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A Sub of All Kinks Ch. 03

By: smegger_29



Chapter 03: Da Club

Kisha stood in front of the mirror and admired her outfit. It was one of her tighter black leather outfits and it gave her breasts more lift. She ran her hands down it, enjoying the feel of it. She had on crotch less panties and black leather mid thigh, stiletto heel boots.

Jason stood at the end of Kisha's bed, dressed in a tight set of leather pants and a tank top. All black including the boots he was wearing.

"Are you ready, my pet?" She asked as she eyed the 18karat diamond collar around his neck. 

Nodding Jason smiled and blushed a little as his mistress eyed the collar round his neck. He still felt this was too much. "Mistress, I don't want to seem ungrateful but...I don't feel like I deserve this. What if something happens or someone steals it?"

Kisha trailed her hand up his arm and then gave his cheek a gentle slap. "No one will steal. We are going to play with those like us. Everyone knows the rules. You will be by my side unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

Jason's closed his eyes at the gentle slap and nodded as his mistress spoke. "Of course Mistress, I will not stray an inch from your side."

"Good boy," she said and led the way out of the house and to her Porsche. It took half an hour to get the club.

Even though they had arrived at ten to be early, already a long line had formed.

"Showtime," Kisha purred and stroked his cheek as she got out the car, walked around and opened his door. She grabbed his leash and gave a gentle tug.

Jason slid out of the Porsche with a grace that his Mistress had instilled in him. His toned muscles on his arms glinting in the moonlight. Jason's eyes scanned along the line, looking for any interesting subs or doms his mistress might be interested in.

Kisha was glad she had used her body glitter on him. Jason had the best body on a sub that she had ever seen. She almost drooled then just thinking about Jason's body on top of hers.

She managed to get a grip on her raging hormones and went to stand in line with Jason by her side. It took fifteen minutes to reach the door but the bouncers at the door smiled and greeted her. They eyed Jason appreciatively.

"Back down boys," she said with a laugh as she led Jason in.

Jason smiled playfully to his mistress and turned to the bouncers a moments and gave a slightly side flex to them just to tease.

Jason winked and slipped inside with his Mistress, sticking close by her side.

Inside the club was packed as those who lived and breathed the BDSM lifestyle were jamming to "It's Gettin' Hot In Here".

Kisha tilted her head back and let the sounds soak into her. This was her time, her life, her zone. And she was going to delight in taking Jason along for the ride.

Jason slid close to his mistress, his hand moving to her ass as they moved deeper into the club.

Jason's eyes scanned across the room once more and he let out a slow breath, feeling good right now.

Kisha let him take some liberties, after all, he was hers and there was nothing wrong with let him play switch every now and then.

"Do you like?" she asked as she leaned in close to his ear.

Jason smiled and bit his bottom lip softly. "I like very much Mistress, it's just a pity there are so many here, or else I would take you right here, right now on the dance floor."

"Would you now? Well, you might get your chance, slut of mine. Anything is possible in here," she told him as she pulled him toward the dance floor and began grinding on him.

A smile crept onto Jason's face as he felt his mistress grind against him, his hands sliding down to her ass cheeks and squeezing firmly, his member beginning to harden at the prospect of taking Kisha, here in this crowd. 

Kisha grinned. So he was starting to relax. That was good. She kept the leash held loosely in her hands as she continued to grind on him as the song changed to "In da Club." 

Jason leaned forwards and kissed his mistress Kisha with fiery passion, his lust and desires rising within him as he pulled her closer to him.

Kisha decided to see how far he was willing to play. She slowly began to raise his shirt up and kissed her way from his belly button up toward his nipples. She could feel the eyes that were swinging their way and she smirked against his skin.

Jason let out a soft low groan, barely audible against the music. Slowly Jason slid his hands slowly up her thighs, under her skirt to grip her panty clad ass cheeks.

"Naughty," she told him and tugged the leash. "Mistress, didn't say you could play yet," she rebuked him.

