I was impatient to hear what Master had to say about his new plans, but I kept quiet. He would talk about it when he was ready, and not before.
He must have noticed my impatience because he grinned at me. "All right, all right, I will tell you about what I already have planned, the rest, we will plan as we go along." He explained. "First, I would like to explore around this area, maybe visit some of the other islands nearby and before we leave for Turkey, we could go to Athens, where we will be able to buy the clothes we will need, and maybe even do some sightseeing." He continued. "In Athens, there's a branch of the Lustra Club I've always wanted to visit," he said with an evil grin, "so, we will make time to visit it and try their dungeons out."
I heard the news and struggled to keep my face expressionless. The memories of my last visit to the club, back home were still very clear in my mind. I needed a few days to recover from it, as well as a good amount of painkillers. I knew that night had been a special night, but that didn’t make the idea of going to one of those clubs any easier.
"That sounds interesting, Master." I commented as he seemed to expect it, with a faint smile.
"Then we'll leave for Istanbul, Ankara and Pamukkale. Turkey is a place with a lot of charm and I'm sure you'll enjoy it. My family has several business acquaintances there, so we might pay some of them a visit as well. In Istanbul there is also a branch of the Lustra club. I've been told their dungeons are quite amazing, and some of the most famous sadists among the club's members are registered there."
That wasn’t good news tome. I knew it, every single nerve on my body warned me of it, but I tried to remain calm. Protesting wouldn’t get me anywhere, and I knew it very well.
We finished our salads and the waiter brought our fish with a very good selection of fresh vegetables, sprinkled with olive oil and fries. As he ate his fish he carried on: "I'm sure we will love the pools in Pamukkale. They look as if they were made of white cotton, you must have seen them over the internet."
"Now that you mention it, Master, yes, I have, and it looked like an amazing place."
"It is and we'll have a great time there, I'm sure."
When we finished our meal, he ordered coffee for both of us. Greek coffee was way too strong for my taste and I decided to turn it down. "No, thank you, Master, I don’t like this kind of coffee."
Master's expression changed completely. His grin disappeared and his expression became as cold as ice. "I already ordered it, so drink it. It will keep you awake."
"Yes, Master." I accepted, cursing in silence my own stupidity. I should know better by now. But I keep hoping he will act normally, and accept a 'no' from me.
After lunch we went back to the hotel and spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool. Around six o'clock, Master decided to go for a walk through town. According to him, there were a few interesting shops worth looking at, and since it was summer time, the sun was up until almost 10:00 pm, so the shops were open late.
I put on a short, white, summer dress and sandals, a better option to walk on cobbled streets, and off we went.
I loved walking through the narrow streets, peeking in the windows of the small shops of local handicrafts and similar shops. One of these shops sold horse riding clothes and accessories, such as boots, caps, saddles, whips and a large collection of crops.
Master took a good look at the window before he dragged me in. I knew immediately what he was looking for and it took him no time to find one that pleased him: a riding crop with a rather large flap, in shining black leather.
He examined it thoroughly, testing it in the air, smiling at the swoosh sound it did, before he paid for it, ignoring the curious stares of the shop assistant.
I couldn’t help looking at it as if it had come straight from hell. I knew exactly how he was going to use that crop.
"I have an idea" Master said, and I hoped the idea had nothing to do with the crop. "Why don't we buy some of the clothes we'll need here? There seems to be some good shops here. That way we will have more time for sightseeing in Athens," he suggested.
"Yes, Master, that seems to be a good idea." I agreed, forcing my mind to think about shopping and not in the damn crop.
"Remember, you don't have to worry about money, just buy whatever you like and whatever you need. I want my new slave to look good," he added.
"Thank you, Master, that's very generous of you." I still had trouble accepting his money, but since he had taken away everything I had before, I guess it was only fair that he would replace it.
