He came up behind me and stroked my pussy. I felt his finger going down my slit, towards my clit, rubbing it gently, managing to arouse me. He leaned his head down and I felt his tongue on my pussy teasing it. He flicked his tongue all around my clit but did not touch my sensitive little bud. I was frantic and began to squirm in my restraints. "No." He said, applying a sharp smack to my ass. "Stay still, I haven't allowed you to move".
I moaned but did my best to stay still. He continued with his caresses, pushing a couple of fingers inside me as he kept teasing my clit with his tongue, determined to drive me insane. He only stopped when he felt I was near the edge, with my legs shuddering wildly, and my lips clenching over his fingers.
He took up his position behind me, grabbing something from the table, leaving me highly aroused. I heard the swish just before a cane landed across my right cheek and I wasn’t able to muffle the small cry that escaped my mouth, as the shot of excruciating pain rushed through my body. My buttocks were still sore from last night's cropping.
The second stroke hit me on the inside of my left thigh and this time, I screamed in pain.
"Oh, this one is a screamer." Master Jonas said, obviously displeased, and he went to fetch a ball gag. He put it on me preventing me from making a sound, before he went back to the job at hand.
He came up behind me and once more he teased my clit until he took me to the edge, but not letting me go over it.
I didn’t know why he was teasing me like that but I guess it was part of his play, but if I came without permission I would surely get more strokes from the evil cane. He took a couple of steps back just before I heard another swish and felt the pain as the cane landed across my left cheek. Another quick stroke landed again on the inside of my thigh as my sobs and screams were muffled by the gag.
Again, he came up behind me and bent his head down, teasing me with his tongue and fingers, almost making me forget the pain. He stepped back yet again, making the cane land over both my cheeks and right after it, a blow over both my thighs.
Tears rolled down my face freely and my whole body trembled with the pain. He came up to me one more time, licking my swollen clit and fucking me with his fingers until I couldn’t take it anymore and I went rigid as a powerful orgasm swept over me.
"What a naughty girl" Master Jonas said. "I wonder what your Master will say about that."
I felt terribly ashamed to have cum but Master Jonas was an experienced man and knew just how to make a girl cum.
I wanted to cry out the unfairness of it all, but I knew that wouldn’t get me anywhere.
I could still remember the one time I had called one of master's actions not fair.
"Not fair?" Master had asked. "Who said anything had to be fair, my sweet slave? You still have a lot to learn, our relationship has nothing to do with fairness. My word is law, and my orders ought to be obeyed. There is no fairness about it. Do you understand?"
And I did understand. I had neither voice nor vote. My sole existence was meant to obey, to follow orders.
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the table, and waited. I knew there would be retaliation.
I heard them talking and Master Jonas came back to me.
"Well, it must be your lucky day. Your Master has decided that four more strokes will be sufficient as punishment." He took up his position once more and I felt a line of fire across my ass followed by another one just below.
Those were hard strokes and I screamed into my gag. I braced myself for the last two but he seemed in no hurry to administer them. He ran his hand over my ass, tracing the fresh welts and then stepped back. I heard the swish of the cane once more and felt as the stroke landed on the tender skin of my inner thigh. This was followed by a stroke down the crack of my ass, and I almost passed out from the pain.
Master Jonas turned to Master and said: "There, I trust that was satisfactory. She's very responsive but obviously needs more training."
"Yes, she does." Master answered, and I could tell from his tone just how disgruntled he was. "Please, release her."
Master Jonas undid my wrist and ankle restraints and removed the ball gag and helped me stand up, on my shaky legs.
Master looked at me. "What do you say, girl?" I turned and looked at Master Jonas and managed to mumble a "Thank you, Master" through my labored breathing.
Master Jonas smiled pleased.
"Could you leave us alone for a few minutes, Jonas?" Master asked, and the steely tone in his voice almost made me beg Master Jonas not to leave us.
"Sure, join us upstairs when you're done." Master Jonas agreed with an evil smirk.
"So you turned out to be a little slut that comes for anybody." He said, when we were alone in the dungeon.
"No, Master, I swear." I said.
He looked at me with rage in his eyes "Then, how do you explain you coming just now?" he asked firing ice droplets with every word.
"I don't know, Master." He was very angry, I could see it in his eyes. Why then had he let me off with only a few strokes? I wondered.
The reason soon became obvious. He had some much worse punishment in store for me.
He dragged me to a St. Andrew's cross, and restrained my wrists to it, before grabbing my ankles, pass a rope through the cuff's ring and pull it as high as he could, leaving my pussy and inner thighs completely exposed to him, and totally immobilized, hanging from my wrists and ankles.
"Now, I believe a good pussy whipping is what is called for in a case like this."
"Please, master, I swear I didn’t mean to…" I begged, scared, but his answer to my pleads was to pick-up the ball gag and put it back on me.
Master picked up a crop before he approached me and whispered in my ear: "This is for being such a slut tonight. He stepped back and brought the crop down across the backs of my thighs and pussy. I screamed into the ball gag. Another stroke slashed across my pussy. I thought I would pass out with the pain. Again and again, he whipped my sore pussy, till I lost count of the strokes and I could barely breathe.