Jason slid his hands back to Kisha's ass cheeks on top of her min skirt. "Mmm and what if I felt like being a little bad tonight Mistress? The thought of taking your body right here and now, in front of this crowd has me more aroused than ever before Mistress."

"It might have you aroused but I said no," Kisha told him firmly as her hand slid back to his cock and she squeezed it hard.

Jason took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, a playful glint in them as he smiled at his Mistress. "Of course Mistress Kisha."

"Now," Kisha said as she turned around and finished taking his shirt off. She licked his nipple and dropped her hand into his pants.

Another soft moan slipped passed Jason's lips as Kisha licked his nipple and slid her hand into his pants.

Jason's cock immediately hardened fully, his hips moving slightly as his Mistress caressed his throbbing length.

"Since you seem to want to show yourself so badly, why don't we let others see what I get to play with?" Kisha asked as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

Jason shivered as his Mistress pulled out his long thick cock, the crowd gasping, 'Oh's and 'Ah's heard as the light glinted off his impressive member.

"See what a little show and tell can do for you?" Kisha giggled and moved out of the way so that the crowd could see. Many of them she had trained or trained under.

"Isn't it nice and hard?" She caressed it firmly.

Jason stood at ease, with his hands behind his back as his Mistress worked his erection. There were a few cat calls from the crowd and many appreciative nods and a few winks.

"So smooth yet it gives a nice punch," she continued as she dropped to her knees and gave it one long lick.

Jason stiffened slightly and his cock jerked, bobbing in the warm club air.

A circle had formed around them, many male and female subs watching appreciatively and licking their lips, a few doms were also watching with interest.

"He tastes so sweet. Would anyone like a taste?" she offered as she took his hard cock in her mouth and sucked it slowly.

A few greener subs in the audience raised their hands, only to have them smacked down by their Mistresses or Masters.

"I'll play with him," a tall black man said as he stepped forward, his two male subs following close behind him.

Cyrus froze as he took in the size of the large black male Dom. His thigh muscle twitched nervously as he watched him, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two subs by his side.

Kisha stood slowly and eyed the black man. She walked over to him. He towered over him which meant he was six foot and several inches. 

"I don't know," she said and circled him. "I heard that black men are pretty well hung. Can't have you damaging my sub," she told him as she completed the circle.

The man smiled. "If you're afraid I'll break him, I can let one of my subs play." He gestured to both of them. One was Hispanic and the other Caucasian. "Pick the one you want."

Kisha looked over them and pointed to the Caucasian. "I'll take him." The black dom grinned. "Good choice. He has a good mouth. Go with her Jeremy and please her sub. Make it a good show and you'll be rewarded later."

"Yes, Master Stephen," Jeremy said and followed Kisha over to Jason.

"Jason, don't disappoint me," she told him and unclipped the leash so that he could move freely.

Jason nodded obediently to his mistress and stretched his arms out, stretching his well toned muscles. "Mmm I do enjoy a good switch."

Jason walked over to Jeremy and softly caressed his cheek while his free hand slid down his abdomen and slid into his pants.

Jason slowly caressed Jeremy's member before pushing him down to his knees. "Show me and this crowd how god a show you can put on."

Jason slowly caressed Jeremy's member before pushing him down to his knees. "Show me and this crowd how god a show you can put on."

Jeremy slowly licked Jason's member, his eyes going to Jason's face. He licked all over until he had completely licked every inch of Jason's manhood.

Jason watched as Jeremy's skilled tongue worked along his member, a look of lust crossing his eyes. Jason slid his hand his over Jeremy's hair. "Good my temporary pet, your master has taught you very well."

Jeremy only murmured something before licking Jason's balls.

Jason took a deep breath, a moan escaping his lips as his hands tightened in Jeremy's hair. A long moan was heard as Jason reached down a little and fingered Jeremy's nipples.

Jeremy moaned and then began sucking Jason's cock.

"Ahhhhh yes my pet, that's perfect." Jason's hand gripped Jeremy's hair, sliding his hips back and forth, slowly fucking Jeremy's mouth.

