0 comments/ 64050 views/ 3 favorites Samantha Ch. 01 By: _kara_ Yawning and stretching herself Samantha slowly started to awaken after a restless night. Her mind had been working overtime with the thought of the next few days of what her Master had in store for her. He would not be pleased with her once he found out her misdemeanours. The air in the bedroom was cold, she snuggled a bit further under the duvet the warmth making her feel safe and secure. She closed her eyes and let her hands glide over her body, the silkiness of her skin under her own hands turning her on, her fingers finding their way to her ecstasy button, parting the lips with one hand as the other gently pulled and manipulated the source of her dreams. The alarm clock penetrated her brain bringing her smartly back to reality; with a deep sigh she stopped playing knowing she would have to confess her sin to her Master. Samantha swung her legs out of bed and ran her hands through her tousled hair. Stretching her legs in front of her she thought she had better shave them so that they were smooth, the Master hated touching her legs when they were stubbly. As Samantha stood up she caught sight of herself in the mirror, running her hands over her body she could feel the firmness of her breasts, her pink nipples erect with the coldness of the room, her warm fingertips gently pinching them to make them pinker, her pussy bald and inviting, the seeping wetness making her aware of the heat between her legs. Turning herself sideways she ran her hands over her bottom, the skin so white and unblemished, soft and silky to the touch, she closed her eyes as she massaged the cheeks spreading them slightly wishing the Master was there to see. A glance at the clock told her that she had better get moving and prepare for her Master’s arrival. The last thing she wanted to do was to anger him anymore than what he was going to be when she confessed all her sins. As Samantha showered she shaved her legs and removed the stubble from her pussy knowing that the Master would be pleased. He always inspected her on arrival to make sure that she had done all he had asked, only once did she forget this ritual, never again would it happen! *************************** Her mind went back to that day; her Master had arrived in a good mood as he was looking forward to seeing her. As was usual she was dressed minimally, a white shirt that just covered her bottom and the buttons done up to just under her breasts. The Master could glimpse them gently swaying as she moved about. As He greeted her with a kiss his hand slid over her belly down to her pussy. His lips lingered on hers relishing the taste and softness at the same time his hand cupped her mound and grabbed the pubic hair, grasping tightly he pulled so hard that she screamed in pain. His other hand twisting her long blonde hair around and pulling her head back glaring into her blue eyes. “What” he sneered? “Is this?” pulling hard at the pubic hair. “I’m sorry Master, it slipped my mind”, whimpered Samantha as tears rolled down the sides of her face Her blues eyes looking deep into his dark orbs, pleading for him to stop pulling so hard at her now tender mound. He released her and pushed her to her knees, circling her tapping his hand against his thigh. “Well little one, how do you think you should be punished?” he asked quietly. Samantha knelt on the floor her eyes lowered, she knew she would have to answer but couldn’t get her mouth to work to let the words out. She felt the Master move behind her his warm hands laid gently on her shoulders, one hand gently stroking her hair, closing her eyes his aroma infiltrating her senses, she felt comfortable. Suddenly he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so hard she thought her neck would snap. Her eyes looking up at the ceiling his face slowly moved over hers, his dark eyes penetrating her very soul, keeping a tight grip he repeated the question…this time an answer escaped her lips. “I don’t know Master, whatever will please you”. “Now little one, you will go and shave that disgusting pussy but I want you to leave a strip of hair down the centre”, he said, releasing the grip he had of her hair. “Yes Master”, she replied meekly. The Master instructed her to go to the bathroom and put herself as he requested, she had fifteen minutes in which to be ready and present herself to him in the appropriate manner. Samantha did as she was told wiping the tears from her face; she shaved her tender mound as quickly as she could making sure she left the centre strip as He wanted. Checking herself in the mirror she felt quite proud of her handiwork, it looked quite cute in its own way she thought. As Samantha entered the lounge the Master watched her walk slowly over to him, her tanned naked body a true sculpture to his eyes. Her white breasts gently moving with her walking, the pink nipples hard and erect, a movement in his groin made him aware of his lust for her. His eyes went to her mound, red from the pulling of the hair and her shaving, the centrepiece like the hair of a Mohican. Her long legs so beautifully shaped remembering the feel of them wrapped around his neck the last time he had taken her. She knelt before him and sat back on her legs, her knees wide apart and her hands laid on her thighs, her back and head straight the eyes lowered to the ground. He smiled to himself; she could be so good at times. “Raise your eyes to me”, he said sternly. Samantha raised her eyes to him, she loved this man in front of her with all her being, this tall slim man who had such incredible hands, they could make her scream in agony but yet make her scream in ecstasy. Beautiful manicured hands, his body lithe and well maintained, his hair well groomed all the time and his mouth so gentle yet vicious at the same time. On Master’s lap he had three items, a crop, a pair of scissors and a pair tweezers “Now little one, which item do you think is befitting for your punishment”, his eyes softening slightly as he watched for a reaction and her answer. “It is not for me to say Master”, she replied knowing full well that he would choose the one that would give him the most satisfaction. “Alright lets go through them shall we?” he asked. “Yes Master” was her quiet reply “The crop, do you think that is sufficient for your sin?” Samantha did not reply, it was not appropriate, this was her Master thinking out loud but at the same time tormenting her. “The scissors, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it my dear?” Again she did not reply. “Now the tweezers, that I think is the best implement for today, don’t you?” A few tears welled up in her eyes she knew that this punishment would bring pain that she would never forget. He ordered her to lie down with her legs up in the air and spread wide, she could hold them there with her hands. As she placed her hands behind her legs to steady them he bound her wrists to her legs so now she would not be able to move once the pain started. He looked down at her and stroked her face gently his other hand gliding over her body to her pussy, spreading the lips so he could see her clit, which was already large and swollen. His long fingers working their way down her slit until they reached her warm moist opening, sliding two fingers in feeling the walls hold onto his fingers. Smiling he pulled his fingers out of her and placed them to her mouth, her tongue licked at them hungrily tasting the bitter sweetness of herself. The Master pulled her mound towards her belly, the hairs separating, she saw the tweezers going towards her mound and held her breath for the first one to be plucked. Samantha bit her lip as each hair was pulled out, the pain was bad, she had never realised before how tender it was down there. He started pulling two and three hairs out at a time, she could stand it no longer, tears rolling down her face she began to plead with him to stop, but he didn’t hear her. **************************** Looking at herself in the mirror she saw her face wet with tears in remembering how her Master had dealt with her. She checked her pussy one more time to make sure it was clean-shaven, that sort of retribution she did not want again. Today her Master wanted her dressed in a school uniform, she had ironed her white shirt, the pleats in her grey skirt were very carefully pressed. Her gym shoes had been whitened ready for his inspection when he arrived. Her underwear had to be all white and as she put her lace bra on and panties she admired herself in the mirror, thinking how pleased He would be. As she put her shirt on and buttoned it up she made sure that the first three buttons were left open so he could glimpse her small but succulent breasts. She wriggled into her skirt, put her white socks on and then her gym shoes. Her hair went up into bunches and light make up on her face. On inspection of herself she was pleased with the result, she ran her hands over her clothes hesitating at her crotch feeling a slight dampness beginning with the anticipation of her Master’s arrival. Looking at the clock she had about an hour before he arrived. Samantha stripped the bed and put the black silk sheets on that He loved; they looked so erotic and welcoming against the brass bedstead. The Master liked all his equipment to be laid out on the bed before he arrived and she did this in the meticulous order in which she had been taught. A quick look round the room to make sure everything was in place, satisfied, she went downstairs to get a drink and some breakfast as she didn’t know when she would eat and drink again over the coming few days. All she knew was it would be only with Master’s permission if he thought she deserved it. Her right to food had to be earned; leniency was given where fluids were concerned. Samantha Ch. 01-03 Artist makes a discovery about his model, and he likes it. Prologue She slid her hands down her body, over her naked breasts, down her flat stomach, to the cleft of her hip. Her fingers played over the sensitive skin as the fingers she was sucking on tweaked one of her nipples. She reached between her legs, grabbed, squeezed, and rubbed until she was lying in a puddle of come. She smiled, drifting off to sleep, and thought about her big day tomorrow. ******************** Ch. 01 The doorbell finally managed to rouse him. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, catching a look at himself in the mirror. He groaned. He pulled on a tight pair of jeans with last night's belt already in the loops. That and a white vee-neck was all he had time for. His necklaces, his rings were still there from the night before. And the god damned doorbell hadn't stopped ringing. He tucked a joint behind his ear and shook his chestnut hair down over it. The doorbell stopped ringing about three seconds before he reached the handle, and on the other side of the door was the absolute best ass he'd ever seen clinging for dear life to the inside of a very privileged black mini-skirt. The exact mini-skirt, in fact, that he'd told her to wear. "Samantha. Sorry to have kept you waiting." He put on his charming smile, but didn't commit too much energy yet. From behind, she was perfect. The front couldn't possibly be that hot. He was wrong. When she turned it seemed to be in cinema-quality slow motion. It was if the Universe had invented cliche's just for this girl. Her nearly platinum hair, shoulder length, whipped over her left shoulder in an arch. Her shoulders pulled back, the golden skin taut over the bone. The white silk tank top left her marble-sculpted neck exposed fully to the breeze. The thin tan strip of flesh adorning her tiny waist belied the fitness regimen that all of these girls in California had to use to get jobs with two international fashion sources' number one on the 'Ten Best Photographers Under Thirty.' As her breasts came into view Aiden could see that the bra she was wearing barely did its job. But it was from a very expensive line he'd shot earlier that year. The cleavage that sloped so expertly, not too gently, but at the perfect angle for a single bead of summer sweat to roll down it kept his eyes for a microsecond too long. With his memory, though, he could meet her gaze before she really noticed and still memorize the curves of Samantha's chest. It was that very gaze that instantly captivated Aiden's expert gaze. Never had he seen green eyes with so many actual colors in them. Never had such strong, commanding eyelashes commanded so subvertedly. The shape of her cheekbones seemed to catch the best light from every angle at once. The gentle chin with a single scar on it completed the perfectly framed face. One minute flaw, if it could even be considered such (which, by Aiden, it wasn't). And just above that adorable chin, was the most perfect set of shiny, plump, naturally glossed lips. The texture, so photographable. The perfect highlights and shadows for black and white. Even though he'd originally wanted to perfectly capture her golden skin tone, he now could only fixate on how stunning a black-and-white model she would be under his care. Finally, those lips spoke. "Well, I know a talent like yours can't be pandered around on some no-name's schedule." And with that, Aiden's heart fell. She was just another of the obsessed, silly girls who show up at his door begging him to make them immortal. But just as suddenly, his hopes rose again. She was being sarcastic. It brought out one of his tabloid-famous grins. Which was immediately met with a "Won't work on me. I'm here to do photos with you, that's it." But the grin didn't fade away, and she smiled. "Of course," he said, opening the door all the way, holding his arm out to usher her in chivalrously. She strutted past him confidently, but cast him a catty grin over her shoulder as she did. He closed the door after her and shuddered visibly at the second view of her from behind. She didn't turn to look at him again. She walked right over to the couch, which was shorter than it needed to be for her next move not to have been sexual: She leaned over the edge, resting on her hands on the back of the couch. At that angle, her butt angled out and her mini-skirt rode up. Aiden's eyes began their all-encompassing sweep up the new view. Her heels were also very expensive, black leather, three inches. They laced up her ankle and gave way to the legs that were far longer from this angle than possible. They were perfectly shaped and perfectly flawless. Strong, slim, sexy. The skirt that he'd had her wear was the one for which they were shooting today. It was nothing but so many layers of black lace that formed a skirt that was more than lingerie. But it was short. And riding the line between fashionable and indecent expertly. But from this angle, Aiden could also see she slightest hint of the curves of her cheeks peaking out. As she slowly, subtly, leaned forward, he got a lot more than a hint. Her black lace thong, from a yet unreleased line, was possibly the best earthly match for that ass. The shape, the unblemished skin, the tight muscle hidden under that uniquely soft skin. It was almost too much for him. Then she abruptly stood up and turned back to him. "Gorgeous view you have there." She was referring to the two-wall two-story bay window she'd been facing during her little show. She strutted slowly back toward him and asked "So where should I go get ready?" "The studio is straight to your right. My living space is above that, and to your left, as you can see, is the kitchen. Anything you need, take it. I'll go get my camera, everything else is set up." She lingered a moment on him, then moved toward the kitchen as he padded off up the stairs. When he got to his bedroom he went through to the bathroom. He put some water on his hair, wiped off some thin dust from last night's party, swallowed some mouthwash and looked, in vain, for eyedrops. Satisfied, he pulled the joint out of his hair, grabbed his camera off the nightstand, and went on down to the studio. He was lighting the joint when he walked into the studio and there, in the same skirt and shoes as before, was a completely topless Samantha. Aiden smiled briefly, and they got to business with the shoot. It seemed their game from earlier was on pause. After the shoot, Samantha left him her professional contact information, at his request, and left. And that was that with Samantha, Aiden said to himself. And then he hung up his hat for the day, threw on some Italian boots, a new shirt, and went out for the night. At three in the morning, he was making his high-profile date call him God, but all he could think about was Samantha. The next day he was processing Samantha's photos. The shoot had gone better than anticipated, and each frame he needed was perfect. It reminded him of his work after college. And it made him angry too. Seeing how well it was going, all he could wish for was that it were on film, not digital. Two days later he got a call from the Fashion Editor of the magazine Samantha's shoot was for. "Mr. Court, this is Gavin Farbes." "If I have to call you 'Gavin' then you have to call me 'Aiden.'" They both laughed. "To what do I owe this call? Was my work so spectacular that you had to call me yourself to congratulate me on my historical contribution to fashion and art?" Aiden asked, his voice laden with sarcasm. "Well, Aiden... Yes. That's why I'm calling. I want you to stop shooting fashion for a while." Gavin said, bluntly. "You're firing me? Okay. Didn't see that one coming." "My top assistant editor resigned today to put out his own magazine, all fine art. He wants to do the opening edition with you. 140 pages of your original creative material. In two months." He let his sentence hang, not goading a response out of Aiden. After a patient silence, Aiden said, "I can do that. I have to start in ten minutes and I can't ever sleep, but I can do that. What kind of backing does this guy have, what kind of coverage are we talking?" Aiden's mind was in the swing of business. "It'll pay pennies to the dollar to what you're payed here. At first. But it'll put you back in your element. Maybe help steer you off of the more self destructive of decisions?" "I don't need a father, Gavin." "Just don't kill yourself, Aiden. I don't want you to miss this opportunity. Get started, I'll send over the paperwork tomorrow morning." "Thanks, Gavin." And he hung up. Aiden turned back to his work table, where some of Samantha's shots were blown up. He made another call. After six rings, she answered. "Samantha, it's Aiden Court. Listen, I'm taking a... sabbatical this summer to work on my own art. I think I've finally found a muse worth working with. So... what do you say? It won't be easy, by any means, but I'll pay you more than what I'm getting for this. And you'll forevermore be Aiden Court's muse." Samantha had been silent during his pitch and she responded calmly. "I would need to go over some things with you before I accept." "Come right over then." When Samantha arrived, she was wearing flats, raggedly tattered jeans, and a black tee shirt. And she still looked just as delicious as the first time she'd come over. When she had him seated on his own couch, her back to the pacific sunset, she just blurted it out. "I'm a man." Thirty minutes later, they had arranged everything and she was on her way home. In the morning she'd be moving in with Aiden for the two months. They'd work night and day getting the shots they needed. The first ten percent of the book would be shots he'd done in the past, and the last ten percent landscape shots from Thailand he took when he was seventeen. That left 112 pages of Samantha, both clothed and nude, and would never once betray her as a transsexual. Not that you could tell. At all. With Aiden's experience in New Orleans and L.A., he should know. He even cross-referenced the Internet. Not a single example could be found of a girl on Samantha's level. By the end of the ensuing masturbation session, his first in weeks, he was left wondering what it looked like. What she looked like, completely naked. It was a curiosity that, if acted upon, would destroy his contract with Samantha, and would ruin the launch of the new magazine. So for at least two months, it would only be a curiosity. ******************** Ch. 02 All but one week of the two months had gone by. For seven weeks Samantha had lived with Aiden. She had slept in the same room as Aiden, on the luxurious bed he'd had moved in for her. For seven weeks they had each slept in the same room while the other, barely three yards and no walls away, brought men and women into bed with them. Sometimes Aiden and Samantha would entertain on the same night. Sometimes they shared someone, but never together. The girl or guy that Aiden had over would sneak into Samantha's bed after they were done, and Samantha's men and women alike would occasionally follow suit. It sparked between them a sincere kind of friendship. The first time it happened, though, Aiden was completely unprepared. He'd been in the darkroom all afternoon and evening and he was exhausted. He'd been laying in bed for an hour, unable to sleep, thinking once more of Samantha. That was probably what was keeping him up. He heard the front door open and rolled over to feign a deep slumber. Then he heard two voices. One was Samantha's. That was certain. He knew her voice well by now. The other woman was someone he didn't know. They came up to Aiden's room and began discarding their clothes at the entrance to the room. Their drunk flirting had deteriorated into sloppy kissing and girlish giggling. When Aiden realized that they were and would be completely oblivious he leaned up to watch. He'd placed Samantha's bed directly under the sky light so that either the morning sun or the moon or Los Angeles's ambient light pollution always lit up her bed. The redhead was leaning over Samantha, their tops off, no bras, both wearing only panties. The shoes must be downstairs, he though. The redhead's black thong was all lace. Samantha's was turquoise and cotton. And failing miserably to conceal her medium sized, rock hard cock. Never had Aiden seen such a feminine cock. The guys he liked were all models, and didn't always scream masculinity, but he'd never seen one like this. Instantly he was hooked, and, apparently, so was the red head. She went down on Samantha at near record speeds, capturing Samantha's cock and administrating a blowjob clearly designed for someone completely feminine. Samantha pulled her back up to kiss her, then pulled her up on her knees to kiss her breasts. While Katie, the redhead, was being treated, Samantha, the foot of whose bed faced the foot of Aiden's, looked right at him and smiled as she bit Katie's nipple. Katie moaned loudly. She grabbed Samantha and pulled her forward, falling onto her back with Samantha on top of her. Samantha instantly devoured Katie's neck, looking up at Aiden once again. It was clear that she wanted him to watch. She slid back down Katie and set in on her mound, eliciting sounds from the fiery redhead that Aiden was familiar with, but impressed nonetheless. When Katie grabbed Samantha's head and nearly screamed, Aiden was at full attention. Katie then decided it was Samantha's turn. She flipped them over and slid Samantha's cock right into her ass. She was rocking back and forth, bouncing up and down, and, from the sounds Samantha was making, squeezing rather tightly. Aiden could only wish to be in that bed with them. Samantha did too, if he was interpreting here long glances properly. But neither of them could do that. Not until August. Samantha took a long time to finish. Katie's and Samantha's alternating fingers in Katie's pussy and Samantha's cock in her ass sent Katie over the edge almost a dozen times before Samantha filled her ass with hot cum. They lay there, spent, happy, giddy even, and Aiden rolled back over to waste away the time until Katie left and he could go back to work, frustrated. Because he wasn't going to sleep like that. But that's not how it worked out. When Katie got up to go to the bathroom, Samantha rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. "What'd you think?" she asked, grinning. The Famous Aiden Court was almost at a loss for words. Almost. "I'd consider renting but I don't know if I'd be committed to buy." She laughed, then stuck her tongue out at him. Just then Katie walked back in. "Well, look who's awake." She said coyly. Aiden just shrugged. She looked at Samantha, who just nodded, then crawled under Aiden's covers at the foot, capturing his painfully hard cock in her mouth on the way up. She was good. He instantly relaxed and let her work her magic. When he felt she'd had enough, he pulled her up to him and she sunk her pussy instantly on his cock, thrusting forward until he was all the way in. This is why Samantha'd fucked her ass then. Aiden went through his usual repertoire of moves until neither she, who was in her second round, nor he, who was, despite rumors, a mere human male, could take no more. He announced his impending orgasm and she turned around from standing on the bed, hands spread on the wall, to kneeling in front of him as she jacked him off until her face was covered with him. Then she kissed him and went back to Samantha's bed. The two of them kissed while Katie dressed and Aiden texted for a cab. Aiden and Samantha said goodnight to each other around six a.m. and both rolled over for a peaceful sleep. Those were the memories that helped Aiden survive the eight weeks of wanting something that he couldn't have for the first time in his life. ******************** Ch. 03 The August 2010 issue of 'Masquerade' launched much bigger than anyone anticipated. Marcus, the editor in chief, Aiden, and even Samantha walked away with a bigger cut than they'd expected. The night after the launch party Samantha went home with a man and Marcus went home with Aiden. At twenty-nine, they were the same age. They were near in height, and Aiden's English creamy skin looked stunning against Marcus's Latin caramel. They had chemistry and the spark only intensified when their clothes were off. In the morning, Marcus was gone. Samantha woke Aiden up with an Irish coffee. She looked as perfect as she always did, one hundred percent woman, one hundred percent stunning. He smiled as she sat gingerly on the edge of his bed. But her face soon made him sit up with more attention. Something was bothering her. "Well, the book's out. So I'm getting ready to move back to my place." She said. "Oh, okay. Yeah, that was the agreement right?" But that's not what he wanted to say. He wanted to know what he could do to get her to stay. This was the day he'd been hoping for, planning for, waiting for. But she was moving out. That day he helped her square her few things away for the move. In doing so he became aware of his surroundings for the first time in two months. The little changes she'd made while living there really did change the place. For the better. Why he was just now seeing all of it he couldn't know. How he could really what he now realized he was feeling, he also didn't know. She was to stay there one more night, so they decided to relax from the intense work by themselves one time before she left. He made dinner and they had wine and neither of them had to impress anyone. And after the second bottle of wine and a few good joints they were sitting quite close on the couch. "So," Aiden started, almost drunk. "If there were anything I could do to get you to stay a little longer, what would it be?" She looked shocked, then laughed, then said, "Fuck me. Tonight." Now Aiden was shocked, and that was an impressive feat. "Well, how should I start then?" He smiled back. "Try kissing me first, dumbass." She grinned wickedly. That was all it took for Aiden to dive into her, take her face between his hands, and give her exactly the kiss she'd wanted for weeks. And that kiss was all it took to set off the wildfire that had been building between them since their first shoot together. Samantha pulled him down onto her on the couch. Their hands were all over each other. Their passion was hot and charged. The ravaged each other. They began to migrate upstairs. Her shoes came off, his did too. Any jewelry either of them was wearing fell to the floor at the top of the stairs. They were in the bedroom, headed for his bed. He steered them toward hers. "I have to see you in the moonlight," he said. She crawled onto the bed and stood on her knees, slipping a shoulder strap of her dress over each shoulder, letting the dress cascade down her perfect body. If possible, it seemed more perfect tonight, because tonight it would be his. She worked it over her knees and was now in nothing but her very expensive bra and very expensive panties. His white cotton button-up was already open and the buttons of his jeans undone. He wore no underwear so he was naked before her. But he took his time on her body. He laid her down and started his worship at her feet. He kissed gingerly up her calves and onto her thighs, up her hip, up her stomach, skipping over to the swell of her breasts. He kissed up her collar bone and along her jugular until he found the sweet spot under her jaw and nibbled lightly. Her nails dug into his back as she groaned with animalistic pleasure. Then they were kissing violently again, both fumbling with her bra and it was almost instantly discarded. His tongue's assault on her nipples was well planned, well rehearsed, and well executed. She moaned. She groaned. She smiled, she gasped, she clawed at him and at the bed. He became curious. Samantha Ch. 01-03 As if she'd read his mind, she answered his pondering. "It takes a while but it works. And you are making it work." He'd had the suspicion that on some nights she used pills and some nights she didn't. That only meant that he still had time to do everything he'd fantasized about for weeks now. