by Susan Sass
Tipped back and she let out a long shuddering exhalation. Faith felt a matching surge inside her own body, almost coming, her hips thrusting forward, trying to find something, anything to ease this crazy need inside her body. Aya continued to lunge up and down, deep whining groans coming from between her lips and Marc arched and let out a soft grating groan as he began to spasm deep inside her. His eyes were locked on his Mistress’s face, a look of pure worship transforming his normally guarded, humorous expression.
Faith stood swaying and covered with sweat as she watched them slowly rock and surge against each other, savoring the echoes of their passion. Then Aya lifted her body and let the now slack and waning cock fall to his belly. Slowly she crawled up the length of his body, getting closer and closer to Faith. Faith’s eyes widened as Aya settled back down, sitting on Marc’ face. Aya’s eyes blinked and her lips twitched as she settled down. Her face was just inches from Faith’s belly and Aya had to tip her head to look up at the girl’s face.
Her voice quivered and jerked as she spoke, “I can tell you liked watching that.” Aya lightly gripped Faith’s hips and leaned closer, her nose almost grazing the hair covering Faith’s sex. “Your smell betrays you. You will be a very passionate lover, I can tell.” Faith tried to pull away, shaking her head, but she knew it was true. Just the touch on her hips was maddening. Aya kept her hands on Faith and leaned back as Marc continued to lick at the her. She hissed and shuddered, “Yesss, there, deeper, stick it in deeper, fuck my ass with it.” Then as she began to convulse with another orgasm she leaned sharply forward, her arms going around Faith’s waist, her face pressed against her belly, Aya’s cries muffled against Faith’s soft flesh.
Faith stood holding the chains that kept her hands stretched over her head gripped in her fists, her cunt clenching and throbbing as she watched Marc gently clean and then help Aya to her feet. Aya’s voice was soft and a little groggy, “I am going to my room to rest a while. Come to the hallway and I will tell you what I want from you next.”
Marc’ voice had resumed its normal humorous games, “I live for your smallest whim, my mistress.”
Chapter 2
In the hall Aya spoke softly, “Take her to the showers, and then the dining hall. Then perhaps a nice swim, you deserve a little reward.”
Marc grinned, “Serving you, my most sweet and demanding mistress, is all the reward this humble slave seeks.”
Aya frowned and growled, “Will you never shut up!”
Marc made an elaborate zipping motion across his lips and then stood sharply and clicked his heels together and saluted.
Aya shook her head in exasperation and continued, “I want this little slave to continue with this level of excitement. Feel free to touch and kiss her, but be subtle. Do not take it too far, and do not leave her alone so she could relieve herself. Expose her to lots of sex. Find some others to take to the beach. Feel free to play with anyone that is permitted to do so. I doubt she will voluntarily join in but do not let her participate if she tries. But I want her squirming and soaking wet when she gets back here.”
Marc kissed his Mistress’ feet and assured her that what she required would be done. His rank as Head Horticulturalist gave him almost as much authority as Aya. Most of the time, his world was his own and he could command any lower ranking slave to serve him in any manner he chose. That was great. Almost ideal, but the opportunity to serve, now that was a little slice of heaven. Whenever JD had a taste for cock or the desire for a group session, Marc was eager to please. However, to be commanded to worship his Mistress’ body and to be allowed anoint her body with his come at her bidding had to be the highest form of ecstasy.
The fact that she put her trust in him with the new slave was simply icing on the cake. He would rather die than fail his beautiful goddess. Marc had accepted his babysitting responsibilities initially because Faith needed to be busy. A bored postulant was a behavior nightmare.
The key to bringing a captive around to a willing and eager slave was activity, discipline and rewards. Once a postulant’s triggers were spotted and worked on, the joy for both the Master and slave could be refined. Due to Aya’s ill timed self castigation, Faith’s training had fallen very behind schedule. While she had been occupied by bathing at the public showers, taking her meals at the diner, and given “busy work” to do in the kitchen, laundry and gardens, she hadn’t had any real “Mind work”. The times when she seemed happiest was when she was using her natural creative abilities and her need to serve.
She was a marvel in the kitchen. Marc had learned that she loved the gentle yet firm direction of the head cook. Her imagination was encouraged and nurtured. Before, she used theater as an outlet. Now, fancy deserts, elegant entrees and delectable appetizers were her fascination and she more than excelled.
Before the Tiger Lady began to growl again, it seemed Faith’s preferred duty, above all others, was to remain on her knees, in waiting, to serve in any way she could, to ease her lady’s suffering. As soon as the tiger was released from the cage, the child fled into her old habits of obduracy and hate. It wasn’t open like before, but flowed, just under the surface. Her heart longed to bend and serve, her Mind still fought. If she could just be exorcized from that rebellious demon, she would turn, oh so beautifully.
The truth was, she wasn’t unique. Each slave in training faced this juncture, whether they were there of their own free will or not. It came on the precipice of conversion, of completely surrendering one’s self to the Master. Some stayed there a very long time, weeks…even months, others converted much faster. Each was a wonder to watch and Marc loved it when he could be directly involved. The fact that he was commanded by his beloved mistress made it all the more delectable.