I decided the first thing I wanted, were new sunglasses, the Greek sun was definitely brighter than the English one, and I needed protection for my eyes, so we stopped at an optician. I looked around the store till I found the perfect pair.
Then next were the shoe shops. There were quite a few good ones so I picked one shop that seemed to have all I would need. I was looking for sandals, casual shoes for hiking, smart shoes to wear for dinner and some really high heels for dressy occasions. It took me a while but finally I had chosen the right shoes for the right occasions.
While I was choosing and trying on the shoes, I kept looking at Master, checking his mood. The last thing I wanted was to exasperate him with my shopping.
I had the shoes wrapped and Master asked the salesgirl to send it to our hotel, so we wouldn’t have to carry the packages around.
On our way through town, I saw a man staring at me. It caught my attention because his eyes seemed to bore into me. He was wearing a white fedora, and despite the merciless sun, he was the first person I saw wearing a hat like that one. I told Master about it, but when he turned to look at the man, the man had disappeared.
"I'm sure he was just staring at a beautiful woman," Master said, with a pleased smile.
"If you say so, Master," I said, and put the man out of my mind.
The next shop I went to was a boutique. Master came in too and I began to look at the clothes. There were so many beautiful clothes I didn't know where to start. Master went to a rail of dresses and pulled out one. "Try this one on." He said, handing it to me. "I believe it will suit you." It was a black, night dress, long and extremely elegant.
I took the dress and went into the changing room. I tried it on, loving the way it hung on my body, and came out to show him.
"Beautiful, you must have it."
I smiled pleased and went back to take it off, while Master paid for it.
We left the store and he spotted another shop across the street and we went in.
"Master?" I asked in a quiet voice. "May I buy some shorts and jeans, please?" I knew I was risking a lot here, but I missed wearing them.
"No, my sweet." he said, and his tone remained calmed. "No jeans, no trousers, no shorts".
I tried to hide my disappointment, but he must have sensed it, because he gave me a kiss and said: "You may have anything else, though."
Oh well, I thought, I guess I could live without trousers and jeans, so I sighed. "Yes Master, thank you."
I chose to buy mainly pastel colored clothes for the day time, since they were cooler and better to face the hot temperatures here and in Turkey. When it came to evening wear though, I tried on dresses in dark colors. Black, navy blue, burgundy and deep red were some of the colors I chose and Master seemed to agree with me that they suited me perfectly.
As with the shoes, Master asked for the bags to be delivered to our hotel, otherwise we would be carrying too many bags by now.
He had bought some clothes for himself, as well as a couple of shoes, and we were better equipped now to face our extended vacation.
Master decided it was time to stop shopping and look for a place to have dinner. The sun was almost completely buried in the dark blue sea.
"Let's look for a place to eat around here. I'm too tired and too hungry to wait until we get back to the hotel," He announced.
"Yes, Master, that's a very good idea."
Nearby, we found a small local restaurant and Master decided it would b
e a good idea to try some of the Greek cuisine.
As we were going into the restaurant, I caught a glimpse of the man in the white fedora, on the other side of the street. When I turned to look again, he wasn’t there anymore, so I assumed I was imagining things and didn’t pay much more attention.
I decided to try an eggplant and spinach salad with feta cheese, followed by a dish called moussaka, with cheese, eggplant and mutton. Master chose Greek meatballs stuffed with feta cheese and Souvlaki, grilled skewers of small pieces of meat and vegetables. The food was amazing and the place's ambiance was great too. We could hear the island's typical music in the background and the patrons chitchat.
It was pretty late when we got back to the hotel, but all in all, it had been a good day.
Our bags were waiting for us at the reception desk and a bellboy helped us take them up to our room. We were staying in a suite with two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a living room, since Master liked to sleep alone.
The bellboy dropped the bags in the living room and as soon as he left, I undressed quickly and kneeled on the floor, near the main door waiting for instructions.
"So, my little slave, did you enjoy your day?" Master asked, as he unwrapped his new crop. I looked at it and my body shuddered in anticipation.
