by L. L. Chance
To my surprise, she did it without questioning me and with only a slight blush to her cheeks. Master looked surprised as well, and when he caught my eye, I gave him a smile and a wink. I’d definitely earned myself a private reward for my idea, and could hardly wait.
Even though I’d just helped him, I wanted to make sure he knew I was still the number one girl in line for his attentions. When he relaxed into his armchair with a drink at the end of the session, I was quick to clean off his prick, and give him the relief I knew he needed after a two hour ordeal.
He was especially attentive to my needs when he came to visit me in my room that night, and I began to think the situation was workable, even if Shelly wound up staying on as more than just another staff member. I was content for more than one reason that night when I fell asleep.
Once the new batch of toys were ready for testing, he called all the girls together and offered a healthy bonus to anyone who participated for a minimum of one hour. None of them were about to pass up the opportunity to be paid for a night of multiple orgasms, and the playroom was soon festooned with bound, moaning girls.
Sylvia decided to have a little fun with both Mistress Claire and me, binding us together in a sixty-nine while she manually played with the program controlling our toys. She even selected one of the new toys for herself, although she used it in the more conventional sense and avoided using any of his devious programs.
She played the two of us like a lute, driving us to the brink of climax and letting us slide back down again multiple times, driving both of us crazy. I took to watching the other girls to try and distance myself from her torments, and saw Master pick one of the new and improved orgasm denial models for Shelly. I had no sympathy for her, considering my current plight.
Even though Sylvia was keeping me well distracted, I was still able to pick up Shelly’s whining and begging for relief as the insidious program began breaking down the wall of her restraint. It wasn’t long before she was begging to suck Master’s cock, and he reluctantly (yeah right sure) agreed eventually.
It turned out Sylvia wasn’t unaware of the situation, since she began driving the two of us slowly higher and higher, finally allowing us to cum at the same instant the two of them did. It was four orgasms of epic proportions, and might’ve been five since I think she came as well, but I wasn’t sure since I was more than a little distracted at the time.
I was a little sad by the time the night was over, since she volunteered to give him another blowjob before being released, and I was pretty sure he’d won her over. I don’t think she realized it yet, but it was a done deal as far as I was concerned.
The only thing uncertain was what I was going to do about it. I could accept the secondary role like I did with Claude and Sylvia, or I could give it all up and go back to San Francisco with her next month. Either choice had the possibility of keeping me happy, but did I really want to spend the rest of my life playing second fiddle?
Maybe there was a third option.
The Third Option
I’d made a promise to myself that no matter what happened, the Master’s happiness was what mattered most. To that end, I began helping Shelly get used to her new life, and made sure Sylvia and Mistress Claire… I mean Mistress Grey as she like to be called now… were both onboard with my plan.
They were giving her all kinds of helpful advice about how to behave as a proper submissive, how to best please a Dom, and how to dress to keep him happy. I recognized most of their training and advice from what I’d gone through in the past, and helped her out with a few of my own kernels of wisdom.
I also joined her in her wardrobe change, since I’d never really been comfortable with really stringent uniforms in the past and decided to work on it along with her. Each morning we’d lace each other into heavily boned corsets with either quarter or half cups to give our assets a little support, and after only a week of working at it, we were both comfortable in seven-inch ballet boots.
She made a gag and both wrist and ankle cuffs a part of her regular wardrobe, but I skipped that part since I’d slowly taken on a more dominant role with the rest of the staff. I no longer corrected them when they called me Mistress, and became quick with the crop when they addressed me common.
Never one to miss a thing, Sylvia began calling me by my proper name, Lilith, and changed my lessons to include the things a top needed to know. It wouldn’t be long before our year here was up, and no matter how much I might’ve wished for things to turn out different, change is the one thing that’s inevitable. Change could be good, though, as long as you learned not to fight it when it was impossible to avoid.
I stayed away during Shelly’s (and Edward’s) final test, but heard it was an unparalleled success. She’d become utterly devoted to being his submissive, and controlling her was like a lifelong dream come true for him. I wished them well.
While I’d been deliriously happy as a submissive for the last two years, I knew I could never go back to that life, either under Claude or Edward. I still loved them both more than they’d ever know, but I had to keep moving forward.
I’d broken the chains of my own creation, and now that I was unchained, moving forward meant trying the other side of the whip, as Claire was so fond of saying. None of them seemed surprised at my choice, and Sylvia was extremely supportive, offering to teach me things I couldn’t learn anywhere else.
Edward’s friends, Brandon and Jerry, were interested in getting some of the same training that Sylvia provided for him, and to that end, decided to stay here another year. She’d teach me alongside them, and I couldn’t refuse since as training grounds, this place couldn’t be beat.
My growing control over the household staff didn’t go unnoticed, so I was put in charge of them officially, and well paid for it as well. I now had more zeros showing in my bank account than I’d ever hoped to see in a lifetime, and all of them were on the proper side of the decimal place.
