Catherine managed a whimpered, “No, Sir.”
“Your filthy bloody twat!” he screeched while he moved the attention of the cane to her spread pussy. When she cried out, he laughed maniacally and brought the cane down across her bent back.
Fear gripped her when she felt him grab the tiny string and pull the tampon from her body.
“Oh, Catherine, I juss wanted a good fuck, but your goddamn bloody hole is disgusting.”
Spencer was stroking her face with the hand holding the used item. Catherine could feel the wetness on her cheek mixing with the tears that now poured unbidden from her eyes.
“Yessss, a good pounding of your pus-pussy,” he burped, “and all my stresss would’ve gone away. But I can’t put my dick in that messs, so I’m juss gonna have to beat you inst-instead. Open your mouth, slut!”
Terrified of what she thought he was going to do, Catherine clamped her jaw shut on instinct. He pinched her nose, cutting off her breathing until she was forced to open her mouth to gasp for air. When Catherine opened, Spencer shoved in the tampon, pushing it in until the nasty cotton was sitting on the back of her tongue. The gagging and retching was immediate.
“Oh, no you don’t, you bitch.”
Her face was slapped, and then her jaw was forced closed while Spencer produced a piece of duct tape and sealed her mouth shut. Wide eyes watched him use a pair of scissors to cut a small hole in the center of the tape, through which he pulled the string. At least it pulled the dirty thing forward in her mouth and away from her throat.
She was unable to guess how long Spencer stumbled around her while the cane came down time and again across her weakening body. No part of her was spared. His miserable aim meant that sometimes it would be a solid contact, other times the rough end of the bamboo would scratch Catherine when it slid over her skin. Spencer seemed to enjoy hitting her breasts in particular and watching them swing from the impact. Every time she was on the verge of passing out, he would ram the end of the cane into her pussy, and then get angrier at the blood he found on the end.
Catherine vomited bile into her mouth. Her arms went numb. She reached a point where she couldn’t even feel the cane when it connected with her breasts anymore. Wetness was leaking from her body, and she was positive he’d drawn blood.
The time came when, at long last, the pressure released in Catherine’s back, and she was lowered back to the floor. Who would have thought the coldness of hard cement could be a welcome relief to her burning skin? Somehow, she managed to open her eyes at the sound of paper tearing.
Spencer’s coveralls had red splatters on them, and he was ripping them away to expose his naked body underneath. He took his shriveled up dick in his hand and aimed it over Catherine’s back.
Blissful darkness overtook Catherine as the hot urine set her wounds on fire.
Several hours later Catherine came to, still bound and on the floor. She could feel the dried piss and blood on her. Lifting her pounding head to look around, she found Spencer passed out on his back in front of her. His limp dick was in his hand, and dried come was on his stomach. There were Polaroid photos of Catherine scattered across the floor.
Two days later found Catherine in the Fredrick’s dressing room trying on some crotchless, sheer, pink thing that she thought looked hideous. The fresh cuts and bruises didn’t do anything to make it look better. Because of the surrounding mirrors she couldn’t escape the pathetic sight which peered back at her from the glass.
Spencer barged in with a glare in his soulless black eyes and locked the door. “So pretty in pink, Catherine.” Stomping toward her, he snatched her ponytail and used it to hold her while he clamped his mouth over hers and forced his tongue between her lips. “Bend over and spread your ass cheeks for me. I need to come.”
Catherine didn’t want to obey, but she feared how much worse it could be if she ignored him. While she got into position, Spencer unzipped his pants and pulled his hard dick out. With no warning, he shoved it into her backside with no lube or preparation. She squeezed her eyes shut to try to block the tears, while biting the inside of her cheek to squelch the scream that wanted to be freed.
“Open your eyes and watch me fuck you, whore. See what I’m doing to you, and get it in your head that you are nothing but a warm fuck hole.”
Her backside was a burning inferno while he thrust to the rhythm of his words. Opening her eyes, the pitiful tears escaped down her cheeks, mimicking the way she wanted to run and hide from the relentless mirrors.
