0 comments/ 26540 views/ 0 favorites A Life in the Time: Dreams 1 By: WayneRush Dreams are wonderful things, nightmares are altogether quite a different matter. Dreams make a person happy and content, enabling them get a wonderful, refreshing sleep, where nightmares are the reason a person cannot sleep in the dark, are restless in strange beds and with strange sleeping partners. Dreams range from the perfect mate, perfect job, having money or power, the perfect family, visiting a strange world or having visitors from a strange world, kidnapping a person for devious pleasures or being kidnapped for such purposes. Someone's dreams can be another's nightmare. Wayne Rush was an average child of nine, he had dreams, and nightmares. It was the week before his tenth birthday that he had a series of dreams that revealed his life as an adult. The first began with several faulty starts, it seemed a nightmare so frightening that he awoke. The first began relaxingly enough, Wayne found himself floating through the air, swinging through the clouds with the birds. He didn't realize that he was moving away from the crowds of people that were Dallas, Texas below. When he finally looked down the view was alien. It was then that he began to fall. He felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he free fell through the air from a considerable altitude. The clouds were like fog as he fell right through them. Then he saw the ground rising quickly, the small squares, triangles and other shapes became larger and larger. Wayne jerked up in his bed gasping and disoriented. He remembered the tale that a person would die if they dreamt they were falling and didn't wake before they hit the ground. His body was covered with sweat and he was trembling, sitting in his bed in the dark. He took a deep breath as he fell back onto his pillow realizing that he was safe at home. He stared at the ceiling as he calmed down, five minutes later he was asleep once again. It was weird, he began dreaming again, picking up right where it left off when he woke. He fell in his mind as his head rolled back and forth on his pillow as his arms flailed for something to grab hold of in the dark. The surface was coming up fast, the small formations were now huge plots of land. Then the plots disappeared and just one dominated the landscape below. He could see twisting and turning lines that led to a white spot, a spot that he seemed to be falling toward. Suddenly he could see that the lines were in actuality roads and the white spot was a town. Suddenly his descent began to slow, Wayne stopped grasping and looked below him, the sight became awesome instead of frightening. As he came closer to the ground, he saw that the town looked more like a medieval village, walls surrounded a palace and courtyard, which was surrounded by a peon village that was also surrounded by high walls. Then he saw people moving about. He slowed more, but the ground was still coming fast. Now he could make out lines in the road that curved around the stones that formed it. The people now clearly adults that seemed to be merging toward a set of massive gates. His attention was brought back to the road, he was less than forty feet from it now and still falling fast. Just as he was about to wake himself, his descent dramatically slowed. It was as if something, or someone, was holding him under the arms. His fee swung down so he was vertical, he looked down as the road drew closer and closer to his feet. They suddenly touched, the force of his landing caused his knees to bend. Wayne was standing, crouched, but standing just the same. He was unhurt, but shaken. He looked at the huge walls before him, it indeed looked like a medieval village. The heavy wooden gates were open and people entered them, none seemed to notice his presence. Wayne looked to the road as he took a step, he gasped as he noticed that he no longer had the body of a nine-year-old boy, but that of a mature man. He stepped toward the gates and merged with the people, he was cautious. The scenes were much like he had seen in movies of the period. The air was filled with smoke and the scent of mouth-watering food, and of flowers, jasmine and honeysuckle, as Wayne moved through the narrow streets. He went unnoticed, moving deeper and deeper inside the village until he came to the walls around the palace. He followed it, almost a complete circle, until he came to another set of gates. These were partially closed, none of the people ventured near them. Inside he heard nothing unusual, he peeked inside. In the center of a great square was a chain of naked women walking in a twisting, turning circle. Wayne gasped when he saw that they all carried whips and were beating the woman in front of them as they walked. He expected to hear screams and cries from the women, instead he heard soft, muffled moans. He stepped inside and hid against the entrance wall of the gate. He looked around to find the interior walls decorated with hieroglyphs depicting villagelife, carved pictures of bound, nude females under the assault of the whip by a sparsely clad female, or male with a huge erection. "Come!" Wayne heard a voice call out. His attention was directed to two women on an alter, atop a high and wide pyramid, to the back of, and overlooking the square. They stood to either side of a huge chair, a throne. One, the blonde that spoke, wore a shiny black leather outfit with boots and gloves. The gloves reached up past her elbows and her spiked boots reached well above her knees. The corset she wore was trimmed in gold and held her breasts tightly forming a deep cleavage as they overflowed the cups. The bottom was cut away to reveal a tiny triangle that covered her pussy. The other was a redhead was dressed similarly, but her corset was trimmed in silver and studs traced the lines of her breasts and crotch area, even her leather panties were studded. She also wielded a whip in her hand, it looked menacing and made Wayne feel very apprehensive. Wayne's attention was suddenly drawn to yet another leather-clad woman. She stepped from the base of the pyramid and stepped toward him. Her outfit consisted of less coverage than the other two, but the same in general. She was also blonde, wearing boots that reached to mid thigh with spiked heels. Her modest breasts were bare and jiggled with her steps, her crotch area was also exposed, and shaven. Wayne found the woman intimidating, her golden locks pulled back into a ponytail, her strut sure. He began to tremble as she neared. When she was within ten feet of him, again he awoke. He didn't bolt up though, his eyes opened and stared at the ceiling, his young cock throbbing wildly. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. His mind was filled with the woman's image, it was within a matter of minutes that had convinced him self that she was no threat. He slipped back to sleep, the dream began just where it had left off. "Master, welcome back," he heard from below. He looked down to see the woman kneeling with her head crouched between his feet as she began to kiss them. "I'm glad you returned so quickly, Sir.Master, would you care to meet the Mistress, your head servant?" "Who?" "Sir, the blonde servant to the side of your throne, she is in charge of your servants while you are away." "Who is the other one?" "That is the Disciplinant of your servants, Master. The one who administers punishment toyour servants. Please, Master, allow me to introduce you to the Mistress." "Who are you?" "Master, I'm your servant as well. The Mistress instructed me to be your guide, your hostess. Can I introduce you now, Sir?" "Okay." The blonde servant rose to her feet keeping her head bowed. She turned and gestured toward the steps of the alter, Wayne started to walk, he noticed that the servant remained about three paces behind him. Slowly he stepped up, at the top, the servant motioned for him to take his place on his throne. At this point, Wayne wasn't sure that he was doing the right thing, he could have been right in the middle of a tribe of black widow Amazons. "Welcome, Master," the large breasted blonde beside the huge chair spoke up. "Sir, you must have a lot of questions, with your permission, I will instruct this servant to be your personal guide through your kingdom. By your leave?" In his state of shock, Wayne simply nodded. The blonde turned and left with the redhead following behind. He watched the sexy sway of their bare buttocks as they walked away, firm with barely a jiggle. "Master..." the guide began. "Where is this place?" "Master, we are within your head, in your mind. This is merely a dream, Sir." "Why am I called master?" "Sir, it might be better if you view your Predecessor. The Sire is about to conclude his reign here, you shall inherit the kingdom, and all within." "Yes.... Yes, maybe he will give me the answers." "Come then, Master, if it pleases you." Wayne rose to his feet, his eyes moving through the snaking, moaning line stepping to the count of the clapping whips. "This way, Master," his trance was broken as the guide who showed the way with a sweeping arm. Wayne turned and stepped toward the back of the alter and went to a huge wooden door. Just as he was several steps away, the guide raced ahead of him to open the door, he missed not one step. He proceeded along a narrow corridor lit by only a chain of small, flickering torches, missing almost every other link. As he proceeded, he began to hear the faint sounds of muffled laughter, the deeper he went, the louder the sound became. It quickly became obvious that they originated from more than just one man. Wayne felt a tingling chill rush up his spine, he felt like he was about to spy on one of his female cousins in a compromising position. Finally he reached the origin of the frolicking, a chair was provided. Wayne took a seat and he could feel the guide kneel beside him as a beam of light fell across his eyes. He squinted as his eyes adjusted. Through a crack in the wall, he saw three men sitting around a dining table. Three naked women stood at the ready to wait on them and three others, also naked, were at their feet. One, a blonde, was on all fours with her head slightly beneath the table, the second, a brunette, was on her knees with her arms folded behind her back, and the last, a redhead, sat with her feet folded beneath her, her arms also folded behind her back. "Master, this is the Sire and two of his lords," the guide explained. "This is the evening ritual he has prescribed for himself and friends, it is also his last. He requires three servants and three pets at his supper." No more explanation was necessary. The building was of sod with a stone floor, the walls were immaculate and finely decorated. Though crude, the wooden table and chairs were of the same condition. It was very obvious than the men's surroundings were constantly toiled over by a number of servants. But, Wayne was not as interested in the room, or furnishings, as he was in the happenings within. The men were merry as they ate roasted meat and vegetables with bread and wine, lifting their hand only to place food in their mouth or to press a glass to their lips. The three servants kept their plates well stocked and their glasses filled. In the course of doing so, they received stern smacks, pinches and prods from the revelers. Their breasts, buttocks and even vulva were bright red and appeared inflamed. The parts of the other three looked even more abused, bruised, abraded and lacerated, their orifices pouting open from explorations. Wayne was not impressed so with the sight of the dining men, though the naked women, and their torment, did make him tingle. The blonde woman kneeling beside him was affected merely by the sounds that filtered to her ears, her breathing was short and ragged, the scent of her excitement filled the air of the small corridor like that of a cat in heat. Suddenly, one, the Sire, barked for the games to begin, the three servants quickly cleared the table. The same man drew his pet, the blonde, at his feet up and bent her over the edge of the table. The lords watched as he prepared himself, rather the servants prepared the man, removing his clothing, which consisted of a silk robe. When naked, the one servant took her place before her Sire to tend to his swollen staff as the other two tended their lords and began to suck their swelling cocks. The Sire produced a small whip of many leather strands, with each knotted at the end, and began to stroke the mounds presented before him. The other men watched with wicked grins while their hands roughly fondled the pets at their feet. The Sire's cuts were not stern, but the abused flesh of the pet was already tender causing her to wince softly, even so she remained still and poised for each one. After five minutes of steady and measured cuts the pet was instructed back to her place, the first lord rose to his feet and his pet assumed the place of the first. The servants, as well, moved with the men, their swollen manhood not leaving the tight succulence of their mouths as the second pet rose to crawl and the first lowered to her haunches. The first lord proceeded to pepper his pet's buttocks, as had the Sire. But, he spread her rounded cheeks, the pet moved her legs apart to hold them as he went about pelting the sensitive flesh of the crevice and ultra sensitive dark, wrinkled eye of her anus. Then the last, the second lord rose to his feet, his servant had a trying time not to allow the escape of his pulsing cock as he moved without regard for her exertions. She smacked and slurped hungrily on the man's engorged shaft as he tended to his pet's upturned bottom. The servant pushed forward onto the shaft to reach bottom just as the whip clapped against the pet's bottom. Wayne stared into the crevice, his eyes focused on the twin moons of flesh rounded over the corner of the table. They were pale but flushed, the curved underside of the crescents being the target of the lord. The flesh jiggled slightly with each stroke of the whip. The man paused ever so often to spread the cheeks an investigate the center. He ordered his pet to hold them open, and then he directed the stinging knots of the whip between them into the ultra sensitive valley. The pet sobbed when the lord finally moved away to surrender the table back to the Sire. He placed his pet sitting on the edge. She gasped as the rough wood bit into her raw buttocks, she spread her thighs widely and thrust her breasts high. As he began to caress her cone-shaped