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A Master

By: Mystical Master2



A Master love stems from a few different thing toward his sub/slave. It starts with the trust that is developed and earned by both parties in the relationship. Then as they get to know each other and the bond between them grows, so does the love they feel for each other. The Master's love is the kind of love that bonds and seals the relationship and is also is the one thing that the submissive/slave looks to, to help her out when she is down or needs the support of her Master. The following is a short story about a Master's Love for his submissive/slave and her love for him I hope you enjoy.

Coming home after a long day The Master finds that his submissive is down but still in the position that they had agreed she would greet him in. On seeing this he walks over to her and gently lifts her face to his and looks into her eyes. Looking at her softly asking her what is wrong? Settling in his chair next to her he listens to her as she explains what has gone on that day. After hearing what has happened and seeing her in tears again, her Master picks her up into his lap and holds her gently and rocks her in his arms lovingly.

Whispering into her ear he lets her know that as long as he is around nothing will harm her. Lifting her face and looking into her eyes he also lets her know that when ever he is down she has his love that he has for her to look upon and feel in her heart when she is down. Her Master also lets her know that with the love that they have nothing can hurt them or come between them. It is this love that is the greatest of A/all.

They settle back and he talks about when they first met and what they had talked about T/together. It is always a learning and growing process and T/together and with love they make it grow and become stronger. It is the love of the Master she needs to know and get to know and feel in her heart and soul. Let the love from him stem into her being and become apart of her life and thinking. The love they have for each other grows each day and it gets stronger when they sit and discuss things that are bothering them and need to be dealt with. 

It takes B/both of their love to make a relationship twice as strong as it was before. Gently her Master lifts her face to his and softly kisses her lips. Sliding his tongue gently and slowly over her luscious lips and letting her feel how tender the kiss can be. Slowly and gently he slides his hands gently down her tender body and caresses every inch of her. Lightly touching her and letting her feel the tenderness of his touch on her skin.

As his hands and finger find their way over her body he feels how her body is responding to his touch and caresses and smiles knowing she is enjoying the feeling he is making her body feel at this time. Slowly he gently picks her up in his arms and carries her to their bed and lays her gently down on it. Sliding into bed beside her he continues to slowly and gently explore her body with light gentle caresses.

He has her close her eyes and enjoys the feeling and to relax and let him make love and touch her body and mind in ways she has never felt before. Whispering to her also softly that in this way she will also feel his love for her in this manner as well as the enjoyment of what they are doing T/together. Slowly bending his head down he licks her neck softly and then works his way to her ears and cheeks. Planting soft light kisses to her face and then moving back slowly down her neck to her cleavage. 

Seeing that she is relaxed and is getting as turned on as he is, he licks slowly to her breast. Savoring her softness and the fullness of her bosom lightly nipping at her with his teeth. His hands slowly begin their journey down the sides of her body as he licks and nibbles on her breast. Finding her nipples hard he bites them gently taking them into his mouth and pulls on them with his teeth making her moan in pleasure. He enjoys making love to his submissive and his slave making their enjoyment mutual and pleasing E/each O/other in so many ways.

Sliding his hands down her sides till they find her legs and slowly and gently spreads them open, opening her sweet and luscious pussy up to his gaze and touch. Sliding his fingers slowly over her clit and down the outside of her lips feeling how wet and hot her pussy is. Slowly he slides a finger into her folds gently and runs his finger over the inside of her lips feeling her wetness seeping out of her and onto his fingers. Lifting them back to his mouth licking them and tasting and savoring her sweet taste he licks down her body till he find her hot hard clit. Taking her into his mouth he sucks and licks and nibbles on her clit gently at first getting a little harder each time. Slowly and gently he slides two fingers into her hot wet pussy feeling her walls grip his fingers as if they were a hard cock sliding into her. Thrusting his fingers in and out of her slowly as he nibbles on her clit making her hips buck up to meet his mouth and making her moan in pleasure. 

Sensing her closeness to having an orgasm he slows down and lets her come down off the high he had her on and then slides a finger down to her rosebud teasing and penetrating her gently and slowly. Feeling her rosebud open to his finger he licks her sweet juices from her pussy and slides his finger in and out of her gently and slowly. Sliding around so they are in a 69 he slides the head of his cock into her mouth gently letting her take as much of him as she can. Surprising him she takes his whole cock into her throat and slowly he slides in and out of her mouth as he licks and nibbles on her pussy.

Moving their bodies as one and making love to each other feeling how each other's body responds to different feelings and touches. Knowing she is close to an orgasm he continues to lick and nibble on her till waves of orgasm wash over her. Drinking from his lover and slave and submissive he continues to slide his cock gently in and out of her mouth feeling her take him down her throat with each thrust. Moving from her he gently lays on her and slides the head of his cock along the lips of her pussy getting the head wet with her juices. Moving his hips forward slowly entering her hot pussy and feeling her wetness caressing him and pulling him into her deeper.

B/both wanting to show the other how much their love means takes their time and enjoys the moment and the time they are spending making love to one Another and the feelings they have awoken in themselves. Slowly moving his hips back and forth sliding his cock into her hot wet pussy feeling with each thrust the caressing of her pussy walls around his cock is almost to much for him. Slowing down he bends over and licks and sucks on her neck and then works his way down to her breast and nipples. Paying attention to her nipples and how sensitive they are now after her first orgasm. He builds her up to another one slowly bringing her up to the heighten state of arousal then slowing back down so they will orgasm T/together.

Slowly sliding in and out of her building up speed and slams into her harder and deeper as the feeling of orgasm overtakes them both. Sliding into her deep and hard each time and feeling her tighten her pussy around his cock asking and wanting for him to release into her and fill her with his juice. Thrusting and kissing her deeply they explode T/together in an intense orgasm shaking both their bodies and making them breathe heavy. Filling her with his juice he feels her warmth running out of her to meet his juice and mix T/together and become one inside her. As they come down off their orgasm T/together holding each other in their arms and kissing each other deeply and with passion they relax in the afterglow of the fun they had and the love making that had just taken place.

Laying in each other's arms and holding each other they rested contently and happy. T/they knew that just making love does not mean it is love but it is how you make love and whether or not your heart is into what you are doing is what counts and that you are making love with someone that returns that love you are giving.

A Master and His Mistress



The stream of people entering the dungeon ebbed and flowed. It wasn't a large room and yet so much happened in there -- the tumult of people, the punishments, the dominance and submissiveness, the creativity, the spectacle of an unusual underground world. The 'B' rated filmic version of cold, damp, slime walled dungeons, rats scurrying, their nails clicking on moist cobblestones, had never been further from the truth. 

The room was dark, warm, womb-like - the tangy smell of leather emanating from the furniture heightening the senses. All the pieces were black wood and leather except for two red velvet thrones which elsewhere may well have looked kitsch but here reigned with suitable aplomb. A grope box was fully occupied -- the sub's mistresses inviting all around to prod her naughty plaything. With gusto, people pushed fingers and whole hands through the holes. One woman spat wine through a hole onto the submissive's cock. Every now and again, a satisfying squeal could be heard. 

The St Andrew's Cross was no less an object of interest. On the wooden frame, a man was tied into position, hands and legs locked akimbo by ropes looped through the O rings at top and bottom. His bare back and buttocks faced the audience that awaited his punishment. True, they had much else to keep themselves entertained with; it was the element of suspense that his mistress worked so well, as she sat at the bar in the other room. 

On the suspension swing, a blonde haired woman was tickled with a violet wand. Heavy silver weights, like Christmas baubles, hung from her nipple and clit rings. During the course of the her punishment, these weights were discarded and needles like those used by acupuncturists were slowly, gently, quite lovingly, pushed through her soft, supple flesh. Both the weights and the needles were incongruent accessories to her fragile frame. Her master wielded the electric wand as deftly as a magician would, violet electric lines flashing over her pale skin. Her skin really was beautiful -- creamy and almost unblemished. The only piece of covering she wore was a mask as if to stop her from catching sight of herself. The electric lines both caressed her with their warmth and tortured her with their exacting demand of self.

The walls of the dungeon were brick but covered in modern BDSM tapestries that showed a series of enticingly torturous play. Although the room was at road level, the bricks that showed between the tapestries added to a feeling of being underground and the woven pictures helped to soundproof the four walls.

The ceiling was hung with black velvet and tiny star lights like diamonds glittered within the swathes of thick material. Floor lamps, strategically placed, threw gentle lights on each piece of equipment and its participants. 

Marti caught her reflection in a mirror that perched precariously above the curved doorway that led between the dungeon and the bar. She was wearing a deep pink PVC mini dress with buckles which helped the dress to cling even more tightly to her curvy body. Seeing herself dressed like that, so provocatively as her mother would say, gave her a sense of the theatricality of the situation. A mix of intimidation and of excitement coursed through her. 

The heat in the confined room was making her feel very sexy. A tiny bead of sweat was edging its way down between her round ripe breasts, pushed up and held bulgingly in place by the wire of the buckles. She could also feel a dampness between her legs -- the tight PVC skirt kept her legs together, allowing little air to make its way between her thighs and the sweat was trapped on her flesh. She bent her body slightly and surreptitiously slipped a hand up her skirt and in between her legs, brushing away the sweat that gathered there. She stood up and her eyes locked with another's. A young man, sexily dressed in tiny boy shorts, suspenders, stockings and heels, naked from the hips up bar for the narrow collar around his neck which was locked in place by a tiny padlock that swayed gently as he moved. 

He glided over to her. "Mistress", he murmured. "Does your hand need drying?" She felt a blush heat her body; she held her hand up, nevertheless. He took it in his, lifted it up to his nose and breathed her scent in, deeply. He blew on her fingers, drying them, and then raising his eyes again to hers, he took her middle finger and slipped it into his hot wet mouth. She jumped slightly. He released her finger, lay her hand by her side, clicked his feet together in a strange salute and then disappeared into the crowd. She was shaken but not yet stirred and she felt the dampness again between her legs. Not so much sweat this time she thought as desire, pure simple lusting desire.

She found a seat, a high chair really, long chrome legs and a black leather seat and back. The leather felt very cool against the backs of her upper thighs. She pushed her bottom into the small gap between the seat and the upright back and pushed her spine up. Her totteringly high heels were playing havoc with her back but it was worth it for the incredible appearance she knew she made. It made her feel as naughty as a little whore child. There was a mix of the minx and the sprite in her and she felt a deep desire to show them both. As she sat there, musing on a mix of thoughts, the evening's dungeon master, Sam, came up to her and proffered her his spanking hand. He held still a whip in his hand and was seeking out naughty children to punish. 

She laughed and said "For now, Master Sam, I will decline. Come see me anon, good man." What had come over her, she thought, to talk to the resident master as if he were her vassal? Dear o dear. She'd best watch her back (and her bottom) and this thought sent her silently chuckling. 

Sam stood there, smiling and then he bent down close to her so she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. "Be careful what you wish for." This surprised her because she hadn't wished for anything. She looked up into his twinkling blue eyes. His smile was tight. He turned and left her.

She felt a tug on her right boot. She looked down and saw the sexy young man's bright face smiling up at her. 

"May I, Mistress?" he asked, deference in his body's position though not in his voice. She felt a little sigh trickle through her as he began, with long licks, to clean the already spotless patent leather of her boots. Though she tried to concentrate on what was going on around her, she struggled with her attention span. The undeniably sexy boy was eroding her concentration to the point where she just wanted to be licked all over and the thought began to dominate her senses. 

As that thought entered her consciousness, Marti became aware that her pretty boot licker had moved beyond the top of her boot and onto the flesh of her thigh. His tongue, warmed up from cleaning the leather, trembled on her skin. She felt a strong rush of desire, an urge to just open her legs, to throw caution to the wind. She was glad to be sitting down on the high backed stool. She placed a hand on his head, neither pushing him away nor drawing him closer. He was still for a long moment and then, so gently, began to nuzzle against her leg. He stroked the back of her thigh with his hand, moving up to her bottom. His touch was so delicate that she almost couldn't feel it. She held her breath. Another long moment passed. Then he moved his face against her pussy. He seemed to breathe her in, remaining stationary. She felt almost desperate to have him lift the front of her underwear and run his tongue along her wet crevice. She kept very still. Perhaps....? Suddenly, he pulled away and slithered down her leg until he reached the floor and leaving her right foot, he reached for her left one. He didn't look up at her, just kept licking and cleaning. She pushed the breath out of her. She was aware of the heat of her body. Calm down, she told herself. But, on and on, she felt the tingling in her crotch. She forced her mind away from the sexual current running through her; it had been such a long time since...... 

Through her haze of lustful thoughts and moist feelings, she sensed a sea change in the movements of the man below her. She opened her eyes and saw Sam standing in front of her, with the lithe body of the young man trapped between his oaken thighs. She felt a tingle run through her. The two men together -- what a treat that would be. One so long and supple, almost feminine, with quite an amazing tongue; the other strong, pulsating with life, fiery tempered, with a firm touch and a hell of a whip hand. She didn't need reminding..... 

She'd had been on the end of an tool of punishment so few times in the past that it was not difficult to remember what it felt like -- the humiliation before an audience, the intensity of a whip cutting into her bare flesh, being forced to count each lash on her body, feeling her excitement building despite her embarrassment, feeling her wetness beginning to dribble down, wanting to be touched inside her pussy, raising her bottom slightly in the hope her master would realise and take her as roughly as she desired.....

Before Marti could think any further on this, Sam was taking her hand and lifting her out of the seat and away from the reaching tongue of the boy on the ground. Marti gave little thought now to the supple creature who had so recently plied his lips to her skin. Sam walked her to the leather spanking bench. Knowing Sam, knowing it was pointless remonstrating and especially not with an audience on hand, she hitched her tight skirt up above her thighs, climbed into position, and waited to have her body strapped down. Sam pushed her skirt up above her buttocks, then began buckling her ankles, then her knees, her thighs, across her back, at her elbows and finally her wrists. 

"Comfortable?" he murmured. 

She just gave him her quirky smile, rather than the moue of annoyance she wanted to show. The straps were a little tight but in some way this just added to the torsion of her excitement. He leant over her and lifting a strand of her long black hair from her ear he bent low and said he would just give her 20 whacks and he hoped she wouldn't mind that it wasn't exactly a spanking. She remained silent but, in spite of herself, she felt the tingles of anticipation begin in her pussy.

Without warning and therefore with no preparation, he began to slice into her buttocks. As the whipping went on and the stinging got worse she bit down on her lip, but not a sound could she allow to pass through her lips, that would just make it worse. As Sam came close to the end a male watcher called out, "Make it another 20, Sam." 

Marti opened her mouth and drew breath to cry out "red" -- the dungeon's safe word -- but before she could utter a sound, Sam began to administer the next part of her punishment. As the stinging grew and grew, she felt a heat wave cover her arse. God, the pain, the pain! And then the numbness took over and she moved into another space, that space that all submissives yearn for --letting go, and a resignation to fate aligned with the intense desire for the pain to continue so that she could show that she was as good a submissive as he was a dominant. She widened minutely the gap between her fettered legs, feeling the moistness between her legs, revelling in it, wanting something more. She could take whatever he gave her because the end result would be her power. When he finally finished, replete of his need to punish her, she would be able to make him do to her exactly what she wanted. It was always the way and she loved it. In fact, if her arms weren't strapped down now, she would release them outwards in a long lazy cat stretch. Considering the pain she was in, that would be quite an achievement. She smiled to herself. 

The whipping stopped abruptly. It took some moments for her to realise her master had removed himself from the scene. She looked around, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. He hadn't even unbuckled her! What the hell was going on? As the moments rolled by and he didn't return, as the realisation that the game was long finished and she was simply his discarded play object, her body began to burn with both suffering and shame. She managed to pull her thin wrists and small hands through the wrist restraints and one by one she undid the elbow restraints. A flurry of busy-ness and her bootlicker was by her side, unbuckling her, murmuring to her words she didn't understand at first but gradually realising he was saying 'so sorry, mistress,' over and over again. She was sorry too. Oh, the shame and humiliation. She slid off the bench, pulled down her skirt, and head down, eyes on the ground, she made her way to her chair where her bag waited. She was furious. How dare he! She felt an ache in her hands, such a need to beat Sam half to death. She imagined him laughing with his friends, the other mistresses and masters, making a joke out of her. She couldn't even sit down, no leather would be cool enough for the heat coming off her backside. She stood at the chair, not knowing what to do. The sub stood a little behind her. She felt him really rather than saw him. 

"What?", she almost shouted at him, would have raised her voice louder but was too embarrassed to draw yet more attention to herself. 

"I'm sorry, mistress, I should have stopped him. Forgive me." 

Marti felt anger surge through her. "Get over to that bench. Pull your shorts down. You deserve a caning for your insolence. Do you agree with me?" 

He didn't hear her. Expectantly, he was already walking quickly over to the leather bench. She watched him for a moment, wondering at her own audacity. Here, she'd just been whipped into submission which had no end to it, in front of a roomful of people. Now she was asking them to watch the whipped whip. It would look pathetic and childish probably -- after all, it was Sam she should be beating. 

The boy's butt seemed to hang in the air, as expectantly as his face which was turned awkwardly towards her. He watched her as she stood in place beside him. She felt a kind of tenderness towards him at the same time as wanting to really hurt him. She wondered briefly if mothers felt like this about their children -- a perverse need to punish the loved child. She ran a finger down his cheek. "I asked you if you wanted to be caned for your insolence. You didn't answer me. You can answer me now." 

His face lit up, "O, yes, please, mistress, would you? That would give me so much pleasure - if it would give you pleasure." A nice mix of sly subservience. His excitement was palpable and infectious. 

Without a word, and without buckling him in place, she pushed the sub's face down into the leather of the bench. She walked the length of him, to the bottom of his stockinged feet, heels discarded under the bench. She ran the cane along both soles, watching his body quiver. She slid alongside him, and positioned herself beside his pale soft buttocks. She ran her hand over his soft and compliant flesh. She loved the coolness of his satiny skin, to feel the heat pulsating just beneath. She ran the cane across his skin. He moaned so softly but she still heard him. She slowly stroked his butt cheeks, with each stroke pressing a little firmer, gently kneading the flesh, making it warm, watching as the skin became marked with the imprint of her fingers. He was motionless. She laid the cane across both cheeks. She waited. She felt an expectancy in the air, as if the room held its breath. She raised the cane. With a certain amount of force, she brought it down on the boy before her. The thwacking sound made her jump. The boy wriggled slightly and then lay motionless again. She raised the cane and brought it down again, harder this time. He barely moved. Two light red lines lay across his skin. It was so milky and innocent looking and for some reason this made her angry again. She thought of her own backside and sensed it turning black and blue even as she stood there. She brought the cane down again, harder and, again, her arm thrashing down, the air around her ripped by the slicing of the cane. 

Now and again the boy made a mewing sound or moved slightly but he was a citadel unable to be breached it seemed. This made her angrier. She began to flog him with a surety and a consistency that gradually caused her arm to cramp with exertion but she would not give up. Now he made a sound, now he began to wriggle around on the bench. This was better. His skin was sliced with thin red welts. Her backside pulsed in sympathy with his. She could feel it. Slowly, she began to ease up. Her arm ached, she wanted a drink. She felt the sweat covering her body, sticking the PVC to her. She put the whip down and began to walk away from the bench, legs shaking, heels in danger of toppling her over.

The submissive literally threw himself off the bench, and ran after her. 

"Mistress, Mistress," he said over and over again, almost gutturally, as though he couldn't say the words enough. And for the next hour or so, he was at her beck and call. Nothing she wanted was too much for him to provide for her. 

She didn't see Sam again over that next hour before the sub drove her home. She had planned to take him into her bed, after all they had shared a good deal that night, but when she reached her door, she begged off with an early start and a promise to call him very soon. He was clearly not happy about the ending but like the well-behaved sub he was, he bowed to her desire. 

She was inside before she heard the car start up and drive away. She was bone-weary. She climbed the stairs, walked into her bedroom, pulled off her sticky costume and dumped it in the corner. 

She climbed into bed, pulling the sheet over her head. She lay quietly for a few minutes, wanting to think about the young man but images of Sam and what had happened kept coming back to her and with them, incredibly strong sexual urges kept pulsing through her. Her body spasmed lightly and slowly the need to orgasm began to build but she would not allow herself the satisfaction of her vibrator. Her hand moved down to the soft flesh of her stomach but she refused to go lower. She really did deserve punishment now. She turned over onto her stomach, pressing her face into the pillow. Then she turned on her side, legs pulled up like the little child she thought she'd long outgrown, gazing at the wall in front of her; she would never sleep tonight. 

It was as she lay like this, that she heard the front door open. She sat bolt upright, sweat breaking over her. Her mind raced. Was it the boy? But he didn't have a key and someone had used a key. Sam? But he'd given her back his set of house keys when they had agreed to end their relationship. Maybe she'd heard wrong and they hadn't used a key but smashed a window like they did in TV programmes, using a stone or a fist wrapped in a blanket. Fucking hell. She had to get out. She jumped off the bed and ran to the window. She pushed the sash open and began to climb through. Her body was only half way through when a pair of hands grabbed her waist and began to pull her back into the room. And none too gently at that. She filled her lungs to scream and at that moment her feet hit the floor, and she was spun around to face -- Sam! 

"You bastard," she gasped, adrenalin still coursing through her. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Get out, get out of here." 

Marti began pushing him, pushing until she was punching him, on the arms, the chest. All that intensity of feeling, both in the club and now in her room, needed an outlet and she found it momentarily in hitting at him. He seemed to almost not be there, just his body accepting her puny flailings. Suddenly he grabbe, futile though of course it was. It was like he never felt her. After a few bored seconds, he threw her on the bed, climbing on after her and leaning on all fours over her. She looked up into his face and almost didn't want to fight the feelings she had - that intense desire to touch him, to feel his body on top of hers, pushing her down into the bed and forcing her breath out of her, to wrap her legs around him and pull him inside her. 




A Master and His Mistress



"When will you stop pushing me away?" he asked. 

"What are you talking about?" Her anger, which had been subsiding into lust, burned up again. "I don't need to push you, you're gone. So get off me." 

She made a fairly ineffectual punch at his chest as she tried to rise. He reared up onto his knees and, grabbing both her wrists, he pushed her arms up behind her head. Her breasts popped out of her nightie and he smiled down at them and then at her face. 

"You really do have the most beautiful breasts." 

"Well, say hello and goodbye and fuck off, because you aren't seeing them again. Get off and leave me alone." 

"You don't mean it. You were completely shameless on that bench tonight. You loved every minute of it. I obviously wasn't hard enough with you. I should have beaten you harder. Letting that boy lick you and bury his nose in your pussy, as if you were a dog on heat. You know how embarrassing that was for me?"

"For you? We haven't been together for months. It's nobody's business what you or I get up to now, we aren't an item anymore. If I want someone to lick me in public, I can bloody well do it. " 

"Not in my club, you can't." 

"Is that what this is about? You being embarrassed in front of your cronies? Fuck 'em. I'll do it again too."

He let go of her arms and sat back on his haunches. 

"The reason I beat you and, admittedly, I did get carried away, I was enjoying myself immensely, was not to punish you per se, but to remind you of how good it was with us. You aren't really a mistress, you need a man with a strong hand, a master. Marti, we had it so good, why did you think it was all bad?"

She lied. "I was bored. So what if the sex is amazing, I was sick of doing the same things week after week and you were obsessed with that two bit club. It's better now we're apart. I could even enjoy you more now if you didn't feel the need to be cold with me whenever you see me." 

She pushed herself back up onto the pillows, putting both arms under her head. She wished she had a cigarette, she was in the mood for a chat and a fag, especially as she had his full attention and they hadn't really talked much since they split up, or even during it. "Anyway, what would the whores you hang around with do if you weren't free? You think that's always been a blast for me? Sam, Sammy, when they're being all cutesy, Samuel when they pretend they could easily dominate you. Pathetic. I'm glad to be out of it."

"And you think I am going to be able to see you with men all over you, tricked up little boys who look like a whipping would do them the world of good, turn them into men? I'm surprised you didn't take the kid to bed tonight, although you'd have been shocked if you thought you could make anything out of him."

"Ooooh, Sammy, are you saying that you wanted to play voyeur tonight? If I'd known that, I'd have got the kid to stay back."

"God, you can be such a child."

He didn't see the fist coming at him, but he certainly felt it. Right on his mouth. He fell to the side of the bed, putting his hand up to his mouth. She jumped off the bed, ran out of the room, and came back a few seconds later with a cold flannel. 

"Sam, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get your mouth." She knew that didn't sound like she meant it and maybe she didn't.

"Where were you aiming for then?" he mumbled through the wet flannel. 

"I don't know but I didn't aim for the mouth. I think you moved."

"So it's my fault then?"

"It's always your fault," she said, but now a little smile crept into the corners of her lips. 

"It's my fault you hit me?"

"No, that's all my doing. The rest of it's yours." 

Outside a dog barked, a woman's heels clipped heavily down the street. Sam sighed deeply. 

"What do you want to do then?"

"Right now? I'd like to whip your arse actually till you scream for mercy."

He looked at her, his mouth slightly curved in the beginnings of a sarcastic grin and then he realised she meant it. A frown began to furrow his forehead. She laughed at his expression -- he clearly couldn't make up his mind whether to laugh or be worried. 

And then he said, surprisingly, "Ok. I'll let you do it. On the proviso that afterwards you let me make you cum until you're unconscious." 

"Well, it's never happened before but if you want to spend two days killing yourself to make me happy, knock yourself out. Now, get off the bed, take off your boots, kneel on the floor and spread your arms wide on the covers." 

He did so, trying to find a comfortable spot on the floor and realising quickly that he'd just have to put up with the pain in his knees as well as on his backside. For the first time in a long while, he felt both very curious and very excited. 

Marti walked around to the opposite side of the bed and, pulling a long silken scarf from the drawer of the cabinet beside her bed, she bent over and tied his wrists together. He could see the fall of her breasts inside her nightie which was the same colour as the PVC outfit she'd worn to the club. He remembered the way in which the low cut top had showed them to their full potential but had also allowed them to move gently. He usually preferred black or red on women but he had to admit the hot pink was the right colour for Marti. He didn't have a chance to think anymore on this because his eyesight was taken from him by a scarf blindfolding him, and suddenly he was forced to reconsider whether this was what he wanted. He'd never been tied up before, never been in a submissive role. He pictured himself trussed up now. It wasn't a pretty sight as far as he was concerned and he began to say so, but he only got two words out before a ball of material was thrust into his mouth and he had no choice if he was going to be minimally comfortable but to work his lips around the material to hold it in place. He did have time though to wonder if she'd used her knickers and he felt a rush of excitement at the thought. He felt her hands reach around his hips to the buttons on his leather trousers and felt them being pulled down over his hips and thighs down to his knees. He was beginning to feel embarrassed but at the same time his situation was turning him on. 

Marti brought the thin black leather cane down onto his backside. Like him with her, she didn't prepare him. She alternated in the first minute or so with a cut and tickle of the cane and then she began to thrash him. Even if she couldn't hit him as hard as he hit her, she'd give him something to remember her by. She heard him moan, she watched his body flinch, she saw the sweat break out on his body. Her whole body concentrated, her arm felt again as though it was disconnected from her. She felt her lips purse and the sweat begin to run down from her hairline to her eyebrows. 

She stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow, to stop it running into her eyes. Sam moved as if to push himself up from the floor with his feet. She put a knee against his butt and pushed him back down. She lifted the cane again and whipped his bare cheeks, again and again. Sam was wriggling and squirming beneath the cane. The sweat ran down between her breasts, the inside of her thighs became more and more slippery. Her arm was so tired but she didn't want to stop. She didn't want to give in. She knew he was in pain and she knew he wouldn't let her know -- he was a stubborn bugger. 

So when he called out, raspingly, chokingly, " Red, red", she stopped immediately, gratefully.

He was gasping, red in the face, and now she realised too that his arse was bright red and a little blood was oozing out of a couple of welts. She went to touch him, to soothe his agony because she knew he was in real pain. She stopped herself though -- she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Knowing him, he'd grab her wrist and give her a burn. She untied him and sat down on the bed, to watch him. Sam pulled himself together, slowly, painfully. Marti pushed his exhausted head back so he had to look her in the face. His eyes were closed and she waited patiently for him to open them. When his eyes cracked open a little she smiled. 

"In future," she said, "this is an equal partnership. I don't mind if you want to beat me, but don't do it as punishment, do it because you and I both get off on it. Don't treat me like your whipping post and I will respect you equally. We can keep playing together as long as you understand the rules are flexible and you aren't my master except when I want you to be."

She stood up, slipped off the nightie, and climbed into bed. Sam remained kneeling. She turned off the bedside lamp. The room fell into a soft darkness. She lay quietly, listening for him; she felt incredibly adult. 

She felt the bed move a little as Sam pushed himself wearily off the bed and stood up. She could see his legs' pale flesh in the dark and knew his trousers were still down around his ankles. She held a giggle in. He bent down and she heard the creak of the leather as he pulled the trousers off. He climbed into bed beside her and putting his arm under her neck he pulled her over to him. She rested her head on his shoulder. She was really going to make the most of his promise to lick her pussy into unconsciousness. Ah, the Master and his Mistress, she thought. What a perfect scenario.



A Master & sub Celebrate



Someday i can see us walking together along a beach, my hand in Yours, my head leaning against Your shoulder as we walk barefoot over the warm sand. W/we find a secluded area on the beach and lay our blanket out and open our picnic basket. i have prepared a wonderful picnic for us. 

All finger foods that we can feed to each other, followed by fresh cherries still on their stems with a chocolate sauce to dip them in and a bottle of chilled wine to go with it. After feeding each other chocolate dipped cherries and sharing a glass of wine we sit close together and hold each other. W/we are celebrating being together. 

Not for any length of time or on any particular date, just celebrating being together. W/we sit for a long time, just watching the waves lap softly at the shore and the birds flying over head. As the temperature drops and it starts to get chilly You hold me closer, running Your hands up and down my arms, warming my skin. i turn towards You and lift my face to Yours, You look into my eyes and see all the love that i hold for You and You lean down and gently place Your lips against mine. O/our lips part and our tongues meet, pushing and twisting. my hand comes up to caress 

Your neck, my thumb running along Your ear. my body moves so that i am kneeling in front of You between Your legs. i sit back on my heels and W/we just look into each others eyes. Unable to believe still how lucky we were to find each other. i lean forward, placing my hands on either side of Your legs and walk my body towards You, making You lay back underneath me. As i hold my body over You, looking down into Your eyes Your arms come up around me and pull me down onto You. i can feel how hard You are already, i can feel it pushing against me, straining to be released. As we begin to kiss again 

You roll me over so that i am under You. my arms come up to go around Your neck as we continue to kiss, my legs move up to wrap around Your hips. You pull up and stand, telling me to undress You. i kneel willingly before You and do as i am told. Rising in front of You i slowly unbutton Your shirt and run my hands down over Your chest and up over Your shoulders as i let Your shirt slide down off of You. Bringing my hands back to Your chest and running them down Your stomach and stopping at the top of Your pants. i slowly lower my body and kneel before You, my fingers trembling as i undo Your pants and slide them down over Your hips, helping You to step out of them. Kneeling back up and smiling as i see Your hardness in front of my face. 

Reaching one hand up and letting a finger trail from the tip down to base. Moving down to cup Your balls and squeeze them gently as i lean in and my tongue comes out to flick across the tip of Your cock. Parting my lips and letting You guide Your cock into my mouth. i can hear You grunt as Your hips thrust and You drive into my mouth. Your hands come down to grab my hair and hold my head as You start to thrust in and out of my mouth. my tongue pushes out to run against Your balls each time You thrust Your cock into my mouth. my hand is still massaging Your balls, feeling them tighten as You get close to giving me my gift. 

Bringing my hands up to hold Your ass as i pull You into me and hold You there, swallowing against Your cock as i feel You start to release Your cum into my hungry mouth. Pulling my mouth back and sucking hard on Your cock, milking You, wanting every last drop. You pull Yourself back from my mouth and reach down to lift me up so i am standing before You. You lean in and place Your mouth on mine, letting Your tongue slide in between my lips so You can taste Yourself in my mouth. i hungrily return your kiss, but You stop me, grab me by the shoulders and hold me away from You. 

You stand there like that, letting Your gaze travel up and down over my body. You can see me starting to shiver. You pull me into Your arms and hold me tightly, whispering into my ear that You love me. Then You put Your hands on my shoulders again and turn me so that i am facing away from You. i feel the pressure from Your hands on my shoulders as You guide me to my knees. Then You are kneeling in front of me, looking into my eyes as You reach and place first one clamp on my left nipple then another on my right. You watch my eyes closely to see me flinch at the sharp pain, then the light in my eyes as i feel the pain turning into pleasure as it moves through my body and the wetness starts to run down my inner thighs. 

Your hand moves between my legs and runs up my thigh, in my wetness, then Your finger comes up to my mouth. You tell me to open my mouth, i do so willingly, and wrap my lips around Your finger as You slide it into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around it as i taste my nectar on Your finger. i see You smiling as You rise and move behind me. Putting Your strong hands on my back and guiding my body forward so that i am on all fours before You. Reaching under me and tugging on the left nipple clamp, making me cry out, my body trembling. i can hear You moving behind me and when i turn to look You tell me not to, You want me to keep my eyes straight ahead. i do as You tell me.

Without warning i feel the sting of the leather crop come down over my ass, making my body jerk forward, and a cry escapes me. Again i feel the crop come down, on the other side this time, but i am ready for it, i am able to stifle the cry in my throat. i can feel the heat, i know You must be looking at the red marks left from the crop. i feel You sliding the crop up my inner thighs, pushing against my legs, making them spread wider for You. my legs are soon spread wide, exposing my smooth sex to You. i keep my face still, my eyes looking straight ahead, wanting so badly to please You. 

i see the crop land in the sand in front of me, but i can still hear You moving behind me. Then i feel the leads of the cat trailing over my back, a silent shudder passes through me. i feel them lift off of my back and then the sting as they come down across my sex. i cry out, unable to control myself. But i don't move, i stay there, looking ahead. I feel Your hand run down my side and hear You tell me that You love me. It was what i needed to be able to keep going. Again i feel the cat come down over my sex, my body jerks ahead and i cry out again. The next thing i feel is Your tongue running over my wet petals, the coolness soothing. i can feel my body start to rock back towards You, but You tell me to stay still, i freeze. Your tongue probes deeper into me, pushing against my clit, You can hear me starting to moan. 

i feel Your hands move to my hips, holding me still and then i feel Your cock buried deep into my cunt. One quick thrust puts You deep inside me, Your hands hold me firm against You, then i can feel you start to move, slowly at first, gliding Your cock in and out of me, but Your pace soon quickens and You are slamming Your cock into me hard. i am moaning loudly, almost out of control when i hear Your blessed words, Cum for Me. i cry out as my body stiffens and jerks and my orgasm tears through me. Wave after wave washing over my body as i cum for You. 

my body near collapse as my orgasm finishes, i can still feel You holding me to You, pushing into me as You let Your orgasm go, hot streams of Your cum shooting into me. You let go of my hips and i collapse forward, unable to hold myself up. i hear You moving again, this time coming to my side and gently lifting my body into Your arms as You cradle me and whisper to me again that You love me. i look up into 

Your eyes and see Your love for me there, knowing You can see the same in mine. Laying my head against Your shoulder and letting my eyes close as my breathing evens and i relax against You.



A Master Calls



It was hard to put into words that feeling she felt as the black leather cuffs were being fastened around her wrists. A tingle ran down her spine as that process of being restrained began. 

She glanced down at their four-poster bed in front of her and saw the array of things lying there. A long thick black leather strap; a black handled flogger; a brown leather paddle; a black leather collar; an assortment of nipple clamps, chains and butt plugs; a silver spreader with attachments for the ankles and the black silk blindfold. There was also something new there this time - a red riding crop with a leather flap at the end of it.

James, her husband of five years, said nothing as he went about his routine. It had been over a month since they had last played out this fantasy and she was a little surprised when he came home that afternoon and told her what they would be doing that night. It was not the short notice but the fact that last time she had upset him and hurt his feelings. Samantha wanted more than he could give her. James was not really into BDSM and he only took part because it was her fantasy and he wanted to please her. He could not be as forceful and dominant as she would have liked and he certainly could not dish out pain the way she wanted it. Last time she had voiced her frustration and she had regretted it. James was a kind, gentle man and a caring husband. She loved him very much and the last thing she wanted was to hurt him.

As he attached the metal spreader bar to her ankles she wondered why he had left her short black camisole top and black silk thong on. He usually had her dressed in just stockings and suspenders but tonight she had these other things on as well. But she never asked him why and anyway silence was the order of the day when he was restraining her. 

Once the bar was in place he attached the rope from the pulley to the rings in her cuffs and then pulled on the end until her hands were fully raised in the air, before securing the other end to a ring on the wall. Next came the collar and then the blindfold. Secured and blindfolded she felt a surge of wetness between her thighs as a shiver of excitement ran through her.

"How do you feel?" he asked her as he flicked her long dark hair back over her shoulders.

"Wonderful!" she told him.

"Look, I've been thinking over what you said last time," he started to say.

"Darling please forget it I...I didn't mean it," she cut in.

"No Sam," he said sharply. "I know you need more than I can give you and.......and.....I have decided to get someone in to do it properly."

"JAMES!" she exclaimed.

"It's okay," he told her. "He is very experienced at this sort of thing and he has assured me that he knows how far to go. And he has also assured me that he won't touch you in anyway...apart from the S&M stuff."

"James....you're joking...please tell me you are joking!"

"I'm serious Sam....this is no joke!"

"Oh my God! James no!"

His hand slipped inside her thong and his gentle fingers penetrated her wetness. "Come on Sam relax, it's just a bit of fun and I know deep down inside it is what you want." 

"But he is going to see me like this! Do I know him?"

"He is fairly local but I doubt if you know him. I certainly don't!"

"James I don't think we should do this," she told him.

He withdrew his wet fingers and held them against her lips. She could taste and smell her own excitement. "I don't think you really mean that and anyway you have no choice.....after all I am the boss!"

She felt another surge of wetness with the excitement but it quickly turned into nervous panic when the doorbell rang.

"That's him," he said softly in her ear. "I have given him two hours with you."

"Will.....will....you be here with him?" She asked him.

"No. He insists on being alone with you so I will be going to the pub for a couple of pints."

"James please stay!" she called out as the bedroom door closed.

"James!" she cried again, but it was in vain. He was gone.

She hung there in silence straining her ears to pick up any sounds for a few minutes and then suddenly she heard the bedroom door open and close. In her darkness all she could hear was the sound of breathing for a few moments and then she heard the sounds of zippers. Whoever it was was undressing. Suddenly she felt a presence next to her. "Who is it?" she called out.

There was just silence as she felt a finger trace its way down her back, over the waistband of her thong and down the crease of her bottom.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you Master!" came a voice she did not recognise.

"W...W....W....What do you want?"

Suddenly she felt a stinging pain across her bottom and she cried out.

"It is, What do you want Master?" he said sternly.

Her bottom stung. He had hit her with the crop. "What do you want Master?" she said.

She felt his hot breath against her cheek and she could smell his aftershave. "That's better Slut, but I think you know what I want don't you?"

"Yes," she responded.

Suddenly she felt another stinging pain across her bottom again.

"When are you going to learn?" he told her.

"Sorry Master. I am sorry Master," she said as the pain began to bite.

"Now what am I here for Slut?" he asked.

"You are here to punish me Master."

He tapped her lightly on the bottom. "I am here because that wimp of a husband of yours cannot handle you," he told her. "I am going to show you how a real Master dispenses pain and humiliation!"

She felt a shiver of both excitement and nervousness run through her.

"You used to live at number 32 Marsden Lane didn't you?"

"Y....you.....you know me!" she replied in horror.

Suddenly there was another sharp blow of the crop against her bottom. "Arrrrgh," she cried out.

"That was sore Master," she cried out.

He gave her collar a hard tug. "I am not here to be messed around Slut!" he told her.

"Sorry Master."

"And the answer is Yes, I do know you," he told her. "I remember you when you were around 14 or 15...sweet little thing in school uniform. You must be around 27 or 28 now!"

"27 Master," she told him.

He ran his hand down her front, gently tweaking her nipples before moving his hand to the waistband of her thong. "Who are you Master?" she asked him as his fingers became entwined her pubic hair.

"I am your Master!" he replied as his fingers slipped between her lips.

She sighed heavily.

"What is this?" he asked as he tugged on her pubic hair.

"Pubic hair Master!" she responded.

"Next time we meet you better have had this removed."

"Next time Master?"

"There will be many next times Slut," he told her as his fingers entered her.

"You......you....you are not supposed to touch me there Master!"

He laughed in her ear. "And who is going to stop me. Your husband is so naive and stupid to think I won't touch you."

He started to tug her thong down over her thighs. "I am going to be fucking you as well Slut!" he told her before sinking to his knees to unlock the leg restraints. Moments later her thong was removed.

Standing up once again and stroking her hair he patted her pubic mound. "What is this?" he asked.

Sam was somewhat puzzled. "It's a...it's my pussy Master."

He gave her bottom a hard slap. "Whose pussy?"

"Your pussy master!"

He returned to stroking her hair again. "That's better," he told her, "Your cunt, your ass and your tits are mine. Remember that Slut!"

The coldness in his voice sent a shiver through her body. This man meant business. "Yes Master, as you wish!"

He lifted her top over her breasts and began to fondle her. "I bet you touch yourself a lot don't you Slut?" 

"Yes Master."

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Almost everyday Master," she replied as he held one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Suddenly she felt cold metal against her and then gasped as the nipple clamp was affixed. "That sore is it?" he asked.

"Yes Master," she gasped, as he took her other nipple.

Moments later tears filled her eyes as the clamps began to bite.

"You will never masturbate again without my permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," she replied with voice trembling.

"I will be leaving you my mobile number and you will ring and ask me if you can masturbate. Do you understand?" He said as he gave a tug on the nipple clamp.

"Yes Master."

"You will also ring me every day to tell me what you are wearing and to ask my permission to wear panties. You are a slut remember and I shall be expecting you to look like one!"

"Yes Master," she replied as she squeezed her thighs together and felt her own wetness.

There was silence for a moment then he asked her to open her mouth wide. "This next part requires a gagging," he told her as he fitted a ball shaped object into her mouth before fastening it around her neck.

"This is the part where we get to cement an understanding between each other. You will get to understand the consequences of disobedience and I get to cement my authority."

Samantha felt another one of those shivers of sexual excitement mingled with fear as he held the thick leather strap against her bottom. She could feel its coldness as she closed her eyes waiting for him to spank. He pressed himself against her side and for the first time she felt his nakedness. She felt his hard, thick penis against her thigh. "This will be painful for you but it is necessary" he told her as he tapped her bottom with the strap. 

For a few minutes he just stood there giving her a series of long gentle taps. Each time she braced herself expecting a hard painful one to follow but it didn't seem to come but then just as she started to relax it came. The force of it made her leap off the ground jolting her arms in the process. She felt his arm around her stomach as he steadied her momentarily before another hard blow struck her. She tried crying out but all she could manage was a garbled scream. With his arm still against her stomach he hit her three more times in quick succession. 

She was sobbing now from the excruciating pain and she was feeling weak. He held her against him tightly and she could feel his excitement pressing into her. As she steadied he reached for the ball gag and took it from her mouth. Sam gasped in the much needed air. "Just one more to come," he said softly.

"Please Master. Please Master no more," she pleaded. "I will do anything you ask...anything...I will never disobey you," she pleaded.

"Tell me what a slut you are?"

"Yes Master I am just a filthy slut...a dirty whore....your whore Master!"

He ran his hand down her stomach to her pussy. Sam was soaking wet.

"And you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes Master you can fuck me," she cried out as his fingers penetrated her. "Take it Master. Take my cunt it belongs to you!" 

He pulled his fingers free and put them against her lips. "Come on taste yourself you filthy slut!"

Sam eagerly opened her mouth and greedily sucked on his fingers. 

"I want you to suck my cock now Slut. I want to feel your tongue in my ass. I want to feel my balls in your mouth Whore!"

"Yes Master. Yes Master. Anything you say!"

Moments later he had released her from the pulley and removed her nipple clamps. Guiding her to the bed and making her kneel between his legs he tightened her blindfold before pulling her head into his groin. "Show me what you can do you filthy whore!"

Sam always enjoyed sucking cock. She loved the feeling of hard flesh in her mouth and the thick tip of a cock against the back of her throat. But this was exceptional enjoyment. A stranger's cock. A very thick and long cock. Her Master's cock. She held it tightly in her hand as she ran her tongue over the large bulbous tip. She could taste pre-cum and this made her even more excited, knowing it was pleasing her Master. 

Running her tongue up and down his shaft and over the head brought more pre-cum from him. Cupping his balls in her hands she took the fullness of his shaft in her mouth bringing groans of pleasure from him as she moved slowly up and down with her lips. His groans pushed her on to please him even more as she took his balls in her mouth. His sac was too big to take fully in so she took in one testicle at a time, all the while moving her hand up and down his shaft. It did not take very long to sense his closeness to a climax. She knew when the sac started to stiffen and the shaft pulsate that it was almost time and so she stopped and moved her attention to his ass.

He lay back on the bed and brought his knees up to give her full access. She had never rimmed before. She had read a lot about it but had never plucked up the courage to do it to James. This was different though. She had been ordered to do it by her Master. With one hand still gripping his shaft and slowly stroking she used her tongue to excite him. Her Master was soon moaning again as her eager tongue drove him closer to cumming. 

As she felt his cock begin to twitch in her hand he suddenly stopped the proceedings. Pulling her up onto the bed and on top of him he guided his cock to her opening. "Ride me you fucking whore!" he told her.

"Gladly Master," she told him as she sank down on him.

She moved slowly at first, wanting to savour his length and thickness but he was impatient. So impatient that he reached for the flogger and lashed her across her side and back. "Move you fucking whore!" he cried out.

"Yes Master. Sorry Master," she cried out.

But even though she did speed up with faster and more forceful thrusts he still used the flogger on her. The stinging lashes hurt but the adrenalin that flowed from the sexual excitement masked the pain as she moved up and down on his manhood. He came before she did, groaning loudly as his cum shot inside her, but he remained hard long enough for her to experience her own shattering climax.

For a few minutes she rested there with his cock still embedded inside her. Her bottom, sides and back still stinging from her beatings. She wished she could see him, see the face behind that wonderful fuck. She also wanted to kiss him. "Thank you Master for pleasing this whore," she said softly as she found his lips and kissed him.

Still inside her he flipped her over on her back and pushed her arms above her head and began to slowly thrust into her. "I think you are going to make a very good Slut," he told her, as he kissed her.

"Thank you Master I have always wanted to be a Slut. Teach me Master to be your special whore!" she cried out as he began to thrust harder and deeper.

Sam could still feel the stings of her flogging and spanking next morning as she slipped out bed leaving James fast asleep and snoring. The memories of that last fuck and a sixth and final lash of the strap after he had put her over his knee before dressing, put a spring in her step and a new joy in her heart. She crept downstairs, still naked, and found her mobile phone. "I am naked Master," she said quietly before telling him what she wanted to wear that day.

"No knickers today Slut," he responded.

"Of course Master," she responded.

"Don't forget to shave!" he warned.

"I shaved last night after you left Master," she told him as she ran her hand over her naked mound.

"Very good my slut," he told her. "I will ring you the day after tomorrow to arrange my next visit," he added as he rang off.

Sam smiled and started to touch herself. "Damn," she muttered. "I forgot to ask him if could masturbate." She started to dial his number again and then stopped and started to giggle before sitting down in the armchair. 

Her fingers began to slowly work themselves up and down her lips and over her clitty. "Hmmmmm,"she sighed, as she contemplated her punishment for being a filthy disobedient slut



A Master Claims His Girl, His Way



They had talked for over three months and it was finally time that he claimed her. He had shown her a sweet sensitive side of himself a month earlier when he had asked for her address and sent her a Valentine's card. Unbeknown to her the true motive behind it was to get her address so he could claim her as he wanted; unannounced, violent and memorable for them both.

He had driven from Kentucky two days earlier, found her home and a hiding place across the street, where he could watch and observe her patterns. She was a very routine girl, he liked that, it made his job easier. She spent much of her time naked and he wondered if she knew her neighbors could see through the lace curtains.

Stacy let her black lab outside every morning at 7:30 sharp, just like clock work she had done it today, only today was different. As she opened the door the dog ran out, and his foot blocked the door from closing as it normally did. He was dressed in all black and was wearing a sky mask, he grabbed her by the throat, kicked the door shut and slammed her against the wall. Her eyes wide with fear, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, he could feel it against his. His HUGE cock bulging against the constraints of his tight jeans.

Stacy gasped for air, tears streaking down her face, he relaxed his hold enough that she could get a breath, she tried to scream. He quickly tightened his grip.

"You may not get another breath, Don't waste it by screaming girl." He hissed into her ear.

"Do you understand?" He asked

Fear had overtaken her, Stacy did not respond. How could this be happening to her?

"WHACK" his hand landed hard against her cheek bringing her back to reality. She shook her head yes, tears streaming down her cheeks as if someone had turned on a water faucet.

His body trapped her against the wall, Stacy writhed beneath him, trying to get lose from his grip. He released his hold from around her neck, Stacy gasped for air trying to take as much in, just in case he denied her breath again. He grabbed the full mound of her small beast in his hand and squeezed with great strength, sending a scream from Stacy's mouth that made his cock jump, she was making this difficult, he wanted to take his time, but the way that she moved beneath him was driving him wild with passion. He wanted to bury his cock deep within her and he was going to do it now.

"I'm going to let you go for a moment, do not move" he said in a forceful tone. Of course Stacy's self preservation instincts over road her sense of rational, as soon as he let go and stepped away, she bolted for the door. He was much quicker than she was, he had her pinned on the ground before she knew what had hit her. "WHACK", again his hand fell sharply across her cheek.

"Fucking whore, I told you not to move." He said angrily while taking out a six inch blade from his back pocket. He held it up so that she could see it, fresh tears streaming from her eyes.

"Please, NO, Please" she begged him.

"If you move again when I tell you not to, I will slit you from your throat to your fucking cunt." "Do you understand?" He said as he traced the blade over the path he had just described.

"Yes, Sir" Stacy replied in a shaky voice.

He leaned over just centimeters from her face and said "Don't move". He stood up, and looked down at this impish girl laying on the floor too frightened to move. It excited him he wanted to claim her, but first he must punish her. He had given her an order and she had not followed it. This punishment would be the one that set the standards for all other punishments to be compared to. After this one he would only need to mention punishment and she would shake in fear.

"I'm going to punish you for trying to run, you understand that don't you Stacy?" He asked in a soft, eerily calm voice.

"Yes, Sir" the words barely audible from Stacy's mouth.

He pulled the black leather belt from his jeans, this immediately excited and scared Stacy immensely. There was nothing she found more sexy than a man taking his belt from his pants. The vulnerability she felt knowing that she was going to be punished and there was nothing she could do about it made her cunt spasm and drip.

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her roughly up from the floor, shoving her across the couch, the corner digging into the mound of her cunt enough that if she wiggled it would stimulate her clit. Her bare ass, pale and round made a perfect target for him to land his belt.

"Swish, WHACK", the belt landed hard against the alabaster white flesh of Stacy's ass, she screamed "NO" "PLEASE" "NO" "STOP"

"Swish, WHACK", the belt again landing without mercy on her bare skin, "WHACK, WHACK, WHACK", not even a second in between; the belt landed over and over and over again, Stacy screamed with each stripe that was laid on her rear, the couch stimulating her clit, the pleasure mixed with the pain, her cunt spasming and dripping, he could see the juices running from her exposed lips. The flesh of her ass cheeks red, hot, swollen and welted he continued without mercy "WHACK WHACK WHACK". He wasn't the type that liked giving pain to his sub, but he wasn't the type to allow a sub to not follow his instructions, thus he did not care that she screamed and writhed and sobbed openly. This was a punishment.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, "will you ever disobey me again slut?" He asked

"No, Sir" Stacy whimpered between sobs.

"Good Girl" Stacy breathed a sigh of relief believing that the punishment was over.

He sat down on the couch and pulled her across his lap, wrapping his hand around her throat, her red, welted, ass fully exposed. He ran his hand over the angry welts, felt the heat of her flesh, then "WHACK" his hand landed with all of his force directly at the point between her ass cheeks and her thighs, Stacy's body jumped, she tried screaming only to find that he had tightened his grip. "WHACK" again his hand landed in the same spot, she wiggled and writhed and gasped for air, he could kill her with just a bit more preasure, he knew that and it excited him. "WHACK" this time landing his strike directly on her exposed clit, he let go of her throat at the exact moment his strike landed; she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body, he felt the cum drip to his thigh, she had squirted.

That was all he could take, he pushed her off his lap, twisted her around on her toes and had her bent over the couch in a matter of seconds. His cock about to burst. He slammed the full length of his shaft inside her wet dripping cunt, pounding her full force and as deep as he could. The pleasure and pain, erupting in Stacy like a volcano; she screamed. He pulled her hard against himself burying deeper and deeper, stretching her cunt. He felt his orgasm building, he wasn't finished with this whore. He pulled out of her cunt, pulled her ass cheeks apart, grabbed her by her hair and twisted her head so he could see her face as he entered her ass. He slid his cock from her cunt to her ass then forcefully shoved it deep and hard, Stacy screamed once again, tears rolling down her face, as he pummeled her ass, with no mercy, just force. He loved watching her expression, the shock, pain, pleasure all mixed together, he grabbed her breast and squeezed again sending a wave of pleasure and pain. Stacy instantly orgasm ed, her body spasm ed uncontrollably, milking the cum from his engorged cock, his body spasm ed uncontrollably.

He moved to the couch and pulled her down to him.

"I am your Master"... 



A Master Enjoys His Sub...



A Master Enjoys His Sub On The Porch

i am sitting on the wicker chair on the back porch when i hear Your steps behind me. i can feel my body shiver, just knowing You are near. i hear You move up behind my chair and stop, Your hands coming down to graze the top of my shoulders and run down to my elbows. my head leans back on the chair as i close my eyes and breath deeply to take in Your scent. i feel the pressure on my elbows as You guide me to stand. 

You come around the side of the chair and stand behind me, Your hands coming around me to cup my breasts, my nipples already stiff. i feel Your mouth on my neck as You whisper to me, I love you, My little one. i feel my knees weaken as i hear those words from You. Your hands slide down over my stomache and reach to my sex, one finger sliding in to feel how wet i am for You already. i feel You turn me to face the chair, and guide me to a kneeling position, laying my arms across the arms of the chair. You tell me to remain still, and i do. i watch You from the corner of my eye as You leave the porch and go back inside. 

Kneeling there, waiting for You, my body starts to shiver slightly, unsure of what You have planned for U/us today. Lost in my thoughts i don't hear You return until i feel the silk strips falling against my arms. i watch as You wrap them around my wrists and around the arms of the chair. Then i feel You moving behind me, kneeling down and running a finger over my wet petals, making my inner thighs quiver. Then i feel Your hands slipping in between my thighs and spreading my legs, and the softness of the silk bindings as You secure my thighs to the legs of the chair. 

And then nothing, i know You are there behind me, i can hear You breathing. The next thing i hear is the whistle of the leads on the cat as it moves through the air. Crying out as i feel it come down across my upper back, once, twice three times i feel it land on my skin. Each time crying out, unable to do anything else as i feel the sting and the heat on my back. my head drops down between my arms as the cat continues to come down over my back, tears rolling down my cheeks silently. Then You stop, i feel You kneeling between my thighs as You run Your hands up my sides, i can almost see the smile on Your lips as You look at the red lines on my back. 

Then i feel Your hands sliding down to my hips and one hand sliding in between my wet petals. Your finger finding my clit and tracing small circles around it, pinching it, as it stiffens quickly. Then i feel something new, cool steel against my clit and then pain shooting through me as i feel a clamp tighten on my clit. Your tongue is running across my ass cheeks, giving my body time to adjust to this new feeling. Then You are gone again, standing back so that i can't even hear You breathing anymore. Then i can feel the heat on my clit and light vibrations against it. 

Bringing my head up and moaning loudly as the sensations spread through my body, i can feel my juices starting to run down my inner thighs, but You don't stop, the vibrations intensify. Aware now of how tightly i am bound to the chair as my body tries to jerk. You are behind me again, running Your hands over my ass cheeks, and then i feel Your tongue pushing in between my cheeks as Your hands spread them, and then it is pushing against my star. Flicking up and down over it, to be replaced by Your finger, pushing gently into my tightest hole.

Pushing and turning as it slides into me, while the vibrations continue to move against my clit. my breath coming in sharp gasps as my body starts to shiver uncontrollably. Then Your finger is gone and i feel Your cock sliding into my wet petals, gliding in with one quick thrust, then pulling out and pushing against my star. i take a deep breath and concentrate on relaxing my muscles for You, as i feel Your cock slowly entering my dark hole. i can hear You starting to grunt as You push harder into me, the pain inside me as i feel You spreading me open. 

Then with one hard thrust You are buried inside me, the pain that shoots through me turns quickly into pleasure as my walls grow accustomed to You there. Then you start to pull back slowly, almost coming out before slamming hard back into me. Your fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as You start to pound into me. Your balls slapping against the clamp on my clit, sending ripples of pain/pleasure through my body. As Your cock starts a rhythm, working in and out of me i feel Your hand slide down to remove the clamp from my clit, crying out as i feel the blood rushing back into it while Your cock continues to pound into me. 

i finally speak, Master, i am going to cum, please may this one cum for You? You grip my hips tight and slam Your cock deep into me as You say Yes, little one , cum for Your Master. A guttural cry escapes my lips as my fingers wrap around the arm of the chair and grip it tightly and my body stiffens and releases for You. my juices flowing freely out of my pussy and onto Your balls as i feel you releasing Your cum deep inside me. my whole body trembles as i cum for You. You slowly slide out of me and undo my bindings, letting my body collapse against the chair. Sighing as i feel the warm, wet cloths applied to my back side, soothing the marks, then the cream You gently rub over them. i turn slowly to look into Your eyes, i love You Master.



A Master of the Night



My name is Amy Richards. I'm a regular girl, or at least I'd like to think so. Actually, that's a lie. I'm a total tomboy. Always had been. I'm around five-foot-four, with milky white skin, pale gray eyes and short black hair. I am the sort of girl who loves comic books, action movies and adores football. Yeah, I know. You don't meet too many like me. Let me tell you my story. Recently, I got fired from my job as a police officer. 

I once worked for the Boston police department. I loved my job. It's sort of the family business. My father, Andrew Richards made detective sergeant with the Boston P.D. before he retired after eighteen years on the force. He was a legend in Boston. A heck of a cop. My mother, Elisabeth Johnson Richards was a Suffolk County district attorney for ten years. As you can see, I come from a family where law enforcement is almost mandatory as a career and we all grow up with a strong sense of justice.

I was just doing my job and I got fired for nothing. I was on patrol, alone, and got called in on this domestic disturbance call. It was some house in the Back Bay. I found this woman holding a bat. She had used it to attack and injure her boyfriend. Both the woman and her boyfriend were familiar to me. Her name was Anne and she was a violent psycho if you ask me. Her boyfriend Tom was a gentle soul who wouldn't hurt a fly. Anne had anger issues. Why Tom stayed with her is beyond me. I arrested Anne for domestic violence and called an ambulance for Tom, who had a broken arm. Oh, I forget the part where I slugged Anne in the face for what she did to that poor man.

That's the part that got me in trouble. Anne was already in cuffs when I hit her. I wasn't supposed to do that but hey, whatever. I don't like people who abuse others. I know women who abuse men and let me tell you, they are some wicked bitches whose violence can exceed that of most violent men. You do not want to have to take on a psycho chick with anger issues. The whole incident, as I would later find out, got recorded by somebody in the neighborhood who had a camera. Some of Anne's cronies used it against me at trial. Michael Brown, the handsome black man who was also the captain of the police department I worked for had the displeasure of firing me. He wasn't happy about it but what could he do? It was either I get fired or I had to do some jail time. I chose forced retirement instead.

After I got fired from the Boston police department, my life was in shambles. I didn't know what to do. Everyone in my family worked with the law. My older brother Ernest is a police lieutenant in Milton. My younger brother Lawrence is the assistant district attorney in Plymouth County. My mother had her own law firm and my father was an instructor at the police academy in New Braintree. I couldn't face them after I had been disgraced. I simply couldn't. So, I moved away. Better to live alone and isolated from those I loved than to be around them and see the disappointment in their faces.

I moved to Worcester. It's a nice enough town in Massachusetts. I didn't mind it. I decided to make a new life for myself. I was twenty five years old and I had a Bachelors degree in Criminal Justice. There had to be some work I could do. Maybe go to law school? No way. I didn't want to be a lawyer. I ended up working as an armed security guard for some wealthy schmuck. I didn't even know who I was working for except that his name was Stephen Verne. 

The security agency I worked for sent me to do guard duty for Stephen Verne. I asked Marcus, one of the other guards if he knew anything about our boss. Marcus was a tall, good-looking blond guy with steely blue eyes. If he wasn't married, I would have definitely made a pass at him. Marcus told me what he knew, which wasn't much. No one knew much about Stephen Verne, except that he had peculiar habits. He asked us to guard his Back Bay mansion during the day but gave us the nights off. This was weird. Most wealthy people who hired guards expected them to be on duty at night. The night seems to make rich people especially paranoid. I guess when you've got more money than you knew what to do with, you can become paranoid.

None of us knew what Mr. Verne even looked like. But one night I would find out. I decided to figure out who I was working for. The man who never came out of the mansion during the day. I parked my car not far from the mansion around six one evening. As soon as it got dark, the doors opened and a man came out. I was not prepared for the sight that I beheld. A tall, good-looking black man wearing a business suit came out of the house. I could tell that he was the boss judging by the way his entourage treated him. With respect and something very much like fear. I was very much surprised.

Stephen Verne was a fine-looking man! My curiosity was piqued and I decided to find out more about this reclusive man. I followed him around. No, I'm not a stalker, I'm just curious! Stephen Verne walked out of the mansion, leaving his entourage, which seemed to be made up of a tall, elderly black man and an older black woman, behind. He strode through the streets. I watched him with my binoculars. His face was handsome and he was looking at everything. Almost like a man who just out of a house and hadn't been outside in a long time.

Stephen Verne walked through the quiet, easy streets of the Back Bay. He headed toward Arlington, closer to Copley Square. I got out of my car, parked it and followed suit. He went into Copley Mall. I went in after him. I've been inside Copley Mall before and generally I don't like it. Most of the people inside are loaded and since I am not, I feel out of places. I don't wear dresses ( unless my mother forces me to attend one of her events) but I can't imagine paying three grand for one. No way. That's three months worth of rent money.

Stephen Verne walked through the crowd of people inside the large mall, which was a who's who of Boston's rich and famous as well as some of the middle class people. Stephen went inside, and blended in. There weren't that many black people in there but there were plenty of men and women of various races who were well-dressed and seemed to be having a good time. My hunky boss went into one of the upstairs restaurants. I stood outside, looking. He sat down and ordered a drink. After a while, someone came and sat next to him. A tall and handsome black man dressed in an expensive black suit. Stephen Verne's friend, I think.

I watched the two of them sit down and talk. I smiled. Two handsome, well-dressed men. I wish I could be with them! My hopes were dashed when my boss leaned closer to the other man and kissed him on the lips. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that my handsome, reclusive, nocturnal boss was gay? As I watched them kiss, I came to that conclusion. Oh, well. My boss was a black hunk. He was rich. He was also gay. I just can't get lucky, can I? I was about to leave when something unexpected happened.

My boss was kissing his friend and neither of them noticed a man who sat at another table, watching them with disgust on his face. Suddenly, the man rose up and pulled something from inside his vest. My eyes locked onto it. A gun, he had a gun! Someone shouted. Women started panicking and screaming. My boss looked at the man, who stood perhaps ten feet away, with a gun pointed at him. I pulled out my gun and crossed the distance, intent on taking down this maniac before he killed my boss.

Stephen Verne rose from his seat and looked at the man. The man shouted some obscenities about queers and gesticulated with the gun. That's when Stephen rushed him. Moving faster than I could have anticipated, Stephen grabbed the man and lifted him off the floor with one hand. I was close enough to marvel at it with wide eyes. My boss  threw the man against the wall, twenty feet away. The man hit the wall and landed on the floor with a sickening thud. He lay still. 

Stephen Verne stood over him, watching. Around the restaurant, people were moving closer to look at the maniac's inert body and the man who had taken him down. I pulled my piece back into my pocket since it was no longer needed. I reached Stephen first. He looked at me and I took a step back. His eyes...there was something wrong with them. For a second, I thought they were completely black. Stephen blinked, and I saw that his eyes were normal. Beautiful, but normal. I must have been seeing things.

Stephen looked at me, then looked back at his friend, who still sat there, as if everything were fine. He was very composed and didn't look worried at all. I looked from one of them to the other. They looked at each other without speaking and some agreement passed between them. Stephen's eyes were back on me. He took a step toward me. I felt my heart skip a beat. What a handsome guy! 

A moment later, two police officers arrived. I recognized one of them. Officer Matthew Jackson, of my old precinct. He looked at me questioningly. I greeted him, and told him what happened. He talked with Stephen and a few other people around the place. Other cops arrived there shortly. Some of them looked at the fallen man while taking statements from various witnesses. This was standard police procedure. The fallen maniac was put into an ambulance.

I watched Stephen and his friend, who had identified himself as Paul walk out of the restaurant. There they were, two handsome, well-dressed black men who were obviously in love with each other. I knew that there was definitely something out of the ordinary with Stephen Verne. Definitely more than meets the eye. My boss who lived a nocturnal existence had eyes that went completely black sometimes and he displayed superhuman strength and speed when threatened. I was definitely going to keep an eye on him and not for the reasons you might think. Whatever his secret was, I was going to figure it out. 



A Master Stakes His Claim



You kneel before your Master with your back straight, hands resting upon your thighs, knees far enough apart for your lips of pleasure to part slightly revealing the glistening moisture of your sexual excitement. Master has allowed you to dress for the evening. You are wearing a pair of skin-tight black leather chaps that sensually encase and caress your beautiful long legs. Your feet are in a pair of black stiletto heels. The chaps come to the top of your thighs on the outside of your legs and they come up to almost touching the edges of your silken labia on the inside of your thigh. The black leather garter-like ties attach to the supple black belt circling your small waist. Your creamy white skin is accentuated by the blackness of the soft leather. Your cunt is newly clean-shaven; your Master prefers a shaven look. While kneeling, you can feel the tightness of the chaps pulling your pussy lips even farther apart adding to your erotic arousal. You are so hot you feel your own moisture dampening the edges of the chaps. Your top is a matching black leather vest cut in a peasant look that leaves your breasts clearly exposed. The gold-chained clips are tightly attached to your engorged nipples sending sharp pains of delight through your body. Your shining brunette hair is worn short as you always do and your Master commands you to not wear makeup. He feels that you are naturally beautiful. This causes you to smile both inside and out because your Master is pleased with you and he finds you a naturally beautiful pleasure slave. 

Around your neck is a thin black leather collar with a gold ring for a leash to be attached. Your Master says, “Pleasure, we are going out tonight. While we are outside, I will allow you to walk…but I expect you to walk directly behind me and obey the commands of the leash. However, until we leave the house and when we are inside the club, I expect you to crawl before me on the leash.” This sends a chill down your spine since you love to crawl for your Master. The total feeling of submission, through being leashed and forced to crawl like an animal in front of your Master, is one that you have come to enjoy. 

“Let’s go to the car”, Master commands. You almost purr as you uncurl from your kneeling position and began to crawl to the garage. You feel your muscles stretch sinuously as you slink on the leash in front of your Master. You can feel his eyes riveted upon your bare bottom and you do your best to give him a show as you saucily undulated the cheeks of your beautiful ass You intentionally placed your knees wider apart each time you crawl. You can feel this spreading your ass cheeks at every step giving your Master an unobstructed view of your wet and swollen pussy lips and occasional glimpses of your tight puckered anus. You hear a sound of approval from your Master and are thrilled that you are giving him visual pleasure. You so enjoy being a naughty and dirty slut for your Master. You crawl into the back seat of the car and lie quietly. You luxuriate in the sensations of the cool leather upholstery touching and hardening your nipples.

You exit the car and follow your Master into the foyer of what appears to be an up-scale warehouse building. As he signs in, he is greeted warmly by the very attractive blonde receptionist. A feeling of jealousy tightens inside your chest. 

“I can tell by the look in her eyes that she has the fire of pleasure in her belly”, commented the comely blonde.

“I saw the same exquisite fire when I first laid eyes upon her”, your Master agreed. “ I’m also happy to say that I have not been disappointed in her sexual appetite and willingness to please.” You inwardly smile at the compliment from your Master and stand a little taller, push your breasts out a little fuller and lift your beautiful ass a little more provocatively. 

“Look how your slave is sending her nonverbal message of territorial protection”, observed the blonde. “This one is full of the passion for delight. I love her height, her slim and elegant build and those gorgeous long legs. If you need any help in her registration, I would be glad to lend a helping hand in subduing her”, offered the blonde.

A strange feeling was overtaking you. As this beautiful blonde woman was offering to help, you could feel her eyes travelling across your body. Her eyes seemed to cloud over as they stopped and took in your breasts, your ass, and your wet and excited sex. What surprised you, as much, was your response. You were being on by this sexual attention. Other women have never really appealed to you before, but you were enjoying this obviously lustful attention by this blonde stranger. You also began to check the blonde out in an obvious sexual manner. Long straight and lustrous blonde locks framed her very pretty face. Underneath her tight black sweater, you could see very large and erect nipples showing through her tight black sweater. You would have loved to see below her waste, but the registration desk blocked your view. Your skin was tingling in sexual excitement and you could feel the rose in your cheeks starting to flare when your budding fantasy was interrupted by a loud command from your Master.

“Assume the position”, ordered your Master. This was the first command that you had learned. Secretly, it was also your favorite. At this command the slave is immediately to drop to the floor and lie upon her back. She is to bring her knees to her chest and then allow her legs to gracefully fall open. Her arms are to lie straight along the side of her body. This ultimate position of compliance and obedience opens the slave’s labia and exposes her points of pleasure to her Master. At this point, the Master can physically take the slave or admire her sexual beauty. From a slave’s perspective, you particularly enjoyed opening yourself completely to your Master and you reveled in the sensation of control by your Master. You likened it to an animal rolling over on its stomach and offering its neck to a superior foe. It was your ultimate and favorite signal of surrender and submission.

“Pleasure, you are forgetting your position”, angrily stated your Master. “ You are my pleasure slave. You are to be enjoyed by any free person at any time. If I want a male friend to enjoy your physical gifts, you will give them to him. If I want to share you or if I decide that you are to be enjoyed by a woman, then you accept that as your very enjoyable duty. The appraising looks that you were giving Stefanie are completely unacceptable and will not be tolerated”, finished your Master.

Lying on your back with your legs open in front of another woman has a curious effect upon you. Yes, you are being properly chastised, but you can also feel the eyes of the attractive blonde receptionist, Stefanie, centered upon the core of your sex. You can’t help getting more excited by the second. You feel your juices flowing out of your hot and wet cunt. You can feel them seeping down out of your pussy and slowly approach, then moisten, the tight opening of your ass. You feel so cheap and dirty exposing your cunt and ass to this beautiful woman. Further, you feel like a wanton whore by being excited by the whole scene. You have never experienced another woman, but you yearn for the touch of this blonde stranger.

“Stefanie, it appears that you have fueled the fire of my beautiful, but, tempestuous slut”, observed your Master. “I will indeed ask for your assistance in her registration process, if you are interested.” The blonde gave a husky and throaty answer of acceptance and then abruptly departed. 

“Come Pleasure, it is time for you to be properly registered”, said your Master. You saucily crawl through several sets of doors until you reached a small quiet room full of soft, multi-colored pillows and curtains. A large man wordlessly appears, looks over your body and nods approvingly.

“You seem to have the knack in finding the most pure in pleasure”, mused the stranger. “You can see the lust and passion oozing out of this one just by looking at her. Do you want your brand on her biceps or her inner thigh?” he asked.

Brand!…what were they talking about.

“I like the inside of her thigh”, answered your Master. “The biceps ruins the beauty of the woman. She is too beautiful of a pleasure slave to disfigure her lines.”

“Do you want to use a local or no anaesthetic?” queried the large man.

“None, I’m having Stefanie help manage her senses”, stated you Master.

“Have you chosen a name for the registry?” the large man asked.

Your Master looked in your eyes, saw your concern and told you what was to happen. He told you that all slaves need to be registered and each slave bares the mark of their Master. It is a brand permanently seared into the skin. Each slave also has her name entered into the slave registry to finalize the process.

“You may give the registrar your name”, ordered your Master.

“My name is Pleasure”, you proudly stated.

“I’ve never heard a more appropriate name”, happily observed the registrar of slaves. “Strip and follow me”, he commanded.

You complied quickly and crawled behind him obediently into one of the curtained rooms. Inside was a table eerily similar to an exam table in a gynecologist’s office, but with higher, longer, but more comfortable looking stirrups. You climbed upon the wider table and your legs were spread and strapped into the stirrups.

“Do you want me to strap her arms?” asked the registrar.

“No, she may have use for them…please elevate her body and head so she can see comfortably”, your Master said. “Stefanie, she is ready for your assistance”, your Master announced.

At that, the curtain parted and in walked the beautiful blonde receptionist. She made immediate eye contact with you and proceeded to stand at the end of the table between your spread legs. Slowly, she pulled her black sweater over her head and revealed the most perfect set of breasts that you had ever seen. They set high on her chest with no hint of sag…they were porcelain white with tiny blue wisps of veins in the succulent orbs. At the tip of each breast was a large strawberry colored areola that was swollen with heat. In the middle of each areola was an incredibly large and erect nipple. They were at least a full ½ inch in length and were the circumference of your ring finger. Your mouth moistened involuntarily at the thought of one of those large nipples between your lips. She smiled at your hooded eyes and told you she was glad that you found her attractive. Next, she pulled down her camelhair skirt to expose boyishly slim hips that were crossed by a black lace thong. Turning, she removed her thong and showed you her slim but very firm buttocks. 

She stood directly in front of you and, with her eyes connected with yours, began massaging her own breasts. She took her globes in her hands and kneaded her tits pleasurably. Her fingers grabbed her nipples and pulled and tugged at them making them even more extended. She twisted her nipples until she squealed in pleasure and excitement. Slowly, she cupped her left breast and brought the nipple to her lips and seductively ran her tongue over the excited end. 

“I see that you like this”, Stefanie observed. You had not realized that you had been mirroring her movements kneading and pulling on your own breasts and nipples. Though smaller in size than hers, your breasts were as equally as sensitive. “Would you like me to do this to your hard nipples, Pleasure?” she asked.

The whore inside of you exploded and without hesitation you answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

She came around the side of the table and gently traced the outline of your breasts with her painted fingernail. She began lazily crisscrossing your breast with her nails playfully eluding your super-sensitive nipples. Slowly she increased the pressure until she was not so gently scratching your breasts…a moan of pleasure escaped your lips.

“I knew you liked the pain, you’re just like I am…a slave, a slut, a whore, to my physical pleasures and releases”, she lustily observed. She took your nipples between her fingers and began to twist and pull.

“Oh, God”, you involuntarily cried out as the pain and pleasure threshold began to increase.

“Does that hurt?” she asked.

“Yes”, you whimpered.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked.

You were almost embarrassed by the immediate answer from your lips, “No, don’t stop.”

“Do you want me to do it harder?…Do you want me to make it hurt more?” Stefanie pressed as she continued to increase the pressure of the pulling and intensity of the twisting of your nipples.

“Yes, do it harder…do it harder! Make my nipples flame with pain. I want it to hurt and feel the loveliness of pain. Make me beg for pain and release my beautiful, Mistress’” you groaned.

Suddenly, you felt her hands leaving your breasts to be replaced with her lips and mouth. You watched mesmerized as she suckled your breast and nipple. Soon you could feel the ridges of her teeth scraping your full nipples. First, she gently nipped and the end of your tit. Soon she became more brazen and began biting harder into your nipple.

“Yes, yes. Bite my nipples…bite them harder”, you pleaded, as you took her head in your hands and pulled her mouth tighter on to your breast. The only thing you could think of was to increase the exquisite pleasure of the stinging and biting pain that was being introduced to your breast. Your legs were straining at the stirrups trying to spread wider to provide some form of relief from the excitement that was flowing from the folds of your incredibly wet pussy. 

You weren’t really sure when she stopped biting and sucking your tits. Time was becoming inconsequential…the only time now important was how long must you wait for your release and orgasm. You came to your wits and noticed that this beautiful blonde was now kneeling between your legs.

“Pleasure, do you want to feel another woman’s tongue inside of you?” Stefanie coquettishly asked. “If you do, you’ll need to beg me to do it”, she slyly added.

