Slave Erotica Volume 2

by Charlie Buxton

  "Come on baby, let me in." He coos in a huskie tone. I whimper at his voice. My legs vibrate; my whole body seems to be anticipating the feelings to come.

  "Daddy, may I cum please?" I plead.

  "Yes baby, give it to me." He jiggles his strong fingers in me fiercely. I throw my head to the bed and arch my back. My pussy erupts and I feel Sir push the rest of his hand deep in me. I scream stops in my throat and my eyes roll back. My muscles disintegrate I can't control the movements any more. Sir has me in the palm of his hand- literally. My eyes lock on his, the only thing I can think of in this moment is-

  Breathe.

  My mouth is dry, and I can't seem to remember falling asleep. I feel Sir's hand on my side running up and down softly. I don't know if I can move or not, I don't want to try.

  "Sessa?" Daddy perks his voice slightly at the end of my name. I don't know how he always knows I'm awake before I want him to.

  "Yes Daddy?" I reply with a yawn. I feel something cold on my side.

  "Turn over." He taps me with it. I grumble and turn to face him.

  "Good Morning Princess." Sir ignores my grunts and waves a water at me.

  "Drink it- it's good for you." He presses it to my nipple.

  "DADDYYYYY." I whine. "It's too early in the morning to care what is good for me." I scrunch my face. Daddy lays back and pulls me into his arms, resting my head on his chest.

  "Daddy is very proud of you." He whispers. I can hear his heart quicken as surly last night flickers in his memory. My face glows, and my own heart skips a beat. I melt inside when he tells me he is proud of me. I look up to him and smile.

  "What are we doing with Jordana today? She leaves tomorrow." I bite my lip wondering if Sir is going to have me continue or take over. Either way I want to get started.

  "Oh My Love, I've already started. You slept in- it's nearly 4 in the afternoon." He chuckles and shifts me on to the bed so he is leaning over me.

  "Daddy, why'd you let me sleep so long??!?!?!" My eyes widen and growl from deep within my throat.

  "After your trip, yesterday's fun, and the activities of this morning- I decided that you needed to sleep. I don't want you getting sick Love." He gives me the 'end of discussion' look.

  I sigh and roll my eyes. "Thank you Daddy." I can't believe I missed out on hours of slut games. Daddy shakes his head and laughs.

  "Such an over achiever." He mocks. I lean up and kiss him.

  "You love me- hush." I smile. I roll out of bed before Daddy can smack my ass and rush down the stairs to see what Jordana is doing.

  She is covered in many more marks, and splotches of bruise are forming everywhere. She sits on the couch drinking something with a smile plastered to her face.

  "So I think I'm going to get back into this." She laughs as she looks up at me standing on the stair case.

  "I knew something like that was going to happen, damn you Jordana it's no fun if you like it!" I joke. I skip down the next few steps and sit sideways on the couch.

  "What's on the rest of the agenda?" She looks at me from the corner of her eye.

  "I don't know, why?" I shrug and look to see if Daddy is coming down.

  "I have this fantasy, and I wanted to see what you thought." She cocks her head up like mine and waits.

