Yes, Master!

by Reese Gabriel

  “Like I’d really respond,” she snorted. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

  Virgil walked behind her. She felt his eyes on her body, slow, leisurely. Damn it, why wasn’t he going to make a move? Men usually hit on Liandra right away and she nearly always put out. So long as the man was strong enough...and bad enough.

  Rave had been the strongest of all. And so far the baddest.

  This Virgil was a puzzle. Something about him genuinely frightened her, but it wasn’t the usual player, scum bag vibes. This man played a different game, but what was it?

  Like he hasn’t already made it patently obvious, Lee. He’s a master, a real one...an owner of slave girls...

  Liandra was so horny. She thought of slipping into the bathroom to masturbate. But he’d know. He seemed to know everything.

  “I’ll order,” he said. “What would you like?”

  “A latte, thank you,” she said, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. “Large.”

  “Why don’t you sit over there?” He pointed to a table in the corner.

  “I thought you weren’t dominating me?” she tested.

  “Suit yourself, sit where you like.”

  Liandra took the table in the corner. “It was my decision,” she told him when he got back with the two paper cups.

  “Yes, it was,” he said.

  “I mean it. I’m not submitting.”

  He sat across from her. Even sitting he was gigantic. Strands of hair hung loose from his braid. He looked as though he might have ridden across the plains all day, hunting buffalo.

  “You are Native American?” she said.

  “On my mother’s side.”

  “And your father’s?”

  “My father was a drunkard,” he said flatly. “That is all there is to say.”

  Liandra sipped her latte. Perfect...like him. “My father drank some, too, mostly to escape himself. Do you suppose...do you suppose it is unhealthy childhoods that make us seek out BDSM in our relationships?”

  “I don’t choose to look at myself as the sum of someone else’s failures. As a man, I make my own.”

  He was drinking coffee, black. She’d like to have made it for him, she’d like to be serving it to him...on her knees. “I’ve certainly made plenty of failures in my life,” she said.

  “If you want pity or some cheerleading speech, it’s not happening,” he said bluntly.

  Liandra pouted her lips. “This honesty of yours borders on rudeness, you know.”

  “Who said I was being honest?”

  “I don’t know...you just seem like the type.”

  “I don’t censor my speech, that’s all.”

  “Well maybe you should.”

  He narrowed his gaze. “What’s your name, anyway?”

  “Liandra Muller.”

  “Very well, Liandra Muller, I’ll let you in on a secret. Life isn’t like one of those BDSM novels you keep hidden in your nightstand. I’m not going to order you to the toilet to take off your panties, I’m not going to do nasty things to you in your car and make you like it. I’m a man; I like to get to know a woman. Things take time.”

  Liandra’s lip quivered. She wanted to dump the latte right over his dangerously handsome head. “I really think I have had enough. Every two seconds you’re practically calling me a slut and I haven’t asked you for a damn thing. You think I don’t know the difference between the novels and reality? Well I do. And for your information, they’re on a shelf, not in any drawer. I have a heart, Virgil, and it has been broken, a lot of times and you can be sure that you’re not going on that list...because I will never, ever let you that close to me.”

  He took a drink of his coffee. It was probably very hot. “I’ve made a decision, Liandra Muller.”

  Her stomach tightened. “I’m sure I don’t care.”

  “Tomorrow night, I’d like to see you again. It will be a date, no preliminary exclusions, it goes where it goes.”

  Her pulse raced. It was pretty clear where it would go...

  “Why would I agree to that,” she laughed with feigned bravado.

  “Because,” he said, with absolutely no bluff. “You won’t forgive yourself if you don’t.”

  “You don’t know everything,” she said petulantly.

  “Never said I did.”

  “You’re just a man.”

  “Is that what you’re afraid of?” His smile made her sigh...inside out.

  “I’m not afraid of anything.”

  He rose from the table. “I’ll meet you here at seven tomorrow night.”

  “Coffee, for dinner?” she managed to tease.

  “You’ll have to find out, won’t you?”