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of her floral lace boy shorts and pulled them down her impossibly long legs, kissing wherever the scratchy lace of the band hissed on her flawless skin. When he reached the tops of her feet he climbed back up and engulfed her semi-hard cock into his mouth. He began to swirl and suck gently as he tried his best to combine his fellatio and cunnilingus skills. She let him know that it was working. His hands slid to the underside of her ass as he cupped her cheeks, licked her undersized balls, and teased the beginnings of her ass cheeks with his tongue. Slowly, as his oral givings began to gain effect, one of his fingers slipped around to her asshole. She eagerly accepted it, even helped guide it in. Soon that finger was pumping and curling and Samantha was on her hands and knees, pelvis thrusting toward the ceiling trying to get there through Aiden's head. When her fingers curled into his hair and pulled hard, he thought she meant for him to give it more gusto, which he didn't think was possible, even for him. But when she started pulling him toward her, he got the hint. Foreplay was over. He stopped only a moment longer to suck her nipples a little more while her already slick hands worked his steel-hard cock and lubed it up. Then he began his slow entry into her. The more he got in the more she moaned, the more she loved it. And the more he got in, the faster she rocked back, the more she took each time, so that they were fucking with force because of her for a moment before he took action and was doing the fucking. The back scratching really started now, and the ass scratching, and the thigh scratching. Pretty much anywhere Samantha's nails could reach Aiden's skin they left their mark. At times, when something went a direction that neither experienced lover anticipated and surprised them, they'd laugh together. Sometimes they'd scream each other's names together. Sometimes their grunts would line up and sometimes there was a heavy silence that would burst with a cry of pleasure from Samantha. The fucked in missionary, they fucked with her on top. She turned around but stayed on top, then he pushed her forward and they fucked doggy style. She put her legs over his head and he pinned her against the wall. They fucked on every available surface in his purposefully spartan bedroom, then in the bathroom, playing with the shower head for a short time during which Aiden caught his breath. And when they were back on her bed and Aiden told her he was going to cum, he expected her to move to try to take it in her mouth. Instead she shoved him down and rode him cowgirl style into an explosion of pure bliss. Aiden's brain refused to cooperate with anything else for minutes as he rode the continuous waves of an expert orgasm. When he was finally able to move without stumbling, he reached for his camera and started taking pictures. Since these were for his own private collection, he paid special attention to her pulsing cock. Eventually the camera ended up back on the nightstand. Face-to-face with her cock, Aiden could now finally appreciate it as the most accurate example of beauty he'd ever experienced. Hungry for it, he sucked eagerly, her hips rolling from her lack of release. Oh she'd had anal orgasms all night long, but there's always that one itch that just feels way better to scratch. So she became putty in his hands. Until he became putty in hers. He made his intentions known when he reached a lubricated finger back to prepare his own ass for what would be the smallest cock he'd ever ridden. When she realized what was to come, her eyes went wild. He situated himself over her and lowered down onto her pulsating cock. When they realized he needed no adjustment time she started fucking like crazy, one primal instinct the sole motive for any of her actions at that moment. As for Aiden, he'd found the cock he'd been missing all his life. Never before had a lover been able to penetrate him fully and powerfully and hit his g-spot dead on so often as this. Aiden decided that in this case, bigger was not better, as his own cock began to spring back into life. He moaned out her name as she fucked him. He played with her nipples and worked miracles for her with his ass muscles. With no warning whatsoever, she unloaded in his ass and he moaned like a girl with a man's voice. Her orgasm was shorter but more powerful than his by the looks of it. When she slid out of him he turned on his side and took her cock right back into his mouth. She was hard again in seconds. She was shocked, too. That was the fastest it'd gotten up since she was twelve. She squealed and they rolled into a 69 on their sides, both finally getting to taste the other one cum, and both loving the taste. Spent, neither of the two spoke for a while. Both had eagerly awaited this moment for more than two months, in all honesty. Both of them had built this moment up in their heads a thousand times. And neither of them even got close. ******************** Epilogue As they lay there in the invading light of dawn, they got to know each other better. Samantha was very rich, as it happened. She had inherited a huge trust fund a month before she was born from her grandfather. Both of her parents had died when she was young, so she never had anybody to hold her back from her lifestyle. From becoming who she really was. But it also meant she had no support system, and that she could get very lonely sometimes. She had a very nice car, wore very nice clothes, and had a very nice apartment that the two of them had agreed she should sell. She didn't keep much around her in way of possessions, so moving in with Aiden was easy enough. As for the famous, jet-setting, playboy bachelor photographer? Well, he always knew one woman or one man would never be enough for him. What he didn't always know, though, is that Samantha would come into his life with the force of change that she did. Nor for almost the first thirty years of his life did he know the happiness that she brought into his life. But that morning their journey together was far from over. The End. Samantha Ch. 01 The Lady Samantha was still trying to understand how things had gotten to this point. Lady. Hell, fifteen months ago, she had simply been the oldest daughter of a peasant farmer. Now, here she was at the castle. Of course things would be much better if she wasn't to be executed in an hour. Samantha tried not to cry as she thought back to that fateful day, a little over a year earlier. Samantha's family was poor. Of course they were peasants, and that kind of went without saying. Still, that winter had been worse than most, and Samantha's family had really been in danger of starving. Her father had been desperate. Finally, when the food was completely gone, and there was no money for any more, he had taken a chance at poaching one of the king's deer. Now the forest nearby their home was almost overrun with deer, but they were reserved for noble hunting parties. For a peasant to kill a deer warranted a sentence of death. Samantha's father went into the forest, and he thought he had been incredibly lucky, when within two hours he had bagged a beautiful buck. There was enough meat on that animal to feed his family for a week. The man would not have felt nearly as fortunate if he had seen the royal scout who was watching him. For it happened that the king himself was enjoying a royal hunt. Of course Henry was too bulky himself to hunt any more, but he still enjoyed the forest and watching his huntsmen work. So it was the king himself who was informed by the scout of the poacher he had seen. Henry was enraged, he demanded that the scout lead him to the knave immediately. It was no effort at all for the skilled scout to track the poor man back to his home. Samantha's father had just finished cleaning his kill, when the king's party arrived. Three men at arms rushed the house and dragged the miserable peasant outside. There he was thrown on the ground at the feet of the king's horse. Henry was just about to order him killed on the spot, when he spied Samantha. At that moment, Henry lost all interest in the man sprawled on the ground. The king couldn't take his eyes off Samantha. She may have been a peasant, but she was stunning. Her hair was long and jet black. The girl might have been a little on the heavy side, but that was certainly not something Henry VIII could complain about. And, anyway, if she was heavy, the extra weight was definitely all in the right places. The king had to have her, and the perfect opportunity had just presented itself. Majestically, the king dismounted. He walked over to the girl's father, and had him lifted up to his knees. Then Henry dramatically drew his sword. He wanted the girl to get the full effect. Poor Samantha was indeed terrified. She was sure that her beloved father was about to be killed. The girl was just getting ready to run out and beg for mercy, when the king turned to her first. Henry turned to face the girl. Then, in his best royal voice he proclaimed, "Gentlemen, this peasant has committed an act of treason in killing a royal deer. We should have him killed at once, but We are feeling merciful. Therefore, we will grant this miserable peasant his life, and even allow him to keep the spoils, but on one condition. A life must be offered for a life. So, I will spare this man's life, on the condition that his lovely daughter agrees to spend the remainder of her life in the royal palace." The royal palace. Samantha had never even seen it. Now she was being offered the chance to live there. The girl would have followed the king to the palace just given the chance. So, it only took a moment to accept Henry's offer of mercy. It was only ten minutes after that, when Samantha was mounted on a horse and the party was riding back to the castle. The girl had only the clothes on her back, as she rode and tried to imagine what her life was going to be like. The king couldn't wait to get back with his prize. It wasn't long before the entire party rode under the portcullis and into the royal keep. After that, each member of the hunting group went his separate way, and Henry returned to his private quarters, with the lovely Samantha in tow. Henry was not a happily married man. His wife, Catherine of Aragon, was a cold, distant woman. She had actually been married to Henry's brother, Arthur. But upon his death, only a year after the marriage, it was decided that Catherine would now wed Henry. Henry had no use for the woman, but his father King Henry VII knew that a marriage between the next king and Catherine would solidify relations between England and Spain. So, Prince Henry had no say in the matter, and after his father's death, and his ascension as Henry VIII, he dutifully married the Spanish noblewoman. When they arrived in his quarters, Henry quickly began to undress Samantha. For a moment, the young peasant actually tried to object, but Henry quickly explained the situation to her. "You are here to please me, my girl. As long I as am happy with you, your life will be pleasant and easy. Displease me and your life will not only be unpleasant, but it will be very short." Samantha may have been a peasant, but she was not a stupid girl. She had no illusions of her station in life, and she certainly was no virgin. A poor peasant girl couldn't be. Her family had never had enough money for food. So, there had always been a farmer's son, or an unhappily married baker, who would trade extra food, for Samantha's favors. By the time she arrived with Henry, Samantha knew very well how to please a man, and pleasing Henry would get her far more than any of those other peasants had been able to give her. Her mind made up, Samantha allowed Henry to finish undressing her. Then, after she was naked, Samantha pulled the king to her and put his hands on her very ample breasts. The young girl quickly found that Henry may have been king, but he was still a man. He was just as fascinated with her huge breasts as every other boy had been. Samantha allowed the king to fondle her for a while. After he had played with her boobs, the king had reached down between her legs. Samantha had moved her legs apart to allow Henry easy access to her quim. Very shortly, the buxom brunette was squirming as Henry worked his fingers inside her. When the king had tired of exploring her, he backed away and began to undress. Before he could begin, though, Samantha came over to him and knelt at his feet. Quickly, she lowered his breeches and released his throbbing organ. The girl was pleasantly surprised to find that the King's staff was comparable in size to the rest of his huge body. Then, with the royal scepter standing at attention, Samantha quickly opened her mouth and sucked it in. Henry's eyes nearly popped out of his head. The king had of course slept with several women, but these women of course had only had sex with him in order to improve their standings in the palace. They hadn't had any real desire to please the young prince, so Henry the king was actually rather inexperienced in the ways of love. He certainly had never even imagined having a woman do this for him. But it felt so wonderful, he certainly wasn't going to stop her. Samantha had learned very well, how to please a man. She sucked on that throbbing penis, and wrapped her tongue around it as she did. Samantha could feel the king, grow bigger and harder in her mouth. She looked up and smiled as she saw the look of absolute rapture on her king's face. Then she went back to work on his cock. Samantha sucked even harder, and began to rub her tongue up and down the underside of that hard shaft. It wasn't long before she felt the king begin to jerk in her mouth. Quickly, Samantha grabbed the base of Henry's cock so she could center the head right on her tongue. She got it there just in time. The king's first blast landed right on Samantha's tongue. She swallowed quickly and kept her tongue working the head of that cock. Samantha was rewarded with blast after blast of cum, which she swallowed down as rapidly as it arrived. The king sagged to his knees next to the brunette. Henry's eyes were almost glazed over. The rotund monarch had never felt anything like that in his life. It was like the girl had sucked the very soul out of him. His legs were so weak, he couldn't even stand. Henry pulled Samantha to him and hugged her close. Then he told her that as long as she could please him that much, she would be treated as if she was royalty. After that, the two dressed, and Henry sent Samantha off with a maid to her quarters. As the incredibly built woman departed, Henry realized that he would do almost anything to have her again and as often as he could. That had only been their first time. What other fascinating tricks did that young woman know? Perhaps if Henry had known what his infatuation with the beautiful Samantha would lead to, he might have reconsidered his desire. But, probably not. Henry was just too inexperienced to handle the indescribable pleasure that Samantha had given him. Samantha Ch. 01 "I'll be home from the teaching job at seven thirty babe. Be ready for me okay?" A high, dulcet voice returned to me over the cell phone, "Of course. I'll be wearing the pink shirt." While I normally hate cold weather, the gusty winds off of Oneonta made me grateful. The long black coat I had to wear for protection from the cold hid the bulge that appeared in my jeans quite admirably. The next ten minutes walking to the Fezra after school center saw me soften up as the thought of my girlfriend grew less immediate. It simply wouldn't do to walk in on a bunch of ten year olds with a raging erection. I teach chess there, part time, twenty hours on a usual week in a number of activities and workshops. Combined with my scholarship, it paid most of the bills and provided most of the textbooks. I love the game, and I do like to teach, although a lot of the smaller children grated on my nerves. I'm something of an artist when it comes to my game, and a lot of the grade schoolers were there because their parents wanted some sort of cheap babysitting. But it was a Tuesday, where my schedule got me to work early. I've never understood what impulse drives educators to put high school schedules simply earlier than for younger children. Be that as it may, I had a small, elite class ahead of me for the next four hours. I'm no grandmaster, and one kid in particular, a Jonathan Kalchy, gave me a real run for my money at times, even beating me when I gave simultaneous exhibitions. I keep telling the center people that they should get a real master, not some 2086 college student. However, this was the middle of nowhere, and the chances of a really strong player coming by were miniscule. It pains me to admit it, but I kind of cruised through the lesson on autopilot. I ran through the 1953 Zurich book, so I could use Bronstien's commentary instead of my own, and then set up some matches, turned on the clocks, turned off my brain. I was trying to mentally both hurry the time along and not to think about Samantha enough to give the little twerps something to snicker about. I was thankful that this particular group was low maintenance, as my brain wasn't really there then. I think they sensed it, but were too polite to comment. Finally the proverbial bell rang, and I collected that day's game results and chucked them into a little cabinet I had. Throwing on my coat and almost quivering with excitement, I skipped out. It was a twelve minute walk from the Fezra center to my apartment. I made it in eight minutes forty seven seconds. I have a perfect clock in my head. Walking through the lobby of the building, I passed by a mirror. My brown hair was blown from left to right across my head, and I spent a minute or two combing it into some semblance of order with my fingertips. Watery blue eyes checked out my figure, and wondered once again why she chose me. I'm a bit over five foot nine, weighing one eighty five. I'm athletic, and a few years of martial arts have given me large shoulders and hands, but while I'm not fat by any means, I don't have rock hard abs or a six pack by any stretch of the imagination. I'm told that my face, while pleasant to look at, is cold and aristocratic. Part of that is because of my environment, but meh, a lot of that was there even before I went off to this shithole of supposedly higher education. 1490 SAT score for this. I turned my head to the left and spat, remembering an old friend from back home in New York. Wondering why I was hesitating, I vaulted up the steps to my apartment of 3H. I purposely fumbled with my key in the lock for a moment, to make sure she heard me and could be near by the door. I opened the portal, and I sniffed in the scent of new paint in the hallway. Funny how I didn't notice it before. I stepped through, and saw her. People might say I'm rather attractive, but Samantha was stunning. Five foot six, with emerald green eyes and ever so slightly curled blond hair that almost formed a circle around her face. While I was never impolite enough to ask enough about her weight, she was slender, toned. I would say athletic, but she had a knockout pair of tits, 36D, and I knew because I was there when she bought her bras and several other of her outfits. She was wearing one of them now and my cock was already stirring from looking at her A tiny white "skirt", covering only her waist and a tiny part of her pubic region; from the back her firm, round ass was completely exposed. Further up, she was wearing that wonderful pink shirt, made out of an extremely stretchy polyester. It was about three sizes too small, and her breasts were clearly defined under them. Looking at her like this made me certain that there was a God. Silently, she walked over to where I stood, knelt softly. She wrapped her arms around my knees and planted a soft kiss on my burgeoning crotch. I softly stroked her hair and whispered "good girl. Is my dinner ready?" She rubbed her face against me while she replied "Almost, I've already eaten myself and your place at the table is set. I'll serve you." I had done honors work in high school, got an aforementioned 1490 SAT score, and that was before that third writing section, when the maximum was 1600. There were only two reasons I went to a lame school like Oneonta, with it's backwards academic standards and its location in the middle of nowhere. One was a thirty thousand dollar endowment a year, paying my tuition bills and making an education possible. The other was this chick. She was on the cheerleading squad for the football team. I don't follow football. In fact, I was never much one for campus life, one of the reasons I got an apartment away from it, but this one time my disdain for my fellow co-students wavered for a moment and I attended a game. I saw her there of course, which made the game *far* more interesting. I didn't ask her out of course. I mean hell, someone as hot as she was had to have a boyfriend, and there had to be a lot more eligible guys out there than that weird English major who had condescension and snarky sarcastic comments out of every other sentence. So of course I was flabbergasted when she asked me out two weeks later. The rest of the relationship was even weirder. I wasn't a virgin by any means, I had girlfriends before, but never like her, and I'm not talking about her figure. I'd say she was a submissive, but it never extended out of the sexual, and it was always her idea to descend further. She held the reins of her own submissiveness, begging me for cock and calling me nothing but "master" one minute and discussing the intricacies of Diogenes stoicism the next. It left me with my head spinning every night after I invited her to move into my place. Which was totally fine by me. The smell of pasta brought me out of my reverie. A small salad, some spaghetti, some orange juice to drink (I hate soda), it wasn't a feast by any means, but it was a nice homey dinner. The table was a bit small, and squareish, being able to seat one on each side, and I took my place on a low slung, green swivel chair with almost overstuffed cushions that I sank into. Samantha knelt to my right on a cheap throw rug. I started to eat the salad, tossing occasional glances at her. She was thrusting her chest up, trying to emphasize her breasts and attract my notice. It was one of the unwritten rules of our game, she could do anything she wanted to attract my lust, as long as it wasn't obvious that she wanted it. Open begging for my touch was only allowed to begin once she was naked. God she was hot in that