They transfer the design onto my skin. The artist, Geoffrey, tells My Master, “Beautiful clit. You’re a lucky guy.”
“Thanks. I try to keep her up too, so it works very well.” I smile at his words. I’m proud to perform well for him, and it thrills me to hear him brag about me. He loves hearing men make comments about me.
Geoffrey starts the tattoo. Having never had one, I was unprepared and it hurts like a motherfucker, especially where it’s going. When he’s about halfway through, I’m pretty much crazed. My Master is holding my hand, and he says, “My Love, you’re cutting off the circulation in my fingers!”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry! It just hurts so much, Sir,” I tell him, breathless. Then he smiles.
“Geoffrey, would you hold up just a second, please?” When the artist stops, My Master stands and looks down into my eyes. “Look at me, baby. Straight into my eyes.” I feel him unzipping my vest and then the heat from his hands engulfs my breasts. He massages my nipples and I feel myself go wet―he has my body very well-trained.
“Keep looking into my eyes, My Love. You’ll do fine. He’s already over halfway finished. Look at me, right into my eyes. Ready?”
I know exactly what he’s doing, and the pressure is building. “Yes, My Master. I’m ready.”
“Okay, I’ll count it down. Three, two, one, come for me, precious.” I feel everything behind my clit and in my pussy start to throb and before I can whistle, the orgasm breaks over me gently, rocking my hips and making me moan low and soft. When it winds down, he takes his hands from my breasts and zips up my vest. He looks at Geoffrey and says, “Okay, you can start again. She’ll be fine.”
Geoffrey’s eyes are wide. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that before,” he whispers.
“Then you’ve never really known a master and his slave,” My Master smiles, and in that moment, I’m so proud to be his.
I desperately want to peel the bandage off the tattoo and look at it, but My Master forbids it. “They said keep it on for twenty-four hours, so that’s what you’re going to do.”
“Yes, My Master. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“My duty. And now, hmmm … I don’t want to take you from the front. It might damage the tattoo. On your hands and knees. Drop to your forearms. And let me hear your pleasure.”
“Yes, My Master.”
“First things first.” He pumps two fingers into my pussy and I groan. “You’re so wet and ready, My Love. I love my pussy. It belongs to me―you belong to me. I’ll use my pussy however I please. And it would please me to have you come before I fuck you.” As he plunges his fingers in and out of my cunt, he strokes my clit with his thumb. I’m wild with sensation, and I need to come so badly that I think I’ll die. “Would you like to come?”
“Yes, My Master,” I whimper, a pitiful sound of a slave who wants to be fucked, needs to be fucked.
“You will not come until I give permission.” He continues to stroke down into me, his fingers scalding my G-spot every time they rub across it. I feel the building of pressure that I can’t avoid. Just when I think I’ve got it under control, he starts to speed finger fuck me, and I know exactly what he’s doing. I’m wriggling, barely able to stand it, and he says, “I’ll tell you when I want you to turn loose. Are you ready?”
“Oh, yes, My Master! I need it!” I’m practically screaming. “Oh god!”
“Get ready.” He increases his speed, and it’s becoming unbearable for me. “Okay, I want you to,” and as he slips a finger of the other hand into my asshole, he finishes with, “come!”
As a scream leaves my lips, I feel the ejaculate shoot from my cunt. It almost splashes onto the sheets, and he laughs out, “Whoa! Oh, baby! That was quite a squirt! Good release?”
“Oh, yes, My Master! Oh god, please fuck me!” I’m panting and moaning.
He moves behind me and quick as a bolt of lightning his massive cock burrows into my pussy, setting my body on fire. Everything in me is hypersensitive and I’m begging him to go faster and deeper, feeling the friction within as his flesh pierces mine over and over. He slaps my ass with his hand and says, “Stay with me, My Love. I want you to come with me.”
“Yes, My Master,” I cry out. It’s taking everything I have to wait. My body needs release like it needs air and water.
“Come with me, My Love,” he moans, then reaches under and pinches my clit.