Faith was busy, as the two who were in control of her destiny conferred in the hall. Throughout the ordeal, first with JD and Aya and then, later with Marc and Aya, she found herself repulsed and attracted at the same time. Her mistress’ massage, even as Faith fought to deny the pleasurable, relaxing sensations, penetrated through the barriers of self and left her open and vulnerable. It was the first time Aya had ever touched her with tenderness and Faith had no defense for that. Before, any tender touch was followed by pain and discipline. It was a signal for Faith to brace herself for the worse, a thing to be rejected.
There had been no pain this time, no demands other than to accept and feel. Aya promised this was the reward in the future. Against her will, Faith found herself relaxing and embracing the concept. In the chair and now against the bed, bound as she was, Faith should have felt the heart pounding panic of confinement. Normally, being unable to move a muscle would’ve sent her into an attack of claustrophobia. Instead, it became a haven.
She couldn’t flee, she couldn’t turn away, and she couldn’t fail. She could fight, she could deny wanting to obey and her bonds still kept her safe and compliant. Literally a captive audience, Faith watched and learned in spite of herself. It awakened feelings and desires she’d never known she had deep in the core of her being. When JD came, shooting his seed down Aya’s throat, Faith unconsciously licked her lips, wondering about what it felt like to have hot cum spurting, hitting the back of her throat. She found herself hungry, wanting to know what it tasted like.
Marc’ using her body as a gateway to his mistress drew her in as a participant in their passion. Every touch, every jostle of the bed went straight to her cunt. They were so close, she could smell their desire. Her clit was hard and throbbing, the aroma of her own sweat and pheromones mingled with the couple, the walls of her vagina spasmed rhythmically as her juices ran down her thighs and dripped on the sheets that fell on the floor below her feet.
When Aya came with her face buried in Faith’s body, the pressure from her embrace and the vibrations of her cries caused small sparks of pleasure to ignite in her clit as her empty cunt clamped tight promising oh, so much more. She was embarrassed and humiliated. She was also surprised she wanted it. She wanted to learn what it was l
ike, all of it. She was ashamed of herself for giving into to those feelings.
With the other two out in the other room, Faith let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. Deep wracking sobs threatened to break through her resolve to regain control of herself. She fought against her restraints wildly, but failed to gain the escape she sought. Defeated, she hung by her arms, her body still singing its aria of need as large tears rolled down her face.
That was how Marc found her. Making gentle shushing noises, and kissing her wet cheeks, he gently released her and helped her to sit at the foot of the bed. He held her there, rocking and stroking her hair, soothing and comforting her until she calmed down and her shaking body quieted.
“Our mistress is very pleased with you.” Marc murmured into her ear. “You endured this afternoon well. I was glad to share this with you. You needed to see the rewards of pleasure. They can be all yours. They will be all yours someday.”
“Speaking of rewards, because you were such a good girl, our Mistress has given us the rest of the day off. Thanks to you, anyone not scheduled for work can join us after supper at the lake. So come on baby sister, let’s get cleaned up and see who wants to play!”
Chapter 3
Still in a fog, Faith slipped on the robe Marc handed to her and stood still as he collared her. She took the clean pair of shorts and shift he handed her and followed him out of the mansion down to the showers. Used to the public bathing area now, she let her robe fall on a bench without cringing and turned on the water, letting it flow over her. The soft sponge she used to soap herself up felt like a lover’s hand, soothing and exciting her at the same time. She rinsed the shampoo from her hair and was about to turn the shower off when Marc caught her wrist.
So deep in her own thoughts, she’d almost forgotten he was there and jumped a little. He too had just washed his hair. The black, wet veil was free from its plait and hung almost to his waist. Faith wondered fleetingly, why he never cut it. He placed his sponge in her captured hand and drew her to him.
“I’ve served you before, bathing you.” Marc’ brown eyes sparkled as he bent over to kiss her lightly, his tongue just barely touching hers for a moment. “Now its time for you to return the favor.”
So deep was Faith’s need to touch and be touched, she forgot to react with her usual embarrassment as her trembling hands gently soaped up Marc’ muscular frame. She washed his arms, chest and legs and moved around him and washed his back and thighs. She marveled at the feel of his lean, hard body, the way the bright sunlight played off the water running down his deeply tanned skin and turned the soap’s lather into thousands of dancing rainbows.
“You Missed a spot.” Marc said, turning to face her. He directed the hand holding the sponge to his groin. Faith froze for a moment, staring into his dancing eyes as he nodded encouragement. Slowly, with trembling fingers, she began to wash his scrotum. Marc stood perfectly still as she moved up to his penis. Faith looked down, watching his cock as responded to her touch, swelling and growing. The trembling increased and traveled through her hands and up her arms until her whole body shook with need. Her own sex swelled once again, her clit so hard and swollen it ached as she ran the sponge up and down his lengthening shaft.