Finally he stopped and kneeled between my legs. "Let's see if you cum so quickly for me." he said. My lips were covered with red welts and he rudely parted them exposing my aching clit before he began to lick it, suck it and kiss it. He pushed two fingers into my cunt and combined the caresses in a way that despite the searing pain, I began to feel aroused. He licked and pressed my clit some more, soothing the pain, his fingers still pounding in and out of my pussy.
He pulled away for a few moments as he got up, and unzipped his pants. His cock was standing to attention and he plunged it into me, deeply. In this position, penetration was total and I could feel him touching my cervix with his cock and pressing my welts with his body. Mixed pain and pleasure rushed through my body in a maddening pace and I was sobbing and screaming through the gag.
He pounded into me hard. I could feel him filling me up totally. Each stroke of his cock brought me nearer to orgasm, until he clawed harshly at my breasts and tipped me over the edge into a wild orgasm. Master continued fucking me a few more seconds before collapsing over me with a shout of triumph.
He slipped out of me, took the ball gag from my mouth and carefully released me from the cross and carried me to a bed, nearby.
I just stayed there, unable to move. My body was completely drained and the pain from the cane and the crop still rushed through my body.
"Can you get up?" master asked, in a soft gentle tone, the tone that sometimes made me believe he really cared for me.
I wanted to cry out a resounding 'no', but I was so afraid of his reaction, I gathered the threads of strength I still had left and slowly got up.
"Yes, Master." I murmured a bit dizzy as the pain intensified.
"Let's go then." He leashed me and guided me towards the elevator.
The rest of the day was a real nightmare. I had to hide the pain I was in as Master chatted with Master Jonas and enjoyed the company and attention of the other two slaves.
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en we finally returned to the hotel, I felt I was on the verge of passing out. He helped me to walk across the hotel's lobby, and when we were there, I thought I caught a glimpse of a white fedora but I wasn’t sure so I said nothing to Master.
Master must have sensed I wasn’t feeling well, because he ordered me to shower and go to bed as soon as we got to our suite.
The shower tortured and soothed my bruised body at the same time, so I didn’t linger there. When I managed to get to my bed, master entered my room with the anti-inflammatory ointment on his hands.
He smeared the appeasing cream over all my welts, made me take a couple of painkillers and tucked me into bed.
By the time he left my room I was already unconscious.
Chapter 3
The next thing I remember was master’s voice calling me. “Mary Elizabeth, wake up.”
I slowly opened my eyes, regaining consciousness of the pain rushing through my body. “Master…” I murmured.
“How are you feeling today?” he asked, and I could swear there was worry in his tone.
“My whole body hurts, master.” I mumbled, trying to move in bed.
“Well… yes… you better stay in bed today then. I’ll order you breakfast in bed.” He offered, caressing my hair.
“Thank you, master.” I sighed and closed my eyes.
When breakfast arrived I managed to sit in bed and ate some of the delicacies master had ordered for me.
I spent the whole day and night in bed, alone, and master was coming and going throughout the whole time. I guess he must have gone out, maybe even to visit Master Jonas, but I didn’t ask. My body hurt too much and my mind was clouded with all the painkillers I had been taking.
The only coherent thought I kept having was about Master. Was my relationship with him worth all I had been through so far? He had kidnapped me, forced me to be his slave and accept his expectations of me. I was wearing his tattoo and even his brand that he had burned on me with a hot iron. His punishments and plays were getting more and more violent and it was starting to scare me. How much could I take? I had been in love with him ever since I first met him, but sometimes my brain questioned my decision of staying with him.
The next day I was feeling much better, and I joined master for breakfast in our living room.
“How are you feeling this morning, my little slave?” Master asked me, allowing me to eat, sitting at the table.
“Much better, Master.”
“Good. This will be our last day here. We’ll leave tonight for Athens on a helicopter. I don’t want to waste any more time.” He informed me, and I could hear a hint of resentment in his tone for the day before.
“That sounds good, Master. Do you have plans for today, Master?” I asked, in a soft tone trying to keep him in a good mood.
“Yes, we’ll go on a tour around the nearest islands with Jonas and the girls, on his own yacht.” He informed me. “I hope you don’t get sea sick.”
“As far as I know, no, Master.”
“Good, I don’t want to ruin another day.” This time the resentment was obvious in his tone and I had to bite down my tongue not to reply.
When I finished I asked permission to use the bathroom and he allowed me. "Yes, you may." And he followed me in.
I had gotten used to him seeing me pee, so I was not unduly bothered by his presence, like I was the first times he did it, so I just sat down on the toilet and peed. When I was done, I dried myself and washed my hands, as I wondered why he had followed me into the bathroom, however he just needed to pee too. Why he hadn’t used his own bathroom escaped my knowledge. When he finished, we left the bathroom. I crawled out behind him, back to my room.
"Master, would it be better if I prepared our luggage before we leave?" I asked, remembering he had told me we were supposed to leave for Athens in the evening.
"We don’t have time for that. I already ordered someone from the hotel to take care of that for us. Just leave the clothes you'll be wearing while traveling over your bed.