Another woman going down to lick and kiss you at this spot has never entered your mind. The naughtiness of letting another woman make oral love to your cunt has got to be the dirtiest and sluttiest thing a woman can do. But, God, the thought of the ecstasy that she could bring you was making you waver and shake uncontrollably in anticipation. She made your decision for you when you felt her finger trace the outlines of your cunt lips. The undersides of your lips are silky smooth and very sensitive. She slowly spread the swollen lips and peered directly into your vaginal opening. You could feel her breath on the wetness of your vagina. She was now gently blowing a stream of air across your sexual opening tingling the senses and setting your mind reeling. You had to feel the tongue of this blonde woman on your sex or you were going to explode.

“Please, Stefanie I beg you to eat me and make me come”, you pleaded. “I want to be tasted by another woman and feel the pleasures that your tongue can produce. Lick my wet hole and suck my hard clit until I come. Please, Stefanie I beg you.”

You feel her breath getting closer until you feel the gentle lick of her tongue along the side of your cunt lip. You thrust your hips up trying to drive the foreign tongue deep inside of you. 

“Yes”, you scream, “Eat me, taste me, fuck me with your tongue.” You can’t believe how vulgar you are talking and you can’t believe how gloriously vulgar you are feeling. You are an animal that needs physical release….that’s when it really hit you…you are just that, an animal to be pleased and provide pleasure to others…what a beautiful role to fill!

You feel Stefanie’s skilled tongue lapping up and down the slit of your pussy lips. She licks rings around your opening slowly getting closer with each lick. Gently, the tip of her tongue teases the opening and then she FORCES her tongue deep into your vagina. Her hands are underneath your ass squeezing your cheeks and digging her nails into your skin. Your hands are brazenly spreading your lips and cunt wider so your female lover can explore deeper inside of you. You push your pussy onto her face as you feel her tongue snaking inside of you. 

Her fingers soon replace her tongue. She knows how and where to touch you that a man can never know. She is taking you to new and different levels of excitement. She is ramming and finger fucking your cunt furiously one moment and then the next she is slowly swirling one finger inside of you touching spots that no one has ever found. You can barely find time to breathe as she lifts you from one pleasure plateau to the next.

“It is time my beautiful slut”, Stefanie murmurs. With that she puts her lips to your blood filled clit and begins to ravenously suck. Soon you are about to enter into the arms of a tremendous orgasm when she suddenly pulls her mouth from your clit and cries out “Open your eyes slave and see what is being done to you.”

You open your eyes as you feel her mouth returning to your most sensitive spot. She is sucking your clit vigorously and now begins to finger fuck your cunt. You see and feel the registrar pulling your right leg away from Stefanie’s face. In his right hand is an electric branding iron that he is bringing closer to your skin. NO!, they are going to brand me like a cattle! But you are helpless in more ways than one. Physically you are restrained and sexually you are so close to a momentous orgasm that you are powerless to stop either one of them.

The branding iron presses into the inside of your right thigh just as your crest into your uncontrollable orgasm. The sizzle and smell of burning flesh fills your nostrils…it’s your burning flesh! The pain is like nothing you have ever experienced before. White and blue lights dance before your eyes. White-hot pain and heat are coming simultaneously from your thigh and your cunt to meld inside of your brain. Tears begin running down your face…not tears of pain…tears of pleasure as the pain of the burn and the delight of the ecstasy couple to produce the most incredible orgasm ever.

“Yes, make it hurt, give me pain…give me more. I love it. The pleasure that pain produces is something I want more of. It makes me feel more alive than I have ever felt…it takes me higher than I have ever been. I am a slave to pleasure and pain”, you offer as you slump in physical exhaustion.

Stefanie turned to your Master and said quietly, “I knew that she had the fire of pleasure in her belly, but she is exquisite.”

“Pleasure”, your Master begins, “Turn about is only fair play. I want you to tell me how you will please Stefanie and me for all the delight we have brought to your body…. Lovely readers, if you would like to let me know what you think Pleasures should do to please her Master and her beautiful female lover, it may become part of the next story…Thank you.



A Master Talks



Cock Worship

Of course, the best way to start out is to find a woman who adores your dick and wants nothing else but to suck it, lick it and consume everything that comes out of it. The reality is that you are not going to come across her and you are going to have to train the one you have got.

As with all training, this is done by a consistent system of rewards and punishments that create a conditioning that results in your woman serving your cock with absolute devotion in the knowledge that all of the security, joys and comforts in her life come from serving it well and all her pain and worry comes when she fails to do her duty to it properly.

The system is very simple, but it must be done with absolute consistency. Every time that she wants anything of any kind, make her get on her knees, naked, in front of you and work your prick with her mouth until you are satisfied. When you are completely happy with the service she has provided, listen to her request and see that she is rewarded in proportion to the pleasure that she has provided. Once she has learned to associate all the good things in life with a belly full of your sperm and piss, that will be what she most wants to have.

Set a strict regime of service and rules that have to be complied with meticulously. A major part of your household life must be a period of cock worship at least once every day. What this entails depends entirely on what pleases you. My own preference is to have my cock sucked to comletion as soon as I wake up every morning. In the evening I like to relax on the sofa and have my prick sucked and licked for between half and hour and an hour. If I become inclined I will give her a throat fuck whenever I want to and at least once a week I have her drink a bladder full of my piss. All of these duties must be carried out to perfection. Any gagging or spilling of cum or piss must be punished. If ever she shows signs of losing interest of failing to put her full energy and skill into her work she must also be punished.

A woman who has been trained to worship your cock every day of her life is also a woman who likes to be submissive and who needs to serve you

A lot of effort, but what do you get out of all this? Well you will have a woman who feels safe and secure in her life knowing exactly what is expected of her and what she has to do to have complete security and satisfaction in her life. You get to have your sexual needs thoroughly and expertly serviced all of the time and to know that you have the respect and attention that you have worked for and deserve.

How to spank a woman

The first thing to be said is that spanking is a controlled activity. Whether it is for punishment, maintenance or just because you feel like it, the spanking needs to be done in a structured way. Spanking should never be done in haste or anger and without consideration of the effects.

Where to spank

The bottom was clearly made for spanking. It can take a lot of punishment without injury and presents a glorious sight when it is glowing red and hot. However, other parts of a woman's body provide suitable and satisfying targets. The inner thighs, belly, breasts and vagina may all be spanked with benefit for the spanker and the recipient.

The head and face are no go areas for spanking. You may give a slap on the cheek at times if that is your way, but it is not spanking and need not be dealt with here. Spanking should not be done above the crack of the buttocks at the back. The coccyx will bruise easily and the kidneys are vulnerable above that. With plenty of more interesting places to decorate with your marks, the back as a whole should be left alone. The lower legs, feet and arms are all unworthy of spanking. You may wish to punish the hands if she has been putting them in the way, but this is really a side issue and is best corrected by proper training in presentation and submission than by caning or strapping the hands.

Presentation

Spanking should always be on bare skin for three reasons. The full effect of your efforts will not be achieved if some of it is absorbed by clothing. You need to see exactly where you are striking and the effects of the strokes to be sure that your work continues to be completely safe. Finally you should have the pleasure of seeing the results of your work as you do it.

When she is told that she is to be spanked, a woman should be required to present herself naked before her HoH. It is a matter of individual preference, but in most cases it will be best to require her to present on her knees before her HoH to be told the extent of her punishment or maintenance and to receive any verbal discipline. She may also be required to collect the discipline implements and deliver them to her man.

Not all spankings are of a specific number, but where they are it is a good additional control to require her to call out the strokes.

When the spanking is complete, she should again present herself on her knees before her HoH and thank him for giving her the correction or reminder she required. The thanks may only be verbal or could include an oral thanking service.

Position 

The traditional over the knee (otk) position is fine for a hand spanking of the bottom and it creates a close, loving contact that can be very pleasant. It is not really very good if you are using a spanking implement because you cannot get into a good enough position to deliver well aimed and effective strokes.

To spank any other part of the body and to deliver a sound thrashing with any kind of implement you need to go beyond otk. The bed is a very versatile place. Face down and with two or three pillows under her is excellent for any hard bottom spanking.

Breast spanking is best done standing or in an upright kneeling position. Ensure that the breasts themselves are receiving the strokes and they are not falling on the ribs. Special care must be taken if she is small breasted and in most case nothing heavier than a crop should be used on the breasts. It will sometimes be good to have her hold her breasts up to be spanked.

Having her lying on her back grasping her ankles wide apart is a good position for spanking the vagina and the inner thighs.

Flat on the back is fine for spanking the belly. Do not go as high as the ribs or as low as the hips.

Implements

The hand is the most convenient spanking implement and the one which everybody should start off with. But this site is for ultras and the hand will never be enough on its own.

The range of belts. floggers, paddles, whips, canes, etc is enormous and I will not go into them in detail. It is a good idea to stick to the ancient rule of thumb. That is never to use a cane thicker than your thumb. Swishy and whippy is better than heavy and thudding. Punishment is meant to be painful, but it is not intended to injure.

Some implements are better suited to some tasks than others. A belt or flogger is good for use on the vagina although some people like to use a wooden spoon. The crop is good on the breasts (remember the Story of O). Every implement that is fit for spanking can be used on the bottom. The cane should not be used on the breasts unless she is particularly suitable and you both know what can be done without injury.

How much and how often

Whether you limit the session by number of strokes or by length of time, there needs to be a fixed limit that you set before you start and you stick to it. If she misbehaves, or fails to maintain standards while she is being spanked you can add to the original tariff, but at all times control must be maintained. Everybody is different so it is not possible to specify a fixed amount of punishment as a limit. The guidance must always be to ensure that injury is avoided. Failure to maintain reasonable discipline will be harmful to your marriage, but losing control and going beyond the boundaries of what your partner can take will destroy the most valuable thing in your life.

Some people have daily spankings and sometimes even more than once a day, but this is the exception. It is more normal for maintenance to be once or twice a week. Punishment must be as often as it is needed and if there are too many punishment spankings there will need to be an increase in maintenance. The point is to get the session to be sufficiently painful to be a deterrent to misbehaviour and then the frequency will not need to be too great.

The joys of Tit Whipping

Your first requirement is to ensure that you have a woman with big enough tits. If she has got a couple of fried eggs you will end up thrashing her ribs and that is no good at all. It helps to push the tits out and you can do this by tying them tight at the base. You could use washing line or similar cord, but it is better and quicker to use broad elastic such as might be used in the waist band of a skirt or underpants. Have her sew the elastic into two rings tight enough to squeeze the base of her tits so that they jut out and go red from the constriction of blood flow. After a while the tits will go purple.

The cane is not a good implement for tit punishment. Those of you who have read 'The Story of O' will know that she considered the riding crop to be the perfect instrument for tit whipping. It is very nice, but it hurts a lot. O was able to take very severe punishment and you need to have lighter alternatives as well. A multi-tailed leather shoelace whip is very good and you can also use a leather belt. Some paddles are OK, especially leather ones. Of course you can use your hand, but it doesn't produce beautiful marks and it is not adequate for thorough punishment.

Tits are beautiful things to be enjoyed and they become even more beautiful when striped with welts and coloured with the many shades of bruising.. When you are ready to punish her tits, select the implements that you are going to use, put on her tit bands and you may also wish to handcuff her behind her back or tie her wrists together to keep her hands out of the way. She must be naked and the best starting position is kneeling upright. Warm up with some lighter strokes on the top of the tits and increase the strength of the blows or change to a heavier implement after a few opening strokes. When you have thoroughly marked the tops of her tits get her up onto her feet, lift one tit by the nipple and start work on the sides and underneath. When you have done enough on one move to the other tit and work round that.

By this time her tits will be purple and extensively marked with welts. She will probably be crying and maybe begging you to let her drink your piss or lick your ass if you will stop the punishment. When you are happy with your work and think that she has had enough punishment, why not give her a bladder full and let her get her tongue in your sphincter. Do it in front of a mirror so that you can watch her battered tits wobble as her head goes in and out of your ass.

When you have had enough of this attention why not make her dress with a very low cut, revealing top and call your mates round for a drink. You will be the envy of the neighbourhood.

Pubic Hair

Men can have hair wherever it grows. No more need be said about that.

For ladies, you cannot be truly naked in front of your man with a bush between your legs. It must be removed completely. It is no more acceptable to cover your crotch with hair than it is to have hairy armpits or a moustache.

Whether you do it by shaving regularly, using depilatory creams or having it removed more permanently, an important part of your presentation is to see that you are perfectly smooth without a hint of stubble whenever you are in the presence of your HoH.

Oral Thanks

A woman's most important sexual organ is her mouth. It is her mouth that may have earned her punishment,but also her mouth by which she may complete her opportunity to give thanks to her HoH after he has given her the correction she needs and deserves.

When a punishment spanking has been completed it is appropriate for a woman to kneel before her man and thank him for her correction. Her thanks will be accepted and the infraction giving rise to the punishment will have been erased, but she may well feel the need to demonstrate her thanks more fully and reinforce the leadership of her man by servicing him more fully with her mouth.

Fellatio

The trusty blow job is always appreciated and a woman can show the sincerity of her thanks and her desire to serve by sucking her man to completion. It is disrespectful to spit out, or otherwise dispose of, his ejaculate so she should swallow it. Many men like to see their seed in the mouth before it is swallowed and if this is the case,she should make sure that she does so.

Expert sucking, licking and tongue work will be excellent service. However, if your man becomes very aroused during this service he may wish to take control of your head and penetrate your throat. You should surrender your throat to him in exactly the same way as you would receive him in your vagina or anus. To do so without gagging or being sick is an acquired skill and it is better that you should thoroughly learn it before he wants to have your throat vigorously after punishment. In the normal course of gentle love making there will be opportunities to swallow your HoH's member when you are fellating him if he has not already required this from you. Take every opportunity to learn and make him aware that you are keen to learn.

Fellatio to completion will be a perfect sealing of a woman's thanks to her HoH in many if not most circumstances. On the occasions when she wishes to show greater humility there are at least two options that she may consider requesting to perform.

Analingus

Whether it is immediately after punishment or when fellatio has been completed, a woman may ask her HoH if she might lick his anus. If he agrees she will kneel behind him, spread his buttocks and press her tongue to his sphincter. She will then lick vigorously around the entrance and probe with her tongue for as long as he wishes her to continue. Stimulation by the tongue of the sensitive nerve ends around the anus is especially pleasurable and will earn his approval as well as reinforcing the extent of her contrition and thanks.

Living Urinal

For those women who cannot imagine having urine in their mouth, it should first be made clear that in a healthy person (and you should know that your man is healthy) it is completely sterile and it will certainly not do you any harm. Remember that this man is the most important person in your life. He loves, nurtures and supports you and you have recently done something that has required him to punish you. Your spanking was not pleasant and urine will not be your first choice of drink, but there is no better way for you to show your complete humility and devotion than to ask to take his waste.

You should kneel before him and ask if you might be allowed to serve as his urinal. There are two techniques and it is a matter of preference which you choose. In the first option you will take him into your mouth and close your lips around his penis. When the flow starts you will begin to swallow and continue until he is finished. You will then lick him clean. If he has a strong flow it may take a little practice to ensure that you a re able to swallow quickly enough to be sure that you do not cough and cause spillage.

The other option is to hold your mouth open and have him fill it and then stop. He can see your mouth filled with urine and you swallow each mouthful one by one. Your HoH may appreciate the additional visual stimulation from this method, but it subjects him to the inconvenience of stopping his flow each time your mouth is full. It is entirely a matter of choice and you should discover the preference of your man.

For some couples urinal duty, or even analingus, is beyond their limits of acceptability. Fair enough, it is a personal choice, but when you enter ultra DD this degree of service should be a part of the relationship even if it is only required on rare occasions.

One final point. If the HoH requires any of these things at any time his woman should be ready and willing to perform them and to expect punishment if she demurs in any way, but for her to offer this special adoration of her man in thanks for his leadership will help to cement the relationship, improve happiness and give her the enormous security and contentment that comes from knowing she appreciates her man to the fullest extent possible. 



A Master Talks Ch. 02



As humans we are all different, but there are generalities that apply to enough people to make them worthwhile general principles which will be beneficial if applied wherever possible and appropriate.

The generalities that concern me here are that men are naturally dominant over women in their sexual relations and that women like to submit to men who are strong enough to take them. The press are reporting that after forty years of Women's Liberation women are no happier. Women have just as much right as men to have careers, take part in politics and do whatever else they want. The problem is that women have a natural urge to be be protected and have the security they need to bring up children. Men have a natural need to compete and then enjoy what they have secured in their 'hunt'.

The solution is straightforward. We must recognise that all human beings have an equal right to choose the lives that suit them and then government and society must stop trying to tell people what to do in their private and personal lives. I am entirely happy to answer to a woman boss at work, but my woman is at her most beautiful naked, on her knees and with my prick in her mouth as she looks up at me with loving eyes. She is filled with joy when I take her head in my hands and fuck her throat. When I cum she shows me her mouthful before swallowing it all down. Does she like the taste? I don't know; I don't ask her. What she does like a great deal is to please me. She swallows my cum every day of her life and you do not dislike things which you have so often.

My wife gets a firm maintenance spanking at least once a week and if she displeases me in any way I give her a punishment spanking with a cane, crop, whip or paddle. She cries when she has been punished and it hurts her, but she is never permanently damaged by it and when she has finished thanking me for her correction she always cuddles up to feel the warmth of my love and to relax in the security that I give to her. She knows that whatever she might do to upset me, and she really doesn't do much, it will be dealt with right away and then forgotten. I value her beyond anything else in the world and I will never leave her or reject her. By satisfying the needs given to us by our hormones we are both very happy and fulfilled in the love of each other.

Although the relationship I have described is entirely natural, it is necessary for people to be trained and conditioned to want and accept natural things. A normally modest woman may well feel shyness at being naked before her new husband and she may feel even more awkward about presenting herself to him so that he can enjoy her sexually or discipline her. The new wife should be shown how to present herself naked to her husband and be required to do it at least daily.

When it comes to sucking a cock in a way that gives the greatest pleasure or taking its full length into her throat, these things take thorough training and plenty of practice. Similarly with fucking her ass or having her give you a good rimming there will be a need to develop her physical capabilities and to remove any reticence she may have grown up with.

My nephew Denis is twenty years old and he was born with Downs Syndrome. Like many people with his condition Denis is a friendly and pleasant guy. A short while ago my sister was greatly embarrassed when her next door neighbour told her that she felt she could no longer sunbathe in her back yard because when she did Denis looked at her from his bedroom window and wanked himself off. I sympathised with her and said that I would talk to Denis. He has sexual needs and you can't do anything about that so I resolved to try to find a way to help him understand that he could get relief without causing problems for his mother.

I asked Denis if he would like to come out for a ride in the car with me. He loves going out so he didn't take any persuading, especially as he knew his Mum wasn't pleased with him. While we were driving we discussed how he liked ladies and told him that he should only play with his dick or get it out with a lady who wanted him to do it. He got a bit upset because he thought he was in trouble again. Then I asked him if he would like a lady he could touch without her clothes on. Very excitedly he said that he would.

We drove to my place. When we got indoors I called Wendy over and she welcomed Denis. I explained to her that Denis was feeling unhappy and we were going to help him. I told her to go to the bedroom and present herself. There was a momentary glance of surprise towards me and Denis, but she said nothing and didn't delay.

I got Denis a Coke from the fridge and sat him down.

"Auntie Wendy would like you to touch her and she will do things to make you feel happy. It is allowed with Auntie Wendy and you won't get into any trouble at all. Do you understand?"

Denis nodded, but he looked as though he was still out of favour.

Denis finished his Coke and enough time had passed for Wendy to prepare.

"Come on Denis."

When I opened the bedroom door and showed him in, Wendy was kneeling, naked and with her knees apart. She had her hands clasped behind her head. On the bed were her correction implements laid out in a line.

Denis stood with his mouth open. I started to take off my clothes and told Denis to do the same. He looked at Wendy and then me.

"It's OK Denis. Get your clothes off. With Auntie Wendy it is allowed."

"Wendy. Tell Denis that he can do whatever I tell him to with you."

"Yes Master. Yes Denis I am yours to use however your uncle wishes."

Seeing me naked with my prick rampant Denis started taking off his clothes. As he was pulling things off in shaky excitement I took Wendy by the hair and pushed my prick into her mouth.

Denis was beside me as I started fucking her face.

"Would you like to feel Auntie Wendy's tits and pussy?"

"Yes Uncle."

"Go on then. Suck and lick them if you want to."

He needed no more invitation. Doubts and inhibitions had gone now. While I continued to pump into her mouth and throat, Denis slobbered over her tits and then dived his face into her wet cunt. When I was feeling close to cumming I told Denis to get up and watch. I took out my prick and shot a large load into Wendy's open mouth.

"See that in her mouth Denis? That's where you put yours too. We don't want any on the floor or over your clothes. You be nice and tidy and make sure it goes into Auntie Wendy's mouth."

"OK swallow."

She gulped down the mouthful then put out her tongue showing an empty mouth.

Denis was playing with himself and his good sized prick was standing very firmly to attention.

"Are you ready to put it in her mouth?

He didn't answer. He walked shyly towards Wendy still wanking slowly. I took her head and pushed her face onto him. As she started to suck I took Denis's hand and placed it on the back of her head.

"Do you put it in a lady's mouth?" Said Denis

"If she wants you to. You can put yours into Auntie Wendy's mouth whenever you want to. Do you like it?

"Yes Uncle. It's warm and it tingles."

"Good. Push it in as hard as you like and keep it there until you fill her mouth with cream like I did."

I didn't need to say any more. He was already groaning. He pulled her nose hard into his pubic bone and spasmed.

Denis went and sat on the bed smiling as I had never seen him smile before. I picked up a long, leather paddle and Wendy immediately put her forehead on the carpet and thrust her ass high.

"If Auntie Wendy ever hurts your dick with her teeth or doesn't please you properly, this is what you do."

I gave her three hard strokes with the paddle across both buttocks. The cheeks reddened up very bright and I invited Denis to come over and feel the hot skin.

"Just the three strokes on her bum with this one." I said. Handing the paddle to Denis.

I bent over with my hands on the bed and gave the command "ass."

Wendy scooted across on her knees, spread my ass cheeks and pushed her tongue into my sphincter. I let her lick for a minute or two and then said to Denis.

"She isn't pushing her tongue far enough into my ass. Give her three strokes with the paddle."

Denis looked, Raised his arm and thwacked her hard enough for me to feel her face knocked closer into my crack.

"Very good. Now the next one and make it harder."

The loud crack demonstrated that he had done just that and a little squeal came from the mouth clamped to my asshole.

"And again."

Denis can count to three OK, but he needed a bit of encouragement that it was alright to be doing this strange thing. He gave her the last stroke with good aim and plenty of force. There was a mixture of a suck and a scream at my ass before her tongue shot back in as far as it could go.

"Well done Denis. That is how you make sure that she does as she is told. Now get beside me just like this if you would like to have her tongue up your ass."

Denis did as I suggested and I ordered Wendy to lick him.

I have set up arrangements now. Whenever Denis feels the need for some sexual relief he telephones Wendy on her mobile. When he does that she must drive to him as soon as she can. She picks him up and brings him back to our house where he does what he wants with her, cums in her mouth and she takes him home. Since our first session I have taught him how to fuck her in the ass. She doesn't use contraception and we don't want any accidents so he is not allowed to fuck her cunt, but he doesn't mind that in the least. She does have a sore ass a lot so he appears to be strict, but she knows not to complain. He is a man and I am her Master. She has her instructions.

My sister doesn't have any problems now. All she knows is that Wendy takes Denis out two or three times a week and he doesn't upset the neighbours.

It really doesn't matter whether it is a soldier, an apprentice or a wife, the key to successful training lies in continual repetition, progress at a rate at which the trainee can cope and reinforcement by reward and punishment. In the workplace incentives are usually financial, but in the home you reward with kisses, hugs and whatever demonstrations of love suit you. You punish with spankings and stern guidance.

Make sure that she knows her ten commandments:

Your pleasure is my life
Anytime, anything you wish Master
On my knees to please
Cum is yum
Spitting means spanking
See prick, suck and lick
My face is for fucking
Fill my throat with love
Show sperm then swallow
Yes please Master

If you put in the effort you will have a gloriously contented home life and a long successful marriage.



A Master Talks Ch. 03



I first heard the word 'dogging' a few years ago when a well known footballer was convicted of some public order offence as a result of having sex in a public place. I don't know if this is just a British term or used in other parts of the world, but what it means is that people go to know car parks and other places under a pretence like walking the dog to have sex with strangers or watch others doing it.

From time to time I let close friends use my wife at times and in ways that I approve and always with me present, but I had never put her out for public use. The dogging case raised my interest and I did a bit of research on the Internet. That was as far as it went until last weekend.

After exchanging e-mails with two or three doggers who I had contacted I booked a night at a country house hotel in Wales. The day we were to go was my wife's maintenance day. She has maintenance regularly on the same day each week. The front of her body from her tits down to her inner thighs four inches above the knee, through between her legs and across her buttocks is designated as suitable for her training, discipline and punishment. An important part of her discipline regime is to be regularly reminded of the way her implements are used and how they feel.

Her implements are a six tailed, leather flogger, a two inch wide solid leather strap, a four inch wide plywood paddle with holes in it, a riding crop and a cane. Maintenance starts with her standing, legs apart, and her hands clasped behind her head. Starting at her tits I give her four strokes of the flogger down to her cunt. This stripes her nicely and then she lies on her back on the floor holding her ankles as far apart as possible. In that position she gets one stroke on each thigh followed by two on the cunt. She turns over onto her knees, forehead on the carpet and ass high. Four hard strokes of the cane and then she is back on her feet with hands clasped behind her head. The session is finished with two strokes of the riding crop on each tit. With the maintenance complete she drops to her knees and thanks me verbally and then properly with her mouth.

This routine normally helps her remember the rules well enough that she doesn't get punished too often, but on this occasion it failed. When we arrived at the hotel she started to unpack while I was checking out the TV and suddenly she gasped. She had placed our little toy box in the correct position by my side of the bed.

"what is it?" I said.

"Sorry Master. I forgot to bring my implements."

All rules are important, but the requirement that the correctional tools are with us at all times is certainly one that must never be neglected.

She hurriedly got off her clothes and got to her knees before me to hear her punishment.

"An open cunt belting of ten strokes."

The tears that dropped from her cheeks were not just because open cunt punishment is extremely painful, but also because she was upset to have broken a rule that she has had from the very first day that we have been together. I ordered her to prepare herself.

She went to the toybox to put on her leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs before taking out two clamps attached to long cords and putting them on the bed. I indicated to her to get on her back on the bed and I attached her ankle cuffs to her wrists. I clamped her cunt lips on either side, pulled her wide open and took the cords round her thighs to tie them in place. I wrapped my belt around my hand and lined it up on her glistening, pink insides. She took the first four strokes without a sound. Although there is no doubt that they were very painful and her body trembled, she always avoids making a noise as long as she can. Being in a hotel she will have been even more determined not to be audible outside the room.

I adjusted the clamps to keep her wide open and continued the punishment. By seven she was sobbing continuously and letting out a stifled squeal each time the belt struck home. When she said

"Eight Master" it was only just audible.

At this point, instead of standing at the bottom of the bed and strapping down onto her upthrust clit I climbed astride her and finished the cunt whipping with two down strokes. She just managed to say 'ten' loud enough for me to hear and I bent to remove the clamps. Her purple cunt lips were now so swollen that they could hardly close after they were released. I unhooked her ankles letting her legs down and she held them wide apart for a moment. As she started to try to come to thank me for her punishment I told her that, exceptionally, she could have five minutes while I had a piss and poured myself a drink.

It was the third time that she had sucked my cock that day so I was quite a long time before I was ready to cum. During that time I explained to her for the first time what was going to happen later in the evening. She knew that she was to be used while we were away, but had assumed that it would be by one, or at most two, of my friends who had been served by her before. From her irregular gulpings I knew that this new challenge was filling her mind even more than her hot, sore cunt.

Two hours later it was dusk outside, my wife had showered and I massaged her gently with a soothing, aromatic oil before she put on her collar and the loose dress without underwear that I had instructed. We drove the few miles to a far corner of a large, quiet pub car park. There were about seven cars around, but no sign of any activity at all. I turned out the lights and switched off the engine. A few minutes passed and another car came. Perhaps five minutes after that the interior light went on and I could see a couple inside who were moving about. The car windows were all open.

Very quickly the outline of a man appeared from another of the cars and he walked over to them. Instructing my wife to stay where he was I followed his example. As I approached it was clear that the woman in the car was sucking the guy off. As I watched we were joined by two or three other men. After about five minutes the man in the car put his hand on the back of her head and his body stiffened. She slurped a bit and then sat up drooling a creamy mouthful into a tissue. She got a little round of quiet applause and I went back to my car.

I ordered my wife to remove her dress and I attached the lead to her collar. Leaning over I opened her door and threw a car mat out onto the ground. She got out and knelt as required. Within seconds a man came over and looked at me enquiringly. I nodded and he unzipped his trousers. He was still soft and looking doubtful as he moved close to her face. She opened her mouth and he was emboldened enough to slip his dick inside.

With her hands clasped behind her back she worked her mouth and he was ramrod hard in seconds. By now there were four other men watching close by. One of them had a stiff prick in his hand and was slowly wanking. Just then the guy in her mouth said I'm going to cum.

"Fill her mouth." I said, and barely before my words were finished he grabbed her head and groaned. I watched her throat go three or four times as she swallowed down a large load. The smiling man said

"Thanks Guv" and put his thumb up as he stood back from her to be replaced immediately by the wanker. He grasped her hair and rushed to get his full length into her mouth while behind him a voice with a strong Welsh accent called out

"Fucking 'ell. Look at her tits. She's been whipped. I wonder if that was to make her do this?"

Another voice said

"She's had some on her ass too. Getting on a bit isn't she. She's older than my missus"

"Go fuck your missus and leave this one to us then."

The group now were circling her so that she would not have been seen outside the ring other than by me. When I could see that the second man was about to shoot I commanded her to 'show'. When his prick spasmed and he grunted

"Take it girl!"

She didn't swallow this time. When he was finished and stepped back she opened her mouth to display the white cum covering her tongue and pooled behind her bottom teeth. Turning her head around for all the men to see she swallowed only when I gave the OK and a third happy doggerr moved in with a hard prick.

By the time the seventh guy was on his turn the action had changed from her giving an expert blow to being given a hard face fuck will full length penetration of her throat. All the men were still there in a close circle, but the current participant was the last one to use her. With her seventh large load swallowed I gave two sharp tugs on her lead. She quickly climbed into the car. One of the men passed in the mat and said

"Thanks Guys! Absolutely fantastic. She's a star, look after her and come back soon won't you."

With a wave I told her to close the door and I drove away. As I had already planned I followed satnav directions to a very high point two miles away. I told her to get out next to a tourist plaque showing points that could be seen miles away in all directions. I kissed her sticky lips and put my hand down to feel her swollen cunt. It was very wet. Pushing my tongue deep into her mouth and working her clit with my fingers I tasted the unfamiliar residue of the semen of seven men and she collapsed in the throes of an incredibly powerful orgasm.

I pressed her to her knees, put my soft prick in her mouth and emptied my bladder into her. Washing away the lingering cum I reasserted my own controlling rights while leaving her with the afterglow of a fantastic orgasm and a mind filled with the sensations of seven strange men.

Back in the car I let her put on her dress and we returned to the hotel where we went straight to bed. I slept quickly and deeply. Dawn was breaking when I felt the gentle lapping of a soft, warm tongue in my asshole. I realised as I awakened that she needed a pee. My wife is not allowed to get out of bed without having sucked me off first. I had been sleeping with my back to her so the only way she could acceptably move me into a position where she could suck me was to do what she was doing. The feeling was very nice and I decided to have some more before giving her my prick. I reached around and pressed her face tighter into my ass just to let her know that I was awake and she was to carry on with her chosen job. That press into my ass is her standard instruction to push her tongue in further and work it harder and that is just what she did. While continuing to savour my early morning rimming I thought back over the events of the previous evening through to the pint or so of piss that she had swallowed causing her to need the bathroom now. It was a great idea to use her as a urinal last night for so many reasons.

At breakfast nobody took any notice of the respectable middle aged couple although she wriggled somewhat as she tried to find some comfort on a hard chair with a large butt plug in her ass and her cunt lips heavily swollen from a belting. If any had looked closer they might have seen the outline of a clothes peg attached to each nipple beneath her loose top.



A Master Talks Ch. 04



The women who choose to spend some of their lives with me have needs just as I do. Their need is to serve a powerful man who they can admire, respect and love. My need is to enjoy the love and devotion of women who value me as a man worthy of the things they want in life.

In previous chapters I have detailed some of the ways that I use my women and I have received responses which have ranged from disbelief that women could tolerate such treatment to pleas to have it done to them.

I will now spend a little time developing the approach of one dominant man and the things which motivate him.

First of all it should be said that if you want children, fuck your lady at the appropriate time in her cycle and hope that you are both in a condition which is suitable to bring about the right result. Good luck to you and enjoy it, but eroticism is something beyond reproduction.

On Literotica we are concerned with what we do for recreation. As a dominant man I am happy to fuck a juicy cunt from time to time, but there is so much more which gives me pleasure with a woman. First of all I may wish to warm up my lady with some lively licks of a crop, cane or whip on her ass. tits, pussy or thighs before I grace her with my enthusiastically engorged prick. Having suitably warmed her up I will use the hole which best meets my needs of the moment.

The slippery, snug haven of a stimulated snatch can often be a good place to start an amorous engagement, but should it ever be the beginning and end of a fully satisfying engagement? Not for me.

Once she has interested me enough to get my dick to full attention by sweetly sucking or suitably surrendering to charming chastisement, I will fuck her firmly in the ass until the warming friction of churning her bowels has brought me close to climax. Then I pull my prick from her pummelled posterior and present it to her pursed and pouty lips. Pressing my ass slicked dick deep into her throat I take her until my huge load of cum spurts into her mouth.

She collapses in climax while gulping down the sticky, semen mouthful of our love.

On another occasion I will clip her arms behind her back with her wrist cuffs and have her kneel with her tits resting on the coffee table. I take off my leather belt and double it in my hand. Each time I belt her tits there is a loud, satisfying THWAACK and she calls out the number of strokes.

Her breasts redden and then develop purplish stripes and welts as a the blows overlap. With tears running down her cheeks and the beating count struggled out through sobs I stop the belting. She stands while I fix a clamp to one nipple. The short chain attached to the nipple clamp is passed behind her neck and attached to the other nipple which I have pulled up as far as it will go to reach. Taking a middle weight riding crop the count starts again from the beginning and I give the underside of her tits as thorough thrashing as she got on the top with the belt. If she can stand as many strokes of the crop as she did with the belt before her trembling body drops to her knees, I stop and release her cuffs.

I release the nipple clamps and lift her onto the couch. She is now allowed to play with her clit while I massage her scorching tits and she sucks on my dick. It is usually a few minutes before she comes to a thundering climax and I discharge a strong protein injection into her hungry mouth.

Her mouth is a woman's most important sexual organ. My women have that reinforced every day they are with me. There is a rule that whatever we are doing they will take anything that comes out of my prick into their mouth and swallow it. Irrespective of whether I have been fucking her ass, her cunt or her throat I will always finish off in her mouth for her to swallow. Even if I choose to wank over some particularly delightful thought or image I will summon her before I finish so that I can fill her mouth with the product.

When I say "anything that comes out of my prick", that is exactly what I mean. Not only doe she get to swallow cum, but she drinks my piss as well. I know how to regulate the flow so that it is never too much for continual swallowing. This way whenever I feel that my bladder needs emptying I let her know. She closes her lips around my prick and swallows it all down. Urine doesn't taste particularly good, but by taking it directly into the mouth with the lips closed an experienced piss drinker will not spill any and does not get any of the smell.

Whenever I talk of these things some people raise health concerns. First of all, it is risky to have unprotected sex with anybody unless you are completely sure that both of you are free of sexually transmitted infections. Apart from that, it is not a good thing to go from ass to cunt without cleaning because that can introduce infection. Ass to mouth does not bring the same problems because the human digestive process can deal with any bacteria which you may transfer. Drinking the urine of a healthy person is not a health risk. People have always done it to some extent and some enthusiasts drink a great deal of it.

Why do we do these things? Because we want to.



A Master Using his Slut



As promised, after a long day of waiting for Master's return home from work, I greet him at the door as soon as I hear his footsteps making their way up the concrete steps. He gives me a gentle kiss on the lips as we enter the room and I turn to face him. 

"From here on out, there's no talking from you." Master orders.

I look back at him, making sure he knows that I am saying "Yes, Sir" with my eyes.

I walk up to him and begin to unbutton his shirt. I slide my hands into his shirt and around his warm chest, grateful for his body against mine. Not before long, I let my hands wander to his waste, and he allows them to slowly undo his belt and pry open the buttons of his jeans. While pulling Master's pants off, I lower myself to my knees so that I am eye-level with his cock, hidden away beneath a thin layer of cotton boxers, but calling attention to itself as it began to harden in anticipation. 

Master crooks a finger under my chin and pulls me upward, gently, before pushing my down onto the bed.

"You're going to put on a little show for me, pet. You're allowed to play with your cunt, but I won't allow you to cum.

I nod my head in understanding back at him, and watch as his fingers greedily remove my clothes, one piece at a time. I put my hands over my face as he slides off my panties and pries my legs open wide, getting a good look at what he owns.

Slowly, I unzip my dress and take my arms out of the sleeves. I step out of my dress and put it on a chair in our room. I'm now wearing a black bra, black panties, black garter, and hold up stockings. I'm wearing.

"Begin." He moves off the bed and stands against the wall, taking in the sight of me sprawled out over the bed, wearing nothing at all aside from my mark designating my body as his.

I lower my hands and begin tracing the outline of my cunt, teasing myself and teasing Master at the same time. I slide a finger in between the lips of it, already feeling the tantalizing wetness dripping from me. I moan out, but am careful not to speak any words.

"That's it. Slide your fingers in. In and out, little one." Master says. I haven't taken my eyes off of him this whole time, and can see his cock fully hardened and needing to be sucked. I ached to make him cum.

I thrust two fingers into my cunt, all the way in straight away. I couldn't resist. I cried out from how good it felt, from how wet and needy I was for the pleasure. 

"I want to hear how wet your cunt is, slut." Master orders gruffly. Moving my fingers in and out of myself, the slippery wetness began to spread down onto my thighs and drip down towards my ass. There was no doubt that Master could hear how ready I was for him without having to put his hands on me. 

I watch with excitement as Master begins to stroke his cock up and down, his eyes feasting on the sight of me. It makes me play even more eager to play with myself for him. I roll over, face down on the bed and ass in the air, still thrusting fingers in and out and playing with my clit, knowing that this is his favorite position to see me in. 

Without warning, Master walks over to the side of the bed and gives my ass a sharp, stinging smack. He kneads his fingers into it, pinching at my skin and showing me just how much pain goes with pleasure. I want to cry out, begging for him to fuck me. But Master wouldn't allow it, I had to remind my self. He dips his thumb in the wetness of my cunt and rubs it upwards, in between my ass cheeks, before pressing his thumb inside of my tight hole. I hear him moan and it makes me as eager as ever to make him cum.

Looking over my shoulder at him, I send him a pleading look with my eyes, begging for him to take me. Master is either able to read my mind, or knows everything about the way my body works I realized, as he climbed onto the bed with me. He knelt behind me, with his hands grasping at my hips. Reaching over me, he grabbed the lube from the bedside table, and drizzled it between my ass cheeks. I could feel it's cool sensation begin to overwhelm me with anticipation. Master rubbed it into my ass, and slid a finger inside of it as I continued to play with my cunt. 

"Mmm, yes." I said under my breath. But Master still heard me.

"Shut up." He said as he yanked my head back by my hair. "You are here for me, for my pleasure."

I knew I had been bad, but hearing those words gave me everything I was looking for. I looked back at him as he pressed the tip of his shaft into my ass, forcing it open to take in his thickness. Slowly, but greedily, he slid all of his length inside of me, stretching me open and filling me up with the length of his cock. He began to slid in and out of me with ease, working himself up to his own release. Master reached around and grabbed my wrists, stopping me from playing with myself. Faster and faster he thrust into me, pinning me down. My face was pressed into the pillow, nearly cutting off my air supply, but the unknown, the not being able to breathe, and to only be able to focus on his shaft sliding in and out of my ass was driving me to the edge. Master quickened his pace, and deepened his thrusts. He let go of my bound wrists and grasped onto my waist yet again, steadying himself as he was about to release him cum deep inside of me. 

"Beg for it." he ordered.

Without any hesitation, I cried out to him, pleading and needing him and all that he could give me. "Please, Sir. I want your cum, I need it deep inside of me. I'm yours. Mmm please, I'm all yours."

With just one hard thrust into my ass, Master held himself in place and dug his fingers into me as he released his warm, delicious cum, deep inside of my ass. 

"Mmm yes. Yes! Thank you, Sir. I'm your slut. I need you."

"You're welcome, little one," he said as he slumped over my body. I could feel his sweat dripping over me, and his weight on top of me. Pinned down and fucked by my Master, exactly how I love it.



A Masterful Makeover



It had been three weeks since George had asked me to get a Brazilian and my hair and whatever else I wanted done. I booked the day with Katherine, who did such a marvelous job on my hair and makeup the night George took me out to dinner and to the gallery.

In that time since, I thought a lot about the encounter we had with her when she fit me with that vibrating egg. It was all so hot with the way George asked her to slip it in to me while he watched. In many ways she was so open about being the kind of woman I wanted to be at times -- wild, crazy and totally unashamed and uncensored about her sexual self. The way she seemed to enjoy and knew what she was doing when she was stroking my slit, getting me moist deep inside, made me hope that it was something that could happen again except with me being able to explore her, as well.

She greeted me with a big sisterly hug when I came into the salon. I didn't even get a chance to tell her what I wanted to have done to my hair. She showed me a picture of what she thought would look good on me.

Actually, the picture wasn't her idea. She told me that George had given it to her.

"Hmm ... a tad bit controlling," I thought to myself and then knew I shouldn't be surprised.

Then again what he picked out was much sexier than I would have imagined for myself. It involved layering and shaping my just below the shoulder locks that I didn't do much with and giving it a darker, richer and shinier color.

I got a little nervous with all the treatments she was putting in my hair. For me, a trip to the salon once every six months was always just a simple trim and a blow dry. This had to be racking up quite the bill. Katherine assured me not to worry about it.

"George just wants to take care of you and spoil you," she said. "That's just the kind of guy he is."

Obviously, she and George knew each other, but I wasn't quite sure how. George and I never got around to discussing her. I had to ask.

"My friend Thomas and I are good friends with George," she said with a wink.

Of course we couldn't talk too openly about how they all knew each other, at least not like most women could talk about their husbands and boyfriends in a salon like where relationship chatter carried up to the high ceilings and bounced off the walls. However, she confided in the relative privacy of the wash station that Thomas was quite a bit older than her and was married. It was an arrangement she said worked out well for her. He paid for part of her rent so they'd have a place to play and she was free to spend her free time as she wanted.

I was curious to know how she spent her free time. Was it with other men? Was it with other women? Would she have an interest in spending some free time with me?

It wasn't just sex that piqued my curiosity with her. I had very few female friends and I was really enjoying the conversation we were having. Plus, it would be nice to have another sub to talk to as a mentor and to ask questions.

There was also something so comfortably intimate in the way she pampered me. I could feel my breathing slow and my body fall into a cuddled rest as the pads of her fingers rubbed into my scalp when she rinsed the color out of my hair. She drew long, slow strokes with her brush under the warm blast of air when she blew it out. It felt as if her fingers were reading my face like a slow, luxurious, long fuck scene in a braille erotic novel when she worked a moisturizing treatment on my skin and applied my makeup. She coddled and paid attention to muscles and joints I was never aware of in my fingers and toes, the palms of my hands, and the soles of my feet when she rubbed and massaged them during my manicure and pedicure. By the time she was done with my feet, I swore I was walking on a cloud ... all the way to the waxing room.

Privacy, at last. She said she'd be back in a few minutes after I removed my skirt and panties (I wasn't wearing any) and covered up with a towel. She was friendly yet professional about the time she spent with me. Of course she was. She had to be. This was her workplace, even if it involved her working on my pussy.

She came back into the room, turned down the lights, lit some warm-scented candles, and turned on some Zen-like mediation music. She said it would help relax me and take my mind off the pain. She also took a long silk scarf scented with a light floral perfume, covered my eyes, and tied it behind my head.

"This will help you keep your mind off what you might see and any pain you might anticipate," she whispered calm, low and slow. "And if you're as good of a submissive as George says you are, you just might enjoy this."

Enjoy getting waxed? I couldn't imagine that, but as she guided her hands along the sides of my torso, over my shoulders and down my arms, the rest of my body felt as if it had sunk into a billowy cloud. When she ran her hands up my calves and up my inner thighs, I wanted her fingers to tingle and tantalize the tender skin that surrounded the quivering opening between my legs. I was about to tell her how good her touch felt, but as soon as I opened my mouth, she put one of her fingers up to my lips as if to tell me not to say a word.

I could feel the heavy fluffiness of a warm, damp washcloth being cupped and massage over my pussy. A few times she squeezed the swelling flesh between the tops of my legs a bit too much to be just cleansing my skin, but the soft "boom, rat-a-tat-tat" rhythm of the drums that played on the CD player made me forget about any fear and inhibitions about a woman touching me in a way she shouldn't have only steps outside a salon packed with people. I just wanted to enjoy what felt good.

The first brush of the warm wax she spread along the right side of my stubbly area felt warm and comforting until she quickly pressed a piece of paper upon it and tore it off my skin against the grain of my hair.

I almost let out of sharp yelp until I felt a finger slide up my slit and barely circle the tip of my clit. As soon as I stiffened to ward off the pain, I could feel a tiny rush of slick moisture rub onto the touch of the pad of her finger. I let out a long breath and felt my body relax. Instinctively, my legs spread open and my left knee bent upward until her finger pulled away from my inner lips and a hand brought my leg flat on the table.

I got the message. It wasn't time to play; it was time to be played with.

The second brush of wax went on much more enjoyably, mostly because I knew what to expect, even when she ripped the paper right off my skin. This time, her finger slid deeper into my slit, which was seeping more of my warm stickiness. As her finger started to circle itself deeper inside of me, I failed to get anxious about the hot wax she brushed over the first of my outer lips. As far as I was concerned, she could have spilled boiling oil over it, and I would have never noticed. My mind was totally fixated on the way her finger took time to feel every contour of my slippery inner walls. When she tore the third strip of paper off my skin, I didn't feel pain at all. I felt an orgasmic twinge last only as long as it took to rip the tiny hairs to be ripped out of their pores. I wanted more. I begged.

"Do I need to put a ball gag on you, because I brought that, too," she said.

George must have told her how much I hated the ball gag by the almost sinister, taunting tone in her voice. I just shook my head, "No."

The wax went on again, and this time she thrust her finger deep and hard inside of me when she pulled the paper off. My hips buckled up. I wanted to scream but I barely let out muffled a moan. I was barely aware that she made the wax and pull routine a fifth, sixth and final time. All I could concentrate on were the jolts and squirts from deep inside of me when I should have been feeling the pores of my skin being violated.

She kept jolting her finger deep inside until I came. I wanted to twist on the narrow paper-sheeted padded table, but knew I couldn't because I was told I couldn't and knew I would likely slip off the table and fall to the floor. I wanted to cry out loud, but I would likely be heard by whoever would be outside the door, not to mention the fear of the ball gag. I climaxed heavily but silently in rapid clipped gasps. As my breathing slowed and deepened, I could feel Katherine rubbing a warm, damp washcloth over my tender skin, which was starting to feel sensitive and raw to her touch. She took her time circling a cool gel on the skin, which cooled and soothed it. Her fingers took their time circling my skin until I was completely relaxed and aware of the "boom, rat-a-tat-tat" beat of the music that she turned on earlier.

Katherine pulled me up to sit and untied the scarf from behind my head. To see her smile as the first thing I saw made me want to kiss her. Instead, she backed up about a foot away from me and asked, "So how was it?" as if she had done something as benign as plucking a few eyebrow hairs.

I told her it was amazing. I told her that I was confused and excited that I could experience so much pleasure when I expected pain. She gave herself a congratulatory smile and said that she had learned a lot about sensory play from Thomas, who she called, "a master of the art."

After I got dressed and came out of the room, George was waiting for me in the lobby. I hadn't expected to see him right away that day, but he said he decided to come to the salon to pay the bill in person and that he couldn't wait to see my transformation.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror of the lobby. My dark wavy hair that I always thought had a natural style of its own seemed as if it belonged to a movie star on a red carpet. It had panache. It had sheen. It commanded attention. I wasn't used to seeing this kind of glow on my skin, and I wasn't used to seeing my fingers look so long and finished. Aside from having them shaped, all I had put on them was a barely pink translucent gloss that George picked out ahead of time. I almost didn't recognize myself.

George seemed fixated on me with a sly smile that was stuck on his face as much as whatever deep thought that kept him from saying anything. "Lovely," was all he said until he asked if I was free for the rest of the day.

"Since we're downtown, I thought we could spend the rest of the afternoon shopping," he said.

"Window shopping for me," I said. "I got hit with the water bill and my car insurance bill this month."

"I'll do better than that," he said with a smile. "When I told you that I wanted you to dress a certain way, I didn't expect you to bankroll my wish and whim. Besides, half the fun will be picking out what I'd like to see on you."

First the salon day, and now clothes shopping on him? I wasn't quite sure how to take this. It was much too generous of an offer even though he always seemed to take delight in spoiling me and treating me better than I ever treated myself.

"Oh, what the hell?" I said to myself.

This was every woman's dream, like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

He grabbed me by the hand and marched me over to the first store. He insisted that I needed some suits and skirts and dresses for work.

When I came out in the first suit he picked out in a navy summer wool, I was surprised at the figure I had. I never thought a more expensive suit could make me look so much better. Even George looked me over up and down in a brand new way and ran his hand over the seams of the jacket that followed the curve over the small of my back to just above my ass.

"Suits command the respect you deserve from your staff and from your managers," he said in a low and husky tone only I could hear. "But when I show up and take you into the back stairwell for a quickie, only I know that underneath that you're wearing a tightly tied lacy corset with those plump breasts billowing over that boning just for my pleasure. Right, my kitten?"

He tipped my chin up with his thumb and commanded my attention with his eyes. There was no opportunity to look away in my discomfort of slight embarrassment. I've never let my sexual fantasies enter my head space at work, but thinking he might demand that I dress like his personal slut underneath the veneer of professionalism ... a rather stylish professionalism that would be rather conspicuous in the newsroom? The thought that he could bring that kind of sexual tension at work made me as nervous as it excited me. That thought and at knowing that we were having this conversation in the middle of a clothing store made me shake and tremble a bit before I could quietly say, "Yes, sir."

He undid the top button of the white V-neck blouse and gave me a discreet and playful smack on my ass before sending me on my way back to the fitting room. I gave him a smile and spun around in a pair of pumps that I borrowed from the shoe department and sashayed away, thinking about what it would be like to steal a few moments away at work like that.

He also had me try on a white silky wrap front top and a black and white polka dot skirt that flowed and flounced with every step I took. It looked good on me. It even made me walk with a bit of a sashay.

"Hmm ..." he mused when I stepped out to show him. "This has some possibilities. This looks so sweet and demure for daytime, and no one in the newsroom would ever expect what kinds of plans I'd have for you later in the evening. Wear this on Monday."

I wondered what plans he had in mind. He didn't elaborate. I knew better than to ask. He wouldn't tell me, but half the fun was not knowing.

He picked out a few more things before we headed out to the lingerie shop.

This was not the typical lingerie mall store that was swathed in brash and in-your-face pink. It was how a boudoir looks when it grows up ... gilded chandeliers and drawer pulls on art moderne-styled dresser drawers. The lighting was soft with an almost golden glow. The sounds of Edith Piaf and Nina Simone hummed in the background like a muted soundtrack of a movie scene that was not my life. It was all as exquisite as the lacy, silky and sheer gossamer fabrics that hung from the hangers and displays.

A proper, marmish late-middle-aged woman with a chignon, readers that slipped halfway down her nose, and a measuring tape that hung around the neck of her respectable swing dress came out from behind the counter to greet us. George immediately asked her to measure me for a fitting. She gave him a look as if he wanted him to leave when he walked into the fitting area with us, but he said, "It's not as if I haven't seen her before."

She allowed him in, but she didn't look too crazy or comfortable about it. Neither was I, at least half of me wasn't. The other half of me wanted to giggle at the way he got his way, and especially when she addressed him as "Sir."

The woman wrapped the tape measure around my rib cage and over my breasts and said I was a 34D. George said she wanted her to bring in suitable bras, corsets and matching garter belts in lace, leather and latex. "Nothing practical," he added. "I want her sexuality to ooze out of anything she puts on."

"Matching panties, too?" she asked uncomfortably.

"They won't be necessary," he said sternly.

I stood in the room in just my bra and skirt assuming that he'd eventually leave. He didn't. He could see the discomfort in my face.

"You don't like that I'm in here, do you?" he said.

I paused before answering honestly, "No, I don't, sir."

"You don't think I should be here to choose what I'd like to see you in?" he asked.

"I suppose that's your prerogative, sir," I responded.

He gave me a leer as if he couldn't be more delighted before the saleswoman came back in the room with an armful of underpinnings.

George rummaged through the woman's selections murmuring, "Yes," "No," "Let's give this a try," while depositing each garment in their respective piles. He handed the "No" pile back to the woman before sending her out of the room.

His first pick was an all-white lace demi bra and matching garter belt. I turned around and faced a wall without a mirror to slip off my pink satin bra that looked woefully worn compared to the things I had to try on. When I put the new bra on I was surprised how full and lifted my breasts looked in a well-made properly fitted bra and secretly admired how the lace barely covered the dark shadows and the rigid outlines of my areolas and hardening nipples. My breasts felt and looked fuller and plumper than I was ever aware they were. I kept my skirt on until after I hoisted up the garter belt and attached the stockings to the clips. Shyly, I pushed the skirt down past my hips and let it fall to the floor before I turned around to show him the full view.

He walked around inspecting every inch of me, and then told me to shift my shoulders back, clasp my hands behind my back, and point my toes at twelve and two. My breast stood out even more. My waist felt as if it was cinching in. He lifted my chin up with the lightest touch of his finger before he backed away.

"When I say, 'Present yourself,' this is how I want you to stand," he said. "You look so regal this way."

He went back to silently checking me out. I couldn't tell by his expression whether he liked what he saw on me until he said, "Normally, I wouldn't want you in all white. I'd feel as if I was violating a little girl on her First Communion day, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to see you like this with your freshly-waxed pussy. Tell me my kitten, how does it feel?"

I brought one hand around to go over Katherine's handiwork. I didn't want to complain that it still felt tender to the touch. My skin still looked a bit pinkish. But aside from the pain, I told him, "It's incredibly soft ... smooth ... It feels like brand-new skin."

When my fingers slipped down to my inner lips, I felt as if I were discovering that naughty sensation for the very first time. I closed my eyes, barely let out a sigh, but knew I really shouldn't dare myself any farther.

George wouldn't let me. He handed me the next ensemble, satiny padded black bra with a touch of lace trim, and a padded red torpedo bustier after that. I didn't get a chance to finish attaching the stockings to the straps when he backed me up against the wall, put my hands above my head, and asked, "You'd like me to fuck you while you're wearing that, wouldn't you?"

His deeper than usual, almost menacing voice, prompted me to say, "I want you to fuck me right now, sir," as if that response came out of my mouth on auto pilot. I didn't thinking of finding the right and proper words to respond.

I had a feeling for just half a moment that he wanted to act on that thought until I heard him take a deep breath before he backed away.

"There's more," he said, dangling a black leather corset before me.

It was beautiful. Rock star beautiful. This wasn't leather that felt like butter; it felt like melted butter. It felt as if it was caressing my skin when I put it on that I hardly notice how much the boning and the clasps were cinching in my torso and waist. It cupped my breasts as if they were in large bursting tulip blossoms. I couldn't help to vogue in front of the mirror.

George stood at the other side of the room with a content smile and said, "You like?"

How could he not see that I did.

"You'll have to earn it," he said. "Get on your hands and knees."

I saw the game coming even if I didn't know what the objective or the rules were. I could hear it in his voice ... cold, stern and demanding. I did what I was told and looked to him for the next directions.

He pointed to the floor in front of him and said, "Crawl."

I came to him slowly palm by palm, knee by knee, with my soft skin brushing up against the slight roughness of the carpet beneath me, keeping my eyes fixated on him without blinking the entire time. When I came to his feet, I assumed the position without being told: kneeling with my hands clasped behind my back. He gave me a closed-lip smile, unzipped his shorts, and let his hardened cock fall out.




A Masterful Makeover



I clasped both of my thumbs and forefingers together, ran them down his shaft, and pulled down tight at the base before I took the head of his cock in my mouth. I sucked on it tight while circling my tongue around and around the head, taking more of him in bit by bit. The more of him I took in, the harder I pulled down at the base of his shaft. The harder he got, the harder I sucked.

Then there was a knock at the door.

"How are you doing in there?" the saleswoman asked from the other side of the door. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"Umm ..." George started to say.

I was afraid he was going to ask her to come in and have her see me with his cock in my mouth. I stopped sucking and looked at him in fright. He pushed my head in, which made me take him all the way in to the back of my throat. It took everything I had not to gag.

"We're fine," he said. "We'll be out in a bit."

Relieved, I went back to lapping my tongue around his cock every way I could ... like quick, broad brushstrokes covering the sides of his shaft. The tip of my tongue tickled the tip of his cock before sliding my lips down to the base in long, repeated deliberate strokes. I sucked his shaft in hard, locking it in like a Chinese finger cuff, giving him no escape when I pulled up hard.

He fell into the chair next to him and threw back his head in pleasure and disbelief. I could feel his body tense. I saw the expression on his face that the tension was killing him but he didn't want to let go. I could feel the veins bulging just underneath the surface of the thin skin that was stretched to the hilt covering his shaft. I could tell he wanted to moan and growl but couldn't for fear that he would be heard. The harder and faster I went at fucking him with my mouth, it felt as if his entire body was going to burst.

The moment his creamy, salty cum splashed against the back of my throat, he let out a silent scream. I swore I could feel his heartbeat banging away fast, deep and loud. I could feel the way his body collapsed from the inside while I continued to suck on his shaft. I didn't stop until I knew he came back to reality.

He picked me up, gave me an appreciative kiss on the lips, and held on to me tight until he could say, "You haven't said this yet, but that was love."

I smiled, blushed and cast my eyes downward in half-feigned bashfulness. He lifted my chin up with his thumb so that he could look me in the eyes.

"I want to say that, but not in a fitting room after I just gave you a blow job," I whispered. "I don't want to say it as if my love was conditional of you being so extravagant with me. Really, this is all too much ..."

He placed a finger to my lips to stop me from babbling. He kissed me as if he was sucking sweet nectar from a peach, and said, "I love you, too."



A Masterful Seduction by the Book



It had been forever since I had time to spend an afternoon wandering through a bookstore. I could have downloaded a book with a push of a button, but there was something I really missed about thumbing through pages and trying to decide what I was going to take home to read. Plus, I needed to get out of the house even if I didn't have any intention of interacting with anyone except for the college kid doing his homework behind the checkout counter.

The bookstore was empty, or at least it felt empty. It gave me the courage to linger a little bit longer than I planned in the erotica section. I didn't want anything that was patently smutty. I didn't want anything about college girls gone wild or housewives in heat. I wanted a story about a strong, intelligent woman with a deep understanding of her sexual desires.

A collection of poetry by Sappho? No. Too challenging. Too encrypted. I wanted something that flowed much easier on the eyes and the brain.

"Lady Chatterley's Lover"? Hmm ... now this had some scandal about it for decades. And it involved a woman of privilege involved with a man not of her stature. "The Story of O"? Now this had a bit more of an edge but still involved a proper female protagonist who willingly gave herself up to high class sexual slavery.

I scanned through the prologues of each book and debated which one I would take back with me to spend the night. I got so wrapped up in trying to make my selection that I was taken aback by a low, gravely and velvety voice behind me say, "Don't turn around, but tell me what you're reading."

My casual lean went straight and rigid. I held my breath in fright. I should have been completely creeped out but there was something about this man's presence that intrigued me, even though I couldn't figure out what it was.

"'Lady Chatterley's Lover' and 'The Story of O'," I said in a soft voice clipped with trepidation.

"Both lovely reads," he said. "Intelligent choices."

"Thank you," I said. 

"Lovely reads." "Intelligent choices." Those were unusual combination of words to describe books of questionable morals meant to fulfill secret sexually savory appetites, and here I was being exposed and prodded by some man who was a stranger who wouldn't let me see him.

"You should read 'The Story of O' first," he said.

Really? Who was he to decide what I should read? But there was something in his voice that was extremely confident, intelligent, and well-spoken. 

"I would love the chance to discuss the book with you some time," he said.

"You've read this?" I asked.

I was about to turn around to have a more in-depth face-to-face conversation with him until I heard him say, "Don't turn around."

Woah. This was getting a bit scary. My breathing came to almost a complete halt until he put his hand to my side and gave it a few gentle calming strokes. I should have felt more scared to have a strange man I didn't know and couldn't see touch me like that, even for a brief moment , but there was something calming and reassuring about his touch.

"To answer your question, yes, I've read the book," he said. "It's a favorite of mine. I'm getting the feeling it's one you need to read."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

He hesitated for a good, long moment before he finally said, "Do you trust me enough to hand over your phone to me?"

Did I trust him enough to hand over a $200 phone? Not really, but I was curious to see what he was up to.

I dug into the black hole of my shoulder bag and pulled it out just by feeling for it so I could keep my eyes open and focused around the periphery to make sure my surroundings were safe. I handed my phone to him and I could hear him punch in some buttons.

He handed the phone back to me along with a $20 bill, and said, "I don't want you to turn around or try to look for me for 60 seconds. I want you to buy this book with the money I gave you and call me as soon as you get to your car."

I stood there probably longer than the 60 seconds partly because I felt strangely compelled to follow his direction and partly because I was too scared to move. I didn't move until the gruff looking hipster kid from behind the counter came up to me and asked, "Are you OK, miss?"

"I'm fine," I said, not knowing how to really respond.

"You weren't hurt or bothered in any way, were you?" he pressed. "I have him on video if you need to file a police report."

"No," I said. "It's OK."

Lie.

I should have asked to see the video. I wanted to get a look at this guy. But part of me was intrigued with the mystery of what just happened. I've had men I didn't know buy me drinks, but this man bought me a book. Hell, most men I met in random social situations didn't even read books.

I paid for the book and walked out to my car to see what he typed into my phone. There was a new entry in my contacts: Sir George with a telephone number.

Sir George? I doubted he was some kind of British nobility; his accent was much more local and his voice sounded like a man closer to my age. Maybe he was just some arrogant prick who liked to toy around with people. Maybe he was just playing off his choice in my reading material. 

I was curious enough to call but smart enough to block my number to see what this guy was all about. Hell, I had nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon. He picked up right away.

"Hi, this is Patrice from the bookstore," I said.

"It's nice to have a name with the lovely woman I saw today," he said.

Lovely. There was that word again. How many men use that word these days? I found that strangely romantic considering how he approached me.

"Are you normally in the habit of taking women by surprise like that?" I had to ask.

"Never like that," he said. "It was the first time I ever did anything like that, but I am full of surprises."

"How so?" I asked.

"Would you like to find out?" he asked.

Of course I wanted to find out. This man amped up my curiosity at least a hundred times since he left me at the bookstore the way he did.

"Who are you? Why did you approach me like that? Why didn't you want me to see you? You couldn't possibly have approached me the way that you did if you weren't some kind of sick and twisted fuck," I said.

"You're very direct," he said.

"You're not," I said. "You're avoiding my questions." 

"I just paid you a compliment," he said.

"Thank you, I think," I said.

He still didn't answer my questions, but he said, "You're an attractive woman in a rather cerebral way based on the particular shelves I saw you browsing through. You don't seem to be the type of woman I'd see in a bar, but then again, I don't hang out in bars looking to meet women. To be honest, I wasn't looking to meet anyone, but you captured my attention."

"Thank you, but you left me at quite a disadvantage," I said. "I have no idea what you look like. I have no idea what your game is. I don't even know why I called you."

"Yet you did call me," he said.

He had a point, and I was playing into his hand. Willingly.

"I'll tell you what," he said to break my pause. "I think we should continue this conversation in person in a public place. I'm pretty sure you won't be disappointed. Are you free right now?"

"Umm ... yeah, I can be," I said.

"How about the coffee shop on Main and Second?" he suggested." Bring your book and take a seat on the sofa facing the rear wall. What would you like to drink?"

"An iced tea would be fine," I said. "With lemon."

"An iced tea with lemon it will be then," he said. "I'll see you in a few."

I was five minutes from the coffee shop but it took me 10 minutes to find an open parking spot. I walked into the shop and figured I'd see him sitting on the sofa where he told me to sit, but there wasn't anyone there. The only other men in the shop were two guys playing chess at a table up front and the barista who looked a bit waifish to have a deep voice like Sir George.

Sir George? Did he really expect me to call him that?

After about ten minutes, I was beginning to wonder why I came out here. Maybe this guy was just taking me for a ride to see what kind of crazy nut would come out to meet him after the way he approached me. He was probably standing outside looking in the coffee shop and laughing his ass off. I figured I'd give him another five minutes. If he didn't show up, it would be game over. 

As soon as I opened my book, a hand holding an iced tea came from over my shoulder. I was just about to turn around, and he said, "Don't turn around."

I was just about to turn around to tell him to tell him I didn't appreciate his game until he said, "I said I wanted to continue to continue our conversation in a public place. I didn't say anything about revealing my physical identity."

"It would be nice if you did," I said.

"Why?" he asked. "Are looks that important?"

I heard him pull up a chair behind me. I'd let this go for the time being, but there was no way I would let this go indefinitely. 

"Yes," I said. "And don't try to pull that double standard crap on me. You chose to approach me based on my looks. Besides, this is embarrassing and silly to carry on a conversation like this in public. I'm going to leave."

I got up off of the sofa and caught a glimpse of him as I started to pass by.

Actually, I didn't continue to pass by. I stopped in my tracks to check him out. He smiled back at me in both a smug and contented way.

He was attractive. Very attractive. Bald with glasses and a hefty, muscular build. Well dressed for a Saturday afternoon – a tribal print button-front short-sleeved shirt, a neat pair of cargo shorts, and a pair of leather sandals. 

"You're embarrassed, huh?" he asked. "Uncomfortable?"

"Before I leave, I want to know what the point of this whole exercise you've been in control of all this time is about," I said.

He walked me back to the sofa and sat down next to me. 

"There are things I look for in a woman," he said. "First of all, you're gorgeous, a stunner. Secondly, I was intrigued with your book selections – cerebral and carnal. Third, you asked good questions and I was taken by your curiosity and by how far you came along with me on this. Fourth, you take direction well."

"Take direction?" I asked. "Really? I'm so out of here." 

I started to get up, but he grabbed my wrist that I was using to brace my weight on in order to get up off of the couch, and said, "Please don't take offense. I meant that in the nicest way. You won't have to get far into the book to know what I mean."

I settled back down into the sofa. Now I really wanted to know what I had gotten myself into.

"Well, since I haven't read the book, tell me what you mean," I said.

"You obviously aren't familiar with Dominance and submission," he said.

"No, but I'm curious," I said.

"Good," he said. "All of those traits I tried to compliment you on, even the one about taking direction, well, are all what I find ideal in a submissive."

"But you're forgetting about me being rather direct," I said.

"I haven't forgotten at all," he said. "It will make it all that more interesting to challenge and get to know you and temper you. If you weren't the way you are, I wouldn't be able to be as creative as I'd like to be. Besides, I don't want a doormat and I don't want a woman who gives of herself too willingly."

"What you want?" I asked. "Never once did you ask me what I want."

A devilish grin broke out on his face.

"I know that you want to find out what this is all about," he said.

Damn. He was right, and he was intelligent, well-mannered, and gorgeous, too.

"Tell you what," he said. "Go home and start reading the book. Give me your email and I'll send you a list of questions so I'll know your sexual interests and turn offs. I'll call you later in the week to set up another time for us to meet."

He handed me his phone so I could enter my email and phone number. He made it a point of telling me that I'd have to trust him with my phone number and not block it.

He got up, kissed me on the cheek, and said he was looking forward seeing me again.

"By the way," I said as he started to step away, "What made you think you could approach me the way that you did? I could have kneed you in the nuts, made a scene, or called the cops on you."

"Because, my dear, it's all about taking risks," he said. "Even for me."

I went home and poured into the book until two in the morning and most of the next day. It was absolutely perverse and fascinating, especially considering it was written by a woman in the middle of the chokehold sexually repressive 1950's. 

I got Sir George's email the next day. It was 10-page of questions about my BDSM likes, dislikes and "Willing to trys" along with room to write in specific experiences. Cuffs? Definitely yes. Rope bondage and restraints? I'd certainly be willing to try. Spanking? Sure. A little swat on the ass was hot every once in a while. Paddles, floggers, crops and canes? I'd give them a try but I wasn't too sure about canes. Visions of cruel and unusual punishment came to mind when it came to canes. Exhibitionism? Definitely. My ex-boyfriend was totally into that, and it was hot – giving him a blow job in a coat room of a fancy restaurant, sneaking off to a bedroom at someone's house during a party for a quickie, getting fucked from behind with my tits pressed against the window of a hotel that my ex and I stayed on vacation one time. Oh, yeah. Bisexual or homosexual sex? I always thought about what it might be like to have sex with a woman, but only as a one-time deal. I took a big leap of faith in marking the "Willing to try" button. Sex with multiple partners? I typed in an "X" between "Yes" and "No" and wrote the question: "Does having sex in the same room with another couple count?" Humiliation? No. Welts? Absolutely no. Scat play? Golden showers? Absolutely fuck no! I spent three hours filling out the form and sent it back to Sir George. 

He called me Wednesday night and said he was pleased that I got the questionnaire back to him so quickly. I expressed some concern to him that I really wanted to get to know him better first. I didn't even know his last name or if George was really his first name. I had no idea what he did for a living. He said his name really was George and said he'd email me the link to his bio on his company's website. He asked me what I did for a living and told him I was a regional editor for a national online news service. He seemed impressed.

"As for the other things you may want to know, I think that's better left to time we can talk in person," he said. "Are you free Friday night?"

I told him I was.

"Good, I'll give you two choices," he said. "We can meet for a cocktail in a public place and talk or we can meet at my place. I have this outstanding bottle of Australian Shiraz I've been wanting to crack open and share with someone, but I want you to feel that you are absolutely safe. If you want to come over, you can call a friend and let him or her know where you are, but I assure you that you'll be in safe hands."

Going out for a cocktail would be nice, but I didn't know how privately we could talk, especially if it got noisy. Oh, what the hell. I'll roll the dice and meet him at his house.

"I was hoping that you'd say that," he said. "For that matter, let's make it dinner. I'll cook. I'm pretty good. I promise that I have nothing untoward or dangerous planned, and I will not have sex with you.

"Oh, and one more thing. I'd like you to wear a skirt. Something pretty and feminine."

I showed up on Friday promptly at 7. He said to bring nothing but myself although I picked up a couple of wedges of cheese, crackers and some grapes. It was just the good guest thing in me that had been engrained in me since I was a kid. And I actually managed to run out and get a girly-looking sundress. I rarely wore them and the few skirts and dresses that I had were quite tailored that I had were mostly reserved for the big wigs came in from corporate. 

There was a Post-It Note on the front door that said, "Come in!" 

His house was gorgeous – an Arts & Crafts bungalow that was beautifully restored and was furnished in mix of period Shaker furniture with some arty and modern touches. The man certainly had good taste. 

Sir George was pretty easy to find. He was in the kitchen from where all the good smells were coming.

Dinner was wonderful – pork tenderloin in a dried cherry marinade, blue cheese scalloped potatoes, and haricot verts. As for that bottle of wine he was so eager to share, it was superb. 

We talked about our lives, our families, our work. We found out that we had a few friends and acquaintances in common and that we both liked cooking, reading, and had the very similar views on politics and social issues. It was all like a very normal first date. 

He showed me around the house and all of the work he had done, mostly himself, including the landscaping and the woodwork that had mostly been painted several times over the years that he stripped and refinished. He saved showing me his bedroom for last, but kept me at the door in an attempt to be a gentleman. I had to admit, the way things were going and for as charming as he was, I could have easily fallen into that bed with him.

We went out to the back screened-in porch to finish the wine and have some cheese. But before we sat down, he asked me to hold out my hands.

He picked up two plastic lock ties from a side table and put them around my wrists.

"This isn't normally what I consider bondage, but I just want to give you a very tame introduction to what you might expect," he said as he secured them. 

He sat me down in a comfortable padded wicker rocker and fed me a sip of wine.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Actually, pretty turned on," I said. "This is sexy."

"Even though I haven't touched you and said I would not have sex with you tonight?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Good," he said. 

He pulled out a stack of papers and pulled out a photograph of a nude woman kneeling on the floor with leather cuffs secured around her wrists behind her back.

"She looks beautiful, serene," I said. 

"Even though you can't see her face?" he asked.

"It's her body language," I said. 

He rifled through the papers and came across my questionnaire.

"You say that you've played with cuffs," he said. "What happened?"

I felt awkward talking about my sex life with a former boyfriend, especially in explicit detail. It wasn't a BDSM situation. It was just for kicks, but I had to admit that not being able to move or touch him while he went down on me and drilled me like an oil rig really intensified my orgasm. 

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he said. "It's important for me to know where you've been and at what level I can start with you. And just to let you know, if I do restrain you, it won't always be about giving you mind-blowing orgasms. It might be because I'll just find you beautiful that way. Or because you'll need to be taught a lesson."

I was glad that I started reading "The Story of O" and some discussion boards online about what BDSM relationships are all about. Had I not, I would have said something like, "Are you fucking nuts?" Instead, I was extremely curious about his interest in restraints. He said he had quite an extensive collection of tools in his dungeon.

"Dungeon?" I asked. "For real?"

"Yes, and I'm quite proud of it," he said. 

"I'd like to see it," I said.

He looked as if he was completely unprepared for my response and my reaction. I thought perhaps I that I caught his bluff about being a Dom, especially when he said, "I wasn't prepared to show it to you tonight, especially since I'd really like for us to get to know each other better and I promised you that I would not have sex with you."




A Masterful Seduction by the Book



"I'd just like to see it, that's all," I said.

He took me by the arm and guided me down the wooden steps since I couldn't hold onto the handrail. His basement had never been finished. The cement walls and cinder block walls were painted dull and dingy shades of waterproof grays. Aged pipes and vents and bare light bulbs hung from the wood supports above. It felt cool and damp and creepy yet clean.

He led me into a separate room that looked very innocuous from the outside, like a storage room. Inside, there were ropes of different fibers, colors and lengths neatly hung from hooks on a pegboard wall. On another pegboard wall hung a collection of crops and floggers of different sizes and materials, as well as an assortment of cuffs and restraints that I had no idea how they were used. They certainly weren't the kinds of things I saw in the sex toy shops that looked like, well, for lack of a better word, toys. Wooden beams with metal clasps were bolted to one of the cinder block walls. There was a workbench with plastic drawers that I had no idea what they contained. It was all so primeval looking. Scary, yet intriguing. Intriguing because of the contrast of his otherwise well-appointed and decorated house. Intriguing because of his rather proper and gentlemanly nature. It just didn't seem to fit.

"I would have preferred that you would have given me a chance to explain how deep I am into this before I brought you down here," he said. "Believe me, I've brought women down here before who I thought were well prepared and had some experience as subs. Some of them got freaked out by all of this and headed for the hills. I could understand where they were coming from."

I didn't say a word. I just looked around the room in awe. I was drawn to the wall with the ropes. I took one of the longer ones in my and ran it through my hands. I was surprised with how soft it felt to my touch. I kept running my hand over it almost as if I were caressing it. 

"It's meant to be soft," he said. "It's excellent for beginners who aren't used to being tied for extensive periods of time or if there's any kind of mobility involved so it doesn't chafe the skin."

I stayed silent Instead of asking him what he did with these ropes, I imagined what it might be like to be tied up in them -- how he would do it, how I would feel in them, what he would do if he were to bind me up In them.

He came up from behind me and put one arm around my torso and whispered in my ear, "You look lost in thought."

"I am," I said.

The words barely came out of my mouth in a tone much softer and different than what I was used to hearing. My words were short, but not terse. I felt lost, if not hypnotized. I continued running my hands over the rope.

"I'd like to know what you're thinking," he said.

"I'd like to know what this feels like ... to be tied ... to know what would happen if ..." I couldn't finish the sentence.

He turned me around, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked in a very calm voice, "Would you trust me to show you? I promise to start you off slowly."

I said, "Yes." It was a very eager and excited "yes," but it didn't come out that way. That single word fell out of my very soft way without any thought.

He cut the plastic bands off my wrists and rubbed his thumbs across my skin. It felt like heaven, even though he said he just wanted to check to see if they hadn't cut into my skin, which they hadn't. He pulled a piece of the same kind of rope off the wall, made me hold out my wrists, and wrapped the rope firmly around them and attached them over my head to a drain pipe. I couldn't concentrate on the ways he was wrapping the other ropes around me, but he took a great deal of time and care in doing so as if it were all part of an intricate task.

