by Christy Poff
"My slave oversteps. I should punish..."
"Yes, Master, I understand."
"This is your first mistake. I'll let it go for now."
"Thank you for your mercy, Master Ross."
"My God, woman, you are a natural."
* * * *
Sheridan felt his presence when he entered the room. Unsure of what to expect, she had no idea how the room around her could become so intense from just one man.
She did not understand why her breasts ached for his touch, her pussy begged to envelop him, or any of the other reactions coursing through her from his mere presence.
He stood in front of her looking like an absolute god. She knew the most perfect body lay hidden under his white shirt and black pants. Her body screamed for him to fuck her, while a part of her forced her to remain in control—at least, for the present.
She chose her safe word—therapist—an easy one. She listened to him explain everything to her and all she wanted to do was his bidding.
"Yes, Master,” she kept repeating, even when he told her to strip out of her clothes and place them neatly folded on a chair. He told her she would get them back with her backpack before she left the ranch.
"Everything will be provided,” she heard him say. He asked her the questions she refused to answer when asked before by anyone else. What the hell does this guy have?
Sheridan had already tasted his come, enjoying the velvety feel of his magnificent cock in her mouth. Her body rejoiced when he ordered her to bend over his desk before he slowly tortured her core. His pounding into her caused her to feel things she'd never felt before and she languished in his wake.
"Come, slave."
His command caressed her, his voice calming her while driving her to please him. If he were to ask me to jump off a cliff, I'd inquire how high of one does he want me find.
No man had ever dared control her in any way, yet Master Ross did. Comfortable in his own skin, he sat in front of her, his cock erect and magnificent. To have him inside her had been sheer heaven. He'd seen it when he instructed her on her stance and told her about stamina.
Sheridan had never played with her body outside of using her dildo but he had her using her breasts to make him come. Her first question had been answered.
"My God, woman, you are a natural."
When her mind settled from this revelation, she heard his voice penetrating her thoughts.
"Mistress Yelena will show you to your room. Remember, she is your mistress and you will obey her as you would Master R or myself."
"Yes, Master Ross,” she answered, her body tingling. A drop oozed from her pussy, all because of a man she called Master.
Sheridan gazed at Yelena—dark-haired and exotic. Her body was movie star perfect, her breasts absolutely amazing.
"Do you have any questions, slave?"
"Why did he ask about enhancements?"
"Master R does not believe a woman's body should be altered unless there is extreme need."
"And if I had enhancements?"
"We would not be at this point. Several years ago, a client with big breasts came to the ranch. During her stay, one of her implants burst. She almost died. Master R will not chance it happening again."
"I see."
"Do you feel comfortable in your present state?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Here is your suite,” Yelena said, ushering Sheridan into what could only be described as a small apartment.
"Mistress, should I present myself in a special way to you?"
"Yes. When I come in the room, unless there are others, you will stand with your legs parted and hands behind you. I will then inspect your pussy and shave it if need be. Master Ross commanded me to do this for you at your request, though Erika might also."
"Thank you, Mistress.” Sheridan did as Yelena wanted, then watched her.
"Come lay on the massage table and I will take care of this."
"Yes, Mistress."
Yelena brought over a tray with shave gel and oil, plus a very sharp straight edge razor. Her tiny gasp at the sight of it did not go unnoticed.
"I use it because it is more accurate than a razor,” she explained as she took a washcloth and cleaned Sheridan's pussy of the evidence of her first encounters with Master Ross. She warmed the gel next and rubbed it onto her mons and pussy. Carefully and with deliberate strokes, Yelena shaved Sheridan, then massaged the scented oil into her newly denuded skin. Yelena checked to be sure she had not missed a single hair and smiled. “Very good, slave. Now, go take a relaxing shower. One of us will be back in a little while to see if you have any questions."
"Thank you, Mistress,” Sheridan said, watching Yelena leave. Wow!
* * * *
Yelena met Ross in the hall.
"Well?"
"She's good, my darling Master Ross. Why do I think you're ... you're falling in love with her?"
"I can't explain it."
"But..."
"I know but she has this damned power over me."
"Be careful with your heart and your soul, my love,” she warned. Yelena kissed him, then walked away.
Ross Beckham's life felt turmoil he hadn't experienced in years. He'd been on the rodeo circuit riding bareback and saddle bronc—some of the nastiest horses he'd ever ridden. At one of the events, he met Miss Rodeo Whatever and they fell in love, or so he had thought, until she left him beaten up and broken down in a motel in Omaha, Nebraska. She had a husband she never let on about because she'd lose her title, since rodeo beauties were supposed to be single and weren't allowed to fraternize with the participants.
They'd snuck around until one night, an oaf the size of Schwarzenegger showed up and beat him senseless, ending his rodeo career. He started drinking right after getting out of the hospital, drifting. A man found him, cleaned him up, brought him to this ranch and gave him his life back. Ross became the man's sole heir when he passed, the Spread R Bar Ranch his, though Ross chose to manage it and do the same work he asked of his employees. Ross Beckham became stronger—emotionally and physically—and devoted his life to repaying his debts.
