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Castleton Ch. 1

By: JamesLacy



Chapter 1: The Ritual

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Wearing the traditional terrycloth robe, Jon overheard a snicker as the Helper cleaned up the bathroom after his shower. Today was a special day at the Great Manor House. The man had gone through this ancient ritual annually, to satisfy the Order’s original charter. He wondered who had been selected to perform the ritual, but again, it did not really matter, as the result would be the same. Perhaps it would be a foreign Member, who he had not met. That was unlikely, as his travels had been wide and he knew all the Members who might be chosen. 

Outside the Great House, he heard a commotion near the entrance to the manor. He presumed, correctly, that was the arrival of the Novitiates who had pledged the Order. Peeking out the window, he saw eight women milling about the van that had transported them to the Great House. Later he would focus his attention on the Novices, but first…the ritual awaited him. A Helper knocked on the door, entered and bade the man to follow him. They walked up one flight of the stairs used by the servants, and down a dark hallway to a large dark oak door. The Helper motioned for the man to enter and left. 

Jon opened the door and entered. His Mistress, for the next few hours, sat impassively in a massive leather chair at the far end of the room. She motioned for him to step onto a pedestal, in the center of the darkly lit room, to be inspected. He lowered his eyes and complied. The Mistress raised her eyebrow slightly, as if to require a response, and the man said, “My Slave name is Jon.” She nodded and motioned for Jon to remove the terrycloth robe. Jon quickly obeyed and stood naked on the pedestal to be inspected. 

Without a word the Mistress rose and walked to the pedestal. She drew back the foreskin on Jon’s cock and ran her thumb about the bulbous head and under the rim. She grasped the shaft to feel its considerable girth and length. Next, she lifted and hefted his huge balls, which were smooth shaven to her liking. She grasped Jon by the back of the neck and bent him over. She went behind him and roughly ran her hands over Jon’s ass. She pulled apart the well-shaped asscheeks to reveal a wrinkled brownish pink hairless asshole. Probing his asshole with her forefinger, she felt the sphincter begin to give way. The Mistress smiled and nodded her head in satisfaction. 

The Mistress motioned for Jon to rise up as she continued her inspection. She noticed that Jon’s cock beginning to stiffen. Reaching out to Jon’s chest she lightly brushed her fingertips over Jon’s nipples. Instantly his nipples hardened and she continued the soft caress to increase Jon’s pleasure. His nipples always had been somehow ‘wired’ directly to his cock. Any caress, tweaking or even rough pulling of his nipples increased his arousal and lust. He often fondled his own nipples when he masturbated, or was involved in sexual activity where he was free to play with his nipples. Jon’s obvious pleasure did not go unnoticed by the Mistress.

“I am Mistress Lira.” Said the woman. “I am your Mistress until I discharge you later today, or whenever it pleases me. Do you understand me, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress Lira.” Jon meekly replied, ending the communication. Lira grasped Jon by his hard-on and guided him off the pedestal. She pulled him to the large bed in the corner of the chamber. She motioned Jon to get onto the bed, as she opened her black leather valise to remove articles of restraint, discipline and punishment. Jon’s wrists were bound with black leather wrist cuffs, covered with steel studs and rings. Next, she selected a device with small leather covered paddle on one end and a two-inch wide leather strap on the other. 

Lira made sure that Jon saw the selection as she examined them, before placing them on the bed. His Mistress attached Jon’s wrist cuffs to hooks embedded in the headboard so that Jon’s arms were spread wide to either side of his head. Next, Lira put similar restraints on Jon’s ankles and raised his legs up to join his ankle restraints could to the same rings as the wrist cuffs. 

Jon lay spread wide open. His cock, balls and asshole exposed to the whims of his Mistress. In this position his rigid cock was just a few inches from, and pointed directly at, his face. Lira stood on the bed and stripped naked, revealing a taut and athletic body with ample tits and hard erect nipples. She began by lightly rubbing Jon’s nipples with one hand, fondling his balls and cock with the other. Jon squirmed under the exquisite sexual ‘torment’ of her fingers. 

Jon’s asshole repeatedly drew up tightly as she continued the sensual foreplay. He was breathing quite heavily now and writhing with pleasure from his Mistress’s ministrations. A thick clear drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock and began to grow as the foreplay continued. Lira scooped it up the pre-cum on her forefinger and placed it on her tongue. Jon sighed and his breathing became heavier as the wonderful sexual torment continued. 

Lira enjoyed the obvious arousal that was building in her writhing Slave. She increased the sexual torment, taking a nipple between her thumb and forefinger to roll it with ever-increasing pressure. Jon squirmed as he felt his cock getting harder and aching for relief, but he knew that his Mistress would never let him cum so early into his visit. Lira began to pull harder on Jon’s nipple and his pleasure/pain mounted. Jon cried out as Lira squeezed his nipples and pulled them as far as they would stretch, causing the pleasure/pain to intensify.

Jon thought he might cum from Lira’s fondling of his cock and balls. He could feel his cock begin to build towards orgasm. Lira too, noticed the building of Jon’s desire. She moved quickly to prevent an early orgasm, by firmly squeezing his bulbous cockhead with her thumb and forefinger. She emphasized this action with several painful twists of Jon’s cockhead until his sensation to cum had subsided.

Lira reached for the paddle-strap that lay next to Jon. She flourished the instrument of pain so Jon could see it, thus mentally maximizing the anguish that it would cause. The strap was lightly drawn over Jon’s cock and balls and traced up to his burning nipples. Lira continued this light torment as she watched her Slave swallow hard, as he considered what the instrument would soon be doing to his vulnerable body. She grinned as the anticipation grew within her victim. Jon closed his eyes to avoid watching the Mistress’s obvious pleasure at her Slaves fearful anticipation. 

At that very moment, Lira whirled the strap over her head and struck a blow across Jon’s ass leaving a light pink mark. Jon cried out, but his cry was muffled by the next stroke, which landed harder on both of his asscheeks. The pain was intense and Jon’s screams were trapped deep in his throat. Lira followed with a flurry of strokes, alternating on Jon’s asscheeks. 

After the twentieth stroke to each cheek, she paused to pour a cool glass of refreshing wine. Red and purple strap marks covered Jon’s ass in rising welts, causing him great pain. But Jon also experienced a pleasure that began to rise replacing the pain. His asscheeks burned with the strapping he had received and he breathed deeply awaiting his Mistress’s next pleasure.

He did not have long to wait. Lira finished her wine and grasped the instrument by the strap end, exposing the small leather paddle. The Mistress stood over her Slave and smiled as she read the anxiety in Jon’s eyes. Lira placed a dark silk blindfold over Jon’s eyes to prevent his further knowledge of her intentions. Jon’s heart raced with apprehension of coming torments. The blindfold heightened his anxiety and he moaned softly as he steeled himself to the inevitable. 

Lira resumed by lightly striking Jon’s engorged and rigid cockhead with the paddle. Jon felt a slight tinge of pain, but the sensation also brought pleasure to his very stiff cock. The light paddling of Jon’s cock continued with increasing force and tempo. The pain and pleasure melded to a sensation that hurt, but also felt too good to want it to stop. Again, Jon’s cock began to build toward orgasm. 

As the force of the paddling increased, his cum welled up in his balls and at the base of his cock. Just as he thought he would explode in a shower of thick creamy cum, Lira squeezed hard on his cock head, turning the pleasure into extreme pain, again defeating his cumming. Mistress Lira released his cock and Jon felt his hardon return to its full rigidity. She resumed fondling her Slave’s balls and cock and rubbing his nipples with her fingers. 

Jon responded with squirming and writhing as another drop of clear thick pre-cum glistened at his cockhole. Lira began to masturbate Jon with deliberate strokes of his cock. The pleasure mounted as the exquisite masturbation began to engulf Jon’s whole being, concentrating in the underside of his engorged cock. Jon watched as the pace quickened and the pre-cum accumulated in ever increasing amounts at his cockhole. 

He knew that he could not take much more of this wondrous fondling being visited on his cock. He felt his cum begin welling up in his balls as they drew up and hardened. He could see his cock pointed straight at his face, as Lira accelerated the masturbating strokes and grinned at Jon’s pleasurable writhing as he ached for relief. “Open your mouth.” She commanded and Jon obeyed. 

He opened his mouth and Lira pulled the blindfold away, just as he felt his cock erupt with a torrent of thick pearly cum propelled towards his mouth. He nearly fainted from the sensation of cuming so hard, while his Mistress continued to stroke his cock to release volumes more of his cum. The first volley of cum struck him on his lower lip and splattered on his tongue. Copious amounts of thick and creamy cum spewed forth again and again landing full upon his tongue, lips, nose and cheeks. 

He swallowed all of the cum that entered his mouth. Jon continued erupting semen, in volley after volley, on his face and mouth. The Mistress did not diminish masturbating Jon’s cock until the expulsion of cum died out to a thick sticky thread of cum that stretched from Jon’s cock to his mouth. Lira released the spent cock. She gathered splatters of cum, around the Slaves mouth, with her finger and deposited the thick pearly liquid onto Jon’s tongue. Jon swallowed the last stray bits of cum and looked at the Mistress who was awaiting Jon’s response. 

“Thank you, Mistress.” Jon said softly. Lira smiled her satisfaction and turned her attention once again to the valise. Jon felt a cool greasy substance being applied to his asshole by the Mistress. He watched as Lira strapped on a huge rubber dildo to her crotch. The dildo had another shaft that neatly slid in to Lira’s cunt with a nub that would rub her clitoris, thus giving her pleasure as well. Then she knelt in front of Jon and rubbed her rubber cock on the lubricant at Jon’s asshole. 

Without a word she began to push her ‘cockhead’ into Jon’s asshole. The sphincter resisted, but the pressure increased and slowly his asshole began to open to receive the massive rubber cock. Jon felt as though he was being stretched beyond his capacity to receive this offering from his Mistress. Little by little the massive dildo entered Jon’s asshole until he could feel the rubber cockhead completely engulfed in his ass. 

His ass was being painfully opened and he felt totally full and stretched. The Mistress stopped entering him and paused for what seemed an eternity to Jon. Suddenly and without warning Lira thrust herself forward in a great stabbing motion fully entering Jon’s asshole up to the hilt of her massive rubber cock. Jon cried out at the pain, as he felt the Mistress’s thighs slap at his asscheeks. Lira swiftly withdrew, leaving only her ‘cock head’ embedded in the ass she was fucking, paused, then thrust deeply again into Jon’s ass. Jon felt as though he was splitting apart, as the Mistress repeated the maneuver over and over thrusting deeper into Jon’s ass.

Each time Jon thought Lira would cum, she would pause to let her lust subside, only to renew the attack on his ravaged asshole. Jon’s torment slowly transformed into intense pleasure as he began to thoroughly enjoy the fucking he was receiving. Lira leaned forward, grasped him by the back of the neck and brought his head to her tits. His lips were thrust against her nipple as he heard her command, “Suck it!” He pulled the hard nipple into his mouth and sucked hard as he swirled his tongue over and around the hot light red flesh. Jon licked the nipple in rhythm with the rubber cock thrusting in and out of his ass. His head was roughly moved to the other nipple as he continued his sucking. Lira moaned with intense pleasure, as her nipples were now being alternately sucked while her cunt was rushing toward orgasm. 

Suddenly, Jon felt Lira stiffen and gasp as she exploded in orgasm. He could feel the Mistress’s cock striking at the walls of his asshole as she came in torrents. The Mistress thrust her ‘cock’ as deeply as she could into Jon’s asshole, as her orgasm subsided. Lira fell exhausted onto Jon’s bound body and her breathing was hard and labored. She lay motionless, breathing deeply and slowly regained her strength.

With her head lying on Jon’s chest she opened her mouth and put her lips around Jon’s nipple. Slowly she began to move her tongue around the hardening bud. Jon began to slowly writhe, responding to the wonderful sucking sensation on his nipple. His cock became harder as the Mistress alternated the sucking of Jon’s nipples. He felt his cock getting rock hard as the Mistress leisurely began to masturbate him again. 

The pleasurable sensation of his nipples being sucked and his cock being expertly masturbated was maddening. Jon ached for relief as his cock continued to receive the tender stroking. Just as he felt that he would cum, the Mistress bit his nipple hard and cruelly squeezed his cockhead to cease the orgiastic sensation. The masturbation resumed as before, but now Lira continued to bite hard on Jon’s nipples as she sucked them. Again and again Jon neared orgasm, only to have it painfully terminated. 

“Please Mistress, let me cum.” He begged, to no avail. Jon writhed under the tongue at his nipples and the stroking of his cock. He felt the Mistress’s rubber cock begin to move back and forth again in his asshole. The sensation was intense as he felt himself becoming filled with the dildo, while straining to cum under the Mistress’s ministrations to his nipples and cock. As the cock in his ass became fully embedded again, he felt it begin to move harder in and out of his asshole. His sphincter grasped at the rubber cock with each stroke, as it withdrew, and clasped it tightly as it re-entered deeper. Jon’s body was consumed with delight, as the sucking, stroking and fucking continued. 

He opened his eyes to see his cock looming above his face. He looked at Lira, who nodded, and Jon opened his mouth, instantly understanding the meaning of the nod. He could take no more as his cock neared explosion. Jon fully expected the Mistress to again cut him off from cumming, but the tender stroking continued unabated. He felt the orgasm begin to well up in his balls and cock. Jon fought hard to keep from cumming, thus continuing the pleasure. 

His resistance was futile, as he exploded again in a torrent of thick creamy cum hurled forth from his cockhole. His sphincter tightened about the ‘cock’ in his ass with each spasm that hurled cum outward from his cock, doubling the pleasure of his orgasm. The marvelous feeling of his erupting cock was embellished by the repetitive tightening of his asshole around the massive ‘cock’ in his ass. Each ejection of creamy frothy cum from his cock, caused his sphincter to clasp and clench the dildo in his ass.

Cum seemed to burst forth in slow motion, toward his open mouth. It struck full force on his lips, tongue, and face. Cum bathed his face, as more and more erupted from his cock, to add to the nectar already upon him. As before, his Mistress made sure most of his cum landed in his open mouth. She brushed the cum around his face and into Jon’s mouth. Jon licked the Mistress’s fingers to assure he had recouped every last drop. 

As he swallowed the warm salty cum, he felt his Mistress stiffen and explode violently in orgasm, squirting juicy cum with each spasm of her cunt. Again and again Lira’s cunt spasmed in orgasm until finally she fell exhausted across Jon’s chest, as her orgasm completely drained her of energy. After a few motionless moments the Mistress stirred and slowly withdrew her ‘cock’ from Jon’s asshole. 

Lira reached into the valise and brought out a pair of jockey style briefs with a narrow opening at the crotch. She pulled them over Jon’s legs and up over his body to fit snugly at his waist. Jon was released from headboard and rolled over so his stomach lay flat on the bed. His wrists were re-connected to the rings on the headboard. The Mistress moved the ankle restraints up so that they fit snugly around Jon’s upper calves at the back of his knees. A chain was attached to each restraint and Jon’s knees were pulled underneath him so that his ass was raised up. These restraints were chained to the headboard and pulled taut leaving Jon completely bound and vulnerable. 

He felt the Mistress Lira reach in through the opening in the briefs, grasp his massive balls, and pull them through the opening, fully exposing them. His cock remained safely inside pressing on his belly. Jon’s balls hung down low as they were hefted and fondled by his Mistress in anticipation of the torments she would soon perform upon them. 

Jon could not see what his Mistress was doing and the fear began to build in his mind of what unknown torment was to be visited upon him now. He could hear the valise open and close. The sound of leather striking flesh rang in his ears, but he felt no pain. He realized that the Mistress was striking her own palm with a leather paddle to increase his fear and anticipation. 

The slapping sound stopped and he felt a thin leather paddle drawn lightly over and around his exposed balls. Jon enjoyed this tickling sensation and could feel his cock start to grow hard, as the tickling of his balls continued. Lira began to very lightly slap Jon’s balls, and his arousal increased. The spanking was advanced to more pronounced and measured slaps on Jon’s balls. 

There was some slight pain with each slap, but there was also a great deal of pleasure reflected in Jon’s sighs and moans. As the force increased, Jon’s ability to tolerate the paddling diminished. Jon could feel the pain in his balls rise as the paddling continued. The Mistress stepped up the pace, and the force, of the spanking and Jon’s balls began to ache. The pain was now more pronounced than the pleasure, but Jon still enjoyed the discipline he was undergoing.

Though the pain was increasing, it resembled more a rough fondling than a beating, yet Jon’s apprehension increased as his moans of delight began to sound more like wails. His balls felt hot and sore, as the spanking continued with ever increasing force. Now the strokes became heavier and Jon’s yelps were interspersed with his occasional groans. He realized that the activity had changed to a discipline session, with his balls as the article being disciplined. 

His cries of pain were ignored, as Lira continued to pummel Jon’s balls. The outcries turned to occasional screams, as the punishment of his balls was increased incrementally. Now the blows fell heavily on his red and hurting testicles. The tears ran down Jon’s face as the torture continued unabated by his screams. 


Castleton Ch. 10



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Florence had not heard from Gordon for nearly three weeks. She had not given up on him, but she and Alteisha continued the hunt for a live in maid. At work, Florence had received a personal copyright on a security software program she had written for Internet users. It was a revolutionary concept in computer security. Her work quickly brought offers from leading software companies, including her own, to license the product for universal Internet use. Florence was ecstatic. She could not believe the amounts of money, nor the personal executive positions, being offered for the product. She would no longer want for anything. Within two years she would be a multimillionaire, with a top executive job. Finally, Florence accepted an executive position with her current employer, at least for the time being.

Although she had yet to receive any royalties, she knew that she would be receiving several hundred thousands of dollars by years end. Major financial companies were already offering her huge loans. Secretly, Florence had hoped that Gordon would accept her offer to serve her, thus also advise her financially. Although, her financial future was a ‘done deal', nothing had been formally announced in the industry. Florence was glad, because now she would have enough time to adjust to her new life among the privileged. She had told Alteisha and had sworn her to complete secrecy. Florence told Alteisha that she would also share in her good fortune. 

It was Friday afternoon and Florence sat in her new office, thinking about the weekend. Her secretary interrupted her thoughts, telling her she had a telephone call from someone, who would only identify himself as Gordon, insisting that he speak directly with her. Florence smiled and asked her to put the call through to her private phone. She picked up the phone saying, "Hello, this is Florence."

"Hello, it's...it's...Gordon...Ma'am," the voice said, stammering a bit.

"How nice to hear from you, Gordon. It's been nearly three weeks. How have you been?" she replied.

"I...I have been thinking about what...what you told me," he said, stammering again.

"I'm glad you took enough time to consider my offer, Gordon, it's nothing you'd want to agree to without a great deal of thought," she reminded him.

"I know."

"Please don't keep me in suspense, Gordon, did you decide to accept?" she asked. There was a pause, but Gordon responded quietly.

"Yes, Mistress." Florence smiled, pleased to hear that he had indeed accepted her offer, terms and conditions.

"Gordon, I want your Fax number so that I can send you directions to my home," she said sternly. I have all the papers and I will expect you promptly at seven o'clock."

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, and gave her his Fax number. Florence hung up without saying another word. She glanced at her watch, and saw that it was already three thirty. She dialed Alteisha and told her that they had a maid. Alteisha was extremely happy that Gordon had accepted. She told her Mistress that she would leave her work early, to make all necessary arrangements. Florence agreed and notified her Slave that she too, would be coming home early, to prepare for the arrival of her maid/slave. She gave her Secretary Gordon's Fax number and told her to send him directions to her home.

Alteisha answered the doorbell and ushered Gordon into the house. She motioned him to place his bags in the entryway and follow her into the living room. Florence was sitting at a small desk, wearing her red satin Mistress's robe pulled tightly about her and buttoned at the neck. The heavy drapes were drawn shut and the room was dark, except for the desk lamp. Florence motioned him to a chair near the desk and had him sit down. "How nice to see you again, Gordon. I'm so glad you decided to accept my offer to come to live with us," Florence said to him.

"May I have permission to speak, Mistress?" asked Gordon.

"Yes, you may speak," Florence responded, pleased that he had remembered to request permission.

"Thank you, Mistress, I too am very happy to be here," said Gordon.

"Gordon, here are the papers that detail the conditions of your service to me. Before you sign the ‘Contract', I insist that you carefully read every word aloud, so that I am positive that you comprehend everything it states. If, after you've read the papers, you agree to the terms and conditions, you will sign each page separately at the space provided. Following that, you will receive your first ‘official commands'."

"Yes, Mistress," Gordon sat down and began to read the papers aloud. As he finished each page, he would pick up the pen and sign the paper, then go on to the next page. Finally, he had read and signed the last page. Florence gathered the papers, folded them, placed them in an envelope and told Alteisha to place them in the safe.

"Gordon, remove all your clothes," Florence directed in a soft low tone. He immediately began to strip until he stood naked in front of his Mistress. She stood and inspected him as though he was chattel, then she handed him a leather collar covered with studs and steel rings. He placed the collar around his neck and buckled it securely. Florence clasped a light chain to a ring on the collar and led him by the chain to a stool in a corner of the room. She had him step up onto the stool as Alteisha returned to the living room. His cock had a semi hard-on and his huge balls were hanging down loosely. "Alteisha, shave every hair from his body, except his head, then ring for me," said Florence as she turned and left the room. Gordon tried to cover his nakedness with his hands, as Alteisha smiled at him struggling to adapt to his new status as a Slave.

"You best stand still, you whore Slave," said Alteisha with a grin. "If Mistress sees you try to hide your pitiful ass, she will tan it ‘til you can't sit down for days. She may anyway, if I decide to tell her." Alteisha brought forth a shaving mug and began to mix the thick lather. She had Gordon sit on the stool and covered his crotch with a hot wet towel. When she was sure the area was ready for shaving, she applied the warm lather to his pubic area, arm pits, the slight hair on his chest, legs and between his asscheeks. Gordon shuddered as she drew a straight razor from her shaving kit.

Grasping his cock she expertly drew the razor across his pubic area above his cock. His semi hard-on disappeared, and he became flaccid. He closed his eyes to avoid watching Alteisha shave his most private areas. "Hope I don't slip, bitch," Alteisha goaded him and laughed. When she finished shaving him, she spread a perfumed, creamy hair remover lotion over all the areas she had shaved. The lotion would saturate his hair follicles and prevent growth for several weeks. When she finished she toweled him off, returned him to a standing position on the stool and rang for her Mistress.

Florence entered the room, still in her robe, and stood in front of her maid/Slave. She snapped her fingers and Alteisha handed her a rubber phallus shaped butt plug and some soft nylon netting shaped loosely like a cock and balls. Florence lubricated the butt plug lightly and pulled Gordon's head by the neck collar causing him to bend over. She roughly rammed the butt plug into his ass until the sphincter closed over the depressed space to hold the plug in place. 

She worked the netting over Gordon's balls and pushed his cock into the space reserved for it in the netting. Next, she drew a soft leather cord through the netting and around the base of his cock and balls, drawing the cord tight and tying it off so that the netting would remain securely in place. She attached a light chain to the ring situated in the netting near the tip of his cock, drew the chain back between his legs separating his balls. She passed it between his asscheeks, through a ring in the butt plug and clasped the chain tightly to another ring at the back of his neck collar. 

Next, she placed soft leather restraints on both wrists, pulled his wrists together behind him and fastened them to the chain at his back. Assuring that he was securely bound, Florence lightly ran her fingers all over his nipples, asscheeks and his netted cock and balls. She ordered Alteisha to lick, suck and bite his nipples, as she watched Gordon's cock try to become erect, but the netting prevented any attempt at a hard-on. Satisfied at his helplessness, Florence brought out a pair of nipple clamps, joined by a light chain. She attached a clamp to each of his nipples, allowing them to spring shut painfully on the little pink nubs. 

Gordon grimaced from the pain at his nipples, and looked into Florence's eyes hoping to see some pity, but found none. Florence then attached a short chain to a ring on his collar to the center of the chain between his nipple clamps. She pulled the chain downward causing Gordon to bend forward slightly. She attached the chain to the ring at the tip of his cock net. Gordon was now truly bound on the horns of a dilemma. If he stood erect he pulled the chain at his front, which pulled his nipple clamps up. If he stooped over he again pulled the chain at his back pulling his nipple clamps down.

Mistress Florence ordered Alteisha to worship her cunt, while she watched Gordon's torment. Alteisha removed her Mistress's robe revealing her to be naked underneath. She dropped to her knees and began to lick and suck at her Mistress's cunt and clit. Gordon watched his wonderful Mistress being serviced by her primary Slave, as he stood on the stool in complete humiliation at his bound and chained plight. "Do you hurt, Gordon?" Florence asked dreamily, as she was the verge of coming from Alteisha's tongue.

"Yes, Mistress," said Gordon with obvious pain in his voice.

"Jump off the stool, Gordon, and worship my tits," ordered Florence. Gordon jumped off the stool and the abrupt landing caused the chain to pull taut and he screamed from the pain in his nipples. "Gordon!" snapped Florence, "quit that noisy foolishness and worship my tits!" He fell to his knees and began to alternately sucking her nipples. Alteisha, still sucking Florence's cunt, kept pushing at Gordon to cause the chain to pull at his nipples causing him stinging pain. 

Finally, Florence shuddered through a satisfying orgasm then sat down at her desk. She caught her breath, and ordered Alteisha to remove the nipple clamps from Gordon and show him to his room. "Dress him as we agreed and bring him down so he may serve us some tea, before we retire." With that, Florence put on her robe and left the living room. Alteisha grasped the chain at Gordon's neck collar and led him up the stairs to his room at the rear of the house.

Gordon's room was small, with a four poster bed, complete with steel rings on the headboard, footboard, posts and sides. The room contained a dresser with mirror, a nightstand with a clock and a closet. Laid out on the bed was a black maids' uniform with white trim, black nylon panties, black garter belt, net stockings and a small black and white cap. "I'll help you put on your uniform this first time, Gordon," Alteisha said. "Leave your collar, butt plug and cock and balls restraint on. Remove the wrist and ankle restraints and give those to me." Gordon looked woefully at the maids' uniform, realizing that his Mistress would dress him as a female, as part of his humiliation training. He sighed deeply, removed the restraints and began to put on the maids' uniform. 

Alteisha snickered from time to time, helping Gordon learn how to put on women's clothes. The nylon panties had detachable sides held together with Velcro fasteners, made to allow removal of the panties without removing the garter belt and stockings. The smirk on Alteisha's face mortified Gordon and intensified his discomfort, as he put on the women's high wide heeled shoes provided. Alteisha shaved his face with an electric razor and patted on makeup to hide any trace of his beard. "Be sure and check your beard and shave if it grows during the day. You surely do not want to irritate Mistress Florence by showing a ‘five o'clock shadow' while you perform your duties in this uniform. If you do irritate her, I'm sure you will only do it once," she grinned. "Now hold still while I put on your lipstick." 

When Alteisha finished, Gordon looked in the mirror. His humiliation was complete. The two Slaves entered the kitchen through the back staircase and Alteisha showed Gordon where the tea and service were kept. She told him to prepare everything in advance, except the tea. He could prepare tea later in the teapot with boiling water. She laughed at the sight of him in the maids' uniform and left the room to dress for tea.

"Well, Alteisha, our maid Slave looks ready to perform her service, don't you think?" Asked Mistress Florence.

"Yes Mistress, except that it seems odd to call our ‘maid' Gordon," Alteisha replied. 

"You're right," Florence said thoughtfully, "What shall we call her?"

"Gordina...Gordine? Gee, I can't seem to think of a proper name, Mistress. We can't use Gordon, because it would sound too much like ‘a boy named Sue'," both women laughed at this remark at Gordon's expense, standing mortified before them, waiting to be told to serve the tea. 

"Alteisha, do you remember the Russian girl Helper at Castleton?" Florence asked.

"Yes, Mistress, I'm trying to recall her name. It is close to Gordon, but I can't recall it."

"Gordeeva...yes, that's it, Gordeeva!" declared Florence. "Gore-dee-eh-va," she said phonetically.

"Perfect, Mistress!" said Alteisha. "It fits ‘her' to a T," the women laughed heartily at the maids' new name as Gordon stood, embarrassed, waiting for Florence to order the tea served.

"Gordeeva, you may serve now," ordered Mistress Florence. Gordon nodded and complied with her command. As the women sipped their tea and exchanged small talk the conversation turned to Alteisha's visitor. Florence informed Gordon that soon Alteisha would have a male guest. ‘She' should prepare to serve drinks to all of them, as Gordeeva, when Mr. Robert Morris arrives. Gordon nodded and collected the tea service on a tray, to return them to the kitchen. "Gordeeva, wait in the kitchen until you are summoned." He nodded yes and left the room. The women continued their conversation for some time until the doorbell rang.

"Gordeeva, answer the door, please," ordered Florence. Gordon went to the door and looked out through the window to see a large good-looking black man waiting on the porch, with a bouquet of roses in his hand. Mortified, Gordon opened the door and bid the man step inside.

"Good evening, Mr. Morris," Gordon said, as confidently as he could, given his obvious circumstances. 

"Well, hello," said Robert, "and who might you be?"

Gordon took a deep breath, glanced at Mistress Florence looking haughtily at him and said with his eyes lowered, "I am...Gordeeva, the maid, sir." Florence smiled and quietly reveled at Gordon's complete surrender to his enslavement. Florence knew that there were wonderful times to come, with this compliant Slave.

"All right, Gordeeva, hustle your ass off and tell Alteisha that I'm here to see her," said Robert with a smirk and a laugh. Humiliated again, Gordon went to find Alteisha and announce Robert's arrival. Alteisha and her Mistress met Robert in the living room and exchanged pleasantries. They exchanged wry comments on ‘Gordeeva' and they laughed at ‘her' expense. From the conversation Gordon could hear, as he prepared cocktails, he surmised that the three of them had met at a place called Castleton. The name meant nothing to him. Indeed, Robert served as a Helper at Castleton from time to time, and had been there when both Florence and Alteisha were Novices. 

Helpers were not required to observe the Master, Mistress or Slave protocols outside of Castleton. Helpers returned to their private lives without any restrictions. Their only obligation was to spend at least two weeks annually at Castleton, at the summons of the Grand Master. Most Helpers planned to spend their vacations and several weekends each year at Castleton. The benefits were obvious. As Helpers, they could interact socially with both Slaves and the Masters/Mistresses, participating in their activities if asked to do so. Gordon was summoned to serve the drinks. He brought cocktails to his Mistress, Alteisha and her friend. Sipping their drinks, Robert kept eyeing ‘Gordeeva' and wondering where he fit in to the night's activities. Mistress Florence sensed Robert's curiosity and called ‘Gordeeva' to her side. "Robert, our new maid/Slave will participate in the evenings pleasures. In fact ‘she' will be the focus of, and provide much of, the pleasurable moments for us all. Won't you, darling?" Florence said playfully.

"Yes, Mistress," Gordon replied still looking at the floor. Florence raised ‘Gordeeva's' skirt and showed Robert her maid's black nylon panties. She pulled the waistband and the panties separated from their Velcro fasteners, fell to the floor revealing Gordon's cock and balls, enmeshed in the netting that held them tight. They could see that Gordon was mortified. His arousal was evident too, as his cock was straining to achieve an erection, but was denied by the nylon netting holding it fast. Florence aggravated his circumstance by softly fondling his cock and balls as she talked with the others. Every so often she would flick her thumb and finger smartly across his cockhead or on a testicle, causing Gordon to jump from the sting. Florence untied the leather cord, removing the netting, allowing Gordon's cock and balls to hang free. They watched as Gordon's cock quickly swelled to a magnificent hard-on and awkwardly pushed his maid's skirt out. 

"How nice for you two ladies," said Robert eyeing the huge cock as it stiffened rock hard. 

"Yes, Robert, we are very happy that ‘she' decided to come serve us," said Florence, "Alteisha, remove your robe and help Robert get comfortable," she continued. Alteisha dropped her robe revealing her total nakedness, except for the collar she wore. She began undressing Robert and threw his clothes to ‘Gordeeva' to fold, or place them on hangers in the closet. Gordon could see Robert's naked body from the corner of his eye. He was dark, heavily muscled and possessed a large thick cock, hanging over an equally impressive set of balls. 

Alteisha began to stroke Robert's cock to bring it to full erection. Mistress Florence removed her red satin robe. She was dressed in a black soft leather teddy with an open crotch and her nipples protruding from holes provided for that purpose. She wore thigh high black boots, with five-inch spike heels, studded wristbands and a leather ‘tool' belt, that held small whips, paddles, nipple clamps and a chain leash. She moved to a large upholstered soft leather chair, sat down and crossed her legs, to direct and observe the proceedings. She nodded to Alteisha to begin.

Alteisha licked her lips, embraced Robert and kissed him full on the mouth. He clasped her tits in both hands and quickly moved his mouth to her nipples and licked them with relish. His hands moved to her cunt and two fingers disappeared inside to knead and massage her wet pussy, causing her juices to flow. Florence put her hand between her legs and slowly rubbed her clit, as she watched her Slave amuse her, by preparing to fuck Robert. Gordon stood nearby wondering if anything was expected of him. His cock began to seep with pre-come, as he watched Alteisha moan with pleasure at Robert's ministrations. "You may fuck her now, Robert," said Florence. Robert laid Alteisha down on the edge of the sofa and she put both her legs over his shoulders. He opened her cunt with his fingers and placed the tip of his huge black cock at the entrance to her pussy. The purple head was half buried in her cunt, as she writhed about trying to capture its entire length. 




Castleton Ch. 10



Florence grinned, as Robert continued to tease Alteisha, by barely touching her clit with his cockhead. She moaned and desperately tried to slide the cock into her cunt. "Please, Robert...please...fuck, me! I can't stand it!" Alteisha cried from the teasing of her cunt. Ever so slowly Robert inched his massive cock into the Slave's cunt. Alteisha was so hot she came before he could fully embed the monster cock within her. Her orgasm caused a smile to form on her Mistress's lips, as the Slaves breathing became heavier. Robert waited for her to catch her breath before thrusting his cock deep into her cunt. 

She gave a start as the long cock drove deep into her, withdrew to the rim of the cockhead, only to thrust entire length into her waiting cunt, again. Alteisha's juices were flowing freely as the pace of her fucking increased. The huge cock thundered in and out of her cunt like a piston, as it rubbed against her clit, drawing it in with each thrust. Alteisha could feel another orgasm building inside her and she eagerly thrust back to enjoy the magnificent cock that was fucking her.

Watching, her Mistress enjoyed a mild orgasm while lightly stroking her cunt. Gordon was totally confused as to his role. He was fully aroused, but had no sense of what was expected of him. His rock hard cock was seeping pre-come and he feared he would soil the carpet, his uniform or both, thus giving his Mistress a pretext to discipline him. He needn't have worried. Mistress Florence needed no pretext to whip him. She would do it solely for her amusement, when she felt like it. 

Alteisha and Robert intensified their fucking trying to achieve a mutual orgasm simultaneously. Florence lazily stroked her cunt, softly calling to them, "Neither of you have permission to cum. I'll deal with your earlier infraction later, Alteisha dear, just now I want to enjoy watching both of you fuck." Alteisha quickly shifted her energies to prevent herself from cumming, as Robert began to intensify his effort to make her cum. Although he was told not to cum, Robert was not obligated to obey, because he was not in a Helper nor a Slave role. He decided to comply with Mistress Florence's command, because he suspected she had other reasons to ask him to withhold orgasm. He was quickly rewarded. "Gordeeva, lick Robert's asshole as he fucks Alteisha," Florence commanded. Gordon was mortified and dumbfounded. Never had he expected to be commanded to perform such an act. 

His Mistress grinned as she reached out and forcefully slapped the head of his cock with her open hand, causing him to cry out from the stinging pain. "Now, please!" she commanded him, "I'm not in the habit of waiting." Slowly Gordon dropped to his knees behind Robert and sheepishly looked at Florence. "Gordeeva, you have two choices. Lick Robert as I told you, or leave this house now as you are, and never return!" Gordon felt trapped, bewildered and fearful that he might truly be dismissed and he surrendered to his Mistress's command.

He nuzzled his face between Robert's asscheeks and flicked his tongue over the dark wrinkled asshole. As Robert thrust his cock into Alteisha's cunt, his asscheeks would close over Gordon's mouth and nose, preventing him from breathing until the outstroke. Robert sensed Gordon's discomfort and made every effort to hold his asscheeks shut as long as he could. Thus heightening Gordon's embarrassment and humiliation at performing such a degrading act. 

The participation of another person, in their sexual performance, had the initial effect of slowing Alteisha and Robert's desire to cum. Although neither of them could see Gordon sucking Robert's asshole, the knowledge that he was doing it gave them some, but not much, relief from the need to cum. Florence knelt next to Gordon and drew a paddle from her ‘tool' belt. Without warning she struck Gordon full on his ass cheek as he tongued Robert's asshole.

Gordon jumped as the leather paddle exploded again on the other cheek. He realized instinctively that he had better continue licking Robert's asshole and try to ignore the paddle, but that was impossible to do. Mistress Florence intensified the strokes until he was groaning with the pain of each stroke. His asscheeks felt blistered, hot and burned as Florence relentlessly applied the paddle strokes while he licked. Gordon's asscheeks were red and welts began to form as his Mistress continued. Without stopping the strokes, Florence told Robert that he, but not Alteisha, could cum whenever he wanted. Robert quickened his strokes in rhythm with Florence's paddling of Gordon's ass. 

Soon he could feel the orgasm boiling in his balls and gathering at the base of his cock. He tried to hold off for as long as he could, to maximize Gordon's torment and his own pleasure. Finally, he could no longer withhold and he erupted in a cannonade of thick hot semen deep inside Alteisha's cunt. He cried out, as he shot the load from his cock, and his cries blended with Alteisha's shrieks, as she could no longer preclude herself from cumming. She too exploded in a sea of orgasmic bliss, blending her creamy cum juices with Robert's, deep in her cunt. She screamed with pleasure at her orgasm, even as she knew that her Mistress would punish her for disobeying her order not to cum.

Hurting, Gordon continued licking Robert's asshole and wondered what was next in store for him. Mistress Florence answered the question in his mind. She told Robert to withdraw and offer his cock to ‘Gordeeva' for cleansing. Robert turned to Gordon still on his knees and placed his semen-covered cock, still reeking with Alteisha's musk, in front of Gordon's mouth. His humiliation was nearly complete. He was expected to lick cum from another mans cock, in order to please his Mistress. Subconsciously, he was eager to taste Robert's cum covered cock. He could feel his own cock get even harder at the thought of putting Robert's cock in his mouth. 

Although reason argued against this unnatural act, his desire to completely serve and please his Mistress was overpowering. He dismissed any pretense of declining, and opened his mouth to receive Robert's organ. The spunk tasted salty sweet, just as his own when Mistress had made him suck it out of her cunt at the beach hotel. Eagerly he ran his tongue all about the huge head, behind the rim and down along the shaft, sucking the semen into his mouth and swallowing. He liked the taste of that great black cock with the purple head still oozing thick white cream. After licking the cock clean, he drew his tongue all over Robert's huge testicles to lap up all the cum that had flowed onto them.

Florence asked Robert to step away to allow ‘Gordeeva' to clean his cum out of Alteisha's cunt. Gordon crawled up to the sofa and looked at the bronze cunt oozing with the thick white cream Robert had deposited inside. He licked the semen on her thighs first, then from the outside lips of her cunt. Satisfied that he had lapped up all the semen from around her cunt, Gordon placed his tongue as deep as he could into Alteisha's pussy. She squeezed her cunt muscles to force the pearly fluid out onto his waiting tongue. Florence told him to completely clean her, and continue sucking her cunt while she forbade Alteisha from cumming again. 

"Let's see if you will disobey again, Alteisha. I can't wait to punish both you and ‘Gordeeva' for your insolence," Florence told her Slaves. Alteisha was secretly pleased, as she craved the thrill of the whip and the restraints. Gordon had yet to suffer a real whipping, hence he did not know what to expect. He was content to continue licking the primary Slave's sweet cunt until his Mistress ordered him to stop. "Make her cum hard, ‘Gordeeva'. I want to see her struggle to prevent it from happening. It amuses me to watch her writhe against her inevitable orgasm, which will soon consume her. Then she will pay the full price of her disobedience," Florence told them.

Mistress Florence pulled herself close to Alteisha's face and whispered to her not to cum, to avoid her punishment. She had often watched Mistress Darla at Castleton do the same thing. Privately, Florence knew that her Slave would eventually fail and give in to a glorious orgasm that would result in a punishment session. Florence looked directly into Alteisha's eyes as Gordon redoubled his efforts to make her cum with his tongue. "Don't you dare cum, Alteisha. Don't be a slut, Slave. Fight the urge, don't make me whip your pretty ass again," Florence told her, as her Slave strained not to cum. 

She watched intently for any sign of orgasm from her Slave, but none was yet evident. Florence called to Robert to come close to her. He complied and she reached out to grasp his cock, which had become hard again as Robert watched Gordon suck Alteisha. "Fuck me, Robert," Florence told him and he moved behind her to fuck her dog fashion. Florence moaned with pleasure as the huge cock parted her cuntlips and buried itself deep in her cunt. She knew that Robert, since fucking Alteisha, would fuck her for some time before cumming again. 

Gordon watched, as Florence continued to badger and harass Alteisha not to cum, while urging him to make her cum hard. Florence basked in the fucking she was receiving from Robert's huge cock pounding in and out of her pussy, dog fashion. She herself was fighting the urge to cum as she implored her Slave not to cum. Alteisha was visibly hurting, as she strained grotesquely against cumming. Gordon's tongue was maddening to bear, as he continued to concentrate on her clitoris. Florence sensed that Robert was close to cumming. His cock began to throb, his balls tightened and no longer slammed against her pubic area when his cock thrust into her. 

Florence implored Alteisha not to cum before Robert, thus save herself from the whip. Privately Florence knew that Alteisha was ready to explode at any second. She squeezed her cunt tightly to hold Robert's cock from moving, while she falsely gave Alteisha hope that she could outlast Robert. As her Mistress already knew she would, Alteisha surrendered to Gordon's rampaging tongue and erupted into a mind numbing orgasm, screaming as her release consumed her.

"You naughty bitch!" exclaimed Florence, releasing Robert's cock from the grip of her cunt muscles. "I told you not to cum, you slut! Now you'll pay, with that sweet ass of yours, I promise you, cunt!" Robert stroked his cock in and out of Florence's pussy, when he too surrendered to pleasures of orgasm and exploded into Florence's cunt. He shuddered as great volumes of cum cascaded deep into Florence's cunt. He felt lightheaded as he slumped forward onto Florence's back, to recover from the massive orgasm. Robert was completely spent and he rolled off Mistress Florence onto the floor. He lay there gasping for breath. Florence ignored Robert, as she hurried towards Alteisha and Gordon to be cleansed.

"May I cleanse you, Mistress?" asked Gordon. Florence dismissed his request and sat down on Alteisha's face. Instinctively her Slave began to lap up the thick creamy semen from her Mistress's sweet flowing cunt. 

"Don't swallow any of the cum, slut. I have other plans for this love offering from Robert," Florence told Alteisha. Her Slave continued sucking cum into her mouth. The cum kept flowing from Florence's cunt, even as Alteisha's mouth was filling with Robert's nectar. Finally, the flow of semen diminished. Alteisha had filled her mouth full and was straining not to swallow any of it. "Kiss ‘Gordeeva' and give ‘her' Robert's cum," Florence ordered her primary Slave. Alteisha kissed Gordon full on the mouth and pushed cum into his mouth with her tongue. 

"Open your mouth to let me see the cum!" Florence ordered Gordon and he meekly complied. His Mistress saw his mouth full of semen and smiled satisfactorily at his total submission to her will. "Now, bitch," she told him, "swallow that cum and lick Robert's cock and balls clean again." Gordon did as he was told and cleaned Robert's now flaccid cock and balls. "Thank him for feeding you tonight," Florence commanded Gordon. 

Robert poured himself a cool glass of Zinfandel and exhaled heavily as he crashed naked into an upholstered leather chair. "As always, Florence, that was fantastic," declared Robert as he drank deeply of the wine. "I can easily see why you advanced to Mistress status as quickly as you did," he said with a smile.

"Thank you, Robert. You're such a dear," replied Florence. "Please help me get these two ready for their sessions, will you?"

"Of course. I'll get the restraints and your implements," he said happily as he went to the closet to retrieve the items. Florence stripped the maids' uniform from Gordon and placed the restraints on his wrists and ankles, while Robert secured Alteisha similarly. Gordon's wrists were fastened together and attached to a chain that dropped from the ceiling. His arms were drawn up over his head by the chain, attached to a pulley, and made fast. Gordon's ankles were spread wide apart and shackled to the floor. He hung naked and totally exposed for his Mistress's pleasure. 

"Permission to speak, Mistress?" asked Gordon.

"What might a whore like you have to say?" replied Florence.

"I...I...thought...that," he stammered.

"Say it, you fucking slut! Quit stammering every time you speak. It only irritates me more," Florence, scolded him.

"Yes, Mistress. I wanted to know if I might get some relief with you too?" 

"What are you asking? If you can cum?" his Mistress asked incredulously. He nodded affirmatively. "Of course not. You haven't earned the right to cum. Your miserable performance disgusted me! Even if I were disposed to let you cum, which I'm not, I certainly would not allow you to cum with me! Understand this. You will only cum when I decide you can. If some day, you somehow manage to please me, I might, I repeat might, let you masturbate in front of my friends to amuse them." With that she slapped his cock as hard as she could with her open hand. He cried out and his body shook at her slap. "Alteisha, give him ten strokes on each ass cheek, his nipples and cock. Following that, spread his cheeks, remove the butt plug and I'll rubber band his asshole. Then, bitch, your session is next."

Florence selected a thin braided leather whip and handed it to Alteisha. The Slave walked around Gordon as he pulled at his restraints. She made sure that Gordon could plainly see the whip and his eyes told everyone that that he was afraid. "I see that you fear the whip, ‘Gordeeva'," said Florence, as she looked him in the eye. "Perhaps you best start with ‘her' cock or nipples so ‘she' can see the strokes coming," Florence suggested. 

Alteisha grinned at Gordon and suddenly struck his cockhead sharply with the whip. He screamed at the searing pain. Before he could catch his breath, Alteisha laid several more blows on his totally flaccid prick. Some of the blows also struck his balls, increasing the pain visited on the maid/Slave. He moaned and cried at the pain as he hung from his restraints. "Two more on his cock, Mistress?" asked Alteisha. Florence nodded and told her to continue. 

Alteisha finished whipping his cock and switched to alternately striking each nipple with the tip of the whip. Gordon was in a state of continual screaming, as the blows fell heavily on his nipples and chest. She paused to let him compose himself, before raising welts on his asscheeks. The blows were deliberate, to elicit the greatest fear and uncertainty from the newly recruited maid/Slave. Gordon was openly crying now, with tears rolling down his cheeks. Alteisha finished punishing his asscheeks and handed the whip to her Mistress. She grasped the butt plug at its base and roughly ripped it out of his ass causing him to cry out again.

"Thank you, Alteisha," said Florence, "that was a splendid job of light punishment. As for you, ‘Gordeeva', you will learn to accept your punishment without all that unnecessary noise. You nearly frightened Robert out of his wits, with such carrying on. I don't what I will do with you if you persist in displeasing me." Alteisha, grinning, handed her Mistress a long rubber band then spread Gordon's asscheeks as wide as she could, exposing his wrinkled and puckered asshole. "Ah, now we near the end," said Florence mockingly. Robert and Alteisha laughed at Mistress Florence's pun and kneeled down to watch her finish Gordon's session. 

Gordon had composed himself, but the terror was evident in his face. Florence deliberately delayed the punishment to heighten his anxiety. Without any warning, Gordon felt a searing pain burst forth at his asshole. He screamed at the agony of the rubber band snapping against the soft tender flesh of his asshole. His Mistress continued beyond the ten strokes she had ordered for his cock, nipples and asscheeks. He had counted the first fifteen strokes, but he lost count as Florence continued until he could no longer stand on his feet and fell, hanging on his restraints. She stopped when he collapsed crying, sobbing and mumbling for mercy.

Mistress Florence pressed the quick release on the pulley and Gordon fell to the floor. He moaned from the throbbing pain at his genitals, nipples, asscheeks and asshole. The rising welts were deep red and criss-crossed his chest and asscheeks. Florence had Robert pull him onto all fours and spread his asscheeks so she could ram the butt plug back into his ass. Robert let Gordon collapse onto the floor again then dragged him to a corner of the room. Mistress Florence placed Alteisha in the same restraints that had held Gordon a few moments ago. 

Alteisha looked forward to the bite of the whip. To say that she ‘got off' on it was to understate just how much she needed the discipline provided by her Mistress. Florence checked the chains and restraints to assure that they were fast. Without warning brought the whip down hard on Alteisha's beautiful asscheeks. She threw her head back and bit her lip, as she relished the pain coursing through her body. "Thank you, Mistress," Alteisha whispered to her Mistress, as the next cutting blow striped her ass.

Gordon watched in disbelief as Florence whipped Alteisha with all her strength. He could not comprehend why Altiesha had not uttered a word or sound, as stroke after stroke bit into her asscheeks and tits. Alteisha hung limply from the restraints, but for Alteisha it was a means of conserving her energy, not complete surrender, as he had done. He was ashamed that a young woman could endure such pain without uttering even a whimper. He marveled at her tenacity and her ability to receive the thrashing without giving her Mistress any satisfaction. 

The punishment continued for nearly an hour, with pauses to allow both Slave and Mistress to regain sufficient strength to continue. Alteisha bit her lip as she finally uttered a slight moaning sound that was barely audible. Mistress Florence used the slight sound as a pretext to stop the session. She too was tired and needed to rest. "Enough!" said her Mistress. "Now, Alteisha should learn not to cum without permission." She paused to take a deep drink from the wine Robert handed her and released the chain holding her Slave captive. "Robert, please help me get these two worthless excuses for Slaves, up to bed. Put Gordon in the back room and place Alteisha in my bed." Robert helped the two Slaves up the stairs and into bed as Florence requested. "Robert, tell my maid to set ‘her' clock for six thirty a.m. and tell ‘her' that I will expect breakfast promptly at seven." Florence called to Robert as he climbed the stairs with the Slaves in tow. 

When Robert came back down, he dressed, thanked Florence, kissed her hand, bid her good night and left. Florence locked the house, turned out the lights and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Alteisha was snuggled under the sheets grinning at her Mistress. Florence removed her teddy and climbed naked into bed. She embraced her Slave and kissed her, probing her mouth with her tongue, then turned to a sixty-nine position to devour her Slave's cunt. Alteisha pushed head between Florence's thighs and began to extract the orgasm that Florence had not had downstairs.




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Both of them had several orgasms. They sucked each other's cunts' for nearly an hour before Florence turned to rub her clit against Alteisha's clit. They ‘fucked' each other to several mind numbing cums, before falling back on the bed, exhausted, spent and gasping for breath. Florence smiled at her bronze slave and rolled her over to soothe her welts with her tongue. Alteisha moaned delightfully as Florence licked her. "I love you, Mistress," Alteisha whispered.

"I love you too, sweet darling slave," Florence replied. She turned off the light, pulled the covers over both of them, embraced her slave and kissed her passionately. "Goodnight, my sweet slave girl. You are such a wonderful and dear person, Alteisha."

"Thank you, Mistress." Said Alteisha holding Florence tightly as the two lovers fell asleep.

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Castleton Ch. 11



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Gordon was seated at his desk deeply involved in the analysis of several stocks displayed on his computer screen. His pager beeped and he glanced at the number showing on the display. It was Mistress Florence. He returned her call immediately with his cell phone. Florence answered using a scrambler device to prevent anyone from listening in to her telephone calls. Her caller ID told her it was Gordon returning her page. "Speak Slave," she said.

