by Susan Sass
Aya opened her eyes letting them get used to the light. She looked across the room seeing a massage table set in the middle of the play room. Surrounding the table were large pillar candles at the four corners. Next to the table was a medical tray with bottles on it. JD led her to the table and beckoned her to get on face down.
“And now my pet, I will finish your grooming so that you may serve me.”
JD proceeded to give Aya a head to toe massage. He paid close attention to the knots he found. When he finished with her feet, he turned her over and started on the front. Changing bottles, he started on her forehead and face. As he went down her body, he deliberately didn’t touch all of the special places on her body meant to excite. And yet, this very omission only excited her even more. She could feel the wetness starting between her legs. Her nipples stood at ridged attention. Her clit was in the same state. What JD was doing was exquisite torture. In spite of her great self control, she let out a whimpering moan.
His words, “Now my dear come with me so that I can continue to please myself with you,” were familiar and expected.
Aya knew the next step in the dance, almost sighing out the words of compliance. “As you wish Master, it would be my pleasure and privilege.”
JD surprised Aya when he changed the rules by not taking her to the bed in the playroom and instead led her into his bedroom. Why his bedroom? Why there? Again she stepped into the confusing maze of the unknown. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. He lay next to her taking her in his arms. He kissed her soft and long. His hands roamed from her breasts with their rock hard nipples, to her sex. It was dripping wet with her desire, but she found herself fighting to stay in the moment, fighting the sudden swirl of doubts once again.
Aya didn’t understand why she was here. Why was he treating her like a lover? The questions were interfering with the good things that were happening to her. She was stiff and was trying to get involved for his sake.
The random thought rose up, “He does love me and all I have done is doubt that love, reject that love, and hide from that love. He does not care about anything else. He does not see the failure, he sees beyond it. There is no price, no condition to his love. Could this be true? If it was true,’ she thought, ‘then I must give in to him, give into his love’.
With that thought, Aya relaxed in his arms. JD took her nipple in his mouth sucking gently on it until it was hard as a rock. He went from one breast to the other until Aya was moaning out loud. JD licked down her belly until he reached her dripping cunt. He spread her with her fingers pushing his tongue into her. He tasted the tang of her juice. He traced his tongue to her erect clit. As he nipped and licked it, Aya moaned loudly pushing her sex into his mouth. She was just at the peak, desperately wanting to go over the top. Just when she was going to beg to let herself go, JD took his mouth away. He slid up between her legs until his face was even with hers.
“I have had you for all of these years and you have served me with your heart and soul. I have used you for my pleasure over and over again. Tonight, I am going to take you for the first time as my lover. All I ask is that you love me back.”
When he spoke, when he said those words, it was as if he had been inside her head, listening to her thoughts. Aya felt a tingle run over her body and it was like the sun rising in her soul. Yes, yes she could love him back, and more than that, she could let his love into her heart, and let herself luxuriate in its Miracle.
With that, JD placed the tip of his cock at her wet entrance. He entered her slowly until he was all the way in her. He pushed in as far as he could go, remaining still once he was there. Aya pushed against him. She urged him to go farther, but he was as far as he could go. JD began to thrust in and out of her slowly at first and then building up speed.
Then as they reached their height of their love, and finally, with the doubts finally extinguished, and with them all thought as she strained against him, accepting his gifts, his seed, and his love, Aya let go and came. At the same moment, JD grunted and emptied himself into her. They held each other quivering with each other until JD grew soft and fell out of her. He rolled onto his back. Aya sighed and laid her head on his shoulder. They fell asleep in bliss. Aya’s last thought was perhaps this was what real love felt like.
The next morning, Aya woke before JD. She lightly slipped out from under his arm getting out of the bed. It was early and she knew that JD would be asleep for at least an hour or two more. She thought she could take advantage of this and give back some to him.
She quietly took a shower. Aya then went into the playroom to get her bag. She pulled out her special collar. JD had given it to her when he made her his second in command. It was made of very soft black leather. There were diamonds circling the collar every half inch or so. The collar locked with a heart shaped lock. There were two keys. One she kept in her cottage. The other was around JD’s neck. She s and chuckled to herself as she placed the collar around her neck and locked it into place. She knew that she would at least get spanked for doing this. One of JD’s rules was that he alone put this particular collar on but she also knew that in some ways this small gesture of rebellion would be seen for what it was, a playful way to show her affection.
“Sometimes I can be such a devil,” she thought to herself with a smile. She then placed soft leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She left the bathroom wearing only this.
She went out to the outdoor kitchen to clean up. JD thought of everything including a dishwasher. She loaded it, wiped down the table, and reset it for JD’s breakfast. Aya drank some coffee waiting for sounds of JD’s resurrection. When she heard him bumping around, she started heating up the pots and pans she was going to use. When she heard the shower start, she donned an apron and began to cook. Aya cooked him his favorite breakfast of eggs Benedict, hash browns, pancakes, juice, Milk, and coffee. She thought it was a little heavy, but he will work it off today. At least she hoped he would.
