Time drifted like that. I was mindless, wordless. I wasn't even a person.
It was glorious.
I felt him tighten again, and he let off on my sweet pearl. Both hands were on my thighs, and he pushed himself even deeper inside me. His rhythm was pounding, ceaseless like the tide.
"You like your Daddy's cock, little ‘Tasia?"
All I could do was nod. The muscles in my legs and ass were practically convulsing. I felt him sheath himself in my pink wetness again and again, and I was wailing.
Then he started to come.
"Oh... yes, ‘Tasia." His voice was rough, animalistic. "Oh, dulce. Such a sweet little thing. You know where Daddy's come belongs, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy." I broke Autumn’s kiss long enough to pant an answer. "Daddy's come belongs inside me. It belongs in my mouth, in my ass. Your come belongs on my face, or dripping from my thighs." My voice was rough, sultry. I didn't care that I sounded like a whore. Fuck, that was all I wanted. I wanted to spend every day, from now on, feeling exactly like this.
I heard the smile in his voice. "Yes. Yes ‘Tasia. That is what you are for."
"Thank you Daddy." God damn I loved his cock. "Thank you for using this whore for your come."
Pain thrummed in my chest as Autumn began removing the needles from my skin. They came out quickly, but the endorphins stayed longer. I didn't even care. My entire world was Simon. His cock, his panting breath. I felt his muscles grow tighter, and then he moaned, long and wordless. It was a sound like the wind in a storm. His fingers dug into me, and he used me. He used my body with no regard for the bruises his fingers would leave on my hips, with little care for how sore my pussy was going to be.
When he pulled himself from me, I felt empty, bereft. I felt his come dripping from me and I whimpered, wishing I could hold it in myself.
Then, Autumn was licking her way down my body.
I giggled and jumped where her tongue tickled me. Soon, she tasted my musk, burying her face in my pussy. I moaned and pushed myself against her, even though my clit was so tender it was screaming.
It seemed like she spent forever on her knees, exploring my pussy with her pretty pink mouth.
Then she stood up. She stood and kissed me, and I tasted Simon's come on her mouth.
She had brought me Daddy's come.
"Show me what you do, little bitch." His voice was deep, rumbling.
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Mistress."
Like a woman dying of thirst, I drank Simon's come from Autumn's sweet lips. Her eyes were on me the whole time, she watched as I greedily lapped up my Daddy's come. I swallowed all of him, loving his taste on my mouth.
She finished removing the piercings then, and Simon untied me. I almost collapsed to my knees.
As if I were little more than a child, he lifted me, and carried me to his bed.
Remembering Victor
I lay there, in Simon’s gigantic bed, staring at the ceiling. It was a huge bed; both he and Autumn were in it as well, fast asleep. Our play had not ended just because we came to bed. We had enjoyed each other for hours into the night, until they fell asleep, exhausted.
I was not asleep.
Things were wrong. This wasn’t the way that living with Master Victor was supposed to be. I was his. The more time passed, the more it seemed I had to give up, give in to people who wanted to prove how strong they were by dominating me.
Not Master Victor, though.
He wanted me to be safe, wanted me to learn how strong I was. Even after the fierce fucking of the evening, he was all I could think about.
His lessons were the most amazing things, were wrapped around my heart like silk and steel.
“Touch your clit some more, ‘Tasia.” He smiled at me. “Tell me again what we are doing.”
My eyes started to drift shut as I made dizzying circles around my clit.
“Eyes open. Look at me while you say it.” His voice was steel.
“I am spoiled and proud, Master Victor. I use my looks to try and get what I want.”
“You do.” His voice was so certain, so calm. “Do you know what we are going to do about it?”
Dozens of scenes played through my head. The worst one was when I had watched him tie Amber to a sawhorse. She had called him a son-of-a-bitch while he was caning her. Master Victor was not one to be cursed at. He had invited over several of his friends, and given them all leave to fuck Amber however they wished, for as long as they wished. She had left a wet spot on the floor, as big around as a dinner plate. Today she said that she loved it, but I remembered her screaming. Master Victor made me serve his guests whiskey and Viagra, so I knew she was well used.
