0 comments/ 41709 views/ 7 favorites A Day with Master Ch. 01 By: Strict_Gorean Waking Up My eyes opened as soon as the sun shone through the window and announced that night had turned to day, and I took a deep breath the way that I always did, savoring that last moment of rest before the world started all over again. I smiled to myself, still halfway between sleep and consciousness as I wriggled my toes and felt the soft lush skin over them, keeping my feet warm, and felt the soft silky hair surrounding my feet and slightly tangled. I smiled and chuckled lightly at this knowing that it would be a balled mess from a full night of sleep at my feet, the way that it always was. Softly, I felt you stir from slumber and I opened my eyes and propped myself up on one elbow looking down at my feet. The soft clinking of the chain that connected your collars to your slave rings told me that both of you were rousting from your slumber and I had to smile. Looking down at the two forms, I could not help but feel my heart skip a beat and catch my breath in my throat, as I adored and admired your beauty, the soft sunlight kissing your skin, radiating throughout the room. Eyes still not open, not even awake fully yet, I watched your bodies writhe, and move shimmering light still kissing you from the window as the cool breeze blew in through the open window. I smiled at the view. I saw this every morning and still I was caught unaware of the beauty and elegance that I owned. So different, yet so alike. The contrasts made you so similar, like the two of you are on in your slavery. So close, sisters could not have been closer, the bonds forged through your slavery and made even stronger by your servility to me. I watched for a moment, drinking it all in, the view like a portrait of beauty, worthy of any museum in the world. One body shorter and lithe with long radiantly reddish blond hair and lush softness to her rounded breasts and pert nipples, with deep sea green eyes. The other womanly with full fertile, lush hips and the kind of breasts I can feast on all night with large full nipples begging to be sucked and nibbled on. So different yet so beautiful in your own ways, I could not even imagine being without either of you, so integral you both are to me. You awake and brush a strand of dark brown hair from your, eyes, not moving, knowing that you are at the end of your chain and had felt the pull of the chain on your throat with the collar. I smile down at you and see that sleepy faraway look in your eye as you smile softly at me, without words, your eyes speaking to me. You take the position of a natural slaver without even needing to be commanded to, laying on your left side facing me, your right knee bent and laying in front of your left, both of your toes pointed, arching and allowing for admiration of your toned and tightly muscles calve. I knew you were a natural slave when I saw you take positions known only to a slave in her heart. Defiantly and proudly, you look at me, a small smile curling your lips, resting your head on your hand, your dark chestnut hair thrown over your shoulder. You are proud. A slave girl should be proud, knowing she is sensual and sexual and pleasing in all ways. You are woman and take pride in that; you are pleasing to me and that is all you need to know. The look of contentment in your eyes tells all. Your sister still sleeps soundly and you break eye contact to watch her. I turn my eyes to watch her too, her chest rising and falling gently, her breasts moving with every breath she takes. She is tiny in form, smaller than you, which makes it good that you are first girl. I look at you intently, studying you, watching you. A look of lust comes in your eyes and your flesh reddens in blush, and I see your breathing start to quicken as you look down on the naked feminine form, sleeping so close to you. You must b e able to feel the heat from her skin. I know this and I smile inwardly. I also know the love you feel for each other and the pleasure you bring to each other. Yes, even when I do not give you permission. I let you get away with it when it pleases me. Other times, you are punished, as the angry red welts on your bottom and your thighs can attest to. I smile at this too, for you both fear the whip and the domination that it holds. You are good slave girls. Without a word, I reach down and unlock the chain that connects you to the slave ring and pull you to me, a slight whimper in your throat. My strong arms wrap around you and throw you to your back, my cock already stiff and hard from the sport I know will come. I am master and will take what I wish. I wished you now. With one hand I push your hands above your head and you grasp one wrist with the other hand, the way you know I like you to, the look in my eyes telling you not to break position. My eyes on yours, I run fingers and hands lightly over your slave flesh, jumping already in heat from my touch. Your full thighs tighten as my hands rush past them and you start to open your legs but you know better; you have not been commanded to open them. Your thighs still held tight, my mouth goes to yours and kisses you hard, my tongue snaking between your lips and teeth into the warm wet confines of your mouth. The ferocity of the kiss takes you by surprise and your eyes pop open wide and you hear a low chuckle and see a mischievous glimmer in my eye as I rape your mouth. My tongue searches out and finds yours and dances a dance of domination in your mouth with my lips locked tightly over yours, allowing no movement or taking on your part; you may only give to me what I command from you. My fingers slip between your tightened thighs and run lightly between your already dew moistened lips. I feel you gasp and hear the whimper deep in your throat and see your nostrils flare as I touch your responding lips, sweetly, finger lightly kissed with your juices. I can feel your body responding already to the lightest touch and I know that I have trained you well. You move restlessly but I do not release your lips as I taste your sweetness, kissing you and sucking air, as if I am demanding to breathe in your life. You yield it readily for I am your Master. I release your lips and lift my body and lay beside you, lightly touching the slave flesh that is coming alive and closely watching your reactions. I have not given you permission to break position so your eyes are still closed tightly shut and I finger is still slipped between the sweetened flesh there, toying with you. The blush in your cheeks deepens as I touch your hard little nub of a clit, igniting the fire that is never truly extinguished, always there in your belly ready to be lit high and hot. Your hips lightly buck against my finger, taking in all the pleasure that only a slave can feel, and I see a look of momentary fear in your eyes, for your hips moved and I did not give permission. Your eyes ask me if you will be punished and I do not answer; I only smile down at you. I will let you sweat and wait and see. Your back arches lightly off the bed, pushing your full breasts up higher, displaying them to me in a natural slave movement; so many things you do are acts of a natural slave; you do not even know you do it. You begin to breathe raggedly and your eyes clamp shut to the flood of sensations rushing through your body, fighting the urge, the need, the drive to move. But you do not because you are slave and have not been given permission. But you have not been given permission to close your eyes either, and My fist in your mane, shaking your head, pops your eyes open, in shock, not expecting the burning sensation of your hair been pulled in control. No words are needed and you know that you will keep your eyes open now; you have been silently commanded. I move your arms to your sides; I can see your bicep muscles tighten and flex in your attempt to keep them still, to obey your master; as if with a mind of their own, your hands turn, exposing your helpless soft palms upward to me in silent plea to be used, to be raped. I smile at the subconscious act. I have trained you well; there is not doubt of that. I watch your breasts rise and fall in tight ragged breaths, deep, the slave girl trying to remain in control, to fight the urge to move, the urge to hungrily attack. But you will not; you are slave and will receive what I give you; only what I give you. My hand slips from your clit and you whimper, the embers ignited and then left to their own accord. Your eyes turn to mine pleading for use, but I do not respond to you. Your desires are of no account to me. I see your hips flex trying to stimulate your clit and the sensitive slave flesh there and I smile at your helpless attempts, running the palms of my hands softly up your hips, feather soft movement over your body. Your body responds, begging, aching, for more touch, for more. The slave girl needs more. But I continue on. Your eyes respond to me, you can feel your own fires burning hotter as you see the desire in my eyes. I am driving you on. My hands move up your sides, leaving