If I came without permission... at the thought, I started to cry.
"Daddy. Oh, Daddy. Please let me come." Feral was like an earthquake inside my body, and Green was driving my desire. They were merciless inside of me. Each man had me in their powerful hands, and I was being jerked back and forth between them. I began to wail.
"PLEASE! DADDY! PLEASE LET ME COME! Oh, oh, God. I need you, Daddy. Make me..." My body was bucking back and forth, spasming around Green. I could see little stars exploding in my vision. It was inevitable. It didn't matter what they said now, I was coming.
"Yes, little whore." That was Knifes voice. "Come for us."
"Thank you, Daddy! Yes, Daddy. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck me..." I could feel Feral fucking me faster and heard his breath catch. He leaned forward and bit my neck again, and I cried out.
Then, there was fire in my right nipple. It was pain unlike anything I had ever known.
I screamed, my orgasm tearing through me. It was like a vision from the Old Testament. My body was flailing and shaking as rivers of white hot pleasure tore through me. I was begging, was crying. I wanted nothing more than for these men to keep fucking me, to never stop fucking me. I wanted to be nothing more than a hole; to be filled with cock every day for the rest of my life.
Feral was coming. He bit me again, right above my collar, his hand buried in my hair. He bit so hard I was certain I would bleed.
“FUCK. God damn. Oh, God damn….”
His tree trunk of a cock trembled and spasmed. It sent tremors through me. As his massive cock pulsed his warmth within me, he began cursing and crying. He trembled and shook so fiercely that I started to come again, grinding against Green.
“Daddy! OH, Daddy. Make me yours.…”
I screamed poetry. Water poured from me, all over Green. I thought it was a sacrament, that he should gather it and drink of me every day for the rest of his life.
My body wouldn’t stop trembling.
Finally, I looked down at the gold ring in my nipple. Knife had walked over while I was starting to come, and put it in me. That was the fire in my nipple. It still hurt. There was just the slighted trace of blood running down my pale breast.
Green pulled his still hard cock from my wetness. He bent slightly and licked the blood from my breast, staring into my eyes.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”
Knife produced a leash, which he attached to my collar. Green reached and undid my hands. I almost collapsed to the ground, but Dreads and Faceless caught me.
“Easy now, little girl.”
They eased me down. Knife pulled on the leash, making certain I stayed on my knees. Green smiled as Knife handed him the leash.
“Clean me up, little bitch.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I smiled, in spite of my exhaustion. I loved licking my salt off of a man. Green seemed content to stand and allow me to service him. I happily did, making contented cooing noises as I sucked and licked him clean.
I had been making a little cock-pig of myself for a few moments when I noticed Dreads was close again, stroking his cock next to my face. I moaned, looking into his eyes.
“I told you we weren’t done yet, little toy.” Knife smiled, and also began stroking his cock as well. I moaned softly, sucking Green wetly. I traced my fingers along his balls, holding them close to his body.
“Yes, sweet girl. You will swallow my come. You will eat of me. Oh, oh fuck….”
Faceless and Hands came up beside me, stroking their cocks. Soon, it was all of them. Feral wasn’t hard again yet, but his cock was massive, even when soft. He had cleaned himself, and was rubbing his cock on my face.
“That’s the good little bitch.” Green’s words were running together. He was going to come soon.
But apparently, not before Hands.
‘OH, oh, Jesus. Take my come, you fucking bitch. Take it. Oh, oh, oh....”
His white spend splashed hotly on my shoulder and cheek. I barely had time to look at him adoringly before Dreads was swearing and coming on my face. As I sucked Green, Dreads’ come dripped down over my forehead and cheek. I focused on Green’s curved manhood. As he held the leash, I put two hands on his cock, twisting it while I sucked.
“That’s right you fucking bitch. That’s what Daddy needs. Fuck. Oh, fuck….”