I was surprised he kept me dressed, even when he wound the rope around my tits and chest. I was beginning to wonder what the point was to all of this if he didn't want me naked and exposed.

He didn't say a word to me and never explained what he was up to all that time until I heard him say tersely, "Spread your legs shoulder width apart."

I did what he said, but my legs kept moving inward to find a sense of comfort while he continued wrapping and tying rope around me.

"Keep your legs apart," he said. His tone was short, almost menacing.

I complied, quickly and without complaint. I didn't know why I would follow orders like that except for my inane sense of never wanting to be corrected for doing something wrong a second time. It was a lot like the same way I learned to never make the same grammar, spelling or style mistakes in my first few years as a reporter. 

I thought it was odd that he ran one piece of rope from the middle of my back, between my legs, and then up to my sternum. It was rather taut. It didn't make sense. It wasn't as if I was truly bound and couldn't move at all.

He walked away and sat back in a comfortable arm chair with his glass or wine. He lit a cigar and just stared at me. His face was expressionless.

Just how long did he expect me to stand here like this? I couldn't do it all night. I wanted to pull my feet together just to get a little more comfortable, but I knew better. I could feel a little slack in the rope that he used to bind my wrists and attach to the pipe. I shifted slightly and figured out why he ran that rope the way he did between my legs.

With that tiny movement, the rope rubbed against my pussy lips and clit. I moved a little more to feel that sensation again. I was amazed how tingly it made me feel. I looked at him and a small, sly grin came upon his face.

I shifted my weight from the balls of my feet to my heels. That tingly sensation felt even more intense and I could feel the rope pull and dampen where it rubbed through my pussy. It was unlike any way I had ever pleasured myself or been touched by a man. It was definitely something in the twist and softness of the rope that created a feeling I had never felt before. There was no comparison.

A huge smile came across my face that lightened up George's face when I looked at him. I rocked back and forth on my feet a few more times and let out a few of "Ooohs" and "Ahhs." I had to have more of this until he said, "I'm amazed at what a magnificent slut you can be. Do you always perform like this for men you hardly know?"

"I've never been in a situation like this before!" I said with an enthusiastic lilt in my voice.

I picked up the pace of shifting my feet back and forth bit by bit, and got lost in enthrallment. I had absolutely no sense of inhibition or propriety like I should have had. I was sure if I really went at it, I could come like a mad woman without being touched or fucked.

At that point George got out of his chair and walked out of the room. I heard his feet go up the stairs and walk around the floor above me for a bit.

Then I heard nothing. I had no frame of reference of where he was upstairs or what he was doing or when he would be back. My uncertainty stiffened my body. I didn't dare move. This was not the frame I wanted to be in to pleasure myself all by myself. Not like this. Not being tied up and uncertain of his intentions.

My arms and shoulders started to get sore and I didn't want to put my feet together in fear that he would come back in at any moment and see that I wasn't following his directions. Why did that matter to me? I had no idea. I was just confused by his behavior and had no idea what he had in mind or what his expectations were of me. All I could do was stand there and wonder and wait.

I heard him walking around upstairs. I was sure he would be on his way down, but no. The sounds from upstairs went silent again. I heard him turn on some music – Stan Getz – and then nothing again. Really, was this the time to sit back and listen to music while I stood totally immobile with my muscles sore, achy and starting to burn?

I had no frame of time when I finally heard his steps come back down the stairs. Was it 10, 15 minutes? A half-hour? When he came back in the room he looked normal – pleasant, in fact. Not serious like he was when he was tying me up. Not mischievous when he sat in the chair watching me get off on a single strand of rope. 

He came up to me, put his arm around me gently, and gave me a soft peck on the cheek before he started untying me.

"Were you scared that I wouldn't come back?" he asked in a rather concerned way.

"Not scared, but I had no idea what you were up to," I said.

"Did you know I would come back?" he asked as he let my arms down and shook them out.

"I figured you would eventually."

He told me I could pull my feet together, stand up straight, take in a deep breath, and relax as he continued untying me.

"I'm surprised you felt that way," he said. "That shows you have a great deal of trust in me."

"I guess I do," I said. "At least I'd like to."

"I'd like that, and always know that I'll never harm you or put you in danger, but I will challenge you and I will punish and reward you as I see fit," he said as he massaged my arms, shoulders and back until they felt loose and lithe. 

As far as I was concerned he could have worked his hands like that on me all night. His touch felt wonderful. I wouldn't have minded his hands on my skin all over my body until he said, "It's getting late. I have to send you home. I have things to do in the morning."

I sighed and gave him a look that could have said, "I wish this evening didn't have to end." Actually, I was quite surprised that my typical smart ass side didn't come out and say, "I suppose this is your idea of punishment," but I wasn't going to push that line. I could only imagine what he could do with some of those implements that hung on the walls.

He gave me a quick kiss on the lips, a warm hug, and said, "You surprised me in the nicest way, but I need to prove myself to you, as well. This is about control and restraint for me, too."



A Masterful Weekend Getaway



All George told me I needed for the weekend was casual clothes, a bathing suit, and beach sandals. I assumed sunscreen would be important ... and my hair dryer, a brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, makeup, shampoo, soap ... Before I knew it, my carry-on suitcase was packed to the gills. I wondered if men had any idea what kind of project it was to pack just to spend the night somewhere, especially at the spur of the moment.

He picked me up at nine, threw my suitcase in the back seat, and we hit the road going north.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

He gave me a smile and a kiss and said, "You'll see when we get there."

Of course. Why would I expect him to break his pattern? After only being out with him three times since we first met, I figured whatever he had planned would be fun and that I'd be in safe hands.

He was in an incredibly playful mood, singing to bad '70's songs on satellite radio and cracking jokes along the way. This was a side I really hadn't seen of him, which tended to be incredibly proper, polite, serious and sometimes stern. It was a side of him I was really having a lot of fun with until he told me: "Hike your left foot up on the dashboard."

I looked at him to look for a cue to what he was up to. He glared at me, a reminder that I should have responded with, "Yes, Sir," and not bother to question him.

"That's twelve," he said, referring to the number of spankings I had accumulated for not following directions s properly since the night before.

I complied. I couldn't do this without my short denim skirt hiking up to my hips and exposing my bare pussy for anyone on the road to see. Thankfully, we were on a two-lane road surrounded only by trees on both sides. No one could see my pussy until he got into the opposite lane to pass a semi-truck ahead of us.

Oh my. Was he really going to do this?

I wanted to pull my leg down, but I knew better. I already had a dozen spankings coming my way.

George cruised alongside the driver who had his eyes on the road ... until he honked his horn.

The truck driver, a gruff looking man in his late 40's, maybe early 50's, turned his head and gave me a scuzzy, lecherous smile. 

George started laughing, and told me, "Give him a nice show while I still have an open road ahead of me."

He put my fingers on my pussy and guided me to rub it. I started stroking the folds with one finger and then two. Then suddenly, he pulled ahead of the truck to let an oncoming car have its right-of-way. 

George laughed and smiled at me, told me I could put my foot down and reached for my hand to hold it.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

"Because you told me to," I said.

"I love that you did, but I what I'm trying to get at is why you do what I tell you?" he said.

It was a good question, and I didn't quite understand my answer. Normally and with any other guy, I would have said something like, "Are you out of your freaking mind?" But with George, it was different. 

"It's the thrill of the challenge," I said. "It's about challenging my inner will. It's about challenging my trust in you. So far, I've come to trust you. You've appreciated what I've done and you've kept me out of real danger." 

"You're picking up on who I am and what I'm all about very quickly," he said. "And you have no qualms about where I'm taking you or what we'll be doing this weekend?"

"No, but should I?" I asked.

George just smiled like a kid who had done something really wrong and got away with it.

We spent a good amount of the time in the car talking about hard limits and things I wanted to try. He said he was quite surprised how well I had taken to Katherine the day before in the way I let her expose my nude body to him and allowed her touch me between my legs,

"Did that surprise you, too?" he asked.

"Yes and no," I told him. 

I was always curious about how it would feel to be with another woman, but chalked it up to it just being a fantasy of something I would probably never have the opportunity to try. That wasn't to say that there weren't a number of men who would have loved to see what George saw last night and would have made arrangements to make it happen. But with George it was different, especially in the way that he put a stop to it when things were getting really hot and I wanted to touch her myself.

"It's all about control, my kitten," he said. "Control over you and even myself."

"So what kinds of things have you ... oh, how do I put it ... been the master of your domain about?" I asked.

He kissed my hand that he was still holding, and said, "Many things. Many, many things."

"Such as?" I asked.

He laughed, and said, "If I told you, I would be tipping my hand too much. I like keeping you on your toes and keeping you guessing."

"But that's not fair," I said. "I've spent the good part of the last 45 minutes divulging things I've never discussed with another man all in the interest of you getting to know me better. I'm only trying to do the same thing about you."

"I'll tell you this; there is one thing I will disclose about my self-control with you by the end of the weekend, but until then, will you trust me to keep that promise?" he said.

I sighed and told him that I would trust him on that, whatever that disclosure would be. 

After a two-hour car ride, we pulled up to our destination; a large two-story chalet with floor-to-ceiling windows that covered the front and overlooked the Bay. He said it was his family's cottage, but with his parents getting older and his brother and sister living out of town, he pretty much had free reign of it whenever he wanted. 

He showed me around the inside. We unpacked our bags and the food he brought for the weekend before he took me outside on the front deck.

It was a gorgeous day – warm, but not too hot; sunny, but not blinding off the sheen of the water; and breezy enough to feel as if I were being caressed by a lover's touch like his as he held me from behind.

"I never get tired of this view," he said.

"I can see how," I said. "It's beautiful, refreshing."

"I was talking about you," he said before he started nuzzling my neck. "Come with me. I want to show you something."

He took me by the hand and we walked into a thicket of trees a short distance from the side of the house. It was barely a path of dirt, dried and yellowed pine needles, and leaves that fell last fall. In the middle was a small clearing.

We stopped. He let go of my hand, backed up a few steps, kept his eyes on me, and said, "Strip."

I looked at him as if to say, "Here? Are you nuts?"

"Thirteen," he said sternly.

I replied with the obligatory, "Yes, sir," and pulled off my T-shirt, bra and skirt. I stood buck naked under the trees as he picked up my clothes and walked away.

"George, where are you going?" I called out, and then remembered that I shouldn't do anything to call attention to myself.

At least I still had my flip flops on to protect my feet from the blanket of peat on the ground. The little bit of sunlight and the wind that managed to come off of the lake had little similarity to how it felt just a few minutes earlier when he was holding me on the deck. I felt a chilling feeling in my head. I felt bare, vulnerable, scared and abandoned, especially after the way he just walked off. Even more confusing was how he was so loving, caring and adoring until the moment he told me to take off my clothes. 

I just stood there and crossed my legs enough to cover my pussy and cross my arms across my breasts even though no one was around to see me. A few minutes later he came back with neatly coiled strands of rope, a thick blanket, and a large duffle bag. He put the gear down, walked up to me, and yanked my hair hard.

"My kitten," he said in that low and gruff voice I had come to learn to know that he was in his Dom mode. "I'm going to do some training with you today. You know your safe words, but I urge you not to abuse them just because you don't want to do something. I want you to give the things I'm about to do a try."

George lay the blanket on the ground next to a tree and told me to get on my knees. He took a piece of the rope and brushed and dangled it against my skin until I felt relaxed and comfortable. He looped a long section of the rope over a branch of the tree and ran it through a pulley and secured it to a metal clasp that held together the leather wrist bands put on me.

He took some time winding and knotting several long pieces of rope around me. At times, he'd pull on the rope attached to the pulley to make me stand stretched as high as my arms could reach and the balls of my feet could secure me while he constructed an elaborate costume of sorts around me that fit tight around my breasts and kept them and my ass and pussy completely exposed.

"Normally, I would like to see you fully bound in rope unable to move, but this weekend, I have several things in mind," he said.

The first thing he brought out was a large dildo attached to a heavy weighted base that he placed on a blanket. He lowered the rope above me, told me to kneel over it, and then said, "Ride it."

At first it was hard to position myself with my wrists stretched and clamped over my head, but I knew what the consequences would be if I didn't comply quickly. He sat back in a folding chair and jerked on the rope to bring me up and down onto the inanimate dick. He seemed amused by the way he was able to control the short pulses that I lay onto it. Even I was surprised how much enjoyment I got out of it.

As soon as my short and clipped breathing and moans became more audible, he asked, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

What else was I supposed to say? It was quite obvious. 

"Aren't you embarrassed or humiliated by having me watch you fuck a fake dick in front of me?" he asked.

"Yes and no, sir," I said.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, dropping my weight further onto and lifting me higher over the dildo with every pull.

"I-I-I," started to say, stammering over the stronger sensations he was controlling on my forced impalements. "I feel awkward be-be-being watched this way, b-b-but ... it feels so gooood ... ahhh ..."

"I can see," he said. "You're coming like crazy. I bet you're delicious." 

As soon as he said that, I couldn't answer; I could only cry out in ecstasy from being so filled and getting wetter than ever. 

"Open your eyes and tell me how you're coming," he said.

I looked straight at him and did my best to say, "Yes-s-s-s, sir ... I'm coming, an-an-and I n-n-need to come harder."

"How much harder?" he asked.

"Harder!" I shouted.

I really wanted to come harder, but I needed something. I needed his touch. I needed to feel him rubbing my clit. I needed to feel ...

"What if I told you that you were being watched by others?" he asked.

"Oh, my god no!" I shouted. "Only for you! Only ..."

I couldn't finish my thoughts. I didn't know how to. Was someone other than him watching me? I was scared and embarrassed, but at the same time, the pulses he was imposing on me by yanking on that rope became much more intense. I felt as if I was on the brink of explosion. 

"What if I told you that that guy over there has been wanking off ever since he saw you?" he asked.

"Where? Where?" I screamed in panic, turning my head around to see, but focused on being forced not move in a way that I might get hurt, especially with my hands being clasped and strung above me.

"Don't look around; look at me!" he ordered.

In between my orgasmic cries, I managed to barely eke out a feeble "Yes, sir."

"Good, good, my kitten," he said in a softer voice. "I like watching that man over there hiding behind the trees. He's watching with his wife and he's yanking on himself so hard ... oh, my god ... he's spraying all over the place ... he's coming so hard he almost looks like he's in pain ..."

I felt as if I burst the biggest cum bubble of my life. Cum was just slopping all over myself, down my legs and up my ass crack. I couldn't stop screaming as the large fake dick turned into a slippery pole inside of me. 

He quickly pulled me off the dildo and raised me upright. I was shaking and could barely stand. Thank goodness he ran up to me to catch me. I was breathless and felt like dead weight in his arms.

He brought me down to the ground slowly, let the rope above me go loose so I could bring my arms down, and cradled and rocked me on his lap. 

I started crying in his embrace. It was this involuntary reaction that just came out of me. Perhaps it was a combination of sensory overload, both good and bad – extreme pleasure, extreme humiliation, and extreme objectification.

"There, there," he said softly as he continued to rock me. "It's OK. You were beautiful. You really, really were."

George held me until I finally settled down. He said it was the most amazing thing he ever saw.

Obviously, there was no one else around. The only voices I heard were faint voices of people on the beach and the muffled rumblings of motors of boats far off in the distance.

"Why do you do these things to me?" I asked.

He thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know. I really don't understand why. I've always been this way, and there have been only very few women who have let me be this way with them."

"How many?" I asked.

"Three," he said. "Two women when I was younger, when I was in college and shortly thereafter. They weren't around for long. There was another woman, my sub of six years. We parted ways two years ago, and there's been no one since."

"So why me?" I asked.

"Because you intrigue me," he said. "You're beautiful, classy, and have this joie de vivre. I love how you're so eager to please me, and yet sometimes you can be a challenge. You're a very interesting creature."

Creature. That was an interesting word. It was something I was never called before.

I thought back to the other lovers I had in my life. Aside from a couple of nice men I dated for a few months at a time, there were only two significant men in my life.

There was Glenn, who I met in college, who always treated me like a princess, but got insanely jealous whenever I was friendly with another man or another man looked at me as little as two seconds too long. Our sex life was pretty ordinary, and sometimes he'd freak out if I wanted to try something the tiniest bit risqué. However, he saw nothing wrong with having me watch porn with him on occasion. Ironically, I broke up with him after three years when I discovered he was running the same game with another woman who believed that he wanted to marry her, too. 

Then there was Brad, who was insanely fun. We got into some unbelievable sexual hijinks with each other – sex on fire escapes, inside open windows at hotels, in public bathrooms, and even in the coat room at his best friend's wedding reception. But he was divorced and a single dad. His daughter, who was in her mid-teens and lived with him, was always the excuse for why he couldn't promise a more permanent relationship. I couldn't move in with him as long as he wasn't married according to his parenting agreement, and he never came close to popping the question in the two years we were together. I told him that I had to move on.

Did any of them see my submissive side? Not that I could tell. Then again, none of them were anything at all like George.

I nearly fell asleep on his lap until he woke me and took me to the outdoor shower to get me washed up. He was so loving and caring in the way that he washed my hair, lathered my body, and massaged sunblock on my skin after he dried me off with a towel.

He placed a towel around me and took me to the front deck. He said I had been through a lot, more than he anticipated putting me through, and said he wanted me to rest and dry off in the sun where my skin and the ropes would dry quickly. He laid me on at a lounge chair and once again, the wrist restraints came back on and got locked together above my head and attached to the chair. He placed similar cuffs around my ankles and attached them to the bottom corners of the lounge chair.

George grabbed a beer for himself and made a mojito for me. He pulled up a lounge chair next to me while I lay on the deck with my pussy splayed spread eagle, opened to and teased by the fresh air. My tits fully exposed in the intricate knotted rope configuration he had me in. 

"What if someone comes walking up here?" I asked. "Like one of your neighbors coming over to borrow a rake or a cup of sugar?"

"I guess we'll have to deal with that if it that happens," he said as if my concern was just over me strutting around in a bathing suit that was a tad immodest.

I thought he was joking, but after a while, we got into a very pleasant and ordinary conversation about thing that had nothing to do with sex or hard limits. We talked mostly about work, friends and family just like any other couple except I was sunning myself bound to a chair tied in rope and secured in leather restraints. I had to admit I loved it. I loved the feeling of the warmth and the breeze over my skin – all of my skin. I loved being doted on by him every time he fed me a sip of my drink. I loved the way he would pause to look at me and smile as if I were some kind of masterpiece. I forgot about my inhibitions. This was the best feeling in the world. I swore if he came over to touch me, even if it was just to put a finger on me, I could have orgasmed. 

It got to be time for dinner – burgers and corn on the cob on the grill, pasta salad from the deli. A simple summertime dinner from the grill. George unlatched me from the lounger, brought me inside, and put an apron on me.

"For modesty's sake," he said. "And I kind of like seeing you looking like a happy homemaker."

I stuck my tongue out at him and flipped him the bird.

"Happy homemaker my ass," I said, being cheeky.

George pulled a long-handled spatula out of a drawer, tapped the flat end of it against his palm, and gave me an impish grin. 

"What are you up to? I asked, giggling.

His eyes took on a more serious look as he walked slowly toward me. 

"Fourteen," he said. "And you just made this a very appropriate time."

He took me by a long wrapped section of rope that ran down my back, hauled me onto the deck. He wrapped more rope around my wrists and secured them to the deck railing.

"Bend over, feet shoulder width apart," he said tersely.

"George, this is taking things a bit too far," I protested. "It's daylight. Anyone could walk by on the beach ..."

"Fifteen," he said, and he wasn't kidding.

I parted my feet, squinted my eyes shut hard, and held my breath. I thought for sure that he'd start wailing on my ass with the metal spatula. Instead, he caressed it softly with his hand and breathed warm wisps of his breath in my ear. He leaned against my ass briefly just long enough to let me know he was hard. I kept my eyes closed only to focus on his caress. I wanted to cum, not hard, but the stirring inside of me made me sway my body slowly. 

As soon as I was completely unaware of being handled like this outside came the sudden whack of the flat metal end of the spatula. I practically jumped out of my skin.

"Count!" he barked.

"One."

SMACK!

"Two."

That one hurt even more since I knew to expect the thin, semi-pliable sheet of metal to come in contact with my ass.

He caressed my breast with one hand and rubbed my ass with the other. I immediately went back to that place of bliss in my mind, stirring to his touch.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Three ... Four," I said with my face cringing.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Five! Six!" I practically screamed while gritting my teeth.

I was about to call out, "Yellow," my safe word to let George know to take it easier on me. However, he seemed to know without saying a word. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder lightly circled the flat end of the spatula as if it were a feather on the meaty part of my ass cheeks until he pulled it away.




A Masterful Weekend Getaway



SMACK! SMACK!

"Seven! Eight!" 

Those smacks stung. I could feel the heat rising from my skin, but after the initial stings, I felt like I wanted to cum. I wanted to be prodded with a moistened, tickling finger deep inside between my legs. I took one long breath in and barely let it out when I again heard ...

SMACK! SMACK!

"N-n-ine ... t-ten!" I screamed, starting to cry.

That time I didn't get that after-feeling of wanting to come, but then he inserted the wooden grip of the spatula handle into my vagina. He circled it around a bit while he clenched the soft and strong palms of his hand against my ass. I was starting to enjoy it until a gust of wind hit my face and reminded me that I was outside overlooking the beach and the bay. No one was close enough to see, but the possibility started to scare me.

"Please, please be done with this soon," I thought.

He took his time getting to spanking number eleven, and even longer to number twelve. I couldn't tell the difference being tortured and pleasured. 

SMACK!

"Thirteen!" I called out, muffled under a sob that came with the tears.

George pulled the handle out of me, quickly unfastened my hands from the railing, and grabbed onto me in a protective hug. The tighter and closer he held me, the harder my sobs turned into blubbering.

"There, there, my pet," he said, holding me and rubbing the flaming hot cheeks of my skin. "You handled that very, very well."

"No, I didn't," I cried. "I couldn't finish. I didn't like that. It was cruel. It was vicious. I was scared. How could you do that to me?"

"Because you were exciting ... beautiful ... and enjoying it more than I was," he said. 

I was furious with him. I clenched my fists into balls and wanted to punch him. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't leave his embrace. 

He held me tight and told me that it wasn't uncommon to feel a mixture of emotions. 

"This isn't just a mixture of emotions," I cried. "You're totally fucking with my body and my mind. "

He carried me onto the chaise lounge and put me on his lap. He untied the cords from my wrists and then loosed the rest of my ropes off my body. I nestled close to him and started crying again.

"Tell me what's on your mind; tell me what you're thinking," he said, pulling me in closer and stroking my ass where it hurt most.

"I-I-I don't know if I can do this," I said. "I feel like I'm failing miserably. I don't think I can be the kind of sub you want." 

"No, you haven't failed; not at all," he said in an assuring voice. "I'm getting to see a side of you that I'm sure you don't show to many, and I'm honored that you've opened it up to me. It's important that I get to know all sides of you, otherwise I can't be the best kind of Dom I want to be for you."

I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, but for the most part I felt better, until I felt the ropes falling off my frame.

"I feel naked and vulnerable like this," I said as he slipped the last of the ropes off of me.

"Interesting," he said.

"Interesting how?" I asked.

"I didn't expect you to pick up on the dichotomy of bondage so quickly -- the feeling of being captured and exposed against your will and then being let go and feeling vulnerable in a totally different way," he said. "Tell you want, let's forget about burgers and go into town for dinner."

Getting out in public, especially in this charming resort town, was exactly what I needed. It felt so much like a real date -- seafood, pasta and a bottle of wine on the second-story roof deck of the nicest restaurant in town. We laughed and pointed at the tourists and buskers milling about in the street below us. It was people watching at its best. To anyone else, I'm sure we looked like an otherwise well-groomed couple out slumming it for the weekend. I'm sure it would shock anyone to know what we had been up to this afternoon. 

This afternoon. I wanted to get it out of my head, but I felt compelled to talk about it.

"What I said about failing to be the kind of submissive you want ..." I started to say.

He pulled his chair closer to mine, held my hand, and said in a soft voice, "I'm the one who should apologize. I pushed you way too hard, but it's because you're so responsive and so willing to take on challenges and take them on well in such an extraordinary way. Sometimes I get caught up in what's going on between us that I forget that this is all so new to you and we're so new to each other. You're a natural."

George stopped talking and locked his eyes into mine. It felt as if there was no one or nothing around us except a wild whirring of sparks and tingles flying off of the two of us until our lips met, our tongues entwined ...

... and I melted right into him.



A Master's Abduction



There is a small pout to my lips as Master's mouth comes towards me. His deep passionate kiss makes me forget all else as my lips meld to His. I believe I was born to be His. He pulls back quirking an eyebrow. 

"Pet, you know business causes Me to travel from time to time, and I will only be gone overnight, so no pouting. Take your vibe and give that pussy of Mine a good strong orgasm for Me." 

His large hands descend upon my soft bare shoulders, though all of Me is bare as my Master wishes while we are at home, except for His collar and waist chain. Turning me away from Him I hear and feel a quick crack from His open hand across my arse, sending me off to the bedroom. As I walk, I hear the sound of door closing knowing He's now gone. 

My head turns, a soft smile on my lips whispering.

"Travel safely my Master. Come home to Your pet soon." 

Entering the bedroom, I light a few candles around the room. The warm comforting aroma of vanilla wafts up. As I am turning the bed down, the thick comforter rolls to the foot of the bed. I lay my soft form onto the silk sheet—they feel cool against my warm skin. I take hold of the thick rubber-like vibe in one hand, wetting the fat tip of it with my lips and tongue, enjoying the smooth skin-like feel this one has. Switching it on to a low/med speed, I draw it down to rub just between my hot already moist cuntlips, moving up to my clit in a slow sensuous circle, hips lifting, pressing to the vibrations. 

With my warm cunt cream thickening, I slide the vibe now deep into my pussy, holding the vibe in my hand, legs bending—knees up—feet flat upon the sheets. Driving my hips up and down in a steady fucking motion, my body is now hotter, and wetter, and craving the feeling of this orgasm allowed to me by my Master. I plunge the vibe deep into the hot greasy cunt that belongs to my Master. Pinning my hips back down with a fierce thrusting of the vibe, cunt walls squeezing in a desperate attempt to devour the toy, my cries ring out loud, screams filling the room as my orgasm as it flows hot strong, calling out, 

"Thank You Master, thanks for allowing me this pleasure!" 

As my body recovers I lie quietly. Small delicious tremors every so often quake my form, keeping my cuntflesh a tingle, my clit quivering and the warm juices flowing. Slowly sleep descends upon me, with thoughts of my Master vivid in my mind lulling His slut into a peaceful sleep. The moon's soft rays filter in dimly through the nearly closed blinds. The candles have kept a low glow within the room. My body turns and my face snuggles into my Master's pillow, which I'd sprayed earlier with His cologne. I breathe Him in as I sleep. 

Belly to the sheets, moist warm pussy still slowly sensuously pressing to the sheets in a soft humping motion while in my slumber, arse cheeks moving side to side, sweet dreams of my Master caress my mind. That beautiful dream was suddenly turning to a nightmare. A heavy weight presses down on my body, a hand snakes around me. Just as I am about to let out a scream, I realize this is no dream. An intruder is here in my Master's bedroom. My mind is racing and panicking, my heart is wrenching, and my body is struggling trying to twist out from His clutches. He straddles His thick branch-like legs over my back pinning my arms to my sides. 

He is strong. His hand holds a gag that He forces into my mouth and secures behind my head. He works quickly, binding my wrists. I hear the click of the steel, though the inner lining of the restraints is softer—leather perhaps. Panting breaths through flaring nostrils, again His hands come to my head to put a blindfold on me, my protesting groans and grunts mean nothing to Him. I am kicking my legs to no avail. He grabs them, snaps on the same type of restraints, and flips me over like a rag doll. I can feel His menacing presence over me as I lie there naked. Only Master's collar and waist chain darn my body. 

My mind is racing with thoughts, each one of my senses heightened. 

Silk..

It is the silk sheet being wrapped around me, nearly smothering me, my body bucking, trying my best to resist. I hear only the sounds this stranger makes—dark, ugly growls whenever I do something to try and spoil His plan. Each time He tightens His grip to let me know I'd best be still. I am flung over His shoulder, my arse pointed up to the sky wrapped in the silk sheet. His movements are meticulous. Aware that we are outside, the coolness of the late night air seeps in through the sheet. My body shivers. 

His grip tightens, and I am placed into the seat of a car. First my door closes, then the driver's side opens and closes. I jump in reaction to the noises—all familiar noises yet now in darkness everything feels strange and common noises make me anxious. All I can do is whimper pathetically, as this Man makes no sound. I do not know if He is going to do me harm or what is to come of me. My mind fills with thoughts of my Master, He won't know what's happened to me, and I feel the sting of tears. 

We are only in the car a short while before my body is casually flung back over His shoulder. Inside, His footsteps sound heavy—a certain sound like being on concrete—a musty scent—maybe a basement. My body is placed upon a flat surface. 

Wood, perhaps - yes.. 

Smooth, hard, definitely wood..

I feel as if my body is a mass of nervous uncontrolled shivering. The gag makes it difficult to breathe. I have to remember to pull the air in through my nose which is a bit stuffy from my sobbing. The blindfold is wet from my tears. He sits me up a moment undoing the wrist restraints. I breathe a little easier, wiggling my wrists about to try and move. No such luck. This overbearing Man pushes me back down. 

Pulling my arms up over my head, he attaches them to a different set of restraints that seem to be connected to the table. My breasts are rising up and down hard and fast. His fingers grab each nipple, rolling them between his fingers, and then giving each one a firm pinch. He takes the restraints from my ankles. I immediately try to kick. He is far too quick—holding both ankles binding one at the corner of the table, spreading my legs wide, binding the other to the opposite corner. 

Here I lay before this One—naked and exposed—vulnerable. His fingers move over my Master's waist chain and then up to my collar. I buck and twist screaming beneath the gag until He finally leaves my jewelry alone. I feel delight at a small victory just won, but only momentarily as His fingers now find my nipples once more. Taking one, He pulls and pinches; twists and tweaks. The rosy hard tips ache feeling the sting, yet at the same time I feel the touch of His lips suckling on my other nipple. The mixture of pain and pleasure confuses my senses. 

Whimpering, crying, I am not sure if I am in pain or I am whimpering at the soft gentle sensation. He is not my Master, yet His lips carry the same type of warm wet touch upon my breasts. His teeth slowly pull on my free nipple pulling it up as His fingers start to position the clamps. My body jumps. His mouth is covering my clit. He is so skillful; each of His movements is taking my attention off the impending clamps. A thin chain connects the clamps, and it lies between my breasts. 

Who was this Man? Did my Master arrange this? Does my Master know where I am? Am I just supposed to submit? No, I want my Master. 

His tongue sweeps over my clit again and again. I tell myself no, that I don't enjoy this. So then why are my hips are almost trying to lift into the stroke of His tongue to become one with His mouth? He moves over my moist cuntlips. My senses reel. I feel the first deep plunge of His tongue. He has a mustache. The only sound is a groan developing in my throat. Whimpering, questioning sounding like the word -

"Master" 

Again the pleading sounds begging through my gag iin desperation -

"Master, Master???"

Hoping, convincing myself it must be Him, as my body wouldn't react so easily if this One didn't have such a familiar touch. He probes with His tongue dipping in and out of my warm honeyed cunt. It is then I hear the buzzing sound. I know this sound. His fingers pull at my damp folds as He pushes the vibe deep into my wet pussy. Animal growls comes from deep within His throat, as He feels my cunt accept the large vibe, muscles trying to squeeze around its girth. Feeling tugging on my chained nipples, I am pulled slowly upward feeling the burn and sting. Then I feel something different—the softest feeling one could experience, my head tilting as I concentrate a moment. 

A feather..

Yes, that must be it..

Lightly touching and tickling around the areola of each nipple as they are being pulled. My body is a frenzy of feelings, the feather, the vibe, the tugging. More and more whimpering—my body is on fire. Suddenly my whimpers become hard insistent moans. His hand shoves the vibe in harder deeper. I know He is watching me—I can feel His stare, His eyes moving to the dripping of my body's sweat, His pleasure at the way my body is shaking. 

Quickly my fingers ball and fist, my toes curl, my mind is in such a confused state of ecstasy that I continue to try and fight off. I will only cum for my Master at His command for His dark and lustful desires. I am His playground, His canvas to create upon. Again and again the vibe is swimming in and out of my fuck hole, and then using a single finger He starts touching me at the valley between my clamped breasts. Slowly He glides downward over the flat of my belly. I pull in a deep breath through my nostrils. My belly caves in. His finger is still on my flesh dragging, and pressing. 

He slowly makes His way to my exposed clit—the small protruding throbbing bud of my lust and passions. His finger flicks over it as His thumbs join in the fun. He is pinching and pulling on it, listening to my threatening moan of a denied orgasm bubbling beneath the surface. I listen to His low grunts as He tortures me over and over with His sweet ministrations. His skillful fingers drive me to the edge as I fight off the savage plunging, sweat dripping from every wanton pore of my body. Silently my mind screams out for my Master. My hips are jerking as He fucks me with the vibe now creating a steady intense motion. Each time the vibe is thrust in He rubs my clit with His knuckles. His other hand has moved back up to the clamps tugging lightly on them to listen to more of my muffled whimpering pleas. 

As my mind becomes dizzy and blurred, He removes the vibe. The wet sloppy sound of it unplugging my fuck hole makes me crazy. I scream through the gag. I feel His body come to the table settling over mine, my head twisting in a heated protest. Wildly the blonde damp tendrils of my hair slap around my blindfolded and gagged face.

"No, only my Master can take me. This cannot happen. Please."

His fingers remove each clamp from my hot sore nipples. He quickly massages with both His mouth and hands easing the return of my blood flow. I can feel His thick rigid cock between my legs. The bulbous head is pulsing at my pink swollen cuntlips. A fuck hole so hot, wet ready to be fucked hard, my body is shaking. 

He rocks forward, His cock teasing at my cuntflesh. I am trying desperately to shift my body but am unable to move. His hands reach up, taking the gag from my mouth. Before I even have my voice back to cry out, "No, please no more." the cunt juice soaked vibe is put into my mouth to suck on and once again I am stopped from speaking. The large toy fills my mouth as I suck the sweet hot taste of my cunt from it. He swipes up the blindfold and hisses out the words through grinding teeth as He rams His cock deep into its home. 

"MINE!!! MY whore MY slut!!" my Master's voice strong loud commanding me.

My Master fucks me hard, and His lips come to my ear as my Master growls out throught His feral grunting.

"CUM My slut. Now. Hard. Give ME all you have wanted to release NOW."

I am crying, screaming, and yelling out my desperate need, my want.

"OOOHHHH FUCK YES, YES MASTER, MASTER." 

As the orgasm that was so torturously, deliciously built up comes hard and fast, it is that moment I know what it is to be in sub space. The euphoric feelings take over my body, and Master and I become one. No beginning or end as we move in a motion so demanding yet so in sync. My mouth presses to the hot skin of His chest, sucking and licking as He slams His cock in and out of the fuck hole He alone owns. Master and only my Master can bring me, His slut to this sublime place. 

In one deep solid thrust His cock explodes, thick waves of His hot cum pouring into my cunt, as my hot juice splashes over His dick, blending our lustful liquids. The smell of our sex surrounds us as our bodies drip with sweat, spasms coming one after the other—each one seemingly stronger than the one before. My strong cunt walls milk His cock of its cum. I need to feel my Master's body liquid flowing in my veins. 

As He collapses to the table beside me, His lips to my ear, warm breath bathing over my hot skin the sound of His voice vibrates along my flesh, causing the many goose bumps to rise.

"So, my pet, are you happy I didn't really have to go away on business?"

Listening to the arrogant, wonderful sound of my Masters laughter as it melts my heart, whispering in a husky well sated voice.

"Your pet is very happy, Master. So very happy."



A Master's Bargain



Master, renowned for his risk taking and spurious business activities has got himself into a bit of a pickle. He has been arrested at Caracas Airport for suspected drug smuggling. He is in the shit and he knows it. Slave was innocently recruited as his general dogs body for the voyage and has also been apprehended. It's late, the airport is close to deserted and master is alone in a room and makes a bargain he knows he will one day regret. A deal is struck...

Slave, alone in an interview room, no company other than a table in chair, is soon confronted by three lean looking security men as they enter the room. Slave senses immediately that they are not there to interview her. Not how she anticipated anyway.

Slave is told to stand up and face the wall behind her. She does so obediently. Next she is blinded folded, made to turn around and then pushed down to her knees. Before she has any chance to catch her bearings she hears the unzipping of trousers and within a few short moments has a cock thrust deep into her throat. She gags as the cock is thrust into into her mouth deep and hard and her eyes water at the pressure she is under. Next the guard who is forcing himself upon her holds her nose and she can barely breath as she takes his full length in her mouth.

The two other men in the room are erect and force slave to take their cocks in each hand as she continues to be throat fucked by the third man.

Slave is taken aback and barely has time to gather her thoughts as the men take it in turns to abuse her throat in this way. She gags and splutters, taking quick gasps of air as one lengthy cock leaves her mouth only to be replaced seconds later by another. With her nose blocked she tries to pull back to get air but the shafts being pushed to the back of her throat are too long and her head is pushed into the groin of each man and hands are held tight onto the back of her head, she is completely unable to gain any control in this situation. 

As slave is blindfolded she cannot see the faces of the men abusing her and cannot tell what will happen next. Uncertain and scared she loosely holds onto the cocks that have been thrust into her grasp. The guards, displeased with this low level of obedience give slave a sharp slap to the face and bark at her to wank them properly. Slave chokes at this action and manages to free herself from the cock in her mouth, panting heavily, desperate for air, a mixture of spit and pre-cum runs over her chin and tears run down her face.

The first guard pushes slave down onto her back, he is unhappy with her disobedience and he squats now over her face, filling her mouth with his cock completely he pulls her neck up and precedes to face fuck her while the second man begins to rip open slave's blouse, pulling her bra up over her tits he pulls hard and slaps at her nipples causing slave to cry out muffled moans through a throat full of cock.

The man who is forcing his cock hard down slave's throat now gets up and drags her with him. Next slave is forced to bend over the table with head leaning over the other end. Before she has a chance to catch her breath her head is roughly pulled up by the hair and again she is forced to take a cocks full length in her mouth. The punishment is hard and relentless and without warning her throat is filled with the mans come giving her no option but to swallow every last drop. All the while the man continues to face fuck her hard. 

Slave hopes that she will only have to suck two more cocks and perhaps the ordeal would be over but she is sadly mistaken.

While slave swallows the last drop of come in her mouth her body is pushed down by powerful hands. Further hands proceed to lift up her skirt and rip down her panties. She is now totally exposed to the men behind her. She is soon forced into a position where she is made to arch her back so that her highest point is her now bare arse. She knows that she is about to be fucked and feels deep shame as she also realises that her pussy is dripping wet after her ordeal. Is she actually enjoying this a little? Certainly some of what was happening was similar to sessions with her master.

One of the men grabs slaves's arse cheeks and spreads them wide apart. He realises that slaves's pussy is wet and alerts the other two men. They all start laughing to complete slave's shame. The man puts two, three, four fingers in slaves's pussy and rams them in hard. Slave is breathless now and awaits the inevitable. 

The man with his fingers deep inside slave's pussy then sticks a finger from his other hand in slave's exposed arse hole, then a another finger and another and another. Pain and pleasure receptors to the brain are so closely bound and despite the pain of eight fingers probing inside her the deepest recesses of slave's mind know that a secret fantasy is now being played out for real.

Slave is now completely stretched open by this stranger's strong hands. Finding it difficult to hide her feelings she cries out, the whimpering sound resembling more pleasure than pain, though the two feelings are at this point a bittersweet sensation.

Slave tries to fight the urge to push back to accomodate the probing fingers and welcome them further inside her, she cannot decide if this is pleasurable but it is a fantasy of hers to be used in this way and as the fingers spread her open she begins to hear herself moan against her will.

The guards share a look of amusement and taunt slave telling her what a slut she must be and how she must be used to taking a lot of cock inside of her, slave feels herself blushing. Her whole body is shaking now and sweat runs down the arch in her back, pooling in the dip of her lower back, the second guard procedes to lick this off her.

The second and third guard now assist in holding slave's arse cheeks open so that the first guard can really get into her.

The first guard has worked in his whole hand now, the second guard runs his hand over slave's lower abdomen and begins absently thumbing slave's swollen clit. He grabs slave's hand and places it on her abdomen so she can feel how deeply the first guard's arm is violating her tight little arse hole through her abdominal muscle wall. She can clearly feel his hand and wrist move inside of her.

The second hand in her pussy is making wet, sucking noises as it rams up into slave's little cunt hole, now stretched and soaking wet. There is no hiding slave's excitement now.

Moaning and bouncing back onto the hands that fill her slave is taken aback as the first guard swiftly pulls his hand without warning from her tight arse hole, the other guards spread slave's mouth open with their hands and pull her head back sharply, the hand that has been fully inside her tight anus is now forced into her mouth, slave is ordered to stick out her tongue flat and as she does so each finger, thick with her musky scent is ran along it.

Slave is now wide eyed, she gazes up at the guard filling her mouth, her glazed eyes are wet with tears and there is a mixture of lust and surprise across her face as she chokes and splutters unable to breath. The guard with hold of her nose pulls his hips back in one slow movement then slams his cock to the back of her throat hard causing slave to gag and choke loudly much to the guard's mutual amusement.

The guard in slaves arse hole has the largest dick and is working it deep into her gaping hole, he is sucking each finger and spreading her arse hole open, pushing his fat fingers past his cock and into her so as to penetrate her more deeply. He is rough and heavy handed as he plays with slave, occassionally slapping and pinching her pink arse cheeks.

Slave is wet with sweat and her hair is matted against her face, her make up smudged, she is sure she looks like the dirty whore she is behaving like and it excites her, she can feel the fingers and cock burrowing into her arse hole, rocking back on them she wets herself with come, gushing her juice onto the groin of the man beneath her, she knows this will be the first of several orgasms she will encounter as her deepest fantasies are played out.

The guards, realising how much slave enjoys their abuse, begin to tease slave, pinching and slapping her sensitive post-orgasm clit. Slave tries to cover herself but the man who was filling her mouth moves down and runs his tongue hard against it sucking the juices of her arousal from her swollen bud and running his hand along her, feeling where her pussy rubs against the dick beheath her.

Slave cries out and throws herself onto the chest of the guard inside of her, curved like this her arse hole is now fully exposed. The guard who had been tonguing her clit leans over and notices how wide the guard in her arse has worked her, there is plenty of room in there for more than one.

The third guard stares at the sight before him with fascination. The guard below this unknown woman has now taken a firm hold of her arse cheeks and is thrusting his cock up hard and deep into the recesses of slaves's quivering pussy. The guard continues his trance like study and now focuses on his other friend who is brutalising the girl's arsehole. 

The guard in slaves arse is impressed with just how much this girl can take. Never has he put his thick 10 inch cock completely inside a girl but now he grinds into slave's arsehole until he is balls deep inside it. He shows utter contempt for the bitch but also admires her all the same.None of the girls he and his friends have take advantage of in the past have been able to handle this kind of treatment. He has a steady hard pace now, almost taking out his length entirely and then thrusting it back deep inside slaves butt hole. The pleasure is immense for the guard as the blonde slut is pushing back into him as he thrusts forward. His balls are slapping against the woman's arse and the noise gives him such pleasure.

Slave's arse has been fisted and fucked for a good half hour now and is now gaping. The third guard brakes out of his trance and signals to his friend situated behind slave to adjust his position so he can also fit inside. Guard 3 squeezes beside his friend and wonders whether he can actually fit another cock inside slaves's tight delicious arse hole. There is only one way to find out..

Slave can't quite believe what is now happening. She has a big cock grinding into her pussy at the speed of an electric drill and has what feels like a cock the size of a baseball bat up her tight butt hole. Now her arse is split even wider as a third cock enters her. There is little easing in of her sore hole. This third cock grinds deeply inside her and the two filthy fuckers inside her arse grind deeply into her in unison. Slave never imagined she could take suck punishment and boy did it feel good...

The four sweaty bodies now almost move as one as each man grinds deeply into the woman and slave pushes back hard as the men grind forward into her. Tears stream down slaves's cheeks and she can no longer even tell herself whether they are tears of shame, pain or pleasure. 

Slave closes her eyes allowing her other senses to intensify. The room is thick with the scent of sweat, cock, pussy and arse. The men entering her are grunting like animals and slave hears herself whimpering with intense feeling, occassionally the cocks spreading her arse would push and open her further and she would cry out, pushing down to take more, trying to clench her gaping hole to feel the ridge of each dick on her insides.

The guard in slave's pussy now lifts slave gently off him, careful not to dislodge the hungry guards who are stuffing their throbbing meat into her sore hole, he stands and cradles himself in his hand, slave is so wet his cock is slick and covered in pussy juice and his own pre-come.

He shoves his two fingers into her mouth and pushes downward, hooking her, and pulling her face toward him. Slave can taste her juices on his rough fingers. He grabs her by the nape of the neck and tugs her head back so that she is now looking up at him. Gaining better leverage by balling his fist up in her hair, he holds her head straight and slaps her hard across the face. 

The guard's stretching slave's arsehole laugh at this turn of events and one grabs a handful of slave's arse cheek and pinches it before bringing a hand down hard to tan her behind.

The guard infront of slave feels his cock twitch and a smirk spreads across his face.

He positions himself and shoves his hard cock into her mouth going deep with the first thrust. Once again slave is forced to suck cock. Slave gags and her body attempts to gasp for breath. The guard's cock is rock hard now and he can feel pre come ooze out of him from within her throat. Swiftly the guard pulls out and slave takes a sharp inhalation, this is cut short as he takes her by surprise, slapping her cheek hard with his cock. Slave begins to breathe faster knowing her airways will soon be blocked again. In comes his cock, faster and deeper, in and out, tears and mascara dripping from her eyes, cocks pulsating in her sore, tired mouth and arse hole.

Suddenly with some relief the men in slave's arse hole withdraw. Slave hears her arse squelch and pop as the long, slick penises are pulled out of her. She knows what is coming next and before she knows it the two guards have joined the other and all three men stood before her.

One by one they push their fingers between her teeth to open her up, and plunge their fat cocks between her swollen lips. Pulling her head all the way back the first guard shoves his cock into her throat until her lips hit his balls. Slave begins to writhe and noises come from inside her neck. Fingers are shoved inside of her pussy to feel how wet she is, and then into into her mouth so she can taste herself. Slave suckles eagerly, sucking her arse from dick and her pussy from fingers she can tell these men are now getting close to climax.

Slave knew how this will end for her and sensed that the men had done this many times before. The man who had been pumping slave's gushing pussy now has a firm hold of the back of slave's head as he grinds his cock balls deep into slaves mouth. His ejaculation is intense as the three of them have been ravaging the woman for a full hour now and his balls are at busting point. 

Slave feels like she is drowning in come and wonders whether the ejaculation will ever end as it spurts down her throat. Slaves's urge to swallow is intense but the man has her head pulled up and is now holding her nose so swallowing is actually a difficult thing to achieve. At last the man lets go off slaves's neck and nose and slows his grind into slave's mouth and now gently slides his meat in and out. His fun is now over and steps aside. 

Slave is again handled roughly and a further cock is thrust into her mouth. This cock has been deep inside the recesses of her anus and the musky smell is strong but slave devours every last millimetre of the man's throbbing cock. She wants to enjoy these last moments. 

Slave had expected to have to swallow three large ejaculations but the third man seemed to have something different in mind for her as he again grabbed slave from behind and plunged his throbbing cock deep into slaves's deep arse hole. The two men again pump slave in unison. They come simultaneously as again slave feels like she might drown in semen and can feel the heat of the come deep inside her bowels. Again each man's orgasm is intense and when the deed is finally over the men leave the room as quickly as they had entered. 

Slave is naked, filled with come and totally exhausted. She curls up in a ball on the floor and doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. One of her fantasies has now been fulfilled but she was totally unprepared for it. 

After a few minutes one of the men who had brutalised slave comes back into the room and gently picks up slave with his huge muscular arms and carries her into an adjacent room with a shower. Slave is now allowed to clean herself. Also neatly folded on a chair are her clothes and belongings. 

In the opposite adjacent room master sits contentedly. He has watched the whole of the debauchery behind a two way mirror. The men had been paid well and had done a fine job indeed.



A Master's Delight



The day started out as any normal day would, then the phone rang. It was Him and the sound of His voice sent shivers all over my body. He spoke few words but was direct with His command "Come to me tonight and wear nothing under your dress except stockings" and then He hung up.

The rest of the day I tried to stay focused on doing chores and running errands as usual, but my mind kept running into what the night would hold in store for me. Had I done something wrong and in need of punishment? Or was pleasure on His mind?

I bathed, shaved, and picked the most accessible dress I could find in the closet and matching stockings. His commands were playing over and over again in my head and my whole body trembled with excitement.

Pleasing Him and being His good subgurl makes me feel so complete as a woman, knowing that He truly appreciates all I do. I race to the car and drive as fast as legally possible as the anticipation builds inside of me. I feel the warmth and dampness between my thighs as I get closer to our special meeting place. Nipples harden and begin begging to be touched, aching to feel His hot mouth on them. I pull in and I see Him standing there and for a split second ,I lose my breath and my heart stops, not knowing what He has in store for me is scary and exciting all together. 

Without further hesitation I shut the car off and get out, walking quickly to Him, gracefully dropping to a kneeling position to greet Him and get His approval of my choice in dresses. Good evening Master! Your call was a pleasant surprise today. "Hello my pet. Have you been a good gurl this week?" Yes, Sir! I would not want to disappoint you Master! I feel His hand touch the top of my head as He says "Good gurl! You may stand now"

Slowly I rise to a standing inspection position, still trembling all over as He walks around me, looking me over. His body is close enough to mine that I feel the heat and I can smell the cologne He wears that completely takes me into oblivion every time. 

He reaches under my dress and explores my silk stockings all the way up my throbbing thighs. Oh how I wish He would just take me right here right now. He continues up my thighs to my already very soaked cunt and slips a finger into me deep "you are very wet my pet and ready for me" Yes, Sir! I have been anticipating this meeting all day, not sure of the reason for our meeting, but hoping its for pleasure.

He takes my hand and leads me over to His car, opens the passenger side door for me and gestures for me to get in. Without question I do as He wishes. When He gets in, He reaches into the glovebox to pull out a gag and a blindfold, drops them in my lap and says "you know what to do with these." I put the gag in my mouth and fasten it, place the blindfold on and sit very still with my legs spread far apart and dress hiked up as He has taught me to do.

I hear the car start and the vibration of the motor is like tiny shocks going through my whole body. Unable to speak to ask where we are going and unable to see, I sit helplessly and silent as He drives on, with one hand teasing my throbbing pussy but not in a way that would allow me to cum. I reach up to my aching breasts and begin twisting at my hard nipples, but my hand is slapped away and I know not to try again. I feel something hard being pushed into my cunt and shoved in deep but I have no idea what it is, but oh how wonderful it feels to be full with something. I squirm as I adjust my body to allow it to be pushed into me deeper and I feel Him pushing it further and further. "You like that in you, don't you Lisa?" I nod my head yes. The car comes to a slow stop and shuts off, and I hear Him get out. My door opens and He grabs my hand to pull me out. "Don't drop that out of your pussy. Do you understand?" Again I nod my head and tighten my muscles around this this whatever it is. Im lead a few feet and then He lets go of my hand and I feel cool air blowing up my dress which is soothing to my hottt cunt. Then I feel my hot wet pussy begin to vibrate inside, oh my God He knows I will cum soon and yet He teases me like this, knowing I can not beg Him for release. 

Then I feel Him cuff my wrists and pull them above my head onto something that is holding them up. My legs are then spread far apart, which makes it harder to keep this vibrating plug deep inside of my soaking wet pussy. Straps of some kind are now around each ankle and attached to something to keep my legs apart. My dress is them cut from my body, I can hear the scissors snipping away at the material. Left naked, standing with legs apart, pussy packed full and juices running down my thighs.

I feel a sting to my naked ass that makes me jump a little, again swat, mmm oh He is lashing me with the tails and He knows I love it. Soft enough not to mark me but hard enough to make a point, across my bare ass and up my back. Oh God He is driving me wild and I want to scream out for Him to let me cum now but I cant. Swat, that lands on my swollen nipples and across both breasts, again swat. I feel Him massaging my now stinging ass and then I suddenly feel my asshole probed with something that feels very large. Oh please tell me He is going to lube that first! Nope, its just shoved into my tight ass quickly, making me scream out against the gag and struggling to hold the vibrator in my cunt.

As quick as it went in He pulls it out, again he slams it into my tight ass, forcing me to squirm harder against my restraints. Over and over again He assaults my ass and then stops suddenly, removes the plug from my cunt and shoves 3 fingers in to replace it, assaulting my cunt and my ass at the same time now. "Cum for me my lil slut!!!" Before He could say slut I was cumming hard for him. "good gurl, cum for your daddy. You are such a good slut for daddy tonight"

He removes my gag and blindfold, and I realize we the woods and Im tied to a tree. Master I want to pleasure you like you have pleasured me, may I? "In due time Lisa, all in due time" He unties me and releases all my restraints, I almost fall from the weakness my orgasm has caused.

He walks me back to the car and opens my door again, but this time He doesn't close it. Instead He unzips His pants and pulls out the cock I love to please. I open my mouth to show Him I know what He wants and im ready to give it. Sucking and licking every hard inch of His manhood like a hungry calf would suckle its mother. Sucking soo hard and swallowing Him deep into my throat, begging His cock to feed me a hot load of His sweet cum. Within moments I feel Him swell in my throat and throbbing as He nears orgasm, so I suck hard and faster moaning around His cock, needing to taste Him. He squirts his load so hard, I almost gag but manage to swallow every sweet drop. Savoring every drop and continuing to suckle Him until He pulls from my throat. Will this be the end of the night for us? Has He used me enough for 1 day? What will the rest of the night hold? Only He knows the answers, but I dare not ask and ruin His happiness. I will wait to see......



A Master's Desire



It had been a long day of preparation, Sally had luxuriated in a hot warm bath feeling the water caress her ample breasts and envelop her skin in its soothing heat. The scent of lavender had danced around her engulfing her in a sweet embrace and relaxing her before tonight. Running her fingers through her tousled auburn locks her mind drifted away at the thoughts of his rough fingers doing the same, before his calloused hands touched and played with every inch of her willing body. With a soft sigh Sally's hand moved down her creamy body, her fingers parting her inner folds as she felt the unmistakeable wetness there. She needed him and he knew it.

Removing herself from the now cooling bath Sally reached for a fluffy white towel and began to dry every inch of her shapely frame. Glancing at herself in the full length mirror a smile played at the corners of her lips imagining him standing behind her, his hands grasping her large sensitive breasts making her gasp when he tweaked her nipples before sliding his hands down over her toned stomach to her eagerly awaiting pussy. She could hardly wait for his arrival and knew that when he was here it would be impossible to resist his charm.

Moving from the bathroom Sally purveyed the bedroom ensuring that everything he had requested had been put in place. The candles were scattered around the room ready to be lit, the paddles lay almost reverently upon her cleared dresser surrounded by various other toys which would be used for their pleasure tonight. Sighing to herself she gently reached out and touched the glass dildo he had purchased for her knowing that soon the small rivulets would be caressing deep within her most intimate areas. Dragging herself away from the toys Sally moved to check the time and realizing she had less time than she thought she began to get ready for him. 

Half an hour later her hair had been dried and styled into softly cascading locks falling just to below her shoulders and her simmering brown eyes had been emphasized with the barest amount of eyeliner knowing that very soon as her body was made to dance the line of pleasure and pain her tears would roll down her flushed cheeks taking her makeup with them. Completing the look with a light smearing of pale pink lipstick Sally stared at herself a while in the mirror. She could hardly recognize the woman looking back at her, so confident and so self assured her eyes already burning with the lust that coursed through her body. 

She was already wet for him and almost in a state of dizzying anticipation she encased her curves in a sumptuous lacquered corset reveling in the confinement it placed around her curves. Attaching a pair of black seamed stockings she bent to correct the seams so that they run straight up the back of her legs drawing the gaze to her ever so spankable heart shaped ass. Completing her outfit with a pair of black patent heels which wrapped around her ankles and a thong that matched her corset Sally was ready for him.

Making her way downstairs Sally busied herself around the house each minute feeling like an hour as she awaited the sound of the doorbell. Finally however she heard it and her body froze, was she ready? Would he be happy? Moving in an almost trance like state she answered the door opening it to him and moving back into the passageway before kneeling down her palms face up on her spread thighs and her eyes downcast as she awaited His comments. She wished that she could look at Him, to see His piercing green eyes surveying her body. He was the most handsome man she had ever met, His shoulder length blonde hair always felt so soft against her skin and she couldn't help but remember the ways in which His toned body had brought her to the heights of pleasure just to leave her there; torturing her before He uttered the one word needed for her release. 

Feeling His eyes upon her, Sally's heart began to race hoping she had pleased Him, wondering why He hesitated. Almost when her reserve began to buckle He spoke,

"Well done My pet, come here,"

Moving swiftly to stand in front of Him she felt Him place His hand on her cheek making her whole body relax and the sparks of tension and excitement from the day dissipate in the simple sensation of being with Him. Tucking her hair behind her ear He moved in close, whispering in her ear ever so softly,

"I hope you're ready for Me, My girl,"

He then began kissing her ear softly running His tongue over the outside down to suck on the lobe making Sally's knees buckle as she moaned against Him. Never stopping He turned her around reaching down to caress the top of her breasts which were presented by the corset. His mouth moving from her ear down over her neck leaving a wet trail of butterfly kisses' before pressing her hard against Him. His hand moving around her waist as He held her close and sucked firmly on the most sensitive part of her neck knowing that it would be so hard for her to resist cumming like this.

"Maa...Master"

Sally's body began to betray her as she moaned and squealed against the assault on her neck, feeling her juices run down her thighs, her voice so desperate as she begged Him to let her cum. 

"P...please Master, please."

Almost at the point of cumming Sally's head began to swim as her Master took her body even higher before pulling away from her neck with a sadistic chuckle. 

"Up those stairs now girl,"

Gasping for breath, her legs feeling increasingly unsteady Sally began to navigate up the stairs trying to sway her hips seductively for her Master's pleasure but surely failing as her whole body felt weak after the assault on her neck. Her heart racing she pushed the door to the bedroom open and waited for His orders. As He came up behind her his manly scent engulfed her making her breathe deeply in luxuriating in the smell and the overwhelming effect His presence had over her. Hearing the sound of the chair being moved in the corner of the room and repositioned she dared to turn her head and see her Master pouring Himself a glass of whiskey which she had put there ready for Him. Imagining herself straddling His lap tasting the sweet droplets of whiskey mixed with the delirious taste of Him she was shocked back to reality when He ordered her to strip for Him. 

The nervousness engulfed Sally as she was always unsure how to dance and strip provocatively; but knowing she shouldn't delay or she might anger Him she turned around to face her back to Him and began swaying her hips seductively while gently pulling on the laces at the back of the corset. With the ribbons undone and her hips still mesmerizing her Master she began to unclasp the corset turning to face Him and letting it drop to the floor. Her nipples were so hard and her breasts ached for Him as she panted in excitement wishing that He would stop her and touch her skin. Lifting her foot Sally nestled it in between her Master's legs unfastening her stockings and rolling it down over her shapely leg right in front of Him. She wished that she could stop and kneel in front of Him and worship His cock but knowing she had to continue she removed her other stocking in the same manner, this time staring boldly into his eyes she licked her lips seductively before turning around and bending straight legged to slip her very wet thong down over her ass and down her legs to meet the pool of clothes on the floor. 

Turning her head over her shoulder to stare at her Master, Sally was acutely aware of the way He was looking at her. So calm and collected she was almost disappointed that her routine hadn't worked, but one look at His eyes showed the true desire and potential all caged up inside Him. She had teased Him so many times before, daring the release of all that lust and fervently remembering the spankings He had given her for even trying. He was always so in control and she both loved and loathed that about Him. When her body yearned for release and she moaned in ecstasy at what He was doing to her, He could remain so stoic only His eyes showing the battle that raged within Him. 

"Get on your hands and knees girl and present that beautiful ass to me,"

In a daze Sally climbed onto the bed feeling the sumptuous silk caress her hands and knees as a shiver of expectation ran through her body. The air was electric as she sensed Him walk over to the dresser and peruse the toys, choosing His favorite for tonight.

"Move to the edge of the bed girl and spread those thighs wide,"

Moving to the edge of the bed Sally could feel every muscle in her body tense with expectation, dying to turn her head and look at her Master she bit her lower lip gently, grasping at the silk sheets as the first blow from the leather paddle landed straight across her ass. Sally gasped for breath, feeling the tears already prickle at the corners of her eyes but there was no way to deny the throbbing heat growing inside her. 

"Girl don't make me punish you, count the blows like a good little pet,"

Sally's mind reeled through the next few blows as she thanked her Master almost breathlessly after each only realizing halfway through that He had switched to something harder, something that nearly made her body melt with both pleasure and pain with each well placed smack; the wooden spanker no doubt. Twitching and sobbing with both need and agony Sally couldn't control her body as it moved towards the spanker each time almost begging for another blow while her mouth was set into the most beautiful O shape. 

All too soon the spanking stopped and Sally felt the gentle caress of her Master's hand on her ass before dipping down into her pussy and feeling the wetness there. A flush came over Sally and she moaned aloud as His fingers pushed up inside her, thrusting and caressing her g-spot. The orgasm building Sally felt out of control, fucking his hand like a bitch in heat, nearing that precipice and all too ready to fall off before...

*crack* 

The paddle came crashing down on her ass shocking her almost into silence, forcing the tears to roll down her flushed cheeks. Her Master removed His fingers and presented them to her mouth and as she hungrily lapped at them she heard Him chuckle and say, 

"I don't want you getting too carried away just yet my pet, we have all night after all."

With that Sally's Master walked around the bed and placed a leather blindfold over her eyes blanking out the world, next He touched her satin soft lips before ordering her to open them. She knew what was coming next and as the ball popped into her mouth Sally reveled in the texture and taste of the rubber, knowing soon she would be unable to stop her mouth from aching, and yet instead of being unpleasant they only helped to focus Sally's senses on the aching need within her pussy. 

Feeling her Master move away Sally harnessed her hearing, trying to place where in the room her Master was, first He was by the dresser rustling the toys, next she heard a light almost pumping noise before feeling His presence at the end of the bed spreading her ass cheeks. Sally was so exposed and the coldness of the toy as it pressed into her tight asshole made her wince but the comforting words of her Master and the occasional flick of His finger over her clit helped her relax enough until the metal butt plug was lodged firmly inside. But something strange was happening, every time she inhaled or exhaled she felt a soft tickle of hair across the back of her legs. 

Almost at once the image of herself swam into Sally's mind, kneeling on her bed thighs spread, gagged and blindfolded with a horse tail butt plug inside her and OH! all thoughts were thrown from her mind as Sally felt the tip of her rabbit being pushed inside her nearly tipping her over the edge. As her body bucked and she panted Sally wanted to beg to cum but the damned gag in her mouth prevented her and without His permission she knew she would be punished if she gave in to her desire. 

Building, building, building Sally could barely take it when her Master's hot breath tickled her ear and whispered,

"Cum for me slut,"

As Sally tried to scream out her pleasure her pussy clamped so hard around the vibrator only helping to send her body into the throws of much needed release before the world began to swim and everything went black.

***

Coming to Sally felt every tingle through her body but realized that something wasn't quite right... pulling at her wrists she realized she was tied down...tied down? But wasn't she kneeling? Feeling a quick sting on her breasts Sally gasped realizing the gag had been removed.

"Ah you're awake my pet, I thought while you were out that I would prepare you for my pleasure. Your breasts look so beautiful with the rope around them like that, these restraints were a very good investment. I love seeing your sweet pussy all spread like that, waiting for me, but first I know how much you love the wax,"

With that another drop landed directly on Sally's nipple making her moan, every droplet rekindling the simmering fire within her. As the droplets landed lower and lower Sally began to whimper before she screamed out. A stray droplet, or well maybe a very well placed one landed on Sally's throbbing clit making her body arch against the restraints.

Lying there panting Sally heard even more rustling at the dresser. Holding her breath she dared to imagine what it was that her Master was gathering for her torture. As her mind began to over think she felt a firm pinch on both her nipples as the clover clamps were attached there. After her initial wince of pain the pressure forced all thoughts from Sally's mind and the calmness over took her. As she began to relax Sally felt a sharp tug on the chain linking the two clamps and as she screamed in shock she heard her Master say,

"Open your mouth girl and hold the chain nice and tight, I want to see it pull those nipples up,"

Feeling the chain being placed against her lips she opened her mouth holding the chain tight, the pull on her nipples causing her body to wince and tears to once again roll down her cheeks but deep within her the pain began to fan the flames and the pleasure once again began to build. 

Feeling the blindfold being removed from her eyes Sally blinked a few times and tried to smile despite the chain and tears as she stared up at her Master positioned over her. His strong hands reaching up to cover the restraints pinning her even more. Once upon a time it would have sent Sally into a panic but she trusted her Master completely and even enjoyed the pressure there as it only served to awaken her body even more. As He forcefully entered her Sally moaned loudly dropping the chain from her mouth as the sensations overrode her body. With each stoke they moaned in union her body clasping around Him, wishing she could wrap her legs around His waist or feel Him holding them as he fucked her into submission but His long, slow, deep, rhythmic strokes only served to tease her and force her impatience to the surface. Something which had resulted her in being spanked and flogged many a time for speaking out of turn. 

Feeling the orgasm lap at the surface of her self control Sally began to moan, pleading with her Master to let her cum but He just continued to fuck her. Harder and faster now she knew He was getting close when he leaned down and kissed her forcefully on the lips. His tongue swirling in her mouth, dancing together they kissed and moaned savoring the connection and the electricity between them. Until with a final hard thrust and an order to cum her Master filled her tight pussy with His cum. With His cock filling her pussy with its hot sticky seed Sally couldn't resist, her body cumming hard around him every time her pussy clenched she let out a moan until it felt like her mind was swimming and she couldn't stop the pleasure controlling her body.

***

Lying there spent cuddling together when everything was tidied Sally remembered just how much she loved her Master, smiling to herself she felt the comforting weight of the collar around her neck and the warmth of Him next to her sleeping soundly. She would never trade her life for a vanilla one, she just loved Him too much.



A Master's Lair Ch. 01



The call came at 4 p.m. just as Amy was finishing her housework. It was her Master letting her know of his plans for her for that evening. He told her to be ready to leave her house at 7 p.m. He also told her exactly how to dress for the occasion down to the color of polish her toes should be. Amy knew he was serious about each detail. She took a nice hot shower, shaved her body especially her pussy completely smooth. She wanted so badly to slide her fingers inside her pussy and relieve the tension she always felt, but Amy knew that her Master would know she had done so. Playing with herself before an evening of playing with Master was forbidden by him and she knew better than to be disobedient. She began to dress exactly as he had instructed and did her makeup and her hair as per his instructions. At 6:30 p.m. she was ready and settled down for a glass of wine to wait for Mark, her Master. Amy was trying to be calm but already she was moist between her legs. She had no idea what was going to happen that evening but the way Mark acted, it was a big deal. This made her nervous and excited all the same.

At precisely 7 p.m., her Master opened her apartment door with his key. Amy set her glass of wine down and approached him with her eyes down. She got on her knees at his feet and remained quiet. Mark took her chin with his index finger and lifted her face up to gaze at him. She shyly smiled at him.

"Rise and kiss me now," he told her. She stood before him quietly and on tiptoes tilted her chin and kissed his warm lips. "Back up and let me look at you," he said then. As she did so, he gave her further commands. "Bend over and touch the floor facing away from me."

She immediately did so and in doing this, exposed her ass to him. Her short skirt barely concealed her pink pussy. He silently inspected her to make sure she followed his instructions on preparing for him to the letter. She was glad she had done so. He felt underneath her skirt and made sure she was properly shaved and ready for whatever he decided was to be her fate. Amy knew her pussy was glistening in the candlelight of her living room. Her Master's low whistle of appreciation told her he approved. He smiled gently and she knew she had pleased him. She hoped he would fuck her right then and there, but she knew he had other plans for the evening. He was dressed very well, almost business like. Mark gave Amy a hard slap on the ass, which caused her to jump and told her to finish her wine and accompany him to his car.

During the drive, Master told her of his day. Whenever Amy rode with Him in the car, he required her to insert a vibrator with a remote control in it inside her pussy so he could tease her while he was driving. As he talked, he would start the vibrator massaging her pussy, while she tried to sit still and listen attentively. Amy noticed he had stopped discussing work and was smiling at her. "What a good little slut you are for sitting so still," he remarked. She blushed and smiled at him.

After driving for 45 minutes, Mark pulled up to an enormous house outside of the city. She had never been here before and had a question in her hazel eyes as she looked at him. 

"I have no intention of telling you why we are here, Amy, but don't worry. You trust me to take care of your needs so you can take care of mine, don't you?" 

She nodded at him. 

"It is your job to please me and you being here tonight will please me very much. I expect you to be completely obedient for the entire evening or else. Do you understand, my slut?" he questioned.

She waited for him to open her door as he always did and stepped from the car.

Chapter 2

Amy was extremely nervous as they approached the door and knocked. The door was opened by a man she assumed to be the butler by his attire. She averted her eyes to the floor and held tight to Mark's hand. The man answering the door seemed to know Mark and escorted them quickly inside. The man addressed Mark as "Master Mark" and informed him that Master Scott would be waiting for them in the great room. Mark obviously knew the way and began to lead Amy down a long beautiful corridor. As they walked, he leaned slightly toward her and whispered, "Nervous?"

She nodded without looking up at him. He smiled and nodded at her. "You should be." 

Her stomach, which was already very shaky, began doing summersaults.

The great room had a large oak door. Before Mark reached for the handle and pushed open the door, he pulled a blindfold out of his jacket pocket. Amy turned around obediently while her Master fastened it around her eyes securely. 

"There will be no need for you to see for awhile", he said to her. "Do you trust me, my slut?" he said into her ear.

She nodded silently.

"Wait right here until I come for you," he told her. He entered the room and shut the door, leaving her in the isolated hallway. She began to listen very carefully for any sound, but heard none. She wondered how long her Master would leave her in the hallway like this. It seemed to her that hours passed while waiting. Amy heard the oak door open and felt something attach to the hook on her collar. 

She heard her Master's low laugh as he said, "Relax Amy." He entered the room while leading Amy silently behind him on her collar and leash. 

She heard numerous murmurs of appreciation from the room.

"Gentlemen, I present to you, my precious slut, Amy", she heard Mark say.

Her legs were shaking as she kept her head cast downward. She wondered how many men were in this room and for what purpose. She knew she was being put on display, but she had no idea why. And why did Master have her blindfolded? She was caught up in her thoughts and almost did not hear Mark command her to her knees. She quickly got to her knees as ladylike as she could given her high heels and short skirt. Not quick enough though. Mark leaned down to her ear and informed her that she would pay for her hesitation. She nodded quietly and cursed herself for not listening better. She heard Mark quietly walk around her as the men in the room talked among themselves. Suddenly, her Master came up and told her in a loud voice to put her arms out in front of her and put her face to the floor. She immediately did so, which exposed her ass high in the air. He turned to the room and said, "Gentlemen, would you like a closer look at my slut?" She heard the sound of many pairs of feet heading closer to her and could tell that they had surrounded her. She was ashamed to be face down on the floor with her ass and pussy high in the air. What were they going to do? Surely, her Master did not intend her to be used by these men? Did he? She had heard stories from other slaves of such things, but did not think that Mark would do that to her. However, here she was being looked over as if she were a hunk of meat to be inspected. And indeed, she was. 

The men expressed pleasure in seeing her exposed this way and she could hear them walking around and around her to get different views. Mark then reached to the waistband of her skirt and unfastened it so that it dropped to the floor beneath her. He snatched it out from under her and then did the same with her leather halter-top. Amy was very glad her face was down to the hard wood floor so that the men and her Master could not see how embarrassed she was at being completely laid bare to these men. She knew she was shaking from head to toe. She heard the men chuckling at her. Her pussy, on the other hand, was practically drenched with her juices. Her body obviously was enjoying the attention it was getting.

"Stay there and don't move a muscle my little toy."

She heard the words of her Master as the men began talking among themselves and moving about the room. She heard glasses clinking. Amy was also sure she heard someone compliment her Master on a fine choice and thank him for bringing such lovely and obedient entertainment. Entertainment? What did that mean? She had hoped perhaps that her duties were over tonight. She thought now that her Master's friends had inspected her she could quietly stay in this position on display until he was ready to leave for the evening. The men, however, appeared to be settling in for awhile. There were several discussions going on in different parts of the room and she knew her Master was moving about and conversing with several different men. She lay there on the floor in anticipation and fear, her pussy getting moister all the time.

The men began settling down around the room as she listened closely. Her Master began to speak to the man she assumed was her host.

"Master Scott, you being our host this evening may have the first turn with my lovely cunt." Chapter 3

Amy stomach lurched at the words Mark had uttered. Oh my...this is how she was to be the entertainment. Her wonderful Master was going to allow his Dom friends to use her. He was going to watch them fuck her. Her pussy tingled at the thought despite the fear in her heart. Would he allow these men to do whatever they pleased? Did he expect her to fuck them all? The questions continued in her mind as her heart stopped. The sound of the Master called Scott walking over to her cleared her head quickly. She heard him chuckle as his finger traced a line from the nape of her neck to the bottom of her feet. She shivered. He chuckled again but this time deeper in his throat. Amy knew he was very aroused looking at her. All of a sudden, Amy felt her hair being grabbed and yanked back hard and she heard her Masters voice in her ear.

"Amy, my little slut, you will obey Master Scott exactly as if he were me. I will be here watching you to be sure you are obedient. If you are not, you will be very sorry. Do you understand?"

Amy nodded and uttered a barely audible, "Yes Sir".

He laughed, let go of her hair and told Master Scott to have fun. 

Master Scott appeared not to move for a moment or two. She could feel him watching her and knew he was deciding what to do with her. She only hoped he would not be too rough on her. She very much wanted to please her Master by behaving for his friends. Amy braced herself for whatever was to come next. The sting of the crop that hit her ass cheek caught her off guard and she jumped a bit.

Master Scott grabbed her hair as Mark had done and whispered in her ear. "You will do exactly as I tell you for the next few minutes or I will make sure you are punished severely girl! I am going to take great pleasure in using your body to pleasure myself. You will NOT cum under any circumstances and you will not move an inch unless I tell you to. When I whip your ass, you will remain still. Got it?"

Master Scott had spoken softly and yet she knew he was neither gentle nor kind. 

Amy spoke clearly as she said, "Yes Sir, I understand". And she did. 

He proceeded to deliver several stinging blows to her ass cheeks and the backs of her upper thighs. It was all she could do not to flinch but she remained still, tears streaming down underneath the blindfold. She heard stirring from the other members of the room. Master Mark was never this brutal with her unless she was very disobedient. Amy wished he would just take her home and hold her, but this night was far from over for her. Master Scott told her to bring her arms around behind her and spread her ass cheeks far open so he could look at her hole. She did so right away so not to incur his wrath and she prepared herself for the worst. She was a bit surprised when she felt an object being shoved roughly into her asshole. It was rather large and filled her up quite nicely. Amy was used to her ass being invaded although this was rather uncomfortable all at once. She then began to fill a vibration that seemed to fill her whole body. He had a remote on the plug and was playing with her ass. The switch had variable speeds and he was varying the intensity every moment or two. In spite of herself, she was enjoying this attention very much. She began to forget where she was and focused on the pleasure in her rear hole. He then reached underneath her and quickly plunged several of his rough fingers in her cunt. She gasped with pleasure as he fucked her pussy harder and harder. He immediately stopped and gave her a stinging blow on her ass cheek. 

"Did I say you could make a sound bitch?" he growled at her.

Amy shook her head no and bit her bottom lip. 

"There, that's better," he muttered.

The buzzing in her ass increased all at once and she had to bite down very hard on her lip to keep from crying out. Master Scott mentioned to the others how lovely her long red nails looked spreading her lovely ass cheeks apart. The other men in the room, including her Master, agreed.

"Stick your ass up very high for me now girl. I want to see those wet pussy lips winking at me."

Amy lowered her stomach further to the floor and pushed her ass as high as it would go. She could hear the men in the room behind her express appreciation for the sight. She realized she was beginning to take pleasure in this. She was however, still frightened of what they would further do to her. She was caught off guard as Master Scott slammed his large cock all the way into her pussy in one hard push with a slight groan. 

"Oh yeah, Mark, she feels really nice inside," he remarked with a groan.

She didn't want to admit that it did feel good having him inside her. He was enormous compared to Mark. He began to slam her pussy at a furious pace and each slam caused the butt plug to edge further into her ass. Good God, she thought, she could cum right now. She wanted to push her ass back against this powerful cock but knew she must not move. As he pushed into both her holes, he began to cuff her ass wildly. Just when Amy began to think she would not be able to hold back any longer, Master Scott began to grunt loudly. He quickly pulled out of her and shot his large load all over her ass and she knew he had left her. 