Jeremy moaned and sucked faster and harder, his own cock growing hard.

Kisha stood next to Stephen and they watched their subs. 

"How long have you had Jason?" he asked her.

"A little over four months. I think he will make a great switch. He can do sub and dom equally."

"You are lucky. Are you going to take more?"

"I'm not sure yet. Depends on him," Kisha said softly as she watched the two subs perform.

A grin of control crept onto Jason's face as he began to thrust into Jeremy's mouth deeper. The head of Jason's cock popped into Jeremy's throat every so often, gradually going deeper till his full length was sliding in.

Jeremy gagged slightly, adjusted and then sucked eagerly. He wanted Jason's cum in his throat.

Jason felt his orgasm begin to build and firmly pulled Jeremy of his cock, looking into his eyes with a flame of dominance. Jason smirked with a sadist smile. "Beg for it my pet, in front of all these people, in front of your master...beg for my cock."

"I want you to cum in my mouth, master. Please, fuck my mouth!"

Jason smirked more and looked over the crowd. "Do you think this slave has had enough? Or I should I make him wait?"

There were calls for make him wait and others that said fuck him.

Kisha looked at Stephen. "You're call."

Stephen looked at Jason. "Give it to him."

Jason nodded and looked down at Jeremy. "Your wish has been granted." Jason slid his cock home into Jeremy's mouth and began thrust firmly into it, his cock swelling as his orgasm crashed through him.

Jason's cock erupted a long and large volley of cum, several hard blasts hitting Jeremy's throat. Jason grunted and moaned loud enough for everyone to hear, pulling Jeremy's head down on his cock with each shot.

Jason gently let go of Jeremy's head as his orgasm subsided, allowing him to suck Jason clean.

Jeremy cleaned him off and grinned happily before turning to look at Stephen.

"You did good, come," Stephen ordered.

Jeremy walked back over to Stephen's side.

Kisha was smirking as she walked over to Jason and caressed him. "Very nice. You are learning. Come, let's dance."

Jason shivered as his Mistress' fingers moved over his still sensitive cock, a sigh escaping his lips. "Thank you Mistress."

Jason followed Kisha across the dance floor as the circle dispersed, his pants still open for all to view his luscious cock.

"Grind against me, show me how much you want me to ride you here in front of everyone, my naughty little slut."

Jason's eyes sparkled with this idea, his cock stiffening again as he began to grind against his Mistress, gripping her hips tightly as he pressed his cock hard against her.

Kisha gave an animalistic growl and pushed back so that the tip of his penis was brushing against her ass. "That's it, work it!"

Jason circled his hips in long movements, his tip pushing against Kisha's ass farther and farther with each stroke till it was wedged within her cheeks. Jason moaned out loud as he felt the tip of his cock touch her anus.

"Go ahead, ride me," Kisha ordered as she dropped her hand down, lifted her skirt and started fingering her bare pussy.

She was already wet and horny from watching the other sub suck Jason off.

Jason nodded and eagerly griped his Mistress' hips as he moved his own hips forwards. The thick head of Jason's cock strained at his Mistress' puckered rose bud a moment before it gave in and let the head of his cock pop inside.

Kisha moaned and then smiled when she saw some watching. "Enjoy the view," she told them as she rocked back against him so that his cock sank further into her ass.

Jason leaned forwards, a hand sliding under his Mistress's top to squeeze her breast firmly as he sunk the full length of his cock into Kisha.

Jason bit upon his Mistress's shoulder as he felt her ass muscles gripping him, leaving more red marks to keep the old marks company.

"Naughty, naughty, but so you," she crooned as his teeth sank into her shoulder.

Jason withdrew his cock till just the tip was within her scorching hot anus before plunging back into her depths. Jason's cock was relentless like a battering ram as he began a slow, but powerful rhythm.

Kisha sank her fingers in and out of her pussy, matching his thrusts. She was moaning loudly as she felt an orgasm rising. This one was going to be good.