I explode, my hips rocking carefully to keep his cock from slipping out of my channel. His hardness is something I can’t get enough of, and I beg him to keep going, to slam into me and give me more. After what seems like forever, he groans, “Oh, god, My Love, I’m done,” and drops onto the mattress beside me, then pulls me down on top of him.
“My Love, you are a wonderful slave and an exceptionally fantastic fuck,” he whispers into my ear.
“Thank you, My Master. I only want to please you, My Master.”
“You do, precious girl.” He smiles at me. “I love you, Becca.”
“I love you too, Greg.” He kisses the top of my head and I snuggle into him, careful not to fall asleep in my puddle.
5
Gloria
I saw Becca and Greg Henderson leaving last night. It looked like they were dressed up; well, she was dressed up. And it was some kind of wild getup. I couldn’t see it very well, but it was weird. And some really, really high heels.
“Russell,” I said, “come over here and look at this. She looks like a street walker.”
“Oh, Gloria, if they’ve got on pants above their ankles they look like street walkers to you.”
“That’s not true! I wear shorts.” Well, they’re not really shorts. They’re more like capris. I don’t even like short pajama pants.
“Get away from that window! I swear, why don’t you take up knitting or working jigsaw puzzles or something that’s at least a little more productive than spying on the neighbors?”
“I’m not spying! I’m just trying to get to know them better, that’s all. The neighbors here aren’t very close. Wouldn’t it be nice if we were?”
“No. Not unless they want that, and they don’t seem to. And I don’t think spying on people is the same as being close to them.” Russell is reading some magazine. He’s just never interested in what’s going on around him.
So this morning I watch until Becca comes out to go to work and I run out to talk to her. “Hey, Becca! How are you?”
“Almost late for work,” she calls back. “Can’t talk right now. Gotta go.”
“Hey, I saw you last night when you were leaving. That was some getup you were wearing,” I call out.
She gives me a really funny look. Then she says, “Oh, yeah, I’m taking a dance class. Greg went to watch. It’s really fun. Gotta go, Gloria, really. See you another time.”
“Okay! Have a good day!” I call after her. She backs out and takes off down the street.
Dance class my rear end. At least she knows somebody’s watching.
6
Becca
“I want to talk to you about something,” My Master says after dinner. He’s been watching a show and I’m sitting on the floor, leaning against his legs while he strokes my hair.
“Yes, My Master?”
“I’ve been thinking about something. Come up here in my lap.” I climb up and get settled. “So I’ve got a question.”
“Yes, My Master?”
“I’ve been thinking about something that I would like. I’d like to take another slave.”
My heart almost stops. “Another slave, My Master? Am I not pleasing to you?”
“Oh, My Love, you absolutely are! But I’ve been thinking about how erotic it would be to have two women here, and she could benefit you too, help you around the house, all that. What do you think?”
There’s a sound in my head, and I’m pretty sure it’s my heart breaking. “Whatever pleases you, My Master.”
“Good girl. I think you’ll see that it’s
a good thing. I have someone in mind, and I want you to meet her. We’ll go and meet her tomorrow night.”
“Whatever pleases you, My Master.” I can’t think of anything else to say.
He puts a finger under my chin and lifts my face to his. “My Love, you know that no other slave could take your place. But this will be fun. If she’s good, we might want to make a commitment to her and vice versa. Let’s just try it, okay?”
“Whatever pleases you, My Master.” What else can I say? I don’t want another woman with My Master. This will be hard.
“Whatever pleases me right now is for you to suck my dick. Down on your knees right now and take it all.” As I get into position, he unzips his slacks and pulls out his cock. It’s pulsing, waiting for my mouth.
The head hits the soft back of my throat and I groan. That makes him groan. In five minutes, I sneak a peek up and he’s gone, his head back and eyes closed, his hands in my hair, moaning. Within a couple of minutes, his fingers are fisting my hair and he’s forcing my mouth down over his shaft. I love it; I want him to use me. It’s my reason for being.
