Donna and Connor at 228 Harper's Cove

by Deanndra Hall

  Master Brad keeps going, and it’s clear he’s doing it correctly, but Beauty is only writhing and groaning. Master leans into my ear. “Pet, go over to Beauty. Squat by her head and give her some instruction.”

  When I’m down by her ear she whispers to me, “This is awful! I need to pee!”

  “No, sweetie, that’s what it’s supposed to feel like. Just let it go, baby.” She shakes her head violently. “Let it go, sweetie. Just turn loose. I promise it’ll be okay.” She makes a face, and I see her trying to relax.

  Next thing I know, Master Brad yells, “Thar she blows!” and starts to laugh. I look around Beauty and see a good-sized puddle, not to mention that Master Brad’s pant leg is wet. Looks like he didn’t stay out of the way that time.

  “That was very good, Master Brad,” Master tells him. He motions to Beauty and Master Brad nods. “Very good, Beauty. And good work, Pet,” Master says. I can’t help but smile. I feel best when he’s proud of me, and I can tell that he is.

  As I watch, Master teaches Master Brad proper ways to hogtie, a thing we don’t do but many D/s couples like. Then Master brings the nipple rings to me and I hold them as he uses the little bulbs and puts the rings on me, all the while instructing Master Brad on safety issues with any kind of nipple bindings. Beauty gets to try them out, and it appears she likes them.

  Before the night is over, I see Master Brad asking Master something in a low voice, and Master motions for me to come with him. We go up the stairs and he closes the door behind us. “He wants to fuck her and wanted some privacy. I’d very much like to fuck you, but I’ll wait until they leave. Sit on the sofa, Pet.” I pull a throw over and sit on it. Master kneels on the floor in front of me and spreads my legs apart, then uses his fingers to open my slit before burying his face in my folds. I can’t hold back the moan that roars out of my mouth.

  He teases me to near orgasm, then stops. When I start to settle down, he starts again and repeats. I’m frantic, needing to come, my pussy burning and my clit on fire. He denies me four times before he finally lets me come on the fifth, and I’m a squirming, watery mess. The orgasm is mighty, and I find it hard to breathe. When he stops, he smiles up at me.

  “Pet, I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispers into my breasts, his hands running up my chest and neck and into my hair.

  “You sure are!” I whisper back. He chuckles and kisses me, and I’m soaked in bliss.

  As soon as Master Brad and Beauty are out the door, Master turns to me and barks, “Sub, to my bed. Elbows and knees. I will fuck you now.” I run down the hallway, jump onto the bed, and get into position.

  In less than a swallow he’s behind me, buried all the way into me, his rock hardness slamming into my silkiness and hitting bottom over and over. It doesn’t matter if I come or not; listening to him moan and cry out is all I need. When he comes, he grinds deep into me and I feel his warmth and wetness bathe me inside. He falls onto the bed and pulls me into him, and I feel safe and loved. “Pet, you’re the world to me,” he whispers.

  “You’re my whole world,” I whisper back, but I think he’s already asleep.

  4

  Gloria

  Donna and Connor must’ve counseled that couple again tonight. I’ve seen them before. I think it’s weird that the woman wears that trench coat and it’s June, but whatever floats their boat, I suppose.

  I tell Russell, “Well, the Millicans had a couple over tonight.”

  “And you know this how?” he asks me.

  “Because I saw them getting out of the car when they came, and getting back into it when they left,” I tell him.

  “And you were watching why?” he asks me.

  I put my hands on my hips. “Because we don’t have a Neighborhood Watch group and someone needs to pay attention!”

  Russell laughs. “We don’t have a Neighborhood Watch group because all the neighbors know you’re watching them already!” He thinks that’s really funny.

  And then I remember: I was going to ask Donna about that truck that was at their house. It came up at about two o’clock in the morning and the guys unloaded some big boxes. That was right after they moved in. I’ve always wondered what that was about.

  Two o’clock in the morning. That’s an odd time for a delivery. I managed to sneak over there that morning, but everything was in boxes or wrapped up so I couldn’t see anything. The whole thing seems fishy.