"Yes Master, very much, thank you."
"I'm glad to hear that, but I would like a more tangible thank you from you." He replied, trying his crop in the air, his eyes locked on me, enjoying the fear in my expression. "Kneel in front of the coffee table and bend over it, and put your hands over your head." He ordered me, and I slowly crawled to the table, and bent over it.
I felt the first sting of the crop against my ass and I bit my lips trying to muffle my moans of pain. He hit me once, twice, three times… and more, many more times, each stroke leaving a swollen, red welt on my ass, my thighs and my lower back, my initial moans transformed into tearful sobs. Then, he stopped, he kneeled behind me, kicked my legs open, and leaning over me, he took his fingers to my pussy and rubbed my clit, arousing me. He shoved a couple of fingers inside me and with his thumb over my clit, his fingers applied pressure to my G' spot. I moaned out loud, this time with pleasure, and taking out his fingers he entered me from behind and pounded me hard, interspersing his strokes with strokes from the crop, this time across my back.
Despite the pain, pleasure still crept through me and soon I was begging Master to let me cum and for once he allowed me immediately, his own body also on the verge of the powerful orgasm. He thrust hard a few more times before I felt his hot sperm inside me. We laid there, slumped over the table, for a few moments.
Chapter 2
Master finally got off of me, wiping his dripping cock on my buttocks. "Go get showered and then off to bed. I'm tired and I want to get some sleep. I have a lot of things planned for tomorrow."
"Yes, Master." I slowly crawled to my room, feeling with each movement the sting of the welts on my skin. I took a very quick shower, sobbing quietly at the burning sensation of the water washing over my welts. I applied an anti-inflammatory ointment on all the welts I was able to reach, dragged my spent body to bed and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.
Master woke me up early in the morning with a hard smack on my ass. "Get up, little slave, I have something for you."
I quickly jumped out of bed and kneeled in front of him, my head down, my hands behind my back. "Good morning Master." I greeted him.
"Since we'll be going to the beach and using swimming pools, I decided I had to get you a collar that you wouldn’t have to take off." He announced, cheerfully. "I found this one yesterday, while you were buying your clothes." He showed it to her. "It's made of stainless steel." The collar was a steel band, of at least an inch high, with a big D engraved in the back and the usual 'O' ring in the front. "I don’t want to see you again without your collar, you have no excuses now."
"Thank you Master, I love it." He put it around my neck and locked it in place. It felt heavy and I was sure it would take me a while to get used to it.
He pulled down his boxers and showed me his half aroused cock. "Thank me properly, slave." He ordered and I immediately opened my mouth and let him shove his cock deep inside it. He grabbed me by my hair, steadying my head as he plunged his cock in and out of me, hard and deep ignoring my gagging. It didn’t take him much to cum hard down my throat, and I almost sighed with relief. "Take a quick shower and get ready to leave. I don’t want to wait for you."
"Yes, Master." I crawled to the bathroom and did as he said. My body still felt stiff from last night's crop, so I applied some more ointment before I put on one of my new dresses and sandals. I crawled into the living room where he was already waiting for me, sitting at the small table near the French doors, where our breakfast is served. I crawled next to him, and remained kneeled next to his chair.
"Today, we will visit an old friend of mine, who has a summer house here, on the island. He's a dom too, so I expect your best behavior while we are there, is that clear?" he informed me, while he ate breakfast and fed me some of his
"Yes, Master, I'll do all in my power to be on my best behavior." I assured him.
"Good. We'll be spending the whole day there, but you won't need more clothes than the ones you're already wearing."
"Yes, Master."
We left the hotel only a few minutes later, heading to the house of Master's friend. I wasn’t very sure of how I felt about this visit. My instincts yelled at me I wasn’t going to like it, but there wasn’t much I could do, so I tried not to anticipate and take things as they came.