  "Go on." I whisper looking for any trace of Him.

  ~~~~~~~Jordana's Point of View~~~~~~~~

  I watch Katy's eyes light up as I spill my darkest fantasy. Waiting for her Sir to come down the stairs my mind over flows with what's to come. This has been the most amazing weekend. I know it all started out to repay a debt that my drug addicted sister occurred; but being here has brought me back to life. I no longer feel like every day is just another step closer to the end. I am looking forward to finding a Master of my own when I return home. After I kick my sister's ass. This morning with Him was something I had never experienced. I never knew there could be love inside pain. Katy truly has found someone amazing. I watch Katy dart back up the stairs. I look at my naked form sitting here, little cuts, and plenty of shaded areas cover my body. I look like hell, but I feel enchanted. I hear their voices coming out of the room and I set my cup of tea on the table and kneel down by the end of the stairs. He walks over, smiling. It's almost as if he is just as proud of me as he is her. I let that thought slip away.

  "Jordana." He calls I jump at his deep voice and raise my eyes.

  "Come sit with us." He pats the couch where I just was. I return and Katy hands me my drink.

  "So you would like us to play out your fantasy?" He snaps his fingers and points to his shoulder. Katy moves swiftly to his back and begins to rub. I envy their connection.

  "If you don't mind- It's something I have always wanted but never trusted anyone enough to allow it." I speak softly. My voice nowhere near the bubbly tones of her, but still feminine.

  "After all of this you trust us?" He chuckles.

  "Of course- there is no one I would trust more than Katy, Sir; and in trusting her I trust you." I harden my face slightly. I hope calling him 'Sir' is correct. I've never dealt with another's owner.

  "So be it." He nods and lifts his phone from the pocket of the very relaxed shorts he is wearing. I can see him growing inside them. I look up at Katy who is smiling and basking in what has to be pure love. She catches my glance downward and chuckles.

  "Jordana?" She whispers, He is now on the phone.

  "Hummh?" I asks.

  "Will you take care of that-" She points with only her eyes. "While I start diner." I nod silently. I hear him end his conversation and I move to his feet.

  "Daddy, I'm going to make diner." Katy excuses herself and skips to the kitchen. He looks down on me warmly, my face blushes. I had never been with a man before, or even used a strap-on. I just never had the time to enjoy my sexuality. Being with girls was easy; they came and went like the sun. Being with a man? That's something I would have to take time to understand. I didn't have time back home. He watches my eyes, it feels as though he can read my thoughts.

  "You can touch me; I'm not going to break." He whispers. I reach over and run my hand down his thigh.

  "Take them off." He takes a rougher tone, but not like the voice from this morning, or last night even.

  I pull at the band of his shorts, he lifts up and they slide down with ease; exposing an almost erect penis. I look at it curiously. Could this really be the first time in my 22 years of life that I have ever seen a cock up close? Yes, it is. I take it in one of my hands, hoping it's not too cold. He shifts his weight. I pull up on it slowly. Watching him for reactions that point me in the right direction. I give up with guessing and decide to be forward about it.

  "I've never played with a cock before; I don't know what to do." I suck my lower lip in look away.

  "It's ok darling, you are doing fine. Don't squeeze to hard and a little spit will go a long way." He instructs. I lean forward and spit messily into my hand. He lays his head back and closes his eyes making an approving 'mmm' sound when I clasp back around the shaft. I stroke him slowly, not wanting to change too much too fast.

  "Jordana, put your lips around just the tip and suck and lick like you would a clit." I hear Katy call from the kitchen. I smile. She has a way with words. I follow what she said and make a tight seal around the swollen head. He breathes heavily and pushes forward. I let him slip just an inch into my mouth.

  "Jordana, stop thinking and just let your mouth do the work." He places a hand on the back of my head. At one point I shut my eyes and yell at my brain to shut up. It must have worked because within a few moments he is trembling and uttering vulgar things to me.

  "Good little cock sucker." I hear him praise. I know the words should turn my stomach but they don't. I want more; I work harder hoping to get just a few more phrases of encouragement.

  "Oh that's it right there, Good Girl." He moans and I look up at him watching his eyes roll back. Katy is standing behind him a smile plastered on her face. She lifts up a camera and snaps a
picture. I pull up on his cock and lick the tip. Katy points to her throat and then chokes herself mocking a gagging face. I get what she is saying. I push my head all the way down and let the tip hit the back of my throat. He shutters once and I pull up a little then push as far down as I can. I swallow hard and reach the base of his balls with my tongue. That did it. I feel a hot, thick, sticky liquid run down the back of my throat and almost overfill my mouth. Katy kneels down beside me and whispers in my ear.

  "If you don't want to swallow that's fine, kiss me and pass it." I pull back up and away from his cock and look her in the eye. I pull her head in for a kiss and fill her mouth with the jigs. She laps up eagerly from my lips and then looks at him. His cock is still dripping. I tilt my head and watch. Katy pulls him into her mouth and sucks roughly. There's a slight popping noise when she pulls him out of her mouth. She clears away all evidence of his orgasm. He leans down and kisses her cheek.

  "Diner is done Daddy." She stands and walks to the kitchen. I start to stand and he stops me.

  "Very nice job Jordana, I can see you are going to be quite the little cock slut." He runs a hand down my cheek. I blush deeply, running from my cheeks to my chest. We sit down and eat diner. It's very normal; sitting here both Katy and I are nude. He scooped his shorts back on before Katy served him.

  After about an hour, the kitchen is spotless, and we are heading out. Katy and I are still nude under 2 very long coats. Katy hands me a pair of flip flops.

  "Once we get to where we are going, leave them in the car." She whispers. He joins us by the door. I turn to watch. Katy drops to her knees and lowers her head. Her hands lock flat across the small of her back and her ankles cross. He locks something around her neck; a collar. It's beautiful leather about an inch thick with a ring on the front, and one on the back. He turns to me and smiles.

  "I have a training collar that you are more than welcome to wear- I'm suggesting that you do, but it is up to you." He holds up a smaller leather collar. I nod- if he suggests it then there must be some reason right? I lower myself down to my knees. I know I'm not as polished as she is, but it makes me honored to wear his collar- even just for the night. He helps us both up and kisses each of us on the forehead clipping a leash to each of us. We all walk to the car. The spring air is warm enough for shorts but still crisp. Once in the car Katy turns to me and holds up a blindfold.

  "It's the rules." She whispers. I lean my head forward and she blackouts my vision. I feel the sway of the car on the country road and listen to what's going on around me. Before I can place a time, or distance we come to a stop.

  "Leave the coat and the shoes here but don't remove the blindfold. Don't speak and keep your head down." Katy instructs. I hear the back door open as I slide my arms out of the coat. The leash is pulled and I step out of the car. My head drops, and I follow the tension around my neck. I hear a knock on a door, and then the door opens. There is minor chatter and I can distinguish his voice from others. Katy is her bubbly self, saying hi to what I assume are friends. The blindfold is lifted suddenly and I blink fast to adjust my eyes.

  I look around the room, its' very light and airy. There is a smell that I couldn't replicate if I tried. I smile and look up at Him. He leads me to a platform in the middle of the room.

  "Hold the bar up there." He points. I follow orders and close my eyes.

  Taking deep breaths to stop me from shaking. I feel the first sting across my back. This cane is much different than the flogger used last night. Thicker, I can feel welts across my ass already forming.

  I don't turn and look to see who's swinging the object- I assume it's him. I would rather assume it's him than know it's someone else. My blood starts flowing again and I relax. Something about this place makes me want to soar. I let myself do just that; I shut off my mind and let my body soar.