  5

  Donna

  Gloria caught me outside when I came in from the store. I swear, I wonder if she’s sitting inside the window watching for us to come in. This time, she had something to ask me. “Hey, I saw that delivery truck right after you two moved in. Don’t you think two in the morning is an odd time to have something delivered, Donna?”

  Damn old battle axe. She doesn’t miss a thing. “They lost the stuff and had to bring it by. They had another job that morning to go to.”

  “What was all that stuff?” Gloria asks.

  Connor and I had already talked about this if it happened, so we’re on the same page. “Our exercise equipment. They lost it in the move and when it turned up, they put it on a truck coming this way. But they had to load another move that morning, so they had to bring it on over.” That sounded plausible.

  “I think I’d be taking legal action against an outfit that showed up at my house that time of morning,” she snarls.

  “Those things happen.” I give her a sweet smile. “Take the good with the bad, forgive, and go on.” I turn to the house. “I’ll see you another time, Gloria. I need to go work on the laundry.

  “Well, it was good to talk to you, Donna.” She stops, then asks, “By the way, how many different couples are you counseling?”

  “Right now? About five. All ages. All really nice people,” I tell her. “Gotta go.” I run into the house and almost slam the door shut behind me. I find her exhausting, and I’m just about ready to tell her the truth so she’ll leave us alone, but Connor says I can’t.

  I wish I could come up with some way to get rid of her. But we did talk about setting a trap so we could see if she’s snooping around here. I think we’ve got the plan together.

  Raina and Taylor come over this evening. I always enjoy their sessions. They’re both trying to learn, Raina to be the bottom and Taylor the top. Taylor is so gorgeous that I’d like to work with her, but Master does that. I work with Raina to help her understand the bottom’s responsibilities.

  Tonight Master has a surprise for them: A strap-on. I’m excited for them. They seem to want the lifestyle so badly; well, Raina does. I hate the term pain slut, but she kind of is one. She looks for the pain in any scene. Taylor’s very reluctant to give her any, and that’s a problem for them. It arouses Raina and scares Taylor―a hard combination to work with, but if anyone can, it’s Master.

  We get started on opposite sides of the dungeon. I decide to teach Raina about breathing methods during restraint. She’s learning to slow her breathing so she not only lasts longer in the restraints, but so that she gets that “spacey” feeling, almost like hyperventilating in reverse. We kneel together on the floor and I talk to her about positions, restrictions, constrictions, all of that stuff.

  I’m trying to not listen to Mistress Taylor and Master across the room, but it’s hard. I can hear him telling her something about safety being the most important thing. I don’t think that’s an issue for her; I think the problem is that she’s playing it way too safe. He’s talking to her about restraints and binding too. After the first thirty minutes, Master and Taylor cross to us, and it seems I miss something.

  “Pet, can you tell Raina what she did wrong just now?” Master asks me.

  “No, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t see what she did, sir. My eyes were averted.”

  “Actually, you just answered the question. You know better, sub,” he scolds Raina, then turns to Taylor. “This is your opportunity to correct and punish your sub. Decide now. Remember, swift but fitting punishment.”

 
Taylor nods. “Sub, to the bench. Maybe after I’ve paddled you you’ll remember to keep your eyes down unless I ask you to do otherwise.” Raina rises and crosses to the horse, lying down on it, and Mistress Taylor slips a blindfold over her eyes. We watch as her ass turns a rosy shade with the application of Taylor’s paddle, and there’s wiggling and squirming going on, not to mention some heavy-duty moaning and crying out. After thirty strikes, Taylor slips off the blindfold, undoes Raina’s restraints, and barks, “Up! To the table. Quickly!” Raina almost throws herself down on the restraint table, and Taylor binds her wrists, then climbs up onto the table with her. She drags her hand up Raina’s slit. “Uh-huh, you’re soaking wet, little sub. Do you want your mistress to fuck you?” Taylor’s already put the strap-on in place and I can tell she’s getting turned on just from wearing it. It’s a double, so one end is already inside her.

  “Yes, mistress, please fuck me,” Raina moans out.