The house was actually a big white mansion, over a small cliff, far from any other buildings, with the sea at its feet. Master parked the car just outside the front door and hopped out of the car. I did the same, but before I could take a step, Master's voice stopped me. "Strip all your clothes, and take off your sandals, you won't use them here." Shock rushed through me and I hesitated for a split second, but enough for Master to notice it and to cross my face with a hard slap. "Now, it's not open to discussion." He warned me.
I quickly took all my clothes off and my sandals and piled them over the car seat.
Master attached my leash to my new collar and ordered me to crawl on the gravel ground. I fell to my hands and knees and painfully crawled to the house's entrance. This visit wasn’t starting well.
Master rang the bell and the door was opened by a phlegmatic man that was obviously the butler. The man never even batted an eyelid at my appearance. Surely he was used to it.
"Good morning, Master Devlin, welcome back." The man greeted master with an expressionless tone, as he invited us in. The house was extremely elegant and luxurious, with a modern décor.
"Thank you, Miles, it's good to be back."
"Master Robson is at the beach. He asked you to join him there." The other man informed.
"Great."
Master tugged on my leash and led me to a glass elevator on the other side of the room that took us directly to the beach beneath us. There, over the golden sand, a beige sailcloth awning provided shade to a table and chairs. In the sun, there were a few sun loungers.
A man, around master's age, blond, and handsome, was lying in one of the loungers, watching as two naked women played with a ball in the water.
"Devlin, old friend! I'm glad you could make it." The man said, as he got up, exposing his naked body, in all its muscled glory.
"Jonas, thank you for inviting me. I wouldn’t have missed this opportunity, you know that." Both men hugged just like old friends do, before Master Jonas, turned to look at me.
"So, this is your new acquisition?"
"Yes, it is. Stand up slave, and get into inspection position." Master ordered me, and I obeyed immediately, standing up, legs spread shoulder length, hands crossed behind my head, breasts shoved forward. Master signaled me allowing Master Jonas to proceed.
Master Jonas took his time to inspect me. He ran his hands through almost every inch o
f my body, caressing, squeezing, pinching and poking. He even made me open my mouth for him to check. He had put special attention to the welts on my back, running his finger painfully over the reddest ones.
"She's a fine slave, you're a very lucky man." Master Jonas said when he finally finished his humiliating inspection. "I hope you'll allow me to play with her today." His words startled me, and I looked at master scared.
"Of course, you can play all you want, but you can't fuck her. That's my own privilege." Master's answer sank my heart, and I felt an almost irrepressible desire to run out of there. But there was no place to run to.
"Of course, of course, I'll be more than happy just playing with that adorable body of hers." The man answered, with a devious grin in his face.
"Join the other girls, slave, you can introduce yourself to them." Master told me, as he unleashed me. "You don’t have to crawl while we're here."
"Thank you, master." I slowly lowered my hands and walked to the water. "Hello." I greeted, shyly.
"Hi, there." The other women greeted me back. They were identical twins, redheads, amazing green eyes and simply gorgeous.
"I'm Mary Elizabeth, Master Devlin's slave." I introduced myself.
"Hi, Mary Elizabeth, I'm Johanna." One of them replied.
"And I'm Jasmine, we are Master Jonas' slaves." The other one added. "Please join us, it's fun." She invited me, and with nothing better to do, I joined them.
We played for a while, giggling and chitchatting, until we were called by our masters. It was lunch time.
They joined the men under the awning, where a delicious cold meal was served. I kneeled next to master, who had taken off his clothes too, and watched the other girls take seats at the table. Apparently, they had a different dynamic.
Master caressed my hair calling my attention, and with a smiled he authorized me to sit next to him and eat by myself.
"Thank you Master."
Lunch was a very relaxed moment, and I was almost sorry it was over.
"Well Devlin, why don’t we spend some time at the dungeon? I'm looking forward to playing with your delicious slave." Master Jonas said, a little while after the table had been cleared from lunch.
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