a hot trail of slave flesh, your body jumps to mine in response. You can’t help it, you are a slave girl and must yield, must give in, must obey. You whimper now, not able to control it any longer, your softness and meekness under my domination. Your breasts lift to my hands as I find the soft flesh there, your eyes ablaze, your whimpers regular now. You push your breasts up in agonizing plea to be touched, to be kneaded, to be used, to be abused. You are my slave girl and beg for use, but at my whim and the way that I wish. The palms of my hands find your taut hard nipples and I run my palms over the nubs there and I saw as a whimper escapes from your throat and your body jumps to my light touch. Slowly I trail fingers and hands over your full breasts. I assess them openly and brazenly; the look in your eyes begs me to find you pleasing; I will or you will be beat for it, you already know. The heat of your breasts seeps into me as my hands enclose on the flesh and you sigh in pleasure as my strong hands knead the pliable flesh there, the softness moving feeling in my hands. Your back is arched and I can see a light sheen of sweat on your body. Not even used yet and you sweat, from the sheer effort it takes to remain motionless as your master requires. I smile at this and I finally take your nipples between my fingers. You let out a gasp as I roughly pull on them, showing the tender slave flesh no mercy. The tightened hard buds are stiff between my fingers, being rolled between them, the sensations shooting down to your pussy, your hips bucking helplessly at the need that is smoldering in your slave belly and your cunt. “Master,” you whisper in a quiet plea, but that is all you will allow yourself to say. I silently continue working on your breasts, your nipples rolled and pinched between my fingers. The sweet pain shooting through you, I see your body shake, the helpless slave flesh responding to your master’s touch. I pull up on your nipples and you whimper at the sensation and I sneer at you, for you are only a mere slave. Your eyes are open and staring at mine, hot with passion and glazed with need, silent pleas resound from your hazel green orbs and I simply look on you. You see no response, no kindness from me and you throw your head to the side, such a beautiful sight, your hair flying past you and I chuckle at this. The natural slave moves. “Spread your knees,” I order, curtly and you instantly respond, so perfectly conditioned you are. Your knees open and I look upon your sex; my sex; the sex that I own and I am rewarded with the scent of your need, heavy in the air. Just the scent alone is enough to make my cock twitch, already hard and waiting to rape what belongs to me. Without taking my eyes off of your sweet cunt, my hands remain on your breasts, working your nipples, pinching the hard yet tender flesh between my fingers, rolling them, and working them well, as only slave nipples can be worked. My eyes never leave your cunt. Your knees open wide, so vulnerable to your and that vulnerability drives your need even deeper, I can see your muscles contracting and the quivering of your skin. You’re an open slave girl to her master and you know it, and you relish it. I can feel it in your touch and in your body. Your moistened cunt lips are open and waiting for me, like petals of a flower with a soft shine of juices over them, ready to lubricate my cock as I slide into you; when I wish to slide into you. But I am taking my time; you know it; you fight it, wishing for fulfillment; yet you relish the control, the mastery. I lower my head and finally take a nipple into my mouth, taking the whole brown areola into my mouth, suckling on the hardened bud, tasting your soft flesh, growling low into your body. You gasp in pleasure and push your breasts into my face naturally, as if the slave flesh has a mind of its own. Your body writhes and I feel your nipple growing harder in my mouth as my teeth nibble at it, tongue lavisciously rolling around the hardened flesh, the taut bud responding to my mouth. Your whole body writhes under my touch, reddened with heat and desire for your master, but I make you wait; lingering at your breasts as I enjoy myself. The full breasts tasting good, feeling good in my mouth, I move to the other breast and take the taut pert nipple on my mouth, sucking on your whole areola, hearing you whimper in need. I know your nipples are sensitive; the sensation going right to your cunt. Slowing and with feather soft motion, my hand slides down your belly past your navel and lingers at your slave belly where the fire is lit. Your hips buck upwards in natural unbidden motion, the act of a slave girl in need. I growl and chuckle, biting on your nipple harder, nibbling at it and sucking it, using lips to pull it away from your breast, pulling your whole breast upward. You gasp at the emotion and finally my hand slides down to your cunt and you whimper feeling my touch. I am rewarded by the slickness of your juices, your cunt already well oiled and ready for me. Lightly I run my finger down between your cunt lips and I hear you whimper and moan, your hips moving and gyrating to meet me but I quickly move my finger up to your clit and I feel the engorged flesh there. “Master!” you exclaim in desperation, your eyes wide, your face flushed, all of your skin reddened with need. I smile down at you silently and lock my eyes onto yours as I leisurely massage your clit, small circles around the hardened nub. You are a slave and cannot control your reactions and I smile at this; what man would not want a writhing woman under his touch? You continue to whimper and make small guttural noises deep in your throat as your hips buck upwards as if your clit is fucking my finger. I see your stomach tightening and loosening in reaction to my fingers, your thigh muscles flexing also showing me your toned womanhood. “Master please!” you beg as I can see you are close to your release, but you hold back knowing that you will be beat to yield bore you receive permission. I continue to fondle you, fingers on your clit pinching and rubbing it hard in small circles the engorged flesh captured between my fingers. “Please, Master, I beg you. Please! Please! Please!” your cries become more wanton, more needful, more urgent as you feel yourself slipping over the edge, you hold your breath in an attempt to stop the onslaught of sensations you are feeling, your whole body rigid waiting to explode in yielding to your Master. Your eyes clamp shut and them open, wildly looking up at me, but you see no emotion, no reaction. I continue to look into your eyes, relaxed and calm, enjoying the sight. “Does the slave girl wish to yield?” I ask relaxed, my fingers working your clit, dropping to run between slick cunt lips and then back to your slippery clit fingering it hard, and then soft, slow and then fast, interchanging the rhythm as your wild eyes look into mine pleading. “Yes, Master!” you explain in wanton need. “I yield! I yield myself to you! I am yours Master! You own me! Please, I beg of you, let this slut of a lowly slave yield herself to you!” I continue to massage your clit, watching, then cracking a smile. “No!” You throw your head back and growl in frustration and I merely chuckle at this, knowing you will not yield without my permission. Your chest rise and fall and hold still in ragged repetition as you pant for breath, then hold your breath trying to maintain control, then breathing again. It only makes you lovelier, the movement of your large full breasts as I feel your slave need in your clit about to explode. Your gyrating hips meeting my strokes, you’re thrusting about in perfect animal need of the slave under her master’s touch. I see tiny tears in your eyes and I know well at what point we are at. Yet, I do not wish to let you yield. You are driven onward by my silence, driven even deeper into your lustful need, bucking your hips wildly at me, yet it is only two fingers slickened by your cunt oil working your flesh. My wrist snaps back and forth working with ferocity, knowing what touching sets you off. I know your body well. Your eyes lock onto mine again and you whimper pleading, helplessly and a little piteously, the whimpering of a slave girl. “Are you ready to yield?” I ask. I do this knowing you will yield when I say you can yield. You are not in control of your sex, you only offer it up to me in perfect complete submission. You could no more stop yourself now than if you were a wild animal in heat. You are past the point of coming back down. You are merely only holding on now for the permission to release. Begging me, you hold on with every last vestige of your sanity, knowing that it is I that dominate, it is I that allow you pleasure. You hold onto this. “Yes! Yes! I yield! I promise to yield perfectly!” you yell, breathlessly, begging as a slave girl to release herself, to release her soul, to yield it all to her master. “I beg to be permitted to yield! I beg to give myself to you!” “The yield like a slave girl,” I say softly with