  “You will know you’ve been fucked when I’m through with you,” Taylor growls and smiles at the same time. She presses the dong into Raina, who cries out.

  “Oh, god, mistress! Fuck me!” Raina squeals, her hips beginning to thrash up and down. The dong Master chose is pretty long and I know that every time it strikes the end of Raina’s channel, the other end does the same to Taylor, and both women look like they’re getting ready to go over the edge. Then Taylor does something I wasn’t expecting.

  She starts to stroke her own clit. I watch with glee while she comes but denies Raina the same pleasure. Instead, Taylor continues to stroke into her, listening to her groan and beg, and begins pleasuring herself again. When she comes the second time, her hips are bucking so hard that she’s really slamming into Raina, who’s now begging for a climax. But Taylor repeats the process.

  After her fourth orgasm, Taylor continues to stroke into Raina, but she also begins to tease Raina’s clit. The young woman begins to shriek and then comes, knotting up like crazy. Taylor continues the teasing and torturing until Raina is begging her to stop, then leans down and kisses her lover.

  Taylor breaks the kiss and looks over at Master. “So, as scenes go, how was that?”

  “I don’t know what it was like for Raina, but it made me want to fuck Pet. My dear, what did you think?” he adds, turning to me.

  I’m surprised that he’d ask my opinion, but I’ll give it. “I thought it was very effective. I liked the way Mistress pleasured herself and ignored Raina’s needs. That left Raina begging so that when she was given the opportunity to come, she did so in a grand fashion.” Master nods and smiles.

  “Taylor, did you see how aroused Raina was after the paddling?” Master asks.

  “Yes, sir, I did. Very.”

  “This is why it’s important that she practice submission and that you be a good Mistress. She needs this to feel complete and satisfied. Submissives who are turned on by a spanking can’t really function with anything less. They may not need it every time, but they do need it. Do you feel that you’re becoming more comfortable with the role of a top?”

  Taylor thinks for a minute, then says, “You know, I actually got excited myself this time. It was arousing to me to see her so aroused. So yes, I think I am.”

  “I’d like to teach you about clamps next, if you’d like to learn,” Master tells Taylor.

  “Yes! That’s something that is more passive for me, and I think that would be a good skillset to have.” Taylor is gazing with longing at Raina’s large, swollen nipples, and I know what she’s thinking. A nice pair of nipple clamps make a nice pair of nipples look even nicer.

  “Has she ever had her nipples clamped before?” Master asks Taylor. He tries to address the mistress and not the sub as much as possible.

  Taylor turns to Raina. “Sub, have you ever had clamps applied?”

  “No, Mistress,” Raina whimpers. I know that whimper; it’s not fear. It’s excitement.

  “Very good. We’ll begin with that.” Master looks to me. “Pet, please get the duck-bill clamps.”

  I run to the chest and open the clamp drawer. These clamps have adjustable pinchers so they can be started out gently and worked up to a good, hard pinch. When I hand them over to Master, he shows them to Taylor, letting her get a good idea of how they work and what can be done with them. She turns toward Raina with the clamps in her hands, and I see the bottom shiver in anticipation. When Taylor puts the clamps on her, Raina makes a tiny face, but not significant. Then Taylor takes a couple of turns on the thumbscrews and Raina whines just a tiny bit.

  “Ask her how that feels,” Master instructs Taylor.

  “Sub, is the intensity level bearable?”

  Raina nods her head. “Yes, Mistress.”

  I see Taylor look to Master, who nods. “Then I suppose we’ll have to make them a little bit tighter, won’t we?” She takes two turns on the thumbscrews and Raina almost shrieks. “Ah, better!” She turns to Master, who nods again. “I’ll apply a little more, sub. Let me know when they’re too tight.” She begins loosening the thumbscrews, and within a couple of seconds Raina cries out, “Oh, Mistress! Too tight!”

  Taylor looks at Master, and he nods and flashes her two fingers down low, so she says, “Then there will be another application of tension.” She releases the thumbscrews two more turns, and Raina shrieks in earnest. “Very nice. Throbbing, are they?”

  Raina whimpers, “Yes, Mistress! Oh, god, Mistress, I can’t stand it!”