"You paged me Mistress. What may I do for you?" Gordon responded.

"I'm having some friends for cocktails and dinner this evening. They will arrive promptly at six thirty p.m., so you must be ready. To save time, I'm sending you, by courier, some things to wear. I want you to put everything on, under your suit, just as soon as you receive them. I will expect you to be home no later then six o'clock. 

"Alteisha is preparing dinner and you must be there in time to greet our guests, serve the cocktails and serve dinner to our guests. The courier should arrive within minutes. Even though you still have several hours to work, I want you to put on the things I'm sending you, just as soon as the courier leaves," Florence hung up without waiting for an acknowledgment, or a goodbye.

Gordon was uneasy, but returned to his analysis, even as he heard someone talking to his secretary, Maureen. "Mr. Phillips, there is a courier here with a package for you. He says that he must get your personal signature on the receipt," Maureen said on the intercom. 

"Send him in, Maureen," Gordon told her. A tall black man, in a courier's uniform, entered Gordon's office carrying a package. Gordon recognized him immediately. It was Robert. "Hello," said Gordon, without using any name recognition. Robert smiled and nodded hello as he gave the package to Gordon and offered the receipt pad for signature. Gordon quickly signed the receipt, and returned to his computer. 

Robert left right away. Maureen asked Gordon if she should open the package for him, but he declined, asking her to shut the door behind her as she left. When he was alone Gordon quickly locked his office door and opened the package. It contained his net cock and ball restraint, the butt plug, a thin leather collar with a chain, a pair of crotchless frilly panties, net stockings, a garter belt, brassiere with openings for his nipples and his maids uniform.

Gordon undressed and swiftly put on the clothes Mistress Florence had sent him. The butt plug was difficult to insert without lubricant, but he improvised by using his saliva to provide some lubrication. Even with the saliva, the plug felt as though it was dry and Gordon suffered to fully insert it into his ass, but at last it was done. Gordon attached the chain to the ring on the net cock and balls restraint, through the butt plug ring and then to the leather collar about his neck. He put on his shirt, tie, and suit over his maid's uniform. Fully dressed, Gordon placed his male underwear in his briefcase, unlocked his door and returned to his work.

The butt plug was even more uncomfortable in his office environment, than when wearing it at home. Sitting directly on it drove it deep into his ass, causing discomfort during the course of his work. More vexing than the butt plug was the cock and ball restraint, which kept pulling at his genitals with every movement he made. The chain pulled harshly at his cock and balls and the butt plug, each time he moved. 

Mistress Florence had deliberately made the chain shorter than usual to add to his discomfort, thus reminding him of who was in control. No matter, he relished his role. It was not a 'predicament', as some might think. For Gordon it was total liberation from the concerns and misgivings of daily life. His existence was now the concern of his Mistress, who knew far better than he, what he needed to be happy. What she required of him was love, devotion, obedience and worship of his Mistress. She would provide everything else necessary. He was totally content.

Exactly at five forty five p.m., Gordon shut down his computer, grabbed his briefcase and left his office for the weekend. He told Maureen to have a nice weekend and hurried to the elevator. Maureen followed closely behind him as he left and joined him in the elevator. She smiled at him as they descended the twelve stories to the garage below. 

"Mr. Phillips," she began, "What are your plans for this weekend? I hear the weather will be gorgeous, will you be going to the beach?" He became surprised and slightly uncomfortable at her asking into his activities. Usually, she was pretty closed mouthed and private, but he shrugged it off with his answer.

"No. I will stay home," he replied curtly, but courteously. 

"I'm going to the beach with some girl friends," said Maureen, in a tone that he sensed she was not too thrilled about her weekend plans. 

"Sounds like a fun weekend," Gordon said, just to make some small talk until they reached the garage level.

"I guess," she sighed. "Nothing exciting, but something to do at least. I guess it's better than nothing."

"Oh," replied Gordon, "there are an infinite variety of things that are better than nothing, Maureen."

"Well I wish some of them would happen to me," she said as the elevator halted. They entered the garage and walked to their cars. Gordon pondered Maureen's comment. He wondered if she might somehow need a change in her life, similar to the change he had undergone. He smiled at her as he stopped at his car, which was parked near hers.

"Have a great weekend, Maureen. See you Monday," he started the car, waved goodbye, pulled out of the parking space and drove away. As he left the city and drove towards the house of his Mistress he wondered about the evening and the humiliation he would happily suffer at the hands of the guests. He was excited about providing every service that could be asked of him. Hopefully they might even allow him to cum tonight. He hadn't had an orgasm for nearly two weeks. Mistress Florence did not think he deserved to cum, judging from the marginal performances he had provided his Mistress. He still bore the welts across his ass from the whippings they had administered each night, but orgasm had always been denied him. Perhaps tonight he thought.

Gordon turned into the driveway and pulled into the garage. He entered the house and went up the back staircase to his room. There he removed his outer clothing to reveal the maids uniform he wore underneath. He placed a pair of four-inch pumps on his feet and sat at the mirror to put on his lipstick. The door opened and Alteisha entered his room. "Hurry, Gordeeva, Mistress is waiting. It's nearly six o'clock." 

She took the lipstick from him and clasped his chin in her hand. "Here, let me do that." And she finished painting his lips bright red. Her robe parted slightly and Gordon could tell that she was naked except for her collar, nipple and cunt rings and the little bells attached to them. He could hear the bell's muffled ringing under her robe, as she finished putting lipstick on him. 

Gordon followed Alteisha to the kitchen to layout the wine and spirits that would be needed for cocktails. He placed various cheeses, finger sandwiches and fruits on silver trays and arranged other snacks in bowls and on decorative plates. He checked everything again to be sure everything was ready. He did not want to cause his Mistress any embarrassment in front of her guests. As he worked, he heard the kitchen door open behind him. It was Mistress Florence. She looked at him haughtily, then at his refreshment preparation. "Everything seems to be in order, 'Gordeeva'." She said curtly. "They should be here any minute. You will answer the door, place their wraps in the front closet and show them in." She turned and left.

The doorbell rang and it concerned Gordon. He had never been a 'maid' to anyone other than his Mistress, Alteisha and Robert. He was uncomfortable and wondered if he would be ridiculed by the guests. Perhaps he would not be able to go through with this tonight. After all, he had been required to do, he was puzzled why his Mistress would want to hold him up to such ridicule in front of her friends. Quickly, dismissing any second thoughts about his situation, he knew that if he balked at anything Mistress asked of him, she would dismiss him permanently. He couldn't bear the thought of not being submissive to her every whim. 

'Gordeeva' opened the door and greeted the three women who stood on the porch. "Welcome, please follow me," he told them as they entered and followed him into the living room. He collected their wraps as they watched him intently. The ladies had smirks on their faces and Gordon knew immediately, that they were aware that he was a male. 

He placed their wraps in the closet. Mistress Florence entered wearing a studded black soft leather strap suit. It looked like a large net with crisscrossed straps around and between her bare breasts, crossed again at her navel, parting at her crotch on either side of her exposed cunt, and continuing across her back above her bare asscheeks, to a small collar at her neck. She wore silver bells in both her cunt and nipple rings with thigh high soft shinny black leather boots, with five-inch heels. For all practical purposes Florence was naked except for the boots and the leather straps. 

"Hello, how nice to see you again," Florence greeted her guests. "How wonderful of you to come visit. It's been such a long time," she turned to Gordon and introduced her guests. "Gordeeva, these three ladies are dear friends of mine. This is Mistress Lira, who taught both Alteisha and me at Castleton, Mistress Lynette who gave us our wonderful rings and silver bells and Mistress Darla, who owned Alteisha, before she gave her to me. Ladies, this is my maid, Gordeeva."

"How nice, Mistress Florence," said Lynette, "your maid seems very intriguing. I'm sure we will find 'her' interesting this weekend," Gordon felt warm and worried that he was blushing, which in fact he was. The ladies enjoyed Gordon's discomfort and smiled with glee at his blushing. 

Each of the ladies wore soft leather teddies and boots similar to Florence's. Mistress Darla's breasts, protruded through holes in her red teddy, which was also open at her crotch. Lynntte's teddy was of white leather that ended in half cups just beneath her exposed breasts. Lira's pink teddy exposed a single breast and had an opening to expose only the nipple of the other breast. The Mistresses cunts and asscheeks were fully exposed. Each wore a leather collar, whose color matched their teddies. All had cunt and nipple rings with tiny silver bells hanging from each ring. 

"Gordeeva, serve the cocktails now, please," Florence ordered 'her' as the Mistresses sat down to continue their conversations. Florence had purposely not asked Alteisha to join them until she could gauge how Mistress Darla still felt about her former Slave. Darla sensed that Florence had the first move and decided to wait until later to ask about Alteisha. Although both Florence and Darla were mentally fencing, over Alteisha, both decided to put aside any potential disagreement over the Slave, for now. "Darla, Alteisha will join us later," Florence told her sincerely. Darla smiled and nodded as she sipped her drink.

"Gordeeva?" asked Lynette, "didn't we have a little Russian girl Novice named Gordeeva?"

"Yes," replied Florence, "I named 'her' after the Novice we met at Castleton."

"How nice," said Darla, "come here darling," she said to Gordon, "and let me see you up close." Gordon, still holding his tray and drinks, moved close to Darla and stood beside her chair. Mistress Darla lifted his skirt revealing his restrained cock and balls for all to see. "Oh, my!" exclaimed Darla, "such a huge clitoris on this 'girl'. Let's let it out of its netting, shall we?"

"Of course," agreed Florence. Darla released the nylon net that held Gordon's cock and balls. With the obvious skill of having removed such restraints before, Darla, with one hand, expertly untied the leather cord, unsnapped the chain and pulled the nylon restraint free of Gordon's genitals. His balls dropped down and slowly swung from side to side, while his cock immediately grew engorged and stood erect. 

Darla lightly fondled the huge cock and stroked his balls, as she continued conversing and sipping her drink. She pulled the foreskin down revealing a large bulbous purple cockhead. She lightly rubbed the smooth silken head with her thumb, then grasped the huge cock and began to pump the skin back and forth. Gordon's sexual arousal was obvious, as he vainly tried not to squirm even slightly, as Darla continued to masturbate him.

"Oh, how I would love to put a ring through that foreskin, - -I mean clitoris," said Lynette laughing at her deliberately calling Gordon's cock a clit. 

"Yes, Lynette, we know your passion for piercing, but it would be more fitting if Mistress Endora pierced 'her' clit would it not?" said Mistress Lira.

"Oh, I suppose so, that's her area of expertise, but wouldn't it be fun to do it here tonight," replied Lynette, causing all, except, Gordon to laugh heartily. He grew even more uncomfortable at the thought of getting his cock or foreskin pierced. Darla continued to masturbate him and he could feel the semen boiling in his balls, as he fought to prevent himself from cumming. Lynette knelt down in front of him and licked at the pre cum that seeped from his cock hole. Lira moved to the 'maid' and began to suck one of his nipples, while rolling the other one between her thumb and forefinger. 

Gordon's juices boiled within him. He wanted to stop the three Mistresses, but was afraid to ask for permission to speak. He looked with pity in his eyes at his Mistress, but Florence ignored him, as she toyed with Lynette's nipple. Gordon trembled. He knew that he could not resist the sexual onslaught of the three Mistresses for much longer, without exploding in orgasm. He had not cum in nearly two weeks and he could not hold out much longer. Sensing his impending orgasm, Lynette withdrew his cockhead from her mouth and stood up. She enjoyed his discomfort for a moment then, slapped his cockhead as hard as she could. Next, she squeezed his cockhead to force the blood out of it and squelch his orgasm. 

The four Mistresses enjoyed a laugh at Gordon's discomfort, as they returned to their drinks and snacks. "Shall we go into the dining room, ladies?" asked Florence, as they rose and followed her in to dinner. "Gordeeva, please start with the appetizer," Florence sat at the head of the table with Lynette and Lira seated side by side to her left. Darla sat to Florence's right with an open place setting between her and her hostess. 

Before Darla could ask who would be joining them, Alteisha entered the room wearing only her Slave collar, her cunt and nipple rings and silver bells. "Ah, there you are, Alteisha," said Florence. "You remember this slut, Alteisha, I'm sure," she continued to the guests. They all acknowledged Alteisha, especially Mistress Darla, who smiled slightly as she saw her previous Slave. "Alteisha will also join us for dinner as well as provide some entertainment," announced Florence. "Alteisha, stand on this chair between Mistress Darla and I and masturbate for us."

Alteisha, looking absolutely delicious, responded "Yes, Mistress," and stood on the chair and began to rub her finger over her clit, while the others watched. The Slave was fully aroused and breathed heavily as she continued rubbing herself. Mistress Darla was also getting aroused as she watched her former slave masturbate. She saw the moisture form at Alteisha's cuntlips and she could feel her own juices beginning to boil within her cunt. 

'Gordeeva' came in carrying a tray of shrimp cocktail appetizers, for the ladies. 'She' placed an appetizer before each of the place settings and stood back to watch Alteisha. Florence picked a large shrimp from her bowl and thrust it into Alteisha's cunt as she continued to masturbate. Her Mistress rolled the shrimp about her slave's cunt and took a bite of the shrimp. Florence continued to dip her shrimp into Alteisha's cunt, then into her cocktail sauce before eating the shrimp. The others began to eat their appetizers and watch Alteisha, as she closed her eyes, moaning softly from the pleasure of rubbing her clit.

"Alteisha, you may cum when we have all finished our shrimp cocktails, then sit here next to me and Mistress Darla," her Mistress told her. The Mistresses ate in silence and, concurrent with last protracted bite of shrimp by Darla, Alteisha erupted in a mind numbing orgasm. She swayed uneasily and Florence reached out to steady her, to prevent her from falling. The other Mistresses applauded Alteisha's masturbation until she sat down between her Mistress and Mistress Darla. Florence gave her permission to eat her appetizer and to join in the dinner conversation, until the dessert. Gordon served dinner, stood nearby as they ate, attending to their every need. 

He watched Alteisha as she sat between her current and former Mistress. It was obvious to him, and Mistress Florence, that Darla hoped her former slave would have expressed greater enthusiasm over her visit. After all, not too long ago they had been close, like lovers rather than slave and Mistress. During the meal, Darla would find every opportunity to touch Alteisha's naked thigh or rub against her breasts. Florence too, had noticed Darla's behavior, but ignored it. As a Mistress, Darla had the privilege to take such liberties with any slave of the Order. Alteisha was increasingly uncomfortable with Mistress Darla's attentions, but controlled herself and did not outwardly display any displeasure. 

Inwardly, Alteisha felt that Mistress Darla had abandoned her at Castleton, in favor of a younger and fresher slave. Only her fellow Novice, now Mistress Florence, came to her aid that day. She rescued her by taking her into her service, with Darla's eager concurrence. Now, apparently, Darla was having second thoughts and was making a play for Alteisha's affection again. Darla sensed that her advances to Alteisha were being rejected. 

Darla changed her strategy and starting to pinch Alteisha teasingly, but with increasing force. Finally, without any pretense towards teasing, Darla pulled hard on Alteisha's nipple ring, causing a burning pain to erupt in the slave's breast. Alteisha jumped ever so slightly, but quickly regained her composure. She hoped that no one had sensed that Mistress Darla was angered and deliberately disciplining her. The little side play was not lost on Florence, who made a mental note to be alert to Darla's vicious dark side. 

The meal continued, with some additional oral and physical barbs directed toward Alteisha by her former Mistress. When they finished the dinner course, Florence asked Gordon to clear away everything from the table, before serving the dessert of sugared strawberries and whipped cream. Gordon cleared the table and went to the kitchen get the dessert. When he returned he found Alteisha, lying on the table, with her legs spread wide. 

Florence asked Gordon to place some strawberries on Alteisha's cunt and cover them with whipped cream. When Gordon completed his task, Florence invited Mistress Lynette to sit in front of the slave and eat her dessert. "How innovative!" exclaimed Lynette, greedily devouring the strawberries and whipped cream, while simultaneously licking at Alteishas' clit. The Slave was obviously aroused and began to squirm each time Mistress Lynette's tongue caressed her clit. 




Castleton Ch. 11



Mistress's Lira and Darla began to knead Alteisha's nipples with their thumbs and forefingers, in rhythm with Lynette's sucking of her cunt. Mistress Darla seemed to apply more force than necessary, as Florence sat at the table and watched Darla closely, to prevent any real injury to Alteisha from the vengeful Mistress. 

Florence told Gordon to stand next to her, so she could fondle his balls and cock as she enjoyed Alteisha's obvious delight. Gordon's cock stiffened rock hard, as his Mistress fondled him. She had not personally touched his genitals for nearly three weeks. Any sexual contact for him had come from Alteisha, Robert or himself, as sometimes he would be ordered to masturbate for the pleasure of his Mistress. 

He could feel the semen boiling in his balls, as Florence continued to play with his cock. Both of them watched Alteisha, explode in a gut wrenching orgasm from Mistress Lynette's tongue. Lynette stood up and wiped her mouth with a towel. Gordon applied a fresh serving of dessert on the slaves' cunt and Mistress Lira sat down to eat and resume Alteisha's sexual delight. Alteisha rewarded Mistress Lira with a delightful and powerful orgasm, as thanks for Lira's most pleasurable attentions to her cunt. 

Gordon placed additional dessert onto Alteisha, as Mistress Darla sat down and wickedly smiled at her 'victim'. Darla reached across Alteisha's body and grasped a nipple in each of her hands, while she ate her dessert'. Mistress Darla made no pretense of not hurting the spread-eagled slave, as she forcefully squeezed the nipples she held in her fingers. Similarly her 'licking' at Alteisha's cunt, was more biting and pulling of her cuntlips with her clenched teeth. There was no effort to pleasure the slave spread out before her, or herself.

Florence allowed Gordon's cock to become flaccid, as she watched Darla intently, to preclude anything too violent from happening to her slave. It was one thing to deliver pain to a slave who wanted and needed it, but quite another to administer pain hatefully, or from vengeance. Soon Alteisha was crying painfully, as Darla bit her cunt hard and pulled wickedly at her nipples. The tears were flowing freely from Alteisha, as she sobbed from the evil ministrations of Darla's teeth and fingers. 

"My turn to have dessert, Darla dear," Florence finally said to stop the torture. Darla reluctantly arose and sneered at Alteisha, then sweetly smiled at Florence, as she offered her hostess the chair. Florence waited for Gordon to serve the dessert on Alteisha's cunt. Slowly, she soothed her slave's cunt with loving strokes of her tongue. She reached for Alteisha's tits, before any of the other Mistresses could do so, to lightly rub and soothe her hurting nipples. 

Slowly, she nurtured her slave back from the extremely cruel punishment administered by Mistress Darla. Alteisha responded positively and Mistress Florence finished her dessert. She asked Gordon to clean the table and bring the instruments for the nights entertainment. "Alteisha, please help 'Gordeeva' or we shall be here all night. You know how slow 'she' can be," glad to be temporarily rescued from Mistress Darla, Alteisha hurried to the kitchen to do as her Mistress ordered.

Lynette and Lira recognized that Darla, wanted revenge from Alteisha, for not forsaking Mistress Florence, for Darla, when she first arrived. Without any visible discussion between them, the two understood that Darla was in an evil, vile mood and might deliberately injure Alteisha. She had been known to do so in the past. At Castleton, three years ago, she had whipped a female Helper so severely, that she had to be sent to a local hospital for nearly a week. 

Luckily for the Order, the chief resident and head nurse were members of the Order and the authorities did not get involved. Darla was on probation for a year, by the Grand Master, after the incident and there had not been a recurrence. Never the less, they each made mental notes to prevent any possibility of recurrence here at Florence's home. Lynette and Lira decided to go to the bathroom together asking Florence for directions. Darla seethed with anger underneath her calm exterior, yet she did not have a clue that the three other Mistresses were wise to her intentions, regarding her former Slave, Alteisha.

"Lira," whispered Lynette, after entering the bathroom, "we may have a problem brewing."

"Yes, I know. We may have to borrow a set of restraints and a gag from Florence, if Darla doesn't cool off. Be alert. She'll really hurt Alteisha, in her present state of mind," the two finished quickly and returned to the living room for the night's entertainment. Mistress Florence had placed 'Gordeeva' in restraints, spread-eagled and hanging from the chains. He still wore 'her' maids' uniform. His cock was rock hard and protruding outward from 'her' garter belt. Mistress Darla was fondling his balls with one hand and attaching clamps to his nipples with the other. Gordon's asscheeks were vulnerable to Darla, as she alternated slapping them and pulling on his cock and balls. 

She tightened the nipple clamps and elicited a groan from Gordon. Pleased with her work, Darla selected a wide leather strap, which she rubbed all over Gordon's cock, balls and asscheeks, causing him to shudder with anticipation. He was enveloped with a sense of dread, as he waited for Darla to administer the discipline he needed. Only Mistress Florence, Alteisha and occasionally Robert, had ever disciplined him. This was to be a completely new experience for him. 

He screamed as Darla's first stroke with the strap struck him full across both asscheeks at once. Without waiting for his scream to subside, Mistress Darla struck him swiftly, twice again. She paused momentarily then, brought the strap down hard upon his rock hard cock. The edge of the strap caught the rim of his cockhead amplifying the pain coursing through his genitals. 

Mistress Darla grinned as she swiftly struck him several times in succession across his ass. She ended with a massive upward blow to his balls and cock. Gordon screamed and his eyes bulged, as the pain cutting through him was unbearable. He fainted away to hang unconscious in his restraints. Darla stepped back and smiled sweetly at Mistress Florence. She handed the strap to Mistress Lynette and accepted a cool glass of wine from Alteisha, with a sneer.

Lynette kneeled in front of the semi conscious 'maid'. She took his now flaccid cock into her mouth to lick away the savage beating Mistress Darla had delivered. Slowly both Gordon and his limp cock began to respond to Mistress Lynette's soothing tongue. He opened his eyes and looked down at the Mistress sucking his cock. Slowly, her tongue moved down to his still hurting balls. She softly licked at them, taking each separately into her mouth to soothe away the hurt. Her mouth soon returned to his cock, licking and sucking his cockhead back to full hardness. 

Slowly, his pain gave way to pleasure, feeling his balls become embroiled in a desire to again spew forth his cum. As he regained his composure, he became cognizant of the pain in his nipples from the clamps squeezing them. Mistress Lira reached around to his chest and turned back the screws a half turn each, to relieve some, but not all, of the pain. Unfastening the Velcro strips she removed his maids' uniform. She rubbed the strap slowly all over his upper and lower body. Gordon realized that his ordeal was not over.

"Gordon," Mistress Florence said to him, "Mistress Lynette will continue your arousal with her tongue, while Mistress Lira continues your discipline. When Mistress Lira finishes her discipline, you may cum into Mistress Lynette's hands, clean them with your tongue and your discipline session will end. If you cum before Mistress Lira finishes, then you will lick cum from her hands and Mistress Lynette will take a turn disciplining you. Additionally, dear Gordon, I shall have to correct your behavior, for cumming without permission, and I shall be very irritated with your disobedience. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes Mistress," he gasped.

Mistress Lira looked deeply into his eyes and kissed his cheek softly. She stepped behind him and waited a few moments, while Mistress Lynette caused him to writhe from her sucking his cock. Lira brought the whip down sharply across both of his thighs. She methodically 'strapped' him firmly on his calves, thighs, ass and back. She continued to apply the strap up and down his tender body, while Mistress Lynette continued to suck his cock. 

Gordon strained to keep from cumming. The tongue licking his cockhead brought him near the brink of orgasm several times, interrupted by the sharp pain of the strap. He gritted his teeth to keep from cumming, although Mistress Lynette's expert cock sucking, kept him dangerously close to erupting. He tried to think of other things, though that was impossible to do for more than a few seconds, before the magnificent tongue brought him back to reality. 

Gordon's plight was so convoluted, that he found he was glad for Mistress Lira's whipping him, as it helped him to prevent cumming. Finally, his mind settled on thinking about Mistress Florence, how much he loved her and how he did not want to disappoint her, by cumming in disobedience. He found he could hold this thought firmly in his mind, while Mistress Lynette's mouth worked its magic on his cock and Lira's strapping continued. Florence was quietly proud of Gordon's resistance to both Mistresses Lynette and Lira's ministrations. She marveled at his ability to withstand Lynette's mouth. She had witnessed others, at Castleton, who had succumbed to Lynette's cock sucking with far less effort on her part. 

Mistress Lynette now felt challenged by Gordon's resistance and redoubled her efforts with her tongue. Obviously tired, Mistress Lira was wearing down from strapping Gordon. She had changed from her right hand to her left and back again. She was visibly weary and her blows had lost their sting. Perspiration dripped from her body. Finally, she dropped the strap, smiled at Florence and took a cool glass of wine from Alteisha's tray. 

"Gordon, you may cum now," Florence said softly. Satisfied, she smiled at Alteisha, who was also grinning, pleased at Gordon's display of endurance. Gordon erupted a huge volley of cum into Mistress Lynette's mouth. She took it full into her throat and swallowed in time to receive the next volley, as Gordon's cock spewed great quantities of semen, into the eagerly waiting mouth. 

Mistress Florence clasped her hands together; obviously thrilled that Mistress Lynette chose to accept and swallow the slave's cum. It was a show of respect and admiration for his discipline, ability to endure and absolute devotion to his Mistress. "Release him, Alteisha," Florence commanded. Her primary slave released Gordon's legs and wrists from their restraints. He put his arm over her shoulder to help lower him gently to the floor. Gordon gazed into Alteisha's eyes and she smiled at him. Just then he realized how much Alteisha cared for him as a friend and companion. He smiled back, laid his head on the thick carpet and sighed deeply.

Alteisha took a deep breath and walked to the center of the room. She attached the restraints to her widely spread legs, then to her wrists and stood awaiting her Mistress's pleasure. Mistress Darla moved quickly to pull the chains taut. She selected a wickedly firm, thin, long, braided leather whip and approached her victim. Alteisha trembled as she could sense the evil in Mistress Darla's heart. She could not comprehend why Darla felt as she did. It was Darla's choice to give her to Mistress Florence. Alteisha had no voice in the transaction. 

Florence had allowed her to decide to return to Mistress Darla if she so desired. Darla seemed genuinely pleased that she was rid of Alteisha. The tall bronze slave steeled herself to receive a severe discipline session from Mistress Darla. Her former Mistress flailed the air with the whip, creating a singing sound that only the whip can make. Alteisha looked quickly toward her Mistress Florence, then closed her eyes and waited.

Darla's first cut struck Alteisha flush across the tits. She screamed in pain. The second blow was delivered with increased force upward to the bottom of her tits, forcing another piercing scream from the slave. Alteisha gritted her teeth and resolved not to make any sound, thus deny Darla enjoyment. Her resolve quickly withered away when the next blow struck upward on her cunt. She screamed and sobbed as Darla struck her twice more on the cunt and clit. Alteisha hung from the chains while Mistress Darla struck savagely at her ass, thighs and back. 

Deep purple welts rose swiftly from the ferocious beating she was receiving. Darla gave her no relief, no pausing ever so slightly, to let her catch her breath and no quarter in her barbarous attack on Alteisha's flesh. Mistress Darla braced herself with a wide stance, to increase her leverage and ferociously hit Alteisha across her tits, breaking the skin, causing blood to flow. Darla's next vicious stroke was again delivered to Alteisha's tits, cutting a tear in a nipple, which bled immediately. 

"Enough!" shouted Florence, as she grabbed Darla's arm and relieved her of the whip.

"What are you doing?" screamed Darla, "how dare you, stop me! You whore!"

"It's over, Darla," said Lynette, "you don't want to repeat what happened in the past."

"Get your wraps. We're leaving now!" Lira stated. "Florence, I'm sorry this happened. We were looking forward to a pleasant and delightful visit, but that's been compromised now. Thank you for your hospitality, Florence. You're fortunate to have slaves like Alteisha and Gordon," she put on her coat, hugged Florence and ushered Lynette and Darla out of the house. She made sure Darla was in the car, then came back to Florence and whispered in her ear as she kissed her. "The Grand Master will hear of this," she returned to the car and the three of them drove away.

While Florence was seeing the visitors to their car, Gordon quickly released Alteisha and laid her on the living room floor. He bathed her open welts and cuts with disinfectant and comforted his friend and fellow slave. "Thank you, Gordon," Alteisha told him through her sobs. Mistress Florence came in and told Gordon to lift her in his arms to carry her up to Florence's bedroom. 

"Alteisha, I'm going to call our doctor to come look at you," Florence told her.

"No, Mistress, please wait. I don't think I'm hurt that bad," she replied. "Just let me rest awhile, please Mistress," then, gratefully, she said, "Thank you for stopping her, Mistress."

"Of course, sweetheart, but I don't want you to tough this out because you're afraid we'll be found out. We do have a Member physician, that I can call, who will come here. You don't have to go to his office or anything," Florence said.

"No, it's not that. It's that I want to be here, with you two. I care so much for both of you," Alteisha confided. She paused to catch her breath, looking lovingly at Gordon, "Mistress, how about, Gordon? Wasn't he magnificent? I was so proud of him."

"Yes, Alteisha, you're right. He was truly magnificent tonight. I'm proud of you and Gordon," Florence said to both of them. "Gordon will bandage your open wounds, Alteisha, and then I want you to try to sleep. I'll turn on the intercom and you call out to us if you need anything. Do you hear me, sweet slave?"

"Yes, thank you Mistress," Alteisha whispered to Florence.

Later that evening, Florence invited Gordon to share a nightcap and some conversation. Alteisha was sleeping peacefully. The two of them talked about how the evening had turned negative. Gordon told his Mistress that he was glad she stopped Mistress Darla when she did, because he had decided to rebel and stop her himself. "Mercy is never a rebellious action, Gordon. I'm happy you care that much about both Alteisha and me," Florence told him. "Tonight, Gordon, I want to relive that night we met at the hotel. I don't want to dominate anyone, tonight. I just want to make love and be loved in return. Will you sleep with me tonight, dear Gordon?" he took Florence in his arms, kissed her and carried her up to his bedroom.

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Castleton Ch. 12



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Weeks passed, and the residents at Mistress Florence's home had put the episode with Darla behind them. Life was normal again, that is, normal for life at Mistress Florence's household. Alteisha had healed without scarring. Florence was beginning to receive huge amounts of money from sales of her software. Gordon had quit his job to become Mistress Florence's personal financial manager. Life was good. 

Florence continued to dominate both Alteisha and Gordon. The corrective and discipline sessions were held regularly. Mistress Florence had decreed that both Alteisha and Gordon should remain naked throughout the day and night, unless of course, they were going out, or there were visitors in the house. Florence wore one of several Dominatrix outfits in the house and the usual business clothes while working. Robes were strategically placed at both the front and rear entrances of the house, to be quickly available if needed. 

One Saturday, Florence, sent both of her Slaves to shop and run some errands. Alone in the house, she performed some household chores usually done by her Slaves. The doorbell rang and Florence reached for a robe to put on, and answered the door. She opened the door to see a very pretty red headed woman standing on her porch. "Yes?" Florence asked. 

"Hello, I'm…ah…is Gordon…ah…does Gordon Phillips live here?"

"Who wants to know?" Florence answered, with her own question.

"I'm Maureen…Maureen Thompson. I was Gordon's secretary when he worked for the brokerage."

"Oh, well, do come in," Florence told her, "I'm Florence, Gordon's friend and current employer." Maureen entered and was shown into the living room where both women sat down. "Maureen, can I get you anything, coffee or tea?" 

"No, thank you. I just stopped by to see Gordon. No one has seen him since he resigned to work for you. I just wanted to see how he was doing," Maureen replied smiling. Florence told her that Gordon was just fine, that he had an office here at the house, where he managed her good fortune. She told Maureen that he had gone downtown, on business, but would be coming back soon. Florence asked Maureen to stay and wait for his return, but she declined saying that she had other commitments. Maureen gave Florence her home telephone number and told her to please ask Gordon to call her, if he wanted. With that Maureen rose to leave, Florence showed her to the door and thanked her for stopping by. She said she would tell Gordon that she had come to visit him.

When Gordon and Alteisha returned, Florence told him about Maureen's visit and gave him her phone number. Maureen, Gordon told them, was pretty much a loner who rarely participated in office functions, or discussed her personal life with others. Gordon had been one of the few, at the firm, to engage in dialogue with her, and that was mostly small talk. Alteisha came into the room in time to hear the last of the discussion. She winked at her Mistress as she teased Gordon. "Why don't you convince her to join us here as the maid, and you can become the butler," the three of them laughed heartily at Alteisha's quip. 

"You know, Maureen may just need our sort of freedom and release, from the normal daily existence," said Florence to her slaves. "She seemed as though she could use friends and companions, not to mention some relief from her obvious tensions. You may have hit on a truthful solution to both Maureen's and our problems, Alteisha. Since my security software sales have hit the big time, none of us have had the time to adequately perform our household and work requirements," Florence explained. "Gordon, perhaps you should get to know Maureen better. It could be that our lifestyle might be just what she is looking for."

"Yes, Mistress, but perhaps that might give Maureen false hopes that I may be interested in her," replied Gordon.

"I understand, but who knows, you might just find yourself attracted to her," Florence teased him.

"Respectfully, no, Mistress. I only love you and Alteisha!" he said emphatically.

"Thank you Gordon, but I still want you to get in touch with her today. Spend some time with her. Determine if we should recruit her into our home and lifestyle," Florence commanded. Gordon nodded, accepted Maureen's telephone number from his Mistress and said he would call her after lunch.

Maureen's phone at rang just as she was entering her apartment. She lifted the phone from its cradle and said hello. "Maureen? It's Gordon Phillips."

"Oh, hello."

"Sorry I was out. Florence, my employer, told me about your visit. What can I do for you?" 

"Oh nothing specific, I just wondered how you were doing in your new job." 

"Maureen, since I missed you this morning, could we perhaps have dinner tonight and talk about old times and trade 'lies' about my prior co-workers?" Gordon asked.

"Dinner? Yes, that would be fine. I'd like that very much," she replied. 

"Great. I'll pick you up at seven o'clock. I have your address from the office Christmas list. See you then."

Maureen striped to shower for her date. She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Most would consider her figure beautiful. Firm average size breasts, with large areolas and protruding nipples. She had lovely body with great legs, and a nicely shaped ass. She kept gazing at her body, as she prepared to shower. The thick red hair at her cunt needed some trimming. She attended to that task, shaved her legs and under arms. 

Gordon arrived promptly at seven and they drove off to their dinner date. The evening progressed nicely for both of them. The conversation drifted toward Maureen's background and life in general. Maureen said that she was nearly alone in the world, except for a few very distant cousins who she had never met. Her parents passed away early in her life. She was raised by her aunt, and now, was alone. They finished their wine, Gordon paid the check and they walked to the car. He pulled into her driveway and stopped the car. "Maureen," he said with a smile, "I hope you enjoyed this evening as much as I have."

"Oh yes, Gordon. I can't remember a dinner date that I enjoyed more than tonight," she replied with a grin. "Gordon, would you like to come in for some coffee?" she asked.

"Yes, that would be great," he replied. In her apartment, Gordon and Maureen relaxed as they waited for the coffee to brew. Gordon saw a bookcase full of books and browsed through the titles. He came across a familiar book entitled 'The Story of O'. He took it from the bookcase and held it in his hands. "I've read this too," he told her. 

"I found it a bit daring," Maureen said "but, to be honest, it was different and exiting." He smiled to himself as he probed further.

"You're right, it was exciting."

"I guess there are people who live that way," said Maureen. Gordon realized that Maureen opened up more than he had expected, but the discussion was going in the direction he wanted to explore further. 

"Believe me, Maureen, there are people who not only live that way, but enjoy it and need it," he answered. "I guess it truly excites them. What excited you about the 'Story of O', Maureen?" Gordon asked.

Maureen swallowed hard and began to pour the coffee then said, "I wondered if it really was fun to be spanked."

"Spanked? But there was more involved than just spanking with 'O's adventures," he stated.

"Yes I know, but it started with spanking and it finally led to other torments and sexual involvement," she said with some hesitation. He decided to probe further.

"I guess spanking could be fun," Gordon said, raising his eyebrows to soften the impact of the words. 

"Well, she thought so…I mean 'O' enjoyed that lifestyle and, though I don't think I'm kinky, it was exciting to read the story."

"Don't let me put words in your mouth, Maureen, but are you saying that the spanking and whipping passages in 'The Story of O', excited you?" asked Gordon.

"Well, yes. That was the point of the story I think…I mean, that was what was supposed to excite the reader. Don't you think?" Maureen responded.

"Yes. That's the part that excited me too, when I read it," Gordon said, looking intently at Maureen for a sign. "Well, I guess that's what was intended by the author," he looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Wow, it's eleven thirty already. I have to get up early, to work on some things for Florence," he finished his coffee, stood up and walked to the door. "Maureen, thank you for a great evening. I would really like to see you again if you don't mind."

"Yes, I had a lot of fun too, Gordon. I think it would be great to see you again. Please call me again, soon," Maureen replied. Gordon nodded agreement, smiled at her and left. 

Mistress Florence, Alteisha and Gordon had breakfast together to discuss Gordon's date with Maureen. They discussed in depth Maureen's interest in the 'Story of O', and how that might open up the avenue to recruit her. Alteisha suggested that Gordon should concentrate on the character 'Justine' and her female friend, with which she had a lesbian encounter, as well as Justine's submissiveness. Florence concurred and said Gordon should bring Maureen home, some evening, so she could influence Maureen, from a woman's point of view. She added that she thought the 'woman on woman' approach had worked best in other similar situations. They finished breakfast with Gordon being directed to ask Maureen for another date. If he thought Maureen was close to the edge in submitting to being spanked, he should suggest that they have a nightcap at Gordon's house. If all worked out, Maureen might eventually become Mistress Florence's new maid and hopefully her female Slave too.

Maureen decided to let time take its course and if he called again, that would be great, if not, nothing ventured…nothing gained. She decided to curl up with a book and a glass of wine. She poured some white wine into a glass and mused over which book to select. Her gaze came to rest on 'The Story of O'. Remembering her conversation with Gordon about this book, she decided to look at it again. Maureen decided to go directly to the 'juicy' passages that she and Gordon had discussed. As she read, she became aroused at the adventures of the heroine and her friends. During a passage where O's Master offered her to total strangers, Maureen could feel her pussy become very moist. 

Her arousal awakened deep desires within her and she slipped her hand down into her panties. She parted her cuntlips with her finger and quickly found her wet clitoris. Maureen rubbed it lightly, feeling her senses welling toward a heightened state of sexual awareness. Her orgasm began to boil deep within her cunt and was building toward release. She stopped momentarily to let the feeling subside a little then, began masturbating again. Maureen used a start and stop method of masturbating, to allow herself the maximum pleasure. Sometimes, she would hold off cumming for hours, then explode in a mind numbing orgasm that usually left her breathless, exhausted and ready to sleep. She continued playing with herself for nearly an hour and a half. Maureen was rapidly rushing toward orgasm, when the phone rang interrupting her. Maureen stopped masturbating, sighed deeply and answered the phone. It was Gordon.

"Hello, Maureen?"

"Yes, Hi Gordon, how are you," she said as she wiped her sopping wet cunt with a tissue.

"I've been busy with Florence's finances," he replied. He explained that he called to ask if she might like to go out for dinner or a drink. 

Maureen was happy he had called. She told him that she had eaten, but drinks and some conversation would be wonderful. They arranged for Gordon to pick her up at eight o'clock for cocktails and agreed to dress casually. Maureen selected a risqué, for her, mini skirt with a revealing top that displayed a lot more cleavage than she normally would show. When he picked her up, Gordon commented on how great she looked. They drove off to a lounge near his home. The lounge was dark, with candlelight booths. Just right for private conversation and drinks, away from prying eyes. They selected a booth near the rear of the lounge, dimly lit by candlelight from a fishbowl lantern. Gordon ordered a bottle of wine. Maureen sipped the wine and told Gordon that she had been re-reading 'The Story of O', when he called.

"Wonderful, Maureen, did you find it exciting again?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes…I did. I got aroused just reading some of those passages again," she confided to him with a blush that he did not see because of the lighting. 

Gordon breathed deeply and asked softly, "What parts did you read?"

"When O first went to the estate with her boyfriend," she replied without looking him in the eyes. Her arousal began to stir within her again. Her panties were becoming damp from her juices that had not fully subsided from her masturbating. "I really got horny, when O was spanked, and stuff, by her boyfriend's, friends."

"That part was steamy," he said, continuing the discussion. "Maureen become more aroused as they talked, and her juices continued to ooze within her cunt. She decided to be bold and enlist Gordon in her desire to live out a spanking fantasy.

"Gordon," she began, speaking in measured words, "please don't think of me as cheap or sleazy, but I really get excited about the kind of lifestyle O was involved in," she swallowed hard and proceeded slowly. "I would like to try what she did. I want you to…to…to spank me," she stammered. Now it was Gordon's turn to swallow hard and speak with deliberate words.

"Well, yes I could do that, but in the book O was 'initiated' into the lifestyle by others, as her lover watched her, didn't she?" he asked her, looking for some sign that she would concede the point. Maureen looked down at her wineglass and slowly replied.

"Yes, she did, but I…I don't know how…how we could do that, do you?" Maureen was really aroused now. She thought she might cum, just from the thought of really being sexually spanked. She controlled her urges, waiting for Gordon to respond.

"Well, let's go to my house and think about how we might go about doing this properly, O.K.?" he said hoping she would agree. 

"Isn't Florence and her friend there?" Maureen asked.

"Yes, but they are interested in each other, mostly, and would not care what we did," he said with his fingers crossed.

"If you don't think they would mind if we were there, I guess we could go," Maureen agreed. Gordon quickly paid the check and led Maureen to his car. As they drove the short distance to Gordon's home, he told her that his room was in the rear of the house and was nearly soundproof. Maureen's heart was beating rapidly as they pulled into the driveway. She had some second thoughts, but quickly put them out of her mind. She was committed to this evening's activity and did not want anything ruining it. Gordon walked her to the door and they entered. Maureen's heart was racing. She could feel it pounding in her chest, and could feel her cunt throbbing as they walked into the living room. 

As Gordon took her toward the stairs, Florence called out to them. "Hello, Maureen, isn't it?" Florence asked. Maureen blushed and swallowed hard, as she turned to greet Florence, who was dressed in her red satin robe, bound tightly at the waist. 

"Yes. Gordon was going to show me his room," she blurted out.

Florence smiled and said. "Of course." Gordon looked at his Mistress and then at Maureen, before stating their purpose for being there.

"Florence," he stated calmly, using his Mistress's first name to calm Maureen, "We are here for more than just seeing my room. Both Maureen and I have been reading and discussing 'The Story of O', and we thought we might try some of the bondage and light S & M that O experienced," he paused for effect then continued, "if you don't want us to…if you prefer that we go elsewhere, we understand."

"No, no, I don't mean to discourage you at all. I would encourage you to do whatever you both like, however, didn't O have someone else initiate her, while her friend watched?" Florence asked as though trying to understand what was happening.

"Yes," replied Maureen, "but there are only two of us, and we were going to try to experience O's activity ourselves."

"Why don't you let me help?" Florence replied, "I could introduce you to light S & M while Gordon watches, if you like." Maureen did not know what to say. Her purpose for being here was exposed. She was lost for a reply to a woman, that she barely knew, that had offered to spank her for Gordon's and her enjoyment. Gordon saw an opportunity and grasped it.

"Maureen that would be perfect! It would be just like O's experience. Let's do it. What do you say?" he asked her. Maureen was too aroused to refuse. She could feel her panties becoming wetter, and she wanted to cum so badly, she would agree to anything. 

"All right…I…I want to," she said, as she resigned herself to Florence's participation.

"Wonderful, Maureen," said Florence. "Gordon, you take a seat in that large chair and leave Maureen's initiation to me," she hugged Maureen and told her that her fantasy would be fulfilled, and she would love it. Florence sat down on a straight padded chair and asked Maureen to remove her skirt and top. Maureen sighed and slowly unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Both Florence and Gordon could see that her panties were wet. She pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the floor on the skirt. She stood, clad only in her bra and panties. Florence remarked how beautiful Maureen's body was and she should be very proud to look that good. Next, Florence asked Maureen to remove her bra. The young woman meekly complied, revealing her magnificent tits. Florence felt a tinge of pulsing in her cunt, as she viewed the firm tits and rock hard nipples thrusting out from them. 

"Come closer, Maureen," said Florence, as she examined her exposed tits with her hands. She rubbed the nipples very lightly and was secretly pleased as Maureen trembled slightly at her touch. Florence hooked her thumbs into Maureen's string panties, pulled them down and off her feet. Her pussy, covered with curly red hair, was not fully visible beneath her pubic bush. "How beautiful you are, Maureen," said Florence as she turned her around to look at her well-shaped firm asscheeks. She ran her hands over the cheeks and kneaded the pretty mounds with her fingers. Florence smiled at her young 'victim' and stood up to hug her.

"Alteisha," called Florence and her slave entered the room, naked except for her collar. "My robe please," Alteisha nodded and helped her Mistress remove her robe, revealing her naked body, with her tits and cunt fully exposed for all to see. "Maureen, this is Alteisha. She is my sex slave. I am her Mistress, and she is devoted to obeying my every order. Please don't worry Alteisha will only do what I tell her. You have nothing to fear," Florence told her as she took Maureen by the hand and led her back to her chair. Florence sat down and pulled Maureen's naked body across her lap with her stomach on Florence's thighs and her legs hanging down barely touching the floor.

Florence placed her left arm under Maureen's abdomen, with her left hand palm up, under Maureen's cunt. Maureen trembled, as Florence's index finger parted her cuntlips, without touching or rubbing Maureen's clit. "Maureen, I will give you twenty strokes. Five on each ass cheek then, I'll pause, and give you five more on the other cheek. I'll repeat the spanking until you receive the full twenty strokes. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ms Florence, I understand," Maureen replied with some hesitation.




Castleton Ch. 12



"Good. If you feel like cumming, please do, and feel free to cum as often as you like, or can," Florence told her. "Alteisha will hold your wrists, to make sure you don't slip off my lap and hurt yourself. When you receive the first few strokes and are comfortable, Alteisha will let go of your wrists," she paused for effect then, added, "I'm so glad you agreed to let me spank you. If you don't enjoy it, you don't have to do it again, but you will endure the twenty strokes then, I'll let you up," Maureen nodded, as she trembled from anticipation. Gordon, in the meantime, unseen by Maureen, had removed his clothes and stood wearing only his panties, garter belt, net stockings, nylon net cock and ball restraint, the butt plug and his Slave collar. 

Alteisha gently grasped Maureen's wrists, as Florence delivered a hard slap on Maureen's left ass cheek. She bucked and bit her lip from the hurt. The next stroke fell solidly on the outline of the first, causing Maureen to feel the heat of the slap. She also felt the juices flowing within her cunt and felt Florence's fingertip rub against her clit, causing her to shudder. Her ass cheek was turning a deep crimson as Florence continued the strokes, striking her harder each time. Maureen felt the burning and stinging of her flesh, but she also felt the rising tide of orgasm boiling in her loins. Florence flicked her fingertip several times over Maureen's clit, as she hammered home the fifth blow to her left ass cheek. The combination caused Maureen to erupt in a satisfying orgasm that left her trembling on Florence's lap.

"That was a lovely cum, Maureen," said Florence, as she rubbed the hurt from Maureen's burning ass cheek. "Did you like that, dear?"

"Yes," sighed Maureen, as she prepared herself for the next series of strokes. She did not have to wait long. Florence brought her palm down hard on the girls right ass cheek, eliciting a whimper mixed in with hard breathing. Florence nodded to Alteisha, who let go of Maureen's wrists, and lay down underneath to softly rub Maureen's nipples, while her Mistress continued the spanking. The strokes were applied in a measured and deliberate manner. Alteisha rubbed Maureen's nipples in rhythm with the strokes, heightening Maureen's pleasure while she endured the pain. Florence increased the rhythm of her fingertip on the girl's clit, as she delivered the ninth stroke and extracted another, more powerful orgasm from Maureen. She came again, as the tenth blow fell full upon her crimson ass cheek. She shuddered through two hard successive orgasms. Rubbing her nipples caused her to cum again, as Florence moved her fingertip expertly against her clit.

Again Florence slowly rubbed the hot red flesh of Maureen's ass, as she prepared to deliver the next five strokes to her left cheek again. "You're doing just great, Maureen," Florence told her, "Don't you just love cumming, while your asscheeks burn and hurt so good?"

"Oh yes, I love it. I love the burning feeling, my nipples and your fingers. I love it all!" Maureen exclaimed.

"Your ass looks so lovely glowing red and trembling, as it aches for me to continue," Florence said, delivering the eleventh stroke to her left ass cheek. A nod to Alteisha caused her to take one of Maureen's hard nipples into her mouth, while continuing to rub the other nipple with her fingers. She sucked and licked the nipples, alternating from one nipple to the other, as her Mistress continued the slow spanking. Maureen quivered and came hard again, realizing that a woman was suckling her breasts and that she had crossed over to bisexual sex. Alteisha's sucking her nipples enhanced the pleasure of her orgasm and she came again before she could fully catch her breath. Her cunt juices were flowing freely over the insides of her thighs, pouring copiously on Florence's thighs as well. The fifteenth stroke was especially fiercely delivered, causing her to vault up from Florence's lap cumming again, settling onto the fingertip rubbing her clit. 

Maureen's ass was a fiery red and her flesh burned, as Florence rubbed it. Her cunt was completely wet and the juices continued to drench the lap of her tormentor. Florence drew her hand across her wet thigh then rubbed the cunt juice over Maureen's red stinging flesh. Maureen felt momentarily soothed by the wetness on her sore ass, but it was short lived, as her right ass cheek seared with the callous application of the sixteenth blow. The mutual stimulation of her cunt, ass, and nipples was more than Maureen could stand, and she exploded in a mind numbing orgasm concurrent with the eighteenth stroke. She continued cumming, while Florence laid the last two blows very hard on the glowing red flesh of her ass. Alteisha bit the nipple in her mouth and squeezed the other nipple hard, between her thumb and forefinger. Maureen bit her lip to squelch a scream, and stoically withstood this last assault on her ass and tits. 

"That was marvelous, Maureen," said Florence, as she moved her off of her lap leaving Maureen on all fours. "I'm so proud of you, darling, you received your pleasure, and your pain, so deliciously. We're all proud of you, aren't we?" directing the question to both Alteisha and Gordon. Maureen, still naked and on all fours, looked around to see Gordon in his women's underwear, collar, cock and balls net and butt plug. Florence saw the quizzical look on Maureen's face and she motioned Gordon to come kneel next to his Mistress. "Maureen, Gordon is also my sex slave and my 'maid'. He serves Alteisha and me as our maid, because we have no female slave, at a low enough level, to fill that role. He too, is devoted to worshipping my body and my every need or whim." Maureen listened intently to Florence, but was relieved to learn that Gordon too was involved in this type of sexual behavior. "Gordon, please lick Maureen's juices from my thighs," Florence commanded. Gordon immediately fell to his task, while Maureen watched him with a curious smile on her face. 

Maureen was close to Florence as Gordon cleansed his Mistress and she could smell her musk emanating from her cunt. "Come closer, Maureen," Florence said. The young woman crawled to her, and Florence spread her thighs exposing her steaming cunt. Speaking in a deliberate and measured tone, Florence asked Maureen to place her mouth over her cunt. As though she was mesmerized by the words, Maureen obeyed, "Now lick and suck at my cunt and clit, darling." 

