by Alan Horn
I was sopping and the first cock slid in so easy. I was in seventh heaven. It felt so, so good. My muscles started grasping at the cock as soon as it entered me. three quick thrusts and I climaxed. My tremendous climax from Master John was stronger, but this one was fine. I squealed and then I felt him spurt his seed into me. I almost climaxed again, it was so warm and I felt so subjugated.
He left me and immediately another heavy body pressed me down. I felt his cock probing my ringed labia. I spread my knees as far as I could. Inviting him in too.
I serviced eight men that night. four with my mouth and four with my cunt. I realized I was an ace slut. I was proud. I was happy that I could bring pleasure to many men with the boundless climaxes I was blessed to have.
Finally the men stopped coming. I think our one sided orgy had serviced every man on the estate. Our hoods were removed and we were taken back to our room and hands freed. We were told to shower together. Good thing the shower was huge. I've always believed good plumbing was the height of success.
After we were clean, Master came in and took Emily off the coffle. He said she would stay with him tonight and to go to sleep. We experimented and found that all three of us would fit into one of the large beds. So that's how we slept. It was cozy. Even though I still had an open cunt, we were too tired to do any nibbling.
Master took me to his bedroom and locked a long chain to my ankle chain. He said, " the chain is long enough to reach the bath if you need it. He removed my chastity belt and said, "we won't need this tonight."
"Thank you master. Please fuck me hard and soon. I've been needy, no, make that horny, for days. I need you in me as soon as possible. I snuggled into his body maneuvering my head for a kiss. He responded, taking me in his arms and kissing me hard, pushing my head back. I could feel his stiff rod pushing into my loins. I wanted him in me so much, but I wanted this kiss to last all night. My pussy was on fire and my belly was clenching. But I was helpless with chained limbs and that was a huge part of my arousal. I belonged body and soul to this man. I was his slave. He broke the kiss and I said, "Master, your slave begs you to take her. She is your true, natural slave and will serve you forever. She wants to please you more than anything in the world. Please take me now." He dropped me on the bed and stripped off his clothes. I closed my eyes but he teased me! He stroked my labia with one hand and a nipple with the other. I moaned in desperate need. I begged him to take me. I pleaded with him and he rolled onto me. His stiff cock entered me just a little. More teasing! I couldn't stand it. I was so horny. My loins were itching, they were on fire. I needed him to quench my flames before I died. My juices were flowing onto the bed. I could feel my ass getting wet. Finally, the thrust all the way in. I climaxed and moaned in relief and ecstasy. I couldn't separate them.
He was not done. He kept up the rhythm of slippery friction and my arousal flamed into rampant being again. I was going to climax soon. There. Again. My mind burst into huge fireworks. My god. It was stronger than before. I flew high above the room. I was loose from my body, but still the stimulation reached me. My arousal didn't ebb at all after my second orgasm. How much pleasure could I stand? How much? I could die happy now. I was well loved. At last, I felt him fill me with his precious seed. How I loved them. I climaxed a third time and then blackness enfolded me.
I woke when sunlight flooded my face. I drowsed in bed, warm, secure. I felt the bonds on my wrists and ankles and I loved them. I didn't need freedom. My master took care of everything for me. He loved me and I loved him. I thought about how lucky I was to have found him. I wished all my sisters in womanhood could be as happy as I was. I thought back and realized I had been happy the entire time I had been my master's property. Before that I was seldom happy. I just existed and found frustrations aplenty. I understood, now, that I was completely at home and I loved obeying my master. It felt so good, so right.
Master came into the room. He was dressed and had shaved. He sat on the bed and I smiled at him. He said, "Good morning beloved slave of mine. Do you need the toilet?"
"Good morning beloved Master. No, I am fine, even wonderful."
"I expected as much from your expression. You have been here for six months. How do you like your job and have you given any thought to what you will do when your year is up?"