“No, Master Victor.” It was hard to focus on my words. My hand was so slippery, and it was getting hard to breathe. I needed his cock. I needed his hand in my hair with his thick cock buried inside me. I needed his little gasp of pleasure, that tiny moment where I knew he was pleased, and he left me dripping with his come.
Oh God…
“No, bitch. Not yet.”
I whined, sounding for all the world like the spoiled little girl I was. He chuckled, his voice full of dark humor.
“You have a problem, ‘Tasia. Most of my girls can come and go, but you have too much freedom. You have a good job for the paper. You have your own place.” He made a tsk-tsk noise. “I have people tell me how you dress. I hear about your short blue skirt, and white shirts that your tits are all but spilling out of. Do you think I like other men looking at my property?” He slid a finger down my back, and gently caressed my ass. His finger just grazed me. I gasped.
“No, Master Victor. May I come? Please? I am so close, Master Victor.”
“No. You may not.” He brought the tawse down on my back and I squealed. “Take Three again.”
I pouted, and reluctantly pulled my fingers away.
“Lick them clean.”
I pulled my glistening fingers to my mouth, and tasted my wetness. I loved the taste of pussy, and he knew that. Master Victor was trying to be kind. After a moment, I pulled my fingers away, and moved back into three. I could see Master Victor removing his tie.
“It’s time to make a choice, ‘Tasia. You can have this life or that one.”
I frowned, knowing he couldn’t see me. “What do you mean, Master Victor?”
He ran his hand over my ass again. I could almost hear the smile in his voice. “I mean that you have far to go, little one. Every time you leave, and go back to your apartment, you lose a little bit of what I have taught you.” He dipped a finger into my pussy, and I shuddered, almost coming right there. I pushed back against him, and he chuckled again.
“Would you like to suck my cock, ‘Tasia?”
It didn’t matter that I had just spent the past several hours being fucked and used. That was just sex. Master Victor was different. He knew me, knew where I had held back. Master Victor walked the secret paths of my heart.
“Tasia, I think we’re at a crossroads here. Your heart has a lot more to give, but I don’t think we’re going to get there this way.”
I looked up at him, my mouth on expensive Italian leather. “Sir?”
“Tasia, I think you need to take my collar.”
It made me wet just thinking about him. My hand traced its way up my body until I found the collar, stiff and unyielding on my neck.
I was his.
That’s what I wanted. Not to be Simon’s, not to be Autumn’s, but to be his. I loved thinking about him, and tonight, it seemed like that’s all I could do.
Something was... off, was wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I lay there, thinking about him, trying to find the place in my heart that was troubled.
Memory swirled around me.
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“If you stay, I’m piercing you.” He casually caressed my right nipple, smiling as he watched the look on my face. His fingers sent burning trails to my pussy. He gave me a gentle pinch. “I will have three rings in you. One in your clit, a
nd two in your nipples. You will pay for the rings.”
“I will buy whatever rings you want, Master Victor.”
He chuckled. “No, ‘Tasia, you will work for the rings. You will perform service until you earn them.”
His eyes were pools of sadistic delight. I loved his face. I loved the raw, hungry way he looked at me. It was like he devoured me with his eyes.
I didn’t want to be here.
Autumn was beautiful, like a bird in flight. Simon was one of the sexiest men I had ever met. They both were amazing in bed, and had shown me vistas of pleasure that I once would have denied existed.
But I hated them.
They were cruel. They were Doms not because they cared for their charges, but because they had something to prove. They needed someone to be weak, just so they could feel strong.
Not Master Victor. He was strong with or without me. He was my teacher. He showed me that my limits were far greater than I had ever believed.
