"Katy, you know that Gillian will never be able to pay you back, I'll take responsibility for the money. Just give me a few weeks and I will have it all for you." She gives me a pleading look.
"No, I can't wait for the money." I shake my head and lower my voice.
"What do you want then, because you know I don't have that just laying around?" Jordana gets serious.
"One Weekend; No limits." Is all I say. Jordana's face goes through stages as she processes my request. I see shock, fear, anger, acceptance, understanding, passing, and then desire.
"Done." Jordana whispers.
"Get your bag and let's go." I stand up and head over to the couch. I pick Gillian up and carry her to my car. Jordana grabs few things and follows me out.
"Where are you taking her?" Jordana asks.
"She needs a babysitter while you are out of town. Personally I don't trust the crew you keep so we're taking her to my crew and when you return, I will give them a call and she will be let go. If you don't keep up your end of the bargain I come back and she's mine." I stare Jordana down a moment. She takes a deep breath and climbs in the car.
I check in with Sir.
:: I'll be home in a few hours. Heading to the airport shortly. I have something for you.::
~~~~~A Few Hours Later~~~~~~
I pull into the drive way and look at Jordana sitting rigid in the passenger seat. She's nervous, and she should be. Having a no limit slut is always a treat for Sir. It's been a very long time since He had one he could do anything with. Of course He had me, and anything that he wanted to do we did- but there were something Sir just couldn't bring himself to put me through. Being in love with your submissive tends to make you feel more sympathy for them. Sometimes it annoyed the hell out of me because I knew that He would always need another to fulfill some of his desires. Other times, like after he's played with some of them, I am very grateful that it's not me walking out of the house with lashes from canes so deep they bleed, or ones who tell him no after they said they had no limits. I learned that the first night Sir and I were ever together. I have limits- I don't know them; but I have them.
"Your weekend starts now. It's 6 pm Friday, at 10am on Sunday you will have paid the debt in full. Your plane leaves at 11am. If at any time between now and Sunday you quit the debt is still owed. You are agreeing to 48 hours of no limits under the control of my Master. Do you accept?" I watch Jordana take a sharp breath in and sigh.
"Yes. I accept." She replies.
"Strip." I order. Jordana removes the few layers of clothing she has on and I toss them in her back pack. I open a supply kit that I keep in the car for when Sir and I go out and remove the hand cuffs. I lock her hands in front of her. I blind fold her and connect a leash to the links of the cuffs. I get out of the car and walk around to her door. I lean down and kiss her softly.
"You know how this works; I don't care how long it's been you never forget. I am warning you one time- Even the normal limits I play with are lost here. Whatever he wants to do will be done. I see her shutter. I reach my hand between her legs and she is soaked.
"That's what I though; you are such a little slut." I take my hand covered in her pussy juice and wipe it on her face. I pull on her leash and she stands and gets out of the car. I walk the short path to the door and tug her down to her knees. Jordana follows my lead. I knock on the door and kneel down myself lowering my head and holding up the leash. The door swings open and the leash is removed from my hand. I am imminently devoured by my Masters presences.
"Sessa inside now." He orders. I rise to my feet and enter the house. Sir pulls Jordana's leash and she crawls in. He leaves her at the entrance and turns to me.
I lower my eyes and raise my hand showing my wrist. Sir removes my bracelet and replaces His collar around my neck.
"Strip now." He orders and I remove everything I am wearing as he looks over Jordana. I take my clothes and drop them in the laundry room and return swiftly. Sir steps back in front of me and smiles.
"I've missed you my Princess." He pulls me into his arms and we head to the couch. I cuddle onto his lap and explain everything that happened and why Jordana is here.
"So you are saying that I can do whatever I want to that slave for the next 2 days?" He whispers in my ear. I nod.
"Sessa, how sweet of you to think of me while you were taking care of things." He leans in to kiss me and then stops. I look at him confused.
"I won't be kissing you until I correct what you did in Vegas." Sir's face grows stern.
"I understand Sir." I lower my eyes. Sir taps my leg and I stand.
"Kitchen." He orders. I follow him quietly. Sir gets the dish soap and the scrub brush. He turns on the water and signals for me to come closer. I walk a little slower than normal and look up at him with sad eyes.
"Sessa, I hate that I have to do this- but you kissed another man without me there, and for your own selfish reasons. Do you understand why you are being punished?" He asks and lifts my head with just a finger on my chin.
"Yes Sir." I whisper. I open my mouth and close my eyes.
Sir squirts the soap on my tongue and sticks the brush into my mouth. He scrubs hard and doesn't stop when I start to gag. He pulls the brush out and scrubs my lips.
"Stay." He orders. I stand there with my mouth open. Sir leaves the room. Now is when I think about what I did. He's right I only kissed J'mal to tease him and to make his girlfriend jealous. It was wrong of me. I lose track of time thinking about what I did and Sir returns.
"You're done; you may clean your mouth out." Sir whispers. I rush up stairs and grab my tooth brush. I rinse my mouth until the taste leaves and then brush my teeth twice. I will never do that again.