tight shirt. I crunched on a crouton, sipped some juice, and let my right hand dangle low and feel around her breasts. I made a special point of not looking at her, letting only the sensations of my hand flow to my engorged dick. The fabric felt a bit like rubber, but that could have just been my imagination. Her breasts were soft and warm, and I could just sink my hand into them. Groping around, I felt a nipple, lightly rubbing my thumb around in a little circle. I heard a soft sigh of content. I squeezed, drawing a gasp from her, and then turned to the side and pulled her head into my crotch. "Pull it out and suck it." I tried to keep my voice steady, even, authoritative, but a low animal growling was what was came out. Holding power over someone this absolute tended to bring out the animal in me, but worries over my mental health simply dissolved at the sound of her pulling my pants down. I kept my hand on her tits and admired the heat and softness. My cock sprang out of my boxer shorts, already erect and throbbing. I let go of Samantha to let her concentrate on...... more important things. I turned back to the remains of my spaghetti, waited for the feel of lips on the tip of my cock. I gave a buck with my hips and thrust deep into her mouth, prompting a gag reflex. I've only got an average sized cock, just a tiny bit over 6 inches. Part of it is my only experience with this whole Dominant/Submissive thing comes from stories I read on the internet, where the "Alpha Male" always seems to have a ten inch long dick at the least. While I realize that 99% of those are either pure fantasy or some lying bull shitter, it sometimes gives me feelings of inadequacy. Having her gag on me made me feel bigger, and that always felt good. Besides, it opened up...... "How am I supposed to enjoy my meal with a blowjob like this? Suck it bitch." This time I turned to the remainder of my meal enjoying the sizzling feeling of her hot little mouth over my pleasure stick. She alternated her motions constantly, sometimes concentrating on the head, sometimes pulling my entire shaft in, inciting a terrific little throb when I got to her soft palate, occasionally withdrawing her mouth completely to kiss and lick my shaft. I glanced at a mirror in the dining room, and enjoyed watching the perspective of the blond hair bobbing up and down over my crotch. God the heat felt good, and even seemed to make the meal tastier. She was bobbing and sucking as I ate and drank, and I thought that life couldn't get any better. I almost came in her mouth a second later when she somehow managed to get her tongue out of her mouth that was still wrapped around my meat and lick at my balls. I didn't want to go off so soon, so I pulled out of her, she only slightly resisting the withdrawal, and patted her hair as I zipped up. "Good girl, but you know I want to make it last a bit longer. I'll clean up the table. How much homework do you have?" She hung her head low, and spoke the floor as I zipped up and started moving the plates and glasses to the sink. She always does that when I rebuke her, even mildly. "My apologies master. I did most of my work before, I only have a few trig problems, should take me about an hour. I'll go start them." She headed into the living room, which was adjacent to the dining room. For an apartment building, it was quite spacious, with a red rug on the floor that looked more expensive than it really was. Coming in from the dining room, one would see two huge bookshelves dominating the far wall. To the immediate right was my work desk and the computer. In the center of the room was a low double leveled table, which Samantha was sitting next to poring over some mathematics problems. On the right wall was the television, and near the left was a brown, overstuffed couch. The couch wasn't placed flush against the wall, instead being placed closer to the table, although not close enough to sit on the couch and work at the table in the center. I silently walked across the room, taking up a copy of the Brothers Karasmasov before reclining on the couch and starting to read. I spent half my time reading the translated Russian and the other half staring at her back. I've never understood her. She never talks about her family, any former boyfriends, or where she wants to go after school. She did seem to get off on my telling her what to do; it was the control, not pain that drove us along, but I couldn't get any gleam as to why she'd want to be controlled. I could never help but feeling that there was some sort of vitally important clue to her personality that was just out of my reach. I resisted an urge to spit and pushed my attention back to my book. Perhaps Dostoevsky, whose books had given me some insight into my own self, could get me some insight into what she was. I read. I have an almost perfect internal clock. Thirty five minutes and fifty four pages later, I folded my novel on my forefinger and stated, in a dry, flat voice commanded "Take off your shirt Samantha." She didn't answer, just complied. Although I was facing her back, I got a bit of a rise from watching her strip off her top. "Good girl" I grunted out. I returned to my reading, she to her mathematics. Another twenty two pages, I finished a chapter and put down my book. She would be done with her homework soon, and I didn't want to be bogged down with my own reading. I glanced at her. She was still bent over the table, scratching a pen on the table. Her breasts were big enough that I could see roundness from my vantage point. Even though she tended to get absorbed in her own work, I made care not to make noise when I slid from the couch and to the soft floor. I reached around her and felt up her tits. She started for a second, but didn't say anything, and a moment later returned to her trigonometry while I groped and fondled her, running her soft mounds in between my fingers. I would wait until she actually finished her work before I went to full fuck mode. While I enjoyed being distracted from my own projects, I never got the impression she enjoyed a conflict between my cock and her college duties. She took her grades quite seriously. Kneading her tits, I felt more than saw or heard her finishing her work. Trying to remain calm, matter-of fact I asked "Are you ready for me to fuck you bitch?" Her answer was almost cooed out "Of course master. Your bitch is ready to have your cock in her." When she talks like that it always makes my dick leap. The submission is total, willing, eager even. I pulled her up, my hands still on her tits, and we started walking past the dining room down to the bedroom, passing a closet on the left in the hallway. We kept our various toys in that closet, including a set of her outfits for submission, like the pink shirt on the living room floor and the tiny "skirt" she was still wearing. I didn't think I'd need the ropes this evening. We marched into the bedroom together, my hands reaching around her and groping her tits, my cock rubbing against her ass through my denim jeans. Once inside my measured nonchalance vanished entirely. I shoved her onto the large, low, overstuffed bed covers and jumped in after her an instant later. I dove my hands to her waist, pulling at her scant remaining clothing. A second later and it was gone, tossed on the floor somewhere. My fingers sought out her snatch, brushing lightly against a sparse blond thatching, confirming that she was damp, if not sopping. Time to fix that, I thought, and lightly spread her lower lips with my left hand while gently probing with my right index finger. She moaned and twisted her hips slightly, trying to maximize the contact. Flashing her a smile, I pushed on her clit, once, twice, a third time, always with the left thumb, twirling it in a circle before breaking contact again, each time a little harder, a little faster than the last. My other hand stopped gently probing around with a single finger, but inserted a second and was pumping fairly vigorously. This finally got more of a reaction out of her than a moan, and she panted out "Master, please stop teasing me. Please eat me out or give me your cock." I slowly disengaged from her and stood up at the edge of the bed. Calmly, I began stripping off my clothing, my shoes, socks, shirt, pants, underpants falling into a disorganized yet small pile at my feet. "Earlier, you referred to yourself as my bitch. I'd like you to keep doing that until I tell you to stop. Now ask again." She doesn't blush often, but her cheeks went a little scarlet at that demand. But after a second's hesitation, she murmured out "Master, please fuck bitch or eat her out. Bitch is very horny and wants some release. Please master." I strode over to the bed stand, got out a small tube with some oil. I carefully lubricated the generous inner slopes of Samantha's tits. As I worked I said, "First you're going to have to please me bitch. I want to rub my cock on your tits, and then we can see about the fucking." She knew what was coming and scooted backwards a bit on the bed so I could straddle her more easily. I placed my throbbing dick in between her tits, pushed them together, and started thrusting, losing myself in the slipperiness and softness. I slid so easily on her lubricated breasts and the air was cool, a sharp contrast to the heat I felt in my balls. A few particularly violent stabs tapped the base of her chin, and after a few taps she got the idea and craned her neck so she could kiss and lick the tip of the spear that was thrusting towards her. It wasn't really a blowjob, but it was quite a nice spice to the titfucking. "All right bitch, you've earned your fucking." I was already throbbing, and I needed to pace myself not to go off too soon. I slid away, hanging over her directly. I put my palms on the bed to her side and gave her a kiss on the lips that had just a moment ago been wrapped around my cock. No taste of any remnant of my presence, just a faint hint of strawberry, courtesy of her lipstick perhaps. I was lying directly atop her, and I noticed faint red swellings where my fingers gripped in on her tits. I pushed my palms against the bed to her side and ground my throbbing staff against her snatch. She smiled. It was a bit of a struggle, but I got my legs in between hers. Her thighs were like some soft bronze. I pushed outward, and she pushed inward. I had a standing instruction for her to fight ineffectually against my pushing her legs apart. It always made me feel like I was conquering, taking, overcoming. No foreplay or teasing here, I thrust into her, stabbing as hard as I could. Her pussy was tight, almost perfectly contoured to my cock. It squeezed like a vice grip around me, and I gasped, and almost immediately tried to think about my schoolwork avoid cumming immediately. She'd been good, so I didn't want to play any games about not allowing her to cum. She deserved some pleasure, and I enjoyed indulging her. But first....... I snarled in her face. "Arms above your head bitch, I want to see you on full display for me." She quickly complied, gripping onto a pillow near the bed stand. Her pink nipples seemed to stand up almost an inch from her generous tits, and I felt bad for a second looking at the tiny red marks where my fingers had squeezed her tightly. But only a second. I smiled, stroked the side of her face, cooed "good girl" in her ear as I kept thrusting. I slipped and twisted around, trying to increase the friction, and I ground my pubic bone over her clit. I kept my thrusts slow, powerful, deliberate. Fuck fuck fuck, grind grind grind. My internal clock had long since turned off in the exaltation of passion, but I knew that my fucking was slow, rhythmic, unceasing. I wasn't exactly sure exactly how long I kept going until she gave off a low animal grunt and started jerking around. She didn't say anything, but I could see her bunching her jaws and holding it in. My hands had shifted from palming the bed to wrapped around her shoulders, and I asked, my voice a bit ragged. "Enjoy it girl?" At her nod, I sped up my own thrusting. It was my turn now. She felt like I was grasping lava, every inch of flesh to flesh contact searing pleasure into me. My hips knocked for a second into hers, but the I pinned down her pelvis and pushed. My balls felt like they were a pair of balloons inflating, and I only had a few seconds before going off. Samantha Ch. 01 "Oh god bitch, oh god, here I am, here I cummmmmmm." I shot out hard, like I always do if there's a long time from my first hint of arousal to my ejaculation, and I glanced at the clock on the bed stand. I was a little tired, but I could shake it off; it was only around ten o clock. I rolled off of Samantha, and held out my cock for her to lick clean. She took to the implied task with her usual diligence and efficiency. I started to get the beginnings of a second stiffening at her attention, but I wanted to take care of a few other things first. "Put all the clothes away, and then take a shower. Don't put anything on. I'm going to go check my e-mail. Throwing on a bathrobe, I went back to the living room and checked my messages, wrote a few posts on some forums. Nothing new or important there. Although I have showered with Samantha before; I didn't really feel like doing it now, and I was listening for the shower to end. Eventually it did, and when I heard the door open, I went towards the bathroom myself. (We only have one in the apartment) Passing her, I asked if there was anything else she had to do for tomorrow. When she said she didn't, I told her "I'm going to shower myself. You going to stay up?" She nodded. When I walked past her, I quickly turned around and slapped her ass. I entered the bathroom, turned on the water. I considered taking a longer, more luxuriant bath, but I decided against it. Ten minutes later with clean body and hair, I stepped out, brushed my teeth, and toweled thoroughly. I tried fucking her in the bathtub once, but I didn't enjoy it. I hate rubbing on her skin when either of us are wet. I stepped back out and went into the living room, where I could hear the TV on. Neither of us watch much television, but she had an episode of M*A*S*H* on one of those classics channels. I sat down next to her on the couch, and wrapped my arms around her, making sure to stay away from her bare tits this time around. She silently leaned into me, and we just held the cuddling pose for a while, while laughing at the antics of the 4077th. I glanced over to her side (I was on her right) and noticed she had been reading my copy of The Illearth War. That gave me a chuckle harder than the show antics. "Told you you'd like Donaldson. How far have you gotten?" "I'm almost finished with it. They just got to the forest eating up the Raver's army. I still disagree with you, the style seems more imitative of Lord of the Rings and less of a mocking. "Oh come on now, the forest that swallows up the evil army? Yes, it happens in both works in their second book of the trilogy, but in Donaldson, it's a horribly bloodthirsty, evil forest, and not a positive benign force hearkening back to a perfect day of yore. The forest never was allied with the people. She said something then, and I could hear the heat in the words, but after a short moment I lost focus on them. Her slightly tanned globes decorating her chest were swaying slightly, hypnotizing me. My cock started to lengthen and thicken, poking out of the loose material of my robe. My gaze was affixed to her tits, and while I heard myself responding, and in a vague sense knew that I was losing this argument, I couldn't muster up the energy to care, her breasts were hypnotizing me. Something had to be done. I reached out, stroking the side of her tits and then reaching under her arms, tickling with the tips of my fingers. As my fingers wiggled I shrugged my shoulders, sliding out of my robe, sitting naked. Before long, her voice stopped talking and started giggling. "hey, hey, stop that, you're cheating. You can't do this." I gave her a hard glance before responding. She played right into my hands, but I didn't want her to know that. She might guess, but at least I wanted to keep up the pretense. "Did you just say that your master can't do something to you bitch?" She immediately lowered her head, facing the floor in her submissive pose. Was that the hint of a smile on her face? "Bitch is sorry master. She forgot herself and corrected you." "You'll have to be punished bitch. Wait here while your master gets his things." It was hard not to stroke myself as I walked to the closet where we kept our toys. I had a specific game in mind, and I didn't want to push myself at all. It only took a few seconds to reach the closet, and it opened with nary a creek. I quickly took out a black silk blindfold, a small length of soft rope, draped them over my left arm. I needed both hands to take out the other object, a large mounted fan, three blades, with a special little improvement. I carried the stuff to the living room, slowing down only slightly because of the weight. I put down the fan on the rug, and then walked up behind Samantha and shoved her face into the sofa. Placing my knee on the back her hips, I pulled both her arms up behind her back and together. I took the rope and tied her hands together behind her back. Next I wrapped the blindfold around her head over her eyes, and pulled her back upright. A few fingers waved in front of her face with no reaction convinced me that she couldn't see out of the black silk, and I smiled wolfishly. There was something to physically pushing her into place without giving orders. I made her get on her knees in front of the sofa, driving her into position with pushing and occasionally slaps to the ass. Her head was over the couch, her ass almost to the coffee table, which I pushed back a bit to accommodate the fan. I could see that she wasn't easily maintaining her balance, and I chuckled softly. "You'd better keep that pose bitch. It's part of the punishment, and if you fall, you'll just be whipped longer." I wish I could say I made this up, but I pulled the idea from one porno story I especially liked. It was for whipping a slave girl without having to get up and move your arm. I was lazy, and it's hard to get a good swing in when I had Samantha pleasuring me. The fan had three blades, and on each one I had drilled a small hole and put a light leather switch. The idea was fairly straightforward, you turn on the fan and the whips slap, controlling the rate by adjusting the speed of the fan. I pulled off the little remote from the side, the controller of the machine. I had gotten this one special, a modern little device. It had a little dial that controlled the speed to a very fine degree instead of three or four speed settings by buttons. I sidled back to the couch, sitting down and putting Samantha's head over my cock. I was semi-hard from anticipation. "You know the rules bitch. Start sucking when you feel the whip, and it'll keep going until you swallow my cum. You can start........... Now." I turned the dial about a quarter of the way up, and the fan hummed. Thwap thwap thwap thwap She engulfed my prick at the first touch of leather, and while she normally gave a very good blowjob, the desperation and speed that the whip induced in her made her give 110 percent. Her hands bound behind her, she bobbed up and down on my throbbing member, blond mane draped over my crotch. Her lips were soft and cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of the inside of her mouth. Her tongue ran quickly along my shaft, sending sparks arcing through my groin. Even though she couldn't see it, I gave a grin. "You're licking all right, but try sucking a bit harder." I turned the dial further, and the strapping and sucking both increased their intensity. My breathing rate accelerated, and in the bad reflection of the television set I could see my cheeks were flushing slightly. Thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap She really was doing an excellent job. My heart was hammering in my chest. I dropped the dial, and grabbed the back of Samantha's head, crushing her face into my pubic hair and thrusting with my hips. My cock was on fire. An odd detached part of my brain wished I had a camera pointing from the floor, so I could see the bulge my dick was making as I shoved it in her throat. Thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap I was short of breath, moaning my pleasure inarticulately. Hers were mingled pleasure and pain, but I could hear, through the haze of my own ecstasy her cries muffled by my stick in her mouth. I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I didn't feel any swelling in my cock or balls as I came; they simply couldn't get any more aroused. I convulsed, and felt the cum spurt out of my dick, spraying the inside of her throat. She choked slightly on the first spurt, but got a handle on it and swallowed my seed. She kept sucking for a moment until I softened and withdrew. I bent down and scooped up the dial, turning off the fan. I held out my cock, still coated with her saliva mixed with my cum, and silently waited for her to lick it clean. I stroked her hair while she got to it. When she was done, I went back to the couch and put my robe back on. Straightening the belt and dangling, I knelt behind her and undid her bindings and blindfold. "Lean into me Samantha, I have you." She slumped against me, and I could feel her exhaustion., mirroring my own. I stroked her hair and neck, cooing softly in her ear. "You really do an excellent job pleasuring me, Samantha my bitch. Are you happy?" "I am Master. You make me very happy." She nuzzled her face into my chest left bare from the crease in the robe. A moment passed, and I noticed her eyes had closed and her breathing softened. I put one arm around her back, the other under her knees, and gently lifted her up. Making sure to step softly and not on anything that would creak and wake her, I carried her to the bedroom and tucked her in. I could go a little longer without sleeping. I smiled and watched her. Samantha Ch. 02 The Master’s warning telephone call came, three rings was her cue to assume the appropriate position for his arrival. She listened and counted, one ring, two, three, four, five, Samantha picked the receiver up. “H, Hello?” she said hesitatingly. “Hello little one”, replied a familiar soft male voice. Samantha’s heart missed a beat, was Master cancelling his visit? Tears of panic rolling down her face. “Hello Master”, she replied, trying to hide the quiver in her voice. “Anything wrong Master?” she asked, crossing her fingers hoping it was just a call to say he would be late! “No, no little one, please get the spare room ready as I have two guests with me. They will be joining us for the next few days. Make sure they have everything they need in their room, we will be with you in ten minutes”. The phone went dead as he finished speaking. Samantha let the receiver drop back on the cradle and leant against the wall, her body trembling, her face wet with tears. She had been so afraid He was going to cancel the visit; the panic within her had been so extreme she thought she would die! Moving away from the wall and steadying herself, she wiped her face and quickly went upstairs to get the spare room ready. Samantha had just got herself into the centre of the lounge when she heard the key in the door. Her Master had arrived! She quickly knelt, with knees apart, hands on thighs, head and back straight and eyes lowered to the floor, her breathing still a little fast from her earlier panic and rushing around. Her Master’s voice came floating into the room from the hallway. She could hear he was talking to someone but couldn’t hear what was being said. The footsteps on the stairs told her that Master was showing the guests their room and knew that he would inspect hers’ to make sure it was as it should be. She heard a door close and one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. The Master glided into the lounge as if he was on a cushion of air. “Greetings my little one, I see you have done well in getting everything ready”, he said softly, noticing the pinkness in her cheeks through having rushed to please him. He smiled to himself, she was a good submissive, the best he had had for a long time. On this visit she would join his flock, she would be ready and only too willing. He brushed these thoughts out of his mind, there was work to be done and he only had a few days to complete his mission. “Greetings Master, I hope your journey was not too tiring”, she replied, his aroma making her a little dizzy, her pussy getting wet just by his presence. “No little one, it was a good journey, any tiredness I may have soon disappears when I see the light in your eyes. Raise your eyes to me please”, his voice mellow and gentle to her ears. Samantha raised her eyes and looked directly at the Master. A fine figure of a man standing in front of her, dressed in his usual black clothes, his muscular arms showing subtle lines through his shirt, his lean face with square jaw line could make him look so severe, yet a smile would soften the lines and warmth exude from him. His dark eyes were often hard and cold but today they were soft and gentle just like puppy dog’s eyes, his dark hair short always well groomed. Her eyes wandered to his crotch, she could see the outline of his desire, wishing she could move forward and take hold of him to caress and suck him, to gently bring his desires to the surface, to feel the explosion in her mouth and take his hot juices within her own body. She noticed he looked younger this time, perhaps a trick of the light? As the Master looked at her he remembered the first time he met this wonderful creature. *************************** It had been raining hard and the roads were wet, spray coming up from the other cars, the wipers having to remain on even though the rain had stopped. As he listened to the relaxing music of the Four Seasons by Debussy, his eyes roved the shops and watched the people; dusk was falling making the light quite eerie. As he drove in the traffic stopping and starting, he noticed a young woman huddled in a doorway her long blonde hair-soaking wet, she had obviously been caught in the