“Please.” My throat was raw. I didn’t care. This was what I had been born to do.
“Such a sweet little fuck.” He crouched, tenderly wiping one of the tears from my face. “Do you still want to stay here? To be with me?” His eyes were hard. “No safewords. No games. We go on until you have what you need.”
“Let me show you, Daddy. Let me show you I can be a good girl.”
“How are you going to show me?”
“I’m going to worship your cock, Daddy.” I would look at his thickness, hanging in front of me. I was Pavlov’s bitch. “I’m going to swallow you like your little whore. I’m going to beg you to fuck my throat until I can’t breathe and my makeup runs.”
“What if I don’t want your little whore mouth?”
“Do you need my ass, Daddy?” It made me so wet that he made me talk dirty. “Do you need to bend your bitch over a table and fuck her tight little ass?” I was literally dripping onto the floor.
“We’ll see, baby girl. Rub your tight little pussy while I fuck your mouth, and we’ll see if you deserve to get your asshole fucked tonight.”
“Yes, sir.”
I carefully slid out of Simon’s bed, my feet cold on the floor. I didn’t want to wake him.
I didn’t want to deal with him at all.
Really, that first encounter with Master Victor had been one of the best. It wasn’t long before he had given me to Autumn. She was the one who had first really tested me.
Autumn was terrifying. The woman seemed to have no limits. When you combine that with her obvious need to prove herself as “the strong one,” and then you have no safe word...
“I’m going to hurt you, little puppy.” My nipples grew hard at the way she was looking at me. He words were terrifying, but....
“I’m going to spend my evening hurting you, using you,” She slid her hand down my back, and then up the short skirt. She hadn’t left me any panties, so all that she found was the catsuit she had set out for me. She let her fingers trail over the curves of my ass, gently scraping with her nails.
I whimpered, like the good puppy I was.
Slowly, I crept from the room. I needed to think.
It’s strange.
I can be tied up and caned. I can be fucked while I get my nipple pierced. I can masturbate in public.
On the word of Master Victor, I can service the cock of a stranger.
There was no doubt I belonged to him. There was also no doubt that I would do as he said, without question.
And yet, something was wrong.
I understood my Daddy. I knew what he wanted, both for himself AND for me. From the moment I first took his collar, I understood my place.
I felt Autumn slip her collar from around my neck. She replaced it with another. It was slender, with a ring in the front….
“Hello, 'Tasia.” I smiled, happy at the sound. His voice was like chocolate and bourbon. Master Victor walked over to the table, and ran his fingers along the black collar on my neck.
His collar.
His strong hands went down my back, pausing to touch at my wetness. Just the lightest touch. Very faint.
“I see she’s been a good girl.” This was directed at Autumn.
“She still has some things to learn. You’re right, Master Victor. She’s proud. She’s vain and easily embarrassed.”
Master Victor chuckled. “I think we can take care of that, don’t you?” He pushed his fingers inside me then and I whimpered, pushing back against him. I needed to come, but I knew better than to beg. I knew that Master Victor would let me come when he chose; not before.
“Gentlemen, my girl needs some additional training. Think you are up to the task?”
Marc laughed, while one of the other men took a long drag on his smoke. Piotyr just nodded.
“'Tasia, let’s get you up.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. I was inches from his face.
Oh, his eyes.
Master Victor gave me one quick kiss on the cheek. He took my leash from Autumn’s hand and we walked to one of the stages, followed by Autumn, Lydia, and the four men.
“Take One, 'Tasia.” I dropped to my knees, clasping my hands behind my back. I arched my breasts out, biting my lip just a touch as I did.
“Are you my girl, 'Tasia?”
I thought I would cry. “Yes, Master Victor, I’m your girl.” The collar around my neck wasn’t a restraint, it was light and joy. It was freedom.
I was home.
“You are my girl, aren’t you?” Master Victor motioned one of the men to come up on the stage, and then smiled at me. He pulled a ring gag from his pocket.