breasts, the servants kept them selves busy with the men's swollen organs. The third servant seemed especially enthusiastic, smacking and slurping as her lips engulfed the entire length of the second lord, a seemingly perfect fit. She was eager for his pleasure, Wayne wasn't sure how the man could have resisted her hunger. The two lords instructed their pets to show homage to the servants as they waited their turn under the whip. Each eagerly slipped beneath the kneeling servants buried their faces between their thighs, and soon their heads were being sat upon. Their attentions seemed to spark new energy in the servants, which renewed their oral attention to their lords. One by one, all the pets had their breasts endure the sting and bite of the whip making their breasts blush with an even flush, their nipples tingle and burn. The Sire returned to the whip as his pet again sat on the edge of the table. She suddenly leaned back, her spread knees rose into the air and she opened them wider as her back settled against the top of the table. Wayne's eyes widened as her pussy opened, the lips pouty and the curls filled with gleaming drops of her dew. The whip cut down to make a wet smack in the folds of her cunt. The pet groaned softly but her thighs opened wider. She placed herself on lewd display, nothing hidden from prying eyes, especially Wayne's. The servants ground against the faces of the pets as they sluttishly nursed the cocks of their lords. The scene slowly became more and more frenzied, the cuts came faster and harder and the groans of the pet grew louder with more urgency. She suddenly cried out as her body began to shudder and spasm. The Sire pushed the servant from his cock and immediately thrust into his pet's spasming pussy. The servant immediately moved behind him to burrow her face into his fleshy cheeks as they tensed surging back and forth. The pet's pussy was eager to accept his rod, swallowing it hungrily and smacking in delight as it was filled. Wayne watched as the man brought himself closer and closer, then, he withdrew and turned his pet around to plunge himself into her bowels. The pet groaned with the power of his thrust, his strokes forcing her hips against the edge of the table as he settled into a steady rhythm that would certainly result with his spent passion. While he pried apart the cheeks of his pet, the servant pressed her head deeper between his buttocks as she leaned back beneath him facing away. Her tongue extended to lap at his swinging balls and to tease the crevice and his anus. The Sire moaned as he leaned over the pet, his fingers gripping her hips tighter as his tempo increased. Moments later the Sire groaned and thrust fully into his pet to hold himself deep inside her. Her head rose with a soft moan as his spasmodic cock pumped his seed into her, she welcomed it with contracting muscles as she milked her Sire with her sphincter. The servant pressed tighter as her lips and tongue busied themselves with her Sire's anus. The first lord was eager to position his pet to receive his caresses. While he attended to her breasts, he had a servant kneel between her spread thighs to devour her dripping morsel. He didn't waste time with her pussy, when he was ready, he turned the pet so his throbbing organ pierced her throat. While he tended to his desire, his whip peppered her breasts. It was mere moments that he began his release, a copious orgasm that overflowed his pet's mouth. With his creamy seed spilling from her lips, she too had her release as the servant sucked and smacked noisily. The orgasm left him so weak he sank to his knees. The second lord forced the pet and servant from the table with his whip, as he was eager to tend to his own desires. He had the servant kneel between the thighs of his pet, but he alternated his stroke from the pet's breasts to the servant's buttocks, whipping the knotted strands between her thighs to kiss her vulva. Suddenly, he was eager for his release and repositioned his pet, she stood bent over the table with the servant between her thighs. The second lord entered her rear while the servant licked and lapped at her pussy. Such was his intensity that he came quickly, but he jerked his staff from the pet's asshole and thrust it into the eager lips of the servant. She moaned softly as she sucked the jerking shaft, each spewing a wad of the lord's cum into her mouth for her to savor briefly before swallowing. Her head bobbed back and forth as the lord thrust his hips spasmodically in the throes of his orgasm. Wayne groaned softly, his guide panted quietly hearing the grunting from the small room. There was little doubt of what had transpired. But, the event was not over just yet, the Sire rose to his feet to position both his pet and a servant over the edge of the table. He stood between the two pair of buttocks and began to swipe back and forth with his whip. "Shall we return?" he said to the blonde. "Yes, Master, if you desire." They returned to the courtyard where the guide knelt at his feet, he looked to her face as she held it lowered. Her blonde hair was braided into two tails along the sides of the back of her head. Each of them divided into three, and each of those divided into another three. The style was attractive, but unusual to say the least. Her skin was flawless, creamy smooth, and her bedroom blue eyes sparkled enticingly. A Life in the Time: Dreams 1 Pt. 2 Wayne was urged to sit after his back was dried, now the slave girls brushed the front of his body with the towels. Seeing the interest the guide had in his cock was a boost to his ego, she was risking punishment for a glimpse. "Master would like a drink?" she asked as a fluffy robe was slipped onto his arms. He said nothing as she poured a powder blue liquid into a golden goblet. She presented it to him on a small tray with her head bowed between her stretched arms. Wayne paused for a long moment and reflected. He studied his surroundings, it was just simply perfect. The temperature of the air was refreshing and filled with the smell of the honeysuckle that ran along the five of the eight sides of the gazebo. And before him were four of the most gorgeous creatures, their nude bodies tanned a golden brown with their skin gleaming of bath oils. And at his feet was a beautiful blonde, her flesh alabaster with light, pink nipples. No one thing was absolutely perfect, it was the combination of everything. Suddenly Wayne thought of something he had not yet seen, and that was the presence of other males. He frowned wondering why when the guide interrupted his thoughts. "Master, may these slaves return to their duties now?" He looked to her, her position unchanged, "Why are there no male slaves here?" "It will be as you say, Master," was her response as he removed his drink from the tray. "I should like to see some….no…a group." "By your leave," the guide replied lowering the tray, then instructing the bath girls to send the group. "No!" Wayne spoke up. "I want you to escort them back here," he instructed looking into the redhead's eyes, the four trotted from the gazebo. "What is this drink?" he asked the guide looking into the goblet. The liquid looked like no other, the color and consistency, it tasted delicious. "It is the potion of our Master's," she replied. "I'm not sure what is in it, or how it is made, but it comes from the kitchen and has been served to all Masters." "Does it not please you, Master?" "Yes….it is pleasing…." His voice trailed off when he began to feel a bit strange and wonderful at the same time. He thought he was getting drunk, though he had nothing to judge these feelings by. Wayne had finished the first and now the guide was pouring another. "Master…." she mumbled softly, "I'm very excited from today's events…." Her voice trailed off completely. "Yes, pet?" "I should be punished for begging, Master. Would you care to watch me?" "Watch you what?" "Play with my pussy, Master." "Do you put on a good show?" "Yes, Master," she whined playfully. "Entertain me, pet" The guide leaned forward onto her hands and gracefully untangled her feet. She bear-crawled away from Wayne with her butt pushed into the air. This slave girl was soaking wet, her inner thighs and the crevice of her ass was skinny with her juices. It was curious as to why her ankles were wet as well, Wayne suddenly realized with a broad smile that she had been sitting on them next to his own feet. His eyes were focused on her dangling breasts, swaying and bouncing with her movements. She was now squatting with her feet spread wide apart set into a couple of wedges in the floor. Wayne had had questions and now it made perfect sense, even the four heavy brass rings secured to the floor around the wedges were understood. The slave girl arched her hips and back offering her Master a wide-open view. Her lips were swollen and dark red, gaping open almost obscenely. Wayne's eyes followed the slot to the puckered ring of her anus, it too was dark red. The guide slid her left hand along her stomach and between her thighs. Her fingers slipped to the top of her slit when the redhead appeared with the male slaves, he motioned for them to sit. A soft moaned came from the guide's lips as three of her fingers slipped easily inside her pussy. While she slowly fucked herself, Wayne looked over the males, must have been at least eighteen, and all of them naked save a leather strap harness with a large brass ring from which their balls and cocks protruded. The size of each man was unique, the most well endowed male also carried the smallest balls, and the one with the largest balls sported the smallest erection. All were erect, each one's strained against it's flesh sheath and they were all shaven smooth are their common links. Wayne felt a strong tingle, it made him shiver, and he wasn't sure if the drink or the very erotic sight before him the cause. "Take over," Wayne called to the redheaded slave girl. "Eat her until she comes." He instructed while she crawled between the guide's spread thighs on her knees. He tugged his chair to the left for a better view as he instructed the males slaves to use the redhead as they wished. "Form a line and take this slut one after another, my guide can grease your cocks if you wish." The first slave boy must have been overly excited as he slid his cock in and came about 15 thrusts later, drooping over the guide's upturned backside. The second had better control, he pumped slowly for about 5 minutes before spurted his creamy load in her pussy. The third removed his cock from the guide's mouth with a loud smack and proceeded to give the redhead a sound fucking. Even as he thrust into her another slipped through her lips filling her mouth again. Gripping her fleshy hips so tightly they ached, number three pumped so hard his ball slapped loudly and wetly against her sloppy slit. The guide started to moan as her body began to shudder the cock she so eagerly sucked exploded in her mouth. She immediately swallowed and stayed ahead of his spewing cum claiming it all hungrily. Her was immediately stuffed with a third hard cock spreading precum along her tongue as it sank into the back of her mouth. The 3rd slave boy to pump the redhead's pussy so was going at it still, and still hard and fast. Wayne heard her moan a muffled plea, "Oh.…harder....faster....." Another cock exploded in the guide's mouth, now she went down with determination sucking and moaning loudly. Suddenly the slave boy fucking the redhead slave girl grunted, his hips jerking violently with his thrusts as he came filling her up with hot creamy cum. He pulled out and the slave girl was begging for another to fuck her. Before another was slammed into her, Wayne saw that her cunt had been dripping out of her and already formed a creamy puddle on the floor between her knees. A loud pop came from the guide's mouth and another creamy load was denied her, the slave boy shoved his cock into her redhead sister and started pumping, he pumped and pumped. The guide's ears served as handgrips for the slave boy who fucked her mouth wildly. The redhead moaned while sucking the guide's throbbing clit and all of a sudden her body began to shudder convulse with another orgasm. That's all the slave boy could take, the sight of the guide being mouth-fucked and the gripping sensation of her sister's spasming cunt caused his orgasm. He came loudly and with a thick load that flooded her pussy, he quickly pulled out and four slave boys rose to mount her. One slave boy managed to slip beneath the redhead, and to even penetrate her, the others backed away. Wayne's guide now repositioned herself so her sister had access to her pussy and the slave boy was offered her asshole. The double assault of tongues quickly pushed her over the edge and she moaned as she came. Her mouth became slack while her body convulsed powerfully for several long moments. When she had regained her senses, Wayne ordered her to her at his feet releasing her redhead sister totally. As she was rolled onto her back, the slave boys circled her. One after another lunged into the slave girl and fucked her until they came, she managed several herself. They rolled her onto her shoulders and slammed her soaked pussy just as the slut wanted. Cum was flowing out of her pussy freely now, she was well lubricated. Now the largest slave boy moved between her thighs, fully erect, both sisters watched with wide eyes he got in between her legs and in one slow push made the whole thing disappear into her pussy. As he watched, her cunt made very wet smacking sound, Wayne had to tug on the guide's braids to tear her eyes away and realize she was about to suck the Master. The sight before him played out in slow motion and the sensation of the hot mouth on his cock made him shudder with pleasure. The guide moaned hearing her Master's, in the background was the sounds of slapping flesh as the slave boys stroked their raging hardons, and the unmistakable noise of bubbling cum being forced from her sister's pussy by a big dick. The redhead's hips bucked wildly as he pounded her for ten minutes her cunt was red and she was a mess of cum. She must have experienced multiple orgasms as she moaned and shook as these slave boys used her. While her pussy was pounded, the rest took turns fucking her mouth and spewing their loads on her face and tits when she didn't swallow it. One then whispers and the fucking stops, she is roll onto her hands and knees. One slave boy slipped inside from the bottom another stuck his cock in her mouth. To