.”
Energy pulsed through the intrusions. The sensations brought her onto her toes and threw back her head. There wasn’t enough air in t
he room, no place to run to. Master became two-dimensional and she couldn’t distinguish him from her surroundings. Need clawed at her, shook her, took her deep into herself.
She was still struggling to crawl on top of her fierce arousal when the vibrations became even more intense. She felt as if she was being thrown into space, falling, desperately grasping at something to hold onto, lost in pleasure.
Her knees buckled. Somehow, she wound up on her side on the floor, curled into an awkward fetal position.
“Coming, coming, coming! Oh, God, coming.”
Shock after shock backed up in her. Her legs jabbed at nothing. She was being devoured from the inside, shaken into insensitivity, only to be hauled back into the firestorm of an unending climax.
“Make it stop. Please, make it stop!”
Seconds ticked by, every one lasting forever and yet over in a heartbeat. Even though she was certain she was dying, the death was glorious. She’d go out in a blaze of release, forever a slave to her body’s need for pleasure.
“Master, Master, Master.” She was vaguely aware that she was still on her side with her legs flailing and useless fingers trying to capture the air.
Master spoke again. As his incomprehensible words fell away, the tornado he was responsible for lessened so she no longer felt as if she was being shaken by a monstrous dog. She continued to come, but now there was less fear and more pleasure.
He kept her in subspace for a while before the things inside her backed down even more. She imagined herself on a cloud with a hot wind occasionally raking her. During those moments she wanted nothing else, and when the cloud broke apart and she started to implode, she wanted that too.
Nothing to do but experience.
No, not a cloud. The floor continued to support her and her limbs felt as if she’d been trying to rein in a massive horse. At least the horse had stopped running at full speed. Holding her breath, she tried to connect with her body. Little made sense beyond realizing she was no longer being torn apart.
“What’s happening, slave? You still want me to make things stop?”
Sitting upright took every bit of strength she possessed. “It…”
He leaned forward. “Go on. What were you trying to say?”
She couldn’t remember but couldn’t simply admit that, not after what he’d done to her. The dildo and plug hadn’t stopped humming, and sensitive as she was, she was certain she’d climax again if he kicked them up. She couldn’t take it, could she?
Maybe.
Maybe worth dying for.
“You’re a wreck,” he told her. “Feel as if you’ve been in an accident, do you?”
She hadn’t been in an accident, but she’d fallen off enough horses to have an idea what that would feel like—not good. In contrast, under Master’s guidance and control she’d faced what it meant to be a sexual creature in ways she’d never known were possible. She didn’t want another demonstration right now, couldn’t take it, but soon—oh yes, soon.
At his hands.
She wrestled her spent body onto her knees and crawled over to him. Being under Master’s management wasn’t something to fear after all. He’d given her a gift, taken her to a place where she’d never been but longed to spend the rest of her life in.
Thank you, she wanted to say except the words didn’t go deep enough. Besides, the admission frightened her. She’d never had so few defenses. Even her father’s violent death hadn’t broken her into so many pieces.
No more thinking, no more trying to keep things together. This big man was everything, the only thing.
She leaned into him and pressed her breasts against his knees. “Master,” she whispered, “Master.”
He stroked her shoulder. “Always, or just for today?”
“I don’t know.”
“Neither do I,” he whispered, and it occurred to her that he might be keeping his voice low so it wouldn’t carry. “You’re all right?”
Knowing he cared compelled her to rest the side of her head on his knees. His kneecaps were sharp. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t remain like this for long, she was here now, crouched before him as befitted a submissive and well-trained slave.
A deeply satisfied one.
Grateful.
Chapter Sixteen
“Look at it, smell it.”
Tray’s slave brought her nose to within an inch of his erection and inhaled, but her attention remained on him. Her earlier wariness had returned, but he didn’t have to view yesterday’s video to recall what she’d looked like then. The savage forced climaxes had left her shaking and wide-eyed, yet he suspected what she’d felt had gone deeper than helpless surrender. It hadn’t been just a matter of him demonstrating what he could put her though, and her having no choice but to weather the hard lesson. She’d gone somewhere new yesterday, had briefly become someone she hadn’t known existed.