downpour. He drove past slowly, as luck would have it she looked up and their eyes met, holding the gaze for the few seconds that he drove past. Driving further down the street Damian couldn’t get the woman’s gaze out of his mind. He decided at the next lights he would do a right and go round the block and see if she was still there, why, he wasn’t sure, all he knew was that he wanted to glimpse her again. As he went round the block and back up the main street he started searching the doorways, he passed where she had been but she was gone. He was disappointed, sighing; he put his foot on the accelerator and moved quicker through the street. His eyes straining in the dim light he saw her appearing out of a shop, her wet hair hanging limp against her back and her wet clothes sticking to her body. He braked sharply, a car blew its horn at him, the driver shouted abuse as they went past him. Damian didn’t take any notice; he was too busy watching the woman walking towards where he had stopped. As she walked towards the car Damian got out and went to the passenger side and opened the door. As the woman approached her head lowered to the ground she didn’t see him there until it was too late, she bumped into him. On looking up she saw this gentle warm face looking at her, their eyes met and their gaze held for a few moments as if words were passing silently between them. With a smile she slid into the passenger seat, Damian closed the door and got back into the driver’s side and pulled off. “Hi, I’m Damien, and you are?” he asked quietly. “Samantha”, she whispered. “Pleased to meet you Samantha, may I drive you home before you catch yourself a death of a cold?” asked Damian. “No thank you” she replied. Apart from the music playing in the car, nothing was said for a few minutes. They were both about to say something and they both stopped. Smiling, Damian invited Samantha to speak first. She lowered her head and watched herself twiddling her fingers and requested he speak first. “Okay”, he said. “If you don’t want to go home, where would you like to go”, he asked, noticing a few tears splashing onto her hands. “Somewhere warm and safe please”, she whispered. Damian didn’t reply. He decided he would take her to his place so she could have something warm to eat and drink, have a hot shower and dry clothes, maybe when she was feeling better she would talk to him. Twenty minutes later he parked up on his driveway and invited Samantha into his home. He took her straight upstairs to the bathroom, turned the shower on and whilst it was running told Samantha that clean dry clothes were in the next room and she should help herself until hers were dry. She nodded and thanked him as he left the bathroom closing the door quietly behind him. As he went downstairs to the kitchen he was aware of his thoughts and feelings, the movements in his crotch. He quickly dismissed them and got on with preparing dinner. The dining table was already laid for two; a few candles around the room alight, throwing shadows on the walls, the red roses in the centre of the table sending a heady scent into the room. As Damian had finished making dinner he could hear Samantha upstairs in the bedroom, he hoped she would find something nice to wear. Going into the dining room Damian made sure everything was just right, he wanted Samantha to feel safe in his home and his presence, maybe she had been specially sent to him, maybe his Masters had forgiven him and were giving him his final chance to make good. In the bedroom Samantha found a beautiful white chemise and matching gown, it seemed to beckon to her to be worn. She slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror, her face seemed to glow, her hair shone more and her eyes sparkled like diamonds, her lips seemed softer and pinker than usual. The chemise she was wearing wasn’t what she would normally wear, but somehow it seemed right, and she felt safe. Samantha walked downstairs in her bare feet very quietly, she could see Damian standing in the dining room, she entered silently, her eyes adjusting to the dimness of the room. Damian beckoned her to step forward in front of him. As she did his eyes roamed over her from head to foot taking in her gentle movements, the gentle wafting of her hair and her smell making his senses reel. Their eyes locked, her eyes wanting, asking, but no words passing her lips. He whispered to her to kneel at his feet, she did this without question. Now he knew she had been sent, he took her, there and then, made her his, dinner forgotten, all that mattered was that this beautiful creature belong to him, her mind, her body and eventually her soul. That was twelve months ago…now his work was almost done. She had trained well, the final part of her training almost complete…this would be his last visit! Samantha Ch. 02 The next day was a blur for the new king. Henry managed to complete his duties, but all he could think about was seeing Samantha that night. Somehow the day went by, and Henry returned to his quarters. The queen was safely alone in her room with her maids, and the king quickly sent for Samantha. When the squire came to Samantha and told her Henry was waiting for her, she left immediately. The young girl had realized that pleasing the king was her ticket to a new and wonderful life. Samantha actually had visions of Henry disposing of his wife and making her queen instead. Samantha arrived in Henry's room and the king couldn't grab her fast enough. He pulled the girl to him and mashed his lips to hers. Samantha returned the kiss with passion and then pulled away so they could undress. When the two were nude, Henry pushed Samantha down to her knees. The girl immediately knew what the king wanted, and without any hesitation she engulfed is entire tool with her mouth. Henry couldn't get enough. It was every bit as wonderful as he had remembered. That mouth and that tongue felt incredible. The king knew he wouldn't last long under that treatment, but then, just before he was going to erupt, Samantha pulled her mouth off him. Henry was going to complain, but the girl was pushing him back onto his bed. Samantha was tired of sucking the king's dick. She knew he enjoyed it, but damnit she wanted a fuck. So, she released Henry's organ and pushed him down onto the bed. Then, before the monarch could even move, the buxom girl straddled his cock and plunged herself down onto it. She couldn't help letting out a little sigh as the royal staff entered her soaking channel. It was amazing. Henry had always enjoyed sex of course, but over the last few years it had become difficult. As his girth had increased, it had become physically difficult for Henry to mount a lady comfortably. In fact, unknown to him, the king's prowess, or lack thereof, had become a source of some humor among the female servants. But this was wonderful. Henry could just lay back with his cock all the way inside this beautiful brunette. His body posed no difficulty in this position, and the king just let Samantha do whatever she wanted. As soon as she was mounted, Samantha began to move up and down on the king. Gradually, she began to rock back and forth as well. Between the pole going in and out of her cunt, and the way she was rubbing her clit against the king's body, Samantha was about ready to explode herself. Without even realizing it, the girl began to move faster and faster. Her breathing was becoming short and Henry could actually feel the spasms begin inside her. Then, with an animalistic shriek, Samantha was cumming. As she did, her moist channel clamped down on the king. With that, Henry let out a bellow and followed his lover into the land of orgasm. It was several minutes before either of them could speak. When they finally returned to reality, Samantha was lying on top of the king, with his now soft organ still tucked nicely inside her. Henry was in no hurry to leave Samantha's warm tunnel, so he just wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. When the finally separated, Samantha got up slowly and let the king's cock slip from her body. She dressed and turned to leave, but Henry stopped her. The king was simply infatuated with this beauty and was going to keep her with him as long as possible. So Henry sat Samantha down and explained how her life was going to change forever. The king told Samantha, that he had to have her with him. So she was going to become the lady Samantha. The girl didn't understand, but Henry explained that he would introduce her to the court as the youngest daughter of an Italian Duke. With her dark hair it would be believable, and no one at the palace knew enough about the Italian court to question it. The only people who knew about her were himself and the rest of that hunting party, and Henry assured Samantha that they were totally loyal to him. Samantha wasn't too sure this was a good idea, but she also knew that she really didn't have much say in the matter. If she displeased the king, there was no telling what he might do. Besides, as a lady, she would be able to help the rest of her family. Her father had struggled for so many years, and the death of her mother five years earlier had taken its toll. Also, the fact that he had no sons, but only three daughters meant that he had no one to help feed the family or earn money. Samantha knew that if for no other reason, she had to go along with this to help her father and sisters. The next morning, Samantha was lead into court by Sir Landon of York. Sir Landon had been a member of the king's hunting party, and had agreed to help the king in his plot. The good knight approached the king and told him that he had the honor of introducing the Lady Samantha of Napoli, youngest daughter of the Duke of Napoli. The duke requested that Henry allow the young woman to be his guest and to learn the ways of the English court. This was actually a very common practice at the time. It was understood among the royals, that the real reason for a lady to visit, was to find a husband thus securing a diplomatic relationship between two governments. So everyone in Henry's court assumed that this lady was simply a noblewoman hoping to marry into English nobility. After the introduction ceremony was over, Henry invited the young woman to his quarters. While this was uncommon, it was not unheard of and was considered a great honor. For the king to ask for the company of a visiting noblewoman implied that he felt relations between England and the lady's country were extremely important. So, as Samantha accompanied the king, the entire court was buzzing about Henry's diplomatic success with the Italian court. Henry and Samantha managed to look properly serious, until they arrived back at the kings quarters. When they were safely inside, they both fell on the bed laughing. It was quite some time before either regained their composure. Henry recovered first, and pulled Samantha to him to kiss her. Samantha quickly responded and the two lovers embraced and kissed passionately. Somehow, over the next few minutes, clothes were shed and the king and peasant once again stood naked together. This time Henry took charge. He walked his beautiful Samantha over to the bed and bent her over it. From behind, his girth didn't' present any problems, and that ass on Samantha was a dream come true. It was round and soft and just perfect. Henry reached underneath Samantha's ass and found that she was already wet. The king was certainly ready, so without any hesitation, Henry rammed himself home inside the beautiful woman's slit. Samantha had hardly regained her balance after the king had pushed her over, before she felt him thrust into her. After that, she didn't care. It felt wonderful. Samantha just pushed back against Henry and hoped this would go on for a very long time. Each thrust of that rod into her cunny, sent shivers up and down the girl's spine. Henry continued to ride Samantha. It was so hot and wet in there. But as he fucked her, he looked down and saw another hole. The king had never actually buggered a girl, but he had of course heard about it. And now, with that big soft ass right in front of him, he had to try it. Henry rubbed his finger over Samantha's tight opening, but it was too dry to really go in. Quickly the king brought his finger to his mouth and covered it with saliva. Then he put it back to Samantha's anal opening. This time it slid in without any trouble. The peasant girl wasn't sure what was happening. No one had ever touched her there. It felt strange, but it wasn't unpleasant. So Samantha relaxed and went back to enjoy her long hard screwing. But then, just as she was getting close, she felt Henry pull out of her. The girl was completely confused. She knew Henry hadn't come yet, so why was he stopping. Samantha started to turn around, when she felt Henry's cock return. Only this time it was pressing at a different opening. Samantha didn't even have a chance to wonder what was happening, when Henry's cock made its way into her bottomhole. Samantha actually collapsed onto the bed, but Henry just followed her down. The head of his prick was already lodged into Samantha's anus, and as he fell on top of her, it simply jammed a couple more inches inside. Samantha squirmed on the bed, but Henry's weight had her completely pinned. All she could do was simply lie there as inch after inch of the king's organ made its way up her backside. The feeling was overwhelming. Samantha felt like her poor ass was going to split open. And each time she felt like she was completely full, more of that thing made its way inside her. By the time she felt Henry's stomach resting against her butt, Samantha couldn't believe how far that thing was jammed up her ass. And the strangest part was that she could actually feel it pulsing inside her. Then just as the girl thought she might get used to the feeling, Henry began to thrust in and out of her anal hole. It wasn't really painful, Samantha decided, just strange. She felt very full and wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. But then, as Henry continued to plow her behind, it began to feel better and better. Without even realizing what she was doing, Samantha reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit. Soon, she was pushing her ass back to meet the king's every thrust. It was incredible. Samantha knew she was going to cum, and wasn't even sure she knew why. Then a moment later, it didn't matter. The girl let out a shriek to wake the dead and began pushing her ass up and down on Henry's pole as fast as she could. The king was in paradise. The feeling inside that hole was indescribable. It was so tight and so hot. Henry was trying to make it last as long as he could. And to his absolute shock, Samantha seemed to be loving it as well. The king struggled not to cum. More than anything, Henry just didn't want this to end. But when Samantha came it was impossible. The way she moved and the way her hole clamped down on him, Henry didn't have a prayer. A moment after Samantha, he too let out a yell and began thrusting for dear life. Five minutes later, two sweaty and exhausted lovers were still lying on the bed. Henry was still inside of Samantha and neither one of them had the energy to move. Two hours later, when Samantha finally left Henry's chamber, the smile she had on her face convinced everyone at the court that their king was a master diplomat. After just two hours, he had charmed his way into the lady's heart. The king just smiled as he saw his retinue. If they only knew what he had charmed his way into. Samantha Ch. 03 Samantha raised her eyes and looked directly at the Master, he smiled and stroked her hair, leaning forward kissing her softly on her lips. His hand wrapping around her hair, she felt the tightening as he turned his hand a few more times. Pulling her head back he looked deep into her eyes, his having gone as hard as steel to look at. “Now bitch, tell me what you have been doing? I have heard little snippets here and there and I hope for your sake they are not true,” he said sternly. He released her hair and told her to stand up, she started to speak, he demanded silence until he was ready to hear her. Samantha stood up and waited for instructions. He went behind her and lifted her skirt seeing the white panties snug against her buttocks, lifting it as he went round her checking they were sitting properly. Once in front of her he told her to hold the skirt up as his hand slid along her belly. His fingers caressed her mound his other hand pushing her legs apart. As Samantha held her skirt up his fingers wormed their way into the side of her knickers, the index finger slowly and gently penetrating her, pushing up inside her moist tunnel to the knuckle. A second finger joined it and a third, and the three began to caress the inside of her as his thumb worked over her clitoris. She gasped finding it difficult to stand without wobbling, her hips began to undulate slowly and her breasts rose and fell with growing speed as his fingers manipulated her sensitive flesh. “We have been a naughty girl haven’t we?” he said, his hand shunting violently between her thighs, she let out a cry as he began to masturbate her quickly and roughly. A few times his fingers slid out of her wet honey pot and sawed over her swollen sensitive clit, then he would thrust sharply back into her as if he wanted to split her in half. At first the thrust hurt, but then pleasure exploded within and she was losing control of her body. Her hips rolled and twisted as she jammed herself against his fingers. He caught her hair, painfully jerking her head back, crushing his lips onto hers. “You’re a whore, little one, aren’t you?” he growled at her. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving in rhythm to his fingers but her brain was now trying to fight against what he was doing. He had never called her a whore before…it wasn’t in his vocabulary, so the only thing it could mean was that he knew what she had been doing. Over a period of a few months she had been having male visitors. Obviously someone had reported back to him about the activity that was going on at his house. He was under the impression that she was fucking them, providing a service, perhaps she was, but not in the way that her Master thought. She had been paid well for giving her knowledge and would hopefully see some of them in years to come. She did not receive money for her actions but she would let the Master assume she had, to see if he would make the same mistake a third time. His previous two submissives never stood a chance against his wrath. If the Master was able to control himself this time then he would be welcomed back into the fold, the higher Masters were very clear on what her mission was if he should fail. Samantha answered his question. “If Master says I am a whore then I must be”, she replied. Her head was hurting from the tight hold he had of her hair, his fingers still moving within her, the juices running over his hand. Master withdrew his hand from her cunt and pushed her to the floor. Holding her head back he demanded an explanation from her. Samantha spoke quietly wincing at his grip. “What does Master wish to know?” “Why have you been having male visitors here?” he replied curtly. She gave a deep sigh her body beginning to tremble with fear of his wrath. Her hot wet crevice was on the verge of an orgasm, which she knew he was not going to allow her. The gusset of her panties tight against her clit, her labia lips protruding over the sides swollen with the roughness of his earlier intrusions. “I have had several male visitors Master,” she said hoping her voice did not betray her fear. “Had you forgotten that visitors to this house when I am not here was and is forbidden?” he asked pulling her head a little further back, watching the grimace on her face as the pain on her scalp got worse. “No Master, I hadn’t forgotten”, she replied with a tear dropping from the side of her eye. Her scalp was very tender, she was uncomfortable and her neck hurt, the strain on her throat with her head pulled back made it hard to swallow. “How many visitors have you had, why only males, what were you doing?” he shouted at her, turning her head sideways so that his eyes met hers. His eyes bore into her…searching her soul for an answer, the pain in his chest so great, he had felt pain before but nothing like this, she would pay for this dearly, she would learn how it would be, being his slave with no love, no emotion, no gentleness, no caresses…he would give her nothing in return for her ultimate submission to him. Damien loved her, she had betrayed him! “I used to have about four visitors a week Master, I would provide a service for them and they made me happy, I was lonely without you here Master. Sometimes you would be gone so long; I needed other people to talk to,” she replied with a slight defiance in her voice. God her head hurt so much! “Are you telling me you fucked these men because you were bored and lonely, and you got paid as well?” he said so quietly that his voice was almost inaudible. She felt him trembling with anger, for the first time she felt fear rising within her, what would he do with her, was she in danger like the other two had been, she didn’t dare answer him. She remained silent cradling the fear in her stomach, her heart was beating so hard she could hear it, her mouth was dry, the pain in her scalp didn’t seem so bad anymore, and yet the fear was generating a wetness between her legs that made her ache for the orgasm she never got, she could feel the moisture drip slowly down her thigh, she hoped Master didn’t see it. The Master straightened her up and with strong push he threw her to the floor, a hiss and growl escaping his throat. She looked at him frightened and thought she saw his eyes change colour, but it happened so quick she thought it must have been a trick of the light. Leaning over the couch Damian brought out her wrist and ankle cuffs and a ball gag. He got hold of her and roughly pulled her up to a standing position, put her arms behind her and put the cuffs on. He did the same with her ankles and then put the ball gag in her mouth. The ball gag was so tight that she found it difficult to breathe. On the coffee table was a pair of scissors, picking these up he turned to her and started to cut off her shirt. The cold metal slid across her nipples, startling her and making her move back a little, he glared at her, she resumed her original position. He tore her skirt off and then cut her panties off her. With the blades closed he slid the scissors between her slit, the cold metal feeling like ice against the hot swollen flesh. As he slid the scissors upwards he parted her lips so her clitty was exposed, opening the blades he placed them each side of her button, she took a deep breath in and held it, her eyes wide and almost popping out of their sockets with fear of what he was contemplating. Damian laughed at her, his eyes taking on a look of evil she had never seen before. “ Maybe I will cut it off slut, that would put paid to your antics, wouldn’t it?” he sneered; he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. Samantha grimaced at the thought of his suggestion, her stomach churning, hoping that this was just and idle threat because he was angry, and not a promise. Damian put the scissors down chuckling to himself; she let go of her breath and started to breathe a little easier. He informed her she would be going into the dungeon for her punishments, she had never been down there before, there had never been any need for him to take her there, she had always been an obedient submissive, but she knew that this time she had pushed him over the edge and she was going to suffer for her wrong doing. Damian left her standing in the lounge naked and restrained; he told he would be back to escort her down to the dungeon within a few minutes. With that he turned and walked out of the lounge. ************* Damian walked to the locked door at the end of the hallway, his shoulders hunched and tears flowing down his face. Shaking his head to himself, he found it hard to believe that she could do this to him. From the first day he met her, that wet rainy day twelve months ago, he was drawn to her like metal to a magnet. He loved everything about this woman, her hair, skin, eyes, mouth, absolutely everything; every breath he took was for her. He had told her many times on their gentle moments how he felt and she always replied with the same. Obviously he was wrong about her, she was no better than the other two submissives he had had, they were all cunning, deceitful and full of bullshit!! Having unlocked the door for the first time in 18 months he peered into the darkness. Starting down the stairs he flicked the light switch on. The dungeon smelled damp and musty and was very cold, he could see his own breath in front of him; he shivered as the chill went through his flesh. He remembered the last time he was down in the dungeon, it made him sad that things had gone the way they had. Through the musty smell there was an aromatic odour seeping into his nostrils, sniffing the air taking in the aroma it reminded him so much of Cheryl, his last submissive, it was because of her and his lack of control that the higher Masters ostracised him from the fold. As Damian reached the bottom step he looked around and let his eyes get used to the dimness in the room, the stone floor was damp and a little slippery, moss or lichen had grown over some of the stone slabs. Looking round the room he saw that the equipment was all intact. Some spiders had made their home down there, a few cockroaches and a couple of mice scuttled across the floor. The mirror on the end wall needed cleaning but he would get Samantha to do that, the sight and atmosphere in the dungeon would scare Samantha, he was sure of that. With a deep sigh he turned around and went back up the stairs to fetch Samantha and lock her up for the night. Samantha heard his footsteps coming along the hallway, her mouth ached with the ball gag in, her breathing was a bit laboured, he looked at her as he entered the lounge. Without saying anything to her he removed the ball gag. “Thank you Master,” she said gratefully. He ignored her. He undid the cuffs