"Master, I am so unfocused. I love it here. I love the girls. I feel like I'm an important part of a team. My only job is to obey as well as I can. I think I'm doing a good job, but I don't have any standard to compare to. I don't have any plans. I don't have any idea what I'm going to do when my year is up. I haven't talked to Denise to see what she wants. I'm not sure I want to be with her anymore. The discipline here makes me work to get better. To be more graceful, stronger, more endurance, more beautiful, and more obedient. With it I feel like I'm getting better in every way I care about. Without it I would drift and not improve. My time here has been a revelation in so many ways. You make me obey and drive me crazy with arousal and sex. I never had a tenth of that with Denise. There I was just existing. going from one video to the next. Waiting for something but I didn't know what. Here, my day is full of lust and obedience and sex and sharing. I have friends I do things with. Not that I get to choose anything, but the camaraderie is there. The most awful event I can imagine is my year ending and losing that sense of belonging I have. The question I've been afraid to ask is, 'when my year is up do I have to leave?'
"Emily, the quick answer is, 'No.' But of course I'm not sure you have enough data to decide that now.
"OK then. Lets take you back to your friends. Don't tell them about the money. I want to surprise them."
"Yes, Master."
Chapter 9 - A Hike
Master led me back to the girl's room and put me back on the coffle, same place then he left. Harold entered on his heels and brought us some hiking boots. Brown leather, higher than our hobbles so they had a flap to accommodate our chains. They were all the right size and had our names embossed above out toes. We were stood up and our right wrists chained together in coffle. Harold put a nose leash on Denise and led us into the back yard. Master was waiting for us and took the leash from Harold. Harold gave each of us a bottle of SPF 80 and told us to apply it on each other. It was a good thing some of us had our chastity belts on. Master had not put mine back on and Angela had not worn one, yet. The slathering of lotion soon turned into a lot of ass and boob grabbing. When we were all slippery, Harold took the bottles away and put a new one in Master's pack.
Master said, "You all are in good shape and need some fresh air. Follow me." He started walking at a slow pace. That was good since we all hobbled and were forced to take short steps. We had learned that our steps had to be synchronized or our collars would be jerked. We all started with our left foot and tried to get in perfect step with the girl in front of us. All our hobbles were the same length. We had checked this one night after being put in coffle. We had been kept in coffle for more than two weeks and we were getting good at synchronized walking. The bells on our labia rings chimed with every step. Their chains were long enough so that every tie we took a step, the thigh knocked them about. Each step cause a loud chime, followed by diminishing chimes then the next step hit them again. Stan made the bells just a little different for each of us so our chimes had different pitches. This made it easy to tell whose bell was making noise. As we walked now there were four separate notes all played at the same time. They blended into a melodious harmony. We could be the 'Naked Slavegirl Marching Band.' If we had our hands free and instruments to play.
Denise was in front of me and I watched her hair. It was a little longer than shoulder length and loose. Master liked our hair loose, so that was how we all wore it. Her hair swayed with each step. It swung in perfect time with mine.
We walked around the garden and into the forest on a wide path. It was dirt and seemed to go up into the foothills then was level for miles. It seemed to be following the contours of the hills. We were walking through a thin forest of
pines. Several times we broke out into mountain meadows. We walked through wildflowers and above fields of broken rock. We had all gotten better at walking in unison. I had not felt a tug on my collar for ten or fifteen minutes. We weren't allowed to speak without permission, so we walked in silence except for the bells. I fell into a mindless trance. I followed Denise, not thinking beyond the next step. My awareness returned. Something had changed. I examined all my senses. I was becoming aroused. My gaze had dropped and I was following the sway of Denise's hips. She had lovely legs.
Then there were the bells on my labia rings. Not heavy, but I couldn't ignore them. I felt their swinging motion was tugging on my cunt. It was making me hot. I didn't want to orgasm on the walk. I would have to stop, I was sure. I'd get a whipping, or worse for coming without permission. I wondered if I could stop my steady progress to orgasm by holding the bells. My left hand was free. I had been swinging it in time with my walk, like the other girls. I used it to grab both bells. Their chains weren't long enough to left my hand resume its swing. Then I had a solution. I tucked the bells inside the top of my waistband. It was a tight fit and not comfortable, but stopped their pull on my cunt. It also stopped their sonic contribution to our 'song.' It was noticed.