Chapter 4

She felt his cum dripping all down her sides as she remained still. Her Master approached her, leaned down and told her that an attendant would clean her off and to stay still. A pair of kind, loving hands cleaned her off. 

"Now get on your knees and don't move," Mark ordered.

She did this immediately and was instantly hopeful they were going home. Amy was so horny and the thought of her Master fucking her was almost too much for her. Instead, he told her to remain still until she was directed further. The men began to move around and she heard the clinking of glasses. She heard several men close to her and could feel their eyes looking her over, breathing on her.

Soon, the men settled down and she supposed that they took their seats. Amy heard shoes getting closer to her side and she held her breath. She was surprised when a hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her backwards. She nearly cried out with pain and humiliation. The man that grabbed her loudly proclaimed himself to be next. He told her and the others in the room that he was going to have some fun with her. He had a very sexy voice with an accent she couldn't place. He yanked her across the room and strapped her into restraints on a flat surface on her back with her knees up. Every limb was immobilized quickly. 

"I am Master Anthony and I am going to use you to amuse myself and the other guests tonight," he mouthed in her ear. He reached between her thighs and ran his fingers up her slit. "She is very wet!"

All the men began to laugh and comment on her arousal. Her face burned with shame. Why was her Master letting this happen? Was she here to be given to one of these men? Tears stung her eyes. Lost in her thoughts again, she felt Master Anthony slide his fingers into her wet pussy. He quickly inserted more fingers one by one until he had all four fingers moving inside her. She was deeply aroused by the finger fucking. "You do not need to remain quiet my dear if you wish not to," he said to her.

He fucked her hard and fast and at last she began to moan and scream with each thrust he made. She was unaware of anyone else in the room and only felt his hand working its way into her hole. It would not be long until she would cum. The room around her was stirring and she was unaware that several men had come to stand close to the table and watch as slowly but deliberately his hand worked its way completely inside her pussy. She screamed in some pain and much pleasure and he told her, "Bitch if you want to cum, you better cum now!" 

Relief flooded her as she let loose with her orgasm. She felt herself give way with a gush as his hand balled into a fist and he pounded away inside her. On her last spasm, he unfolded his hand and pulled out of her. The men around her all murmured appreciation for his skill and she felt her cum puddle around her ass. She was breathing heavy and heard her Masters voice in her ear.

"I'm going to clean you up now."

He got between her legs and lapped at her pussy until she was clean. He took off her restraints and helped her up. He led Amy a short distance to another table.

"Master John, would you like to introduce your slave to my Amy?" Master John joined them at the table and spoke to her. 

"Directly in front of you is my slave. You are to eat her pussy while we all watch. Your Master tells me you have never eaten pussy before and a woman has never eaten my slave. This will be good for both of you. Do a good job and bring her to orgasm or else!" Master John pushed Amy forward in the direction of his slave's pussy and thrust her face down close enough to smell the woman's arousal.

She was unsure of how to go about eating this girl's pussy. She decided to just do what she thought felt good to her. It occurred to Amy that her Master had spoken many times of his desire for her to eat pussy while he watched. She took great pleasure in knowing he was watching her. Also, she had always been aroused by women, so this was great time to dive right in, so to speak. She began licking each outer lip gently while flicking her tongue lightly across the girl's clit when passing over. She could feel the girl slightly move her pussy in response and heard her moan through her gag. She slid her tongue inside the slave's pussy and began to taste the juices that were abundant there. The taste was so very sweet and yet tangy and Amy knew she would never forget this moment. She lapped at that pussy and pressed her tongue inside the girl again and again. She did not even hear the voices around her urging her on. She then focused on the clit, which had begun to stand out and beg for attention. She nibbled gently and pulled on it with her lips. She licked and suckled on it while continuing to lap at the pussy regularly and sliding her tongue inside. Master John's slave was moaning very loudly and Amy knew she was going to cum for her. This made her attack the pussy even harder and she began to fuck it with her tongue very hard and fast. She was moaning herself as she ate it with a vengeance. She felt the slave begin to shudder with pleasure and she rubbed the clit with her tongue. The girl squealed through the gag and bucked into the air as she came in a torrent of juices all over Amy's face. Amy was wrenched backwards by her hair by Master John who licked his slave's cum off her face. He then proceeded to fuck his slave for all to see. 

Amy felt her Master lead her away. "Come over here my Amy", he said.

He pulled over to a big chair. He sat down after removing his pants. He took her hand and guided it to his large cock. 

"See? You have pleasured me immensely this evening. Get on my cock and ride me Amy. Ride me until we both cum."

Amy climbed onto her Master's stiff cock and squeezed him tight. She rocked back and forth and bobbed up and down for several minutes. She enjoyed pleasing her Master and she knew the other men in the room were watching and she was very excited thinking of it. She thought of them watching her ass as she rode her beloved Mark. After several delicious moments of fucking him, Mark knew she was ready to cum and so was he. He whispered in her ear, "Cum NOW Amy, right NOW!" She climaxed the instant he commanded it as her back arched and her head flew back. She felt him explode inside her and he moaned loudly. She cried out with pleasure. 




A Master's Lair Ch. 01



Master Mark held her for a few minutes after they were finished. He then told her to get up. He led her to a small but lovely bathroom. He took off her blindfold. She blinked and looked around at the pretty surroundings. She looked at him and smiled shyly as her eyes adjusted to the soft light of the room. He began to ready some towels and draw a bath. 

"You have been a very good girl tonight my dear. I am very proud of you. All the guests are gone. I brought you here tonight as part of your training. This is the first night of many for you. You will prove to me your willingness to submit to whomever I offer you to. You will never see anyone in these rooms. We will stay in the adjoining suite tonight and when we leave in the morning, no one will see us except the butler."

Amy raised her head and smiled at her Master. 

"On the way home tomorrow after we have had a good night of sleep in that beautiful bed, you will tell me of every single thought you had this evening. Do you understand my dear?"

"Yes Sir," she told him and slipped into the steaming bath beside her beloved Master. 



A Master's Lair Ch. 02



Amy was extremely nervous as they approached the door and knocked. The door was opened by a man she assumed to be the butler by his attire. She averted her eyes to the floor and held tight to Mark’s hand. The man answering the door seemed to know Mark and escorted them quickly inside. The man addressed Mark as “Master Mark” and informed him that Master Scott would be waiting for them in the great room. Mark obviously knew the way and began to lead Amy down a long beautiful corridor. As they walked, he leaned slightly toward her and whispered, “nervous?” She nodded without looking up at him. He smiled and nodded at her. “You should be.” Her stomach, which was already very shaky, began doing summersaults.

The great room had a large oak door. Before Mark reached for the handle and pushed open the door, he pulled a blindfold out of his jacket pocket. Amy turned around obediently while her Master fastened it around her eyes securely. “There will be no need for you to see for awhile”, he said to her. “Do you trust me, my slut?” he said into her ear. She nodded silently. He instructed her to wait right where she stood until he came back for her. He entered the room and shut the door, leaving her in the isolated hallway. She began to listen very carefully for any sound, but heard none. She wondered how long her Master would leave her in the hallway like this. It seemed to her that hours passed while waiting. Amy heard the oak door open and felt something attach to the hook on her collar. She heard her Master’s low laugh as he told her to relax. He entered the room while leading Amy silently behind him on her collar and leash. 

She heard numerous murmurs of appreciation from the room. “Gentlemen, I present to you my precious slut, Amy”, she heard Mark say. Her legs were shaking as she kept her head cast downward. She wondered how many men were in this room and for what purpose. She knew she was being put on display, but she had no idea why. And why did Master have her blindfolded? She was caught up in her thoughts and almost did not hear Mark command her to her knees. She quickly got to her knees as ladylike as she could given her high heels and short skirt. Not quick enough though. Mark leaned down to her ear and informed her that she would pay for her hesitation. She nodded quietly and cursed herself for not listening better. She heard Mark quietly walk around her as the men in the room talked among themselves. Suddenly, her Master came up and told her in a loud voice to put her arms out in front of her and put her face to the floor. She immediately did so, which exposed her ass high in the air. He turned to the room and said, “Gentlemen, would you like a closer look at my slut?” She heard the sound of many pairs of feet heading closer to her and could tell that they had surrounded her. She was ashamed to be face down on the floor with her ass and pussy high in the air. What were they going to do? Surely, her Master did not intend her to be used by these men? Did he? She had heard stories from other slaves of such things, but did not think that Mark would do that to her. However, here she was being looked over as if she were a hunk of meat to be inspected. And indeed, she was. 

The men expressed pleasure in seeing her this way and she could hear them walking around and around her to get different views. Mark then reached to the waistband of her skirt and unfastened it so that it dropped to the floor beneath her. He snatched it out from under her and then did the same with her leather halter-top. Amy was very glad her face was down to the hard wood floor so the men and her Master could not see how embarrassed she was at being completely exposed to these men. She knew she was shaking from head to toe. She heard the men chuckling at her. Her pussy, on the other hand, was practically drenched with her juices. Her body obviously was enjoying the attention it was getting. “Stay there and don’t move a muscle my little toy.” She heard the words of her Master as the men began talking among themselves and moving about the room. She heard glasses clinking. Amy was also sure she heard someone compliment her Master on a fine choice and thank him for bringing such lovely and obedient entertainment. Entertainment? What did that mean? She had hope perhaps that her duties were over tonight. She thought now that her Master’s friends had inspected her she could quietly stay in this position on display until he was ready to leave for the evening. The men, however, appeared to be settling in for awhile. There were several discussions going on in different parts of the room and she knew her Master was moving about and conversing with several different men. She lay there on the floor in anticipation and fear, her pussy getting moister all the time.

The men began settling down around the room as she listened closely. Her Master began to speak to the man she assumed was her host. “Master Scott, you being our host this evening may have the first turn with my lovely cunt.”



A Master's Lair Ch. 03



Amy stomach lurched at the words Mark had uttered. Oh my...this is how she was to be the entertainment. Her wonderful Master was going to allow his Dom friends to use her. He was going to watch them fuck her. Her pussy tingled at the thought despite the fear in her heart. Would he allow these men to do whatever they pleased? Did he expect her to fuck them all? The questions continued in her mind as her heart stopped. The sound of the Master called Scott walking over to her cleared her head quickly. She heard him chuckle as his finger traced a line from the nape of her neck to the bottom of her feet. She shivered. He chuckled again but this time deeper in his throat. Amy knew he was very aroused looking at her. All of a sudden, Amy felt her hair being grabbed and yanked back hard and she heard her Masters voice in her ear. “Amy, my little slut, you will obey Master Scott exactly as if he were me. I will be here watching to be sure you are obedient. If you are not, you will be very sorry. Do you understand?”

Amy nodded and uttered a barely audible, “Yes Sir”. He laughed, let go of her hair and told Master Scott to have fun. 

Master Scott appeared not to move for a moment or two. She could feel him watching her and knew he was deciding what to do with her. She only hoped he would not be too rough on her. She very much wanted to please her Master by behaving for his friends. Amy braced herself for whatever was to come next. The sting of the crop that hit her ass cheek caught her off guard and she jumped a bit. Master Scott and grabbed her hair as Mark had done and whispered in her ear. “You will do exactly as I tell you for the next few minutes or I will make sure you are punished severely girl! I am going to take great pleasure in using your body to pleasure myself. You will NOT cum under any circumstances and you will not move an inch unless I tell you to. When I whip your ass, you will remain still. Got it?” Master Scott had spoken softly and yet she knew he was neither gentle nor kind. Amy spoke clearly as she said, “Yes Sir, I understand”. And she did. 

He proceeded to deliver several stinging blows to her ass cheeks and the backs of her upper thighs. It was all she could do not to flinch but she remained still, tears streaming down underneath the blindfold. She heard stirring from the other members of the room. Master Mark was never this brutal with her unless she was very disobedient. Amy wished he would just take her home and hold her, but this night was far from over for her. Master Scott told her to bring her arms around behind her and spread her ass cheeks far open so he could look at her hole. She did so right away so not to incur his wrath and she prepared herself for the worst. She was a bit surprised when she felt an object being shoved roughly into her asshole. It was rather large and filled her up quite nicely. Amy was used to her ass being invaded although this was rather uncomfortable all at once. She then began to fill a vibration that seemed to fill her whole body. He had a remote on the plug and was playing with her ass. The switch had variable speeds and he was varying the intensity every moment or two. In spite of herself, she was enjoying this attention very much. She began to forget where she was and focused on the pleasure in her rear hole. He then reached underneath her and quickly plunged several of his rough fingers in her cunt. She gasped with pleasure as he fucked her pussy harder and harder. He immediately stopped and gave her a stinging blow on her ass cheek. “Did I say you could make a sound bitch?” Amy shook her head no and bit her bottom lip. “There that’s better.” The buzzing in her ass increased all at once and she had to bite down very hard on her lip to keep from crying out. 

Master Scott remarked at how lovely her long red nails looked spreading her lovely ass cheeks apart. The other men in the room, including her Master, agreed. “Stick your ass up very high for me now girl. I want to see those wet pussy lips winking at me.” Amy lowered her stomach further to the floor and pushed her ass as high as it would go. She could hear the men in the room behind her express appreciation for the sight. She realized she was beginning to take pleasure in this. She was however, still frightened of what they would further do to her. She was caught off guard as Master Scott slammed his large cock all the way into her pussy in one hard push with a slight groan. “Oh yeah, Mark, she feels really nice inside.” She didn’t want to admit that it did feel good having him inside her. He was enormous compared to Mark. He began to slam her pussy at a furious pace and each slam caused the butt plug to edge further into her ass. Good God, she thought, she could cum right now. She wanted to push her ass back against this powerful cock but knew she must not move. As he pushed into both her holes, he began to slap her ass wildly. Just when Amy began to think she would not be able to hold back any longer, Master Scott began to grunt loudly. He quickly pulled out of her and shot his large load all over her ass and she knew he had left her. 



A Master's Lair Conclusion



She felt the cum dripping all down her sides as she remained still. Her Master approached her, leaned down and told her that an attendant would clean her off and to stay still. A pair of kind, loving hands cleaned her off. Mark told her to get up off her stomach and kneel. She did this immediately and was instantly hopeful they were going home. Amy was so horny and the thought of her Master fucking her was almost too much for her. Instead, he told her to remain still until she was instructed further. The men began to move around and she heard the clinking of glasses. She heard several men close to her and could feel their eyes looking her over, breathing on her.

Soon, the men settled down and she guessed that they took their seats. Amy heard shoes getting closer to her side and she held her breath. She was surprised when a hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her backwards. She nearly cried out with pain and humiliation. The man that grabbed her loudly proclaimed himself to be next. He told her and the others in the room that he was going to have some fun with her. He had a very sexy voice that had an accent she couldn't place. She was then dragged across the room and could feel herself strapped into restraints on a flat surface on her back with her knees up. Every limb was immobilized quickly. The man told her that he was Master Anthony and he was going to use her to amuse himself and the other guests. He reached between her thighs and ran his fingers up her slit. "She is very wet!" All the men began to laugh and comment on her arousal. Her face burned with shame. 

Why was her Master letting this happen? Was she here to be given to one of these men? Tears stung her eyes. Lost in her thoughts again, she felt Master Anthony begin inserting fingers into her wet pussy. He quickly inserted more fingers one by one until he had all four fingers moving inside her. She was deeply aroused by the finger fucking. He told her she need not be quiet if she wished to cry out. He fucked her hard and fast and at last she began to moan and scream with each thrust he made. She was unaware of anyone else in the room and only felt his hand working its way into her hole. It would not be long until she would cum. The room around her was stirring and she was unaware that several men had come to stand close to the table and watch as slowly but deliberately his hand worked its way completely inside her pussy. She screamed in some pain and much pleasure and he told her, "Bitch if you want to cum, you better cum now!" 

Relief flooded her as she let loose with her orgasm. She felt herself give way with a gush as his hand balled into a fist and he pounded away inside her. On her last spasm, he unfolded his hand and pulled out of her. The men around her all murmured appreciation for his skill and she felt her cum puddle around her ass. She was breathing heavy and heard her Masters voice in her ear. "I'm going to clean you up now." He got between her legs and lapped at her pussy until she was clean. He took off her restraints and helped her up. He led her a short distance to another table. "Master John, would you like to introduce your slave to my Amy?" Master John joined them at the table and spoke to her. "This is my slave. You are to eat her pussy while we all watch. Your Master tells me you have never eaten pussy before and a woman has never eaten my slave. This will be good for both of you. Do a good job and bring her to orgasm or else!" Master John pointed Amy in the direction of his slave's pussy and pushed her face down close enough to smell her arousal.

She was unsure of how to go about eating this girl's pussy. She decided to just do what she thought felt good to her. It occurred to Amy that her Master had spoken many times of his desire for her to eat pussy while he watched. She took great pleasure in knowing he was watching her. Also, she had always been bi-curious, so this was great time to dive right in, so to speak. She began licking each outer lip gently while flicking her tongue lightly across the girl's clit when passing over. She could feel the girl slightly move her pussy in response and heard her moan through her gag. She slid her tongue inside the slave's pussy and began to taste the juices that were abundant there. The taste was so very sweet and yet tangy and Amy knew she would never forget this moment. She lapped at that pussy and pressed her tongue inside the girl again and again. She did not even hear the voices around her urging her on. 

She then focused on the clit, which had begun to stand out and beg for attention. She nibbled gently and pulled on it with her lips. She licked and sucked on it while continuing to lap at the pussy regularly and sliding her tongue inside. Master John's slave was moaning very loudly and Amy knew she was going to cum for her. This made her attack the pussy even harder and she began to fuck it with her tongue very hard and fast. She was moaning herself as she ate it with a vengeance. She felt the slave begin to shudder with pleasure and she rubbed her clit with her tongue. The girl screamed through the gag and bucked into the air as she came in a torrent of juices all over Amy's face. She was pulled backwards by her hair by Master John who licked Amy's face. He then proceeded to fuck his slave for all to see. 

Amy felt her Master lead her away. "Come over here my Amy", he said. He pulled over to a big chair. He sat down after removing his pants. He took her hand and guided it to his large cock. "See? You have pleasured me greatly this evening. Get on my cock and ride me Amy. Ride me until we both cum." Amy climbed onto her Master's stiff cock and squeezed him tight. She rocked back and forth and bobbed up and down for several minutes. She enjoyed pleasing her Master and she knew the other men in the room were watching and she was very excited thinking of it. She thought of them watching her ass as she rode her beloved Mark. After several delicious moments of fucking him, Mark knew she was ready to cum and so was he. He whispered in her ear, "Cum NOW Amy, right NOW!" She came the instant he commanded it as her back arched and her head flew back. She felt him explode inside her and he moaned loudly. She cried out with pleasure. 

Master Mark held her for a few minutes after they were finished. He then told her to get up. He led her to a small but lovely bathroom. He took off her blindfold. She blinked and looked around at the pretty surroundings. She looked at him and smiled shyly. He began to ready some towels and draw a bath. "You have been a very good girl tonight my dear. I am very proud of you. All the guests are gone. I brought you here tonight as part of your training. This is the first night of many for you. You will prove to me your willingness to submit to whomever I offer you to. You will never see anyone in these rooms. We will stay in the adjoining suite tonight and when we leave in the morning, no one will see us except the butler." Amy raised her head and smiled at her Master. "On the way home tomorrow after we have had a good nights sleep in that beautiful bed, you will tell me of every single thought you had this evening. Do you understand my dear?" Amy murmured that she did and slipped into the steaming bath beside her beloved Master. 



A Master's Love



she hears the key turn in the door and melts upon the floor... all day preparing herself as her Master had ordered. her hair hanging loose down her straightened back as she spreads wide her silken thighs... feeling the cold air brush against the moistness between them. He enters, smiling down at the pleasure that awaits... sliding His boot between her legs, pressing it against her cunt. A soft moan escapes her lips as He spies the glisten against the black leather. His hand reaching down... stroking His pet's hair as He winds His fingers around the thick dark tresses... "Has My slut done as she was asked?" His tone soft and caressing as she nods... " yes Master"... smiling He again spies His boot... " So it seems lil`one... rise!"... she rises gracefully... her nipples already hard from His voice, her wetness building as she senses His closeness. 

Her breathing deepening as He moves behind her... brushing the hair from about her neck with barely a touch... He leans into her... His body pressed to her's... "Did you cum lil`one?" more of a mock than a question, "No Master i didn't"... He smiles... snaking His hand over the bareness of her flesh... curling His fingers around one of her hardened nipples... pinching it slightly as He hears a soft moan. A deep chuckle against her ear as His hand guides softly down her body... a finger circling her navel as it trails down over the flatness of her stomach... a quick intake of breath His reward as He slides the tip of His index finger over her clit. "Mmmmm so hard My pet"... her knees weakening as He teases... her juices increasing between her thighs. "Go prepare slut!" a smile crossing her lips at His words. 

Moving quickly into His chambers she kneels... feeling His presence behind her as He runs His fingers over the softness of her shoulder... "The wall slut... NOW!"... hurriedly she moves on bended knees, rising... she lifts her arms... His grip tight as He cuffs her wrists. Lowering and placing the spreader between her ankles. As He rises He admires what is His, a deep growl brushing her flesh as He pulls against the chain... raising her slender body until her toes barley rest upon the floor. 

He can smell her scent, her anticipation as He leans over and removes the blindfold from the table... gently placing it over her eyes... tying it behind her head... her tongue licking the edges of her lips as she waits. her body craving His touch, His lips, His Power over her. "I control You girl, My words are all you hear, tell Me!!!"... her body trembles with every syllable, "i am Your's Master"... another deep growl as her body freezes... feeling the coldness of His blade run over her thigh, a caress of steel kissing her flesh as it draws closer to her core... "Feel My blade lil`one... you know its dangers yet your wetness betrays the warning" His voice deep against her ear... the tip of His knife tormenting her body as He guides it to her breast... teasing each nipple in turn... her breathing raspy. 

His hand slides between her thighs... and she feels the vibrations... pushing against her wet cunt as He slides the egg deep within her core... "Do Not allow that to slip lil`one for if you do... you shall fail Me!... Do Not cum before I allow... or you shall fail Me!", all the while His blade teasing, tormenting each nipple... their hardness almost as if they were reaching out for more... the blade running over her shoulder... kissing against her spine. her moans becoming more frequent as the egg teases her cunt... feeling His hard cock press against the tightness of her ass, "relax slut... take all of what I give you!" slowly pushing into the heat of her ass... feeling it wrap around His cock in a firm embrace... "Oh Masterrrrrrrrr!!!"... " DO NOT CUM CUNT!" His voice demanding as He slides every inch deep inside her ass. 

His cock working her hard as the vibrations threaten to push her over the edge. Disposing of His blade He takes another egg... guiding it over slowly against each breast... her body shaking uncontrollably as He trails it down over her flesh... " you will cum when I say slut... is that clear?", Circling her clit. making sure He doesn't touch it... " feel good girl?... want to cum for your Master?"... the sounds of the chains echoing in the room as she fights against her binds... " Master pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!" "when you feel this upon your clit girl you may cum... cum hard with Me slut... NOW!" working the egg against her clit she screams... feeling His hot cum fill her ass as she rides the waves of her ecstasy. 

He holds her weight, His cock still buried deep in her ass as He uncuffs her wrists and removes the blindfold... sliding out from her the pressure releasing the internal egg, resting her against Him, He leans down, with one hand around her waist He unties the spreader with the other before scooping her gently into His arms, her cheek laying against His shoulder as He carries her to His bed... "good girl" His voice barely a whisper as He lays her upon the covers, moving behind her He cradles her against His hard frame... fingers tenderly caressing her brow... " your Master adores you pet", a soft smile on His lips as her eyes slowly open and look up into His. "girl loves You too Master", "shhh My pet... sleep protected in My arms you will be watched as you dream"... again her eyes close... sleep sweeping over her as He pulls her tighter to Him... "sleep well My love" His eyes never leaving that which He holds in His heart.



A Master's Obeisance Test of Faith



She wears the black stiletto heels that make her feel so sexy. The black dress she has on flows over her skin in strips then gathers at the top of the skirt which barely covers her bottom, feeling very decadent, making her feel like a well taken care of sugar baby wrapped in luxury. She sits on the edge of the bed, thinking quietly about that last party she went to, hoping to run into the gentleman again and he is a gentleman with distinguished looks that make him stand out from all others. She noticed how he would stand tall, regal and would take his hat off to everyone he said hello to. 

She quickly gets up from the bed as she realizes how much time has elapsed and not, wanting to wait any longer to get to the party she walks quickly into the living room, grabbing her coat and purse, locking up, heading to her Lexus. Arriving at the party downtown in the middle of the city with the river to the east side of the building. She takes a deep breath, heading up the stairs to enter where the party is taking place, checking her watch to see it started five minutes ago. She places a smile upon her lips, opening the door to enter into another place and time.

He turns his head to the side swiftly as the smell of her perfume penetrates his senses. He stands very erect, tall, as a smile takes hold of his face, making him look like the hunter he is. He stares and watches as she crosses the room, heading to the bar. He makes a list of things she says to him as well as what she drinks. He nods his head in affirmation as she gets a glass of red wine then moves to the side of the bar, but far enough not to draw attention to herself.

He makes his way around to the backside of the bar area to come up behind her, inhaling deeply of that perfume, making his stomach clench with desire. He places his hand upon the small of her back lightly caressing her skin as he leans in to whisper, hello miss. He smiles as he feels her jump and stiffen at his voice.

He puts pressure on her to move toward the front door with him, as she finishes her glass of wine. She had a questioning look on her face but withheld from, speaking as he directed her to the standing open front door and his awaiting vehicle.

She was really worried now. She had tingles, moving at a rapid pace over her entire body, chilling her, as her pussy contracts, causing her to shudder with excitement. He opens the door for her, smacking her bottom on both cheeks as she gets into the vehicle, looking at him she sees that devil smile he wears at times, showing his teeth to her as he clicks them. She quickly looks down into her hands as he closes the door, hearing his chuckle, rolling in her head, as she sits in the seat with her hands clasped in her lap. He noticed she has been trembling since he got into his seat, taking a deep breath he smells her musky scent that is all her. His cock throbs with anticipation of what soon will be an evening she will not forget for a long time to come.

They arrived at the cottage he rented in an hours time. He pulls in the driveway, telling her to follow him as he assists her out of the vehicle. As soon as she walks through the front door she stops immediately as he bumps into her. she could not believe what she saw in the room. There was rope hanging from the ceiling tied to pulleys. She shudders as he shuts the door,hearing the final click of the lock, as he grabs her arm turning her to him. Smiling at her he fastens a leather strap onto her wrist. she gasps when she tries to hide her other hand by placing it behind her back, shaking her head no. 

He stood there looking at her, as he suddenly pulls her tightly to him, showing her rage that quickly comes into his eyes. She knew he was madder than he has ever been with her, trying to step back by in taking a harsh breath, he holds his hand out to her, waiting patiently for her to to place her hand in his.

Bringing her hand from around her back to place in his, she noticed it was shaking. He grasps it tightly, tugging her, turning her body around, as he starts, smacking her ass hard with his hand. she bites down upon her lower lip to keep from crying out which would only make it much worse. He was pleased she was taking his ass beating with the calm she is but he knows he is hurting her, stopping he draws back to look at her, noticing the bruise on her lower lip, Groaning he leans in and runs his tongue lightly over her lip to sooth the bruise, as she opens her mouth to him he takes her mouth forcefully for him giving in to a weak moment. She moans in his open mouth as he devours it, as she greedily takes what he is giving to her.

Her moans affect him in his groin as he feels his cock engorging against his body seeking her. He pushes into her body before stepping away to finish what he was doing to her. She watches as he finishes, fastening the strap to her wrist, seeing the chains rest on her wrists, hanging below them to fall to the floor to be fastened to her ankles. There is another chain that he wraps around her belly completing the ensemble to encase her in chains and leather. 

She almost laughed out but knew now was not the time, whimpering when he moves away no longer pushing into her. He pulls her arms up and away from her body to fasten a rope around her wrists to latch them to the chains above her head. The last item he places is a spreader bar between her legs.

He steps back to admire his work, as he walks completely around her, smiling at how he had her hanging from the roof with her feet flat on the floor. One thing was amiss though, Smiling he walks away to the small dresser, grabbing a gag out from a drawer, looking over at her then walking back as he places it in her mouth. She watches, as he suddenly pulls a three inch blade from behind his back, leaning in kissing her cheek as he whispers, be still. He places the knife upon her skin at her neck, causing her to gasp and shudder as he runs it down over her skin to come up under her shirt, slicing through it quickly and efficiently, as it falls to the floor. He quickly makes do of the rest of her clothes. She shivers from being naked and cold from the air blowing on her skin. 

He left her hanging, as he went to the table pouring himself a glass of wine,taking it to the bed to lie down. He watched her as he drank from his glass. She groans as he gets up from the bed replacing his glass on the table to start, disrobing from his clothes in front of her. She squirms and withers, moaning when to her surprise a woman comes in the room from the back door. Puzzled over this she watches him get a glass of wine for the lady, motioning for her to strip and come over to the bed to him. 

No! No! NO! she was screaming in her head as tears leaked out of her eyes as he places his hand on the woman's thigh, bringing it up further to the woman's pussy, watching him spread her lips, thrusting his fingers inside of her as the woman leans back , moaning out with her pleasure. She was crying out only to sound like a groan since he put the gag in her mouth. He looks out of the corner of his eyes, as he heard her cry into the gag. 

He puts down his wineglass, leaning up to the woman, taking her breast into his mouth, sucking on it slowly, as he hears her groan he sucks harder, making her nipple extremely tight, only to move to the other one to lavish on it, treating the nipple the same as the other. when he is satisfied he leans over and grabs the nipple clamps, fastening them quickly to each nipple. Smiling ,as he reaches out, pulling on the chain tightly, watching as it raises her breasts up, as she cries out from the pain and pleasure.

she could not believe he was doing this to her, making her watch him love on a woman and play with as if it was her. She has no choice but to watch. She did not know this scene they planned would go this far or to this extent. Now she knew how it felt to have something ripped from you, watching it being pleasured, knowing there is nothing you can do but watch as you try to reach with your eyes to connect to his to get it back.

She had to watch him grab her hair in his fist, pushing her down onto his cock as the woman gagged when he shoved it down her throat and to hear his deep moan of pleasure as she took it all in. She swallowed hard knowing how it felt to have his cock being shoved into her mouth like that. she felt her pussy react by releasing more wetness, feeling it roll down her thighs. Tears cascading down her cheeks to land upon her breasts. She wanted to look away but could not. She watched as he turned the woman over and savagely thrusts his cock inside her, as the woman screamed out from his thrust.

she kept watching and crying, knowing just knowing how it felt to have him slide deeply into her, pounding her until she came many times over and over. This woman was enjoying what she should be at this moment not her.

she threw her head back, crying unable to watch any more. It was too much and the pain from him doing this to her was more than she could handle. She cried out long and hard, as she listened to them fuck over and over, hearing there cries of pleasure as their bodies broke out into heated sweat and the smells of hot sex reaching her nose in the throws of passion. she hoped it would be over soon so she could lay down to sleep, forgetting what she is having to deal with right now.

He knew when she threw her head back that she was unable to look anymore. He not only heard the cry of pain, the humiliation, excitement, resentment all in her voice as well as the tears almost, choking him since he hated to see tears if not from him, inflicting the pain on her. It was all he could do to keep fucking this woman in front of her but he had to do it to teach her something that had not been getting through to her. That he could be with another woman but only with her in his bed at night.

He ravingly treats her pussy harshly for his guilt out of screwing her in front of his sub, growling as he thrusts into her one last time while his orgasm hits him hard, causing his body to shake. He orders the woman to leave when he was able to step away from her. She gave him a dirty look but he explained to her when he set all this up she was nothing but an outlet for him this evening.

She got up and left as he went to shower her off his skin. He finished his shower quickly to come into the room, getting his sub down, as he did he brought her to him, holding her lightly but firm within his arms, as he unhooked all the chains, taking the rope off as well. He turned her face up to his with a soft smile on his face, leaning in to kiss her slowly and very deeply. She moaned from deep within herself as she kisses him back, devouring his mouth with her tongue. He pulls her to the bed with him, laying her down gently on her back, spreading her legs as he crawls between them to thrust his hard cock into her. It never fails that she can cause him to become hard just from kissing her. 

Screaming out, as he stretches her wide open to thrust hard and deeply into her wet tight pussy. she arches her back off the bed, tightening her legs around him, trying to get him more deeply as he stops, bringing her legs from around him to lay upon his shoulders. He groans with every thrust he pounds into her, as she moves her hips to meet his thrusts, crying out his name as her orgasm takes over, soaking his cock into a hot deep liquid. He breaks out in a sweat as he takes the final plunge deep inside her, releasing his orgasm as he stops, straining to control his thrusting into her as his orgasm tapers off.

He lays gently on top of her twisting her nipples, pinching them as he takes her mouth is a soft loving gentle kiss, as she sighs her pleasure into his mouth.



A Master's Pet



Her thoughts frolicked against the backdrop of her mind. Scenes replayed and the mystery of surprises yet to come and made her driving as thoughtless as breathing. She squirmed against the seat and fought off a temptation to touch herself. But no, last time her essence had betrayed her, and she was severely punished. Leaving the interstate, she made her way through the city turning at last onto Academy Street. The full glare from the setting sun blinded her, but only for two blocks, where the white house waited with its ancient oak and canopy of shade. Nervously, she checked herself in the mirror, and hurried to the front. Her heels clicked up the wooden spiral staircase to the second floor landing. 

Three unsteady knocks sounded on the locked door as she breathed deep and tried to keep her composure. Her knees were weak with anticipation. The few seconds before she heard footsteps seemed like an hour. The door opened. He pulled her inside. He closed the door and smiled at her without a word. Immediately his lips were on her neck, kissing her roughly. Their lips fused in torrid passion as he pressed her tightly against the closed door. Her heart pranced wildly within her chest as she felt his hardness against her belly. She sucked hard on his tongue wanting more, much more.

Abruptly, he broke the kiss, and sat down on the couch. She hesitated, not knowing his wishes. Finally she took a few hesitant steps towards him.

"Stop right there, my pet. Undress. Everything."

She stripped slowly, stopping to neatly fold each article and stack them on the coffee table next to her. A large gray and white cat wove between her legs as if to say hello, then he pounced to the back of the couch causing her to giggle. She stood facing him; her eyes were lowered in submission.

"My precious pet, you are indeed a vision of loveliness. There is a blindfold on the coffee table. Slip it over your pretty eyes."

As she did, she could hear him rising and walking to her. She could feel his eyes burning her as they feasted on her nakedness. He took a riding crop and touched her nose with the tip. He drew it across her lips. Then, like a drop of water, it slowly ran between her full breasts. It trickled down her stomach to the small trimmed triangle between her legs making them weak. A finger wet with chocolate touched her lips. She licked at the sweetness. He guided it deeper for her to suckle, but just for a moment, before he gently kissed her lips. 

Still, he did not speak as she sensed him circling around her. He took a fist full of hair, and tilted her head towards him. His kiss was warm on her neck, a bite almost. He pressed against her. She felt his flesh against hers. His heavy cock wedged between her buttocks. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts in each hand, squeezing them in a circular motion. He handled her nipples roughly, pinching them. She felt a tingle all the way to her clitoris. Then she felt nothing but longing as he stepped away. A swish of the crop t found its mark across her ass. Again she felt the sting as it left two red lines across the ivory smoothness of her bottom.

"Oh please, Sir, must you punish me? I have not wronged you in any way, my Liege," she begged.

"Punish you? My impish pet, I merely startled you. I promise, if it's punishment you need, it wont be something so soon forgotten. Now, touch your nipples. I want them nice and hard. Mmmm.. that's it my pet. One day soon we'll have them pierced."

The aching inside her made her dizzy as she waited for his deep voice, his torrid touch, his fiery kiss. Her fingers continued to draw soft circles as her erect tips were hard long before he told her) to touch them. He gripped her hands and guided them to her side. The coldness of a nipple clamp tightened around her left nipple. He turned the screw till she winched, then backed off a little. The chilly steel chain looped across her belly, then the other clamp was secured tightly on her right rigid point. He tugged gently downward on the chain while pushing down on her shoulder. She dropped to her knees.

She felt his thick glans against her lips. It was wet with his desire. She licked at the head, but he abruptly pushed her head away.

"What do you desire, my pet," he asked. "To please, Sir, to taste you, feel you inside--"

"To suck my cock?" he interrupted.

"Yes, yes Sir, I want to suck your cock. Deeply, till you cum, my Lord."

"But you think it's your cock?," he asked. "That you can lick and suck at your pleasure without permission? Perhaps I should hand you the crop and get on my knees? Or should I send you home?"

"No, Sir, I didn't mean to be impertinent," she said quietly. "You pulled me towards you. I only did what I thought you wanted, Sir. Discipline me if you will, but don't send me away. That I could not endure."

"Place your chest on the carpet. I will be compassionate and only give you 5 lashes with the crop. You will count each one like this, ' One Sir, Thank you Sir.' Do you understand? Don't speak, just nod."

She nodded. The carpet was soft against her full breasts. She braced for the first swat, but instead felt his fingers inside her. Her face flushed as two fingers were sucked into her wetness. She moaned as his thumb merely rested across her hard clit. His fingers rubbed against the top wall of her vagina, then pulled out. Then the leather crop rained down on her upturned buttocks.

"One Sir, thank you Sir. Two Sir, thank you Sir," she counted in a edgy voice.

She clenched her teeth waiting for the next fiery sting. Instead she felt his cock hot against her pussy. She moaned as he entered her fully, deeply, pushing her forward. He withdrew to the thick glans, then pushed deep inside once more pushing her lean body forward. Then she felt empty as he slipped out and pulled away.

The crop found it's mark two more times while her head was still spinning from the feel of his cock.

"Three Sir, thank you Sir. Four Sir, thank you Sir."

She braced for the last. But, it was his cock again, hot against her begging opening. 

"Is it still your mouth you wish to offer me, Princess?" he sneered.

"Yes, mmm. no... God, no Sir, forgive me if you will, punish me later, but please fuck me now."

"Stand up, my sweet," he said, raising the blindfold. "I know what you want before you want it, my pet. There is much for you to grasp before you can serve me properly. But know this. I will take you where I please, when I please: your pussy, your mouth, your ass, or not at all. Also I will give you pleasure you've only dreamed about. But you have to trust. Do you trust me, sweet?"

"Yes, my Liege, I am yours completely. How can I please you?"

She closed her eyes as he kissed each eyelid.. She winced as he removed the clips from her nipples. He guided her to the couch and had her kneel on the floor. Sitting on the edge of the couch, he cupped her cheeks and brought her forward. 

"Now you may suck me, my darling pet."

She shifted slightly on the floor getting comfortable. She licked up his hard shaft tasting her sweetness. Greedily, like a ravenous untamed woman, she suckled him. Oh how she wished she could see his expressions as he moaned, as his fingers tangled in her curly hair. She had the power now as his world shrunk to the wonderful talent of her wet mouth. He grew harder in her mouth as she took him deeper. His knees shook with excitement till at last he cried out, and spilled his need against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed, and sucked, till he was spent, and breathless. 

He pulled away from her ravenous mouth. He helped her rise and lead her down the hallway to his bedroom, or chamber of delights as he called it. The familiar tight leather restraints closed around her wrists as she spread her arms and legs in a most submissive manner. He secured her ankles tightly in the same manner to the brass rails of the footboard. 

He kissed her- a warm sensual kiss she felt tingle to her toes- then she heard him walk away. 

Celtic music reverberated through the room. She could hear an occasional sound as if Master was near. Nervously, she tested the strength of the restraints. 

She wasn't thinking of escape, but merely an involuntary reaction to the anticipation of what was next. Suddenly the bed sank to one side with his weight. She felt a earplug enter each canal; the expansion as it deadened the music. Something soft, silk perhaps, covered her face like a veil. It slid slowly down her body raising chill bumps. The full weight of his tongue, velvety and broad, licked at her inner thighs an inch from her shaved wetness. She tried to shift, to slide her hips to meet the tongue with her pouting lips and suck it inside. But he pulled away. His lips moved to her nipple. With an ice cube in his mouth he sucked her nipple making it even harder.

She felt the pressure of his body as he mounted her. He kissed her fully on the mouth. She felt his hard glans between the engorged lips of her pussy. He was moving his cock with his hand, plowing apart her lips, but not entering as she bucked in vain against the ties. The head of his cock was now as wet as her pussy, but he would not plunge into her valley of need as she desired. But rather he was using as a tongue, licking from her anus to her clit. He never penetrating more than a half inch inside her aching tightness as tried in vain to suck him deeper. Hands pulled helplessly at the restraints as her head rolled from side to side with sheer pleasure.

"Please, Sir, may I cum?" she moaned in a haggard breath. "Please, I implore you."

"No!," he screamed. "Not yet, Princess." Silently she cursed him as the bed lifted with his leaving. Cold touched her breast. An ice cube circled around her full breast climbing to her nipple. Seconds later, hot wax dripped around her right breast, and the cube was lifted above so it was dripping at the same rate as the candle. The two sensations crossed paths at her cleavage and then back again. Together they made a wet(ADD COMMA HERE) white path, stopping short of her pussy. She felt something cold and wet against her ass. A slippery finger entered her tight virgin ass. Two more fingers slid inside the her slippery pussy. A point of a tongue thrashed against her clit. She felt driven to the edge once more as he worked his fingers in and out. She was once more about to beg for release when cruelly he stopped. He freed her legs, removed the blindfold and plugs so that only her hands were tied.

Once again, his thick cock was at her pleasure's gate. He teased her with half strokes, till she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deep. She squeezed vice-like around his hardness as he thrust deeply inside her. Like a fiery piston it moved deep with her, stretching her, filling her. Struggling against the ties, she moaned, wishing she could free her hands to touch his face and rake her nails across his back. But those thoughts faded as her orgasm was imminent. 

" Please, Sir, may I cum?" she moaned.

"Yes, my pet, cum now."

He grabbed the brass rails of the headboard and thrust deeply, holding there as her muscles convulsed against his cock. Her white knuckled fingers grasped the sheets as she screamed and moaned, arching her hips off the bed. He silenced her with a kiss. He felt the trembling of her lips as the last of her orgasm unwound through her body. Throwing her legs up over his shoulders, he fucked her harder. She felt him swell inside as his pace quickened. He breath was hot against her neck as his moans became louder. Reaching up, he grabbed the brass rail to increase his leverage. With a virile thrust, he came inside her tightness, splashing his seed deep within her in a series of spurts. He collapsed, exhausted against her body, and held her tightly in his strong arms. 

There were no more punishments that evening. Only a loving, dominant pampering of his treasured submissive with a shower, a total body massage, and then, long past midnight, she made love to him. This time on top, slowly, sensually, till they came together and she fell fast asleep against his chest.



A Master's Plans - Beginnings



Her body screamed out in pleasure and satisfaction as she came. Every muscle in her body contracted in ecstasy. Her breathing deep but fast, her heart racing, her cunt dripping from the tremors. Her Master had allowed her pleasure, finally, but it had not come freely. She had earned it the hard way- her Master's way. Still convulsing from the contentment, she recalled how the events of her gratification had evolved.

Waiting... It always began with waiting. The anticipation was necessary. Her Master had not allowed her to touch herself for 5 days, since He had begun to make plans for their next meeting. He gave her few specifics, preferring, rather, to keep her in suspense as punishment for asking in the first place. She did have tendencies to be a bit of a brat at times. It always brought a smile to his lips and He did enjoy punishing her for it. 

For each of the five days leading up to the encounter, He had sent her a new task to complete. They were designed to train her, yes, but also used for His amusement. She was His toy. His pet. His slut. She belonged to Him, to do with what He wanted, and they both knew it.

The day of their meeting, she was quite anxious. She had been given only a couple of instructions but she wasn't convinced she was prepared for whatever He had in store for them today. When she received the message she was waiting for, she quickly prepared herself. The thought of her Master arriving to an unprepared slut was inconceivable. She must please Him. She wanted little else. He had her quite well-trained in that regard.

Since the conception of their relationship, He had known exactly what her weaknesses were. He enjoyed exploiting her fetishes and desires. He used them as tools to train her and challenge her. She was grateful for His attention and time and it showed in the progress of her submission to Him.

She stood in the corner, facing the wall in the spot He had selected. She wore her collar and the underpants He had chosen. He had instructed her to wear her blindfold. This was torturous for her. It initiated a trigger inside her. Yes, she loved the feeling, but the anticipation and vulnerability it created were almost unbearable for her. She had a naturally curious nature and it was too easy to torment her this way. Never the less, she did as she was instructed. In position she waited, hands behind her back, legs apart the required distance. She waited, patiently at first, but as time continued she grew more restless. Eventually her mind wandered and she focused less on the waiting and more on the ways she would be able to please her Master today.

The door opened and the footsteps approached. 

"Good girl," He told her. "You have followed my instructions well. I am pleased with you."

She smiled and thanked her Master.

"I want you to stay very still now. We will be taking a trip and I need to prepare you." Her Master unzipped His bag and began to remove items, some of which He placed on the floor at her feet. 

He began by tying her wrists together with rope, securing it with knots. It should only hurt now if she tried to move. This pleased Him. She would have to cooperate or she would feel pain instantly. He began to wind rope around her ankles, tying each off but not attaching it to anything... yet. He attached chain links to each ankle. She knew Him well enough to recognise that this meant He wanted to be able to keep her legs apart at some point.

He was almost done. She felt her Master pull her underpants to the side and push something large inside her. The sound of tape shocked her slightly but she remained still while her Master taped her closed so that the toy could not escape and re-adjusted her underpants. This was when he connected her ankles together, leaving only a very short length between them to enable her to shuffle places at His request. His final touch was new. He placed clamps onto her nipple as she gasped.

At last, He was ready to leave for His trip. Certainly, it was not to anywhere she would find pleasant. He had come across the location accidentally but knew it was perfect from the instant He saw it. He clipped a leash onto His helplessly bound slut and walked her like a pet out to His car. It was difficult to move but she trusted her Master and followed His lead. She was instructed to lie down in the back seat. He used the seatbelts to secure her horizontally.

He stopped for a minute to admire His rope work. He loved the way it looked on her.

"Now, slut. I'm going to draw your attention to our conversation last week. Did you or did you not beg me to allow you to come before I did?"

"Yes Master. You are correct."

"You were punished at the time. But I believe there is a lesson here to be learned. So I will be teaching it to you now." He reached over to her and placed a hood over her head. She was a little surprised. What could He have planned? She heard the car door close and her Master climb in the driver's seat.

"I haven't gagged you because I want to be able to hear you if your make any sounds. I will be counting the number of noises you make and when we arrive at our destination, you will be punished. One belt strike for each noise and I will be making you count them out."

She wasn't too worried. She could be quiet if she was laying still. What's the worst that could happen? A cough?

"One more thing. Don't come." He said to her. He pressed the button on His remote control device. His toy began to vibrate inside her and out came her first moan.

"That's one." He said smugly.

Looking at her through the review mirror, He smiled. His cock was already hard and in need of release. 

Soon.



A Master's Pleasure



Arriving home, after a seemingly endless day at the office, she can't wait to slip into the warmth of a hot, foaming tub. All day she waited patiently, the thought occasionally danced through her mind. Finally, the key is in the door and she is already transported in her mind.

On the floor of the porch she notices a pink envelop. "Someone must have slipped it under the door," she mumbles.

Bending to retrieve the mysterious letter she places her purse and coat down at the same time. Mmmmm.... the thought of that bath...... she catches a familiar lavender scent. Suddenly, all of her senses are enlivened. she can hear soft music playing in the living room, a warm glow coming from a candle in the corner. so many thoughts swirl through her mind. opening the envelop quickly, a note from Him.... an instruction.

pet, a warm bath awaits. relax.... enjoy 
your loving Master.

"Ohhhh, He knows me so well," she whispers.

as instructed she heads straight to a warm bath, removing pieces of clothing as she goes up the stairs. feeling as if she is being watched, she turns part way up. seated in the chair in the corner by the fireplace, silhouetted by the glow of the candle, her adoring Master. Mmmm. He nods and she continues up the stairs, knowing He is pleased.

slipping eagerly into the soft foam, she senses Him near. eyes closed and traveling off to beautiful, warm, far away places. completely consumed by the experience. she has drifted far, far away... knowing her Master is near.

He raises her arm and places a warm cup of tea in her soft hand. kissing her lips softly and sweetly. fueling erotic thoughts.

kissing her eyelids and whispering softly "keep them just like this, pet." 

kissing her soft cheek, now flush with color from the warmth of the bath and the pleasure of the moment.

exchanges of pleasure and power. knowing her pleasure. knowing His power. knowing her power. knowing His pleasure. 

caressing the bubbles into her silky skin. gentle but firm hands knowing every curve. gliding across every inch of her body. finally, taking her hands and raising her slowly and carefully, her eyes still closed as instructed, she can feel His eyes on her. standing before Him. for His pleasure. taking her in. deep primal moans. 

toweling off every droplet of water. keeping her safe and warm in His arms. covering her eyes with a silken cloth. leading her, guiding her. trustingly, she follows to their soft bed. lifting her onto a cloud of pillows. 

taking her right hand in His and extending it to the corner of the bed, kissing the length of her slender arm. binding her wrist securely. then her left arm, again kissing as He extends it, binding it securely. His lips flutter over her body. circling each breast, and clamping her nipples as He does. her breath catches. her body shivers with excitement. 

tongue trailing across her belly to her hip. resting His cheek against her warm soft muff. hearing His soft moans.

her Master's hands gripping firmly the flesh of her thighs. extending each leg in the same manner. binding each ankle firmly. she knows her Master's strength. His abiding love. 

with the fingers of His left hand He parts her sweet glistening lips and blows cool, soft puffs of breath. clamping her swollen lip. the other end He attaches to the chain dangling between her breasts. Pulling it upward her tight nipples and swollen cuntlip rise. 

she moans softly with pleasure. His pleasure. she aches to please Him. 

her skin is cooling from the exposure. she trembles slightly. 

"rest, pet, relax"," His deep sensuous voice floats past her ear warming her thoughts.

His hands gripping her meaty thighs. soft taps against her skin. inside her thighs. close to the bend of her leg. firm spanks now. so close to her aching cunt. He pulls up again on the chains. deep moans. deep pleasure. she draws her hips back for more pleasure. 

"ah, pet, you want more?" His tone, not only questioning but her guilt detects a scolding, knowing that He will determine the pleasure He will allow her.

the folds of her cuntlips glisten. 

"My naughty pet. so hungry, so eager, so impatient," He intones firmly, "your pleasure requires your obedience and your discipline."

she knows her punishment, the bindings are removed, all but her right wrist.

she turns on her hands and knees and presents her full round bottom to Him. paddle in His right hand and the palm of His left on the small of her back, he strikes hard and fast. prepared and braced she still lurches forward. and a small cry passes over her lips. skin tingling, she endures 3 more quick whacks from her Master. this she knows is for her punishment and not her pleasure. she receives no pleasure from this. 

her loving Master caresses away the sting with the palm of His caring hand. 

she hears Him unzip His trousers and knows the punishment is over. 

feeling the thickness of His cock on her bottom, the warmth , the pleasure. she quivers with excitement. she wettens quickly. He pulls her hips up close to Him, He feels her excitement, pulsing and throbbing against Him. this brings Him heightened pleasure.

He is now impatient and must have her. take her. ravage her. for His pleasure. pressing deep inside her wet aching hole. pulsing. coated with her pleasure. plunging over and over. harder and deeper. moaning. gripping her voluptuous hips. pulling His throbbing cock from her wet hungry hole and pressing firmly against her tightest hole until He pops in. no thought of her pleasure now, only His own.

slowly and deeply He presses. so deep, so fast, she is taking Him in. fucking her now. fucking her. deep and warm. screams of pleasure. so much pleasure. taking that tight hole. raping His fuckslut. as He fucks He spanks harder and faster. smacks against her right then her left ass cheek.

wildly and roughly fucking. His fingers twisted in her hair. pulling her head back. her mouth opens, tongue searching for cock. He quickly realizes her pleasure.

"My greedy slut, searching for more," He says breathlessly. 

she bucks against Him. feeling His balls tighten against her. feeling His shaft thicken. feeling His grip tighten. His breathing quicken. moaning. writhing. exploding deeply, fucking. fucking. slower now. concentrating hard on His aching cock.

reaching for that button, swollen and aching. slipping between His fingertip. slowly He keeps fucking His cumslut. screams and moans. release for that throbbing cunt. release. His spent cock slowly slips away. His displayslut spread before Him. pulsing with aftershocks. 

her delicate body, exhausted, trembling, still. He lays His cheek against her thigh. taking in her sweet perfume. limbs entwined. holding her close and tight. safe and secure. 

tending to her Master's needs. cleaning, caring, stroking, caressing. she knows He is pleased. He strokes her hair and cheek. soft moans of pleasure. whispers.

"you did very well, pet, very well, indeed."



A Master's 'Pony'



As i stood waiting patiently (yes there is patience somewhere) for Your plane to arrive, i bounced from one foot to the other not wanting to sit for any length of time. I should have known better, knowing that this weekend although a getaway for You would be slightly different for me.

I jump, hopefully unnoticed, when suddenly i heard Your voice behind me. Glancing at my watch, i knew that Your plane or the one You were suppose to be one, had not yet landed. Turning i can see Your smile in Your eyes, but that is the only place it was. The look on Your face was cold. I was beginning to wonder whether i should have planned what lay ahead without You knowing exactly what was in store. But it was definitely too late now.

Hello Sir... lowering my eyes was all i could say. Your reply helped me to calm a little... Ahhhh my pony is jumpy today, something to tell me perhaps... No Sir... just hoping You have a new weekend. Ohhh I will, I will have the undivided attention of you little one and you owe me remember? Yes Sir... i remember which is why (glancing at my watch again)... we should be leaving to reach our destination Sir...

Yes I can see that you are anxious to get going, but first I have something for you to do. The look that came across Your face would have made my spirits soar if i wasn't so worried. It was nothing to the look You seen on my face as You handed me a package and told me to go to the bathroom and use what was inside. Opening the package made me frightened a little, but i trusted You completely. As i seen what was inside and knew the drive we had before us, i cringed.... You smiled and reminded me that i owed You.... Yes Sir was all i could say as i headed for the ladies room.

Once at the car, i had expected to drive, knowing where we were going, but You held Your hand out for the keys. Reluctantly i gave them to You... Sir? i know where we are going and can get there quickly.... There is no need to rush was the reply as You placed me in the car.

We actually got to the place i had planned quicker then i thought we would, You seemed to be ahead of me in knowing where we were going. I thought i had kept it a secret. I had already checked in so that was not a problem. Once You had settled inside the cottage and looked around the area You seemed pleased. Well done, It will be an interesting stay. Are you ready to go for a walk? Definitely Sir, i replied, getting up and heading for the door as quickly as i could. 

Looking back i noticed You looking at me like i had forgotten something.... stopping in my tracks, You stated that in the other room was my outfit that the present was a good time to begin. As i walked into the other room i wondered what You had planned and how You had arranged it without me knowing. It was my weekend surprise for You and somehow You have managed to get the better hand as usual.

Seeing the outfit a small squeal came out. You were standing by the door, opening laughing at me this time. You had place a complete set of pony gear in the room. Walking over to me, You proceeded to undress me, gently moving Your hands over what is Yours... relaxing me in the process. As You placed the gear in its proper position and adjusted what was needed You asked if i was ready. Nodding was all i could do. The excitement was too much at that moment. 

The head gear in place with bridle and plume, red/black for Your colors... I held my head with pride. Little did i know that my secret planning had been for nothing, You knew of this place, knew the owner and who attended this particular weekend. 

As You led me out to the road side, i then noticed the other ponies... looking at You and at them, i knew it would be either a long weekend or a pleasurable one depending on how i performed. Making You proud of me was my utmost concern at the moment. 

Some of the other ponies were beautiful, slender, well groomed, And YOUNG!!! and here i was, older then all of them, not slender at all, and as they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I could hear them neighing behind us as i pranced next to You... i may be the oldest, but i am also the most determined to make my Master proud.... nothing those other ponies could say would deter me from that point.

You smiled as You were talking to one of the other Masters, asking about the training of his team and such. He made a comment about my age and You replied back that sometimes age does matter when it comes to training. That this was my first time out in public and You were not in the least worried that i would embarrass You.... This was emphasized with swing of the riding whip across my ass. I stood there, not flinching which i could see made You proud.

hmmmm, knowing so far i was making You proud of me, just as the other Masters and their ponies were arriving and making their way to the pasture. The first Master You had talked to took just that moment, as i was looking around, to ask You a question... Have You ridden her lately Sir... Ohhh not in awhile was Your reply, but this weekend I intend to and ride her hard. She is most compliable when she needs to be that and the fact that she owes me because of her attitude, language, disrespect and total disregard for authority at times. 

Ohh, a needy one perhaps.... No, she knows what she wants but hasn't quite figured out the difference between want and need. So she acts out from time to time. But then as we all know a perfect pony needs no further attention and I love to give my ponies attention whether they feel they need it or not. 

Again i feel the sting of the whip, just as another pony felt hers and moves to try to get away. This from the Master that seemed so critical of me... i stood proud before my Master, knowing that this proudness would cost me later, but also knowing in the long run it was for His look that made me proud to belong.

Time for a swim little one.... i smiled back and replied Yes Sir... as we headed to the river bed.... You were leading me away from the rest, to a secluded spot. One that i had already picked out for Your pleasure... You seemed to be reading my mind as You stopped and asked if this was the right spot. As You desire Sir... Very good response, for you know what I desire and know that I usually get what I desire don't you little one... Yes Sir, but now not knowing what to expect from You as You have surprised me over and over today with what You had found out about my surprise for You... I no longer had the upper hand, but then did i ever really have it? i was learning lessons that i thought i knew but yet You knew they were to be relearned in the proper settings...

As You lean against a rock along the edge, i kneel before You... Sir?? i require, may i serve You and take care of Your needs before we return to the cottage? 

Ohhh yes little one, you are going to serve me in everyway you can imagine and more. Ready or not, this is what you owe me and I will collect it tonight and every nite we are here... STRIP!!! 

The beginnings of pleasure no matter who they are for are the most enjoyable moments in a submissive's existence... This evening was no different. I know that i owe You for my bad behavior or behavior that is not acceptable to You Sir, but hearing the tone of Your voice when You ordered me to Strip there in the open, the coldness of the tone, the coldness in Your eyes... i knew i was in for a very long afternoon. 

As i tried to remove the leathers, i found that it was almost impossible to do so on my own. You watched as i tried to unbuckle the straps with trembling hands... Having trouble obeying little one? i looked up at You not knowing for sure how to answer. I just nodded my head and with pleading eyes, tears just beginning to form, You come over and unbuckle the leathers... 

Hmmmm now the problem is how much should I allow you to remove? Should you be completely naked, or should I keep the bit in so that you are unable to disrespectful with that pretty little mouth of yours? If I do that then I will not be able to receive the pleasure I am so need of from that mouth and that is what I want the most. Your mouth on my cock... you not moving, just kneeling before me as I do with you what I wish...

Nodding my head in agreement, You remove the bit and bridle as well as the rest of the trappings... i stay still, feeling Your hands roam over me... resisting the urge to lean into the caresses that You are giving me... It is not my pleasure that is important at the moment it is Yours Sir... and if i move it will show You that i do not care for Your pleasure only mine own and that is not what i want or need. Slowly You are close enough for me to take You into my mouth... holding it just inside, You tell me to go slowly or You will take control... i smile and hummm about that time, feeling You grow inside my mouth... As i start to go down and take all of You inside, You gain control and with more force then i expected You push hard almost knocking me over. I stay in place as You continue, growing and becoming full. 

you will Swallow little one, all of it!! If you lose one drop it will be worse for you understand?? All i can do is nod. Suddenly You let go, You feel my mouth with Your cream, and i swallow, gulping it down as if it is the last thing i ever have to do. Suddenly You pull out and as You do, i hold the last bit inside my mouth to show You... Opening my mouth, You see inside and gently brush my face, swallow little one, kissing my forehead for a good job it is all i can do to keep the tears back... 

You gently pull me up and lead me to the waters edge... pouring water over me so as to relieve the stress and as You do the tears start, unnoticed at first... You have done well amber... no need for tears... later I will finish some more of your lessons, but for now it is time to return to the cottage and prepare for dinner....

As we stood along the shore after my bathing, You noticed something, a flush on my face... You knew right then that i had disappointed You... Couldn't wait little one? Sorry Sir, as i started to explain the crop came hard across my ass along with the command of spread them... i knew it would be a long evening at that point... At least you did not do this in front of the others, but you also know I can not let this go unpunished. Yes Sir... i understand... holding my head down and my eyes closed.

Look up at Me! As i raised my head i could see the disappointment in Your eyes... No matter what you will hold your head proud, pony... understands... Yes Sir, holding back my tears... Ohhh no you don't, NO tears, you were wrong and know it. I will take my punishment Sir... i understand i was wrong and will not make excuses for it. Good girl...

As You place my leather back on, i noticed that it was going on differently then i had had it. The strap was under my tail and not across the back hunches. It went up my spine and attached to my harness. There were attachments around my breasts that held them high, and a cinch belt around my waist in which another strap was attached which went down my legs spreading my lips apart. This strap was thin, but thick enough with knotting that rubbed against my clit as i walked... Then came the blinders and the bit... You have never placed blinders on me before and this startled me a little, i could only see directly in front of me. The bit was the o-ring one that You used when i was extremely mouthy. 

Don't worry little one, you will be okay and I am with you. But the others will know that you have fallen from my graces. All i could do was neigh...and shake my head up and down. You then placed mittens on my hands so that i was not able to move my fingers. All the buckles were done in the back so there was absolutely no way i could remove the leathers on my own. i knew i was in them for a long time when You placed them in such a way.

All because i thought of myself first instead of You... will i ever learn? It was just the touch of Your hands as You were brushing me, the gentleness took over and i relaxed and let nature takes its own course. It is not an excuse Sir... for i do not have one.

You pulled hard on the reins attached and used the crop as we walked back to the pasture and to the cottage. One Master noticed how i was dressed and chuckled to his pony... See you are not the only one who does not know how to obey... Your smile said it all, but when the Masters came to ask what transgression i had done to cause this, You just said that tonight in the arena i will be able to show all what i had done and how well i perform after a little correction.

I could only tremble at the thought of performing in front of others. This will be the first time for me and i had already disappointed You already today. I did not want to do so again. After You had eaten dinner, You proceeded to feed me for my hands were still bound as they were... Afterwards You informed me that it was time...

i knew what that meant. i had disappointed You in front of other Masters and my punishment was to come. Because it was an affront to You and Your control, i was to be taken care of in front of the others. i did not like the idea especially after many of the other ponies were envy of me, but i had it coming... all i can hope for at this point is that i can make You proud of me again...

This being on Your bad side is not the place to be. Your voice is cold and demanding, and the look in Your eyes, so disappointing because of me and how i have disobeyed You over and over again. 

As You lead me into the barn, i can see just in front of me and notice a chain hanging from the rafters... trying not to cringe as You lead me to the center, You whisper softly into my ears... Just do what you do best little pony and it will be over soon... with that there was a quick snap of the crop. i just stood there; the only response noticed was by You, just a slight movement by me as i moved to my toes. 

I reached above my head as You hooked the chain to my cuffs. You ask if i need a blindfold and i shake my head no, i need to see Your face at the moment... 

Knowing how hard it is for me to be in public like this, You gently caress my body... relaxing me... Suddenly i feel the whip wrap around my body catching me off guard. A slight whimper comes from my lips before i can stop it... 

Slowly the whip keeps caressing my body, harder with each strike. Just as suddenly as it began it is over and You are again at my side caressing my body, whispering... Good girl... 

I stop just in time to keep from moving toward You, keeping my pose a little longer... i hear before i feel the coldness of the water as i am hosed down... A clapping sound comes to my ears as You are appraised for Your control over me and how well i have responded without question to Your punishment. 

As i am removed from the chain, You remove Your jacket and place it over me as You lead me to a place where You can watch the others perform... i kneel next to Your left leg as You gently brush my hair away from my face. You are gentle with me, but nothing is said as to whether You have finished with the punishment or if i will be able to service You...

As i hear the moans from the other ponies, several Masters come toward You and praise You on a well behaved pony... Your reply is one that surprises me... She is a good pony, and because of her mistakes, she does well in performance when the need arises... she does seem to be better then some of the more versed ponies here this weekend... They all agree...

i at the moment feel it is going to be a long night if i am boarded at the stable instead of Your room. The looks from the other ponies when their Masters praise me through You is more then i could handle...

As You go to leave, i plead with my eyes for You to take me with You to Your room.... i do not move, i kneel as You left me, watching You walk away.... 

The pony i had first met was close enough to tell i was disappointed in being left here... So He does not want you in his bed tonight? Maybe he will choose another pony for his pleasure? Laughing at me... I knelt there, feeling low, but not letting my emotions get the better of me reply back... It is His choice. He is my Master, he can choose whomever he wishes to handle his needs, i do not have a say in the matter.... But it hurts doesn't it, pony slut... Staring straight ahead.... i do not reply...

Suddenly i sense Your presence behind me... Come pony, we have further business to handle in private... it is all i can do at that moment not to gloat at the mean mouth pony.... but i stand and follow Your lead out the door, knowing that i still have punishments coming and also knowing that these last few punishments are just for Your pleasure and no one else....

For You see Dear Master... I am Yours, and even though You are upset with me, disappointed in me, taking extra time to correct me... i am Yours to do just that... and You care... and to me that means the most... having a Master that cares...



A Master's Ring: Book 01



BOOK I: Brothers and Siblings

=====Chapter 1=====

It was the most stressful part of the academic year; the final exam period approached and semester projects were due. The timing made it easier to accept everything with equanimity.

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The University required students to have a faculty advisor after choosing a major. Having enjoyed his class, I asked Professor Jeremy Ryan to be my mentor. He was one of the few creative writing professors that did not act like being a writer licensed one for freak-hood. He also did not treat a student's work as if it were beneath him. Creative writing classes sometimes devolved into feel good sessions for bad writing, but his criticisms were constructive and fair.

To be honest, he taught a short fiction writing seminar that was my first choice to satisfy the requirement but registering for it required his permission. There was no problem getting into other writing seminars, but I was not keen on wasting a semester listening to people kiss each other's asses because their last breakup inspired such 'great' work; no one dared hand-in that type of crap in Professor Ryan's classes. I thought as my advisor he would feel obligated to assign me a coveted permission slip.

We had a five p.m. meeting to discuss an internship with a literary agent friend of his. We discussed my interests in previous meetings where I talked about being a literary agent while working towards a doctorate. I did not have a writing talent beyond niche markets like hard science fiction or male adventure, but I knew when a piece of work or a writer showed talent. Better yet, I was a fine editor, especially of other people's work.

The English faculty's offices were located in the basement of the department building. The basement was modeled on catacombs with every branch ending in two or three offices. Professor Ryan's office was one of the better hidden ones with three turns to get to. I wondered why he chose one so out of the way; a tenured professor with that much published work should have better.

I walked to the door and knocked, and when no one answered so I knocked again. I tried to decide between going for a cup of coffee and settling in to wait when I heard something from inside.

I knocked again but still no response.

I heard the noise from the other side of the door again and got annoyed. I tried the doorknob, turning it easily. I opened the door slowly figuring someone was inside, but why take the chance of being caught in a professor's office without his company.

His desk was opposite the entrance and faced the wall so he usually sat with his back to the door. This time he was sitting parallel to the desk. I figured it was because the woman kneeling between his legs would not have been as comfortable under the desk.

I stood frozen in envy.

Even in that position or maybe because of her position: on her knees, red hair washing over his lap, her back slightly curved, her hands gripping his thighs; it was obvious she had a fantastic body. She wore a powder-blue skirt, slightly longer than a cheerleader's. It was short enough for me to see the thickness and definition of her thighs. Her burnished red hair hid her face as she carried out her task. Her thick sweatshirt valiantly tried to hide the rest of her attributes but only managed to tantalize.

She stopped caressing his thigh with her right hand and pushed her hair behind an ear. A ring on her finger caught the light and my attention. It was a very simple design; the band, too thick for a woman's ring, covered the entire space between knuckles. The ring opened into a flat square face with a shiny white stone set in it. I had seen rings like it before on men with an onyx face stone.

Moving the hair revealed her identity.

Doris Alex.

Doris Alexandra Smith!

Doris Alex was a campus Goddess, and there were well over a thousand men who would have vigorously defended her status as such. Of every woman on campus, there was only one that would have surprised me more to see in that position; the 'Bryar' patch, Melisa.

Doris Alex's presence set off my internal alarms.

After a few conversations with Doris Alex, I learned the only way to not prove myself an idiot was to keep my mouth shut around her. Professor Ryan did not teach anything that Doris should be wasting her time on. That was not an opinion expressed by her, but my own deeply held belief that Doris Alex could offer the world better things than a poem or a book, like the cure for cancer.

My thought process halted as her actions registered on a physical level.

Doris Alex had Professor Ryan's dick sheathed between her lips.

The moment of stillness ended, and my heart beat painfully hard. The exquisite care she took in performing the act dropped my guard. Her hands moved gently caressing his thighs, exposed abdomen, his sack, and the base of his penis. She tried to keep his skin guessing where the pleasure would come from next. Her fingertips settled on different spots only long enough to set off nerves and moved to stimulate elsewhere.

All her motions orbited the action of her lips moving up and down his penis. Occasionally when her hands touched his dick, she removed him completely from her mouth, and stroked some nearby part of him with her tongue.

She focused absolutely on her task.

She caressed his thigh with her right hand while her left hand gripped his base. She gently took him from her lips and worked her hand up his dick in a practiced masturbation stroke any teenage boy would envy. She put the tip of her tongue on his ball sack, and licked upwards following her hand. She stroked her hand off his dick and let it fall to his stomach. She ran her tongue upwards in light caresses forcing him to push on the back of the chair until he was almost parallel to the floor. While her left hand was playing on his abdomen with carefully placed touch after touch, her right hand stood his dick up so that she could run her tongue on the underside of his crown where I was most sensitive; first clockwise then counter-clockwise.

She took him back into her mouth; I wondered how warm being surrounded by her felt.

The next time the tongue-sequence began; she licked his ball sack but continued to wash his testicles while using her hands in more random touches. She sucked him back into her mouth.

She stroked him with her mouth faster and faster, building to the obvious crescendo of male orgasm. Her hair fell to cover her face again. Professor Ryan brushed it behind her ear with his left hand.

He was wearing the ring that ended my existence and began my life.

It was a male version of the ring Doris Alex wore, although his had the expected onyx stone setting. I was too far away to see any detail, but there was an intricately designed crest on the stone.

I watched him caress Doris Alex's face with a thumb. She tilted her head back to look at him. She managed a smile by gently gripping the head of his dick with her perfect white teeth.

She laid her ring hand flat on his thigh. She might have done the same with her left hand, but I could not see. She speared his penis into her mouth, again and again. After every five strokes, she stopped at the bottom and made a swallowing motion that bobbed her head. She used the wave motion to take a little more of him into her each time. She was trying to deep-throat him. She could have done it from the very beginning, but her way looked significantly more pleasurable for him.

I do not know how long I stood there but in that time, one thing was obvious; his pleasure was paramount in all of Doris Alex's actions.

Five more strokes, she stopped, waved from her throat, taking in a little more.

Five more strokes again, up and down. She released him from her mouth, reached down to lick him from ball sack to the tip of his dick. Her tongue struck out of her mouth in a sudden motion trying to insert itself into the small hole at the tip of his dick.

One tongue thrust.

Two.

After the third, she licked him from ball sack to the tip of his dick again. She impaled her mouth on him.

She returned to her earlier rhythm, but there were only three strokes before she did the wave motion driving him deeper. Finally, as I thought my head would explode, she touched bottom. She rested there; I do not know how she could breathe.

Resting with him seated completely in her mouth, her pleasure bloomed. Her entire body tightened. The muscles in her thighs contracted, her back arched, I could see through the skirt that her ass clenched, and her hands gripped his thighs tightly and then released.

It was not something I have ever witnessed; not a female orgasm, but one initiated by being someone's pleasure.

She moaned as she rode her orgasm down its pleasant spiral.

She moved her head around while he was fully seated in her throat. With a corkscrew motion, she unwound her mouth from him, only to take him fully into her again; again and again, unscrewing him from her in a clockwise motion, driving her face onto him, unscrewing her mouth, and burying his dick in her. I noticed that in the unscrewing motion, her cheek muscles were twitching. She must have been working her tongue furiously on him as she slowly pulled her face away, and absorbed him inside again.

Professor Ryan's hand gently fondled her cheek, but she remained uninterrupted in her purpose.

I looked up at him; he was staring at me with a smile even a cat dipped in nip would be hard fought to reproduce. I stared into blue eyes, and he won something from me. 

The admission.

I wanted what he had. 

I wanted to be the one in the chair with Doris Alex between my legs taking bliss from being my pleasure. I wanted to feel her tongue on me. I wanted to cum seated as deep inside her as she could take.

I looked down at her, and back at him. His smile changed to one that a brother might give his little sib saying, "Someday, kid, someday."

I nodded and closed the door.

I rested my forehead against it. Every now and then, I could hear them but my body relaxed. It did not want to, but the last smile from Professor Ryan helped.

I turned my back to the door, and walked out of the catacombs. I did not know why, but I was sure he had said what he wanted to. The conversation was not over, but he firmly established that he came to the table with fortune I could only imagine.

Outside, it was brighter.

=====Chapter 2=====

I woke up the next morning expectant and curious about what was going to happen. I knew it was not over between Professor Ryan and I but had no idea where it could lead. He was building a web, and I should have been cutting strands.

Doris Alex was tempting bait though.

I took a shower and got ready for work. I tried not to wake up my roommate but failed since I was not trying very hard. My roommate was not a bad guy. He was a child of privilege; his parents paid for school, a new car because he got into a good college, etc. He and I populated different realities, but at least I knew that. He did not and complained to anyone who would listen that I was an asshole.

I was, but so was he. I knew I was; he had no clue.

I had two jobs: on Friday nights and weekends as a busboy in what I called a burger franchise masquerading as an expensive steakhouse, and during the week at the school computer labs. One required zero brain cells, and the other paid me to do homework.

Thursdays, I had three classes after work but never bothered going to all of them. My majors covered most of my core allowing me to work through my degree classes much sooner than my classmates. I tried to skip most introductory courses; unfortunately, some departments required specific ones. I was only a sophomore and should have fit in with the students taking introductory classes, except I was older and more mature. Two of my Thursday classes were intros I could not avoid but had already taken the higher level versions of. The only class I usually attended on Thursdays was my poetry writing class. It was annoying due to some of the unconvinced about their lack of talent personalities that populated the class, but there was always one piece of writing per session that made it worthwhile.

I walked into class and looked around for new hair colors. Finding none, I took my usual seat in the back. I was the closest to normal in the room, which did not say much for everyone else. I re-read the submitted poetry we were supposed to critique that class period when Melisa Bryar walked in.

I could say I was the 'closest' to normal because Melisa was absolutely and almost obscenely normal. She was five foot one, blond hair, with light green eyes. The eyes were fascinating; green eyes are usually dark green or flecked with brown. Very few I ever saw were a true green and even fewer a light pure green. I would have to paint the sky green keeping the same saturation and brightness of a summer morning to describe her eyes to someone who had not seen their like before.

Melisa was an all-American girl, so normal I wondered if she was an experiment in socialization by the moral majority. She was a member of the cheerleading squad, a sister in the premier sorority on campus, and an honors student. I lived on her floor our freshman year and she did not date, or hang out with jocks like the other cheerleaders. All she ever seemed to do was study, practice, and socialize with her sorority sisters.

A thought struck me; Melisa's best friend was Doris Alex and both were sisters in the same sorority. I felt the strands vibrate as another spider stepped onto the web.

Melisa smiled at the blue-haired poetess in front as she walked by. The poetess was a lesbian, and reacted to Melisa like a straight guy might have. As Melisa walked by, the poetess turned to check out her ass, grimaced, and sighed. It would have been funny if I was not busy trying to figure out how Melisa fit on the web.

I forgot about figuring it out and simply hoped Melisa fit.

Melisa had befriended me the year before. I thought it was a function of living on the same floor and being in a majority of her classes. She sat next to me in class if she did not know anyone and dragged me to sit next to girls pledging with her or full sisters if any of them attended. None of her sisters were in this class so Melisa quite naturally sat next to me all semester.

I acquired doubts about how natural 'quite naturally' was.

Melisa made small talk with me about the poems we were reviewing; nothing too weird, thankfully. All of a sudden, I noticed the ring on her right hand; a thick band opening into a flat white stone. I looked at her; the cat smile of Professor Ryan's was reflected on her lips. I stared, and she opened her windows to me.

It was there; the attention that Doris Alex had given Professor Ryan's pleasure, - Melisa was absolutely focused on me.