Wayne's delight, the slave boy with the largest cock moved it behind her. Just as the guide's tongue began to swirl along the underside of Wayne's cockhead, he pushed that huge thing in her pussy with another cock already inside. Although Wayne suspect he would butt-fuck the slave girl. She moaned and bucked wanting all the cock she was offered. They both were pumping her pussy when she moaned and came again, the redhead slave girl came yet another time when both cocks exploded in her pussy, three had come in her mouth by that time. The guide had been worshipping her Master's cock to this point, but now her own desires were taking control. Her warm, soft and lightly gliding mouth became a tighter, harder sucking mouth and her attention shifted from the texture and firmness on of her Master's cock to His oozing precum and her need for more. Suddenly Wayne gained her attention tugging her hair again, "I said I want to see more, slave!" he scolded. "Yes, Master," the guide sighed, her desire was stronger now than ever before but she released the Master's cock and crawled to his side. "I believe Discipline Hall would interest you, Sire." "I should enjoy that." Wayne rose to his feet and stepped from the gazebo, the guide took another look at her brothers and sisters still involved in their gangbang before she followed with mixed feelings. Wayne walked along another path leaving the guide to catch up. Actually, at the moment he would have been fascinated by whatever he saw, a side effect of the potion he had consumed. And at that moment, he was enjoying the sensation like no other he had felt. As slaves fell at his feet along the path, he felt all his emotions shocked by the realization of his power. A building gained his attention, as it appeared to be a place for worship. Just as he stepped onto the steps, the guide ran before him to open the door, Wayne had almost forgotten about her. The heavy doors opened slowly seemingly controlled by a dampening system, the guide strained trying to pull it open. Wayne stopped, the door was only a quarter open, but from within came sounds and noises. Cracking or clapping occasionally followed by groans. "Explain." He questioned. "Master," the guide spoke grunting slightly, "Discipline Hall." Wayne stepped inside a large room filled with rows of wooden chairs. He slowly walked down an isle to the rear where gathered were about thirty slaves, one of them the Disciplinant. At the time, she walked along a row of chairs, each with a slave draped over the back clasping the edges of the wooden seat. It was obvious that their up turned buttocks were being whipped, crisscrossed with reddened welts. "Master." The Disciplinant distracted his attention, Wayne looked at her just as she fell to his feet. "Stand and tell me what goes on here." The Disciplinant's dress was more erotic than threatening, despite the many spikes protruding from it. "Morning class, Master. These slaves have been instructed to report because they have disobeyed a decree. Class is a painful review of village law." "Master…." the Disciplinant started as she dropped to her knees. "It has been a while since I have been flogged. It would be an honor to be your first, Sir." With that she raised her hands offering him a cat. He took it from her and she crawled to two pillars to assume a position resembling an X between them. With a snap of her fingers the slaves turned to sit on the floor in front of the chairs, four rushed her to secure her ankles and wrists to the pillars. The Master stepped forward as the slaves scurried back to their places. He tested the feel of the whip in his hands for a moment as he admired the sight before him. He was overtaken by a new sensation while twirling the whip. He stepped to her side and stroked her bare flesh with his hand, soft and smooth and very warm to his touch. Wayne studied the curve of her buttocks and thighs placing a hand on her side, he swung the whip. The tails wrapped themselves across her ass with a dull smack at the ends. It was not a hard stroke but the sensation made Wayne shiver as it grew more powerful. The next stroke was harder as was the next and the one after that and his arousal became stronger and stronger. His tempo had remained unchanged and the clap of the tails became louder and louder. His strokes ran up her back, and then began to curl over her shoulders slapping her bare breasts. When he finally paused her back and buttocks were red, Wayne moved to her other side now. He saw the marks of the tails where the ends slapped. Down her sides from underarms to thighs and the tops of her breasts, Wayne began again with her thighs, and worked upward. Following the lashes, he notices the crotch of her leather panties are soaked, perspiration beading on her stomach and her painfully erect nipples just before the straps clapped against them. Suddenly his arm arced bringing the straps between her thighs, they slapped against her leather-clad cunt with the ends slapping her asscheeks. The groans of the Disciplinant became moans as he had found her pleasure. After ten strokes Wayne moved around her again, almost without pause he sent the whip back between her thighs from the rear. He judged his strokes so that the ends pelted her pussy and he increased his tempo increasing the Disciplinant's intensity. Moments later she groaned loudly, her body tensed and struggled against her bonds. This was not a struggle to be free, but rather an attempt to capture her orgasm. It was too intense, her orgasm captured her, taking over her mind and body. She suddenly collapsed, having her strength taken by her orgasm as well. Wayne reached between her thighs to tug the crotch of her panties aside, instead it unsnapped offering him total access. He lowered the handle of the whip and gently pressed it deep inside her convulsing pussy. The Disciplinant's body jerked and shuddered involuntarily as he slowly screwed it in and out while twisting. Wayne slipped it out with a wet smack, then slowly pushed it into her anus, he pressed forward until seven inches of the handle were impaled and the straps formed a tail. Happy with his deed, Wayne turned and walked to the door, "What is next?" "I think slaves have been gathered for your inspection, Sire. Just there in the square, Master." "Ummmmmm….do the pleasures ever cease?" (To be continued…) A Life in the Time: Dreams 1 Pt. 3 Wayne followed the path toward a hedgerow, and through a carved entrance. The excitement of the gangbang and sights of this strange kingdom had Wayne’s cock at full erection as he entered the square. There were six rows of at least sixty female slaves. They all stood straight, their arms folded with hands behind their backs and feet spread slightly wider than their shoulders. They were neatly arranged in ranks from tallest to shortest. There were of all hair colors, some long and some cut short, some were even completely bald. Some of the slaves had thick, curly bushes, others were shaven completely and silky smooth. Wayne walked by the first row of slaves, their bodies were coated with perspiration, no doubt from having to wait under the bright sun, and all their nipples erect. He noticed a slight response from some of them as he passed, with their eyes lowered it was a cinch that the reaction was a result of his bobbing erection. He stopped in front of a blonde slave and thrust his fingers into her crotch. She reacted by pushing her pussy toward him, his fingers slipped deeply inside her, then she clamped her well-trained muscles around them. A slight moan came from her lips as he wiggled them about within the wet, velvety walls of her cunt before removing them. He raised them to his nose, her scent was wonderful. He stepped to the next one, her breasts were nice, not too large, with large erect nipples. Her hips were widely curved and her bush trimmed tightly so not to conceal her pouting puss lips, but long enough to be soft. He raised his hand to her face, his wet fingers traced her lips. She opened her mouth and Wayne slipped them inside, the slave girl sucked the slick juices from them immediately. Wayne removed his fingers from her mouth and turned her, she bent forward and reached around her hips to spread the cheeks of her ass. Her anus was a wrinkled dark ring. Wayne raised his slick finger to the pucker and eased it inside, she responded by pushing her buttocks back until his finger was fully impaled inside her rectum. A sigh came from her lips as he removed it. He stepped to the next and raised his hand, she opened her lips to eagerly sucked his finger clean. Wayne stepped to the next slave, she was completely bald and wore an orange collar. "Why is this one bald, and why is her collar orange?" he asked the guide. "This one is just out of training, Sir. All slaves are shaven completely when they enter training. The color of her collar designates her rank and the duties she performs." "If she is just out of training, why is she considered to be one of the best slaves in the village?" "Test her, Sir." Wayne took both her stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he pinched and slowly lifted, pulling her breasts higher on her chest as his grip tightened. Soon the slave girl stood on her tiptoes, Wayne lifted harder as though trying to make her float. She gave no expression and made no sound. He released her and reached between her thighs, they were soaking wet with her arousal. His fingers slipped between the smoothly shaven lips of her cunt to find it sloppy wet, a finger entered her. He detected a slight moan as his finger sank inside her, her pussy was tight and molten velvet inside, and then she squeezed his finger. There was no doubt that she would be a fantastic sex partner, but, how submissive was she? Wayne turned the guide and leaned her forward, he pointed to her upturned ass. "Suck it," he ordered. Without hesitation the slave girl dropped to her knees and buried her face between the guide's rounded cheeks. Her appetite seemed ravenous, munching and sucking hungrily at the guide's asshole. "Queen her," Wayne directed. The guide immediately pushed the girl to the ground and straddled her face, then sat her cunt and ass on it. She ground her hips, ground her asshole into the young girl's mouth and her cunt onto her nose. This went on for some time, the slave girl unable to breathe, but she continued to hungrily feast on the guide's succulent flesh. Wayne lifted the guide up and the girl gasped for breath, her face red with the veins of her neck pulsing. "A switch!" he called as the slave girl rose to her feet assuming the position again. The guide clapped her hands and a variety of switches were rushed to Wayne. He chose one about a foot long and thinner than a number two pencil. The slave girl stood still, her hands behind her back with her breasts thrust out proudly. He swung the switch, it swished slicing through the air and struck the erect nipple of her right breast. He continued to switch the nipple with about ten smart strokes before moving to the left nipple. The slave girl remained still, though she had begun to tremble. Wayne stepped to her side and began switching her right buttock. He delivered twenty-five fast, smart strokes to it before moving on to the left. The girl still seemed in control, though her breathing coming in fast gasps now. Next Wayne concentrated on the backs of her thighs. He switched down one and up the other, and then began again. The girl took more than fifty lashes from the switch before he moved on, all in silence. Stepping in front of her, Wayne instructed her to bend her knees. She obeyed, sinking slightly as her knees bent and her legs opened wider. Wayne's target was the tender insides of her thighs. He left them bright red when he moved on to her cunt. If she could withstand this onslaught, she was truly a very well trained slave. The slave girl still had not uttered a single word, her body was red where Wayne had switched her, and her flesh must have been on fire. He aimed the switch at the juncture of her pouting cunt lips and tender thighs with the first strokes. Then he moved in both directions, a couple landing between the swollen lips striking her throbbing clit, which have most certainly felt like a hot coal pressed against it. Wayne handed the switch to the guide, then grabbed the slave girl's neck. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her as his other hand slipped back between her soaked thighs. The girl was even wetter now, her pussy so slick his fingers slipped inside her without any resistance at all. She moaned softly into her Master's mouth as she clamped her vaginal muscles around his finger. She was indeed a very good slave, if not the best. "Bring this slave to as many orgasms as she desires," Wayne instructed the black slave girl beside her. Her response was without hesitation, jumping to her knees before her sister to eagerly press her face between her thighs. The bald slave yelped feeling her burning inner thighs, then moaned softly as the black slave began to smack. Wayne walked to the end of the row and turned, looking at all the tits and pussies at his command. He stepped to the next row and looked down it. More naked breasts, uncovered pussies and rounded asscheeks filled his vision. He had never experienced this feeling before, it felt great. He walked through the rest of the rows, testing a few more pussies and anuses. He then dismissed the ranks and watched as they hurried back to their duties, with bouncing breasts and jiggling asscheeks. "All pets with pubis will be smoothly shaven immediately," he instructed the guide. "I want no stubble, and that includes the entire crotch region, legs below the knee and underarms. The only hair allowed is on the head, and the fine hairs on the upper thighs and arms." "Master, it will be as you command," the guide replied. The guide’s words reinforced his feelings of dominance "Now I want to see more of my kingdom." "As you wish, Master." Wayne headed along the path through the village. It was beautiful, flowers were everywhere as well as naked women sunning themselves or tending to chores. The guide followed behind, not too close and yet not too far, she stayed just where Wayne could feel her presence. He followed the path to its end. The building before him was enormous. Great pillars lined the steps that led to two large, heavy wooden doors, Wayne somehow felt it was made for him. "Master, this is where all your special ceremonies are held, it is the Grand Hall," the guide informed. Wayne walked up the