“Let’s begin.”
I truly had no problem being his whore. I loved it. He was part of every fantasy. Just thinking about him made me wet. I softly padded my way down Simon’s hall. I simply didn’t want to be in here anymore. I didn’t want to wake up next to him. I knew Master Victor wanted me here- needed me here to keep Simon happy.
But I couldn’t help but think that if he knew how Simon was, how Autumn truly was, that he would want some changes.
My Daddy didn’t want me to be unhappy.
A half smile was on my face as I thought of him, of the dozens of games we had played
A month ago, Master Victor had taken me along on a business trip. We had gone to his home in LA, so he could look into some of his nightclubs there.
"It’s a large house. You’ll have plenty of room.” We had each had more than enough wine. "I'll count to fifty. That's all you get. He smirked. “Don't make it too easy, little whore. I know how much you need my cock. If you throw the game, I won't fuck you. I'll put you in the Closet when we get home. You need to give me a good chase.”
I blushed. "Yes, Master Victor."
"I'll close my--"
I didn't let him finish. I was off like a rabbit.
This was the night I learned that blue was his favorite color. He had dressed me in a blue lacy nothing that was too tight at my breasts.
As always, no panties.
I had run through the huge house, looking for hiding places. I didn’t know my way around. Yes, it was a game, but it was also scary. A powerful man was chasing me. When he caught me, he was going to take whatever he wanted.
Play or no, my body responded.
I beat him for a while, but eventually, he found me.
“There’s my little whore.”
I screamed, I had no idea he had been there, standing just beyond the doorway. I began to run, but he caught me by the hair and dragged me back to him. He chuckled as I screamed.
“Now, I’ve caught you. None of that.” He kissed me, hard, and then pulled my head back and bit me on the breast.
I struggled, but it was impossible. He was far too strong, he pinned my arms against the wall with one hand, and pushed two fingers into my wet pussy, I gasped and sobbed.
“See, there’s no use denying what a slut you are, little ‘Tasia.” He wiped his wet fingers across my face. “Let’s see what we can do to take
care of you.”
Master Victor dragged me by my hair out into his balcony. "Take Position Five." I hesitated, and he full slapped me across the face. That’s when I began to cry.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” My words were a rambling babble. I bent over as far as I could, grabbing my ankles. He grabbed my hips.
"Now, give me your arms." I did. First the left, and then the right. He grasped them behind my back and slammed his cock into me.
I was wet, so wet. This powerful man had been chasing me through his house, with the intent of fucking me when he caught me. How could that not make you wet and dripping? He held my arms there, pulling them so far behind me that they hurt, just the smallest amount. Then, he pulled me onto his thickness, over and over, and I began to scream and wail.
Master Victor did over one thousand kegals a day. He could easily fuck me for hours, and that's exactly what he did. He held me there, in the cool night air, pounding his cock into my wetness. He had no sympathy, no remorse. Twice, I grew close to coming, and he stopped. He would spank my ass for a solid ninety count, and then fuck me some more.
He made me scream and beg. I knew people across the street could hear me, but I didn't care. My wetness ran down his cock and balls, and he muttered a litany, telling me what a good little whore I was.
I was completely powerless.
I found a small, plush chair in Simon’s living room. The night was wrapped around me, like soft velvet. I sat, leaning back in the chair, my thoughts centered on my Daddy.
He was always so good to me.
Even though I had had sex only a few hours before, thinking about him always got me wet.
Gently, I slid my hand down my body, thinking of him. His face. The way he smiled when he was pleased with me.
He was everything I wanted.
I softly gasped as I started to rub my sweet, velvety folds.
Master Victor’s room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of candles. Master Victor loved candlelight, and his room was always awash with it. He took me into his king sized bed, and lay my naked body down amongst his plush bedding. He held me and we gently dozed for a couple of hours.
“Rest for a bit, pet.” I snuggled into his warmth.
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