a smile. The words you speak setting your submission even deeper into stone, solidifying it by your own words. You yield yourself out of need and out of desire. Your eyes go wide and your whole body goes rigid as I watch in satisfaction as you release yourself, a low rumble in your throat turns into a moan and then a squeal as you cum hard, your thighs tightening on your hand held in place as it continues to rub your hardened clit. Your body convulses hard and your eyes tighten shut as the orgasm goes on and on over time, in small waves as your world is turned inside out in ecstasy. The sensation and the maddening pleasure of your orgasm taking complete control of you. You finally breathe and your eyes come open, small tears wetting your eyelids as you look at me piteously, whimpering low and still in need. I feel your thighs relax around my hand as you come down after your long orgasm. I continue to lightly run my finger up and down over your clit and you whimper even more as I continue to touch your swollen and wondrously sensitive clit now, but you know better than to break position. You only clamp your eyes shut and open them again, pleading at me silently, with small whimpers coming from your throat. My cock is rock hard and aching for attention and your well lubed and oiled cunt I know it what it wants. Silently without a sound, I open your legs wide with your knees in the air, and place my head at the opening of your cunt. Your lips are open and waiting pleading to be pierced and spread wide, but I toy with you some more. My cock runs between your pussy lips and your cunt reflexively forces your hips to buck against me, trying to capture my cock between them. Your eyes plead with me and you whimper in need; I know I have a well trained slut with me. But I instead run my cock up the length of your wet slit to your clit and lightly run it over the engorged nub there. I love doing this and I know it drives you wild. A Day with Master Ch. 01 pet came back to the bed on tiptoe and carefully slipped back under the blanket. Master had slept comfortably for the full night and she smiled seeing His face composed so serenely. she reached down and picked up the leash she had so carefully coiled, clipped one end to her collar and uncoiled just enough of the other end to place it across His open palm before setting the rest neatly onto His chest. she set out a cigarette on the corner of the table right next to the lighter all within His reach for after He woke up. she slowly and gently pulled back the covers, enough to sneak underneath. Master slept so soundly, as usual, that He did not notice the disturbance but as she began to nibble around His cock she felt His pelvis grinding up slightly against her mouth. she pulled His boxer briefs away and down enough to lick her way up it. she slipped His head into her mouth and ran her tongue in circles before sliding it all the way into her mouth. As she sucked and licked she heard Master groan a lusty "mmmm". she felt Him pull the blanket away and as she looked up at His eyes, grinning, He smiled a sleepy grin before raising His other hand holding the end of the leash and said "that's my girl." Without stopping she pointed to the corner of the table where His cigarette rested. "oh i love my pet," He said smiling. she returned her eyes to her work as she heard Him light and inhale. Sucking first one ball into her mouth and then the other before sliding back up His cock and sucking His now very hard cock as deep into her mouth as she could. With a distinct exhale His head fell back to the pillow as a puff of smoke floated up to the ceiling. He tugged hard on the leash, pulling her up His body much quicker than she could have anticipated. He pulled her all the way to His mouth for a kiss. He set the cigarette down for a moment and in the midst of another kiss she felt Him cram her right nipple into a clamp. He leaned in to nibble on her neck as He put grabbed and clamped her left nipple before pushing her up and flicking His tongue on the barely exposed tip of each nipple. He smacked them each in turn and then said, "suck my cock, slut." she slid back down between His legs and resumed sucking on His yummy cock, working down further and further as He relaxed and moaned while finishing His cigarette. As He leaned over to put it out He pulled the leash again and pushed her over beside Him. she looked over towards Him as He turned onto His side, smiling sweetly at the look in His. He playfully batted at her clamped nipples and tugged on each side of the chain while He said, "Is my pet going to be a good slut today?" "Yes, Master. pet wishes to serve her Master and take care of all of His needs today." "Mmm, good girl," He replied. "Come," He said as He stood up and she crawled behind Him to the bathroom. He flipped the switch and as the light came on He said, "mmm good girl, you remembered my instructions last night!" The enema bag was already hanging, filled, on the shower rod and she had a towel for her knees placed near the toilet. As He sat down He pulled the tube towards her and she turned around, spreading her ass open for Him. He teased her asshole for a moment before placing the tube at the entrance and shoving it in. she let her head thud on the floor and began breathing as she heard the familiar clicking sound. she felt the warm water begin to run into her body and fought off the initial cramp that threatened to overwhelm her from the start. He smacked at her ass a few times and then reached down to tug on the chain connecting her nipples. she moaned at His touch each time. As the bag emptied into her the first wave of cramping struck and her increased breathing caused Him to reach over and stroke her back. His hand snuck around to her pussy and rubbed at her click as she wiggled, moaning again. "Mmm, thank You, Master. You're so good to Your pet." "It's almost finished, my slut. I have a surprise for You today." "For me, Master? Has pet earned a surprise??" she said excitedly. she felt Him click the tube shut and pull it out. Suddenly she felt another object at her ass and He pushed it hard until it slid and popped in. Master had never used a plug during an enema before. "Thank you, Master." "I'm done in here, pet. i want you to go fix the pillows, empty the cigarette tray and make sure i have a fresh bottle of water. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master, may i begin?" "Yes." Master looped up the leash and placed it on her back. "do not let the leash fall off." she very carefully moved, trying not to jump when a cramp hit for fear that the leash would end up sliding off. she crawled to the kitchen and retrieved fresh water, carefully bringing it back to the bed. Using one hand at a time she tried to shake the pillow back into shape before laying each one back down. The leash was moving, she knew it. The ash tray required two hands so she had to move it before crawling each step, stopping to move it again and again. After dumping its contents into the trash she returned in the same fashion. Master was sitting on the edge of the bed as she tried to carefully reach up and place it on the stand. "pet, the handle of the leash has slipped down to your side. While I am pleased you did not let it all slide off I must still punish you. Over my knees, now!" placing the entire leash into His hands, she laid carefully over His lap, trying to make sure most of her enlarged abdomen fell in between His knees. Master spanked her 10 times before telling her to get back to the floor. Before she even had her balance He was pulling her back to the bathroom. He smacked her ass twice more very hard. "I am going to pull out the plug now. You are to count to 50 before you get on the toilet and release, do you understand?" "Yes, Master. pet will count to 50 before getting on the toilet and releasing. Thank You, Master." He yanked the plug out so hard she thought she was about to make a huge mess but very carefully squeezed and started counting immediately. Having the numbers to focus on for Him helped just enough to distract her. At 40 she almost cried yellow but refused to give in. she had wanted to hold the enemas longer for Master many times in the past but He had always taken it so easy on her. Perhaps He had decided to start challenging her more. This final thought got her to 50. He stepped to the door and she carefully got up and onto the toilet. "Master, may pet please release now?" "Yes, pet, you know you didn't have to ask per my instructions." "pet knows, Master, but it is the right thing to do. thank You, Master." With a huge sigh of relief she let go as He watched, grinning in the doorway. she wanted to laugh at His grin but she had to focus on breathing to control the nausea that inevitably came right about now. "pet really appreciates all that her Master does for her," she smiled at Him. He smiled back with a look of affection. A Day with Master Ch. 01 “Please, master,” you beg quietly. “Rape me. Your slave begs slave rape. Pierce me and do with me what you will, but use me for slave rape. Rape