I received the third surprise in twenty-four hours when Professor Ryan walked in. He announced our professor had been awarded a grant to study Irish poetry in its original form and paper. She arranged for Professor Ryan to teach the last weeks of class. He looked directly at Melisa and me. He gave her a satisfied smile; I took it as a warning to brace myself.

Everyone's back straightened.

We were all creative writing majors, which meant Professor Ryan held a trump card. His permission-only seminar ran for two semesters and was an intense writing workshop, more than just a class. He was the only professor in the department widely published in both poetry and fiction with connections we could only dream of. The seminar was the most valuable course our school offered aspiring authors.

"Melisa and David," he said looking at us, "neither of you have turned in your application pieces for my seminar."

He raised an eyebrow waiting for our answers. The class turned, and there were plenty of questions in their eyes. The seminar was on my academic plan and why I asked him to be my advisor. I did not apply for it because I would only be a junior the next year. Melisa would also be a junior and should not have been thinking of the seminar either as juniors were rarely accepted into his seminar. Melisa was a talented writer so no one would question her inclusion. There were going to be more than a few bitter wanna-be writers hating me for being in the class though. 

"I want to do another draft on one of the pieces, Professor Ryan," I heard myself say. 

I was not one to spit in the face of opportunity. I had a couple of pieces I could submit on the moment's notice Professor Ryan gave me.

"I put it in your mailbox this morning, sir," Melisa replied.

She was a college student that addressed older people with polite sirs and ma'ams. Something about the way Melisa said those words made her more attractive.

Our classmates were still looking at us suspiciously when the critiques began. I smiled, wondering if it would make them feel better to know I was more lost than anyone else in the room.

As I was leaving, Melisa asked if I wanted the notes to one of the classes I skipped. It was the first time she ever made the offer. I watched as she weaved a strand into the web directly under my feet.

Melisa was even more tempting bait than Doris Alex.

I told her I would be working on a paper most of the day, but she could bring them by my dorm room at around eight p.m.

Professor Ryan caught up to me as I headed for the bus stop. He wanted to reschedule our meeting for the next day at three p.m. I asked if he was sure he would not be busy. He laughed and said he would clear his schedule. I agreed to meet, willingly rolling myself tighter in the web.

I finished my paper, put it in my professor's box, and shrugged the class out of my schedule. I preferred professors like Dr. Lawren: the organization of her assigned readings, papers, and class discussions made her final a relative breeze. I had signed up to take a course with her the next semester.

I ate dinner by myself and thought about the happenings of the last day. After an hour of trying to see the whole web, I gave up and headed to my room. Melisa waited for me in the lounge. She smiled as I came out of the elevator.

I have always loved blondes. Blondes are allowed to do as they damn well please as long as I am allowed to watch. Melisa instinctively grasped this and gleefully leaned on it upon occasion. I thought the non-aggressive attention I gave her was another reason she spent so much time around me.

She had changed into shorts and a t-shirt; very nice shorts, very tight t-shirt. I was surprised by the sexiness of the outfit. I had taken Melisa for a moral majority player, but then again, I classified Doris Alex the same way.

"Hi, David," she said bouncing up to me.

"Hello," I replied with false bravado.

"Got my notes," she said pushing her bookbag at me.

I smiled and answered in conspiratorial whisper.

"How about my room for the exchange?"

She smiled the catnip smile that was beginning to haunt me.

I held the door to my end of the floor for her; she nodded thanks and walked directly to my door. If she had panties on, they could not have been substantial enough to use as dental floss.

I opened the door to find my roommate inside; I almost expressed my disappointment. Melisa climbed onto my bed; it was higher than normal because I turned the legs upside down then put the frame back on. She bounced on it a few times before looking around. I looked at my roommate, hoping he would be in a considerate mood and leave us alone.

He did not.

Different realities!

I sighed, Melisa gave me an 'I know what you're thinking' smile.

"Well, I guess I'll copy your notes down," I said smiling back.

"Not necessary, I made photocopies for you," she said.

I looked at her questioningly. Her lips turned upward, hinting she was close to the nip.




A Master's Ring: Book 01



"How about a movie?" she asked. "I brought some with me. You can pick. I've got the 'The story of O', 'The Lover' and..." she paused dramatically looking at me, "'The Little Mermaid'. I like a warm body next to me when I watch a movie."

I looked at my roommate again, but his nose remained buried in his book.

"'The Little Mermaid' sounds good," I said finally; if I was going to watch some love scenes with Melisa I was for sure not going to let my roommate witness it.

"Cool," she said excitedly. "It's my favorite movie."

I did not know how much was play-acting and how much was real. I did know she was a blonde wearing some very nice shorts and a tight t-shirt. She pulled the movie out of her bookbag and crawled to the far end of the bed, unnecessarily throwing in a couple of wiggles. I thought teasing was the only thing on menu so I enjoyed the view. 

I like women who tease; it is one of the few times a man is expected to lust openly. It is especially fun when he thinks there is a Doris Alex type payoff somewhere along the line.

She popped the video in, and turned the TV on. She turned around, and crawled back smiling. She knew I had been looking. I smiled mischievously and sat down on the chair by my desk. She lay down on her stomach staring at me while the FBI copyright message came on.

She pouted.

I looked back at her innocently. She extended the ring hand to me. I could not say for sure there was a payoff, but regardless, not letting Melisa play would be a mistake.

I got on the bed with her.

The roommate was either being obtuse or a superior asshole, probably both.

She moved so she was on the outside of the bed and leaned back on me. She folded her hands with her ring hand nearest to me. I ignored the movie, studying the ring over her shoulder instead. Gold band, thick for a woman, it nearly covered the entire area between her knuckles. The stone was pristinely white; looking like someone peeled a pearl and flattened the peels to make the face. There was an etching on the band, a man kneeling with a chain binding his wrists, his head down in submission. I put my hand on hers and she let me rotate it gently to look at the other side. It had the same etching but a woman.

Doris Alex came to mind: a woman kneeling in supplication, her entire being focused on his pleasure. I thought of Melisa in the same pose, no roommate preferably. I did not believe she would have cared about him if the ring meant what I thought. I felt myself get hard and in seconds uncomfortably so.

I tried to find an unobtrusive way to align myself to a more comfortable angle. Melisa took my movement the wrong way and lowered her head to rest in my lap.

I sighed a quiet "FUCK!" to myself; it was not quiet enough. She turned enough to look at me with those green eyes. She was pushing the envelope for a reason. I did not doubt it was a test, but for what. My only recourse was to allow the tease and test to continue.

I exhaled slowly, and smiled at her.

I stroked her hair, an innocent touch without necessarily being sexual. It worked to calm my body; focusing my attention on the feel of her hair instead of my lap where inches away a beautiful mouth I wanted kissing my skin and surrounding my dick was smiling at the acceptance of her purpose. I tried to watch the rest of the movie. Playing with her hair helped to kept me in control. As a blonde fanatic, anything to do with blonde hair usually kept me calm.

Melisa, though, pushed my patience and control almost to the limit.

The movie finished and she crawled to the TV and VCR. She threw in another set of teasing wiggles. There were panties, tiny ones. I could see the outline of her crease informing me, this was a woman, in case I had doubts.

She hit the rewind button, and turned her head to watch me staring at her. Her hips moved in a slow left to right, right to left motion.

Left to right, pause, smile, right to left, pause, smile wider.

She let her head drop down. I had eyes only for her ass pointing at me like the barrel of a gun threatening damnation if I failed her tease. I heard her pop the tape, and the TV screen turned to snow. She turned around and crawled up my legs until her face was inches from mine.

She stared into me; the focus was back; all of her consumed in me.

I was leaning against the large drawer set at the head of my bed. She straddled my lap and sat down. She stared at me and made slight adjustments looking for the right alignment. Her body pressed against my groin as her pussy made hard contact with me. Her eyes lost focus and came back hungry. She pushed down against the barriers between us pressing me closer to her center. Her eyes lost focus again as she moved her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against me. She grabbed my shoulders, curved her back, touched her forehead to mine, contracted her stomach wall, and rubbed her covered clit against my dick.

She stretched her chest forward and her head dropped back. She lengthened the stroke along my dick for a longer rub.

She stopped her motion and looked at me. Her eyes were green fire, and I knew she was close to going too far. I could not let her hunger continue to grow without satisfaction; Melisa wanted to cross whatever line there was between us. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to her. I felt her relax on top of me as I chose the test instead of letting her lose control.

I dropped my hands to her ass, one hand on each asscheek. I spread her and pushed my hips against her. Her body coiled in sexual tension, and she put her face against my neck. I felt her teeth as she opened her mouth to expel some of her need.

I kept her ass spread as I moved her back and forth on my dick. I increased the upward pressure as I guided her towards pleasure. She whimpered against my neck and kissed it. I absorbed the desire she was throwing at me knowing what she really wanted. I felt her go higher and dug my fingers into flesh of her small, tight ass. In that moment, I could be harsh, and it only drove her closer. I tried to spread her even more and held her still as I moved my hips to rub myself on her.

She dug her nails into my arms, battering me with her need and hunger. She tried to take back control by moving her hips, but I refuted her attempts. Her entire body tightened with desire.

She took in hard inhalations of breath in a series, bit the space where my neck and shoulder joined, and whispered a wordless cry into my ear. Her upper body contracted rapidly; her legs gave beneath her; and she sat down with all her weight on me.

Her hands released me.

I moved my hips one last time giving her the last push she needed. She tumbled end over end. Her entire body tightened again, she dug her nails into me for a second then flattened her hands on my chest so she could push on me to get her pussy more contact with my body. Her breath exploded out of her mouth. After what seemed an endless moment, her body contracted several times. She tried to hold in the voice of the waves of pleasure that crashed through her. It was hard for her to breathe in and out without letting out the scream her release demanded. She dropped her forehead on mine and softened the pressure of her hands on my chest.

We stayed in that position while she recovered.

She moved to kneel beside me on the bed and grabbed my blanket. I looked confused when she covered her lower body and my legs. She put her hands under the blanket while smiling a tease at me. She moved under the blanket in a way I thought was her taking off her shorts and panties. The belief was confirmed when she pulled both out from under the blanket. She put the shorts beside me and straddled my lap again.

She held the panties in front of my face. They were white and I could not imagine how they might have been smaller. She turned them inside out and opened the cloth that cupped her pussy when she wore them. She looked deep into my eyes and put her tongue on the cloth.

She licked her pleasure from them and sucked the cloth to draw as much as she could out.

Melisa looked at me and made herself a part of my being.

Her move was slow, giving me plenty of warning, giving me plenty of time to move away. She put her hands on either side of my face and moved her lips to mine.

She tasted sweet!

I closed my eyes, and her tongue drove into my mouth. We touched inside, and she wrapped her essence around me. I tasted her with each part of my tongue, learning the full flavor of her pleasure.

We did not kiss, as much as fed on each other.

I could taste more than her on the kiss. Her frustration danced with mine. I tasted her need; it was probably greater as if she had waited longer for this. She did not like the game either; she wanted to burn both of us in the bed. Our tongues rubbed each other hard. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled her closer. I felt her fighting me, but only because she was losing contact with my lower body. I pushed up against her, and she wiped her pussy's moisture off on the crotch of my pants. Her hands came down on either side of my chest, and I felt her nails digging into me through the shirt.

I softened the contact of our lips to a normal boy-girl kiss and felt her disappointment. She tried for a moment to bring me back. I broke the kiss, and she whimpered. I looked into her eyes giving the question to her purpose; if I touched her naked skin I would not be able to stop. She nodded at me and took a deep breath.

I kissed her again.

I wanted to make sure I drank in every drop of her that she sucked from her panties. She rubbed her pussy on me, finishing the cleaning.

She broke the kiss and touched my face. She grabbed her shorts and turned on my lap; putting them on included a lot of wriggling in my lap for some reason. She turned around and dropped another brief kiss on my lips.

She moved backwards to the foot of the bed. She grabbed the movie out of the VCR and turned off the snowed TV. She got off the bed and moved to her bookbag. She leaned over and put the movie away. She walked over to the bed dragging her bag. She leaned onto the edge of the bed, picked up her panties, gave me a quick kiss, and smiled into my eyes.

"I swear this is worth it, David," she said burrowing with her eyes into my head. "I will make this worth it!"

I nodded acceptance of her promise. I reached forward and gave her a quick kiss of my own.

"Bye," she whispered against my lips. I did not watch as she left my room.

I sat back and stared at the blank screen of the TV.

"What the fuck was that?" I heard my roommate ask. I sat up to stare at him. I had forgotten he was in the room.

"Did the Bryar Patch just dry hump you or am I fucking dreaming?" he asked excitedly.

I wondered if in his reality the sky was blue.

"Nobody is going to believe this shit," he said lying back down.

I got up to take a really long, really cold shower; both because of what Melisa had done and that the consequences of beating the shit out of my roommate were beginning to seem worth it. The cold water did not help, but at least the images of Melisa and Doris Alex made the masturbation more than just release.

Drying myself, I thought about their web.

Melisa raised the stakes while at the same time showing me more of the prize. She was a deep part of whatever I had fallen into.

Doris Alex and Melisa Bryar!

There was only one other name that might have drawn me deeper than those two. I laughed; there was not a whole lot I could do except wait for my appointment with Professor Ryan.

=====Chapter 3=====

The next morning, a knock woke me.

I went to sleep pretty late pondering Melisa's actions, mostly fantasizing what it would have felt like to be inside her. I knew she tested me, or at least my self-control. She offered herself, but only a part as if to say 'Tonight, but no night after!'

I did not know what my options were but I wanted more than one night. I looked up hoping my roommate was going to answer the door, but he rolled over to face the wall.

"Damn," I exhaled.

I got up slowly hoping the person would go away, but she did not. I knew it was Melisa. There was little pleasure in finding out I was learning my steps in their dance. I opened the door slowly.

She was looking bright and beautiful, even so early in the morning.

"Hi," she said holding up a bag from which I could smell the sweet scent of flavored coffee.

"Breakfast," she continued, smiling at me. The innocence had made a comeback in her demeanor and clothing; no nice shorts and no tight t-shirt.

The smile changed to a feminine teasing 'I know what you're thinking' smile. I was seeing that smile too much; it was disconcerting to have Melisa read me so easily. She seemed to know how I would react to different situations.

"No classes today," she said half-brushing, half-pushing by me into the room. It was not an unpleasant experience. I turned and the knowing smile was on her face again.

I sighed.

I watched as she put the bag with the wonderful coffee smell on my desk. Blue jeans and a thick, white button-down shirt were not a bad substitute for shorts and t-shirt I thought to myself while trying to figure what she might have scheduled for me that required getting up early. I gave up with a quick shake of my head. I was perfectly capable of figuring out the steps while she was executing them; I could not hear the music we were dancing to though.

For now, I had to let Melisa lead.

"You have a very important appointment today," she told me opening my closet.

"Oh, really," I smirked at her, half in question.

She turned and smiled with a slight tease to her lips. She took a step half into the closet to move hangers back and forth, looking for something appropriate. Her tone of voice suggested that my appointment with Professor Ryan was actually an interview.

"That 'interview' isn't until 3 pm," I told her pointedly. "It's only 8 am, Melisa."

I got into bed and lay on my stomach. I put my chin on my folded arms and watched her.

Watched her ass mostly.

Melisa was five inches shorter than me and had an extremely nice ass. The jeans did not hug her curves; they just showed where curves began and traced their routes gently.

"Yeah, but you have to shower and shave. Grab breakfast," she answered pulling out a white shirt from the closet that almost exactly matched hers. She put it against her chest and looked down. I smiled, sure if she and I became a combination wherever they were taking me, I would only be wearing that shirt enough to keep it broken in the way she liked.

"I thought the bag was breakfast," I said, looking at the bag on my desk.

"Nope, just coffee."

She put the shirt back in the closet but away from everything else. She sorted through my clothes again; it looked like she was ordering things by what she would and would not wear.

I sighed.

"So I'm to shower, shave, go to breakfast and then what?" I asked sitting up looking for my towel.

"Work," she said withdrawing a pair of informal tan slacks from the closet. I guessed the interview would also be informal.

"How do you know so much about my schedule?" I asked forcefully. She was in most of my classes so I expected her to know that but even with Melisa, I avoided talking about myself.

"Tsk, Tsk" she said, bending down to pick up the towel at the bottom of the closet. Another reason I liked jeans that fit the way these did, they hugged her butt a little bit more with any movement in that area of her body. She looked at the towel and tossed it back in the closet. She jumped up to pull a different one down from the top shelf. She tossed it in my general direction and returned to searching for a suitable shirt. I guessed explanations were going to be Professor Ryan's department. I walked over to my desk and picked up the small bucket containing my toiletries. I opened the bag, and took the coffee out to take a quick sip. I hoped that it was black because she figured better to let me add to it if I liked it differently, but somehow I doubted it.

Melisa probably knew what my favorite everything was.

I walked out of the room, making sure not to stomp, part of whatever this was, or at least her part was about my attitude to the situation. While blonde hair and green eyes was waking me up in the morning, I could deal with it, or at least better than if Professor Ryan had wake-up duty.

I let some of my mood drain out with the cold shower. When I entered my room, Melisa was sitting on my bed, next to the layout of clothes she wanted me to wear. I stared at her while taking another sip of coffee to give her the opportunity to look away.

I wanted her to look away. All that having her watch me change would accomplish was turn me on again.

She smiled, refusing to take the hint.

I sighed.

I have never been sure how attraction for a woman works. I only got as far as if she expressed a like, it was generally safe to go in that direction, the opposite for a dislike. Melisa seemed willing and desirous of watching me undress. There was no reason to refuse her, and maybe the favor of frustration that she had done me could be returned.

I took the towel around my waist off giving her my back at the same time. I took my time drying.

After a couple minutes on my hair, I faced her, still using the towel to dry my hair. Her eyes riveted to my crotch; I got harder and harder under the pressure of her stare. I dried the rest of my body as her eyes traveled and absorbed different parts of me.

The military tried to put its stamp on my body; large torso for power with long muscular legs shaped for distance. Unfortunately, I was too short for the long part, and they had to settle for muscular. I was utilitarian in my workouts; martial arts classes supplemented by thrice weekly weight work. I was abnormally strong so I worked nearly a hundred pounds higher than most men with my weight regimen and size. I was toned, and had the natural width to show it well.

Melisa did not hide her appreciation.

I finished drying and leaned back on the desk. I picked up my coffee and studied her. I wanted to see how much would be enough for her. After my hard-on ached in its insistence for more than being looked at, I decided to get dressed.

Melisa had an incredible gusto for looking, and I was the only one suffering. She watched as I put on deodorant and got dressed. She sighed almost forlornly as the last button on my shirt was buttoned.

Maybe I was not the only one that suffered.

We walked to the student cafeteria for breakfast. I grabbed a quick, healthy breakfast and found us an isolated place to sit.

We ate quietly.

After we finished, I looked at the clock. It was only 9:30 am, an hour before my computer lab shift. I sat back and stared at Melisa.

"Last night's," I searched for a proper word, "incident is going to be talked about. My roommate is in one of the frats that popularized your nickname. They also spread the rumor that you and Doris Alex are 'involved'."

"The school is too big for it to affect me," she replied calmly. "Anyone that matters to me and the assholes will know whose bed it was in."

"What difference does whose bed it was in make?" I asked.

"The bus," she replied in a voice that said I should have known that.

There had been an incident the last semester; three guys harassing two girls on a bus. One of the girls got slapped, so I slapped the dickhead with the happy hand. It did not sit well with any of them.

In a closed space, it was not much of a fight.

"The big assholes know there will be a confrontation if they talk too much. The girl that punk slapped was one of our pledges. My sorority sisters know who you are. Do you know how many times I've told one of my sisters 'Yes, I would mind if you went after him'?" she continued.




A Master's Ring: Book 01



"It wasn't much of a fight," I said looking around. I took her question to be rhetorical.

"They were drunk and in a confined space, everything was to my advantage."

"Modest, too," she replied with a tiny feminine smile.

I was not though.

Trouble rode shotgun to a reputation. I did not need to deal with assholes that wanted to prove their manhood; I was too well-trained. Outnumbered, I hurt two of the three guys bad and only their non-student status saved me from arrest. Pressing charges against me would have put the city in a bad light when a busload of witnesses stepped forward to testify the three thugs were assaulting a co-ed when I got involved. Too many businesses depended on the school for the incident not to be smoothed over.

Hospitalizing a drunken frat boy, even in self-defense, would have different results.

"No one I care about will say anything, David," she said seriously. "We've hung out a lot together. They'll think either it's been going on for a while or that I finally decided I didn't want to be 'just friends' anymore. Even if my sisters wouldn't defend YOU, they won't allow a sister's love life to be someone else's entertainment."

She turned her green eyes on me.

Her sorority was the most influential organization in the school. They had the full support of their status-equal brother fraternity. Combined with deep ties to the administration and community, Melisa's sorority did not have to take kindly to open attacks on a sister. My roommate's frat would back off at the first sign of backlash; the least of which would be the University Police raiding every party looking for underage drinkers.

I smiled at her.

We talked about our schedules for the next school year until I had to leave. She walked me to the lab and told me not to be late to my appointment with Professor Ryan. She placed a quick kiss on the base of my neck before walking away. I stared in the direction she left for a good while before going inside.

I left the lab at 2:30pm and visited the student center for a bite to eat before heading to Professor Ryan's office. Rachel was sitting in front of the pizza stand; she said hello as I passed by. She was someone I had wanted from my first day at college. She never gave a hint she held the beginning of a belief that I was male in her pretty blonde head though. Unfortunately, every time I thought I stopped wanting her, I saw her and realized 'Nope, still want her just as badly, maybe more.'

I did not sit to talk to her. I said hello, got a slice, and left. I was reduced to that with Rachel; smile, say hello, and walk away.

I ate on my way to the English department and worked my way to Professor Ryan's office. His door was wide open; I smiled widely as I walked in. He was sitting in his chair facing the door.

"Hello, David," he said. "How are you doing today?"

"I think I'm okay," I replied sitting down at the chair across from him.

He watched me for a few seconds, I watched him back. I did not know what was going on so silence was the best policy.

"Any questions?" he asked me with a voice bordering on the smug.

I stared at him. The foster homes taught me how to be quiet and wait. I waited for years at times, and I could wait for whatever was about to happen.

He took the ring off and tossed it to me.

"Go ahead," he told me.

He watched as I studied it carefully.

The band was not gold like Melisa's; platinum, I guessed, not shiny enough to be silver. The stone was black like an onyx but I did not know rocks well enough to determine if it was. It was a much simpler band, without the etchings on Melisa's ring. The crest on the stone was exceptional. The beauty and detail of the artistry were evident even from a cursory study. I tried to inspect the crest deeply but I could not quite get to where the detail ended. Crest might have been the wrong word; it was more a painting of a gold dragon bathed in red flame. I could not tell if the dragon was reveling in the heat or being consumed.

I stood up, walked to Professor Ryan, and handed the ring back.

I sat down, and looked at him. I wanted to know what it was all about, but we were still dancing. I put it on them to take every first step.

"The rings, mine and Melisa's, are the keys, David," he said, his eyes growing quiet.

"Let me tell you a story," he continued, "Then you tell me if you believe it or not."

"A movement began in ancient Greece, arising from philosophical teachings. Plato wrote about them in his books; the elite. Some men are the center of society driving progress. Society works constantly against them, to hold them down, to protect itself against them."

He stood up to pull down an Ayn Rand book from his shelf. He tossed it at me. I looked at the cover and smiled.

"The mediocre naturally seek to destroy the elite among them," I said tossing the book back. It was not everything the book was about but that part stuck with me.

"Yes, that's how the movement ended," he said staring at the book.

"The masses destroyed the few that banded together, erasing any mention of them," he smiled to himself.

"The movement did not die though, it went underground. Several purges later, the movement's fundamental values changed. Secrecy and survival became more important than power. The profile of the members altered to people that sought to build a network, allowing them to live as they defined life. They sought to ensure their heirs would enjoy the same privilege; a more focused and easier goal to hide from the mediocre."

"An offensive term, don't you think?" I asked. I never thought most people were mediocre, just victims of their ancestors' successes and the loss of new worlds to conquer. At worst, most people were lazy.

"A lot of people find comfort in conformity," he replied seriously. "A girl gets slapped on a bus and only one man stands up. What would you call that man?"

"A fairy tale, like your story," I said smirking.

He smirked back.

"Yes, we think that's how the Brotherhood started. We're confident of the dating around Plato and Aristotle's time, but we're not sure about the rest. The Brotherhood destroyed its own history during some purges to ensure surviving members could not be tracked by rebuilding the past."

"And now?"

"And now what?" he asked me back.

"Melisa's ring is not about living life the way you want to live it." I replied.

"It isn't?" he asked. "The words are different, but the focus is the same, David. Freedom from the pluralist definition of existence."

Those were big words but still words. I waited trying to piece together the incomplete picture he was giving me.

"I'm not one of our historians," he continued. "How about if I do it this way though?"

"Fairy tale or truth?" he asked. "Today there is a Brotherhood of twenty thousand members. Two thousand are what the civilized world would call Dominants. We prefer Brothers. The rest of the membership is made up of Submissives, or our term, Siblings."

"The rings?" I asked.

"There are two kinds of rings. A white ring like Melisa wears is a Sibling ring; the black, a Brother's ring. If a white ring has a crest on it, it means the Sibling has been accepted as the sole responsibility of a specific Brother."

"And the relationship between Siblings and Brothers?" I asked.

"Difficult if not impossible to explain," he replied hesitating. "Only a Sibling can tell you why they wear a ring. The relationships they accept vary from Sibling to Sibling. Let me ask you, most people find the words dominant and submissive to be useful, but what did you think of the Sibling's performance the other day?"

I stopped and thought about Doris Alex's act of pleasure.

"Heinlein's character in 'Stranger in a Strange Land' made women faint from kissing them," I said hesitantly. "One of the female characters said that it was because when he kissed, he wasn't thinking of anything else, not even of kissing her. His entire being centered on the physical act of kissing a woman, a type of focus too intense for her to handle. That's what I thought about Dor... the Sibling. She wasn't thinking about anything; technique, your pleasure, if she was enjoying it or not. She looked as if her existence was your pleasure."

"That's not really submissive as defined by the general population," he told me. "Don't get me wrong, Doris Alexander Smith is exceptional. Other Siblings have a different set of expectations when they desire contact with a Brother."

"Nothing universal?" I asked him.

"Very few will reject a Brother. They may not offer more than physical pleasure, but an outright rejection of any contact is nearly unheard of."

I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

"The only ones I know of occur when a Sibling's crested ring is destroyed accidentally, and she is wearing a plain one. In those situations, a Brother may not know she is unavailable."

"Why two thousand and eighteen thousand?" I asked.

"The maximum number of Brothers is set," he replied, "It probably will not change until the world hits a population over 10 billion. I believe, historically, the most we've ever had is nineteen hundred but that was before the McCarthy Purge. The number of Siblings fluctuates greatly, and is much larger than Brothers because their screening is not as rigorous."

"Screening?"

"You were thoroughly studied before your attention was focused on the rings."

"How did you manage that?" I asked, knowing I was not going to like the answer. He unlocked one of the drawers in his desk, pulled a folder out and pointed it at me before putting it down on his desk.

"David Feather," he recited. "Left at the doorstep of a Catholic Church. Worked your way through the foster care system until you graduated high school. The foster care records all say the same thing; a loner, intelligent, does not get into trouble, but can't be pushed. You joined the military as soon as social services set you loose. They spent a great deal of money training you for tasks not spoken of in polite society. They wanted to keep you, but a young, inexperienced officer made a bad decision in a place that did not forgive them. You didn't kill him but your superiors chose not to thank you for ONLY embarrassing the son of a multi-star general."

"It makes good reading if one is smart enough to read between the lines" he told me. "Your type of personality does not usually develop from a social services program that doesn't work properly. Every step of the way, you've made good decisions, or made your decisions good ones. There are a lot of things in this report worthy of a second look."

I watched him now. I was right; I did not like the answer.

"Don't feel too bad," he told me waving a hand at me depreciatingly. "We've actually been watching you for a long time. You ran across a Sibling in grammar school. She suggested that you be adopted, but few Brother's homes are a family environment for someone not born to the Brotherhood. On the other hand, putting a young Brother candidate in a Sibling home creates the obvious problems of control. We had to let watching you suffice and hope that you were not damaged by our inaction."

"Do all candidates get this much attention?" I asked pointedly.

"Nearly all candidates get more, David," he replied simply. "You were easy; we only had to keep tabs on you. Social services and the military did most of our work. We only needed to get access to the records and reports. Usually we spend an intense two years making sure a candidate will not be a disappointment to other Brothers or harmful to Siblings. If a Brother candidate is born to the Brotherhood, it requires even more time to decide. In those cases, we have to distinguish between reality and a good mimic."

"So you kept tabs on me and that decided you?"

"There was also the psych evaluation you took last year."

I sighed, remembering.

A marketing agency offered me good money for a psych eval. They were 'attempting' to find better ways to market to my age group. I took so many of the damn things in the military I knew most of the questions before the head doctor asked them. It did not take a whole lot for the attractive blonde to get me to sign up. The psychiatrist was also blonde and attractive. There was something about her that made me comfortable, almost like there had been a slight flirtation between us. She called back several times during the next couple of months to get me back in the chair. I was well paid for each visit so I did not give the situation much thought, other than wondering what kind of lingerie the psychiatrist wore. I was sure about the thong and had guessed no bra. Lamentably, she deflected all of my advances.

The door opened.

Melisa walked in wearing a short white summer dress, white sandals, and her hair down. She smiled at us taking the last seat in the room.

She stared at me. I liked the change in outfit so was happy to stare back.

"So what now?" I asked keeping my eyes on Melisa.

"The Brotherhood is extending an invitation; accept a Brother's Ring, David."

"And the last few days were temptation," I said.

"I like to think of myself as temptation," Melisa spoke before Professor Ryan could, "but I don't believe you can be tempted, but an intelligent decision requires the right information."

I nodded.

"Knowledge, David, not temptation. We wanted you to know what you would be turning down if you denied yourself the ring," she continued.

"You?" I asked.

"Yes," she said with sincerity. "Doris. Janet, the pledge you defended on the bus is also a Sibling and believe me she has been scratching the walls to... anyway, every uncrested Sibling."

"Freedom," Professor Ryan said.

He looked at me for a while before he continued, "I think you would be in school much longer and teach if you did not have to worry about other things, like money."

"Knowledge," Melisa whispered.

I looked at her.

"You didn't say all the information," I told her.

"No Brother has all the information, David," Professor Ryan said with finality. "Accepting a ring gives you a right to more, but never all. You will have access to the resources necessary to do what you want to instead of what you have to, though."

"I like to earn my way," I replied.

"You did, David," Melisa said to me. "You will."

Professor Ryan laughed.

"Anything we give you, you earned by becoming someone we want as part of our Brotherhood," he said. "I'm sure you'll put back ten times whatever you use. As much as we tell new Brothers they don't owe us anything, we seem to choose ones that pay it back anyway. There may also be other things you can do for the Brotherhood later."

I spent a minute looking at each of them alternately. They stared back knowing what my answer would be. It is rare that the spider offers to make something trapped in the web another spider.

"So all I do is say yes?" I asked.

Melisa beamed at me. Professor Ryan shook his head.

"Seven Brothers have to interview you. They must make a unanimous decision to accept you."

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I don't remember anyone failing at the interview or training level."

"Failing? Training?" I interrupted.

"Yes, we would not turn you loose on close to eighteen thousand people who believe a black ring means you have a right to their body upon command. Some Siblings will believe you are a foundation," Professor Ryan said weighing me with his eyes.

"What do you mean foundation?" I asked him.

"Siblings do not just wear a white ring because they have an instinctive desire to be submissive," he replied.

"It's a trade-off for most of us, David," Melisa continued for him. "The Brothers are something we believe in; something we can build out from. A family with more connections. An escape from the real world. There are a lot of different reasons, we like having the Brothers in our lives. For a lot of us, the only price is sex with the kind of lovers we would accept anyway. Even that can be rare, I know plenty of Siblings that have to actively seek contact with a Brother."

Melisa's eyes were boring into me.

"They give us everything we need. The only obligation, and even then we have a choice, is for something all of us would gladly do with them anyway. Most Siblings are happy the Brothers go through so much trouble to sort themselves out from everybody else for us."

Professor Ryan stared at Melisa. She blushed attractively, but her chin went up in an almost challenge.

"So you don't want me turned loose on eighteen thousand people who would instinctively trust me without being sure I'm worthy of that trust," I said hesitating to think about what Melisa's expectations of me might be. "What does the training concern?"

"That's between you and your trainer," he told me with a smirk.

Melisa grinned widely and a touch of smugness crept into the grin. I could not help myself; I had to give her a silly grin of my own.

I turned back to Professor Ryan.

"A Sibling?" I asked.

"Of course," he replied. "Using the vocabulary of the civilized world, would you let a submissive train another submissive."

"No," I said immediately.

"Why not?" he asked.

I had not really thought about it but worked it through in words.

"The things that felt good to Doris Alex were the things that felt good to you. She got off on doing that to and for you. So much of her pleasure is mental in those situations; she has to know being in that dominant position over her is giving you as much pleasure as being submissive gives her. There would be a mental disconnect with a sub-to-sub situation. Everything would be different the first time she was with a Brother for HER."

"So?" Dr Ryan urged.

I nodded to myself as I thought about it.

"It wouldn't make any sense to have a Brother train another. Most of the time would be spent fighting for control, if not dominance. It's also important to go through that first transfer of power when the Brother takes over the relationship if a Sibling does the training. A Brother candidate would have to learn how to read a Sibling's wants, needs, and how she wants him to take control. Again, you might as well get him started right away with a Sibling he trusts."

I turned to look at Melisa.

"So you're my trainer?" I asked her.

"We prefer First Sibling," she replied. "Formally, my title is your First."

I got up, and stared at a corner of the room.

"When are the interviews?" I asked.

"Three tomorrow, and four on Sunday," Professor Ryan said.

"Where?"

"The Ramada," he said. "Melisa will guide you through it. They start at 9 am."

I nodded, almost to myself, and walked out.

=====Chapter 4=====

I walked around campus for a long time, thinking about the fairy tale they told me. I remembered telling Melisa I would take the weekend after Dr. Lawren's final paper was due off to unwind before finals. They must have started planning then. 

I went back to the dorm and changed into my gym clothes.

I spent twenty minutes on the treadmill, thinking about Melisa and Doris Alex. I finished and moved to the weight area but was intercepted by Janet.

"You're looking intense," she said in a mildly flirtatious voice.

Janet was the girl who had been slapped on the bus. She had jet-black hair, warm brown eyes and was three inches shorter than Melisa. The other major difference between them was that while Melisa's curves were symmetrical, Janet had a plump behind and breasts. She was on the dance team so the rest of her body was tight but her curves defied any attempts at flattening.

"Hey," I said to her.

"What's got you all serious?" she asked me.

I shook my head and smiled at her.

"You know David, you're going to have to open up sometime," she admonished half-jokingly. She leaned a little closer and for the first time I did not take a step back. Janet played around the edges of wanting to express more gratitude for the bus incident. The playing was so subtle I had put it off to wishful thinking on my part. She raised an eyebrow at my not moving away. For the first time, she was the one that took the step backward.




A Master's Ring: Book 01



We talked for a couple of minutes while I recovered from the harder than usual treadmill run. Except for those brief moments when she hinted at something more, Janet treated me like the rest of her sorority, as if I were Melisa's private domain.

I used the weights to push the Brotherhood out of my mind. I succeeded until I moved to the bench press. I prepared the weight on the bar after my warm-up set and looked around for a spotter. The gym was pretty empty, and the student worker was helping someone else.

"I'll do it, David," Janet said from behind me.

I turned around to look at her. She smiled and mounted the stand behind the bar.

"You only need a little help at the end, right?" she said.

I nodded and lay down on the bench. The first and second sets were fine. On the third set, she had to help and ended up bent over the bar after it was on the rails. Her t-shirt was large and in our relative positions I could see into it; her juicy breasts overran the top of her sports bra.

She smiled down at me.

Her necklace fell out of where she tucked it into her t-shirt. The ring she had on it fell to a stop a couple of inches from my face.

It was the twin to Melisa and Doris Alex's.

I looked into her eyes when I recognized it. I forgot that Melisa said Janet was a Sibling. There was much more than a hint of what she wanted in her eyes. She leaned farther down until her face was inches away from me.

"I've dreamt about you since that day," she whispered. "I just about came when Melisa told me you were a Brother candidate."

---

Later, I sat staring at the TV screen when Melisa opened the door and walked in.

"Hi!" she said leaning against my bed.

"Hello," I replied.

She watched me for a couple of minutes as I looked at the TV. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts again; not as nice or as tight as the night before but I liked them.

"I'm guessing you have some questions," she said looking down at the mattress. I put my index finger under her chin and lifted her face so she would look at me.

I turned the TV off and looked at her.

"What's with the tails?" I asked her.

She looked at me confused. Deep in her green eyes, I could see the truth. She did not know what I was talking about.

The Brotherhood had people following me. They were probably very good, but I could feel their focus as I walked around campus. More than likely, the sensitivity was an effect of extremely acute senses. It had been drilled into me to trust those feelings. Knowing when someone was focused on me had ended my military career when a young officer could not keep his mouth shut about a mission. Feeling the eyes on the back of my head changed the complexion of the Brotherhood.

Whatever else was going on, they took secrecy seriously.

I smiled and shook my head at Melisa.

"I talked to Janet this afternoon," I said. "How long have you known I was a Brother candidate?"

"All of my life," she said.

The answer confused me, and my face must have shown it. She jumped up on the bed and sat facing me.

"My father beat my mother," she said softly. "My mom called the cops the first time he hit me instead of her. I was three years old; I remember how it felt."

She stopped and put her hand in mine. It felt like she was drawing the strength to continue.

"One of the cops that answered the call was a Brother," she said. "Ronald didn't like my father, but he did like Mom though. He stopped by every day for six months to make sure we were okay. I think mom would have gone back to my father if it wasn't for him. He held my mom up when she needed it, and she stuck the divorce out. A year later, we moved in with him. I knew there was something different about Ronald; there were other women, but unlike with my father my mom never said anything. I didn't care. I was happy. Mom was happy. The first time I witnessed my mom, Ronald, and another Sibling having sex. I didn't ask my mom about it, I asked him my dad."

I looked confused for a second. She smiled and shook her head.

"My father died in prison, but I never felt guilty about calling Ronald, Dad. I remember the first time I did it. He held me so tight I knew I wanted someone like him forever."

I nodded.

"I asked Ronald about what I saw between him, my mom and that woman. He told me the truth about Brothers and Siblings. My mom accepted a Sibling ring after the divorce. I asked him right there, what I had to do to be a Sibling. He laughed and said I was going to have to wait to make that decision. I told him every morning for two years that I still wanted it. But something changed; I think Ronald knew what would happen. I was in his study one night and there was a folder on his desk. My dad was the Brother assigned to keep tabs on you. He caught me reading your file but didn't say anything. He let me check your file every night for changes. I didn't ask about being a Sibling again until my eighteenth birthday. That morning, I walked naked into the kitchen. Ronald was having breakfast with my mother and his other crested Sibling, Joanne. I asked if you were a Brother candidate, he nodded. I said 'I want to be a Sibling and I want you to train me, Brother.' I gave him my virginity that night and lost my dad. Sunday night after they give you the ring, I want you to give my daddy back to me."

There was tear in her eye. I watched it trail down her cheek.

"That's not all your life, Melisa," I said gently.

"Yes, it is, David."

I sighed loudly.

"This is NOT what I expected," I said.

"We can change who trains you," she snickered.

"Janet would love to be the one," she said with somewhat annoyed humor. "Or Doris if you prefer. I just want..."

I shook my head.

"That's not what I meant, Melisa," I assured her.

"Then?" she asked confused.

"You know I like Rachel," I said.

"David, Doris 'likes' you, Janet 'likes' you a LOT," she interrupted. "You... don't just 'like' Rachel."

I laughed softly.

"Anyway," I continued, "I never thought Rachel and I would get together. I've known you as long as her. I got the feeling you were interested, but with you, it was different."

I stopped and she squeezed my hand.

"I knew we would be studying together someday, and you would look up from your book to say something like, 'We should be together, David.' Just like that, we'd be a couple. I never thought you and I would NOT happen, Melisa, but I did not imagine this."

She nodded.

"Do you want to change your mind?" she asked.

Those words would have convinced me Melisa did not know about the people following me if I had not already seen it in her eyes. I wondered what else Brothers did not tell Siblings, and if there were things Siblings did not tell Brothers.

"An orphan doesn't walk away from an offer of family," I whispered. "He might not believe it's real, but he doesn't walk away."

I wondered how often Brothers lied to Siblings; my words were not a lie, but they had not been true for a long time.

I lay down, and she followed to rest her head on my shoulder. She stroked my chest through the t-shirt. I turned into her so I could run my fingers up and down her spine. She cuddled closer to me. I lay thinking about the Brotherhood for a long time.

I sighed loudly finally.

I gave up on my thought process. I was going to do what I was going to do and thinking about it would not change that. There had to be more behind the curtain and not all of it could be good, but I needed to be on the other side of it.

I pulled the t-shirt out of Melisa's shorts so I could be in contact with her skin. She arched her back when I rubbed small circles on the small of her back.

She sat up, pulled the t-shirt over her head, and tossed it beside the bed. She was wearing a flesh-toned bra, not more than a wisp of fabric but enough to tease.

I had not imagined kissing or touching Melisa, like I had a couple of hundred times with Rachel. It seemed unnecessary, as if it would ruin what was to come.

I was glad my roommate would not be around until much later.

She lay back down slightly on top of me. I placed my fingertips gently on the middle of her lower back where her spine met the shorts. I ran the pad of my fingers up and down her spine making sure I did not touch her skin with my nails.

Up and down her back slowly.

I wet my fingertips on my tongue and went back to moving them along her spine. I tried to make it so only the moisture on my fingers connected us.

I pulled out from underneath her. She let me, lying on her stomach. I got out of bed and put something soft on the CD player.

I got back on the bed.

I straddled her thighs, imprisoning them between my knees. I placed my palms on either side of her spine on her lower back. I did it slowly. First the heel of the hand, then I rolled my hands down and out so that as each new spot of my skin touched her, another part of my hand stopped touching her. I did this until only the pads of my fingertips were touching her again.

I brushed my fingertips slowly up her back. When I reached her bra strap, I inserted my right index finger underneath it and ran it from left to right on her skin, and then back from right to left. She put her hands underneath her body and I felt the bra loosen. She stretched her arms forward so I could take it off.

I ran the lacy part of the cups up and down her back, making sure that the back of her neck felt the gentle caress of the lace. I tossed it next to the bed after a few passes.

I put my hands down flat on her shoulder blades. I massaged her back slowly, but only by pressing my hands down on different portions of her back. First high, placing my hands above her shoulder blades, pressing down, then her lower back, pressing down.

I repeated it, but this time pushing my palms towards her head when I pressed down. I could feel her relax, as I gave her entire back attention.

I returned to light fingertip touches up and down her back, every now and then touching her sides.

I pulled the elastic of her shorts down a bit so I could run my fingertips right and left along the skin the waistband had just been touching. The night before made it impossible for me to be surprised that Melisa, the 'Bryar' patch, was not wearing panties. Watching as she sucked her juices out of her panties to share them with me reset my impressions of her. 

When my fingertips touched her sides, I ran them up her torso until they came into contact with her breasts. I ran each finger individually along what little of her breasts I could touch. She raised her buttocks into my groin. She lifted her upper body enough so I could circle her areola with each fingertip. She pressed her ass against me. I used my crotch to press her back onto the bed.

I took my t-shirt off, and lay gently on top of her. I put weight on her bringing more and more of my skin into contact with her. I rubbed my chest on her back, running myself down her body, until I breathed on the skin at the small of her back.

I blew on the juncture between her shorts and her back, left to right, and back to the left again. She lifted her hips to press her ass into my chest. I pressed back down against her, preventing her hips from coming off the mattress. I lifted off her but trapped her calves with my knees this time. I reached to each side of her body and ran my hands down from as high as I could reach on her torso until my fingers were on the elastic of her shorts. I grabbed her shorts from each side and used the grip to pull her hips off the bed and closer to me; she came willingly. I stopped her halfway to my body. All I wanted was to lower her shorts to her knees, that accomplished I pushed her back to the bed.

I moved up so that I could lie down on top of her again. I kissed her neck and moved down her body. I kept moving downwards until I could blow into the space between her ass cheeks. I sat back with my ass on my calves no longer on top of her. I bent her legs and put her feet on my chest. I grabbed her shorts, and used them to lift her knees off the bed so I could take them off.

I tossed them beside the bed.

I placed my fingertips on the inside of her knees and ran them up her calves to the soles of her feet and then her toes. I blew down the sole of her foot so that she felt the coldness of air on her heel. I repeated the gentle blast of air on the other foot.

I ran the pads of my fingers down the soles of her feet. I repeated the motion with the heel of my hand, applying more than gentle pressure this time.

I lay her legs down.

I shifted around to kneel beside her waist. I ran my fingers on any part of her skin I could reach without bending forward. I kept it up until the upward thrust of her hips told me she wanted more.

I shifted my body to her feet. I reached down until my lips made contact with the skin at her ankles.

I had watched a movie a long time before where a couple played a game of Touch-NoTouch. They tried to get as close to the other person without actually touching them; the object of the game was to tempt the other person into touching you first.

I thought the game much more interesting if played with a leader. He tries to come as close to touching the woman with hands, lips, and tongue without actually making contact her. She gets an occasional, accidental touch but not enough to satisfy her if she really wants to feel me against her. Places where she has hair like the back of her neck, or her arms are the best. I can move the hair around with my lips without touching skin; going against the grain works especially well.

I did it to Melisa.

I lifted my lips from her skin. I took my hands and tried to get them as close to her as I could, and ran my hands along her body's aura. Our heat melded, but we did not touch. She reacted to the feel of me every time I lost control of the motion enough to break the NoTouch. When I touched between her shoulder blades, she rubbed her chest on the bed again.

I ran my hands along the hair of her arms. It was easier not to touch skin with the fine hairs to tell me when to stop pressing downward. I stopped the motion with my hands, and returned to my position kneeling at her feet. I placed my hands on either side of her. I used them to keep off her as I lowered myself until my lips floated in her heat.

My exhalations fell on her skin. I traced her aura with my lips. Occasionally, I made contact but not enough to satisfy her. Anywhere I encountered hair I moved it with my lips.

I made sure that my body made no contact with her. At the small of her back, I extended my tongue outwards, even closer to her skin than my lips, until I knew she could feel the change of moisture in the air above the area.

I wanted to lick her, to kiss her, to fuck her.

I returned to traveling along her aura. At her arms I made sure that I sensitized every hair pore by moving each strand with my lips. I moved up to her neck. I gathered her hair out of my way. She pushed her forehead into the pillow; she was breathing hard and so was I.

I woke every nerve ending I could by moving each small hair in circles. I was extra careful this time not to touch her. I extended my tongue and moved the hair around again.

I moved my lips around her neck, to her shoulders. Making no contact with her skin, the time for that was close but it had not arrived yet.

I lay on top of her, making skin to skin contact with her ankles, the back of her thighs, pushing my groin into her ass, my chest on her back. I bit the juncture of shoulder and the base of her neck.

She pushed up; the sound that escaped her lips was heavy with need.

I let her go, and lay on my back beside her. She moved so she was almost on top of me with her face on my shoulder.

It was a long time before everything inside us returned to normal, and much longer before we fell asleep.

=====Chapter 5=====

I woke up when Melisa climbed over me to get out of bed. Sunlight was beginning to stream through the window. I turned to look at my alarm clock; it was 6:30 am. I turned to watch Melisa walk over to the closet naked.

Watching Melisa do anything naked was enjoyable. I had thoughts about insisting she do homework naked in my room when she was my First Sibling.

She looked back, smiling, as she grabbed my towel and wrapped it around her body. She walked back, and leaned against the bed. I did not bother to look if my roommate was awake and watching. I already figured out that Melisa wanted him to see us together. It was not quite trumpeting our relationship change around campus, but it was fairly close. 

"I'm going to take a shower and get dressed," she told me. "You should start getting ready, too."

"Okay," I replied. "Should I wear anything special?"

"Casual," she said as she gathered up her clothes from last night. "I don't know how long the interviews will take so you need to be comfortable."

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran her hand down my chest to the edge of my underwear. She smiled at me and walked out of the room. She lived in the building so I did not think anything of her walking around mostly naked.

I stretched my arms over my head and yawned trying to clear the cobwebs and sexual frustration. The three Siblings had me surfing a large wave of desire.

It was uncomfortable, but not unpleasant.

I got out of the bed, and walked over to the closet. I pulled a towel off the top rack. I chose a clean set of jeans and tan summer shirt. Melisa's sorting job made it easier. She had even made a pile at the bottom of my closet that I was pretty sure was the things she did thought I should never wear again. I tossed my clothes on the bed, and went to my drawer set. I pulled out clean underwear throwing them on the bed along with the rest of the stuff.

I made the shower extremely cold; uncomfortable enough to wake me up and push off the last of the lethargy.

My roommate made some grumbling noises when I walked back in. He would head home immediately after getting up. His mom and dad expected him every weekend as long as they were footing his bills.

I finished dressing and stood by the window, staring out across the low river into the next town. I was not looking at anything, or thinking about anything.

Just waiting.

---

Melisa walked into my room at 7:30 am. I turned to look; she had chosen a tan business suit. It matched my shirt so perfectly I shook my head when I thought maybe she was psychic. She smiled widely seeing my choice of shirt.

Women in suits are fascinating. It is fun to size them up to see if they are the type to wear some frilly, tiny, sexy lingerie underneath or a practical set of color coordinated bra and panties. I did not have to wonder with Melisa. The last two days had been an education in what a woman could hide beneath a perfectly normal exterior, especially this woman.

She walked over and, checked to make sure I was presentable. She reached up to kiss my neck. She did that instead of the customary short kiss on the lips or cheek; I wondered why. She proceeded to straighten out imagined wrinkles or bad positioning in my clothing.

I let her.

It was one of those things I thought best to let a woman do. It always struck me as very feminine so I smiled as she did it.

"Breakfast?" she asked.

"Where?"

"The Ramada," she said, "that way we can't be late and you'll have a chance to get comfortable in the surroundings."

"I'm not uncomfortable," I replied.

She raised a blonde eyebrow at me.

I smiled, "Not that type of uncomfortable, anyway."

She smiled back.

I was not uncomfortable about my choice. You do not put a gun to a officer's head and question the choice. Some things, you do because that is who you are.

A voice inside wanted me to start living.

She led the way out of my room and down to the parking lot. She walked up to a black BMW and opened the door for me. I appreciated the car before I got into the passenger side.




A Master's Ring: Book 01



The delay while Melisa entered the car gave my senses the time to place the eyes on the back of my head. I could have pointed to both pairs but it would have warned them.

The inside of the BMW had a strong new car smell.

"Did you have to walk behind me the whole way?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. I enjoyed the walk down to the car much more having her ass to stare at the whole way. She smiled and shook her head as she pulled the car out of the lot. I smiled out the window; already enjoying how the Siblings I knew expected me to openly appreciate their femininity.

"Yours?" I asked running my hand on the dashboard.

"For now," she said turning to smirk at me.

"Really trying, aren't they," I stated.

"Like I said in Dr. Ryan's office, you need to know what denying yourself a Brother's ring would mean," she said with a shrug.

I sat back and enjoyed the ride.

She stopped in front of the hotel and handed the keys to the valet as she stepped out. She walked around the car, took my hand and led me to the dining area. The host gave us a table next to the window, not much to see but more pleasant than the inner tables.

I ordered a simple breakfast.

"Are you nervous?" Melisa asked me.

"Not really," I said.

"How come?"

"This has all been planned, right?"

She nodded.

"The Brothers have been waiting for the right time for years. They would have picked up a major fault in me a long time ago."

She smiled.

"You've tested me," I continued. "How many men would have tried for more considering what you've been doing? You know I'm one of them. This is the easy part, Melisa. It's just a question of showing them that reality is what they already know it is."

"You don't think you'll fail here?" she asked.

"No."

She just stared at me.

"No matter what happens here, I've passed the biggest obstacle between a black ring and me."

"What was that?" she asked.

"You want me, not as Melisa Bryar, but as a woman who wear a white ring. You've never thought of me as anything other than one of them. I've been thinking about how you treated me the last two years. It's gotten stronger, hasn't it?"

She turned her head to stare out the window.

"You, Janet, even Doris Alex; three Siblings that like me according to you and that means three Siblings that want me by your conception of the world. A dominant doesn't have to take anything from a submissive."

I reached to turn her head so her eyes looked into mine.

"You've waited a long time for this, Melisa. I'm not going to fail you," I whispered.

The waiter arrived to drop off breakfast. It was one of the best breakfasts I ever ate. It had nothing to do with the food; Melisa's smile made everything seem brighter. We finished our food in silence, and I enjoyed our coffee in the same quiet.

At five minutes to nine, Melisa looked at her watch and got up saying "It's time, David."

I followed her out of the restaurant. I did not wonder at her not having paid; they carefully choreographed every step.

She got into the elevator and pressed the button for the 7th floor. I leaned back against the elevator, smiling; I really was not nervous. I found that amusing to some degree, and wondered if I should worry about my confidence.

The elevator stopped.

Melisa got out and turned to the right. She walked to the last door of the hallway, opened it and stood back.

"I'll be called when you're done. If there's time, I'll wait with you for the next one." she told me.

She stopped me as I passed her. I looked down at her, questioning with my eyes. She stood on tiptoes to give me a small kiss on the lips. She let go and walked past me to the elevator. I watched her before entering the lion's den.

My interviewee was leaning back against the windows opposite the door with her hands behind her.

She was amazing: tall, blonde, and athletically trim.

I expected the blue eyes as I got closer, but their brilliance surprised me. She stared at me as I approached her.

I could not have made her more beautiful, except...

"So do I call you Sister?" I said extending my hand.

She smiled for a second and then broke into laughter. She took my hand and drew me into a hug. She motioned with her left hand to a couch. The black-stoned ring of a Brother was prominent on her ring finger.

"You expected this,"" she said sitting down across from me. "How?"

"The Sibling ring on Melisa's hand," I said. "There's a female kneeling with wrists bound, but the other side has a bound male. I took it to mean either sex could wear it. The obvious leap from that is Sisters or homosexual Brothers. I liked the idea of both. Professor Ryan and Melisa also had hesitations and said people a couple of times."

She smiled like I was a little brother doing her proud.

"The choice is obvious then; the perfect example of my standard for attractive, even a little unreachable. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and an athletic body. Can I look beyond the shell to see the equal?"

"And can you?" she asked.

I stared at her looking inside myself as I studied her.

"You are beautiful," I answered, "but not attractive. As if I had just been told me you were my sister."

"Incest is best," she said with raised eyebrows.

"I want the Siblings I know. You... I don't know... It's like I was just told you're a lesbian. There's just nothing for me to mentally latch onto," I said simply.

"Not even a little attractive," she pined in humor.

"I am hoping you have a twin sister who isn't quite as brotherly, more siblingish so to speak," I said with a laugh and she laughed with me.

"Actually, I do have a little sister. I think she's better looking, and she is in Sibling training," she said when our laughter passed.

"Better looking?" I asked doubtfully.

She nodded hard so I had to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Then meeting her would be bad," I said with another quick laugh.

"That's unfortunate, David. A Brother in residence makes a college very attractive to Siblings picking where to go to continue their education. We were hoping you would welcome Liz with open arms," she said with a smile of mischief on her face.

"As a Brother, I have a feeling I would be more willing to do the necessary bad things," I deadpanned.

She nodded sagely.

I guessed what the test would be, but I was still amazed that as beautiful as she was, I really did not find her attractive. I wanted time to think about that newly discovered facet of my personality.

We sat there for a minute measuring each other, as if we were long lost family members that had just met. I was sure I had passed my first interview.

"Even though you seem to know what's coming, I guess you must have questions."

"I have a few guesses about what's coming, but I'm not sure about them," I replied.

"Ohh?" she said questioningly.

"The order of the interviews." I explained.

"What are your guesses?"

"Well, you were the obvious one."

"And the next?" she asked.

"Male, black, homosexual," I stated crisply.

"But why?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The racial choice is easy. A man of directly opposite sexual preference, probably as expressive in his homosexuality as I am private in mine. You stack prejudice on prejudice and see if society has imprinted me with them."

She got up to and walked to the window.

"And the next one?" she asked me.

"That one is tough," I replied standing up to walk around the room. "If this is to test my reactions to different Brothers, I would pick someone almost exactly like me but set off some classic male insecurities. Latin but better looking than me: taller, more attractive body type. An extrovert pitted against my introverted nature. Everything and anything that would make me look at him as unfavorable competition and react in that fashion."

I gave a short laugh.

"Hell, I'd make him a Spaniard instead of from this continent. Go for culture bias too."

I stood next to her and leaned against the window.

She turned to look at me, and started laughing.

"Okay, let's go for the full passing grade," she said through the laugh. "Three interviews on Saturday, four on Sunday; who gets thrown at you tomorrow?"

"That's easy, the tradionalists; all of them old with a touch of stodgy. Each one guaranteed to have annoyingly different views of the world than a younger man," I replied jokingly.

"How do you that?" she asked me wonderingly.

I walked over to the couch, leaned back before replying.

"Would you believe, I'm psychic."

She raised an eyebrow and sat down across from me.

"No, seriously."

I surprised myself by telling her the truth.

"Foster parents come in all shapes and perversities. You have to know immediately if it's going to be beatings or sleeping lightly. You can live with the beatings, but you have to know when to smash a few valuables to get them to kick you out or that you need to run the first chance you get and every time they put you back in the same house."

She was quietly staring at me.

"I learned to watch people. Everything made sense once I understood the underlying system or motivations," I said to her. "Very rarely are there truly disparate actions. You want me, but there's a lot to protect; thousands of Siblings, close to two thousand Brothers you expect me to count as closer than blood."

I stared at her for a minute.

"Liz is your baby sister, and you're handing her over on a silver platter. How careful would I be in that situation? How careful would I be if I were able to choose my own brother or sister? You have a file on me but that would not be enough. You need to see me in action, that's what Melisa is for. You have to hit me from unexpected sides; that's what these interviews are for. Melisa, Janet even Doris Alex could tell you wanted to know though; there couldn't be many other reasons for the interviews. After that..."

I shrugged and she raised the eyebrow again.

"The tests seem obvious," I continued.

"But we didn't surprise you," she said simply.

"It's just as good," I said.

"Really?"

"The surprise would have been if I didn't figure it out, wouldn't it?"

"But you know the answers, David," she said.

"It doesn't matter; Brothers can't like surprises; I don't. You expected this, at least from me. I know the answers, but I'm either a really good actor, or my reactions are exactly what you want them to be anyway."

"And are you a good actor?" she asked me seriously.

I did not answer. She smiled at me.

I asked if there was another name for black ring wearers than Brothers.

"No."

"The women don't mind?" I asked.

"Some do, but it's an old society. We keep the name Brothers because of the tradition and in honor of those that built the Brotherhood," she replied. "Most Siblings call us Sisters anyway. Brother is a title we use between us now. Plus female Brothers that don't like the name still have to admit that the Brotherhood was more than a few centuries ahead of it's time in accepting women as equals."

She smiled proudly.

"The first female Brother accepted a ring close to a thousand years ago. She had full Brother rights. Supposedly, the male Brothers found it amusing to recruit male Siblings and present them to her as gifts. By the time she died, there were a significant number of female Brothers."

I nodded to myself.

"Why wasn't I approached sooner?" I asked seriously. "It seems you've wasted a couple of years. I know Melisa thinks that."

"We were not the only ones interested in you," she admitted honestly. "You possess a violent skill set considered a high commodity among certain US agencies. We had to bury you to make sure no one else tried to recruit you."

"How did you manage that?"

"Reports were altered to reflect the truth of what happened on your last official mission. The truth in black and white is not very pretty, and the three month detachment from your team at the end of your career did not reflect well either. Nobody on that mission answers any questions without having stars waved in their face. Your military psychological profile was also changed to flag you as dangerously capable of going rogue. After that, it's just a matter of waiting until another class of young, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed killers graduated from military service."

"Killers?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She did not answer but maintained the eye contact.

"Why did you put the tails on me?" I asked.

She nodded.

"We questioned whether you would know," she said softly. "The military records state that your measurable senses test well beyond normal capabilities."

"I know there's been at least two people following me since I left Professor Ryan's office yesterday."

"Why haven't you done something about it?" she asked.

"They either belonged to you, or to someone that knows about you? Either way, they are not important for now," I stated carefully.

She nodded again.

"They belong to us, but are borrowed from other... never mind, that's irrelevant for now. They are here to make sure you don't try to expose us," she said.

"That has happened before?" I asked curiously.

"Would you take the chance?" she asked.

I shook my head.

I did not need to know the consequences of trying to expose the Brotherhood. Professor Ryan was not the kind of wordsmith that threw a word like purge around lightly.

"You're treating me differently than other Brother candidates," I said.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Professor Ryan said you usually study a Brother candidate for two years. You isolate them for those two years, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Why not me?"

"You require special handling."

I waited silently. She watched me for a couple of minutes and sighed.

"You're right," she said. "Any other candidate would be isolated and after two years interviewed by any seven available Brothers. We can't do that so the interviews serve a different purpose in your case."

I nodded and stood up to look out the window.

"We would prefer not to tell you why yet, David. When the time comes though, I give you my word you will be given a choice."

"You think I'll choose what you want, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied honestly.

"Even if you told me everything now, you believe I would make the same choice."

"Yes, David," she said with finality. "You, of any Brother candidate, would not disappoint us."

I nodded and sat down across from her again.

"It's my turn to ask the questions," she said with a vicious smile.

=====Chapter 6=====

I went through the military's most brutal evasion, capture, resistance and escape training, but Samantha's interrogation techniques were without peer. She wrung me out until I resorted to skimming the truth with each question she asked. It did not stop her, but I thought if she were on the clock, it would delay her invasion of my mind. Samantha smiled as if she had enjoyed herself profusely when the time came to end our discussion.

The two other interviews went along the lines that I laid out for my newfound sister.

Robert was older than I expected and one of the Brotherhood's historians. We discussed a number of historical figures that were Brothers. The number of Siblings who had contributed to society was astounding. The Brothers dropped completely out of public life around McCarthyism; it was for all intents and purposes another purge and a deeper entrenching. The Brotherhood was probably well served by the renewed vigilance in the US considering Hoover and the technological changes in monitoring people. Robert liked to talk, and I liked to listen to people who knew what they were talking about.

I smiled outside his door. It had been an elegant dance of getting what he wanted by asking my opinion on different people. He made it easier to be honest than Samantha with his charm and wit. I had a more difficult time holding him at bay. I never met someone quite as flamboyantly homosexual as Robert, and it was an experience even if most of it was an act on his part.

Roderigo was a pain in the ass. I knew for a fact that I was an asshole, and Roderigo was very nearly the exact same kind of asshole. We spent a good three hours like pitbulls separated only by the bars of civility. He was a woman's dream: tall, Mediterranean complexion, handsome, and sweated confidence. In the end, just the fact that I would not bend forced respect out of him.

Melissa was waiting for me outside his door. She looked past me and smiled. I hoped it was not at the sight of Roderigo.

I even disliked his fucking name.

We ate a quiet dinner in the hotel restaurant. I barely noticed the food as more than a replenishment of my reserves. The Brothers worked together to drain me, but they could not overcome the years of training in foster homes and the military. They were not cruel and without a real desire to do damage. The twenty-four years of institutional training was enough to protect the parts of myself that had always been private.

I felt the low thrum of Melissa's satisfaction as she drove us home. I smiled as her emotions warmed me. I do not know what it was, but her happiness made the last of the day's stress dissipitate.

She got out of the elevator at her floor and turned around. I gave her a look of confusion. She put her hand on the elevator to keep it open.

"Do you think Roderigo's an asshole?" she asked me seriously.

My eyes widened but I managed to nod.

"So do I," she said with a firm nod. She shrugged and moved away from the elevator.

I laughed all the way to my floor.

I walked into the floor lounge hoping she would be coming upstairs as soon as she changed. I did not talk to my floormates very often so the strange looks the people in the lounge gave me were confusing. My social group consisted mostly of Melisa's sorority since they did a fair job of isolating me in classes. I did not remember a single class without either Melisa or one of her sorority sisters. Few girls were going to challenge any of the sisters for a man's attention. I smiled remembering my two logic classes with Doris Alex. It took one kiss on the cheek accompanied by a caress to send a clearly received signal that I was off-limits.

Doris Alex and I had signed up for a formal logic seminar the next semester. I was looking forward to it, but her Sibling status added a whole new dimension. I wondered how long it would be before I could have the night with Doris Alex that every heterosexual/bisexual male that knew her dreamed of.

I studied the people in the lounge carefully to see if something was wrong. I shrugged figuring my roommate opened his mouth about Melisa or someone saw her coming out of my room wearing a towel. Everyone knew there was little chance Melisa would date a member of my roommate's fraternity so if they saw her like that I would be the obvious culprit.

I was right and wrong.

People knew that our relationship had changed, but the real reason for the looks was that Janet waited for me by the door to my room.

She was eminently noticeable in very tight black shorts and a white tummy t-shirt. I shook my head knowing my floormates were wondering how I could have gotten so lucky.

Janet's clothing positively screamed she wanted male type attention. 

I leaned against my door and looked down at her. She smiled so sexily that I had to step into her space. She tilted her head back, and I leaned down for a kiss. It overwhelmed both of us. I drove my tongue into her mouth and she tried to wrap hers around it. We breathed harshly as the tide threatened to drag us down. I put my hands in her hair and pushed her head back to separate our lips. She groaned and pressed her lower body against my groin to tempt me to kiss her again. I looked down into her brown eyes.

I let her hair go and took a step back. I leaned against the door again.




A Master's Ring: Book 02



Book II: Outside The Shuuraku Gates

=====Chapter 21=====

A couple of weeks later, Doris Alex and I were having lunch when Alyssa sat down at our table.

"So is there trouble in paradise?" she asked with a mischievous smile, stealing one of my fries.

"Excuse me?" I asked curiously.

"You and the girls," she said as her smile turned wicked. "Is there trouble in David's love nest?"

"Alyssa," Doris Alex whispered dangerously.

"Oh come on! It's different with you," Alyssa said turning up the wattage on her smile. "I know you're banging David, but you're also smoking Dr. Ryan so David was always sharing you."

I sat back and crossed my arms. Alyssa turned her eyes on me.

"Now, I've always seen Rachel with David somewhere behind her, almost like he's watching over her or David with Melisa beside him," she said raising an eyebrow. "But recently, it's been Rachel and Melisa with no David to be found anywhere near them."

"Why does my sex life fascinate you?" I asked tilting my head.

"Dahhling, I just need Rachel out of the way to hop into bed with you," she said standing up. "But if Melisa's ditching you too, even better."

"You'd have to go through me then," Doris Alex said quietly. Alyssa turned to her.

"Is it like that now?" she asked quietly.

Doris Alex shrugged.

"You'll find me a harsher task-mistress than Melisa," Doris Alex warned.

"Yeah, but you're more my type," Alyssa said reaching over to stroke a curl of Doris Alex's hair. She finger-waved a goodbye to us and walked out. Doris Alex looked after her thoughtfully.

"You should fight for her," she said finally.

"Alyssa?"

"Melisa," she said shaking her head and turning towards me. "You should fight for her."

"I didn't know I had to."

"Rachel is trying to draw her away from you."

"No, Doris Alex," I said. "Melisa is drawing away from me."

"Only because you won't bring her back," Doris Alex insisted.

I shrugged.

"You have to say yes when I ask," I said. "But that doesn't mean you're hoping I'll ask."

"Melisa belongs to you. Pull her back!" Doris Alex said harshly.

I stared at her.

"I'm sorry, Brother," she whispered looking down.

"Melisa feels something for Rachel that has nothing to do with me," I said. Doris Alex slammed her fist on the table and looked out the window.

"Funny," I said. "Part of converting a Sibling is giving them the choice, isn't it? Melisa never had that."

"She made a choice!" Doris Alex insisted.

"When her father put his hand on her, he made a choice. She ran from that to us," I said. "Leave them alone, Sibling. Melisa has choices to make."

"You could lose her," Doris Alex said looking at me hard. I smiled and touched her face gently.

"And now you'll tell me I could also lose Rachel."

"Rachel is NOT a Sibling."

"If Melisa walks away, she was never one either."

------

I seemed to be the only one that did not take Melisa and Rachel getting closer as a reason to panic. To be fair, Professor Ryan only looked slightly concerned. It was the Siblings whose anxiety grew by leaps on a daily basis.

I knew Brothers did not let Brothers walk away, but the Siblings acted like it was not an option for one of them either.

------

"Aren't you going to something about Melisa?" Dr. Lawren asked.

I hit dead center at the small of her back with a perfectly placed sting of the crop. I liked that spot on her body; it made her wriggle attractively against her bonds.

I bought the crop and bondage gear myself. I checked it every time I visited for cleanliness. It was her job to make sure they were perfect and ready in case that was what I wanted. I only had to walk out one time when the pieces were slightly out of place in their case for Susan to be diligent in her duties afterwards.

She was handcuffed to a stand in the middle of her living room. I preferred to tie her to the bed, but I wanted her fully spread and standing that day.

I placed the crop an inch to the left of center.

"She's supposed to be converting Rachel," she said. "Not the other way around."

An inch to the right.

"Fucking little twit! She doesn't even know how to seduce a non-Sib."

An inch below.

"God! You're not even pissed about it."

An inch above.

"I would have LOVED to fuck you and Jason at the same time."

I placed the crop dead center again. I walked around front and smiled at her a second before bringing the sting of the crop down on top of her bellybutton. Her eyes burned, and she cursed me. I stared into her eyes until she silenced.

A half-hour later as the crop caressed her clitoris, she came screaming my name.

------

"People are talking," Michael said as he led me through the frat house. "The Taus that are staying over the summer are finding the situation fucking funny."

I raised an eyebrow as I turned towards him. The work on the house had gone well. It would definitely be finished by the end of the summer. I was pleased: money did make a difference when you wanted things finished on time. I wondered if I could get in a visit to the sorority house before I went to dinner.

"Want to walk over the Sorority house?" I asked him.

"David, the Greek rumor mill is going ballistic. The Taus are making fun of this whole thing."

"So?"

"David!"

"You really need to get past this fraternity bullshit, Michael. Who gives a shit what the Taus are doing? If I have to think about any of them specifically, I'm going to dissect him to figure out why I find that particular Tau so fascinating."

Someone laughed behind me. I turned to see a couple of the other fraternity officers standing in the room.

"Don't you guys think this room needs to be bigger?" I asked.

The chapter room was too small I thought; only half the brothers would be able to gather inside.

-----

"Do you know what you're doing, David?" Professor Ryan asked me after class.

Rachel and Melisa had rushed out. They separated the work load for the final project into two sections. I was responsible for one and they were working on the other.

"Yeah, I mean the project is pretty easy compared to the some of the others," I said looking at my notebook.

"I mean with your First," he corrected.

"I didn't think that title would apply anymore," I said curiously.

"A First is always a First, Brother," he said with a warm smile of remembrance.

I nodded.

"Melisa's not a normal Sibling," he said carefully. "Like I've told you, she might need special handling. I wish the Siblings had found a way to indoctrinate her without involving other Brothers. It really would have been the best of all worlds."

"I'm not a normal Brother," I said, just as carefully.

He nodded.

"I think it's better to let Melisa decide whether the white ring is really something she wants to live her life by," I explained.

"You think that's what this is?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No," I said honestly. "But that explanation keeps the Sibling buzz to a minimum."

He looked shocked before he breaking out into loud laughter.

-----

"Can we take a timeout?" Rachel asked.

I put my book down and nodded.

"What's up with you?" she asked staring at me.

I looked at her confused. I thought she meant for us to take a break from putting our final project together, obviously she meant from our lives.

"I don't get you," she said, almost on the verge of anger.

"What's not to get?" I asked even more confused.

"You and Melisa," she clarified for me.

"Ahh..." I said.

I had not expected Rachel to bring it up, especially with Melisa asleep on the couch a few feet from us.

"You're possessive, David," Rachel said studying me. "But you haven't said or done anything, and I know Melisa hasn't slept with you since we started... you know."

I smiled and shook my head.

"Fucking!" she said annoyed at me.

"You two are fucking?" I asked with feigned innocence.

"David!"

"Come on, Rachel," I teased. "That's like fantasy number 2. You have to give me time to adjust."

"That's only fantasy number 2?"

"It couldn't be number 1, I'm not involved."

Her teeth clicked as she snapped her mouth shut.

"I thought you felt something for her," she said looking a little hurt by my flippancy.

"Are you really worried that I don't feel something for HER?" I asked before opening my book again.

------ That is not to say that Melisa's growing closeness with Rachel did not have negative effects on my life.

Uncrested Siblings range pretty far to avoid the taint of monogamy with any Brother. Until Rachel, Melisa would have been considered extraordinary in her faithfulness. After the shine on me as a new Brother faded, the other Siblings returned to more normal behavior patterns. Most of the times they were nowhere to be found, and only the fact they lived with me or lived nearby in the case of Dr. Lawren made getting sex less of an annoyance than it was worth. Doris Alex assured me that it would be easier once classes started, but the summer made road trips popular among Siblings. Our class was brutal so it kept Melisa, Rachel and I close to school, but even Dr. Lawren skipped a few classes as the summer waned.

I was somewhat surprised to hear from Janet. She called to say she would be moving back early and to ask if she could hole up in my house while the Sorority house was finished. I told her that it was the last week of our class so three of the house residents would be intolerable. If she could deal with it, I was fine with her staying over though.

The class would end a week and half before the beginning of the fall semester and the Greek houses were set to be finished that weekend. 

"Are you going to keep your promise?" she asked.

"That day?"

"That hour!" she whispered hotly.

"If that's what you want," I said.

"Maybe not," she said reluctantly. "My parents are going to want to see the house I'll be staying in while the chapter house is finished."

"I can play nice for mom and dad," I replied.

"You play nice?" she asked.

"Very nice, but you'll have to reward me."

"You seem playful."

"I'm being ignored around here."

"Ahh... the last mad scramble of road trips to score some Brothers," she said laughing. I laughed with her.

"You've gone through it before?" I asked.

"I had the whole summer to scramble," she admitted. I laughed again.

"Are you sure you don't want me to give you a week or two to recover?" I asked her.

"David, don't fuck with me like that!"

"Hey, you're the one bringing parents."

"Yeah... well, they think they're paying for college." she said.

"What?" I asked.

"I didn't tell them about the Sibling scholarship fund."

"That's fucking bad," I said laughing.

"They can afford it," she said with a little guilt in her voice.

"I think someone has earned herself a spanking," I said half-jokingly.

"Really?" she asked seriously. I sat up.

"Is that something you want?" I asked.

"Is it something you want to do to me?"

"You have a really nice ass, but I think I'd like to spank it while I'm fucking you from behind."

"Maybe I can ditch the parents..."

I laughed.

"Can I ask a question?" she whispered.

"Sure."

"How could you be ignored with Melisa living with you? She's not the type to make Brother road trips."

I was silent for almost a minute.

"I'm sorry, Brother," she whispered with obvious trepidation.

"Melisa and Rachel have become involved," I said softly.

"Oh," she said.

I waited.

"I don't understand," she said.

"It's sort of an exclusive thing."

"That's impossible! We can't... Siblings can't..."

I had nothing to say to that.

"You're living in the house, right?" she asked.

"It is my house now."

"David, that's impossible. Rachel isn't even a Sibling."

------

My announcement, about Janet spending a week with us before school started, got mixed reactions.

Melisa looked startled and bit her lip painfully while looking at me. Doris Alex clapped her hands together happily. Michael winked at Doris Alex and smiled smugly. Rachel looked happy while she looked at Melisa, and then worried as she caught the glances flying between Doris Alex and Michael.

"Is she going to stay in one of the other rooms?" Melisa asked. Doris Alex coughed to force a lid on her laughter.

"I doubt she'll leave David's bed," Michael said. "It's not like he's been using it for more than sleep the last few weeks anyway."

I shook my head and closed my eyes leaning my head back on the couch. I fully expected Michael's cattiness to be replied in like.

"Is she going to stay in one of the other rooms?" Melisa asked again.

I opened my eyes and looked around. Doris Alex and Michael were looking at me with wide eyes and holding their breath. Rachel was sitting next to Melisa holding her hand. Melisa was staring at me; she had asked the question of me.

"Yes," I replied. "I'm going to fuck her a lot."

Doris Alex and Michael let the air out of their lungs loudly.

"Asshole!" Rachel said angrily to which Melisa nodded.

Rachel looked like she was going to explode but was stopped when Melisa patted her forearm. Rachel turned to look at my First. Melisa's eyes bored into mine.

"Enjoy her," Melisa said.

I raised an eyebrow.

"You seem to like the type," Melisa said with too much challenge in her voice.