“Know that your body is mine. I can and will do what I want with it. I’ll bury my big cock in your ass, your mouth, and your gaping twat whenever I want!” His thrusts gained speed while he worked himself up with his words. Suddenly, he pulled out and told Catherine to turn around. Grabbing her ponytail again, he shoved his dick into her mouth, knowing she’d never dare to bite. With a firm grip on her fiery hair, Spencer resumed his frantic thrusting, just the tip of his short dick hitting the back of her throat when he was all the way in.
“That’s my girl, open wide and suck my big cock, you worthless whore!”
The familiar swelling and twitching told her to prepare to swallow. Instead he pulled out and grabbed his dick, giving it the final few pumps himself before he shot his load all over her neck and breasts. The come dripped down onto the teddy she was wearing, its tags still attached. Spencer pushed his dick back into her mouth, making Catherine lick him clean. In a final show of power, he scooped some of the come up with his finger and wiped it across her cheek.
“Thanks for the fuck, Catherine. You owed me.” He cackled. “Nice to know you’re good for something. Now get dressed and pay for that. Meet me at the car,” he ordered and walked out of the room after tossing some cash on the floor in front of her.
Catherine sucked in a deep breath, and then another. She needed to calm down. Disappointment and panic gripped her at the reminder that she was a “warm fuck hole” to be used by her Master however he wished.
One thing was certain in her mind: she knew that she needed this lifestyle. Deep down, she would be restless and unfulfilled if she wasn’t handing control over to a Dom. Catherine had learned to desire the pain and humiliation, because it allowed her the freedom to let go. Giving up control released her mind to allow her body to be used by another.
Another certainty occurred to Catherine. She’d gotten careless when she’d developed feelings for Jayden, her Master. If it was his desire to give her to another, then she must accept that. By giving in to the reality and accepting her fate, she was serving her Master, and in turn, herself. At least Master wasn’t abandoning her, leaving her to flounder for a way to start over—again.
When Catherine composed herself enough to look up, she found Paige looking over her shoulder. Turning her head to follow Paige’s gaze, she was met with Sir Landon’s confused stare.
Sniffling and wiping her nose with the back of her hand, Catherine settled. “This girl is sorry, Sir. It’s been an emotional day, and she forgot her place. She’s now remembered it and is ready to move on.”
Sir Landon came forward and lifted her still-trembling hand. “Of course, darlin’. Your mind and body have been through a lot today. Quite understandable.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jayden allowed Ryan to go ahead of him while they walked through his office and into the playroom. Samantha was kneeling with her thighs spread, palms up on her thighs, and tits pushed forward. Her chin was down, as was her gaze. He noticed her tense when they entered.
“There, there, kitten, no need for alarm. Ryan is with me. I’m going to be in the corner chair, and Ryan will direct your scene. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was calm and unwavering and did not reveal the nervousness he knew she was feeling.
“You may begin then, Ryan.”
“Thank you, Jayden.” For a long moment he stood in front of her, looking at her.
While Ryan appraised Samantha, Jayden did the same to him. He
was average height, but still a couple of inches taller than Samantha. His sandy hair was cut neat and close to his head on the sides and longer on top. A strong jawline and proud nose gave his features a distinguished look. What Jayden noticed more than Ryan’s physical attributes was the aura of kindness that surrounded the man. If he hadn’t known better, he never would’ve pegged Ryan as a Dom; not with his relaxed shoulders and casual choice of wardrobe.
Something shifted in Ryan’s stature when he began to take steps around Samantha. While he moved behind her, Ryan let his fingers trail across her shoulders, and she gave a visible shudder, leaning into the caress. She’d broken form. Jayden was intrigued to see if Ryan was ‘Dom’ enough to correct her.
“Still now, little one,” he soothed, and her motion stopped at once. Starting at her shoulders, his hands ran down her sides, out over her hips and under her buttocks, finishing with a firm squeeze of her cheeks as he squatted behind her. “Your skin has a pretty flush to it like you’ve recently been flogged. Were you a naughty girl, Samantha?” he asked in a tone that Jayden had to admit was sultry.