stone steps, the guide bolted before him and struggled to open the door open for his entrance. He entered to find an enormous single room filled with slaves. The interior was grand, a large throne rested atop a high platform, which contained three flights of six steps that ascended to it. Wayne walked the steps and sat in the huge chair, the guide followed and knelt at his left side, sitting on her folded feet with her hands folded behind her back. The guide explained, "Almost every event has a ceremony attached, changing of the seasons, holidays, birthdays, and inductions of new members. All of our ceremonies relay our submissiveness and include orgies……..and floggings and whippings, of course." "Disobedience is not a normal cause for a ceremony, punishment is dealt swiftly and justly. But the problem slaves are confined in solitary until the ceremony, and then bound to these pillars. Their punishment begins the ceremony and serves as a warning to the others watching not to disobey. In severest of cases, the entire stable of slaves give a couple of lashes to the offender.” "Master, the Mistress of your slaves will join you shortly. She serves in your place here while you are away. Oh, here she comes now, Master." The guide slipped from the side of the throne and took a position on the bottom step with her head bowed. The Mistress walked up the steps to him. She was more dressed than earlier, Wayne figured it was due to the night's festivities. She sank to her knees at his feet and pressed her head between his ankles and kissed his them. "Master, I'm the Mistress of your village. This village now belongs to you, every stone and slave in it. You must choose a symbol for your slaves to show your ownership of them." Wayne thought about her words. The one symbol that stuck in his mind was a butterfly, the symbol of rebirth. All these women had indeed been reborn, from one life into this one. "I think a butterfly will be the symbol, " he told her. “My symbol is the butterfly.” "Master, it will be as you wish, each slave will wear the mark of your symbol, the butterfly. All harnesses and uniforms shall bear your symbol, as well as the buildings." The guide stood and for some reason, Wayne thought he should follow her and did. "Wait, I shall return," he instructed the Mistress. He followed her to a building where inside he saw that the symbol was already being worked on. Two were being made. When the design suited Wayne they began working on the irons and shields. The guide escorted him back to his throne where Wayne discovered that the Mistress had disappeared ignoring his direct orders. "What is your opinion of your present Mistress?" "Master she is really a fine Mistress," the guide defended. "Yes….but she seems to lack the proper respect for her new Master." "Mistress is very fair to your slaves….except maybe for the practice of the tasks. She will also be hard to caution right now." "I'm the Master here and she will do as she is told or feel the uninhibited whip of the unleashed Disciplinant, or worse return to training. She is not a simple slave girl, but a leader, and leaders do so through example." "Master, would you care to see the Mistress' quarters?" the guide asked mischievously. "Yes, I would like that very much." the guide escorted Wayne to a building that was just short of magnificent. She held the door as he entered. He saw that three slave girls were busy servicing the Mistress on her bed. When the intrusion was discovered, he was greeted by the scream of the Mistress questioning who dared to disturb her. "You might better learn the proper way to address your Master," Wayne cautioned. "Your words sound very disobedient to me, in fact I think they deserve punishment." The three slaves that were servicing her immediately slipped to the floor onto their knees. "Master, please forgive me. I had no idea you would call on me." "Appears you are not the best of this Master's ranks, you are nothing more than a disobedient slave in need of punishment! Stand and bend over the edge of the bed. Prepare your ass for a whipping from this guide!" The Mistress stood as ordered, her eyes filled with humiliation as she assumed the prescribed position. The guide walked to the side of her raised buttocks. "You had better blister those cheeks good or you will find yourself in that position before the Disciplinant," Wayne sternly warned. "She will receive twenty-five strokes." The lashes were firm but not abusive. Red marks appeared on the Mistress’ rounded buttocks in the form of the guide's hand. The Mistress' cheeks were very firm, not much jiggle despite the assault on them. She made no sound other than to moan as her hips wiggled from side to side. The claps became sharp and deeper, informing Wayne that the guide was indeed spanking her Mistress as he had instructed. The Mistress' legs began to tremble around the fifteenth smack, the guide began to wince with every stroke due to her burning hand. The Mistress’ cheeks grew red and he new they were on fire. The guide paused between the last five swats to rub and knead her Mistress' asscheeks. Wayne wasn't sure if she were doing this to give the Mistress a more painful punishment or buying time to soothe her burning hand. After the lashes were complete the Mistress fell to the floor and turned. She crawled to Wayne's feet and kissed them thanking him for the punishment he ordered. "Now Mistress of my slaves, you will satisfy the three slaves who were servicing you!" Two of the slaves knelt to either side of the mistress while the other knelt in front of her. She pushed the slave girl to her back and dove between her thighs with open mouth. Wayne was impressed with her eagerness, she must have been excited from her spanking. She spread the lips of the slave girl's cunt widely as she pressed her lips into her drenched slit. Wayne smiled as he saw her tongue slipping through the pink folds, then inside her oozing hole. The Mistress sucked eagerly at her pussy, then dipped her tongue down to the slave's anus. She kissed it, then ran her tongue tip around the dark ring before pressing inside it. This brought a moan from the slave girl's lips and she opened her thighs wider. The Mistress then moved her lips to the slave girl's clit, she sucked it between them and licked the swollen bud with her tongue. Next she began to screw her tongue in and out of the slave's pussy, her nose brushing against her clit as it slid in and out. She had the first slave girl coming in a matter of minutes. Her thighs began to shudder as her pussy began to convulse. The Mistress moaned as she sucked the slave girl's erupting juices, she sucked the cunt until the slave fell limp. The other two didn't take long either. Wayne felt he might have misjudged her, but she still had to learn whom the Master was. The next slave girl rolled the Mistress onto her back and straddled her head, the Mistress was about to be queened. She sat down covering Mistress' face with her cunt and ass, she had no choice but to make her come and fast as she could. She was a bit tired due to her duty to the first slave girl. Wayne watched with amusement as she struggled to bring this one off. The slave girl was not quick to move from her Mistress after she came, but, when she did, she revealed Mistress' face coated with her slick juices. The third slave girl crawled onto the bed on all fours so the Mistress could lick her asshole. The Mistress was just as eager with this form of sexplay as any other. She buried her face between the slave girl’s cheeks and started to tongue her anus while finger-fucking her cunt with three fingers. It was all over in a matter of minutes. The slave girl screamed and her body shuddered and sank limp and flat on her Mistress' bed. When she had completed her task she crawled to Wayne's feet and placed her head between them. He reached down and pulled her to her feet by the hair of her head. He kissed her tasting the juices of the three slaves as his hands slipped around to cup her still enflamed asscheeks. Wayne squeezed her fleshy cheeks tightly, his fingernails digging into the tenderized flesh as he pulled her crotch against the hardness of his throbbing cock. She stood still, her hands behind her back and her breasts thrust against his chest with her face downcast. Wayne leaned forward to press his lips against hers. "You must realize that I am Master here.“ The Mistress could feel his eyes, could feel him staring into her eye through her lids. “It is but my wish that should concern you, and you should be serving me to ensure that my wishes are carried out," Wayne warned in a low, cold tone. "I am eager meet with the Disciplinant . I will not stand for disobedience of any kind at these levels. Further punishment is forth coming, due to your blatant disregard of my orders just earlier. You will not dress as the Mistress as you have not acted like one," Wayne verbally slapped the Mistress. He released her and turned to leave the building, headed back to the Grand Hall. "Master, we have a celebration planned in your honor. Would you like to see it now?" the guide asked when she felt her Master’s anger sufficiently subsided. "Yes, slave, I think I could enjoy it very much." The guide clapped her hands and the slaves ran to their places. Some were bound to the pillars that surrounded the room then the rest took seats at the edge of the room. Five slaves ran into the center from the right and began a dance. Two blondes, one in the lead, followed by a redhead, a brunette, a slave with jet-black hair and the second blonde brought up the rear. Wayne noticed that all their pussies were shaven smooth. Their dance was very erotic, they caressed one another until they were in a high state of sexual arousal. It ended with them at Wayne's feet, the lead blonde in the center and surrounded by the others. She was caressed, her cunt stroked and her breasts massaged and kissed her. "Bring out the slave boys," Wayne directed. "As you wish, Master." "Have them arranged according to penis size, smallest to largest." "Yes, Sir, Master." The second blonde lay on her back, the lead blonde slave girl straddled her head with her knees on all fours. The black-headed slave girl moved atop the second blonde on her hands and knees with her head poised behind the lead blonde's cheeks. The redhead and the brunette lay on their backs with their heads under the blonde's breasts. As they began to kiss the blonde as a round section of the floor began to rise. It rose until the slave girls were at eye level to Wayne, then it began to turn. "Send for the Mistress and the Disciplinant," Wayne ordered. "As you command, Master." As the four slaves kissed the lead blonde their saliva covered her thighs, cheeks and breasts making her moan from the teasing torture of their tongues. Her body began to shiver as a thin film of perspiration formed on her skin. Wayne sees her juices flowing from her aching pussy as the slaves work on her in unison. Each time she nears orgasm they deny her and then start again. As her moans turn to begging cries the Mistress joins Wayne. As she steps onto the last flight of steps the guide bows to her and then takes a seat on the last step. She stepped up the steps to fall to her knees and began kissing Wayne's feet. Then she kneels to his right. The Disciplinant then assumed the position kissing his feet before taking a seat to his left. The slave girls before him seemed forgotten as his attention turned to the Mistress. "I too have a display planned. Secure the Mistress to the horse with her sweet ass nicely presented for my pleasure," he instructed the Disciplinant. A Life in the Time: Dreams 1 "What is this?" "Master, these are your slaves, we all are your eager pets servants." “No....What is this?" he asked pointing before him to the courtyard. "Sir, your pets are greeting you with a display of loyalty." "Well put a stop to it." The guide clapped her hands and the women in the courtyard immediately stopped and scurried away, the courtyard was empty in just moments. "What is this place?" "Master, it your kingdom. We...." "Yeah, yeah. I've heard that, but what is this place?" "Sir, it might help if you toured the village." "Yes, I guess it might, but, I still have no idea why this place is here, what it is for, and why I am here." "Master, allow me to show you what this is and why you are here. Would you like to see the village, or the palace first?" "I suppose the palace, since we're already here." "As you wish, Master," the guide gestured down the steps and Wayne stepped down with her following, again three paces behind. The guide motioned toward a building that had the appearance of a barn. She opened the door and held it for him to step through, then followed three paces behind. There was they all around on the earthen floor, stalls lined the sides of the interior with hoses attached to small cups that appeared to be the business end of suction devices. Women were being walked, almost herded inside, their breasts full and heavy. Walking through the facility, Wayne saw machines connected to these slaves, their breasts, their vaginas and anuses. They seemed to be drawing off milk, urine and feces from them. "What is this place?" Wayne asked bewildered. "Master, this is your dairy farm, we take milk from these producing servants. We also get fertilizer for the crops. The servants, your slaves, Master, produce milk that is suctioned off, the waste produced is converted into both energy for your village and fertilizer for your crops." They walked through this huge building, filled with the same stalls and operations. The center passageway led to another door, which led another room where servants and more machines lie. This was really going to take some getting used to. Despite the good ventilation, the room still reeked of feces and urine as the slaves worked in the stalls with rakes. "Master, this is where the raw materials are dried for the fields. It is first stored in tanks that allow the waste to break down into useful gas and fertilizer. Methane gas is drawn off and bacteria are added to the waste for further breaking down. It is a totally naturally occurring process. The milk is also prepared for later consumption in the next room, Master." They were far too slow in leaving, for Wayne's liking, the stench was terrible. The breeze of fresh air that struck his face as he exited was very welcome. His guide led him along a cobble stone path through the village. He saw naked women everywhere, scurrying here and there. Some were bound to square