What is he going to want to do to me next?
CHAPTER FOUR
Grand Tour of Shame
It’s another two days before I hear from Master again. Another package arrives, on Friday. Inside is a black gown with no sleeves, and no back. There’s a pair of black silk panties, and black high heels in my size.
With it is an envelope, with a roman numeral III. I open it, and pull out another letter. Also in the package… is small duffel bag, containing a length of coarse rope as thick as my pinky finger.
Holly,
I would be honored if you would wear this tonight. Meet me at the address below. Say yes to everything, and your debt is forgiven in full.
Master
Oh my god. Can he be serious? He’s never lied, before. I go through with… whatever new humiliations he’s got planned for me tonight, and I’m free and clear forever.
But then I think. Do I want to be free and clear? Not of the debt. Of Marco. He’s made me feel things, do things in the past several days that I’ve never experienced before. But I’ve never had such intense orgasms before, either. It’s… intoxicating to think about.
I wear the panties, the dress, and the heels. A car arrives at nine to pick me up, and ferry me off.
I arrive at an industrial-looking building at nine thirty. It looks like a renovated warehouse. I get out, and head for the entrance.
Master is waiting for me, in the lobby. It’s some kind of nightclub? I brought the duffel bag with the rope. Just what does Master have in mind?
He smiles. “Good, you came.” I come close, and he kisses my cheek. He pulls out an envelope, and opens it. It’s a contract.
No no no no. I’m not signing anything. I’m not letting him bind me on paper. He sees me go stiff, and he shakes his head. “No no, Holly. This contract isn’t for you. It’s for me.” He hands it over to me, for my perusal.
“It says that if you agree to your treatment tonight, to your own satisfaction… then at the end of the night, I formally absolve you of any and all financial obligations. You’re free and clear.”
I look over the contract. It stands up. I look at Master. “If I do what you say.”
He nods. “Yes.”
I bite my lip. I have no idea what’s waiting for me inside this club of his, but I’m just a few hours away from erasing my debt to him forever.
It has to be worth it. Doesn’t it? I nod, and hand him back the contract. “Sign it.”
He does. The driver co-signs as witness. He folds up the contract, and tucks it back into the envelope, which goes into his suit jacket. Master is wearing an elegant but simple black tuxedo. He looks positively ravishing.
He holds out his hand to me. “Come along.”
We pass through curtains. On the other side is no night club. It’s a dungeon. Men and women walk around wearing the strangest outfits I’ve ever seen— when they’re wearing anything at all. Master walks me through the room, to a padded hobby-horse looking thing.
“It’s a Bondage Horse,” he explains, as he opens the small bag and pulls out the rope. “Now. Put your hands behind your back.”
I hesitate. “Master… there are so many people here.”
He nods, and keeps his cold gaze on me. “Yes, whore. I told you I wanted your dignity. I mean to have it. Every shred of it.” I open my mouth and close it, a few times. I don’t know what to say.
“If it gets to be too much, if you genuinely can’t handle what’s going to happen, Holly, say the word. Say ‘rosebud’ and everything ends. You go back to your quiet, dull little life, and yes, you spend the rest of your adult years paying for your father’s mistakes. Is that what you want?”
I don’t know what to say. He leans in close, and whispers in my ear. “Or spend just a few short hours in my care, and be free forever. Doesn’t that sound worth it?”
He steals a kiss, before leaning on the bondage horse. “Who knows. You may even get to like it. You’ve enjoyed yourself so far.”
I blink a few times, keeping my composure. “So you say. Very well, Master. I’ll use your word, if I have to.”
He breaks into a grin. “Good. Now put your hands behind your back.”
I do as Master asks. He takes my wrists, and starts to bind them with the rope. It’s coarse and thick, and it scratches lightly at my skin. He binds my wrists four times, and asks if it’s too tight. I test the bonds, I still have my circulation, but I’m not going anywhere.
The excitement starts in my belly, and spreads. My heart starts to race, as he binds my arms, above and below the elbow. Nothing tight or strenuous on my joints.
