by Diana Hunter
And now he started a rhythm, over and over, landing the flogger on her breasts, on her stomach, her thighs—everywhere but her pussy. Unceasingly he raised and lowered the instrument of her torture until her entire body was pink. Tears flowed from Jill’s eyes at the sweet torment and she moaned over and over.
Anton stopped and looked to Master William, who held up his hand. Anton’s arm rested at his side and Phillip stepped forward now, holding a glass of ice. Kneeling beside the sniffling woman, he took an ice cube and ran it around her lips. Jill’s tongue flicked out, licking the water and Phillip let her suck on the cube a moment while he held it.
Satisfied that her mouth was no longer dry, he removed the cube, trailing it down along her chin to her neck, letting it rest a moment in the hollow of her throat before continuing to trail it to her sore breasts. Around and around he moved the ice cube, making a figure eight between her breasts as the ice brought relief, and pain of a different sort.
The ice cube all but gone, he left the small piece that remained in the dip created by Jill’s navel. Standing, he gave a small bow to Master William who motioned to Anton to continue.
Sarah knew what was coming, she was prepared for it. And yet the sudden cry from the slave and the way she arched her back took Sarah by surprise. Anton’s gentle blow had fallen directly on the slave’s pussy and obviously sent a wave of pleasure coursing through the woman’s body.
Again he let the flogger fall, and Phillip could see Sarah’s pussy lips, engorged with desire, rise to meet the blow. And when the slave on the table squirmed, Sarah unconsciously repeated the motion.
“Oh, please, Master,” Jill whimpered. “Please let me come.” And Sarah pleaded for the same release with her eyes.
Master William signaled to Anton for one more blow—one harder than he had yet given that delicate part of the body. He landed it and Jill screamed.
“Now, slave, take her.”
Anton looked to his Mistress for permission and received it. Kneeling between Jill’s legs, he poised his cock before her opening. Sarah hadn’t realized how hard the beating had made him, but his thick cock was certainly ready. She could almost see it pulsating in the candlelight. Steadying himself by holding the hips of his fellow slave, he drove into her in one mighty thrust.
Sarah’s moan into her gag echoed that of Jill’s. Oh, how she wanted to be the one on that table! Over and over, her hips moved in time with Anton’s thrusts as he repeatedly took Jill’s helpless body. And when Jill cried out in her orgasm, Sarah moaned with her, her own body crying out its need.
Anton came soon after, tearing his cock from her pussy, letting his warm liquid spread itself on Jill’s stomach. The two of them grinned at one another as the afterglow settled down on them.
Phillip helped Master William to remove Jill’s bindings while Lady Aleshia got a warm cloth and cleaned both her own slave, and Jill. Anton gave Jill a hand off the table and the two slaves went to kneel before their respective Master and Mistress.
“You have done well, my little slave,” Sarah heard Master William tell Jill. “You shall serve me later when we go home. For now, I heard there was cheesecake!”
The sexual tension in the room vanished as they all laughed and turned to Phillip, who smiled and came over to the cage. For the first time since he put her in there, he addressed her.
“Ready to come out of there, slave?”
She nodded, her mind still whirling with the incredible scene she had just witnessed. Her own juices flowed freely, sticking to the sides of her thighs.
Jill approached with the towel once more and again dried Sarah’s chin and breasts. Sarah knew she should be embarrassed to have the other woman touch her there, but after what she had just seen, she had little room left for embarrassment.
Lady Aleshia now approached and, reaching around behind Sarah’s head, unlocked and removed the bit. Jill offered her a drink of water, and Sarah accepted it eagerly.
The two women moved away and Master William circled around to unlock an ankle. Sarah was acutely aware that from such a kneeling position, he had a clear view of her over-excited pussy. A tug at her other ankle drove the thought from her mind as she looked down to see Anton smiling up from her other side.
She flexed each ankle as Master William moved behind her to release her wrists from the cage, then released them from each other. For the first time since they had arrived, she had complete freedom of movement. Well, almost complete, she was still in the cage.