Maureen could not believe what she was doing, but was too aroused to complain or stop. Although she had fantasized about sex with another woman, it had always been only a fantasy to her. Yet here it was, becoming true. As she sucked, she saw Florence undo the cord holding Gordon's cock and ball restraint. His cock immediately sprang upright in a raging hard-on. Florence clasped her hand behind Maureen's head to hold it against her cunt, as she came hard from the tongue flicking at her clit. His Mistress motioned to Gordon. He moved behind Maureen and placed the tip of his cock between Maureen's cunt lips. Slowly, Gordon pushed his massive cock into the tight cunt. It was obvious to Gordon, that Maureen had not been fucked too often, as the walls of her pussy seemed to have to be forced apart, as his cock pursued its upward and forward motion. Maureen gasped wide-eyed as the massive shaft proceeded to impale her, while she continued sucking Florence's cunt, "Do you like his cock, Maureen?" Florence asked. Maureen nodded as she continued licking Florence's cunt. 

"Don't worry, dear, he won't cum inside you, because I haven't given him permission to cum. You may not understand, but I control both Alteishas' and Gordon's orgasms. They can only cum if I agree and permit them to do so. If they violate my command, and disobey me, they will be disciplined, or punished, for their indiscretions." Maureen could not reply because Florence still clasped her head to her cunt. Florence came again simultaneously with Maureen, as she came from Gordon's rock hard cock thrusting in and out of her cunt. The orgasm was so powerful that Maureen's legs failed her and she fell to the floor, forcibly withdrawing Gordon's cock, leaving it throbbing and sticking out proudly.

"Mistress, please?" pleaded Alteisha to her Mistress. Florence nodded agreement and Alteisha quickly moved to Gordon on her hands and knees. She stopped with her ass facing Gordon, reached between her legs to grasp his cock, and guided it into her quivering wet cunt. Gordon began to thrust deeply into Alteisha and she met his thrusts with backward thrusts of her own. Maureen watched the two slaves fucking hard for their Mistress's enjoyment, as neither of them knew if their Mistress would allow them to cum. She watched, as Florence amused herself as she looked at Alteisha and Gordon fucking breathlessly. They were looking to their Mistress for any sign that they might be allowed to cum. Florence took Maureen by the hand and led her to the couch where they sat and watched the slaves fuck, while their eyes implored Florence to let them cum. 

"I dearly love to watch them fuck," said Florence to Maureen, holding the naked woman tightly against her. "Gordon wants to cum so bad, that he is straining to prevent it. If he cums, I will have Alteisha thrash his ass until he can barely sit. If he cums you may stay and watch him take his punishment, if you want," Maureen nodded, as she watched transfixed at the two slaves fucking. They gasped and strained as they fucked. Florence arose and walked behind Gordon. She retrieved a small leather paddle from her belt and swatted Gordon's balls causing him to scream and shudder as he continued to fuck. "Come here, dear," she called to Maureen, "you may swat him too. It hurts him I know, but not nearly as much as the whipping he will get if he cums. Also, the swat prevents him from cumming, so that we may enjoy his fucking Alteisha, all the more." Maureen took the paddle and swatted Gordon's balls a bit harder than Florence did. He nearly collapsed, as he buckled over from the pain, but he continued fucking.

"Alteisha, you may cum only when you truly cannot hold it back any more, but no cheating!" Florence said, leading Maureen back to the couch to resume embracing her. "Poor Gordon. You may not cum, Gordon, because I don't want you to." She smiled at Maureen, kissed her on the cheek and rose to get them each a cool glass of Blush wine. "He hasn't cum in nearly two weeks and there's no need to start now. I may let him cum later, or perhaps tomorrow. I don't know, it doesn't matter I like to watch him suffer, don't you Maureen?"

"I guess so," she responded, "I never thought about it before."

"Think about it this way, Maureen. How many times did men fuck you, cum before you did, then let you suffer, as they rolled over to go to sleep, while you either got frustrated, or masturbated, or both," she smiled, "This lets him know what it's like, plus, it's fun to watch him," Florence laughed as Maureen giggled slightly and they continued to watch the slaves fuck. Alteisha stiffened as she fucked and struggled hard to prevent orgasm. She fought against the urge and she was sweating profusely, her face grimaced in her battle with nature. Suddenly Alteisha screamed and bucked, as she exploded in a shattering series of intense orgasms. 

Gordon continued to thrust even more deeply, as she was in the throes of multiple orgasms. His face was distorted in a weird grimace. He restrained himself while Alteisha screamed her satisfaction and relief. Florence laughed with pleasure at Gordon's discomfort and agony. Finally, Alteisha quit cumming and fell to the floor, detaching herself from Gordon's cock. Gordon's seemed as though he would burst into tears as his hand, trembling, reached out for his cock, as though he would masturbate, but he sighed despondently and sat back on his haunches breathing heavily. Florence applauded the slaves' performance and smiled as she exclaimed. "That was wonderful! I'm proud of both of you. Now let's get dressed and go to the sitting room for a drink. 'Gordeeva' drinks for all of us. Even you," she led Maureen to the sitting room as Alteisha arose from the floor, gathered the clothes and followed her Mistress and guest. Florence and Alteisha put on their robes. Maureen picked up her panties and started to put the on. 

"No, Maureen," said Florence, "leave your panties and bra off. Never wear them here again, if you decide to return. They're unnecessary, and only delay our pleasure, dear." Gordon, still naked and displaying a massive throbbing hard-on, entered carrying a tray of cocktails. "Now then, Gordon, please call a taxi for Maureen and pay the driver well to see she gets home safely." Gordon set out to call the cab while the three women talked and finished their drinks. Soon the taxi arrived and Maureen said her good-byes, kissed Gordon goodnight and left. Florence kissed Gordon and congratulated him on a job well done. He cleaned up after the activity in the living room and then went to bed.

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Castleton Ch. 13



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Two weeks had passed since Maureen's introduction to spanking and group sex. She had spent the time thinking about her experience, spanked by a Dominatrix, fondled by a female Slave, an oral lesbian sexual experience and fucked by a male Slave. She fondly recalled the multiple orgasms she experienced, but was ambivalent about repeating the experience. Inwardly, she wanted to go back to Florence's home, but harbored uncertainties about falling into that lifestyle. The morning after, she was sure that it had been just a lark that she would put behind her, and go on with her life. As the days passed, Maureen kept thinking of the wonderful experience she had enjoyed, and she caught herself wondering if she could do it just one more time. Neither Florence nor Gordon had called her. She had told them that she would call if she wanted to repeat the spanking and other sexual activity. So far they had respected her decision. Maureen knew, in her heart of hearts, that she must call Florence and at least talk with her. 

Today was Friday, just as it had been two weeks ago. She found herself clock watching at work. Time passed so slowly, when one wanted it to hurry. She wondered if she should call Florence, but did not do so. Perhaps before work was over, in two hours, she could decide what to do. As she thought about her experience with Florence she could feel her cunt becoming moist. She went to the bathroom, to dry herself, when she ran into her boss. He asked her if she had met Gordon's boss and she told him she had. He replied that he had called Florence's office, telling them he had a financial proposal for Florence. He asked if Maureen would mind taking it to Florence, at her office. Maureen knew that her boss wanted Florence to invest, some of her new wealth with the brokerage firm. Maureen agreed to take the package. 

She drove to Florence's office and parked in the basement parking lot. On the elevator ride to the eighth floor she decided to see Florence. The car stopped and the doors opened at the eighth floor. Maureen walked into Florence's office and stopped at the receptionist's desk to drop off the package. "Hello, I have a package for Florence…"

"Oh," interrupted the receptionist, "are you Maureen?" she asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Florence asked that you go back to her office when you arrived. Come this way please." The receptionist led Maureen down a long hall, to a secretary sitting outside of an obvious executive office.

"Hi, you must be Maureen. Florence is waiting for you, please go right in," the secretary said. Maureen smiled, opened the door to Florence's office and entered. Florence was sitting behind a large desk in a very large office. She rose to meet Maureen, giving her a hug as they came together. The secretary left them, closing the door behind her.

"Hello, Maureen, I'm so glad to see you. Come over to the settee and have some coffee, or a soft drink, with me, O.K.?" Maureen smiled and nodded as the two women sat down. Florence took the package and put it on her desk, then poured Maureen some coffee and a cup for herself. "Please don't let this be awkward for either of us, Maureen. I've thought about you often, since you visited us at my home."

"I thought a lot about you too, Miss Florence," said Maureen. Florence smiled to herself and was happy to hear Maureen refer to her as 'Miss Florence'. It could mean that the young woman might be leaning toward their lifestyle.

" I was hoping you would call either me, or Gordon. I'm so glad you agreed to bring me the financial package," Florence told her. Maureen sipped her coffee and chatted about being glad to get out of the office early on a Friday afternoon. She asked about how Alteisha and Gordon were getting on. "They're fine. Believe it or not, I've still not allowed Gordon any relief. He takes it well, but I know he's hurting," she laughed and Maureen grinned at the thought. "But enough about those two. How about you, what have you been doing?" she asked.

Maureen took a deep breath and said, "I've been thinking a lot. I'm undecided about what to do. I really had a wonderful time, but I'm a little unsure about the future," she paused and thought deeply about her next comment, "I would like to visit again, but I don't want to give you, and the others, any false signals that I might join you, because I'm really not sure, Miss Florence."

"Maureen, I appreciate your candor and I don't want you to take anything lightly, especially something as radical as a change to this lifestyle. After all, I understand that this lifestyle isn't for everyone. You need to be sure," she stated emphatically, "But please don't feel that you can't just come and visit, or join in the activities if you like. Perhaps that may help you to decide," Florence continued, "Maureen, to fully be a part of 'our way of life' there some rules, a regimen if you will, that you should know. These are the same 'rules' that I disclosed to Gordon before he came to live with us." Maureen nodded that she would like to learn the 'rules' so she could better decide her future. 

"I'm sure you do, Maureen. Let me outline what I'm telling you. First, you must agree to submit and obey my every command, 

"Second, you will suffer the whip, and other delicious torments, for even minor infractions. Some of those sessions will be very, very painful, but also very pleasurable. Sometimes you will be whipped solely for my amusement. Other times I may enjoy humiliating you for my pleasure, or my friend's pleasure. I will control all your actions, 

"Third, you may not speak unless given permission. You must have permission to do anything, even to go to the bathroom, 

"Fourth, you may not ever cum without permission from me, even when you are alone, traveling, fucking, being sucked, fondled or being sexually tormented, 

"Fifth, you will also be subservient to Alteisha and Gordon and you will obey them completely, especially Alteisha, in the event of my absence, or for any reason. You may not refuse any request or direction from either of them no matter how much you may disagree, 

"Sixth, you will serve all three of us living at my home, perform all household chores, cook and serve all meals, dress as I demand, or be naked if I so please, 

"Seventh, if I choose, you will entertain us, our friends and any one else, to whom I may loan or rent you,

"One last rule, with which you are not yet familiar. Semen must never be wasted. No ones semen must never, be wasted. Semen must be swallowed, either by you, or someone else involved in our activity. Finally, you must understand that this means, Maureen, that you will belong to me and be my female Slave and maid," Florence explained, and Maureen nodded her understanding.

"Maureen why don't you think about what I've just told you. Come visit us again, to help you decide yes or no. I know it's not an easy decision," Florence smiled at Maureen and patted her on the shoulder. "If, after you dwell on your decision, and you decide to join us, I will ask you to come to my home. There, I have all of the rules incorporated in a contract that you will read aloud, so I'm sure you have completely read it then I'll ask you to sign it. If you sign, you may move in with me. If you decline, we shall always be acquaintances, and you may be a guest at my home again, from time to time." 

Maureen nodded as Florence stood up, indicating that their conversation had ended. Maureen rose and walked to the door. She paused before she opened the door and looked back at Florence. "Is the invitation to visit open now?" she asked Florence.

"Yes, Maureen, it is. Call anytime and, if we're home, we'll arrange a time. If we should be out please leave a message, and I will call you, I promise, dear," Maureen smiled, opened the door and left. Florence returned to her desk to call Alteisha and Gordon and inform them of Maureen's visit. She mused that they may yet receive a call from Maureen later this afternoon, and suggested Alteisha invite Robert to visit this evening. If Maureen decides to visit, Robert would be a very useful participant. If not, Robert was always fun to have around. Alteisha told her Mistress that all would be ready, in either event. Florence thanked her and hung up.

Florence pulled into her driveway, parked and went into the house. She gave Gordon the financial package, asked him to analyze it and advise her on what to do. Alteisha entered the room naked, except for her collar, nipple and cunt lip rings, complete with the tiny bells. She greeted, embraced and kissed her Mistress then went about her household chores. Gordon took the package, locked it in his desk, and excused himself to go put on his maid's uniform. Florence smiled at him and privately hoped that he would no longer need to be their maid, if Maureen would decide to join them. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom to shower. Alteisha knocked then entered to help bathe her Mistress. She convinced Florence to take a long hot bath instead of a shower. She drew the water then joined her in the tub. The two women soaked and scrubbed each other, enjoying several long kisses and embraces. Though they each took their time in washing each other's cunt and tits, they did not linger long enough in their bath to become seriously sexually involved.

The ladies dried each other, and Alteisha helped her Mistress dress in her leather net garment and thigh high boots. Alteisha wore only her collar, rings and bells then helped Florence put on her rings and bells. Both Ladies donned their respective robes and descended the stairs to dine. Gordon was dressed in his mini-skirted maids uniform, with all of his accouterments on his genitals and in his asshole. He had prepared a baked salmon dinner with vegetables and rice pilaf with a white wine to top off the menu. He served his Mistress and superior Slave and stood a respectable distance away, ready to serve when called. The ladies engaged in light conversation, as they ate, discussing Robert's visit later that night. Each privately hoped Maureen would call, but neither spoke of it. As they finished their wine, the doorbell chimed and Gordon went to answer. 

"Mistress, it is Miss Francis. She came by to see you for a short visit," Gordon reported. Florence rose and went to the living room to meet her friend. Francis was a close friend that was very much aware of Florence's sexual penchant, and had nearly gone to Castleton with her. She had backed out at the last minute, because she was afraid of what might happen to her. Francis enjoyed inflicting sexual torments, but did not appreciate anyone tormenting her. Florence respected her friend's position, as this lifestyle had many variations and permutations. She did not want to judge anyone.

"Hi, Francie, how nice to see you," Florence said, as she hugged her friend, "come, have some wine with us."

"Hi, I just stopped by to bring you the item we discussed," Francis told her, "the wine sounds nice, however." The two women joined Alteisha and Gordon in the dining room, where Francis sat at the table as Gordon brought a glass and poured the wine. Francis sipped her wine, as she undid Gordon's net cock and balls restraint to fondle his genitals. Gordon stood still, as he felt his cock grow into a massive hard on under her ministrations. She lightly drew her fingers over his cockhead, under its rim and his balls, arousing his sexual ardor. Francis opened her purse and withdrew a special leather cock and ball device, which she showed, to Florence and Alteisha. "Here it is, ladies, and it works completely!" she exclaimed. "It will prevent any male from cumming, while keeping him hard, for as long as he wears it. I've used one, on my boyfriend for hours, and I can guarantee that it works as advertised. Take it Florence, it is my gift to you. Better still, let me put it on 'Gordeeva' so you can see for yourselves. "

Florence nodded agreement as Francis grasped Gordon's cock, placed the device onto his hard on and tightly fastened the Velcro binding at the base. Gordon's cock became engorged and rock hard. Francis grasped several small leather straps that hung from the main strap around his cock base and fastened them so both balls were separated. She raised the leather straps up to his cock base and tightly fastened them to the main strap. Gordon could feel the tightness pulling at his cock and balls. Francis continued to fondle and masturbate him, as she talked with his Mistress. Several times he thought he would cum, but each time the device prevented ejaculation, without abating his arousal. Mistress Florence was delighted. The device reminded her of the device used on the Grand Master, at Castleton, during his annual service as a weekend Slave.

Florence thanked Francis and told her that she, and Alteisha, would put the device to extremely good use with both Gordon and Robert, as well as other men as yet unknown. Francis continued fondling and masturbating him while she visited. She showed them how to quick release the device, to allow immediate ejaculation, and how to make it even more restrictive, and painful, by constricting one or more of the straps. Francis tightened it, to increase the Gordon's discomfort, but did not demonstrate the quick release and ejaculation feature. Gordon's fondling torment was prolonged. Each of the women took turns rubbing, tickling, fondling and masturbating him, to experience the staying power of the device for themselves. Gordon writhed and strained with the need to cum, but to no avail. None of the ladies were concerned with Gordon's dire straits. They contemplated using the device to fuck themselves for as long as they wanted, without fear of their partner cumming, becoming flaccid and ruining their enjoyment and satisfaction. Florence thanked her friend for the marvelous gift and walked her to the door, while Alteisha continued to amuse herself tormenting Gordon. 

He was frantic with desire to cum. Alteisha ignored his gyrations and pleadings, continuing her amusement. Florence returned from seeing Francis out and joined in the fun. Alteisha asked if she could mount Gordon to fully test the devices' capability and Florence gave her permission. Alteisha rolled Gordon onto his back, straddled him and fully embedded his cock in her tight cunt. She fucked him with reckless abandon, refusing to cum, while enjoying Gordon's cock and his plight. Finally, she exploded in a powerful orgasm, delighting her Mistress, who applauded her effort. Florence told Gordon not to remove the new device and told them both to go clean up. The phone rang and Gordon dutifully answered it. It was Maureen. She made some small talk with Gordon then asked to speak to Florence. Gordon placed her on hold and took a cordless phone to his Mistress. "It's Ms Maureen, Mistress."

"Thank you 'Gordeeva'," said Florence as she took the phone and waited for Gordon to leave. "Hello," she spoke into the phone. Maureen greeted her by saying 'Hello, Mistress' and Florence corrected her immediately. "No, dear. I'm not your Mistress. You must not call me that, until you've decided to serve me as your Mistress, and," she said emphasizing the word 'and', "you sign the contract we discussed. Now, having said that, I'm happy to talk to you again today. What can I do for you?"

There was a long pause then Maureen spoke. "I was wondering if you, and the others, would be home tonight. If you aren't busy, I'd like to visit again. To see if it might help me to decide, I mean." 

"We'd love to see you again, Maureen. An old friend will also stop by and I'm sure you will enjoy meeting him too," Florence responded. The two women agreed to eight o'clock. Florence thanked her for calling and hung up. She called for Alteisha and Gordon, advised them of their additional guest and returned to her television show. The others knew that they should prepare for an evening's session and set about preparing the apparatus and implements that their Mistress would require. At precisely eight o'clock the doorbell rang. 'Gordeeva' answered the door and Maureen entered. She smiled at Gordon, in his maid's uniform, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. His hard on protruded from under the mini skirt he wore and Maureen brushed his cock, as she walked by him into the living room. She heard Gordon close and lock the heavy oak door, as she stood alone in the living room waiting for Florence. 

Her wait was short as Florence and Robert, who had arrived thirty minutes earlier, walked into the room carrying their wineglasses. Florence welcomed Maureen with a hug and a kiss and introduced Robert. Alteisha quietly slipped into the room and kneeled next to her Mistress's chair, still wearing her Slaves robe. Florence explained that Robert was 'one of us' and she should feel comfortable with him, as he was fully aware of Maureen's status and desires.

"Mistress," began Maureen, only to be quickly interrupted by Florence.

"Maureen, as I mentioned over the phone, you have not yet earned the right to address me that way. You must refrain, until you have decided to submit to me fully by reading aloud and signing the contract. I know that this decision is difficult to make. I agonized over it for the better part of a year before I decided." Florence took Maureen by the hand and led her to a door that was closed and locked. 

"Darling, this door leads to my special Sessions Room in the basement. It is not a pleasant room to view, but it provides intense pleasure to those of us who crave this lifestyle. There are some restrictions that I impose when non 'Members, Helpers or Slaves' are invited to enter. Let us go down and I'll explain the 'rules of the room' down there." Florence motioned for the others to follow and led Maureen down the stairs to the basement. She stopped at another heavy oak door, reminiscent of an old castle door. Florence unlocked the door and they all stepped inside to the dimly lit room. A small platform stood ominously in the center of the room. A padded bench, that reminded Maureen of workout benches at her Spa, stood on the platform and a series of chains hung from the ceiling. The platform and the bench were adorned with several strategically placed steel rings. Florence bade Maureen to step up onto the platform to face her and the others. 

She complied and looked down on Florence and Robert seated on upholstered leather chairs. Alteisha was kneeling at her Mistress's right hand and Gordon standing behind all of them, in his maids uniform. Maureen sighed deeply and stood, completely intimidated by her circumstance. As her eyes became accustomed to the dim light, she could see various whips, paddles, restraints and other implements hanging from hooks embedded in the stonewalls. "This is the Corrections, Discipline and Punishment room. It looks like a dungeon, because it essentially is a dungeon, for disobedient Slaves. I've brought you here so that you would have no reservations about what life, as a submissive to me would be like. I invited Robert so that you might experience, first hand that, as my submissive Slave, you would have absolutely no privacy of your own. I would hand you over to others, if I so desire, for our joint amusement. Devotion, complete capitulation and service to me, is demanded from you, for as long as I own you," Florence explained to Maureen, as she stood completely alone on the platform. 

"Maureen, you can only come down here once, as a 'free' person. Tonight, with your concurrence, I have planned a session for you, that you will find extremely painful, but joyful. If you agree to the session, it will be the last session you will ever receive from me, unless of course you decide to submit to me. You will have all the time you need to decide, a year or more if that's what it takes, but you will never come back to this room again, unless it is to fully submit to my will. Of course, if you want to occasionally stop by to visit, fuck or receive a spanking, you are always welcome. But you will not be invited down to this sanctuary unless you submit," Florence paused to let her words sink into Maureen's understanding then she asked slowly and deliberately, "Maureen, shall you continue with tonight's session?"




Castleton Ch. 13



"Yes, I want to continue," she said meekly, but with conviction.

"Thank you, Maureen. Please remove your clothes," Florence ordered. Maureen removed her dress to reveal that she wore no brassiere, panties or other undergarment. Florence smiled to herself, that the young woman had heeded the no underwear rule she had imposed at Maureen's last visit. She looked magnificent in her nakedness. The firm tits and upright nipples had swayed and jiggled as she disrobed to everyone's delight. She trembled, as she stood naked awaiting her fate. Florence purposely let her stand and wait, to heighten the 'terror' she felt at not knowing what was in store for her. Alteisha, naked under her robe, removed it and went to the platform to take Maureen's dress and hang it up. She returned to the platform and fastened wrist and ankle restraints on Maureen. "You will be blind folded to increase your pleasure, darling," Florence told her.

Alteisha stepped behind Maureen and placed cushioned eye pads over her eyes then bound her eyes with a silk elastic blindfold over the pads. Maureen could not see anything as Alteisha helped her lay down on her back on the padded bench. Her head pointed toward Florence and Robert. Alteisha fastened Maureen's wrist restraints to the legs of the bench, brought her legs back to her shoulders, spread them wide and secured them to rings on either side of the bench. Her position allowed unfettered access to Maureen's vulnerable inner thighs, cunt, asshole and lower buttocks. Florence arose and stepped onto the platform. She ran her fingertips over Maureen's nipples, along the rim of her cuntlips, fondled her asscheeks, and settled on the little pink asshole that puckered slightly at Florence's touch. "Have you ever been fucked here?" Florence asked as she pushed the tip of her finger harder on Maureen's asshole.

"No," Replied Maureen with a tremor in her voice. Florence put a dab of lubricant on her finger and slowly pushed it into Maureen's asshole. The young woman bolted as the finger started to go in, but relaxed and endured the violation of her ass. Florence moved her finger about, causing discomfort and some pain to Maureen. She continued the finger torment, until she was satisfied that the sphincter was sufficiently elastic, to admit the small butt plug she held in her hand. She lubricated the plug and shoved it roughly into place, deep within Maureen's asshole. Maureen cried out in pain then quieted as the initial discomfort subsided to a thick fullness buried within her. Alteisha fastened alligator clips, with weighted fine gold chains, to each of Maureen's cuntlips and dropped them to either side of her legs opening Maureen's cuntlips wide, revealing the pink moist flesh of her inner cunt and clitoris. Now she lay wide open and totally defenseless to Florence's demands for submission.

Alteisha selected a one-inch wide leather strap from the wall hooks and took a position between Maureen's legs. At Florence's nod, and with no warning to Maureen, Alteisha brought down the strap hard onto Maureen's inner right thigh. Maureen's blood curdling scream resonated throughout the soundproofed Dungeon, to the delight of Florence and her friend, Robert. Alteisha adopted a repetitive routine of striking the inner thigh, the lower ass cheek, full upon the cunt, then the other inner thigh and other ass cheek. Maureen's tormentor was unfazed by the screams and pleadings of her victim, as she continued whipping her with the strap. Maureen could feel the pain burning her thighs, asscheeks and cunt, but additionally, she could feel her cunt becoming very damp, as she became aroused. Alteisha saw the moisture at her victim's cunt and redoubled her efforts to whip an orgasm from that exposed and vulnerable cunt. Maureen could not comprehend how she could be screaming with pain, yet yearning to cum, from the strap violating her body. She could feel the welts forming, one upon the other, as blow after blow struck her open privates.

Maureen's pain seemed to diminish as her arousal increased. Although her privates burned from the strap, and the swelling welts, her juices flowed freely, as each blow to her cunt and clit brought her closer to orgasm. Now she began to beg Alteisha to strike her cunt and clit more often, so she might cum. Alteisha ignored the begging and continued her routine whipping of her victim, splattering her juices with each blow to her cunt. Only Gordon knew the count of how many strokes had been delivered to Maureen's privates. His Mistress had assigned him the task of counting the strokes prior to Maureen's arrival.

"Count?" Asked Florence aloud. 

"Twenty five, Mistress." Gordon announced. Florence nodded, as Alteisha continued tormenting Maureen with the strap. Suddenly, Maureen bolted upward and screamed as she erupted into a massive tempestuous orgasm. The orgasm rippled through her body causing torrents of juices to flow outward onto her upturned asscheeks and asshole. The orgasm continued without letup, as did Alteisha's strapping of her cunt and thighs. She seemed to be locked into a continuous cycle of cumming, concurrent with the strap striking her privates. Maureen was still cumming as she slipped from full consciousness into a dream state, wherein she could hear and feel the blows raining on her cunt and clit, but seemed to be immune to any pain, other than the burning of the numerous welts. Her cunt felt magnificent as the completeness of her continuous orgasms bathed her in an aura of complete submission to her passion. She was aware of what was happening, but seemingly did not care. It was wonderful.

"Enough!" ordered Florence and Alteisha halted immediately. Florence motioned to 'Gordeeva' to clean her cunt and Gordon bolted onto the platform and began licking the fluids from Maureen's privates. Maureen responded to the soothing tongue that lapped at her cunt, thighs and asscheeks. Gordon continued licking until Maureen screamed in orgasm again, and pleaded for the tongue to keep sucking and licking her clit. Gordon's tongue accommodated Maureen's desires and he brought her again to a violent orgasm. Her breathing was labored as she began to recover from her ordeal and her orgasms. 

Her blindfold was still firmly in place and Maureen did not know who had whipped or cleaned her. The room was quiet as she waited for whatever fate had in store for her. Quietly, Robert, now naked and possessed of a huge hard-on, mounted the platform and stood between Maureen's legs. Alteisha adjusted Maureen's legs to better accommodate Robert, and she stepped away and returned to kneel next to her Mistress. Robert placed his huge bulbous cockhead between the open cuntlips before him. He removed the alligator clips and let them fall to the floor, then slowly pushed his massive cock into Maureen's tight cunt. She gasped at the thickness and fullness of the cock entering her. She felt her cunt walls spreading under the pressure of the massive cock being embedded within her. Robert continued slowly sliding his cock into Maureen, expanding her cunts gripping muscles. Maureen was ecstatic from the pleasure of the penetrating shaft that relentlessly pushed deeper into her pussy. The cockhead reached and pressed against her cervix, and seemed to momentarily slow as it rammed into the closed stricture blocking its advance. Robert increased the pressure. Maureen felt her cervix begin to surrender to the pressing cock and suddenly it opened to accept the huge cockhead up to its massive rim. 

Robert had fully embedded his cock within her throbbing and willing cunt. Maureen could not even squeeze her cunt walls around the fullness of the cock filling her. The thickness of the butt plug in her ass competed, with Robert's cock, for space within her. The searing pain of the whipping now seemed to disappear at the prospect of an immense fucking about to consume her. Maureen tried to move her body in a fucking motion, but Robert held fast and did not permit her to set any pace. That was his job and he would not relinquish the responsibility. Ever so slowly he began to draw the enormous cock back from her womb, out of her cervix, into her cunt and back toward her cuntlips. The mighty shaft rubbed Maureen's clit as it passed backwards and stopped when only the huge cockhead remained inside Maureen's cunt. Robert paused a moment, then began to push his huge cock back into her cunt clear into the cervix, again rubbing Maureen's clit slowly to enhance her desire for orgasm. He continued the slow thrusting in and out of the receptive and throbbing cunt, as he increased the pace with each thrust. 

Florence admired the patience and endurance that Robert displayed, as he continued fucking Maureen. She sipped her wine slowly and fondled Alteisha's nipple, who fondled Gordon's throbbing cock. Robert was now fucking Maureen at a normal fucking pace as she smiled and moaned while he continued to thrust the massive cock in and out of her tight cunt. Maureen bucked in orgasm as she came hard. Robert showed no sign of cumming, as he relentlessly fucked his bound 'victim'. She came again and again, as the rubbing of her clit by the base of the massive cockshaft left her no other alternative. Now Maureen was laughing and smiling, as she screamed nearly incoherent words of encouragement to the huge cock fucking her cunt. "Fuck me!" she screamed, "Oh, fuck me…make me cum! Fuck me with that gorgeous cock, please! Fuck me harder…harder!" Robert continued without pause, or change in his fucking motion.

Florence glanced at her watch and saw that Robert had been fucking Maureen for twenty-five minutes without any hint of cumming. She moved Alteisha to her front, pushed her face into her cunt and her Slave began to lick and suck at the familiar clit with delight. Her Mistress, aroused by the spectacle on the platform, was spinning towards orgasm from her Slave's incessant tongue. Maureen was cumming with joyful frequency as Robert continued fucking her. Florence ordered Gordon to strip down to his panties and garter belt, to suck and lick Robert's asshole. He scurried to his task. Robert's arousal was obviously enhanced by Gordon's attention to his asshole. Florence told Gordon to also lick and suck Robert's huge balls that were slapping against Maureen's ass with each stroke of his massive cock. Gordon intensified his efforts at Robert's asshole and balls, in an effort to accelerate Robert's endeavor to cum in Maureen's cunt. 

Florence erupted into an explosive orgasm, cumming hard and wet into Alteisha's mouth. She drew Alteisha up to her to kiss her full on the mouth and entangle their tongues as they kissed. "I love you Alteisha, my wonderful, beautiful Slave. I love you," sighed Florence as she embraced her Slave and lover. Robert's face strained as he tried hard to hold back from cumming, but to no avail. He grunted and cried out in a roar, as he felt his orgasm boil up through his balls and cock to burst explosively, deep inside Maureen's cunt. She felt the thumping cock in her cunt spewing semen against the walls of her pussy in great volumes, filling her with Robert's seed. Her senses reeled as she too erupted in orgasm that rocked her very being and soul. Robert kept pumping his cock and its full load of semen deep into Maureen's cunt, as she filled to overflowing, and the thick, hot steamy cream bubbled out onto her thighs and ass. 

Robert pulled his cock from Maureen's cunt while it was still coming. He arched a thick stream of semen on her tits, covering one nipple completely. Another volley of cum landed on her stomach and rolled into her navel. The final puny drop of cum spurted an inch above its outlet, and fell back onto the massive cockhead that had ejected it, rolling down the shaft of his still hard cock. Without waiting for a command, Gordon knew what was required of him. He reached to take the huge cockhead into his mouth to lick and swallow the semen flowing out and laying on it. While his cock was being cleansed, Robert scooped up a generous wad of his semen from Maureen's nipple with his finger and placed it on her lips. Maureen thrust out her tongue and lapped up his cum offering, smiling as she wallowed in the joy of her orgasms. Robert scooped up more, put his cum covered finger into Maureen's mouth, she eagerly licked and swallowed his cum. 

Gordon finished cleaning Robert's cock and balls of the semen, and turned his attentions to Maureen. Robert stepped away from Maureen and returned, exhausted, to his chair next to Florence. Maureen could feel someone licking and sucking at her tits, stomach and navel. Florence stepped to the platform and removed Maureen's blindfold so she could watch her former boss lick semen from her body and cunt. Maureen opened her eyes to see Gordon lick a generous glob of cum from her nipple, then cleanse the rest of her body of Robert's cum. She watched intently, as he moved his mouth to her crotch to continue licking the semen from her thighs and ass. Next he moved to her cunt, where he sucked out globules of semen and swallowed it eagerly. Florence told Maureen to squeeze her cunt, to expel the cum within it. She could feel the semen flow copiously from her cunt with each squeeze, and watched Gordon as he slurped the semen into his mouth. He stood up when he finished, displaying his still rock hard cock clasped in its cock and balls harness.

"Release Maureen, Gordon," his Mistress instructed him. He undid Maureen's restraints and helped her off the bench. She was soaked in sweat, as she stood next to Gordon wondering what was to come next. "Maureen, place the restraints on Gordon and place him on the bench with his legs over his shoulders just as you were bound," said Florence. Maureen restrained Gordon on the bench and secured his legs. Florence inspected the restrained Slave and nodded her approval of Maureen's restraining skills. "Good job, Maureen," she stood over Gordon and fondled his cock and balls. "Gordon, if you please me by withholding yourself, I may allow you to cum today. It's up to you, but to be honest I'm not sure I want you to relieve yourself just yet. It's only been three weeks, after all." He strained at her fondling of his genitals, even though he knew he could not cum because of the harness he still wore.

Florence turned to Alteisha and Robert who were watching and listening to her intently. "Why don't you two fuck for us, Alteisha, I'm sure you can get Robert's cock hard again if you try," she teased. Alteisha immediately fell to her knees and quickly sucked that massive cock back to life. Robert sat back in the chair and Alteisha mounted his erect member with her back to him, so she could see the performance on the platform. Alteisha surprised Maureen as she took Robert's cock clear to the hilt in one downward move. Smiling at Maureen, she began to slowly fuck Robert's cock. Florence grinned and released Gordon from his cock and balls harness. Pre-cum oozed from Gordon's cock and Florence told Maureen to lick it away. Maureen complied, then watched as Florence began masturbating Gordon with his cock pointed straight at his mouth. "As you learned, Maureen, semen is never wasted. Gordon will show you how we assure that even masturbated cum, is consumed. In this case by the producer," she grinned as she continued to masturbate Gordon. 

"Suck his cock, Maureen," Florence told her. Maureen laid her head on Gordon's stomach, grasped his cock and began to suck and lick it all over. "Deep throat that puny, little poor excuse for a Slave cock, Maureen," Florence directed. Maureen knew that Gordon's cock, though not as big as Robert's, was anything but puny or little. She was sure that she could not deep throat him all the way to his cock base, but she tried anyway. Again and again, she took the huge cock down her throat, but each time she gagged before she could pull her lips to his balls. Florence gently pulled her away for a moment and clasped her lips around Gordon's cock. She licked and sucked until she was comfortable with her Slaves 'puny little' cock, then drove it deep into her mouth until his balls fell over on her nose. Maureen could not believe that Florence had deep throated that enormous cock. Florence pulled the cock from her mouth and smiled at Maureen, in effect showing her why she was Mistress and the others were not.

The two women continued their attention to Gordon, with Maureen sucking and Florence masturbating his magnificent cock. Florence watched Gordon intently, urging him to hold off and not cum until she gave him permission. "Gordon, if you disobey me, we shall stay in this room until you can no longer sit down. Do you understand?" Gordon nodded and his face showed the strain he was under. He moaned, groaned and his eyes welled with tears rolling to either side of his head. Florence occasionally squeezed his cockhead to further delay any orgasm and allowed Maureen to resume her oral service to her Slave's cock. Robert and Alteisha had both fucked to orgasm and were now on the floor engaged in an intense sixty-nine position, orally servicing one another. Again Florence moved her face right above Gordon's and looked directly into his eyes. She mutely formed the word 'no' with her lips and shook her head negatively, as he struggled not to cum. His face displayed the agony within his loins, as he tried to put orgasm out of his mind, but Maureen's incessant sucking and licking prevented him from thinking about anything else.

Gordon could only wonder why his agony amused his Mistress. Did she have no pity or mercy for his plight, he asked himself, as he writhed from his self-imposed denial of an orgasm. Florence could see his balls throbbing and she knew that it was only a matter of seconds before Gordon lost his magnificent self-control that he had demonstrated for over three weeks. She gently pulled Maureen's head away from Gordon's cockhead, and smiled down at him, as she firmly grasped his cock and pointed it straight at his mouth, and resumed masturbating him. 

"Gordon, you may cum now," his Mistress said to him, a split second before he involuntarily lost control. Gordon groaned loudly and exploded into an immense orgasm, spewing torrents of thick pearly semen coursing toward his mouth, from his massive hard-on. "Open!" ordered his Mistress as the first volley splashed against his half-opened lips and cascaded on his upper lip and cheek. He complied with the order and the following volley struck full upon his tongue, and ricocheted to the back of his mouth. He tried to swallow, but the pent up ejaculation gave him no time to swallow. Each time he closed his mouth more cum would splatter across his face. Maureen was dumbfounded at the scene she was witnessing. Some of the splattering semen ricocheted from his cheek to land on her fingers held close to her face. "Lick it!" Florence ordered her and Maureen quickly reacted, putting the semen covered fingers into her mouth to consume the salty thick cream. Great volumes of cum, suspended in his balls from his long period of frustration, now burst forth again and again, seemingly without end, as he tried to capture the semen in his mouth and swallow it. 

As much semen spewed across his face, as entered his mouth, during his long and explosive ejaculation. Finally, his cock spasms subsided and the come ceased to spurt, but changed to a fast drip as it continued to exit his still hard member. Florence grasped the huge cock and milked it with her thumb and forefinger, to salvage the last traces of the semen and let it fall into his mouth. The trail of semen ended with a thick string of cum that hung from his cock hole to his tongue. His Mistress wrapped it around her finger and placed it in his mouth. He pulled his lips tightly around her finger and completely licked off the string of semen. "Thank you, Mistress," Gordon said, as frothy cum bubbled at his lips. Florence did not even acknowledge Gordon's thanks, as she told Maureen to scoop up the semen laying on her Slaves face and neck, and share it with Gordon. Maureen dutifully complied, and even licked up some cum from his face with her tongue. When Gordon had been cleansed to his Mistress's satisfaction, Florence released him from his restraints. He kneeled at his Mistress's feet and licked her boots. Florence grabbed him by the hair and brought his head to her pussy, and ordered him to lick and suck her cunt. 




Castleton Ch. 13



As Gordon serviced his Mistress, she ordered Alteisha to suspend Maureen from the chains hanging down from the ceiling. The Slave immediately arose from the sixty-nine position she enjoyed on top of Robert, and moved to quickly restrain Maureen in a standing position. She secured Maureen's ankle restraints to rings in the floor, then stepped back to kneel next to her Mistress, being serviced by Gordon. Florence let Maureen stand immobilized in her chains, as she continued to allow Gordon to worship her cunt. She had two shuddering orgasms that were so powerful she nearly collapsed, and had to be steadied by both Alteisha and Gordon. Florence took several moments to catch her breath then motioned for Alteisha to fetch a long thin braided leather whip. Florence accepted the whip and swished it through the air in full view of a wide-eyed Maureen.

"Maureen," Florence told her as she rubbed the tip of the whip across Maureen's nipples, her asscheeks and the crack of her ass, "you have enjoyed the sweet caresses of the strap and still carry the lovely welts on your burning red asscheeks. However, if you are seriously considering joining my service, you must feel the loving kisses of the whip, to experience the rapturous and exquisite delights of serving my needs and amusements." Maureen eyes opened wide, as the fear was evident on her face. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks to fall onto her breasts, sweetly swaying from her trembling body. "You may feel free to cry out or scream, if you must," Florence explained to Maureen, "but it will all come to naught. I shall whip you so you may fully comprehend our potential future relationship. Please also know that I take great delight, pleasure and amusement from your torment." 

The crisp slap of the whip across Maureen's asscheeks drew a blood-curdling scream from her throat, as she fell suspended from her chains. A stinging welt leaped out from her flesh and turned a deep red hue across both of her asscheeks. Florence rubbed the welt with her gloved hand to increase and prolong the pain. As Maureen's scream subsided to sobbing whimpers, Florence struck again eliciting another scream and deep red welt. Three more strokes were delivered in quick succession as Maureen hung limply and sobbed at the searing pain inflicted on her ass. At Florence's nod, Alteisha rose and grabbed Maureen's hair and pulled her head up and back out of the way of the next strokes, which unbeknownst to Maureen would be delivered to her beautiful swaying breasts.

As Maureen sobbed, with eyes closed and head held back, Florence brought the whip up cruelly striking the underside of both tits. The scream nearly drowned out all sound in the room, as Maureen shuddered and jerked limply from the chains. Florence raised her arm high and delivered a severe cut of the whip across both of Maureen's nipples. Her mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out, as a result of the unbearable pain. Dark red, deeply painful, welts rose swiftly under her tits and across her nipples. Mercifully she fainted. Florence allowed her to hang unconscious from the chains, as Alteisha slowly brought Maureen's head forward to rest the chin on her limp sweat covered body.

Mistress Florence stepped down from the platform and accepted a cool glass white wine. Robert congratulated her on the evening's activities, and he said he enjoyed the entertainment immensely. Gordon had dressed in his maid's uniform, complete with his nylon net cock and balls restraint, and was helping Alteisha put on her robe. Next, he placed the red satin robe around his Mistress shoulders. He examined Maureen's body, as she hung unconscious on the platform, and determined that none of the dark red welts had broken the skin. Maureen would be in pain for a few days, but no permanent damage was done either by the strap or the whip. Gordon quickly passed a vial of smelling salts under Maureen's nose and she stirred to consciousness. A few moments later, she lifted her head and swallowed hard. She was totally exhausted from the ordeal. Gordon supported Maureen, by placing one arm around her waist, and he unfastened her restraints. Next, he wrapped a white terry cloth robe around her still limp body and tenderly lifted her in his arms. 

"Take her to my bedroom, Gordon," Florence directed. Maureen laid her head on Gordon's shoulder as he carried her out of the room and up the stairs to Florence's bedroom. Robert's cock had grown erect again as a result of watching Maureen getting whipped. Florence sat him back in the chair, threw off her robe and mounted his huge cock while facing him. She impaled herself on the massive penis, now entering her cervix, and fucked herself to another exquisite orgasm. Robert made no effort to restrain his orgasm and he exploded in unison with Florence. They both gasped from the pleasure of their union, as Florence laid her head on his chest to catch her breath. She held his cock in her cunt until it had become flaccid, then she let gravity pull it from her cunt's grasp. They laughed and kissed as Alteisha set about to clean them with her tongue, of their juices, semen and sweat. They all dressed and followed Florence up the stairs to the living room. Florence offered a late night supper to Robert, but he declined, saying that he had an early tee time and would need all the sleep he could muster. He kissed them both and left.

"Well, my gorgeous Slave, I'm waiting for an invitation to share your bed tonight, since Maureen is sleeping in mine," teased Florence. 

"Please, dear Mistress, come sleep in my bed while I relieve you of several orgasms with my eager tongue," giggled Alteisha. The two women hugged each other and started up the stairs arm in arm. "Tell me why, when we are alone, you act more like the Slave, rather than the Mistress, dear Mistress?" Alteisha asked, as she kissed Florence full on the lips, entering her mouth to lick and suck at each other's tongue. 

"Because I love you, Alteisha," Florence answered, as they entered her Slaves bedroom, embraced and closed the door. 



Castleton Ch. 14



 (Fdom/oral/bi/hetero sex,)

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Maureen opened her eyes and looked about the room. For a moment she did not know where she was, until the painful welts reminded her acutely of her whereabouts. Gordon stood at the doorway dressed in a business suit, holding the package she had given to Florence. "How do you feel, Maureen?" asked Gordon.

"I'm…I'm O.K.…I think. I hurt, but I think I'm O.K," she replied, smiling at him.

"Good. You were magnificent last night. I was so proud of you," he said. She nodded and gently rubbed her aching nipples. Without embarrassment, she dropped the sheet she was holding across her chest and exposed her whipped tits. A cruel black and blue welt cut across both nipples and breasts. A similar welt adorned the bottom side of both her breasts. She swallowed hard and smiled at Gordon, making no effort to cover her exposed breasts.

"I have to run some errands for Mistress Florence," Gordon told her, "you should try to shower, if you want, and join Mistress and Alteisha downstairs. I will be back in a few hours. I hope you're still here when I get back. If not I'll call you," he smiled, closed the door and left. Slowly Maureen dragged herself out of Florence's huge bed and into the bathroom. 

Her first action was to look at herself in the full-length mirror. She had multiple welts and strap marks across her tits and ass. She was sore and swollen in her crotch and her inner thighs. Her pubic area was turning black and blue. Maureen gingerly sat down on the toilet seat and immediately felt the pain and soreness in her asscheeks. It hurt to pee, but she did it successfully, but passed on wiping her pussy dry. 

Maureen found towels, a washcloth, ran the water in the shower and entered the glass enclosure. The hot water stung her sore body at first then soothed her all over. She declined to use the washcloth, but instead soaped her aching body with the bar of soap and rinsed the lather down the drain. After exiting the shower, she gingerly patted herself dry and plugged in the hair blower to dry her hair. Naked, she walked back into the bedroom to find Florence, wearing her red satin robe, sitting in an upholstered chair. 

"Good morning, Maureen," Florence said sweetly, "you look ravishing. The lovely marks on your body are so beautiful, and you wear them so gracefully."

"Thank you, Miss Florence," Maureen replied standing totally naked and unashamed in front of Florence.

"I've laid out some clothes for you, if you don't mind. Please dress and come join Alteisha and me for a late brunch in the dining room, Maureen," Florence said as she rose, smiled and left the room closing the door behind her. Maureen put on a tight form fitting white sheath mini dress that zipped up the back. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She looked terrific. None of the welts, that still burned, could be detected under the dress. 

She slipped into her black pumps and walked out of the bedroom to descend the stairs to the dining room. "Ah, there you are," Florence greeted her, "Alteisha, please get our guest a plate and silverware." Alteisha, dressed in her Slaves robe, rose and complied with her Mistress's direction. "Please sit here next to me, across from Alteisha, Maureen." She sat down smiling and placed some bacon and scrambled eggs on her plate.

"How do you feel?" asked Alteisha, as the women ate.

"Pretty good, considering" replied Maureen, "last night I thought I would be hurting a lot more, but I guess I'll be all right."

"Alteisha, her marks are absolutely splendid," Florence told her, "would you like to see them?" 

"Yes, Mistress, I would like that," her Slave replied. Florence nodded and told Maureen to finish eating at her leisure, then show Alteisha the marks on her body. The three women finished their breakfast and sat sipping coffee. Maureen put down her cup, stood up, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood naked displaying her bruised welts and strap marks to Alteisha and Florence. 

Alteisha arose and walked to Maureen. She took a seat next to the naked woman and tenderly ran her fingertips along the length of the welts and marks. Maureen winced, as the welts were tender and painful. Alteisha pulled Maureen toward her and had her bend over slightly so that her tits were close to Alteisha's face. The Slave cupped Maureen's breasts and licked the full length of the welts caused by the whip. She paused and slowly licked the areolas and sucked tenderly on each at each nipple, attempting to soothe and ease the hurt from each breast with her tongue. 

Maureen closed her eyes as the Slave gently licked her nipples. She could feel the dampness in her cunt, as she became aroused from the wonderful tongue that caressed her breasts and nipples. Alteisha turned Maureen around to lick the welts across her ass with the same tenderness she showed to Maureen's tits. She reached around to lightly rub Maureen's nipples, as she continued to lick the welts across her bruised, but well shaped ass. 

Maureen's cunt was now wet and she could feel her juices flowing onto her inner thighs. Her clit began to peek out between her cuntlips. Alteisha reached down to lightly stroke the engorged clitoris. Maureen was breathing heavily and sighing, her arousal was complete. Alteisha gently helped Maureen sit in a chair. She pushed her legs up exposing Maureen's cunt and asshole.

The Slave lovingly kissed and licked the bruises on Maureen's inner thighs and lower asscheeks to soothe them and ease the pain. Her tongue tarried on the little pinkish asshole and she thoroughly reamed it out. Maureen moaned from the pleasure being visited on her asshole. Her body eased into a gentle, but satisfying orgasm, and she smiled through her pleasure at Florence, who had come over to continue the gentle tonguing of Maureen's nipples. 

Alteisha eased her finger into Maureen's asshole and began to draw it back and forth to heighten her pleasure. She moved to tenderly draw her tongue the length of Maureen's cuntlips, running it across her aroused clit protruding slightly above the cuntlips. Alteisha used her tongue to part the swollen cuntlips and to lick and suck Maureen's cunt. She lapped up the flowing juices and pressed her tongue hard against Maureen's clit until she shuddered with a deeply satisfying orgasm. She continued to cum again and again as the two women suckled at her cunt and nipples.

Finally, as if on cue, both Florence and Alteisha released their mouths from Maureen's tits and cunt and let her catch her breath. Maureen kept breathing heavily for several moments before she could speak. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "I don't know what to say. I'm overwhelmed." Both Florence and Alteisha helped Maureen to her feet and hugged and kissed her. Alteisha took a napkin from the table and wiped and dabbed Maureen's cunt and inner thighs dry. She also helped Maureen dress and the three of them sat down again. 

"Maureen, Gordon has gone to run some business errands, so I'm going to call a taxi to take you home," Florence told her. Maureen agreed and Florence asked Alteisha to call the cab. "The taxicab company will bill me, Maureen, so don't concern yourself with the fare, nor the tip. Alteisha has put your clothes in a bag and she'll give it to you when you leave. Also, please keep the dress you're wearing. It looks ten times better on you than it ever did on me," Florence grinned. The women talked until the taxi arrived. Florence and Alteisha walked Maureen to the door. 

"Remember our discussion in my office. You may visit me again from time to time, but you may be a resident only if you wish to join 'our little family'. Call me if you decide to enter my service and I will prepare the contract we discussed. Then you may pack your things and come here to live. Arrangements can also be made to store your furnishings, somewhere, while you live with me," Florence told her. Maureen nodded hugged Florence once again, and went to the waiting taxicab.

Life at Florence's home returned to normal, considering it was a Dominatrix's home, with Alteisha, Gordon, and occasionally Robert, engaging in their domination/submission activities. No one had heard from Maureen since her last visit. Florence still held out hope that Maureen would eventually join them, but both Alteisha and Gordon were not as sure, and thought she probably would decline. 

Florence, with Gordon's guidance, had parlayed her security software copyright to extensive wealth, through licensing arrangements with several software distributors and computer manufacturers. The prognosis was for great future wealth for Florence, ranging into the multi-millions of dollars. Florence instructed her attorney to establish a fund so Alteisha and Gordon would each receive fifteen percent of Florence's total earnings, as their share of her good fortune. As a result, both of her Slaves would be very wealthy people and never want for money for the rest of their lives. Florence decided to keep this gift a secret until an appropriate future time. Additionally, Florence had her attorney prepare the contract for Maureen, in case she might decide to sign it.

It had been a week since the Discipline Room session with Maureen, Robert and her Slaves. Florence resisted an urge to call Maureen, but she secretly wished that Maureen would call or visit. It was late afternoon on a Friday again, and Florence was cleaning out her personal items from her current office, in preparation to move to her new office in the 'Executive Row' of her firm. 

She had retained her current phone number so that anyone wanting to call her could do so, without having problems reaching her. As she finished her task and prepared to leave, her secretary told her that she had a call, from a woman named Maureen on her private cell phone. Florence took the cell phone into her office, closed the door and answered the phone. "Hello, Maureen?"