I nodded and stood up.

"David, this type of behavior is intolerable," Doris Alex said standing up and looking at Melisa angrily.

I put my hands behind my back and waited for Doris Alex to look at me. She sat down hard as soon as her eyes met mine. I smiled at her warmly. I turned to Melisa and Rachel. I looked at their locked hands and smiled with humor at the tightness of their grip. I turned and walked into my room.

Locking the door seemed appropriate.

-----

Rachel took the opportunity to do what she could to expand the gulf between Melisa and me.

-----

"So what do you think this is about?" Melisa's dad asked, sitting down next to me as I had lunch at the overpriced cafe.

I looked at the woman that sat down next to him. Melisa's mother was beautiful; taller and stockier than Melisa, but she had the fine china quality that I liked in her daughter.

"What is what all about?" I asked.

"Melisa and Rachel?" Melisa's mother said. I nodded and thought about it.

"If I had to venture a guess," I said looking into her green eyes. "I would say Rachel doesn't like sharing my interest."

Melisa's mother stared at me for almost two minutes. She nodded finally and got up.

"Come on, dear," she said taking her Brother's hand and leading him out of the cafe.

Alyssa sat down as soon as they walked out the doors.

"You're not really arrogant enough to think this is a grand Rachel scheme to get you back to only wanting her," she said picking up my sandwich and taking a bite.

"Actually, I am arrogant enough to think that," I said. "But you could help me prove it."

"How?"

"We go back to my place, and act like we're together now," I said. "It's only fair to warn you that lots of sex is required to make it credible. You'll enjoy every second of it, but I believe in full disclosure so that women know what they're getting into."

"Thank you, but I don't see how that would prove anything."

"If the two girls all of a sudden become fascinated with you, then I'm right."

"And if they don't."

"I hear lots of sex is a wonderful numbing agent for a broken heart," I replied with a smile.

"David Feather, heartbroken?" she asked archly.

"It might be worth it to find out," I said thoughtfully.

"Oh?"

"Doris Alex would look awesome in black leather playing mistress to your slave."

"Oh!"

"Whose mistress?" Doris Alex asked sitting down. Alyssa nearly jumped out of her chair.

"I was just telling..." I started only to have Alyssa cover my mouth with her hand.

"Alyssa, what's the big deal?" Doris Alex said with a chuckle. "Resign yourself that someday the three of us are going to fall into the same bed at the same time, and we're going to be very naked."

"What's very naked?" I asked.

"Take my word for it, David," Doris Alex said staring at Alyssa. "There's naked, and there's VERY naked."

Alyssa looked mesmerized by Doris Alex's eyes. The Sibling had perfect timing and leaned forward to steal a kiss from her victim. I noticed Melisa and Rachel walk in and freeze at the door. I turned to look at them. It was the angriest I had ever seen Melisa. 

She was staring at the back of Doris Alex's head as the redhead deepened the kiss between her and Alyssa.

=====Chapter 22=====

I was lying on Doris Alex's bed when Hurricane Janet struck the shores of my house.

The situation with Melisa and Rachel was looking like I would have to get involved, but I needed to consider my options. Rachel was getting obnoxious, not in an unfriendly way but as if she wanted to test my control. I always thought blondes should do as they please, but Rachel was getting dangerously close to unpleasing me. Some of it was the stress of the final project, my part was done, and neither girl appreciated not being able to criticize the quality of my work even though I finished before them. I got the feeling the greater part had to do with my lack of reaction to the two of them being together though.

The door opened and I looked towards it. Janet walked in wearing a white button-down shirt and jeans. I was naked and half-hard from the memories of a night with Doris Alex.

"You really meant on the hour I got back, didn't you?" Janet asked looking hungrily at my dick. I got up from the bed and walked towards her.

"David, my parents are downstairs," she said hurriedly as I approached.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and used my body to press her to the door.

"Oh, God!" she whispered as my mouth came down on hers.

Janet kissed hotly; her mouth opened seconds after we touched, and she invited the invasion of my tongue. I grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it open. She groaned and pressed against me. I pushed the bra out of my way and palmed her plump breasts. She melted downwards, and I had to hold her up with the pressure of my body pinning her to the door. Her tongue fought its way past mine to enter my mouth. I sucked on it while I pushed the shirt down her arms. Her hands grabbed my hips and she tried to find a grip by which she could draw me closer. I pulled her forward long enough to grab the back of her bra in my hands and snap the clasp. She broke the kiss and raised her arms so that I could take it off her body.

I pulled her against me, and she moaned rubbing her stomach against my hard cock. I always woke up horny, but I was close to raging from wanting to be inside her. I picked her up, turned around, and walked to the bed. I dumped her on top of it and put my hands on the waist of her jeans. We fought against each other's efforts to remove them. She wanted them off, and I wanted them off, but we both wanted to be the one that took them off.

We were not accomplishing our goal so I put my hands on her waist and leaned down to take a ripe nipple into my mouth.

"Oh, Jesus!" she said harshly.

I transferred my attention to the other. Her hands became desperate to get her pants off. I had to give her room so I backed away. She looked shocked at the loss of contact but recovered realizing the opportunity it gave her. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her hips. She kicked off her shoes and pants. I got between her legs as she put her hands on her panties. She pushed at my hips to get me away so she could finish the job of disrobing. I refused to move and reached down to grab the crotch of her panties. I pushed them aside and grabbed my dick. She looked at the point of our impending joining with lust. I guided the head of my dick to her pussy.

Janet steamed.




A Master's Ring: Book 02



Her pussy was hot and wet as I bumped her. I rubbed the tip of my dick against her clit.

"FUCK ME!" she demanded in a hard whisper grabbing my wrist and digging her nails into me.

I nodded at the yes I had wanted months before and dipped lower. She was months ready to take me, and I slid into her with only the slightest forward pressure. She raised her legs and grabbed the inside of her knees to pull down. I pushed her hands aside and replaced her grips. She reached between us to hold her panties aside as I pulled back. I had penetrated about a quarter of the way into her without resistance so I knew I could fuck into her hard. Her eyes widened as I looked at her with intent. I forged into her powerfully, and she turned her head. She reached over, grabbed a pillow, and tried to stuff it into her mouth. She screamed into it as I pulled back and took every inch of depth she denied me months before. I pulled back and fucked into her hard again. I rested at the bottom. She put a fisted hand on my stomach and pounded me lightly in protest to my hesitation. She looked up at me with lost eyes.

"God, please, fuck me!" she begged and bit the pillow again.

I pulled backwards with my hips until only the head of my dick was holding her open. I powered into her and pulled out quickly. I fucked Janet with long hard strokes pushing down on her legs to keep her open.

She pushed back on my grips with her legs when her orgasm washed over her. Her pussy squeezed me, and I had to bite my lip to maintain control through the pleasure as her body tried to draw what it wanted from me. I leaned down to change the angle, and she gasped. She moved her hips in circles as the new pressure on her clit changed her focus. Seconds later, she screamed again as the motion took her over the top.

She released her tight hold on the pillow and pushed it aside to look at me. Staring into her eyes, I pulled out of her slowly. Her brow furrowed when took a step back.

"Put it back in," she pleaded softly.

"Go say goodbye to your parents," I said and moved around her to sit on the bed.

She turned and gave me a hard look.

"My shirt is on the floor," I said. "You probably shouldn't wear yours considering I ripped the buttons off."

She knelt on the bed and continued to stare at me. I looked into her brown eyes.

"I'm not going to put my clothes on, Janet," I said. "And this is going to be more than a quickie."

She bit her lower lip and continued looking at me. She jumped off the bed and picked my shirt up. She threw it on and grabbed my shorts. She stepped into them and almost ran out the door. I lay back and stared at the ceiling again.

I decided Melisa and Rachel could wait.

Ten minutes later, Janet opened the door. She stepped inside and pushed my shorts off her body. She pulled the shirt over her head and jumped back when she saw I was standing in front of her. Janet seemed forgetful about the fact that taking off her panties would make fucking more comfortable. I put my hands on her waist and moved downward taking the silk away from her body. I put my shoulder on her stomach and lifted her.

"Hey!" she exclaimed as she was folded over my shoulder.

I spanked her asscheek to stall any further protest. She wriggled sexily on my shoulder so I spanked her again. She tightened her stomach so I spanked her again.

Any rigidity lost in waiting for Janet to get back was regained as I put my fingers between her asscheeks. I moved them downward touching the dew on her pussylips. I opened the door and walked downstairs. Rachel, Melisa and Doris Alex were in the living room. Rachel's eyes widened, and she looked away immediately. Doris Alex jumped up and ran to open the doors to my bedroom. Melisa pretended she did not see anything.

I walked into my room and to the edge of my bed. I deposited Janet on it, somewhat ungentlemanly. I turned around and walked to my doors. Doris Alex had moved out of the way. I winked at her and grabbed the doors. Rachel was staring at me. As I closed the doors, she and I held the eye contact.

I turned around to see Janet holding her legs open.

"Where were we?" I asked as I got between her legs.

She answered by reaching between her legs and taking a tight grip on my cock. She pulled me to her pussy and rubbed my dickhead along her pussylips before centering me. I pushed forward slightly so that I opened her body for my penetration. She reached out with her hands, and I put mine in hers. She put my hands on the inside of her knees. I pushed down with my hands and hips. She arched her hips to take me deeper.

I cut into her with no resistance until the inside of my hips were touching her skin. She hitched her ass forcing me a deeper. I pulled back and penetrated to her depth slowly. She squeezed my cock in welcome when I was as deep as our bodies would allow. 

I took my time watching her face as I moved in and out of her slowly. I had been frustrated by her denial and though the word no was not in her vocabulary for a Brother I wanted her never to think of it again as it pertained to me.

Janet did not bother with the pillow. She simply screamed as I fucked her into orgasm after orgasm. I strengthened the strokes as she climbed to each peak until there was light layer of sweat on us. I wanted to continue pouring orgasms into her like a rainstorm flooding a river, but I had waited a long time too.

She felt my thickening, sat up to wrap her arms around my torso, and pull me down. I bit her shoulder, and she gasped as I powered through a final pair of strokes. Her pussy tried to lock me in a vice grip to drain my energy. I pulled back one last time and fucked into Janet as hard I could. Every muscle in my body tightened, and she screamed one last time as she felt my heat deep inside her.

Fifteen minutes later, Janet set the tone for her week in the house. She got out of the bed and walked to my drawers. She pulled out shorts and t-shirt. She threw them on top of me and walked towards the closet. She seemed unsatisfied by what she found and looked around. She walked to the laundry basket and dumped most of it on the floor. She smiled pulling a white shirt out of the pile. She picked everything else up and shoved it back in the basket.

She buttoned the white shirt on, hiding her curves from my view. She looked at the clothing she had tossed on top of me expectantly. I shrugged deciding I might as well go along for the ride and dressed quickly. She nodded and opened the doors. She walked around the living room until she found the remote for the TV. She sat down on the couch and looked at me. I move to stand in front of the couch. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down. She arranged me to her greatest comfort and lay down with her head against me. She turned the television on.

"We're doing work here," Rachel pointed out.

I could have told Janet that except the shirt had settled too high to cover Janet appropriately. Her pussylips and a sliver of darkness from her pubic hair peeked out from underneath the cloth.

Mentally, I was still inside Janet.

"There's no TV in David's room," Janet said, changing channels absently. It looked like she was willfully trying to keep from becoming involved with anything on television. I smiled hoping it meant this was just the eye of the storm and later the rain would bathe me again.

"There's a TV in Doris Alex's room," Melisa said.

The shirt rode higher as Janet turned to look at Melisa. Janet had shaved down to that sliver of pubic hair that was already visible. I saw Janet naked before she left for the summer but decided that I needed to make a study of her now that it could end with me buried in her pussy.

"Yeah, but I want David to myself," she hesitated as Melisa's eyes turned angry, "for a few days."

"So?" Rachel said between gritted teeth.

"Don't you think it would be rude for my pussy juice and David's cum to be all over your bed if you had nothing to do with it?" Janet asked archly.

"Not to mention the sex smell," Doris Alex said with a smile.

"See what I mean," Janet accused. "That redheaded bitch would just jump right in like she had a right to cause it was her bed."

"You don't like me anymore," Doris Alex counter-accused with a cute pout. Janet stretched luxuriously making the shirt creep up her body before answering.

"I've liked you plenty before, D," she said. "I want to like David some in private, before I let the two of you attack my body."

Doris Alex snickered.

"Isn't that my shirt?" Melisa asked changing the subject.

"Smells like David's to me," Janet said with a wicked smile. "I guess that means I smell like David now; although that probably has nothing to do with the shirt."

Melisa slammed her book shut, picked up her things, and stomped out of the room with Rachel on her heels. Doris Alex watched them with a happy look on her face.

"Has it really been that bad?" Janet asked Doris Alex.

Doris Alex looked at me and shrugged in reply. Janet sat up and turned around to kneel by me.

"You need to do something David," she urged. "A Sibling shouldn't be allowed... whatever Melisa is doing, David, she shouldn't be allowed to."

Siblings need to be treated in as many different ways as there were reasons for them to choose a white ring. Doris Alex submissively accepted. Michael looked to make sure there were comforting lines around his life everyday. Susan expected each of her challenges to be conquered.

Janet demanded.

She demanded a Brother be a Brother every time she was near him. She wanted to walk into a room and have lust flood her even if she could only sense a Brother was in the room. Her demands required a harder handling than the other Siblings' questions.

"I don't see anything, I need to do something about," I said softly meeting her eyes.

She demanded with her eyes and found emptiness in mine. She turned away and shared a long look with Doris Alex. There was communication between them because Doris Alex looked thoughtfully in the direction Melisa and Rachel had gone.

Janet turned my face so that she could kiss me. I felt the heat of need on her lips. She put her hand on my shorts and pulled down far enough for my cock to escape. I lifted my hips, and she pulled my shorts past my hips. I felt Doris Alex's hands on me as she relieved me of my shorts. Janet lay down on her stomach and kissed my dick softly. I opened my eyes to see Doris Alex had taken off her pants and was watching the action intently as Janet took me into her mouth.

Melisa and Rachel would definitely have to wait until after Janet's week.

-----

Rachel almost forced my hand a couple of days later. We were going over the final edit of our project when she slammed her copy down.

"Are you really this much of an asshole?" she asked angrily. I finished the paragraph I was on before looking up at her.

"I don't understand the question," I said.

"You're hurting Melisa with the way you and Janet are acting," she said sitting up and leaning towards me. I smiled at her and shook my head.

"I am not hurting Melisa."

She sat back and looked frustrated.

"Now, you're going to give me that fucking guy bullshit," she said. "I'm not hurting her, she's hurting herself."

"Actually, what I said was 'I am not hurting Melisa'," I corrected. She looked ready to explode when Janet sat down.

"Speak of the bitch," Rachel said sarcastically.

"You know, Rachel," Janet said taking a piece of lettuce from my plate. I wondered what it was about women that they liked to eat my food.

"You were a lot fucking when David only paid attention to you," Janet finished with an eyebrow cocked at Rachel.

"And you were a lot fucking nicer when..." Rachel started but lost the round when she could not quite finish the sentence.

"The words you are looking for is, when David wasn't fucking me," Janet pointed out stealing a cucumber slice from Rachel's salad.

It made me feel better; it was not just my food.

That type of confrontation was pretty much how every meeting between Janet and either of the two girls had ended for the last couple of days.

"Are you almost done here, David?" Janet asked.

"I have a couple of pages to go," I replied.

"Cool," she said with a cheery clap of her hands. "Can you give me a tour of the sorority house?"

Janet turned to Rachel who was still looking angry.

"I have this thing about construction sites," Janet confessed. "The house is almost done, but I'm sure there's still a couple of rooms with tools thrown around."

She turned her bright brown eyes back on me.

"If there are construction workers still there, can we find a room and leave the door open? I'd love to be dicked thinking some construction guy is watching."

She rubbed her thighs together to make sure that I knew she was completely serious.

"You didn't behave like this before," Rachel said suspiciously. Janet shrugged and met Rachel's eyes confidently.

"I like David," Janet said honestly. "What's the point of hiding it?"

There were no construction workers around but getting to play with large tools was enough to get Janet going.

-----

The biggest blowup happened on Friday.

Janet had plans for Friday she did not tell anyone in the house about. She was waiting by a cab when I came out of my class building after turning in the final project. She wore a micro-mini and a top that could not have believingly masqueraded as a sports bra. There were more than a couple of hard looks my way when she crooked her finger at me.

"Car," she said before pulling me close for a kiss.

Janet had the Melisa habit of taking off in my car. It annoyed the fuck out of Melisa, who still drove off in mine whenever she pleased. I had been the first one to my car that morning so I was the winner of the 'drive David's car' sweepstakes for the day. Janet had a solution in the works for resolving her part of the issue.

The cab driver spent most of his time staring at the rear-view mirror as Janet pre-thanked me for her new car. She did not tell me that was where we were going until I discovered she was not wearing panties under the skirt. With two fingers inside her, I felt I should agree to her demands.

I was surprised at the dealership that Janet had given the driver directions to. Janet's car would be the most expensive I had bought a Sibling by a wide margin. I looked at her as we stepped out of the car. She smiled, challenging me to say she did not deserve the best. She pulled her skirt up slightly so that her pussy could blow me a moist kiss before trying to make herself decent. I paid the driver and followed Janet's sway into the Porsche dealership.

"James!" she cried enthusiastically when she walked into the door. A large dealer pulled her into a hearty hug. He set her down and Janet had to straighten her skirt again.

"Is this your benefactor?" James asked looking at me with serious envy.

I could not blame him.

"I don't know about benefactor," Janet said winking at me. "I'm his sex toy so I guess owner would be a better word, without all the whips and chains slave stuff, of course. Well, actually let's leave SOME of the whips and chains stuff in."

James nearly swallowed his tongue. I had gotten used to Janet's enthusiastic pronouncements of the new sexuality in our relationship so I let it slide without comment.

"You know James?" I asked Janet.

"I met him on Monday," Janet said. "Jeremy brought me here to order the car. I wanted the dealership to have it on the lot when I brought you to pay for it."

I nodded and looked at James.

"Is it on the lot?" I asked.

"Yes, it's detailed and ready for Miss Janet to take it home, sir."

I nodded again and studied Janet. She blew me a kiss and shifted her legs so that her pussy could wink at me. I shrugged and turned back to James.

"Dr. Ryan gave me the name of your accountant, and everything has been arranged. All you need to do is sign some paperwork."

I raised my hand to forestall any further comment.

"Can you escort Janet to her car? I'd like her to test drive it and make sure it's exactly what she wants," I instructed.

I had an idea what the price tag of something Janet would choose might be, and his immediate agreement confirmed it. The receptionist brought me a cup of coffee and chatted with me while Janet and James were gone.

"You are going to be very satisfied!" Janet said.

She sat down and her pussy winked at me again. James gulped at the tone Janet used to speak to me, like she could not wait to be naked underneath me. I signed the paperwork giving Janet ownership of her new car and ducked all of James's sales pitches. 

After she dropped me off at my car, I followed Janet home shaking my head at the taste of inclement bad weather. She gunned the engine outside the house to announce her arrival. Michael and Doris Alex opened the door as if on cue and rushed out to 'ooh and awe' at Janet's new toy. I got out of my car and walked inside. I had to pass Rachel and a fuming Melissa to get into the living room. Five minutes later, Janet walked in with the other two Siblings in tow.

"You little bitch!" Melisa said looking at Janet furiously. "You did that on purpose."

I studied Melisa; her real meaning was almost obvious.

"Yes, I did," Janet admitted happily.

"You bitch!"

Janet shrugged and took her top off. Rachel looked away but seconds later looked back when Janet shimmied out of the skirt. Janet put her hands on her hips and looked around the room.

"Am I worth a thousand dollars a fuck?" she asked no one in particular.

"Having been there," Michael volunteered. "I would say yes. At least, a thousand dollars a fuck."

Janet nodded thanks at Michael. A wave of heat from her body washed through me as she turned toward me.

"Do you know how much credit your dick has with my pussy right now?" she asked.

Her eyes were burning.

"She has a really good mouth, David," Doris Alex said enthusiastically. "I would definitely let her work it off like that too."

"Again, having been there..." Michael said clearing his throat. "Her ass is a really comfortable ride too."

"Thanks guys," Janet said with a cheery smile. "That should make it easier to make sure David feels like he's getting his money's worth."

"You fucking bitch!" Melisa spit out.

Janet turned and looked at her. The smile she gave my First was melted sugar.

"Excuse me," I said.

Everyone turned to look at me.

"I would like to define a thousand dollars as 'per session'," I said.

"That's fucking crazy," Doris Alex said coming to stand next to Janet.

"Personally, I agree with David," Michael said sitting down.

"But a session with David could go on for hours," Doris Alex defended.

"True, but that is a very expensive piece of automotive machinery out there," Michael said. "She could always give the keys back. I'm sure David could find somebody else who will agree to his terms; one of your sorority sisters, maybe?"

"Regardless of someone being willing to do it, it's still an unreasonable request," Doris Alex rebutted. "You want the payee to willingly and happily dispose of her debts."

"The car goes 'Vroom!' real nice," Michael said looking at his nails. Doris Alex stamped her foot.

"Okay, per session," she capitulated. "But you have to define the end of a session."

"Sleep," Michael said immediately.

"Food," Doris Alex responded with.

"Not a re-energizing snack, surely," Michael pushed with.

"Putting clothing back on," Doris Alex demanded.

"But not clothing meant to aid the session," Michael defended.

"David doesn't need aid," Doris Alex pointed out.

"Janet's a little kinky with the leather," Michael said. "She also forgets to take the panties off, and somehow they end up back on her if the action continues for a while."

"That's true," Doris Alex said studying Janet who shrugged.




A Master's Ring: Book 02



"So sleep, a non-re-energizing food run, and putting on street clothes are the official endings of a sex session," Michael said counting them off with his fingers.

"I don't know. Those leave a lot of room. I mean they could come out here, watch television naked, go back inside, and it's still a session," Doris Alex said unsure of herself.

"That's a nice car to be throwing back in the face of the giver," Michael said teasingly.

"Okay, but if someone else joins the fun, it's double dollars."

"Not on either of your sweet little pussies!" Michael said shaking his head.

"Done," Janet announced impatiently. She turned and strutted towards my room.

"Coming, David?" she asked as she pushed the doors open.

I shrugged and walked into my room.

"Bitch," Melisa yelled. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

I closed the doors behind me. I looked at Janet lying on the bed. I could feel her desire from where I stood.

"You know Melisa isn't..." I started to say. Janet put her hand up to stop me.

"Believe me, David," she said clearly. "No one has to tell me, what Melisa is or is not when it comes to you. It doesn't mean I can't have a little fun, right?"

I nodded in agreement.

She turned over on her tummy and pushed up to her knees. I stripped and approached her naked availability. The bed was too high, but I had discovered a way around that. I popped the mattress with my knees bringing it out of alignment with the box frame. I grabbed a pillow and pushed the mattress further out of alignment. I kept pushing until I could place the pillow on the frame. I grabbed Janet's hips and pulled her backwards. She knelt on the pillow, which brought her ass to a more fitting height.

I fucked into Janet's pussy slowly. The day had prepared her for my penetration, and her body tried to suck me in. I shifted the angle of my hips so I was slightly below her. I wanted added pressure on her clit. She squeezed me when I was fucked completely into her. I was needy but did not ache to release inside her. I fucked back smoothly and pushed in at a deliberate pace.

"Harder!" she pleaded, but I had different ideas.

Her orgasm was slow in coming as I fucked her with long, deep strokes keeping what pressure I could on her clit. She gurgled the sound of her pleasure as her body accepted what came even if it was not what she wanted.

I pulled out of her, and she protested until my tongue touched her clit. She reached behind her and spread her asscheeks to give me as much access as I needed. I licked her pussy lips and tasted the strength of her orgasm. I sucked what I could of the area around her clit into my mouth and attacked her center with my tongue.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed into the mattress as another orgasm rapidly approached.

It darkened her taste.

I stood up and touched her pussy with the head of my dick. She tried to spread herself wider as I moved into her. I moved a little faster than before. My hips hit her ass with power as I found bottom and pulled back.

Rank strikes a Sibling like Janet where they live and having it over everyone else in the house pushed all of her buttons. I did not need to ask any questions to know that was what the little show in the living room had been about. Janet had been low Sibling when she left school but a week of fucking when I pleased changed all of that.

The car helped her excitement levels too.

She bit into the bed sheets as she began her climb towards orgasm again. I held her as she passed over the peak, but at its highest point I pulled out of her and knelt down. She tried to pull away from me as I took her clit into my mouth again. I brought my open hand down on her ass hard, and she froze. I sucked her clit while licking it as fast as I could. I rubbed gently at the spot I had spanked. Her body jumped from the peak she was on to a higher mountain. She pushed back against me. I held onto her as her body vibrated with pleasure. I cradled her fall with long strokes of my tongue until I felt her body relax.

I stood up and pushed into her. I fucked her with slow strokes waiting for her to return to her body.

"I'm not going to cum again after that," she said gently. She proved herself wrong as minutes later pleasure flooded her body along with my cum.

We had straightened out the bed and were lying enjoying each other's heat when Doris Alex opened the door. She was naked and walked up to the bed with seduction obviously in mind.

The deed was done by the time she got to the bed. She crawled over me and opened Janet's legs.

"If anything happens between the three of us is that considered a new session?" I asked.

"No," Janet said between gasps.

"Just wondering."

It took a few more minutes for Doris Alex to finish with Janet and turn her attention on me. Doris Alex must have missed Janet over the summer because she was not satisfied until she licked every drop of Janet's flavor from me. Doris Alex crawled up my body and lay down on the opposite side to Janet. Both Siblings played their fingers gently over my genitals.

"D, are you going anywhere this weekend?" Janet asked.

"I was thinking of hanging out around here," Doris Alex replied.

"Awesome," Janet said. "How about we forget the food and sleep rules, and make this weekend one very long fuck session between the three of us."

My dick perked up at that.

"I don't know, Janet," Doris Alex teased taking me in her hand. "David might expect that kind of exception later."

"So?"

"Okay," Doris Alex said. "But he has this thing about threesomes."

"So?"

Doris Alex laughed at that.

"I was thinking of maybe not moving into the chapter house next week," Janet said thoughtfully.

My dick jumped in hardness again.

"I think someone likes that idea," Doris Alex said.

"Awesome," Janet said. "I'll move in to the sorority house when the two new Siblings arrive."

"Yeah, they're your responsibility this year," Doris Alex said pointedly.

"I wasn't that big of a pain," Janet said with a sigh. "Was I?"

"No, you were not THAT big of a pain."

"D?" Janet said pleadingly.

"Just take care of those two, and we'll be even," Doris Alex said.

"Okay! Okay!" Janet replied satisfied.

"What do you have to do with them?" I asked Janet.

"I have to make sure they settle in comfortably," Janet said. "Introduce them to Brothers in the area. They probably won't wander far from you so make sure they feel like they can come here any time."

"He built Malia a pool, Janet," Doris Alex said almost sarcastically. "I think she's going to feel like she can come here any time she damn well pleases."

"Yeah, but Heather might feel left out."

My dick got really hard at the mention of Heather.

"Feel this," Doris Alex said.

Janet's hand joined Doris Alex's around my dick.

"Heather is coming," Doris Alex whispered sexily.

"Okaaaay," Janet said. "Don't have to worry about Heather feeling anything, except full of Brother cock."

Both of them laughed for a few seconds.

"So I'll stay here next week," Janet said confidently.

Melisa and Rachel were going to have to wait another week, I thought. Considering the arrival of the two new Siblings, they would probably have to wait even longer.

=====Chapter 23=====

Melisa and Rachel took off for the weekend without telling any of us. I noticed the empty feel of the house immediately. Saturday morning, Michael asked Doris Alex and Janet if the girls had gone out early.

"They didn't spend the night here," Janet said staring at Michael.

He nodded and changed the subject to Janet's new car. I wished he had not bothered when the two of us ended up stuffed in the miniature backseat while Janet showed off how fast her car could take varying turns. I think Doris Alex laughed more at us than Janet's attempt to find every speed trap in the state.

We had a late lunch and headed back. The other girls were still not home, and Michael suggested our first pool party. Being Siblings, it had to be a mostly naked event. Within an hour, I was the only one wearing my bathing trunks. I sat and watched the three Siblings try to have a threesome in the pool.

They were more successful when the action moved to my bed. I was dragged in eventually, which turned it into a full-blown orgy complete with christening my floor (Michael and Janet) and my computer table (Doris Alex and Janet).

Rachel and Melisa returned late Saturday night to find three very satisfied Siblings eating take-out Chinese in the living room. They were quickly invited to join in, which surprised them. I promised myself I would remember that sexual satisfaction made for less conflict in Sibling-to-Sibling relationships.

The truce lasted a wonderfully quiet twenty minutes. It was Doris Alex that kicked off the new wave of hostilities.

"David gave Janet permission to spend another week," she said innocently to Rachel.

From a certain perspective it was the truth; but strictly speaking, I did not remember Janet asking me anything. I sighed and sat back to watch the action. Melisa made it to thirty seconds before her favorite word for Janet slipped out of her mouth.

"Bitch!"

It exploded into a full-blown out shouting match after that. I studied the Siblings individually. Michael was egging Melisa and Janet to greater and greater heights of frustrated anger. Melisa looked like she was a hair away from trying to pull all of Janet's hair out by the roots. Janet was daring her to try with every word she threw back in my First's face. Doris Alex looked very satisfied.

Doris Alex had taken a different road to her goals, and I noted her preference for the subtle knife. I turned to catch Rachel studying me. She had been part of the argument initially but was now just staring at me. I smiled and her eyes widened. I looked between Melisa and Janet. I turned back to Rachel. She studied the shouting for a second, and her eyes widened again. My laughter cut through the argument.

"I want to watch a movie so you ladies need to take the foreplay somewhere else," I said.

Melisa blushed prettily, and Janet pouted at me. Doris Alex stuck her tongue out at me when she was sure no one else could see. Michael tried to look innocent as Rachel walked out of the room. Melisa followed her after a final hard look at Janet.

"You didn't have to do that, David," Doris Alex said.

"God! I want to put a collar on that bitch!" Janet said throwing herself on the couch and pounding on a throw pillow.

"Rachel?" Michael teased only to catch the pillow full in the face.

"You're going to give her to me someday, right?" Janet demanded looking at me.

"If I can give you to Melisa for a week, you can have her for a day?" I said grabbing the remote control before Michael could get his hands on it.

"That's unfair!" Doris Alex said.

Doris Alex, champion of Sibling rights!

"Okay," I said. "If I can give you to Doris Alex, Michael, and any other Sibling in the area for a day, then you can have Melisa for a day."

"Sounds fair to me!" Doris Alex agreed quickly.

"Go for it, girlfriend!" Michael said bobbing his eyebrows at Janet lecherously.

"You're serious?" Janet asked. "I can have Melisa for a day."

"I've outlined the terms," I said getting up to pop in a movie.

There was silence for a couple of minutes.

"Are you going to be there?" Janet asked.

"Of course."

"I mean when you give me to each Sibling," Janet said.

"I have to make sure you're living up to your end of the bargain," I pointed out starting the movie.

"Are you going to be a part of it?" Janet asked taking a deep breath.

"That's something for your owner of the day to decide," I said.

"Even the chippie Siblings?" she asked. I turned to smile at her.

"You wouldn't want Heather to feel left out, would you?"

"And after that Melisa is mine?" she pushed.

"There are limitations, Janet," Doris Alex said in a voice I had never heard her use.

Commanding.

"Yes, Sibling," Janet said immediately.

"She will be yours, but only David and you can be there," Doris Alex said. I could almost see the hard lines Doris Alex was drawing in the sand.

"I would never..." Janet said angrily.

Doris Alex raised a hand to stop her.

"I want you to understand that interfering with the Society's plans for David will cost you everything," Doris Alex said and turned to watch the movie.

Both Michael and Janet looked uncomfortable for a couple of minutes.

"I would never hurt Melisa, David," Janet said. Her words were for Doris Alex's sake but I nodded to accept them. 

"Can I have a day where you own both of us as equals instead?" Janet whispered.

I turned to look at her. She looked away but was drawn back to my eyes.

"The two of you in tiny leather slave outfits," I said with a smile. "I'm going to like that."

She grabbed my shirt and pulled me over the back of the couch. She dragged me into my room and demanded to be fucked hard.

She forgot to take off her panties again.

-----

Things quieted down after that.

Melisa avoided Janet so that no more sparks would fly between them. Janet was too busy trying to convince me she should be given away sooner rather than later to cause any problems. I had plans for my great Janet giveaway so I did what I could to shut her up whenever she tried too hard. I found it was hard for her to speak if she was on her knees with my dick in her mouth; although she was also pretty quiet if I was lying down and she had my dick in her mouth.

I was having lunch at the cafe when Rachel sat down. I smiled and waited for her to speak first.

"I never know how to say thank you the right way to you," she said.

"You got your grade," I said taking a bite out of my sandwich.

Rachel never grabbed food from my plate so I did not feel the need to move it farther away from her like I did with the others.

"I got an A," she said. "And a lot of satisfied requirements."

"Feels good to satisfy requirements."

"I still don't know how to say thank you," she said putting her elbows on the table.

We stared at each other for a minute.

"You don't have to say thank you," I said picking up my sandwich again.

"No, I don't," she said quietly. "I just have to ask you for something, and it's there. You don't even expect a thank you."

I shrugged.

"I'm not going to move into the chapter house yet," she announced.

I shrugged again. She got up and walked away without saying goodbye. Alyssa set her tray down and sat in the chair Rachel had vacated.

"Oh good! You brought food to replace what you're going to steal from me," I quipped.

"I'll trade you my salad for your fries," she offered cheerily.

"A truly ingenious way of making sure you eat healthy," I said.

"Huh?"

"Well, you seem to find my food more appetizing than yours, so I'm sure you'll eat all of the salad if it's on my side of the table, blissfully ignoring those horribly bad for your weight fries on your side of the table."

"Cool," she said and switched our trays. At least, she had the decency to buy a sandwich I could eat. She instantly drove a fork into my new salad.

"So what's new with you and Rachel?" she asked between bites.

"Nothing that I know of," I replied.

"You know, David, you treat her like she's some kind of goddess that you're not good enough to touch," she said staring at me. "Ask her to boff, and get it over with. She'll be stupid and say no. Then before you can blink, I'll be naked in your bed."

"Rachel is not what is stopping you from being naked in my bed, Alyssa."

"No, having Doris Alex trying to seduce me is too much fun to stop it so soon by jumping into your bed."

"I could arrange for Doris Alex to be on the bed waiting for you," I pointed out.

Her fork froze.

"Really?" she asked seriously.

I nodded.

"Is that what it takes to be with you?"

I looked the question at her.

"To do what you want, when you want it?"

"Are you afraid of that?" I asked. She put her fork down and stared at the table.

"I'm afraid of wanting it," she whispered. I waited for her to look at me.

"You already want it, Alyssa," I said softly. "You're afraid of grabbing it."

"Is that why Doris Alex wants me?" she asked. "Because you told her to come get me."

I smiled and shook my head.

"It isn't me she wants you for," I said.

"Dr. Ryan?"

"You're closer."

"Both of you," she said with widening eyes.

"Sort of," I said.

"And if you told her to stop?" she asked with unwilling eyes.

"You can be assured that if I asked, Doris Alex would never speak another word to you again."

"If I told you I wanted her to stop, would you tell her to?"

"No, Alyssa," I said. "You have to ask me to tell Doris Alex to stop or you have to tell me to make her stop."

"Why, David?" she asked with a look of soul deep confusion in her eyes.

"Here's what I'll do for you, Alyssa," I said. "For the next two minutes, I'll accept telling me you 'want' her to stop as you telling me to 'make' Doris Alex stop."

I gave her the privacy of not looking at her. She was quiet for five minutes.

"Rachel's never going to do that, you know," she said.

"What?"

"Jump when you say jump."

"You think Melisa jumps when I say jump?" I asked.

"It's not going to happen between you and Rachel, David," she said gently. "I know her."

"Did it surprise you that Doris Alex and Janet jump when I say jump?" I asked.

"'Jump into bed!' isn't really telling someone to jump," she teased. 

"Jump into my bed!" I commanded with a smirk. 

She forced herself to swallow her food. I snapped my fingers and tried to look disappointed.

"Not yet, huh?"

She gave me a humorously dirty look.

"So is it working?" I asked.

"Is what working?" she asked eating more of my salad.

"Doris Alex's seduction."

If she had been naked, I could have verified that the blush covered every inch of her body.

-----

The peace at the house made for a relaxing week.

The sorority sisters moved into the chapter house throughout the week. Each new set of arrivals gave me a couple of hours alone, as the female Siblings were required to give them tours. The sorority threw an open house that turned into a late party on Friday, but no one was surprised I chose to stay at home rather than be thanked as effusively as some of the sisters wanted to.

With classes set to begin on Tuesday, I headed out to buy my books early Saturday afternoon. It was not the best choice with freshmen moving in and packing the bookstore with parents crazy to buy little Bobby or Susie brand new books, most of which little Bobby or Susie would not open the entire semester. I managed to get out of there with my books and headed over to the cafe for lunch. It was even more packed than the bookstore. I headed home after eating and noticed Janet's car in the driveway. She moved into the sorority house that morning so I was a little surprised having expected her to be busy with Malia and Heather the whole weekend. I opened the door and walked into the living room.

They were waiting for me.

Rachel was hanging out by the doors to the living room as if she wanted to see what would happen but looked ready to run. Melisa was holding her hand tightly. Doris Alex and Janet were sitting bookend to the new Siblings. Michael was staring at the two girls like he was waiting for me to say 'fetch'.

"Malia, Heather," Janet said formally. "This is Brother David."

"That makes me sound like priest," I said. "So David will do."

Both girls smiled, and their shoulders relaxed so I guessed it was something they had heard before. I had planned for this, which made things easier. I walked to stand in front of Malia and looked down into her dark brown eyes. She stood up so that her lips were a couple of inches from mine. The pictures in her profile had shown the warmth of a Hawaiian girl's skin tone. They had shown that her breasts would fit comfortably in my hands and that her hips were racing colt slim. She was pretty more than beautiful; someone you could talk to if she carelessly tossed a smile in your direction.




A Master's Ring: Book 02



I kissed her full lips. She tasted like the ocean spray of a wave when it crashed against the rocks.

"You taste salty," I whispered to her.

She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me into another kiss. Like the tide, she pulled me deeper until I put my hands under her shirt to be skin to skin with her. She gasped as I touched the small of her back. Her skin was warm as if she had come in from sunbathing. I grabbed the bottom of her loose shirt and pulled it over her head. Her hair fell back wildly giving me a preview of how it would look after sex. Her eyes were surprised when I put my hands at her waist and pushed down her string pants. She did not protest and stepped out of her sandals so I could take her pants off. I stood up and reached behind her to untie her bathing suit top. I pulled it away from her body and took a step back.

"Could one of you move a little to the left?" Michael said from behind me.

I ignored it only to hear him sigh and get up. He plopped down somewhere that must have given him a better view. I looked at Malia's breasts. Her nipples were milk chocolate drops, darker than her skin but lighter than her hair. I looked farther down at the teal bathing suit bottom that fit tightly on her body.

"That's your uniform in my house," I said. She looked down at herself.

"If you are ever wearing more than a bathing suit bottom and sandals when I set foot in my house, I'll give everyone present that isn't a Brother a spanking they will never forget."

Malia looked around the room nervously.

"Do panties count?" she asked.

"If they don't cover more than the smallest of your bathing suits," I replied.

"I have some really small bathing suits," she said with a cute sexy smile.

I stepped close and reached behind her. The back of her bottoms was more substantial than a thong, but I could palm the bare bottom of each asscheek. I pulled her against me tightly and she rubbed against my groin as we kissed.

"Janet will take you shopping for new underwear if you have any that's too big," I told her with my forehead against hers. She nodded and gave me a quick kiss.

"Shopping!" Janet exclaimed breaking everyone except Malia and me into loud laughter.

I moved too suddenly for Malia to avoid it. I had her over my shoulder between blinks. Her shriek of surprise was sharp. I turned around and carried Malia out of the living room. I turned towards the back of the house. I heard footsteps behind as everyone followed to see Malia's reaction to my 'feel at home' gift. I opened the back door and walked onto the porch.

The pool had been completed quickly but Michael's demands about the surrounding structure caused the first set of contractors to balk. The second set of contractors tried to change Michael's mind about what would make Malia happiest. The third laughed until Michael brought them to me. I was not amused by their humor especially when Michael told me if the delays continued the building would not be finished before it was too cold out for Malia to swim. The pool was heated so being in the water would be no problem, but I agreed with Michael that a wet Malia hanging around the pool was a spectator sport I was interested in becoming an avid fan of. My opinion on the situation was enough for Michael to get Melisa's approval on a large enough bonus from her discretionary funds that the contractors saw the light behind his madness.

Michael ran ahead to open the door to the pool. The building was made of thick glass cubes. The sides of each cube were six inches long. Refracted sunlight streamed into the pool area. The lighting was bright but unnatural enough not to remind Malia of her sun-soaked Hawaii beaches. She would love it at night. Michael had the contractors install emergency lighting strips vertically between the cubes. Other bright warm lights were available, but there were so many strips that they made the pool and building glow at night. I told Michael I could not take the credit so he would have to show Malia the effect the first opportunity he got. 

The backyard was steeped upwards with the pool being almost a second floor. I walked into the glass building and stopped a foot from the pool. Michael insisted on at least six feet of 'hang around' room, which cheated Malia of water space but created a healthy lounging area. I looked up to make sure that Michael had not found a way to make the ceiling retractable. I checked every time I walked into the pool after Doris Alex asked why he had not gone the whole nine yards. Michael looked up with the frustration of someone who wished they had something to do over again.

I shifted Malia so that I could press her above my head. My right hand was cupping her pussy mound and the other was between her breasts. I looked up at her. Her eyes were wide as she tried to look around.

"Nooo!" she screamed when I smiled. I threw her as far towards the middle of the pool as I could. Malia let out a sharp cutting scream that was halted by the splash she made hitting the water. She stayed under long enough to worry the people around me. We watched as she finally swam underwater towards where I stood. She broke the water and grabbed the edge of the pool. She gave me a happy smile that I thought really should have been Michael's.

Malia looked fantastic wet.

I crouched down and waited for her to stop giggling.

"It's not an ocean or sand, but it is yours," I told her.

She nodded and dipped her head under the water. The tears had been washed away when she came back up. She reached an arm up for me.

"No pulling me in," I warned.

She smiled innocently, and I lay down to kiss her. Pool water was not the same as ocean spray but kissing a wet Malia was pretty fucking cool. I stood up and watched her swim in her pool for a couple of minutes. I decided there was enough summer left to find a place I could watch her surf.

Janet cleared her throat, and I turned to look at her. She tilted her head towards where I knew Heather was standing. I turned back to the pool for a few more minutes.

I learned to be enduring in the foster homes. Jason could outwait rocks, a trait I admired, but it was the jungles that taught us to feel the anxiety of others when the silence of patience became too much. I turned when Heather made the decision to leave. She slid to the right trying to get away, but my movement froze her momentarily. I did not get between her and the door, but she would have to pass a hand's breadth away to exit.

"Hello, Heather," I said softly.

The other Siblings pulled away from the tone of my voice. Rachel moved closer. Heather met my eyes for the briefest instant and looked away. She nodded to acknowledge my words.

"If you don't mind," I said. "You and I are going to go fuck now."

If I prayed, I would have thanked God that Heather could say yes with a shy smile.

I reached out and Heather's hand met mine in the middle. I turned and led her out of the building. I smiled at the skip in her step as I walked through the house. I pulled her in front of me at the doors to my room. She opened them wide and strutted inside. I watched her until she turned around. She gave me another shy smile and sat on the bed. I closed the doors behind me. I had planned the next hour with Heather but realized I would be lucky to get past the first ten minutes.

It was a still a good plan, and I had no other. I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. I was not vain but martial arts and weights made for sharp lines on my body. Heather leaned back on her arms, and her gray eyes clouded. She took a deep breath expanding her chest past what my pants could hold any longer. I kicked off my shoes and undid my belt. I unbuttoned my jeans, and Heather took another deep breath as my zipper's teeth unclenched. I pushed the pants and briefs down my legs. I kicked everything aside and straightened up. Heather stared into my eyes before looking downward.

She licked her pouty lips.

Her next breath expanded her large chest even further. My dick waved angrily at her demanding in its way that she come closer. She stood up from the bed, and I was standing in front of her a second later. My dick licked at her clothed belly.

I ached to play along her curves.

She was wearing a white shirt and jeans, more white than blue. Her hair was long and brown, but the ponytail kept it out of her face. I unbuttoned her shirt as I stared into her eyes. They were almost colorless in their gray, but there was a darkness that stained the area around the pupil. I pushed the shirt down her arms. I leaned over and kissed each shoulder as the shirt trapped her wrists. She moved forward, and my dick licked at her stomach again, leaving a swath of clear liquid.

Heather moved against me to drive me closer to losing control. I took a deep breath and forced the shirt off her arms. Before it touched the floor, my fingers were on the clasp of her bra. The move was as smooth as any teenage male might hope for, and the straps fluttered apart. She scrunched her chest, and I pulled the lace forward. I threw her bra behind me.

I wanted to suck her pink nipples, but the first hint of dangerous curves made me want to test the traction of my control even further. I put my hands on her belt buckle. She sucked in her stomach as my touch warmed her skin. I was close to the edge, but her restless movement assured me she was even closer.

The buckle came apart easily, and I felt the buttons that separated me from the gates of our release. I reached down and kissed her. She was surprised, but her nature was not. She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. She made sure to keep enough distance between us that I had no problems opening the front of her jeans. I reached into the space between the cloth and then down.

I felt only pubic hair; lower was a kiss of moisture.

I pulled my fingers out and broke our kiss. I painted her lips with her want and plundered the taste. Her hands moved off my shoulders to her jeans. She pushed them down, and I felt her effort to step out of them. She kicked them out of her way. She gasped as my tongue asked for entrance. She went up on her toes and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I forgot what I wanted to do.

I did not forget that I wanted to fuck her. I forgot that I wanted to go slow, to lick the line of every curve, to make her scream my name again and again, and then to take her. My dick decided short, thick, and curvy did not need foreplay. I was the Brother, and she was the Sibling. If fucking was required, it was her duty to lie back and enjoy it.

I pushed her back, and she sat heavily on the bed. I kept pushing and she slid backward drawing me towards her with blown kisses. I got on the bed between her legs. She lay down, and I lay on top of her. My dick touched moisture and I gritted my teeth not to thrust in.

She had better plans. She licked my shoulder and bit me hard in protest of my ignoring the baser need. I thrust hard, and she gasped as she grabbed my arms. She dug her nails in painfully trying to share the discomfort of my opening her body. I fucked in listening to the call, a savage beat on a native drum, of what I wanted.

Her body stopped me halfway into her. She dug her nails deeper; discomfort was nothing compared to drum asking her to dance for me. I reared back with my hips and thrust in powerfully. She turned her hips to perfect the angle of penetration. I moved into her depth and took all of Heather. She dug her nails in trying to cut me before she pulled them away. She licked her lips and moved her legs trying to adjust to my being a part of her.

I remembered some of the plan. I leaned down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I sucked it hard.

"Brother!" she whispered.

It was not my name; it was her name for me. I turned my head and took the other nipple in my mouth sucking it even harder. Her pussy pulsed around my dick, and the drum called for more. I pulled back and thrust into her.

I did not have the control for anything but short, powerful strokes. Her thighs grabbed me tightly, and her body colored. I felt her moisten as her body accepted me like any Sibling did, with orgasm. Her wetness gained me smoothness, so I fucked her harder. I thrust into her open mouth with my tongue. She sucked it and released it so she could bite my lip as I thrust one final time. She whimpered as I thickened inside her.

For all the sex with Siblings that week, it still felt like I had been building a reservoir of cum for that moment. I poured it into Heather. Her pussy drank it all and milked me wanting more.

Heather hummed and liked to spread the sweat on my back around with her fingertips after sex. I liked letting her since it meant I could do what I wanted; stay on top of her until I slipped out of her body and then a little longer.

Our first time together, she adjusted her hips as I softened to keep me inside her. I kissed her, and she begged for my tongue with a hum. I reached down to grab her legs; I wanted to stay inside her too. She squeezed me with her pussy.

We kissed and kissed.

Finally, one of her squeezes met firmer resistance. She smiled against my lips and circled her hips as much as she could to entice hardness. I let go of her legs and grabbed her hips. I failed in my first hour's plans, but the second hour's was simpler. I tightened my hold on her hips and pulled back. I was not hard enough but the lubrication of our previous pleasure made the movement in and out her easy. Her mouth opened, and I kissed her hard. I worked the strokes slowly adding power and length as I hardened.

I put my lips against her ear when I was ready to just fuck her.

"My name is David,' I whispered.

Her thighs gripped me tightly, and her mouth released a low moan of pleasure. It was not good enough; I wanted to hear her say my name as a part of her orgasm.

It took time, but I had the patience.

I fucked Heather hard waiting for her to give me what I wanted. She came, and bit her lip still resisting. I smiled and fucker her harder.

"David!" she whispered finally. "David, David, David."

I smiled and slowed the thrusts that I had used to conquer what little resistance Heather had in her. We were covered in sweat from the time between when I whispered my name and she learned how to speak it correctly. I knelt up and grabbed her legs underneath her knees. She looked up at me with gray eyes. I pushed down on her legs. I stroked in and out of her with length but no power. She stared at me and smiled.

"Cum inside me," she urged.

Heather had her own way of convincing my body that she was not to be resisted. I emptied my reservoir into her a second time.

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We needed food and drinks after the third time. I had not planned for it; but we fell asleep, and I woke up to Heather licking my already hard cock. She made no protest when I pulled her up and made her mount me.

I sighed when she went through the closet and pulled out the longest button-down shirt she could find. I decided on the spot that in the future I would buy my shirts in multiples of every female Sibling that lived nearby, plus one for me.

She opened the doors, and we were met by clapping. Janet jumped up and dragged Heather over to an open pizza box. Malia sat by Heather immediately. The three of them put their heads together and whispered to each other. Malia's eyes widened after something Heather said, and she looked at me with a blush.

I sat down and opened a box labeled with my name. I grabbed a bottle of water. I was starving so I dug in. I looked up a couple of minutes later to meet Rachel's blue eyes. She was staring at me openly. I stared back until she raised an eyebrow and looked away.

The trio of girls broke up, and everyone regaled the new Siblings about what was great about our school, things they had to try, and most importantly what professors never to take. The Sibling chatter relaxed me so I half-drowsed after I finished eating. My part of the conversation was only to nod when spoken to directly, which I could do that with my eyes closed. The Siblings trooped out of the room eventually until I was alone with Rachel. I could smell and feel her presence so I knew she was in the room.

"Do I want to know what's really going on in this house?" she asked.

I opened my eyes and looked at her.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," I replied seriously. "It would be very difficult to leave if you did."

She nodded and stood up.

"You know that's the first time you've ever said no to me," she said looking at the doors.

I had not said no, but chose not correct her.

"This thing with Melisa, it's not really about me, is it?" she asked softly without looking at me.

I hesitated before answering.

"The problem, Rachel, is that it's only about you."

=====Chapter 24=====

Everyone else in the house chose Monday to buy books and decided that I needed to be dragged along. With the upperclassmen pouring on campus, the bookstore was busier than when I stopped in on Saturday. The crowd would have been intolerable had I not been surrounded by people I knew.

I was studying a book for a class I intended to take at a later time when I noticed that Rachel was talking to one of the three Tau idiots; more accurately, he was talking to her. She turned to walk away only to be stopped by his hard grip on her upper arm. She yanked her arm loose; I moved towards them slowly.

Doris Alex intercepted me.

"That's not your business, David," she said.

"It's not?" I asked.

"He doesn't like no for an answer," she said with a shrug.

She took a step back when my eyes flattened.

"Not like that, David," she said quickly. "He's openly aggressive, and Rachel doesn't deal with that well. Plus right now, it would be best if you stayed away from her."

Rachel had not taken the new Siblings in my life well. Doris Alex was Doris Alex; a mystery one had to accept. Janet wanted me since the fight on the bus and did not give a shit about how she got what she wanted or if she had to share it. Melisa had drifted away from me, at least from Rachel's perspective, even if I behaved as if nothing was different. Those things Rachel could accept; the two Siblings and their automatic admittance into a circle Rachel could only perceive frustrated her. She had made the leap that there was more going on in the house than I had inherited a lot of money. I wondered if I should push the envelope by asking Susan to spend the night.

I watched Rachel take Michael's arm and use him as a shield against the Tau's attention. I turned back to my book thinking about the Tau. My lesson about it being safer to play outside my sandbox had not connected as well as I expected. People that stupid bore paying closer attention to. 

We ran into a pack of Michael's frat brothers and ended up at their house. Each brother found it necessary to thank me personally for the changes to their living environment. I tried to extricate myself from the situation but found that every time I made an attempt to get out, one of the Siblings was there to corral me. The get-together became a party after the sun went down. I settled into watching the crowd from behind a screen of Siblings. Rachel had not let go of Michael after we left the bookstore, and Melisa was orbiting the pair.

Malia had begun the day as the Sibling the farthest out from me but had slowly moved closer. I noticed the trend earlier and contented myself with waiting for her to pick the right time.

The right time arrived accompanied with a salty kiss.

"That's not ocean spray," I said as we broke apart.

"Real salt," she said excitedly.

I licked her lips to get the rest of the spice off. Kissing her seemed a reliable method of making sure I got everything.




A Master's Ring: Book 02



"Can we go back to my room?" she asked kissing my neck.

It was better than any other excuse I had come up with for leaving and one that promised no Sibling interference. I took her hand and found the nearest exit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael pull Melisa into a tight hug.

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Malia shared a room with Heather, but the decoration screamed surfer girl on both sides. I liked the bright surfboard, the tie-dyed towels, but stared at the fishing net in confusion.

"My father used to take me fishing when I was little," she said putting her arms around me. "I wasn't very good because I liked putting the fishies back in the water."

I laughed imagining a very young Malia doing that with a bemused father trying to explain getting the fishies out of the water was the point. She pulled away from me and sat on the bed. The girls had adjusted their beds like I had mine when I lived in the dorms. They turned the ends upside down and reinstalled the frame to gain extra height. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"This isn't your house," she said nervously as if she could read my mind.

"So I can't spank you?"

"You could try," she challenged discarding the nervousness immediately.

"That's not my objective, right now," I said calmly.

"You could try anyway," she said with a wicked smile.

She was quick and as slippery as an eel. I got my hands on her without a problem but found that her favorite move was to distract me by wriggling against my hard-on. I had her pinned to the ground the first time she used it. My hands were underneath her top when she pushed her hips against me. She rubbed her mound on my groin and pulled me into a hard kiss. My hands stopped pushing the top up and settled on stroking her skin. She moved her hips restlessly against me so I turned us over so that she was on top. She kissed me for a couple of minutes before standing up and moving to the window.

"I'm not going to get spanked if you're that easy to distract," she chided with a smile.

I lay on the ground looking up at her for a second. I stood up slowly, and her eyes looked nervously around the room. I moved to my right cutting her off before she started moving. I put my hands on the bottom of her top and pulled it upwards. I dropped it beside us and raised my arms as she pulled my t-shirt off. I pinned her against the wall and kissed her neck gently. She cupped my hard-on between her hips and used her nails on the small of my back. I was ready for her attempt at escape by distraction; I rubbed back when she ground against me. She gasped moving her hands to my hips to pull me tighter to her.

I pulled her away from the window and walked to the bed with her in front of me. She wrestled me to escape her fate, but she was not trying very hard. She managed to turn around in the circle of my arms. I pushed her against the bed and in her struggles she pushed her ass back. It was too tempting so I spanked her hard with my right hand. She froze for a second confused about what to do next. I smiled knowing she wanted to continue the resistance play. I moved my hands around her waist to the front of her shorts. She moved her ass on my groin trying to entice instead of distract. I undid her belt, the button of her shorts, and her zipper in quick succession.

Malia pushed her shorts down her hips and legs. She kicked them off and pushed back with her ass to get in contact with me again. I had moved aside though. She gave a cry of surprise when I spanked her mostly naked asscheek. I spanked the other for good measure garnering a yelp of pleasure. She undid the ties to her bathing suit bottom; spreading her legs caused the suit to drop to the floor. She turned around slowly letting me enjoy her nakedness. Her pubic hair was completely shaved off, which considering the size of some of her bathing suit bottoms was a necessity. I put my hand on her tummy and walked my fingers downwards. She pushed her hips out as I touched her pussylips. I slipped a finger between them and found moisture. I pushed into her producing a gasp. She spread her legs wider and lowered her hips to get my finger deeper inside her.

Malia put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer for a kiss. She circled her hips as my tongue entered her mouth. She grabbed my shoulders tightly when I pulled my finger out and penetrated her with two of them. She bit my lip and moved her hands to the front of my jeans. With my fingers driving in and out of her, she had a more difficult time with her task than I had taking her shorts off. I made it easier by stepping back when she got her hand inside my jeans. She pushed them down my hips and I had to finish the job when playing with my dick distracted her. She used one hand to jack me slowly while the other explored my testicles. Taking off my jeans with one hand since I did not want to take the fingers of the other out of her was not an easy thing to accomplish.

She used her grip on my hardness to get me between her legs. I grabbed her waist and propped her on the bed. She smiled as she wrapped her legs around me. I moved closer to her until she could place me against her pussy. Malia moved my dick up and down her pussy. I waited for her to put me at her entrance but then noticed she was smiling widely. I shook my head and grabbed her wrist. She let my dick go and put her arm on the bed to hold her body at the right angle. I moved my hips forward and felt her body surround me in wetness. Malia lowered some of her weight to get me deeper inside her.

I pulled her towards me so that only her upper back was on the bed. The only way for her to get leverage to move her hips was to grip me tightly with her legs. She lay her head back and let me take over when I started moving in and out of her pussy. Malia tried vainly to gain what little leverage she could to assist in the fucking but tightening her legs only cut the distance I could move in and out of her. She settled for letting me stroke deeply while she twisted her hips side to side slowly.

Malia moved steadily towards an orgasm until I experimentally drove into her hard. She jumped a little and squeezed me tightly. I pumped into her hard again drawing a gasp and another squeeze. She wriggled mightily when I settled back to a gentler pace.

"Please!" she begged.

I reached underneath to cup her asscheeks tightly. I gave Malia exactly what she wanted until she arched her back in reaction to the powerful strokes.

"GOD!" she screamed as she came.

I slowed the pace of my strokes and let her rest in the aftermath of her pleasure for a couple of minutes. She lifted her head to look at me. She smiled wickedly and tried to pull her body completely on the bed. I let her go only to receive a pout for my cooperation.

"That wasn't very much of a spanking," she said sticking her tongue out at me.

I discovered that Malia was a much better struggle-fuck player after her first orgasm.

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I heard female giggling when I opened the door to my house. I walked into the living room and smelled the light buzz of alcohol on the room's occupants. I noticed the open beer bottles. I scrunched my nose blowing air out to adjust to the scent. Jason taught me never to imbibe, since you did not know when you would need to be at your best.

The tableau froze as the girls noticed me. Rachel was straddling Michael's thigh and had Melisa's hand trapped in a tight grip. She looked like she was trying to pull my First into a similar position on top of Michael's other thigh. Michael was too busy working on Rachel's neck with his lips to help.

My First had a look of angry resistance on her face.

Melisa's eyes met mine with relief. She pulled her hand away from Rachel and stood up. Rachel looked annoyed at me for a second. She shrugged her shoulders at Melisa, grabbed two handfuls of Michael's hair, pulled his head back, and kissed him deeply.

I walked by them to enter my room.

A couple of minutes later Melisa opened the doors and walked inside. I watched as she approached me. She leaned against my desk and studied me. I was sitting in the large papa-san chair that had been my only contribution to the room. After installing it the week before, I usually came home to find a Sibling studying or taking a nap in it.

"Why is it that every Sibling I know is panicked by Rachel and me, but you don't seem to care?" she asked suddenly.

"I'm not a Sibling," I replied.

"That's not enough, David," she said. "Most Brothers would have pulled back on the choke chain by now."

I smiled at the momentary fantasy of Melisa wearing a collar with a leash leading to my hand. I would have to incorporate that in Janet's little fantasy about being my slave with Melisa kneeling next to her.

"You mean your dad would have pulled you back by now," I said.

Her mouth snapped shut as she stared at me.

"I'm not your dad either."

=====Chapter 25=====

Rachel was the first time I got to watch Melisa resort to sledgehammer diplomacy to get what she wanted when her manipulations failed.

"So why aren't you?" she asked after a minute of silence. I smiled at her attempt to change the subject away from her dad.

"Why aren't I what?"

"Why aren't you nervous about Rachel and me?" she asked meeting my eyes. My smile widened; her eyes flashed with annoyance at my amusement.

"Can you really imagine me nervous, Melisa?"

She shrugged and smiled her annoyance aside. I leaned my head to the side and studied her.

"It wouldn't be Rachel," I said finally.

"What?"

"If you left, it wouldn't be with Rachel," I said.

"Why not?"

"When you lie in bed with her, I'm there between you."

She nodded and walked around the room for a couple of minutes.

"So do you want to tell me the truth?" she asked after her third circuit of the room.

"Do you really want the truth?" I asked seriously.

"I think I'd like it better than 'I'm there between you'," she said leaning against the desk.

"I'm not there when you kiss her?"

She shrugged as if it was an unimportant point. I nodded and sat back.

"Why aren't you with your dad?" I asked.

"What?" she said tightening up.

"You wanted the truth," I pointed out.

"What does my dad have to do with it?"

"I have a... feeling, he's between us when it's just you and me," I said. She gave me a hard look, which I shrugged off.

"I'll lie to everyone out there," I said pointing out the window.

"I'll lie to everyone out there," I repeated pointing to the living room. "I'll lie to you."

I was quiet for a second.

"What I have never done is lie to me," I said. "So here's your chance at the truth, why aren't you with your dad?"

She circled my bed a couple of times. I thought she was considering how to answer the question without answering it. She leaned against my desk again.

"You lie to me?" she asked with pursed lips that teased slightly.

"You don't lie to me?" I asked by way of reply.

"I won't tell you things, which isn't really lying," she said with a raised eyebrow. "But that doesn't mean you can lie to me."

"Who made that rule?"

"I did, of course," she teased.

I nodded and rocked a little in the chair.

"You're not going to agree to that, are you?" she said with a small laugh. "I wasn't expecting you to, but I had to try. You might have been REALLY different from my dad."

I maintained my silence.

"So why would you lie to me?" she asked again.

"The truth?" I asked.

"Yes, David."

"Why aren't you with your dad?"

She bit her lip in anger as she tried to stare me down. She sighed and looked away realizing there was nothing for her to push against.

"The Brotherhood isn't the real world, Melisa. If anything can be said to be the 'real' world," I said. "You can be with your dad how you want to be. He would move to a different city, somewhere that no one knew he raised you. You could wear his crest."

She nodded and looked at the doors to my room with tears in her eyes. A couple of minutes later, she brushed them away with the back of her hand.

"There are thousands of Siblings," she said enunciating each word. "There are two that wear his crest. There is only one blonde-haired angel in his life."

Silence reigned for a minute.

"The only differences my dad recognizes between Siblings are crested and un-crested, or his crested Sibling and another Brother's," she continued. "He treats Joanne and my mom like they're interchangeable, which would make me one of three exact, same things that he holds tightly to his heart."

I nodded.

"My dad can't have children; he jokes that it was an 'industrial accident'. Joanne and my mom want a baby, but they're going to adopt a boy," she said looking at me hard. "If my choices are to be treated like one of thousands, one of three, or to be the only baby girl in his life; then no matter what I want, I choose to be that little girl. Only-daughters do not have to share the sparkle in their daddy's eyes."

"You have to share me," I pointed out after a moment.

"Not like that," she replied.

I smiled at her.

"Okay, the truth," she said returning the smile. "You're not like my dad so I don't have to share the part of you that is mine. There IS a part of you that will only ever be mine."

"Is that why you're here?" I asked.

"No," she said quietly not wanting to tell me the truth but wanting to be someone I told the truth to more. "A daddy never believes anyone is good enough for his little girl but mine thinks you are."

"You believe him?"

She walked around the room much more agitated than the previous times. It took her longer to calm down and lean against the desk again.

"When my biological father hit me in the middle of that argument, I stopped believing in a lot of things, like my mom's judgment," she said in a sad voice. "I cried in my dad's arms that night. I didn't know he was going to become 'my dad'; he was just a cop whose arms made me feel safe again. He whispered he would never let anyone hurt me, not even my father. I believed him, and since that night I've only believed the things that my daddy tells me. He's never said the words, but he has told me plenty of times that you're his choice for me."

"I can't promise you won't get hurt."

"I'll bet my life, David, it won't be you that hurts me."

I nodded.

"If I can't be with my dad," she continued, "then I choose to be here. You've never treated me like any other Sibling so I have to think maybe the one true thing in my life still is; daddy knows what's best for me."

I nodded again.

"Siblings and Brothers say I'm different from other Brothers," I said quietly. "I have a... feeling that I am, but not where it matters."

"I don't understand," she said forgetting the question she had asked.

"I don't know enough about Sibling indoctrination, but no matter how much Doris Alex plays it down I know what it would take for me to trust her," I said. "But I trust her; Janet, Susan, and Michael too. Probably every indoctrinated Sibling because I know how powerful indoctrination has to be for anyone remotely like me to trust. Brothers trust Siblings, not with everything, but crested or un-crested there is trust."

"You don't trust me," she said with a tiny smile.

"You're not indoctrinated."

"Doris doesn't trust me either, or Janet, or Michael, or any other Sibling that I know," she said with a hint of pride in her voice. "Not even my mother."

I almost laughed at the happiness she got from being different.

"So you lie to me because you can't trust me?" she asked with a wide smile.

"I won't tell you things, which isn't really lying, right?"

She laughed openly at my choice of words.

"Getting back to what started this conversation then, why haven't you pulled back on my leash?" she asked.

"Rachel wanting you to kiss Michael is what started this conversation," I said.

"Yeah, well fuck her! She's lucky Michael knows better," she said angrily. "If she tries that shit again; I don't care how much you want her, she's fucking gone."

An angry Melisa was definitely one of the sexiest things in my life.

"She's just trying to figure out what you haven't told her," I teased. She punched the table in annoyance.

"Change subject," she insisted. I laughed at tone of her voice. She sighed and stuck her tongue out at me. I waited for her to ask the question again.

"So why haven't you pulled back on MY leash yet?" she asked.

"Take your clothes off," I commanded.

Her top was over her head before she caught herself. I heard a heartfelt 'bastard!' before she finished removing it. She gave me an exasperated look as she took her bra off. The shorts and panties fell to the ground with practiced ease to be kicked aside in annoyance.

"This doesn't prove anything," she said but sighed at her inability to sound convincing.

She pushed her hips towards me as she leaned against the desk. Her pubic hair was a thin line of blonde that I wanted to run my fingers through.

"You've lied to Rachel, Melisa," I said.

"I did not lie!" she said angrily.

I waited.

"I haven't told her everything," she said with a pout.

"You let her assume," I said. "You led her to those assumptions."

"I did not lie to her, David."

"Like I said, I don't lie to me," I said. "Whatever you think you did or did not do, Rachel will believe you lied to her."

"So what was I supposed to do," she said raising her hands. "Tell her about the Society, tell her that I planned to make her a Sibling; your Sibling"

I rested my head back and stared at Melisa.

"I couldn't let her leave if you did that, Melisa."

She straightened, and I saw the calculating manipulation in her eyes.

"No!" I said in hard voice.

"What?"

"If you want to keep to your plan of making Rachel a Sibling, you have to allow her the choice," I said. "Telling her about the Brotherhood is making the choice for her."

"You wouldn't hurt her."

"Do you know what the difference is between being out there," I said pointing out my window, "and being in here?'

She shook her head.

"You," I said. "I don't need another Melisa in my life. Rachel will be indoctrinated so she must be allowed the one free choice."

"Indoctrination means other Brothers, David," Melisa said carefully. "You wouldn't share Rachel."

"She wouldn't be mine until she wore my crest."

"I don't wear your crest."

"Other Siblings make their decision once, you must make it every day for the rest of your life," I said. "Every morning you wake up, you have to decide to stay with me. It's a choice I also have to make every day. How many people out there consciously decide the rest of their life every day?" 

"You can't tell me that Doris, Janet, and Susan don't make being in this house different than living in a dorm room!"

"What do they give me that Alyssa wouldn't, if I had never met any of you?"

She let the air out lungs explosively.

"You're more mine now than Rachel could ever be. You've chosen this every day since your dad put my file in front of you. Steadfast, resolute, and committed; I owe you years of loyalty."

Melisa looked away from my eyes.

"You feel something for Rachel that you don't feel for me or any other Sibling, David," she said. "That's why I want her with us."

I shook my head.

"I would prefer that you had taken Doris Alex's route."

"Doris would happily drown Rachel to make sure there was nothing outside the Society you wanted."

I snickered.

"Okay, maybe Janet's," I corrected.

"To fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until Rachel moved away, and Doris drowned her so that there was nothing outside the Society you wanted?"

"There's no way around Doris Alex, huh?" I asked jokingly.

She shook her head seriously.

"I'm not indoctrinated so I don't know a lot about Siblings," she said staring at me. "I've never needed to know anything about the Society other than my dad and you, but it doesn't mean I haven't put things together. Doris is here because of you. She is as committed to you as I am; if I'm being honest, she is more committed to you than I am."




A Master's Ring: Book 02



I nodded.

"She's dangerous, David," she said carefully. "I've never met a Sibling like her. I think she'd drown me if I interfered with the plans she has for you."

"She would never touch you, Melisa."

"I..."

"The Brotherhood wants me inside, Melisa," I said quietly. "Your continued loyalty ensures mine. Doris Alex serves the Brotherhood with every breath; she would cut her own throat before she stood against us."

Melisa shivered and was quiet for a minute.

"You cannot tell Rachel about the Brotherhood until she's made her choice, Melisa," I repeated.

"How is she supposed to choose without knowing?"

"How did you?"

"I don't think I really wanted to be a Sibling," she said. "This is what my dad is, and this is what you are, so this is the only choice left to me."

"Siblings arrive at our door for different reasons, Melisa," I reminded her. "You have to let Rachel find her reason for opening that door. It might be me; it might be the life; or it might be you."

"I can't be the reason she would choose to be a Sibling," she said with a shake of her head.

"Only because she doesn't know you yet," I said.

"She knows me well enough, David," she said with a lot of confidence in her voice.

I stood up suddenly and was crowding her against the desk an instant later. Her body reacted by pushing against me in heat. We kissed hard. She rubbed my hard dick with her tummy almost drowning us in the kiss. I took a step back and shook my head hard. She took a deep breath; her eyes were cloudy with passion. I put my hand on her stomach. My fingers drifted into her pubic line. She spread her legs as I rounded the curve of her pubic mound. I split her lips with a finger and dipped it inside; moisture welcomed me. She squeezed down as my finger delved deeper. Her body produced the wetness of temptation asking me to take what was mine. I pulled my finger out and backed away from her. I sat back down in my chair.

"Does she know that about you?" I asked. She raised her chin to a proud angle.

"Bastard!"

"You like B-words, don't you?" I asked curiously.

"What?" she said after giving me a hard look that demanded I get back to what I started.

"Bitch for Janet, bastard for me," I said with a smile.

"Well, both of you are," she defended.

"What about Susan?"

"Brave."

"Doris Alex."

"Brilliantly-fucking-scary!"

I laughed at that.

"Can you get over here and finish this?" she asked softly.

"Answer the question," I replied.

"What question?"

"Does Rachel know that about you?" I asked again.

"Know what?" she asked stubbornly.

"That SHE can't have just you," I said.

She crossed her arms and stared at the floor.

"I've tried to make what you've let her believe true," I said gently.

"That's why we haven't had sex?" she asked.

"She'd be hurt by your lies, and I don't want that," I said. "You'd be hurt by your lies, and I won't allow that."

"So you made me tell the truth," she said with a sigh.

"You've been as much hers as I could make you."

She nodded.

"It's not going to work, is it?" she asked.

"How would you feel if I seduced Rachel into my life without telling her about you?"

Her lips tightened as she tried to bottle the admission.

"I'd think you were a liar," she said finally.

We were quiet for a few minutes.

"She's going to hate me," Melisa said.

"A little," I replied. "You can blame it all on me though."

"That would be lying," she said.

"I chose not to have sex with you. Truth," I said. "You came to me tonight because she pushed you to do something you don't want to. It's the truth."

"No, it's not."

I smiled.

"No part of the truth can be a lie," I said. "Especially if you're not lying to yourself." 

"Doris's lecture on valid statements," she said with a smirk. "Added to David's lecture about not lying to yourself."

"Doris Alex and I think alike. You and I lie alike, but you're the one in danger of getting caught and not liking the consequences," I said with a shrug.

"Doris fits your life better than I do," she said changing the subject again. " And Rachel is what you want."

"I don't understand."

"I don't see how deciding to stay in here with you every day makes this better than out there, especially if you don't trust me."

"Don't confuse not trusting in here with not trusting out there, Melisa," I instructed. "I trust you to make the most important decision in my life every day but with nothing else. I trust other Brothers to do what is necessary to protect us; it doesn't mean I'd trust any of them not to cheat in a game of cards for a penny's worth of candy. You've surprised me more times than anyone else in my life so thank you very much, but I'll make sure I know what you're up to from now on."

The smile on her face turned pleased.

"How do I make in here better than out there for you, Melisa?"

Her eyes widened as the question lanced into her mind. I was glad she chose to be honest with me.

"You're the safety of my dad's arms, as close to him as I'll ever get, and I think my dad believes you're a closer fit to the little girl dreams that I have of him."

"You're closer to the fantasy I have of Rachel than Rachel will ever be."

"You're in love with her?" she asked surprised by my statement.

I could not stop myself from laughing.

"It's not funny, David," she said seriously.

"If I've loved, I've only loved one person," I said. "I think only a parent can love and have it be a river towards the person they feel it for. What I feel towards Rachel is a dead thing as long as she doesn't feel something back. A better word is fascination."

"So why does she fascinate you?" she asked curiously.

"If I knew the answer to that, she wouldn't," I replied.

"A lot of women would say you love her, you just don't want to admit it."

"If you left, I would stand between you and the Brotherhood," I said. "If Jason had lived, I wouldn't have bet against us if he had ever decided to leave, and the Brotherhood came after us. Rachel won't make it to the door if you tell her about the Brotherhood. I won't let her choose at that point, not if being a Sibling is the choice she makes to save herself. I doubt any Brother trusts indoctrination that much. So if you tell me I love her when I'd kill her to protect the Brotherhood, I'll guess I have to accept that I do." 

She looked into my eyes for a moment before sighing.

"What am I supposed to do about her?" she asked looking back at me.

"Help her move out," I suggested.

"Not while you still want her," she insisted.

"What I want stopped mattering around the age of three," I said.

"It matters to me," she said in a hard voice. "Like you said, I have to decide to stay here every day, so excuse me for making sure that everything you want is in here with us. I'm not like you; I want to make sure you never think of leaving."

"Do you think that's a possibility?"

"Not if I have anything to do with it."

I smirked at the confidence in her voice.

"So if letting her go is not an option, what can I do?"

"I already answered that question; tell her the truth," I replied.

"You said I can't do that," she said with a smile.

"Not our truth, but completely true things," I said. "Like you and I not having sex doesn't mean anything changed between us. You belong to me, freely and knowingly given; likewise accepted."

"She's NOT going to like that."

"Tell her about your father and your dad."

"David, that's... that's a lot to tell someone," she said reluctantly.

"I have a feeling Rachel will understand," I said.

"Really?" she asked. "I've never been able to talk to anyone about it. My mom..."

"I think Rachel will find the details of your situation liberating."

"What aren't you telling me?" she asked suspiciously.

"If you don't know, maybe listening to Rachel like I do is another good place to start," I said standing up and taking off my shirt.

She leaned towards me as I took of my pants and shoes. She moved towards me when I was completely naked.

"I think I know just the right way to tell Rachel that when she and I are together, you're between us," she whispered before pressing her lips to mine.

I would have asked what she meant but other parts of her came into contact with my body distracting me. I decided I did not need to know any of the details as I reached behind her to cup her ass. I pulled her to me, and the time of not being together disappeared in an explosion of want. I turned her towards the bed and almost threw her down on it. She landed with her legs open and her arms beckoning me. I lay on top of her. Her mouth opened to accept my tongue and her hand quested between us for my dick; I had been hard since she removed her clothing. She took a tight grip and gasped into my mouth. I jumped in her hand; I pulled my hips back to give her room to guide me towards her center. I pushed in uncaringly, only to stop when I realized what I was doing.

"God, David," she whispered. "Please not right now."

She was incredibly tight. I pulled my hips back and pushed slowly into her.