from her ankles and took her by the arm and led her to the dungeon. Damian opened the door and Samantha saw the stairs, wooden well-worn steps, they didn’t look very safe and creaked a little when Damian stood on the second one. He put the cuffs back on her ankles, put a wide collar around her neck and attached a leash to the D ring in the middle. He ordered her to lie down on the floor and told her she was to slide down the stairs on her belly. Samantha looked at him in astonishment, she couldn’t believe she would have to do this, he looked her straight in the eye waiting for her to move, the look was enough for her to not protest to his order. Samantha lay down her breasts on the top step; he pulled the leash enough to start pulling her off the top. She started to slide down the stairs, her nipples scraping across the top of each one, her pubic bone burning as the wood seemed to set the tender flesh of her mound on fire. Her skin was being scraped and scratched by splinters from the wood; she felt several splinters go into her flesh, she cried out with every bump as she landed on each step. Once she got to the bottom he ordered that she remain there until he had set up some equipment that he wanted her to spend the night on. The stone floor was freezing and wet, she shivered, out of the corner of her eye she saw a mouse, she gave a little shriek, she hated mice, dirty disease carrying things! Damian walked over to her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. “Something wrong little one?” he asked her with a sarcastic tone in his voice. “No Master” “Another sound from you and your whipping will start tonight, do you understand me?” he retorted. “Yes Master,” she replied her teeth chattering because of the cold. As she lay on the stone floor she tried to look around the room. On her right hand side there was a cage, slightly bigger than a dog cage with a circular hole at one end large enough for a hand to go through but nothing bigger. At the end of the room was a floor to ceiling mirror that was filthy; it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for years. Her eyes went round the room to the next wall and she recognised the St. Andrews cross with leather cuffs hanging from it. Next to it was a box with a dildo on the end of a longish metal rod, it was upright, the only way one could get that inside would be to be suspended over it, the thought made her feel uncomfortable. The way she was laying on the floor she couldn’t see the rest of the room. Samantha could hear chains being moved around but the sound was coming from behind her so she couldn’t see what her Master was doing. Samantha was tired…and even though she was lying on a cold damp floor she could feel that sleep was going to overtake her very soon. She didn’t know how long she had closed her eyes for but soon woke up. Damian had picked her up by her hair and had her on her feet, she was stiff and cold, green slimy stuff on her front. Her normal beautiful hair was damp and a mess. He led her over to the far wall; there were several rings on the wall and several chains hanging from the ceiling with rings on the end. He undid her cuffs and put her arms above her head, tied a thick rope around her wrists and attached them to the chains hanging from the ceiling. Removing the cuffs from her ankles he spread her legs, attached rope to each ankle, then went to a single chain which was hanging and started to pull on it. Samantha soon realised that it was lifting her off the floor. She was raised about a foot off the floor, he then took rope and ankle and tied it to the ring on the wall, he did the same with the other one. She was now suspended and leaning forward at an angle, the box with the dildo on it was moved so it was in direct line with her now exposed pussy. The rod could be moved into different angles and Damian had set it just right. She could feel the tip of the dildo at the entrance of her crevice, she could feel herself getting wet, she felt ashamed of herself that she should get wet so quickly. Damian stood back and looked at her. “My what a pretty sight you are,” he said quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself. He walked over to the opposite wall. Samantha hadn’t seen this one when she was on the floor, but she could see it now. This wall was full of whips, canes, paddles of all different shapes and sizes, lots of ropes were hanging, different sized leather cuffs, pony bridles, dildo’s, vibrators on the shelves and other things that she couldn’t see because of the dimness of the room. She saw him reach for a crop; he turned around and walked towards her swishing it through the air. “Now then little one, you know what this is for don’t you?” he asked her enquiringly. “Yes Master,” “First of all you will be punished just to give you a taste of things to come, then since you like cock so much you will have the dildo inserted for the night. If in the morning I see you have cum all over it then you know what to expect. Is that clear?” Samantha could tell by his tone that he was deadly serious and that this was no game, he was very angry with her and she was not looking forward to what was coming. “Yes Master,” she replied, a quiver in her voice. He stepped forward and put the crop to her crotch, his arm outstretched as if he was measuring the distance. Without warning he flicked it upward and she gasped at the sting it left on her clit. He moved it slightly further underneath so that her lips would be caught, a succession of flicks made her scream with pain. The heat of the stings searing through her lips into her tunnel like a knife cutting her. The flat leather piece on the end of the crop landed precisely where he wanted it, he could see her labia swelling a bit more, they were swollen before he started, he intended to get them a little larger and redder, he wanted her to be in pain all night, just as his heart would be in pain. He flicked the crop several more times and she screamed, he moved himself to the back of her, and standing on a stepladder brought himself inline with her bottom. The crop landed hard and fast on her cheeks leaving wonderful welts on them. Stepping down and removing the ladder to one side he moved his dildo contraption closer to her so now it was entering her. Damian pushed the dildo into her without ceremony, she was gasping and crying at the same time and this only served to make him angry. Once the dildo was in he went to the front of her again, took the crop and flicked hard onto her clit, she tried desperately to dodge his onslaught but it just made her move up and down the dildo which was hurting her. Satisfied with his work he hung the crop back on the wall; turning to her he bid her goodnight and walked towards the stairs. “Master,” she yelled. “Please don’t leave me here like this,” she pleaded. He smiled at her, his eyes soft and gentle. “Little one, you will now learn how to be a slave to me. You betrayed me with your actions, you must be taught a lesson. Now the best thing you can do is shut your eyes and try to get some sleep, you have a hard day in front of you.” He blew her a kiss and walked up the stairs, out of the door and locked it, putting the key in his pocket. Leaning against the door he put his head in his hands, tears falling through his fingers and splashing to the floor. He must remember to control himself, he mustn’t go to far this time, last time he lost Cheryl, he couldn’t afford for that to happen again. Sad and tired he went upstairs to the bathroom and drew himself a bath, got in and lay there for an hour trying to come to terms with what Samantha had done, and deciding on her punishments. As the water went cold he got out threw his bathrobe on and went into his bedroom and lay on the bed thinking. Samantha Ch. 03 The next several months were heavenly for the young king. Samantha made every day worth living. Henry became more and more obsessed with his beautiful mistress. Unfortunately, he also became less and less careful. For a while, Samantha at least tried to be sure that she was not seen entering and leaving the king's quarters. But, after a while, she began to truly believe her new station. The girl decided that she was so important now, that no one could interfere with her. Catherine of Aragon was a cold, unfeeling woman, but she was anything but stupid. The queen had become suspicious very soon after Samantha's arrival. She had watched the new noblewoman carefully, and had seen that the girl was spending way too much time with her husband. Catherine had no doubts about what was going on. Frankly, for herself she didn't care. If having Samantha around meant that Henry did not demand sex from her, well so much the better. However, the insult to her family and station could not be ignored. The queen spent weeks trying to find out everything she could about Samantha. She had actually determined to ignore the liaisons between her and the king, when a chance encounter changed everything. Thomas of Hastings was a young squire. His master was Sir William of Hastings, another member of that fateful hunting party. He was tending to his master's war-horse, when he saw the queen out for a ride. Then, as he watched in horror, a snake spooked the queen's horse and it took off in a panic. Thomas quickly mounted his own horse and chased after the queen. Catherine's own escort was trying to catch up, but they had been caught by surprise and were trailing far behind. Thomas, however, was off to the queen's side. Once mounted, the squire had no problem riding to a point in front of the queen, and taking control of her frightened steed when he arrived. After regaining her composure, the queen thanked her young hero profusely. Then, to his shock, Catherine ordered Thomas to his knees, and she knighted him on the spot. Thomas couldn't believe it, the queen herself had knighted him. Not only that, but she was still there smiling at him. He couldn't stand it. This wonderful woman shouldn't be treated by the king this way. Poor Thomas burst into tears and grabbed the queen's hand. Before the astonished Catherine could react, Thomas was almost screaming that he could no longer allow the king's treatment of her to continue. At first, Catherine was simply appalled that this person would have the nerve to touch her. However, she calmed herself. This young knight appeared to know something important. So the queen calmly asked young Thomas what he meant. Still weeping, the boy told his queen that her husband was betraying her with a peasant girl. When Catherine asked who the girl was, to her astonishment, the boy said it was the Lady Samantha. Now Catherine was completely confused. Samantha was an Italian noblewoman. How dare Thomas call her a peasant! The poor boy couldn't take it. He broke completely into tears, but managed to tell the queen the entire story while he sobbed. Catherine couldn't believe it. It was one thing for the king to take a mistress. In all honesty, it was almost expected. But a PEASANT!! That was unacceptable. The insult to the queen was too great to be ignored. Catherine pulled the young knight to his feet and thanked him for his concern. Then she sent him on his way and told him to tell no one else about Samantha. That night, Catherine hid in the shadows of the hall and watched her husband's quarters. Sure enough, barely thirty minutes later, that bitch Samantha entered the king's bedroom. The queen hoped the couple would enjoy their evening together. It would be their last. Samantha had no idea she had been seen by Catherine. Even if she had, she wouldn't have cared. She was the Lady Samantha, and she was the king's favorite. No one would dare interfere with her. As she entered the king's bedroom, Henry pulled Samantha into his arms. It had been a very long day for the king, and he couldn't wait to work off the stress inside that wonderful girl. In moments, Henry had removed Samantha's clothing, and his own followed shortly behind. Usually Henry was a patient lover, but not tonight. Samantha could see that her king was rock hard already. Then, the girl found herself pushed down on the bed. Henry followed her. The king was too bulky to do well on top of the girl, but that would be no problem. Quickly, Henry pulled Samantha until her legs were completely off the bed. Then he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and still standing he quickly thrust himself inside her. The idea of the king being so excited to see her, had made Samantha wet before she ever hit the bed. Now, as she lay there, the king was fucking her harder than she could ever remember. His cock was pounding away inside her pussy and it felt wonderful. In fact, Samantha realized that this was the first time that Henry had completely taken charge. Every other time, Samantha had needed to do something to excite the king before he would take her. Samantha just lay back and enjoyed what was happening. Henry's rod was driving in and out of her pussy. The girl just closed her eyes and concentrated on the wonderful feeling in her groin. Samantha could feel her channel getting wetter and wetter. It was heavenly. The girl tried to tell the king to fuck her even harder, but her breath was beginning to get so short, she couldn't speak. But it didn't matter, Henry was so enraptured in that wonderful tunnel that he began to drive harder and harder. The king and his mistress stayed locked in their dance of passion for several more minutes. Each of them felt their orgasm building. Samantha was way past the point where she would usually come, but this time the intensity just kept building. Finally, though, if could be held back no longer. With a scream, Samantha clamped her legs around the king's head and pulled him into her as hard as she could. Henry was right behind her. His huge bellow, was followed by him thrusting into Samantha so hard, that it seemed like he might drive the girl right through the bed. The king drove into Samantha again and again, as his cock fired round after round of royal semen into the girl. It was several minutes later, before either of the couple could catch their breath enough to even consider moving. Finally, Henry managed to get enough strength back to roll off the girl. The king still didn't have enough strength in his legs to stand, but at least he moved onto his back and took his weight off of Samantha. Not that the girl was complaining. It had been wonderful. Then Samantha saw her king lying next to her, and decided to reward him. Before Henry could react, Samantha rolled onto her stomach, moved down the bed, and sucked the king's entire now-softened organ into her mouth. The king's eyes popped open as he felt Samantha engulf his cock. Henry thought that he was much too worn out for anything to happen, but his mistress quickly proved him wrong. In no time at all, Henry felt himself growing hard once again inside Samantha's wonderful mouth. Samantha continued to work on her sire. His cock grew steadily in her mouth. Very soon it was completely hard once again. When she had him completely erect, Samantha took her mouth off of Henry's rod, and began to just kiss and lick her way all around it. The girl heard her king moan with pleasure as she continued her work on his organ. Samantha licked and licked for several minutes, and then she opened her mouth and plunged down on Henry's cock. The girl managed to stuff almost his entire rod into her mouth. After that, she just clamped her mouth down on that cock, and sucked on it as hard as she could. Henry couldn't believe the feeling, and he wasn't completely sure he could stand it. It was the most incredible thing he had ever experienced. When that mouth sucked down on him that last time, the king almost felt like his soul was being pulled out of his body. Then, he felt Samantha's mouth begin to move again. Her lips and her tongue were moving up and down on him, as she continued to suck his life out through his cock. Henry actually wondered if he was dying, because he couldn't imagine Heaven being any better than this. Lady Samantha began to move her mouth faster and faster. She could feel Henry's rod growing and knew that it wouldn't be long. Sure enough, moments later, Samantha felt the first blast of cum enter her mouth. Quickly she swallowed it down and sucked her lover's rod into her mouth as far as she could. The cock fired cum into her mouth again and again, and Samantha swallowed it all down as quickly as it entered. Finally, it stopped and Samantha felt Henry's cock begin to go soft again. As he softened, Samantha continued to suck that wonderful rod. It was easy to keep it all in her mouth now. She gently stroked her tongue all around the thing, until it had softened completely. Then, she opened her mouth and let Henry gently fall from her lips. It was several minutes before the king could even consider rising. When he did manage to regain his feet, he pulled his wonderful lover to him and kissed her deep and lovingly. Henry knew that he was kissing the mouth that had just swallowed his cum, but he didn't care. All he cared about was this wonderful young woman. The couple kissed and caressed for several minutes, before the king reluctantly sent his beautiful Samantha back to her quarters. The next morning, Henry arose and headed off to court. He was still in a wonderful mood from the previous night. It was a shame that in only a few minutes, his entire world would turn upside-down. As soon as the king entered the throne room, he saw his wife there. This was surprising, since Catherine rarely attended court. But before he could ask her what she was doing, his queen approached him and told Henry that they had a serious problem. It seemed that the woman who claimed to be from the court of Napoli was a fraud. Not only was she not from Italy, she wasn't even a noblewoman. The Lady Samantha was actually a peasant from the local countryside. This was a disaster. If word of this got back to the Duke of Napoli himself, the insult to his court could result in war. There was only one thing to do. This imposter must be executed immediately. That way, if the Duke did hear about it, he would appreciate that the English court would not tolerate any such misuse of his good name. Henry was at a loss. He knew what his wife was doing of course, but he couldn't prevent it. If he admitted that the girl was his lover and that he himself had perpetrated the fraud, it would be an insult to his entire court. Nobles would take up arms against him and civil war would result. Then, as the king was still trying to comprehend the situation, four knights entered the hall with Samantha between them, in chains. Henry looked back to his wife. Catherine quickly told him that she feared that once her identity was revealed, the peasant girl would flee the castle. So the queen had made sure to have her arrested before approaching the king. The king desperately looked for a way out, but there was none. His duty was to pronounce sentence immediately. But Henry couldn't do it. Finally, the king simply announced that he would have to personally look into these accusations and that court would reconvene in two hours. With that, Samantha was taken to the dungeons and Henry staggered out of the room. Samantha was terrified. She had been asleep when those four men had burst into her room and dragged her from her bed. She had screamed at one of them, but he had simply slapped her. Then, chains had been placed on her arms and legs, and she had been dragged into court. Samantha heard the charges laid out against her, and she waited for her king to save her. But Henry did nothing. Finally, she was dragged out and taken to the dungeons, where she was thrown into a cell. A few minutes later, the king entered the dungeons. The jailers knew that this was highly unusual, but Henry simply told them that he wanted to interrogate the prisoner personally. Even if they had wanted to object, the look in the king's eyes did not allow any arguments. Quickly, the men stepped aside and allowed their sovereign to enter the cell. Henry pulled Samantha into his arms. There were tears running down his face as he looked into his lover's eyes. He knew that Samantha was counting on him to save her, and he knew that he couldn't. Instead, all he could do was to tell the woman he loved that she was about to die. Samantha didn't need to hear the words. She could tell by the look on Henry's face that she was doomed. As much as she wanted to plead with him to save her, Samantha was too strong to break that far. She knew that if there was any way he could help her, the king would. Henry told her the situation, and Samantha knew he was right. Freeing her would plunge the kingdom into chaos. The king was duty bound to his subjects not to allow that to happen. Henry did promise Samantha that her family would be taken care of. While he could not save her, he would see that the descendants of her family were lords and ladies in truth. Samantha smiled and kissed her king. She told him that it was all right and that she was at peace with things. Her time with him had been more than she had ever expected in her life, and if her family benefited from this, then her death would not be in vain. Two hours later, Samantha was taken back to court. There, an angry king, sentenced his lover to death by beheading. Sentence was to be carried out the next morning. Until then, Samantha was to be confined to the chapel. There to be given every chance to make peace with God. Samantha had spent the rest of the day in prayer. She asked God to look after her family and to reunite her with her king in Heaven. Now it was less than an hour until dawn, and Samantha really was at peace. Certainly she did not welcome death, but she would face it bravely. It seemed only moments later, when two knights approached her and told her it was time. The king had ordered that she was not to be chained, so with her head up, Samantha walked to the block. The place of execution was in the castle courtyard. With as much dignity as she could, Samantha laid her head on the block. As she did, her eyes looked upward and she saw Henry watching from the balcony of his quarters. The last thing she saw, as the headsman's axe fell, was the tear in her king's eye. Henry wanted to turn away, but he couldn't. Almost hypnotized, he watched the executioner's axe separate Samantha's head from her body. He swore he could see the life go from her eyes, just before her head dropped out of view into the waiting basket. The king stayed in his quarters the rest of the day. He began the day mourning, and he ended it swearing vengeance. The first thing that had to be done, was to keep his promise to Samantha. Two days later, Henry led another hunting party near Samantha's family home. This time he went alone to the house. The king met with Samantha's father and told him the entire story of his daughter's death. Then, he calmly knighted the man. Henry knew that he could not reveal that he had knighted Samantha's father. That would raise the scandal that Samantha had died to prevent. Instead, he simply led the man back to the hunting party. There, he told the party that he had been attacked by a wild boar and that this brave peasant had saved his life. For this service, the king had knighted the man. From this time forward, he was to be know as Sir Gerald. As he made the announcement, Henry realized that he didn't even know the man's real name. He also knew that it didn't matter. Sir Gerald and his family were granted lands near the palace, and they quickly moved to their new estate. The knight’s daughters lived out their lives quietly, marrying well and insuring that their family would continue for many generations. Gerald, however, lived out a much more interesting life. Over the next few years, his name became feared throughout the country. If anyone was known to be a problem to the king, Sir Gerald would be dispatched to deal with it. Shortly, the man who Gerald had been sent to deal with would be found dead. It was the king himself who gave Gerald the nickname which would stay with him the rest of his life, Sir Gerald the Poacher. It was said that no prey could evade the Poacher, once he had been assigned to the hunt. Two years after Samantha's death, Henry divorced Catherine. The king of Spain protested, but Henry ignored it. He had defied the Church with the divorce. Spain seemed insignificant compared to that. In that time, any divorced woman was expected to retire to a convent in shame, but not Catherine. The Spanish woman was much too proud for that. Instead, she simply went into isolation at her estate in Spain. Perhaps it might have been better for her in a convent. Gerald the Poacher took a vacation in Spain. Henry had divorced his wife several months earlier, and the poacher intended to pay her a visit. He had a personal message to send from his daughter. Catherine was found in her room. When the Spanish knights called on her, she had obviously been dead for days. As much horror as those knights had seen in their days, they still had to turn away from the sight. Catherine had been cut open like a hunted animal. She had been gutted and left as a trophy. The worst part was that from the look in her eyes, she had been alive while it happened. None of the knights could bear to tell their king what they had found. Instead, they quietly buried his niece and told Phillip, that Catherine had died of what appeared to be a long, wasting illness. Henry meanwhile had remarried. But from this time forward, the king swore things would be different. No woman would ever again force him to do anything against his will. If he even thought that a woman was plotting against him, he would have her put to death. After all, the only woman he would ever really care about was gone. Samantha Ch. 04 Damian lay on the silk bed that Samantha had prepared, feeling the coolness on his legs, fingering some of the loose equipment that she had laid so neatly on the bed. Because of her behaviour she was now locked away from him, suffering in a cold, damp dungeon under the house. His heart ached, the pain in the middle of his chest hurt so much he was afraid it would suffocate him. His mind was going over her admission to him; his blood began to boil at the thought of what she had been