Now, he experienced feelings he thought long dead. Yelena's concern warmed him. If he and Sheridan ... He felt his body's reaction to the mere thought of her and decided to go swimming. Maybe the cold water of his favorite pond would settle his heated emotions. God, help me!
* * * *
Master R watched Sheridan shower, her body perfect. She dried off, then lay across the king-size bed. He watched her struggle to get comfortable and could tell the latest revelations in her life overwhelmed her.
"Slave Sheridan,” he quietly said. Sitting in his office at his desk, he could watch her, or any of the clients while talking to them from a safe distance.
"Master R?"
"Yes, slave. I want you to stretch out on your back, legs wide apart and arms out to your side."
"Yes, Master,” she said, obeying his command.
"You've had a great deal to accept in the last several hours. Are you all right?"
"I'm not sure. I thought you would be training me personally."
"I am extremely involved in your training. More than you could ever imagine. My question to you, slave, is this..."
"Master?"
"How does it feel to know you are a true and natural submissive?"
"Honestly, Master? It feels wonderful. I've always felt the need to be in absolute control of everything in my life."
"And now?"
"It feels good not to worry about what I will do here. Master Ross explained how my needs will be provided for. To be able to put my being into your hands and relinquish my control over my body to you explains a lot to me. Deep down, I knew this but never allowed myself to see everything. A patient questioned me and I learned I have issues. In other words, I can't cure others, if I can't heal myself."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, Master, I am. You're giving me the chance to learn about so many
aspects of my being."
"So, if I command you to jump out the window..."
"I'll use my safe word."
"Which is?"
"Therapist."
"Very good, slave."
"Thank you, Master."
"Do you have any questions for me?"
"No, Master."
"I want you to explore your body. Start at your throat, then slowly work your way down to your breasts. Seduce me while you allow yourself to bond with your body."
He watched Sheridan do something he realized she had never allowed herself to do. She obviously never let her body speak to her. From her conversation earlier, he got the impression she thought she was being kinky using a vibrator—even dirty. Master R studied her movements, knowing she held back.
"I said seduce me, slave."
"I'm sorry, Master R, I don't know how."
This stopped him. Never had he had such a naïve student. Could this become a problem? He reached for a control panel, pressing a button.
"Yes, Master,” a sultry feminine voice answered.
"Erika, go to Slave Sheridan. She needs to be taught how to seduce a man."
"Yes, Master."
"I have started so you may take it from there."
"Yes, Master."
"Slave, I want you to trace your nipples, feel them rise with desire,” he ordered, turning back to the monitor. He watched Sheridan's fingers trace around her buds but he could tell she felt nothing. Erika entered the room, Master R sitting back to watch.
* * * *
"Slave Sheridan, please sit up and watch me. Master wants seduction and you need to learn how."
"Yes, Mistress."
Erika stood in the center of the room, knowing exactly where her master's camera aimed. Her tall, beautiful body complimented her classic beauty. Full breasts and hips, she could have posed for the ancient Greek sculptors, immortalized for eternity.
She licked her lips, then slid her long fingers in and out of her mouth—one by one. Gracefully, she let her hands trail down the curves of her neck to her chest. Lightly, she brushed her fingertips along the curves of her breast, tracing lazy circles around her nipples. Lost in her self-pleasure, she cupped her breasts, squeezing them. Her thumbs and forefingers caught her nipples and pricked them, a jolt racing through her body.
Her body writhed, needing attention. Her hand slipped to her pussy—gracefully, slowly, seductively.
"Mistress Erika, come for me,” his voice commanded.
"Thank you, Master,” she murmured as she slid her finger into her pussy and finger fucked herself while her other hand still ministered to her nipples. She cried out with sheer satisfaction, her body dancing with the orgasm coursing through her.
"Mistress, come to me."
"Yes, Master R,” she cried out before she left the room.
Erika ran to Master R's office and straight to his side. He kissed her, their tongues dancing, her hands still in place. He took one of her nipples and suckled it while his hand went to hers and pressed it against her pussy, thrusting her finger farther into her core. He slid his finger along hers and together, they finger fucked her pussy, Erika holding back her cries.
"Ride me, Erika."
"Yes,” she cried out as he helped her straddle his lap, his cock teasing the entry to her divine Eden.
"Call to me, Erika. Let our slave know the rewards she can expect."
"Master!” she screamed as his explosive release filled her. She fell against him, spent while the last shocks rippled through her.
"Thank you, Erika, you are perfection."
"Thank you, Master."
* * * *
Sheridan watched Mistress Erika, her own body turned on by the sight of a beautiful woman pleasuring herself. She found herself mirroring her mistress’ movements, then felt lost when Master R called Erika to him. Listening to them and out of control, her body craved more. She felt shocks run through her for the first time in her life. Always raised to believe self-pleasure was dirty, she'd never really done it. With her vibrator, she'd quickly find her spot, enjoy the weak release it created, then walk away. Never had she felt anything like this.