  She licked her lips. The smug bastard had her cold. “I’m not coming, so forget it.”

  “Don’t be late,” he said, a slight edge to his voice. “I might not be pleased.”

  “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes.

  He bowed. “Until tomorrow...Liandra Muller.”

  “Hmmph,” she replied, though she had never been more eager and thrilled in her whole entire life.

  She floated all the way to the car. Scarcely aware of the traffic. Songs still echoed in her head as she rode the elevator to her apartment. Everything was sweet and glorious and coming up roses.

  Until she saw Rave in front of her apartment, waiting with a young, well endowed blonde.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Rave and his young girlfriend were kissing. He had her pressed against the door. Liandra couldn’t believe he’d actually had the audacity to bring her here, to her apartment.

  She was certainly as sexy as Rave had described, assuming you liked that type. She seemed built for a man’s pleasure...literally. Rave had one hand on her bare midriff while the other was feeling up her large, artificial tit. The skirt was laughably short, the heels were prostitute high.

  “Lee, baby,” he croaked, not bothering to take his hands off the curly haired wench—most likely a bottle blonde. “I want you to meet Melody. Melody, this is Liandra.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Melody slurred.

  “She’s stinking drunk,” Rave said, as though it weren’t patently obvious. “Isn’t that precious?”

  “Rave what are you doing here?”

  “That’s not being real friendly, Lee...”

  “Rave, I am very tired, it’s been a long day.”

  “Honey, we should...hic...go,” said Melody.

  “No, Mel, we stay.” Rave squeezed her large boob, barely covered by the pink halter top.

  Melody’s head went back. She moaned. “Yes, Rave...”

  Liandra knew that sound well. It was the sound of a woman surrendering to Rave’s degrading, unbeatable power.

  “What I’d really like,” Rave announced, “apart from some beer, is for you two to get it on while I watch.”

  “Ooh, sounds kinky,” trilled Melody.

  Liandra clenched her small fists. “Rave, you know I’m not into girls...”

  Rave smacked her ass hard, a loud punishing crack. “You’re into whatever I say, Lee. Now open this door and get us some beers.”

  Melody pushed herself, hot, blatant against Rave. “Honey, you know what that does to me.”

  “Save it,” he said gruffly, pushing her off him and through the open door.

  Melody stumbled, Rave’s hand at her back. Liandra closed the door behind them, meekly, ass stinging.

  Rave settled himself on the couch, stretching his legs. “Come here, baby,” he slapped his thigh.

  Melody beamed. Reaching behind her she undid the halter top. Her breasts were twin torpedoes, white flesh housing twin bags of life long silicone. A travesty of sexuality in Liandra’s opinion, but then Rave seldom asked her opinion.

  Rave’s shirt was open by the time Liandra came back with the cans of beer. The happy couple was playing with each other’s nipples.

  Melody sighed in empty minded pleasure. “Can I suck you, Rave?”

  “Na
h, I want lezbo action. Lee, take your clothes off.” He gave the order with the maximum callousness, his masterful indifference making her wet and weak in the knees. Performing sex acts with the obnoxious young Melody was the last thing she wanted...but being forced to, that she needed.

  “Do I have to, Rave?” Liandra’s voice was small and weak, doomed to submission.

  “Unless you want an ass whooping that will make last night look like a walk in the park.”

  “Yes, Rave.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Master,” she breathed, humiliating herself in front of the thirsty eyed Melody.

  “Is she really your slave?” Melody wanted to know.

  Liandra pulled the shirt over her head. Her nipples were throbbing buttons under her bra.

  “Tell her,” said Rave. “What are you?”

  “I’m...I’m your slave girl,” Liandra confessed.

  “Mmm, baby,” cooed Melody. “That makes me hot.”

  “She’s your slave girl, too,” Rave announced. “For the night.”

  Liandra bent to untie her laces. She slipped off her boots and took off her socks.

  “Sweet,” said Melody. “I always wanted a slave.”

  “Melody’s your mistress,” said Rave. “Remember that when you’re eating her pussy, Lee.”