I check myself in the mirror as I leave the restroom and smile. I love being back home, in my natural setting. I start to head back down stairs. Out of nowhere Sir grabs me by the waist and pulls me into Him. Kissing my shoulders, biting the back of my neck. I moan and my knees start to go weak. He runs his hands over my body touching every inch with a roughness that only says He's missed me. He spins me around and flicks the bedroom light on at the same time. I sigh and lower my head to him. He is beaming inside and out to have what is His back with Him. He notices my discontent and raises my face.
"My love?" He asks. That's all that I need.
"Sir, I am still feeling very off from my visit to my old life- I request that I be put back into place physically." I speak soft but honestly.
"I understand, and I will condone." He pulls me by my arm to the footboard and leans me over it. He pulls my legs about 6 inches apart and steps away. I am very nervous about what is to happen next. Sir makes some ohh and ahh noises in the closet and I start to quiver. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. I have never been so nervous with Sir. I hear him walk back to me and he sets a few things down next to me. I don't look it's the rules. I feel Sirs hand run down my ass softly. He can see that I am very shaken.
"I love you." Sir whispers in my ear. I smile and let that take over my soul.
"I love you too." I call back as Sir swings the large paddle across my thighs. The next few swats are painful but not enough. Sir gets a little rougher. Normally by now I am begging for him to stop, jumping and moving and fighting the weight of his hand. This time I stand square. My pride holds me solid.
Sir watches my face in the mirror of the headboard; and gages my reaction. When pulling the paddle over his shoulder doesn't change my face Sir takes a different tactic. He knows how to break me now. Sir sets the paddle down and looks me in the eyes through the mirror. I watch his face change from my Sir to my Daddy. The difference is subtle and if you didn't know Sir you would never notice. The lines around his eyes soften; he loses the tight line that make up his lips and adjusts it to a soft smile. Daddy pulls me off of the footboard and over to the chase lounge in the corner. He sits down with his feet flat and pulls me to my knees. I smile softly and watch his movements.
"Sessa, I've missed you." Daddy
whispers in a soft warm tone. I smile sweetly and look up at his eyes.
"I've missed you too Daddy, I don't like being away from you. I feel cold and empty." I sigh. Daddy takes my elbow and leads me to his right side. I follow, not really knowing what he is doing.
"You didn't answer any of my text or phone calls while you were gone, that makes me very sad." He looks away. I immediately feel his pain.
"Daddy, I'm sorry. I should have tried harder to keep you informed. I didn't mean to upset you." I pout and tears from in my eyes.
Daddy pulls me down by my shoulder and to lay me across his lap.
"No Daddy, please, I'm sorry." I call out. It's too late. He knows how to break me again and this is what I need. Being away from him makes me want to push and argue. I wonder if I am the focus of his thoughts as He is mine and to make sure I am- I act out. It doesn't matter if He is thinking about using me for pleasure, or punishing me- as long as he is thinking about me. Daddy also knows what my favorite thing in the world is, him spanking me over his knee with just his hand. If just in fun, or as a beginning of a scene where we try something new- it is warm and welcoming. It makes me happy. It is also the greatest punishment. Not because it hurts me physically- It's the greatest punishment because I love it so much, and I know Daddy loves doing it. So knowing that something we both enjoy so deeply is being used to correct me- makes me humble, it puts me back in my place.
"Sessa, Now." Daddy orders. I stop fighting it and fold over his lap. Daddy puts one arm across the mid of my back.
"Count." Is the only other word He says. Daddy's hand connects with my bare ass many times. It takes a good 50 before I am crying. That was the goal. After another set of 50 Daddy stops. He pulls me into his lap and holds me.
"Mine." Daddy whispers as he pushes my hair out of my face and wipes my tears.
"Yes Daddy." I reply. I kiss his cheek and lay my head on his shoulder.
"Feel better?" Daddy looks into my bright green eyes.
"Yes Daddy, thank you very much for reminding me." I smile and my heart opens back up. Daddy is warm and loving and I am glad to be in his arms.
A few moments past. Now that we both feel whole again the excitement can return.
"So, Daddy... There's a slut downstairs who is probably ready to pee herself- What are we going to do with her?" I kiss his lips and bite my own.
Daddy stands and hugs me tight.
"Daddy is going to have fun with the slut, Sessa is going to take a shower and get some sleep." He catches my gaze and kisses me hard. It takes my breath away and I want to melt into him again. He holds my shoulders in his hands and steadies me.
"Daddy, I want to play with the slut." I whine. I know this won't work- it never has. I can't help it. Sirs face tightens again and I stop talking.
"Are you sure? Can my baby handle seeing Daddy torcher someone?" He keeps his eyes locked on mine. I grin evilly.
"Daddy, you've never seen my dark and twisted ways." I giggle almost too excited.
"Fine. I want to watch for a little while and see what things my girl can do." He reaches back and slaps my ass.
"Take her to the basement." I raise my tone a little. Sir checks me with a look.
"Don't forget your place, little one. I will have no problem doling out some of tonight's activities to you if that mouth of yours wonders." He caresses my cheek with one hand. I reach up and kiss him hard, pulling on his lip softly.