"Yes, Mistress," answered Maureen.

"Maureen, do you recall that I asked you not to use the title, Mistress, when talking with me because you were not in my service?" Florence reminded her.

"Yes, but I've decided to submit to you and serve you, Mistress," Maureen replied.

Trying not to sound too anxious, Florence paused for effect then spoke graciously with her future Slave. "That's good news, Maureen. I'm really pleased with your decision. I'll expect you at my house by seven o'clock with your things. Please be on time. I'll see you then. Goodbye."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you and goodbye." 

Florence and immediately called Alteisha and Gordon to inform them that Maureen was indeed coming to live with them, in her service. Alteisha told her Mistress that she would see that all necessary arrangements would be made before the appointed time. Florence hung up and prepared to leave for home. She smiled as she walked to the elevator, wishing her coworkers and subordinates happy weekend activities. Florence was happier than she cared to show to the others around her, as she got into her car and drove away. 

Her personal vassals had grown to three, and she knew that the Grand Master at Castleton would be very proud of her. Soon, the call for Novitiates would be forthcoming from Castleton. Both Gordon and Maureen could be included if their training with her was completed and they desired to participate in the Castleton initiations and ordeals. According to Castleton practice, Novices must agree to go to Castleton. No Master or Mistress could force them. Time would tell.

At home Florence showered and ordered Alteisha to shave her cunt of any slight growth of hair. She donned her white leather net Dominatrix attire; white thigh high boots and went downstairs to the living room to await the arrival of her newest Slave. She called Gordon and advised him to wear his white robe and underneath wear his collar, nylon net cock and balls restraint, butt plug and open crotch lace panties. He was to bring his leather cock and balls harness to her, so that it would be nearby when needed. "May I speak, Mistress?" Gordon asked. Florence nodded that he could. "Shall I not wear my maids uniform, Mistress?" he asked.

"No, Gordon, not tonight. Perhaps 'Gordeeva' will disappear since Maureen is joining us. We shall see," she told him. Gordon bowed to leave and went to get ready. Alteisha had arranged the furniture so that her Mistress would be seated in a large chair, with her red satin robe draped behind her, accentuating her near naked appearance. A low, ring studded table, which could also be used as a bench, was placed in front of Florence to hold the contract. 

The lighting was dimmed on the periphery of the room, to highlight a single spotlight, shining from the ceiling to illuminate Mistress Florence, the table-bench and her new Slave. Alteisha and Gordon would be kneeling next to their Mistress, with Alteisha on the right and Gordon to her left. Satisfied with the setting Florence sat down to watch some TV until Maureen arrived. Alteisha and Gordon hurried about their tasks to prepare for the evening's activities.

The doorbell rang and Gordon hurried to answer it. He greeted Maureen and bid her enter. Maureen returned the greeting and waited for him to close and lock the front door. He took her suitcases, placed them in the entryway closet and asked Maureen to wait until Alteisha came to get her. Maureen put her purse on a side table and waited. Alteisha, under instruction from her Mistress, allowed Maureen to wait for nearly ten minutes before she opened the living room door to greet Maureen. 

"Hello, Maureen. Mistress Florence wants you to strip naked here in the entry room, then crawl into the living room." When Maureen was naked, Alteisha opened the living room door and asked her to enter. The primary Slave closed the door and followed Maureen as she crawled into the living room. Inside Alteisha led Maureen to stand in front of the table and hastened to kneel at her Mistress's side. Maureen saw Florence, illuminated by the spotlight. She was sitting regally in the huge leather chair, which looked more like a throne. Maureen felt a deep apprehension that disquieted her, since calling Mistress Florence earlier in the day. 

"You may stand, Maureen," Florence began, "Here are the papers that detail the conditions of your service to me. Before you sign the 'Contract', I insist that you carefully read every word aloud, so that I am positive that you comprehend everything it states. If, after you've read the papers, you agree to the terms and conditions you will sign each page separately at the space provided. Following that, you will receive your first official commands as my slave."

"Yes Mistress," Maureen reached out to take the 'Contract' from Florence, and began reading the papers aloud. As she finished each page, she would pick up the pen and sign the paper, then went on to the next. Finally, she read and signed the last page. Florence gathered the papers, folded them, placed them in an envelope and told Alteisha to place them in the safe.

Florence stood up and walked to the naked Maureen. She inspected her as though she was chattel, then she handed her a leather collar covered with studs and steel rings. Maureen placed the collar around her neck and buckled it securely. Florence clasped a light chain to a ring on the collar and had Maureen step up onto the low table, as Alteisha came to her side. "Alteisha, shave her cunt, but shape her thick red bush into a little heart above her bald cunt, then ring for me," said Florence, as she turned and left the room. 

Maureen felt ashamed at suddenly being treated as property, and wished she could cover her nakedness with her hands. Alteisha smiled at Maureen's struggling to adapt to her new status as a Slave. Expertly and swiftly Alteisha completed her task, dried the new Slave's pussy and stepped back to admire her work. Satisfied she rang for their Mistress. Mistress Florence entered the room and took her seat on her 'throne'. She looked over the heart shaped red hair that Alteisha had created and smiled approvingly. 

"Good job, Alteisha. I like it." she said cupping her primary Slave's chin in her hand. "Now, let's prepare our new Slave for her first discipline session as a Slave in my service." Florence stood next to her new Slave and looked deeply into her face. "Maureen, normally you would have no choice on any matter regarding your discipline training. However, this time it would amuse us if you decide whether to be led to the Discipline Room by the tits or the clit. Which do you choose?" her Mistress asked. Maureen briefly mulled the choice over in her mind then replied.

"My breasts, Mistress." Florence smiled sweetly and produced two alligator clips joined together by a fine silver chain. She clasped an alligator clip to each nipple. The teeth on the alligator clips bit cruelly into the tender flesh of Maureen's nipples, causing her sharp stinging pain. Florence attached a leash to the chain and pulled it taut, enhancing the pain. She pulled on the leash until Maureen, groaning, stepped off the table onto the floor and dropped to her hands and knees.

"Alteisha take the leash and lead her to the Discipline Room." The three Slaves followed their Mistress down the basement stairs to the Discipline Room. Maureen, aching from the pain at her nipples, painfully descended the stairs on her hands and knees, and was led onto a raised platform in the center of the room. The lighting was similar to the living room with a central spotlight illuminating a throne for Mistress Florence. Florence opened her red satin robe and draped it over the throne as she sat down to view the discipline session. "Gordon, restrain her from the ceiling chains." 

Gordon moved swiftly to place wrist and ankle restraints on Maureen. Next, he brought her wrists together and fastened them to the chain dangling from the ceiling. Gordon spread her legs apart and fastened them to rings in the platform floor. He activated the chains motor to lift Maureen to her feet, her arms over her head. Assured that she was securely restrained, he returned to kneel next to his Mistress. Alteisha had a leather strap and a braided leather whip. She laid them on a low bench in front of Maureen, so that she could easily see them. Maureen quietly gasped and shuddered as she viewed the implements.

"Now, Slave number three, you will receive your welcoming session in celebration of joining my service," Florence told her, as she stepped onto the platform, blindfolded her new Slave and removed the alligator clips from her nipples. Mistress Florence selected the strap first and slapped it into her palm to increase the terror in her new Slave. Maureen braced herself, but no stroke came as anticipated. She relaxed, and Florence struck her first blow across both asscheeks, leaving a bright red mark. Maureen screamed at the burning pain, but before she could recover, Mistress Florence laid several more blows on her asscheeks. 

Maureen was sobbing and writhing from the searing pain. Some of the marks had turned a deep red as new strokes were laid upon the old. Florence tired and paused to refresh herself with a glass of Blush wine. Maureen's sobbing belied her obvious arousal, as evidenced by the wetness of her cunt. She had been near orgasm several times, but her Mistress's trained eye recognized she was about to cum, and had changed the rhythm, or destination, of the blows to preclude orgasm.

Refreshed, Mistress Florence renewed her assault on her new Slave. Maureen's ass was fiery red from the blows and her flesh glowed red with pain. Strangely, the strap was welcomed, as much as feared, by Maureen. Although she ached from the severity of the strokes, she also felt a familiar throbbing in her cunt, and she ached to cum. Florence sensed the increasing tempo of her Slave's arousal and decided to nip the sensation in the bud, thus prolong her desire to climax. 




Castleton Ch. 14



Holding the strap down, she pulled her arm back and cruelly brought the strap upward between Maureen's legs to strike her fully on the cunt and clit. The Slave bucked and screamed with pain at the ferocious blow, momentarily erasing her desire to cum. Without pausing to let Maureen catch her breath, Florence applied the upward strokes to the Slaves cunt again and again, until Maureen could scream no more and hung limply from her chains. 

Florence stepped back to allow Alteisha to place a soft leather belt about Maureen's waist, and fasten it to another chain hanging from the ceiling. Next, Alteisha lowered the chain restraining Maureen's wrists, leaving the Slave supported by the waist, hanging over, suspended by her arms, and her back parallel to the floor. Florence stepped forward to strap her several times across the back, to arouse her from her semi conscious state. Maureen was quickly jerked awake and screamed at the burning pain on her back. 

Her Mistress walked to stand in front of her limp and sweating vassal to examine the extent of the torment she had inflicted. She smiled and decided that more was required. Maureen's tits were vulnerable and pointed at he floor, their fullness straining at the gravity pulling them downward. The vulnerability of her tits was not lost on her Mistress. She swung the strap savagely across both swaying tits, exacting extreme pain from her screaming captive. Maureen hung crying and sobbing from her chains as Calista laid several more strokes across the quivering tits, involuntarily presented for that purpose. 

Florence moved quickly to release Gordon's cock and balls from their nylon net restraint. When his cock reached its full hardness, she fastened the leather cock and balls harness very tightly on his genitals to preclude Gordon from cumming or going flaccid. Florence set Alteisha to licking Maureen's asshole, while she finished adjusting Gordon's harness. Maureen moaned with pleasure at the soothing wet tongue licking and groping at her sphincter. Her head swayed rhythmically as she took great pleasure from the tranquilizing and arousing effect of Alteisha's tongue. 

Maureen could see Gordon's huge hard on and hoped her Mistress would allow him to thrust that magnificent tool deep into her cunt. Gordon walked behind her, his cock swaying as he walked. She glowed with lust, desire and euphoria at the prospect of being fucked to total satisfaction. Florence ran her palm across Maureen's cunt to gather the wet juices flowing from her throbbing sex and then wiped the juices on Gordon's cock as a lubricant. Gordon moved closely behind Maureen's ass, placed the bulbous head of his cock between her cuntlips and drew it back and forth to further moisten it with her flowing cunt juices. 

She tried to raise her ass up to allow Gordon an easier access to her cunt, as he continued to tease her by rubbing her wet cunt with his cock. Her moans of desire grew intense as she cried out for Gordon to fuck her. Florence nodded to Gordon and he swiftly brought his cock to Maureen's virgin asshole and tried to thrust his cock inside in a single motion. The tight sphincter refused to budge as Maureen screamed in realization of what was about to happen. She tried to avoid the massive cock, but her restraints prevented escape. 

Gordon tried several more times, but his cock was too large to easily enter the tightly puckered little asshole. His Mistress drew him back, covered his cockhead with a light lubricant and released him to try again. The sphincter still resisted and Maureen kept her ass muscles clenched tightly to prevent penetration. The huge cockhead made some headway, as the sphincter yielded slightly. Gordon continued to press the sphincter until he could feel it cede access to his cockhead. Maureen was groaning and fighting against relinquishing this last stronghold of virginity to her Mistress's desires. Finally, the sphincter could resist no more and surrendered unconditionally, as Gordon's massive cock pushed into her ass.

She shrieked as she felt the massive thickness of the cock straining against the walls of her colon. Gordon stretched and pushed aside her parted sphincter in his relentless invasion of her ass. Maureen's asshole hurt as he pushed deeper, until finally, she felt his harnessed balls touch her cunt and asscheeks. Florence released Gordon's balls from the harness, but not the ring strap around the base of his cock. This allowed Gordon to push another inch or two into Maureen's ass to rest deeply embedded within her. Florence momentarily paused Gordon's efforts to fuck her ass, to let Maureen resign herself to her fate. 

Maureen felt the fierce pain of penetration and stretching, from the massive cock in her ass. Florence nodded and Gordon withdrew his massive cock to leave only his cockhead at the rim inside then thrust it deeply into her ass again. Maureen screamed in pain from the huge cock fucking her ass. Her eyes rolled in her head, as she tried to expel the huge instrument tormenting her asshole. All her efforts were futile, as Gordon accelerated the thrusts and retractions of his enormous cock. 

Maureen continued to struggle. Slowly, the pain seemed to diminish to be replaced by a feeling of fullness. This feeling was slowly transformed into pleasure and delight, as she began returning Gordon's thrusts. Maureen was moaning in joy and pleasure at the fucking Gordon was giving her ass. She smiled and closed her eyes to privately relish her fucking, and made loud utterances in rhythm with Gordon's thrusts. 

Florence decided that Maureen was having too much pleasure and not enough pain. She retrieved the alligator clips and placed a clip on each of Maureen's nipples. Maureen jerked at the new sensation of pain on her nipples, but continued happily fucking Gordon's cock in her ass. Florence motioned to Alteisha, who quickly and happily, hung lead weights, suspended by rubber bands, on the alligator clips. Alteisha held the weights in her palms as she looked into Maureen's eyes. 

The new Slave pleaded with Alteisha not to drop the lead weights attached to the alligator clips gripping her nipples. Alteisha held the weights in her palms and slowly began to turn them over. Maureen fearfully watched, as the lead weights began responding to the laws of gravity, moving towards the edge of Alteisha's palms. Alteisha puckered her lips and blew a kiss toward Maureen, as the weights slipped out of her palms and fell toward the floor! 

Maureen watched horrified, as the lead weights stretched the rubber bands until they were taut and the pain ripped through her nipples, causing her to howl at the new torment visited upon her. The paradox of great pain in her nipples and extreme pleasure in her ass overwhelmed Maureen. She screamed for more of both. Her heightened arousal soared toward orgasm, with each thrust of the massive cock in her ass and each pull of the weights on her nipples. Mistress Florence recognized the signs of impending orgasm in Maureen's loins and signaled Gordon to withdraw his cock completely.

Maureen's cry of anguish at her loss of orgasm pierced the air. She shuddered in anticipation of the climax that never happened. Gordon too, quivered at the forced interruption of his fucking. Having more familiarity with this method of amusing his Mistress, he accepted without a murmur. Maureen pleaded to be permitted to cum, but Mistress Florence ignored her petition. She sipped her wine as she stepped to the kneeling Alteisha, to let her suck at her cunt. Alteisha licked swiftly at Florence's clit and quickly brought her fully aroused Mistress to a wonderful orgasm. 

Florence raised her primary Slave from her cunt and kissed her, tasting her own cunt juices on her Slaves lips and tongue. She moved to Maureen, grabbed her by her sweaty red hair and thrust her face in her cunt. The weighted nipple clamps bounced harshly from their rubber bands as Mistress bumped and moved the Slave's body with her own. Florence ground her cunt in Maureen's mouth as her Slave sucked her Mistress's hot juices, flicking her tongue over her clit. Florence grasped Maureen's head with both hands and held on tightly as she orgasmed hard from the incessant tongue licking her cunt. Florence's knees buckled slightly with each spasm of her orgasm. She continued to hold her Slaves mouth to her cunt for several more orgasms, before she released Maureen, and sat down breathing heavily. 

Florence motioned to Alteisha to replace her at Maureen's mouth, and her primary Slave eagerly obeyed. Next, Florence handed Gordon the braided leather whip and told him to apply it vigorously to Maureen's ass, upper thighs and tits. Gordon had rarely used the whip during his tenure as a Slave, and was surprised at his Mistress's command. He looked incredulously at her and nervously ran his fingers up and down the instrument he held. "Now, Gordon!" Florence said firmly.

"But, Mistress, I…I…never," stammered Gordon, his eyes lowered to avoid his glowering Mistress. 

"Gordon," Florence said, crisply selecting her words, "either you obey or I will punish you beyond imagination." He sighed sheepishly, raised the whip and crashed it hard against Maureen's asscheeks. She screamed in pain as Florence grinned in amusement. Alteisha muffled Maureen's screams by pushing her cunt into Maureen's face and mouth. Gordon reluctantly struck Maureen's ass and thighs again and again until the ugly red welts rose up one upon the other. 

Maureen had difficulty in adequately sucking Alteisha's cunt, as the searing pain of the whip interfered with her attempts to make Alteisha cum. Try as she might, each stroke of the whip interrupted her licking and loving of the primary Slave's pussy. The sweat was pouring from Maureen's body as Gordon pressed to his task. At Florence's nod, Gordon moved to Maureen's side, kneeled and struck her full on her tits with the whip. Maureen abandoned Alteisha's cunt, as she shrieked in pain from both the whip and the dancing weights suspended from her nipples by rubber bands.

Florence counted out each of the whip's cuts on Maureen's tits, until Gordon reached the count of ten strokes. "Enough, Gordon," his Mistress said. Gordon stood up and laid the whip down. Alteisha held Maureen's mouth to her cunt until she had completed her orgasm, then stepped away. Maureen hung limply, sweating, and sobbing from her chains. Florence knelt down next to her sobbing Slave and raised her head by the chin. Maureen looked exhaustedly at her Mistress, as Florence's eyes met her gaze. "Thank me," Florence told her new Slave. 

Maureen looked in disbelief at her Mistress, and tried several times to comply then weakly whispered "Thank you, Mistress…thank you."

"Louder, dear, so that Alteisha and Gordon can hear how much you appreciate my efforts," Florence told her.

Again, Maureen swallowed hard and in a slightly louder voice, which nearly broke, said, "Thank you Mistress."

"You're welcome, Maureen. I'm happy that you pleased us all," replied Florence. "Alteisha, please have Gordon bathe her and bring her back to the living room for our nightcap this evening," Florence smiled at her three Slaves and left the Discipline Room. 

Gordon released Maureen, helped her to get down from the platform. He took her to the shower room, off the Discipline Room, shampooed her hair and tenderly allowed the warm water wash the sweat from her body. Alteisha pat dried the welted and marked areas on Maureen's body, and dried her hair. Both of them helped Maureen climb the stairs and enter the living room where their Mistress awaited them. 

They placed the new Slave in a kneeling position facing her Mistress and each of them took their places kneeling at their Mistress's side. Florence leaned forward and cupped one of Maureen's tits in her palm and clamped an alligator clip on the nipple. She repeated the favor on her other nipple, pulling slightly on the silver chain connecting the clips. Maureen grimaced in pain as the clips metal teeth dug into her nipple flesh.

Gordon poured four glasses of cool Blush wine and offered the first glass to his Mistress, then to her primary Slave. He took the next glass for himself and looked to his Mistress to see if she wanted Maureen to have some wine. Mistress Florence nodded and Gordon gave the remaining glass to the new Slave. Maureen, still breathing heavily, trembled as she drank deeply of the wine and sat on her haunches, waiting for whatever would come next. 

"Maureen, we are all proud of you and how well you did in your initial discipline session. Your body looks so lovely with its wonderful marks decorating it. You wear them so well, that I will enjoy placing them on you often. Of that you can be sure," Florence told her, "I want you to worship my tits now, Maureen." Her new Slave crawled on her knees closer to her Mistress and began to lick Florence's breasts, purposely avoiding the nipples. 

When Florence's tits were completely wet with her saliva, Maureen's tongue curled about one of her Mistress's nipples and licked and sucked at it until her Mistress began to moan with pleasure. She took the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger to roll it gently, in rhythm with the nipple she was sucking. The rapture of her tongue and fingers heightened her Mistress's arousal. Maureen changed to the other nipple and continued to suck and roll them. 

Florence arose from her chair to lie down on the low table in the living room. She had Maureen continue sucking one nipple while she directed Alteisha's mouth to the other one. She reached out with both hands and found her Slaves cunts and she began to play with their clits, occasionally penetrating a finger in their pussies. 

"Gordon, please fuck my cunt now," Florence commanded him. He stood up and gently spread her legs revealing her wet and pulsating cunt. "Ladies," Florence called out to her female Slaves, "You may not cum from my playing with your clits. Don't disobey me!" she said sternly. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt Gordon's massive hard-on part her cuntlips and enter her sex. There was no need to remind Gordon not to cum, as he still wore his cock harness even though his balls hung loose. 

She sighed with pleasure as she simultaneously felt his cock at the entrance of her cervix, and his balls slapping her ass. Florence wrapped her legs about his waist and began to meet his thrusts with thrusts of her own, while the female Slaves furiously sucked her nipples. Her orgasm boiled in her loins and she exploded, climaxing in waves at the marvelous sensations in her cunt and nipples. She continued to cum explosively until she reached a state of nearly perpetual orgasm, before she screamed in a final violent orgasm, nearly fainting from the intensity of her cum.

The Slaves continued their ministrations, on their Mistress, as she recovered from her multiple orgasms. She gazed at them working hard to continue her pleasure. Lying still, with her legs around Gordon's waist, she basked in pleasure as he fucked her with uninterrupted zeal through her multiple orgasms. Florence closed her eyes to treasure the wonderful sensations being visited upon her by her Slaves. Finally, after a few minutes, she thanked her Slaves and asked them to resume their kneeling positions. 

Calista stood in front of Gordon and had him lick the juices from her cunt then patted herself dry with a washcloth. She stood up and selected a whip lying nearby. "Alteisha, lay over the arm of the chair and present your ass to me," Florence commanded. "I'm going to provide each of you with a 'Correction' session for transgressions committed during this evenings Welcome Session for Maureen." Alteisha leaned over the arm of the chair and raised her ass as high as she could, in anticipation of her 'Correction'. "Each of you will receive five cuts of the whip on your bottoms, two on each tit and five whacks on your genitals." 

Alteisha winced as her Mistress applied the five cuts wickedly on her asscheeks. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Florence asked her primary Slave to roll over and place her hands behind her head, to permit her access to her tits. Alteisha complied and had barely clasped her hands behind her head, when Florence applied four monstrous strokes across her tits and nipples. Alteisha cried out and bit her lip again, trying hard not scream at the pain inflicted by her Mistress. "Now that looks much better, darling," Florence told her. "Now grasp your legs under your knees, hold your legs apart and spread the lips of your cunt with your fingers." Alteisha complied and shut her eyes as her Mistress raised the whip high and brought it down hard cruelly striking her cunt, clit and asshole in a single stroke. 

Her Slave shrieked in searing pain, but did not let go of her cuntlips. Mistress Florence, striking clit, cunt and asshole again, applied the next two strokes with equal fervor. The tears ran freely from Alteisha as she sobbed in agony from the wicked blows. Florence waited until her Slave regained her composure, before she savagely struck her twice more in rapid succession, summoning forth a horrid scream from her primary Slave.

"Thank you, Mistress," Alteisha gasped as she rolled off the chair onto her knees and slowly crawled to her Slave position.

"You're welcome, Alteisha. I trust you will not shamelessly display a desire to have an orgasm at the next Discipline session for your fellow Slaves," replied Florence. "Maureen, please take your position over the arm of the chair." Maureen incredulous that her Mistress would whip her again after the severe whipping, she had just received in the Discipline Room, was slow to respond. "Maureen," continued Florence, more firmly than before, "I'd advise you not to disobey me, or delay compliance with my commands." 

The new Slave looked at Gordon, who motioned to her to quickly obey, and she laid her body over the arm of the chair. Florence quickly and firmly laid the strokes harshly upon the welts from her earlier discipline. Maureen started sobbing with the first cut of the whip and cried out in pain with each subsequent stroke. At her Mistress's bidding she slowly turned her aching body over to receive the cruel blows on her tits and nipples, shrieking with each cut of the whip. Finally, she held her cuntlips open and experienced, for the first time, a direct whipping on her cunt, clit and asshole. "Well, Maureen? Have you anything to say to me?" asked Florence.

"Yes…thank…thank you…Mistress," Maureen stammered, trying but failing to hold back the groans and tears.

"You're welcome too, Maureen. Next time you're disciplined, you'll try harder to keep from screaming. It upsets me so," Florence told her as she sipped her wine. "Gordon, over the chair, please," her male Slave crawled to the chair and draped his body over the arm. He clenched his teeth as Florence, smiling, wickedly cut welts into his asscheeks with each bite of the whip. He did not cry out, although he was not sure how he had been able to withstand the blows without making a sound. "Well, Gordon, are you mocking me in front of my female Slaves?" she asked him, "are you telling me that my strokes have no effect on you, so you need not cry out?"

"No, Mistress. I did not want to upset you further, by crying out. It isn't as though I don't appreciate what you do for me," Gordon stated as he rolled over on his back awaiting the blows to his chest. 

"We'll see, Gordon, we'll see," said Florence wickedly. She raised the whip high and struck savagely across both of his nipples. He screeched and moaned as his Mistress finished the whipping of his nipples with cruel cuts of the whip. His cock was still rock hard, even though he was sobbing from the whipping of his nipples. Florence waited until Gordon spread his legs apart. She watched him as he trembled in fear of the impending assault on his cock, balls and asshole. His Mistress reached out and grabbed his butt plug and twisted it about in his asshole causing him great discomfort, but he could not actually claim that it hurt. Florence suddenly ripped it out of his ass in a single motion, causing him to cry out, more in surprise than from pain. Gordon looked at his Mistress's eyes coldly staring at him and he swallowed hard, shut his eyes and fearfully awaited the blows to his genitals. 




Castleton Ch. 14



Florence's first cruel cut, landed flush on his bulbous cockhead, and he shrieked an earsplitting scream. He nearly let go of his legs to touch his cock in an attempt to soothe the hurt, but he forced himself to accept the blow without grasping his member. His cock lost some of its firmness as a result of the blow and Florence waited until he hardened, before striking again. This time the whip tip struck him full on the asshole, missing his balls completely. He yelped at the blow, but did not cringe. 


Florence cut at his cock again, landing the whip on the shaft of his upright cock. Gordon clenched his teeth, as he moaned closemouthed at the pain from the whip. Florence paused for effect and again managed to strike the whip fully on his wrinkled asshole. He cried out from the searing pain inflicted on his anus, and tears streamed down his face. Gordon's balls had drawn up in a tight spherical ball in a futile attempt to protect them from his Mistress's wrath. Florence sneered at this pathetic show of defense and she struck him solidly across both testicles with a savage, most painful blow. Gordon's piercing scream was deafening, and his hands immediately covered his balls, as he groaned and rolled out of the chair onto the floor writhing in pain. 


"I'm waiting, Gordon," Florence told him as he groaned and rolled in pain. He thought he might pass out from the agony in his testicles. He sought to find the breath to scream again, let alone to thank his Mistress for whipping him. Florence shook her head as Gordon writhed about on the floor. "I guess Gordon will have to thank me later, as he is indisposed at the moment." Try as he might, Gordon could not bring himself to thank her. He looked painfully at his Mistress and gasped.

"I love you, Mistress," his lips formed the words, but no sound could be heard. 

"Thank you, Gordon. Mistress loves you too. This will teach you not to be a wretch that wants only to cum, instead of serving only your Mistress," Florence said to her secondary Slave. "The hour is late now, so all of us will go to bed. Alteisha, please see to it that Maureen is securely shackled to her bed before you retire. Gordon, when you quit with this foolish writhing on the floor, gather yourself and come upstairs to fuck me," Florence wheeled and marched up the stairs followed by Alteisha and Maureen. Gordon was left downstairs trying to raise himself off the floor. 

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Castleton Ch. 15



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Maureen quickly adapted to her new lifestyle with a relish seldom seen in a submissive. She truly enjoyed being bound and disciplined. Especially when both she and Gordon were disciplined jointly. Alteisha had authority over both Gordon and Maureen, and often corrected them simply for the sheer amusement of her Mistress and herself. Florence had Maureen quit her job and take full time employment as her maid and assistant to Gordon. The rewards in both cash and domination were generous, to say the least, and Florence considered adding Maureen to the financial portfolio she had established for Alteisha and Gordon. Life was sweet, especially for Florence, but the others also benefited. 

Winter slowly flowed forward into spring, and the residents of Mistress Florence's house were anticipating the coming of summer, and a return to Castleton for Florence and Alteisha. Florence wanted to sponsor both Gordon and Maureen as Novices for the upcoming class. The 'Rules of the Order' prohibited describing any of Castleton's activities, rites or ceremonies to potential Novices. But both Gordon and Maureen correctly deduced that domination and submission was the general theme. 

Mistress Florence did not press her Slaves for an immediate answer on attending the Castleton Novices' class, but would mention it from time to time. Alteisha too, was unsure about why she should return. She did not fully covet becoming a Mistress in her own right and she was leery about encountering Mistress Darla again. Florence did not press Alteisha either, and bided her time until summer.

Mistress Florence expanded her domination activities to regularly include some other close friends including Francis and some of her friends. She had frequent occasions to hold 'Domme Parties' where she, Alteisha, Robert and Francis assumed the dominant roles, and Gordon, Maureen and some of Francis's very close circle of friends, were the submissives. Often they would play games like harnessing Gordon and fondling his cock and balls all evening without allowing him to cum. 

They would tighten his cockring harness and the females would fuck themselves to their hearts content on his cock, without permitting him relief. Occasionally, the women would bind him in exposed and provocative positions and Robert would fuck him in the ass for the ladies pleasure. Often, Maureen would be similarly bound and used by Robert, Gordon and the women for their sexual pleasures and perversions.

Robert was a frequent visitor and had advised Florence that he had been invited, and would go, to Castleton as a Helper in July. That coincided with the start of the next Novice class. Florence made a mental note to accelerate pressure on Gordon and Maureen, to agree to join the Novice class. The two lower Slaves had often questioned Alteisha about Castleton, since their Mistress would not discuss it with them. Alteisha would only tell them that they must each make up their own minds, about Castleton, based upon their own desires with respect to domination and submission. Florence had considered pressuring them during corrective, discipline or punishment sessions, but abandoned that thought because they truly should be free to decide for themselves.

Springtime and early summer allowed the four of them to take day and weekend trips to parks, museums and other nearby attractions. Usually, lodging on weekend trips involved renting a cottage or house in an out of the way area, so that their particular brand of indulgence could take place unfettered by nosy neighbors. On a particularly warm day in late June, Florence and her entourage rented a beach house on the ocean with a private beach. 

Mistress Florence enjoyed conducting the discipline sessions outdoors on the beach, with a bonfire providing warmth during the late evening. The thrill of outdoor sessions was enhanced by the possibility of being discovered by people who did not share their unusual persuasion. Another facet of outdoor sessions was the use of ball gags on the Slaves during their sessions. It would not do to hear piercing screams coming from the beaches. 

Mistress Florence introduced new twists on the frequent 'Corrective Sessions' that she held, regardless of whether they were really needed, or simply manufactured to satisfy Florence's perversions. Each of the Slaves would be required to endure their corrective sessions in silence, as they received the cuts of the whip, until they could no longer hold their silence and they cried out. Florence provided rewards for endurance, such as privileges to cum at will, or the thrill of correcting a fellow Slave that evening. 

The competition served to build up their endurance and amused Florence. She reveled in inflicting different torments upon them. Some of the corrective sessions involved only blows delivered on their genitals, only to their nipples, or only their asscheeks. Other times the three Slaves would be required to fondle and stimulate each other's genitals until someone could no longer stand the stimulation and they would cum. The two 'survivors' would then jointly 'correct' the Slave that had the audacity and the ingratitude to embarrass their Mistress by cumming.

Florence was proud of the discipline demonstrated by her Slaves, especially in their ability to withhold orgasm for hours, during the fondling and stimulation sessions. She knew that this capability would serve them well if they decided to attend Castleton this summer. The women usually won these endurance contests, unless Gordon was permitted to wear his cock and balls harness, which was very infrequently. When he was permitted this 'luxury', it would be offset, by denying him the privilege of orgasm for two or three weeks. 

Gordon preferred to take his chances without the harness, because at least it allowed him an opportunity to cum. The downside was that he received more frequent correction hence he was more vulnerable to real injury through the more frequent whippings. Although Gordon craved the whip, Florence knew that no one could withstand that number of corrections without injury. She saw to it that he wore the harness frequently. 

Robert often attended these competitive corrective sessions to watch and play with Mistress Florence. They fucked or sucked one another, while the Slaves stimulated and titillated each other, trying to cause one of them to reach orgasm before the others. Robert sometimes supervised the whipping of the loser by directing the location of the blows. Often one of the winners would suck Robert's cock, balls or asshole while the other Slave administrated correction then the Slaves would exchange positions. 

Usually all sessions ended with the three Slaves, and Robert, if he were in attendance, all worshiping and servicing Mistress Florence, until she achieved multiple orgasms. Infrequently, Mistress Florence would ask a Slave, usually Alteisha, to also satisfy her cravings for the whip. Mistress Florence controlled and directed these sessions. The Slaves knew better than to apply strokes too harshly, unless their Mistress encouraged them to do so. The Slaves were often astounded at the severity of correction that Mistress Florence could withstand. Alteisha loved these sessions because her Mistress would have her soothe her welts by licking the ache from them, and in the process, arousing both of them to magnificent sexual interludes.

On the first of July, the postman brought Florence the letter that she had long awaited. The Grand Master, Octavian, had invited Florence to come to Castleton on the second Sunday in July, and to sponsor new Novices to the summer class. Training would begin that same day with the Novitiates Initiation that evening. The Novices would train until the Labor Day weekend when their Ordeals and selection would take place. Octavian's letter also addressed the wonderful time he had spent with Florence when she was his Slave, before she became a Mistress in her own right. 

He closed by hoping that Florence would sponsor her uninitiated Slaves to Castleton and to bring the magnificent Slave, Alteisha, back for him to enjoy once more. There was no mention of the rumor that she had heard from another Master who had visited Florence at her office. This Member had confided to her that he expected Octavian to step down as Grand Master of the Order for personal reasons. It was rumored that the Grand Master was to be posted abroad by his company, and he would not be available to carry out the duties of Grand Master adequately. Rather than have the Order suffer from leadership, Octavian would step down and a new leader chosen prior to the Novices Ordeals on Labor Day weekend.

Florence was eager to go to Castleton and even more eager to sponsor her two lower Slaves to attend the Novitiates class. Alteisha was another matter. She would participate as Mistress Florence's private and personal Slave to attend only to her Mistress's needs. Alteisha could be used to serve another Master or Mistress only with Florence's permission. Normally any Master or Mistress could claim the services of any Slave by giving the owner one-day notice. In this private and personal capacity, Florence and Alteisha could both be insulated against a possible request by Mistress Darla to take Alteisha for an evening or for overnight service. 

Darla still had to be dealt with. Florence knew that Darla was not easily appeased. Mistress Darla would seek some angle to claim her revenge against both Alteisha and herself. Mistress Darla was too mean spirited to accept being asked to leave Florence's house without seeking vengeance. Mistress Florence would have to be on her guard. She must assure that Darla would not find some obscure rule of the Order that would override the personal and private services that Alteisha would perform. Florence decided that she would not allow Alteisha to perform services for anyone other than Octavian. 

Maureen had worked out better than anyone expected. She enjoyed the lifestyle immensely, especially the corrective sessions. She craved the whip, strap and the other instruments of her pleasure-pain. Additionally, Maureen had been transformed into a sexual animal, rivaling Alteisha's sexual drive. Both Gordon and Maureen were prime candidates as Novitiates to the Order. Florence would give the dilemma a great deal of thought in the next few days. The time to decide was becoming shorter, and neither Gordon nor Maureen had decided. She would have to encourage her Slaves to decide quickly on attending the Novice class at Castleton.

Maureen had prepared dinner and was waiting for the other household members to come to the dining room. Alteisha entered the room naked, except for her collar and nipple and cunt rings complete with silver bells. She greeted Maureen and kneeled at the right side of her Mistress's chair, awaiting her arrival. Gordon too, entered naked, except for his collar, butt plug and the nylon netting encasing his cock and balls. He kneeled to the left side of Mistress Florence's chair to also await his Mistress. 


Several minutes passed before their Mistress came into the room dressed in a black leather waist cincher, long high-heeled boots and a black leather jacket with cutaways to fully expose both of her lovely breasts. She too wore the nipple and cunt rings and was naked below the waist. Florence took her seat and bade her two higher Slaves sit at the table. Maureen waited until her fellow Slaves placed their napkins on their laps, before laying a napkin on her Mistress's lap. 

Florence reached out to her Slave putting her hand on Maureen's cunt and took her cuntlips between thumb and forefinger. She could feel Maureen's clit becoming engorged and waited until the little nub swelled and pushed its way between the cuntlips surrounding it. Florence rubbed the clit between the cuntlips with her thumb and forefinger, stirring the oils deep within Maureen. She started to breath heavier and trembled as she became extremely aroused. 

Maureen hoped that Mistress Florence would let her cum, but in her heart she knew that it wouldn't happen. Florence was just playing a little game of 'torment the maid'. The Mistress tired of this game and removed her hand to allow Maureen to serve them. She served them in order of their rank, pausing at each one to endure more fondling of her cunt and clit. Gordon enjoyed rubbing pieces of his food between her cuntlips before consuming them, adding to Maureen's lust. She knew that by the end of the evening meal she would be quivering with passion and eager to begin the evening's sessions.

Alteisha liked to pull at Maureen's cuntlips as she served the meal, or to tweak her nipples, if the maid's uniform of the day exposed Maureen's lovely tits. Mistress Florence took longer than usual to finish this evening's meal, as though she had something on her mind. Alteisha correctly suspected that it concerned the return to Castleton. The Slaves had been discussing Castleton among themselves. Both Gordon and Maureen asked many questions about Castleton, but Alteisha would only tell them that she encouraged them to go and enjoy the experience. 

"Maureen, please sit at the table," Florence began, directing her comments to Gordon and Maureen, "I recently received the letter I had been expecting from Castleton. The time is nearly upon us, and Alteisha and I will be leaving soon. It was my hope that both of you would decide to join us. As you well know, you must make this decision. Neither Alteisha nor I can decide for you, nor order you to go. I must make reservations for either or both of you, if you're going," she paused to let the thought sink in then continued, "I must have your decision by morning." 

"I've decided to go, Mistress," Gordon said. He watched Florence's eyes light up over his decision. Florence turned to face Maureen, who had knelt down beside her Mistress.

"I too, want to go, Mistress," she said bending down to lick and kiss her Mistress's boots. Florence smiled at her and lifted Maureen's chin to her cunt. 

"Service me, sweet Maureen," Florence told her as Maureen set about to her task. Mistress Florence gathered her other two Slaves to her tits to suck at her nipples. She reveled in their attentions and withheld herself from orgasm for nearly half an hour before exploding into a massive orgasm. "Thank you, my darling Slaves. Now I must go and make the arrangements for your trip to Castleton," Florence arose from the dining table and walked to the stairs. "Alteisha, please correct both Gordon and Maureen. I'll join all of you later in the Discipline Room, to complete the evenings sessions." With that Florence climbed the stairs to her room.

Florence was visibly excited the next day, as the household was packing and preparing to go to Castleton. The Slaves had little to pack, as they would only need clothes for the trip to Castleton, and some thing to wear when they returned. Without Alteisha's knowledge, Florence packed some evening clothes for her primary Slave, to be used for evening social activities to which it might be appropriate to bring a Slave. 

Gordon and Maureen would travel to Castleton by bus with the other Novices. Alteisha would drive with her Mistress. Now it was time to take the Gordon and Maureen to the bus station. They would travel in a chartered bus driven by a Helper, who would keep the destination and activities of Castleton very confidential. Alteisha drove her fellow Slaves to the station and cautioned them both to understand that, at Castleton, neither she nor Mistress Florence would even acknowledge that they know either one of them. Maureen asked why, but Alteisha just ignored her.

Having dropped off the two Novices at the bus station, Alteisha returned home to pick up Florence. Both women were excited and sexually aroused at the prospect of returning to the place they had first met. Although they had time to dally a bit before departing, they decided that it might be more exciting to wait until they arrived at Castleton before having sex. After all, Castleton was all about sex in all its wonderful and perverted ways, why not wait and enjoy the many pleasures that await them there. They placed their bags in the car and drove off. 

It was late afternoon when they turned into the long driveway to the Great House Castleton. The thickly wooded grounds hid the house from casual drivers who drove by the gates. Their key card opened the gates and they drove onto the grounds. Both of them were happy to return and anxious to renew their friendships with other members of the Order. Without speaking both had been thinking about Mistress Darla's visit and her potential for mischief, or worse. "Mistress," asked Alteisha, "Have you thought about our mutual acquaintance?"

"Oh yes, I've been thinking about Octavian since I received his letter," replied Florence with a twinkle in her eye. 

"No, Mistress, not the Grand Master. I was thinking of Mistress Darla," Alteisha said.

"I know what you meant. I was just teasing, my wonderful and beautiful Slave," said Florence, "Darla will not be a problem. Mistress Lira took care of anything that needed to be done. Darla won't bother either of us. If she tries to take you…you have permission to refuse, because you will be my private and personal Slave. She'll understand that," Florence explained as the Great House came into view. 

They stopped at the massive front entrance and waited while a Helper opened the car doors. Florence gave the Helper the car keys and he quickly opened the trunk to bring the bags to their room. Florence and Alteisha went inside and were greeted warmly by Mistress Lea. She took them to the chambers reserved for Mistress Florence and showed them inside the spacious suite. Lea reminded them that dinner was at seven o'clock and took her leave.

"Mistress, may I shower before dinner?" asked Alteisha.

"Only if you take your Mistress with you," teased Florence as the two women nearly tore off their clothes in their enthusiasm to race to the shower. The water was warm and splashed freely over their naked bodies. Florence stood on tiptoes to reach Alteisha to kiss her mouth. Her Slave then dropped to her knees to lick at her Mistress's cunt. "Wow, we better slow down or we will miss dinner," gasped Florence as she stopped her Slave from exacting an orgasm from her. Alteisha smiled as she embraced her Mistress and kissed her longingly again, intertwining their tongues.

"I love you, Mistress," Alteisha whispered in her Mistress's ear.

"I love you too, Alteisha," Florence sighed. She smiled at her Slave and then teased her. "Do you love me so much that you no longer want any big cock fucking your cunt? Do you want to never suck another cock again, or lick someone else's sweet clitty? Do you love me that much?"

"Well, Mistress, I do love you so much that the only way those naughty things will happen, to me, is if I'm raped or something," smiled Alteisha. 

"Will you struggle fiercely, against anyone trying to rape you, my darling?" Florence teased her.

"Yes, Mistress, I will fight fiercely, for at least two seconds, before I surrender to the rapists' awful lust," Alteisha playfully replied. They laughed and sensually helped each other bathe, with playful attention paid to nipples and clits. Alteisha shaved her Mistress's cunt, legs and armpits and did the same for herself. They rinsed the soap lather and hair from their bodies, dried themselves and dressed for dinner at Castleton. 

Florence wore a net strap outfit of black leather that fully exposed her tits and cunt. She selected a pair of knee high boots, with four-inch heels, and attached a riding crop, a leather strap with a paddle to her leather net Dominatrix garb. Florence donned her red satin Members robe to complete her ensemble. Alteisha's outfit was much less complex consisting of only her Slaves collar and white robe trimmed with red. Satisfied that they were ready, the Mistress and her Slave left their chambers to descend to the dining room. 




Castleton Ch. 15



Inside the dining room Florence was reunited with her fellow Masters and Mistresses. Alteisha moved quietly at her side, neither speaking nor partaking of refreshments, as was expected of Slaves. At nearly the same time, both Florence and Alteisha saw Mistress Darla across the room. Darla gave them a quick smile, nodded then turned her direction back to the group she was with. 

Florence grinned quickly at Alteisha and, as if to set her Slave at ease, she clipped a leash to Alteisha's Slave collar and held it fast in her hand. Grand Master Octavian spotted them and left the group he was talking with, and quickly made his way toward them. "Mistress Florence," he said as he embraced Florence and kissed her on the cheek. "How nice to see you again, my sweet Florence. I have truly missed you," he kissed her again, but this time on the lips. 

"And the lovely Slave, Alteisha. You look simply ravishing. I must make sure that I get the opportunity to ravish you both as soon as possible. Perhaps together, wouldn't that be wonderful?" Octavian whispered something in Florence's ear and she nodded as he smiled and left to greet other arrivals.

A Helper rang the dinner chimes calling the Masters and Mistresses to dinner. The Members took their seats, and their Slaves kneeled at their sides, all awaiting the Grand Masters toast. Octavian rose to pay homage to the assembled Members with a toast. "Ladies and Gentlemen Members of our Order. I welcome you all to the initiation of a new class of Novices to be trained in our arts. I toast the wisdom of your selections, and sponsorships of the Novices that will renew this centuries old tradition in the morning. 

"Each of you that have sponsored a Novice, have in effect, assured that our Order will continue, flourish and prosper well into the future. All of the Members thank you for seeking out and delivering new potential members, to share and participate in the splendor of this Order. I, and the Members, Helpers and Slaves living at Castleton, toast your magnificent efforts and thank you from the bottom of our hearts." The Members raised and drank from their wine goblets, then roundly applauded their Grand Master. 

When the applause died down, Octavian held up his hands and waited for quiet. When the dining room was silent, a solemn look crossed his handsome face. "Dear Members," he began, "this summers conclave also marks my last as your Grand Master." A rush of mumbling and whispered talking filled the room as he held up again his hands to quiet the assembled Members. When quiet was restored he continued. "I have been posted to St. Petersburg, in Russia, by the needs of my business. Although I could continue wearing the mantle of Grand Master for life, it would not be in the interests of the Order to do so. I could not devote full time to the duties of my current office. Hence, I could not, in good conscience, continue to hold this office and title,

"Of course, I would continue as a Member, participate as much as I can with the Order's Chapters in Russia. Hopefully, I will be able, from time to time, to visit Castleton and see many of you on those occasions." Octavian paused to let his announcement sink in to the silent Membership. 

"Therefore," he continued, "I will call for you to submit names of potential candidates to be placed before a special commission, that I will create, to select your next leader. The only caution that must guide you is that the individual you select could be your leader for life. Choose wisely! Your decision carries with it nothing less than the survival of the Order. I will appoint the special commission this weekend. 

"As you know, no member of the selection commission may be selected as the Leader. Therefore, if you have any desire to be selected as the Leader, then you must decline to serve on the special commission, if asked. Finally, the new Leader will be announced at the banquet following the last Novice's Ordeal," he paused again. The Members voices filled the dining room with the buzzing sound of many people talking at once. "Now, let's dine and welcome in the new Novitiate season." 

Octavian sat down and motioned to the Helpers to begin serving. Alteisha looked up at her Mistress as if to ask a question, but Florence shook her head slightly, indicating that she was not to speak. Alteisha lowered her eyes to her bowl that lay on the floor in front of her knees. As the Helper served Mistress Florence her plate, she cut a piece of the prime rib, took the piece of meat in her fingers, rubbed it in her cunt and dropped it into Alteisha's Slave bowl. Alteisha quickly picked up the meat and ate it. The other Masters and Mistresses also fed their Slaves in a similar manner throughout the dinner. 

The Members dined and drank well into the evening, with several Masters providing entertainment through the humiliation and submission of their Slaves. Several male Slaves, were ordered to masturbate into their food bowls or into another Slaves bowl. Some female Slaves fellated other Masters and male Slaves until the dinner slowly degenerated towards an orgy. As the Helpers cleared the room of the dining service, Octavian rose to bid goodnight to the revelers and left the dining room for his chambers.

Mistress Florence calmly watched the orgy unfolding and held tightly to Alteisha's leash. Florence declined several requests to offer Alteisha to other Masters or Mistresses, and similarly declined to participate in the orgy herself. She watched for nearly half an hour then bid the other member's goodnight as she guided Alteisha out of the dining room by the leash on her collar. 

They climbed the stairs to their chambers and went inside. "Refresh yourself, Alteisha. The Grand Master has asked that we visit him in his chambers," Florence told her Slave. Now Alteisha knew what Octavian had whispered on her Mistress's ear when he greeted them earlier in the evening. She and her Mistress cleansed themselves and prepared for their call on Octavian. Alteisha watched as her Mistress removed all of her makeup and she followed Florence's lead. 

The removal of the makeup could only mean a session would take place. The lack of makeup allowed one to sweat profusely without the worry of mascara running, or similar problems caused by makeup. Alteisha wondered why her Mistress had also cleansed her makeup. It could only mean that Florence would participate in the session, but not as someone in charge. Florence knew that her Slave had realized what was happening, smiled at her quickly then kissed and hugged her. 

Alteisha did not say anything. She knew that Mistress Florence had been selected as Octavian's Slave following her Ordeal. Octavian obviously wanted another session with Florence, perhaps his last since he would be leaving the country soon. However, she was unsure why Florence was also taking her along. Maybe it was her way of keeping her out of Mistress Darla's way, at any rate she would soon know. Florence removed all of her Domme garb and was completely naked beneath her red satin robe. Alteisha too, was naked under her Slaves robe.

The two women moved quickly toward the Grand Master's chambers in the Great House. They encountered no one on the way. Finally, they stopped at the Grand Master's door. Mistress Florence knocked on the door and waited. Octavian opened the door himself and embraced his former Slave and kissed her deeply, enwining their tongues. He released her and bade them both to enter, closing the door behind him. Immediately, Alteisha dropped to her knees and looked down at the floor. 

She felt Octavian's flaccid cock rub against her cheek and she turned to kiss the bulbous head, briefly lick at his huge balls then move to kiss and lick his bare feet. Octavian acknowledged the homage by patting Alteisha's head, taking her hand and helping her rise to her feet. He led her to the platform and had her drop her robe to stand naked on the platform. He motioned to Florence and she quickly fastened wrist restraints onto her Slave and secured them to chains hanging from the ceiling. Florence placed ankle restraints on Alteisha, spread her legs then secured the restraints to steel rings embedded in the platform floor.

Octavian put his finger between Alteisha's cuntlips, rubbed it about, and then placed it in his mouth to taste the succulence of her marvelous cunt. Next, he disrobed Florence and placed wrist and ankle restraints on her naked body and fastened her to another pair of chains that hung down from the ceiling. Florence stood facing Alteisha, separated by only a few inches. They could easily move their bodies together to touch each other, but could not free themselves of their bonds. 

Sensuously, he ran his fingertips over their bodies, pausing to tweak their nipples and pull slightly at their cuntlips. The bound women were becoming very sexually aroused, and the wetness in their cunts told Octavian that they would soon be ready for the session. He heightened their anxiety by placing various leather whips, straps and clamps where the two women could see them. Octavian selected a wide leather strap, wheeled it about his head and brought it down hard on Florence's asscheeks. The ferocity of the blow startled both women, especially Florence. The next few blows were equally divided between Florence and Alteisha until both women were openly sobbing.

Octavian nodded to Florence and she moved her body against her Slave and kissed her full on the lips. Alteisha eagerly returned the kiss and soon their tongues were entwined as they licked and kissed one another. Florence heard a rustle in a dark corner of the room and she wheeled her head about to see a kneeling form in the darkness. She thought that it must be Octavian's current Slave. Alteisha too, had heard the rustle and was straining to see who was kneeling in the darkness. 

Octavian, obviously pleased that they had noticed the form in the corner, called out to the individual to come into the light. The form rose and walked naked into the glaring spotlight flooding the platform. It was Mistress Darla! Both Florence and Alteisha's heart gave a start, at the sight of the woman who had hurt Alteisha so savagely at Florence's home. "Select a whip, Darla," Octavian ordered her. Darla chose a long braided leather buggy whip and stepped onto the platform. 

Both Florence and Alteisha's hearts were beating heavily beneath their breasts, as fear overtook them, at the sight of Darla with a whip in her hands, and both of them bound and helpless before her. "Good choice, Darla," said Octavian as he took the whip from her and struck an obviously frightened Alteisha across the ass leaving a rising welt. "Now lick the hurt from the welt," he commanded her. Darla dropped to her knees behind Alteisha and ran her tongue along the length of the welt, soothing the rising ache within it. 