“Y-yes, Sir.” Her breathing became jagged.
Jayden was in awe; Samantha had never responded in such a short amount of time to him. She was coming unglued with just a touch and the sound of Ryan’s voice.
“Tell me what infraction necessitated the punishment?” When Samantha didn’t answer straight away, he smacked her ass. “Answer me!” demanded Ryan.
“This girl wore lingerie under her clothes today, Sir,” she whimpered.
“I see,” said Ryan, and his left hand disappeared between her legs.
Judging by Samantha’s moan, Jayden assumed Ryan had pushed his fingers into her. This was confirmed when, seconds later, Ryan pulled his hand back to inspect the viscous substance.
“Do you like to be disobedient and naughty, Samantha? Your wet pussy tells me you do.”
Samantha remained quiet at the rhetorical question.
Ryan’s fingers found their way into her again, pumping in and out while he explained, “If I take you on as my submissive, you will not be allowed panties or bras at any time.” His right hand wrapped around her, and he pulled her into his chest. Grasping Samantha’s right tit, he squeezed. “These tits are beyond beautiful, but are too small to need the support of a pesky bra.” He finished his statement by tugging on her nipple.
Samantha’s body reacted and began to grind against his hand. Rather than let her continue, he pushed her forward and removed it.
“On your knees, little one. Place your forehead on the floor with your arms stretched in front of you.” Walking over to her, Jayden looked on while Ryan arranged her hands, one over the other. Next, he grabbed her hips and lifted them up, while tapping at her feet until she drew her knees up near her breasts. This left her ass high up in the air and her pink pussy lips pushing out between her thighs. “This will be your waiting position. Remember it.” His finger stroked across her pussy.
“We will begin all scenes with six open-handed spanks.” His hand came down on her left cheek with a smack. “You are never to consider this punishment.” A second smack enforced his words. “Simply warm-up.” Another pop echoed around them. “If you have earned a punishment,” the fourth spank was disbursed, “that will be doled out following your warm up on a whipping bench.”
Samantha groaned when Ryan landed the fifth smack on her rose-tinted flesh. He’d alternated each spank between her cheeks. However, the sixth one Ryan aimed right over her cunt, and she moaned, while thrusting her hips back against him.
Jayden sat there dumbfounded. Ryan was not a big man, nor a loud one. Unless he spoke up, he was easy to overlook in a crowd; quiet, with an air of shyness about him. If not for the fact that he was sitting there witnessing him in action, Jayden would’ve said Ryan bordered on a Switch personality, meaning he enjoyed being on his knees, too. It was easy to envision Ryan subbing for someone. However, the way Ryan was taking command and demanding Samantha’s obedience showed Jayden that he could be a force to be reckoned with.
Straightening up from his squat, Ryan moved to stand in front of Samantha again. “Now, kiss my feet, little one, and then rise before me.”
Samantha lifted her head just enough to reach his shoes, onto each of which she placed a dainty kiss. Her movement was fluid when she stretched her long body into a standing position.
When she stood upright, Ryan placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze. Their stares locked onto each other and became intense; so intense that Jayden felt like he was intruding.
With a smug grin, Jayden gave himself a mental high-five. This was going to work for them, without a doubt.
Ryan placed a soft kiss on her lips before leaning down and sucking each of her nipples into his mouth. His fingers moved back into her slick folds, and Jayden could hear her wetness when Ryan slid his fingers back and forth.
“You are an exquisite piece of art, my little one,” he told her. “Come for me. I want to see your body flush and color with the orgasm I allow you to have.” He pinched her clit, and her head fell back as she shook, moaned, and then came into his hand.
The petting didn’t stop. Instead, Ryan resumed suckling Samantha’s nipples while his fingers continued to glide across her noisy sex. Jayden was left taken aback at the roughness Ryan used on her nipples. He knew they had to be sore from having been clamped earlier, in particular because her tolerance for the clamps was low. Yet when he walked closer to observe what Ryan was doing, he found Ryan had a nipple between his teeth and was sawing back and forth on it while he pulled it away from her body. Her skin was flushed, covered in a damp coating of sweat from her orgasm, and Jayden could sense by her rapid breathing that she was approaching another one.