I wasn’t exactly as happy as I should’ve been, but nobody ever promised me that change would be easy. I was content that I’d found a balance in my life that should be beneficial in the long run, and that was good enough for me. I still wished things might’ve worked out differently, but what’s a girl to do? I stuck to my unchained path.
Of course, the others noticed the resigned changes in my attitude before I did, and had one final surprise for me.
***
“Mistress Lilith, the Master wishes you to join him in the playroom at your earliest possible convenience.”
“Thank you, Shelly, you can tell him I’ll be down shortly.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she replied, before turning and hobbling away at top speed.
I quickly finished assigning the backlog of extra duties to the girls before heading down, wondering what he needed me for. Never one to stand on formality unless the situation absolutely called for it, he usually just sought me out himself whenever he needed something.
He was alone in the playroom working on his computer, which was highly unusual for him. If he wanted to work, he went to his office or the shop, and if he went to the playroom, he was never alone. It was almost a genuine, carved in stone rule, yet here he was.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked, more than a little curious about what he was up to now.
“Yes,” he replied, peering at me over the screen of his laptop, a drink halfway to his lips. “It’s been brought to my attention that I haven’t been quite as appreciative about what you’ve done for me as I should’ve been.”
“You’ve done plenty for me,” I said, waving him off before he got too mushy.
“Nevertheless, there’s one thing I owe you that I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t at least make the attempt.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“Strip and assume the proper position, slave!” he barked, making me jump.
After spending so much time as a complete submissive, my hands had automatically flown to my shirt when he ordered me to strip. I
caught myself and paused, looking up at him with the unspoken question in my eyes. He gave me a broad smile, a faint nod, and a little wink.
I allowed the corners of my mouth to twitch slightly in response, and resumed following his commands. Regardless of the path I’d chosen or whatever the future might bring, I’d at least get one final romp with him. He was a true Master now, and through body language alone I simultaneously submitted to his command, and challenged him to do his worst.
He was smart enough to recognize the challenge for what it was, and the feral gleam I saw in his eyes told me he was up to the task. I gulped as I was struck by a sudden attack of nerves, and hoped I hadn’t just bitten off more than I could chew.
Despite my reservations, I quickly stripped and stood proud before him, refusing to hang my head like the proper submissive he expected me to be. I’d already decided to obey his commands no matter what they might be, but if he wanted my obedience then I wanted to make him work for it. This was going to be doubly fun.
He made me stand with my arms and legs spread wide while he fastened suspension cuffs on my ankles and wrists, and regular padded cuffs at my elbows and knees. He was very methodical in his approach, and even though I messed him up by twitching or shifting slightly at critical points, he soon had them all locked in place and ready to move forward.
He chose an adjustable posture collar next, and I cringed despite myself. When the adjusting rod was cranked outward, the adjustable collar was the toughest one to endure. I was surprised he didn’t gag me before buckling it tight, since it was strict enough to make getting my mouth open wide enough to accept a proper gag almost impossible.
If he was trying to impress me, he’d failed by making his first major mistake. I didn’t bother to correct him, though, since this was supposed to be his show. If I was running things, I would’ve used a gag and blindfold from the start to keep myself guessing. Maybe he wasn’t as good as he thought he was.
He was still in charge, though, so when he ordered me to lie face down on the floor, I quickly complied. He used the winch chains to hold me in a loose spread eagle, and I couldn’t help but let a little giggle out at his newbie efforts. He instantly gave me a quick set of swats to my ass to remind me of my place, and of my need to remain silent unless given permission to speak.
I was glad I refrained from calling him a newbie when he continued with his plan and put his winches to good use. The front ones were running through rings on the side walls, and when he tightened them up, it pulled my arms firmly to the side, lifting my upper body off the ground in the process.
A wide belt around my waist was connected to another winch above me, and not only pulled my stomach off the ground, but made breathing as difficult as any well-laced corset. It was possible he knew what he was doing after all.
My legs were next, and it wasn’t long before they were straining not only upwards, but far out to the side… it almost felt like I was doing the splits before he dropped the winch controls, and I was starting to sweat from the incredible strain I was under.
Not content to keep me simply restrained, he turned his attention to the elbow and knee cuffs, turning ‘restrained’ into completely and almost painfully taut. I was very glad I hadn’t given in to the impulse and sassed him.
I was completely immobile and suspended above the ground, with my head at waist level, my arms and legs high in the air above me, and my lower body about a foot off the ground. It was difficult, but the number of restraint points made it bearable… barely.
Once he was finished and I was as tight as a guitar string, he pulled up a chair in front of me and simply sat and stared into my eyes with an amused expression on his face. I had no choice but to return his gaze, since the strict posture collar kept my head from moving more than a millimeter or two in any direction.