Octavian prodded Darla with the tip of the whip and she smoothly ran her tongue across the Slaves ass cheek, to the crack of her ass. Slowly, Darla's tongue moved down the cleft of Alteisha's ass, to rest on the Slaves asshole. Languidly, Darla's tongue rested on Alteisha's asshole and she began to lick and probe at it, trying to part the sphincter with her tongue. With great effort Darla pushed hard and managed to admit the tip of her tongue into the tight sphincter. She rolled her tongue about and Alteisha was visibly in rapture from the tongue invading her asshole.

Alteisha looked lovingly at her bound Mistress and her eyes rolled with pleasure at the wonderful sensations visited upon her by Mistress Darla. Florence swayed her body against her beautiful Slave and kissed her deeply. As they kissed, Octavian resumed his assault on Florence's asscheeks with the whip Darla had given him. The two bound women continued to kiss, then licked and sucked at each others tongues while one reveled in pleasure and the other writhed in pain. 

Alteisha was quickly building toward orgasm, while Florence steeled herself to receive the bites of the whip on the back of her thighs. The welts grew rapidly, matching the growth of the urges to cum, deep in Alteisha's loins. The sexual magnificence of Darla's tongue was more than she could bear and Alteisha erupted in a powerful orgasm, that momentarily left her slumped in her chains. 

Octavian motioned to Darla to move behind Mistress Florence and begin tonguing of her asshole, just as she had done to Alteisha. Darla set to her task, beginning with the licking of Florence's welts to soothe their aching. Florence relished the wet silky tongue flowing over and into her asshole. Octavian positioned himself behind the recovering Slave Alteisha, and he gave her a tightlipped smile as the whip stung her flesh. 

She cried out and bucked as the whip found its target again and again on her lovely ass and thighs. This time it was Alteisha who reached out to her Mistress, to be kissed and loved through her ordeal from the Grand Masters whip. As the bound women exchanged kisses and entwined their tongues, the pain grew more intense for Alteisha, and Florence was quickly writhing in pleasure toward orgasm. Crying out in a sea of pleasure, Florence exploded in a devastating orgasm, brought forth by Darla's tongue penetrating her asshole.

Octavian put the whip down and selected the leather strap again. The strap permitted him to strike with greater force without breaking the skin, as would happen with the whip. He positioned Darla between the chained women and set her to licking and sucking Alteisha's cunt. Next, he selected nipple clamps joined together with elastic cords. He fitted a clamp on Alteisha's left nipple and the other end to Florence's left nipple as they faced each other. Next he attached nipple clamps from the right nipples of Florence and Alteisha to each of Darla's nipples, as she kneeled between the bound women, sucking Alteisha's cunt. Darla reached up to grasp both of Alteisha's asscheeks to pull her cunt tight against her mouth. Octavian moved Florence forward, to place her cunt against the back of Darla's head, and Florence began to rub her cunt against Darla's sweat matted hair. 

As the pleasure mounted in Alteisha's cunt, she once again hungrily kissed her Mistress's lips and sucked at her tongue. The nipple clamps hurt, but in a good sort of way, that heightened the pleasure of all three women. Octavian allowed them to indulge one another for a few minutes. When he knew they were no longer thinking about the strap in his hand, he savagely hammered the strap against Florence's asscheeks. 

She screamed from the sudden pain and jerked back jostling her body in violent spasms. Florence's jerking movements caused the elastic cords on the nipple clamps to stretch tightly, brutally pulling and pinching each of the women's nipples. All of them moaned at the sudden pain being visited on their nipples. Octavian kept strapping Florence's ass and thighs, as Alteisha came from Darla's tongue licking her clit. He continued wielding the strap until Florence too, came hard from rubbing her cunt against the back of Darla's head.

Without adjusting the nipple clamps, Octavian had Darla turn her body toward Florence and ordered her to suck her cunt. The nipple clamps twisted and pulled savagely on all the women's nipples, increasing their torment, pain and pleasure. He pushed Alteisha's cunt against Darla's head and told her to rub hard against the sweat matted hair. As Alteisha complied, Octavian brought the strap hard against Alteisha's ass again, causing the jerking and pulling of their bodies and the corresponding persecution of their nipples. 

Octavian continued the strapping hence the torment of their nipples, until both Florence and Alteisha rocked their bodies in violent orgasms. Leaving the two bound women slumping in their chains, Octavian moved Darla out from between them and bound her wrists and ankles together. He placed a leather belt around her waist and fastened it to a chain suspended from the ceiling. Darla was completely bound. Her cunt, clit and asshole completely exposed to the Grand Masters whims. The nipple clamps remained in place, but fully stretched, thus continuing their assault on the three women's nipples.

Satisfied that Darla was securely bound, Octavian produced a device with three alligator clips projecting from a common center on elastic bands. He clasped an alligator clip on each of the bound women's clitoris to increase his pleasure and their torment. Darla's cunt was extremely wet with her juices from her sexual engagement with both Florence and Alteisha. Octavian displayed a massive hard-on and he rubbed the bulbous cockhead in Darla's cunt fluids. Next, he placed the tip of his cock on Darla's asshole and slowly pushed against the tight sphincter fighting to repel the intruder. Darla strained and jerked trying to avoid the penetration, causing the women piercing pain from the nipple and clit clamps. 

They all moaned from the torment, then Darla screamed and bucked as the massive cock fiercely pushed the sphincter aside and buried itself deep into her ass. Octavian grabbed Darla's hips and pulled her into him with each thrust of his enormous cock. The pain in her ass slowly transformed into pleasure, as he fucked her without letup. He kept pulling at her body causing the alligator clip to painfully terrorize her clitoris, thus reducing her ability to cum from the wonderful ass fucking he was giving her.

Octavian's own lust, however, was mounting with each thrust of his cock deeply into her ass. Suddenly he groaned as his cock was poised to erupt. Quickly he pulled his cock out of her ass and moved in front of Darla's face. As she looked up to see why he stopped, Octavian exploded in a torrent of semen that splashed against her lips and nose, cascading all over her face. 

He kept spewing his seed as she opened her mouth to receive and swallow as much as she could, considering the way that she was bound. Octavian's cock finished cumming and he rubbed it in the thickening semen on Darla's face, covering his shaft and cockhead with his seed. He turned toward Florence and Alteisha, mounted a small stool, and offered his cum covered cock to them both. The Slave and her Mistress licked at the thick, pearly nectar until they cleansed their Grand Master of all the semen offered them. 

The Grand Master moved to Darla and scooped the remaining cum from her face with his finger and placed it into her open mouth. Darla eagerly accepted the nectar and dreaded what she knew would follow. Octavian took up the whip and moved behind Darla again. She closed her eyes and braced herself as the whip struck fiercely on her asscheeks breaking the skin. She screamed in pain as the blood seeped slowly from the forming welt. 

He struck her several times, breaking the skin each time he struck her. Florence watched as cut after cut opened upon the helpless ass being pummeled before her. Darla's screams and shrieks were indescribably deafening, as the obviously torturous pain racked and jarred her ravished body. The tears were literally spilling from Darla's eyes, as Florence felt her own eyes welling up with tears. 

"Enough, Grand Master!" shouted Florence. Octavian was momentarily stunned by her command. He turned to face this wisp of a woman who dared command him. 

"What?" he asked incredulously, the whip at his side.

"Octavian, I said that you have punished Mistress Darla enough," Florence replied with a stoic will in her voice. "Please release me, so that I may tend to our wounded sister, Grand Master." Octavian smiled and a warm glow slowly covered his face. He dropped the whip and removed Florence's restraints. When she was free of the restraints, she removed the nipple and clit clamps from herself and the other women. 

Florence freed Darla and helped lay her face down on Octavian's bed. She returned to the platform and released Alteisha, instructing her to fetch towels and ice. Next, she returned to Darla, who was sobbing on the bed, and began to lick the welts and broken skin to soothe the burning hurt. Alteisha burst into the chamber with the ice and towels and quickly applied the ice to the welts. Florence made a large ice pack with the towels and placed it on Mistress Darla's welted and bleeding ass. 




Castleton Ch. 15



The sigh emitted from Darla's lips told everyone that worst seemed to be over. Florence moved to Octavian, embraced him and kissed him dearly. "Thank you, my darling Grand Master. I am truly sorry that I shouted and was brazen enough to command you. I am ready to be punished now." Florence moved towards the platform when Octavian's firm hand grasped her arm and gently pulled her to him.

"Dearest Florence," he said, "you always find a way to remind me of how much I love you." He embraced her again and said aloud to her, "You deserve no punishment…only admiration of your compassion for your sister, Mistress Darla. I learned much this evening. You are wonderful! I shall remember tonight, always."

Mistress Florence regained her Mistress composure and ordered Alteisha to tidy up the Grand Masters chambers while she ministered to Darla. Octavian poured four glasses of cool wine and bade each of them to drink a nightcap with him. They all drank deeply and the women took their leave of their Grand Master. Florence and Alteisha supported Mistress Darla, as they helped her to reach her room. Inside they washed and dressed her wounds and tucked her into bed. Darla began to cry as she looked up at Mistress Florence and her former Slave Alteisha. "Do you hurt so deeply, Darla?" asked Florence, "I'll call the doctor to come examine you."

"No, Florence, I'm all right. I'm crying because you are so wonderful. Again you saved me, this time at great risk to yourself. Thankfully it was Octavian, and not some other Master who would not be wise enough to recognize that your challenge was just. You saved me when you asked me to give Alteisha to you, so I could dally with another less deserving Slave, who is now gone, I might add. You saved me again, at your home, from savagely hurting someone I love, our darling Slave Alteisha. And tonight, you saved me from the richly deserved wrath of the Grand Master, for my detestable behavior at your house. Thank you, Florence. I shall never forget it. Can either of you ever forgive me?" Darla said truthfully, as her tears continued to flow.

"Of course, Darla. I forgive you," Florence told her with a tear in her own eye.

"I forgive you, Mistress Darla," Alteisha said as she broke into tears, embraced and kissed her former Mistress profusely. 

Florence felt a great happiness in her heart. How wonderful this evening turned out. She sat on the bed and took Mistress Darla's hand in her own. "Alteisha, why don't you go into Mistress Darla's bathroom and shower while I sit with her. When you are dry, come out and help Mistress Darla through the night." Darla's eyes filled with tears again and Alteisha quickly moved to the bathroom to shower. When she finished she returned to the bedroom to see Florence still holding Darla's hand. 

Mistress Florence smiled at Alteisha, stood up and held open the bedcovers so Alteisha could slip her naked body next to Mistress Darla. "I'll see you both for breakfast," she kissed them both and left closing the door behind her. Before the door fully closed, Alteisha had taken one of Mistress Darla's nipples in her mouth and with her hand, was fingering her former Mistress's cunt and clit. Mistress Florence felt good about how things had worked out and she was lighthearted as she knocked softly on Octavian's door, then without waiting for an answer, she entered. 

Epilogue

The summer at Castleton passed, with the Novices successfully completing their training and their individual ordeals. Octavian spent a great deal of his remaining time in the United States, with Florence. He visited her and spent several weeks at her home, where they vacationed, interacted and engaged in many mutual domination sessions. They returned to Castleton together on the Labor Day weekend, to watch the last two Ordeals in which Gordon and Maureen were the 'stars'. 

Following the session with Florence, Darla and Alteisha, Octavian had elevated Alteisha to the position of Mistress in spite of her protests, which she quickly set aside. The Selection Committee, appointed by Octavian, included Mistress Darla, who was instrumental in nominating and electing Mistress Florence as the Order's first Grand Mistress. Florence graciously accepted the Order's leadership to the applause and gratitude of all of the Members.

Mistress Darla selected Maureen as her new Slave. Mistress Alteisha selected Gordon as the Slave to serve her every need. As Grand Mistress, Florence moved to take permanent residence at Castleton, hence she gave her home to Alteisha. Florence continued to employ Gordon as her financial manager. Darla and Maureen stayed at Castleton with their Grand Mistress, who assumed the chambers previously occupied by Octavian. 

Grand Mistress Florence welcomed Mistress Alteisha and her Slave Gordon often, as visitors to Castleton where she, Alteisha, Gordon, Darla and Maureen held many joint corrective and discipline sessions. Robert sometimes joined them. The other Members sometimes affectionately called the six of them 'The Entourage'. From time to time, Octavian would spend weekends at Castleton, when his business travels brought him to the United States. Those weekends were the most memorable for Grand Mistress Florence and her 'Entourage'.

Life was good for all of these Members of the Order of the Marquis. Each of them found happiness in the life they chose, which combined the pleasures and pain that the lifestyle offered, in a way that only the Members of the Order could fully understand. Perhaps at some future date the Grand Mistress will allow other tales of life in the Order to be told to those that so need to know them. But alas, those are other tales.

The End

Note: This Chapter concludes the Castleton Series of Stories…(Perhaps?). 

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Castleton Ch. 1



Jon lost all sense of time, as the pain became unbearable. His sore balls were seared and burned from the beating they were receiving. He drifted toward the nether world, as he sensed that he was losing consciousness from the pain. From a distance he seemed to hear himself screaming violently, as he blissfully drifted into unconsciousness. His last wakeful knowledge was the painful strokes being visited on his balls. Then, there was nothing.

Continued at Chapter 2

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Castleton Ch. 2



Chapter 2: The Novices

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Jon awoke to the sound of knocking at the door. He was naked, but not bound. The restraints were gone and there was no evidence of any sexual activity, other than the occasional spot of semen staining the bedclothes. He was aware of a very painful ache in his groin. His balls were purple from being beaten with the leather paddle. Each movement was a torment for him, but he managed to drag himself off the bed and move towards the door. Steadying himself along the wall, he grasped the doorknob for support. With great effort he unlocked the door and opened it. Mistress Lea stood impatiently at the door tapping her booted toe while she waited. 

"Hurry." she said, "You have only a few minutes before your next appointment." She shook her head with exasperation, placed a collar on his neck, and attached a guide chain around his balls. Ignoring his aching balls, she pulled roughly on the chain as she led him down the hall to his next appointment. Mistress Lea brought him into a small lecture room with a stage and bed at the front. There were six rows of elevated seats in the room. Eight women sat in the first two rows, each with a dark hooded robe over their heads. 

Jon felt humiliated at his nakedness and the swelling in his balls. He could not see the women clearly, as the lights were shining on the stage, where he would soon be performing perverted sexual acts. He could hear them softly discussing his nakedness, the size of his cock and the obviously swollen balls, hanging beneath the massive cock, in a flaccid state. Judging by the sound of their voices, he figured that the women were young. His instincts were correct. Mistress Lea bade them all welcome, then asked them to remove their hoods. Jon judged them to be somewhere between their early twenties and thirty years old. The young women were well shaped with firm bodies.

"As you already know, I am Mistress Lea," she began, "and this pathetic creature's Slave name is Jon. By the colorful condition of his balls, you can see, a Mistress has recently disciplined him. No matter, there is no rest for the wicked." She said with a laugh. "Each of you ladies has been widowed, divorced or otherwise without a rewarding sexual relationship for at least one year or more. Some of you have done without rewarding sex for up to three years. This orientation class will allow you to re-acquaint yourselves with the world of both dominant, and submissive, sexual pleasures." Lea grasped Jon's cock and began to fondle it as she spoke to the ladies about their opportunity to awaken their sexual urges again. "You were selected because most of you were judged to be capable of eventually becoming stern and loving Mistresses. That will serve our cause and yours as well. Some of you will remain submissives until you are ready to become Mistresses. Some others of you will remain submissives for the rest of your lives." 

Jon's cock began to swell in rhythm with the soft strokes of Mistress Lea's attentiveness. He winced as she hefted his balls and presented them to the assembled ladies. "Before we get started, I want each of you in turn, to stand, drop your robe, state your Novice name, tell us why you are enrolled in this class and then sit down. This way we get to know something about each other and begin to grow our friendships. Lets begin with you." Mistress said, pointing to the lady nearest her. 

The woman got up, hesitated a moment, then dropped her robe and stood naked. She was tall, with washed out blond hair, a well-shaped body. She had large breasts that swung nicely under their weight, large areolas and hard upright nipples. "I am Ella, I'm twenty eight years old and I've been widowed four years. I've always felt that submission and dominance was for me." She stated and sat down. Mistress Lea thanked her and thought that Ella would do well as a Novice. 

"My name is June. I'm twenty-three, and my lover jilted me for another girl. I'm never going to be in that position again. This seems the way to gain that assurance." June was of medium height, with small perky breasts, small pink nipples, long brunette hair and a heavy black bush about her cunt. Lea thanked her and looked to the next woman. "I'm Myrna, twenty-five, and a widow for two years. My husband and I enjoyed dominance and bondage games. I miss him, and the games, very much. Perhaps this way I can re-live some of those good times." Her body was well shaped, like a model, with average size breasts and inverted nipples. She was shorter than the first two women and had closely cropped light brown hair.

"Hello, my name is Ruth and I'm twenty six. I'm here because I don't have a current relationship and my most intimate fantasy has always been domination. I'm finally going to find out if this lifestyle is for me." Lea smiled, remembering her own beginnings with domination. Ruth was a real blonde with soft cunt hair, average sized breasts, that needed no bra to hold them up and well shaped large nipples. 

"Forgive me but I have never been naked before with more than one person." The next lady said shyly. "I'm---I'm ------Florence. I am twenty-three. I'm here because I need something more than the usual sexual relationship. I think this is it, but we'll know soon enough. I was hoping that---that--." She stammered. 

"That's fine, Florence." The Mistress interrupted. "You'll do very nicely. We're all glad you're here." She reassured her. "I don't know about others, but I like a shy Dominatrix. It's like a paradox or an oxymoron. I'm positive our Members will just love it. You'll love too, after your submissive phase ends." Florence was outwardly shy, her cunt was clean-shaven, firm small, but not tiny, tits with hard erect nipples. She was a small woman with light brown hair and a deliciously hard body. Lea sensed that Florence might surprise them all.

The next two women stood jointly and dropped their robes. It was obvious that they were twins. Tall, slim, very white skin, green eyes, with dark red hair on both their heads and cunts. "I'm Dixie, and my twin sister is Tricia. Yes, they do like to call us Dixie and Trixie. We're twenty-seven, as of yesterday, unattached except to each other, and we just love to fuck, suck and do anything sexual. The more unusual the better." She confessed with a grin. Their tits were large, but gravity was not taking its toll and their breasts were very firm. Their nipples were outrageously extended and thick. 

"Well, ladies, I guess that says it all." Lea said with a laugh. The last lady stood very tall, nearly six feet without shoes. She removed her robe revealing a beautiful light chocolate body with near perfect tits, large dark areolas and perfectly shaped hard nipples. Her hair was done in a short Afro and her cunt was clean-shaven.

"My name is Alteisha. I love to make love to women, fuck men and whip-ass on wimps!" She declared. "I am thirty years young and can out fuck the lot of you. I'm here to fuck, eat cunts and cocks, whip and get whipped!" She said and sat down.

"Well, Alteisha, succinctly stated." Said Lea. "Thank you for those introductions, ladies. Now that I know just a bit about each of you, we'll continue. As you may know," Lea continued, "each male has five major erogenous zones from which you may take your pleasure. They are his cock, balls, nipples, asshole and mouth. Each of these are designed to provide you with enjoyment. There is, however, a sixth zone, which will please you to the utmost, even as it causes Slaves pleasure mixed with pain.

The sixth zone is their skin. The skin on their ass, legs, thighs, back, arms, hands feet, balls and cock. When you apply the whip, cane or paddle to these areas the pleasure is mostly yours, but with training the Slave also learns to be pleased through corrections of their behavior. We will deal more with corrections and disciplines later in your education. Today, I want you to become reacquainted with the five erogenous zones you once knew so well. I want each of you to come forward and fondle Jon's cock, balls and nipples."

One by one the women approached Jon and fondled him. Jon's cock had now become engorged with blood and was rock hard to their touch. He winced tenderly as they played with his balls, but all of them took extra care to avoid aggressive fondling. Mistress Lea bade them masturbate him and play with, or suck his nipples. Their hands and fingers felt good on Jon's cock and chest. He especially liked it when they sucked and rubbed his nipples, or rolled them between their thumbs and forefingers. 

The ladies became excited as they played with him and he could see their cunts becoming wet with desire. One of the ladies, Ella, grasped his cock dropped to her knees and kissed the swollen cockhead. She licked over the cock head and behind the rim, then took it into her mouth and sucked it, while running her tongue all about the head. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at the other women watching her and exclaimed, "God that tastes good! I haven't done that for so fucking long!"

"Don't take all the goodies, Ella." The Mistress told her. "The others need to get some too." Mistress Lea sensed that the ladies sexual appetites were aroused enough to lead them into more adventurous territory. "It's for the Slave to pleasure you until you are all completely sated, then perhaps, we may see to his needs." She continued and commanded Jon to lay down on the bed. " Ella, I want you to mount him and sit on his face." She told the woman that had briefly sucked Jon's cock. The woman, completely naked, mounted Jon's face. The lust glowed vividly in her eyes, as she straddled Jon's chest and pushed her wet cunt onto his waiting mouth. 

Jon began by running his tongue along each side of her outer cuntlips. She moaned in pleasure as he continued to lick and gently bite her cuntlips. He reached up and started to rub and tweak her nipples, which had become hard and protruded outward nearly a half an inch. He parted her cuntlips with his tongue and ran it several times the full length of her cunt, but avoided her swelling clitoris. 

Ella ground her sex into his mouth trying to get him to place his tongue on her clit. The more she would gyrate to force him onto her clit, the more Jon avoided it. "Suck my clit, god damn you!" she cried, as her gyrations continued. Jon persisted in building her desire, by sucking at her labia and avoiding her fully swollen clitoris. An ever so slight nod from the Mistress told Jon to go after her clit and he obeyed, instantly.

The moment his tongue flicked across her clit, she groaned loudly and grasped his head pulling him hard against her cunt. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she closed her eyelids to privately enjoy the pleasure of his tongue on her throbbing clitoris. She swayed with his servicing rhythm and strained to avoid coming, thus enjoying the pleasure all the more. The others watching, were beginning to feel their cunts getting wetter and aching for the same service being administered to Ella. Mistress Lea read their minds, as she too felt a pang of desire, watching Ella receive her pleasure. 

"Ladies, help yourselves!" As she guided one of the ladies to her knees and gently pushed her face into the crotch of another. "Don't deny yourselves. This why you're here. Do it now" she commanded. The two women she had joined together quickly disrobed and fell to the floor. The one on her back swiftly pulled her classmate's head onto her cunt. Without further instruction, her lover thrust a tongue into the waiting and throbbing cunt.

The others began to couple and fondle each other's sex. Some dropped to their knees to suck the cunt offered them. Others lay down and inverted themselves into the sixty-nine position to mutually enjoy sucking each other's cunts. One woman was left without a partner. Mistress Lea felt sorry for her and motioned her to come to her. 

She guided the woman to her knees and selflessly permitted her to worship and suck, her wet cunt. The Mistress looked about the room at the women sucking each other's cunts and tits. The woman on Jon's mouth was nearing climax, and she exploded in a mind rendering orgasm, punctuated by her screams, as she savored her first great cum in years. The others were joining her in climaxing from the tongues lapping at their clitorises. 

The ladies continued to pleasure one another to multiple orgasms, including the one riding Jon's face. Lea too enjoyed several orgasms from her pupil dutifully sucking at her clitoris. She was pleased at her pupil's accomplishments and applauded them. All had come except the lady sucking her cunt. Lea laid her down and directed each of the ladies to put their tongues on her clitoris until each of them made her cum. " See," she told the reclining woman, "I've saved the best for last! You get to enjoy them all." The woman smiled her thanks, threw her head back and enjoyed the first of many orgasms.

When all the ladies had been satisfied, Mistress Lea returned them to their seats. "Now that you have been reacquainted with lust and pleasure, it's time to move on to newer pleasures. One of you tasted our male Slave for just a few moments," she reminded them, "now it's time, among other things, for each of you to suck this magnificent cock we have at our disposal." She took Jon by his cock and roughly pulled him to a standing position. She placed two pedestals about a yard apart and locked them into place on the stage. Jon was ordered to stand with a foot on each pedestal. Next, she lowered a chain from the ceiling and clasped Jon's wrists into the leather restraints attached to the chain. 

She tested the restraints and was satisfied that Jon could not escape, and pulled the chain taut, until Jon was fully extended with a foot on each pedestal. Mistress Lea then tightly fastened Jon's ankles to the pedestals. Jon lowered his head to accommodate his Mistress, knowing that a gag would come next. Lea sneered slightly as she acknowledged Jon's submission and abject helplessness. She placed a ball gag on his mouth and fastened the buckle tightly behind his head. Now, Jon could not cry out, but only groan, moan and endure the torments, and pleasures, to come.

"Novices," began Mistress Lea, "we have before us our miserable Slave who exists, and is here solely, to serve us for our pleasure. The Slave is totally helpless. Although we will visit many torments on his body, rest assured that he craves the pain and lust we shall provide him. He has suffered much today, at the hands of another Mistress, yet he has more discipline and corrections to receive. Intertwined with the torments, will be pleasures, which both he and we, shall enjoy. 

"You may pity him, if you must, but be assured he is here to receive these corrections and disciplines of his own free will." She reached out to clasp his balls cruelly in her hand. "Yes," she continued, "these male ornaments have been administered to and are visibly sore, but no matter, they shall ache much more before we are pleased and satisfied." Jon winced with pain as Lea squeezed and twisted his balls while smiling at both his torment, and her students.

" First, he is not to cum until I wish him to!" she declared. "We will bring him to the brink of cumming an infinite number of times before I consent, if at all, to his miserable orgasm. His coming," she explained, "is incidental. Our coming is the only priority! If he comes it is only for our pleasure, not his!"

Lea brought her pupils onto the stage and formed them in a semi-circle behind Jon. She pulled apart Jon's asscheeks, revealing his wrinkled pinkish brown asshole. Instinctively Jon drew his asshole in tight for just a second, then relaxed submissively to await his fate. Lea told two of the ladies to each pull open and hold an asscheek, so she may gain access to Jon's rear orifice. They readily complied and eagerly awaited their Mistress's next action. Lea produced a long thick, strong rubber band. She tied a knot in the rubber band and placed one end of the rubber band on Jon's asshole. 

Lea stretched the other end back as far as it would go, smiled wickedly at her pupils and released it to smartly strike Jon's asshole. He groaned in pain as it stung his asshole and braced for the next assault he knew was coming. Lea drew back and released the band again and again, raining stinging blows unmercifully on Jon's asshole. She continued as the moans streamed forth from her gagged victim. When tears began to roll down her Slaves cheeks she stopped and grinned with satisfaction at her handiwork. Her pupils applauded as Jon hung painfully from his restraints.

"There was no specific reason for my beating his asshole with this rubber band," Lea explained, "I just thought of it and wanted to do it, so I did! It was not a planned part of this session. But that is a great part of the pleasure for both the Slave and myself. Not knowing what comes next, only that it will bring pain, but also bring pleasure." The Mistress opened a cabinet at the rear of the stage and withdrew a leather dildo butt plug.

It was about ten inches in length and nearly two and a half inches in diameter. "Guess where this will go, ladies." She said as she began to rub the phallic object with a perfumed lubricant. When she was satisfied with the state of lubrication on the dildo, she placed the tip gently at Jon's asshole, paused a moment for effect, then cruelly drove the instrument deep into Jon's asshole. He groaned and winced with both pain and pleasure. "Whatever you might think," she told the ladies, "he really likes this butt plug phallus. In fact he wears it often while he is here at this facility each weekend." 

Lea separated the Novices in pairs and instructed them on how each of them would suck Jon's cock, play with his balls and tweak and twist his nipples, while preventing him from cumming. Those not servicing Jon would service one another, and she encouraged to cum. "Florence, on your knees before the Slave." Commanded Lea. "Play roughly with his balls while you suck his miserable root." Alteisha was assigned to lick, suck, tweak, bite and twist his nipples. Alteisha fell eagerly to her task . Florence knelt uneasily in front of the massive cock before her and seemed hesitant to begin. Under Lea's understanding insistence she opened wide and received the huge cockhead into her mouth. Instantly she relished placing her tongue on its smooth and satiny surface. The cocks' musk was fragrant and overpowering her with desire. She ran her tongue over and around the cockhead and wanted eagerly to envelop it all. 

Florence grasped his swollen balls and tickled and squeezed them harshly. Florence marveled at how wonderful it felt to provide such obvious pleasure to her bound Slave, yet with a squeeze here and a bite there, also cause such humiliating pain. Jon writhed under the ministrations of both women sexually molesting, pleasing and tormenting his nipples, cock and balls. Florence, was prodded by Lea and her classmates to deep throat Jon's cock, but try as she might, the cock was too massive to easily fit down her throat. 

Jon's could feel his juices stirring deep in his balls, and strain to be released into the majestic staff of his aching cock. He wanted desperately to cum, but knew full well that he must pace himself, to avoid embarrassing his Mistress by coming too soon, thus revealing a flaw in his training. He steeled himself to the task of avoiding an orgasm through trying to discipline his mind to ignore the sucking. His nipples were joyfully receiving both the pain and pleasure of Alteisha's mouth and fingers. 


They constantly sent signals to his cock to explode cum throughout Florence's mouth, but he fought hard against releasing his thick milky fluids. His gyrations and moans evidenced to his Mistress that her pupils were performing excellently, their oral and manual stimulation. Lea was visibly pleased at their efforts and ordered them to switch places and continue bestowing their services on the Slave.




Castleton Ch. 2



The others had paired and were raptly engaged in masturbating, finger fucking or sucking each other's cunts and tits. Alteisha had taken Jon entirely into her throat. She sucked and licked his cock until he was sure he would explode in a sea of cum. "Not that easy, you wimpy piece of shit!" Alteisha taunted Jon, as she relented from her fierce assault on the massive cock in her mouth. 

"Momma did not say 'Ratty-ass Slave could cum!' You best tighten your ass and cut that cum off!" She taunted and twisted his sore and aching balls until he screamed into the ball gag. He fought against the mounting desire to spray her mouth with his salty, creamy cum. Her tongue redoubled its efforts on his cock and Florence's expert rubbing and tweaking was arousing his nipples again. 

"Enough." Commanded Mistress Lea. " Dixie, you and Myrna take your turns now, and spare him nothing!" Eagerly the women assumed their tasking with relish. Jon's cock strained to cum under the exquisite torment of their tongues and fingers. Lea marveled admirably at her Slaves' stoic discipline in preventing himself from cumming.. He withstood and endured the intensely pleasurable oral ministrations, as each pair of women took their turns at his massive cock and sensitive nipples. The Novices did their best to cause him to cum prematurely, but to no avail. He endured, and when Lea told the last pair to stop he was mentally relieved, even though his cock strained to spray his semen explosively out of his balls. "I'm happy for you, Slave." Lea told him. "Your self control has been well demonstrated, proving the value of your training, ---and, saving you much pain in avoiding the discipline you surely would have received, had you failed me by cumming!" Jon eyes transmitted his 'thank you' as the ball gag prevented him from speaking. 

"Let this be a lesson to all of you Novices too, when your formal training as submissives begins, you too will be similarly tested!" Mistress Lea released the chains that held Jon's hands over his head and allowed him to lower his arms. She unshackled his wrist and ankle restraints from the overhead chain and the pedestals. He could feel his aching muscles restore themselves, as the blood rushed in to relieve the numbness in his body brought about by his bonds. Lea led him to the bed and spread-eagled him. She attached the wrist and ankle restraints to the steel rings in the head and footboard provided for this purpose. 

Next, she drew a leather device from the cabinet and held it up for her pupils to view. The device had straps, buckles and Velcro clasps attached to it. Lea placed the device under Jon's balls and pulled the straps tightly into place, closed the Velcro clasps and tightly buckled the straps. "This is to restrain his cock and balls." She explained. "The device tightly separates and restrains his balls. It also forms a very tight ring around the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming, even if he could not restrain himself through the discipline of his training." 

Jon's massive cock stood erect and rock hard as Lea fondled it while continuing to instruct her students. "This device will please all of us who desire to fuck and cum in multiples. He cannot 'lose' his hardon, thus we may fuck ourselves to our hearts desire." Lea advised them. "Yes, he may get sore and his cock may ache from friction, but who cares? Most important, is the fact that it will stay hard and pleasure us, as long as we want. Each of you will have the opportunity to mount this massive cock, and fuck. to multiple orgasms. The only rule is that you may only cum three times before you must dismount, and take your place at the end of the line, while your classmates complete their turns. Ruth, you have the first turn. Enjoy." 

Eagerly Ruth got on the bed and gazed down at Jon, neatly shackled and gagged. Her cunt was still wet from her turn at sucking his cock. Ruth knelt down and spread her knees on either side of Jon's hips. She opened her cuntlips and guided Jon's cockhead to her sex. She moaned with pleasure as she descended onto the massive cock, taking it fully inside her with a single downward thrust of her body. Her hands immediately grasped her tits. She kneaded them and pulled hard at her nipples as she began to rise and fall on the cock that stretched her cunt to its fullest. 

Ruth threw her head back and was enraptured with the marvelous feeling filling her cunt. She could sense that her orgasm would soon follow her gyrations on the massive cock she was fucking. Within a few minutes she began to sigh and groan while accelerating entering and withdrawing the marvelous piston-cock in her cunt. Suddenly she screamed loudly, as her first orgasm shuddered through her body to the root of her soul. She could feel her cunt cumming and contracting strongly again and again about the wonderful cock fucking her. Her orgasm seemed to last for several minutes even though in reality it was only a few seconds. 

Ruth continued cumming without stopping her up and down fucking of Jon's cock. As her first orgasm subsided, Ruth enthusiastically resumed her efforts towards a repeat performance. She paused momentarily to get her knees out from under herself and thrust her legs forward, thus bringing the full weight of her upper body down on Jon, impaling herself fully on his massive cock. She gasped, as she felt the cock fill her cunt completely and strain at her cervix until it finally entered. Ruth resumed her gyrations and grasped the headboard to help her lift herself up slightly before plunging down deeply again onto the cock impaling her cunt. 

She felt the cock shaft rubbing against her clit, beginning to awaken her quest for another orgasm. Eagerly she fucked the wonderful cock with renewed desire and rolled her head with pleasure. She smiled briefly at her classmates and Mistress Lea, while continuing her fucking Jon's cock. Finally she bit her lip and cried out as she exploded in another enormous orgasm. Momentarily, the orgasm caused her to nearly faint. Ruth rolled her body forward and limply swayed slightly from side to side from the impact of her mind numbing orgasm. She would have fallen over except for her outstretched legs and the rock hard cock embedded deep in her cunt. Jon's cock was literally holding her up and in place. 

Mistress Lea led the applause from Ruth's classmates at her excellent performance. Ruth could not speak coherently, as her sighs and moans underscored the unbelievably wondrous fucking she had just given herself. She wearily pulled herself off of Jon's cock and dragged her body off the bed, trying to catch her breath. She raised her head and smiled saying, "I'll take my place at the end of the line now and recuperate for my next turn." Lea led Ruth to a chair, as June impatiently climbed onto the bed and took her turn to sit on the still rock hard cock. 

June took it full into her cunt and half-sneered at Jon as he strained under the urge to cum. Although his cock felt that it would explode, the cockring held his cumming in check. His mind roiled under the knowledge that he still had at least six more cunts to satisfy. He closed his eyes at the pleasure being visited upon his cock and thrust his hips up hard to bring the climax quickly to June's loins, but to no avail, as she was determined to take her time and fully enjoy her fucking.

Jon felt as though he could take no more of their fucking without erupting. Each time he got close to cumming, the cock ring precluded him from achieving orgasm. Patiently, he resigned himself to his fate as June finished, only to be followed in turn by Trixie, Ella, Myrna, Dixie and Florence. Alteisha was to be last, but she let Ruth re-enter the line and go before her. Ruth once again impaled herself on Jon's cock and fucked him until she came hard again. She dismounted and smiled to Alteisha to take her turn.

Alteisha lost no time in mounting the rock hard erection presented to her. With one motion she mounted Jon and enveloped his cock, burying it deep into her shaven cunt. She fucked him for nearly ten minutes until her heavy breathing signaled the beginning of her first orgasm. Alteisha hung her head down and closed her eyes tightly to receive her first explosive cum. She gritted her teeth and groaned as she relished every delectable second of her long orgasm. 

As the orgasm subsided, she rose up and turned her back to Jon's face and remounted his throbbing cock. Again she rose and fell on the delightfully huge shaft, while rhythmically swaying her head as she rode him. Her moans of joy bore witness to the pleasure she was extracting from the massive cock inserted backward in her cunt. Once more she exploded in an unimaginably intense orgasm, as her cunt clasped tightly about the cock, and seemed to suck it deeper inside her. 

When her second orgasm passed into oblivion, Alteisha rose up to remove the throbbing cock from her cunt. She suspended her pussy over it and quickly turned to face Jon once more. She reached back to her cunt and brought forth her cunt juice soaked fingers. With a single motion she rubbed the cunt juices onto her backside and plunged Jon's cock deep into her asshole. Alteisha screamed with delight as she fucked herself in the ass with the huge cock. 

She began to finger her clit as she rode him hard for several minutes that seemed like an eternity to both Jon and the others. Soon she exploded into a raging orgasm that seemed to continue as long as she rubbed her clit. The added joy of her asshole closing about Jon's cock with each spasm of her orgasm drove Alteisha to nearly pass out from sheer pleasure. She looked down at Jon and smiled a smile of complete satisfaction. Rising to extract the massive cock from her ass, Alteisha whispered, "Thank you", to Mistress Lea, as she dismounted to the applause of her Mistress and classmates. 

"Mistress?" asked Florence, "Won't you take your turn as well?" Lea was, at first, startled by the question. She turned to look long and hard at the magnificent hardon and turned back to the women with a smile.

"Why not." she declared. "There's no reason to deny myself, is there?" She quickly removed her leather boots and teddy to reveal a magnificent set of tits topped by pert and upright nipples. Her cunt was shaved smooth clearly showing her extended and wet labia that surrounded her engorged clit. Lea mounted her Slaves' hips and reached out to remove the ball gag from Jon's mouth. She covered her lips with her finger indicating to Jon not to speak. 

Her hands guided the huge cock to her cunt and sighed breathlessly as she sat down ramming the massive hard cock completely into her sex. Slowly she rocked back and forth deeply seating the cock to her liking, and began to fuck the great instrument of her pleasure. She alternately played with both her own and Jon's nipples as she continued her fucking. Her face was radiant with the ecstasy she was receiving, and causing, with her fucking. She moaned with pleasure, as she exploded into an orgasm that seemed to rattle her basic being. Lea breathed heavily as her cum subsided.

She rose up slightly and removed the cock and ball device from Jon's genitals and tossed it aside. "Come inside me when I come again." She said to Jon as she resumed fucking him. Lea lay forward over her Slave bringing her tits to his face with each down stroke. Jon would reach out and grasp her nipple with his lips each time she brought herself forward. Lea quickly realized what Jon was trying to do and began to pause momentarily, with each down stroke, to let him suck the nipple into his mouth and lick it. 

Lea's students decided to help their Mistress enjoy her turn at satisfaction. Ella hopped onto the bed behind her, lay down on her back and placed her face and head under Lea's ass. With each down stroke Ella would tongue Lea's asshole. June and Myrna each captured one of Lea's tits away from Jon and sucked fiercely on her nipples as she fucked Jon's cock. Dixie and Trixie tried to alternate their tongues on Lea's clit with some moderate success. Florence mounted the bed and sat her cunt on Jon's mouth while facing Lea. Alteisha Grasped Lea's face and buried her tongue in her mouth showering her with passionate kisses. The rest of the women fingered and masturbated their cunts in rhythm with Lea's fucking movements. 

Lea fought hard against cumming. The multiple raptures being visited upon her, felt so wonderful that she did not want them to stop. She felt faint as she moaned and sighed in ecstasy. Suddenly, she could not withhold her cum. Her cunt throbbed, clenched and clasped the massive cock within her, and she exploded in orgasm. She continued to meet each upward thrust of Jon's cock, with a downward thrust of her own. Her senses reeled as waves of orgasm concentrated within her cunt. Her mind and clit had reached the apex of her ability to withstand the pleasurable onslaught. 

As Lea cried out that she was near to fainting, Jon's cock erupted in an enormous expulsion of thick creamy semen, ejected upward and deep into Lea's cunt coinciding with her down stroke. They both screamed their pleasure as the ejected hot cum struck the interior walls of Lea's cunt causing her to orgasm again. She shuddered, shook and nearly fainted from the magnificent feeling surrounding her clit, extending deep into her cunt. Volumes of Jon's cum erupted into the clasping grasping cunt that engulfed his erupting cock. Never had Lea felt so utterly full of cum.

Lea emerged from her orgasm gasping to catch her breath. She threw her head back to relish the subsiding after-comes bursting forth with each of her movements. Jon's throbbing cock violently vented his creamy frothy cum deep into her cunt. Lea held still for several seconds, collected herself and grasped her cunt at the root of Jon's cock. She waited until the huge cock slowly became flaccid and was spurting no more. 

Grasping her cuntlips with her fingers as tightly as she could, Lea rose up to withdraw the limp cock and held closed the lips of her cunt. Thick, pearly cum covered Jon's cockhead. Lea crawled on her knees to hover her cunt over Jon's mouth. Slightly, she released her fingers from her cuntlips, allowing some of Jon's come to dribble on his lips. She brushed the come all over his lips with her cuntlips. Jon licked his lips and took the semen into his mouth. Slowly Lea spread her cuntlips sufficiently to allow a large globule of creamy semen to flow out and drop onto Jon's mouth. Again Jon's tongue willingly gathered the offering and swallowed his fluid. 

He opened his mouth and awaited the avalanche of semen that he knew would flow like lava from the cunt poised above his mouth. Lea hesitated, but did not disappoint him, as she fully opened her cuntlips, squeezed the muscles of her sex and descended her cunt, surrounding and capturing his mouth. The cum cascaded in a slow river of creamy pearly fluid flowing from her cunt into his mouth, flooding his lips and tongue as it descended towards his throat. 

Eagerly Jon accepted Lea's offering and swallowed his cum while sucking at her cunt for more. Again Lea did not disappoint him and squeezed all the remaining cum out of her cunt in one great effort, relishing Jon's tongue as it brushed her clit, gathered the cum and gave her yet another mini-cum. Satisfied, Lea dismounted to the cheers and applause of her students. 

Florence's eyes roamed over Jon's exhausted body and came to rest on his flaccid cum covered cock resting on his thigh. She grasped his cock in her fingers and swiftly licked it clean, relishing the taste of his come. "Well ladies," Said Lea composing herself as she dressed, "Lets adjourn for lunch shall we? Except for Slave Jon who's already eaten." They laughed at Lea's remark, as they put on their robes and prepared to leave the small auditorium. 

"Of course Florence did get an appetizer too." Lea concluded laughingly. The women congratulated each other, and especially Florence for her thoroughness, as they left the lecture room leaving Jon still bound to bed. Florence looked puzzled as she glanced at Jon then back to Lea. "Don't concern yourself with a Slave." Lea told her. "He served us perfectly well and that's what Slaves are for. Let's think of lunch now." Jon was exhausted and was falling asleep even as they were leaving the chamber.

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Castleton Ch. 3



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A Slave gently shook Jon's shoulder to awaken him. He felt his wrists and ankles being released from their constraints. Jon rose to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and rubbed his sore wrists. His fellow Slave, taking pity, rubbed Jon's ankles to restore the circulation. "Is it night?" Jon asked.

"Nearly dusk." The Slave responded. "You should hurry, for the ceremonies will start soon after dark."

"Yes," replied Jon. "I mustn't be late for the ceremonies!" He pulled his robe about him and accepted help from his companion Slave to rise and leave the room to prepare himself for the evenings activities.

Mistress Lea guided her pupils into the antechamber of the Great Hall. They had just come from their baths and had donned clean white robes. As Novices, they were to wait until all the Masters and Mistresses had entered the Great Hall and had taken their places. Lea had told them that the ceremonies could only start when the Grand Master arrived and took his place on the throne. The Masters and Mistresses ignored the Novices, as they began arriving. Even their original sponsors ignored them. Lea smiled a reassurance to them, as if to say that everything was all right, and not to be concerned. The Masters and Mistresses were dressed in red satin robes that fell to the floor. They talked softly with one another as they entered the Great Hall or mingled about in the antechamber. 

Three bells, similar to dinner chimes, rang out announcing the arrival of the Grand Master in the Great Hall. The Novices looked about to catch a glimpse of the Grand Master, but Lea whispered that he had entered through a private entrance reserved for the Grand Master and his entourage. All of the Masters and Mistresses entered, save Lea, who stood at the antechamber with the Novices. "Wait here until I come for you. Stand still and do not speak, or even whisper." Said Lea, as she too entered the Great Hall closing the huge oak door behind her. 

Inside, the Members, as the assembled Masters and Mistresses were collectively known, sat on a three-tiered semicircle with the Grand Master at the center, seated on the large 'Phallic Throne'. The throne was shaped in the form of an enormous upright phallus with huge testicles on either side that served as both seat and arm rests. There were no seats behind him or in front, thereby acknowledging his superior position. The Grand Master wore a black leather hood, which covered his face, except for the tip of his nose and his mouth. A black and red satin cape was draped over his shoulders, partially covering his nearly complete nakedness, save for a black leather G-string that covered his genitals. At either side of the Grand Master were two Mistresses sitting or lying at his feet. They were naked under their robes, which were partially draped over them, yet open enough to see their naked bodies. 

The lighting in the Great Hall obscured the Grand Master's upper body from a clear view, presenting a mystical aura over his presence. In the center of the Hall was a raised circular stage. It was a rotating stage, which could also be raised higher if necessary. The stage was flood lighted so that the spectators could see the performers on the stage very well, but the persons on stage could only see shadowy figures seated about them. It heightened the anxieties of anyone who might be on stage. The Grand Master motioned to Mistress Lea and she stepped onto the stage. Her robe was open revealing her splendid uplifted tits, a golden ring through each nipple and her shaven cunt, with a tiny silver bell suspended from a ring in her cuntlips.

"Grand Master, Masters and Mistresses," She began, "Tonight I am presenting eight female Novices to be initiated into our Order. They have been sponsored by Members true, and in good standing. I have overseen their initial orientation training, including a initial Slave session, which was concluded this afternoon. Each of the Novices appears, to this point, to have the necessary traits and characteristics to eventually become a quality Slave, or a thriving Mistress, to bolster and ingratiate our Order. "They appear to be mature Novitiates. This was done, Sir, at your direction, to find Novitiates who would bring not only lust to our order, but wisdom as well. I think that these women well fill your specifications and will become quality Slaves and perhaps Mistresses." She paused and hearing no contradiction continued. "I shall now, with your permission Grand Master, escort the Novices into your magnificent presence." The Grand Master nodded his approval and Lea moved quickly to the door to retrieve her charges. 

Mistress Lea moved behind each Novice and one by one, she pushed the white hood off their heads, and blindfolded each of them. In single file Lea led the Novitiates into the Great Hall. She had them mount the stage and stand facing the assembled Members. Lea took her seat near the Grand Master, at his feet. The Novices were all nervous. They wondered what was in store for them, in the presence of the assembled Members and the Grand Master. They could feel their hearts beating rapidly and their palms were clammy. They could hear and sense someone on the stage with them. A male Helper moved a post onto the stage and locked it in place at the edge facing the Grand Master. The post had multiple steel rings attached to it at various levels and was topped by a set of leather wrist restraints. The stage contained many steel rings that folded into the floor.

A deep voice boomed and reverberated throughout the Great Hall with a medieval flavor to its sound. "This day, you Novitiates will be initiated into 'The Order of the Marquis'. No request of the Order will be denied, no command or desire demanded of you, will go unfulfilled, and the only privilege permitted you, is obedience without question! None of you will be permitted to withdraw from this initiation. You have gone beyond the point of no return. You will endure all that is planned for you this day. You may cry out, but the planned activity will not cease because of your cries or screams. Your blindfolds will be kept in place until the initial individual ceremony is completed. You may not speak unless given permission to do so." The voice paused for effect then declared, "Let the ceremonies begin!" 

From a sequence predetermined by Lea, the timid Florence was selected and brought to the post. She was shuddering from apprehension, mixed with fear, of what might happen. She felt ashamed when her robe was removed and she stood naked before all the Members. She had never been naked in front of men, other than her previous boyfriend and the Slave Jon, this afternoon. Now she could not even see the many people who were viewing her nakedness. She blushed behind her blindfold and her blush brought a murmur of admiration from the Members. The Helpers quickly bound her wrists to the restraints overhead. Other restraints were placed about her ankles and made fast to the rings in the stage. She was completely helpless! "This is Florence," Lea began, "She has been selected first because of her shyness, which has already found favor with nearly all of you. I'm sure you will be pleased with her." Lea called out to another Mistress to come to the stage and start the proceedings. "Florence," Said Lea, "This is Mistress Lynette. She and her Helpers will attend to you and the others." Mistress Lea returned to her place at the Grand Masters feet and smiled at her Mistress companions, who were fondling the Grand Master under his G sting and rubbing his nipples. 

Mistress Lynette was the complete Masturbitrix, and she initiated her art immediately on Florence's cunt. She rubbed Florence's sex while the Helpers began to rub her nipples and fondle her tits. Lynette clasped Florence's clit between her cuntlips and began to roll them over her clit between her thumb and forefinger. The Helpers did the same to her nipples. The passion was quickly rising in Florence, as she strained and writhed at the marvelous feelings visited on her tits and cunt. She knew she would cum if they continued and it did not seem to her that they intended to stop. Florence loved every moment of her sexual anguish. The Helpers began to squeeze and pull hard on her nipples, as they pinched, twisted and stretched them. It was painful, but it also felt good, and she wished they would continue. Her wishes were granted. Her cunt was sopping wet and her juices were flowing down her legs. Florence was uncomfortable with this and blushed even more, which pleased the Members. 

Mistress Lynette was quickly bringing Florence towards orgasm with the magnificent rolling of her clit wrapped inside the folds of her cuntlips. The Helpers pinched down hard on her nipples, twisted and pulled them to their full extremity, and she knew the orgasm was upon her. Suddenly Florence exploded in a sea of cum that kept building as her clit continued to receive the manipulations. Florence had never cum as hard as this. She screamed for joy and, without warning, her joyful screams were suddenly changed to screams of indescribable pain at each of her nipples. Florence had never known such splitting pain as she now felt in her nipples. She groaned as her orgasm subsided, but her nipples blazed like fire, with a burning pain that lingered, even as her orgasm ended. 

The Helpers release her nipples, but they still hurt and she had no idea why. Florence, exhausted, hung from her wrist restraints with her chin on her chest, looking down, trying to recover, when her blindfold was removed. She looked at her aching nipples and saw a gold ring neatly implanted in each one. Wearily, she looked at Mistress Lynette, who smiled sweetly at her, kissed her on each cheek and on each of her nipples. Hugging Florence, Mistress Lynette hung a small lead weight on each nipple ring, which pulled the nipple downward and increased the pain. "Sometime soon, Florence, someone will pierce your pretty little cuntlips too, and hang a little silver bell there." Whispered Lynette, so that only Florence could hear her.