me hard and fast and let me know that I am owned. Please, master. Make me feel like a slave.” Without warning, I cuff you hard with my right hand, snapping your head from right to left, leaving a small trail of blood on your lip from the savage strike. I stop moving and take your hair in my hand. “You are owned, girl!” I growl harshly at you, your whimpering piteously begging for mercy. “I use you as I will, not as you choose!” and I throw your head back onto the bed and you fall back into the pillow, whimpering, your eyes wild with fear, your whole body shaking. While the fear is still quaking through you, my cock pierces you hard and fast, filling you up with one savage thrust. Your whole body tenses and your back arches off the bed and you cry out and clamp your eyes shut as I take what is mine. I growl low feeling your wetness and feeling the warm confines of your inner walls playfully at the sensitive head of my cock. With long hard drives, I thrust into your quaking cunt, my cock filling you up with your still quaking muscles tightening around my hardened cock as if they are trying to milk it as I look down into your eyes, holding them still while my hips snap into you, feeling you cock hit your cervix with every thrust. Your hips buck to meet my every thrust, a slave girl in need to please her master, your body writhing under mine. “Uggggh,” I hear you moan as the sensation in your cunt turns to burning as the fucking I give you sends aching blots of lightning to your clit. “You may break position,” I say lightly and with that you clutch at me, wildly. Your nails scrape your back and I can feel your hardened nipples pushing into my chest as my cock drives into your wetness, your cunt so hot and wet. Your juices splash out against my pelvis soaking both of us as I feel you clutching me, holding me close, your body off the bed. “I love you, Master. I love you Master,” I hear you repeat over and over again. “I am yours. All yours. You own.” I hear you say to me between gasps. But I know this already. You are mine and I own you. Without warning, I savagely thrust into your, moving your whole body on the bed and you gasp and your eyes widen as my pelvis hits your clits sending electrical waves through your whole body. Whimpering, you lightly bite and nipple and suckle on my left arm, the muscles taut, holding my body above you as my hips snap into you, your clit readily accepting my full cock. “Lick your cheek and suck your blood into your mouth, slave,” I order you in a low growl. You eagerly move to follow your commands, held under my control. Your tongue flails out and laps at your cheek, tasting your coppery blood and sucking it all into your mouth. Your eyes are wilder now from the taste of your own blood. It is not the blood; it is the dominance that was there. Your master cuffed you. Your master drew blood. Your master owns you and will do what he will with you. I can read it in your eyes. This makes you fuck wilder at me, bucking your hips savagely to meet my thrusts. I can feel your nails digging into my skin as you hold on tightly, whimpering and moaning as my cock takes you, deep and hard and fast, spreading your tightened walls, pushing against your muscles, well filling your cunt. “Someone is awake, Master,” you tell me. I look and see that your sister is awake. I smile. I lean back with my cock still bucking inside you and undo her chain that connects to her collar and look into her eyes which are wild with passion and need. She whimpers softly as I watch her thighs tighten and loosen in an attempt to pleasure herself. Free of the slave ring, I take her by the hair and pull her up to both of you. I see the wild look in your eyes, the changing in your breathing pattern. “Kiss your sister good morning,” I say. Without needing to hear it a second time, Ely nearly leaps on you and her lips are locked to yours kissing you passionately, as a sign of her own need. I watch and smile, my cock jumping at watching my two girls kissing. My cock aches for release, yet I continue to drive into you, long deep strokes, making it last. The feeling of my cock in your cunt drives you kiss Ely more passionately, your tongue dancing with hers, lapping, both of you whimpering and moaning. It is good to own two women. Perfect slaves, both of you. Ely slips a hand down to your left breast and kneads it and massages it playing with the nipple while her tongue dances with yours. You both know how I like for you to kiss when I am here and you both follow my commands. Mouths open and tongue lapping at each other. I like to watch your tongues dancing with each others and I can see this. It builds the need up in both of you. Holding nothing back, you are forced to reveal all of your desires. The lavisciousness and the uninhibited nature of this drives your need….and your pleasure even higher. I slam my cock into you harder and you squeal in a combination of pain and pleasure. Ely looks at you wildly and moves down to suckle on your nipple. My cock jumps as I see her take the whole areola in her mouth, suckling it like a baby would feed off of her mother. You raise your back off of the bed to meet her mouth and your arms fly around her neck to hold her close. Yes it is good to own two women, who are both pleasing and like loving each other. “touch your sister’s clit,” I order Ely and without question, her hand snakes down your taut belly and to your clit, finding your clit and I am rewarded by your hips bucking even more wildly, your cunt muscles grasping at my cock, egging me on to cumming. You scream out wildly feeling the dual sensation and I can hear Ely whimpering and moaning in need and pleasure. “Yes, Master! Take me! Take me!” you cry out clutching Ely’s head to your nipples and your hips bucking. My cock jumps wildly, my senses overcome watching Ely’s fingers working your clit and feeling your cunt muscles tightening and loosening on my cock your hips moving to meet the multiple sensations from your clit and your pussy, trying eagerly to milk my cock, egging my on to my release. “sit on Rissa’ s face,” I growl at Ely and she complies without question, her face clouded with passion and lust, shifting her body to put knees on both sides of your head and lowering her cunt down onto your face. You need no encouragement as I watch your back leap off the bed to meet your sister’s cunt, your tongue eagerly reaching out to lap at Ely’s pussy, I get a perfect view of the flat of your tongue lapping at her pussy, pushing already wet and engorged lips apart before moving upward and with a soft point finding her clit. Her eyes half close in pleasure feeling your tongue at her sensitive clit, while her hips buck against your face, pushing you down to the bed, forcing more pleasure from you. “Oh, God, Rissa,” she moans as her hips gyrate slowly meeting your tongue at her cunt. “You know how to eat me so well. Oh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh!” I can tell she is close to orgasm, she was always fast to reach that ledge and I could feel my own cock aching to release my hot seed into your pussy. There is something beautiful about watching my two slaves make love while I am taking them that pushes me closer to my own edge of pleasure and release. With a mind of their own, Ely’s hands move to your breasts and while she rides your face, your tongue lapping at her pussy and teasing her clit, tonguing it and your lips sucking on it, she plays with your nipples, tweaking them good, pinching them and pulling the hardened flesh from the soft full breasts. “That’s right, slut, pull on your sister’s nipples,” I growl low, myself overcome with lust, my cock ramming into you, driving harder and faster into your cunt, pushing your body on the bed making your tongue work even that much more on Ely’s clit. Your muffled moans trapped under her cunt, mixed with Ely’s own moans and whimpers as her tanned toned thighs move in unison. Your body shakes and I can tell that you are close to coming, your head trapped between Ely’s legs your cries near silenced, I can see your body tensing and shaking as it approaches another orgasm, this one even greater than the last, your body well heated up from your first. With dark piercing eyes, I watch as you lap at Ely’s cunt even more, wildly, feverishly pushed on by your own pleasure. Your yells of passion and losing control permeating the room as Ely moans her way toward orgasm, whimpering, biting her bottom lip, eyes pleading to me, looking for release. I can look down and see her cunt oils running down her thighs, her clit glistening your tongue working hard as my cock drives into you, I hear the sounds of our sex, my cock slapping into you with your juices splashing both of us, with the moans and screams of my two girls, one muffled by her sisters cunt, and the other wild and animalistic trying desperately to hold back from cumming. I also hear the soft lapping of your tongue against her wet cunt. I look down and see your wet pelvis from all your oils splashed onto it and the slickness of your cunt lips spread for me