Master halted us and walked back along side us. He stopped next to me and asked why I had silenced my bells. I told him they were causing me to become aroused and I was afraid I would orgasm.
Master said, "Emily, You should have asked permission. You have broken a cardinal rule. Slaves are not allowed to take initiative. You may only obey orders." He locked my left hand to the back of my collar. "You will receive your punishment tonight." He pulled the bells out of my waistband and let them drop. He started us walking again.
OK. He doesn't mind if we get aroused by walking. I guess its fun for him to watch us orgasm. I know its fun for us to have them. I understood how foolish I had been. Just follow orders. Just follow orders. I repeated this over and over as we walked.
Every quarter hour or so, Master would change our pace - slow, medium, fast, medium, slow, and so on. After an hour Master halted us for a break. He moved me to the back of the coffle, behind Muriel. He locked my hands behind me. He removed the chastity belts from Denise and Muriel. He gave us each a drink of water from a bottle in his pack. He had the other girls lie on their backs, close together. He said, "Emily, service each girl and give them one orgasm each. Now."
I knelt between Muriel's legs and bent to my task. I was good at this and enjoyed it, too. Of course, we were sensitized to sex in all forms. Soon Muriel was moaning and squirming at every lick. When she seemed to have crescendoed I took her clit in my mouth and sucked and licked it. She shrieked as she came. I sucked up all her juices and almost choked there was so much. It was delicious. I knew the flavors of all these girls. I thought of Muriel's juices as smoky. I sat back on my heels.
Master said, "Excellent Emily. she came in record time. I guess the bells worked on her too. Now do Angela."
I shifted myself between Angela's legs and again lowered my head to lick a shave labia. The results were the same. Angela's orgasm was accompanied by less noise and more squirming. I had my tongue deep into her cunt when her surging hips told me she was ready. I sucked her hard nub into my mouth and sucked and licked hard and fast. She came hard. Her juices were more flowery than Muriel's.
I was shifted to Denise. I had nibbled her long before we came here and I knew what she liked. I made her come in record time, although I think she was trying to delay. Her body would have none of that, though. Her juices I thought of as spicy. Master wiped my face with a moist cloth then he had me sit down next to Muriel and unlocked my hands.
We sat or lay on some scratchy grass and he handed around a big bottle of water. We either sat or lay back on the grass, our right hand's chain laying across us. Master got us up and put the chastity belts on the three of us who had them.
It was a welcome change walking in the sun on a trail. I listened to bird song and humming insects. Master got us back up and on the trail. My hands were again locked behind me and I had to learn a new gait. It was harder than I expected and I pulled on Muriel's collar several times before I got it down pat. When I had nothing to distract me, I started getting horny again. I watched Muriel's ass swaying and felt my bells pulling on my labia. I couldn't think of anything but the aching hollow in my belly. It was a long walk.
Muriel said, "Master, may I speak?"
"OK."
"Master, Is there a possibility we may meet strangers on this walk?"
"No. I own all the land we are on. We are well inside our border. Also, You haven't seen them but I have a few security men watching the area and trail near us. They are well trained and well armed. Don't worry."
We stopped again for a break. This time we also got a granola bar and an apple. It was the best tasting meal I can remember. We walked for another hour and finally came into the back yard.
I was exhausted. Walking all that way in coffle was hard. But without hands to create a rhythm, it was harder. I was also much aroused.
Our hands were released and we were told to take off our boots. We left them on a table in the yard. We were taken to our room and told to clean up then we would get dinner. We took turns on the toilet. Then hustled through a group shower. Light makeup, hands behind us and we were taken to dinner by Harold.