frames suspended horizontally between two poles. The frames were made of heavy lumber, the pets' arms were stretched above their heads, their wrists between two wooden dowels and secured with cuffs. Their legs were widely spread, ankles between two more dowels and secured. The frame slowly turned exposing their bodies to the blazing sun. Wayne paused to watch for a moment. A slave's breasts slid to one side as the frame turned. They were nicely tanned, her flesh a rich brown and her nipples were a dark chocolate color. It is a marvel idea for the use of a rotisserie. Wayne's eyes darted to her crotch and noticed that the area was shaven smooth. Her pouty lips were golden brown and open exposing the pink inner folds that glistened with her moisture. Now the slave was face down, her hips sagged a bit and her breasts hung from her chest with erect nipples pointing to the ground. Her back looked smooth and soft, her browned cheeks were perfectly rounded and flawlessly tanned. Her legs were spread so far apart that the darkened pucker of her anus was exposed. "What's going on with them?" he asked. "They are tanning, Master. A slave's body should look the absolute best for her Master. Pain is embraced with pleasure here, Sir. Pleasure without pain is unheard of here as they go hand in hand. As a slave's body should be in shape to receive the lash at any time, accident or injury due to neglect is prohibited. The tanner is responsible for ensuring the slave does not burn." This was a new concept to Wayne, but he was beginning to understand what this place was, and more importantly, how he fit into the whole scheme. "Mummmm, au huh," Wayne moaned. "That is what I call gorgeous." The results were fantastic, but he wasn't sure the means justified them. "What about the white bands around their wrists and ankles?" "Those areas a covered by shackles, Master." Wayne hadn't really thought about it, this was all so different to him, but, every slave had indeed had black leather cuffs around their wrists and ankles. Up ahead several slaves were bound standing to a frame as other slaves whipped them with cat o' nine tails. "They getting a tan too?" he giggled. "No, Master!" the guide said in an almost pleading tone. "They're enjoying a flogging. Everyone here has a daily flogging for pleasure. It keeps us humbled and appreciative of what we have and reminds us whom we are here to serve. The floggings are even more important now that you are among us. It is homage to you, Sir." "Yes, I'm sure. But, that was a joke. Getting a TAN!" "Oh.... Yes, Master, so it was." The naked slaves were suspended by their wrists secured to rails that were supported on posts. A slave was in front and behind, each wielding a whip, the bound slave was struck from behind, then in front in succession time and time again. Though the strokes were not hard, it was evident that the slaves had been bound and whipped for some time, as their flesh was bright red from the shoulders to the knees. Wayne noticed that their nipples were rock-hard, plus their inner thighs were damp. Suddenly, one slave in the rear brought her whip up between the thighs of one of the bound slaves. The middle of the braided straps smacked against her asscheeks while the ends curled up in front to pelt her trimmed and total vulnerable cunt. The slave in front struck her cunt with the ends curling to slap against her asscheeks. This maneuver brought a throaty, guttural groan from the helpless woman. "Master, you must be tired and in need of a bath. If you like, I could arrange one for you." "Yes, pet, that would feelnice." The guide motioned toward another building that proved to be a bathhouse. Inside he was greeted by four naked servants, except for collars, who scurried along behind them on their knees. The guide began to undress Wayne, as soon as his shirt was unbuttoned she sank until she was resting on her knees before him, the slaves behind him removed his shirt. Wayne felt the sexual stress of the morning in his twitching cock, and all he nakedness and the spankings had its toll on him, and his balls ached for release. As the guide pulled his briefs down over the shaft it sprang free sacking her in the chin. Wayne saw a slight shudder in the guide as she glanced for a moment at he long, thick bobbing shaft before she removed his shoes to lip his pants from his feet. He sensed that he had grown, matured. Usually he would have been frightened to have a strange woman see his naked penis. Now he was in the presence of five and he felt proud and manly. The guide motioned for him to lie on a wooden table as the other slaves crawled to the four corners. He lay facedown and felt the four servants touch his hands and feet. Suddenly they began licking his fingers and toes. Their smooth tongues lapped at his flesh licking away the dirt and sweat until they finally sucked each toe and finger. Afterward, they began licking his limbs toward his torso, not one inch of it eluded the warm wetness of their gentle tongues. He moaned softly as the cheeks of his buttocks were spread and the flat tongues lapped between, nothing was spared, not even his anus. It was the most erotic sensation he had ever experienced. Soon all four tongues met on his back. With a kiss, he was urged to his back as the slaves moved back to his hands and feet. The front of his body was treated to the same oral cleansing that drove him absolutely wild. It wasn't long before two tongues lapped at his cock and at his balls, but they didn't linger. It was a very thrilling experience as the slaves lapped his body clean, their swirling tongues soon had him totally relaxed. Wayne felt the tongues converge on his stomach and heard the kisses that signified they were finished, he started to rise but was halted by the warmth of a sponge as his body was rinsed with warm, oiled water. When he did roll onto his stomach the back of his body received the same sponge bath, it was simply delightful. When he looked to the guide he caught her staring at his cock from her position on her spread knees. A Life in the Time: Dreams 2 Wayne was in a daze as he dressed for school, he didn't even stop by the country store to stock up on sweets along the way to school. In class his daydreams were interrupted by the teacher, bothered with questions he couldn't answer as his mind was in the village. That afternoon he moped around, waiting for dusk. He didn't eat at dinner, and was uninterested in the usual evening TV programs. That night Wayne could hardly wait to get to sleep, he drifted right off as though the slaves called to him. It seemed he had just closed his eyes when he was suddenly awake. Startled he looked around to find himself back in the village. He noticed the guide at his feet just before stepping on her. "Hello, guide, I have anxiously awaited our reunion." "Thank you, Master, and welcome,” the guide greeted warmly. "Your slaves have anxiously awaited your return as well, Sir. Shall we continue the tour, Sir?" "Yes, by all means. Please lead the way. I want to see all of this place, see all the slaves that built it and only expect to be whipped when they are disobedient or when it pleasures their Master," Wayne declared. "As you wish, Master." They walked along the path and Wayne saw the gazebo bath. Inside were the slaves, still involved as he had ordered the evening before. "Why are they still there?" "Master, you ordered it so,” the guide replied. "Yes, but, I did not intend for them to continue after my departure." "Yes, Sir. I shall have them stop immediately and return to their quarters." "I suppose the orgy in theGrand Hall is still in progress too?" "No, Sir. It ended when you left us as your orders had been carried out." Quickly, the guide ran to the gazebo and dismissed the slaves. Wayne watched with amusement as the redheaded slave girl walked away with bowlegs, the penises of the slave boys reddened and obviously totally spent. When he noticed the different collar colors he became curious as to how rank is established. "How is the rank of my slaves decided?" "Master, slaves earn position by doing our duty, what is expected of us, as decided by the Mistress. slaves lose position when disobedient, or by losing a when one is issued. The challenge is not usually issued, the Mistress feels it is disrespectful, slaves should not place their emotions above the needs and pleasure of the Master. But it is a rule that was put into place by a Master many fantasies ago." "Fantasies ago?" "Yes, Sir. There are no months or years here, time is recorded in fantasies. A new era begins with each new Master or Mistress,” the guide quickly explained. ”Sir, a challenge is issued when the conflict can be settled only with physical confrontation. The Mistress considers these slave to be trouble cases,” she finished. "How can there be trouble cases in this heaven?" "Master, some slaves require stern treatment, so they become disobedient to make their punishments harder. The knows these slaves well and delivers the needed punishment to them. That slave needs no physical stimulation to orgasm, I've seen her orgasm just by whipping another slave. The Disciplinant is very sadistic and wishes to be Mistress to your slaves….But she hasn't the nerve to challenge the Mistress, for to lose would mean reduction of position to the lowest rank." "Master, would you like a ride in your buggy?" the Mistress interrupted, Wayne had not noticed her arrival. "Yes, I think I would like that." The Mistress gestured and Wayne walked along the cobble stone path to a structure that could only be a stable. Outside hung a poor slave girl, tied at the wrists and ankles and swinging from an extended beam of the structure frame. When Wayne stood near her he saw that her asscheeks were crisscrossed with welts. "What is the purpose of this?" he asked. "Master the slave is beingpunished," offered the Mistress. "She's a stable hand that did her job poorly, now she hangs while the other two do their job as well as hers." "How long has she been hanging here?" "It's hard to say really Master. The stable keep is responsible for their punishment, sometimes they hang for an hour or even five." "Release this one and return her to her duties, I want a buggy ride." "Yes, Master, right away.” The guide ran to the stable door and held it open, Wayne passed through followed by the Mistress. As he walked through it two slaves ran frantically, the guide released the door to help the hanging slave down. Wayne paused at the entrance of the stable area to witness two slave girls hurry about as they harnessed the team to the buggy. He saw that four other slaves being prepared, two male and two female who now with just bells hanging from their nipples. The harnesses were complete with headpieces, bits and horsetails. The slaves even had leather horseshoes on their feet. He watched as the tails were put into place. A phallus that formed the handle of a lock of horsetail hairs, was inserted into the slave's anuses. To hold them in place and apply constant pressure, they attached to the harnesses through brass rings. The slaves were then taken to the buggy and another harness was secured. This one contained either a phallus that was inserted into the slave girls' pussies or a pouch that sheathed the slave boys' cock and balls. It also bound together one slave boy and girl, then bound the pair to the tongue. When the task was completed the two stable slaves fell to their knees at the entrance of the buggy. The slaves worked bent over on hands and feet, their knees remained straight and their arms moved like the front legs of horses. Wayne stepped into the buggy and sat, the Mistress followed and taking the whip, cracked it over the slaves' head. They began to pull the buggy out of the stable, the guide ran along behind. Wayne would never forget the clip-clop of their hoofed feet or the jingling bells bouncing from their chests as they trotted along. He saw their buttocks thrust upward, the harness offered no refuge and presented them perfect targets for the whip. Wayne was impressed with the Mistress' ability with the horsewhip. The tip kissed the rolling curves of the slaves' upturned asses with a crack. The tails bounced and waved in the air as they trotted along the path. He noticed other slaves moving about their duties and kept a constant eye on the guide, who trailed behind with bouncing breasts. "Take me to the Disciplinant,” Wayne ordered. "Your wish is my command, Master." Moments later she pulled the buggy to a hault on the cobblestone street just outside the Discipline Hall. The guide ran to the door and opened it for Wayne and the Mistress. They walked inside and were greeted by the Disciplinant falling obediently to her knees. "Discipline and training will still be strict and you will see to the discipline. I want to know who the real heavy weight masochists are amongst the stable. I shall take a special interest in those s who desire harsher treatment." "Master, yes, Master," the Disciplinant replied. "And now I think that the Disciplinant wants to feel my cock up her ass," Wayne declared while cupping her firm cheeks. "But first I think her butt needs to be warmed…. Slave girl, handle the honors." "Yes, Master….as you direct." The guide removed one of many whips from a peg on the wall as the Disciplinant bent over a horse offering her complete access to her backside. The guide stood behind her and raised the whip while the Mistress watched trembling at his feet. Both Mistress and Disciplinant jerked with the first dull smack from that cat’s leather straps. Again and again the guide’s arm rose and fell, again and again was heard the dull clap of the whip against the Disciplinant’s flesh. Her trembling cheeks grew red and hot. The strokes were not harsh ones, but Wayne allowed a sufficient number to ensure that the Disciplinant's ass was burning and aching. This was to be his first experience with anal sex and he wanted her cheeks hot and receptive for him. "That should suffice," he informed the guide after about fifty lashes. The Disciplinant turned and knelt in front of Wayne awaiting his command, she was extremely excited by the notion of being screwed by her Master with the others present to witness. She boldly reached out to stroke his throbbing cock through his pants. "Please excuse me, Master. Sir, I just have to feel your hard cock in my asshole." With his cock growing longer and harder he lifts the Disciplinant by the hair of the head pulling her against his body. He kissed her as she ground her cunt against his