doing. Hadn’t he given her everything she needed? She didn’t want for anything and yet she found the need to sleep with other men! What was he to do? He knew he had to control his temper and not lose this submissive, the loss of a third one would not be tolerated. It had taken months for him to trust Samantha; he had given her the benefit of the doubt and not put a minder in the house. Looking back he should have done, that way she wouldn’t have taken advantage of the freedom he had allowed her. With a deep sigh escaping from deep within him he got himself up and stood in front of the mirror, ran his hands over his face, looking deep into his own eyes. His mind churning, replaying Samantha’s voice in his head, trembling as his eyes scanned himself. The deeper he looked into his eyes the change of colour was taking place. His normally almost black orbs were changing to red, a hiss escaping his throat and a pressure on his teeth. He turned away from the mirror putting his head into hands, sitting on the edge of the bed and rocking himself to and fro. “I must keep control of myself,” he whispered. *************************** After Damian had shown his guests to their rooms, they luxuriated in a hot shower and decided to rest for a while. Jonathon and Angie had been resting for most of the day and it was early evening when Angie stirred from her sleep. Dusk was falling, the birds had stopped singing and the silence that had fallen in and around the house was deafening. The only sound she could hear was that of the rain making its own music on the window pane. There was a chill in the air even though there was a heater on in their room. Angie stretched as she opened her eyes, looking over at Jonathon still sleeping beside her; she rolled over and snuggled into him feeling the warmth of his body against her. She slipped her arm around him gently stroking his chest, outlining his nipples with her long fingernail, letting it glide down to his naval, stopping to trace an imaginary circle around it. She flattened her hand and let it slowly glide between his legs, her warm palm tenderly caressing Jonathon’s cock. She could feel it’s awakening as her fingers curled slowly around the now growing shaft. Jonathon stirred and turned onto his back his legs spreading themselves wide, Angie slid beneath the duvet and like a snake slithered herself between his now open legs. As she crawled between them her tongue traced a pathway on his inner thigh as both her hands silently made their way to his waiting cock. Her hot wet tongue met his balls, she licked them gently, feeling them tighten with the caress of her mouth. Taking one and sucking it into her mouth she heard him groan, his body pushing against her mouth wanting more of her assault on his balls, his hands reaching down and stroking her hair. Her tongue went gently over and around, the suction of her mouth holding it firmly, one hand softly rubbing his shaft and the fingers of the other stroking the rosebud of his arse. Angie let his ball slowly drop from her mouth, her tongue tracing around the other letting it flick its way to the base of his rock hard shaft. She licked him slowly on the underside of his cock from base to the eye, tasting his pre-cum that was already there. Moving up his body she let his cock settle between her large full breasts, her nipples erect and pink as her own excitement rose within her. Angie took hold of her tits and enclosed his cock with the soft flesh, her fingers pulling and twisting her nipples, her breathing giving away her pleasure. Jonathon could feel his cum rising, she could feel and see the head swell and the purplish colour it was taking on, his moving hips got quicker and the pre-cum appeared again, his wanton pleasure so obvious now. She let his cock slip from the fleshy cushion and slid her mouth over the head her tongue darting over and around, her tongue stud hitting the nerve with every flick; she grasped the base of his rod and her mouth glided down until her lips met her fingers. Jonathon felt the head of his cock touch her throat; she held him tight in her mouth, he was groaning and bucking and out of nowhere his orgasm exploded, her tongue writhed against the underside of the head, tasting the spunk filling her mouth. As he spent his final shot Angie moved up the shaft, her mouth full with his juice, she weaved her way up his body, her lips gently caressing his, her slimy tongue forcing his mouth open, spunk running onto his tongue as hers probed him deeply. He felt the slightly salty cream spill into his mouth, collecting in his throat not sure whether he should swallow or not. Angie kissed him deeply, he had to swallow, his throat opened and the warm spunk went down, he responded to her kiss his tongue cleaning her mouth of his juices. As Angie lay on top of him he could feel her hot cunt on his now flaccid cock, her wetness dripping onto him, her hips gyrating slowly and rhythmically. She moved herself into a sitting position, looking deep into his eyes, she caressed and stroked her voluptuous tits, her skin taking on a pinkish glow, her long black hair falling like a waterfall over her ivory skin. Her hands trailed teasingly over her flat stomach reaching her mound, her long fingers parting her lips exposing her swollen clit. As she stroked her button she gave a gasp, her head went back, eyes gently closed as she started to frig herself off. As she was sending herself into a maelstrom of sensual pleasure Jonathon coaxed her to slide up his body and sit on his face. Her cunt fitted perfectly into his waiting mouth, his tongue pushing deep into the hot wet crevice, hearing her groan with delight. Jonathon worked his tongue in as deep as he could feeling her muscles clamp around it, her body grinding down hard on to him, the bitter sweet taste of her slow dripping cum made his now erect cock so hard that it caused him pain. Jonathon knew the explosion wasn’t far away; he cupped the cheeks of her bottom holding her tight, his index finger worming its way into her arse. His tongue fucking her cunt as her fingers moved faster over her clit, her arse muscles tight around his finger, she gave a long drawn out groan and then as the orgasm washed over her she screamed, grinding and bucking on his finger her cum flowing into his mouth. As she continued to writhe on him he moved from underneath her, laid her on her back and put his head between her legs licking her clit as he moved her hands away. He slid two fingers into her pulsating pussy and finger fucked her until she lay exhausted, listening to the gentle whimpers coming from within her. Jonathon lay beside her stroking and caressing her taut smooth skin softy kissing her shoulder. Watching her doze he smiled to himself seeing her face flushed and a contented smile playing on her lips. He leant over and tenderly kissed her mouth. “We must make a move and get dressed for dinner,” he whispered in her ear. “Damian will be expecting us to make an appearance”. Angie grunted, sighed and curled up into a ball. “Do we have to?” she mumbled, feeling warm and content, satisfied at the pleasure she had given and received. Her pussy still throbbing from his intrusion, wishing he would stroke her again so she could open her legs once more for him. Jonathon slid off the bed and went to his case and brought out a crop. As he was getting back onto the bed Angie turned her head and saw the crop. Before she could move herself he had turned her over onto her front, pinned her down and brought the crop down smartly onto her ivory cheeks, immediately a red line appeared. “Does that answer your question girl?” he said sternly. Letting go of her he watched her scramble off the bed and rub both cheeks to ease the sting that the crop had left behind. Angie looked at him with some wickedness in her eyes. “Yes Sir,” she replied. From his room Damian heard the crack of the crop as it landed and thought that he had better go downstairs and get dinner ready. His guests would expect a meal since they were there on his invitation, or so he thought. *********************** Damian had been trained to be a Master by the members of the higher council. He had been a good pupil, but his only flaw was his lack of self-control. This had been discussed many times at the meetings and it took the council a long time to agree about letting Damian go out and find his own submissive to train, and then to bring her back to the fold. When they were all in agreement that he should put his training to the test he was called before them. He had been residing in the Masters mansion for two years, learning all the equipment, studying, watching other Master’s at work with their submissives. Damian had no idea where he actually was, as he looked out of the windows of his room there was nothing but trees in front of him, the mansion seemed to be in the middle of a forest. He couldn’t remember how he got there or why, but it didn’t really worry him. The time that he had spent there he had enjoyed, loved to see the naked submissives be put through their paces, relished the idea of living a completely different lifestyle to normal. These girls looked after his every need, bathed him, fed him, sexually pleased him, and, he felt he had been ready for some time now to go out and find his own submissive. Damian had received a message that his day had finally come; he had been summoned to meet the council of Masters’ at midnight. As the time was approaching he made sure that his clothes were perfect, that he looked like a Master, his two escorts arrived to walk him to the great hall. They stood either side of him and took him down the great stairs that seemed to go on forever and then walked down a long sumptuous corridor. Lining the walls were portraits of past and present Masters looking down at him, almost as if they were watching the condemned man walking to his death. The two girls walking beside him were slightly larger than the ones he had been used to seeing. Both of them were a little heavy big busted women, their tits swung in rhythm to their walking making Damian’s mouth water at the sight of the large pierced nipples, he licked his lips several times as his imagination started running amuck. They both wore chastity belts and he could only imagine what their lips were like, how pink the flesh might be, the taste of their pussy on his tongue, all these thoughts brought him out into a hot sweat. He tried hard to dismiss these thoughts as they approached a large wooden door. They stopped a few feet short of it and the two subs walked forward and knocked on the door simultaneously, three definitive knocks. They both walked back to Damian and stood three paces behind him. After a few moments the door was opened and this beautiful woman stood there beckoning him in. Damian’s eyes looked at her hungrily the movement in his groin confirming what was going through his mind. She was tall; with hair so red it was almost the colour of blood. Piercing green eyes that seemed to look right through him, her skin the colour of milk. She wore a leather quarter cup bra, her breasts sitting proud and pert on top of the cups, her pierced nipples so pink sitting on a chocolate coloured background, he had never seen such dark areola before but the contrast was so striking it made his cock stiffen, he wished he could run his hands over them and plant a kiss on each of those wonderful nipples. Around her waist was a four inch silver belt, dropping from the centre and going between her legs was a moulded matching bar that reached up covering the crack of her arse and a padlock at the top. Her legs had sheer hold up stockings on and thigh high leather boots, with such thin stiletto heels he wondered how she managed to walk in them. As he stepped into the great hall, he saw in front of him a long table, behind it twelve Masters from the council were sitting and watching him. He moved forward slowly not sure why he had been summoned in front of so many. He was ushered to a chair by the gorgeous creature that opened the door to him. The chair was central to the table, the lighting behind the Masters making them look like silhouettes. Standing beside the chair he waited for the command to sit down, squinting his eye to try and see their faces but it was impossible to make any features out. All he could make was that they were wearing capes with hoods on. He gave a shiver, the room was cool and the scene in front of him looked and felt foreboding. The command came for him to be seated; he sat gratefully hoping that the Masters hadn’t seen his legs shaking from nerves, his mind racing as to why he had been called to the great hall. The only time he had known anyone go in front of the council was when something went wrong with a Master, and he had mysteriously disappeared after having been in the great hall. Damian was desperately trying to rack his brains as what he could have done wrong, for the first time in a very long period of time he was feeling a genuine fear. A gentle voice from the centre of the table spoke to him and asked him if he felt he had learned everything that he thought he needed to go out and find his own submissive? Without hesitation Damian answered positively. There was silence for what seemed an age, sitting in front of them like a schoolchild, he felt as if they were probing his mind with theirs. Another voice spoke to him from one end of the table, expressing the concern of all the council, that being his lack of self-control, which he had displayed several times over the last two years causing minor injuries to several subs. Damian reassured them that he had full control of himself and that no harm would ever come to any of his subs that he trained. He wanted a chance to prove himself to this council, to bring them a trained sub and for her to be initiated into the establishment so that their numbers increased. This seemed to please them, they gave him instructions to have his belongings and equipment packed ready to be taken in the morning to his new home. His home and dungeon was provided by the Masters’, everything he needed would be there all they asked in return was to bring them a new sub once a year fully trained to their standards. As he listened to the instructions he was getting excited. The prospect of finding his own submissive was exhilarating, the thought of being addressed as Master in his own right made his heart beat faster and his stomach churn with nerves. Just before he was dismissed he was given a caution. To always behave in a respectful manner, to always be firm but fair with his sub, show her affection, but most of all to cherish her gift of submission, for once she has done that, he will possess all of her and that has to be taken great care of for eternity. If for any reason something went wrong then he would be brought in front of the council to be dealt with in whatever way they saw fit. Hopefully he would never have to face them again. The council then dismissed him, they bowed to him and he returned the bow as he stood from his chair. The usher was by his side and escorted him out of the great hall. As he walked past her to go out of the door he couldn’t resist stroking her pert arse cheek, the skin was so soft it was like silk. The usher glared at him, he smiled at her and winked walking out of the door. Unbeknown to him this action had been seen by the Masters, and his first wrong doing was being written down in his file as evidence against him should he ever come before them again!! The alarm clock rang and Damian turned it off. Today he was leaving the mansion for good to start out on his own adventures. It was as nerve racking as if he was leaving home for the first time. Damian showered and dressed, packed his final bits and pieces and waited for his escort. Sitting on the edge of the bed waiting seemed like an eternity, he kept glancing at the clock, 8.15a.m., his escort would arrive shortly. He sat twiddling his fingers, paced up and down the room, kept looking at the clock but time seemed to stand still. The mansion clock struck 8.30a.m. in the distance, a knock on his door made him jump, this was it he thought, his time had come to prove himself to the establishment. He opened the door and his allocated chauffer stood before him. Damian was disappointed, he had hoped it would have been one of the subs that he had been training with, instead it was one of the male slaves. The chauffer was carrying a blindfold; Damian was not allowed to see where he was being taken. Once he was at his new place there would be a map to show him how to get to the town and other places, but the exact whereabouts of the mansion had to be kept secret. The blindfold was placed over his eyes, the chauffer picked up the suitcase and taking Damian’s elbow led him out of his room towards the great staircase. Once at the bottom of the staircase Damian sensed that he was being led through the long corridor where the paintings lined the walls. This section of the mansion made him very nervous, he couldn’t explain why, it just did. The corridor seemed longer than the last time he walked down it, he could sense the paintings watching him, the hair on the back off his neck stood up and sent a shiver down his back. As they reached the large foyer, he could hear whisperings and shuffling of feet. He tried hard to hear what was being said but couldn’t pick anything up. As the great oak door was opened a chorus of good-bye and good luck followed him, stepping outside the cold air hit his face like a slap, he smiled to himself pleased that he had had a send off even though he couldn’t see who they were. The chauffer opened the door of the car and as Damian slid into the back seat he heard the resounding slam of the mansion door. The journey to his new place took around an hour, as they were nearing his house the chauffer asked him to remove his blindfold. They drew up outside the house and Damian got a first look at his new home. It looked just like all the rest of the houses in that street, it was a detached house with Upvc windows and front door, a neat front garden, a driveway with double garage, the walls pebble dashed, quite a pretty looking house in its own way. He guessed it was either a three or four bed roomed house, plenty of room for what he needed. As the car stopped the chauffer got out and removed Damians suitcase and took it to the front step. In the meantime Damian was getting out of the car and started to walk up the pathway, the chauffer held his hand out and gave Damian the keys to the house. The chauffer wished him luck, got back into the car, turned it around and drove off. Damian watched him disappearing into the distance. He took another look at the house, took a deep breath and put the key in the door, picking his case up he stepped inside and looked around to get his bearings. As he stepped into the hallway his feet sank into the carpet, the walls were black with candle sconces on the walls and the flames of the candles were dancing all around him. Someone had obviously been in and prepared the house for his coming. Directly in front of him was the kitchen, in the dim light he could see that everything in it was stainless steel and the floor was a very highly polished white marble. To the right of the kitchen was another door, he tried to open it but it was locked. Trying each key that he had in his hand he finally found the right one, as usual it was the last key that had been tried. Opening the door he peered down the wooden steps, unable to see anything he picked a candle off a sconce in the hallway and proceeded slowly down the stairs, making sure that the candle stayed alight. Reaching the bottom he moved slowly around, noticing the damp stone floor, the equipment all brand new, three of the walls a deep blood red colour and the ceiling black. At the opposite end to where he was standing was a floor to ceiling mirror. He would investigate the dungeon later; he wanted to see the rest of the house. Getting back to the hallway he replaced the candle and locked the dungeon door. Moving down the hallway to the opposite end he entered another room. The décor was the same in here as the hall, several sconces on the walls with church candles in, the light flickering and dancing against the darkness of the walls. There were several portraits of previous Masters of the house and they, like those of the mansion, seemed to be watching him. The furniture was comfortable and practical and Damian made a note in his head that some of it was to be changed to suit him. Samantha Ch. 04 He made his way out of the lounge and went to the staircase. It was made of wrought iron and cold to the touch, it had one spiral in it and as Damian walked up the stairs a feeling of grandeur was beginning to overtake him. The first room he came to was the Master bedroom. There was a king size brass bed in it already made up with red silk bedding, contrasting well with the dark walls and again candle sconces on the walls. Apart from a double wardrobe there was nothing else in the room. Adjoining the bedroom was a bathroom, which was practical and nondescript. The guest bedroom was similar and the other two rooms were bare. These obviously hadn’t been used before, but maybe Damian would find a use for them. Another bathroom at the end of the upstairs hallway completed his tour of the house. Samantha Ch. 05 Samantha watched Damian close the dungeon door as he stepped back into the hallway of the house. She looked around her in the semi darkness, he had switched the light off and the only light spilling across the floor and walls was the flame from the candles. The shadows were like fingers trying to reach her, there was a draught from somewhere making the flames dance giving an eerie feeling to the dungeon. Samantha shivered, the dancing shadows making her skin crawl, she hated the dark and semi darkness, her mind always played tricks on her. Her eyes told her there were things there when there never was. She took a deep sigh and tried to wriggle into some sort of comfort, her limbs were aching; the muscles were hurting with the strain of suspension. Her stomach rumbled loudly sounding louder than usual in the silence of the dungeon, her mouth was dry, so dry that her tongue felt like sandpaper, she wondered if and when Damian would remember to at least let her have a drink! Although she was aching and sore in various places from the splinters in her flesh she was very aware of the dildo pressing gently against her lips. The cheeks of her arse still hot from the cropping she had received, the wriggling motions to get comfortable made the dildo move inside her making her wet. She wanted to open her legs wide so she could be used, wanting her sex exposed, to be seen, why be left like this and not be used? Her thoughts turned to the intrusion within her, she found she could place her feet flat on the wall and rock herself forwards and backwards, with a grin to herself she realised what she was doing. As she moved her body to and fro the dildo was in effect moving in and out of her. Because of its angle it was pressing quite hard against her G-spot, the effect of this was sending her mind reeling. It was like having her clit manipulated but from the inside. Pushing herself to and fro she let her head drop and closed her eyes and imagined it was her Master taking her, the wetness dripping from her. With the vision of Master in front of her she let herself go, her body trembling with every thrust of the dildo, she could feel his hands on her breasts, kneading and pulling her nipples, her clit swollen and throbbing aching to be touched. The sounds of ecstasy from her lips, the smell of her Master ingrained in the tissues of her nose, her mind and thoughts solely on him. Little whimpering sounds were coming from her throat, she needed her clit to be pulled out, rubbed and sucked, her anus to be fingered to make the forth-coming eruption complete. Imagining all this made her forget the aching and pain in her muscles, all she wanted now was an orgasm. Her whole body was wet with perspiration, she licked her lips and tasted the saltiness of her sweat, her mind telling her it was her Master's cream. With that thought she pushed harder against the wall forgetting that inside her was a solid object. The dildo thrust hard into her, hitting her cervix so hard that pain drove its way all around her womb and she yelled in agony. She stopped herself from rocking the tears flowing down her face and splashing to the damp floor beneath her. She gasped and took several deep breaths to alleviate the pain she had just caused herself. She cursed out loud at herself, the pain was easing and she found she was rocking herself gently once again. The dildo working over her swollen G-spot deep within her, it felt as if it was burning, a bursting sensation building up, the heat between her legs more intense than ever before. Her mind took her out of the dungeon. She was in her Masters arms as he was pounding into her hot wet sex, her nipples erect and hard, her clit swollen and throbbing, screaming for attention, the rosebud of her arse twitching, the muscles contracting as if accepting an intrusion, then, from nowhere she felt the explosion, she could feel a squirting sensation coming from within, the volcano erupted so violently, bucking and writhing on the dildo and gasping for air as she flew through space. The violence of her orgasm made her pass out, her body had gone limp, the dildo still within her gleaming with her juices. She slowly came round and opened her eyes everything blurred for the first few moments, her body heavy, aching, in pain, but a warm comforting glow inside her. Samantha slowly moved herself off the dildo and had it back the way the Master had put it, sitting at the entrance of her pussy. She knew instinctively that her lips were swollen and was thankful that her Master was not due down at any moment. The air was thick with the aroma of her sex, if he entered the dungeon now she would be in serious trouble. *************************** Jonathon and Angie had finished dressing. Angie was wearing a beautiful diamond studded collar with three gold D-rings on it. Around her torso was a leather boned corset that Jonathon had laced up for her, he had made it quite tight, her