as I fuck into you with savage strokes. “Does Ely wanna cum?” I ask playfully, knowing she is past the point of no return. Her hips bucking wildly, her hands roughly playing with your nipples not able to control it anymore, wildly pinching and pulling on them as she rides your tongue “Yes, Master! Yes, Master! Please let me cum for you! Let me yield to you! Please! I beg you! Let me cum for my Master!” she screams wildly, trying so desperately to hold onto the last vestige on the edge, her face contorted in sweet agony as she tries to hold back the onslaught. I do not answer for a moment and continue to fuck into you, your own orgasm close, I can tell. Your hips are bucking against me and I can hear your muffled screams. I love playing with you like this. I love pushing your limits of control, past points you did not think possible. I loved pushing your pleasure, watching them grow and change at my whim. What Man would not want two beautiful women at his feet? “The cum like a slave girl,” I growl and without even a pause, Ely screams out, her whole body bucking wildly, fingers pulling hard at your nipples, her eyes clamped shut and she screams as her body trembles, tightening and loosening as the waves of pleasure wash over her. “Master! Master!” she screams over and over again. “Master! Master!” I look down and smile, seeing Ely’s cunt oils running down her thigh as she explodes all over your face. Your face is covered in it and I can see your lips locked on her cunt, trying to drink every last drop. I know you like eating your sister out as much as you like feeling my cock in you. It is good having two women at my feet. “That’s it, Rissa, drink her cunt juice. That’s a good girl. That’s a good slut, drink it all like a good girl. You fucking slut, eat your sister out, good,” I egg you on, growling low, loving what I am seeing and feeling at the same time. You squeal under the onslaught of cunt oil, lapping it up and sucking her pussy dry, your face covered with it. You scream and drink it up like a good girl; like you know I want you to; like you know I command you to. Your lips lock on her clit, not letting Ely’s orgasm end, sucking on the ultra-sensitive clit while your tongue flicks at it, teasing it and making small circles on it, her juices still running down your face. Your screams and your whimpers and squeals become more urgent. “play with your sister’s clit” I order Ely and she obeys my command while the orgasm still washes over her, her whole body flushed and shaking from it, her hips bucking as the after shocks wash over. Her fingers find your clit and two fingers frig it hard, your hips moving wildly and savagely now attacked by her fingers and my cock. Her fingers move adeptly on your clit, bringing you even more pleasure as my cock fills you up. I am instantly gratified to feel your muscles tighten on me even more from the working your cunt is taking, your hips trying to squeeze against me but my savage thrusts into you drive them apart, splaying your legs like the slut you are. “Master,” Ely whimpers softly to me. I know she needs to cum again. I can see the pleading child like look in her eyes as her fingers continue to rub your clit, squeezing it and pushing in, small circles on the heated flesh there. “Master!” I ignore her and concentrate on your cunt, fucking it hard with savage strokes. I know it will be bruised. I know it will be sore from the fucking. “Does my girl Rissa need to cum again? Does she wish to yield her slutty self to her Master again?” Your squeals and cries for mercy tell me yes, you do need to cum. Your face is still covered by Ely’s cunt as your tongue works feverishly on her clit and her cunt, sucking and licking like a good little slave girl. Ely’s thighs buck against your face, muffling your cries, but they are more urgent, more needful; they are the cries of a slave girl who needs to release, to yield and cum for her Master. It is good to have two girls at my feet. “Both of you cum!” I growl low. “Cum like the slave girls you are. Show your Master what little slaves you are, fucking each other as much as you fuck me! Cum the both of you!” The room is filled with cries of passion and pleasure and lustful need as you both release. Your whole body shakes and tenses, convulsing in pleasure as your cunt locks onto my cock, pierced and bruised, my cock forcing your lips and your walls apart, My cock driving into you still. You scream out under Ely as your hips tighten and your muscles contract in desperate need as the pleasure washes over you, the sensation too much for your body to endure at one time. Ely cries out, missed in with your screams as her body shoots up straight, her head thrown back in pleasure, her face contorted as her second orgasm drives through her, washing through every nerve, every muscle in her body, I see the muscles on her inner thighs tighten hard as rock around your head and her nipples sticking straight up like tiny pebbles as the scream emanates from her throat, a sign of her giving her all to Me, her master. Your mouth is still working on her clit, drinking down a second batch of her oil that has made her thighs slick, your face covered with it. “That’s it, cum for your Master, show me what good little sluts you are,” I growl. Then I can feel it inside me. “I’m going to cum now. I’m going to fill your cunt up, you slut. You want my cum? You want my cum filling you up?” I can’t hold back any more and with a savage growl, I drive into you one last time, moving all three of us on the bed forward toward the headboard, you cry out in a combination of pleasure in pain from the driving hard thrust into you. I explode inside you, filling you up with hot seed. Your cunt feels this and milks my cock as I continue to thrust into you, your muscles tightening on me like a hungry baby trying to drink more of my cum. I can feel my cum mixed with your juices running from your cunt and wetting both of us, the slurping wet sounds of sex as my cock moves into you more relaxed now. Small spurts of cum still dumping you, my balls emptied into your hot hungry cunt. “My two little sluts,” I growl appreciatively. I stop and keep my cock inside you, enjoying the feeling of your cunt milking me, watching as you lap at Ely’s cunt as her orgasm subsides and washes over her. Ely opens her eyes and they are dim, half open from her yieldings, her whole body still shaking from it. I pull my cock out of you with a snap and I look down to see both of our juices running together, you whimper in revolt as you are empty now, your reddened cunt lips open waiting to be filled again. Your whole trembles as my cum and your cunt oils run out of you like a river. I look and see the bruises on the insides of your thighs. I had fucked you good. “Come clean your sister’s cunt, Ely,” I order, still breathing heavy. “Yes, Master,” she answers quickly, meekly. Quickly she dismounts her body from your head, her whole body trembling, shaking still from the onslaught of sensation and pleasure, coupled together with the need to obey and the inability to cum whenever one wants to. I look down at your body and can see the same results. Your skin mottled and reddened from your yieldings, small shivers and shakes throughout your body as the nerve endings search and plead for more, needing more. I see your body writhing on the bed, your cunt well used and now empty. I smile at this, the pleasure missed with the intensity, the ferocity of the fucking coupled with the need to obey, the need to cum on command and the need to hold onto orgasm until I give permission, the need to be a slave. I smile and relish the need, the passion, and yes the vulnerabilities of my slave girls. Ely and I pass each other on the bed and I take her head in my hands for a moment and I rape her mouth, my tongue forcing its way between her teeth, pushing her head and bowing her back as I take the kiss from her, tasting her warmth and feeling her heat. She whimpers weakly, the whimper of a slave girl still in need, with her eyes half open. I release her and now she whimpers in need for another kiss, the need for more domination. I smile and slap her thigh and she squeals and moves to between your legs, settling in and enjoying the site, her eyes mesmerized, looking for a moment, just starting at the river of cum and cunt oils running from your, the reddened pussy lips open and waiting to be pierced again, the clit engorged and protruding from your hood. A new wave of passion washes over her and I can see it in her eyes. Her nostrils assaulted by the mixed scent of your cunt and my cum, coupled with what she is seeing and her own cunt waiting to be filled. I look at you and my cock jumps at what I see. Your body is still quivering and your face glistening with Ely’s cunt juice your eyes wild, shaking. What a lovely sight, your chest heaving and your full breasts rising and falling with each breath, your reddened nipples standing straight like angry little stones. Your normally fair skin flushed from pleasure, sensation and lust. It is good to have two women at my