Samantha whined when Ryan released her nipple. Before taking the other one into his mouth, he told her to come again, which she did as soon as his teeth started working and pulling once more. She slumped into his arms, but he caught her with ease, like he’d expected her to collapse.
“Beautifully done, little one. Will you do me the honor of being mine, Samantha?” The words had been uttered so low that Jayden almost didn’t hear them.
Her lust-filled azure eyes lifted toward Jayden, asking for permission. He did not hesitate to step forward and undo the latch on the platinum chain she wore around her throat.
“Your servitude has been honorable, Samantha. I release you of your obligations to me,” Jayden all but whispered, his voice catching in his throat.
She returned the sentiment with a smile. “Thank you, Sir. This girl feels honored to have served you.” Her head swiveled to look back to Ryan. “It would be a great pleasure to be yours, Sir.”
“Then so shall you be.” His rigid expression gave way to a playful grin. “I’m going to fuck that dripping cunt of yours now.” She giggled when Ryan lifted her up and carried her bridal-style to the bed. After he laid her out on the bed with care, he unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Then he began to undo his pants.
That was Jayden’s cue to leave. Clearing his throat to get their attention, he announced, “I trust that I am leaving you in good hands, Samantha. I have another appointment that I can’t be late for, and I don’t want to rush or intrude on your time.” He chuckled. “Ryan, feel free to use whatever you wish within the playroom. Samantha knows how to clean it up, and I’ll trust you both to lock up when you are done.”
“Of course, Sir.”
Jayden approached and leaned over the bed to place a soft kiss on Samantha’s forehead. “I’ve never seen you more beautiful, kitten. I’m glad you’re happy.”
She smiled up at him. “I am, Sir, I really am.” A blush crept over her features, and she added a heart-felt, “Thank you, Jayden.”
“Anytime, kiddo. I’ve really got to be going.” When Jayden pulled the playroom door shut, the last thing he saw was Ryan sheathing himself between Samantha’s wide-open thighs while their moans echoed off the walls.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A switch had been thrown.
Catherine needed to serve, and if Master no longer wanted her, then she would find her satisfaction in the hands of another. Sir Jonathan had been fair. He’d used her body well, given her the pain she needed, and allowed her to achieve release multiple times before he sought his own. He would be a good Master.
Looking at Paige, who still knelt between Catherine’s thighs, the dildo bobbing with each breath Paige took, and then at her new jewelry, Catherine knew what she had to do. Directing her attention back to Sir Landon, she spoke. “Sir, if it pleases you, this slut would like more.”
His pale eyebrows scrunched up. “What are you askin’ for, darlin’? Look at me when you answer.”
“This slut would like to thank you and your submissive for the beautiful jewels, and for the reminder of what I am,” she answered without hesitation. “Please allow this slut to pleasure you.”
Sir glanced at Paige before turning back to Catherine with a thoughtful look. “Is that really your wish, Catherine?” His voice was kind and gentle, and she knew that if she dwelled on it, she would have another breakdown.
“Aye, Sir. It would be a great relief to this girl’s mind to be allowed to see to your needs.” Her eyes were fixed on the bulge in his jeans while she made her confession. Watching the bulge grow and hearing Sir’s breath hitch brought a small smile to Catherine’s face.
He perused her face; she gathered he was searching for any sign of uncertainty. Catherine knew he would find none. Her mind was made up, and her heritage shone true when she stood firm in her decision. Catherine O’Chancey could be as stubborn as the best of them.
“Alright then, darlin’, so be it. Paige, step down and kneel to the side.”
A wave of pure calm washed over Catherine once Sir Landon took control of the scene.
“Understand, Catherine. My yella rose here is currently being denied orgasms as punishment for an infraction. I will allow her to assist as long as she does not come. Is this clear?”
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