I feel him tensing and I know he’s almost ready. I start to use more tongue, coursing up and down the ridge under his shaft, rimming the edge of the head, and he cries out and fills my mouth faster than I can swallow. He holds my head over his cock for a full thirty seconds, and my vision gets spotty. Then he yanks my head off his cock and I suck air.
“Oh, god, that was awesome. Back on it until it’s hard again, slave. Suck it hard.” I suck until he’s hard again. “Go get on the bed. I’ll be there in just a minute.”
I head down the hall, giddy over what’s about to happen. When he comes in, he barks, “Bend over the side of the bed. Arms stretched out.” When I lie face down and stretch out my arms, he pulls up two restraints and cuffs my wrists, then snaps them to two straps anchored to the legs of the bed on the far side. They hold me with my hips just at the edge of the bed. He comes back behind me and puts a cuff on each of my ankles, then straps them to the legs of the bed on that side. I’m tied in place and spread wide with my ass available. This is a new binding; we’ve never done this before.
The snap of the lid tells me he’s got the lube, and he coats my ass with it, then pumps two fingers into my rosette. I know he’s slathering lube on his dick, and within a minute he’s buried in my ass, the burn settling in and making me moan. He starts a healthy rhythm and I fall into it, trying to grind against him, but the restraints have me stretched out to the point that I’m unable to move at all. “I love a slave with a tight ass. Does it burn, slave?”
“Yes, My Master, it burns so good.”
“Good girl. I want to pound you.” He picks up the pace and the burn increases.
This won’t get me anywhere, and I don’t care. As long as he’s using me and enjoying me, that’s all I really care about. When he groans and empties himself into me, I’m grateful for his cum in me.
He wipes me up, then tells me, “Go and stand in the doorway.” Now I know what’s about to happen. He clips the cuffs on my ankles and wrists to eye bolts in the doorway so that I’m spread-eagle and wide open. Before I can blink, he’s back with some vicious nipple clamps and proceeds to suck and twist my nipples until they’re huge and hard, then snaps the clamps onto them. I cry out with the bite. Suddenly, the wand vibrator is back, and I almost jump. He starts the thing and slams it directly onto my clit, and I scream.
“You’re going to come three times, My Love. I won’t accept less.” I come the first time, shaking and screaming, and he holds the vibrator there as he reaches out and retracts the hood over my clit.
Everything from my waist down contracts and I convulse into the second orgasm. It’s powerful and scary, and I’m bucking and fighting to keep my legs under me. I don’t think I can do it again, but he says, “One more time, My Love. I enjoy knowing your pussy is burning and aching for me. Give me another one.”
I feel it building, and my body is fighting it, from fear, I suppose. I’m pretty sure it’ll kill me, and then he sticks his free hand between my legs and shoves a finger into my asshole.
I shriek and come, the intensity forcing me up onto my toes. There’s a part of me that wonders if this is what it feels like when lightning hits you. He holds the damn thing there until I’m almost unable to breathe, then turns it off and stands, bending his knees until he can line up. There’s so much force when he impales me on his length that he almost lifts me off the floor.
“Oh, god, My Master, please, please, fuck me good, sir. I need you to fuck me, My Master.” I’m almost incoherent, begging and pleading for him to fuck me until it hurts. I feel my body readying for the climax, and just as my belly starts to roll with my clenching muscles, he yells, “Oh, yeah, slave, take my cum!” He fills me, his cum and my juices mixed together and running out and onto the floor, and I feel ten feet tall, like the most powerful slave on the planet, satisfying the man who owns me. It’s my destiny.
His cock is my destiny. And I want to meet my destiny twenty times a day if I have time and energy. I’d like to think that when it’s my time to go, I take my last breath while he’s fucking me. That’s how I want to leave this earth, with his huge, hard cock buried deep inside my pussy. I don’t need anything else.
And I’m not sure I want to share that with anyone.