Someone else was coming on my face, but I didn’t even open my eyes. This is what I was for. If they wanted to spend their evening covering me in their come, then that was what was going to happen. I suckled on Green like a woman possessed, my eyes closed in bliss. Their come splashed on my cheeks and lips and I licked it from my face whenever Green gave me a moment. Men were moaning and grunting all around me, and it was all for me.
I was covered in glory.
“Shit. Oh, oh you bitch. Now, NOW.” Green grabbed my head and buried himself in my throat. I took him easily, moaning as someone else showered my face with their wet warmth. Green exploded in my mouth. It seemed like he would come forever. I heard Faceless as he came as well, his warmth splashing on my face and breasts.
And then, for a long moment, I just relaxed. Greens fingers caressed my head as he pulled away.
“Keep your eyes closed.” That was Knife.
“Yes, Daddy. Anything you say, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
I relaxed, their coming dripping from my face onto my breasts. The sound of crickets and the gentle splash of the fountain filled the room. Time passed, and I relaxed, blissful, serene.
After a long moment, I heard him chuckle. My heart leapt in joy.
“Master Victor!” I opened my eyes. It was just us, with him holding my leash. He smiled down at me, with eyes that always made my heart sing.
I wanted to leap into his arms, wanted to hug myself against him and weep. I wanted to tell him, to really tell him, that I knew I was his girl. It was right that I came to his house. I had always been his, even before I knew him.
I would always belong to him.
Of course, I did not leap to him. He wore a tailored suit, and I would not be get the spend of other men on his clothing.
“Yes, little girl.” His fingers went to my new ring. I hissed my breath as he touched it. It hurt, but I didn’t care. I was his to hurt. “Do you like it?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love it.”
He turned and started to walk. I could tell that he intended me to stay on the ground, and I did, crawling after him.
“Let’s get you to your room, baby girl. You can shower and sleep.”
That sounded amazing. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” I crawled on the grass of the Aviary, happy to be his. As we left the room, we passed his guests. Many of them stared, as did some of his other girls. My hair was a mess, and my makeup had all run. I had marks from a caning on my ass, and a touch of blood where I had been pierced.
My face and breasts were covered in come.
I didn’t care. I had no place for vanity, no place for pride. I crawled, happy to be where I was, and scornful of these women who would never know what it was to be free.
I was his.
Claiming Kira
I remember hot water, steam and soap rinsing the night from my skin. Master Victor got into the shower with me, and gently washed me, as if I were a pet, or a doll. He was gentle and caring, tender in his mercies.
"Don't you need to tend to your guests?"
He smiled. "Most of my guests are already being tended to by now. Autumn has everything in hand, I'm certain. I’m handling what matters." He was washing my hair with a soft touch that almost made me cry.
I didn't have anything to say.
While the clock struck twelve, most of Master Victor's pets were pleasing his guests. They were in beds or in bondage, showing them what a good Daddy he was and how well he trained us.
I however, was standing in my room, being toweled off by him. He told me how to care for my piercing, and left me a solution for it. When I was dry, he dressed me in soft, thick pajamas, and put me to bed. He kissed my forehe
ad, just as a good Daddy would.
I slept like the dead.
2
Autumn did not awaken me the next morning, which meant that we were free that day. I spent New Year’s Day in my room, working on my drafts for Autumn's Toy. My nipple was tender, but I took care of it. It was a day of writing, hot tea, and toast. These were my favorite days, quiet times where I could simply be myself and get into my work.
It was afternoon before anyone knocked at my door. It took me by surprise. I was in the middle of working out a scene where Autumn was forcing me to pleasure another woman, and was really getting into it when the knock came.
No one had needed to knock at my door since I came to Master Victor's house.
That's not to say that no one ever did, but it was a rarity. I was almost the newest girl in the house. Any of the senior girls, or Master Victor, could simply walk in when they pleased. Knocking was a rarity, and took me off guard.
"C...come in?"