Jason groaned loudly, attracting more attention as Kisha squeezed his cock tight within her ass.

Pinching and pulling hard on his mistress' nipple, Jason's pace began to rise, his cock lasting much longer this time round since he had recently orgasmed.

"That's right, fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me hard, slave!"

Jason drove his hips forwards with increased force, the sound of sweat moistened flesh slapping together emitting from the pair.

Jason grunted with each hard thrust as he drove his cock deeper into Kisha's ass. "MMmmm yesss Mistress, I love fucking your tight ass."

"I know you do, my sexy boy toy. Mistress Kisha loves feeling you fucking it."

Jason's hand tightened on Kisha's hip as his muscles worked hard beneath his skin, his mistress had made him go on a 5 mille run every morning to ensure Jason's physical stamina as well as his sexual stamina seemed unlimited.

Kisha was enjoying the show they were putting on and the attention they were getting as doms and dommes moved closer to get a better view. 

Stephen was back and eyeing the pair. He petted Jorge's head thoughtfully.

"Kisha, can Jorge play with Jason while he fucks you?" Stephen asked.

Kisha grinned. "Be my guests. I like to get it double the pleasure."

Jason moaned as he heard Jorge approach from behind. Jason paused a brief moment to allow Jorge to line his member up with Jason's willing anus.

Jason took in a sharp breath a moment as Jorge penetrated him but quickly let it out once Jorge sunk in.

Jason moved to match Jorge's rhythm, still fucking his Mistress with the strength from before.

"That's right. Show everyone your skill. Ram it good."

Jason tilted his hips a bit, angling his cock to run Kisha's G-spot while simultaneously making Jorge's cock rub his prostate as it thrust into him.

Jason moaned and bit into his mistress' other shoulder, drawing a small speck of blood.

Jason was a biter and most doms and dommes wouldn't like that but Kisha relished it because not only did it bring pain but it marked a person. And she didn't mind being property.

Jason moaned as he felt Jorge swell in his ass and struggle to hold back from cumming as Jason milked him with his ass muscles.

Speaking in Kisha's ear Jason panted. "Ahh Mistress, I'm almost there...please may I cum?"

"Yes, you've been very good, you may cum and so may you Jorge," she replied.

Jason panted harder as Jorge cried out in release, exploding a long thick load of sticky cum into Jason's ass. It felt hot and welcoming.

The sensation of being filled with Jorge's semen set Jason's orgasm off, his cock swelling and hardening more as he erupted within his mistress' ass, coating and filling her rectum with a thick, hot load of sticky sperm.

Kisha shook and then hissed as she orgasmed as well, squirting it out and all down her leg.

Jason groaned long and loud as Jorge calmed and slowly withdrew from Jason, his cock exiting Jason's ass with a soft 'plup'. Jason held within his Mistress for a few more moments before he too withdrew from her.

The watching crowd began to applaud. Kisha turned for a moment to use Jason as support while the tremors of her orgasm slowed. "Nicely done," she whispered in his ear.

Jason smiled and softly kissed his mistress' cheek and whispered back. "I had a perfect teacher."

"Time to go home. I think we've had enough excitement for one night."

Jason nodded and began to zip himself up, stretching his legs afterwards. Once he was done, Jason swooped Kisha up in his big strong arms and headed for the door.

Kisha giggled as she snapped his leash back on. "For doing so good you get to drive."

Jason smiled as he opened the car door and gently placed his mistress in the passenger seat. Jason reached down between his Mistresses legs a moment and scoped out some of the cum that was leaking from her ass and offered her it. "As dessert Mistress."

Kisha licked his fingers slowly. "You can take mistress home and play some more."

Jason smiled and nodded. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Kisha's lips before pulling away and closing the door.

Jason walked around the car and slid into the driver's seat and set off home, Tonight was going to be one for the ages.

A Sub of All Kinks Ch. 04



Kisha opened the door. Inside everything was tiled. It looked like the inside of a football locker room except no lockers. Plenty of showerheads and knobs. There were dangling shackles, ropes and plastic elastic bands for tying. A small sink was filled with assorted toys for play. "Come," Kisha said simply as she twitched the leash and stepped inside.