“Wear your black latex. It looks very good on you. I want you to make a good impression,” he tells me the next evening. I draw on my latex and some thigh-high stockings, then my ankle boots. My Master walks into the room and says, “You look spectacular, My Love. Just beautiful.” He wraps his arms around me and kisses me deeply, and before he stops, he shoves two fingers into my pussy. “No panties. Perfect. You’re perfect for me. Remember that.” He smiles as he withdraws his fingers and pulls back from me, then sticks them into my mouth for me to suck. “Time to go. Ready?”
“Yes, My Master, I’m ready.” I’m pretty sure I know where we’re going.
Sure enough, he pulls up to the front of the club. I love this place. No matter how many times I come here, it’s always exciting to me. He holds out an arm for me and I walk in, trying to look confident and happy. But I think I know why we’re here, and I’ve dreaded it.
He seats me at a table and goes to get drinks for us. I look around; I recognize some of the people tonight, and some I don’t. A friend of My Master’s is negotiating with a sub for a scene. I’ve watched him scene before. He has a monstrous cock, and it’s a pleasure to watch him work a sub.
“Here―your favorite.” He smiles and hands me a hurricane; he always remembers. While we drink and watch some of the scenes, he’s looking around. There’s a beautiful, young sub being tortured on the St. Andrew’s, and the Dom working her over looks happy with her performance. In a larger area, there’s a mature sub, a lovely woman with medium-length auburn hair. Two Doms are using her for their pleasure, one in her mouth and one in her ass. She moans loudly as they both come in her, and the one in her mouth pulls out and lifts her, presses her to the wall in a suspended congress, and proceeds to finish her with a vigorous pounding. She looks really, really happy.
“Stay right here, My Love. I’ll be right back.” My Master turns loose of my arm and disappears into the crowd. I try to watch what’s going on in some of the other performance areas, but watching an attractive young man suck his Dom’s cock doesn’t do anything for me. In a few minutes, My Master is back. “Come with me,” he whispers and leads me toward the bar.
At a table there, dressed in royal blue leather, is a woman. She looks oddly like … me. A little thinner, but remarkably like me. “My Love, I’d like for you to meet Lady Dawn.” The woman smiles warmly and takes my hand. I try to smile, but it’s hard. I really don’t want to do this. “Sit, My Love. We need to negotiate.”
So he’s already decided to do this. I’m feeling like I might start crying when she says, “Sir, I want you to know that I appreciate this opportunity. I’d really like to get some traini
ng before I find a Dom or master of my own.”
“That will definitely happen in my household. What do you see your training including?”
“Everything. I want to learn to serve completely. Sex on demand, forced sex, pain devices, torture equipment, bondage. And I’d like to learn to be sexual with another female slave. I may need that if I go to a master who has more than one slave.”
Now she has my attention.
“You can get all of that experience in our household. My Love,” he says, turning to me, “how would you feel about having sex with another woman?”
I stammer, “I’ve never thought about it before.”
“So think about it right now. How do you feel about it?”
I try to picture her face down in my slit, and me face down in hers. It’s difficult, but not out of the question. “I’d be willing to try it.”
“Would you be willing to do it if I demanded it?” His face is questioning me, his eyes lit up.
“Yes, My Master, I will do it if you demand it.”
The woman’s face seems sad. “Do you find me repulsive?”
I’m horrified. “Oh, no! Nothing like that! I’ve just never thought of myself as bisexual, and I’ve never imagined myself with another woman, that’s all.”
“It’s glorious. Who knows better what a woman wants than another woman?” She’s got a point, and she smiles sweetly when she says this.
“So let’s negotiate. I assume you want to live in my home?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a job?”
“No, not at this time. But I won’t be totally dependent on you, Sir. I have a trust fund.”
Oh, great. A trust fund cunt―that’s all I need. Then I try not to be so judgmental. There must be something about her that My Master finds appealing. I’ve just got to find it.
“Good. Do you have an aversion to doing housework?” he asks her.
Becca and Greg at 314 Harper's Cove Page 2