‘I’ve just been getting you ready for a good butt fucking,’ Kate explained after a while, gesturing to Tony to get into position to do the deed. Tony then replaced Kate in kneeling behind him and prised the cheeks of his backside apart. David felt the head of Tony’s cock, wet with precome mingled with his own saliva, rub gently against the ring of muscles at the entrance to his anus. Tony pushed inside skilfully, going deep into his rear, sending tremors of anguished delight through his body.
Tony entered and re-entered David, thrusting faster all the time. He soon climaxed, which was a great relief to David. Even so, the sensation of his fellow slave’s hot come gushing up his anus very nearly pushed him over the edge. But it didn’t. He held himself rigidly in check, all too aware that if he didn’t he would lose forever the most important person in his life, the person who gave him his very reason for living.
‘Three down,’ Isabella said, grasping David firmly by the hair and pulling him to his feet. ‘Now let’s join Mistress Caroline and Matthew.’
Chapter Forty Five
While David had been busy pleasuring for all he was worth first Isabella, then Kate and finally Tony, Caroline had been busy as well, employing her rope bondage skills on Matthew. When Isabella dragged David over to her she was standing above Matthew who was kneeling upright on the shiny wooden floor, his body expertly tied with black bondage rope at the torso, upper arms, wrists and thighs. His shaft was as hard as a rock.
‘May we?’ Isabella said to Caroline, pointing towards the tumescent slave in his rope bondage.
‘You certainly may.’
‘Two to go,’ Isabella said, her eyes gleaming. She let go of David’s hair and pushed him forward roughly. She looked at his erection, which was now positively bloated, seemingly ready to erupt at any second. She ordered him to put it into Matthew’s mouth, telling Matthew to suck him off, and he obeyed with all diligence – or appeared to. David needed all the help he could get at this critical point and his old friend Matthew, who had never once let him down for as long as they’d known one another, didn’t let him down now.
Matthew’s tongue worked on David’s shaft and licked its thickness, yes, but not anything like as vigorously as he appeared to be doing. He was careful to hold back too, always stopping when he felt David’s pleasure mounting perilously close to the point of no return. And because he did, David was able to as well – just. He did not climax but he did eject a stream of precome into his friend’s mouth. And this triggered – Matthew made it trigger – Matthew’s own climax. With a series of intense moans, he climaxed, the hot flesh of his cock spilling its fiery load onto the shiny floor beneath him.
Matthew then immediately widened his lips, extracted David’s cock from his mouth and bent forward as quickly as his rope bonds would allow in order to lick up his own ejaculate. In so doing he was anticipating the almost inevitable instruction from his Mistress to perform that very act and – the true reason for his action – giving David a desperately needed breather.
‘Four down, David,’ Isabella said, her voice rasping. ‘Only one left. Caroline, over to you.’
The flame haired dominatrix started by kissing David’s mouth aggressively hard, her tongue slipping and sliding ardently over his. Next she moved her lips down his neck to his chest and then to his nipples. She first kissed and then bit them, causing David to moan in pleasure and pain. His heart was hammering with excitement, his shaft throbbing.
Next Caroline ordered David to kneel down and she did the same. She knelt to one side of him and then brought her head down so that she could blow him. His heart rate increased even further; his shaft throbbed harder still. While Caroline licked and sucked his cock he began to masturbate her, first grinding his fingers against her stiff clit and then working inside the wetness of her pussy. David twisted three of his fingers deep inside Caroline and plunged them in hard over and over again.
This robust finger-fucking was not, as it turned out, a good idea at this perilous stage in the proceedings as it made Caroline markedly increase her attentions to David’s cock. She began to suck his shaft with all the enthusiasm that Matthew had feigned, making him tremble with a desire so incredibly strong that it threatened to overwhelm him at any moment. David could feel lust rushing through him now, tight and urgent, and he felt desperate beyond measure for release.