JD stepped out of the cottage on to the patio. He looked at the back of the nude slave.
“My lord, what a wonderful sight,” he thought. Like most straight men, JD loved the sight of a beautiful woman, nude, from the front. And looking at Aya from any angle was a sight to behold. But, in truth, JD was an ass man and the ass in front of him was magnificent. Then he noticed she was wearing her collar. He chuckled to himself knowing that she had done it to provoke a response. He thought that finally, she knew he loved her enough so that she would drop her guard. The wall of properness was coming down.
“Well, what have we here?”
Aya immediately stopped what she was doing. She came to JD, knelt at his feet and said, “Good morning my Master. Your breakfast is ready or would you like me to pleasure you before you eat?”
“No, you can perform that function later. Right now, my pet, I am starving and the smell of your cooking is making my mouth water just as much as the sight of you is.”
“Very well then Master, I shall serve you your food. You may have me as you please when you are ready for me.”
Aya served up JD’s breakfast. JD requested that she bring him another plate of food for her. He cut up the food and placed the plate on the ground next to him. Aya kneeled on a pillow to save her knees from the bricks, went to her hands and knees, and ate her breakfast using only her mouth. They ate in relative silence only speaking when JD needed something. The sound of the breeze through the palm trees and the clinking of dinnerware was all that could be heard for a time.
When he finished, JD pushed his plate back. He looked at her as she finished eating. He didn’t say anything until she drank her fill from the bowl next to her plate. She looked at him and said, “May I get you anything else Master?”
JD replied, “No, my pet, I am good for now. Why don’t you clean up and then come back to the hammock and join me there when you are done.”
Aya finished cleaning, took off her apron, and went to him. She found him lying in his hammock looking up at the trees slowly rocking
back and forth. She came to his side and knelt before him.
“I am here as you commanded, my Master.”
JD stretched and s, his brilliant green eyes sparkling with humor, “My beautiful pet, what is that you have around your neck? It looks to me as if you have put on your own collar.”
A tiny smile quivered on the corner of Aya’s mouth before she schooled her face to a proper expression of contrition, “Master, I have put on my collar and restraints on my own so that I would be able to serve you better and quicker. I am sorry for putting them on without being commanded to do so. If my actions have offended in some way, I beg you to discipline me.”
“Then to the playroom with you. You have to be taught to behave better.”
JD looked at Aya and caught another slight smile from her. He tried to hide the smile on his face and knew that he had failed to do so.
He followed her into the cottage and into the playroom. She went to the center of the room and knelt with her head down. JD placed his fingers under her chin. He lifted her gently to her feet and kissed her deeply. Their tongues were wrapping around each other. They moaned into each other.
JD broke the kiss and bound Aya to the St. Andrew’s cross. He went into the cabinet and got out his favorite suede floggers. Aya sucked in a breath as JD ran the lashes softly down her back. He teased her for a time and then his hand went back. Aya heard the whistle of the whip coming down. Her sex immediately went wet with the excitement of what was to come next. The lashes hit home with a loud whack. Her body started to respond to the whip as it struck her back. She began to moan louder at each blow. She could feel the orgasm building between her legs. She knew she couldn’t come without his permission and she was too strong to beg now. Just as she was about to break, JD stopped flogging her. He untied her and turned her around. After he kissed her, he started in again on her breasts and sex. The whip went down and up. Over and over again he whipped the helpless woman. JD watched her legs shaking. He listened to the moaning and hard breathing coming from her. He thought to himself that she can go just a little longer. Then when he was sure that she would come without permission, he commanded her, “Come now my pet. Give me your orgasm.”
Aya’s eyes rolled back into her head. She opened her mouth and let go with a low moan. Her body shook against the bonds. The moan got louder. The moan turned into a scream of passion as her orgasm peaked. JD lashed her over and over taking her to the absolute height of her passion. She came down from her orgasm and hung limp in her bonds. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her breath came in gasps. JD looked at her and s. He knew that this was the place she wanted him to take her. What she didn’t know is that this was just the start of the day. Tomorrow, they must go back. He was going to make it a day to remember.
Chapter 9
Faith turned over and tried to find some position that was comfortable for what seemed the thousandth time that night. All the other girls in the slave dorm were silent and still and Faith knew she had to be quiet or she might wake someone. A little sigh of frustration broke from her lips as she lay there. She should be asleep. She had hardly slept the night before. She was exhausted. Jimmy, Marc, tiffany, even Layla had all been on her ass all day today and yesterday, working her hard. She had hardly had time to rest between chores and practicing her positions. Then tonight, after she thought that finally they were going to let her rest, tiffany had arched a brow and said, “mistress left me with some special instructions for tonight,” her expression alight with excitement. “Mistress says you show a definite talent and enthusiasm that must be cultivated.”