  “Yes, Master.” Liandra undid her jeans. She’d hoped it would be Virgil she’d undress for tonight, but that was not to be. Would she be able to go through with meeting him tomorrow or would she feel herself too far under Rave’s boot heel?

  “She’s old,” Melody giggled as Liandra skinned down her jeans.

  Lee flushed, feeling her body being evaluated.

  “I bet her tits are all floppy, right Rave?”

  Rave snapped his fingers. “Get the bra off, cunt, quit stalling.”

  “Sorry, Master.” Liandra burned, hands behind her back. She shed the bra cups, exposing herself to the young woman’s cruel gaze.

  “They are old,” she said, shaking her head. “And so small...”

  Liandra lowered her eyes. Objectively, she knew she was reasonably attractive. Men came on to her, construction workers even whistled from time to time, but it was hard not to feel small and ugly in such a situation.

  “Get the panties off,” Rave snapped. “Let’s see how wet you are.”

  The ultimate humiliation was to be found to be turned on by your own categorical humiliation.

  Liandra shed the wispy garment, letting it flutter to her feet. She stepped from it, nude, helpless...slave.

  “Well?” demanded Rave, hastening her to the next step.

  Liandra inserted her hand between her legs. Her fingers slid easily inside the wet, wide opening. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  “Yes, what?” he barked.

  “Yes, my pussy is wet...”

  “You want to come don’t you?” asked Melody.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Well you can’t, not until I do,” she declared, getting into the spirit of things. “Turn around, I want to see your saggy old ass.”

  Liandra obeyed, displaying herself.

  “Whew,” Melody said, impressed. “You really did whip her...”

  “Lee likes it rough. She’s a real pain slut. Aren’t you, baby?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Can she fuck me with her tongue now?” Melody asked Rave.

  “Sure thing. Lee, get over here. And bring us our beers while you’re at it.”

  Lee had left the beers on the coffee table. She lowered herself to her knees to retrieve them. It was a slave’s posture, the only logical one for her at the moment. A small voice told her something was lacking, even twisted about this, but she could not formulate a concerted argument.

  Seeing Virgil had gotten her thinking. He’d given her hints of another kind of mastery. He was very far from a wimp and she had no doubt his will was iron, but his exercise of power hadn’t felt selfish like Rave’s. Liandra sensed Virgil was taking time to get to know her, that he wanted to work with her, teach her, mold her into something.

  He didn’t just want to get his rocks off like Rave.

  Could a master be about more than sex and day to day household domination?

  Virgil had thwarted her will. Upended her view of things. He’d refused sex. He was making her wait.

  Would that make it ten times as sweet? One thing was sure, she had no clue what was coming next. Rave, for all his creative forms of abuse was startlingly predictable, constantly upping the ante, making her squirm, giving himself bigger and bigger mental hard-ons.

  “Open up,” Rave ordered, grabbing Liandra’s hair like a handle.

  Liandra gaped her jaws in obedience, her eyes watering from the pain.

  “Drink up.” He trickled beer down her throat, forcing her to swallow. What she couldn’t take down dribbled onto her breasts and belly.

  “Ungrateful, bitch,” he complained. “Look at all the good beer you’re wasting.”

  “Sorry, Master,” she whimpered.

  “Make her lick it up, Rave,” said Melody.

  “You tell her, she’s your slave, too.”

  “Lick the beer up, slave,” pronounced the sadistic young woman.

  Rave pushed Liandra’s face to the floor. With trembling lips and tongue, she attended to the carpet.

  “I’m so hot,” said Melody. “I’m going to come in my panties.”

  “Let the slave do it,” said Rave.

  The carpet tasted foul, dry and coarse. This is as low as I’ve sunk, she thought...and yet I’ve never been more aroused in my life.

  She only hoped they would let her come soon.

  Melody slid onto the couch and took off her skirt and underwear. Her pubic bone was shaved smooth. She was all muscle and lean flesh where it counted. It was no wonder they wanted her working in a bar. She was every man’s slutty fantasy come true, the girl next door with fake knockers who puts out for everyone.