Then Phillip was before her, the others off to the side, watching. Sarah swallowed hard as she suddenly realized she was once again the center of attention. After what she had just witnessed, the cage was suddenly a safe place to be and she wasn’t sure she wanted to leave it.
Phillip saw the uncertainty in her eyes and took his time with the lock. She had done beautifully all night and his heart beat hard, knowing that he had fallen the rest of the way in love with her tonight. So helpless she had looked, so frightened—and yet, she let the wanton side of her be exposed as Anton took Jill before her eyes. He knew then that she was the one he had searched for.
Opening the door, he put his hand out, expecting her to put her hand in his. But instead, she lifted her leash and set it in his hand instead. Their eyes met, and he could not speak. Did she realize what she had just done?
She did. As he had fussed over the lock, giving her time, Sarah watched him, finally understanding what he wanted of her. She had seen it tonight in the way the other slaves served and with all her heart, she wanted to give her servitude to him. His hand came out to her in a gesture of peace and, without hesitation, she placed her leash, her symbol of subservience and slavery, into his palm.
Sarah stepped out of the cage, her eyes locked on Phillip’s as he gently held her leash in his hand. She felt so strong, so confident, so comfortable with him, her semi-nude state was no longer an issue. He motioned to the others and she turned to face them, unbound for the first time that evening.
“Sarah, I would like you to meet my friends.” He nodded and the Mistress stepped forward, a smile of welcome on her face. “Lady Aleshia,” announced Phillip as if Sarah was meeting her for the first time.
And in a sense she was, Sarah realized as the Mistress took her hands and kissed each cheek. She was not the same Sarah Jackson-Parker standing here now that she was when she walked out of the bedroom earlier tonight. There had definitely been a change inside her. She felt bigger, expanded—as if all the world could just barely contain her being.
As Master, it was Will’s turn next and he also took the new slave by the hands, squeezing them in welcome as he kissed her cheeks. Sarah’s eyes were radiant, newborn. He remembered the moment when he had seen the change occur for Jill. At that moment Jill had become the love of his life. Phillip had just found his.
Jill and Anton came forward together, putting their arms around her and giving her a huge hug. Laughter welled up inside her; her joy was too big to be contained. She had passed an important test tonight, and a major barrier had fallen. She could not help but laugh in the embrace of the other two as the three hugged each other, all of them wearing little or no clothing whatsoever.
Now Phillip turned to Sarah, his own joy spilling over into a grin that split across his face, deepening his dimples. “I love you, Sarah-my-slave.” His eyes grew more serious at his public admission. “I will love you forever.”
Her heart caught in her throat. Her tears of laughter threatened to spill as tears of pure joy. “I love you, Phillip-my-Master. I will love you forever.”
Their kiss was deep and passionate. The room faded and Sarah knew only the taste of Phillip’s lips, knew only the warmth of his arms as they encircled her. Sarah’s scent filled Phillip’s mind as his tongue eagerly entwined with hers and he forgot his guests as he reveled in the embrace of the woman he loved.
A cleared throat eventually brought the two of them back to a wider reality. Phillip’s voice was husky with emotion as his hand reac
hed up to grasp Sarah’s leash where it connected to her collar. Possessively, he gripped it and growled at her, “My guests are hungry, slave. Feed them the cheesecake.”
She burst out laughing and the passion of the moment calmed to a general feeling of well-being. He led her into the kitchen with the others following in their own fashion. It was short, but careful work to cut the cheesecake and serve it. Phillip took quite a bit of ribbing from the others about the fact that he used tooth floss to cut it with. But he showed Sarah how easily the floss slid through the cake and made clean pieces with neat edges.
The pieces cut, she picked up two plates and took them to the table where the others already had pulled up chairs. Biting her lip, she wasn’t sure of the protocol for serving them. But Jill rescued her. “Mostly you serve Master William and Lady Aleshia first, because they’re above us. Sometimes you can serve the slave, who will then, in turn, serve his or her own master. But we’re an informal group—give those two pieces to the Master and Mistress.”