Jason looked over the room and shivered at the memories here. Some good others bad. He felt the leash twitch and pull forwards, his legs automatically following the pulls of the leash. Jason followed his Mistress Kisha inside the room, stopping where she told him.

Kisha noted his shivers and frowned. Maybe she shouldn't have let Bryon practice on Jason. She knew that both had cum that day and she had believed Bryon when he had said that Jason had not been harmed. Now Kisha wasn't so sure. "Jason, can you handle this?"

Jason looked at Kisha, his eyes avoiding the shackles, remembering what Byron had told him and the story he had to make up for his limp. As Kisha inquired as to whether Jason could handle it, he swallowed then nodded. "I would walk through the fires of hell covered in petrol for you Mistress."

Kisha dropped the leash and cupped Jason's face in her hands. She looked deeply into his eyes. "What are you not telling me?" she demanded.

Jason's eyes looked back into his Mistress', fear from both sides of his mind welling up. He wanted to tell her but the chilling threat from Byron roamed through his mind. There was however an immediate threat before him now, his Mistress was a terrifying sight when she was in a rage. Jason's eyes dropped to the floor. "I...I can't mistress."

"What.... did...Bryon.... do...to...you?" she ground out, her eyes growing cold.

Jason swallowed again, his bottom lip trembling a little as he chose to please his mistress. "He...tore something inside me, I told you...I had caught something but." A tear slid down Jason's cheek as he remembered the pain. "He put too much in Mistress, too much to fast. I begged him to stop but he wouldn't." Jason sniffed quietly. "Forgive me Mistress, I couldn't break free to stop him..."

Kisha's eyes went from cold to furious. "He violated the safe word?"

Jason nodded, trembling before his Mistress. "Yes Mistress. Forgive me Mistress."

She stroked his face softly. "It is not your fault. Bryon will pay. NO ONE damages my subs. If you do not feel up to this room we will pick another," she told him, deciding to allow him to choose.

Jason relaxed as his Mistress clarified that he was not in the sights of her fury. Shaking his head Jason spoke in an almost commanding tone. "I would do anything for you Mistress, I trust you with my life Mistress Kisha."

Kisha nodded as she picked the leash up and led him to the center. "Then play we shall and I will show you how it was meant to be done."

A smile of trust came onto Jason face as he walked to the center. "Your wish is my duty Mistress." Jason raised his arms as he reached the center, waiting for his mistress to apply the shackles.

Kisha shackled his wrists and then put him into the body harness that would pull him off the floor and let him hang horizontal to the floor.

Jason took slow breaths as Kisha raised him, his body becoming aroused at the feeling of being helpless to his mistress.

She grabbed more rope and bound his feet and tied them to the shackles so that his legs and arms were both behind him, leaving his penis hanging down but very hard. "Does any of this hurt?" she asked as she checked the ropes.

Jason shook his head in response, feeling as comfortable as the shackles would allow. "No Mistress, it feels perfect."

"Good, now I'm going to turn on the water, and it's going to hit you on the face and then the rest of your body. Are you ready?"

Jason nodded and closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact. "Warm or Cold Mistress?"

"Cold and if you're good then we will warm it up."

Jason nodded and steeled himself. "I'm ready Mistress."

Kisha turned on the water so that it slowly hit him in the face. She gave him a minute to adjust before turning on a different jet of water, which hit him across the back.

Jason jerked at the initial blast but held still after that, turning his face away a moment to take a breath before turning back to it.

"Still doing ok?" she asked as she turned on a third jet.

Jason nodded as he felt the third jet hit his chest, a slight moan escaping his lips as the spray hit his sensitive nipples.

Kisha walked over to the sink and grabbed some clamps. She came over and put one on each nipple. She watched in satisfaction as the water hit the clamps, which jiggled back and forth on his nipples.