feet. I stop and place my cock near your mouth, the shaft still wet with your juices, my balls and pelvis covered with your cunt juice, mixed with my cum, half hard, half soft. The head of my cock still engorged and purple from the cunt muscles tightening around it. New desire stirs inside me, looking down at you. “Clean me off,” I order. Without a word, your mouth moves to my cock, as you obey. You know this is not the time to play, this is the time to obey my commands, absolutely and without question. Your tongue gently licks the shaft on both sides as dainty gently fingers hold my cock out so you can lick cum off the bottom of my shaft. I groan and my cock jumps feeling your soft hot tongue on me. My balls curl up as a new load of cum starts to build up within me. Finally, gently, you take my cock in my mouth, your tongue lapping and swirling around it as you take the full length into your mouth with one long stroke, your senses assaulted by the smell of our sex and the taste of my cum and your cunt juices. You whimper as you lightly suckle on my cock, gently, the way you know I like it after I have cum. Lightly I feel your cheeks suck in gently, pulling the cum off of my shaft without causing me pain, and without working the extra-sensitive head of my cock. I look down and see that finally, Ely licks at your cunt. Slowly and gently with the flat of her tongue, she laps your cunt from your asshole up to your clit. Her eyes are glistening and I can see her hips rock and her ass furrow into the bed. The slut loves the taste of your cunt and my cum together; I know this. This is not the first time she has tasted it. A Day with Master Ch. 01 Feeling the soft sensation of her tongue against your sensitive cunt, your eyes snap open and you fight back to suck on me harder. Your eyes look up in fear as I look down at you, hard, you know what I want. You know what is required. You control yourself and fight the desire to devour my cock, and you lightly suckle on it, feeling its hardness grow inside your mouth as your tongue laps at my cock, lightly sucking all of the juices off of it. “You like that don’t you?” I ask gently. Your eyes tell me yes and you whimper lightly, the feeling reverberating on my cock, making it jump again, your eyes glazed over. “You must be a slut,” I say with a smile. “Only a slut would want to taste her Master’s cum with her cunt juices, isn’t that right slut?” You nod your head yes, feebly as you continue to suckle on me. The desire is building again inside me. I look down and see Ely’s head bobbing as her tongue working on your cunt, licking and lapping at my cum and your juices, as you get even wetter from the new sensation of her tongue on you. “Are you my slut?” I ask. You nod your head yes as your mouth latches onto my cock. “That’s right, you’re my slut. To use as I please.” You nod again. You love it when I talk to you like this. It reinforces your slavery. You moan lightly and the moan and whimper moves to my cock in your mouth and I groan lightly feeling it. Ely is licking your cunt in earnest now, moaning down between your legs as she works harder to taste every last drop. She loves eating you out, the bi-sexual slut. Her whole body is moving, her ass writhing in the air as she bobs her head up and down working her tongue over your clit and between your cunt lips. I grin at this thought. It is good to own two women and have then at your feet to use as you will. I use you both as I will, as much as I want. Driven on by Ely’s tongue going down on you, you suck me even harder, going crazy on my cock, moans and whimpers drowned out by my cock mouth fucking you. Your whole body writhes from the sexual pleasure between your legs and the need to please me. Your body writhes so you can suck on me better, completely cleaning me off, your tongue working and swirling over and over around me as you feel the head of cock against the back of your throat. You gasp and choke a little, but I do not let up, forcing more of my cock into your mouth. Ely’ raises her head and begins to rub your clit with her fingers. I look down and see her face covered with my cum and your pussy juices, her eyes glazed over half open in her own need which has grown into a fire again. Her body writhes between your legs, with a flush all over her body; I can see her pert nipples hard as pebbles and her ass moves in the air trying desperately to find something to fuck, but finding nothing there. She whimpers in her need but knows to follow commands. “Did I tell you to use your fingers, you slut?” I growl down to Ely. I had commanded to clean your cunt out, not touch you with her fingers. Her eyes snap open and, startled, her head snaps to mine, instantly fearful of punishment. “No, Master,” she answers quickly. “Then get your mouth back on her cunt,” I order her and she complies without question, her head dropping low and licking and sucking you good to make up for her misbehavior. I can see the effect this has on you, your eyes snapping open and a squeal reverberating around my cock as you desperately suck on me, your whole body tensing at the sensation. I can tell she is sucking on your clit and working her tongue over it while she sucks it into her hot mouth. You always respond like that when your clit is sucked on. I reach down and with a fist in your dark mane, I pull your mouth onto my cock, hard, as I mouth fuck, slamming my hips forward, forcing more of my cock into your hot mouth, no matter your desires or how much you think you can take or give. I am your master and I will take what I wish. You squeal and try to scream at the onslaught but I show no mercy, frustration showing in me as my cock throbs and aches inside your mouth. I hear the slurping sounds from your mouth as you eagerly give me what I desire, eagerly complying with your Master. You are a slave and have no other choice. “Do my balls not exist, you bitch?” I ask angrily. Frightened you shake your head no and quickly slide my cock out of your mouth and attack my balls, licking and lapping at the combination of cum and cunt juice at my balls and in the pubic hair there. Such an eager slut you are, sucking and licking at my balls. “Now stroke my cock,” I order. “If I get soft, you’ll get lashed with the whip, you bitch.” Without needing to be told again, your dainty small hands wrap around my cock and stroke me off, while your mouth hungrily sucks at my balls, gently, for you know how I like it. Just enough pressure to make my cock jump in your hands. I can tell you enjoy this from your body writhing and your moans and whimpers which reverberate through my cock causing even greater pleasure to wash over my whole body. “That’s a girl, suck you Master’s balls,” I egg you on, with a smile on my face and you don’t need to be told again as you hungrily lap at them, drinking my cum with your juices, driven on even more by the mouth and tongue working your clit and your cunt. “Hands behind your back, right wrist clasped in your left hand,” I snarl down to Ely. She would pay for her disobedience though I did not know how. “Aaaaaaaaaah,” I breathe out as I fell your small, female tongue placing gentle pressure just behind my balls in front of my asshole. You know I love that. Your hand eagerly stroking my hardened cock, the head of it purple already, the aching so deep to cum again drowning out everything else within me. You move your head away from my cock, and look at my wildly, your hand still stroking me in earnest careful not to exert too much pressure on the sensitive member, but enough to bring pleasure in the way you know I like it. “Master!” you beg. “Master! I yield! I yield! Please let your abject, worthless slave beast cum Please let her cum for you!” Without warning, you feel the back of my hand across your face in a vicious cuffing, your head snapping to the side. Your whole body tenses. “Your eyes snap to mine in fear, your eyes watering with tears. Your body trembles, half from the sexual pleasure that does not stop, and half out of fear from the cuffing I gave you. You know better than to speak at this moment, but your hand still strokes my cock, no more pressure than before for you know you will be punished even more than before. You are a good, well trained slave girl. “You try to manipulate me, slut?” I ask in a growl, feeling my cock jump even more as I say the words. “You gaining pleasure or cumming does nothing for me. How do you do it for me? Your purpose is to give me pleasure.” “Yes, Master! Yes, Master!” You nearly scream, trying with all your being to placate to, to receive the mercy you so desperately need within. You know you have displeased your Master, and that has stung you deeper than the cuffing to your face. “Please show mercy! Show Rissa mercy!” “Beg properly,” I order. I catch a glance out of the corner of my eye and see Ely watching closely as she licks and laps at you, working your clit well, and sucking on it with her tongue teasing it in her mouth. She enjoys watching this, and I know she enjoys receiving it as well. “Yes, Master,” you respond between