The door creaked open, and there was Kira. She was still beautiful, but she looked nothing like she had the night before. She still had her wild red hair, and her skin was like porcelain, but today she was wearing a short little house dress that matched her green eyes. Even without her wild party make-up, Kira had a submissive sweetness to her that shone deeper than just "pretty."
"I wondered.... if you had a moment?" She was having a hard time holding my gaze.
I did my very best to keep my tone light. "Of course, Kira, any time." I smiled widely. She glanced up at me and smiled before coming inside. I shut the door behind her, and gestured to my love seat. She smiled and sat.
"I wanted to talk about last night." I could tell she was nervous. I sat on the seat next to her. I wanted her to be comfortable.
"Kira, I will admit that I was a bit worried about the way I used you." That was an understatement. Not three hours after some of Master Victor’s guests had asked me to tease and torment Kira, the exact same things had been done to me, only much more intense. I felt awful. It really wasn’t my place to top her.
"No, ‘Tasia, that's not it. That's not a problem." She blushed. "In fact, it's kind of the opposite situation. I wanted to tell you... wanted you to know that I enjoyed last night."
I was slightly taken aback. I had never topped anyone before last night. Kira has been teased, with a lot of edge play. When she got too close to coming, I had tied her down and whipped her pretty breasts with the tawse. Remembering how the tawse had left stripes on her pretty pale skin sent a small thrill through me. I had never considered myself a dom, not at all. But when I remembered the pretty way she had begged for me....
There was no other way to say it. It had been amazing.
"I've made you uncomfortable." She was slightly wounded. "That's not what I wanted."
"No, Kira. It's just surprising to me. I didn't expect to enjoy last night as much as I did. I've never been on that end of it before."
She grinned, a mischievous thing. "Well, you did a fine job." She leaned over, and placed her head on my shoulder. "I won't say it wasn't hard. It was. But you topping me was... different, ‘Tasia. It was like when Master Victor does it. I was afraid you wouldn't take care of me. I was worried you'd be...." She let her voice trail off, as if seeking a word. "Rougher. Mean."
Suddenly I understood. My eyes widened. "Autumn. You were afraid I'd be like Autumn." I looked at Kira. "She frightens you, doesn't she?"
Tentatively, she nodded. Then, she spoke quickly as if to cover for herself.
"It is not my place to have any say over what Mistress Autumn does to me, ‘Tasia. I was simply glad that you were not like her." She leaned into me, and wrapped her arms around me. "You took care of me. You gave me what I both needed AND wanted. Thank you.”
I sat there, holding Kira for a long several moments. I simply didn't know what to think. I heard her sigh contentedly.
"I wish you could be my Mistress, ‘Tasia." She was nervous. She looked up at me, and honestly, I didn’t realize what was coming.
Her mouth met mine. Her lips were wet; she tasted delicious. The kiss was sweet, and full of real emotion. We sat there, exploring each other’s mouth for what seemed like forever. She moaned softly against my lips.
I loved it.
Even her kiss was submissive. Her mouth was soft, malleable. It was as if, even in kissing, she was giving way to me.
Don’t get me wrong. I had kissed Kira before. Hell, we had been in several scenes. But this was different. Now, she was coming to me, wanting to give of herself.
When she broke it, she stood to leave.
“I plan on talking with Master Victor about my feelings.” She blushed. “Don’t worry. I know my place. I won’t put you in an odd situation.”
I could only nod. I was a writer. Words were supposed to me my thing.
Still, I was speechless.
3
Life returned to its normal rhythms within the house. The next day, Autumn came and awoke me, just as she typically did. That is, she would tease me and use my mouth for her pleasure. I didn't tell her what Kira had said to me; that was simply asking for trouble. I was Master Victor's slave girl- a slave girl with only one ring. I had no right to an opinion.
It was almost a week before Master Victor called me again. It was simple, as it always was. Lydia brought me a small card. On it was his neat, precise handwriting.
We will be going to one of my clubs this evening, at seven. Wear a short black skirt, your heels, and my collar. Be downstairs at 7 sharp.