"Bastard!" she complained harshly at the slowness of my pace and bit into my shoulder.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her teeth from my skin. I kissed her but reared back when she tried to bite my lip. She climbed her legs higher up my body trying to open her pussy so that I could complete her penetration. I sawed my dick in the depth that her body had given me. She pushed her hips up driving herself further onto my cock. I stopped fighting the desire. I drew my hips back and took all of Melisa. Her nails dug into my shoulder as my dick opened her after a long drought. She smiled joyfully when I was completely seated inside her.

"Stay still..." she said sexily. "Real still!"

I tried to do what she wanted but could not quite manage it. I pressed against her, released the pressure, and pressed against her again. She closed her eyes tightly and gasped. I felt her moisture increase. Her orgasm seemed to last forever; it was probably only that I wanted to stroke in and out of her to relieve what had built-up in the time without her.

"Get off me!" she said.

"What?" I asked surprised.

I really was getting annoyed at her habitual need to surprise me at vastly inappropriate moments.

"Get off me, David," she pleaded.

I pulled out slowly and lay down next to her. She looked down at me as she stood up. She grabbed my thighs pulling me towards the edge of the bed. I scrambled downwards until my hips were where she wanted them. She knelt between my legs. Her tongue licked my dick from root to tip carefully, as if her flavor was nectar. Her green eyes held contact with mine as she cleaned me of her presence. Finally, she was done and gripped me in her hand. She smiled wickedly and took me as deep into her mouth as she could. I pushed up forcing more inside her mouth. She groaned at the need she felt from me. Her hand moved up and down what her mouth could not take. I did not want to cum in her mouth, but we had gone too far.

I groaned as she squeezed me hard. She felt the hardening and moved her hand faster. I came inside her mouth. I pulled back and jerked upwards involuntarily. Melisa took everything I had; she sucked on me trying to draw out more. My stomach muscles ached from the desire to give her everything than she wanted. I collapsed backwards staring at the ceiling blankly. She stood up and trailed her nails on my thighs. She smiled mysteriously as her hand came up in a motion that asked for me to stay exactly where I was. I had plans for a second round where I returned the oral favor for a VERY long time and finished with fucking her in as many different positions as I knew so I had no plans to go anywhere.

She left the doors open when she walked out. Returning five minutes later, she closed the doors behind her as she walked into the room. Melisa moved to stand between my legs. A gentle smile touched her lips as she shook her head.

"It doesn't look good for us, David," she confessed, almost unable to contain her laughter.

"What?"

"You definitely like the taste of Rachel more than she likes the taste of you."

In that moment, I swear I heard Melisa's dad laughing. I stared up at green eyes that shined with expectation. Melisa completely believed it was my duty to protect her from backlash when she used the sledge to get her way. I was wrong; Siblings did not forget about repercussions when they were around a Brother. It was another of those words that did not exist for them; like no, inhibitions, shyness, or anything else that might get in the way of pleasing a Brother.

=====Chapter 26=====

"Jesus fucking Christ, David!" Doris Alex said in exasperation sitting down at my cafe table the next Sunday afternoon.

Alyssa moved the food on her tray to mine before sitting down across from Doris Alex. I sighed and gave Alyssa a look barely on the border of annoyance. I accepted earlier in the week that she took eating from my plate to a psychopathic level so I tried to find an equitable compromise. Unfortunately, her sorority sisters and the Siblings eating with us decided to make it their lunchtime amusement when I suggested coming to an agreement. Worse for me, Doris Alex insisted on being the lead negotiator for Alyssa's interests. What followed was one of the silliest discussions I had ever participated in. I faced ten females arguing that Alyssa had a natural right to eat everything on my plate; only my counterargument that such behavior would inevitably starve me moved them. Enjoying the absurdity, the female side of the table got louder and louder until I felt the pressure of dining hall occupants' attention. I was about to capitulate to their demands when Michael (the prince of fucking darkness), and Melisa (his administrative assistant) joined us. The ladies took a break to fill them in and watched as the two sat on my side of the table stating that I was too nice to defend my rights adequately. Rachel slamming her tray down on the table next to us caused a moment of silence before Doris Alex sniffed and blatantly snubbed her by turning away. With defenders on my side of the table, the conversation went from inane to insane. It took the two sides an hour to hammer out the Alyssa and David Cuisine Accord, as one of the sorority sisters suggested it be called. 

Alyssa had to settle for only eating food that she placed in my area, but I had to taste or play with anything she put in said area. While I have to admit she followed the exact letter of the agreement, Alyssa zealously exercised her new rights whenever an opportunity presented itself. If I did not find a psychologist's inability to refrain from psychoanalyzing me distasteful, I would have made an appointment with one to see if an explanation of Alyssa's food behavior was possible. I agreed with Rachel when she said it was the most ridiculous thing she ever heard of, even if stomping away after the two sides shook on the Accord ruined her point.

I figured Rachel's attitude during the week after Melisa fed her an unwilling first taste of my semen was the cause of Doris Alex's religious frustration. The Siblings were annoyed on the first day of Rachel's fits until they heard her scream that she hated the taste of cum at Melisa. Janet figured it out and promptly fell off the couch laughing. Malia asking Rachel what the problem was since in her experience my cum tasted fine did not help the situation. I was immensely surprised Rachel did not move out that night. I was even more surprised that by Friday the Siblings did not vote in favor of Doris Alex's preferred solution. Rachel would probably have been found swimming with the fishes except that on Saturday morning she decided I was to blame for everything. I guessed accurately that Melisa had enthusiastically pointed the finger at me, like I suggested.

"What did you do anyway?" Alyssa asked while offering me a bite of 'my' salad.

I chewed slowly and gave Doris Alex a curious look. I thought she would have clued Alyssa in on the happenings at the house. The redhead shrugged her shoulders looking at me expectantly.

"It was Melisa that did the doing," I said carefully.

"Yeah, she was doing Rachel quite well from what I saw," Alyssa said with a smile. "Then this week Rachel... oh shit!"

I did not need to see what had interrupted Alyssa. My new nemesis was walking into the cafe followed by Melisa. Rachel's blue eyes lasered into me as she stalked towards the table. I sighed sticking my fork into everything that Alyssa had put in my area to make sure she could eat while Rachel and I provided the entertainment. Rachel slammed into the chair across from me. I caught Melisa's surreptitious wink as she dragged a chair over.

"Okay, David," Rachel said angrily. "Enough is enough, what the fuck is going on in that house?"

Alyssa perked up at Rachel's question; Doris Alex put her fork down and leaned back in her chair. I did not miss the ravenous curiosity in Alyssa's eyes or the dangerous glint in Doris Alex's.

"I could tell you, Rachel," I said patiently. "But then I'd have to kill you."

"Don't give me that military bullshit, asshole!" she exclaimed harshly.

"Rachel," Doris Alex warned.

I turned my head towards Doris Alex. She met my eyes and nodded her understanding of my desire for her to remain uninvolved. She picked up her fork to finish her lunch. I met Rachel's eyes to find that Doris Alex's instinctive submission fueled her anger.

"If you already know the difference between the truth and my bullshit, why don't you tell me what's going on in my house?"

"You can't buy me like you've bought everyone else in that house!" she stated between gritted teeth.

I am constantly amazed by people's ability to construct the world around them using only their assumptions as the brick and mortar.

"I was not aware I had tendered you an offer," I said calmly. "Melisa, did you try to buy me a present?"

I have to admit that was a dig. Rachel slamming her hand on the table and looking like it had caused her some discomfort made me regret it.

Rachel's view of the house was not far off if one only had the outside view. Melisa had been ecstatic at receiving a twin to Janet's car, and her gratitude overflowed. Rachel took it to mean that I bought Melisa back. In truth, I discovered a stagnant Rank situation was a breeding ground for trouble; Michael and Malia wanted drama, and they were willing to stir the pot to get it. I was better off turning things over myself than letting those two come up with something on their own. As much as I did it to keep the Siblings busy, Janet's reaction to Melisa's new car was amusing at rock-concert decibel levels.

"Do you control everyone in the house?" she asked.

"I wouldn't say control," I said after taking a moment to think about it. "It's more like they flow around me."

She studied me in the exact same way Melisa had during our truthful conversation.

"Maybe orbit or revolve is more accurate," I said thoughtfully.

"Worship," Doris Alex suggested quietly.

"Definitely not," I said. "I admit to the arrogance of competence, but not to messianic proclivities."

Doris Alex was the only one that smiled.

"Serve you," Alyssa jumped in with from left field.

"Huh?" I asked/said.

"Serve you breakfast in bed," Alyssa said. "Serve you as a personal sex slave."

"Have you been talking to Janet?" I asked suspiciously. Rachel's hand slamming into the table interrupted our digression.

"You're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that," I told her.

She gave me a look on the razor's edge of hatred. I crossed my arms on the table and stared at her.

"Do you want the truth, Rachel?" I asked.

Every woman other than Rachel held her breath waiting for the response.

"Yes," Rachel said.




A Master's Ring: Book 02



"I can't answer a question you already know the answer to," I said with a small smile wondering if she understood what I meant. "I can only give you the philosophical reply."

Doris Alex smiled.

"And what's that?"

"To ask the question you most need to answer," I said. She tapped her fingers on the table waiting for me to continue. It was not in my hands though; she had to want it.

"So what is the question I most need to answer?"

"Are you going to move out?" I asked and leaned back.

She was stunned that I had spoken what had been on everyone's mind during the week; even Doris Alex looked at me with a hint of amazement. Rachel was quiet long enough for me to finish eating.

"Do you want me to?" Rachel asked finally.

I waited for Alyssa to finish eating before I stood up and dumped my tray out. I walked back to the table and tapped it while looking at Rachel.

"What do you think?" I asked her.

"No, you don't," she replied in challenge.

"You see," I said with a smile. "You know the answer I'll give to any of your questions. You'd probably think I was lying if I said something different."

"I know you, David," she said confidently. "You would be lying."

Melisa looked away to hide a wide smile.

"Don't ask me any more questions then," I said. "You're better off talking to Melisa, maybe she has answers you'll listen to or questions you're willing to answer."

Nobody said goodbye when I walked out.

----

"Do you want her gone?" Doris Alex asked later that afternoon in my living room.

"Do I want who gone?" I asked.

Janet was wearing a very small skirt, and I could not figure out if she was wearing flesh-colored panties or had shaved completely. Janet was a fanatical Rank-grabber so I had my money on a bald pussy appetizer before a threesome main course.

"Earth to David," Doris Alex said.

"He's busy," Janet chided jokingly.

"I'm asking if he wants me to push Rachel out the door, bitch," Doris Alex said.

Everyone had adopted Melisa's 'pet' name for Janet sometime during her two-week stay at the house. The two new Siblings were the most frequent users of the nickname, but I thought Janet might be giving them plenty of reasons for that.

"Oh, in that case," Janet said and crossed her legs.

"Open," I said immediately.

She smiled and opened her legs widely. Doris Alex moved to sit next to her.

"Nice," Doris Alex said as her fingers discovered the hairless state of Janet's pussy. "That's going to make for wonderful eating."

Like I told Melisa, Doris Alex and I thought alike.

"So do you want to get her out of the house?" Janet asked between gasps as Doris Alex's expert touch pushed her quickly towards the edge.

I shrugged in response.

"David, how can we give you what you want if you don't tell us?" Doris Alex said.

"You're doing fine right now, although I would prefer Janet's top on the floor," I said with a smile.

The poor top almost did not survive four hands trying to remove it as fast as possible. Doris Alex took a break from her questions to give Janet's breasts some much-deserved attention.

"So are you trying to drive her out?" Doris Alex asked after kissing a trail down Janet's tummy.

"No," I said.

"Then what?" she asked curiously.

"I'm driving her right into the door that Melisa is opening," I replied. Doris Alex's head snapped up and for a brief second her eyes flashed.

"What do you mean?" Janet asked me while staring at Doris Alex.

"Melisa's going to tell Rachel the truth," I said.

"About the Society," Doris Alex said pointedly.

"You're smarter than that," I told her.

She nodded after a second and raised an eyebrow in question.

"About herself," I said.

Doris Alex's green eyes flashed again and this time I was sure it was in anger. Janet sat up with a wide smile on her face looking like she could barely contain the urge to rub her hands together in expectation. I did not understand until Doris Alex stood up.

"Come, Sibling," Doris Alex said imperiously as she turned to my bedroom. "We have a Brother's needs to attend to."

She marched into my bedroom with Janet following eagerly. I discovered through the afternoon and evening that Doris Alex had an interesting method of expressing her anger towards a Brother. She was not pleased by Melisa's forthcoming honesty with Rachel and rightly figured I had a lot to do with it. It was beyond her to direct anger or disapproval towards a Brother so she channeled all that emotion into her sex drive. By the time her anger burned out, my room looked like a hurricane had taken residence.

"I'd like a pissed off Doris Alex under my Christmas tree," Janet whispered into my ear seconds before passing out on top of me.

I wondered what would be worse if Rachel found out about Melisa's plans or if my First succeeded; either way I would have a lethally angry Rachel or Doris Alex on my hands.

------

My favorite redhead had calmed significantly by the time we attended our next logic class. She was still giving me the cold shoulder, but I suspected that had more to do with our sex leaning to a forceful submission to my lust as long as she kept the snit alive.

After class, I bought lunch at the café, which I insisted she eat while sitting on my lap. She was wearing a small skirt, and my fingers were telling her I expected another night of submission when we got home. Doris Alex tried to get my fingers out of her when Rachel and Melisa sat down at the table. I drove my fingers deeper, setting in her mind that I was going to get what I wanted and it was her place to give it. She opened her thighs a little wider to give me freer access.

If I did not find her attractive for the opposite reason, I would have said that Rachel had a set of balls on her any man would envy. After our last lunch discussion, she decided the best angle of attack was to steal what she saw as my allies. Being attractive and female, she had Michael eating out of her hand within an hour of choosing her new strategy. She sponsored Malia and Heather's sorority bids and insisted on sharing big sister responsibilities with Janet. The little Rank-grabber was a harder sell, but the attention being given her two charges softened her up some. It was obvious; at least to me that Janet was also trying to find a way of getting Rachel in bed. I think Janet would have found a way to compete for the cramps Melisa experienced during her period had my First enjoyed them.

Melisa was more attentive to me since our discussion but still spent most of her time with Rachel, though I was sure Rachel was no longer misinterpreting Melisa's loyalties. Rachel saved the best for last and had recently started a campaign to soften Doris Alex's attitude towards her.

It was an upcliff battle, but Rachel seemed game.

I watched her latest attempt while continuing to move my fingers in and out of Doris Alex covertly. Rachel misunderstood Doris Alex's silence as a weakening of the walls and made a hard charge to topple them. A couple of minutes later Doris Alex raised her hand to stop Rachel from talking. She pressed her forehead against my temple as a powerful orgasm flooded her being. A few gasps escaped he,r but she kept them quiet enough that only the people at our table knew what happened. She wrapped her arms around my neck and shivered for a few seconds as she bathed in the aftershock of her pleasure. Taking a deep breath, she turned towards Rachel.

"You were saying something, Rachel?" she asked with infinite politeness.

I don't know what a woman feels when she is given the opportunity to rub another woman's face in a hard reality, but Doris Alex dropped the angry act after the cafe incident. She was very thankful for the chance to show Rachel how deeply her loyalty lay with me.

Given the opportunity to compare an angry Doris Alex to a grateful one, I could not say which I preferred sexually.

-----

Rachel resorted to sniping me at every opportunity after losing the battle for Doris Alex. The real problem was Doris Alex's little show awakened Rachel to the fact that no one had gone over to her side. The only thing she gained was what I gave her, deeper access to Melisa.

The sniping got old for her very quickly since I found it more amusing than offensive. Part of what helped me ignore her caustic remarks was a mystery I discovered the week before. I caught a trend in one of the Sibling's behavior and carefully watched to see if it bore out. When my suspicions proved valid, I acted to rectify something that promised to be a much larger annoyance than Rachel's acid tongue.

I knocked on Malia and Heather's dorm room door early Thursday afternoon. Heather answered and acted surprised to see me.

"Malia's not here," she said quietly as I walked by her.

I nodded and turned to watch as she closed the door. She walked to her bed and leaned back against it.

"You had lunch with Rachel and Melisa, right?" I asked.

She nodded with an anticipating smile on her lips. Her mane of colt brown hair was in a ponytail. She was wearing a skirt and white button-down shirt. I studied her before speaking again.

"You were on your way out," I stated.

She nodded again.

"Where to?"

"Class," she said.

"Your class isn't until four thirty," I said looking at the clock. "It's only one pm."

"I was going to hang out in front of the building," she said hurriedly.

I moved so fast she jumped a little as I pressed her body against the bed. I trapped her ponytail in my fist and pinned it to the mattress. My hold pulled her head back exposing an expanse of vulnerable neck.

"Why?" I asked softly.

Her eyes fluttered as her body felt the touch of danger I laced my words with. The look in her eyes said clearly she had pushed me on purpose.

"I was bored," she said toeing the line.

"Wrong question," I said pulling her head even further back by wrapping more of her hair around my hand.

Her eyes widened as I stared into them.

"Why were you going to hang out in front of a classroom building instead of my house?" I asked making the danger of my mood overt.

"I..."

"You didn't think I would notice that you're the only Sibling that doesn't spend her free time in my house?" I asked.

She tried to shake her head, but not to say no to my question.

"Susan finds a reason to see me everyday... just in case," I said, "like every Sibling except Melisa finds a reason to stop by Professor Ryan's office when he's on campus."

Her breathing came in gasps.

"Is there something about me you don't like, Sibling?" I said.

She fought my grip on her hair to shake her head vigorously.

"So there was another reason that I found myself horny and without a willing Sibling this afternoon, even though you had plenty of free time?"

Heather froze at the look in my eyes. I pushed my groin into her stomach and rubbed my hard cock on her. Those gray eyes lost focus as she took a chest expanding breath and melted her lower body to me.

"I am a Brother," I whispered.

She nodded.

"My pleasure is your responsibility, and you failed, Heather," I said.

I grabbed her shirt at the neckline and ripped it open. I let go of her hair to take a tight grip on her arms. I spun her around and pulled the shirt off her body. The bra clasp snapped; I tossed the bra behind me. By that time, she had unbuttoned her skirt and was pushing it along with her panties to the floor. I stripped naked quickly so that I could press my hard-on against her ass. I pulled back and guided my tip down the valley of her asscheeks. I found the right alignment and pushed forward. She groaned as she felt the pressure against her rosebud. I wrapped her hair around my hand again and pulled her head back.

"You made me walk across campus to get what I wanted, Heather," I whispered against her ear.

Her pushed her ass trying to force me into it.

"You knew I had plans for you, didn't you?" I continued. "You have this absolutely perfect ass. I was going to fuck you there, even before I did it to Melisa, Doris Alex, Susan, Malia, or even Janet; and you have no idea how badly Janet wants me in her juicy little ass."

She groaned as she felt the pressure of my dick opening her body.

"But your inattentiveness requires disciplining."

"No, David," she begged.

I was glad to see she had learned to say my name in the middle of her passion.

"You've lost that privilege," I pronounced. "Remember that the next time you try to test a Brother. I noticed you weren't around, and now you're going to have to be a very good little Sibling to earn what I wanted to give you for being so fucking fine."

I dropped my hips and fucked deep into her pussy. She screamed as her body locked around me in orgasm.

Heather was lucky Malia arrived in time to tag her out, or she would have been late for class. Malia found that in the mood Heather drove me to she was not a struggle-fuck match for me.

-----

I decided I was spending too much time at the cafe when on Sunday the guy did not ask what I wanted. I never gained the habit of enjoying the eating process so I always ordered the same thing making it fairly easy for him to remember. I sat down and was starting to enjoy a quiet afternoon when Rachel walked through the front doors. The guy did not have to ask what she wanted either. She plopped down across from me and ate quietly. I almost thanked her for the reprieve that allowed me to finish eating.

"You control everyone in your house," she said after she cleared the table of our trays.

"At least you're not asking questions, just making statements," I said.

"You even controlled me," she said in a voice barely touching what looked liked heartfelt anger.

I sighed knowing things were about to get ugly.

"Melisa said you told her to open up to me," she said staring hard at me.

"You feel something for her," I said. "You deserve to see where it might take you."

"It's not going to take me anywhere you don't allow. You let me have every bit that she has given me," she said gritting her teeth. "Melisa belongs to you. She doesn't just say it; she fucking means it!"

"And you want her to belong to you," I said.

"No," she said.

I sat back and raised an eyebrow.

"You used to belong to me," she said clearly.

That was the last thing I expected her to say.

"No, I didn't," I replied.

"That's what I recently discovered," she said quietly.

"You have a problem with that?" I asked curiously.

"Everything about us, you controlled," she said. "I thought it was me deciding to like your attention but not letting it go any farther."

I nodded.

"But you set the limits," she said angrily. "You decided how far you would let this go."

I laughed at how close she got but how far away it would seem to her if she figured it all out.

"Bastard!"

"Melisa's description," I said. "You two have gotten closer."

The cutting glare from her blue eyes clued me in that I had not chosen the best words to express my approval of the new intimacy between Melisa and her. Her stomping out sealed that I could have handled that conversation better.

"That girl is pissed off!" Alyssa said as she sat down.

I stared at her for a second. Doris Alex sat down across from her.

"Does your sorority have the entire campus wired?" I asked.

"What?" Alyssa asked surprised.

"It strikes me it can't be a coincidence that every time I have lunch here, you show up," I said to her.

Doris Alex laughed.

"This place is in the middle of campus, and you always sit at the same table, which is clearly visible from the street," Alyssa pointed out.

I raised an eyebrow to tell her; I was not buying it, but I was not going to push either.

"Can you come by my room?" she said.

"Now?"

"When you're done eating," she replied looking around for my food.

I nodded towards the garbage and smiled at her look of disappointment. She was probably hungry and looking for a non-Accord snack.

"Why hasn't Rachel moved out?" I asked Alyssa.

"Why are you asking me?" she replied to avoid the question.

"I figure you might be the only one in my life that can tell me," I said.

She bit her lip.

"She's pretty close to being in love with Melisa," Alyssa said carefully.

I nodded.

"You've given her have enough to figure out how she feels about you," Alyssa said quietly.

I sat back and stared at her.

"I've watched you when she's in the room," she said looking at me seriously. "You orient your body so that you can watch her even if you don't. You're holding open the door for her, but she's angry because you won't come through it to get her. If you'd given me that kind of attention I would have been fucking you the moment I thought wanting to see me naked had crossed your mind. I guess Rachel needs more than I do."

"I'm older than you," I said.

"What does that have to do with it?" she asked angrily.

I raised my hand to silence her.

"I'm six years older than you," I said. "And that's only how much longer I have been alive. I lived and learned more. One of the things I learned is that there are a lot of different ways to hunt."

"Hunt?"

"You can track down the prey until you get close enough for the kill," I said ignoring her question. "It's a good method but with you I chose the opposite."

"You've been hunting me?" she asked incredulously.

"I've known your class schedule every semester since we met," I said with a smile. "I became curious when I kept seeing you in the same places, sort of like how you always show up when I'm here."

"You knew?" Alyssa said with her suddenly not-plain blue eyes widening as she blushed.

"Every step you stalked your prey has committed you more and more to the hunt," I said driving the words deep into her psyche.

"You let me... You let me!" Alyssa said excitedly.

She turned to look at Doris Alex who shook her head and shrugged. They both turned to look at me.

"I don't know what Rachel needs to figure things out. She has the answer, she just doesn't want to speak it," I said. "But there was no reason to chase you down, Alyssa. You were coming for me. It has taken you annoyingly longer than I hoped, but you looked like you were having fun wanting and not having. If I'm right, it means you like lots of foreplay. I'll remember that in case you and I have a first time."

The walk to the sorority house was quiet. I wondered if for the second time that day I had gone too far. I shrugged; Alyssa was too committed to her hunt to turn around when she found out the wolf was waiting for her in its lair.

There were a few surprised looks from other sisters as we made our way to Alyssa's door. She stood aside after opening it so Doris Alex and I could enter. I looked around at what could have been one of a thousand rooms on campus. There were some feminine touches but for the most part the room was as generically college decorated as possible. I looked at Alyssa and around the room.

"Still searching for who you are?" I asked her.

Her eyes moved nervously to Doris Alex who smiled comfortingly.

"Is it sexual too?" I asked sitting on the bed.

"What?" Alyssa asked.

"The search for an identity," I clarified. "Is it sexual too?"

"Do you know all the answers?" she asked with a bit of pique.

I smiled remembering my words to Rachel.

"I live with my answers," I said. "I want to make sure you understand the question before I have to live with yours."

"I didn't understand a word of that," she said with a smile. "But I'm not Rachel, so excuse me for saying 'Fuck it'."

I smiled as Alyssa turned towards Doris Alex and then back to me.

"Tell her," she said nodding towards Doris Alex.

"Tell her what?" I asked playing dumb.

"What we talked about," she said. "Tell her."

I nodded but decided to continue the tease.

"Alyssa wants you to stop..." I started but was cutoff as Alyssa nearly tackled me.




A Master's Ring: Book 03



Book III: Inside The Shuuraku Gates

=====Chapter 41=====

I sat in the papa-san chair staring out the window. Rachel packing that morning stunned everyone in the house. There was a rush into my room, but no one asked any questions after I told them to give Rachel whatever help she needed. The Siblings' return from helping Rachel move her stuff to the sorority house was the only break in the silence for two hours.

Melisa opened my door slowly and peeked inside. She gave me a weak smile and walked in. Closing the door behind her, she climbed into my bed and lay down on her stomach. Her gentle sobbing made me turn towards her.

"Why did you let her go?" she whispered brokenly.

"It's her choice, Melisa."

"You could have made her stay!"

"She did not want to," I said. "Rachel does not want me."

"That's bullshit!" Melisa angrily replied as she sat up facing me.

Her hair was as disarrayed as I had ever seen it. The door opened; Doris Alex entered and slowly approached the bed. As she sat down, Doris Alex gave Melisa a small smile and gently patted her leg.

"Are you okay?" Doris Alex asked Melisa softly.

"David said Rachel left because she didn't want him!" Melisa said harshly.

"Why do you think Rachel left?" Doris Alex whispered.

"David wouldn't..." Melisa started to say but shook her head and lay down.

Doris Alex stroked Melisa's back while she cried.

"I know you wanted Rachel here, baby," Doris Alex whispered. "But this isn't what she wants."

"She wants to be with David," Melisa protested. "I know it!"

"That's not the real problem, is it?" I asked her.

"David, don't!" Doris Alex said.

"What?" Melisa asked sitting up again.

"Melisa," I replied quietly, "the problem you have is not that I allowed Rachel to leave, but..."

"What are you talking about?" Melisa interjected angrily before turning nervous eyes towards Doris Alex.

"...that you are in love with her," I continued as if Melisa had not spoken.

"David!" Doris Alex hissed.

"Don't talk to him like that!" Melisa said viciously, her eyes turning icy at Doris Alex's tone. Their eyes clashed and Doris Alex bowed her head submissively after a few seconds.

"I'm sorry, David," Doris Alex whispered.

Melisa threw herself back on the bed and started crying again. Doris Alex looked at her incredulously; Melisa's mood swings could be dizzying.

"Go get her!" Melisa pleaded with me sitting up again.

"That's not an option," I said. "Like I said, Rachel has made her choice."

"I want her here with me!" Melisa yelled.

"That's not going to happen," I told her patiently.

"Why do you have to be so cold?" she asked crying. "Rachel left!"

"It was her choice to leave, Melisa," I said.

"No one has a choice," Melisa said harshly. "I want her here. Bring her back!"

"No," I said with finality.

"But David, I love her," Melisa said brokenly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Then go with her, Melisa," I said.

Doris Alex gasped, and Melisa's green eyes opened impossibly wide. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds before turning towards me.

"Rachel made a decision, Melisa," I said. "Follow your heart, if that is what you want to do."

"Bastard!" Melisa screamed and jumped out of the bed.

She slammed the door shut behind her and stomped up to her room.

"That was cruel, David," Doris Alex said. "Rachel is her first love. Her daddy doesn't really count; and you're not very loveable, especially right now."

"Melisa manipulated Rachel into this," I said staring out the window again. "It would have been better had she let it lie where I had it buried."

"Rachel grew up a lot here," Doris Alex pointed out. "She made a lot of good decisions in the last few months. The Rachel I knew would never have been able to leave this place before she lived with you. Melisa manipulates all of us, but she gives back more than she gets.""

"You're defending her?" I asked somewhat surprised.

"No," she said. "But why are you attacking her?" I smiled and leaned my head back against the chair.

"How long have you been a Sibling, Doris Alex?" I asked tiredly.

"All of my life," she said. "A Brother's arms were the first to hold me."

"All that time, and you do not understand us, or maybe it's just me that you do not understand," I said shaking my head.

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't attacking Melisa; I was clarifying her choices," I said. "Stay here or follow her heart."

"She can't do that!" Doris Alex said angrily.

"Why not?" I asked.

"The Brotherhood would kill them," she insisted. "Melisa is not indoctrinated; they would never trust her to keep quiet."

"They would be busy trying to survive me," I told her.

"What?!?"

"I owe Rachel that much," I said. "I owe Melisa even more."

"You don't owe Rachel your life," Doris Alex said.

"Melisa brought Rachel into this house for me; it puts the onus of her death on my shoulders if the Brotherhood decides it is necessary now that she has left," I said. "Melisa was loyal for ten years before we came together, if Rachel is what she wants then I will do what I can to make it possible."

"You're not that good, David," Doris Alex said. "No one is."

I smiled widely at the window.

"I only have to force a purge," I whispered. "Two lovebirds might be forgotten in that mess."

"They'll kill you for even saying it," Doris Alex said anxiously.

I laughed.

"Like I said, you still don't understand us," I told her turning to face her. "Rachel was allowed to move into a house full of Siblings and a Brother. Is there a dumber fucking way to keep a secret? It was not an accident."

Doris Alex shook her head in denial.

"I met Rachel before I met any of you," I said. "Whatever I... feel... for her existed before the Brotherhood. She had to be brought in or made to refute me. I've never given Rachel a chance to say yes, so she's never had the opportunity to say no. It's done now, and my commitment to her is almost at an end. Melisa choosing to stay even though she loves Rachel would cut the last string between Rachel and me. There would be nothing in my life except the Brotherhood."

"But you said if we told Rachel about the Society you would kill her," she said.

"I would have killed her, Doris Alex," I told her quietly. "The Brotherhood would have preferred it. Melisa could not have stayed with me after that; she would return to her dad, and there would be no reason to keep her un-indoctrinated. Killing Rachel would not have changed your mind about anything, you would still be with me."

"How could you say that you would have killed Rachel, and tell me you will protect them if Melisa ran to her?" she asked.

"If you told Rachel about the Brotherhood, it would have imprisoned her in my life; better she die than to have my arms be the bars of her cell," I answered. "Rachel chose freely, and so will Melisa. It is MY decision, not a Sibling's, to allow the girls their choices. The Brotherhood understood the risks bringing me in represented. All brothers fight, in our family blood is shed when we do."

"You can't really be like this," Doris Alex said with tears in her eyes.

"Tell Melisa what I've said, Doris Alex," I told her. "She needs to learn to think about the consequences of her manipulations in case they fail. She would be better served to stick with manipulating her fellow Siblings and me."

"Melisa may run if I tell her Rachel leaving was a part of the Brotherhood's plans," Doris Alex whispered but could not quite make it sound convincing. "She won't like having been manipulated."

"You're a Sibling, Doris Alex," I said in hard voice. "You, who live and breathe for us, should have known that no Sibling really acts except at the will of the Brotherhood. There is no reason for the Brotherhood to manipulate Siblings; you all do a wonderful job of doing exactly what we want. Put the dice in Melisa's hands, let her roll them."

"She won't leave you, David," she said angrily. "Whatever she feels for Rachel, it does not compare with what she needs from you."

"Is that not the Brotherhood's will?" I asked her.

"Then how is this a fair test?" she asked raising her voice.

"A Brother does not give tests, Sibling," I said. "Melisa was put to a task; the surgical removal of Rachel from my life. She did a commendable job."

"You're breaking Melisa's heart, David," she said.

"You don't understand other Siblings either, do you?" I asked.

"What?"

"So incredibly intelligent, Doris Alex, and so blind to the world around you," I said. "Melisa will cry, probably a lot. She'll even throw a tantrum or two, but a part of her will celebrate Rachel walking out of my life."

"She's not like that!" Doris Alex defended loudly. I laughed for a few seconds and looked at her shaking my head.

"Don't let love blind you, Doris Alex," I instructed her. "We are counting on you."

"Fuck you!"

"Go, Doris Alex," I commanded. "I would hate for some other Sibling to offer a shoulder for Melisa to cry on."

Doris Alex was halfway to the door before she realized that she was moving. She grasped the door handle before turning to look at me.

"So is it over between you and Rachel?" she asked.

I shook my head; at least, Brothers admit they do not understand Siblings.

"There was no 'Rachel and me'," I told her.

She smiled widely.

"This is the first time I've heard a Brother lie to himself," she said raising an eyebrow.

"Is there a you and me?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Is there a Melisa and me?"

"For the last ten years, David," she answered.

"Where does Rachel sleep tonight, Doris Alex?" I asked turning towards the window.

Silence met my question.

"Were you surprised Rachel left?" I asked.

"No, David," she said coolly. "I wasn't."

"So tell me again that I am lying to myself when I say there was never a 'Rachel and me'," I said replied softly. "There was just me."

-----

It was twilight outside before the doors opened again. I had sat staring out the window since Doris Alex left the room. I turned my head to watch Heather close the doors behind her. She leaned against them staring at me. Her lips were touched by a mysterious smile.

"How are you feeling?" she asked softly.

I shrugged continuing to study her.

"Ah... that incredible David stoicism," she said walking forward to lean on the bed frame.

"What do you want, Heather?" I asked harshly.

She smiled and posed for me. Her blue jeans were like second skin, and the white button-down shirt struggled to contain her breasts. Heather was teasing me with bounty of her body.

"It's not what I want that's important, David," she said biting her lower lip. "It is what you, as a Brother, need that is important to me."

I stared at her.

"Melisa is all about her; her; and then some more for her," Heather said thoughtfully. "If you scratch the surface of any of her manipulations, it's always about her."

She traced the bed frame until she stood closer to me.

"Doris Alex is the same way," she continued. "The Society this... the Society that; everything that girl does is for all of us. I think those two are a little selfish, don't you?"

"Aren't you a little selfish also, Heather?" I asked curiously.

"Very!" she said proudly. "I'm going to enjoy all the Rank that getting you over this hump will gain me; especially the look on Doris Alex and Melisa's face when they realize you needed something, and they didn't immediately give it to you."

"Hmmm," I said. "What do I need, Heather?"

She smiled and stood in front of me.

"Melisa was a fucking idiot," she said with feeling. "Rachel needed the idea of David more than she could ever want you. So what does the stupid bitch that you have for a First do; she brings Rachel here, the worst possible thing she could have done for you. It was fine as long as Rachel was kept at a distance, wasn't it? You could want her, but you didn't have to deal with it. Now, you know what she looks like naked. You've seen the pleasure on her face when she cums. You've been in the room with her desire for you and had to let her walk away."

I gritted my teeth and had to relax my jaw before speaking.

"What's your point, Heather?" I asked in an ominous voice.

"I don't have a point, David," she said breathlessly. "I have a need; your need to express all that frustration eating at you from inside."

"You don't want to push this, Heather," I warned.

I saw the hand go up; I could have moved but did not. Heather knew how to throw her weight around so the slap hit me with every ounce of power her body could produce. My head snapped to the right and color bled from my vision. Heather took a step back and laughed.

"You can even blame it on that if you want to," she said with the barest hint of fear in her voice. "Instead of hating that Rachel left."

My hand was closing around her throat as she spoke the last word. I pushed her backwards hard and kept going until she crashed into one of the doors. The sound of glass breaking made me smile. She snarled, and I stared unbelievingly as her left hand rose.

THE BITCH SLAPPED ME AGAIN!

Red flooded my vision as I grabbed the front of her shirt. I spread my hands ripping the buttons off. My body moved automatically to block the knee heading towards my groin. I let go of her shirt with my right hand and spun her towards the bed. She hit and tried to bounce off, but my knee was on her ass. Heather wrestled to keep the shirt on as I grabbed it. I took a grip on her hair and yanked back. She gasped in pain giving me the time necessary to take her left arm out of the shirt. I adjusted my weight as she struggled to turn around. Her body recognized the window of opportunity, and she managed to get on her back. It made taking her other arm out of the shirt easier. She realized her mistake at the last second and tried to hold on to it. I ripped the shirt out her hands and threw it over my shoulder.

She was wearing a white tank-top underneath. I grabbed the shoulder strap and pulled. Heather grabbed my wrist, but she was too late to save the strap. She dug her nails into my wrist as I grabbed the other strap. It did not forestall ripping it off. I bunched the cloth between her breasts in my fist to pull her into a sitting position. Her hand came up for another slap but froze at my growl. The hesitation was all I needed to pull the tank-top over her head.

Heather put her hands over her bra-encased breasts and lay down. I grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head. Holding her wrists in one hand, I let her fight the grip. She heaved with her hips, and her eyes widened as I used her motion to place a thigh between her legs. Her thighs gripped my leg tightly trying to prevent the loss of any more ground. I pressed my leg upwards until it was against her pussy. I smiled as she instinctively rubbed against my leg for a second before remembering she was fighting me. She tried to heave again, and it got my other leg between hers. Heather tried to break my grip on her wrists again by pulling them apart but got nowhere.

Her bra had a front-snap that did not survive a hard tug. I let go of her hands, which she immediately used to cover her breasts. The motion got her upper back off the bed letting my hands grab the bra from behind. Heather wrapped her legs around me and tried to turn me to no avail. I wrestled the bra over her head making it easier to remove her arms from it. She surrendered the bra and took advantage of my motion to throw it aside to punch me in the ribs. I pinned her left arm down by putting my right forearm on her bicep. I captured the other arm and brought it over so that I could grab it with my right hand; having her arms trapped with one arm left me a free hand. I palmed her left breast and squeezed. Her hips pushed against me but with nowhere near the force needed to dislodge me.

I leaned my head down and bit her left nipple. She screamed in surprise and shoved at me hard. I released her nipple and switched the arm that I was using to keep her arms immobile. I palmed her right breast and looked at her. The bite had only been hard enough to get a shocked reaction from her. I smiled as I leaned down to her right nipple. She screamed again as I bit with more force.

"FUCKER!" she screamed as I sucked her nipple into my mouth hard.

I switched arms pinning her down again and sucked her left nipple hard. I moved my lips up and bit the side of her neck. She craned her neck to the side giving me room so I put my teeth to her twice more. My hand slipped down to the front of her jeans. Heather fought again as she felt my hand undo her belt.

I sucked her nipple into my mouth to distract her. The belt came undone as her body focused on the sensations washing over her. I moved up to her neck and bit the other side. She gave me the room needed to work there, not noticing that I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. I forced my hand into her jeans as I took her lips with mine. Heather was not wearing panties so moistness greeted my fingers' invasion. I could not get enough room to fuck my fingers into her so I propped up. I stepped back from between her legs; she looked confused but recovered quickly. She turned over on her stomach, which was exactly what I wanted. My hands grabbed the waist of her jeans as she got up on her knees. I tugged them over her bountiful ass causing her to gasp as air struck her skin. Heather grabbed on to her jeans but it was too late. I used my hold to put her on her back. I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and yanked the jeans up her legs. She kicked trying to get them back down. I pushed my crotch into the back of her legs and wrapped an arm around her thighs effectively blocking her efforts. I grabbed a sneaker with my free hand and pulled it off her foot. She tried to kick me in the face, which was too much even for me.

I turned her almost to her side, showed her my open hand, pulled it back, and spanked her ass cheek hard. Her back snapped straight, and she moaned. Heather looked up at me with a sexually angry glint in her eye, closed her hand into a fist, and punched me in the chest. I took a deep breath, turned her almost on to her stomach, and spanked the other ass cheek hard. She tried to get up on her knees, but changed her mind when I spanked each cheek again. Heather grabbed her ass cheeks and turned on to her back. She considered her options momentarily, giving me enough time to take off her other sneaker. She must have decided on a step back because she grabbed her jeans. It might have been an effective defense except I pushed her legs towards her chest and fucked two fingers into her.

"SHIT!" she yelled and let go of her jeans.

I tugged them over her feet and dumped them beside the bed. She forced her hips towards me penetrating her pussy deeper with my fingers. I pumped them in and out of her powerfully as I placed each of her legs on either side of me. She looked at me when I pulled the fingers out of her body. I trailed them up her the centerline of her body, colored each nipple with her flavor, and thenput them against her lips. She turned her face away so I grabbed a fistful of her hair. Her eyes glared defiantly as she sucked my fingers. I pulled my shirt over my head tightening my torso for the punch. She got three of them off before I got her hands back under control. I placed her hands by her sides and leaned on them. Heather wrapped her legs around me again and squeezed hard. I wedged myself downwards until I had her nipple in my mouth. Her thighs pulsed against me as I licked a circle around one nipple and bit it. She moaned when I did the same to the other. I let go of her hands and pulled her head back with both my hands in her hair. She groaned when I suckled at her neck. I felt her racing pulse through my teeth as I let her hair go and moved my hands to my pants. She tried to move but the pressure of ivory on her neck held her in place. I undid my pants and pushed them down my hips. She moved experimentally so I took her skin to the breaking point in warning. I kicked my shoes off and worked my pants down my legs until I could kick them off too. I released my hold on her throat and wrapped my arms around her thighs. She pushed against me but I used her momentum to bring her ass to the edge of the bed. I spread her legs and stared into her eyes with my dick pointing to her wet core.




A Master's Ring: Book 03



"Place me!" I said.

She shook her head hard.

"Place me, Sibling," I growled. "Or I'll turn you over, and we'll see how you like having your ass taken in one dry stroke."

Heather tilted her head to the side and seemed to think about which she would prefer. I shook my head angrily, pulled her pussy into position by my grip on her legs, and thrust into her. Her pussy opened for my cock and slammed shut with me half inside her. I changed my grip on her legs so that I held her below her knees. I pushed her legs against her chest and fucked into her by dropping all of my weight onto her pussy.

"FUCK YEAH!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as I hit bottom.

She grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard as I pulled back and pounded into her. Her pussy flowered for a second and locked me in powerful grip as her body convulsed in orgasm. I forced my dick out of her grip and powered into her again. I dropped my head back and lost myself in the powerful strokes of fucking Heather. My heart pounded with the rhythm that my body beat against the inside of her thighs. Heather arched her back and let out a soul-fucked scream as her body absorbed my power and begged for more.

I grit my teeth and let it all out into the willing receptacle Heather offered. I do not know how long I hammered mercilessly into her body, but it did not seem long enough when I felt the pressure inside me break through a wall. I wrapped my arms around Heather's thighs again and stood straight up. Her weight rested on her upper back, neck and back of her head as I lifted her lower body off the bed. I spread my legs wide, and fucked in and out of her as fast and as hard as I could. Heather spread her arms out wide and screamed my name as I thickened inside of her. It felt like liquid metal was passing through my body when I came. My balls pulled tight against my body, and my chest itched as I pulled my hips back one last time. I fucked into Heather as deep as I could and held the pressure against her body. It poured out of me in waves as her pussy squeezed, released and squeezed again. Her body convulsed as I painted the inside of her pussy with heat.

Heather stared up at me trying to gain control of her breathing when my orgasm passed. I stared back at her with a tiny smile touching my face. I stepped back pulling her almost off the bed. I let her legs go and grabbed her hair. I forced Heather to her knees in front of me. She looked up at me as I pulled her face into my crotch. Her hands came up to hold my aching dick still. She licked the length of me while looking into my eyes. I was still mostly hard, and the hunger for more in her eyes kept me that way as she sucked me into her mouth. I pulled out of her mouth, lifted my dick out the way, and pushed my balls against her lips. Her eyes closed as she inhaled our combined essence. Heather's tongue came out and touched me. She held her head motionless as I moved my hips to use her tongue to soothe the ache. Heather put one hand on my stomach and grabbed my dick at the base with the other. She took me into her mouth and moved her hands to my ass. Her eyes turned up to me and pleaded. I spread my legs apart and fucked into her mouth. Heather's eyes glazed and her hands squeezed the back of my thighs. I took her hands in two fists pulling her face into me. She swallowed while I was deep inside her mouth. I pulled back, and she gasped for breath. Her lips created a seal around my dick head and she sucked hard. Nails were driven into my leg spurring me to take her mouth again. I felt her relax as she gave her mouth over to my pleasure.

I dug my fingers against her scalp and pumped my hips slowly. My dick hardened completely as her tongue massaged me. Her eyes were blissful when they looked up at me again. I stopped my motion to trace her cheekbone with a finger. Her eyes asked a question that I answered with a hard thrust into her mouth. She gagged in surprise, and I pulled back. Heather dug her nails into my legs in payback so I drilled her mouth again. Her teeth touched me threateningly but released when I pulled her hair hard. I gave her mouth another hard stroke using my hands in her hair to keep her still. Her hands stroked my skin as she welcomed the next hard pump into her mouth. I pulled her head against me pushing as much of myself as I could into her. Her fingers gripped my legs as she tried to open her throat to my cock. The mad gyrations of her tongue on the bottom of my cock felt fantastic as I pulled back to let her breathe. I stroked in and out of her mouth for a minute before pulling completely out of her. She looked up at me, angry at having lost her toy. I stood her up by the simple expedient of pulling her hair and turned her around to push her onto the bed on her stomach.

Heather must have remembered her intention of making me fight for every inch because she tried to crawl away. I grabbed her ankles and yanked back hard. She bounced on the bed on her stomach and tried to pull her legs free from my hands. I let go of her and brought my open hand down on her ass again. The sharp taint of sensation froze her giving me enough time to place her body so that her hips cornered the bed. I straddle her legs and pressed my groin against her ass. She pushed back with her lower body trying to dislodge my mount. I grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my fist. I pulled her head back and up until her body was in perfect position.

"NO!" she yelled as I fucked into her in one stroke.

She put her hands on the bed and pushed up to relieve the pressure on her hair. My hips went back and I fucked into her as hard as I could. She let out a gurgling sound like she was drowning in her own saliva, and her ass tightened as she stood on the edge of another orgasm. I brought my hand down on her ass again pushing her closer. She slammed her head into the bed pulling me down by the grip I had on her hair.

"Oh God!" she whispered as her hands fisted the bed sheets, and she pulled them towards her body. "Jesus, please one more!"

"NO!" she screamed when I pulled completely out of her pussy.

Heather tried to turn around, but I held her in place with a hand at the small of her back. I let go of her hair and brought that hand to her clit. I pressed against it and applied circular pressure to get her off.

"BASTARD!" she screamed as her body came.

I took my hand away and fucked into her again.

"Thank you... thank you... thank you," she chanted with her pussy palpitating around my cock.

I let my dick soak in her juices as she floated down from the heights of her pleasure. My fingers wrote trails on the skin of her ass then delved into its valley. I pried open her ass cheeks until her rosebud winked at me. I pulled my cock out so that only the head was inside of her and used my fingers to gather the leavings of her orgasm. I fucked into her again causing her to grunt. Her asshole drank the liquids that dripped from my carefully placed fingers. Heather groaned as I touched a fingertip to her anus and pushed it in.

"You're going to pay for those slaps, Heather," I told her penetrating my finger completely into her ass. "You're going to pay with your ass."

Heather put her hands underneath her chest and tried to push up. I pulled my finger out of her ass, and my dick out her pussy.

"Stay still!" I commanded in a hard voice.

She collapsed back on the bed and shivered.

"Spread your ass for me, Sibling!"

Her hands went around her body, and she grabbed her ass cheeks to spread them as wide as she could.

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I lay on the bed with the morning light pushing the darkness out of my room. Heather was lying with most of her upper body on top of me. The ass-fuck drained both of us, and we fell asleep soon after. She woke up to me wiping her ass with moist towel, which she enjoyed thoroughly. I turned her over, crawled up her body, and fucked her face until I was ready to explode. Her pussy quenched the need long enough for me to fuck her to orgasm. She woke up later with my dick entering her ass for the second time that night. She fought me harder than any other time especially after I was fully lodged inside of her. My hips gave her ass a thorough spanking that produced blood-curdling screams. I heard the door open a couple of times as other Siblings checked to make sure Heather did not need to tag out. Doris Alex even approached the bed, only to be cursed out for interrupting before Heather came the hardest she had the whole night.

"You broke some of the glass panes," Heather said luxuriously.

She pointed to the right door and counted cracked glass squares.

"Five, that's pretty good," she said triumphantly.

"Hmm," I said lazily.

"You should tell Melisa to get that fixed; she's real good at that kind of stuff," Heather said cattily.

I was almost too tired to bring my hand up and down hard on her ass, but a Brother needs to keep Sibling competition below a certain level of hostility. Heather wiggled and sighed happily after my hand struck her.

I stared toward the window for a few minutes before closing my eyes to let sleep take me.

=====Chapter 42=====

One of the best things about money is the ability to pay for other people's inconvenience. Prior to the Brotherhood, I had to take classes when the martial arts instructor gave classes; a padded bank account meant I took classes when I had time, even if it was only he and I on the mat.

The master and I faced each other with bokken in our hands. The emptiness had swallowed me the moment I entered the school. I did not have a single clean kill in nine matches, but the master had died with me each time. His eyes were grave as he stared into my empty ones.

I adjusted my feet offering an opening that he leapt into.

Ten simultaneous kills.

We bowed to each other and raised the wooden swords to our preferred guards. He stood still even after I offered him another trap. I tested his defense only to be rebuffed by his refusal to engage. We danced around each other for five minutes while he declined each offer to die together. Finally, I bowed to his greater skill; I could not sacrifice myself if he would not strike. He motioned for me to kneel and followed suit. We put the bokken in front of our knees. I closed my eyes and let the normal rhythm of breathing return. The master was studying me when I opened them again.

"Every student teaches an instructor that is willing to learn," he said quietly. "I have students with years more experience than you, but none could have done what you did today. What is it you have to teach me?"

I tilted my head and thought about his words; thoughts of Rachel, Heather, and Melisa pounded at the walls of emptiness that surrounded me. Jason's voice answered his question; I translated.

"A samurai poem reads," I said.

"Death poems

are mere delusion

-death is death."

"I've heard it," he said quietly. "I've thought about its meaning."

"You will not die with a sword in your hands," I told him.

We sat quietly with my words between us. Finally, he stood up and invited me to another set of matches. I did not put wood to his body for the rest of my lesson while he killed me five times. He bowed respectfully before walking into his office. It was years before I saw anyone get even a simultaneous kill in a match against him.

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The hardest part was not looking at Rachel when I felt her nearby. Before she said no, my eyes were there to greet her when she turned towards me. My smile would answer her smile instantly. I had to control the urge to turn towards her when I felt her walk by my table in the dining hall to sit with her sisters. Her eyes touched me occasionally, but there was no longer a reason for me to look up from my book.

"You can look at her, David," Alyssa said sitting down next to me. My head went up in time for me to watch Sandra and Emily sit down at my table.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Rachel," Alyssa pointing over her shoulder at Rachel's retreating back. "You can still look at her; there's no law against that."

"I wouldn't want her to feel weird about what did not happen between us," I told her.

"She should definitely feel stupid though," Sandra said forcefully.

I turned to stare at her.

"Sorry," she said with a winsome smile before ducking her eyes away from mine.

"So your plan is not to look at her from now on?" Emily asked with a wide smile. "That's not going to get her back, you know."

"I'm going to smile, say hello, and talk to Rachel when it's appropriate, Emily," I answered. "I do not try to get people back; they leave for good reasons."

"When is it going to be appropriate?" Alyssa asked curiously.

"When she smiles, says hello, and talks to me," I said opening my book again. They were quiet for a few seconds before Alyssa spoke up again.

"You're done with all your food!" she complained.

I pushed my tray out of the way, and without looking pulled hers in front of me.

"Cool!" she exclaimed.

I leaned back for a stretch only to have Emily plop into my lap. Emily was something of a lap scavenger, who refused to sit in a chair if there was someone around for her to sit on. She had a marked preference for my lap.

"Pass my tray over!" Emily commanded Alyssa.

"Get it yourself," Alyssa snorted.

"I'll have to eat David's food," Emily warned.

"You would not dare!" Alyssa replied in a low voice sitting up ramrod straight.

Emily made a threatening motion with her fork at the food in front of me. Alyssa picked up the tray on the other side of her and passed it to Emily, who rearranged the trays so they were both in front me.

I slipped a hand under Emily's shirt and into her sweatpants. The girl must have really hated panties because she rarely wore them in my limited experience with her. My fingers pressed against her clit, and I massaged it gently while focusing on the words on the page.

"Is that book any good?" Alyssa asked after a few bites.

I closed it with a sigh; there was no point if the girls wanted my attention.

"No," I told her. "It was something to do, rather than stare at Rachel."

"There's nothing wrong with looking at her, David," Sandra informed me clinically.

"Would you want a man you just said no to staring at you while you ate?" I asked patiently.

"From what I hear, she didn't ACTUALLY say no," Sandra said defensively. "Plus even if she did say no, she definitely didn't mean it."

I reached out to capture a lock of her dark hair. Sandra drew closer as I pulled on it. I used her hair to pull her head aside exposing her neck to my lips. My teeth nibbled a line from her shoulder to the hollow behind her earlobe.

"Would you say no if you did not mean it?" I whispered to her.

"Yes!"

I reared my head back to look at her.

"You would?" I asked surprised.

"No?!?" she said then stuck out her hand to stop me from replying. "Do the neck thing again!"

I smiled and leaned down; instead of using my teeth, I kissed the line. She shivered when I looked into her eyes.

"So you would say no if you did not mean it?" I asked seriously.

"Yes!" she said in a committed voice.

"What?!?"

"Oh, wrong question!" she said with a blush and a shake of her upper body. "Sorry, I was just making sure you understood my answer is 'FUCK, YES!!!'"

"We already knew that," Emily said crassly.

I pushed two fingers into her and pulsed them against the top of her pussy. Emily gritted her teeth and grabbed my wrist tightly.

"Be nice!" I told her holding my fingers still.

"I promise to be very, very nice if you do the finger thing one more time," she gasped.

I rubbed in a small circle instead.

"FUCK, YES!!!" she grunted. Emily turned a pretty shade of pink when she came.

"My hero!" Sandra said jokingly and unceremoniously shoved Emily off me.

She took over possession of my lap and lifted her jean skirt a few inches wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively. Sandra squeezed my fingers as they entered her.

"Personally, I think the word no should never come out of my mouth around you," she told me.

"That's not a bad way to think, Sandra," Doris Alex said sitting down.

"Yeah, awesome philosophy!" Michael agreed with a very wide smile as he sat next to Doris Alex. "Let's put it to the test though. How about you and me meet in your room and fuck like we're the only two rabbits left on the planet so it is our duty to repopulate?"

Before Sandra could reply, Michael held up a hand.

"David is still here," Michael pointed out theatrically. "Tell me that you are not going to live up to the words you just said to him thirty seconds ago."

I curled my fingers inside of Sandra. She gasped and latched on to the table while the convulsions of an orgasm overcame her; it took a minute for her breathing to recover. She stared at Michael for another minute after that, before turning towards Doris Alex and Alyssa.

"Is he better than my plastic?" she asked the two girls.

"He's got a very talented tongue," Alyssa replied. "Unless your dildo can lick you, Michael is definitely a couple of steps above plastic. He's also got a clue on how to use his dick."

"Bitch!" Michael exclaimed.

"Michael's got his uses," Doris Alex espoused lazily. "David is definitely the chocolate cake; Michael is like the raspberry stuff they use to decorate the plate."

"Double Bitch!" Michael said dramatically putting his hands on his chest as if they had cast spears into it.

"Okay," Sandra said to Michael. "I don't think I'm ready for chocolate cake yet, so you'll have to do. God, I need dick!"

"My turn," Alyssa announced pushing Sandra off my lap.

After giving Alyssa what she wanted, my mind wandered as their conversation turned towards the winter formal that Michael's fraternity was hosting.

"Do you think she was serious?" Michael asked as the non-Siblings walked away.

"Who?" I asked paying attention again.

"Sandra," Michael said. "Was she serious about hooking up in her room?"

"Of course, she was," Doris Alex told Michael patiently. Sometimes, Doris Alex treated Michael like he was a fourteen-year-old boy too dumb not to plug his hard-on into a wall socket.

"You know, David," Michael said magnanimously. "You are my absolutely favorite Brother on the entire planet."

"This I have to hear," I told him.

"Yes, Michael," Doris Alex whispered. "Please explain."

"Well, it's like this," Michael said leaning back. "I've been screwing Alyssa most of the semester; most of my frat brothers think we're dating now."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Then there's Doris Alex, Janet, Malia, Heather, Susan, and Nancy," Michael said with a bright smile. "Tonight, it's Sandra, and I'm sure Emily is not far behind. You do all the work and I do all the fucking. Alyssa, Emily, and Sandra are hot as shit, and you spun their wheels in the middle of the dining hall. You warm them up, and I knock them down; it's the perfect partnership in my opinion."

"Hmm," Doris Alex said staring lazily at Michael.

"I can't touch Melisa, but it's not like she wants anything to do with any guy other than you so no biggie," Michael continued not heeding the cold look in Doris Alex's eyes. "The pussy's so good, I'm even willing to forgive you this whole Rachel fuck up. Man, getting into her pants would have been fierce!"

"Michael!" Doris Alex hissed.

"What?" Michael asked innocently without taking his eyes off me.

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I walked into the house that night to find all the Siblings in the living room. They surrounded an exhausted-looking Heather on the couch. She wore a white bathrobe and was fresh out of the shower. I smiled at her, which she returned with a weak one, playing her concerned audience for all they were worth. There was dark bruising on the left side of her neck I wanted to investigate. I moved to stand behind the couch, reached down, and untied her robe. Heather stretched out so that when I opened the robe her body was fully on display.




A Master's Ring: Book 03



Malia gasped at the bruising on Heather's body. I gestured for Heather to turn over. She removed the robe and got on her stomach. I outlined a bite mark on her left ass cheek with a finger.

"Turn around," I told her.

Heather got on her back and looked up at me. She moved to her knees and continued staring into my eyes.

Sibling Rank makes sense only to Siblings, but a Brother needs to understand how to affect it to reward a Sibling publicly. It does not take much: a finger tracing a cheekbone and lips, a gentle kiss, and looking at every other Sibling in the room.

Heather's eyes shone sun-bright when I turned back to her.

"Give her a bath," I told the rest of the room. "A long, hot one."

"She just took a shower!" Malia protested.

I turned towards her.

"I did not make a request," I said quietly. "I gave instruction."

"Malia!" Doris Alex interrupted when Malia opened her mouth to protest again. 

Doris Alex looked at me nervously as my knuckles rapped the back of the couch while I stared at Malia.

"I'm all for a bath," Heather said getting off the couch and grabbing her robe.

She was at the door before she noticed no one was following.

"Come! Come!" she said clapping her hands. "David said I get a bath; a long, hot bath. An orgasm or two isn't out of the question, right, Brother?"

I smiled at her.

"I couldn't imagine bathing a woman without a couple of relaxing orgasms to ensure the heat sinks in," I said sitting down on the couch.

Heather reveled in lording it over other Siblings so it was almost two hours before everyone trooped back into the living room. They took seats around me waiting expectantly. Rachel had served as a limit to Sibling behavior; they did not hide the fact I was at the center of their lives from her, but the dynamics of the house began to change the second she left. The nervousness in some of the eyes around me said Rachel still cast a shadow, but their insecurity was completely about my reaction to Rachel leaving now.

"David needs another sacrificial virgin tonight," Heather said in a strong voice.

I turned to look at her. Rank had been practiced with a certain amount of subtlety while Rachel resided in the house, but the look of aggression in Heather's eyes after she spoke made clear that Rank could be wielded like a sledgehammer.

"So you were the sacrificial virgin last night," Michael snorted sarcastically. "More like sacrificial slut!"

"I would rest that tongue of yours, Michael," Heather said crisply turning towards him. "You're going to be using it a lot tonight. I heard about your little tryst with Sandra, and I'm tagging along. David pounded the hell out of my body and the combination of Sandra's hands and your tongue sounds divine. You'll get all of Sandra's sweet little pussy that you can handle, just remember to close the door behind you when she and I fall asleep."

There were sledgehammers, and there was Heather with a sledgehammer. Michael nodded as if he expected no less from the Ranking Sibling. I almost smiled wondering what Janet with Rank and no limits on her behavior would be like.

"Sandra looks like she has a pretty talented mouth," he told Heather. "While I'm busy downstairs, it would be a good idea to have her work on your nipples. They're looking a little mangled. Cute, but mangled!"

He dodged Heather's thrown cushion.

"Don't forget my orgasm wake-up call, and breakfast in bed!" Heather said sticking her tongue out Michael.

"I'll do it," Malia announced.

I closed my eyes and hoped she meant something else. I opened them and turned towards her to find her eyes looking at me.

"I'll do everything Heather did last night with you," she said in a strong voice.

Her eyes flickered with fear; so many different reasons to be a Sibling, and Malia's had nothing to do with why Heather slapped me. I opened my mouth to say no when a flash of red crossed in front of me.

Every Sibling jumped at the sound of Doris Alex's open hand striking Malia's face with enough force to drop her. Malia was stunned for a second, but when she turned Doris Alex was standing over her like an Amazon. Malia's eyes filled with fear; much more fear than when she had volunteered to be with me.

"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Doris Alex screamed at the top of lungs.

Her hands were tightly fisted, and she raised them as if nothing would make her happier than for Malia to stand up so she could beat her back down.

"How fucking dare you offer a Brother what you would not freely give!" Doris Alex whispered with rage filling every cell of her body. "And for you to do it to this Brother."

The other Siblings were terrified; Susan and Nancy edged behind Stephanie, Melisa stood up slowly and moved so she was standing to my left with her hand on my shoulder, Janet nearly ran to the corner farthest away from Doris Alex, Michael scrambled over and behind his seat only to crash into Heather. The two fought for position trying to place the seat and an extra Sibling body between Doris Alex and them until the redheaded Valkyrie turned her eyes on them. They froze under her glare and tried to disappear by standing still.

Doris Alex turned baleful eyes on every Sibling in the room before looking down at Malia again; for a second, even I was convinced she was going to pound Malia to a pulp.

"Arrggh!" Doris Alex grunted loudly spinning in place to turn her back to Malia.

She was very close to losing control so I stood up and handed her a decorative ashtray figuring maybe something to throw would help calm her. Doris Alex snatched it out of my hand, turned around, and slammed it down next to Malia's head. Malia screamed in fear as broken glass sprayed her face.

"Doris Alex," I said forcefully.

Her green eyes turned towards me, but she dampened the flames before they touched me. Doris Alex closed her eyes and took a very deep breath. Melisa stepped tight against my back and wrapped her arms around my waist. I felt her peeking around my shoulder.

"My name is Doris Alexandra Smith, a child of the Sibling Bloodline Alexander; I Speak for Siblings," Doris Alex intoned loudly. "First Position."

The reaction to her words was immediate. Malia spun to her stomach, got on her knees with her ass on her ankles, placed one hand on top of the other flat on the ground, and rested her forehead on them. Michael and Heather moved to either side of the seat and assumed the same position. Janet, Susan, and Nancy were already in place when my eyes swept the room. Stephanie was bending her knees, but a look of confusion and shock came over face.

Doris Alex gasped as Stephanie straightened. Melisa's arms tightened around my waist as a new anger flooded Doris Alex's eyes.

"The indoctrination," I said curiously patting Melisa's hands.

"Melisa's not indoctrinated so she does not react to the control phrases," Doris Alex said to me without taking her eyes off Stephanie. She misunderstood my curiosity but I let it slide. Doris Alex took a step towards Stephanie.

"Doris Alex," I warned.

The redhead turned her body towards me but her eyes still bored into Stephanie.

"Leave her be," I told Doris Alex.

"David," Doris Alex said in a confused voice. "She's broken the indoctrination. It's not possible! Every Sibling except Melisa is indoctrinated. Brothers would never trust us if the indoctrination could be broken."

"The jury is already in on whether indoctrination can be broken," I told her. "Regardless, Stephanie is my business. Brothers will decide what to do with her."

"She's a Sibling," Doris Alex said taking a sideways step to get closer to Stephanie. "This isn't possible."

"Is this your idea of obedience, Sibling?" I asked.

Her eyes snapped to mine before she knelt into the same position the other Siblings were in but with her head pointing at me. The motion had been as automatic as the reaction from the Siblings to her words. I nodded slowly as I considered what had seemed a reflex action from her.

I turned in Melisa's embrace until we faced each other. She smiled bravely and closed her eyes when I kissed her forehead. I pulled her away from me turning her to face Stephanie. With a hand on the small of her back, I gently pushed Melisa towards Stephanie.

"Take her upstairs, Stephanie," I instructed. "This has nothing to do with her."

Stephanie nodded thankfully while taking Melisa's hand in a tight grip. Melisa pulled out of the hold and walked back to me. She put her hands on either side of my face and stared into my eyes.

"There is no choice, David," she whispered. "I said I was yours; I meant it; then, now, and forever!"

She kissed me hard before turning around and walking out of the room behind Stephanie.

I walked over to stand by Doris Alex's head.

"Stay there," I said down to her before walking out of the room.

It took about five minutes to drink a bottle of water while I thought about what I had seen. I walked back into the living room to find Doris Alex had oriented her head towards where I would enter. Sitting down on the couch, I studied her.

"How long would you stay there?" I asked her.

"Until you forgave me," she said without looking at me.

"For what?"

"You said Stephanie was your business," she said. "I ignored you, Brother."

Her voice was painted with abject submission. Doris Alex had come close to disobedience, but not enough to warrant her reaction. I stood up and walked to each Sibling studying their posture. None reacted as I approached them except for Doris Alex. Her positioning was different from the others in that it remained aligned to me, but that was not the only difference.

Doris Alex vibrated with sexual need.

I undid the belt of my pants and pushed them along with my underwear down my legs. Doris Alex tensed and relaxed as I stepped out of my clothes. She was wearing light pink pajama bottoms and a tight mini-t. I put my hand on the waist of her bottoms and pulled them over her ass. Doris Alex lifted her ass off her ankles to make it easier for me; she was not wearing panties. One of the most obvious changes since Rachel's departure was Siblings removing anything that might be impediment to my sexual desire; even Malia's uniform had altered to no bottoms.

My hands touched the side of Doris Alex's hips, and she lifted them to give me better access. I pushed forward until my dick kissed her moist entrance. Doris Alex sighed and shuddered as I entered her. I hit bottom with her pussy welcoming me with the pulsating pressure of her orgasm. I stroked slowly in and out of her as her entire body shivered in reaction. Doris Alex was easily the Sibling that was the most sexually excited by any contact with me, but from my end it felt like she came the entire time I fucked her, which even from her was not normal. With her pussy squeezing me tightly, releasing and squeezing me again, it was not long before my cum jetted into her. She arched her back and tried to milk the semen out of me for a minute before she relaxed. I pulled out of her and stood by her head. She knelt to take me into her mouth. Her eyes were blissful as she cleaned her juices from me. I sat back down on the couch and looked at her.

"We're going to have to talk about indoctrination, Doris Alex," I told her.

"Brothers don't get very involved with it, David," she said neutrally.

"Obviously at least one Brother has," I replied. "Your indoctrination is different; I'd like to understand how and why."

"Do not listen," Doris Alex intoned to the other Siblings. The tone of her voice was artificially deep, almost like a religious chant.

"You have a right to know anything you want, David," Doris Alex said to me. "But please, not around other Siblings unless I've taken them in my control."

I looked around the room.

"They can't hear us?" I asked. "That's very powerful if it works."

"Physically, they can hear us," she corrected. "Their mind just tunes out the words until I give them another command."

"Very powerful," I said softly.

"It doesn't work on Brothers, David," she said quickly.

"Why not?" I asked curiously.

"We don't know," she answered.

"You've tried to put a Brother under this type of control," I stated lethally.

"With full Council approval," she volunteered rapidly. "Some older Brothers agreed to let us try."

"The results surprised you?" I asked hearing the catch in her voice.

"Those Brothers were old, David, but they still managed to kill the Sibling trying to indoctrinate them," she said with a shudder. "It wasn't enough for the Council though. At their direct command, we tried to indoctrinate a Brother in training. It seemed to work until the restraints were removed. With three of the Foot in the room, she still managed to kill her indoctrinator. We haven't changed indoctrination very much since so every indoctrinator knows it is a death sentence to try it on a Brother."

I nodded slowly.

"Can you be taken control of in this fashion?" I asked.

"No," she said. "I am Bloodline."

I nodded as if that made sense, deciding there was no reason to pursue the meaning of her answer yet.

"Malia isn't worth this... display of power," I said gesturing towards the Siblings. "You could have easily packed her bags and sent her home. I would have preferred someone had done that a while ago; she and I don't mix very well."

"Rachel disrupted the natural order of things," she told me. "Even an Enforcer would have been far more isolated than you have been. Melisa is not a normal First. Everything about you is so different, David, but no Sibling can be allowed to forget that you are a Brother. Michael dared to challenge you even after what happened to Nancy. Enough is enough!"

"Isn't that my failure?" I asked.

"Not as long as your idea of an example is a dead body," she said staring at me.

"It is a memorable example," I told her.

"Which one of us have you pick out?" she asked.

"Except for Michael, most of you backed off after Nancy," I said. "And even he was far from being in my sights."

"Every Sibling believes they are safe near a Brother, David," she said anxiously. "You have no qualms about killing any of us. It's not just being an Enforcer either; Anna hated killing Siblings."

I shrugged.

"Do you have a conscience?" she asked suddenly.

I smiled thinking about what I had told my sword master.

"Death is death, Doris Alex," I said. "Your death, Roderigo's death, my death; one death, a thousand; a cockroach, a human; an honorable death, an ignoble one; it's all just death."

She shook in fear before looking away from me.

"Melisa and I understand," she told me. "But you don't have the two years of isolation that would have made certain signals instinctive. You've come some of the way towards what Siblings are used to, but I won't risk any one of us because the Brothers chose not to isolate you."

"It would take a lot for me to kill one of you," I told her. "I'm far more likely to kill Roderigo than any Sibling here."

"You're very likely to kill Roderigo, David, so the death of one of the Siblings being less likely is hardly a comfort," she said looking back at me. "Trust was built on instant obedience and being the pleasure of Brothers. Every Sibling I lead to your door will know that the difference between other Brothers and you changes nothing. Instant obedience and your pleasure are the laws of this house."

We stared at each other for a couple of minutes before I spoke.

"Do what you have to do, Doris Alex."

She nodded and stood up. Straightening her pajama bottoms, she looked at the kneeling Siblings.

"You may listen," she intoned. "Second Position."

The Siblings knelt up with their hands pressed together palms up. They put their foreheads against their wrists.

"Third Position," Doris Alex intoned.

They sat back on their heels, and the force of their personalities seemed to rush back into their bodies. There was still trepidation on their faces, especially on Michael and Malia's.

"I will deal with you a little later," Doris Alex said pointing at Malia, nearly panicking the girl. "But you're first, Michael."

Michael's face turned white; he had good reason to since Nancy's punishment at Doris Alex's hands still had the psychologist walking a very straight line.

"What the fuck was that shit in the dining hall, Sibling?" she asked with her voice rising.

Michael looked at me but like Nancy found that I was not an avenue of escape.

"I...I...I," he got out before Doris Alex raised hand silencing him.

"Has the thought that maybe David isn't really a Brother been crossing your tiny, little mind?" Doris Alex said crouching down so that she was face to face with him. "Or maybe somehow the thought that you are his equal has infected you, Sibling!"

I was surprised Michael did not keel over in a dizzy spell from shaking his head so hard.

"No, Michael," Doris Alex said viciously. "I think you have forgotten your place in a Brother's house."

Michael shook his head even harder.

"Lucky for you, there is a centuries old method of ensuring a Sibling understands their location in the grand scheme of things," Doris Alex continued. "And look, plenty of witnesses to remind you what happened here when you get uppity again."

Twenty minutes later, Michael had his place in my home drilled into his mind and in the minds of everyone else in the room.

"You're such a good boy when you behave, Michael," Doris Alex said licking his lips. "Here is what we're going to do to make sure you don't stray again. Every month, I want you to repeat what just happened in front of every Sibling in the house. Okay?"

"Be careful, Doris Alex," I said staring at the ceiling. "You are not the Brother in this house."

"Forgive me, David," she pleaded. "May I give this Sibling instruction to ensure he remembers his place as a Sibling from now on?"

"You may," I said closing my eyes.

"Every month, Michael," Doris Alex repeated. "In front of every Sibling who lives here or wants to watch."

"Thank you, Speaker," Michael replied gratefully.

I opened my eyes to look at him; the gratitude was heartfelt surprised me.

"You," Doris Alex said in a voice that chilled the room after turning to face Malia.

Doris Alex paced slowly towards the terrified girl.

"Do you have any idea the damage you could have done today?" she asked rhetorically. "Melisa spent months making David understand that a Sibling barely knows the meaning of the word no around a Brother. It took an outsider to finally teach him, and the only pride left to us is that she has accepted a white ring."

"I would've done it, Speaker," Malia defended herself.

The words angered Doris Alex even more; her hair almost crackled with emotion. She grabbed a fistful of Malia's hair and pulled up. They struggled as Malia tried to stay on her knees while Doris Alex tried to stand her up. Finally, Doris Alex relaxed her grip.

"A Sibling is not expected to match up with every Brother, you idiot," Doris Alex hissed. "But you should not have offered, what you did not want to give."

"He would've said no, Speaker," Malia cried.

The slap was like a thunderclap; Malia's head almost snapped around. Doris Alex put her hands behind her back and stared down at Malia.

"You will not speak again," she said calmly.

Malia nodded.

"This was my mistake, Malia," Doris Alex said sadly. "I should never have brought you here. I misjudged you thinking maybe there was more to you than summer fun. It is the only reason I am going to go easy on you."

Doris Alex sighed and looked around the room.

"You're going to suffer, Malia," she said. "We need David and you almost damaged the Sibling relationship with him. Since this was my fault, I'm going to punish you... gently, until I know for sure that Melisa does not have to re-pave this road. If in the next six months, I even think David might hesitate to take what he wants from one of us, I swear Siblings will scare themselves around campfires with tales of what I do to you."




A Master's Ring: Book 03



"How could you fucking show fear during an offer of sex to a Brother?" Doris Alex asked with frustrating burgeoning out of her voice.

"Heather said she was afraid, Speaker," Malia whispered.

Another thunderclap.

"Heather were you afraid?" Doris Alex asked.

"Yes, Speaker," Heather answered instantly.

"Why, dear?"

"I slapped a Brother, Speaker," Heather said. "I was going to be punished. I wanted him to do it. God, did I want him to do it, but I was still afraid!"

"Were you afraid of David?"

"Never, Speaker!"

"Of the sex, maybe?" Doris Alex asked.

"No, Speaker!"

"What were you afraid of?"

"That I went too far, Speaker," Heather whispered.

"Were you afraid of David, Malia?" Doris Alex asked.

"No, Speaker," Malia whispered unconvincingly.

"What were you afraid of?"

"That he would say yes, Speaker."

"But you offered him your body anyway."

"I'm sorry, Speaker," Malia whispered forlornly.

"You will be, Malia," Doris Alex promised fervently. "You will be so incredibly fucking sorry, no Sibling will ever make this mistake with David again."

"Fourth Position," she intoned after taking a deep breath.

All the Siblings moved back into the First Position, but there was something more relaxed in their posture as if their personality had not fled with the redhead's command. Doris Alex turned towards me and studied me for a while.

"Will it disturb you if I begin Malia's punishment here?" she asked me politely.

"No," I replied.

"Janet," Doris Alex said.

"Yes, Speaker," Janet replied.

"Are you afraid of David or anything he might do to you tonight?" Doris Alex asked.

"That bitch, Heather, tricked me on the way to David's door last night, Speaker," Janet grumbled. "If she didn't have such nice tits, I'd strangle her while she slept."

It was made funnier by the fact her face was barely a couple of inches off the ground muffling her voice.

"Hey, you're the idiot who fell for the old 'your shoelace is untied' bit," Heather defended loudly.

Watching Siblings laugh uproariously while in such a subservient position was interesting.

"Tonight, it's your turn, Janet," Doris Alex said. "Keep David distracted enough that he doesn't pay too much attention to Malia's screaming."

=====Chapter 43=====

The scream from the living room penetrated into my room making Janet flinch.

"I'm sorry," she said pushing the shorts she was wearing down her legs.

"Why?" I asked.

She pulled her shirt over her head preventing any speech for a moment. Wearing only a small pair of panties, she sat down on the bed. Another scream from Malia made Janet squirm restlessly ,and her plump breasts shook in reaction.

"I guess I'm actually supposed to distract you," I said jokingly.

"No," she said looking down and picking at the bed sheet. "It's just that I should have done something about Malia before it got this far. You shouldn't have to deal with this in your house."

"What could you have done, Janet?" I asked.

"Sent her home," she said turning her brown eyes to me.

"It wasn't your responsibility," I said getting closer to the bed.