The other Novices were frightened and confused by the sounds that they had heard. Each one now knew that a similar painful fate awaited them, but not knowing what it was, served to heighten their fear and anxiety. Florence's restraints were removed and her blindfold replaced over her eyes. The Helpers assisted her to return to her former place on the stage. Myrna was introduced next and the ritual was replayed. She too climaxed in a shuddering orgasm, only to have the pleasure interrupted by the searing pain of her nipples being pierced and ringed without a warning or her knowledge. One by one the Novitiates were led to the post, bound, fondled, masturbated to orgasm and pierced through their nipples! Alteisha screamed the loudest, and the twins whimpered the longest, after their screaming ended. Soon all eight of them stood naked, uncertain, nipples aching from the piercing and the lead weights hanging from the rings implanted in them. Mistress Lea mounted the stage and dabbed each pierced nipple with a stinging disinfectant. She took obvious pleasure at their discomfort. The Members gave the initiates a resounding round of applause to celebrate their piercing.

The post was moved to the center of the revolving stage and locked in place. The Helpers bound each Novice's ankles together and fastened them to a ring on the post. Each wrist was placed in a leather restraint, with a three-foot chain attached to the restraint, and the other end attached to the post. The Helpers arranged them in a circle, facing outward, about the post. Each Novice's shoulders were pushed forward thus suspending their bodies outward, with their arms extended backward toward the post. This caused them to lean out at an angle over the edge of the stage with their tits swaying freely and pointing down. The abrupt stop of their bodies caused the lead weights on their nipple rings to pull harshly at their nipples, bringing increased groans of stinging pain. Mistress Lea asked that the Member that sponsored each Novice step forward to stand in front of the woman they had sponsored. Each of the Members carried a small leather bound paddle. 

"Begin!" Commanded Lea, and the Members struck each suspended tit of their Novice with the leather paddle. The paddles striking their tits, combined with the swinging of the lead weights on each nipple ring, caused searing pain to each Novice. The stage began to slowly rotate bringing each Novice within striking distance of the next Member. Their tits were struck again and again as the slapping paddles landed full on their targets. The Novices cried out, screamed, groaned and whimpered shamelessly from the pain visited on their tits. Trying to avoid the paddles only caused them to be struck on other areas of their bodies. The welts and bruises on their tits, shoulders and ribcages were turning shades of pink, red and purple. Crying out brought no relief as the paddles continued to fall mercilessly on their protruding tits. Their ordeal continued for several minutes, which seemed like hours to the Novices, until Lea ordered the punishment to stop. The Novice women's tears were flowing freely as their heads hung down. Their tits were nearly numb from the pain of the paddles, except for the pain at their nipples, which would not diminish. 

The Helpers brought each Novice upright and released them from the post. The wrist restraints were locked together and the Novices were made to kneel down facing the post. Studded collars with rings were placed on their necks and the collars were attached to the floor rings on the stage. Their legs were brought underneath their bodies and spread wide exposing their assholes, cunts and clits. Leather straps were placed over the back of their knees and bound to the stage. Their ankle restraints were similarly attached to rings in the stage. Now they were, again, completely helpless. Their asses were elevated and asscheeks spread wide. 

The Helpers brought forth a soft plastic dildo vibrator for each Novice. These dildos were thick and long with a nub that protruded at the base of the device. The dildos were inserted into the already wet cunts with the protrusion resting on each Novice's clitoris. The dildos were made fast to each body by a set of fine stainless steel chains that surrounded their waists and looped through a ring on the base of the dildo. The battery powered vibrator dildos were turned on, causing their wearers to gyrate with as much pleasure, as their restraints would permit.

The Novices reveled in the pleasure visited on their clits and cunts by the vibrator dildos. At random they would sigh and moan, as they would cum from the joy and pleasure in their cunts. As they enjoyed the resonant vibrations on their clits and in their cunts, each sponsor Member was selecting a heavy rubber band from Mistress Lea's treasure trove of Instruments of Discipline. The Novices soothing feelings were suddenly interrupted with stinging pain, as the rubber bands were stretched and released, to fling their terrible ravishment on the tender assholes presented to the assembled Membership. The Novices screamed again and again as the stabbing, stinging rubber bands impacted each asshole. 

The pain was nearly unbearable and was amplified by the knowledge in each Novice that they were bound, completely helpless and at the mercy, no not mercy, but disposal, of the Members. The rubber banding of their assholes seemed to go on forever. Their tears and screams brought them no relief, which finally came at Mistress Lea's pronouncement of "Enough!" The Novices were crying and sobbing in their anguish from the discipline, wishing they could speak, but aware that speaking or asking them to stop would end forever their quest for membership in the order. They suffered as mutely as they could, while waiting for whatever would be next. 

Now, the sponsors selected a set of thicker, longer, leather covered dildos which they lubricated before roughly inserting the instruments into each of the Novice's assholes. Each of the dildos was shaped like huge phallus, with a slight depression at the base of the shaft so that it might also function as a butt plug. The Novice's sphincters closed in tight spasms about the dildos, in rhythm with the feeling in their cunts and clits created by the vibrator dildos, still buried and working, in their cunts. The sponsor Members permitted the pleasant sensations to continue for a few minutes, to allow the rubber band stinging to abate. They waited, strap paddles in hand, for the command to begin the next discipline. 

At Mistress Lea's command the stage began to rotate again and the sound of leather swishing through the air filled the Novice's ears. They shuddered as they realized what was about to happen. Myrna was in the throes of cumming, as the first blow landed across both cheeks of her ass. She screamed, but the sound was drowned out by the slaps of multiple leather straps pitilessly striking the proffered asscheeks. The whippings continued as the stage rotated, giving each sponsor the opportunity to whip each Novice. The screaming, moaning and groaning resumed from the painful application of the straps to their asscheeks. Some of the sponsor Members changed to the paddle end of their instruments and delivered hard and unrelentingly stinging strokes to the flesh proffered for their pleasure and amusement. Other Members aimed their strokes at the butt plugs and drove the dildos further into the aching assholes. 

The Novices were reeling from the pain of their asscheeks, mingled with the mounting desire in their cunts from the vibrators embedded in them. Ella, though screaming from the paddle and whip, felt the desire rise in her loins and she quieted, cumming hard from the pleasure she was receiving from the vibrating dildo. Her orgasm brought applause from the Grand Master and the other Members who were witnessing her ordeal. The others, one after another, reached glorious orgasms, orchestrated by the dual sensations of pain and pleasure. The twins, Dixie and Trixie, came more often, than the others. Trixie was almost in a continuous state of orgasm and was enraptured by the spasms of her asshole closing around the butt plug each time she came. June was completely worn out and could only feel the paddle as background clutter, concentrating more intently on her orgasms. She no longer screamed, but moaned and sighed with each orgasm. Alteisha was nearly hoarse from screaming, as she fought the pain of the paddle. She would not easily give in to the Masters and Mistresses violating her body. Not even her frequent orgasms mellowed her to the point of yielding graciously to her tormentors. 

Alteisha's unwillingness to surrender, though admirable, only served to redouble the efforts of the Members tormenting her. Finally, singled out by Mistress Lea, her sponsor was given a cat o' nine tails, to administer the discipline. The cat o' nine tails increased the pain by an order of magnitude, as the whip aggravated Alteisha's asscheeks with deep red and purple welts. She fought the whip until finally her skin was broken and she bled, bringing her at last, into compliance. Alteisha's tense muscles relaxed as she nearly fainted and simultaneously shuddered in a great orgasm deep within her cunt. The assembled Members applauded both Alteisha's endurance and the Master who brought her to heel. "Well done, Master Douglas!" Exclaimed the Grand Master followed by more applause. 

"Enough." Said Mistress Lea and the discipline ceased. Some of the Novices continued to cum from the pleasure in their cunts. All were breathing hard as they gasped at surviving this ordeal. The Helpers released the Novices and allowed to them catch their breath. The Novices lay on their bellies, avoiding rolling over onto their still painful asscheeks. The Helpers applied ice wrapped in cold towels to each Novice's ass, which helped relieve the pain somewhat. Mistress Lea allowed them to lie on the stage while preparations were underway in the Great Hall. The Helpers had brought in straight and upholstered chairs, cushions, hassocks, small tables and large mattresses. The furnishings were strategically spread about the Great Hall and cool refreshments placed on the tables. The Masters and Mistresses rose from their seats, accepted glasses of their favorite beverages from the Helpers and engaged in small talk while they awaited the renewal of nights ceremonial activities. 




Castleton Ch. 3



The Novices were ordered to assemble in the center of the Great Hall. Slowly nursing their tender aching nipples and backsides, they obeyed the directive. The Helpers removed the dildos from their cunts and assholes and collected them in a plastic bag for cleaning. The dim lights were turned up and the shadows now took shape. Mistress Lea stood with the Novices and all eyes now turned toward the Grand Master, as he stood at his elevated throne ready to address the assembly. "Masters and Mistresses," He began, "Let us congratulate the sponsors for finding and bringing these Novices to Castleton, as prime candidates for the Order. They have successfully passed their first trials quite admirably. You were patient witnesses and have now earned your pleasures with each and any of the Novices here tonight." 

The Grand Master removed his black leather hood and smiled at the Novices, as he and his entourage of three naked Mistresses left the room through the private door behind the throne. The Novices gasped as they recognized the Grand Master as the Slave Jon! Mistress Lea smiled and whispered to them, "Once each year the Grand Master must serve a weekend as a Slave." The remaining Masters and Mistresses moved toward the Novices, in groups of three, four or five, and selected a Novice to serve them. Ella was taken by five women and immediately lowered to a cushion with the Mistresses sharing her body. One took Ella's cunt to her mouth and hungrily licked her cuntlips and clitoris. Two others each claimed an aching nipple and sucked at them ferociously without removing either the nipple rings, nor the weights suspended from them. They moved Ella's hands to their cunts and told her to masturbate them as they suckled her tits. The fourth sat upon Ella's mouth and Ella immediately began to lick and suck her cunt. The fifth Mistress inserted a dildo in Ella's asshole and fucked her with it, while licking at the cunt of the Mistress eating out Ella's cunt. 

Other Novices were being fucked, by the Masters', in their cunts and asses. Alteisha was being fucked simultaneously in both cunt and ass while sucking another Masters cock. A Mistress was squeezing her nipples, causing great pain to Alteisha, but she continued as if it was of no concern to her. Each of the other Novices enjoyed the same fate. The twins were much in demand as the Masters and Mistresses played with them. Soon the Masters began climaxing on or in the Novices at will. Even Ella was not spared. She was still with the five Mistresses however several of the Masters moved to her to ejaculate semen on her face and body. Florence was bathed in semen from many of the Masters, attracted to her as a result of her shyness. All of the Novices were cumming, fucking, sucking, being sucked or receiving deposits of semen all over them, as the orgy continued. Alteisha was being virtually raped, as the Masters and Mistresses were particularly fierce with her, for her earlier attempt to fight the discipline she received. She, in turn, relished every minute of the sexual torments and pleasures she was receiving. June, Myrna and Ruth were passed around from Master to Mistress and back again. They were unaware of their previous pain, as the pleasure of the sex games filled them with desire, passion and orgasms. The three were in a state of nearly perpetual orgasm. 

They were draped over the arms of chairs to be fucked in the ass, or in the cunt dog style. Some were fucked in both asshole and cunt at the same time. They sucked cocks, cunts, tits and licked assholes without knowing whom they were pleasuring. Their minds were whirling with endless joy at the magnificent sexual arousal consuming their bodies. Some of the Masters and Mistresses were fond of biting their aching nipples and cuntlips. They would bite them clench their teeth then pull away creating both searing pain and endless pleasure to their cunts and tits. Alteisha felt a familiar thickening in her asshole and she turned to see the Grand Master, a.k.a. Jon, thrusting his massive cock deep into her ass. She clasped the mighty prick with her sphincter and fell into rhythm with his cock thrusts. 

Mistress Lea appeared, grasped Alteisha's head and brought it to her cunt. It was wet and juicy with both come and Lea's musk. Alteisha covered the cunt with her lips and thrust her tongue deep into Lea's throbbing pussy. She worked her tongue in, out, up, down, over and onto the ridged clit, giving the little nub a nearly perpetual tongue rubbing, until Mistresses Lea cried out in orgasm, as she could endure no more of the wonderful tongue. Alteisha closed her lips about the clit to capture the clit in her mouth and continued sucking and licking until Mistress Lea came again and again. Mistress Lea responded by grinding her cunt against Alteisha's mouth to enjoy every second of her multiple orgasms. Finally Lea fell away exhausted and sank to the floor gasping for breath and smiling up at Alteisha still impaled on the Grand Masters pulsating shaft. 

He felt his cock stiffen even harder as the semen began to boil in his balls and seep slowly into the base of his cock. Alteisha knew that the Grand Master was nearing orgasm and she clamped down hard on her sphincter to deny him the pleasure for as long as possible. The massive cock started to throb and the thrusts became more frequent as they penetrated deeper into Alteisha's ass. Finally the Grand Master could no longer resist and the sphincter could not restrain him further. An enormous eruption propelled huge volumes of thick, creamy semen deep into Alteisha's ass. She filled with cum and could feel the thick frothy liquid straining to exit her asshole. As her sphincter spasmed and throbbed, little rivulets of come were expelled to run down Alteisha's thigh. The Grand Master gathered up semen from her thigh with his fingers and offered it to Alteisha's mouth. Eagerly she licked the come from his fingers and whispered exhaustedly for more. She was not denied.

The orgy wound down slowly, as one by one the Masters and Mistresses became sated and took their leave. Soon the Great Hall was empty of the Members, save for Mistress Lea and the Helpers who were tidying up the room and furnishings. Lea called the Novices to her and arranged them in a semicircle at her feet. "You were splendid." She told them. "I'm so pleased for you," Lea continued, "All of you passed the Novitiate initiation and will start further training tomorrow afternoon. There are some rules that you must learn and you must obey them. More on rules tomorrow. Now I will dismiss you and you may put on your robes and go to your rooms. You may shower first, if you choose. The Helpers will show you the way." Lea smiled and left the Great Hall pulling on her satin robe as she walked. The Helpers dimmed the lights and escorted the ladies out of the Hall. Without speaking, the Helpers showed them each to their rooms, kissed them good night and exited closing the door behind them.



Castleton Ch. 4



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The morning sunlight was streaming through the windows at Castleton. Helpers were busy knocking at the Novices doors, awakening them to the day's activities. "Hurry, breakfast in fifteen minutes," shouted a male helper, going from room to room with his announcement. Soon, the Novices, wearing white terrycloth robes and naked beneath them, were assembled in the hallway and led to the dining room. The dining room was brightly lit with few furnishings. A large oak table, that could seat perhaps thirty, if needed, chairs and a serving table against the wall. Servants appeared from the kitchen, placed food and drinks on the table and disappeared again. No one spoke during the morning meal. June opened her mouth, to speak, but a Helper put his finger on her lips and shook his head, indicating that no speech was permitted. Quietly they ate their food, drank the juice, tea or coffee offered them and waited. 

Mistress Lea entered the room and moved to the head of the table. She wore a white satin hooded robe with only her nipple rings and silver cuntlips bell, beneath it. "Good morning," she began, "I trust you slept well. You may place additional disinfectant on your recently pierced nipples, and I strongly suggest that you do. You'll find it on the table that held the breakfast foods," Lea said. "Ladies," began Lea, "this is Mistress Lira. She will begin your instruction during the morning hours and I will provide your afternoon training. The evenings are reserved for the Masters and Mistresses in the Great Hall. I leave you now to your lessons." Lea departed, and all attention was riveted on Mistress Lira. 

Lira inspected each Novice's nipples to see if any infection may be starting. Her manner was not gentle and the ladies all stifled little moans as Lira grasped and twisted their nipple rings to complete her inspection. "Good. No problems from the piercing. Here is a bottle of disinfectant and some cotton balls for your use. Rub the disinfectant into the ring holes to be sure they stay clean. Ignore the sting." Mistress Lira covered the history of the Order of the Marquis. "It began long ago in England as a religious sect, which eventually became secular, as the emphasis focused on sexuality, corrections and discipline. The complete name of the Order is, 'Our Order of the Marquis'. Over the years the name was shortened, and now it is generally referred to as the Order. 

"In the early twenties a very wealthy man was elected Grand Master. Castleton was the family dwelling of that Grand Master. He was the last of his lineage, with no heirs. He moved the Order to its permanent home here, at Castleton. This is the home of all elected Grand Masters or Mistress's. Castleton may not be sold, nor partitioned. The Grand Masters live here in accord with the will and ownership passes to the next Grand Master/Mistress of the Order."

"I will begin with the Rules of the Order. Any breech or infraction of the Rules automatically carries a penalty of correction, discipline or punishment. The Rules are few, but extremely important. Listen carefully.

"First; request permission to speak. 

"Second; you will respond with Yes Master, or Yes Mistress, to all commands.

"Third; you will not cum, nor participate in activities that lead to orgasm, without permission.

"Fourth; semen will never be wasted, it must always be consumed.

"Fifth; you will be naked under your robe at all times.

"These are the Rules. One would be wise to obey them. At times, other rules may be added as it may please a Master or Mistress," concluded Lira. Finally, Lira began the instruction of the arts of sexual pleasures practiced within the Order. "During the coming weeks you will be taught the arts of masturbation, fellatio, cunnilingus, sodomy, use of sexual aids, such as dildos and butt plugs, and the most pleasurable ways to fondle, kiss, lick, nurse and stimulate cocks, cunts, assholes, tits, nipples, lips and mouths. In class, you will practice your newly acquired arts on each other and, where necessary, with male or female Helpers. Occasionally, a Master or Mistress may visit and decide to participate in your training." 

After lunch, the Novices assembled back in Mistress Lea's classroom. Lea began instructing them on the use of various instruments that administer correction, discipline or punishment. They were shown wrist and ankle restraints, neck collars, waistbands and all manner of chains, ropes, ball gags, cock sheaths, nipple clamps, butt plugs, dildos and other instruments or appliances. Their uses and method of application were explained. Next, Lea brought out an assortment of whips, straps, canes, switches, paddles and special devices such as cock rings, cock and ball restraints, and other genital torture devices. She described situations that required the use of those instruments and showed them how to apply the articles to a Slave, Helper or Novice. The Novices were taught the proper techniques that would prolong the pain and pleasure for both the receiver, and the provider, of the correction, discipline or punishment. To demonstrate and illustrate the lessons, Mistress Lea said she would use a male and female Helper that had broken the rules. 

Mistress Lea opened a curtain revealing two 'X' frames equipped with several restraints for wrists, ankles, necks and heads. She paused for effect then summoned Helpers to bring in the male and female that would be 'Corrected' for rules violations. They were naked. Each was placed upon an 'X' frame and restrained securely by their wrists and ankles. Each wore a ball gag and the fear in their eyes was amply evident. "These two rogue Helpers are Helga and Michael, they were caught engaging in sexual activities without permission," said Lea. "They were found naked, in the basement of the Carriage House engaged in an uncompleted act of mutual oral sex, a sixty nine, if you will," she continued. "You ladies will provide the corrective actions necessary to ensure that such behavior will not happen again!" Lea paused for a moment then continued. "Michael swears that Helga was an unwilling participant, hence, he will receive the brunt of the Correction. Helga will receive a reminder that will help her to avoid getting into such compromising situations in the future. Although I'm not really sure that Helga was an unwilling participant, however, I'll take Michael's word for it." 

Lea picked up a small, two-inch wide, leather paddle whip. She stood next to Michael and fondled his now flaccid cock. "Myrna, please come here and service this worthless cock," Lea commanded. Myrna rose swiftly, kneeled in front of Michael and took his cock into her mouth. She worked her tongue all over his velvety cockhead as Michael squirmed in his restraints. As his cock became fully erect, Lea moved Myrna away from the bound Helper. Michael's eyes were closed, enjoying the pleasure of Myrna's tongue, as Lea raised the paddle whip high in the air and delivered a cruel blow to his vulnerable cockhead. The Helper screamed in pain, as Mistress Lea harshly struck his cock again. She smiled at the Helpers discomfort and handed the whip to Myrna. "You may bestow five harsh strokes, Myrna, then pass the whip to the next Novice," Lea told her.

Myrna grinned as she took the whip and swung it hard against Michael's cock. She applied the five strokes to his cockhead then passed the whip to Ella, to the accompaniment of Michael's sobs and cries. Ella stung Michael's cockshaft with five hard blows and gave the whip to Altiesha. She watched the throbbing cock swelling from the torment then she savagely struck him on his ball sack. The scream emitted from the Helper was blood curdling! He slumped in his restraints as Alteisha ravaged his exposed balls until they swelled and turned a deep purple shade. She passed the paddle to the next Novice who pummeled Michael's cock and balls with her five strokes. One by one all the Novices took a turn whipping, beating and scourging Michael's genitals until they were a swollen bleeding mass of purple flesh hanging between his legs. He hung his head down, hanging limply from his restraints, moaning, sobbing and blubbering into his ball gag, barely conscious.

Attention now turned to Helga, whimpering in her restraints at the expected 'Correction' she would soon receive. Lea reached out to gently rub Helga's nipple, as she called Florence to come stand beside her. Helga's whimpering, soon became moans of pleasure as Lea's fingertips rubbed the sensitive nipple. When Helga closed her eyes to enjoy the delight at her nipple, Lea gripped the nipple tightly with her thumb and forefinger and pulled, twisted and pinched harshly at the tender flesh. Helga squealed with the pleasure/pain at her nipple, but she could feel her cunt becoming moist. Lea motioned for Florence to grasp both of Helga's nipples and continue the torment. Florence grabbed the soft rosy nipples and continued pulling and twisting them harshly. Lea brought forth two five-foot chains with a grim clamp on each end. She placed the chains through a steel ring hanging down from a ceiling chain and fastened a clamp on each of Helga's nipples, tightening them securely. Helga winced as the clamps bit into her nipples.

Next, Lea attached the clamps on the other ends, tightly, to Michael's nipples. She pulled the ceiling chain up until it was taut, pulling both Helga's and Michael's nipples brutally upward. Both Helpers groaned loudly from the pain at their nipples. Mistress Lea selected a two-inch wide leather strap and gave it to Florence. "You may award her five very hard strokes. One to each asscheek, one to each tit and a final blow upward into her cunt! Begin now!" Lea commanded. Florence struck at Helga's asscheeks and she winced as her soft white skin turned a bright pink. Helga bucked and jerked as the blows landed, pulling the nipple chains savagely on both her and Michael's nipples. Both screamed into their ball gags from the pain. Next, Florence struck hard blows on Helga's tits and watched excitedly as the Helpers nipple clamps pulled and bit brutally at both their nipples. Tears ran freely from the Helpers eyes, as the pain became unbearable. Florence took aim at Helga's soft, tender cunt and brought the strap upward, brutalizing the girls' cuntlips and swollen clit.

The strap was passed to the next Novice and Helga's 'correction' was resumed. Again and again the cruel strap pummeled the girls' asscheeks, tits, cunt and clit. Helga's tits and genitals were welted and becoming a deep crimson shade from the beating they were receiving. Both Michael's, and Helga's, nipples were bruised, scratched and bleeding from the jerking nipple clamps, as the girl bucked with each stroke of the strap. Both of the Helpers were crying openly as they moaned and sobbed in pain from their 'Correction'. When the last of the Novices finished with Helga's 'Correction', Mistress Lea returned them to their seats. The curtain was drawn closed again to the agonizing sounds of the tormented Helpers, and of people removing the 'corrected' Helpers from their 'X' frames. Mistress Lea precluded any further discussion of the 'Corrections' and resumed instructing the Novices. 

Time and the days progressed swiftly at Castleton. The Novices spent two months learning the ways of training, corrections, discipline, and punishment. The time was spent honing their skills to please the Masters and Mistresses. They learned all known sexual techniques by practicing them on each other, and with Slaves or Helpers brought in expressly for that purpose. Evenings normally involved performing services in the Great Hall, for the various Masters and Mistresses that lived at Castleton, or had come to visit. Usually, there were eight to ten Masters and Mistresses available each night. Occasionally, a Novice would be summoned to the private chambers of a Member for solitary personal services, dwelling mainly on sex, bondage and discipline. Mistress Lea had told them, that each would eventually be selected to perform individual service, called Ordeals, at an assembly of the Masters and Mistresses. The reward, following the Ordeal, would be the achievement of Slave status. Each of the Novices wondered, with some fear, when it would be their turn. They did not have long to wait!

Mistress Lea called the class to order. "Ladies," she began, "I have wonderful news. Our Grand Master has declared that the individual training Ordeals will commence this very night! One of you has been selected to serve the Order this evening, in the Great Hall before the Members, Slaves, Helpers and the other Novices. The individual Novice, chosen by the Grand Master, will prepare for her Ordeal. Following the Ordeal, the Grand Master will award her to a Master or Mistress as their Slave." Mistress Lea gazed over the Novices until her eyes rested on Ruth. She smiled at her, "Ruth, you will be the first."

Ruth was surprised at being selected first. She asked for permission to speak and it was granted, "Why was I selected first, Mistress Lea?"

"I don't know," Lea replied. "It was the Grand Masters decision. We do not ask the why of his decisions. We merely obey. Come let us prepare." The rest of the Novices were dismissed except for Ruth who followed Mistress Lea to a bedroom on the third floor of the Great House. Once there, Mistress Lea selected a blue satin robe from the wardrobe and placed it near the bed. "You will wear this tonight, Ruth," Lea told her. "Lie down and rest. When it's time, a Helper will come to you, shave your cunt smooth, help you bathe and perfume you. Later, at the appointed time, four Slaves will come for you and escort you to the Great Hall." Mistress Lea kissed Ruth's cheek and smiled, "Congratulations. I'm sure you will serve the Order well."

Lea cupped Ruth's chin momentarily, smiled and left, closing the door behind her. Ruth heard the key turn in the lock as she lay down to rest, and to mentally prepare for her ordeal as best as she could. She tried, but could not sleep. Her mind was racing as she wondered how she would fare as the first Novice selected. Would she be able to withstand the pain? Would there be a sexual segment to the ceremony? Would she cry, scream or moan? These thoughts, and others, kept her from getting the rest she knew that she needed. There was no clock to tell the time. There was only the waiting, which seemed to be endless. After a while, Ruth anxiously hoped that the Helper would arrive to commence her service. After what seemed to be eons, Ruth heard a key in the lock. A Helper entered carrying a pitcher and a large bowl. 

Without speaking he began drawing the bath water, then filled a bowl with hot water and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. A large towel was placed on the bed and the Helper motioned Ruth to slide onto the towel. Ruth lifted the bed covers and slid onto the towel. She was naked, but the Helper appeared not to notice. He removed his white robe and stood naked next to the bed, obviously aroused by Ruth's nakedness and the beauty of her body. He placed a hand towel into the hot water, withdrew it then placed it on Ruth's crotch to soften the slight growth of hair surrounding her cunt. Next he placed a shaving mug, brush and razor next to Ruth. His cock grew large and hard as he began to shave Ruth's cunt hair. Silently, he completed this task and helped Ruth into the bathtub. He perfumed the bath water and helped her to wash her hair, lather her body and rinse clean. The Helper assisted Ruth from the tub to dry her hair and body. He perfumed her underarms, cunt, tits and between the cheeks of her ass. Finally, he placed the blue satin robe over Ruth's shoulders, put on his robe, bowed and left the room closing the door behind him.

Soon, the door opened again revealing four hooded figures waiting to escort Ruth to the ceremony in the Great Hall. They were dressed in the white robes trimmed with red satin. Ruth knew these were the markings of a Slaves' robe. A Slave motioned for her to join them and Ruth obeyed instantly. It was night, as the escorts marched her silently down the stairs to the closed door of the Great Hall. A Slave knocked once on the door and it opened. A Mistress, in the red satin robe of a Member, bade them enter. Ruth could hear the Mistress's silver cunt lip bell softly ringing under her robe. Ruth was quickly taken into the Great Hall, which was illuminated by a spotlight over the stage. On the stage, she could see a bed, chair, stool and the spot where the post would rise from the center of the stage. Chains were hanging from the ceiling with manacles suspended from them. Ruth shuddered as she climbed the steps onto the stage and was turned to face the assembled Members. The Grand Master sat regally on the Phallic Throne, dressed as before, in a black leather hood, G-string, and a black and red satin robe draped over his otherwise naked body. He rose to speak.

"Ruth, you have been selected this night to suffer your conversion from Novice to Slave. You may, at your discretion, cry out, scream or beg, but be aware that the ceremony will not stop until it is completed!" he stated in a booming voice. "Upon suffering your conversion, you will become the property of Mistress Endora, who will perform the Rite of Conversion. There are three mandatory portions to the ritual. One, suffer and enjoy the whip. Two, be securely bound. Three suffer or enjoy sexual torments to be visited upon your lovely body. Of course Mistress Endora may employ additional instruments or activities for her pleasure and ours, at her discretion. Time is not involved, nor measured. Your Mistress decides all." The Grand Master returned to his Phallic Throne and gestured for the ceremony to begin.

When the Helpers removed the blue satin robe, the Members gasped at the beauty of Ruth's body. Her tits were firm and thrust out. The nipples were taut, extended and erect. They seemed to grow even harder as Endora gently rubbed her fingers over the rose colored little peaks, pulling playfully at the rings embedded through her nipples. Ruth shuddered momentarily and thrust her chest outward even more, to receive the delightful caresses. Endora's hands explored Ruth's body, lightly passed over her clean-shaven cunt, scarcely touching her upright clitoris. The fingers paused momentarily on the tip of her clit as Ruth felt her passion and lust begin to build. Endora quickly noticed that Ruth's clit was fully engorged and projected outward so that its tip could be seen protruding above her outer cuntlips. She smiled as Ruth buckled slightly when her finger passed over her throbbing clit. Ruth was fully aroused and breathing heavily as Mistress Endora motioned to the Helpers to bind Ruth in the manacles. 

Ruth's arms were raised over her head and her wrists placed in the manacles. The devices were cushioned on the inside to prevent the metal from cutting into her flesh. Her feet were spread wide apart, manacles placed on her ankles and fastened to rings on the stage. The chains were pulled taut until Ruth could barely touch the stage floor with her feet. Her arms were spread wide apart and she stood spread-eagled before the assembled Members. Mistress Endora wrapped a wide leather strap, studded with steel rings, about Ruth's waist. Next she hung tiny-weighted silver bells on the rings in Ruth's nipples. The weights, suspended from the tiny bell clappers, had additional small hook eyes at their ends, and Ruth quivered at the thought of more weights being attached to them to increase her pain, but also her joy. 

Endora nodded to the Helpers and they rushed to remove her red satin robe revealing a magnificently shaped body, with shapely upright tits and protruding nipples. She wore tiny silver bells on both her nipple rings and in the ring through her cuntlips. The little bells peeled crisply as she moved like a predator around her bound and helpless victim. 




Castleton Ch. 4



Endora was beautiful. No other word could describe her. She had flaming red hair, full bright red lips and green eyes, heavily made up to enhance her role in the ceremony. Her hair hung down over her shoulders and was long enough to cover her breasts when it fell to her front. Endora made sure her magnificent orbs were rarely covered as she enjoyed others looking at her near perfect tits. Adding to the aura of Mistress and Slave were the shining high-heeled black leather boots Endora wore, that covered most of her thighs. The five-inch spike heels propelled her tall body upwards, allowing her to tower over Ruth and the Helpers. Her visage truly dominated the stage! 

The Mistress knelt in front of Ruth and ran her tongue about Ruth's outer cuntlips purposely avoiding the outstretched clitoris. Ruth swayed, as much as the chains would permit, in rhythm with Endora's tongue as it passed over and around her cuntlips. She shuddered when Endora thrust her tongue between her cuntlips and into her very moist cunt. The sensation was unbearable. Endora seemed to lather Ruth's cunt with her saliva, which mixed with Ruth's flowing juices. Ruth felt her senses building towards release, as Endora's tongue dragged across the protruding clit once. Then Endora pulled away from her victim leaving Ruth gasping in her restraints as her satisfaction was denied. Endora's expert tongue found the girls' upright nipples and Ruth could hear her little bells ringing as the tongue flicked over and about each nipple in turn. Occasionally Endora would slightly rub Ruth's clit as she suckled the nipples, bit the rings and pulled at them with her teeth. Ruth's passion was building again at the unceasing suckling, mingled with the occasional rubbing of her clit. 

Again, just as she neared release, Endora bit hard on her nipple and cruelly squeezed and twisted her clit to drive away any thoughts of orgasm. Ruth cried out at the pain in her nipple and clit. Endora continued pulling at the helpless nipples with her teeth, assuring that the pain would increase with each movement of her head. All thoughts of orgasm quickly vanished as Endora picked up the tempo of chewing on Ruth's nipples. Ruth felt the pain from the twisting of her clit and savage biting of her nipples, but slowly a sensation of pleasure also began to envelop her. She relished the sweet sexual torture being visited upon her. With eyes shut tight, she felt the orgasm welling up in her loins. Outwardly she groaned at the pain in her breasts and cunt. Inwardly, she anxiously awaited the bites and twists with sweet anticipation of the orgasm rising within her. 

Suddenly, Ruth stiffened as her body began to spasm uncontrollably in the throes of a massive orgasm. She fell limp as it subsided and hung from her restraints, letting her belly thrust forward. Beads of perspiration covered her body and she felt her hair becoming wet from sweat. Mistress Endora noted Ruth's orgasm and stopped tormenting her. She snapped her fingers and a Helper immediately brought her a riding crop of braided leather. Slowly, she walked in front of her victim so that Ruth could see the implement and thus increase her fear. The gesture was successful. Ruth trembled visibly when she saw the whip and heard Endora swish it through the air. She positioned herself behind Ruth and raised the whip high with her arm fully outstretched. She paused for effect and was rewarded with a whimper from Ruth, as she anticipated the blows. "Soon you won't be so anxious to please yourself by cumming, dear Ruth. Ten strokes to each asscheek to start, and then ten more to them both."

The first stroke landed squarely on Ruth's right ass cheek and the pain swiftly sank in to the bone. She slumped forward and screamed from the fierceness of the blow. Another followed and her flesh rose up in red welts, as if to push the whip away from her ass. Again and again the whip descended on her right ass cheek until it fairly glowed from redness. Ruth was constantly screaming now and could only hang there accepting the cruel strokes that were causing her ass to burn as the blows continued. Endora paused when the tenth stroke landed on the burning ass cheek. Slowly, she walked in front of Ruth to position herself on her left side. The Mistress waited impatiently for Ruth's screams and sobs to stop. She continued to swish the whip through the air while she waited. Ruth realized that Endora was waiting for her to cease screaming and she forced herself to stop. She could not, however, stop sobbing even though she realized that she was only irritating Endora more and would surely pay dearly for the infraction. Ruth gathered herself and transformed the sobbing to a soft whimper. She braced herself awaiting the resumption of the whip. 

When it did not come she lowered her guard and let herself relax. At the precise moment of her total relaxation the whip savagely bit into her left ass cheek with a vengeance. Her scream resonated throughout the Great Hall, to be joined by another equally savage stroke of the whip. Soon her throat was hoarse from her screams and she sobbed uncontrollably as Mistress Endora continued the strokes brutally on her left ass cheek. Ruth hung limply from the chains, only able to moan as the final strokes were tallied. 

Endora stepped back to admire her work. She rubbed her fingers roughly over Ruth's welts and burning asscheeks increasing her torment, causing her to twitch as she hung, belly forward, in front of the Members. Deep red purple welts arose on Ruth's asscheeks, attesting to the ferocity of Endora's caresses with the whip. 

Endora let Ruth hang on her chains while she busied herself selecting a thicker longer whip from the instruments proffered by the Helpers. Ruth shuddered as she saw Endora smile pleasingly at her selection of a terrible instrument of discipline. The whip emitted a low hollow whirling sound as Endora tested it on the wind. "Yes, this will do nicely, won't it my pitiful little slut of a Slave?" Endora asked Ruth. When Ruth did not reply, Endora violently grabbed Ruth's hair and pulled it hard asking, "Cat got your tongue, bitch?" Ruth stammered to find the words Endora was waiting to hear, but could not bring herself to say them. "I'm waiting!" declared Endora as she cruelly twisted Ruth's nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Ruth gathered herself and softly spoke out, barely audibly.

"Please, whip me with this whip now, Mistress." 

"What did you say slut?" Endora demanded. "No one can hear you. Beg, you slut whore!"

"Please." Ruth said in a voice loud enough to be heard by all in the Hall. "Please, Mistress, whip me. Whip me with this whip. I so need it, I want it, please whip me, Mistress".

"As you wish, my lovely little slut. I have no desire to withhold your delicious whipping from you. It would please me to whip you until you satisfy both you and me," Endora replied. "Do you like this whip?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes Mistress, I adore this whip," Ruth responded. Her words barely left her mouth when the savage sting of the whip came crashing down on both of her asscheeks. Her screams were cut short by the hoarseness in her throat, but the pain seared the cheeks of her ass. Ruth tried to count the strokes to gauge the end of the torment, but the whip stung so savagely that she quickly lost count. The tenth and final stroke was delivered ferociously as evidenced by the slight tearing of Ruth's skin across her buttocks. She nearly fainted from the force of the blow and the pain it created. Ruth hung in her restraints as Mistress Endora refreshed herself with a cool glass of white Zinfandel. 

Ruth's ass was on fire from the whipping, but strangely her cunt was hot, sopping wet, throbbing and her juices flowing freely down her thighs. Her clitoris was fully distended, peeking through her cuntlips and poised to cum with even slight encouragement. Endora sensed Ruth's plight and decided to torment her further by kneeling before her and sticking her tongue out towards the throbbing clit. 

She moved her tongue within a half-inch of the engorged pleasure nub and blew on it, but did not lick it. Ruth strained at her manacles trying to push herself out to engulf the outstretched tongue with her cunt and clit, but to no avail. Endora eluded the thrashing body and continued to torment her. "Please, Mistress," Ruth sobbed, "let me cum… please…let me come," she pleaded.

"Not yet, my perverted cum-slut. We've just begun your enjoyment of our ways, but do stay ready, because I may weaken and let you cum, my darling," Endora taunted her with a grin.

"Oh God…please, Mistress. I'll do anything you want!" Ruth begged her.

"You silly bitch!" countered Endora, "You'll do anything I want, anyway!" This elicited a soft laugh from the Members as Endora selected a heavy rubber band from the tray held by a Helper. "This may help, my pretty," Endora taunted as she showed the implement to her restrained victim. Ruth shuddered when she saw the rubber band, remembering how Mistress Lea had used it on the Slave Jon some time ago. Endora smiled wickedly, sensing that Ruth knew what was in the offing for her. Ruth looked about trying to find someone who might help her, but to no avail. Her fate was sealed and she steeled herself to endure the pain that was sure to come her way.

Endora knelt down again and placed her thumb and the rubber band against Ruth's clit. By now the urge to cum had ebbed away, but her clit was still very firm and extended out over her cuntlips. Endora drew the band back as far as she could and let it fly. It struck Ruth's clit like a bullet, causing searing pain to pour throughout her body. Before she could recover, Endora delivered another blow and yet another. Ruth's clit hurriedly diminished as the strokes of the rubber band fell one upon the other. The pain was intense, causing Ruth to buckle at the knees and hang from her chains receiving her lot with hoarse groaning, as she could no longer scream. 

As Ruth believed that she could not stand another second of this special torture, she felt her clitoris responding to the cruel caresses of the rubber band. Through the pain, her clitoris stiffened again and rose to meet the blows. The pain now mingled with joy as the stinging rubber band stimulated Ruth's clit and cunt. She was hurtling towards orgasm from the torment being visited on her clit. With the special joy of total release, Ruth exploded in a gut wrenching orgasm that seemed to continue through the blows raining on her clit. Her body wracked with orgasm. She came again and again and hoped she would continue to cum without end. Ruth could feel the sweat rolling off of her drenched body, as Endora ceased tormenting her and let her hang from her chains. Her ass hurt and was marked with red-purple welts slowly turning to black and blue bruises. Her clit was sore and she knew it was bruised even though she could not see it. She hung slumped over trying to clear her mind, wondering what would be next. She did not have long to wait. 

Although she had not passed out from the torment and the overpowering orgasm, she had somehow drowned out the sounds in the Great Hall, hearing only her screams and the cruel remarks of her Mistress. Slowly, background sounds began to grow louder and she could hear applause and sounds of "Brava, Brava," as the Members rewarded Mistress Endora for her creative use of unique implements, to extract the tribute paid by the Slave entrusted to her. Ruth wondered how much more she would, or could endure. 

Endora motioned and the Helpers moved quickly to attach a chain to the leather band about Ruth's waist. They released the chains that held her arms up and reattached them to steel rings on the stage floor. Ruth now hung from the waist. Her arms and legs remained spread, as before. Now she was bent over, suspended from the waist with her tits hanging down pointed at the floor. Her asscheeks were still spread wide revealing, and making accessible, her asshole and her cunt. Again, she was totally helpless. Her Mistress rubbed her breasts and nipples then added more weights on the nipple rings, stretching her tits and nipples toward the floor. Ruth's nipples hurt badly and it felt as though the rings would tear through the tender flesh of her nipples. Endora jiggled Ruth's tits to make the weights bounce, thus increasing the pain. "Better safe than sorry!" Endora declared, mimicking concern as she added even more weights to Ruth's extended tits. Ruth moaned as the pain cut through her breasts like fire.

"You'll recall this lovely implement," Endora cooed as the rubber band stung hard against Ruth's asshole. Ruth screamed as the blows came rapidly once again, finding their target unerringly as they devastated her aching asshole. She felt as though her sphincter would not hold and she would soil the stage, but that was not the case. She lost count of the strokes as Endora savaged her sphincter with the stinging rubber band. Again and again her asshole would tighten and release as though it were puckering to ward off the rubber band, but without success. Ruth's sweat slowly flowed into her eyes causing another sort of burning sensation. She tried to toss off the salty fluid by throwing her head, but that too, did not work. Finally, she gave up and endured the burning eyes along with the stinging rubber band, the soreness of her nipples and her aching asscheeks. Endora continued to torment her asshole without letup. Ruth hung limply from her waist strap, moaning and jerking violently with each stroke of the rubber band. 

Mistress Endora stopped and spread Ruth's asscheeks so that all could see the deep red torments visited on the pouting little asshole. It burned as fire, especially when Endora pushed two fingers in the tight little opening, causing Ruth to groan heavily. Ruth heard her Mistress sorting through other implements on the tray held by the Helper. She felt a thickness against her sphincter. Pressure began to build as Endora pushed a huge leather dildo against Ruth's asshole. Ruth felt as though she was being ripped apart as the pressure mounted against her resisting sphincter. She began to cry from the pain and the pressure, when slowly the puckered little asshole began to relent and the dildo began to push into it. The phallus shaped dildo entered the yielding asshole until the false cockhead penetrated to its rim. With a great effort, Endora thrust the dildo deep into Ruth's asshole and seated it, in concert with Ruth's screams of pain. 

Two chains hung from the rear of the dildo that now were attached to Ruth's waistband, in front and behind, to hold it firmly in place. Ruth felt completely stuffed to the point of bursting. The initial pain from the great phallus, combined with her extremely sore asshole, caused Ruth to sob bitterly. As the agony from the dildo subsided, Ruth became conscious again of the pain in her nipples from the hanging weights. Endora motioned the Helpers and they instantly moved to change Ruth's position. They placed a collar on Ruth's neck, which was then chained to the stage floor so that she remained bent over. Next they released her wrists from the floor and pulled her arms back and up and reattached the chains so that her arms were suspended over her back uncovering her helpless tits to sway freely without obstruction. Ruth gasped as she realized that her tits were about to be violated by this sadistic Mistress who gave her no quarter, no single kindness and no sympathy for her plight. 

Her Mistress selected a long thin braided leather whip, which she drew over and across Ruth's tits and nipples. The silver bells tingled as if to provide musical accompaniment to the torment of the weights pulling at her nipples. Endora kept up the cruel caresses for a few moments, then pulled her arm back to deliver a stinging blow across both of Ruth's exposed tits. Ruth screamed, but her protests only brought more blows and searing pain to her breasts. The blows and her writhing, jerking motions increased the intensity of the pain from the hanging weights on her nipples. Endora struck Ruth's tits from above, below and on her nipples, raising red welts all over those beautifully shaped 'Apples of Aphrodite'. Ruth nearly fainted from the pain and hung her head down to try to endure. As she dropped her head, Endora's whip crashed across Ruth's mouth and cheek, raising a deep red welt across her face. A Helper grasped Ruth by the hair and roughly pulled her head up to hold it out of the way of the whip that Endora continued to wield. The Mistress kept whipping the helpless tits until they were covered with bruises and welts. 

Ruth hung suspended from her waistband and from her hair held by the Helper. She was totally wet with perspiration and nearly immune to the pain. Ruth's cunt however, was aroused with her juices flowing copiously. She craved satisfaction, even though she was nearly ready to faint from her ordeal. Endora sat upon a low upholstered stool placed in front of Ruth's head by a Helper. She spread her legs wide, revealing a very wet cunt, eager for satisfaction. Endora dragged the stool closer to her suspended Slave, so that her thighs were on either side of Ruth's head. "Service me, Slave!" commanded Endora. Ruth could smell the musk of Endora's cunt. The Helper thrust her forward as Endora brought the whip down on Ruth's back savagely causing a slight trace of blood where the skin was slightly parted. "Service me!" Endora ordered again as she raised the whip. Ruth quickly lunged forward and buried her face against the warm wet cunt that demanded her service. She thrust her tongue into the Endora's pussy and eagerly sucked the juices flowing from Endora's sex. 

A barely audible moan came forth from Endora, as the Slave's tongue worked its magic on her cunt. Her moan became quick gasps as Ruth's tongue found her Mistress's clitoris and bathed it in her saliva. Ruth kept flicking her tongue over the engorged clit as her Mistress was writhing with pleasure. Endora quivered as Ruth's mouth engulfed her cunt and began sucking hard on her throbbing clit. Her endurance was totally depleted and Endora screamed as she exploded in orgasm. She grasped Ruth's hair and pulled her Slave's face into her cunt, savoring each moment of her release. Endora ground her hips into Ruth's face and cried out "Again! Jesus, do it again!" Ruth complied and redoubled her effort sucking her Mistress's cunt to another massive orgasm and Endora still demanded more. Ruth complied and could see a Helper discard her robe to reveal a young and vibrant body obviously sexually aroused, as evidenced by her pert nipples stiffly sticking out and her wet pussy. 

The Helper joined with a naked male Helper whose huge cock beckoned her. Ruth continued servicing Endora's cunt as she watched the girl Helper jump up onto the male, wrap her legs about his waist and lower herself onto his marvelous cock. The cock was buried in her cunt in a single thrust. Holding her asscheeks the male lowered her to the stage floor and began fucking her. The girl returned the male Helpers fuck thrusts with equal vigor. Ruth sensed someone behind her and could feel a thickness brushing against the lips of her pulsating pussy. She instinctively knew that it was the other male Helpers' cock. Ruth's juices flowed even heavier as she squirmed to capture the instrument of pleasure. Her squirming was rewarded when she felt a hard thick cockhead spread her cuntlips wide and slowly enter her wet cunt. The cock was enormous, thick and long. It entered her in a slow and deliberate motion until she could feel the bulbous head pushing at her cervix, deep in her cunt. Without stopping the cock parted the cervix and entered her womb.

Ruth groaned as the huge cock stopped its forward penetration. She felt the Helpers balls slap her sore cuntlips. Her cunt felt as though it would burst from the fullness, as the huge cock competed for Ruth's sexual satisfaction with the dildo entombed in her ass. The Helper began a rhythmic thrusting of his huge piston in and out of her pulsating cunt. With each thrust Ruth could feel her asshole tighten about the dildo and her cunt muscles grasping at the cock fucking her. Her senses were reeling as she sucked Endora's cunt to multiple orgasms. She watched the Helpers fucking on the floor and enjoyed being gloriously fucked herself by a huge cock. She was consumed with sex as she felt herself rising toward orgasm. Ruth shuddered as she came hard. The muscles of her cunt clenched the huge cock as the waves of orgasm swept over her. Her sphincter closed about the huge dildo in her ass with each spasm of her cunt. The immense cock continued relentlessly fucking Ruth's cunt as she came again and again. The Helper fucking her withheld his orgasm to assure that Ruth would cum in multiples as he wonderfully ravaged her cunt. 




Castleton Ch. 4



Endora's orgasm subsided. Drained from her multiple orgasms, she stood up and pulled herself away from Ruth's tongue to stand before her Slave. Ruth was lost in her own orgasms, one upon the other, from the penetrating cock still fucking her. She gave in to several gut wrenching orgasms, as she watched the Helpers fucking on the stage floor. The female Helper too, was coming over and over, with a look of raging lust on her face. Suddenly her partner cried out as he came in torrents into the girl's cunt. Ruth could see him convulse again and again until he gasped, emptied his balls and fell upon the girl. 

Slowly, the completely drained Helper rolled off the girl, who lay panting. He stumbled over to Ruth and placed his cum covered cock at her lips. "Clean it!" commanded Endora. Ruth opened her mouth and the Helper shoved the semen-covered cock to the back of her throat. She licked, sucked and milked the semen from the spent cock, swallowing his offering. He withdrew and Ruth saw the girl Helper sitting in front of her, on the stool that had held Endora. The girl Helper had clenched her cuntlips closed with her fingers. "Clean the cum from her cunt you slut!" ordered Endora. 

Ruth could see cum oozing from the well-fucked cunt before her and opened her mouth to do her Mistress's bidding. The girl Helper squeezed her cunt, as Ruth brought her tongue onto it and licked up the escaping cum. Globules of thick, hot cum kept appearing at the entrance to the girl's cunt each time she squeezed her pussy. Ruth greedily licked up the semen, sucking it into her mouth and swallowing the pearly creamy nectar of life. The girl Helper gave a start, as a hard cum erupted from the sweepings of Ruth's tongue on her pussy. As the orgasm subsided, she rose swiftly and melded into the darkness at the rear of the stage. The Helper stopped fucking her ass when Ruth ceased cumming and just hung from her chains. He withdrew his massive tool from her cunt and slipped a condom onto it. Next, he removed the chain retaining the dildo in Ruth's ass and pulled the dildo out dropping it to the floor. He moved close behind Ruth and inserted the tip of his cock in her asshole. Ruth jerked to avoid his massive cock, but the chains held her fast. Resigned to her fate, she relaxed and awaited the entry of the monstrous prick. 

Just as he had done with her cunt, he entered her asshole slowly, but steadily. Ruth could feel the massive cock, burrowing deep into her asshole, and she wondered if she could take in this magnificent phallus. The applause of the Members coupled with the slapping of the Helper's balls on her cunt told her that she had indeed received every bit of the young stud's shaft. The sensation was pleasant, some discomfort, but not as much pain as she had expected. The dual penetration in her ass by the dildo and her cunt with this huge cock had stretched her enough to preclude any severe pain now. This humiliation was provided for the pleasure of her Mistress and the Members. It was to remind her that she was only an object to be whipped, fucked, humiliated and degraded as willed by the Order. Ruth pondered her plight, while the Helper's massive instrument of pleasure began to pump in and out of her asshole. He would withdraw it slowly, and savagely plunge it to its full depth on the entry stroke. 

Ruth wished that she could reach her cunt to stroke her clitoris to better enjoy the fucking her ass was receiving. Mistress Endora sensed Ruth's desire and motioned the girl Helper to come forth again. The girl dropped to her knees under Ruth and placed her mouth over her cunt and clitoris and began to suck them. Ruth nearly swooned from the pleasure she was receiving from the girls tongue and the huge prick fucking her ass. Ruth came again and again. She hung from the chains and cycled through multiple orgasms, unable to tell if the tongue or the cock caused her orgasms. Happily and wearily she accepted both sources and whimpered with joy and pleasure. Suddenly, concurrent with a mind numbing cum, she felt the cock in her ass stiffen momentarily. The cock exploded, as the Helper fucking her ass, came in a wrenching orgasm deep in her ass. The spasms of his cock seemed to lift Ruth in her chains with only the collar holding her in place. 