throbbing shaft. He reached for her burning asscheeks digging his fingertips into her cheeks roughly spreading them widely. The redheaded Disciplinant wanted even more. He pinched her tender cheeks, and then he eased a finger inside her rectum. The Disciplinant melted against him as his finger slipped deeper into her bowels. Suddenly his finger wasn't enough, the Disciplinant wanted to feel every swollen inch of his straining and throbbing masterful erection in her ass. "I think you should greasemy cock now." The redhead sank to her knees and drew down his pants, her hands grasped his firmly muscled legs as she moved her head closer to his swelling cock. She could smell him, his musky male scent, feel the heat radiating from his crotch. The Mistress watched as his pants were lowered, then the slave when she leaned forward and tasted his sweaty shaft, becoming lost in his thick, curly pubic hair. Wayne moaned as he watched her pouty lips glide wetly over the crown of his cockhead, her tongue softly swirled around it as she pushed her head forward sliding the shaft deep inside her hot mouth. The Disciplinant moaned on his cock as she made sure the thick shaft was coated with her slick saliva. Sucking his throbbing organ only made the Disciplinant want to feel it inside her ass more, stretching her anus and reaching deep inside her bowels. "I think it time….my pet." The slave’s lips smacked from his cock as she spun around to lean over the horse again presenting her tanned ass to her Master. She reached around her hips to spread her cheeks widely in lewd invitation She moaned softly when she felt his hands grip hips, and lustily again when she felt the bulbous head of his cock press against the puckered ring of her anus. She groaned as he began to stuff his pulsing shaft into her rear entrance. The Disciplinant’s groan continued as his thick shaft burrowed ever deeper, it filled her up and she loved it. She released her cheeks, her body draped over the horse and her fingers curled around the legs below waiting for the tickle of her Master’s hairy crotch, to feel him pressed against her cheeks, and his balls mash against her dripping cunt making his penetration complete. Her anus burned as his cock seared into the snugness of her bowels, but that was part of the pleasure for this redheaded slave girl. She sighed as his cock was completely buried inside her now, she felt filled completely by the powerful organ. Wayne paused to savor the heat radiating from her warmed cheeks into his groin. He then withdrew his cock, her rear tunnel collapsed in the wake only to be slowly filled again with his next thrust. Wayne slipped in and out slowly without allowing the slave time to adjust, she was tense and her muscles clamped tightly around the shaft trying to hold it still. The Disciplinant relished the pain the intruding shaft gave her and not being able to stop it sent tingles throughout her body and brain. Suddenly her Master began to pound his cock into her, the Disciplinant groaned as her heavy breasts bounce wildly hanging from her chest. She gritted her teeth and held her eyes tightly closed, she was in anal heaven as her Master took the backdoor to paradise. Wayne gripped the horse to either side of the Disciplinant’s neck, his wrists pushed against her shoulders pressing them firmly to the horse. His strokes became more powerful, crushing her crotch against the horse with each downward thrust. He forced her raised ass onto his driving cock with his strong arms. His groin slammed into her cheeks, the Disciplinant reached to her sides to pull apart her buttocks again. Now Wayne's cock drove the deepest into her, his groin pressing tightly into the crease of her stretched cheeks. The friction of his screwing cock, the slapping of his balls against her cunt was all too much for the Disciplinant. She screamed and came like a mad woman. She was certain that every slave in the small village had heard her and she wanted them all to know she was being ass-fucked by their Master. The Disciplinant smiled to herself feeling the jealousy. When she recovered she felt her face sliding back and forth against the rough horse, she began to thrust her ass back onto her Master’s cock as he was still ramming it into her ass. Her sphincter reflexively tightened and loosened around the burrowing cock. He had pounded her flat against the horse now. Suddenly he stopped, his cock totally buried inside her asshole. The Disciplinant reached around to cup his ass wanting nothing more than to keep him inside her forever. Her sphincter tightened around his thick shaft and he began to fuck her again. He rammed his thick cock inside her making her gasp and grunt with the blows of his hips. She pressed a hand between her thighs and played with her pussy. In moments she was screaming again as another orgasm wracked through her body. He began to grunt, his cock swelled larger as her asshole convulsed wildly. Then Wayne came filling her rectum with his Master seed. Without a word, Wayne dressed and returned to the buggy, the guide waiting with the door open, the Mistress followed. Again she cracked the whip and the slaves trotted away with the guide still running behind. "Well, Mistress of my slaves, where to next?" "Master, with your permission, a new girl is ready to be inducted. A gorgeous creature that wishes to join us, this evening, for your pleasure," the Mistress informed him. "The ceremony will be held at the Grand Hall, Sir." "By all means. Should be very enjoyable, slave." "As you wish, Sir," the Mistress said turning the buggy toward the Grand Hall with the guide in close tow behind. She stopped before the great doors, the guide ran panting ahead to open them and then followed her Master and Mistress inside. As before, the hall was filled with nude slaves, awaiting the festivities. Wayne climbed the steps and sat, the Mistress sat to his right while the guide sat on the bottom step. "With your permission, Sir?" "Make it happen." The Mistress clapped her hands and a woman was brought forth and bound between two pillars in front of the platform while five slaves began a naked dance in the background. The inductee was bald, all slaves were shaved completely when they are inducted into the training. She was dressed in a thin white robe, which was nothing more than a sheer drape. Both wrists and ankles were secured to the pillars. She struggled for a few moments causing her breasts to jiggle beneath the drape with the dark points of her erect nipples showing visibly. "Everyone enjoy. Let us give this newcomer a warm, wet welcome into the village," Wayne called out, immediately the slaves began an orgy. Wayne watched as one of the dancers, a blonde slave sat against the edge of the table and laid back. The others gathered around the table one dropping to her knees and moving between her thighs and began to suck her cunt. "No!" Wayne intervened. He looked into the Mistress' eyes. "I want you naked right now." the Mistress stood and immediately removed her leathers, then knelt back down facing her Master with her knees spread widely. "I think that is a job for the Mistress. I want that lovely slave on her back with the Mistress’s face buried between her thighs sucking her talented cunt." The Disciplinant will administer a whipping to prepare her ass for my cock." The slaves at the table sensed they had a new Master, they paired off and went back to their pleasure. The Mistress moved on top of the slave girl in a sixty-nine, she immediately began smacking noisily at her cunt. Wayne smiled to himself watching the two locked together and thrusting tongues while the Disciplinant whipped the Mistress’ trembling and up turned cheeks with a whip. This was all so new to Wayne, the thought of two women having sex, must less tangled together as they were. It was so erotic, so sensual, the sight made his heart pound with excitement. Moans of desire, wet smacking and the scent of arousal filled the room. All were very careful to keep themselves within Master's view. He felt great, these slave women, his slaves, to do anything he wanted to please him. Wayne now knew how Caesar felt. All around him rose a sound that more resembled a barbaric feast. Their moans turned to groans and the sound of wet, slapping became distinct. Their groans turned to cries and whimpers as they began to spasm, shuddering as they came. The cries turned to gasps as they collapsed panting for breath. This was a place of just pure pleasure. All these women had given themselves to slavery, sexual slavery to satisfy their need, that to be dominated, willingly gave themselves to one man for his pleasure. Wayne looked through the room at all his subjects, tangled masses of bodies cluttered the floor as they moaned and groaned and squirmed and bucked against one another. Sweat covered the bodies making them gleam under the light as the moans grew again. The blonde slave beneath the Mistress began to moan and wriggle, her body was growing weak from her position and excitement. Her body began to quiver, the shivering became stronger growing to shudders. She let out a loud groan as her body erupted into spasms. Wayne heard the smacking lips of the Mistress as she lapped at the convulsing pussy above. The blonde collapsed limply and the Mistress continued to suck and lap at her spent body. The Mistress rose slightly and slowly moved away from the round table, her buttocks burning from the whipping the Disciplinant had delivered, but that was nothing compared to the burning of her excited cunt. She crawled to her Master’s feet brushing against his leg wanting to distract his attention as she assumed her position. He looked out over the room before him, asses, heads between widely spread thighs and bobbing up and down. Again the moans grew to screams as the bodies began to shudder and spasm. Wayne snapped his fingers and the Mistress rose to her feet stepping in front of her Master. She bowed her head to him before turning her back to him and backed her butt nearer to his crotch. Reaching between her thighs she took his rock-hard cock into her trembling fingers as her Master grasped her buttocks in his strong hands to spread them widely. She rose slightly allowing him to view the pink ring, winked at him and then lowered herself onto his throbbing cockshaft. The clenched ring pressed inward resisting penetration. She continued to lower herself and suddenly surrendered, opened and engulfed his cock. He watched as the head disappeared into the hot tightness of her rectum, he heard the Mistress sigh as the shiny shaft slid deeper and deeper inside her until it was totally buried. She took a couple of moments for her rectum to adjust to his size before continuing. Wayne felt nothing compared to the snug tightness or the gripping pleasure of the anus, and the Mistress' was exceptional. He eased her off his cock after only a few strokes. The Mistress rose with an expression of disappointment, but then Wayne pulled her back to him. She smiled brightly and straddled him again, this time facing him with her feet to either side of his thighs on the seat of the throne. Her silent sigh met Wayne’s cheek as a hot, moist breath when she sank down again taking his cock into her bowels completely. A Life in the Time: Dreams 2 She her knees were widely open revealing her smooth and swollen pussy, wet, open and pouty. She leaned back giving him the big view with her pink anus tightly hugging the base of his shaft. The Master reached to stroke her swollen clitoris under his thumb, she moaned softly as her body began to spasm. He eased two fingers inside her drenched cunt and she tightened her muscles even tighter, her spasms turned to strong convulsions. She brought a moan from Wayne's lips. The Mistress slid off Wayne's cock except for the head of the shaft. He watched between her thighs as her cunt contracted and felt her anus grip his cock tighter as it slid upward along the thick cockshaft, then her anus seemed to open and swallow his cock. This brought another moan from his lips, then a groan as she started to move her hips up and down. The puckered ring of her asshole slid up and down over the purple helmet while she clenched her anal muscles working him toward orgasm. She placed her hands on her Master's chest to steady herself, then she sat down on his cock taking it completely inside her rectum in one swift motion. Her hips moved up and down in short strokes, the ring of her anus gripping the base now. Just as suddenly, the Mistress raises her hips removing Wayne's cock altogether. Again she captured the cockhead, her strokes came fast and short, then swoops back down to the base. Wayne is becoming more and more excited with every gripping stroke of her anus. "Master, by your leave?" Wayne heard the Disciplinant whisper into his ear, he nodded his approval and watched her disappear onto the floor. Slowly the Mistress began to rise and fall on his cock in a steady rhythm screwing him with her anus. He suddenly gripped her inner thighs as his hips thrust driving his cock into her bowels. Their rhythm increased, the Mistress keeping time with his thrusts. Soon Wayne's heavy balls slapped wetly against her cheeks. Although his balls had been drained so recently, he felt them quickly filling with another full load of his creamy seed. He grunted and quickly pinched his slave’s nipples, squeezing and pulling harder, he came quickly filling her anus with the largest load. The Mistress rose removing her Master, she then knelt between his feet and delicately began to lick away evidence of their pleasure. Wayne enjoyed the sensation of her flickering tongue and the afterglow of his incredible orgasm, sitting limp in his throne. Wayne's attention was now on the Newcomer to be inducted. He nodded to the panting and spent Mistress who clapped her hands. Several slave girls approached the bound newcomer, they placed a leather harness onto her body. Straps crisscrossed between her breasts rising over her shoulders and down to a belt tightly circling her waist. Another ran between her thighs, between the pouty, shaven lips of her pussy, it attached two more in the area between her orifices that in turn fastened to the belt at the sides. These ran just under the cheeks of her ass and lifted causing them to be pushed upward and rounded. Now the Disciplinant approached from the rear, whip in hand. She began to recite the rules that would have to be obeyed, serious punishment would swiftly result if broken. She snapped her fingers twice when finished, ten slaves