Sarah nodded her thanks and noted that Will’s face beamed with pride at Jill’s instructions. She felt an answering smile as she recognized the bond between them. It was the same bond she now felt between her and Phillip.
Going back out to get more plates, Sarah glanced at the clock, then stopped in astonishment. She had figured she had been in the cage about four hours—but by the clock, it had been a little over two. Her eyes squinted at the timepiece as if her stare could make it reflect her reality instead of everyone else’s. When Phillip handed her two more plates, she added a third, taking out his plate as well as the plates for the other two slaves before returning to the kitchen one last time for her own. Glaring at the traitor clock, she picked up her own piece of the dessert and took the last chair at the table. The conversation ebbed and flowed, much as it had with her own friends the night before.
But she had to stifle a giggle at the comparison. If those friends could see her now, sitting here, mostly nude, with a naked man and a naked woman also sitting at the table, conversing as if it were the most normal thing in the world…well, they just wouldn’t believe it. A brief image of Beth in Lady Aleshia’s chair with Paul taking Anton’s place flashed through her mind and again she dismissed it as being just too silly.
She ate her cheesecake in very small bites. Her jaw was quite sore from wearing the bit for such a long time and each mouthful reminded her of her position. She found it a soreness she wanted to savor.
The night grew late and at last it was time for the others to take their leave. Will and a now-dressed Anton helped Phillip to move the heavy cage back into the dungeon while Jill, Sarah, and Lady Aleshia moved the furniture back into place. Finished, the three of them surveyed the room and Sarah ventured a question.
“Is it permitted for me to ask questions of you?” she began tentatively.
Lady Aleshia looked puzzled. “Of course. I expect you have many questions.”
Sarah smiled shyly. “Too many to even put into words, I think. But only one for right now.”
The two women smiled at her and Sarah took courage. “What happened here tonight…does this happen every time you get together?”
Lady Aleshia laughed, a deep, rich laugh that did not mock, but rather, understood. “We usually plan something of the sort about once a month. Other times we do more mundane activities. Phillip has not joined us for about a month, since his attentions were elsewhere.”
Sarah blushed as she understood the woman’s meaning. “I did not mean to keep him from you,” she stammered.
The Lady’s laugh softened into a smile. “Perhaps you did not mean it, but I see it was well worth the time spent.” The mirth faded from her eyes and she held Sarah in her gaze. “You will make him a fine slave, Sarah. He does not love easily. In all the years I’ve known him, and that has been many, he has never given his heart. Not once. Not until tonight. You treat him well.”
There was a warning implicit in the Lady’s words and Sarah nodded, her heart suddenly in her throat. The men’s return saved her from having to respond.
“Well, you take care of your Master, slave,” Will told her with a wink to let her know he approved of her. “The man needs someone to keep him honest!”
“We’ll get together some time this week, just us slaves,” Jill told her. “I know you’re going to have loads of questions in a day or two when what happened here tonight sinks in. Master Phillip has my number.”
Hugs and pecks were distributed around and the foursome took their leave. The house suddenly grew quiet in their absence. Sarah helped Phillip extinguish all the candles but one. Picking it up, he came to her and again held out his hand. A small thrill ran through him when she placed her leash in his. Silently he led them to the bedroom where he set the candle on the nightstand.
“Come here, my slave,” he said softly and Sarah glided into his arms. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs with his scent as he held her close. He nestled his nose into her hair, never wanting to let go. They stood entwined in their own world for many heartbeats before Sarah broke the spell by yawning.
They both laughed, the tired laugh one has after a long, successful evening. He undid the clasp on her bra and removed it. She started to take off the stockings, but he put his hand on hers. “Let me,” he murmured. “Let me service my slave tonight.”
She sat on the edge of the bed as he rolled down her stockings, caressing her legs and rubbing her sore feet. The heels of her shoes weren’t very high, but after being in them all night long, her toes were tired.