He seemed to cum for several minutes, although she knew it was only a few seconds. He spewed cum into his condom-covered cock deep in her ass. She could feel the condom filling with his semen, until it was bigger than the bulbous head on his cock. Ruth thought the condom would split open depositing the Helper's seed deep within her. The cock softened and the Helper slowly withdrew it from her tight sore little asshole. Mistress Endora carefully removed the condom from the cock it surrounded. She held it up as if measuring the huge quantity of semen it held. "Have her clean that magnificent cock," Endora told the Helper. He moved in front of Ruth and pushed his cock to her lips. Ruth licked the now flaccid organ of the residual semen covering the spent cock, swallowing the meager offering. Endora nodded and the Helpers released Ruth from all of her restraints. She fell to the stage floor exhausted, aching, thirsty and wishing for something cool to drink. 

Endora knelt down at Ruth's head and commanded her to open her mouth. Ruth understood and opened her mouth to receive the semen from the condom. The nectar cascaded from the condom into her mouth in a thick continuous sticky stream. Ruth swallowed again and again to be sure she did not allow any semen to escape her mouth. Endora pushed the condom inside out into Ruth's waiting mouth, and she licked the inside of the condom clean, assuring that none of the nectar eluded her tongue. Endora stood to the standing ovation of the assembled Members as they shouted, "Brava, Brava", when she held up the empty condom for all to see. 

When the applause died out Endora motioned for the Helpers to grasp Ruth and stand her at the post. They manacled her wrists above her head and her ankles were spread wide and restrained to rings on the stage floor. Mistress Endora knelt in front of her Slave and roughly examined Ruth's cuntlips. She held up a long sharp piercing tool for all to see, especially her Slave. Ruth realized that Endora was going to pierce her cuntlips and she squirmed without success in an effort to avoid the needle. Endora knelt down again and pressed the needle's point against Ruth's cuntlips, pricking them at several places as though she was unsure where to pierce her nether lips. Of course it was a sham, she was only exacting additional pain from her helpless Slave. 

Tiring of the game, Endora grabbed Ruth's cuntlips just below her clit and savagely thrust the needle through both lips at once. Ruth screamed in pain, as Endora swirled the needle around the inside of the cuntlips to make sure the hole was well placed and the lips fully pierced. She slipped a golden ring through each cunt lip and hung a single tiny silver bell through both rings. 

She dabbed the aching cuntlips with a disinfectant and stood up in a theatrical pose with her arms spread wide and a grin on her face. Ruth hung from her manacles as the Helpers removed the weights from each nipple ring, helped her stand and released her hands and ankles. They placed a white robe, trimmed in red satin, about her shoulders, signifying that she was elevated to Slave status. They led her from the stage as Ruth heard Mistress Endora instruct the Helpers to, "Take her to my chambers."

The end, Chapter 4



Castleton Ch. 5



(D/s, Fem domination, oral, hetero and bi-sex, erotic torture & piercing) 

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Life at Castleton resumed as before for the remaining Novices. Ruth had been elevated to Slave status and she no longer lived with the Novices. She now lived with Mistress Endora in the Great House and was becoming very adept at pleasing her Mistress and any other Master or Mistress to whom Endora would loan her. Ruth felt complete. She received as much sex as she needed and reveled in periodic correction and discipline from her Mistress or other Members. She had not yet been punished for any infraction, but had been forced to witness the punishment of another Slave who had violated the Orders rules, having been caught masturbating in bed. The Slave was punished severely and without mercy. 

He was an object lesson for the Slaves and Novices alike. It was three days before he was able to get out of bed to join the other Slaves. His Mistress forbade him to cum for two months even though she and others, at her bidding, constantly kept him aroused by playing with his cock, balls and nipples. Finally, the poor wretch could not stand it and chose to cum without permission, only to suffer worse punishment. In Ruth's mind, the punishment was surely not worth the brief moment of pleasure that his orgasm provided.

Slaves were not permitted to talk to any one except the Mistresses and Masters, and then only by asking and receiving permission. Although Slaves interacted daily with Helpers, other Slaves and occasionally with Novices, they were expected to remain mute or risk punishment. Any of the Masters or Mistresses could demand sexual service from a Slave and receive it without question. No sexual act was considered taboo, if ordered by a Member, at any time or place within the confines of Castleton. 

Helpers would rarely rise above their Helper status and did not become Masters or Mistresses. They enjoyed the privileges of speaking when they wished and participating in the ceremonies at the Members discretion. They were prohibited from sex with Novices or Slaves, without permission from a Member. Violations earned them corrections, discipline or punishment.

Each of the Novices would undergo their personal Ordeal to advance to Slave status. They experienced essentially the same trials that Ruth had undergone, with some variations, as preferred by the Master or Mistress that selected them. June was second to stand for the Ordeal and she accounted herself handsomely for her Master. Myrna, Ella and Alteisha followed, all selected by Mistresses. Alteisha's ordeal was prolonged beyond what any of the Members thought possible, without losing consciousness. She fought the whip and the manacles, refusing to scream or cry out. She became a challenge to her Mistress, Darla, who accepted it eagerly, and took great pleasure in breaking Alteisha with a Cat o' Nine Tails, among other instruments. Alteisha's skin was broken in several places and she bled for her efforts. In the end however, the whip mastered her will, and she was broken. Her screams were frenzied and she begged for mercy, to no avail, as she was whipped on her tits, cunt and ass with the 'Cat'. Alteisha relished servicing her Mistress Darla with her mouth and tongue, as she was being whipped. Ultimately, she surrendered to Darla's will. Her Mistress took a final vengeance with a most painful piercing of Alteisha's cuntlips, which was prolonged for effect, and the pleasure of Mistress Darla.

The twins, Dixie and Trixie, were selected as Slaves by another pair of twins, the male twin, Master Leo and his sister Mistress Cleo. They decided to put Dixie and Trixie through their Ordeals together. The Members enjoyed the novelty of the 'twins on twins' ordeal and reveled in watching Leo and Cleo interchange their ministrations on the Novices, about to become their Slaves. Leo and Cleo were both beautiful people and other than their gender their facial features were nearly identical. Master Leo's body was nicely sculpted and though powerful, was not overly muscular. Cleo was a beauty in all sense of the word. Her body displayed beautiful tits with pronounced nipples, resembling the protruding tips of torpedoes. She was slender and tall, and could employ the whip as expertly and as heavily as her brother. Both relished doing so. Dixie and Trixie withstood their ordeal, and the piercing that followed, with determination. Their Ordeal ended and they were taken to Leo and Cleo's chambers. The twin Dominants lived together, and often ‘did’ each other with respect to the lash and sex. After tonight they had a readily available orgy in their chambers whenever the mood struck them.

Finally, the last of the Novices, shy Florence, was selected for her Ordeal. She had caught the eye of none other than the Grand Master himself. She had pleased him when Mistress Lea had Florence, and the other novices, sexually abuse him the weekend he served as a Slave. Her shyness captured his attention. He somehow knew that Florence would make a marvelous Slave, hence his desire to take her himself. Though sincere, her shyness belied a dedication to both the lash and the sexual delights that she sought. Tonight she would cross over to become his Slave. Before becoming Grand Master he was known as Master Octavian and by that name he would place this Novice through her Ordeal this night.

The Great Hall was filled to over flowing. This was a special night because Grand Master Octavian was to perform the ordeal. Masters and Mistresses of the Order, who did not live at Castleton, had been invited as guests and witnesses. All Helpers and Slaves were to be permitted to watch the Grand Master perform this night. The Members were seated in their usual places with their Slaves at their feet. The Great Hall was warm from the crowd hence nearly everyone had their robes open revealing their naked bodies. Mistress Lea escorted Florence into the Great Hall, onto the stage and made to kneel down to await her Ordeal. The assembled Members quickly fell silent as Grand Master Octavian entered and took the Phallic Throne. Lea cleared her throat and began to speak. "Masters and Mistresses," she began, "tonight we are privileged to witness the Grand Master's selected Novice complete her ordeal. Octavian, Grand Master of us all, has selected, for his pleasure, the Novice Florence kneeling before you. Let the Ordeal begin!" 

Lea dismounted the stage and took her seat among the Members. The Grand Master Octavian motioned to the Helpers on the stage to begin. Without a sound the Helpers removed the blue satin robe from Florence's body and stood her up, naked. Instinctively Florence tried to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms, but the Helpers prevented this. The Members applauded her vain failed effort to hide her cunt and tits. The Helpers lifted Florence up by her arms and thighs. They pulled her arms back thrusting out her beautiful tits and nipples. The Helpers carried her about the Great Hall pausing before the Masters and Mistresses so that they could examine her tits and nipples. The last stop was in front of Grand Master Octavian, who examined her breasts and sampled her nipples with his tongue. Next, the Helpers spread her legs wide revealing her wet cunt. Again they presented her to the Members for viewing before stopping at the Grand Masters throne. Octavian opened her cunt with his fingers and felt for the swelling of her clitoris. He grabbed it and held it between thumb and forefinger, as it engorged. Florence moaned, sighing in shame mixed with pleasure at the manipulation of her clit. 

The Grand Master leaned his head between her thighs and tasted her cunt, swirling his tongue about her cunt and clit. Florence nearly came, but fortunately held back, as she was not given permission to cum. The Helpers rolled Florence over and spread her asscheeks wide, revealing her asshole, and presented to the Members again for their viewing pleasure. Florence was mortified at this unseemly gesture. Again the Helpers brought her to the Phallic throne, to present her to the Grand Master. Octavian reached under her asshole, wet his forefinger in her cunt juices and thrust it up her asshole as far as he could. Florence jerked as the finger explored inside her. Octavian withdrew his finger and tasted her asshole with his tongue, lightly lapping it and gently pushing at her sphincter with his tongue. Florence blushed as the Helpers carried her to the stage, followed by the Grand Master.

Florence was placed on her back on a low bench and bound to it so her wrists were restrained at the rear legs of the bench. Her head hung down, as there was no support at the rear. Her legs were spread wide and ankles restrained to rings in the stage floor. Her face turned a deep shade of pink as she blushed at the knowledge that all assembled could view her wet cunt. The Grand Master Octavian mounted the stage, removed his robe and positioned himself behind Florence's head. He was naked except for the black leather hood that he chose to keep over his head and upper face. It added to Florence's anxiety. His huge balls were suspended over her face and his massive cock was rock hard seeping pre-cum in anticipation. A tray of whips, clamps and other instruments was placed within Octavian's reach. Octavian began by brushing his huge balls back and forth across Florence's face and wiping his pre-cum on her lips. Florence's tongue immediately shot out to take the pre-cum and taste its salty flavor. He lowered his balls to her mouth, which opened to admit them. Florence licked and suckled at them one at a time. She tried to take them both in her mouth, but was unable until Octavian assisted her. Her mouth was so full that she could hardly breath, but Florence kept fast to her task until he pulled up to remove them. 

He replaced them with his cock and Florence had difficulty getting her mouth around its ample girth. Again he assisted her and allowed her to lick and suck while he selected an inch wide leather strap. He wrapped one end around his fist to make a sturdy handle and held the strap at his side. He pushed his cock down Florence's throat until she gagged, hardly able to breathe. Octavian continued to push, cutting off all air to his Slave, as he watched her frantically gasp, squirm and gyrate to breathe. Suddenly, in a coordinated motion he withdrew his massive cock from her mouth and simultaneously brought the strap down hard on the soft tender flesh of her inner thighs. Florence first gasped for air, then screamed from the pain cutting at her thigh. Again and again the cruel strap exacted its toll and she screamed, as the welts grew higher and redder. Octavian spared her no quarter as he savagely whipped both thighs until she begged for mercy between the screams. When fifteen equal strokes were delivered to each inner thigh, he stopped to change instruments.

“Thank me!” He commanded. She complied, with tears running from both eyes and the welts swelling high. He selected a long thin braided leather whip from the tray. He raised his arm high to test the whip in the air. The swishing sound brought new terror to Florence, as she tried to collect her senses, for what was to come. Without warning, Octavian cracked the whip hard in the fold between her cuntlip and her thigh. Florence nearly fainted from the pain. Before she could scream another blow fell savagely on the other side. Her screams pierced the hushed Great Hall, but Octavian did not relent until fifteen strokes to each side, had been harshly applied. Florence sobbed, screamed and moaned as pain wracked her body. Two Helpers appeared from either side, each wearing a leather glove. Each Helper clasped a thumb and forefinger on a cunt lip and pulled her cunt fully open, revealing a fully engorged clit straining to be satisfied.

Octavian selected a pair of nipple clamps resembling thumbscrews and tightened one on each pert and upright nipple. Florence cried out as the screws were turned down tightly, squeezing her nipples. She momentarily forgot the pain in her thighs because of her hurting nipples. Throughout her ordeal, she felt pangs of sexual desire in her aroused cunt and clit. She ached for relief, but none was forthcoming. Instead, she nearly fainted again as the thin leather whip smashed brutally, on Florence’s clit and cunt. Unerringly, Octavian flailed at her cunt and clit again and again. As he continued to deliver the strokes, Octavian nodded to a Helper, to hook a weight to each nipple ring. The added weight pulled each firm tit toward Florence's armpits, increasing the pain in her nipples. Finally, without heeding any of her screams for mercy, her Master delivered the thirtieth blow and stopped. Florence wailed as an infant from her pain, but through it all she still felt extremely sexually aroused.

Octavian stepped back so Florence could see that he still held the long slender whip. She closed her eyes momentarily to rest and Octavian chose that instant to bring the whip down hard on her left tit. She screamed as the whip next savaged her right breast. Her Master alternated between breasts, striking them brutally raising welts and bruises. The whip bit her nipples as it crashed down, causing the weights and clamps to jerk about, amplifying her considerable pain. Each tit received fifteen forceful strokes before her Master paused her torment, to refresh himself with a cool glass of Chardonnay. During this lull in Florence's ordeal, the Helpers released her momentarily, rolled her over face down and bound her again. Though her breasts were small, they were crushed against the bench. The attached weights and clamps caused even more pain as they were caught underneath her breasts. The Grand Master moved to one side, and using the same whip, rained down cutting blows on her asscheeks in equal lots of fifteen each. The deep red welts rose up again to lay testament to the ferocity of the whip against her tender flesh. Without pausing after the thirtieth stroke, Octavian moved to whip Florence's back. Fresh welts quickly arose as her Master continued to deliver the full complement of thirty lashes before pausing. Florence sobbed and wept openly as tears flowed from her eyes. She was drenched with sweat and her tears were lost in the rivulets of sweat that ran everywhere on her body. Her long hair was sopping wet and hung down on either side of her head. Octavian moved toward her legs and rewarded Florence with fifteen lashes across each calf. By now, Florence was beyond screaming. Her tortured body hurt all over and she could not stop moaning long enough to plead for mercy. The Helpers returned, with their gloved hands, to pry apart her asscheeks to be attacked by the Grand Masters whip. Florence tried to tighten her ass so that the cheeks would not open, but to no avail, the Helpers defeated her. She whimpered as her Master moved in front of her head and offered her his massive sweaty cock. 

With great effort, Florence opened her mouth to admit her Masters cock to be licked, tongued and sucked. She realized her asshole was to receive thirty strokes of the whip, while she sucked the Grand Masters cock. She prayed that she would not bite him, nor allow a single tooth to touch Masters cock. Knowing that if she did, she would be so punished, that this ordeal would seem like child's play by comparison. She sucked as best as she could, given her inability to move very much, and the girth of the cock she was sucking. Florence braced herself to withstand the coming blows, without any let up to the gentle licking and sucking of her Masters cock. She regarded it a small victory, as she sucked without pausing when the first cut of the whip struck her fully across her asshole. It seared with burning pain, but she was not deterred from the task of pleasing her Master. Her taking in stride, the first wicked blow, was not lost on her Master. He admired his chosen Slave's tenacity, without even a short pause in her sucking. Master and Slave continued their assigned tasks until concurrent with the thirtieth stroke Octavian erupted in an avalanche of cum deep into Florence's mouth. 

She redoubled her efforts and was rewarded with additional eruptions of thick, creamy cum from his cock, while at the same time preventing even a single drop, to escape from her lips. When the last bit of cum was pumped into her mouth and she swallowed, the Grand Master withdrew his now cleansed and flaccid cock from her mouth. The assembled Members applauded with delight at the performance. Florence was released from the bench and helped to the bed on the stage. A male Helper lay naked on the bed with his huge hardon standing upright pointed at the ceiling. Florence climbed slowly on the bed and sat over the Helpers waist with her knees on either side of him. Her ass was lifted and the cockhead placed at the entrance of her wet cunt. Florence needed no further instruction and promptly impaled herself on the upright cock. She plunged down to touch her cuntlips to the Helpers pubic area. 

Grand Master Octavian's cock was hard and upright again, as he fitted a condom on his tool. He lubricated the condom and placed his cockhead on Florence's tight, exposed, sore and accessible asshole. She was extremely tight as he pushed against her resisting sphincter. Finally, as if surrendering, the sphincter gave way and the massive cock was buried deep in her asshole. Florence gasped at the fullness she felt in her cunt and ass as the Grand Master's balls were slapping against her cock filled cunt. Though she was fully aroused sexually, she ached all over from the whip and lash. Her sexual needs, however, were paramount now and she begged, pleaded and screamed to be ravished. “Fuck me!” she shouted, “please dear God…fuck me now! Fuck me!” 

A female Helper straddled the male underneath Florence and offered him her asshole, while presenting her cunt to Florence. The male's tongue eagerly sought her asshole and began licking the puckered little orifice. Florence's mouth closed on the juicy cunt before her and she licked the cuntlips from top to bottom before plunging her tongue deep into the girl's throbbing sex. Florence felt the mighty cocks begin to thrust in and out, alternating their penetrations. Both her cunt and her asshole tightly clasped at the cocks, as they drew back, to prevent them from exiting either of her orifices. Another Helper moved to the bed and quickly tied Octavian's balls to the balls of the Helper fucking Florence's cunt. He wrapped a rawhide cord tightly around the Grand Masters balls and did the same to the Helper under Florence. The cord, pulling on their balls, heightened their pleasure and provided them some slight measure of the pleasure/pain, they craved. 

The pain of Florence's body ebbed away as the lust of her fucking overcame her. Florence could simply not get enough of either cock, or the juicy cunt she was sucking. She moaned with pleasure as the joyful pistons impaled her, one after the other, again and again. The female Helper cried out as her orgasm consumed her. She did not back away, but instead grasped Florence by her wet hair and pulled her face into her cunt. “Again!” she gasped softly, as she ground her cunt harder onto Florence's mouth and tongue.

“Oh, God!” screamed Florence into the girl's cunt as she felt the first pangs of orgasm rising in her clit. “I'm cumming!” she shouted, and her body shuddered and jerked as she came hard. She tried to pull her knees out from under her, but the huge cock impaling her cunt prevented her from moving far. As her orgasm ebbed away she pulled her knees up and again began to relish the fucking she was getting, and giving. Both Florence and the girl Helper enjoyed several orgasms, as the mini-orgy on stage continued. Each succeeding orgasm was stronger than the previous and they reveled in their cumming. The massive cocks seemed rooted in her cunt and asshole, as Florence thankfully marveled at their endurance and discipline. After another mind numbing orgasm, Florence could feel the Grand Masters balls tighten up, as they no longer slapped at her cock filled cunt. The cock in her cunt grew even harder and Florence sensed that soon they both would cum. The Helper exploded first, expelling a huge load of hot semen deep inside Florence's cunt. She could feel the thick, pearly liquid striking the walls of her cunt as spurt after spurt of semen poured into her. The creamy nectar oozed from around the massive cock onto the Helpers pubic area and balls. Octavian put his strong arms around Florence's waist and pulled her up and away from the flaccid cock exiting her cunt. Quickly the girl Helper dove beneath Florence and sealed cum from flowing out of her cunt with her mouth. Expertly, she released the rawhide cord from Octavian's and the male Helpers balls. Slowly the Grand Master, Florence and the girl Helper backed away from the bed until Florence's head was over the male Helpers cock. “Clean his cock, now!” the Grand Master commanded. Florence greedily complied, leaning down to take the flaccid, cum covered cock in her mouth and lick it clean. Next, she moved her tongue to his pubic area and balls, licking away all traces of the pearly cum. 




Castleton Ch. 5



The girl Helper sucked all cum that Florence could squeeze out of her cunt, but she did not swallow it. Instead, she grabbed Florence by the back of her head and kissed her full on the lips. Her tongue pushed into Florence's mouth and pushed cum into it. Florence was startled at first then smiled at her girl lovers' gift, swallowing the gift of cum. As she swallowed, Octavian groaned, as hot semen exploded from his cock deep within Florence's bowels. She could feel the condom swell with cum as Octavian's cock spewed forth volumes of thick, creamy semen. Again and again the massive pump within Octavian's balls expelled his semen. The Grand Master had never cum with such intensity and force. He was totally drained of his fluids in this stupendous orgasm. He felt his knees buckling and grasped Florence's waist to keep from falling to his knees, from the powerful orgasm he had just experienced.

Octavian let his Slave fall face up on the bed as he withdrew his still massive and upright cock. He carefully pulled the condom from his cock without spilling any of the nectar it contained and climbed onto the bed to straddle Florence's head with his knees. On his hands and knees he offered his hard cum covered cock to Florence for cleansing. With no need for a command Florence took the throbbing organ deep into her mouth. She licked the head, under the rim, down the shaft. Her tongue cleansed her Masters’ balls, assuring that none of the residual cum was lost, then she deep throated Octavian's cock. Although he had just had a massive orgasm, Octavian's cock retained its rigidity. His sensitive cockhead could barely stand the wonderful tongue bathing that it was receiving. He groaned with pleasure and his body writhed from the joy emanating from that marvelous mouth and tongue. Suddenly, he exploded again shooting torrents of pearly thick cum down Florence’s throat. She gagged, recovered, gagged again then swallowed each load, as it cascaded from his cock, over her tongue and down her throat. Florence held her lips hard around the cockhead, at its rim, to assure that she had taken all the nectar that was offered. 

Her Master withdrew his huge flaccid cock from her mouth. Florence looked up at Octavian and smiled. He brought his cum filled condom to her lips and she hungrily opened her mouth to accept her reward. Octavian held the condom several inches from her mouth so all assembled could see the pearly thick cream ooze out of the condom and flow slowly into her mouth. Octavian prolonged the ritual to milk the full measure of submission from his Slave. Finally, he turned the condom inside out and allowed Florence to completely lick and suck it clean of the semen. Octavian stood up to the cheers and applause of the assembled Members. Shouts of “Bravo-Bravo!” resounded throughout the Great Hall. The Grand Master motioned to the Helpers and they placed Florence back on the bench and restrained her again face up. Her head hung down in back of the bench, so she could not see what was to happen to her cunt and tits. The pain in her whipped body had nearly subsided, but deep red welts were eloquent evidence of her ordeal. The welts smarted, but generally Florence felt good, yet tired and drenched with sweat. 

Florence tried to raise her head, to see what was happening, but could not. A male Helper thrust his cock into her mouth and deep down her throat. If she tried to move her head she would gag, so Florence lay still to accept her fate. She began to suck the cock in her mouth. Florence could feel two female Helpers caressing her tits and nipples. They removed the clamps and the weights and each girl took a nipple in her mouth to suckle and nurse the small hard upturned nipples. Florence warmed to their tongues, happily sucked the cock in her mouth, and relished the nursing Helpers. She was startled to feel a large wet object pleasantly licking her cunt and asshole. It was someone's tongue, and it felt great as it swept over her cuntlips, barely touching her clit and flowing over her asshole. The tongue finished licking her cuntlips and asshole then eagerly parted the cuntlips to probe inside. It probed deeper and deeper into her cunt. 

The frenzy of the tongue increased markedly, frequently rolling over inside her and out around her engorged clitoris. Her cunt had never been sucked like this! She moaned while sucking at the cock in her mouth and gyrated in rhythm with the girls licking and sucking her nipples. Intermittently, the tongue in her cunt would pull out and surge deeply again into her cunt. The tongue became even more frenzied as she came and added more of her juices to her pussy. She felt an irresistible urge to cum and erupted. Once Florence started to cum, it seemed that her cunt could not stop cumming. These not only were multiple orgasms, but continual orgasms. Florence barely had time to recover from one orgasm when another was upon her. This continued until the cock in her mouth erupted in an explosion of hot, thick cum. Florence swallowed quickly to avoid gagging and took all the semen offered. Soon, the cock became flaccid in her mouth and she licked it all over, to cleanse it fully, before the Helper withdrew it.

The girls continued sucking her nipples as Florence raised her head to see the source of this marvelous tongue ravishing her cunt. The restraints prevented her from leaping from the bench as her eyes beheld a huge giant of a man with a huge long tongue licking hard at her cunt. Florence could not withhold cumming, as he licked at her cunt and clit. The Grand Master stood at one side watching the performance with interest. Florence's mind reeled as she continued to cum, as he hungrily licked the honey from her cunt. When he extracted the last of her juices, he mounted the bench where Florence could see his enormous cock. The huge man inserted his great cock into Florence's throbbing pussy. Secretly, Florence welcomed the huge cock, as she would any other. The man fucked her for several minutes then in a mighty thrust buried his cock deep into Florence’s cunt. Florence screamed as the huge cock distended her belly as the man fucked her. His thick cock pushed its way to her cervix and kept fucking her. The man exploded in a heavy outburst of semen. Florence felt his cum filling her uterus as he continued his massive orgasm. Finally, he slumped forward as the force of his orgasm momentarily sapped his strength. He quickly recovered and climbed down to lick his semen from Florence's cunt. When he finished with Florence, the man returned to the rear of the stage.

Florence was released from the bench, dragged to the post and her wrists and ankles restrained again. Her spent and exhausted body literally hung limply from her chains. The Grand Master summoned Mistress Endora to the stage with her piercing instruments. He watched, as Endora extracted every possible bit of anxiety, agony and fear from her victim. She slowly and painfully began the piercing ritual. Florence could see her former Novice friends, now all Slaves, smiling as they watched the shy Florence have her cuntlips pierced and ringed, by Endora. Tiring of prolonging the game, Endora grabbed Florence's cuntlips just below her clit and savagely thrust the needle through both lips at once. Florence screamed from pain as Endora swirled the needle around the inside of the cuntlips hole to make sure the hole was well placed and the lips fully pierced. 

Endora slipped a golden ring through each cunt lip and hung a single tiny silver bell through both rings. She dabbed the aching cuntlips with a disinfectant, stood up in a theatrical pose with her arms spread wide, and a grin on her face. Florence hung limply from her manacles. Helpers assisted her to stand so they could release her hands and ankles. They put the blue satin robe about her shoulders and led her from the stage. Florence faintly heard the Grand Master order the Helpers to, “Escort her to my chambers.” She was literally dragged from the Great Hall to sounds of cheers, applause and shouts of "Bravo, Bravo" ringing in her ears.



Castleton Ch. 6



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Following Florence's Ordeal, the Members gathered their Slaves to leave the Great Hall. Everyone was eager to go to their chambers to relieve themselves of the sexual tension created by the Grand Master and his new Slave. The Members pulled at their Slaves collar chains to hurry them along. Helpers were left behind to clean the Great Hall and to go to bed unless they were selected by Members to come to their chambers after completing their cleaning chores. These were the lucky ones.

Master Leo, Mistress Cleo and their Slaves, Dixie and Trixie, were among the first to exit the Great Hall. Cleo was obviously aroused and anxious, as evidenced by the copious flow of juices from her cunt. Her cunt and thighs glistened from her nectar and she desperately wanted to reach the privacy of her lodgings. Although she had selected Dixie as her Slave, she and her brother Leo interchanged Slaves nearly at will. Usually their sessions involved the four of them in all imaginable sex acts, and some unimagined. 

Their lodgings were near the highest level of the medieval tower of the Great House. It contained a sitting room, a bathroom and two bedrooms. The large bedroom was for Leo and Cleo, and a smaller one with twin beds for their Slaves. All rooms, except the bathroom, had fireplaces and were furnished with items that were useful for corrections, discipline or punishment sessions. Chains hung down from the ceiling in several places to facilitate their sessions. Steel rings were embedded in the walls, furniture, floor and ceilings throughout the chambers. The instruments of pain and pleasure were neatly arranged in glass cases mounted on the walls throughout. They contained a large variety of whips, straps, lashes, paddles, restraints, gags and clamps. Other cases held dildos, vibrators, suction and vacuum devices, lubricants, lotions and oils. The inventory was as complete as could be imagined.

The Master and Mistress had trained their Slaves well. Both slave women ran into the sitting room, removed and hung up their robes and assumed a kneeling position. "Assume the position to receive the training plugs!" Commanded Master Leo. Both Slaves grasped their asscheeks spread them wide and bent over to touch their foreheads to the floor. Mistress Cleo put a thin coating of lubricant on two vibrator dildos and thrust them deeply into each of the proffered assholes. The twins gasped as the thick dildos forced their entry past their sphincters and came to rest deep in their asses. Each dildo was shaped as a thick phallus with a bulbous head, long shaft and a depression around the lower end to be trapped by the sphincter and held fast as a butt plug. 

The two Slaves were led to benches were laid down face up. Their wrists and ankles were restrained and made fast to the benches. Each of them was fitted with a ball gag and weights were placed on their nipple rings. Master Leo selected a Cat o' Nine tails and swished it lovingly through the air over the Slaves heads, so they could see what was to come. Mistress Cleo chose a long thin braided whip and brandished it in a similar fashion. Without warning, she arched the whip and struck a hard blow to the underside of Trixie's left tit. The Slave tried to scream, but the ball gag did its job well and only a moan could be heard. Dixie suffered a similar fate as Master Leo's 'nine tails' lashed across both tits and nipples. Leo and Cleo alternated their blows from one Slave to the other without let up until each had been awarded twenty strokes. The Slaves torment was now shifted to their cunts, as their Master and Mistress each awarded them another twenty strokes. Finally with both Slaves, sobbing with tears streaming down their faces, Leo and Cleo paused to refresh themselves with glasses of cool white wine. 

Master Leo turned on the vibrator dildos that they had embedded in their Slaves' asses. He amused himself watching the Slaves squirm with delight as the vibrators aroused them sexually. Both had very sensitive sphincters and would often come from vibrator stimulation of their assholes. Cleo selected two more vibrator dildos with clit stimulators built into them and inserted one in each of the twin Slaves cunts making sure the clitoris stimulators were in the right place and working. She fastened them in place with a fine steel chain about their waists and down through an eyelet in the dildo and back to their waists. Leo released the twin Slaves from their restraints and removed the ball gags. He led them into the master bedroom to kneel at bedside. Mistress Cleo got on the bed to lie down, spread her legs wide revealing her wet throbbing cunt. Master Leo joined her and lay next to his sister with his hard enormous cock upright and seeping pre-cum.

"Approach," Commanded Leo and both Slaves climbed onto the bed. Dixie began to slowly rub her tits and nipples all over Master Leo's body. Trixie did the same to Mistress Cleo. The rubbing of their breasts aroused their Master's and Mistress's sexual fervor and both began to breathe heavier as they groped for their Slaves' bodies. Cleo removed Trixie's nipple weights and suckled her tits eagerly. Leo had Dixie suck his nipples while he amused himself pulling on the weights attached to her nipple rings. The Slaves sexual arousal began to heighten as they serviced their 'owners' while the double vibrators stimulated their cunts, clits and assholes. Both Slaves knew that they would face stern corrections if they came without permission and they strained to hold back any orgasm. Cleo's tongue on Trixie's nipples was more than Trixie could bear and she shuddered to a wrenching orgasm. 

"You'll pay for that, you slut!" declared Cleo as she closed her eyes to receive more of Trixie's tongue. "Lick at my cunt," she ordered her Slave. Trixie licked Mistress Cleo's abdomen, stopping to lick lovingly at her navel before descending to the cleft between her Mistress's thighs. She was careful to only lick the cuntlips and withstood the urge to suck Cleo's clitoris into her mouth. Her tongue lapped the cuntlips up and down and passed over the tops of the nether lips without forcing them open. She was well aware that failure to follow her directions to the letter would only bring more corrections. 

Master Leo moved Dixie's mouth from his nipples to his cock in such a position that Dixie could watch her sister lick Cleo's cunt. "Watch your slut sister lick her Mistress's cunt," said Leo as his cock got even harder when Dixie took it in her mouth. Dixie sucked the bulbous head and watched closely at Trixie licking the cuntlips of her Mistress. Cleo raised her legs and grasped her thighs behind her knees pulling her ass up exposing her asshole. Trixie quickly licked across Cleo's perineum and rolled her tongue lightly around Cleo's asshole. The Mistress sighed deeply and pushed her body toward Trixie's tongue. The Slave quickened her pace and thrust her tongue deep into Cleo's waiting asshole. Cleo erupted in a thundering orgasm, shuddering as the Slaves' tongue brought her off again. Cleo reached out and pulled at Dixie's arm to unclasp her mouth from Leo's cock. Leo nodded his approval and Dixie swiftly mounted her Mistress in a sixty-nine position and hungrily took Cleo's cuntlips into her mouth. Her Mistress removed the vibrator from Dixie's cunt to reveal a swollen clitoris.

Cleo eagerly accepted Dixie's cunt and bit hard on the cuntlips before sucking in the engorged clitoris peering out from its hood. Dixie now ventured to open Cleo's cuntlips with her tongue. Cleo was ready and she wrapped her legs around Dixie's head, grinding her cunt into her face. Trixie continued to tongue fuck Cleo's asshole as Master Leo took a position behind her. He removed Trixie's vibrator from her cunt, parted her cuntlips and rammed his rock hard cock deep into her cunt. Cleo came again from both tongues licking her openings and drew deep breaths to recover from the breathtaking orgasms. "I forbid the Slaves to cum, dear brother," she gasped. 

"Discipline Slaves!" commanded Leo to Dixie and Trixie. Both girls fought hard against the urge to climax, given the wonderful attention their cunts were receiving. "Don't worry, Mistress Cleo," Leo said, "they know better and if they fail to endure, the whip will remind them of the error of their ways."

"Yes, Yes," agreed his sister as she came again into Dixie's mouth. Dixie's face glistened from her Mistress's juices as Cleo was in a state of near perpetual orgasm. The twin Slave's faces were close to one another and could see each other sucking at their Mistress's cunt and asshole. As Cleo bucked in a fierce orgasm she pulled herself away from both girls, who took that opportunity to kiss deeply on the lips, sucking each others' tongue into their mouths tasting their Mistress's nectar. Just as quickly the Slaves returned to their assigned tasks. Master Leo witnessed the sisterly kiss, but chose to dismiss any award of correction for it. He thought it was a fine show of affection between siblings and he recalled he and Cleo doing similar things when they were Slaves. He redoubled his effort at Trixie's cunt as he exploded a shower of spunk deep inside her cunt. His spasms caused spurts of thick creamy cum to splash about Trixie's cunt walls, seep out of her cunt and flow thickly down her thigh. 

Cleo immediately recognized that Leo's outcry meant he had cum and she pushed Dixie off of her and placed her under Trixie's cunt to lick the seeping semen. "None must be wasted!" exclaimed Cleo as she directed Dixie to lick a drop of cum that had fallen on Master Leo's foot. She next ordered her to lick his balls free of semen that had spilled upon them. "Clean your Masters cock, slut!" commanded Cleo as Master Leo withdrew his massive tool from Trixie's cunt. Dixie licked at the mighty cock to cleanse it of cum around the head, behind the rim and down the semi-hard shaft. She finished her task in time to put her mouth over her sisters' cunt to prevent the flowing semen from spilling out. Trixie squeezed her cunt muscles and the thick creamy cum flowed out in globules, dripping onto her twin sisters' outstretched tongue. Dixie eagerly lapped it up then placed her mouth against her sisters' cunt and sucked out the rest into her mouth.

Neither of the Slaves had cum during this second session. Mistress Cleo congratulated them on their discipline, but reminded Trixie of her previous indiscretion. "You were not given permission to cum, yet you allowed yourself to do so," stated Mistress Cleo. "Dixie, you will correct your sister, and if I think you're slacking, you will receive double her reward." Master Leo placed Trixie on the bed and restrained her wrists and ankles from four chains hanging from the ceiling. He arranged the chains to assure that her legs and arms were upright and spread wide so her tits and cunt were easily accessible. Mistress Cleo selected a thin leather wrapped wire whip, which stung with incredible pain when used. Leo helped Dixie climb on the bed and stand over her twin sister. 

"Twenty strokes, harshly applied on her cunt," ordered Cleo, who sat down to enjoy Trixie's torment, while sipping her cool glass of wine. "That's only to start!" she concluded.

"Please Mistress," pleaded Trixie, "any whip except that one! I'll not do it again, mercy, please!" The plea fell on deaf ears as Cleo spread her legs to masturbate, while enjoying Trixie's torment.

"You may begin, Dixie dear," cooed Mistress Cleo. Master Leo was struck with what he thought was a brilliant idea and he climbed onto the bed to get behind Dixie. He removed the dildo from her ass and replaced it with his huge cock that had become hard again. Dixie groaned from the intrusion into her tender ass. Master Leo's cock was both longer and thicker than the dildo, but it felt much better. "Wonderful idea, my totally perverted brother. Tell me if the strokes she delivers have an effect on your cock!" Cleo said anxiously. Dixie raised the whip high and paused, as she had been taught, to amplify the effect. She told herself that though she did not want to do this, her sister would understand that she had no choice. She looked down at her sisters waiting cunt and crashed the wire whip hard across Trixie's tender cuntlips. Trixie's scream pierced the chamber, as Cleo applauded the stroke and ordered Dixie to continue.

Master Leo found the muscles of Dixie's asshole contracting with each whip stroke, causing him great pleasure as the bowel closed about his cockhead. He knew at once that he would cum before the count was finished hence he made Dixie stop after five strokes to quickly slip a condom on his cock. "Start from the beginning," Cleo ordered Dixie. "You should have known that Master Leo should have put on a condom before you started," Cleo said.

"But Mistress, how could I have known?" asked Dixie puzzled by the order and trying to save her sister from five additional strokes.

"Silly little bitch!" exclaimed Cleo, "do we waste semen at Castleton?" she asked her Slave, continuing without waiting for a response. "You should have remembered your classroom training about the sanctity of the semen, and," she emphasized, "you do not speak without asking permission! No matter, you will change places with your sister, after you deliver the twentieth stroke."

"Cleo this feels marvelous!" exclaimed Leo, "I don't think I will last the full twenty without cumming."

"Should I plan on caressing you with the whip too? Or will you ask permission? Mistress Cleo teasing asked her brother.

"May I cum, Mistress Cleo?" asked Leo, amused at his sister's remark.

"Of course, darling, and I may join you in that pleasure," Cleo replied as she motioned for Dixie to resume her sister's torment. Dixie again brought down the whip harshly on her sisters' aching cunt, to the sounds of her screams. Her own cunt was beginning to throb from the joy of administering this whipping to her sister. Master Leo's huge cock, stuffing her asshole, immensely amplified Dixie's arousal. She feared that she too would cum, causing herself to receive twenty more lashes. She persevered, but her Master did not. He uttered a guttural moan and he came concurrent with the twentieth stroke. He held on to Dixie to prevent himself from loosing his balance from the severity of his orgasm. He withdrew his softening cock from Dixie's asshole and let the come filled condom hang from his cock.

Trixie was sobbing uncontrollably as her cunt burned from the severe whipping provided by her sister. Cleo seemed annoyed by her wailing and grabbed the whip from Dixie to deliver several more harsh strokes. "Now you have something to cry about! You slut!" Cleo declared. Trixie's sobbing continued unabated. "Lick your sisters poor little sore pussy," mocked Cleo. Dixie quickly fell to her knees and soothed her sisters' painful cunt with her tongue. "And now," continued Cleo, "I'll let you taste the 'Cat' on your ass, while you eat that slutty cunt!" She raised her arm and delivered a punishing blow to Dixie's ass. Dixie screamed into her sisters' cunt, but continued sucking Trixie's sore pussy, fearing that Mistress Cleo would prolong her punishment if she stopped sucking to scream. Cleo, resentful that Dixie muffled her scream, laid the 'Cat' heavily on Dixie's ass until the full complement was delivered.

"Well done, Mistress sister." Said Leo as he watched Cleo finish the punishment. He poured two full glasses of wine and offered one to his sister. He dipped his now flaccid cock into his glass of wine and held out his cock to Dixie. She licked the wine from his cock kneeling at his feet in her submissive position. He released Trixie from her restraints and helped her to a kneeling position in front of Cleo. Leo bade Cleo lie on the bed and spread her legs wide. He parted her cuntlips with his fingers and filled Cleo's open cunt with wine. He nodded to Trixie to partake of the cunt offering. Trixie, still kneeling, moved to the bedside and began to lick the wine from her Mistresses cunt. Leo retrieved his semen filled condom, which had been filled in Dixie's ass, and divided the thick creamy contents between the three women. Cleo smiled at her brother as she took her share, swallowed some then kissed her brother and gave him a portion of his cum.

Master Leo and Mistress Cleo continued the sexual games, and disciplines well into the night. The twins, both Dominants and Slaves, were totally exhausted as Leo constrained both Slaves on their beds and joined his sister in the Master bedroom. The twin Slaves were too sore to sleep comfortably and could be heard moaning even in their sleep.

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Castleton Ch. 7



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Summoned by her Mistress, Alteisha abandoned her breakfast and quickly left the dining room. She moved as fast as she could without running, hoping that she would not be late, thus avoiding Mistress Darla's ire and a discipline session. Swiftly, she climbed the long staircase and scurried down the hallways until at last she stood outside Mistress Darla's chambers. She knocked softly and heard her Mistress beckon her to enter. Quietly, Alteisha opened the door and crept into the large bedroom. It was dark, but she could make out Mistress Darla sitting at the edge of the huge bed. She moved silently to the center of the room, removed her robe, kneeled down naked, and submissively awaited her Mistress's pleasure.

Mistress Darla rose and walked to her kneeling slave. She stood before the slave and turned about, so that her ass was nearly in Alteisha's face. Darla bent over spreading her asscheeks and placed her hands on her knees. "Service me," she said softly. Alteisha began to kiss and lick her Mistress's asscheeks. She rubbed her face all over and between the well-shaped cheeks. Mistress Darla sighed softly, enjoying the love being lavished on her beautiful buttocks, by her gorgeous Nubian slave. Alteisha lightly ran her tongue almost to Darla's asshole, but refrained from licking it to heighten her Mistress's pleasure and anticipation. Darla moaned joyfully as she slowly ground her ass into her slave's face and mouth. Alteisha softly kissed Darla's asshole as her Mistress gave a little start. Again Alteisha withdrew from the rosy pink asshole to lick elsewhere. Slowly, she worked her tongue back to Darla's asshole, planting kisses on the now puckered sphincter. Darla sighed and moaned with delight as her slave withdrew her tongue again, to kiss and lick her asscheeks.

Alteisha spread Darla's asscheeks as wide as she could. She drew her wet tongue around her asscheeks in ever narrowing concentric circles, closing in on Darla's asshole. Darla moaned with pleasure as her slave neared her asshole. Alteisha firmly placed her lips on Darla's asshole in a drawn out kiss, capped by a thorough licking of her asshole. Her Mistress, startled by her slave's French kiss on her anus, responded with a sigh. The slave did not withdraw from Darla's asshole, but continued to softly lick the puckered rosy anus with obvious relish. Alteisha pushed her tongue hard against the wet asshole until the sphincter parted to admit it. She continued to lick her Mistress, as she reached between Darla's legs to find her sopping wet cunt. Quickly, she sought out the clitoris and found it engorged, protruding from its hood. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and within seconds Darla exploded in a violent climax. Her orgasm clenched Alteisha's tongue between her asscheeks and clasped it again and again, as she came in spasms. She turned to face her slave, "That was splendid, Alteisha. You may now worship my cunt." Darla moved and sat down in a chair.

The slaves' beautiful breasts swayed ever so slightly as she moved, on her knees, to Darla sitting in the chair near the bed. Her Mistress spread her legs, revealing her wet pussy. Alteisha, bent to her task and licked up the cunt juices on Darla's thighs. Her Mistress sighed with joy as the long tongue lapped about her outer cuntlips, occasionally passing over her engorged clitoris. "Suck my tits, slave," commanded Darla. Alteisha drew her tongue across Darla's cunt, paused momentarily at her clit, licked in and around her navel then placed her lips over Darla's huge nipple. She licked first one, then the other, nipple. 

Alteisha grasped both tits and brought them together so the nipples touched. She drew both nipples into her mouth and swirled her tongue about them. Darla nearly fainted from pleasure, as the swirling tongue on her nipples brought her close to another orgasm. Alteisha grasped Darla's clitoris between her thumb and forefinger again and rolled it between them. Darla exploded in a shuddering orgasm. She continued cumming with each stroke of Alteisha's tongue and fingers. Finally, she fell back fully spent and smiling. She embraced her slave and kissed her full on the mouth.

Mistress Darla climbed on the bed and beckoned to Alteisha to join her. She reached under her pillows and brought forth a double-headed phallus dildo, nearly two feet long. Its shape had two large nubs at the center to stimulate their clitorises. With no need for lubrication, Mistress Darla inserted a large bulbous head in her cunt clear to the nub, which nestled against her clit. She similarly inserted the other end in Alteisha's cunt. "Fuck us, my sweet slave girl," Darla whispered. Alteisha did her Mistress's bidding, moving the dildo in and out of their cunts. "Oh my God, that's so good," Darla sighed. Alteisha closed her eyes to enjoy the wonderful instrument of pleasure, ravishing her pulsating pussy. "Keep fucking us even after we cum," whispered Darla, as she moaned in ecstasy. 

Darla pulled Alteisha to a sitting position on the bed, and drew her near. She embraced her as an orgasm shuddered through her body. She sought out her slave's tits with her lips and tongue. Alteisha similarly took Darla's tits to her mouth and sucked them, while continuing fucking both of them with the dildo. They suckled each other's tits furiously. First one woman, then the other, would cum from the wonderful service they provided one another. They each would suck furiously on the others nipple, stop to give each other a long tongue kiss then bend to the other nipple to continue sucking. Both women came again and again as they embraced and continued their lovemaking. Alteisha withdrew the dildo from her cunt and worked it into her asshole. "Me too, love," sighed Darla. Alteisha accommodated her Mistress's wish. The women faced each other lying down as the dildo pushed into one asshole, then the other. Darla signaled to Alteisha and the slave grasped the dildo firmly and began to slowly roll her body over to end up on her knees, with the head of the dildo still in her ass. Darla repeated the maneuver and assumed a similar position on all fours, with the dildo still buried in her ass too. 

The women were ass to ass with the dildo heads firmly in the grasp of their respective sphincters. Slowly, with their asses apart, they roughly brought their asses together, sending the dildo's deep into their assholes. Each reached between their legs to play with their cunts and clits, while fucking their asses', until both had cum several times. Darla, finally exhausted, fell forward onto her stomach, drawing the dildo out of her ass. Alteisha kept the instrument in place momentarily, as she came violently. She too, fell forward, drained of her energy for the moment. The dildo remained in her ass as both women tried to recover their senses. "Do tie yourself to the post, dear," Darla softly ordered Alteisha. The slave crawled to the bedpost, slipped out of bed and fastened the restraints about her wrists. Darla crawled to the edge of the bed and locked the wrist restraints securely. She spread her slave's legs and restrained the ankles to steel rings on the floor. She pulled the restraints tight. Alteisha was stretched uncomfortably between her wrists and her feet, leaning forward and hanging from her restraints. 

"Please stay there, dear slut, while I refresh myself with a little nap," Darla told her as she climbed back into the bed, pulled the covers over her and shut her eyes. Alteisha was cold, exhausted and sore. The dildo still hung from her asshole, as the sphincter held it fast. Mistress Darla fell asleep and Alteisha could do nothing, but contemplate what was in store for her when her Mistress awoke. She allowed herself to hang from her wrists and eventually fell asleep from the exhausting sex that had preceded this moment. Alteisha awoke, feeling something caressing her back and ass. Her eyes opened to see her Mistress wearing a studded costume of two belts crossing at her navel, circling her inner thighs, revealing her cunt and looping back over her shoulders. Darla, wearing a small leather mask over her eyes, looked imposing in the scant costume. Her hands held a small 'Cat O' Nine Tails', which she drew across Alteisha's back and ass. "Awake dear?" Asked Darla sweetly, as she placed a leather blindfold over Alteisha's eyes. 

"Yes, Mistress," replied Alteisha, with apprehension. 

"Such lovely skin," observed Darla, "It just needs some welts and cross marks to make it stand out, don't you think. Such a lovely dark bronze ass, but I'll make it even lovelier when it's nearly a dark crimson." Darla paused to admire Alteisha's beautiful ass. "You know, sweet bitch, you have a lovely and delicious ass," Darla said and bent down to lick at Alteisha's asscheeks. "What a tender little hole," she continued as she licked at the slave's puckered anus. "Oh how I wish I could spend our time just loving you, but then you would receive no training at all, would you?"

"No, Mistress," replied Alteisha, steeling herself for the unexpected. Mistress Darla began to whirl the 'Cat' around by her wrist, in a circle perpendicular to the floor. The leather 'tails' whistled as they whirled about faster and faster. The sound was unnerving to Alteisha, not knowing when it would stop abruptly on her flesh. Darla increased the speed of the 'Cat' by extending and putting her whole arm into the whirling of the whip. She continued talking softly and soothingly to her, lulling Alteisha into little meaningless responses, when she brought the whip up hard between Alteisha's legs crashing against her unsuspecting cunt. Alteisha's breath was taken away, from the shear pain of the stroke. Before she could scream, Darla landed another heavier blow to her slave's cunt. The 'tails' cut into her clit without breaking the skin, nor drawing blood. The slave gasped, trying to find her breath and voice. She could not react fast enough and her screams pierced the room, concurrent with the fourth stroke of the 'Cat' up into her cunt. Tears streamed down Alteisha's cheeks as Darla delivered a hard stroke across her slave's ass. The light brown flesh welted immediately and the stinging pain brought another groan from the slave. Darla stopped long enough to soothingly lick the welt, before bringing another flailing stroke against the lovely ass. Multiple welts were rising from the 'Cat's' caresses. Alteisha's screams had no effect on her Mistress and she continued to pummel her slave's ass without let up. Sweat glistened on both women as the discipline continued unabated for several minutes. Darla stopped as quickly as she had begun. Alteisha could tell that her Mistress had become extremely aroused from whipping her. Darla climbed on the bed and stood at the post. She grasped Alteisha by the hair and brought her mouth to her cunt. Darla ground her hips into Alteisha's face, as the slave sucked obediently at her Mistress's cunt. Darla came hard against her slaves' mouth and held her through three more explosive orgasms. 

When her final orgasm subsided, Mistress Darla got down from the bed and hurried to a drawer at the nightstand. She returned with several weights, which she attached, to Alteisha's nipple rings. She twisted each nipple cruelly between her finger and thumb. Darla placed the last of the weights on the slave's cuntlip rings. Alteisha groaned at the searing pain caused by the weights, but tried not to irritate her Mistress with crying at such minor inconveniences. Darla kissed her sweetly on her mouth, tasting the juices that she had recently deposited there. She jiggled Alteisha's tits to watch her wince from the pain of the weights. She allowed Alteisha to hang by her restraints, to suffer the torment of the weights, and brought the 'Cat' across her back wickedly. The slave screamed as the whip's tails lifted her flesh into welts. 

Her jerking motions caused the weights to pull at her nipples and cuntlips painfully. Alteisha did not know which hurt more, the whip on her back and ass, or the pulling of the weights. Darla delivered another hard blow up between her slave's legs, onto her welted cunt, and Alteisha bucked with pain. Her jerking about caused the weights to pull at her nipples, until she thought that they would tear through the tender nipple flesh. Though the pain was searing, her nipples survived. Darla rewarded her with soothing licks and kisses to her aching nipples.

