by Aaron Evans
I heard him rustling in a cabinet. When he returned, he was holding a camcorder, with a tripod.
“Since you seem to have had a hard time remembering, tonight, I thought we would make a record so we could be clear in the future.”
“Remembering?”
“Come now, little girl. If you had remembered what you are, what you are for, you never would have come here tonight. You would have waited for me to decide when I was going to use you. But no. You came seeking me. Now, we will make certain that you don’t forget again.”
I swallowed, and my voice was soft. “Yes, Master Victor.”
He set up the tripod, and was plugging some cords into the back of the camera. I couldn’t see where they all went, without turning my head.
I would not turn my head.
“I am going to step from the room for a moment.” He put his hand under my chin, and made me meet his steel gaze. “Do not move. Do not look around. You kneel here, and stare at the floor, until I get back.” He eyes the camera. “It’s recording. I will know.”
I could only nod.
“Good girl.”
2
Of course, it seemed like time was standing still.
I spent the time as he had taught me to. I knew what I was sitting here for. He meant to use me. In such a situation, a good girl has two options.
1) She can focus on her knee pain, and fret over being uncomfortable.
2) She can remember her place, and focus on her duty.
I was certain he was going to use me. How many times had we started, just like this?
He would walk into the room, all lean and strong. His pants would be undone. I would struggle to keep my eyes on the floor as he strode towards me.
Finally, I would look up. His eyes would meet toy you are, Tasia?”
My thighs would be getting wet. “Yes, Sir,”
“How are you going to show me?”
“I’m going to worship your cock, Daddy.” I would look at his thickness, hanging in front of me. I was Pavlov’s bitch. “I’m going to swallow you like your little fuck toy. I’m going to beg you to fuck my throat until I can’t breathe and my make-up runs.”
“What if I don’t want your little whore mouth?”
“Do you need my ass, Daddy?” It made me so wet that he made me talk dirty. “Do you need to bend your bitch over a table and fuck her tight little ass?” I was literally dripping onto the floor.
“We’ll see, baby girl. Rub your tight little pussy while I fuck your mouth, and we’ll see if you deserve to get your asshole fucked tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When he walked back into the room, my mind was far away from the pressure on my knees. I was practically salivating from my fantasies. I had learned to keep my hands off of myself, however. Master Victor, and only Master Victor, got to say when I could come.
I was disappointed when I saw him again. He was completely dressed. Usually, he would at least change to an open silk shirt and leather pants. He was still in his suit. He even had his tie on.
“Little toy, we need to have a quick discussion.”
I shifted. Regardless of my fantasies, my knees did hurt. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to talk, and you are going to rub yourself. You don’t have permission to come until I say.”
I winced. There was ever only one answer. ”Yes, Daddy.”
“Don’t tell me, bitch. Show me.”
“Yes, Master Victor.”
I knew what he liked. It wasn’t just the wet slapping of my fingers against my lips, or the smell of my musk in the air; it was the show. He liked watching me squirm, liked the way I bit my lip and moaned, liked to watch my hips move.
Don’t get me wrong. Faking leads to whippings. Not spanking with his hands, or beatings with a tawse, but full whippings. It wasn’t that I was supposed to fake it; I was supposed to completely give over to my pleasure. I was supposed to show him something true.
I touched myself briefly, to see if I was wet enough. I was. I didn’t need to lick my fingers; I was already sopping wet. I licked them anyway, making certain I looked him in the eye as I slowly sucked the musk of my desire from my fingers. They were glistening when I pulled them from my mouth.
Then, I began rolling my finger over the sweet spot.
“Oh, Daddy.” I closed my eyes and tried not to pant. I loved the thick wetness that trickled over my hand while he watched. I brought my other hand to one pink nipple and pinched, sending sweet fire from my nipple to my groin. My hips began to roll, and my eyes drifted as I rubbed myself.