He checks in with me, every step of the way. He binds my arms completely. I still have my circulation, but that’s all. I’m helpless, now. I’m completely under his control.
He turns me around, to face the crowd. Oh god, there’s a crowd. Complete strangers, gathered together to watch. Master puts his hand on my side. “See? Look how they wait on you. My little whore.”
I bite my lip, to keep it from trembling. There’s not one face in the crowd that I recognize, thank god. Master stands next to me, and puts his hand on my back, between my shoulder blades.
“Step out of your shoes, Slave. You won’t need them.”
I nod. “Yes, Master.”
His hand runs up, up my back, to my neck. Oh god. What is he doing? I can feel his fingers on the clasp, at the base of my neck. The only thing keeping the dress up and on my body, and he just unhooked it—
Master lays his hand across my chest, catching the fabric. It drops, and he presses his arm to my chest, keeping it there. “Ut!” he says, loud enough for the audience to hear. “You’ll have to forgive my slut, here. She’s a little shy about performing in public.”
Performing?
He lowers his hand, bit by bit, from my chest. I’m breathing harder now, tingling and trembling. They’re only a few feet away. My fabric slips off my breasts… it dips lower, lower, to the edge of my nipples.
I whimper. It just slips out, I can’t help it.
“You want to stop?” he whispers. “Or do you act like a brave little whore, and do as you’re told?”
I nod. I bite my lip. He lets his arm fall away, and so does the dress. There’s a quiet gasp that runs through the crowd, as they eye every centimeter of my exposed flesh. My nipples, going hard. My areola, blushing with shame and excitement. I squirm, exposed in front of them.
They can see me. They can see my breasts, my nipples. Master! I buck against the ropes binding my arms. I want to cover up. I want to crawl into a hole and die of shame. Their eyes on my skin! They’re watching me!!
Master steps behind me, and cups my breasts in his hands. He lifts them up, squeezing me in his hands. “She has such gorgeous tits, doesn’t she?”
A man steps up from the crowd, to get a closer look. I’m squirming where I stand. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
He puts his hands behind his back, and examines every inch of my exposed flesh. Hot shame burns inside me, as he takes his time examining my skin, my areolae, my nipples… “She really is quite something.”
I bite my lip. I can take it. I can take it. I’m wet as anything, and I can endure. Master lets go of my breasts, and his hands fall to my hips. No!!
He hooks his thumbs under my panties, and pushes them down. My god! No!
There are tears in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks. They can see everything now, they can see my whole body, oh my GOD, Master why are you doing this—
Master leads me over to the Bondage Horse. “This is your chance, whore. If you want to stop now, say the word and it goes away.”
Rosebud. Rosebud. All I have to say is one little word.
No. No. I refuse. I’m stronger than him. I’m stronger than this. I shake my head. “No, Master. No.”
He puts his hand in my hair, and makes a fist. He bends me over the bondage horse. I’m looking at these people, eating me up with their eyes. “Who wants to come ‘round back for a closer look?”
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Master takes something out of his pocket, I can’t see what it is from here. “Master, what are you DOING—”
I feel his fingers, caress my pussy. I’m wet, I’m dripping, my body is loving it while my whole face burns with shame. Yes. Humiliate me. Humiliate your little whore.
I hear a familiar buzzing. Master has a vibrator, and he teases my lips with it. I moan. The man that took a closer look at my breasts, leaves my line of sight as he goes around behind me. I can feel Master’s fingers, coaxing my folds open. He’s showing this stranger my wet, pink pussy.
“Look how wet she is. The little slut just can’t get enough attention, can she.”
Master’s fingers caress my pussy. He’s touching me. He’s touching me and they can see him put his fingers inside me oh my god oh my god—
Master penetrates me with the vibrator, nestling it inside my pussy and leaving it there. He licks his fingers, and presses lightly on my clit, my swollen, aching bud.
“Are you close, whore? Are you?”
Oh god. Oh god. I want to burst. I want to burst. I’m going to burst.