Jason gasped as the clamps jiggled, his mouth filling with water. Jason turned his head away and spat out the water, panting now, a long, loud moan being heard from him.

Kisha turned on another jet that struck him in the balls and cock. She smiled as she caressed his ass.

Jason moaned louder now, a soft cry of pleasure heard from him. Jason ass cheeks quivered as his Mistress caressed them. Jason arched his back as much as he could, his cheeks parting for his mistress, yearning for her to penetrate him.

"Ah, my baby wants me to play," she purred as she leaned down and bit him on the ass.

Jason hissed softly as Kisha bit into his ass. "Ooohhhh Mistress please....mmm I need it."

"Yes, you do need it," she told him as she turned on another jet. Every inch of his body was being hit by water. Kisha walked under him, the water running down her face and her hair, soaking it and plastering it against her head and body. She started sucking on his cock.

Jason moaned extra loud as his Mistress began to suck on his hard cock. Jason's fists clenched and his muscles tensed at the intense feelings he was feeling. "Aaahhhh Mistress." Jason almost whimpered with lust as his mistress serviced his erection with her perfect mouth, the hot wetness tantalizing his skin.

"That's right, my little slut. You are mine and I will take care of you." Kisha sucked some more then began nibbling her way up his chest to his nipples where she licked around the clamps.

Jason bit his bottom lip as he felt Kisha kiss up his abdomen to his nipples, moaning once more as she licked around the still bobbing clamps. "Mmmm yes, My Mistress, My Keeper."

"Yes, your keeper. The one who loves you most," she told him as she turned off one of the jets.

Jason sighed softly as the jet was turned off, a soft growl of frustration emitting from his lips a moment later as the stimulation on his ass ended.

"Oh? Didn't want it to stop?" Kisha asked and then she reached up and slapped his ass hard.

Jason gasped again, his eyes still closed as the water hit his face. Jason ass clenched as a sting went through it when his Mistress slapped it. "Ahhh, please Mistress, so good, mmm."

"I didn't say you could talk," Kisha growled and moved to his face where she covered his mouth with one hand and his eyes with her other and forced his face up into the jetting water so that it was hitting him in the nose.

Jason's limbs jerked as the water filled his nose, slurping noises heard from his mouth beneath Kisha's hand, making it difficult to breathe. Jason's cock jerked at the vulnerability and the thrill of the situation.

Kisha held him that way for twenty seconds and then let him go. "Breathe," she told him.

Jason gasped in a long series of breaths, panting hard. His head facing the floor, the spray hitting his scalp.

"Still want to talk?" she asked circling him. She picked up a ruler from the sink and systematically gave him little swats with it on his ass, legs, his feet and his back before stopping in front of his face. 

Jason gasped softly with each hit, his muscles jerking as each stinging blow landed. Clenching his teeth with the sting, Jason shook his head in response to Kisha's question, staying quiet.

"Good boy," she told him and then reached under him and began stroking his cock.

Jason moaned as his mistress began stroking his throbbing member. His body began to shiver, both from the pleasure he was feeling and the chill of the water.

Suddenly the water began to warm up. "You will not cum," Kisha ordered.

Jason nodded and clenched the needed muscles, resisting the urge to cum. The warm water relaxing him and making it more difficult.

Kisha started stroking faster. She wanted to see how long he would last. If he was good, she might let him fuck her.

Jason squeezed his eyes closed and his toes began to curl. His breaths were coming in long pants as Kisha stroked his pulsing cock faster. Jason's cock grew harder in his Mistress' grasp, the head becoming slimy with precum even with the water rushing over it. Jason moved his hips trying to part his cheeks in an attempt to communicate his desires to his Mistress.

Kisha swatted him hard. "No moving."

Jason whimpered in frustration as he held still, clenching his eyes shut and biting his lower lip. He could feel his orgasm building, forcing all the concentration he could on not cumming.

"Would you like to fuck your mistress?"

Jason nodded and let out a soft cry of restrained passion as the nipple clamps jerked back and forth in the water. Jason's cock was throbbing now, eager to erupt its active load.