“I’m going to talk now, little whore. You aren’t to stop while I do. If you need to come, you have to ask. Do you understand?”
I whimpered softly. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You are new here, little toy. You aren’t aware of the patterns of my house. What you don’t know is that I haven’t used anyone for several days. You see, sweet Tasia, It’s almost time for the New Year’s Party. I give everyone a few days rest before it.”
I sighed. “I see, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” As always, his words soothed me. But just now, I had a more pressing concern; the slowly building fire between my legs.
“But now, here you are, coming and begging me to fuck you."
"I wasn't begging, Daddy."
"Shut up. You know what you were here for, don't you?"
I whimpered. "Yes, Sir."
He ran his hand through his thick hair. “Girl, I need you to be able to take care of my guests. There is a reason I let my girls rest.”
I rubbed my hand faster. “Guests, Sir?”
“It is my greatest pleasure to entertain, Tasia. You know that. My New Year’ parties are always quite the event, and my girls get some time off beforehand.” He tssked. “I would have sworn I had Autumn tell you about it.”
Maybe she had. I didn’t know, and I didn't care. My fingers were dancing and my desire was mounting. God, I needed him. I needed to have his fist in my hair and have him drag me to his bed. I needed to have his hand around my throat while he fucked me unconscious. I moaned softly, thinking about the way his voice sounded while he came deep inside me.
"So you see the world doesn't revolve around you. This had little to do with you at all, except as it also applies to every other girl in my house."
"Daddy," God, I could hear the need in my voice. "I need to come Daddy. I need to come, here, on the floor for you. Please."
"No. Take your hand away."
I whimpered, but did as he asked.
"Don't worry, little toy. You'll get to come. Just not yet."
I beamed. "Thank you, Daddy."
"First, let’s adjust this camera." He began moving the tripod. "Turn a bit, sweet bitch. Let's face it directly."
"Yes, Daddy." I stretched my legs, for just a moment, and then turned.
"Good girl. Now our guests will be able to see what's on the offer."
I froze, like a deer. My gaze caught that little red light. Where were those cords going? I closed my eyes at the realization.
"Guests, Daddy? You said they wouldn't be here for a few days."
"It's the wonders of the internet, Tasia." He grinned at me, wolfishly. "I thought I would give a few of them a small taste of what’s in store for them.”
The implications sent tremors through me and I gasped. I opened my eyes and found him grinning at me. Then, my gaze went to the camera and the unblinking red light on its front.
“Yes. You understand.”
“How... how many people are watching?"
“That’s not important, my wet little toy. Look. Look into the camera. Show my guests what a good little girl you are. Put your fingers back between your legs."
"Yes, Daddy." I began again. Knowing I was being watched, I wanted to make it a show. My hand drifted downward, until I found my hard little nub. I rubbed my slickness, my hips slowly starting to writhe.
I tried to
look onto that black little eye. It was difficult. It was one thing to play with myself for Master Victor. I could see him, could smell him.
But these men weren't here. I couldn't watch as a man's cock grew hard, or watch him struggle to stay in control as I made myself come for him. I couldn't feel their eyes on the curve of my ass, or feel fingertips trace along my breasts. It was the cold, dead eye of the camera, and it just wasn't the same.
"Do we have a problem, little toy?"
"No, Daddy." I could do this. It was just like before. It was a matter of headspace.
"May I finger fuck myself, Daddy?"
"Do you need something inside you?"
"Yes, Daddy. I need to have something inside me." I looked right at the camera as I said it, and my fingers flew.
"Are you begging, little sweetling?" His deep voice sent tremors down my spine
"Yes, Master Victor. I am begging you to allow me to finger-fuck myself."
He chuckled darkly. "Do it. Then tell them how your finger makes you feel. Tell my guests what a little whore you are. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can be my good girl?”