ribs feeling the pressure and because of the intake of breath she had to take, the corset pushed her breasts upwards. They looked wonderful to the eye, pert and alert Jonathon used to often say. Her nipples were adorned with gold clamps with a studded ball hanging from each. Her labia lips had weighted clover clamps attached pulling the soft flesh downwards, both lips getting redder by the minute, this was Jonathon's favourite adornment. Her hold up stockings had very pretty lace tops to them and a sheen to the stocking showing her long legs off at their best. Her shoes black patent with the thinnest of stiletto heel you could ever imagine. The make up was subtle and her hair hung loose down her back, the darkness complementing her silky ivory skin. All that was missing from her ensemble was a pair of glowing cheeks! Angie stood in the middle of the room knowing she had to have an inspection before she was allowed downstairs. Jonathon walked towards her, his eyes glinting, his cock growing beneath his trousers, pity he didn't have time to take her again he thought to himself. As he approached she crossed her arms behind her back, lowered her eyes to the ground, and opened her legs so they were at least two feet apart. Jonathon walked around her slowly, sliding his hands over the leather corset, the feel of it so sensual to his fingertips, as he walked behind her, fingering the laces up her back he tugged gently at them to make sure they were not loose. Sliding his hand between her cheeks, stopping only to tease her rosebud, she instinctively leant forward ever so slightly, wanting him to insert a finger and work it in and out, her pussy getting wet at the thought running through her mind. He straightened her up again with a gentle pull on her shoulder, his hand going to her wetness, getting hold of the clamps with his other hand and pulling them backwards. She took a sharp intake of breath as the clovers bit a little more into her flesh, at the same time he inserted two fingers into her, she dipped onto them closing her eyes and enjoying his intrusion. He watched her face; little beads of sweat on her top lip told him she was hot for him. Removing his fingers he went in front of her knelt down and buried his face in her mound, licking and sucking her clit, getting dizzy with her aroma. Angie standing there enjoying her inspection, needing and wanting an orgasm, although she doubted he would let her have one. Pushing his tongue deep into her and a finger into her rosebud he could feel her response urgent and wanting. He teased her for a few more moments his cock hard in his leather trousers, enjoying the taste of her juices that had started to flow. Prising himself away from her, he stood and looked deep into her eyes, picking up the chain between her breasts, he pulled it towards him, the nipples elongating as the clamps strained to hold onto them. She gave a hiss of protest; he smiled at her, licked her full lips and kissed her gently, his hand stroking her silky hair. As he moved away from her he wallowed in her beauty and felt proud that this creature belonged to him. Her submission had been total, she never questioned anything, they had been together three years now and everyday seemed like the first all over again, he never tired of her beauty. Reaching his arm out to her he pulled her towards him, his hands caressing her breast so gently it was like a feather going over them, one arm went around her shoulders pulling her close, his mouth clamping onto hers and his tongue forcing his way into her mouth probing deeply. His hand going to her mound and deftly getting between the lips to her swollen clit, he took it in his forefinger and thumb at the base and pinched it hard. She tried to squeal but his kiss was deep and passionate and in seconds she had forgotten the pain her knees weak and her legs trembling in anticipation. His fingers slid down her slit and felt the wetness of her honey pot; he dipped his fingers in and felt her muscles grasp them encouraging them to move in and out of her. Releasing his kiss he brought his fingers to her mouth, a little gentle push against her lips and they opened, accepting them and sucking them hungrily tasting her own bitter sweetness, he moving them in and out of her mouth, imagining the heat of it on his now rampant cock. Smiling at the hunger she displayed he pushed her to her knees and bent her over, shoulders pushed to the ground. Her arse raised high he couldn't resist teasing her one more time. The fingers she had sucked he dipped back into her pussy then opening her bud with the other hand he slid both fingers into her. With a groan she instantly backed onto them wriggling and whimpering with delight. He moved his fingers in and out slowly, moving them inside her which made her back onto them harder each time. Her labia lips were glistening from the wetness seeping out of her, he knew she wanted more but time was short. As he slowly removed his fingers she was backing herself up trying to keep them in, Jonathon gently pushed her back to her original position. Angie was hot and horny; she wanted Jonathon to carry on but knew that he would leave her in this state. She felt his hands caressing her smooth cheeks, she loved the feel of his hands on her, they were smooth and soft, well-manicured hands, her mind drifting to what those hands had done to her. Then suddenly a resounding slap penetrated her mind and a sharp sting to her cheek, she jerked and took a sharp intake of breath. Each cheek had six hard smacks; rubbing her cheeks gently he looked at his handiwork and was pleased, she was now ready to be presented. Her glowing cheeks finished off her look nicely, for Jonathan it was the only way to present a sub whether she had anything on or not, the red warm cheeks was the trademark of a Dom. He moved away from her and told her she was to assume her kneeling position and wait until he was ready and then they would go downstairs to their host. Angie thanked him and watched him walk into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Jonathon closed the door behind him and leant heavily against it, his rampant cock desperate to be released from the restraints of his trousers. Unzipping himself his cock leapt out, his balls throbbing with the pressure building inside them. Taking hold of his shaft he closed his hand around it firmly, precum already sparkling on the eye. Closing his eyes he moved his hand up and down his shaft, the aroma of Angie in his nostrils, the sensation of her body on his, the tightness of her sex around his cock as his hand tightened around it. He could feel the orgasm rising within him, moving to the toilet seat he sat down and leant back against the cistern, his breathing getting ragged as he felt his spunk climbing the tube of his cock. In his minds eye he could see Angie riding him, grinding her body onto him, her breasts bouncing up and down, her head thrown back, he groaned as tightness enveloped his balls, the precum dripping on his fingers. Jonathon opened his eyes and watched the eye of his cock open, the first spurt reaching high and landing on the bathroom floor, he put his head back closing his eyes the light headedness making him feel as if his head was floating, his legs trembling, the room spinning as the waves of ecstasy washed over him, the spitting going on and on as if it would never stop. As the sensations slowly receded and his cock got a little soft he called for Angie. Angie appeared promptly, she didn't need to ask her Master what he wished of her, she knew. His fingers were wet with his cream she went on all fours and crawled to him. Taking his hand she gently licked his cum off his fingers a soft crooning noise coming from her throat. She loved the taste of his cum, a slight saltiness to it and thick, a tingling always left on her tongue when she ate his cream. His fingers clean she took his semi erect cock in her mouth, pushed her tongue into the eye to make sure she got anything that was left in there, dancing her tongue around the head cleaning him making sure she didn't miss anything, feeling him respond to her mouth as he started to get hard again. Sighing deeply he commanded her to clean the floor, she gave a groan not wanting to let his delicious tool out of her mouth. He gave her a little push and smiled, he felt very lucky that she had entered his life, he had been so happy he couldn't imagine life without her. When Angie had finished she crawled back to the bedroom and got back into her position whilst Jonathon tidied himself up. ************************ Damian had finished preparing food and drink, laid it on the glass dining table and sat in his armchair waiting for his guests to make an appearance. The food was only a simple buffet, as he really didn't expect much eating to be done, he was looking forward to playing a little. He heard the bedroom door close and could hear Angie's heels on the staircase, he stood to receive his guests. Jonathon had put a leash on Angie and as they reached the bottom of the stairs he tugged the leash downward, a signal to her to get on all fours. He let Angie crawl a little in front of him so he could admire her rosy cheeks, her clamps hanging from her pussy lips making a little chinking noise as they caught each other, the little wiggle of her bum as she crawled so gracefully in front of him. Entering the lounge he dropped her leash and she remained at the doorway. Damian greeted Jonathon and invited him to take a seat, as Jonathon took a seat opposite the doorway he looked to Angie to make sure she was in her proper position. Kneeling on all fours, her head hanging down, her hair falling down over her face keeping it obscured. Damian walked over to her and circled her taking a long look at her rosy cheeks wishing he could put his hands on them and feel the heat. In front of Jonathon there was a sturdy oak coffee table, it looked like an antique, the edges seemed in bad condition. Squinting his eyes he tried to see better, he thought he saw actual teeth marks along the edges, he made a mental note to ask Damian what the marks were, but then, perhaps it was just the way the light was in the room. He had heard things about Damian that he didn't like, but for the moment the man had done nothing wrong so Jonathon was just going to watch and wait to see how things developed. Jonathon was a little surprised that Samantha was not in the room. He was sure the Masters council said she would be there, he must check with Angie later to see if she could remember what they said. Jonathon looked over to see what Damian was doing, seeing him circling Angie, he asked Damian if he would like to inspect her. Damian replied he would be delighted to. "Girl, stand up for Master Damian", Jonathon commanded. "Yes Master", she replied, thankful to be upright, her knees were going numb kneeling in one place. "Have you been with your Master long Girl?" asked Damian drinking in her beauty "Three years Sir", she replied, wishing he wouldn't look at her with such a lecherous stare, looking at his eyes she felt uncomfortable, she wasn't quite sure what made her feel like that, all she knew was that she didn't trust him. The thought of being inspected by him made her feel sick. She hated inspections by other Masters, they poked and prodded and pulled and twisted as if she was an object, they had no thought for her, all they had in their minds was their own pervy needs. But it was a ritual that was expected when visiting someone and she put up with it for her Master's sake. He had taught her well how to behave, to keep her opinions to herself in company, to always be respectful and to do as she was told. It was hard in the beginning because she was so stubborn, but during her training she found that Jonathon rewarded her well for good behaviour. Damian moved Angie into the centre of the room, she lowered her eyes and kept them there, the sight of his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. The sickness feeling was growing, her mouth was going dry and her stomach did a flip. She had asked Jonathon many times not to put her through this, but his response was she would do this for him period. Angie thought back to some of the inspections she had gone through, her breasts had been mauled; fingers had invaded her holes, some gently some roughly, big hands, small hands, fat hands, thin hands even female hands. She was sure Jonathon enjoyed watching her being inspected; he had watched every one that she had been through with a smile on his face. Seeing him smile always made her want to wipe it off with a slap, but it was only a thought. If Jonathon ever found out she had thoughts like that she would end up with very sore buttocks! Apart from the inspections he made her go through, she was very happy and very much in love with him. Damian brought her back to reality. "Stand up properly Girl," he demanded. In silence she put her arms behind her back and spread her legs two feet apart, head straight her eyes averted to the ground. "Mmmmm very nice Sir Jonathon, you have a lovely sub, so well presented," complimented Damian, wishing that she were his. Walking in front of her he hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her head. His dark eyes trying to penetrate hers, trying to look deep into her, she made sure she showed nothing in her eyes. She felt a cold chill around her heart as if icy fingers were wrapping around it, goose bumps appeared and made her shiver. Damian grinned stroking her lips with two fingers ever so gently all the while smiling at her, but a dangerous glint in his eye that made her blood run cold. He tapped her lips softly and she parted them for him just a little, his fingers started to worm their way into her mouth, both fingers going in and probing her tongue and teeth, she having the desire to bite him, but knowing she mustn't. His fingers started to move in and out of her mouth, she clenched her jaw to try and stop him, looking into her eyes he just grinned, cupping his hand under her chin and holding both cheeks he put pressure on them for her to open her mouth around his fingers, he was hurting her face and as her mouth became the shape he wanted he started to move his fingers in and out hard, she didn't dare make a noise just in case he hurt her more, his fingers were hitting the back of her throat making her urge every time. It seemed like an age that this went on for but it was only a matter of a few moments, he withdrew his fingers and just gave her a knowing look as if to say, you will do as I want. He let go of her face and walked slowly behind her, stroking her hair noticing the silkiness of it, running his fingers through it then slowly getting some of it in his hand and wrapping it around so that her head started to pull back the more he wrapped. Stroking her bum cheeks and noticing they were cooling down he landed two hard smacks on each cheek. It was so unexpected that Angie jumped and squealed, Jonathon watched her face closely but she seemed to alright. Damian pushed her forward slightly. Samantha Ch. 05 "Spread your cheeks Girl," he demanded. She slid her hands down her back, her ivory hands grasping her hot cheeks and spreading them wide so that her rosebud was exposed. "Does Girl like to be screwed in here Sir Jonathon," he asked in a slimy tone. "Yes she does, but Sir Damian, that hole is mine and no one else's, I am afraid you are not allowed there," replied Jonathon his tone taking on a sterner sound. Damian was disappointed but told Angie to release her cheeks and brought her back into an upright position, letting go of her hair he walked back around to the front of her. Putting his hand around her neck he was unaware that Jonathon was now watching very closely to his every move. There was an uneasiness in the pit of Jonathon's stomach, remembering the Masters warning that caution was to be observed at all times with Damian until he had proved himself. Damian's other hand was stroking her breasts, pulling the chain hanging in between them making the nipples elongate as the clamps pulled on them, he pulled so hard she winced, he leant forward and gently kissed her luscious lips. She didn't respond. He gave a slight squeeze to her neck and then released her, sliding his hands down her legs he knelt in front of her. Reaching one hand up to the hanging gold balls from her breasts he flicked them hard and instead of them feeling like bee stings, the sharp studs felt more like needles. She tried to take a deep breath so that they wouldn't be so hard but Damian noticed it and flicked harder grinning up at her, his eyes taking on an evil gleam. Opening her lips between her legs he could see that her clit was out of its hood, taking it in forefinger and thumb he pinched it hard making her take a sharp gasp. Her labia lips were a little swollen from the clovers, taking hold of the chain with the weights on he pulled downwards hard, so hard that she gave an agonising squeal. Her lips felt like they were going to rip at any moment. Jonathon leapt of his seat and shouted at Damian to let go. Pushing Damian out of the way he checked Angie out. He could see that the lips were almost purple the clovers biting so hard; the swelling was happening before his eyes and he needed to get them off her quickly. Turning on Damian he said, "What Sir, do you think you are doing to my property?" keeping a calm voice, although inside his blood was boiling with rage, the colour having drained out of his face and his eyes flashing in anger. Angie's eyes were wet, she tried hard not to let the tears roll but she was hurting so much she couldn't stop them. "Fetch me a cold cloth Sir," demanded Jonathon. Damian went off into the kitchen realising that he had forgotten himself and that his lack of control was rearing its ugly head. He could have kicked himself for not keeping a check on himself. Going back into the lounge with a cold cloth, he saw that Jonathon was talking gently to Angie. Damian's face reddening he coughed a little, Jonathon looked at him with an enquiring look. "My apologies Sir Jonathon, I was inspecting Girl but let my mind wander to the problems I have at the moment with my own slut. "That as maybe Sir," replied Jonathon. "But you don't take your problems out on someone else's property, you are out of order," said Jonathon, wanting at that moment to take a punch at Damian for hurting Angie so much. Kneeling in front of Angie he took another look at her and just tutted under his breath and shook his head. Her pussy looked so sore, he would be very surprised if she would be able to participate in any games over the following days. He moved his hands between her legs about to get hold of the clamps and in a panic stricken voice Angie cried out. "No Master, please leave them on, the pain is worse when they come off," a few stray tears rolling silently down her face. "Shhhh little one, calm down, take a few deep breaths and relax," he answered quietly. Looking up at her he could see her eyes pleading with him not to touch them, but he had to remove them, the flesh was swelling over the actual clamp attached to her, he didn't want the skin splitting because of it. Angie's mind was in turmoil, she wanted the clamps off because they hurt her so much but knew that the removal of them would give her even more pain, as blood would rush back into the lips. She just wanted the pain stopped somehow. She leant slightly forward her hands resting on Jonathon's shoulders; he could feel her nails digging into him knowing that the pain was bad for her, it was the only time her nails would dig if she was in real pain. Stroking her inner thighs to calm her down, he spoke to her. "Relax baby, relax," he said so gently it was almost inaudible. "If you lie down on the couch it will be easier to remove then," he commanded, taking hold of her hands and walking backwards leading her in front of him to the couch. She was only half a dozen steps away from the couch, but she was in so much pain every step she took had to be deliberate and thought about. Angie couldn't bear the thought of the weights knocking against each other or the clamps rubbing so with her legs apart she walked slowly being led by Jonathon. It took them a few minutes to take those few steps and as they approached the couch Jonathon turned her so that he could gently let her down until she was in a half lying position. Angie opened her legs wide, Jonathon wanted to wince when he saw how bad the swelling was but he didn't want Angie to see it. He slid his hands gently up her legs deciding he would remove the clamps together instead of one by one, that way the suffering would be minimal. He took hold of each clamp and started to open them, he saw Angie tensing as the clamps slowly started to open. He waited till she relaxed again and opened a bit further; she gave a gasp, a small tear rolled from the corner of her eye. Angie looked at Damian as Jonathon opened the clamps a little more feeling a slight tugging; Damian was watching a smirk playing around his lips. She wished she could make him suffer for what he had done to her, his smirk making the hairs on the nape of her neck rise. She closed her eyes as Jonathon slowly removed them, her labia lips getting hot with the final rush of blood going into them, the purplish colour being replaced with an angry red. Snatching the cool cloth from Damian he placed it over her pussy, placed her hand on it and told her to hold it there. Closing her legs he put her in a proper lying position on the couch, removed her shoes and told her to rest. Angie now felt safe she closed her eyes and sighed, all she wanted to do was rest, Jonathon tenderly kissed her lips and stroked her forehead telling her gently that everything would be okay. She thanked him and a little smile appeared, her safety net around her again. The sadness in her voice hurt Jonathon, she hadn't sounded like that for a very long time and he was going to make sure it never happened again. Turning to Damian he started to speak. "As for you Sir, I think we need to go in another room so we may speak about this and leave Girl alone to rest awhile," Jonathon said sternly his normal gentle voice now loud and rough. Damian could see that he was angry and was not relishing a confrontation with him, but he had no choice. He knew from a short conversation they had had that Jonathon was a far more experienced Dom than he was and knew a reprimand was on its way. Damian took Jonathon to the kitchen and closed the door behind them. As Damian turned to face Jonathon, he felt a strong shove in his chest and his back slammed into the door. Jonathon's colour had drained from his face, his body was trembling, he was clenching his teeth so hard Damian could see his jawbone stiffening under the skin. Jonathon had Damian pinned to the door, his strength amazed Damian; he had felt strength like this before and had vowed never to feel it again. Damian looked into Jonathon's eyes for any signs to explain his strength, but there was nothing. Jonathon's hand was relaxing and the jaw had stopped clenching, the trembling easing. In a low deep voice, which almost sounded like a growl, Jonathon spoke. "If Sir, you ever hurt my property again, I warn you, I will not be responsible for my actions. Is that clear?" Damian nodded seeing a red sheen appear over his eyes just for a split second, but it was long enough for Damian to notice and make a mental note of it. Jonathon let go of Damian and got himself a drink of water. Damian rubbed his chest from the pressure that had been on it whilst he was pinned to the door, he was sure he was bruised. "Whilst we are alone and Girl is resting, where is you sub? What's her name, Samantha?" asked Jonathon, his voice and manner back to normal as if nothing had happened. Damian gave a long sigh, he really didn't want to bring Samantha into the conversation yet, she could wait till morning. Jonathon looked at Damian with a raised eyebrow waiting for an answer. "In the dungeon," replied Damian "Why?" Jonathon asked. "It's a long story and is best left till morning. She is quite safe down there, it is a punishment," said Damian his voice taking on a more commanding tone. "How long has she been down there?" demanded Jonathon. "About five or six hours," replied Damian getting a little annoyed at the questions. "I assume she is restrained?" asked Jonathon. "Yes," was the curt reply "Have you checked on her since you left her down there? Has she had anything to drink in that time?" questioned Jonathon. "Neither," snapped Damian. "Take me down to the dungeon," demanded Jonathon, he did not like the sound of this and wanted to be sure that Samantha was okay. Damian grimaced at this; Jonathon may be senior to him in experience but what right had he to demand to see Samantha? Damian was beginning to have suspicions about Jonathon, there was more to him than met the eye, Damian was sure of that. As much as Damian wanted to protest at Jonathon's demand he thought it best to take Jonathon down to the dungeon so he could satisfy himself that Samantha was fine. Damian took the keys from his pocket and led Jonathon to the dungeon door inserted the key, hearing the lock hit back and opened the door. Samantha Ch. 06 Samantha heard the dungeon door unlock, she was cold, tired, hungry and thirsty. All her limbs had gone numb and the silence in the dungeon was deafening, now and again the scurrying feet of the mice across the stone floor broke the silence. She heard footsteps on the wooden stairs and prayed that Damian would release her. Several hours earlier she had been bursting to empty her bladder, try as she might she could not stop herself from urinating. She watched her urine splash onto the floor watching it slowly flow towards the grid in the centre of the room; at least her bladder didn’t hurt anymore. Footsteps approached her; a hand gently cupped her chin and lifted her head. Tears were welling up in her eyes; through blurred vision she could see that this was not Damian. The man in front of her was about six foot tall with mousey coloured hair, piercing blue eyes, a gentle look to his clean-shaven face, wearing leather trousers and boots. “Samantha?” asked a gentle voice Trying to get some saliva going in her mouth to answer, she gave