“My sweet little Lily,” he said, startling me by addressing me that way. “I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me and what it cost you to do so. I’m not completely oblivious to how women feel, although I’ll admit I’m not overly observant. It took me a while to figure it all out, and at this point, all I can do is try to make it up to you, at least a little.”
For once it wasn’t tough to remain silent, since his words left me completely speechless. He might’ve been denser than plutonium, but he wasn’t stupid after all. I shuddered as he began caressing my breasts, and hoped he wasn’t just messing with my mind.
“You’ve chosen a new path, just like I did, but before you go down that road I’d like to have one last session with you. The memory of this night will stay with us for the rest of our lives. I’ve made sure of that.”
I was a little confused by his comment, but not for long. Sylvia and Claire entered the room, followed by Brandon and Jerry. It appeared this wasn’t going to be a private scene after all, and they all wasted no time in gathering around me.
Ten hands began their sensual assault, touching every erogenous zone on my body at once and driving my libido into immediate overdrive. If they were all intending on having some fun with me, it’d make what the girls did with Amber look like mere foreplay.
Edward slid underneath me once he was sure I was completely delirious with lust, positioning himself with his cock brushing against my dripping folds. One of the many available hands helped guide his rod inside me, and I came close to cumming the moment he filled me completely.
The others weren’t just standing around, either. Someone began lubing up my rear, sliding a pair of fingers in and out to help get me ready for whichever one of them it was. I’m guessing it was Jerry, since Brandon came around front and slowly stripped away his clothes mere inches from my face.
He was already hard, and as he began sliding it in my mouth, I felt the third prick press insistently against my rosebud. A few seconds later I had all three cocks inside of me, making slow love to me in every hole. I could barely think straight from the massive overload of sensations, although I vaguely realized he’d known what he was doing after all when he left me ungagged.
That was the last thought to cross my mind for some time, though, since my first orgasm rolled over me like a tidal wave, washing away my spare brain capacity like a sand castle on the beach at high tide. I’d never been with three men at once before, and with the addition of the probing fingers of the girls, I found myself driven to a peak that shouldn’t have been humanly possible.
Brandon was the first of them to cum, and in my current state I wasn’t sure how I didn’t choke on it. Instinct is a wonderful thing. My fading orgasm reignited at around the same time that Jerry came in my bum, and this time I saw stars in my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through every fiber of my body. I was glad Brandon had finished already, since I could barely catch my breath.
Now only Edward was left inside me… I guess I should be calling him Master Laste right now, considering the way he was controlling the scene and dominating me like I’ve never been dominated before. He maintained his slow and steady pace, gently bringing me down off my orgasm, while still keeping the fires from dying out.
It gave me the chance to catch my breath a little, but just as I thought I was recovering nicely, I felt a pair of stinging blows on my ass. Brandon and Jerry had come to the sides to fondle my breasts, so it must’ve been Sylvia and Claire spanking me.
Right after their swats landed, Brandon and Jerry each flicked my nipple with the tip of their fingernails, causing a second surprising wave of pain to shoot through me. A moment later I felt another pair of swats to the butt, followed by another nipple flick, and I was gasping for air again.
They’d have to use a metronome to get better timing, because by the third round their punishment was perfectly in sync with each other, and with the thrusting of Master Laste’s cock as well. Out and slap, in and flick… I felt myself being driven back up to the peak in record time, and even when he started pumping faster, they matched his pace precisely.
I was actually bouncing up and down in my suspension with
the power of his thrusts when he finally came, and that was the last bit I needed as well. I came along with him and our screams of passion were fused together as much as our bodies were at that moment.
We were both limp and exhausted by the time we were finished, although unlike him, I couldn’t do more than hang limp in my binds while I slowly recovered. Sylvia sat on the floor in front of me after he slipped away, staring at me with an amused expression on her face.
“I think that was an acceptable start to the night, don’t you little one?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, still panting slightly.
“Even though I’ll be giving you advanced training as a top, we wanted to make sure you never forget what it’s like to be on the receiving end.”
“Thank you, Mistress, and thank you all. I’ll definitely be remembering this night for a long time to come.”
“What makes you think the night is over?” she chuckled. “Technically speaking, you still have six hours left on your contract. We plan on making the most of it, don’t we, everyone?”
I heard the others acknowledge her words a moment before I felt their hands on my body again and her words finally sank in; six more hours of this? My heart might not be able to handle it, but if I died, then there was no better way to go than with people you loved.
***
I took some time off once my contract was officially over and did simple girly things that I hadn’t done in over a year. I went shopping, had my hair styled, got a manicure and pedicure, and saw a romantic comedy at the local theater. I ate lots of fatty junk foods I was sure would go straight to my ass, but I didn’t care because I was having so much fun.
That lasted for about a week before I became terribly bored by it all. I went shopping again, this time going to a fetish store in the next town where I bought a full length leather catsuit and changed into it immediately. I left my blouse and slacks in the trash without giving them a second glance.