"Yes, Master Victor." I slowed my fingers, and took deep breath. I looked into the camera, speaking to the viewers. "Daddy, you can’t be here, but I need you. Your wet little toy needs to be fucked. I'm dripping all down my thighs for you." I dipped finger inside myself and held it up. It glistened with my juices. Smiling at the camera, I licked it clean.
"Good girl." Master Victor's voice was soft, but I could hear its low rumble. I shuddered.
"I'm going to fuck myself with my hand, Daddy. But I wish it were you. I wish you were here, holding me down and fucking me while I cried and begged and came all over you."
I slipped the finger back inside myself, sighing as I did. I worked myself for moment, sighing softly as I fingered myself.
"I'm so wet, Daddy." I pushed a second finger in. "It's so soft inside me. My pussy is so soft and warm." I began fucking myself in earnest. The soft wet sounds of my slick desire filled the room.
"What do you need, little toy?" Master Victor’s voice was a deep growl.
I whimpered. "Daddy. Oh Daddy, I need your thick cock. I need you to throw me on the bed and punish me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t see; until I hear the voice of God.” I moved my fingers faster and began to buck my hips. “Master Victor, I need you to give me to your guests and let them make me scream. I need them to take turns with me and use me. I need to be a toy for the pleasure of strangers.”
I was going to come. I needed to slow down.
I traced my other hand along my flat stomach until I found one perfect, teacup sized breast. Lightly, I pinched myself, keeping my gaze at the camera. I didn't need to fake a sultry look. I was on fire. My heart pounded, desire pulsing through me and I took a deep breath.
If I came without Master Victor’s permission, he would certainly punish me.
I pulled my fingers out and gently circled my throbbing nub. "Daddy, I am going to come soon."
“I didn’t tell you that you could come, sweet little toy.”
I pouted. “I know... Oh, Daddy, please.”
“Stop.”
I thought I was going to explode. I pulled my hand away, whimpering.
“That's my good girl, Tasia. Take position Three, baby girl.”
I grinned. “Yes, Daddy.” Position Three was one of my favorites. With my ass arched upwards, and my tits pressed into the floor, I was completely open to him. Position Three usually meant he was going to give me a fierce fucking.
I stretched my arms out over my head, pushing my face and breasts into the thick carpet.
“No, baby girl. I need your ass to face the camera.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I turned around, arching my back.
“Play with yourself, little bitch. Show us how wet you are.”
I held myself as open as I could. I knew that the camera was focused squarely on my dripping cleft, so I pulled my right hand between my spread legs and traced the edge of my desire.
“Daddy. Oh Daddy, I'm still close. If you are going to fuck m—“
His belt slapped teasingly against my ass and I squeaked in surprise. Tears pricked my eyes.
“Please, Daddy. I'll be good.” I rubbed faster, my musk thick in the air. Pleasure tore through me. I was whimpering.
He chuckled. “I know you will, little girl. I'm not spanking you as a punishment.” He swung again, lazily and there was a stripe of fire on my ass. I yelped. “I’m spanking you because it makes my cock hard to hear you cry. You know that, don't you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Tears ran freely down my face. He drew back, and struck me again.
“Now come, Tasia. Come while I beat your pretty ass. Show my guests how a true slut pleases her Daddy.”
“Yes, Sir.” I squealed as he struck me again, but began furiously working my clit. I knew this game. He wanted me to come while he beat me, and the sooner I did, the sooner he would stop.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He swung and struck again. I bit my lip and stifled a cry.
Even as he was beating me, however, I was getting wetter. He had trained me well. It wasn't that I enjoyed the beating; it was that he had taught me to know what came after. Being spanked meant I was about to be used, to be fucked in the fiercest, most primal way.
I had no choice. It wasn’t seduction; it was domination, pure and simple.
I loved it.
“Oh, Daddy. God,” I groaned, “I need your cock.” My fingers were moving faster than ever.
SMACK. He struck my other ass cheek. I began to cry in earnest. I needed to hurry and come. I needed to get off before he broke me in front of these strangers.
I let my mind drift.