Mercifully Caroline stopped all of a sudden. She lay on her back with her thighs wide apart and David crawled down so that he could lick her clit while working his fingers in and out of her sodden pussy. He was so close to climaxing now it was almost unendurable. His lust had swilled right up to bursting point. Even the pressure of the floor on his shaft could easily have brought him to an orgasm and he did his best to lift himself away from it. He just had to make Caroline come soon before it was too late.
David worked his fingers feverishly in and out of her pussy and kissed and licked her clitoris as if his life depended on bringing her to an urgent climax. And in a very real sense it did depend on it. Isabella was his life. Without her he would cease to exist. Christ, what on earth had he been thinking to have put everything he held most dear at such severe risk in the way that he had? And for what, for God’s sake? For a quick blow job from that manipulative screw-up, Jacqui, that was all. He must have been stark staring mad to have allowed that to happen, certifiably insane.
Finally, David’s frantic finger-fucking of Caroline and the equally frantic cunnilingus he was performing on her brought the dominatrix to a peak. She began to tremble without control and then came to a noisy, shuddering climax. ‘Five down. None to go,’ she said with a gasp, still revelling in the last quivers of her orgasm.
David let out a sigh of relief. He had won through, only barely and with more than a little help from his old friend, Matthew – considerably more than a little help, truth be told. The important thing, though, was that he had won through. But had he? He couldn’t be absolutely certain. Only Isabella could say for sure. She was the ultimate arbiter of his fate.
David lifted himself to his knees and gazed up beseechingly at her, his face wet with Caroline’s juices, his erection still pounding from the orgasm he’d just about managed to avert. He bit his lip and waited.
Isabella took her own good time. She gazed back at David, her eyes as black as night, her expression unreadable. After an endless, agonizing silence she spoke. ‘If I agree to reinstate you as my house-slave, David, do I have your word that you will always comply with your slave agreement and never disobey me again?’
‘Absolutely, Mistress,’ he said, trembling with emotion.
‘Will you ever try to deceive me again?’ she asked, holding him with her eyes.
‘Never, Mistress.’ He could feel his heart pumping wildly away, his erection throbbing wildly away too. Say it, Mistress, say it.
Silence.
The pounding of David’s heart – and of his cock – grew wilder and wilder.
Silence, unbearable silence.
‘OK, I’ll reinstate you,’ Isabella said finally. ‘But this is absolutely your last chance.’
David’s pounding heart leapt violently. His pounding cock leapt violently too. ‘Thank you, thank you, Mistress,’ he blurted out in delight, his whole body shaking. ‘Thank yo … oh … oh …’ he added incoherently, as he began a long drawn-out moan, pulsing uncontrollably with the climax he simply could not restrain a single moment longer. David was overtaken by an orgasm of the most incredible intensity he had ever experienced; the muscular spasms ripped through him like a tsunami.
Spurt after spurt of hot come shot out of his cock and into the air, raining in profusion onto the shiny wooden floor beneath him.
David did not need to be told what to do when that mind-blowing orgasm was finally over and he had spurted at last to a stop. He brought his lips to the come-bespattered floor and started to lick and swallow, working away with his mouth and throat.
His mind was working away too. Isabella had – joy of joys – decided not to c
ast him out of her life forever but to reinstate him as her house-slave instead. But she’d made it clear that she would give him no more second chances. It was absolutely essential that he get it right this time and there was only one way to do that, wasn’t there.
He’d have to make certain, come what may, that he was always a “good boy” from now on. There really was no other alternative. And that was just fine by David. It was more than that, so much more: it was perfect – because this time he wouldn’t be living a lie. This time he’d be being true to himself. This time he wouldn’t lose Her, the only woman in the world. He felt it in his bones that this was so. He felt it for sure, knew it for certain, and it was all he needed to know.
David lifted his face and looked up with eyes shining with devotion at his cruel Mistress. He was ready and willing to do whatever she told him to do next, ready to do that for the rest of his life.
His sense of elation was total, his delight complete. David felt that at last, broken though he was, he was also whole, that finally it all made sense.
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