Her garter belt, too, he slipped off, then took her legs and gently raised them to the bed. She watched as he undressed, blew out the candle, and came to join her.
“Phillip…” she began.
“Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Not tonight. Tomorrow will be time enough to question. Tonight there is only our love.” He kissed her then, his mouth covering hers in the darkness. His arm wrapped around her and she melted into him, letting him carry her down, wrapping her leg over his as the kiss deepened.
He would take her with tenderness tonight, the animal had gone to sleep. Slowly his hands drifted over her body, relishing her softness, her curves. Every part of her belonged to him and he wanted to touch each part, own it again, and give thanks for it. She held his head and her fingers entwined in his hair as he bent to kiss her breasts, leaving a wonderful trail of warmth behind his movements.
His hand parted her legs and she rolled onto her back, letting his fingers caress the folds hidden there. Her sex was potent from the night’s activities, but he breathed it in deeply and her heart soared. It was the final goodbye to her deceased husband, who never liked her aroused odor. For a moment, she thought she saw him standing in the doorway, but she blinked and he was gone. Completely gone, she realized. Instead, she belonged to Phillip.
The realization heightened her desire—she belonged to him now. Before those had been just words, but now they were reality. She arched her back as he entered her, spreading her legs wider to take all of him inside.
Inside where it was warm and comfortable. Inside her body as he was inside her heart. Phillip bent down and kissed her as she came, much as he had the first night they made love. Her arms wrapped around him and he held her in his own, never wanting to let go. Together they rode the gentle waves of their orgasms, their bodies locked in love’s embrace.
* * * * *
Several hours later Phillip awoke, chilled in the night air. He had fallen asleep on top of her, his cock still buried deep inside. But now goose bumps crawled over his arms and he shifted, reaching down to find the blankets and cover them. She barely stirred and he realized her exhaustion had been just as much mental as it had been physical. He stretched out beside her and smiled as she snuggled in next to him, not even awake enough to realize she had done so. He wrapped his arm protectively around her and went back to sleep.
Chapter Eleven
Questions
Sarah was having the most del
icious dream. Warmth spread from her belly all the way up her body to tingle in her fingers. Rolling over in the bed, she dreamt of a warm tongue licking along the outer lips between her legs and in her dream, she spread her legs wide for the faceless stranger. A moan escaped her lips and it was that moan that woke her up.
It was no dream. She lay on her back and Phillip’s head rose to greet her, a dimple in his cheeks and the devil in his eyes.
“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. “Ready to get up? Or shall I continue?”
“Oh, by all means, continue!” She stretched, raising her arms over her head and yawning in her barely awake state.
“Hmmmm.” He propped himself up on one arm and stared along her length. “Methinks you have forgotten your manners, slave.”
She cocked an eye in his direction as his fingers toyed with her lips—pinching them and pushing them aside, but not taking her, not touching her clit. She was becoming more and more awake the more aroused he made her. “Please, Sir—please continue?” Her voice tightened as his fingers entered her, stretching her wide.
“Do you like this, my little slave? And did you like being on display last night?” His fingers began moving in and out of her, his thumb coming up to circle her clit. “Did you like being treated like a piece of property?” His fingers pressed deeply into her. “My property?”
She gasped and cried out. “Yes, oh yes, Master—I liked it. Oh, please, Sir…please let me come.”
His hand withdrew and he brought his fingers to his mouth. As she watched, he licked them clean. “Yes, slave—I will make you come.” His face disappeared and his tongue licked her from the depth of her slit, into her pussy and up to her clit where it made slow circles over and around her, driving her mad with desire. She arched her back, her hands clawing at the bed sheets. “Oh, Sir!! Please!”
She felt his finger dip into her pussy, then trail down between the cheeks of her rear, trailing nature’s lubricant all the way down. His finger pressed on the hole, then pushed inside. She was so wet, he had no trouble entering and he began fucking her ass with his hand as his tongue now impaled her pussy.