V
Just reading his words made my face flush. It was all too easy to imagine his steel blue eyes, and the intensity behind his gaze. The thought of what would happen were I just a few minutes late made me wet.
I loved that he could dominate me without even being in the room. I couldn't read his writing without imagining his rumbling voice. I nodded at Lydia, who winked at me.
“He’s been in a bit of an intense mood. Have fun.”
I trembled. “I will.”
Of course, I planned so I wouldn’t be late at all. I showered at five, and made certain to shave every inch of myself save the hair on my head. I always took the extra time to make certain I was clean for him. I never knew where we would be, or who we might be with, and I know how Master Victor likes his pets.
This was always the hard part.
I spent the hours before seeing him fantasizing about what he would do to me. I thought of the ways he would fuck me, or how he might share me with men I didn’t know. It was impossible for me to wash my body, or wax my…nethers, without thinking about what he might do. In a way, the shower before a session was its own kind of torture. I would drive myself into a lustful frenzy thinking about him, but wouldn’t dare dip a finger into my wetness. He knew. Master Victor could always tell if I had come recently by how desperately I whimpered while he fucked me. There was no faking it- that only led to his belt.
He met me at the door, his suit immaculate. My nipples grew hard upon seeing him. He swept me wordlessly onto an arm and he led me to the car, which Michael had waiting.
He didn’t speak until we were in the car.
“You look dazzling, little one.”
I blushed. “Thank you, Daddy.” Just his voice made me feel like a trembling little thing, caught by a predator.
"I do not know if I will have much time at the club. Some business has arisen." He smiled, and lifted his hand to the back of my neck.
“I do not care where you take me, Daddy. I am your baby girl.” I bit my lip. I knew that biting my lip was a trigger for him.
His hand was tight around the back of my neck, and his eyes glittered with feral joy. “That’s a good girl.” He smiled. "Perhaps we should take care of some business now."
I felt myself getting wet simply from the look in his eyes. It was as if I was being stalked, as if I were a prisoner of his eyes. I wanted him. I wanted him to command me to touch myself for him. I wanted him to put me over his lap and make my ass red
…
I couldn't hold his gaze. "Yes, Master Victor."
"That's a good pet." He leaned back in his plush seats. "Why don't you show Daddy what your mouth is for?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I fumbled open his zipper, and pulled his thickness from his pants.
It was always as if I was a blushing fifteen year-old who had never seen a man before. I was always amazed at him. He wasn't the longest man I had ever seen, nor the thickest. But Master Victor was... just perfect. He was the perfect size and shape, but it went deeper than that. He was a man who knew what he was for, who was completely aware of who he was and what he was for. Just that confidence was sexy.
But on a physical level, I simply loved his cock.
He chuckled at the look on my face. "That's what I like to see- a girl who enjoys her position."
I was awash in the smell of him, like cedar and sandalwood. His desire stood out proudly, and I hungrily licked its length. Master Victor stroked my hair.
"That's my good girl."
His skin was soft, and I couldn't get enough of the taste. I tongued my way up and down his shaft, and then decided that wasn't enough. I pulled his scrotum from his pants as well, so I could caress his entirety while I devoured him.
Then, I began truly sucking him.
"That's my baby." He trailed his fingers down my back. "You always know how to take care of your Daddy."
Sucking cock is like an art form, like a religious devotion. Many women can't get past one problem or another: they don't like the taste, or they gag, or they don't want him to come in their mouth. Master Victor had shown me how selfish that was. It didn't matter your gender, what a lover truly wants is to have someone else get lost in their body, enjoying them as one might enjoy good food, or wine. If all a person can think about is their own feelings, then it is truly difficult to properly service your lover.
I like to think of myself as a cock sucking virtuoso. I know; most women do. But will most women suck your cock after you've fucked them in the ass with it, or suck you off in a cab, or a theatre? Will most women drop to their knees at a subtle word, regardless of location? Will they train for weeks to lose their gag reflex, or suck off the man of your choice simply with a gesture?
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