whimpers and squeals of pleasure. Your whole body shaking, nearing orgasm, nearing the point of control. You grunt and moan trying to maintain control, to not leap over the edge until you receive permission. “Please, your slave girl begs you! She begs you permission to cum! She begs her own fulfillment a slave,” you pant. You growl and grunt, eyes rolling back, almost not able to control it or speak anymore. Ely is still working your cunt and your clit even more now and I think she will be punished. “Master, I wish to yield myself to you. I humbly hope you will find pleasure within you to receive all that I have!” I breathe and you pant, speaking through gritted teeth, the only thing keeping you on this side of the edge without falling. “I beg you to let your slave beast cum! I beg you! Master, I beg of you!” “Then do so,” I order you, but surreptitiously remove your hand from my cock, knowing that you will ball your fists and watch as you cum. I am right in this respect. As your whole body tenses and convulses, screams, moans, squeals and whimpers emanate from deep within your belly, your whole body shakes in orgasm as the yielding washes over you, every nerve, every muscle, everything effected by the orgasm. I watch in awe, a gleam in my eye as you continue to convulse through your orgasm, hands balled up into tiny fists, toes curled toward the bed, eyes closed tight, mouth half open. I only hope the neighbors don’t call the cops. “Did I tell you to stop?” I ask Ely, impatiently when I see her head away from your cunt, watching in awe as the orgasm continues to wash over you. She whimpers and wordlessly moves her head back to your cunt, licking and suck on your sensitive slave flesh. “Move your whole body,” I order her. “Your whole slave body must be used in your pleasures.” Without a word, she complies, her ass high in the air, writhing and humping at nothing, her back arched and her whole body moving as she laps at you, licking up all your slave oils as you orgasm. You moan and squeal even louder now, her tongue back at your ultra sensitive flesh. Your eyes snap open to me, pleading for respite but you receive none. Your head rolls to the side and rolls back, looking at me. “Oh my God!” You nearly scream, writhing, your whole body tensing as tongues are lapping all over you and not just your cunt. “Oh my God, Master! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God!” “Do not pull away!” I order you, and you still your body, not allowed to move away from the tongue, forced to endure the onslaught of sensations all over your body as Ely sucks on your clit after lapping all of your cunt juices up. “Stop!” Ely stops and looks at me, fearfully, hearing the tone of my voice. Your whole body trembles and shakes but you go silent, looking at me, wondering why I had ordered you both to stop. A tiny whimper leaves your throat and your body shivers vigorously as an aftershock of your orgasm washes through you. Without a word, I grab Ely by the hair and move her on the bad, throwing her on her back. She whimpers and squeals feeling my hand in her hair but does not speak; she has not been given permission to speak yet. You watch, wondering what I am going to do, a little fear in your eyes for you know the look on my face; I have been displeased. Your eyes ask if it was you who has displeased me, but I do not respond. I let you wonder; a little fear is good for a slave girl. “Position!” I order you and you scramble off of your back and kneel automatically as quickly as you can, reflexively, without question. You kneel back on your heels and spread you things wide, showing me your glistening wet treasures, your still slick and engorged clit sticking out of your hood, your moist cunt lips, still spread and waiting, slightly reddened from Ely’s mouth, and slick, shiny thighs covered with your slave oils. Your back is arched which naturally pushes your full breasts forward for appraisement, your hardened nipples straight forward like little pebbles aching to be touched. Your chin is head high with pride, for a slave girl should be proud of her position, cherished and prized by her master, yet your eyes are lowered in deference, respect for your Master. Without thinking you place your palms up on your things, the backs of your hands lightly resting on your thighs, a sign of supplication, readiness to accept whatever your master wishes to give you.. I raise an eyebrow and you look at me for only a fleeting second and then turn them over, facing your palms downward. I can see your face and neck redden in embarrassment for this, knowing that you will not receive anything for the time being, but your body still hungry for more. I see a tremble of need run through your body as you realize this. I turn my attention back to your sister who lays trembling yet motionless on the bed, her eyes wide with fear, her knees in the air and spread exposing her vulnerably to me, waiting for my action. Her bottom lip trembles beautifully a sure sign of her fear. I can see her juices still running out of her cunt, her lips parted like petals, waiting, open for my use. Her thighs are covered with her juices and without even knowing it she whimpers lightly, letting me know she is highly excited, aroused by the combination of excitement, fear, vulnerability and desire. These things put together truly heighten her arousal, her need and her sensations. Silently, watching her, I touch her lightly with only the tip of my finger, on her belly, below her navel, where the salve fires burn. She moans hungrily and closes her eyes for a second, squirming on the bed not able to control herself. You watch wonderingly at the way that she moves. I run the finger downward toward her cunt and she whimpers needfully, raising her hips in desperation for my touch. Lightly, I run the finger to her hips, first the right, and then the left, watching as her hips buck upwards. She whimpers like a little child in need, her eyes pleading with me, but I look at her hard; she has displeased me. Wordless, I find the five-bladed soft slave whip which hangs at the foot board of the bed, a sign of my domination over you, and with a flash of show, run it lightly over her belly and then over her pelvis, lightly teasing the soft hot supple flesh there. Ely whimpers and raises her hips, wonderingly, fearfully, for it is a whip and she has felt the kiss of it, knowing full well the pain it brings, but my touches and my teasings has brought sensation to every nerve in her body and being the salve girl that she is she cannot control herself; she is a slave girl opened up to her Master. “You have displeased me,” I inform Ely, in a soft calm, and she whimpers, knowing what it coming, her eyes pleading with mine. “Your used your fingers on your sister’s cunt without permission, you did not use your full body while bringing her pleasure, and finally you stopped working her cunt without permission; you broke position without permission.” I bring the whip and hold it over my shoulder and hold it there, letting the anticipation build. You on your knees, whimper frightened for your sister, you wince seeing what it coming. Without warning, I bring the whip down, the five blades fanning out against her pelvis, and quickly pulling it down across her cunt and her inner thighs. It was a light lash, but the anticipation and fear makes her cry out. Her breath is held and her whole body tenses at the light touch, her head rolling back. It was only a light lash. “One, Master!” she screams out, reflexively, counting out the lashing out of repetition and habit, a form of Pavlovian reflex. Her body writhes, her chest rising and falling, her breasts heaving from her heavy breathing, a light film of sweat covering her body. “Is the slave girl sorry?” I ask lightly. “Yes, Master!” Ely yells. “Ely is sorry! Ely begs mercy! Ely begs forgiveness! Ely begs forgiveness! She is sorry! TWO, MASTER!” she cries out feeling the whip across her pelvis, leaving an angry red trail in its wake, her whole body trembling, tears forming in her eyes. She knows the feel of the whip well, having felt it numerous times before, and her whole body is lit up, sensations coursing through her entire being from my teasing touches. She is a slave girl and cannot help the responses she gives or the pleasure and the pain she feels. As pleasure is heightened in the slave girl, so is pain heightened in the imbonded female. I wait a moment, letting the anticipation build once again. Ely whimpers lightly, sobbing, feeling the whip. Without warning I bring the whip down on her, crossing her cunt this time, assuring I make contact with her hot cunt, burning now from the lashing, the angry red nub hardened and engorged enduring the whipping. She cries out “THREE MASTER! OHHHHHHH MASTER! ELY IS SORRY! ELY BEGS FORGIVENESS! ELY BEGS MERCY FROM HER MASTER! FOOOOOOOOUR, MASTER! PLEASE SHOW ELY MERCY! PLEASE! MERCY, MASTER! FIVE!” I look down and see my handy work, the slave girl’s flesh red and welted from the whip, the five blades having fanned out and distributed the whipping