Master pulls hard on my hair, and I scream. From my pussy all the way to my crown, I want to explode. I can’t fight it anymore. I can’t hold back anymore. I can’t keep it in anymore. I—
I squirt hard, as I come. My knees buckle, and I lie flat on the bondage horse. I scream, and my wetness splashes down my leg. I come. I’m stripped of everything, shaking like a leaf, screaming like an animal as I come harder than I’ve ever thought possible.
The hot, wet release spills up my entire body. It feels so gooooooood. I can’t, I can’t think. Everything goes away.
Master comes around to my face, and unzips his pants. He’s already rock hard. He takes his cock out, and traces a line of pre-cum down my cheek.
Master shoves his cock in my mouth, and he fucks my face. I love it. I love Master’s cock. Fuck my face, Master. You made me come so hard, I want to make you come too…
He caresses my cheek as his cock slides past my lips, over and over again.
He pulls out as he groans, and he shoots his cum across my cheek. He presses his cock right up to my cheek and anoints me with his cum a second time. The warm, pearly cum splashes and drips down my skin. He’s used me. He’s used me as his fucktoy.
All I feel is warmth. Warm inside my belly, warm inside my head, warmth dripping down my leg, warm cum on my cheek. I sob with relief. It’s over. I did it. I took everything Master could give me, and I’m still here.
Master unties me, and wraps me in a warm red blanket. He wipes my face clean with a warm, wet cloth. He wipes down my thigh. He picks up sterile paper pads from the floor, before and behind the Bondage Horse. Every drop of my orgasm, every drop of his.
“You did so good, Holly. You did so good. You’re free now.” He hugs me tight. He kisses my cheek, my temple.
I free one arm from the blanket, and wrap it around Master’s waist.
“Master…?”
He looks down on me, and kisses my forehead again. “Yes, Holly.”
“What if I want more??”
CHAPTER FIVE
FREE BONUS: Virgin Sale: Aubrey
I get out of the shower, to find Oliver getting dressed: he’s wearing a light white suit, and a black short-sleeve button down shirt. I start toweling off, while Oliver makes a call.
“Front desk, please. Yes, good morning. I was wondering if you could tell me if Mitch Forman has anything on his itinerary, today. Yes, I understand that you want to respect his privacy. But after last night’s incident in the Prescott room… uh huh. I just want to know where he’s going to be, so I can give him a wide berth. I thought you’d understand. Good.”
I turn to Oliver, as he hangs up the phone. “Mitch is still sleeping it off, apparently. If I know him, he’s going to spend his day at the casino, once he wakes up.”
I nod. “What would you like to do?”
He smiles, and comes to me. “Whatever my girl wants. This time is about you, after all.”
In my towel, I go to the main room and turn on the TV. The Palace has a whole channel dedicated to attractions and things to do in and around the hotel.
“Oooh. We’re not far from the Valley of Fire. Want to check it out?”
Oliver nods. “Sure. Then we can cool off later at Lake Mead. Sound good?”
I nod. “It sounds perfect.”
The Palace has thought of everything. There’s a pair of broken-in hiking boots in my size, in the bottom of the wardrobe. I grab a pair of khaki shorts and white tank top, as well as a white over-shirt to keep off some of the heat. There’s a selection of bathing suits in my size, too. I grab a one-piece, and we’re off.
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I’ve never been one for sightseeing. I never had the budget for it. But I confess I’ve always had a bit of a wanderlust. And to think: right now, the sky’s the limit. Anywhere I want to go, Oliver can take me. Anything I want to do, Oliver can make it happen. It’s going to be hard to say good-bye to all this.
But that’s later. Let it be later. I want to enjoy myself, now.
We reach the Valley of Fire, and I see how it got the name.
The rocks here are bright orange, almost red. They look like flames, cast in stone. It’s gorgeous. It’s also hot as hell out here. We’ve borrowed an all-terrain jeep from the Palace, and brought a cooler along with plenty of water. I finish of my bottle, and wipe my brow.
“God, the sights are just breathtaking out here.” I take off my over-shirt, and wrap it around my waist.