Knowing he’d been the one to accomplish that made him feel powerful. Today he wouldn’t mess things up by asking himself why the hell he was doing this. He’d come to the same decision about dildo and butt plug use, or rather non-use. Knowing they’d been in her had had him calling himself a bastard. Apparently there were limits even he wouldn’t go beyond. As for how he’d react when, not if, management called him on it, hell, he’d consider that later.
“Think about having my cock in your mouth with the tip pressing against the back of your throat,” he went on. “Imagine how it will taste and feel.”
She hesitated, then, eyes bright, she extended her tongue and touched his rigid flesh.
What the hell? I didn’t expect— “Why’d you do that?”
She rocked back and gazed up at him. Her dark eyes still glistened. “I don’t know, Master.”
“If you think you can get to me this way, you’re wrong.”
“That wasn’t my intention.”
Every time he thought he’d made progress with her, she said or did something that made him wonder if she was messing with his mind, instead of the other way around. Yesterday he’d been on top of things one hundred percent, but that was before they’d been apart long enough for her to have regained her equilibrium. Even though Robert and Cliff had warned him that would happen, he’d fooled himself into believing he knew her better than they did. Yeah, right.
“You’ve been brought to a party,” he said. “Your owner commanded you to pleasure his guests. Tell me, what will you do?”
By way of answer, she gave his cock a pointed look. He supposed he should demand more. After all, this morning was supposed to be about taking her deeper into her new existence. The thing was, with her crouched between his gaping legs and his cock jutting from his unzipped jeans, he was hard-pressed to give a damn about lessons. With every hour she spent in his presence, she was becoming more complex, either that or her small, naked body was a lot more distracting than he’d anticipated.
Damn it, others were watching. He’d always pushed himself to exceed expectations and wouldn’t stop now.
“Answer me, what are you expected to do at this party?”
“Please the guests.”
“By doing what?”
Her hesitation made him wonder if she was debating defying him. Maybe she thought her submissiveness yesterday had altered the order of their relationship. He’d relished those moments when her head had rested on his knee, but that didn’t mean he’d let her play him for a fool.
“It depends on what each man wants.” She pushed her hair back from her face, careful not to touch the chain leading from her collar to his hand. “Some might want this—” Her lips brushed his cock’s head, making him gasp. “Others might want something else.”
Robert had encouraged him to reinforce this lesson with a switch applied to every part of her anatomy he could reach, but might that not be counter-productive? Too many whippings in rapid succession and she’d become immune to them, either that or constant punishment would leave her unable to think. That’s why, other than the chain, he hadn’t restra
ined her. He wanted her to experience a measure of freedom so she’d remember how it felt. Losing it would make a greater impact, wouldn’t it? How had everything become so complicated?
“Master?”
Even with her hands on her thighs, her voice low and her breasts where he could easily abuse them, he had to work at thinking of her as his slave. “What?”
“Where do you go when you leave me? What is it like and will I ever see it?”
He yanked on the chain and pulled her off-balance until she threatened to crush his cock. She started to lift her hands but put them back on her thighs as he’d commanded earlier. Even with the distraction of having her so close, he admired her obedience. As for the reason behind it, he doubted it was because she was afraid of him. More likely she was testing both of their boundaries, which was something Carnal brass wouldn’t allow.
More complications.
“You know you have no right asking.” He shoved her back, only to regret putting so much distance between them. “These walls are your world. It’ll remain like that until I decide to take you out of here.”
“I can smell the ocean.” Eyes moist, she studied him. “Do you go to the beach? Maybe you—”
He silenced her with a slap. No way would he let her emotions reach him. Yesterday, watching her twitch and come while not doing the same had been more than enough.
“So you want to feel sand between your toes, do you, slave?” He increased the tension on the chain. “Go on, let’s see what you’ll do to earn the right.”
Her breasts rose and fell, her reactions reminding him of a horse balanced between trust and fear. She could wait for him to tip her one way or the other or make a decision.
Long seconds later, she lowered her head, scooted marginally closer, and opened her mouth. When Robert had said he’d wager that he’d have to beat her before she agreed to suck cock, he’d nearly taken Robert up on the bet. Looked like he should have.
Gripping the chain so hard the links pressed into his palm wasn’t enough of a distraction, because as soon as her moist warmth surrounded him, his breath snagged. Self-control, Robert had repeatedly told him. You have to stay in control. Otherwise, the bitches will smell your weakness.