  “You may safeword if you’d like.” I see Taylor break into a smile as Raina shakes her head. “When you fall into this, I will increase the tension a bit more. Now I’ll do something that will make your tits shake so the pain will be more acute.”

  She reaches for a big wand-type vibrator that she brought with her, and Raina squeals, “Oh, god, no, Mistress! Oh, please, not that!”

  “Your color, sub!” Taylor barks.

  “Greenish-yellow, Mistress,” Raina sniffles.

  “Would you like to safeword?” Taylor asks her.

  Raina shakes her head. “No, Mistress. Oh, god, it hurts!” Tears are forming in the outside corners of her eyes, and I’m waiting to see if they increase.

  Taylor snaps the wand on and Raina shudders. Before she can get the shudder under control, the head of the big vibrator is firm against her clit and she screams out. I turn to Master, not looking into his face, and I know he’s smiling at me. Taylor applies the vibrator, then removes it, then applies and removes, applies and removes, on and on. Raina is suffering, both from the clamps and from not being allowed to come. She whines out, “Mistress, may I come?”

  “No, you may not,” Taylor snaps and continues the torment. I’m wet just watching them. Taylor continues on in this fashion for at least ten minutes, and Raina is a crazed, squealing mess. Finally, she says, “Sub, I want you to come for your mistress,” and seats the vibrator on Raina’s swollen, over-sensitized bud.

  I feel my pussy pulsing as I watch Raina’s body stiffen, her belly rippling and hips shaking. At the last minute, Taylor reaches behind her and picks up a large dildo. She leaves the vibrator running and runs the dildo into Raina full-force.

  Raina’s body is convulsing under the onslaught. Taylor keeps the vibrator on her clit and begins a vigorous pumping of the dildo in and out of her engorged, soaked, hot cunt. Raina screams out another huge orgasm, and Taylor turns off the vibrator and throws the dildo to the side.

  I see Master look at his watch. “Mistress, it’s been sixteen minutes. The clamps have to come off now.” Master moves to Raina’s side; the young woman is still heaving and trembling. “I’ll show you how to take them off. Pinch with your fingers behind the clamp, turn the thumbscrew with one hand until it’s loosened enough, and pull it off. Then start to release the nipple from your fingers slowly. Or, if you want, you can just take it off fast and listen to her scream as the blood flows back into it.” He releases his fingers from Raina’s nipple and she whines.

  Then he reaches over and in one smooth move loosen
s the thumbscrew on the other side and pulls the clamp off. Raina yells out, “Fuck! That hurts like a son of a bitch! Oh my god!”

  Taylor grins. “I see what you mean. Interesting.” I see a tiny smile turn up the corners of her lips.

  Yep. Just as I suspected. A true dominant.

  “So what did you think of the scene, Taylor?” Master is trying to evaluate what went on so he can better help them.

  “I thought it was very good. I enjoyed it. Raina?” she asks, turning to her sub.

  “It was awesome! The pain was so intense. I was really turned on, really wanted it. I can’t wait to do it again!” She’s smiling even though her nipples are bright red and swollen to enormous size.

  Taylor looks at Master. “May I speak to your sub directly?” Good girl―she understands the protocol.

  “Of course. Please do.”

  “Pet, how would you rate the scene?” Taylor asks.

  I think for a few minutes. “I thought it was very good. Although if I were performing as the top, I would’ve made the clamps a little tighter.”

  Taylor and Master look at me like I’m crazy. “And why is that?” Master asks.

  “Because it should hurt enough that the bottom can’t even speak of it. They can only pant or cry out. If she could still answer questions, they weren’t tight enough.” I think that’s sufficient.

  “That’s an interesting observation, Pet.” Master is grinning at me. “Perhaps you can instruct me later on the appropriate application of pain with clamps.”

  “Master, it’s fortunate for me that you are far harsher with me than Mistress is with Raina.” I let loose a shy little smile, and I hear Master chuckle.

  “Is that right? Then perhaps I’ll have to go one step farther, hmmm?” he asks, and I feel a gush between my legs.

  Ah, promises, promises.