Two weeks ago. Master Victor had taken me along on a business trip. We had gone to his home in LA, so he could look into some of his nightclubs there.
"It’s a large house. You’ll have plenty of room to run.” We had each had drunk more than enough wine. "I'll count to fifty. That's all you get." He smirked. “Don't make it too easy, little toy. I know how much you need my cock. If you throw the game, I won't fuck you. I'll put you in the Closet when we get home. You need to give me a good chase.”
I blushed. "Yes, Master Victor."
"I'll close my--"
I didn't let him finish. I was off like a rabbit.
This was the night I learned that blue was his favorite color. He had dressed me in a blue lacy nothing that was too tight at my breasts.
As always, no panties.
I had run through the huge house, looking for hiding places. I didn’t know my way around. Yes, it was a game, but it was also scary. A powerful man was chasing me. When he caught me, he was going to take whatever he wanted.
Play or no, my body responded.
I won for a while, but eventually, he found me.
“There’s my little toy.”
I shrieked. I had no idea he had been there, standing just beyond the doorway. I began to run, but he caught me by the hair and dragged me back to him. He chuckled as I screamed.
“Now, I’ve caught you. None of that.” He kissed me, hard, and then pulled my head back and bit me on the breast.
I struggled a bit, but it was impossible. He was far too strong. He had pinned my hands against the wall with one of his, and pushed two fingers into my wetness. I gasped and sobbed.
“See, there’s no use denying what a slut you are, little Tasia.” He wiped his wet fingers across my face, grinning. “Let’s see what we can do to take care of you.”
Master Victor dragged me out into his balcony. "Take Position Five." I hesitated, and he full slapped me across the face. Tears dripped down my face.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” My words were a rambling babble. I bent over as far as I could, grabbing my ankles. He grabbed my hips.
"Now, give me your arms." I did, first the left, and then the right. He grasped them behind my back and slammed himself into me.
; I was wet, so wet. This powerful man had been chasing me through his house, with the intent of fucking me when he caught me. How could that not make you wet and dripping? He held my arms there, pulling them so far behind me that they hurt, just the smallest amount. Then, he pulled me onto his thickness, over and over, and I began to scream and wail.
Master Victor did over one thousand kegels a day. He could easily fuck me for hours, and that's exactly what he did. He held me there, in the cool night air, pounding his hard cock into my wetness. He had no sympathy, no mercy. Twice, I grew close to coming, and he stopped. He would spank me for a ninety count, and then fuck me some more.
He made me scream and beg. I knew people across the street could hear me, but I didn't care. My wetness ran down his legs, and he muttered a litany, telling me what a good little girl I was.
I was completely powerless.
That's what I thought about now, as I knelt on the ground, my ass in the air. He struck me again, and I'm certain I cried out, but my mind was far away. As I remembered the way he had held me, using me, my fingers moved faster and faster. Finally, from some deep place inside myself, I began to moan and cry. As he beat me, my desire pulsed stronger and stronger and I started to scream.
I came on the floor, water and salt pouring from me. I was trembling, crying. I buried my fingers in the carpet. Master Victor’s belt slapped at me again, but I couldn't even feel it. I was in a miasma of wet, quivering happiness. I laughed. It was a joyful, mad sound.
Then Master Victor was caressing me. His words were soothing, hushed. His hands felt cool on my poor ass.
“I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you, Daddy," I panted.
"Come give me your mouth."
I pushed myself up, my legs screaming. His hand found my hair, and pulled me in toward his face.
Master Victor is an amazing kisser. I moaned against his mouth as he drank my breath. He was devouring me. He kissed me until I all I could taste was him. His hand twined in my hair and he held me. I was powerless.
Then he wrapped his arms around me and lifted. I was safe. His arms were gentle, kind. I sank into him, losing myself in the sweetness of his scent.
“That will be all, gentlemen. Tasia will be available to you on the evening of my gathering.”