a grunt and a nod. “Its alright, don’t be afraid, I am Master Jonathon, I am going to release you, he said quietly seeing that she was in distress. Samantha gave a sigh and a nod. She could see Damian standing halfway down the stairs watching, the look of displeasure on his face was enough to curdle milk. Jonathon went behind her and removed the dildo machine from between her legs. The dildo itself was thick with her dried juices, the pungent aroma of her sex telling him she had pleasured herself on the contraption. When Damian saw Jonathon remove the machine, he went down the rest of the stairs and strode over to Jonathon. Putting an arm out and reaching for Jonathon, he turned him round so they were face to face. Damian was angry with Jonathon. “Leave slut where she is,” demanded Damian. “I don’t think so Sir,” replied Jonathon curtly. “What gives you the right to walk in here and release my slut without talking to me first?” asked Damian, his voice trembling with anger. He was trying hard to control his temper, he was damned if Jonathon was just going to walk in and release her. “Samantha needs to be released, it is plain to see she is in distress Sir! She cannot be left here all night!” replied Jonathon looking straight into Damian’s eyes. For a few moments their eyes locked, a battle of wills going on. Damian fighting with himself to not lash out at Jonathon, and Jonathon determined that Samantha would be released. The atmosphere in the dungeon could be cut with a knife as these two fought with their eyes. Damian turned and walked away, reaching the stairs he turned to Jonathon. “Slut stays put, it is her punishment and I decide when she comes down,” snapped Damian. “I am now requesting that you move yourself away from her and out of my dungeon Sir,” demanded Damian. Jonathon looked at Samantha, he could tell she was in distress, her head hung limp to the ground, she had been unable to speak because her mouth was so dry, her arms were completely devoid of any colour as the blood flow hadn’t been going through them, being raised above her head blood was not able to keep her arms warm. She was shivering from cold; he had to get her released one way or the other. Looking over at Damian, Jonathon sighed. “Alright, I will leave the dungeon on the proviso that you release Samantha Sir,” replied Jonathon with a slight growl to his voice that Damian did not like. “Tell me Sir Jonathon, have you ever let your sub off a punishment?” asked Damian in a facetious tone. “No I haven’t Sir, but there again if my sub has been suspended it has never been for any longer than thirty minutes whether it has been play or punishment, that is enough for anyone to endure,” replied Jonathon in a quiet voice hoping that it may calm Damian down a little. “Surely Sir you can see that your sub is in distress?” said Jonathon. Damian looked over to Samantha, shrugging his shoulders he looked back at Jonathon. “Slut seems alright to me, I can’t see any signs of distress Sir, perhaps you are too soft with your subs,” replied Damian with a supercilious smirk on his face. “Help me take her down and we can discuss this later,” said Jonathon, wishing he could punch the look off Damian’s face. “No, slut is staying put, if you wish we can discuss this now upstairs, her behaviour warrants a severe punishment, so this is where she stays,” retorted Damian, now getting very angry at Jonathon’s insistence that Samantha should be released. “I would prefer that we get Samantha down now and then discuss this later,” replied Jonathon watching for Damian’s reaction. Damian stood tapping his foot on the ground, his blood boiling more and more, Jonathon just didn’t seem to want to understand the word no! Without waiting for permission Jonathon turned and went behind Samantha and started to undo a rope that was attached to a ring on the wall. He moved the dildo machine underneath her so she could rest her feet on it until he could get her down from the chains on the ceiling. Undoing both ankles he put her feet onto the machine then going round the side of her pulled at the chains to let her down. As she was lowered she let her feet drop off the machine and crumpled to a heap on the damp stone floor. Jonathon removed the ropes and cuffs from her ankles and wrists and rubbed her arms to try and get some circulation going in them again. Samantha winced and moaned several times as Jonathon was doing this but he continued to try and get blood flow back into her arms. He tried to stand her up but her leg muscles had seized and caused her too much pain. Looking around the dungeon Jonathon was looking for something to put around her to stop her shivering, but there was nothing. “Sir, can you please go and get me a blanket to wrap around your sub, she is very cold,” said Jonathon. Damian had been watching Jonathon releasing Samantha. He couldn’t believe that he had gone ahead and let her down. Damian had his hands by his sides; he was flexing them open and closed, making a fist until his knuckles went white. Damian approached Jonathon slowly, his breathing a little ragged from temper, as he got close to him, Damian grabbed at his neck, his fingers squeezing a little. Jonathon was surprised and almost fell backwards. Damian pulled Jonathon right up to his face, the tips of their noses touching. “Who the hell do you think you are?” snarled Damian. “I invite you into my home for a few days entertainment and you have the audacity to try and take control of my slut and my dungeon,” shouted Damian, some saliva landing on Jonathon’s face as he spoke. Damian was trembling, Jonathon felt the grip round his throat getting tighter, putting his hands on to Damian’s, he started to grip the wrist tightly, Damian tried hard to keep his hold but Jonathon was too strong for him. Damian’s hand was removed from Jonathon’s neck and he was pushed with such force that Damian landed almost at the stairs, his back hitting the floor very hard. Damian was winded for a few moments, looking over at Jonathon, he could see he was bent over and seemed to be gasping for breath. Damian stood up and went up the stairs back to the hallway of the house, making his way to the lounge he was cursing under his breath at what had just taken place. He sat down heavily in his armchair and closed his eyes to try and calm himself down. He would be speaking to Jonathon a little later that was for sure. In the meantime Jonathon caught his breath, apologised to Samantha for the scene, scooped her up in his arms and took her up to his bedroom where he lay her down and covered her gently with the duvet. Sitting on the edge of the bed Jonathon stroked Samantha’s face, catching the silent tears as they patterned their way down her cheeks. Shushing her quietly he told her to rest, he was going to send Angie up to tend to her and make her comfortable and that she had nothing to be afraid of. Samantha closed her eyes and drifted into a light sleep, Jonathon stood up quietly and crept out of the room so that he didn’t disturb her. As Samantha drifted into her sleep she wanted to ask who they were but was too tired, her arms and legs were tingling and getting pins and needles from the blood flowing back into them, although she felt uncomfortable the smell of the sheets and the softness of the duvet made up for the discomfort. As her body warmed up the shivering slowly stopped, as did the pins and needles in her limbs. Jonathon made his way downstairs to ask Angie to tend to Samantha whilst he sorted this out with Damian. He was very angry with himself for having let things get this far, he knew he was in the wrong, he should never have commandeered the dungeon as he did, and Damian was quite right to be angry. He walked into the lounge to see Angie asleep on the couch and Damian in his armchair strumming his fingers on the arm. Obviously Damian was still angry, Jonathon had to make every effort to rectify this or the mission would be abruptly stopped. Walking over to Angie he gently woke her up; she looked like an angel sleeping peacefully. She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw it was Jonathon. He asked her if she was feeling any better and she replied that she was. Jonathon tapped her legs gently for her to open them; he removed the cloth and checked her labia lips. They were still on the swollen side but not as much nor as angry looking as they had been earlier. Angie was asked if she would mind going upstairs and tending to Samantha and to make her comfortable. Jonathon was going to sleep on the couch tonight so the two girls could sleep in his bed. Angie pouted at hearing this, and said there was no problem in seeing to Samantha. She could see by the look on his face she had better not protest at his absence from the bed, there was obviously something he had to do, so swinging her legs off the couch she grabbed her shoes and started for the door. As she bent over Jonathon could not resist smacking that beautiful butt of hers and landed a playful slap. She turned around with a squeal, stuck her tongue out at him and with a wicked grin she wiggled her bum at him and then disappeared out of the door. Smiling to himself he turned to Damian, sat himself down and waited until Damian felt like speaking. ************ Before Angie went upstairs she went into the kitchen and got two glasses of orange juice and grabbed a few sandwiches that were sitting on the side, put them all on a tray and went upstairs. Walking into the bedroom Angie saw Samantha peacefully sleeping, her tear stained face giving away that she had suffered. Putting the tray down on the chair, she proceeded to take her play outfit off and put a pair of shorts and t-shirt on. Tying her hair up she went over to Samantha and gently lifted the duvet up to see what injuries if any she may have. Samantha stirred feeling the duvet being lifted, opening her eyes she saw Angie standing in front of her. Angie could see there were several nasty splinters in Samantha’s torso which looked a little swollen and angry. Angie had seen that Samantha was awake. She sat on the edge of the bed. “Hi, I’m Angie, I assume your Samantha?” she said holding her hand out as she put the duvet back over Samantha. Taking Angie’s hand in response they shook gently and Samantha nodded. “Okay, we need to get those splinters out and then I think a nice warm bath is called for, don’t you?” asked Angie busying herself, getting clean towels for Samantha and a pretty chemise from the draw and taking it all into the bathroom. “Sounds fine to me,” replied Samantha wondering if Angie was Master Jonathon’s sub. “Good,” replied Angie as she brought a bowl of warm water from the bathroom and a pair of tweezers, a hand towel over her arm. Sitting down next to Samantha Angie drew the duvet down exposing Samantha’s pert breasts; they were not overly large so even when she lay down her breasts were still upright. Angie ran her hands softly over the body in front of her, checking for any sore spots that she couldn’t see. As Angie was checking her their eyes locked, both giving each other a warm soft smile, Samantha blushing a little. Removing the splinters took about half an hour, Angie told Samantha to stay put until she had cleared up and then she would come and help her into the bathroom. Samantha’s bladder was telling her it was full, so she swung her legs out of bed and winced. Angie had heard her take a sharp gasp and quickly came back into the bedroom. “Here let me help,” Angie said gently, putting an arm around Samantha, making her lean against her as she stood up. “Call of nature?” asked Angie. “Yes please,” replied Samantha. Angie helped her up off the bed and walked her to the bathroom, turned her round and gently let her down until she was sitting on the toilet. Whilst Samantha was tiddling Angie was filling the bath dropping a few drops of tee tree oil and lavender in. When the bath had finished filling Angie put an arm around Samantha again, lifted her off the toilet and helped her get into the bath. She told Samantha to lie back and soak for a little while to let the tee tree oil get into the splinter wounds. The warmth of the water and the aroma of the lavender made her a little light headed, the tee tree oil stung a little as it got into where the splinters had been. Samantha slid down into the water until it was up to her neck and closed her eyes enjoying the warmth encapsulating her body. The aroma of both oils permeating her senses, she felt less tender and relaxation of her body slowly took over. Samantha could hear that Angie was doing something in the bedroom, sounded like the bedding was being changed but wasn’t sure and she really couldn’t be bothered to open her eyes and look. Angie went back into the bathroom, reaching for a face cloth she dipped it into the water, wrung it out slightly and then gently washed Samantha’s tear stained face. She continued to wash Samantha all over, very gently so as not to hurt her where the splinters had been. Samantha cooed now and again, enjoying the feather like touch of another female against her body. The bathing finished Samantha stood up and got out of the bath, feeling very much better than she had when she first got in. Angie dried Samantha, patting her gently all over, a woman’s skin needing to be dried gently, the patting producing an all over glow on Samantha’s body. Passing the chemise to Samantha, Angie emptied the bath water and went back into the bedroom. The silky chemise was cold against Samantha’s warm skin making her nipples stand up, as she walked back into the bedroom Angie looked at her with a knowing smile and patted the bed for Samantha to join her. The tray of sandwiches and orange juice was on the bed and they both sat and devoured the food, idle chitchat between them. Now that Samantha had bathed and washed and brushed her hair, she was looking much better. The smell of lavender mixing with her body heat drifted its way to Angie’s nostrils, she caught Samantha looking at her intently. Both of them had been without the pleasure of their own gender for a long time, they found each other attractive but neither spoke their thoughts. Samantha yawned, Angie got off the bed and said she was going for a quick shower; Samantha should get into bed and try to sleep. Samantha slid into bed and curled up onto her side tucked the duvet up around her neck and closed her eyes. Angie showered and patted herself dry, wrapped the towel around her and went back into the bedroom. Samantha seemed to be asleep so Angie went to the other side of the bed very quietly let the towel slip from her body and slid under the duvet, turning on her side so she was facing Samantha’s back. Sliding closer to Samantha Angie reached out and started to stroke her back. Her skin almost as soft as a newborn baby’s, her fingers tracing down her spine, reaching the silky peaches of Samantha’s bum. Angie could feel a couple of weals on her otherwise soft cheeks that were still there from the cropping Samantha had received. Angie moved closer until her nipples were rubbing slightly on Samantha’s back, her hand slid round the front as she gently cupped Samantha’s breast. Gently massaging it in her hand her fingers softly teasing her nipple, Samantha moaned quietly, bending her legs further into herself so that her bum was resting in Angie’s lap. The caressing hand with its feather like touch roamed over Samantha’s body, finding its way round to the damp honey pot. Passing the rosebud, Angie dipped her finger a little and Samantha pushed back as if wanting an intrusion. Moaning gently Samantha rolled onto her back, Angie leant forward and took a nipple in her mouth, suckling on it like a child, her tongue flicking it gently, the rising nipple exciting Angie and make her own honey pot damp. Angie rolled over and got between Samantha’s legs; her hands sliding up until they reached her pussy, her tongue tracing a pathway on her inner thigh. Reaching the top her tongue started dipping quickly and gently in and out of Samantha’s wet hole. Spreading Samantha’s tight labia lips, Angie went down and inserted her tongue, feeling Samantha quiver beneath her as she licked inside, making her tongue go as deep as she could. Samantha moaning and whimpering, her hips responding to Angie’s hot snake like tongue loving the feel of her own gender once again against her and inside her. Removing her tongue Angie moved to Samantha’s clit, which was already peeking out, pink and hard just waiting to be pleasured. Angie clamped her mouth over the clit and sucked hard, gently biting the base to encourage it out a little more, making Samantha’s hips jerk hard into Angie’s face. Samantha’s breathing getting ragged, Angie inserted her forefinger into her hole feeling the muscles clamp around it, moving slowly in and out as her tongue danced over Samantha’s clit, the moaning getting louder and her hips moving quicker. Angie inserted a second finger, the undulating muscles grabbing hold of them, and trying to pull them further into Samantha’s dripping pussy. She moved them in and out picking up speed as the sucking and tonguing picked up speed on the clit. Samantha was responding in time to Angie’s manipulation, her breathing getting faster. Bringing her legs up around Angie, Samantha clamped them tight; Angie knew she wasn’t far off a climax. Easing up on the speed a little Samantha’s movements slowed, then Angie thrust her fingers in hard, sucking the clit hard, Samantha screamed and bucked and jerked on the bed until she was spent. It was difficult for Angie to breathe and hard to hold Samantha down, but as Samantha quieted Angie moved her face and continued to manipulate the clit until Samantha was completely sated. Both girls were panting hard, Angie slid up over Samantha’s body, kissing and licking her body, reaching her mouth, she kissed Samantha long and deep, their tongues probing each other, Samantha tasting herself, the bitter sweetness a change from the normal male saltiness They lay together in each other’s arms their breathing slowing, Samantha feeling warm and glowing. Angie moved off Samantha and lay on her back opening her legs. Her own hands going down to search out her clit and pussy, both needing release, her fingers feeling the wetness and heat. Samantha knelt up, smiling down at Angie as she took over. Leaning forward and kissing Angie’s breasts, one hand wormed its way down to the hot pot of sticky wetness. Angie moaned and rolled her hips in response holding her breasts tight offering her nipples to Samantha. Sucking firmly Samantha let her teeth ride gently over the nipples, a little squeal escaping Angie’s throat. Samantha dipped her fingers into the hot crevice the muscles rippling against her; Angie’s hips rose trying to get more inside her. Samantha Ch. 06 Reaching over to the bedside cabinet Samantha picked up the vibrator, which was standing proud ready to be used. Picking it up and grinning at Angie, she put it to her mouth pushing slightly for Angie to take it. Angie opened her mouth, her lips stretching a little as it was a bit big for her small mouth. Samantha moved the vibrator in and out, Angie closing her eyes and sucking on it as if it was a real cock. Removing the vibrator out of her mouth Samantha switched it on and took it back and forth over Angie’s nipples, making them rise and get hard very quickly. Angie moaned as the vibrator slid down her body, coming to rest on her clit, opening her lips for Samantha, she pushed her hips upwards to greet the vibrator, wriggling and writhing as Samantha applied pressure to her horny little nub. Sliding it further down Samantha dipped it into her wet pussy then put it back in Angie’s mouth, wanting to taste Angie herself she leant forward and licked the vibrator with her, kissing and licking Angie’s lips as she removed it once again. Putting her hand around the vibrator Samantha took it back to the wet honey pot, easing it in past her lips, she slid it all the way in and left it there to do its work. Samantha had seen on the bedside cabinet a pair of vibrating love eggs, smiling she picked them up, lubricated them and Angie’s rosebud, then gently and slowly pushed them in one at a time. This drove Angie wild, her breathing fast and furious, her moans getting louder, Samantha pulling and twisting Angie’s nipples, a beautiful pink flush appearing on Angie’s skin from her excitement and pleasure. Leaning forward Samantha kissed Angie deeply, probing her mouth, taking her tongue and sucking it as if it was a cock, tasting each other’s saliva, the bucking and sounds from Angie making Samantha hotter, her pussy so wet she was likely to leave a puddle on the bed. Taking the vibrator out of Angie, Samantha sat across her belly, kneeling up she licked the vibrator revelling in the taste and scent of Angie. Locking eyes with Angie she trailed the vibrator teasingly over her nipples, down over her naval stopping briefly at her clit, a slight gasp and Samantha had pushed the vibrator into herself closing her eyes and riding the vibrator as she would a cock. After a few minutes of self-pleasure Samantha tossed the vibrator aside, gently removed the love eggs, parting Angie’s lips, she slapped her clit several times, watching Angie’s pussy she could see her cum dripping slowly out of the hot volcano which was wanting to erupt. Samantha swung her body round and cocking her leg over Angie she settled her pussy over Angie’s mouth. Smelling the sweet scent of Angie she parted her still red slightly swollen lips and kissed and licked at her, the wetness dripping from the hot source of ecstasy. Samantha’s tongue working its way up the slit to the awaiting hard clit, as she closed her mouth around it sucking it in and out, two fingers slipped slowly and teasingly into Angie’s wet, hot pulsating pussy. Getting a mouthful of saliva onto her other forefinger she presented it to Angie’s rosebud. Samantha didn’t need to push it in; Angie was bouncing herself hard against Samantha’s fingers in her pussy, when she felt a finger at her rear entrance she pushed down hard. As the finger popped in Angie howled with delight. Her breathing fast and furious, screaming at Samantha to fuck her hard, Samantha on hearing this started to grind harder and faster on Angie’s mouth. Both girls were hot and rampant, Angie’s tongue going deep into Samantha, a finger in the rear pumping in and out. Samantha licking, sucking hard and fast, fingers moving in and out of each hole in unison, they were both bucking and writhing, slowing slightly to get their breath, Samantha thrust hard into Angie’s holes as Angie thrust her tongue hard and deep into Samantha, the muscles grabbing at her and almost ripping her tongue out with the force of the coming orgasm. Both girls orgasmed together, their bodies slipping and sliding on each other from the perspiration dripping from them. Light-headedness grabbing both of them, the aroma of their sex so strong, the bitter sweet taste so pungent in their mouths. As their bodies slowed and their breathing became a little more regular Samantha rolled off Angie, both were exhausted and fulfilled. As they slowly let their senses return they stroked each gently, little sighs escaping from each of them. Samantha turned the right way in the bed and cuddled into Angie, they were both spent and tired and both drifted off to sleep, their sexual aroma swirling around the room. ********** Jonathon and Damian were both sitting in the lounge looking everywhere but at each other. Damian was still strumming his fingers on the arm of the chair trying hard to keep himself calm. Jonathon cleared his throat and broke the sound of the strumming. “I believe I owe you and apology Sir. I was completely out of order earlier, I have no excuse for my behaviour except to say that when I saw Samantha looking so distressed my mind went blank and I acted without thinking. I can assure you it will not happen again Sir.” said Jonathon with a strong but quiet tone. Damian looked straight at Jonathon as he was speaking, listening intently to the words not sure whether to believe him or not. Damian was suspicious about Jonathon remembering the red flash in his eyes, the almost super human strength that he had, had he been planted by the Masters thought Damian. For a few moments there was silence as Damian digested Jonathon’s words. He could order Jonathon and his sub out of his home but if he had been planted by the Masters Damian would never know. “Thank you Sir, I accept your apology. Please also accept mine for having attacked you but you must understand, you were behaving as if Samantha was your property. She is my property and her punishment will continue tomorrow in the dungeon and I ask you not to interfere,” said Damian smugly, feeling very pleased with himself that an experienced Dom had lowered himself to apologise to a lesser Dom. “If Sir, you would like to join myself and slut in the dungeon you are very welcome, perhaps you and your sub would like some fun when slut has had her punishment?” Damian asked, hoping that Jonathon might say no, he really didn’t want to have to curtail Samantha’s punishment, but he also didn’t want another scene with Jonathon. As he got up from his chair and walked towards the door he turned to bid Jonathon good night. “Thank you Sir, we will both be present in the dungeon tomorrow. You going to bed Sir?” asked Jonathon. “Yes, it has been a long day and I am tired, we have an early start in the morning,” replied Damian. Jonathon nodded; as he stood up they both heard a loud howl from upstairs, knowing smiles passing between them. “I think the girls have met, don’t you?” said Jonathon with a grin across his face. “Hmmm, seems so,” said Damian seeming disinterested in what the girls had been doing. “Good night Sir,” said Damian walking out of the door. “Good night,” said Jonathon, watching Damian going up the stairs. Taking a deep sigh Jonathon sat down again and got his phone out. Dialling the number his hands were shaking, his heart beating a little faster than usual, a bead of perspiration appearing on his brow. He was not looking forward to putting his report into the Masters council, would they recall him back because of his actions? Would they be angry? Would they reprimand him? The ringing tone stopped the phone had been answered.