  ~~~~~~~Sessa Point of View~~~~~~~~

  I sit on the couch cuddled with a few other slaves; watching my Daddy work. It's like watching a ballet or my favorite movie for the 100th time. He swipes the cane across Jordana's body- He would never leave those marks on me. For that I am grateful, but watching him leave them on someone else is mesmerizing. We all flinch gasp at Jordana's moans. Her body goes limp and she cums freely.

  "She's ready." Sir calls to me. I rush over and swoop Jordana's light frame up with the help of another. We take her to another room and lay her face down on a low table. There are things in this room Sir has tried to get me to play with. I can't bring myself to do it. So he comes here once in a while to play with one of Miss. Joanna's slaves- never sexual. I sit on a stool and watch as Sir pulls on black gloves. He sits down and leans in. I watch him cover Jordana's back with needles. Different sizes, the backs of them in an array of colors. He works quickly, Jordana moans and breathes short shallow breaths. Once he is done with the needles he pulls 2 colorful ribbons off a spool and laces it through. A much decorated corset. I take a few photos and step out of the room. While watching them go in is enjoyable; the removal is something I'm not ok with. Sir steps out to the hall when he is finished with a smile. I return to Jordana's side and help her up. She is floating, and there's no bringing her back right now. I lead her to the car and lay her in the back seat, covered with the jacket. I climb in waving good bye to some friends from the window and wait for Sir.

  It doesn't take long for him to join me in the car.

  "I wish you would let me do that to you." He whispers. It never fails.

  "I'm not ready Daddy." I sigh. I wish I could be- that would be one less thing for him to need someone else for. Someday I will be. We arrive back home and I help Jordana to the house, back into the basement. We are nowhere near done for the night. I know the very last thing I want to do to her, I get the items I will need and set them up down stairs.

  At this point anything we do to her makes her cum so there's no more denying that. Sir and I take turns finding that edge. Sir wins when he takes a feather and caresses her nipples and she cums so hard that I have to get a towel for the floor. He looks at me and smiles.

  "Since I won the game, I want you to finish her." He steps back. I take my time, laying slices of fresh lemon across her back where the needles were. While that seeps in I take a dildo and dip it in honey, then coat it in sand. Jordana screams and is brought back down a little when I push the sandpaper like dong into her. When the feeling no longer has the effect I want I change my tune. I use an alcohol based douche to clear the sand, honey and blood from her. That wakes her up again. She starts to scream and fight a little. Sir just leans back and watches on. I giggle now and then when she thinks I've stopped. It's nearing 6 am when I decide to end it. I clean her completely off and tie her face down. At the base of her left ass cheek I lay a stencil, taping it down. Sir steps closer to watch. I coat the skin with a layer of salt and press ice cubes against it. Jordana lays there, this is simple compared to the weekend, but this will be the longest lasting mark. Once a few cubes have melted I remove the stencil and spray with rubbing alcohol. Sir steps to my side to read the chemical mark. "Sir's Harlot" He chuckles and helps Jordana up. I clean up the weekend's activities. If you weren't here, you'd never known.

  I head up stairs and kiss Sir good night. He slips into Jordana's room and closes the door. I float up the stairs, in a trance. This weekend was something new for me. I don't know if I'll ever do it again- but I sure did enjoy it this time. Now I know why He needs his no limit girls, it can be fun almost freeing. I climb into bed and fall asleep listening to the moans and screams from the bedroom below. The morning comes too soon, and my alarm clock screeches. I roll over and snap the off switch. It's 10 am, and Jordana is free now. The debt is paid. I get dressed for the day and write down a few things on a slip of paper. I wonder down stairs and find Sir and Jordana sitting on the couch looking at photos. I crawl into His lap and kiss him softly.

  "Jordana, your plane leaves soon, are you ready?" I smile as Sir clicks to a picture I didn't notice he had taken.

  "Yes, I'm ready."
She nods. She gathers her bag and gets dressed for the first time since she's been here. On the way out Sir stops her and kisses her cheek.

  "Come back anytime." He whispers and lets her go. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me roughly.

  "Hurry your ass home." He orders.

  "Yes Daddy." I nod and climb into my car. Jordana is all smiles on the way to the airport. I hand her the slip of paper.

  "There are instructions to taking care of your branding; it won't last forever but long enough. I've also included a contact phone number for a dear friend of mine. Her name is Myaa, and she's a delight. I think you will enjoy her- or rather she will enjoy having you. I've already contacted her with your number. I've also had Gillian taken back to your house, and someone is picking you up from the airport." I smile at her as I pull to the curb.