  How many cocks had been inside this hole Liandra was about to service?

  “Do a good job,” said Rave. “And maybe I’ll fuck you.”

  “Yes, Master,” she croaked, all semblance of pride lost in front of the girl. “I want to be fucked by you...I want to be a good lay.”

  “Shut up, bitch,” snarled Melody in sudden jealousy. “And suck. That’s all you’re good for. Leave the fucking to me.”

  Rave laughed. “Guess she told you.”

  Melody leaned forward, legs wide, planted on the floor. She grabbed hold of Liandra’s ears, pulling her close. Liandra’s face was jammed between the girl’s sleek thighs.

  “Oh, yeah,” Melody groaned, clamping her legs shut, trapping Liandra’s head. “That’s what I want.”

  Liandra’s head was ground against Melody’s pussy. She tasted the salty sweet cream, dripping from the swollen lips. Barely able to breathe, she plunged her tongue into the magic hole.

  “Get my clit, you stupid cow.”

  Liandra went for the tiny little swell of flesh, trying to pleasure her mistress as best she could. She felt stupid, inadequate. She was made to suck cock, not pussy. She needed a dick in her mouth, calming her, settling her, centering her.

  I’m a man’s slut, she thought.

  So why isn’t there a man who wants me enough to keep me all to himself?

  Was it so much to ask for...a real love?

  Had Virgil loved any of his slaves? He was a hard man, demanding. A girl would have to obey him perfectly; she’d be punished and kept under a tight regimen. But he seemed to delight so in her femininity. He was playing with her today. She hated that he made her feel like a clever pet; but she was intrigued by it, too.

  “I’m gonna come,” cried Melody. “I’m gonna come in the bitch’s mouth.”

  “Lean over here,” Liandra heard Rave tell Melody. “Stick out your tits.”

  “Oh...god...what are you...going to do?” she said, the words coming out in stabs.

  “I’m going to hurt you
, sweetheart.”

  Welcome to life with Rave, thought Liandra.

  Melody screamed.

  Did Rave have clamps he’d pulled from his pockets, or needles? Or was he biting?

  Go for it, Rave...burst those silicone bags wide open...

  “R—rave,” she squealed. “Please...”

  Melody bucked into her climax. She couldn’t help herself.

  “I like my girls to come in pain,” said Rave. “Guess I forgot to tell you that.”

  “Fffuck...” Melody whimpered. Her body went slack.

  “Lee, down on the floor,” Rave ordered, releasing her. “On your back, legs spread.”

  Liandra complied, arms over her head, ankles wide apart. She wanted to be good...she wanted Rave to want her...to hurt her, too.

  Melody was sobbing. Rave had twisted paperclips around her nipples.

  “Stop crying, Melody...and eat fucking pussy.”

  Melody hastened to obey.

  Liandra jolted at the feel of the woman’s tongue.

  “Lee, hold still,” Rave snapped.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Melody licked at her, applying long eager swaths with her tongue. Liandra spasmed in spite of herself. She was coming...with a woman.

  “Get your ass up.” Rave ordered Melody. “My dick’s gonna explode.

  Liandra whimpered. She wanted Rave to take her, not the stupid little blonde.

  “Yeah, baby,” Melody cried, offering herself on all fours.

  “You’re so frigging tight,” Rave groaned, sinking his shaft deep into the younger woman’s sex.

  “I’m yours baby,” she rasped. “Come inside me; you know you need me.”

  Rave smacked Melody’s ass. “Did I say to take your face out of the slave’s cunt?”

  Melody returned to her task. Liandra protested with a whimper. She’d had enough, she couldn’t bear another orgasm.

  But it didn’t matter what she wanted. She curled her toes. “Oh...god...”

  She went off like a rocket. “Puh...please,” she cried, not knowing what it was she wanted anymore.

  Rave was pumping fast, swearing up a storm. He gave one final slam against the slim blonde and then he let go...filling her pussy with his seed. Liandra burned with envy. She wanted the white hot jets inside of her, she wanted to be his vessel, his receptacle.