Moaning, she shuddered, her climax overtaking her. She didn't care what happened next or later, her present dictated her body's actions and she allowed it to let go.
"Yes ... Yes...” she cried out, her body weak from exhaustion.
She dozed off, satisfied. Thank you...
Chapter 3
Sheridan walked into her room after a vigorous workout. Over the last two days, she'd been introduced to punishment and rewards. The day after her arrival, Master R sent Mistress Erika in to train her in the art of seduction. Because she'd loudly pleasured herself after Master R called Mistress Erika to him, punishment was due.
Erika explained it to her, Sheridan understanding the logic. Sheridan endured her punishment—spanking with a suede paddle. The strange thing—she enjoyed it and begged Erika to allow her to come.
"No,” Erika quietly answered, handing out the true punishment.
When she entered the room, she found a huge box with a note sitting on the bed.
You will wear only what is in this box tonight.
Ross will command your experience.
Then he will advise me how well you performed.
Behave, Slave Sheridan—R
Her body tightened feeling the heat coming from the handwritten note. She put it down to open the box, then gasped. She pulled out a slinky metallic minidress and stiletto-heeled sandals, guessing what her next adventure might be. The garment taking up the rest of the box stunned her. She gingerly lifted a chinchilla parka, holding the soft but expensive coat to her face. A bit of it brushed her skin sending tremors through her extremely aroused and ready body.
She dropped the towel, slipping her naked body into the coat. Its satin lining caressed her, her nerve endings feeling every bit of it. Never had she felt as erotic as she did now, wishing Master R could see her.
"Very nice, Slave."
"Thank you, Master,” she said, looking for him. As usual, she spoke to his voice, which drove her insane.
"Do you like the gifts?"
"Yes, Master."
"They are yours to keep, even if we part..."
"Master, we won't. You're giving me everything I've asked for."
"Outstanding, now remove the coat."
"Yes, Master,” she said, obediently removing the coat and carefully replacing it in the box.
"Move to the center of the room where I can see your gorgeous body."
She did, her hands behind her and her head bowed.
"Good, slave, your memory serves you well."
"Thank you, Master,” she said. This one compliment caused her nipples to harden, her breasts swelling with more need while her pussy creamed, a trickle running down her leg. Her body begged for release.
"Very nice, slave. Now, I want you to play with your breasts. Massage them to ease your ache."
Sheridan quickly obeyed, able to seduce him. The sound of his deep voice caressing her entire body like a velvet cape, she couldn't believe the sensations from this one simple act.
"Tease your nipples, then tell me how you feel."
She brushed her thumbs over her firm buds while kneading her breasts. The sensation jolted her.
"I feel like electricity has touched me. My nipples sting..."
"Very good. Part your legs, slave.” She did, receiving another compliment. “I want you to slide your hand down to your mons. After we're done here, I order you to shave it and your pussy. I like my slaves cleanly denuded, something you have not done since Yelena's skilled hand. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master, I'm sorry. I'll do anything to please you."
"Tease your clit, then slide one of your very long sexy fingers into your core."
Sheridan did, her will no longer hers in any way. She neared climax before sliding her finger inside her wet heat.
"Please, Master, may I come?"
"Yes, Sheridan, you may."
She heard nothing but her name, his voice perfect, making her body go over the edge as it submitted to his complete control over her. The orgasm ripped through her, dropping her to her knees. She cried out his name, begging him to come to her.
"Please, Master, let me..."
"Not yet, slave. Once you feel up to it, you will obey my instructions, shower, then dress to meet Ross. He'll escort you tonight and explain how your evening will proceed. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master,” she said, tears in her eyes, sadness in her voice.
"What's wrong, slave?"
"Nothing, except I need a man I've never met but whose beautiful voice controls me."
Sheridan dropped into a heap on the soft carpet, spent from what her master put her through. Once she could stand, she slowly walked to the bathroom. She heard a knock on the door.
"Yes?"
"Master R sent me to shave your..."
"Wonderful. I don't think I can handle doing it right now."
"He thought not. Stretch out on the table in your dressing room.” This time, Erika followed Sheridan to the massage table, standing off to the side of the huge dressing room of her suite. Sheridan stretched out, comfortable with Erika.
"I see there are no ill effects from the paddle."
"No, Mistress. Thank you for your mercy."
"You may not be so grateful after this. You disobeyed Master R by not shaving. He needs you to be punished for this."
"But he..."
"No, buts,” Erika said. “Master Ross told you the first night and so did Master R and Mistress Yelena but you disobeyed. You've been given one free pass but no more."
"Yes, Mistress, forgive me."
Erika brought over a tray with what she needed and a flogger. Sheridan steeled herself for it, her nails sinking into the padding under the leather of the table.
"Spread your legs, slave."
Sheridan did, closing her eyes.
Snap!
She felt the sting of the flogger on her mons. Another one landed on her pussy, Sheridan jolting. She held back her cries, not wanting to have Mistress Erika add to the punishment. Another sting a little harder, sent thrills through her body as it betrayed her. Her body writhed, half in pain while the other half wanted more—the pleasure overwhelming her.