"Yes, Master." I did as he told me to and prepared the clothes for later, and packed in a beach bag what I might need for the tour, and did the same with master's clothes.
We left to meet Master Jonas and his girls at the pier only a few minutes later. Master Jonas' yacht was a pretty big one, and as soon as we arrived we left for our tour. Thankfully, I didn’t get seasick, and I was able to enjoy the trip.
Master ordered me to use only my bikini thong, like Johanna and Jasmine and so the three of us were topless around the boat. We had helped each other putting on sunscreen while we chatted.
I was enjoying the sun lying on a lounger, while the other girls played in the Jacuzzi, with Master Devlin, when Master Jonas came up to me.
"So little slave, was I too harsh on you the other night?" he asked me.
"No, Master." I answered sitting up to face him.
"And why were you ill yesterday?" he insisted.
"I guess it was just a combination of many other things, Master." I answered, sticking to the truth as much as I could.
"Good. I like to play hard, but only with people that like that as much as I do. Incapacitating a person is not my kind of thrill." He replied, and his tone was dead serious.
"What do you mean by that, Master, if I may ask?" I couldn’t help asking. His posture seemed so different from Master Devlin's that I wanted to know.
"Do you know what a masochist is, little one?" he asked me instead.
"Yes, Master, it's someone that enjoys pain," I answered.
"Would you describe yourself as a masochist?"
"A few weeks ago I would have answered that question with a resounding 'no', Master, but now, things don’t seem that clear."
"Let me give you an example. If I had just caned you the other night, without touching you in any other way, do you believe you would have come like you did?"
I took a few seconds to think about it, but actually my answer was clear. "No, I wouldn’t have, master."
"So, pain by itself doesn’t give you pleasure."
"Just pain? No, it just gives me pain."
"Then I wouldn’t consider you a pure masochist. Pain doesn’t kill your pleasure, but it sure isn’t what causes your pleasure. The people I like to play with thrill on pain. The harder I play the harder they come. They crave for pain, there's no pleasure for them without the pain."
"I see." And I did, at least some part of it. I had a hard time believing someone might need pain to feel pleasure. For me, pain only meant pain and torture.
He caressed my face with the back of his hand. "It's a pity you don’t enjoy pain, I wanted to have a bit more fun with you."
I started with his words. "Please, Master, don’t think I'm refusing to play with you." I begged, imagining Master's reaction to that. He wouldn’t like it, at all.
"No, little slave, I know you're not. But like I told you, I only like to play with people who really enjoy what I'm doing." His tone was soothing. He didn’t want to cause me problems and that calmed me a bit.
We had a very good day, enjoying the sea, visiting on motorcycle’s the small villages where we docked, having lunch on the yacht, and even engaging in a small orgy, where all of us touched, kissed and fucked the rest. It was a very sensuous experience and I have to admit I enjoyed it. It wasn’t the first time I played with a woman, so it wasn’t awkward or strange to me.
Having one of the twins between my legs, pleasuring me with her skilled tongue, while Master Devlin plunged his thick cock deep down my throat was simply astonishing, as it was to have Master Devlin pounding my ass hard as Master Jonas fucked my mouth. I lost count of how many times I came that day: simple pleasure, no pain, no rage, a whole day dedicated to bliss and delight in so many ways.
Back to Ios, we said goodbye to Master Jonas and the twins and headed to the hotel to get changed and pick up our things.
On our way through the lobby, I saw the man in the white fedora, sitting on a couch near the entrance
. I considered telling Master about it, but then I thought it was unnecessary, since we would be leaving Ios in less than a couple of hours, which meant I wouldn’t be seeing him again.
In our suite, I checked the room to see if we were leaving anything behind, and once I was sure, we left for Athens.
It was my first ride in a helicopter and it was amazing. I would have enjoyed it more if it was by day. Even so, Athens by night was fantastic. The helicopter gave us a small tour around town, showing us the Acropolis, lit against the dark sky. It was something unforgettable.
We landed on the hotel's roof, and in no time, we were entering our suite in Athens. I put all our things we would be needing for the night and the following day in their places, before we went to the hotel restaurant for dinner.
"I've decided to stay here in Athens a couple more days. Jonas told me that the club here is worth a couple of visits and I don’t want to miss this opportunity." Master announced to me while we were eating. "We'll be going there tonight, just after dinner."
"Oh, that sounds interesting, Master." I managed to mumble. My visits to the club back home had never ended up well for me, so I couldn’t say I was eager to go to a Greek version of it.
"I expect your best behavior once we're there." He warned me.
"Of course, master."
Next to our table, at the restaurant, there was another table, taken by a group of eight or nine people, men and women, around my age, probably college guys, enjoying summer vacations, from northern Europe, if you judged them by their colors. They were quite noisy and seemed to be having a blast. There were more men than women and some of the men were obviously talking about me, and even signaling me.
I did my best not to look at them and ignore them, especially when I could see in Master's face his disgruntle towards the situation.
A burst of laughter from their table startled me and unconsciously I looked over there.
"Is there anything so interesting in that table that you can't take your eyes from it?" his furious claim, made me wish to cry out of frustration.
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