She’d never seen a man grow in excitement before. She’d always avoided situations with her dates that would lead to sex. The couple of times she’d been even close, their dicks sprang from their up zipped jeans, fully erect like some living thing with a Mind of its own bursting from a cage, demanding at least a quick jerk off before she could run and hide in the safety of her dorm. Faith had even wondered during those times if she would ever really truly like sex.
Now, after what she’d witnessed that day and watching and feeling Marc grow slowly in her hand, she wanted nothing more than to feel what it was like to have him deep inside of her, filling her, lifting her…
“If you continue doing what you’re doing, we’ll have to start this bath all over again,” Marc whispered huskily as he trailed little playful kisses and bites along Faith’s neck and shoulders. “Then we’ll find ourselves on the dancing on scaffold before we take our turns in the hut.”
The thought of being whipped and locked in the tiny tin box snapped Faith back to reality and she gasped with fright, dropping the sponge and jumping back as though she’d been shocked by Aya’s collar.
“Don’t worry, little sis.” Marc chuckled in sympathy. “I know when to put on the brakes.” He shut off the water and handed her a towel, his face changing expression to genuine earnestness. “I would never, never set you up for failure.”
Faith dried quickly and retreated into the safety of her shift as Marc donned his shorts. Attaching a leash to her collar, which was more and more a symbol for others that she was reserved for the Master and less and less a way of imposing control, he started off for the dining hall as if he’d spent the day in the gardens.
“Let’s go see what’s on the menu, I’m starving.”
Aya knelt at JD’s feet, “Master, I have two things that I wish to discuss with you. First is a matter of discipline and the second an idea for a diversion for the community.
JD s down at the top of Aya’s head, “I am listening.”
“My Master, I am concerned regarding the actions of Overseer James regarding Layla. He had been showing her undue favoritism and it was creating conflict among the slave girls. I had instructed him to spend his time with the other girls and to not spend time with her. It came to my attention that he was continuing to make use of her, and in fact I suspect he took advantage of my absence to extract some degree of revenge upon her. It sounds like he deliberately forced her to disobey my restrictions as some sort of demonstration of his anger at her and me for me having taken her away from him. I feel that this requires your attention.”
JD nodded seriously, “Thank you for bringing this to my attention, my pet. And what of this other thing?”
Aya s, “It has to do with slave Layla as well. She has waited long enough and I would like to reward her for her struggle to obey me. I strongly suspect that Layla’s need has gone beyond the ability of any one person to satisfy. I was thinking of putting on an entertainment for the community, a show requiring a great deal of audience participation.”
JD began to chuckle, “Sounds interesting.”
Aya s and arched an eyebrow, “I hope you will plan on attending.”
“I would not Miss it for the world.”
“Master, it will require that I leave the house to accomplish this.”
JD frowned and looked puzzled, and Aya lowered her eyes to the floor, hiding her amused expression. “My Master, my instruction from you was to not leave this house, to not even ask to leave this house.”
JD began to laugh, “So is this just a ploy to get out of here?”
Aya bit her lip, “My Master knows his pet too well.”
JD’s voice hardened, “You may go and deal with this but return immediately. I have not decided to release you just yet.”
Aya walked down the long road towards the slave compound. She acknowledged the eager greetings and curious looks with her usual cool no nonsense manner. When she walked into the kitchen, Jimmy looked up and could not help but smile in relief. “Mistress Aya, your presence has been missed,” then looking carefully around, he murmured in a lower voice, “I let it slip that you were sick and Adriana sent her good wishes. She is worried about you, we all were.”
Aya nodded, her face impassive, “Perhaps I will find time to visit soon,” but then let a soft affectionate smile warm her features, “How are the kids?”
Jimmy s, “Growing like weeds, we are going to be sending Michu to school next year, and Little Jimmy the next year.” He gave her a proud look, “I think Adriana is expecting again. She is getting that glow.”
Aya gave him a reproving look, “Well at least you two waited a year this time.” Then she s widely, “I will have to go visit now.”
Layla was just finishing up her morni
ng chores in the laundry and she froze for a second at the sight of Aya standing watching her. Aya felt that sweet familiar rush of power as the slave paused nervously, a delightful Mix of fear and eagerness making her eyes widen and her lips tremble. Layla dropped to her knees and clasped her hands behind herself, staring at the ground before her spread knees. Aya s, a predatory hungry smile, and then slowly deliberately curled her finger, beckoning the girl to come closer.
Layla crept closer on her knees, her gaze fixed on that slowly curling finger. When she was so close that she was looking straight up at the finger and then past, her eyes transfixed by Aya’s exacting regard. Slowly Aya lowered herself, crouching down, her knees spreading, surrounding the girl. Layla’s eyes never wavered from her Mistress’s face, wide, blinking nervously, every ounce of her soul there, open and bare, her soft blue eyes were filled with a slowly simmering agony of need. Despite her use of Marc earlier that day, a rush of wild hunger rushed through Aya, making her thighs tremble.