Oliver smirks at me. “Yes, they certainly are.” I bat at his arm. He takes me in his hands, and holds me tight.
“Do you like it out here, darling?”
I nod. “I do. I really do, Oliver. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Though to be fair, I haven’t seen much…”
He kisses my forehead. “I’m glad.”
Oliver’s in excellent shape. I don’t know what kind of workout is called for, running a Fortune 500 company, but he must get plenty of time at the gym. We’ve been hiking now for hours…
We return to the jeep, and take lunch out of the cooler. Oliver cracks open a bottle of sparkling water. “After this, what do you say we head for the lake? Take a dip and cool off?”
I nod. “Sounds perfect.” I take a look at my lunch, and shake my head.
“What’s so funny?” he asks. “Never been on a road trip before?”
“Oh, sure. We just didn’t pack artisanal lunches from a four-star chef, when we did.” I bite into the sandwich. The baguette is perfect. God. A girl could definitely get used to this… Mm.
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It’s hot as hell, by the time we get to Lake Mead. The Palace has thought of everything, as usual. They’ve rented out an entire marina for their guests, and a line of boats for our use, if we want them.
I’m desperate for a swim, to cool off. We’ve picked out a ship with a small cabin. We’ve pushed out into the middle of the lake for some quality alone time.
I head for the cabin, when Oliver calls to me. “Where are you going?”
I put my hand over my eyes for shade. “Just going down so I can change into my swimsuit.”
He smiles. “You think you need one?”
I tilt my head. “You want to go skinny dipping?”
He smiles. “Not exactly.”
I step closer to him. “Well then, what did you have in mind?”
“I want to see you, with the sun on your skin. All of you.”
I bite my lip. Hm. I look around. The nearest ship is at least a hundred yards away. I smirk, as I unbutton my shorts. “You really wanna get your money’s worth, huh.”
He looks me in the eye. “Every penny of it.”
I slip out of my shorts. I peel off my over shirt, and take another look around before pulling off my tank top. Mmm… I’ve gotta admit, the sun feels wonderful on my skin. For now, anyway.
Oliver pulls me closer. “I want to see my girl in broad
day light.” He slides his thumbs under the waistline of my panties. “Every last inch of you.”
He tugs on them slowly, pulling them down, down. They fall in a little pool of fabric around my ankles. A breath of wind comes along, caressing my skin. Mmm.
Oliver’s sitting on the roof of the cabin, looking up at me. “You have any idea what a knockout you are, Aubrey?”
I shake my head. “No. But I believe you a little bit more, every time you say it.”
He smiles. “C’mere.”
I go to him. He wraps his arm around my waist. His right hand goes to my breast, fondling me. Squeezing me. “You’re beautiful as you are delicious.”
I take his head in my hands. “Oh, I’m delicious now too, am I?”
“You better believe it.” He licks my breast, and begins to suck on my nipple. His lips are warm on my skin. I’m already feeling hot…
He sucks on my breast, worshipping my skin. He kisses every inch of my chest, and pulls me close.
“I want you, Aubrey,” he whispers, licking my nipple. “I want you so damn bad.”
I nod. Ohhh… A moan slips out of me, all on its own. His hand leaves my hip, and slips down, down between my legs.
“Ohhhh, Oliver…” He rubs his thumb, up and down my folds. I’m warm, and starting to feel wet. He coaxes my lips, rubbing them, slipping between them to dip into my wet core. “OHhhHH!”
“Do you want me, Aubrey? Do you?”
I take his head in my arms, and hold him close. “Fuck. Yes, Oliver. Yes, I want you. Oh, fuck. I… I want you inside me.”
Oliver looked up at me, kissing my breastbone. “Here? Now?”
I nod. “Where doesn’t matter. I want you. I want you to take my virginity. Please.”
My billionaire stands up, and takes me in his arms. He kisses me. He kisses me. Oh, help. He’s conquered me…
Oliver pulls open the door to the cabin, and smiles at me. “After you.”
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