of mixed sex approached and circled them. Every other one sat leaving five standing, they chanted the rules, clapping twice after each. The five standing went to the bound newcomer and began to tease her with their tongues. the Newcomer was being tested, she wasn't to make a sound. The five slaves were trying very hard to make her moan out, to betray herself to the whip. She was strong, she was brought to a shattering orgasm without murmuring a sound. She was released from her bonds, but now she had to prove her desire to please, she would have to satisfy a number of chosen slaves orally. The Newcomer was brought to the round table before Wayne. The Mistress had chosen about twenty-four slaves of mixed sex, they came forward as she lay down. One slave straddled her face one by one, all had shaved groins, and nothing was hidden from Wayne's eyes. The first to assume the position was a slave girl with huge breasts and oversized cuntlips. The inner folds of her pussy were dark and extended well beyond the outer lips, she was soaking wet with slick juices. She pulled open her pussy and pressed it against the newcomer's eager mouth. It was obvious that she was tongue-fucking the slave girl while stroking her engorged clit with her nose. The slave girl rode the mouth and face of the Newcomer until finally groaning and coming, an orgasm that left the newcomer's face coated with her slick juices. Next a slave boy approached, pulling her head to the edge of the table, he proceeded to thrust his cock into her hungry mouth. the Newcomer hung her head over the edge of the table so his cock slid into her throat and mouth completely. He was eager and quickly thrust to his orgasm, the Newcomer gulping at his spewing cock as he grunted and spasmed. He didn't remove his cock until it had become limp and drained. The next slave didn't allow her to change positions before smothering her with her cunt, the next slave boy gave her even less time. the Newcomer lapped at the slave girls' soaked cunts and allowed the slave boys to fuck her mouth. One by one she satisfied them all, sucking their spasming pussies and spewing cocks until they were dry. The Newcomer was then taken back to the pillars. A slave knelt behind her and attached a leg spreader between her ankles while another secured her wrists to a chain that lowered from above. the Newcomer was then hoisted upward until she stood just on tiptoes. She would now receive a whipping to test her resolve and limits. The Disciplinant took her place and began. The lashes weren't stern, but they did sting. the Newcomer wiggled and danced as the ends of the whip circled her side to slap her lower stomach and the exposed lips of her pussy and breasts. Soon the front her body was red with marks. Now the Disciplinant concentrated on her back, from the shoulders down to her buttocks, then her inner thighs. Suddenly Wayne saw the ends of the whip circle up between her thighs slapping her pussy again. Nothing protected her sensitive cuntlips, though the leather strap concealed her clit. Still, she was totally vulnerable to the Disciplinant 's whip. Wayne knew the lashes were painful, but the gleam on her inner thighs informed him that she was soaking wet with excitement. After thirty or so she stopped, the Newcomer hadn't uttered a single sound. The Newcomer had won, she had proved herself to be worthy of being a slave. The circled slaves began to dance around her. Two went to her and removed the harness and released her ankles, then pulled them up to drape her knees over their shoulders. They spread them widely holding them in place. One by one the room of slaves passed by her and kissed her clitoris, welcoming her to the village. a giant circle formed around her, the kisses became longer, more sensual. They continued until the slave was on the verge of orgasm. Wayne stopped them, "I think it only proper for the Mistress to bring this new slave to orgasm. She might also look at this slave girl and learn from her. You have a bad attitude, one that needs to be changed," Wayne instructed. It was apparent she disliked his orders, but she didn't press her position. She went to the newcomer, stepped between her spread thighs and lowered her mouth to her open pussy. The Mistress began to suck on the slave girl's throbbing, swollen clit and lap at the open slit with her tongue. She was good with her mouth, better probably than the rest. She brought the slave girl to orgasm in seconds and sucked the boiling juices that oozed from her pussy. The slave girl was released and brought before Wayne. She fell to her knees and began kissing his feet, then she was taken away. She would remain slave to the others until she earned position in the group. Until that time she would perform as ordered by the others and receive no sexual contact, other than to please the others. Wayne relaxed for an hour, then retired to his quarters, the guide accompanied him. He sat in his chair while she took her place at his feet. "I am satisfied, but I feel there is still something missing," he said looking at her sweet face. "I think I want another show. Bring me twenty female and male slaves that are not allowed to enjoy sex often. The females should each have a strap-on dildo." "Yes, Master," the guide said as she quickly ran from his quarters. After five minutes she returned with the forty slaves, the males wearing just a collar and the females sporting rubber erections and nothing else, she took her place again. "You are here to please me. I want to watch you fuck one another silly. Male slaves take a whip, you female slaves assume the spanking position." The slaves quickly obeyed, Wayne smiled delighted with the twenty pair of asscheeks raised into the air awaiting the sting of the whip, each unique and yet minutes away from being the same. The slave boys stood behind with strong erections of different length and thickness but all pulsed and throbbed and dripped precum. Dangling between the spread legs of the slave girls were flesh-colored dildos, each about nine inches long and two in diameter. "Begin!" he ordered. Sounds of swishing as the whips cut the air filled the Master’s quarters, then a loud clap as they smacked into the upturned cheeks echoed. All slave boys moved in unison making the twenty different whip lashes sound as one. The guide began to squirm, Wayne knew she was excited but he decided to punish her for her masturbation transgression earlier in the bathhouse. He watched as the cheeks of the slave girls' turned to pink and finally to a bright crimson, the Master decided right then that he fancied the color. When he saw welts rise on the two black slave girls' asses, he commanded them to stop and switch places. Now he watched as the slave boys received their spankings. He allowed it to continue until he saw two asses welt. "Male slaves may kneel and wet the slave girls' cocks of with your mouths." They immediately complied. The sight of the slave boys greedily sucking the rubber shafts, the slave girls looking down at them amused Wayne. He saw that many of the slave boys were able to take the entire length into their mouths. The buttocks of the slave girls' tensed as they pushed the dildos into the slave boys' sucking mouths, and noticed how they were grinding their clits against the base of the dildos. "Now I feel like playing a game, slaves,” Wayne suddenly announced. The slave girls form two lines of ten, to either side of me,” the Master gestured to either side before him with his pointed hands. “Step forward....GOOD!" The slave girls were quickly formed up. "Now, male slaves form two lines, along the far walls. First slave boy, move to the first slave girl and lay on your back with spread legs." The slave boys moved quickly against the wall, their swollen cocks waving in the air. "Good….The first slave girl kneel between his legs, your ass raised, prepare to suck him. Next slave girl move behind her and kneel, prepare to thrust your dildo into her ass. The rest of you slave girls do the same." Wayne watched as they moved to obey, the guide sighed softly. "The rules are...when the male slave comes, he moves over there," pointing toward a large, empty space in the room, "and the next slave boy moves to replace him. The first slave girl moves to the end of the line to impale that slave with her dildo and the line moves forward. When a slave girl comes or allows her cock to slip from the slave in front of her, she too is out of the game and has to move out of line." The Master paused as he stroked his chin as he considered. "The guide will spank the first twenty lashes, in a slave boys’ case until he can return to the games. The eliminanted slave girls will offer me an orgy, the guide’s whip ensuring I enjoy it." "To win the game, when time is called, a slave must have endured, played without surrendering to orgasm. That slave, or slaves, will be master or mistress to, and pleasured by the others until my return. Ready? Begin." The heads of the lead slave girl lowered and began to bob, the other slave girls gripped the hips of the one in front of her and thrust her hips forward. Not quite at the same time, more with a domino effect, each having to move forward after the slave in front had penetrated the slave in front of her. In just a few moments they were thrusting their hips back and forth. The Master heard a smack as mouths slipped over the cockheads, a moan from the slave boys quickly followed by a series of groans from the slave girls while they were penetrated. The lead slave girl set the pace her tempo, the slave behind thrust her hips in rhythm so the two banged together. And the Master was delighted by the sight. He smiled as he watched their hips moving back and forth and the dildos thrust. The slave girls’ bobbed their heads on the slave boys’ cock, standing tall and coated with shiny saliva. The entire mass moved as one, their moans filling his quarters. Suddenly the slave boy to his right, began to moan as his body thrashed, then erupted into spasms. Wayne watched as the slave girl sucked on the spewing shaft. She gulped several times as she stroked the shaft in her hand. She swallowed several more times before bobbing her head slowly cupping his balls to make sure she had completely drained him with her sucking mouth. Her lips popped from his cock and she quickly rose freeing the rubber cock from her anus. She ran to the back of the line and quickly inserted her cock into the last slave. A groan came from her lips as the rubber cock impaled her asshole. A new slave took the place of the first so the next slave girl began to suck his sturdy shaft. The guide eagerly moved away from the slave girls eliminated for missing the hole with her whip. She rushed the slave boy grabbing his arm and began to spank his buttocks even before he had recovered from his orgasm. Wayne laughed to himself as he watched her enthusiasm, and the slave boy's circle dance around her. Suddenly he was distracted by one of the slave girls when she began to groan and shudder. After the spasms of her orgasm subsided, she relieved the guide and began spanking the slave boy. At the same time, the first slave boy of the other line started to come. His load was so enormous that the slave girl couldn't contain it all. His white cream flowed from the corners of her mouth. She gulped, the slave boy spasmed and more of his cream oozed from her lips. The slave girl began to gag but she continued to fight to swallow his creamy load. When the slave boy finally stopped coming, she lapped at the cum that had escaped her mouth, licking him clean. This continued until all the slave boys had come at least twice. The guide was still at her Master's feet and so horny she could hardly sit still. Wayne noticed her looking at his cock. "Slave, you want this in your asshole?" "Oh, please, yes, Master," she pleaded. " Then come get it." The guide's eyes sparkled with excitement rising to her hands and knees to crawl between her Master's feet and all the time staring at his swelling cock. She brushed her cheek against his inner thigh as her head moved toward the growing shaft, her cute butt swaying and she also purred like a cat. She pressed her lips under to his balls and kissed them, then lifted his pulsing cock and gave each of them a tongue bath before sucking them gently into her mouth. She moaned deeply and softly sending chilling vibrations through his testicles into his penis making it tingle with delight helping it swell larger and faster. She delighted in the shaft rising into the air over her face, bobbing against her nose, then her forehead. Her butt had settled down onto her folded feet now, her touch was soft and wet, warm and yearning. She allowed his balls to slip from her mouth, and then her tongue teased a trail up the shaft to the head where she gave it a loving kiss. Her eyes flashed into her Master's for a brief moment, then she began to worship his staff with her lips and tongue. Her lips wetly pressed down one pulsing side and up the other, down the top and up the underside, each time she came to the crown she kissed it with her tongue flickering at the oozing slit to capture his precum. The shaft was gleaming with her saliva when her lips finally closed around the helmet, the guide sucked gently as her tongue swirled around and around. Her lips slid to the tip and pursed as she gave it a final kiss before taking it deep inside her mouth. Her lips opened wide and her tongue protruded slightly, Wayne watched as the slave's lips move down his shaft without touching, she inhaled making her Master shiver as he felt the rush of cold air against his wet and hot penis. He moaned, his hips jerking as his cock was engulfed by her warm, soft mouth. She sucked gently, her tongue slithering along the ridged smoothness of the shaft, then her lips tightened and she sucked sliding them back to the rim of the head. Down her lips swooped again taking the throbbing shaft into her mouth as deeply as she could, closing her lips only when the head pressed into the back of her mouth. Now the guide began to stroke her Master's cock with her wet mouth, her eyes were closed with a contented expression. She moved slowly without sucking, allowing her mouth to form a sheath for him to slide into. The guide was a slave who looked beautiful with her mouth filled with a throbbing cock. She looked so gorgeous knelt between Wayne's legs, the Mistress provided the perfect excuse to prolong his pleasure. "Master, this night your slaves receive your symbol upon your command," the Mistress