Janet was sitting on the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs, she reached out to grab my hardening dick. Her hands tugged me forward until I stood between her knees. She stroked me with both hands until I was completely hard. One hand reached underneath to cup my testicles, while the other continued its loving attention on my dick.

"Yes, it was, David," she said looking up at me. "I'm the one that Doris Alex assigned to make Heather and Malia's transition easier. I was too focused on my own problems and on Heather to be decisive about Malia."

I stroked her cheek.

"I should have noticed that you and her weren't getting along. She spent more time trying to get Michael's attention than yours. Like Doris Alex said, not every Sibling and Brother click but that's ridiculous," she said angrily. "I'm a better Sibling than that."

I put my hand behind her head and pulled her forward while taking a step back. She knelt in front of me and opened her mouth to take my dick inside of her mouth. Her eyes closed as she savored the feel of my heat in her mouth. Janet sucked hard and moaned.

"So what happened that you missed it, Janet?" I asked when she drew back and released my dick from the wonderful encasement of her mouth.

"The twining attempt between Heather and Malia was breaking down," she said. "It was hurting Heather so much, especially because it wasn't like most twining failures. Look at Susan and Stephanie, their twining failed, but they came out of it like they were soul mates. Heather and Malia are barely friends, David. Malia doesn't seem to care, but Heather's been crying herself to sleep every night. She's needed me with her. Someone fucked this up so royally!"

"They're very different," I said.

She put her hands on my hips and pulled me closer. She dropped her head so that her forehead rested against me. She took a deep breath, turned her face, and rested her cheek on the inside of my hip.

"Opposites twin all the time, David," she said softly.

"I'm not talking about Heather being a very serious person, and Malia being all beach-party fun, Janet," I said stroking her hair.

Her hand grabbed my dick and stood it straight up. I felt the wet touch of her tongue.

"Heather and Malia need Brothers differently," I said as she sucked on the head. "They don't relate to any of us in the same way. Everything Heather needs scares the hell out of Malia."

She blew on me making me shiver from the coolness.

"It was also me, David," she whispered. "I was feeling sorry for myself."

"You seemed very happy to me," I said pulling her a little away from me so I could look into her eyes.

Janet moved back climbing onto the bed until she could lie down. She extended her legs and took her panties off. Spreading her legs, she played a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her finger was moist when she placed it in her mouth and sucked it dry.

"Why were you feeling sorry for yourself?" I asked ignoring the pulse of my dick as she stared at it hungrily.

"I didn't live here," she answered faintly.

"That was your choice, wasn't it?"

"Not living here made it easier to hide when I couldn't be the happy Sibling sex-pot," she replied seriously.

"I didn't expect you to be that all the time," I told her. "Every Sibling here has their moody days. You could have thrown an ashtray or challenged Melisa to a wrestling match on my bed."

"It would have been worse living here, David," she said ignoring my attempt at humor.

Her eyes followed me as I walked around to the other side of the bed. She lay back and slithered backwards until her head was almost off the edge of the bed. I placed my dick directly above her face. Her tongue came out to explore my hard-on; she turned onto her stomach, knelt, and tried to swallow my dick. She gagged but kept pushing forward until I pulled away from her. Janet's brown eyes were desperate when she looked at me.

"Why did you want to be the one in this room last night?" I asked suddenly. Her eyes widened letting me into her soul.

"I don't understand," she said crawling backwards warily.

"Heather wanted, needed, to serve as the vessel last night," I said freezing her with a glare. "What did you want that had you running for my bedroom door?"

She looked away and shook her head.

"Janet," I said injecting my voice with a tiny amount of menace.

"I could have gotten what I want from you last night," she confessed. "Rachel leaving would have pushed you to it."

"What do you want, Janet?"

"I want everything, David," she said staring hard at me. "I want everything!"

"What do you mean, Sibling?" I asked.

"Not Sibling, David," she insisted. "Not tonight! It's Janet tonight! Just Janet!"

"What do you mean by everything, Janet?" I asked.

"Everything, David," she repeated. "When you were spanking us, everyone stood with ears pressed against your bedroom doors listening. They were doing it because they were excited about you spanking them soon; or because you were finished with them, and they wanted more. I was counting, David. I counted every time your hand spanked someone else's ass, and I wanted it to be my ass you were striking. Everything, David! Every time you kiss someone I want it to be me."

She crawled forward and took my dick in her hands. Her eyes blurred with tears.

"I've hated it when I knew this beautiful part of your body was fucking someone else and not me. I hate even thinking about it. I wanted every look you gave a Sibling that made them know they were doing something wrong to be aimed at me. Everything you feel for Rachel but won't admit, I want you to feel for me. Even the stupidest fucking things, David, like Alyssa eating your food. Every time I see that bitch reach for something on your plate I want to spear her hand with my fork because I should be the only one who can do that. I want everything that has to do with you to be mine. I want you to be mine; ONLY mine!" 

I took a step away from her.

"Siblings aren't supposed to be this possessive, are they?" I asked calmly.

She beat her head against the bed a couple of times before looking up at me. Her answer ignored my question.

"I hate Melisa!" she said venomously. "I can't hate Heather or even Malia, but Melisa I can hate with a passion. I hate that you feel her ten years of loyalty makes her special; I would have been loyal to you. I hate that she's your First and not me. I despise every orgasm she gave herself waiting for you when I wasted mine on boy-band posters. She didn't tell me about you until after you beat up those assholes on the bus. After you rescued me, I told her I wanted you, and she said you were going to be a Brother; that she was going to be your First. She wouldn't let me near you, and Doris Alex fucking backed her. The Brothers backed her. Months I could've been with you, and they wouldn't let me. You would not have gone a day without understanding the word no does not exist in my vocabulary for you had I been your First."

She pounded the bed with her fists for a few seconds before boring her eyes into me.

"I wouldn't have failed with Rachel. I would have hated every time you touched her, but I would not have failed you. The worst though, is that there's this place inside of you that is only for Melisa."

"There's a place that is only yours, Janet," I told her.

Her laugh was almost hysterical.

"I don't care about that, David," she said with a sad shake of her head. "There's also a place for Heather, and one for Doris Alex, and Susan, and Jason, and fucking every Sibling who enters this house. There's even one for Stephanie. I want each and every one of their places to be mine, too. I want to fill you up until there's no room inside you for anyone but me. I wake up every morning wishing your cum was my breakfast; I go to sleep at night wishing the last thing I heard was your breathing. Melisa could have all of that; you would give it to her. She's your First. She's your new Jason. You would give her anything she wanted, and I hate her for that. I hate her because you would never give those things to me."

I took another step back.

"So what do we do now?" I asked her.

"WE do nothing, David," she said sounding like she had burned out all of her emotions. "You do something for me, and I do something for you. Those two things are all I have left."

"What are you going to do, Janet?"

"A Sibling only has one choice when they hate every touch a Brother gives another Sibling," she told me.

"What is that?"

She shook her head rather than reply.

"I want you to do something for me," she said looking into my eyes.

I nodded carefully.

"I want you to give me something you would never give Melisa," she said. "I want you to do something to me that you would never do to her."

"What do you want, Janet?" I said in clipped tones.

"Hurt me!" she said fervently.

"What?"

"Why did Heather have to get in my way? It would have been better last night," she said. "I could have pushed you harder than she did. You would have taken my blood; that would make me a part of you forever."

Her eyes flashed on the edge of insanity.

"I can't have that anymore, but I can have this," she said ferociously. "Hurt me, David! You would never do that to Melisa or any other Sibling."

"I could hurt them," I told her.

"You could kill them, David," she said. "You couldn't hurt them though."

"If it were necessary, I would," I said in a hard voice.

"You wouldn't be fucking their ass if it was necessary to hurt them," she told me.

"What?"

"That's what I want, David," she said. "You haven't fucked Melisa's pretty little ass yet, that's one thing I'll beat her to. I want you to take me. No foreplay. I want it to hurt because you would never hurt Melisa like that."

"Janet," I started to say but she interrupted.

"Please, David," she begged. "It's the only thing you can give me anymore. The only thing I can have that no other Sibling will ever have. Please, David!"

I was about to say no when she crawled off the bed. She stalked towards me and knelt to lick my scrotum. Her teeth touched my hard-on then she wet me with her saliva.

"Please, David," she whispered taking me into her mouth and sheathing me. Her eyes were glossy with tears as she pulled me out of her.

"It's the only thing you can give me," she whispered almost to herself as she kissed my shaft. "Take without thinking about me!"

I would have still said no, except that she looked at me. Her tears were flowing freely, and I had to look away from what I saw in the depths of her eyes.

I nodded.

"Thank you," she said ardently before releasing my dick.

She was on the bed when I turned my eyes back to her. I climbed on the bed, and she turned so that she could rest her head on a pillow. Her back was arched giving me her ass.

"Please," she pleaded when I hesitated too long.

I moved closer to her pushing my dick towards her pussy. She blocked the penetration by putting a hand over entrance.

"No," she hissed taking me in her hand.

She guided me up until the tip of my dick touched her anal opening. Her hips moved back in hard movement that drove the head of my dick into her. She grunted in pain and squeezed me almost painfully tight with her hand. Her head moved from side to side as I put my hands on her hips.

"NO!" she cried and pushed back with her hips. "Fuck me!"

I tried to move in slowly while using my grip on her hips to prevent her from slamming backwards. She moved from side to side trying to slip my hold and make me take her ass fast.

"Please, David," she begged.

I could almost hear the tears squeezing out of her eyes. She fought my grip even harder, to the point I thought she would do more damage with what she was doing than with what I could do by forcing the issue. I took a tight grip on her hips and forged forward mercilessly. Janet's head snapped up, and she screamed as my cock penetrated halfway into her.

"YES!" she cried putting her forehead back on the pillow. "More."

I tried to give her body time to adjust, but she pushed back. I let go of her hips and let her drive the pace. She sank me deeper into her body but without my impetus could not do it as hard as she wanted to.

"DAMN IT!" she cursed.

I grabbed her hips and sawed into her before she could try something different.

"Urghgur!" she gurgled sounding like she was drowning on her own saliva as I fucked completely into her ass.

I committed myself to what she craved at that point; Janet wanted to hurt more than I did not want to hurt her. The best thing I could do for her was to give her exactly what she wanted to prevent her from doing worse to herself. I slipped my hands from her hips to her asscheeks and spread them. My hips moved back and powered forward, punching my dick into her as hard as possible.

She yelled in pain, and her upper body slipped onto the bed dropping her hips. I put my weight on her until she was lying flat on her stomach. I pulled my hips up taking most of weight off her body then I let gravity fuck me into her ass. Her hands clawed at the bed sheets as she pulled them towards her chest. She managed to tear into the cloth with her nails.

"Now, baby," she urged around a mouthful of cloth she was biting down on. "Hard! Take me as hard as you can."

Her voice cracked with nearly every word that she spoke. I rested on top of her and began with slow strokes. They hurt her but before she could adjust to the pressure I increased the pace. Her body tried to lock me in a death grip, fighting to keep me still and adjust to the pain. I fought through the hold and fucked her harder.

It was a race I could not win. Janet was a Sibling; even Malia as afraid as she was would have found pleasure in me taking her hard. Janet wanted to be there, wanted me pounding into her ass. I was lifting my body so that only my dick connected us, and crashing into her ass. The pain could not hold back the pleasure long enough though; Janet's own nature was defeating her desire. She moved underneath me, driving upwards striving to make the physical pain match what she felt inside.

I thickened, and she whimpered in disappointment as her body turned the corner towards pleasure. My hips pounded into her, and I let my weight rest entirely on top of her. I remembered her words and put my teeth on her shoulder beside her neck. She screamed one last time as I bit her: her skin parted and I tasted blood as I came.

The pain broke something inside of her; Janet began to sob brokenheartedly as I pressed my hips against her ass to empty myself inside of her. I turned us on our sides and wrapped my arms around her neck.

"Promise me," she forced out between sobs. "Promise me, you'll never hurt Melisa like this. Promise me!"

I took a deep breath and nodded into her hair.

"I love you," she whispered.

My arms pulled her closer to me.

"I love you," she said one more time before losing control and crying abjectly.

Janet whispered 'I love you' fifty-seven times before she fell asleep. Her tears burned my skin the entire time she cried.

-----

It was the last time Janet and I were together.

She did not have to explain or say goodbye. Melisa did not really matter, nor any other Sibling. If Jason had not been in my life and Janet was the only woman I ever touched, I still could not have given her everything. The day I accepted the black ring, I gave my life to the Brotherhood.

Leaving was the only thing she could do for me, I would have continued hurting her if she stayed.

=====Chapter 44=====

I sat in the overpriced cafe on a Friday afternoon during my first December as a Brother. The air buzzed with the frantic energy of college students trying to do a semester's worth of studying in the last few days before the final exam period began.

Alyssa, Emily, and Sandra let me take them out for a dinner break from studying. Sandra was complaining she had never studied as hard, before she got to know me. I had jokingly offered them a reward, of my choosing, for good grades a couple of weeks before, which they immediately accepted and dove into their studies with impressive determination.

Sandra's complaint was a prequel to another attempt by the trio to discover what I would be getting each of them. They promised fairly extravagant sexual favors, some of which I did not think were biologically possible, but I held firm in my silence. 

Melisa picked out Sandra and Emily's rewards; Sandra would be getting a shopping spree at her favorite department store, while Emily would be off to Paris for a three-week, all expenses paid vacation. Considering the amount of damage that Sandra could do in a store that had everything for the discerning female shopper, I thought Emily was being shortchanged until my First showed me the hotel brochure. The cost of the room alone would have made buying a new car for Emily cheaper.




A Master's Ring: Book 03



"A new car isn't a new car as soon as you drive it off the lot, but Paris is always Paris," Melisa said dismissing my suggestion. I did not ask how she knew that if she had never been to Paris.

To distract the three girls from their continued assault on my secret-keeping ability, I asked why they took the offer so seriously when it should have been obvious I was joking.

"You're not going to get us anything?" Emily asked with a little girl pout. I stared at her until she winked to tell me she was kidding.

"You bought everyone in your house a new car," Sandra said in a voice laced with a noticeable amount of avarice.

I wondered if the credit card company really meant 'no limit'. Sandra, up to her eyebrows in student loans, was sure to test those words. She had quit one of her part-time jobs when the sorority returned all the fees she paid during her time as a sister. The sorority received a lot of financial support from the Brotherhood's entities, and Jeremy whispered the girls' names into the right ear. All of them had been grateful, but Sandra cried with her face buried in my neck. I made a mental note to ensure Sandra did not hit a credit ceiling during her shopping spree.

"Give Melisa your student loan information," I told Sandra.

"Why?" she asked surprised.

"If I told you to get under the table and suck my dick, would you do it?" I asked her.

All three girls pushed their chairs back and leaned forward expectantly. I sighed and swore I would never say something so incredibly stupid in public to Sibling candidates again; at times they were more eager to please than Siblings.

"No," I said clearly.

The chairs were pulled close to the table with grumbles of disappointment. I studied their faces to see if they were serious; I was almost convinced Sandra and Emily would not have done it.

"If you wouldn't question that," I said looking at Sandra. "Don't question this."

"You're going to pay them off," she stated.

I raised an eyebrow at her tone of voice.

"I'm not being ungrateful, David," she said playing with her food. "And fuck if I'm going to say no, but..."

"You like to earn your way," I said carefully.

She nodded, as did the other two girls.

"Emily's reward for good grades is probably going to cost me more than your loans," I said widening three pairs of eyes at the table. "Believe me, you're going to earn every penny before I, alone, am through with you. In fact, the day will come when you'll have paid back far more than I give you."

Sandra's eyes were committed when she nodded at me. I had the feeling she was only waiting for Alyssa to step up before she did what was necessary to seal a life with us.

"So Sandra, what's the total on your student loans?" Emily asked a couple of minutes later. "I'd like an idea on how much harder I need to study."

The girls left after another attempt to bribe me to spill my guts. I was almost tempted when they offered a three-woman blowjob in the restroom to tell them at least the grand total of their rewards. Unfortunately, Alyssa's could not be assigned a monetary value. Melisa and Doris Alex had a lot of suggestions about Alyssa's reward, but I had already decided. Melisa was more imaginative then the girls in her attempts to get me to tell her about Alyssa's reward but was hampered by my ability to take whatever she offered. Needless to say, it did not stop her from trying anyway.

"Working on the replacements already," Rachel said sitting down across from me.

It was the first time she had talked to me since leaving the house.

"I don't know what you mean," I said with a friendly smile.

"I heard Heather, Malia, and Janet won't be back next semester," she said returning the smile.

"You heard?" I asked.

"It's the juiciest piece of sorority gossip right now," she told me. "Normally, their flight would make you look bad, except every one of your girls is making sure we know it has absolutely nothing to do with you."

"It does though," I said sitting back.

"You would say that, and I believe you," she answered with a nod. "I also know it has less to do with you than you think. My sisters aren't stupid either; they can read the writing on the wall."

"So you heard about this through the gossip mill?" I asked.

She nodded.

"They didn't tell you themselves?" I asked confused, not that anybody had told me. Rachel looked away from me for a minute.

"We haven't been doing a lot of talking," she said finally.

"Why not?"

"You know what happened, David," she said biting her lip.

"You left, so what?" I demanded. "It didn't have anything to do with them. There is no reason for all of you not to be talking."

"We just haven't been," she said, raising her voice. "You can't really think we can just go on being friends."

I scanned the room and people put their heads back down ignoring us.

"I think we can choose to go on being whatever we want," I told her. "So the truth is you are not talking to them."

"No!" she grumbled angrily.

"So they are not talking to you," I said in a menacing voice.

"No, David," she said exasperated. "We're not talking, just like you and I are not talking."

"You are not talking to me, Rachel," I said pointedly. "I've always been willing to listen."

I stared at her for a while.

"What?" she asked not able to bear the pressure of my eyes.

"Nothing happened between us, Rachel," I said patiently. "I don't mean that I didn't want it to happen, nor will I say you didn't want it to happen. I'm saying that nothing happened. Why are you letting nothing stand between you and your friends?"

"They're not talking to me," she whispered defensively.

"I'll bring them over to the sorority house tonight," I told her. "Will you talk to them?"

She pressed her lips together tightly and looked away again.

"Do you love Melisa?" I asked.

"You know I do," she said angrily.

"But you're letting her go through this alone," I pointed out.

"I.."

"She cried in my bed the night you left," I told her. "Cried a lot, Rachel. What you think I felt is nothing compared to what Melisa and you did fee; for each other. Both of you made choices that meant you couldn't be together, but neither of you should call what you had love if it doesn't deserve the respect of staying friends."

Rachel's eyes turned into blue fire as she stared at me.

"It might not matter to you though. Maybe you want to get back at Melisa and the other girls thinking they were your friends because of me; I can understand that. The truth is Melisa seduced you for me, but don't lie to yourself, Rachel; you let her because of me," I said. 

She leaned forward looking like she was getting ready to jump across the table to go for my throat.

"You can choose not to be their friends anymore," I said hardening my voice. "But Stephanie has absolutely nothing to do with you and me."

The name flushed the anger from her face.

"Don't, David," she pleaded guiltily.

"She needs you, Rachel," I said. "You didn't have to help her. You didn't have to become her friend. You didn't have to give her a part of your pain so she would let you carry some of hers when it was poisoning her soul from the inside. You did though, and abandoning her is unforgivable."

I sat back and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm the asshole here, Rachel," I said without looking at her. "I could have stopped this, and I chose not to."

I looked around the room before standing up.

"I've had one friend, Rachel," I told her. "He took the word 'friend' with him from my vocabulary when he died. I will never use that word for anyone in my life again. None of you have what Jason and I had, but these are your friends, your sisters, Rachel. You are giving them up because you think somehow I have more of a right to them than you do. What they have given me, you can never have; what they have given you, I will never accept. I'm not worth losing your friends over, Rachel. What didn't happen between us is not worth a single one of your tears; but being in love with Melisa and losing that part of your relationship is and so is not being there when Stephanie wants to talk to her friend over ice cream at two o'clock in morning."

I leaned down until I was as close as the night that we almost kissed.

"If somewhere behind your eyes is the thought you did something wrong and need to be hurt over it. Don't bother, Rachel. No matter what I wanted or what happened, I never believed we were going to be together."

She was crying when I left.

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"Why are they here?" Melisa asked when my guests for the evening arrived.

We were sitting in the backyard; it was cold but I liked the biting touch of the winter air. Melisa had joined me outside after a long phone conversation with Rachel. She came out with eyes puffy and red to thank me. The crying started again when she sat in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"There's a problem with Alyssa's reward," I told her.

"Oooh," she said sitting up.

Her eyes took on a manipulative light as Roderigo, Samantha, and Anna approached the table. The Siblings accompanying each Brother walked a couple of paces behind them. A hulking, baby-faced brute that I guessed was Simon paced behind Samantha; Anna's Leonard walked behind her newly motorized wheelchair; and an athletic Asian woman followed Roderigo.

"What's wrong with Alyssa's present?" Melisa asked trying a different angle of approach to get me to talk. I turned her slightly to swat her behind.

"No!" I said playfully.

"Oh, come on, pretty please," she said in a soft sexy voice.

"I'm not going to tell you," I replied.

"I meant another spank," she said standing up and sticking her tongue out at me.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her.

"Send Doris Alex out when she's done whatever she's doing," I told her.

"Oh-oh!" she said. "Four Brothers and a Sibling; I can't quite decide if that's an orgy or trouble... an orgy of trouble... trouble at an orgy!"

She raised an eyebrow when I stared at her.

"It's about time!" she said with immense satisfaction putting it together as the Brothers sat down at the table. Their Sibling companions stood directly behind their particular Brother's chair.

"Go fetch, girl!" Anna commanded my First.

Melisa leaned down to kiss me and ran into the house.

"What were your instructions?" Roderigo asked with a sigh.

"I said she was to come out here when she's done whatever she is doing," I told him.

"Nice and vague: a fair test," Samantha said looking at the backdoor. "Let's see how far our little redheaded Sibling has strayed."

The Siblings joked with each other over their respective Brother's head until Simon looked at his watch and noticed we had been waiting for fifteen minutes. The Siblings quieted, but their eyes moved from Brother to Brother as time passed. At a half-hour, their eyes locked in a position that stared straight ahead.

"How long have you been dealing with this?" Anna asked softly.

"Since I moved into the house, but it only got this bad after the night with Malia," I informed her.

"Hmmm," she said pensively. "My understanding of that night was that the Bloodline indoctrination worked."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said curiously.

"Bloodlines get a different indoctrination than a normal Sibling," Roderigo said. "One of the most obvious differences is the command phrases don't work on a Bloodline Sibling as it would be too easy to gain control of other Siblings through them."

"Bloodlines stand at the top of the indoctrination food chain; they have complete access to the command phrases. The use of their power is supposed to make them need to perform an act of absolute submission to a Brother," Samantha added. "Normally, it is a sexual act they key on."

"Brothers rely too much on indoctrination," I said.

Simon's eyes flashed, and he leaned towards me. Samantha turned her head at his movement causing him to snap back into position.

"You were being such a good puppy, Simon," she said disappointingly to him. "Why did you have to ruin it by peeing on the carpet in front of my Brothers? The punishment will be severe considering we are in the middle of discussing another puppy's bad behavior when you did it."

"Bitch," Roderigo said angrily. "We were discussing a disobedient bitch!"

"That wouldn't be your disappointment of losing her to David talking, would it, grandson?" Anna asked with a small smile on her lips. Roderigo waved her question aside as irrelevant.

"Does she know it wasn't just you waiting for her?" he asked me pointedly.

"Not unless Melisa told her," I responded.

"Melisa sounded like she has been expecting something like this meeting," Samantha said with a raised eyebrow.

"Janet put it together for me, but I would bet Melisa has been keeping score on Doris Alex's misdemeanors for a long time," I told her.

"Melisa didn't point them out to you?" Samantha asked.

"This is exactly the sort of thing a First allows a new Brother to handle on their own," Anna said dismissively.

"Melisa has to know that Doris might have pushed David past the point of no return," Roderigo said.

"On one side, David's continuing development as a Brother," Anna said with an inelegant snort. "On the other, no Sibling would ever dare think bad thoughts of David again. I'm sure Melisa slept soundly with those being the possible outcomes. Don't let the pretty face fool you; like I said, she's a ruthless little bitch; I'm very proud of the job her daddy did training her."

Samantha snickered in response.

"Is the failure in indoctrination so bad that my tone of voice would trigger a reaction from him?" I asked Samantha looking at Simon.

"No," Anna told me. "I don't think it's your tone or words, so much as it's you. Enforcers exude a certain aura of danger, but you're worse than I was. It's more pronounced when you're around Brothers; I think Siblings tied closely to any Brother you encounter will have a similar reaction to Simon."

"Samantha, you're a fucking bitch!" Roderigo yelled harshly leaning towards her.

Simon did not react in the slightest.

"I would say Siblings stand with Brothers in their dislike of you," Roderigo said amused.

"I was never a popular person until shit needed to be shoveled," I told him.

"In those cases, I bet you and Jason were the first names on anyone's lips," Anna said ironically.

"Yes, we were," I replied. "We certainly were."

"And so here we are with a Bloodline Sibling shitting all over your backyard," Samantha sighed impatiently.

"I thought indoctrination was supposed to prevent things like this," I said to Anna.

"Where did you get that idea, boy?" she asked confused. "Indoctrination is about obedience and trust."

"We're satisfied as long as indoctrination ensures our secrets are kept, and Siblings will heel when we call," Samantha told me. "The rest... well, you've experienced Malia and Janet."

I nodded.

"I'm sure someone like you thinks emotions are a bit chaotic," Roderigo said to me. "But as long as it doesn't turn obsessive, there's nothing wrong with love being a part of our relationships with Siblings."

I stared at him for a minute; it felt like he was trying to sell himself. I did not know what the currency I had to pay in was so I nodded in a fashion that committed me to nothing.

"If this all true, then Brothers definitely rely too much on indoctrination," I told them. "If you can't stop someone from 'shitting in my backyard', why would I ever think they couldn't burn my house down?"

"I can't do anything about the fire, but since I didn't like the smell of shit I started training my own Siblings after their indoctrination and Brother tour were complete," Anna said. "Indoctrination is a Sibling creation anyway, and their idea of obedience is not my own."

Samantha nodded in complete agreement.

The backdoor opened and Doris Alex stepped out of the house.

"Dear Brothers, I give you Sibling obedience," I said acerbically. The three Siblings visibly flinched at my words.

"Forty-five minutes," Samantha said tonelessly.

"Are you sure this is not your fault?" Roderigo asked. "You're very lenient with them."

"Do you think this is my fault?" I returned the question.

"Melisa is very independent," he pointed out.

"No more than any other crested Sibling," Anna countered for me.

"She doesn't wear his crest," Roderigo said defensively. The two female Brothers gave him a matched pair of disappointed looks.

"You shouldn't talk, Roderigo," Anna said. "I believe your Kiera is among the most spoiled Siblings on the planet."

I got the used car salesman's pitch feeling again; Samantha's raised eyebrow told me I was not the only one who noticed. I tried to figure out why Anna would join Roderigo in his efforts to sell himself to me.

Doris Alex did not react to seeing four Brothers waiting for her. She walked towards us like she was walking to a table of her sorority's officers. She pulled the chair we setup for her out, and sat down.

"You asked for me, David," she said facing me.

Care needed to be taken when dealing with Sibling misbehavior. Sometimes disobedience or an unseemly attitude was a sign that they were not getting something they need; Michael was much better behaved after Doris Alex manhandled him. Other times, their behavior was foreplay as with Susan. Real punishment had to be saved for instances that truly displeased a Brother, or it would have been difficult to modify a Sibling's behavior when necessary.

"I hear that Janet, Malia and Heather will not be returning next semester," I said to Doris Alex.

"Heather wants to return home and be with the Brother that recruited her into the Society," Doris Alex informed me. "Janet confessed what she feels for you and wants to go with Heather. I thought it was a good idea since the breakdown of the twining attempt left Heather hurting badly. Janet has been there for her, and Heather has been there for Janet now that she needs comforting."

"Is it normal that I wouldn't be told about their decisions?" I asked the assembled Brothers.

"Forgive me, David," Doris Alex said quickly. "I thought the girls were going to tell you themselves."

She looked around the table nervously as the thought that four Brothers did not sit with a lone Sibling without a reason sank in.

"Obviously, Malia can't stay here any longer," she told me carefully.

"Make believe, he's a new Brother without the training or information that isolation would have given him," Samantha said smartly. "Explain why Malia cannot stay."

"She's incompatible with you, David," Doris Alex informed me. "It's not uncommon, but most of the time it doesn't matter since the Brother and Sibling would naturally avoid contact. If they did come together, it would be isolated to a brief sexual encounter where the Brother was only seeking immediate relief. Malia's living near you; she has day-to-day contact. Her problems with you could stain your relationship with other Siblings. I can't allow it, so I'm sending her home."

"You can't allow it?" Roderigo asked innocently.

"My instructions were to make David's transition into the Society occur as seamlessly as possible," Doris Alex said quietly.

"He's in a collegiate atmosphere," Samantha said thoughtfully. "Jeremy has only had problems with two Siblings since he started teaching here; yet three of David's initial Siblings leave in the first year."

"Like I said, Brother, Malia and David's problem is not uncommon," Doris Alex defended. "Plus many Brothers experience a Janet situation in their life. Heather only recently became aware of how much she wanted to return to her first Brother; she might have stayed though, except I think she wants to give Janet a direction to run. Those two will probably twin as soon as Heather recovers from the failure with Malia."




A Master's Ring: Book 03



"You were asked to select the Siblings that would surround our new Brother," Anna said pointedly. "A lot rides on his shoulders, not the least of which is the rebuilding of his Bloodline. I find it annoying that the three Siblings you selected are leaving. The only Siblings staying basically selected themselves."

"Michael's family has attended this University since it's inception; his behavior is also prone to the accommodation of a Brother. Melisa has been imprinted with David for years by her dad, so strictly speaking she is our doing," Samantha said forcefully. "Susan was already teaching here; if she has any problems with David, I'm sure being able to fuck a Brother who is also one of her students would make her blithely ignore them. Then there's you, but the Bloodlines have been waiting for a Brother like David for the last century, haven't they? It seems to me that a problem exists for David only with Siblings you selected."

"One was expected," Roderigo said before Doris Alex had a chance to speak. "Two would not have surprised any of us since this is not a normal situation, but three is a failure, Sibling."

Doris Alex opened her mouth to speak, but I interrupted.

"Why did you bother selecting them?" I asked the Brothers. "Or does every Brother get an initial allotment of Siblings?"

Roderigo laughed at my phrasing.

"How is their training holding up?" Anna asked looking at Simon and Roderigo's Asian companion.

"You trained Kiera personally, Anna," Roderigo answered. "She rarely disappoints me so I only need to perform the maintenance you suggested. To be honest, I think Kiera misbehaves to make it easier for me to do what needs to be done."

"Simon hasn't learned not to pee in the house yet," Samantha said with some amusement in her voice. "But he knows to keep his mouth shut."

"Siblings know about Brothers in the area since they choose to live near us. Most Brothers prefer the pleasure of finding un-crested Siblings on their own, not that it's difficult when the prey cannot help but make itself a noticeable target," Anna told me. "An active Enforcer has his cage gilded."

"Why?" I asked.

"Nobody likes the idea of an Enforcer hunting, even if it's just for sexual companionship," Roderigo told me. "We prefer that you stay close to home so Siblings are guided to your door. Enforcers recruit more Siblings than a normal Brother, you already have three on the verge, so they tend to set deep roots in good recruiting ground so there's really no reason for you to range far. The Council agreed with Robert's reasons for not isolating you; it would have been difficult considering your Bloodline. It's not the sort of thing Siblings will keep quiet about and other Brothers deserved to know. Renard's death, especially the way he was killed, meant we needed your skills sooner than expected."

"An isolated Brother's First tends to provide a steady sexual diet of new Siblings once the Brother is ready for them. In your case, it was decided to import Siblings to attend school here rather than make you feel like we were throwing them at you," Anna concluded. "My understanding is that you plan to do your graduate work here. With two Brothers readily available, this will become a University of choice for Siblings, making anything more than an initial effort unnecessary."

"We did not foresee every Sibling that was specifically brought in leaving your side," Samantha said looking at Doris Alex.

"Brother," Doris Alex said with a barely perceptible amount of penitence. "I've never been asked to do this before, and David is an Enforcer. No one told me that Siblings would be more prone to problems with him than a normal Brother."

"Did you ask?" Roderigo queried, but the gleam in his eyes said he knew the answer.

"She didn't ask me," Anna answered for Doris Alex. "Since I'm the only ex-Enforcer or active Enforcer she knows, I doubt she did the necessary research. It's not even that big a logical leap; Enforcers are the standard defense against generalizing Brother behavior. It's almost a joke among other Brothers how different we are."

Doris Alex pressed her lips together until they turned white.

"This wasn't my fault," she insisted finally.

"Are you blaming David for three Siblings leaving, even though it was you we told to select them so his new life would have some measure of stability?" Samantha asked softly.

"He's in the process of recruiting three new Siblings," Doris Alex said changing the subject.

It would have been better for her to use the standard military answer of 'No excuse, Sir'.

"I've seen pictures and Nancy's profile of them," Roderigo replied. "Are you planning to indoctrinate them here?"

"Only Emily," she told him.

"What about the other one?" Roderigo asked looking at Doris Alex pointedly. "She is far more important than Emily."

"She...she..." Doris Alex said but snapped her mouth shut before anything else came out.

"Her indoctrination will be time-consuming; six months for a standard Sibling but almost two years for the Bloodline indoctrination," Roderigo said. "You are the only one here that can do it."

"We could always bring in Iane," Samantha suggested.

"No!" Doris Alex protested too loudly.

"Then?" Samantha asked.

"She's too young to be brought here yet," Doris Alex said. "I will be done with Emily long before SHE ever learns about David."

I sat quietly watching them wondering who they were talking about. The last words from Doris Alex debunked my first thought, that they were discussing indoctrinating Melisa. Anna watched me and shook her head slightly before I could ask a question.

"Our plans have changed; the father and brother are becoming a danger to her. Having those animals damage her in any way is unacceptable," Roderigo told Doris Alex seriously. "Is Emily ready to begin indoctrination tomorrow?"

"No," Doris Alex whispered.

"I expect to interfere in our new charge's life within the next six months," Roderigo informed her. "This is the best place for her when we do that. If you can't be done with Emily in six months, then like Alyssa and Sandra, Emily will have to be indoctrinated elsewhere or Iane will need to be brought here."

"Why is Iane's name coming to your lips so readily?" Doris Alex asked suspiciously.

"Ian is the other Bloodline that will be allowed to mix with the Ekaterina," Samantha said.

Doris Alex's face turned red with fury.

"Iane does not have sisters like you do," Samantha continued cutting into Doris Alex. "But she has plenty of cousins who can continue the Ian Bloodline. Like you, Iane is the best choice we have from her Bloodline."

Doris Alex looked a split-second from losing control; I wondered what about Iane made it so the mere mention of her name set Doris Alex off. I decided to leave that question for after I was done with her though.

"You don't have a problem with our selection, do you, Sibling?" Anna asked innocently.

Doris Alex bit her lip but suddenly her vision cleared. She looked at each Brother individually and then at the Siblings. Her gorgeous dark green eyes turned to me, and in them was knowledge that she had been setup.

"My name is Doris Alexandra Smith, a child of the Sibling..." she began to intone looking at the Siblings.

I pointed one of the forty-fives Jason had given me at her head, curdling the words in her throat. She turned to look into my eyes, and discovered that her worst fears were true. I would have no problem pulling the trigger.

"It's different, isn't it?" I asked in a dead voice. "You knew in your mind I would kill a Sibling as easily as any Brother; but in your heart, you never believed I could kill you."

Her eyes widened as she looked at the other Brothers for a reprieve that did not exist.

"Why did you feel you needed these Siblings under your control?" I asked.

"We're talking about things outside of their knowledge, the mixing of the Bloodlines is ..."

Cocking the gun silenced her.

"Do not lie to me again, Doris Alex," I told her coldly. "Why did you want them under your control?"

She looked at the space between Roderigo and Samantha while biting her cheek. Her head went up proudly, but two tears fell from her eyes speaking volumes about what she felt.

"I did not want them to hear Brothers talk to me like this," she said blankly.

"You had no problem talking worse than this to a Sibling in front of other Siblings," I said. "You even made it a point that Michael has to abase himself every month to keep his place in my house firmly in mind."

"This is different, Brother," Doris Alex replied. "I have authority with Siblings."

"Someone failed in your training, Doris Alex," I told her. "Responsibility is not authority, slave."

She jerked at the word as if I had lashed her back with a whip. I uncocked the forty-five and put it on the table with the barrel facing her.

"When you give a command, it is the Brotherhood's voice a Sibling hears, Doris Alex," I told her.

"You are a beautiful woman," Roderigo said looking at Doris Alex. "An intelligent and strong one, too. A Bloodline child of many gifts, but Brothers gave you every one of those gifts. We cared and watched over your parents, and their parents, and their parents; all the way back to Alexander. We did not ask you to repay our care; it was you, who chose the white ring."

"What have I done to deserve this?" Doris Alex asked wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Would you have tolerated any Sibling making David wait forty-five minutes when he called?" Samantha asked.

"I did not know all of you were out here," Doris Alex said near hysterics. "Melisa didn't tell me!"

"Is there a difference between one Brother or four calling for you?" Anna asked. "Or is it that you do not believe the least of David's requests deserves your immediate attention?"

"I...I...," Doris Alex said before snapping her mouth shut so hard her teeth clicked.

"Your sisters are very proud and arrogant also," Samantha said. "But do you think any of them would behave like this? Even the one who is not a Sibling."

"No, Brother," Doris Alex admitted quietly trying to mollify her.

"You said Janet made you realize there was a problem with this Sibling, David," Samantha said without taking her eyes off Doris Alex.

"She brought things into focus," I said. "There have been noticeable problems, but I put them down to Doris Alex's overweening pride and arrogance."

Doris Alex straightened her back looking like she had an unbendable steel bar for a spine.

"All the Bloodlines are like that," Roderigo said sadly.

"She believes she's better than the rest of the Siblings here," I said thoughtfully. "She is more submissive, but there's something about her submission."

"She holds it over the head of other Siblings," Anna said.

"Yes, that's a good way of putting it," I said looking at Doris Alex. "She holds her heritage and submissiveness as a shining example of virtue over everyone else in the house. Sometimes, I feel like she's holding her Bloodline against me, as if being Ekaterina is somehow an insult to her."

"The Ekaterina was always looked down on by the other Bloodlines," Roderigo said. "It took more work to keep it alive than the other Bloodlines since it is almost a direct line of parent and only child all the way back to Ekaterina. The few times they were fruitful, problems occurred. The children were never as gifted as the others either. I imagine it would burn someone like Doris or Iane that the Ekaterina produced the third Bloodline Brother rather than their own blood."

"Did Doris Alex and this Iane want to be Brothers?" I asked curiously. Doris Alex wiped her tears again as they continued falling.

"Neither Iane nor Doris could be, but I'm certain they have dreams of their child being a Brother," Roderigo said with a dark smile.

"I thought Doris Alex's attitude was something she just needed to outgrow," I continued from earlier. "Unfortunately, it seems to be worsening, which creates some troublesome situations for me, like not being told about the three Siblings leaving."

"So what did happen with those three?" Samantha asked Doris Alex.

"I had nothing to do with that, Brother," Doris Alex defended angrily. "I chose Siblings I thought David would enjoy having around. I had nothing to do with them leaving!"

"Were you unhappy to see them go?" Anna asked her.

"I don't understand," Doris Alex replied.

"Yes, you do," Anna said in a deadly voice. "How did you feel when they decided to leave?"

"I was not unhappy," Doris Alex answered truthfully without meeting Anna's eyes.

"The disruption of three Siblings leaving a Brother's house, not to mention the loss of a potential Sibling in Rachel," Anna said showing her teeth, "and you were not unhappy!"

"Rachel is what really brings us here," I said before Doris Alex could reply to Anna.

"I had absolutely nothing to do with Rachel leaving," Doris Alex said righteously turning to look at me.

"No, you did not, Doris Alex," I whispered.

Her green eyes turned fearful as I stared at her.

"Janet said she would not have failed me when it came to Rachel," I told Doris Alex. "As much as she loved me, she would not have failed if Rachel was what I wanted."

Doris Alex looked away and tears streamed down her face.

"Melisa wanted Rachel for me," I said. "I wanted Rachel so my First set her sights on giving me exactly what I wanted."

"You didn't believe Rachel would take the white ring," Doris Alex whispered.

"No, I didn't," I told her. "But that didn't stop Melisa; I wanted, and she took it upon herself to try and serve me Rachel on a silver platter. Every other Sibling worked with her; Heather who thought it was the worst thing Melisa could have done did what she could; Janet did what she could while hating every second of it. What did you do, Sibling?"

"Nothing until it was too late," Doris Alex replied not looking at me.

"Out of curiosity," Samantha interrupted. "What were you doing inside that you made David wait forty-minutes for your illustrious presence?"

"Nothing," Doris Alex said barely above the audible range.

"Hmmm," Samantha said.

"Is it really that you did nothing about Rachel, Doris Alex?" I asked.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.

"You were an obstacle," I said. "Alyssa, your attitude with Melisa, your attitude towards Rachel when she lived here: what didn't you do to stand between what I wanted, and the people trying to give her to me?"

"Even if I had helped, Rachel would not have chosen you," Doris Alex said shakily.

"So?" I asked.

She did not answer.

"Why didn't you give Melisa your support?" I asked her.

"I didn't think Rachel was good for you," she answered honestly. "I was only doing what I thought was best."

I put my hand on the gun and closed my eyes.

"I want Melisa," she added desperately a few seconds later. "I want to stand as close to you as I can; you are a Bloodline Brother, Rachel would have stood closer. I could not allow that."

"There is that word, allow, again," Roderigo whispered. With a nod to him, I took the hand away from the gun.

"Maybe I'm wrong," I said to the three Brothers. "But it is not a large step from knowing what is best for one Brother to knowing what is best for the Brotherhood."

"No, it is not," Roderigo replied dangerously.

"I don't know a lot of Siblings," I said looking at Doris Alex, "so I have to measure your failure, Doris Alex, by the ones I do know. Melisa could not have been pleased to bring Rachel into my life, but she did her best, even fell in love. Heather thought it was the dumbest thing possible, actually the dumbest fucking thing possible was how she described it, but I think if she had been my First she would have done the same. I almost believe Janet would have succeeded in recruiting Rachel. Then we have you, I believe if you had to choose between something you wanted and something I wanted, you would choose for yourself. Wait! I don't have to believe it, I witnessed it, didn't I?"

She nodded slowly; I smiled and put Jason's gift back in its holster. Doris Alex did not relax though, which pleased the rest of the Brothers at the table.

"You seem to think you're the perfect Sibling," I said. "Every Brother I've met says you're an exceptional one, yet... I don't see it. I see pride when a slave should only be proud of a task done to their master's satisfaction. I see arrogance when every Sibling makes your failures obvious; the very Siblings you look down on believing you are better than them."

"I'm sorry, Brother," Doris Alex whispered brokenly.

"Let me tell you about the standard I hold all Siblings to, Doris Alex," I said ignoring her words. "His name was Jason. He died in my arms after stepping in front of bullets meant for me. I believe with every fiber of my being that if you told him what was going to happen, Jason would have followed me into the military anyway and never said a word about how he would die. If I wanted something and he thought something else was better for me, he sat me down to discuss it but did what I wanted when I made a decision. I do not think any Sibling here could have gotten Rachel to choose a white ring, but I cannot doubt Jason would have found a way."

I looked past her into the distance as my eyes lost focus.

"Every time a Sibling does something for me, I measure it against how Jason would have done it," I told her. "And of every Sibling I have met, you fall farthest from his mark, Doris Alex."

A sob broke out from her, but she held back the rest after taking a deep breath.

"Had a Brother disappointed any of us like you have, he would already be dead," I said. "You life is spared because you are, only, a Sibling."

Her hands tightened into fists on the table, and she bit her lip until blood flowed into her mouth and down her chin.

"Anna tells me your behavior can be corrected," I said looking at Doris Alex. "I have agreed to let her try."

"No, David," Anna said. "Leonard is truly one of the most troublesome Siblings I've ever had to train; I don't have the energy to deal with two irksome children at the same time."

"Ahhh," Samantha said looking between Anna and me.

"I'm sorry, David," Anna said apologetically. "Samantha will have to do this for you."

Samantha turned her shark's hungry smile on Doris Alex. The Sibling's face went stark white, and her eyes turned to me.

"You should..." she started to say only to realize her monumental error.

"Sibling," Samantha said in steel voice. "You have already earned the punishment for believing you could tell a Brother what he 'should' do. There is no harm in finishing that sentence, which you should have never thought to speak."

"You should punish me yourself, Brother," Doris Alex begged me.

I reached out and put my hand on her cheek. I wiped a falling tear away with my thumb.

"If I punish you, Doris Alex, you will believe I have forgiven you," I said gently. "Forgiveness is permission to do it again. I do not forgive you coming so close to acting on what you think is best for the Brotherhood. I do not forgive you choosing what you wanted over what I wanted."

"Many Brothers can handle the disciplining of a Sibling; but there are only three Enforcers," Anna said. "And only David can give us back the Bloodlines that we thought were lost."

"Bloodlines?" Doris Alex asked distracted for a second.

"Your children with David will not be Alexanders," Roderigo informed her. "Nor will Iane's children with him be Ians. The Sarah and Matthew Bloodlines will be returned to the Brotherhood in the form of the mixed children of the Ekaterina and your Bloodlines. It was important to us that we give those Bloodlines a good rebirth, and we are pleased to have such gifted mothers for the children."

"That's not what we..." Doris Alex said sitting up.




A Master's Ring: Book 03



"I'm going to enjoy bringing that arrogance back to Earth," Samantha interrupted worshipfully. "You were about to say the Bloodlines planned something else, weren't you?"

Doris Alex sat back silently.

"Hmmm," Samantha said. "Your pretty slave shows promise, David."

"We know that the Bloodlines thought it would be best for mixed children be a part of the mother's line," Roderigo said. "The Brothers have chosen differently. I hope that's acceptable to all of you, or Samantha will be busy for a very long time."

"So you see, Doris," Anna wrapped up with. "David can give us back what was lost, and do other things that are of no concern to Siblings. There is no need for him to learn how to punish or train Siblings adequately."

"Let's be honest though, Bloodlines seem to require a special touch when it comes to disciplining them," Samantha said immodestly. "It's not as if every Brother is as talented as I am with a whip. Anna is the master, but if she doesn't want to take this on then I'm the best one for the job."

"So I've heard," Roderigo said amusingly. "I'm not very interested in Sibling punishment other than to keep mine in line; the Council takes up too much of my time anyway. It sounds like fun though."

"I was a rarity," Anna admitted conversationally. "An Enforcer that was a talented discipliner."

"I'm sure you are as unique as I am," I told her.

Anna threw her head back and laughed.

"I find it incredible someone as intelligent as you does not understand, Doris," Anna said after she was done laughing. "David does not punish, he kills."

"Punishment is no guarantee that a person will not trespass again," I said. "Death is a more complete solution."

"Not if you need to use that person later," Roderigo told me.

"Then I don't advise letting anyone near me that you might need later," I warned him.

"That's why most Brothers are not allowed near you, dear," Anna said with a quirky smile. "I'm really disappointed in you, Doris. I hope that David was correct, and you simply did not believe he could kill you. Otherwise, choosing you to ride herd over the Siblings here was a mistake. Brothers die for those kind of errors, and I'm too old to be sanctioned for expecting better from a Bloodline Sibling." 

Doris Alex's closed her eyes for a second as Anna's words beat her psyche.

"When can I start?" Samantha asked me politely.

"Doris Alex only has exams the first week of the final exam period," I told her. "She will join your household for two weeks on the day of her last exam."

"Three weeks," Samantha said professionally. "I will definitely need three weeks."

"Three weeks!" Anna said surprised.

"She is Bloodline," Samantha said defensively. "I've never had to work on one of them. It's necessary to ensure that I don't break her usefulness to us; after all she does have a lot of responsibility on her shoulders. Also, I'm sure when Iane is brought to David, it will not be long before he asks me to adjust her behavior. She's definitely worse than Doris."

"I see," Anna said clinically. "It would be better to experiment with Doris; Iane is likely to drive even you to extremes."

"Speaking of which, may I borrow Michael and Leonard for this?" Samantha asked Anna and me.

"Why?" I asked.

"Two reasons," Samantha said ticking them off on her fingers. "First, Michael will serve as a reminder to Doris of her time with me. I would like to leave her with a little something to remember, and you're probably not going to want me leaving any permanent marks, right?"

"No, I would prefer nothing mar the beauty the Brotherhood's care has given her," I replied.

"Secondly, I lack a certain piece of male equipment," Samantha said. "I have plastic models and will use them, but I find that there's nothing quite as humbling as having real flesh and blood fill all of a Sibling's orifices, especially when none of those cocks belong to a Brother."

I shrugged figuring Samantha knew what she was talking about.

"Any other limitations?" she asked me.

"Don't kill her," I said calmly. "If that's necessary, it is my responsibility."

"Of course," she said as if it had not been necessary to make the point.

"Tell everyone in the house, why you will be leaving for three weeks," I told Doris Alex. "Make sure they understand how you made this necessary."

She stood up without saying a word.

"Doris Alex," I said while she was turning towards the house.

She froze.

"Apologize to each for believing you were in any way better than them," I instructed.

"Yes, Brother," she whispered.

I snickered as she lifted her chin and walked just as proudly and arrogantly into the house as she walked out.

"You know it's impossible to break a Bloodline of that arrogance and pride, you can only hope to contain it," Samantha said to me. "Too many Brothers hold them in high regard. Even if by some miracle she ever becomes as perfect a Sibling as your Jason would have been, she would still be too proud and arrogant."

"She can be proud of the work it took to bring her into this world; the Brotherhood's work," I answered. "She can be arrogant of her obedience and ability to bring pleasure into my life."

"You might be asking for too much from a Bloodline," Roderigo said humorously.

"Then you can have her, Roderigo," I said looking at him.

"No," he responded immediately. "I have made my choice; Doris Alex no longer fits into my plans."

"I've seen the profile; your choice will have you running around in circles," Samantha teased him with.

"If Katherine escapes her present situation unharmed," Roderigo said. "I will chase her in all the circles she wants; I have a feeling she won't run very fast."

"Enough of this prattle," Anna said looking at me.

"One thing makes me wonder though," I said to them. "Brothers have had wars between themselves. What of Siblings and Brothers?"

"Kiera, go inside," Roderigo commanded.

The two female Brothers gestured at their companions. All three Siblings marched into the house without looking at any of us.

"Four of the ten Bloodlines no longer exist, David," Roderigo reminded me. "Very few Siblings know that only two of them were truly lost. The other two had to be destroyed for what was rebellion in Brothers' eyes."

"Iane is, and Doris Alex was, very close to similar crimes," Anna said. "Doris Alex's sisters are not as strong as she is, which slowed down her progress long enough for your arrival to curb the natural path of her actions. Iane has no close relatives, and she associates almost exclusively with Brothers handicapping her ability to do damage."

"Doris Alex is not exactly openly disobedient," I pointed out.

"Not yet," Roderigo said. "But you were right, she stood on the edge of deciding she knew what was best for the Brotherhood and acting on it. Iane was born thinking she knows what is best for everyone; she's just been too busy entertaining herself to do anything about it."

"Individual Brothers are not allowed such liberties," Samantha said. "A Sibling is not allowed to think them."

"Who is Iane?" I asked.

"Aphrodite in the flesh," Roderigo said quietly receiving an agreeing nod from Samantha.

"I'm going to love teaching her to contain that pride and arrogance around you, David," Samantha said joyously.

"That is why I will do it," Anna said to no one in particular.

"But Anna!" Samantha said sitting forward.

She missed the minor roll of Anna's biceps, but I did not. I watched Anna out of the corner of my eye to make sure she did not turn towards me.

"You want this too much, Samantha," Anna told her seriously.

Samantha looked like she was going to argue for a second but finally dismissed the issue with a wave of her hand and a sigh.

"You're probably right," Samantha said. "Would have been fun though; I owe that bitch a little pain."

Anna relaxed and so did I when her biceps rolled back into a position that did not signal the imminent danger to someone at the table.

"Iane is something of a legend in the Brotherhood, as gifted in her Bloodline's advantages as Doris. She has cut quite a swath through the Brothers," Roderigo told me. "She is more arrogant and proud than Doris. As envious as other Brothers will be of your possession of Iane, they will be more happy to see her finally settled."

"Iane and I might not be compatible," I told them.

They did a double take and looked at each other before breaking out in loud laughing.

"I didn't think you had a sense of humor, David," Roderigo said finally.

"It never crossed Doris's mind to protest your decision, dear," Anna told me. "She doesn't like that Samantha will be doing the punishing, but she'll do everything necessary to return to your side. Today, whether she knows it or not, Doris subsumed her will to yours. If it hadn't happened, Iane would have been the first Sibling we asked you to kill. She still might be, but only if we run out of time now."

"You did a very good job with Doris, David," Samantha said with a nod. "Iane will push you, but the truth is, deep in her soul you might be the only Brother she thinks is good enough for her. We will have to see if your will is a match for the Ian gifts."

"Doris Alex fears you," Roderigo told me. "In truth, she has nothing to fear from any Brother except you. Hopefully, seeing her rival humbled will awaken Iane to the danger. Although, most Brothers will laugh at the thought of an Alexander and Ian under the same roof."

Samantha snapped her head towards Roderigo, smiled widely, and broke out into laughter again. Roderigo and Anna laughed with her after a second. I was glad they were getting amusement out of arranging my life.

"The two girls don't get along?" I asked.

"Make sure you give them very clear rules," Samantha advised. "Like no sharp objects."

"No blood would be better," Roderigo interjected with.

"They're from different Bloodlines," Anna said with exasperation. "No matter what rules you set those two will be at each other's throats. Keep them competing for Rank; if they understand hurting each other means a rapid descent in their status, they will limit the damage they do to each other. If it gets really bad, let Melisa deal with them. There's nothing like a First with an annoyed Brother to deal with Sibling squabbling. Lord help them, if she's a crested First, which hopefully Melisa will be by the time Iane knocks on your door!"

"The Bloodlines don't like each other," I said raising an eyebrow and filing her advice for future reference.

"This will be the first time two different Bloodline children live in the same house in two hundred years," Roderigo said with smirk. "You have no idea how ironic it is that these two will serve an Ekaterina Brother."

"Because we were looked down on?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"It is far more than that, David," Samantha said. "The Ekaterina Bloodline was fanatically loyal and obedient; the original goal of indoctrination was to emulate Ekaterina behavior. There isn't a single recorded instance of an Ekaterina child not becoming a Sibling or being crested."

"Brothers treasured your ancestors far above the other Bloodlines," Roderigo said with a smile. "It was so bad the Council chose who an Ekaterina Sibling would be crested by to prevent problems. For centuries, every Ekaterina had a Brother for a parent hindering any attempt to improve the line. Brothers robbed the Ekaterina children of the advantages we gave the other Bloodlines."

"The Bloodlines are very competitive," Anna told me. "The Ians were in favor, but the return of your Bloodline puts them in a very distant second place."

"But I'm a Brother," I said reasonably.

Roderigo and Anna shrugged, while Samantha hid a smile behind her hand.

"It only serves to make the Bloodline competition even more irrelevant for now," Roderigo told me. "When Iane comes here and discovers that not only has the Ekaterina returned in the form of a Brother, but you are as gifted as she is, the girl may choke on her frustration."

"When will she be moving in?" I asked.

"Not for a while," Anna said. "There are more important things for you to take care of. We will sacrifice even Iane's life if it is necessary. After all, she has cousins who can serve us in her place."

"Hmmm," I said without committing. "So who is Katherine?"

"That is one of the more important things we expect you to take care of," Roderigo said with a hard nod.

"Unfortunately, there has been enough disruption in this house, David," Anna told me. "Katherine is in the future."

"Not very far in the future," Roderigo said angrily.

"You are right there, grandson," Anna said with an agreeing nod. "It would be dangerous to wait much longer, and not just Katherine will be endangered if we wait too long."

"Anna, I'd like some advice on Doris Alex," Samantha said to interrupt the thought stream.

"Well, that's my signal to get out of here," Roderigo told us standing up.

Kiera opened the back door and stepped outside.

"How will you know if Doris heels, David?" Samantha asked after Roderigo and his Sibling left.

"I plan to give Doris Alex, Michael, Susan, and Nancy to Alyssa for a week, as a reward for good grades," I said.

"A final temptation for Alyssa?" Anna asked.

"There's no need for that, Alyssa has already made up her mind," I replied. "I planned for this reward prior to coming to the conclusion that putting Doris Alex in your hands was necessary. Now it will give me an opportunity so see how she performs after Samantha is done with her."

"You doubt my skill?" Samantha asked wickedly.

"No," I told her. "I doubt this puppy's ability not to pee on the carpet if a Brother isn't around."

"Iane is going to hate you," Samantha said with a vicious smile. "I can't fucking wait!"

Both women laughed again for some reason, then turned towards each other. I was amazed by some of the things they discussed putting Doris Alex through. Personally, I would have chosen a bullet, but Jason whispered that a Sibling sees the world in a different way. I took his word for it; after all, he had suggested the alternative to my first instinct on how to deal with Doris Alex.

=====Chapter 45=====

Siblings can be trying.

I learned early I could not lock my bedroom doors with a Sibling in the house, but even closing them caused problems. It was easier to tell anyone in the living room to keep it down so I could keep my bedroom doors wide open while studying. If I closed the doors, every Sibling in the house interrupted me by peeking in and asking if I needed anything.

I closed my bedroom doors once, and timed the interruptions. Someone came in to check if I needed something every seven minutes for two hours before I conceded the issue. There was definitely some form of diabolical planning involved, since no Sibling came to my door twice in a row.

The level of annoyance caused by these types of Sibling habits is distinctly situational.

If I was horny, I simply closed my door and waited for the right Sibling to ask if I needed something. A look made them kneel with their mouth open, or drop trousers and climb happily onto my bed. It was an overly complicated mechanism when I could unclothe any Sibling I wanted and fuck them wherever I found them. On the other hand, it was pleasant to let fate surprise me as to who would relieve any particular bout of horniness.

The more annoying side of the coin was that Siblings made it impossible to take a nap in front of the TV in my living room. I finally found out why during the last couple of days of the University's winter break.

Everyone went home or where I assigned them for break; in the case of Doris Alex and Michael, it was Samantha's house. Susan, Nancy and Stephanie spent the Holidays at Anna's home.

"Have fun," Melisa whispered as we said goodbye near her car before she set out to spend most of the break with her mom and dad.

With the house empty and the three 'imported' Siblings having left already, I wondered what fun she expected me to have.

I came home from a late lunch and froze outside my door. My instincts screamed that there were people in the house. I opened the door slowly and stepped inside. It sounded like a woman was having a loud conversation with herself in the living room. I relaxed as she laughed in a way that was too natural for her to be uninvited; I could not sense anyone in any other part of the house either.

I walked into the living room only to come to an immediate halt. It was not one woman but two; the reason it sounded like only one was that they had the same voice.

They had the same everything; bright blue eyes, straight brown hair, young high breasts, friendly smile, and excited smell. They stood up and spun slowly to make sure I could not mistake what they were.

Naked identical twins.

"This is the part where you set the rules by telling me that you don't fuck each other," I told them. They shared a confused look before speaking.

"You're a Brother," they said in perfect unison.

"We do..." the one on my left started.

"Whatever you want!" the one on my right concluded.

I guess they wanted to make that perfectly clear, because they turned and kissed like they had given each other their first and a few thousand more since then. They moved towards me while remaining lip-locked until they could kneel in front of me. Each one reached out with a hand to open my pants; when I stepped out of them they continued swapping spit around the steel bar my dick was imitating.

The next day, when we finally separated long enough to talk, I found out my house was now an official stop on the Sibling's Brother road map. Melisa found about the twins winter road trip and suggested a week stay with me.

It was my first experience with a Sibling's inability to leave a Brother without white ring company for longer than a day. Siblings seem to believe that if a Brother is left to their own devices for too long, they will fuck some outsider and decide they like that better than having thousands of uninhibited people to service any possible sexual need or fantasy.

I thought I would be spending two weeks on my own, but as the twins were leaving a thirty-something sexual dynamo was pulling bags out of her car in my driveway. 

The dynamo should not have bothered with bags. A bucket with her toiletries would have done as well since she undressed in the foyer and did not put a stitch of clothing back on until she left. She had me give her a tour of the house and touched nearly every flat surface. By the end of the week, only Melisa and Stephanie's beds were left out of our fuck-fest.

Melisa bounced up the steps as the dynamo drove away when the week ended.

"Did you have a good Holiday season?" she asked kissing me.

"It was okay," I told her.

She raised an eyebrow and like the dynamo stripped in the foyer. I got behind her and pressed her against the wall. My robe hit the floor, and a second later my first stroke lifted her completely off the ground.

"I missed you," she whispered before an orgasm crashed through her.

Susan, Nancy and Stephanie arrived a couple of days later, and the day after that Michael walked into the house leading a leashed Doris Alex.

She was wearing a white silk robe with a hood that covered her head. Michael reached into the hood and unclipped the leash. He moved to stand behind Doris Alex and pulled the hood back. Her green eyes assaulted me as Michael pulled the robe off her body. Naked except for a light sheen of anticipatory sweat, Doris Alex was breathing hard. I walked around her nodding to myself; Samantha was very good, not only were there no permanent marks, but I could not tell that Doris Alex had been abused in any way.

She quivered like a thoroughbred at the racing gate.

"She hasn't touched a Brother in three weeks," Michael said shaking his head.




A Master's Story



Authors Note.

This is the first chapter of an almost complete, full-length novel about star-crossed lovers. There are two streams to the story, this one is aimed at male readers the other, entitled Slave, is aimed at female readers. Therefore Males should read the Master chapter #n before reading the Slave chapter #n. Males still need to read the Slave chapters as they will discover important plot clues buried therein. Female readers should read the Master chapters as well, as most of the background information is contained therein. I did not want to write two books! The story is of the interaction of the main characters as they travel the bumpy road of experience that is life.

It is intended to get readers of both sex's able to identify (get their juices flowing) with the main character (of their sex) while understanding what the other character is doing.

All characters are drawn from real life; names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Be warned the female character has a hidden agenda right to the last chapter!

Also be warned the lovers are very adventurous sexually and this story has them experiencing activities that are injurious to health if practiced in real life. 

The ultimate safe sex is to read about it!

Where in your body is your most erogenous zone? Answer between your ears.

I hope you like the humor buried here, so read on and enjoy James and Jessica's story.

*

Master by Accident.

I had seen a photograph of some bondage implements and the prices people were paying for them. I needed some extra money and so with a small outlay and a little effort, I made a set of cuffs and spreaders for ankles and wrists. I ventured two advertisements in the local contact magazine. `Bondage equipment for sale reasonable prices.' and `Master into teasing not beating has room for one or two submissive slaves.' The venture was a small success. I was selling a lot of rope, with the ends properly bound, at retail prices, a mark-up of 90%, a good return. The small factory I had inherited from my uncle Josh, and its two workers was busy again.

I polished and varnished the wood and made a few adjustments to the lounge room of the small house in the city that Uncle Josh had helped me purchase after my second marriage break-up. I fitted four strong eyebolts into the ceiling above the bar through a ceiling joist and another pair six feet further into the room and another pair over the settee. I made up four pulley block sets and checked that they all ran freely.

I re-ran the advert at a discount for a further three months, and included a photo of the items I had made. Orders for rope came in at a reasonable pace that turned the business round. The accountant had showed me the books and advised me to sell, uncle Josh had been hurt badly by the economic down turn. He had not made a profit in almost four years. The working capital was at the lowest it had ever been. 

I pressed ahead with the alteration to his old house beside the harbor. Finding a builder was easy, everyone wanted work. The alterations to the top floor would be ready before Christmas, I could expect the income from the two flats to double the company's meager profit. I was enjoying being my own boss.

I had not had to sell the city house. I had a heritage mansion. I had a functional business in its own factory. On paper, I was a millionaire. Returning here after my second ex got the family home down south had been a good idea. Working two jobs for four years, being a Mr. Fix-it for a large retail store, fixing all manner of white goods that had been traded in and getting them ready for re-sale had been a good move. The work had been frustrating, but the company pick-up had given me wheels and the collection and delivery had helped me learn the city streets, it had been over 25 years since I had left and the city had changed a lot.

I was especially happy about the business turn-around. Jane the company sectary a woman recently re-married, really knew the companies main business. Sheets and halyards for sail boats. She had been with Josh for 15 years. Ebenezer a man of 67 who had taught me all he knew about splicing rope to steel wire. How to run the rope making machines, was happy to have them working at least a day a week and one going all the time. Uncle Josh had taught me the maintenance of the rope making machines, they were German made in 1960 quite complicated, but good German engineering, built to last. 

I was still working part time for the retailer and had the use of its pickup whenever I needed it. I had bought a second hand ford F250. All I needed was for the economy to turn round and I would be making serious money. Uncle Josh had stashed away quite a lot in the good old 80's. I could make thousands of miles of rope from his extensive raw materials stock holding. I just had to replace some when I had a positive cash flow. Trouble was the delivery quantities were huge and that took a lot of cash.

I had Jane to help me there, she knew the raw materials stock, its cost and replacement value. I think she knew the value in replacement sheets and halyards for most sailboats on the harbor. She could give the client a estimate to replace them off the top of her head.

It was November and the sailboat business was picking up. I had work for two yachts, a complete running rigging replacement, in a week. Ebenezer gave me a pass mark on the halyards I had to make up, praise indeed. The bondage rope essentially a mail order business had continued and one machine was running every day now making 10mm rope. I had moved into the big house. I had a housekeeper that came in to clean. The alterations were within budget and early. Three more weeks and I could let the flats. I placed an advert in the local newspaper. When the big house top floor flats were let, I could let the city house and cut down the hours I worked for the retail giant.

There were two letters from the contact magazine on the mat of the city house. I opened them and dashed off a standard reply from my overworked PC for the first, another order for 10mm rope in the pipeline. I made a note to myself, change the address to a box number before the next re-run. The second letter was from a young woman who said her name was Jessica, could she meet me to discus the implements and their use? A local telephone number was included. I rang and spoke to a woman with a sweet sexy voice. I arranged a meeting at the local wine bar, Friday after work. I told her I would be wearing a distinctive black sweater with white diagonal stripes across it.

The appointed day arrived and I sat and waited for Jessica. It was a long wait and I had had three glasses and was contemplating a fourth when someone touched my arm.

"Hello, I'm Jessica." She looked very nice; almost pretty enough to be a model, nice figure, nice hair, but about six feet tall. One flaw an obviously broken and badly set nose. I offered her a wine and forsook my fourth. 'I just may need my wits about me here.' I thought to myself.

Her presentation was quite severe, a formal white blouse buttoned to the neck and a pencil slim black skirt to just below the knee, dark stockings or tights and sensible mid-heel black court shoes. She wore no rings or earrings and her make-up was minimal, with the exception the lips of her small prim mouth, which were glossed in my favorite shade of red and moistly glistened in the subdued lighting of the bar.

"I saw your advertisement quite by accident." She assured me, "and I am both curious and somewhat disgusted that people make and sell such implements of torture." Jessica went straight for my jugular; once she had her glass of wine.

I relaxed and waited for her to continue, and when I had not replied she eventually did so.

"Do you use them as well as sell them?" she demanded. Her color was rising. Her glance slid away from mine as she took a sip of wine.

I smiled nicely, gave her my best charming wicked grin, but said nothing.

She continued, "What sort of disgusting things do you sell then?"

She locked eyes with me for a second then dropped her gaze to look into her glass.

"I have a range of equipment." I replied and smiled again. I sipped the last dregs of my wine.

"Yes, but what sort?" She looked up and quickly looked away again.

I smiled again. "They are all hand made. I am a skilled worker and they are of the finest quality, soft leathers, silk ropes and varnished wood."

"Yes, but what sort and do you use them yourself?" She was beginning to color up slightly and she licked her lips nervously, she still would not look me in the eye. The atmosphere was charged.

"Well there are many different sorts of bondage implements, what sort are you interested in?" I turned her question back upon her.

She had almost finished her drink and her color was a little more flushed. Her lips were still moist and she nervously flicked the end of her pink tongue over them again before replying.

"I don't really know, did you see the photographs in the paper a month or so ago?"

"Yes, I saw the paper and read of the stupid woman who went too far and killed her client."

"Yes that paper, that woman, but you are a man so you torture women."

I let her statement lay, giving no response. 

"I could not work out what half the things in that picture were for, let alone imagine anybody letting someone use them on them." She gulped the last of her drink.

I smiled at her, but said nothing.

"What sort of things do you make?" her moderated tone made her question less demanding. She briefly held my gaze again.

"Would you like to see some?" I smiled innocently.

She was quick to reply. "What! Do you have some with you?"

I smiled again and turned her question back at her. "You did not answer my question?" 

"Yes, I would like to see what you make." She licked her lips nervously again.

I took the simple cuff from my pocket; it was really nothing more than a leather wristband, soft, broad and had no fastener.

"How does this work?" She asked. Her eyes flashed at me and she looked down again.

"Hold out your wrist." Her wrist shot out. I wrapped the short leather strap round her wrist, fed the end through the loop, and pulled it tight. 

"This is so the other things don't leave ugly red marks or chafe your skin." I explained in a soft voice. 

She was stroking the smooth supple leather, lifted her wrist to her nose, and smelt the distinctive odor. "Do you have anything else to show me?" She was almost whispering now. She did not look me in the eye, keeping her gaze down.

"Do you want to see some more?" I asked with a nice smile.

She nodded her eyes continued to flash nervous glances watching my every move.

"You will have to come to my home I use my lounge as a show room; it's around the block only a few minutes walk." 

I took her elbow and gently led her from the bar. She accompanied me quite freely without a word. We walked to my small city house. I unlocked the door and motioned her inside. She took the steps into my house un-aided. I indicated the doorway to the lounge and switched on the lights. The polished wooden floor, the white leather suite and lambs wool rug before an open fireplace impressed her. There was only a large mirror and one picture on the walls, which were hung with Hessian cloth. The light was quite bright. A glass topped coffee table, two bar stools and a magazine rack completed the furnishings.

"Another glass of wine?" I indicated the bar stool and poured one for myself. 

She just nodded looking around the room. Her heels clacked on the polished wood as she made her way to sit on the stool, keeping the bar between us as I poured her the drink.

"What sort of things do you want to see?" I decided to pile on the pressure.

"Oh, I want to see them all." She smiled briefly at me, her first. I thought she should smile more often.

"Well I think I can do that, what would you like to see first?" I wanted her to seem to be taking the initiative.

"You said that this was to stop things chafing the wrists. What sort of things did you mean handcuffs or rope?"

"Both can damage skin and both are used, which would you like to see?"

She looked down. "Rope." was her soft reply.

I reached below the bar, removed a length of rope, and laid it across the bar. She picked it up and fingered the silk patterned outer threads it was only six feet long.

"What is this for, it hardly seems long enough to secure anyone." she looped the soft coils around her hands.

I took one end and said. "Would you like to try it round one wrist?"

The cuffed wrist shot out and the wild look she gave me told me that there was no question about it, she was going to submit. I took her slim wrist, with one end of the rope in her hand with a loop at her elbow wound the rest of the rope over itself, and neatly circled the cuff on her wrist several times. I slid the end through the loop and pulled the end from her hand, then tied the ends off. She now had six feet of stout rope loosely wrapped round her wrist.

She ran her fingers over the coils. "Would you like me to do the other one?" I softly asked. She nodded. I fitted another soft leather cuff and a second rope coiled around her other wrist. She sat sipping her drink, she kept fingering the bindings.

"But these are hardly restraints?" She was bolder this time and looked me in the eye for a few seconds.

"But they can be. Would you like to see how?"

She nodded. "Hold out your hands." So while she had her glass in one hand she tentatively held out the other.

With a stainless steel 'D' shackle, I passed the pin through the bindings and screwed it home. The heavy metal glinted in the overhead bar light. She fingered the simple loop and turned the thread in and out a few times. I had left it quite loose. 

"It's become half of a hand cuff, but would be very easy to get off."

"Would you like to try the other half?" She held out her wrist and I fitted another 'D' shackle to the other wrist.

"How do they fit together?" she asked.

"Well they can be used like that and joined together with other rings or with rope to keep your wrists together or used to hold your arms apart separately. I took a small thin rope and tied the shackles together loosely. She fingered the crude handcuffs and again turned the pin a few turns each way.

"Aren't they rather easy to get off?"

"Perhaps, but that is part of the game, being tied, but easily freed. Try walking about." 

She stood and walked about. "Where is the bathroom please?"

I took her elbow and led her down the short corridor. 

"Can you manage like that, here let me untie that string."

I returned to the lounge room. She was taking her time.

She walked to the settee and sat down. She asked for more wine and held out her glass. I took the bottle with me and sat beside her while she pondered the situation.

"I suppose you have similar things for legs?"

I nodded.

"Could I try them?" Her eyes flashed white and she flushed slightly. "You won't do anything will you?"

"I will let you try the leg cuffs on. If you tell me to stop, then I will stop."

I smiled and got the items, two cuffs, two ropes and two `D' shackles. I placed them on the arm of the settee in her reach and asked her to pass them to me as I bound her trim ankles. She was trembling slightly when I took the first in my hand. I stood back when each ankle was cuffed.

"You usually spread the legs I suppose?" She was a little red around the neck and face as she said this. She looked around the room desperately avoiding my eyes.

I nodded, smiled and said. "Do you want to try a spreader?" 

She blushed fully now and nodded. I fetched a stout polished pole and handed it to her. She felt the surface and looked at the five metal loops one in the middle and two six inches from each end and two in the ends.

"What are these for?" She asked, there was a catch in her throat and she coughed.

"Perhaps I can show you later, but you wanted to try the spreader. Your skirt will be too tight; could you lift it up a little?" 

She handed me the pole, stood and hiked her skirt to mid thigh and sat down again.

I bent and snapped the shackle and re-threaded it through the ring at the end of the pole. I laid the pole down on the floor, looked at her, and smiled looking at her unsecured ankle and the other end of the pole. 

She shifted her position and placed the cuffed ankle next to the end ring. She did not know it but she had just become my slave. 

I stepped swiftly to the side as she pulled the skirt between her legs covering the flash of black panties. I knelt and secured her leg.

She handed me her empty glass and I asked. "Another?" She smiled and while I filled it, she bent and tested the fastenings.

`I am hardly trusted up; these don't seem to be terribly effective. I could get free in seconds. How can you justify the silly prices you probably ask for these bits of rope and wood?" She seemed more confident, but there was still a catch in her voice.

I turned her question again. "Oh they can be very difficult to get out of. Would you like to try?"

She nodded. "You won't do anything will you?"

"You can try to get out when I tell you, just wait and do what I tell you, then I will sit here and watch while you get free."

I fetched two more spreaders and fixed one between her right ankle and wrist, then the other between left ankle and wrist. She had held her hands in position while I did this. I poured myself a small glass of wine and toasted her. 

"Just one more thing and you can try to get free." She fingered the loose shackles at each wrist. I handed her the glass. She sipped more wine while I fetched a fourth spreader and fitted it to her left wrist.

I un-screwed the shackle and held the pole across her body she had her wine glass in her hand, but stretched out for me to re-attach the shackle. 

"I will screw it in quite loosely. I do not want you to think I have cheated. Would you like to try and get free now?"

She looked at me shocked to find herself so loosely trussed yet not able to get hand to foot, or other hand. She had her legs spread four feet apart, her hands were three feet apart, and it was five feet from ankle to wrist. She could only just get her glass to her mouth she took a large gulp and asked me to hold the glass.

I took it and she tried to get the end of the rope to her mouth and pull the knot loose, but only made it tighter. She half stood and tried to get a hand to the opposite foot. Her skirt had fallen when she did this and its tight hem prevented her getting anywhere near her ankle. She looked at me. 

"Please pull my skirt up." I smiled and she stood still while I pulled it to mid thigh.

"No higher, tuck it in. Yes there." I did as she requested and my hands brushed her thigh and tucked the skirt beneath her pretty panties hem. 

She redoubled her efforts. She could just touch the `D' shackle at her ankle but the flattened end refused to turn with the finger pressure she could apply; she was much to weak to oppose the pressure imposed by the straining rope as she struggled to reach the pin.

"Damn silly things won't turn; perhaps I can reach the other side better." 

She squirmed and attempted to reach the other ankle, but again was frustrated when she saw the threaded end easily in reach but the flattened end that unscrewed two inches away and beyond her outstretched fingers. 

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" She said hotly.

"Of course, that is the whole point of bondage. How often do you think I get to see a perfect stranger voluntarily in bondage with her skirt up round her waist and secured by a few bits of rope, four poles and a few steel rings?"

She returned to the other ankle and the skirt fell restricting her still further. "This damn skirt is in the way! Please take it off?"