"There is no line that I can walk here Sir, you either get me in all my twisted glory- or I don't partake in this evening. I cannot be a sadistic submissive- I won't implode my mind that way." My tone is sharp, my words rough with disrespect. Sir runs his hand down my side and slams 4 fingers deep into my soaked pussy.
"MINE?" He questions.
"Of course." I whisper both in ecstasy and agony.
"Then tonight, and tonight alone we will disregard protocol. You are free to do and speak as you please." He kisses me and leans into my ear.
"Cum." he says no louder than an exhale of hot breath. I release and my insides explode with fire. There are no other words between us as He reaches up and removes His collar. The only time I have ever smiled at the sound of the clasp unsnapping. My mind wonders with what will be, and my soul screams. I head to the closet and pull out a few items. Sir leaves the room and I prepare myself. Pulling on a leather corset that Sir bought me not to long ago. I fasten on a harness for the strap-on I will use at some point tonight. Pulling out a few things that I know Sir will enjoy I reach for my heels and fishnets. I twist my hair into a messy bun and grab the crop on the way out of the closet. Sir is standing in the doorway of the bedroom. His mouth hangs open.
"Remind me to tell you of a new desire I have when this is all over." Sir motions for me to come closer. Inside I love the fact that this is pleasing him, but on the outside it irritates me. I stand facing him and he walks around. He pulls my corset tighter and reties it for me.
"Thank you." I whisper. No Sir, No Master. Tonight I am my own.
"Anytime Katy." Sir kisses my cheek slaps my ass once more before heading downstairs. He knows when He uses my given name it makes me want to cum. I grunt and follow him down. Jordana is no longer in the living room. I head to the door at the end of the hall. Sir and I have played in the basement before, but we never see a reason to take all of our interactions there. We use it for parties, or nights like tonight. It was used a few times during my retraining- but even then the bedroom was more suited. I pause before the hall and look to the kitchen. I have some ideas I want to try- more of fantasies I want to tell Sir about but am to chicken to have them done to me. I will do them to Jordana and see how she takes it. I hear a scream from the basement and relies that Sir has started without me.
"So fucking impatient I swear!" I holler down the hall carrying a few items. Reaching the door I take one last deep breath and leave my submissive side right there sitting in her corner being a good girl.
I walk down the stairs and look over to the middle of the room. Jordana is still handcuffed- her arms are above her head on a pulley system. She dances on her tiptoes as Sir Snaps her with the flogger. I walk over to a side table and spread out my kitchen perverables. Sir looks over inquisitively. I walk seductively to Jordana and remove her blindfold. I want her to see the pleasure in my face that reflects the pain in her eyes. I make sure to always look my best while I am moving around her. As much as I am doing this for my own demon filled mind I have to remember in the end I still want to please Sir.
I smile wildly and take a deep breath in.
"Jordana." I whisper warmly to sooth her. She is in a very tight place with a lot on her shoulders.
"Yes?" She responds almost mute. If another sound had been made I would have never heard her.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" I whisper. She simply nods and smiles. I knew even with all that rides on this she would enjoy it. I would have never set the deal out if I didn't think it would be pleasurable to all involved. I take a jar of icy hot and open it slowly. Her nose flares and her mouth opens. I dab just a little on her clit. She stifles a scream and then a moan. I set the jar a side with a chuckle. When reaching for the flogger that Sir holds I still lower my eyes, this time not in submission but out of respect. He is still a Master after all. I spend the next few moments rosining the pale skin of my willing slave. She lets a few gasps escape but nothing to ear piercing. Once her body is flush with welts and a few deep cane lines I lower the hook and massage her shoulders. She moans a thank you and I grin.
"Don't thank me, in just a few moments you will be begging to be back on that hook with such an easy task. What I have in store for you is darker than you could imagine even in your worst nightmare child." I pull her to the side of the room farthest from Sir. There we have 2 benches spaced about 4 and half feet apart. In between the 2 seats is a column of cinderblocks. I lay her back across the blocks and strap her feet to the bench. Her head rest squarely on the other and I strap it down as well.
"For sa
fety of course, I wouldn't want you to jolt straight up and get harmed." I whisper in her ear and place the blindfold back over her eyes. I have found that when the receiving end cannot see what is to come, they fear it less. I reach for a shard of broken mirror that is on the table. I remember the day this was broken. It fell from the wall and shattered. I saved a few pieces for an art project. It was amongst the kitchen items I brought with me.
I begin to trace her outline making small nicks in various places with no real order. Sir steps closer to watch my work. I look to him once I reach the shoulder area. This is where I need guidance.
"The collar bone is fine, don't go any higher." He watches my hand shake a little when I press the tip deeper into the skin. Jordana's whimpers are just background noise at this point I don't even hear her. My mind is focused and she has become just a toy. I trace the tops of her supple breast and make a few short gashes, deeper than the nicks everywhere else. She screams softly. I set the shard down and lean down to lick the crimson liquid that is seeping across her. She moans and whines with pleasure. I look down and see that it's not the only building fluid on her. I unclasp one ankle and set it flat on the floor. I reach between her thighs and push 3 of my fingers into her. The sound turn from whimpers of pleasure to moans of necessity. I look up at Sir and smile.
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