Faith twisted and turned again on the narrow mattress, her mind sliding back to that moment, when she had paused, her arms deep in the kitchen sink, finishing up the last of that night’s dishes. She was so tired that she yawned as she said the word, “What?”
Tiffany had chuckled, “What? Oh, sweet sister slave, you and I are going to have some fun tonight, practicing… practicing… practicing. I think we should invite Layla to come along. She is very talented and a good teacher too.”
Faith blinked and blushed as she realized what tiffany was talking about. She was more than a little shocked at how her body instantly responded to the idea, a wave of heat rising up in her belly, her mouth flooding with saliva at the thought. She swallowed and turned back to the dishes.
Again the little voice in her head had stirred and complained, ‘lesbian… I am not a lesbian… my gate don’t swing that way… what are they doing to me…’ It had been getting louder the last two days. Somehow the knowledge that Aya and JD were gone, ‘on vacation’, had freed her doubts, the complaining voice was getting louder, harder to ignore. She told herself again, that she had no choice, she could cooperate or she would be forced. If she fought too much there would be punishment. The pit loomed in her imagination, bottomless and dark, with madness and death lurking in the bottom.
But more than the fear of punishment, it was the truth that she was excited by the idea, her whole body heating and anticipating the pleasure that had her twisting again. She knew she would go with tiffany not only because she had to, but also because there was a part of her that wanted to go. The voice hissed and mocked, “…slave… stupid little brainwashed slave…” And she wondered, was it true, was this the only way she could find love?
Just the memory of that moment, the confusion of craving and fear, made a tiny whimper of protest rise up in Faith’s chest and she choked it down. The last thing she wanted to do was wake up someone. She did not want anyone to see her like this, so weak, confused. Somehow, she knew she had to face this alone.
There was no question of whether to obey or not. She had followed along passively, lain down where she was told, allowed the sensations of sweet female bodies blank out the insidious voice and its doubts. And at first, tiffany and Layla had seemed satisfied with her passivity, focusing on her, just talking and demonstrating, their hands and lips everywhere on her body, teasing, inflaming, bringing her to the very edge of completion only to slow and deny her over and over. Their sweet wet lips had whispered that she could only have what she was pleading for when she had “demonstrated competency”, that she must master this art before reaping its rewards. It had been maddening, and finally Faith had cracked and done everything they had asked, returning each touch, each kiss with a wild passion that seemed to delight her lovers. Only then did they allow her the relief her body was screaming for, and they took her there over and over, pushing her to higher and higher peaks of passion.
She had been totally wrung out, drenched in sweat, and limp with exhaustion and as tiffany had brought her to the dorm and tucked her in, her last kiss redolent with the scent and flavor of their union, she had whispered softly, “Sweet sister, you did very well, our mistress will be very pleased with your progress... And I am sure you will sleep like a baby tonight.” And Faith had fallen asleep almost instantly, her mind numb and her nerve endings tingling with that warm, soft lassitude that only complete fulfillment can bring.
But she had not slept long. She had lurched awake in the night; sure that she had felt the touch of her mistress’s foot, that so sweet touch that she had become accustomed to as she slept at the foot of Aya’s bed. At first, chained there, each time she felt her mistress stretch down and touch her she had tensed, fought down the feelings of humiliation and rage at that casual, possessive nudge. But after a while it became familiar, almost soothing, knowing that her mistress had not forgotten her down there. And now, alone for the first time in days she realized how much she hated it. Sure there were her sisters sleeping in their beds only an arm’s length away, but it did nothing to assuage this overwhelming sense of being alone. Faith’s body almost convulsed with the sudden realization that she missed Aya. Desperately, wildly, horribly, she missed the sight of her face, the sound of her voice, the very scent of her body. The need to see her mistress was a sharp and unbearable agony and Faith almost cried out as she realized the truth, the truth that she loved Aya.
Faith could no longer hold her body still, silence the sobs and wails that rose up in her throat. She lurched from her bed and fled the dorm, stepping out into the warm tropical night. She paused for an instant, looking wildly around, the urge to flee this truth greater than she could resist. She could see the shadow of movement near the main gate, the night guard walking by. She trembled and moved toward the latrine and then at the last Minute she slipped around behind and leaned against the back of the building, hugging her arms around her body, and rocking back and forth, struggling to confine the screams of denial that echoed around inside her head. “Slave… slave… slave,” if she could love Aya, she was a slave. And she did love Aya.
The compulsion to run and escape was irresistible. There was a ladder behind Aya’s house. The same ladder they used to dig the hole. Faith knew it was even propped up against the back fence. Silently she slipped around, staying in the shadows. She knew that there was a cover over the hole, but just coming near it made her heart race and her mouth go dry with terror. Carefully skirting it, hugging the deep shadow cast by the wall she came to the ladder and climbed up and jumped. She hit the ground hard and rolled, grunting with the impact. Only then as she lay in the dirt did she realize she was still completely nude and barefoot. But the thought was blanked out as the urge to run, to get away, rose up again.