As usual our nose rings were fastened to low wall rings by short chains. We had several dishes fed us in succession. We always had a bowl of water and a bowl of food. This time our food bowl had lasagna, cut up small. When empty, it was refilled with lots of broccoli. Finally we got salad greens with balsamic vinegar. I drank water before each course and by the end, my face and nose ring were coated with food. The water had lots of floating food too. When he finished his dinner, Harold released us from the wall and cleaned our faces. We were still locked in coffle.
Harold led us to the exercise room. We were released from the coffle. Harold said, "Emily, you earned punishment today. Let's get that over with now. " He took me over to the whipping area. He fastened my hands to either end of a trapeze bar. Straps and ropes pulled my knees apart to floor rings. He raised the bar until my knee ropes were tight. He gave me the standard twenty strokes. The pain is excruciating. It makes me shrink into myself. I can hardly think. But I have to think, follow a plan, or its much worse. I have to beg to be whipped, count the strokes and thank him for each one. If I miss any part, he starts over. I am careful to be precise I have no courage. I scream my bloody head off at each stroke. He spaced them out so I have lots of time to worry about the next one. I have time between strokes to mentally chastise myself for being stupid, stupid, stupid. I know the rules, damn it. The whip makes me horny. I mean really aroused. His last stroke comes up between my legs and the tip lands square on my pussy. I shriek my pleasure. I am already dripping wet and the pain on wet flesh is horrendous. I spasm and gush puddles on the floor. I hang limp.
When my punishment is done, he lowered and released me. He handed a whip to Muriel and says, "Muriel, train them to be graceful in high heels." and leaves. My ass is in a great deal of pain but I can still walk, so the training goes on.
Chapter 10 - Dinner Party
We are shod with three inch high heels. They are all the right size and they are all black with open toes. Muriel wears them also. We practice getting into and out of all our required positions. We Learn to sway our hips just enough to be sexy and not so much we are unstable. We ascend and descend stairs. We actually are allowed to sit in high and low chairs, for training only. We practiced setting tables, serving food and drink. When we all show skill, we are locked in coffle and do it all over. Muriel shows she still knows how to wield her whip with precision to get the most out of us. Harold comes in several times to observe but leaves without a word.
Finally, when we are done, Muriel put our shoes away and we all knelt to wait. Soon Harold came in and said, "Girls, starting tonight, there are some changes. First change:
After the evening exercise your chastity belts will be removed. Each of you will be brought to orgasm by each of the other girls. We want you to practice giving females an orgasm. When you are receiving service tell the one providing service exactly what you want done. Second change: you will each receive at least one whipping to orgasm each week. Third change: You will wear high heels unless otherwise ordered. Any questions?"
We said, "No, Master." The news was mixed. More sex. I didn't like wearing heels all the time. My feet ached after a few hours. Nothing I can do about it. Besides, I liked the way they enhanced my legs.
Harold removed our chastity belts and locked our hands behind us. He arranged us two on two and we nibbled on each other until both had reached orgasm. We shifted and repeated, always locked in coffle. Turns out the chains didn't prevent anything. Harold watched with disinterest. When each of us had been done by all the others, Harold put the chastity belts on and took us back to our room. He released us and told us to get cleaned up.
Master chose Denise and took her to his room. The rest of us talked for a bit but we were all tired and went to bed. We cuddled but were soon asleep.
Tomorrow morning Denise was returned with a smug smile and just kept repeating how much in love she was. After breakfast we were put back in coffle and taken to the workshop. Angela was given her chastity belt, much to her chagrin and our satisfaction. Stan fitted us with nipple stretchers and nipple shields. Once both pieces were on, it took a small key to remove them. My nipples ached when stretched. They were thrust out from my breast more than an inch and they did not like being so far from home. When the shields were on, we looked like we had gold cones for nipples with rings through their tip. I felt the extra weight, but they didn't sag at all. After Stan had turned my nipples into gold cones, he added a big gold bell to each ring. It was heavy, but all the pull was in the nipple. I moaned but it fell on deaf ears. I could not see my nipples now, just feel their ache.