spoke softly. "I want you to be the first to receive my symbol." The Master instructed the slave Mistress. "And you, my pet, don't stop," he spoke to the guide stroking her head softly. He rose and left his quarters with the guide trying desperately to keep his cock inside her mouth and keep ahead of him. When he popped out, she was able to recapture it only when her Master stopped in the doors of the Great Hall. Wayne watched the rounded, swaying buttocks of the Mistress and Disciplinant making their way toward the pillars. The others formed two lines that angled outward into the massive hall from the pillars while the guide sucked and smacked trying to hold him as he went to the throne and sat. The Disciplinant chose her whip, four slave girls secured the Mistress to the pillars, her back facing the Master. She stood with her butt upturned and ready, the highest-ranking slave prepared to receive her Master’s symbol. The Disciplinant stepped behind patting the crescent moons with her palm, she looked to her Master for instructions to proceeded. Her arm followed the Master’s and the whip fell against the Mistress' right cheek, it quickly rose again and fell against the other slave's buttock. Her arm swung in circles as she peppered the upturned cheeks. They were turning pink when the Disciplinant changed her stroke as she began to swing her arm, now slapping the whip across the fleshy cheeks, striping both moons. After a few moments the Mistress' buttocks were quivering and the Disciplinant changed her swing again. She stepped behind and her arm swung back and forth forming a figure eight with the tips of the whip slapping against the sides of the hips and underside of the buttocks. Wayne sat watching intently while the guide smacked and sucked softly on his swollen cock. She nursed and nibbled slowly working the entire length of the shaft into her throat as it jerked and flexed in time with each stinging blow delivered by the Disciplinant. She was oblivious to the whipping taking the head deep, so deep that it pressed almost into her throat, where she paused to massage it with her muscles. His balls filled both her hands as she caressed them gently forcing more of his sticky precum from the tip into her hungry mouth. A Life in the Time: Dreams 2 The Disciplinant stopped the whipping, the Mistress' buttocks, being well done in her judgment. She gestured for the next slave and went to the glowing urn and removed a glowing brand from the smoldering coals. The guide was eased away from her Master and jerked to the pillars and secured. The Disciplinant walked to the Mistress’ right side, aimed for the correct place and pressed it to her flesh. A sound of searing flesh came from the brand, smoke rose from the spot and the room fill with the stench of burning flesh. The Mistress did not murmur one word. A slave immediately sprayed the wound with something and the Mistress was then released, as the Disciplinant turned her attention to the cheeks of the guide. The Mistress slowly stepped to take her place at beside the urn as the whip began to slap. The Master’s cock grew cool waving in the air, but his attention was on the upturned buttocks of his guide. This Disciplinant did not waste time with teasing, she peppered the slave’s ass until it was burning. Again the searing sound and rising smoke with the Mistress applying the iron. This slave girl yelled loudly as the tool permanently marked her flesh. Once released, the guide bared the steps back to her Master with the swish of the whip cut the air and the clap of the whip sounding behind her. She sank to her knees and placed her hands behind her back. Wayne looked at his slave kneeling proudly in her humility, nipples erect as her breasts trembled, and creamy smooth thighs spread revealing her yearning sex shamelessly. "Show me." The guide rose her feet and turned her branded hip to her Master, proudly displaying his mark. Wayne's eyes widened as he looked at the burn, it appeared pretty nasty, crusted with freshly charred flesh. He reached out and lovingly stroked her left cheek that still burned from the whipping she had endured. He slipped his hand between her thighs and swiped a finger through her drench, slick slit. Then he tugged on her thigh turning her around, pinching the nipple of her left breast, Wayne tugged his slave down so he could place a kiss on her cheek. "Master, by your leave?" "Come, sit on my staff, my lovely pet," he smiled to the guide. She smiled proudly with the compliment as she turned presenting her luscious butt to as she backed it over his lap. Her hand reached between her thighs as her butt moved into position over his swollen cock. Wayne sighed as her trembling fingers gently gripped him, his gaze went from his cock to the poised pucker of her anus as she lowered it. The guide groaned as the bulbous head pressed against her asshole, Wayne moaned as she lowered herself taking him inside. Quickly he found his attention distracted from the mark on his slave’s hip, to the worshipful ministrations of his guide where it was divided with the activity below. He watched several other slaves branded, then decided it time to retire to his quarters. Wayne leaned forward, his hands slipped under her arms to cup her breasts as she sank lower and lower onto his cock. His fingers closed on her soft flesh as his cock pressed deeper into her tight grip. The guide leaned back relaxing her arms and quickly took the rest of his cock, pressing her back into her Master as her firm buttocks pressed against his lap. He embraced her crossing his arms in front taking her breasts back into his hands. The guide moaned softly as she molded her body against her Master's, her rectal muscles giving his cock a quivering massage. They sat, locked together while four more slaves received his mark, by that time the air was thick with the stench of charred flesh. Wayne released the guide’s breasts and grasped her right thigh and left hip, he urged her to turn. The guide placed her right arm around his neck, as she leaned back her right leg swung around over the arm of the throne. Her body twisted and she turned rotating her Master’s cock within her rectum, grinding their bodies together at the thick base. In moments, the guide sat facing her Master, sitting with her feet to the sides of his thighs. Wayne pulled the slave girl to him and kissed her full lips making her moan with pleasure. Her sphincter gripped his cockshaft tighter as she began rocking slightly grinding her throbbing clit against his hairy groin. Suddenly, Wayne rose to his feet the allowing petite slave to cling as he turned toward his quarters. She wrapped her legs around her Master's waist to ensure she did not lose his cock, and her arms around his neck as she rested her head against his shoulder pressing her face into his neck. She watched the other slaves over his shoulder, they grew farther and farther away and disappeared through the doors. She tightened her anus around his impaled shaft relishing the sensations it caused, the throbbing strength, the pulsing fullness, the presence of her Master inside her. It was a short trip to the Master’s Quarters, Wayne stepped to his bed and sat on the edge allowing her to rest on his lap, his hands caress her glorious cheeks and stroked her smooth back as he tenderly kissed her. His fingertips sent shivering tingles through the guide and she moaned her pleasure into his ear as her embrace tightened. She leaned back when the kiss was broken, Wayne gazed into her eyes. The guide felt something that she had never felt from any other Master, a true caring, the sense that she was not just another slave to be used and abused, to be selfishly taken without consideration of her own sexual desires and needs. It had been a long time since she had felt such feelings, such emotions, and it made a very sensual pleasure, well up inside her. She felt her Master's fingers tighten into her cheeks and she leaned forward to embrace her Master again. He tugged at her buttocks and she rose slightly clamping her muscles around his cock, she knew what he wanted, and she wanted nothing more than for him to spank her. She wanted nothing more than a spanking at that moment, she gave herself totally to her Master. She felt his right hand move away from her hot flesh, then felt it smack against her butt. It wasn't a hard swat, but it did cause her to lurch slight forward brushing her aching nipples against the coarse hairs of his broad chest. The other hand moved away and swung clapping against her other rounded cheek. The guide began to massage his cockshaft with her sphincter, tensing tightly with each stroke of his hands. After a few moments, her Master's swats came faster, but they remained gentle, slowly building a fire within them. He paused for just a moment while he rose to his feet, then the barrage began again. The guide moaned as he turned her back to the bed, his hands patted her burning cheeks smartly, maybe at a rate of sixty a minute, and they moved together stroking both her cheeks simultaneously. Suddenly they stopped, his hands cupped her hot ass as he kissed her again, this one passionate and hungry. As he kissed her, Wayne crawled onto the bed, he paused kneeling until he broke the kiss, then gently eased the guide onto her back resting atop her with his cock slipping just slightly from her tight asshole, still it was enough to bring a groan from his slave's lips. She released her embrace, her arms stretched above her head as her legs opened wide while her feet rose into the air offering total access to her eager body for his complete pleasure. Wayne rose onto his elbows, looking down into the guide’s face as his hips began to move back and forth. His cock eased out until the rim of the head was clasped in the guide’s tight anal muscles before he slowly eased back inside her to the hilt, his groin grinding gently against her dripping pussy. The hair of his arm tickled her legs as he moved and when he kissed her, his chest brushed against her sensitive nipples. Then he rested lightly atop her while stroking his cock in and out of her slowly and with shallow strokes. She was getting hotter and hotter as his insistent tongue probed her willing mouth. She couldn't resist pressing her heels into her buttocks trying to encourage him. Wayne continued his steady pace, but he did add a deep thrust occasionally. The guide started to pant as her desire grew, she was thinking about how she would love for her Master to suck her nipples when he lowered his head and did just that. Her pussy began to tingle and her clit started to twitch. She could feel his sturdy shaft tugging at her cunt entrance as it slid back and forth. She began to rock her hips, rolling them up as he slid into her and rolling them down as he withdrew and grinding her clit against him at the same time. The emotions she felt were quite different than any other Master had provided. The others simply provided the a cock for her to tease herself with, to reach the point of total pleasure only to be frustrated when they came and denied her. She felt the pressure building inside her as she had so many times before, but she somehow knew this time would be very different. The guide groaned, her hips moved faster, the tingling of her cunt became a burning. Her Master began to nibble her aching nipples and that pushed her over the edge. She gasped as the pressure built to the point of rapture, she exploded in orgasm with the guideforce she had never known before. She wasn't sure how long she had lay there in spasms, coming as her Master enjoyed her asshole and her orgasm. When she opened her eyes she saw Wayne propped over her on his hands giving her room to experience and relish her orgasm as he still slid his cock in and out of her. He looked down into her face, eyes glazed with the afterglow of her shattering orgasm. Wayne pressed deep inside her and was still until she had totally recovered. Wayne hooked his arms under his slave's legs and hoisted them upward rocking her back and she looked into his eyes yearningly, his gaze showed his intentions. She was resting on her upper back, almost her shoulders as he rose on his toes and hands. He moaned as his hips began to move back and forth making full, deep thrusts. Quickly they gained tempo and force, the guide gently jolted by his thrusts. She squealed her delight as she grasped his arms to press her buttocks to him as his cock screwed back and forth inside her asshole. As his strokes became harder and faster, the Master repositioned himself, moving closer to the guide’s buttocks as he lowered himself to his knees. His thrusts became even harder and faster still long and deep as he used the entire length of his cockshaft. The guide was quickly rising to another orgasm, she wished for her Master to come with her, that would be the ultimate experience for her. She began to buck wildly onto his cock, she looked into his face and saw that he was getting close, she began to squeeze his driving shaft with her toned muscles, at the same time increasing her own pleasure. Wayne moved back and pushed the guide’s legs forward and raising her butt higher, his hips moved faster. The wet slapping of his balls grew faster and louder as his banged against her buttocks. Suddenly he groaned, his strokes became short, fast ones, he stroked the head of his cock back and forth in the tight grip of her sphincter while she gripped and squeezed it. Now the Master grunted, he thrust his cock deep inside the guide’s rectum and without warning he stopped. The guide felt her Master's cock swell, she instinctively tightened her anal muscles milking his cock, then her orgasm started and the natural spasms took over and leap inside her. They moaned and groaned together, the guide’s muscles contracting wildly around her Master's jerking and spewing shaft as her body convulsed beneath his jerking body. He collapsed atop her panting. Wayne rolled off the guide, pulling her onto her side to cuddled behind her as she pressed her butt against him, sighing after being made love to for the very first time with his spent cock remaining inside her. She held his big arm as it draped across her body as his breath brushed hotly across her neck. In moments her Master was asleep, the guide lie quietly in his arms, content and satisfied in a way she never dreamt. That was when Wayne was awakened. It was another day in the real world and he had to take his place in it. Wait as he would have too he was anxious for the fall of night. (To be continued)