all over her pelvis and sex. Her lips were engorged and wet and red from the whipping, her angry red clit exposed from its hood. Her thighs were red and raised. It had been a good whipping. Her body writhed, waiting for the next whipping, waiting for the next lashing, wondering when it come, where will it come, wondering and waiting, fearful and exciting. Tears ran down her cheek and she sobbed, moaned and whimpered on the bed. Without even knowing she had done so, she hand turned her palms upward toward the ceiling in an act of supplication, accepting whatever Master gives her. It was the act of a slave; the act of a natural slave. Her eyes were wild and fearful, wet, looking at me, pleading, waiting, fearful. You tremble on the bed, set in stone, in nadu, afraid to move. Your own eyes are wet, fearful for your sister, biting your lip, wondering if you will be next; two imbonded sisters of the chain. “Thank me for your whipping,” I order Ely, quietly. “Thank you Master! Thank you for your discipline! Ely knows she needs it. She only desires to please you Master. Please show mercy on Master! Let her try to please you-“ her words are cut short by the whip which is thrust in her face. “Kiss and lick the whip,” I order her and she bends her head forward licking and sucking the whip, lingeringly, making love with her mouth to the symbol of my domination over her. You watch wonderingly, squirming a little at watching the sensual nature of your sister. I grin at the both of you knowing the day will be full of pleasure. A Day with Master Ch. 02 After pet finished she washed up and crawled out to Master with her leash held in her teeth. she placed it by His side, turned to face away, spread her knees and leaned forward until her breasts lay on the floor. He moaned an appreciative "mmm" as her ass spread slightly for His view. she remained like this while He continued to smoke and answered an email to His slave. After hitting what seemed like a definitive "enter" key and clicking on what she imagined to be "send" she felt His stare move back to her as He ran His hand across her ass, pausing to teasingly flick across her asshole. her hands clenched the pad below her. "I want my pet to go start a nice hot shower for U/us and be waiting inside when I come in." He leaned forward, brushed a hand very intentionally across her nipple and He unclipped the leash. "Sit up, my pet." she did so and felt His body sit up behind her, His hand sliding up her back until it reached the back of her collar and He carefully undid the clasp before gently removing it. she hated the feeling of His collar sliding off of her neck and a small sigh escaped. His hand threaded into her hair and he carefully but quickly swung her around and pulled her mouth to His for a deep kiss. "Go now," He said. "Yes, Master," she said with an excited smile in her voice. she crawled away towards the bathroom, exaggerating the sway of her hips until she heard Him moan again. Only a minute or two later as she stood under the hot water washing out the shampoo He peaked around the curtain with a grin and she smiled back. He stepped in and she moved out of the way so that He could stand under the hot water He so loved. she stood quietly while He enjoyed a minute of the warmth on His body. He picked up the shampoo bottle and she held out her hand, letting Him drip a small amount onto her palm before tipping His head back as her fingers began massaging her scalp. she loved the sensation of His hair on her fingertips which felt so incredibly soft with the shampoo foaming. she loved watching His face as it relaxed underneath her touch, forgetting everything else for that minute and surrendering to His own sensations. Always reluctantly, she finished washing His hair and picked up the bar of soap while He rinsed His hair. He turned around to face the water while she soaped up her hands and began to wash and massage His back, listening to His cues and following her hands as they cleaned and worked, seeking out the spots that most needed to be touched. As He sometimes did He leaned His hands against the wall for support when she found a spot that needed a bit more attention. she worked her way down His back and legs until He turned to face her. she eyed His cock with a sly look in her eye. she always wanted to devour Him right here; to conjure a stool for Him to sit on under the hot water while she ministered to His gorgeous cock. He knew the gleam in her eye and laughed at her. she soaped His legs and then stood up, washing His chest and arms before soaping up her hands one last time and handing the bar of soap to Him. her eyes and hands drifted south, back to His cock and she gently brought Him into her hands, sweeping under His balls before sliding up His cock over and over again. It was so hard to not drop and suck. Much like His fondness for soapy boobs she adored soapy cock and often He would have to let her know she didn't need to "clean" anymore by turning back to the water. While He rinsed she added soap to a poof and He washed her in turn. They switched places again and while she rinsed off he played further with her soapy boobs before she turned and He ran a finger up and down the crack of her ass. He persisted and she leaned forward holding the wall while He began to rub His cock up and down her slit before teasing her pussy. she whimpered to the wall as He stood up fully, placed His cock vertically along her slit and rubbed a bit more. "oh, Master, Your pet wants You so much." "In time, pet, be patient, my girl," He said as she ground back against Him, so eager for more. He reached around to her front and grabbing her breasts pulled her to standing. she moved to the far end, letting Him return to His place under the water before dropping to her knees and looking up at Him, the question written clearly in her eyes. He very subtley arched His pelvis towards her and at this signal she opened wide and plunged onto His cock, the water running down her face and around her full mouth. Master stood under the hot water, hands reaching down to hold either side of His pet's head as He gently thrust into her mouth while she wiggled her tongue and sucked. He stopped and pulled out, her eyes looking up at Him imploringly but knowing it was time to stand and exit. After drying off and putting on her pet-dana to keep her hair off, she fetched her collar and came back, kneeling at Master's feet. she kissed each one several times before sitting up and handing Him the collar. He smiled and she turned around. After putting the collar back on, Master sent her to make a light breakfast while He prepared a few things. By the time she'd finished and brought Him the food He was back sitting at His computer and while they ate He showed her several things He believe she would find amusing. Master finished and she brought the dishes to the kitchen, rinsed them off and set them in the dishwasher. "Does my Master need anything?" "Just my pet," He replied. pet returned to His side, where He again clipped on the leash and led her towards the bedroom. He stopped at the closed door. "I have a surprise for my girl," He said with a grin. her eyes lit up with a smile, "Master does?" "I've been hiding it since you arrived," He said as he retrieved the blindfold from the doorknob and placed it over her eyes, fastening it behind. "On your feet, pet." she stood and heard the door open before He led her inside. The excitement coursed through her body. He pulled her around and spun her such that she truly lost her sense of direction before she sensed that she was facing a wall. "Hold your hands up and out to your sides," He instructed and she did so without hesitation. she felt Him place a cuff around one wrist, fastening the buckle and then moving to her other side to take care of the other wrist. "Spread your legs apart." she did so. He placed cuffs on both ankles as well and she heard the familiar jingle of metal. A clink and sudden weight shift on the collar which He then pulled slightly forward. she could hear the chain jingle that He attached it to. He did the same to both ankles, pulling her forward. "Open your palms and do not shut or move them until I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, Master, pet understands." He repeated the same process with her hands and let her stand a moment before saying, "alright, you may try to touch what is within reach. If you figure out what it is..." "Master made a cross!!" she exclaimed before He had finished. she was so lost in the thrilled excitement that she forgot to contain herself. "It's a cross!" He laughed, "yes, pet, it's a cross and I was going to say that if you figured it out I wouldn't take 5 off, but since you spoke before I finished I guess the offer is off the table." she heard a "hah!" escape when she let her head gently thunk into the wall. "yes, Master, pet is sorry to have cut You off while You were still speaking. It was a foolish error and i apologize for my rudeness, Master." He stroked the back of her head, "you'll be making up for it, pet, don't you worry."