"Enough, you little slut. Don't you care at all about how tired you've made my arm?" asked Darla. "Now I'll have to shower again, I'm so sweaty. See what you've done to me?" she asked her slave. Alteisha did not reply, as she hung limply from the restraints moaning softly. "Well it's not a good way to treat your Mistress! That's all I can tell you," continued Darla, as she poured a cool glass of Chardonnay and drank deeply. "After all I've done for you today the least you could do is thank me," she said almost absentmindedly. Darla poured some wine on her nipple and let Alteisha lick it clean. 

"Thank you, Mistress," Alteisha said softly.

"Thank you for what, you little ingrate, the wine or for giving you what you needed?" asked Darla.

"Thank you for caring enough to whip me, Mistress," Alteisha replied with great effort.

"Well, you're certainly welcome. I'm going to shower and go to bed," Darla said as she threw the rest of the wine in her glass in her slave's face and marched off in a huff, to the bathroom. She quickly showered, climbed naked into bed and pulled the covers over her body. "Good night, darling. Do sleep well." She closed her eyes to sleep, leaving Alteisha hanging from the bedpost with the weights still pulling at her nipples and cuntlips. 

Alteisha awoke when the sunlight shone brightly in her eyes. Mistress Darla was breakfasting in her bed, while the Helpers opened the drapes to fill the chambers with the warm rays of the sun. Alteisha, still hanging from her restraints, could feel the ache in her wrists and ankles, from her own weight pulling on them. Slowly, she became aware of the pain in her nipples and cuntlips. She looked down to see that the weights on her nipple and cuntlip rings were still in place. Her Mistress had hooked two thin cords onto the nipple and cuntlip rings. The ends of the cords were next to her breakfast tray, waiting to be used. Darla pulled on the cords causing stabbing pain in her slave's nipples and cuntlips, fully arousing her from her sleep. Her Mistress smiled at the obvious discomfort she was causing and yanked again, on the cords, to listen to the slave's groans, as she sipped her morning coffee.

Darla motioned to the male Helper to come closer and she whispered something in his ear. She resumed amusing herself by pulling intermittently on the cords attached to Alteisha's nipple and cuntlip rings. The Helper moved to the slave and released the wrist and ankle restraints. He placed Alteisha on all fours on a wide padded bench at the foot of the bed. Next, he attached the restraints to rings on the legs of the bench, provided for that purpose. He made sure that the slave was spread wide to permit full access to her cunt, asshole, tits and mouth. A leather strap harness was buckled into place around Alteisha's shoulders and attached to a chain suspended from the ceiling. This harness would prevent Alteisha from lowering her chest to the bench, and also permit Mistress Darla to continue jerking the cords attached to her slave's nipple and cuntlip rings. 

The Helper removed his robe revealing a huge and magnificent hard-on. He pulled a chair to the front of the bench and sat down with his cock inches away from Alteisha's face. A female Helper kneeling in a corner of the room stood up and dropped her robe, leaving her naked. She took a position behind Alteisha and kneeled down again. Alteisha could feel the girl's warm breath on her asscheeks as she awaited her Mistress's pleasure. Darla grasped the jar of honey from her breakfast tray and approached the male Helper. Slowly, she poured honey all over his upright cock and let it flow leisurely down over his balls. She roughly grasped Alteisha's hair pulling her mouth to the honey covered cock and balls. "Enjoy your breakfast, slut," she said. Alteisha took the Helpers honey cock into her mouth to lick and suck the honey from the huge prick. "His balls too," commanded Darla, as she pulled on the cords again causing stabbing pain to her slaves' nipples and cuntlips. 

Holding tension on the cords, Darla moved to Alteisha's buttocks and poured honey into the crack of her ass, smiling as she watched it flow slowly past her asshole and down onto her cunt. "Lick!" she ordered the girl Helper. Alteisha, already sexually aroused as she licked and sucked the honey covered cock, moaned with increased pleasure, when she felt the girls tongue flick across her asshole. The girl slowly forced the sphincter to open with her tongue, eliciting moans of joy from Alteisha. The girl moved past the slave's asshole and settled on her cunt lapping the honey from the cuntlips. Alteisha's cunt juices started to flow mixing with the honey. The Helper continued licking the throbbing cunt and occasionally flicking her tongue over the slave's clitoris. Darla watched closely as her slave neared orgasm. Just as she thought the slave might cum, she would jerk the cords on the nipple and cuntlip rings, preventing Alteisha from cumming. 

The male Helper's discipline was admirable. He endured Alteisha's sucking his cock and balls without any sign of cumming. He forced his manhood deep into Alteisha's throat, to the amusement of the Mistress, overseeing the ravishing of her slave. Darla now wound the cords she was holding, around the male Helpers balls tying them securely, so that each time he moved his body away from Alteisha, it would automatically pull at her nipple and cuntlip rings. Alteisha groaned with pain, but she continued sucking at the huge cock in her mouth. She felt her own orgasm building from the girls' tongue, as it flicked on her engorged and throbbing clit. "You do not have permission to cum," Darla told her. Alteisha eyes rolled about, straining to avoid the inevitable. "You know the consequences if you disobey and allow yourself to cum," she warned her. "These Helpers can just as easily help to blister your ass, as well as give you pleasure."

The male Helper watched Alteisha closely. Each time he thought she might cum, he abruptly pulled his body back, pulling sharply at the rings now tied to his balls. Alteisha cried out loudly at the movement of the Helpers body. It felt as though the rings would be ripped through the flesh of her nipples and cuntlips. Darla laughed at her slave's torment. She held up the whip to remind Alteisha of the price of cumming without permission. The Helper fucking Alteisha's mouth gasped and strained to avoid cumming. Mistress Darla nodded to him to release his pent up juices. He sighed with relief and erupted his semen deep into Alteisha's throat. The warm, thick, salty cream made her gag, with the first spurts, but she quickly managed to swallow his cum and suck more of it into her gullet. The sheer volume of cum exiting from this huge cockhead caused Alteisha to gag again, coughing some of his cum onto his balls. When he stopped spewing cum into her mouth, Alteisha licked the thick cream from his balls, assuring that his cock and balls were cleansed of the nectar.

Darla untied the cords from the Helpers balls and kneeled in front of Alteisha. She looked Alteisha in the eyes, as she struggled not to cum from the hot tongue lapping and sucking her clit. Darla's eyes darted from one of Alteisha's eyes to the other, willing her not to cum. Alteisha held back with all her might, as Darla continued the tortuous game of eye contact, pursing her lips and slowly shaking her head 'no' to her slave. The effort was maddening as Alteisha strained to avoid the urge to explode, while pleading with her eyes for her Mistress to give her permission. She groaned, but no permission was forthcoming. She tightened her sphincter and her leg muscles against the overpowering urge to release. The girl Helper amplified her efforts and Alteisha thought she would go mad from the pleasure of that pulsating tongue against her clit. "Please?" she begged, as Darla continued to shake her head and maintain eye contact.




Castleton Ch. 7



Alteisha braced herself for what she knew would be her final moments of withholding her orgasm from exploding. She tightened her cunt and asshole against the onslaught of the marvelous tongue at her clit. Visions of torture, from the whip at Darla's hands, danced through her mind. She looked deeply into Darla's eyes and whimpered, "Mercy, Mistress, mercy…please?" to no avail. Darla amplified the torment by slightly rubbing her fingertips across Alteisha's nipples, watching her eyes intently, for any sign of surrender to the pleasures of orgasm. She knew that the end was near, but she marveled at how well Alteisha managed the discipline. None of her previous slave's had ever managed to demonstrate self control like Alteisha. Keeping her face close to her slave, Darla clasped her face in both hands, placed her lips fully on Alteisha's, kissing her deeply and letting their tongues intertwine. 

"Now, darling, cum for your Mistress," Darla said softly as Alteisha screamed and exploded in spasm after spasm of a mind numbing orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm diminished and she fell limp, hanging by her shoulder harness. Darla removed the weights from Alteisha's nipple and cuntlip rings, undid the shoulder harness, released her from the wrist and ankle restraints and helped her into the bed. She laid her down on her back and lay on top of her in a sixty-nine position. Darla's cunt was aching for satisfaction after having watched Alteisha have oral sex with the Helpers. She lowered her cunt to Alteisha's mouth as she eagerly licked the juices from her slave's thighs and cuntlips. Soon they were sucking each other's clits furiously. Both women were cumming again and again from their wonderful tonguing of each other's cunt. Darla looked up and motioned to the Helpers to join in. The male vaulted on the bed and quickly buried his cock deep into Mistress Darla's asshole. She sighed passionately and bent down to resume licking Alteisha's cunt. The female Helper placed a pillow under Alteisha's ass lifting it into position so she could lick and suck at her asshole.

The four of them continued to fuck and suck each other. The male Helper was ready to cum. He pulled his cock from Darla's ass and thrust it onto Alteisha's mouth as he emptied his balls of the thick creamy semen. Alteisha eagerly sucked the semen into her mouth and milked the huge prick with her lips, until it gave up all the cum that it held. 

She licked the Helper's cock and balls clean then resumed sucking her Mistress's cunt. The Helpers donned their robes and quietly left the room leaving the two women to sixty-nine in the sunlight streaming through the window. After a series of gut wrenching orgasms, by each of them, Darla rolled off her slave, turned to embrace her, kissed her lips and buried her tongue in Alteisha's mouth. The two women held their kiss, embraced until spent and exhausted, they fell asleep.

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Castleton Ch. 8



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The Members, Masters and Mistresses, gathered for breakfast in Castleton's formal dining room. Each of them had their slaves kneeling by their side. The slaves wore robes and studded leather collars with embedded steel rings. A chain leash was fastened to a collar ring and on to their individual Master or Mistress's hand. The male slaves genitals were bound by leather cock and ball harnesses, with an attached chain that passed through a neck collar ring then on to the Members hand. The harnesses pressed, separated and squeezed their balls and prevented the male slaves cocks' from getting a hard-on. 

The slaves had been trained to serve breakfast to their Master or Mistress, from a tray held by a Helper. After serving their 'owner' the slaves would be permitted to partake of the breakfast. The tray held a breakfast of scrambled eggs, ham, bacon, potatoes, orange juice, coffee and tea. The serving of meals assured that the slaves learned to perform all services for their Master or Mistress. Serving incorrectly or clumsily was swiftly followed with humiliation and correction. 

The slaves were trying to be extra careful, but the Members, and Helpers, set traps that caused the slaves to fail, thus providing entertainment for the Masters and Mistresses. A male slave, called Norman, was pouring coffee for his Master. The Master deliberately moved his cup causing the coffee to spill onto the white tablecloth. "You clumsy worm!" exclaimed the Master. "Have you learned nothing from your training? Answer me you slut!" he shouted. The slave lowered his eyes to gaze at the floor and trembled while searching for an appropriate response.

"Forgive me, Master." He said fearfully.

"Forgive you?" his Master ranted, "You'll wish you had never spilled that coffee when I'm through with you." The slave began to plead and beg for another chance to serve his Master. Privately, the slave was hoping that he would be humiliated and 'corrected'. "Oh, you want another chance?" mocked his Master. "Well I'll give you a chance to entertain and please us all. Is that what you want?"

"Yes Master, I want to please you and the other Members," Norman said, "Anything, Master. I'll do anything you want," He said softly.

"You'll do more than you ever imagined, you whore!" his Master replied. He rose and lightly hit his fork on the crystal water glass, which rang like a bell. "Grand Master, may I speak to the Members?" he asked. 

"Indeed, Master Brutus, the floor is yours." Octavian replied.

"Thank you, my Lord." Master Brutus threw his robe back over his shoulders to reveal his nakedness and a magnificent hard on. His cock was thick yet not long, but as rigid as granite. "Masters and Mistresses," he began. "This miserable slut of a slave has soiled our linen with his clumsiness. I propose that he perform a service to entertain us, as a fitting apology." The Members applauded and awaited their 'apology'. 

Brutus had his slave place eggs and ham on a plate and place it on the table. The slave was ordered to stand on the table and remove his ball and cock harness. His cock quickly became erect as soon as he released it from its leather prison. The Members lightly applauded the hard cock that would provide their breakfast entertainment for them. Brutus directed a Helper to hold the slave's breakfast plate underneath the exposed cock. "Stroke your cock," ordered Brutus. The slave, Norman, began to masturbate for the assembled Members as they ate and watched the performance. He grasped his uncircumcised cock fully in his hand as he moved the foreskin up and down over the bulbous head, holding the shaft at the base his cock. His Master had him stroke and pinch his own nipples as he masturbated. "You may not stop masturbating, and you do not have permission to cum," his Master ordered. 

The slave continued the strokes, but he could feel his cum begin to build in his balls and cock. Another Master ordered his female slave to lick Norman's balls, as he masturbated, which heightened his feeling of an impending orgasm. He visibly moaned and strained to avoid orgasm, to the delight of the audience. "If you cum, you will pay the price," Master Brutus advised him and reached to grasp the slave's cockhead and squeeze it, to preclude cumming, thus prolonging the slaves' agony. 

Three other male slaves were commanded to get up on the table and begin masturbating, with their cocks pointed at Norman's breakfast plate. They too, were ordered to withhold cumming until Norman ejaculated onto his breakfast plate first. Hence, they were at liberty to slow or stop masturbating if they were close to cumming. Each time Norman appeared to be close to cumming, his Master would squeeze the slave's cockhead. The female slave, licking his balls, was ordered to bite the slave's ball sack and pull at it harshly, with her teeth, to distract Norman from cumming. 

Someone produced a set of thumbscrew nipple clamps. Brutus quickly fit them to Norman's nipples. He fastened the clamps and screwed them down tightly, tormenting the now writhing slave. Another Member produced a thin leather bound wire whip and passed it on to Master Brutus, who expressed his gratitude. He immediately put it to use across Norman's hand and cockhead as the slave screamed, but continued masturbating. A Mistress, named Johanna, came over to Norman and tightly fastened a weighted chain around Norman's balls and casually let the chain drop. The sudden weight brought a groan of pain from the slave, as the Mistress's efforts were roundly applauded. Brutus, thanked Mistress Johanna and resumed the correction, by whipping Norman's ass. The deep red welts were rising quickly from his ass flesh and burned like fire with each stroke of the whip. 

Norman cried out for mercy, but to no avail. Master Brutus used the pleas as reason enough to deliver a measured stroke across the slave's balls, causing him to scream and fall to his knees. Brutus, commanded the slave to get to his feet, brought the whip down on Norman's cock again, causing a welt to rise across the cockhead. Painfully, but still sexually aroused from the whip, Norman slowly rose to his feet and continued masturbating. His cock and fingers hurt from the effects of the whip, and his nipples were swollen and aching, but he knew better than to stop masturbating or even plead for mercy. 

Brutus grinned as he screwed the nipple clamps down another turn as Norman moaned and cried out. The other male slaves were nearing orgasm. Master Brutus sensed that it was time to end this phase of the entertainment. "You may cum now, Norman," Brutus allowed. He motioned to the Helper to hold the breakfast plate nearer to Norman to catch the semen that would soon spew forth from his aching cock. The other slaves also moved into position to cum all over the food on the plate. 

Norman felt his cum welling up from deep in his balls, still weighted and being bitten. His balls were sore, his nipples hurt and his cock was aching for relief. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back in his head and he exploded, spewing frothy, pearly white cum in an arc from his cockhole onto the breakfast plate. Again and again, the throbbing cock delivered huge volumes of his pent up cum over the eggs and ham. The others reached their climax just after Norman, and they too sprayed the breakfast plate with large loads of ejaculate. 

Master Brutus forced Norman to his knees and ordered him to cleanse the dripping cocks of the other slaves. Norman complied eagerly and licked the slave's cocks clean. The slaves returned to their 'owners' and took their places on their knees. The Members applauded their commendable efforts, turning their attention to Master Brutus and his slave. Brutus took the plate from the Helper and gave it to Norman along with a fork. "Your breakfast," he said as Norman looked upon the plate of eggs and ham that were nearly completely covered with cum. "Eat," commanded Brutus. Norman looked pleadingly at his Master in a futile hope that Brutus would rescue him from this humiliation. Brutus grinned as he fingered the whip and lightly slapped it in his palm. Norman began to eat the cum-covered eggs and ham assuring that none was missed or wasted. He continued until the plate was clean. 

Mistress Darla rose from her seat and climbed onto the table. She threw off her robe revealing her gorgeous naked body, as she held a crystal goblet in her hand. She grinned, squatted slightly, put the glass under her cunt and peed into the crystal goblet. She filled it to the brim, and offered it to Norman. Still on his knees, Norman thanked her, grasped the glass in both hands and drank the warm yellow liquid completely. She grasped his hair and forced him to lick her cunt clean of some remaining dribbles of piss. The Members gave her and Brutus a standing ovation, in which they reveled and strutted about, with their arms outstretched to the cheers and applause.

Master Brutus grasped the chain tied around Norman's balls and pulled it until Norman groaned painfully, rose to his feet and climbed off the table. Brutus led his slave, by the balls, to an elevated area at the front of the dining room. The Helpers placed a raised padded hassock at the center of the makeshift stage. Brutus placed Norman on his stomach across the hassock. The Helpers spread his wrists and ankles and secured them to rings in the floor. Brutus dropped the chain on his balls and let it hang down pulling on Norman's balls. The Helpers spread Normans' asscheeks wide, revealing his rosy asshole for all to see. His Master invited Mistress Lira to come forth with her rubber bands and punish his clumsy slave. Lira eagerly agreed.

Master Brutus devised a special 'correction' where he would first strike his slave's asshole with the whip. This was followed by the stinging rubber band applied to his asshole by Mistress Lira. This alternating chastisement of the slave's asshole continued uninterrupted, except for the increased ferocity of the blows, until the slave was screaming for mercy. His cock belied his plight, however, as it had become rock hard and was pulsing with each blow. As much as Norman's pain increased with each blow, the pain also doubled his sexual arousal. His cock heavily oozed pre-cum as he screamed with pain, and joy, at his torment. 

Brutus ordered a Helper to lick and suck the slave's cock, but not to allow him to cum. The Helper relished his task and quickly brought Norman to the brink of cumming, only to quell the urge by biting hard on the slave's cockhead. The alternating assault brought such searing pain to Norman's asshole that he begged for mercy in between his screams, until finally, he could no longer scream or beg. His eyes rolled back in complete surrender. He lay hurting and exhausted on the hassock, nearly oblivious to the continued torment of his asshole. 

Finally, Mistress Lira stopped and moved to the front of the hassock. Master Brutus shifted his whip from his slave's asshole to his asscheeks. Lira sat down with her cunt in front of Norman's face, lifted his head so that her cunt covered his mouth. "Suck my cunt, you slut!" commanded Mistress Lira. Norman's tongue probed deeply into her cunt as he licked and swallowed her streaming juices. Lira's arousal was at its peak and she came hard as Norman sucked her cunt. She shuddered through multiple orgasms, moaning aloud as he pleasured her cunt. She ground her clit against Norman's tongue and screamed with joy as she came again and again, as the talented tongue worked its magic on Liras' nub. A Helper, realized Lira's plight and he moved forward to lightly rub her nipples in rhythm with the sucking of her cunt, thus enhanced her pleasure. Lira rewarded the helper by fondling his cock as she kissed him full on his lips. 

Brutus, pleased with his welting of Norman's asscheeks, opened his robe to uncover a massive erection seeping with pre-cum nectar. Brutus used the pre-cum to lubricate the bulbous head of his cock then thrust it deep into his slave's asshole. Norman sighed with pleasure from the familiar feeling of his Master's cock in his ass. He moved his hips back to meet the cock thrusts of his Master and moaned with pleasure at the fucking his ass was getting. Brutus sensed his orgasm nearly upon him and he withdrew his cock and swiftly moved to Norman's head. Grabbing Norman by the hair, he pulled his face away from Mistress Lira's cunt and exploded his cum all over Lira's cleft. The thick, pearly, semen flowed slowly over and into Lira's cunt. Brutus continued to spew great volleys of cum until his throbbing cock would spasm, but cum no more. Master Brutus milked his cock to get the last dribbles of cum flowing over his cockhead. 

When no more cum could be milked out, he thrust his cock into Norman's mouth to be cleansed. Satisfied, Brutus moved Norman's head back to Mistress Lira's cum covered cunt, to lick up the nectar he had deposited there. Norman obediently licked up the thick pearly fluid from all the folds and crevasses of Mistress Lira's cunt. Satisfied, both Lira and Brutus invited the other Members, Helpers and slaves to partake of Norman's tongue and asshole. Lines formed at both of Norman's ends as the participants thrust their cocks or cunts into Norman's mouth, or their cocks in his ass. Some put on condoms so they could pour their semen into Normans' mouth or onto a cunt he was sucking. In all, some thirty residents of Castleton enjoyed orgasm as a result of Normans' tongue or asshole. 

When at last the residents finished with Norman he lay exhausted, whipped, and hurting from the weights on his balls and the clamps on his nipples. He still had a raging hard on and yearned for sexual fulfillment and release. His yearning ended abruptly, as Brutus struck him hard across the cockhead with the whip, causing his cock to instantly become flaccid while Norman screamed with pain. Master Brutus smiled satisfactorily and beckoned to the Helpers to return Norman to his slave quarters.

The Members returned to their places at the table and continued their breakfast. The slaves, apprehensively, continued serving their Masters and Mistresses each hoping privately, that they too might commit an infraction and suffer the pleasure of a 'correction' similar to Normans'. Some slaves erred and they too were corrected, but none suffered as had Norman. Their 'corrections' were swift, with slaps, a quick series of strokes with the whip and sexual torments of various sorts, but none that approached the severity of Norman's 'correction'.



Castleton Ch. 9



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Life at Castleton was like a new beginning for the eight former Novices, now full-fledged slaves. They had been returning to Castleton every weekend and on Holidays for over a year. Each passing day brought them closer to the time that they would progress to a higher level if their 'owners' thought them ready. Surprisingly, Florence progressed faster than the others. Most at Castleton believed that her shyness would have held her back. Her Master, Octavian, was able to bring out the best that a slave had to offer and he felt that her emancipation was at hand. 

He had molded her as if she had been made of clay. Where she had been a little over weight, she now was trim with taut muscles and a surprisingly beautiful body. Her small tits were firm, pronounced without the slightest hint of sagging and capped by hard erect nipples, made more enticing by the nipple clamps Octavian had used to train her. Even though Florence was the youngest of the former Novices, at twenty-three, there was no doubt that she was ready to advance to status of Mistress, if she wished.

The other new slaves, were all progressing well, except for Alteisha. Most of the others were at various stages of advancing toward Mistress status. Alteisha had decided that she did not desire to become a Mistress. She was a surprise, because all at Castleton thought she would advance the fastest and furthest, because of her aggressiveness at the start of the training. Alteisha decided that she enjoyed being submissive and wished to remain a slave. She was offered a chance to convert to Helper status, where she might dwell on becoming a Mistress in the future, but Alteisha declined. Her status was causing a problem with her Mistress, Darla, because, she had her eye on a new Novice who she wanted to enslave. Mistress Darla asked the Grand Master to help her to solve this dilemma. Octavian told her he would dwell on the problem, and advise her.

Florence's elevation to Mistress was accomplished with much pomp and ceremony, as were all status changes at Castleton. The Members, slaves and Helpers all feasted together in the Great Hall, followed by a grand orgy which featured correction, humiliation and a great deal of sexual activity by everyone. Florence announced that she would keep her slave name and will be known as Mistress Florence in the future. The revelry consumed most of the night. The participants lost count of the number of times they had cum, how many different partners they had, or sexual acts they had performed. 

Mistress Florence had fucked or sucked each Member present including some Helpers and slaves. She whipped nearly every slave, at least for a few moments, while she herself was being fucked or sucked. In all, Florence was extremely happy, satisfied with her ceremony and the party that followed. The Order presented her with a black leather whip and three small gold bells to attach to her nipples and cuntlips rings. The last of the revelers left the celebration at dawn. The Grand Master and his former slave, now Mistress Florence, were the only two left in the Great Hall. They retired to Octavian's lodgings, one more time, before Florence took her leave of Castleton.

The next afternoon, Florence finished packing her few belongings and prepared to return to the city. She had a new home, provided by Octavian as a gift, and she looked forward to returning to her job as a senior computer programmer. She knew the new house well, as Octavian had taken her there during her service as his slave. It contained many of the necessities that a Mistress would need to be a practicing Dominatrix. The Castleton chauffeur would drive Florence, to her new home, in the Order's limousine. 

Florence was ready, except for her farewells to her fellow Members, Helpers and slaves who would remain behind. These farewells were difficult and brought tears to her eyes, especially with her former Novitiates. She gave Alteisha a special hug kissing her lovingly on her lips and cheeks. Earlier Mistress Darla had asked Florence if Alteisha could ride home with her, to help her settle in her new surroundings. Florence agreed and Alteisha seemed happy when told to go along to help. Both Florence and Alteisha were suitably dressed in appropriate traveling clothes. They entered the limousine prepared to leave. As the limousine sped away from Castleton, Florence removed Alteisha's collar and gave it to the slave to hold. "You can put this back on, if you return," Florence said Alteisha was grateful, but was perplexed at Mistress Florence's comment.

"Permission to speak," said Alteisha as they rode side by side in the car.

"You may speak," Mistress Florence replied.

"You said I may replace my collar 'if' I return. I don't understand. Did Mistress misspeak?"

"No, Alteisha, Mistress did not misspeak. I am aware of your situation with Mistress Darla. I spoke to her about a possible solution and she agreed. We discussed our solution with the Grand Master and he approved the plan, subject to your concurrence."


"Why do I have a choice? Couldn't the Grand Master, or even Mistress Darla, decide?" 

"Yes, they could, but I know how close you are to Mistress Darla and it wasn't so long ago that we were equals, so blame me for being sentimental. I told them both that I would agree only if you concurred."

"What are you saying, Mistress?"

"Alteisha," Mistress Florence began, "I am returning to the city, to a new home and my former job. Obviously, I intend to continue as a Dominatrix and I will need an assistant, secretary and a maid. I asked the Grand Master and Mistress Darla that you be the assistant and secretary, but only if you agreed. They said yes. Soon, I will hire a maid, so you will only perform those duties until I find a proper maid. I would love to have you live with me and to help me. What do you say?" 

"I…I'm…I'm nearly speechless, Mistress," stammered Alteisha, "I'm overwhelmed. Why me?"

"We've always been on good terms and we enjoy the same things and, frankly, no one can make love to another women like you. I think we will make a good team, don't you?" Alteisha was genuinely overwhelmed. She was completely surprised and perplexed, yet happy at Mistress Florence's proposal. She had loved the times she had spent with Florence, both as a Novice and as a slave. Florence had a tenderness that few of the others demonstrated. Still, the very idea had completely taken her by surprise. She was speechless, but happy. 

"You will become my personal slave. Your life will be more generous with me than with Mistress Darla. I know you like, or perhaps I should say, love her, but we both also know that Darla is fickle and would soon break your heart. I do hope you will agree Alteisha. I would be so pleased," said Florence. Alteisha smiled at the young Mistress and the offer she had made. She knew that, at thirty, she was seven years older than the young Mistress, but somehow that did not seem to matter to either of them. Alteisha felt warm inside and decided to stay with her new Mistress.

"Mistress Florence, I am proud to be your personal slave. I am yours to command," Alteisha told her new Mistress.

"Oh, I'm so pleased!" exclaimed Florence, and she embraced her slave, kissed her full on the lips driving her tongue deep into Alteisha's mouth. "We will be so happy together, Alteisha. I hope for your sake that you will not need to be punished too often, but I do look forward to correcting you often." The two women giggled and hugged as the limousine sped toward the city skyline looming on the horizon.

The days quickly passed into weeks, since Mistress and slave had left Castleton for the splendors of the city. The new house was now becoming a home to both of them. Florence was a benevolent Mistress to Alteisha. She had given her slave a large bedroom, which Alteisha decorated, to her own tastes. Her bed was of sculptured dark oak with the necessary steel rings appropriately placed in the headboard, at the sides and legs. Alteisha and her Mistress used the bed often to make love, service her Mistress, or for discipline sessions, which always ended in multiple orgasms for both Mistress and slave. Both women worked hard improving the soundproof dungeon in the basement with implements of torment, humiliation and engines of enslavement. 

Alteisha served her Mistress well as an assistant, by paying the bills, keeping her calendar, writing and answering letters, running the household and performing the duties of the maid. Florence was still looking to hire a maid, but Alteisha continued to serve as maid, while the search for a suitable live in maid continued. Both felt a young woman of eighteen or nineteen would be satisfactory, but Florence had advanced the idea that a young male slave might be an even better maid. Alteisha agreed, when Mistress told her that if a male or female slave was selected, they would be subordinate to her and she also would command them as well. The women continued the search for a female, male or both.

Although the women lived as Mistress and slave, their outward appearance, to others, was as two young businesswomen living together. Florence resumed her job as a senior programmer with a software company. Alteisha returned to the bank at which she had worked, before she had gone to Castleton. She had been a bank branch manager, but the only opening now available was an assistant manager's position. Alteisha was happy with this arrangement, because it lessened her job responsibilities and permitted her to concentrate more on her duties as Mistress Florence's slave. 

Outside the home the women would often go out to dinner or lounges to meet others, dance and have a good time. Occasionally, each might find male, or female, companionship for a night or a weekend, but this was rare, especially for Alteisha, who had to ask permission each time. They were always on the lookout for a maid, but each time they thought that they had found someone, the individual balked at submission. They knew that it was just a matter of time when the right person would come along. 

In the meantime, both women enjoyed sexual excursions with both sexes. Usually, lesbian affairs were conducted out of town, or with a small group of women, who were fully aware of Florence and Alteisha's' relationship. Some were Mistresses, slaves or closet lesbians or bi's who declined coming out. Opposite sex liaisons were conducted at their home. Occasionally, two on one, sessions, were held with some lucky guy, that one or both had brought home for that purpose. The affairs were with total strangers and were fun, but were normally used to try to find a suitable maid. The major nuisance was the absolute requirement to practice safe sex. 

The next day, Florence stopped by their favorite lounge to meet Alteisha to plan their weekend. Alteisha was waiting for her when Florence entered and went directly to the table. A glass of white Zinfandel was waiting for her, as she hugged her slave and sipped her wine. "Thank you, darling," she said to her smiling housemate. The day had been busy, but not hectic for either of them, and both were looking forward to the weekend. "Have you found somewhere for us to go?" asked Florence.

"Yes!" exclaimed Alteisha happily, "I've made reservations at the beach, with an ocean view." 

"Oh, that sounds delightful," said Florence, "Let's hurry and go pack."

"No need, Mistress. I've packed for both of us, been to the bank and closed the house until Monday," Alteisha responded, with a smile.

"You're too good to me, sweet thing," Florence told her, "Let's go." They finished their drinks and soon they were on the road with the top down, speeding toward the beach. Florence enjoyed the wind blowing in her hair, while she listened to the radio playing classical music, while Alteisha drove. It was amazing how much alike the two women were. Both enjoyed tasteful dressing, classical music, country and light rock. Neither cared for the heavy metal or hard rock. They liked the beach, good restaurants, dancing, and wild sex. The weekend would bring them both in abundance.

They arrived at the hotel with the sound of the surf in their ears. They hurried through the check in, went upstairs and changed into their bikinis and beach robes. Alteisha used her red trimmed white robe from Castleton, which brought a laugh and head shaking from Florence. Alteisha fondled her Mistress's breasts as they gathered their beach bags and sunglasses. "You keep that up and I will have to 'correct' you before we go swim," smiled Florence, as the women left the room for the beach. 

They swam in the cool surf and bathed their bodies with the warm sun. The men took early notice of the two beauties alternately swimming and sunbathing. Alteisha's tall, shapely and bronze body was beautifully contrasted to Florence's small lightly tanned body. Both women's bodies were firm with muscles gleaming from the sunscreen oil they often rubbed on each other. The beach was neutral to topless bathers and many women would shed their tops, especially when in the water. Alteisha whispered in her Mistress's ear and asked permission to remove her bikini top. Florence nodded yes, and Alteisha immediately dropped her top, revealing her magnificent tits for all the bathers to view. The rings through her nipples brought immediate attention to her upright breasts. The voices of other bathers were audible, as they whispered about the bronze beauty with great tits and pierced nipples. Florence declined to remove her top and chuckled to herself at the male reaction to Alteisha's bare tits. Other women, on the beach, were also whispering about Alteisha. They were not particularly pleased about a half-nude woman, with great tits, stealing all male eyes away from them. Some were embarrassed by the comparison of their sagging breasts, to Alteisha's perfectly shaped tits, that seemingly defied gravity. The women that felt threatened found reasons to put their tops back on, while others with more shapely tits ignored Alteisha. The men seemed mesmerized by the rings in her nipples. Some wondered aloud if 'that hurt'. Alteisha reveled in the attention and strutted a bit to accentuate her marvelous tits as they swayed and jiggled.

Her Mistress scanned the women and men on the beach for signs of someone who might do as a maid. Her eyes fell on a young man she judged to be in his mid twenties, who seemed to be alone by choice. He had a nervous smile, which he used whenever one of the girls on the beach came near him. Florence sensed that the young man wanted to participate in the beach and water games, but was too shy to allow himself to join in. She wondered about him as a candidate for the maids' job at her home. Florence observed many girls approach him, but he declined all invitations with a shyness, that was refreshing in this era of the 'me first' generation. He glanced down at the sand each time a girl approached him, avoiding direct eye contact. Florence felt as though someone was watching her. She turned and looked in the direction of the shy young man just in time to see him staring at her. When he realized that she had caught him watching her, he lowered his eyes and looked away. He remained motionless for a short time, then gathered his towel and belongings and left the beach area.

Alteisha and her Mistress stayed on the beach until dusk. They joined a group of college students who invited them to watch the sunset, then get drunk and fuck until morning. Florence told them that they would stay for the sunset, but declined the fucking invitation. The students took the 'news' good-naturedly and began building a small fire on the beach. Alteisha still had not put on her top to the dismay of some of the girl students who still felt threatened by her gorgeous tits. Florence smiled at their discomfort, but Alteisha did not put on her top. Some of the female students seemed to sense that Alteisha was sexually sensitive toward women and tried to 'hit' on her. She wisely and gracefully declined their advances. Eventually the group watched the sunset and Florence and her slave excused themselves, as the students paired off to spend the night on the sand dunes. 

Alteisha bathed Florence and herself sensually cleaning her Mistress's cunt, tits and asshole. Florence returned her slave's attentions, by fondling her nipples while being washed. She ran her fingers over Alteisha's asscheeks, commenting how she would enhance their beauty, by the whip marks she would place there later. Further, she told her not to plan to go topless in the morning, unless she wanted to somehow explain the welts across her tits. Alteisha's cunt became wet from her Mistress's comments and she suggested that they forego dinner until later. "No, dear slave slut, I need to dine to strengthen myself to wield the whip properly," her Mistress told her. Alteisha nearly came from her Mistress's remarks and attention, but recovered sufficiently to gather their handbags and prepare to leave. She thought about drying her cunt before going out, but decided against it thinking it might arouse her Mistress, or someone they might meet, if her cunt oozed nectar and the sweet fragrance of her musk.

The women dined, then retired to the hotel nightclub for drinks and dancing. They ordered a bottle of Chardonnay and sipped their wine as they listened to the band playing light rock. Alteisha was being eyed by some of the males that had been on the beach earlier. A tall man with dark hair asked her to dance and she looked to Florence who, imperceptibly, nodded yes. The couple moved onto the dance floor. Alteisha quickly attracted envious stares from most of the people in the club. 

Florence smiled to herself as she looked about the club. Her eyes fell on a familiar face sitting alone at the rear. It was the young shy man she had noticed on the beach, earlier in the day. He fidgeted with his drink and clearly looked uncomfortable. Florence felt some empathy for the young man, stemming from her experiences prior to her stay at Castleton. She had spent many evenings doing the same things he was doing. She decided to help him.

"Hi, my name is Florence," she said as she stopped at his table.

"H…H…Hi," he stammered.

"I see you're alone. May I join you?" she asked him.

"Sure, if you want," he responded nervously. Florence sat down and smiled as she looked deeply into his eyes noting that he was both glad and unsure why she had sat down with him. "You may change your mind. I'm not too much fun to be with," he continued.

"Oh, I don't know about that. Why don't you let me be the judge of how much fun you can be," replied Florence. She sensed that he was glad that she had come to his table, but that he wasn't sure what to say or do next. "I wanted to meet you, since I saw you looking at me and my friend, on the beach this afternoon." 

"Your friend was not hard to ignore, was she?" he asked with a nervous laugh.

"No, Alteisha usually isn't," Florence, agreed with a large smile. "But, how about you? What's your name, and what brings you to the beach this weekend?" 

"Oh, I'm…ah…Gordon…Gordon…Phillips," he stammered again, "I just thought that a get away weekend might…might…help me meet…ah…people," pausing to collect himself, he continued, "As you can see, I'm not too comfortable talking about myself," he said with the same false nervous laugh. Florence led the discussion, telling him that she was a computer software developer and that she and Alteisha shared a house. Gordon revealed that he had traveled to the city from New England to take a new job and perhaps get a fresh outlook on life. Gordon said that he thought he would never be comfortable meeting and talking to women.




Castleton Ch. 9



"Oh I don't know about that, you don't seem to be having trouble talking with me" said Florence. He smiled and told her that he would never have approached her to talk if she hadn't made the first move. Florence skillfully persuaded Gordon to talk about himself. He seemed to let down his defenses and became more comfortable talking with her. He told her he was in his late twenties and was a successful financial analyst with a brokerage firm in New England. Some how he had no difficulty in determining which stocks or bonds were the right ones to buy and conveying that information to clients over the phone. He had difficulty talking with clients face to face, however. He had made a lot of money for both his boss and his clientele. Just as importantly, Gordon had also made a lot of money for himself, investing in the financial market. "Gordon," asked Florence, "since you are doing so well in your job, why are you seeking a new one?"

"I'm not sure," he replied, "I just thought that a complete change might be a way to…come out of my shell," he paused then continued, "my boss wanted me to check out this city. We have an office here that needs an analyst and it would be a promotion for me, but I'm not sure. I decided to come to the beach and try to sort things out."

Florence smiled and asked him to dance with her. The band was playing a slow dance tune and Gordon reluctantly agreed. They began to dance and Gordon was a little nervous at first, but soon Florence had him actually enjoying the experience. Alteisha noticed them and danced by to say hello. Between tunes she said that one of the guys she was dancing with, had asked her to go to a Disco nearby and she asked if they would like to go. Florence sensed that Gordon would not be comfortable in a crowd and she told Alteisha to go on with out them. 

"See you later," Alteisha said to Florence as she hurriedly left with the four guys she had been dancing with. Florence smiled to herself. She knew that none of the men could hope to keep up with her wild sex slave, once she got started. She, and they, would get fucked and sucked multiple times, cumming hard with reckless abandon. But she would not be 'satisfied' until her Mistress gave her the whipping she dearly craved. Florence and Gordon continued to sip wine, talk and occasionally dance to the soft music. Florence's body fit nicely with Gordon's on the dance floor. He was just over six feet tall, but he did not tower over Florence in her high pumps. Naked, thought Florence, he would be a giant next to her in her bare feet. She let the mood music mellow her a little bit and she moved closer nestling her body in his arms as they danced smoothly. 

"You dance beautifully," she told him. Florence felt his head lower slightly and she nuzzled her cheek against his as they danced to the music. She felt a stirring against her abdomen, as Gordon began to get a hard-on. She smiled to herself and moved her belly closer to judge its size. Gordon's cock kept growing until he was fully upright and throbbing against Florence's belly. It was a monstrous cock that was rock hard. Florence wondered if pre-cum was seeping from the cockhole. She wondered if it would taste as good as the cocks she had sucked at Castleton.

"I'm sorry, Florence," Gordon said, as he realized she could feel his hard on against her belly, "I'm so embarrassed…please don't think that…that." Florence quickly put her finger to his pursed lips, to quiet him and rubbed against his cock with renewed exuberance.

"Don't be sorry, I'm not," she whispered to him, as they continued to dance, cock and belly rubbing. "It feels so good, Gordon," she whispered in his ear, "Why don't we go up to my room and…have a nightcap," she suggested. She wanted to say 'go up and fuck', but was concerned he might be frightened off, if she was too forward. He nodded yes. Gordon quickly signed both his and Florence's check and they left for the elevators. They were alone in the elevator and Florence kissed him full on the lips as they rode upward. Inside the room, Florence quickly shed her clothes and helped Gordon get as naked as she was. She slowed him down, as he tried to lay her down on the bed. "I want to look at your strong body and hold that monstrous cock of yours," she told him. He seemed shocked at her words, but Florence quickly grasped his cock with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. Her expert hands and fingers had him moaning for relief, as she fondled him to near orgasm, squeezing his cockhead to stifle his cumming. 

He was clearly in wonderful 'agony'. Florence amplified his considerable arousal, by licking his nipples, as she continued fondling his cock and balls. Gordon was nearly frantic with desire. He had never met anyone like Florence before let alone play with his cock, balls and nipples. A large drop of thick clear pre-cum seeped out of his cock hole and began to roll down the bulbous head. Quickly Florence scooped up the salty liquid with her finger and placed it near his mouth. "Take it," she said softly. Gordon, incredulously, opened his mouth and Florence slowly wiped the pre-cum on his tongue. He tasted the thick salty-sweet liquid and swallowed as Florence kissed him driving her tongue into his mouth to intertwine with his. "Like that, Gordon?" she asked.

"Yes," he sighed as she laid him down on the bed and climbed on top of him straddling his chest. She brought his head to her nipple and forced it into his mouth. Eagerly, he began to lick and suck it. Suddenly, he felt the nipple ring on his tongue and looked quizzically at Florence.

"Suck it and gently pull on the ring with your teeth." He needed no further encouragement as he complied, moving from one nipple to the other. Florence put her hand behind her to grasp his cock as he continued sucking her nipples. "Oh that's so good, Gordon," she said as she resumed her fondling his genitals. She squeezed his cockhead and held it, to delay his urge to cum. Slowly, she moved back to place the tip of his cock between her cuntlips. "Do you like this, Gordon?" she asked without waiting for a response. He nodded yes, as he continued to suck her nipples. Florence lifted up and slowly lowered her body to take Gordon's massive cock into her cunt. Ever so slowly, she began to raise and lower herself on the huge cock. "Don't cum, Gordon, wait for me to cum first, please," Florence told him. He nodded, but it was obvious that he was straining to prevent cumming.

Florence slowly moved to a sitting position on the bed, completely impaling herself on the massive cock in her cunt. He totally filled her. She could feel his cockhead pressing against her cervix. She thoroughly loved the fullness in her cunt, from the massive prick on which she was impaled. "Don't cum," she whispered as she slowly placed her knees underneath her again to resume her up and down movements on his cock. "Isn't this wonderful, Gordon?" He nodded 'yes' as she secretly enjoyed his 'torment'. "I'm going to cum first, if you'll just hang on a little longer, lover," she cooed, and bent down to kiss him again. Clearly Gordon was in 'agony'. He so wanted relief, but was afraid to disappoint Florence and he began to whimper, as he strained not to cum. "I'm almost ready, Gordon, please hold on. Just a few seconds more," she gasped. Florence felt her orgasm start to rush through her body, as Gordon writhed in his personal agony. "Oh, God!" she cried, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming Gordon!" Her cunt exploded in a gut wrenching orgasm, as she ground her hips into him and rode his cock hard, sending it deeper into her. 

Gordon could not hold himself back any longer. He shrieked, and erupted in torrents of thick gooey cum. Florence felt his cum splashing against her vaginal walls. They both screamed their pleasure, at the most intense orgasm that either of them had experienced in a long time. Florence's orgasm barely subsided, when she came again from the continued fucking movements of her body, on his cock. Gordon was still hard, when he spent the last of his cum, during her final orgasm from this union. She was exhausted and fell forward on him, as both of them struggled to regain their composure. "Oh, Florence," Gordon sighed, "I've never cum like that. It's so good. I thought I would pass out!"

"It was beautiful," whispered Florence as she was recovering, his cock still buried in her cunt. She could feel it begin to soften from its ordeal. Florence breathed deeply to regain her composure. She heard a key in the door and Alteisha came in grinning from ear to ear, and saw them still coupled and drained of energy. "Looks as though I just missed the fireworks," she grinned and kissed her Mistress full on the mouth. Florence smiled dreamily, indicating to Alteisha that she had indeed, just finished a fabulous fuck. Still mounted on Gordon's semi-hard on, Florence released her slave from her embrace.

"Strip naked and get the restraints," she ordered Alteisha. Her slave quickly and happily obeyed. She buckled a leather strap, with rings, to the bedpost then attached restraints to her wrists and ankles. Gordon watched in amazement, as Alteisha selected a thin leather whip from a drawer. She placed a wooden rod between her legs and clasped it to her ankle restraints, spreading her legs. Next, she fastened her wrist restraints to the bedpost strap and stood perfectly still awaiting her Mistress to attend to her. 

"Gordon," Florence began, "I see that you're bewildered by this young women's actions. Let me explain," she paused for effect as Gordon looked on incredulously. "This young woman, Alteisha, is my personal slave. In fact she is my sex slave, and I am her very demanding Mistress. What is going on here is a discipline session, because she didn't have permission to do what she did, while she was out with those young men. She had permission to leave with them, but," another pause for effect, "she did not have my permission to fuck them, nor to cum when she was fucked by them." She looked at Alteisha and asked, "Alteisha did you fuck them? And if you did fuck them, did you cum?" asked Florence.

"Yes Mistress, I fucked them all and I came several times," smiled Alteisha.

"You admit it, then?"

"Yes, my Mistress."

"And did I give you permission to fuck them and to allow yourself to cum?" 

"No, Mistress, you did not."

"Did you also suck their cocks, balls and assholes without my permission?"

"Yes, Mistress," Alteisha replied, smiling, with her eyes lowered toward the floor.

"And, am I to suppose that you swallowed their semen?"

"Yes Mistress, I swallowed semen from each of the men that I fucked and sucked."

"Don't you believe that since you disobeyed, you should now be disciplined?" Florence asked.

"Yes, Mistress, please whip me to remind me what happens when I disobey."

"Yes, I will in a moment, but I must attend to this sweet young man Gordon, first, however." She turned her attention to a puzzled and disbelieving Gordon, lying under her with his cock still embedded in her cunt. "Dear Gordon," she began, "did you enjoy our love making?" Unable, or too shy, to respond he nodded that he did enjoy fucking Florence. She smiled down at him and continued, "I too was very pleased by your marvelous cock and your sweet, and understanding, restraint in allowing me to cum before you did. It shows that you know how to treat a lady. Would you like to make love with me again?" Gordon nodded yes, but did not pick up that she had said 'make love with me' and not 'make love to me', a distinction that was not, however, lost on Alteisha who smiled at her Mistress. "I take your nod as a yes, Gordon, but I need you to prove to me that you want to be with me again," Florence told him.

"What can I do? I do want to see you again. How can I prove it to you?" asked Gordon, a bit bewildered.

"Do what I ask now," she responded.

"Anything," he said quietly.

Florence smiled sweetly and rose up off his cock and moved her cunt over his face. "Lick my cunt free of your cum," she told him. He was dumb struck by her demand. She looked down at him and said with quiet conviction, "Now." Gordon opened his mouth as the first globs of thick pearly cum flowed in a string from her cunt to his open mouth and onto his tongue. She squeezed her cunt tight and sent another dollop of semen cascading into his mouth, then settled her pussy over his mouth to let him suck and cleanse her cunt. 

His tongue drove deep into her, and back out, to flick over her clit several times. Florence climaxed again. He continued licking her cunt when he became aware of the dual rings she wore in her cuntlips. Florence smiled sweetly at him, as she lifted up from his face and stood next to the bed. "Stay there, Gordon, savor your cum, and Alteisha's plight, while I attend to this slut." 

Gordon, still not believing what he was hearing nor seeing, lay on the bed looking at Alteisha whose eyes locked with his. He watched as Florence buckled a ball gag over Alteisha's mouth, raised the whip and struck Alteisha across her lovely bronze ass, raising an ugly welt. Again and again the whip graced Alteisha's asscheeks until they glowed a reddish bronze hue from the whip. Without a pause Florence placed multiple welts on Alteisha's tits, striking her nipples several times. The ball gag muffled Alteisha's screams and sobs. She slumped against the bedpost limply hanging by her restraints. Florence removed the ball gag and Alteisha whispered a 'Thank you, Mistress', breathing heavily from the whipping. Gordon was completely dumb struck. He couldn't think of anything to say. He just stared at Florence, with a foolish look on his face, trying to make some sort of sense out of what he had just witnessed.

"Gordon," said Florence softly, "I hope you were not offended by what just transpired. She knows that she needs permission to do those things. Are you so offended that you don't want to see me again?" she asked sweetly. 

"No…no," he stammered, "I do want to see you again…I do." Florence asked him what he thought about her relationship with her slave Alteisha. He said it didn't matter and he wanted to be with her. She told him that she was destined to be a Dominatrix forever. "I don't care!" he said, "I want to be with you."

"You must realize, Gordon, that what you're saying is that you want to be submissive to me and my desires." Florence told him. He nodded yes. "Gordon," Florence said, now selecting and using measured words carefully, "It is not enough for you to want to be with me. You must obey me completely. I have needs different than other women you have known. Obedience to my will cannot be compromised. There are rules you must adhere to and not waiver from them, or you will be corrected, disciplined or punished. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I do," he declared.

"I'm not sure you do, Gordon. Let me outline what I'm telling you. You must agree to submit and obey my every command. You will suffer the whip and other delicious torments for even minor infractions. Some of those sessions will be very, very painful. Sometimes you will be whipped solely for my amusement. Other times I may enjoy humiliating you for my pleasure, or my friends' pleasure. I will control all your actions. You may not speak unless given permission. You must have permission to do anything, even to go to the bathroom. You may not ever cum without permission from me, even when you are alone, traveling in your job, fucking, being sucked, fondled or being sexually tormented. 

"You will also be subservient to Alteisha and completely obey her, especially in my absence. You may not refuse any request, or direction from either of us, no matter how much you may disagree. You will serve both of us living at my home, perform all household chores, cook and serve all meals, dress as I demand, or be naked if I so please. You will 'entertain' our friends, and anyone to whom I may loan or rent you. One final rule, Semen must never be wasted; no ones semen must ever be wasted. Finally, you must understand that this means, Gordon, that you will be my male slave."

"I agree to your terms, Florence. I love you. I want to be your…your…slave," he replied with some hesitation in his voice. Florence told him to him to dress himself.

"Gordon, that is the last time you will call me by my given name. If you decide to stay with me you will call me Mistress, or Mistress Florence, but never again use my name alone without permission." Gordon tried to say something, but Florence stopped him by placing her finger over his mouth. She wrote something on the small hotel notepad near the phone and handed it to him. "Here is my telephone number where I work. I want you to go home and think for at least a week, perhaps two, about what I have told you. 

"If you decide to meet all these conditions, then call me. I will give you my address and you can move in. Bring all your clothes and belongings. I will ask my personal attorney to draw up all the 'rules' in a contract, for your signature. Once you sign that contract, you will then belong to me. Now go home and think very hard on this before you agree to anything. You must be sure, Gordon," she paused for effect then added, "end of discussion. Now go." Florence opened the hotel room door and Gordon, still speechless, nodded and left.

"God, Mistress, I hope he decides to join in your service. What a magnificent cock he has. I saw how much you enjoyed it. I hope it's my turn soon." Said Alteisha. Florence laughed as she unbuckled her slave's restraints.

"Now, you've given me another reason to discipline you, for not getting permission to speak," Florence said, "But just now I'm too tired, so I'll wait until morning or when we get home."

"Sounds delicious, Mistress," said Alteisha laughing, breaking the rule again.

"Come to bed, my darling slut, before you talk yourself into perpetual whippings."

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