"Since you conquered your fears and you've been such a good boy, I'll let you down and you can take me here on the floor." She turned off all the jets, removed the nipple clamps, untied his feet and then lowered his body down so that his feet touched the floor. She left his wrists shackled. "How hard are you?" she asked.

Jason, soaked from head to toe, his long hair plastered across his face and shoulders sighed softly as his feet touched the floor. Looking at his Mistress he licked his lips, speaking softly. "Harder than I have ever felt my Mistress."

Kisha lowered his shackled wrists. "Get on your knees. I want to see if you can fuck me without using your hands."

Jason nodded and slowly descended to his knees, his wrists held high above his head as he looked down at his throbbing hard cock a moment and looked up at his Mistress, a look of playfulness in his eyes now. "Which hole does Mistress desire I take?"

"You may give it to my mouth, sexy ass." Kisha told him as she kneeled in front of him.

Jason's eyes lit up as he heard this and his cock twitched in anticipation. As Kisha kneeled in front of his Jason pushed his hips forward slowly towards her perfect mouth, the head of his cock just touching her lips.

Kisha opened her mouth and took him in. She held him in her mouth for a moment before licking his cock.

Jason closed his eyes and moaned as he felt Kisha's sweet tongue on his cock. Jason began moving his hips back and forth, eager to feel his mistress milking him with her throat.

Kisha began sucking harder knowing that his release was soon.

Jason groaned and let out a deep grunt as he tried to hold back his release, wanting to make this last. Jason pushed his hips further forwards, nudging at his mistress' throat.

Kisha swallowed him deep, sucking and licking. She tapped him twice on his leg, which was her signal for him to cum.

As he felt the double tap on his leg Jason let his muscles relax. Letting out an almost strangled mixture of a grunt and cry, Jason climaxed. Jason's cock erupted as his cry began, flooding Kisha's mouth and throat with his thick sticky seed. His cock jerked violently within her mouth as each blast rocketed out of his tip and hit the back of his Mistress' throat.

Kisha drank it down and slowly slid her mouth off his cock. "Good boy," she said and released him and removed the body harness. "Now, we shall go rest and then go shopping."

Jason was panting hard, his cock still occasionally jerking as water dripped off him and struck the hyper sensitive head of his cock. Jason fell forwards onto his hands and knees, taking deep breaths and nodded. "Yes Mistress, once we rest." Jason looked up at his Mistress and took a chance, gently kissing her full lips.

Kisha kissed him back and stroked his cheek. "You can lay on the bed with me," she told him as she led him from the room.



A Sub of All Kinks Ch. 06



Taking his hand, Kisha walks over to a chair, sits down on the edge of it and pulls Jason down across her lap. She tugs his boxers down and studies the red imprint of her first smack.

Grinning, she began spanking him lightly at first but then harder. She watched in satisfaction as his butt turned red. Jason moaned with each slap from his Mistress once she bent him over her knee. "Mmmm thank you Mistress."

As Kisha spanked harder and harder, making Jason's ass cheeks glow, his cock began to grow hard, pleasure shocking through his body. Kisha could feel his cock against her leg and she gave her sub a knowing look. He was very easy to tease, please and fuck.

She stopped spanking and rubbed her hand all over his butt, feeling the heat from the licks and the start of bruising. A long low moan emitted from Jason's lips as Kisha began stroking his fiery coloured and slightly bruised ass. "Ahhh Mistress, you are so amazing at this."

"You think so? What would you like to do today, my little boy toy?" Jason looked over his shoulder to his Mistress and blushed, feeling a little uneasy about reminding her of their date. "Aren't we supposed to be going to the amusement park Mistress?"

A Sparkle of hope was in Jason's eyes, one that had not been in it since long ago, one of almost an innocent youth. Kisha ran her fingers through his hair. "Hmm, that is right. We do have a date. Go get changed and we'll go."

Jason purred gently as Kisha ran her fingers through his long dark locks. "Mm what would you like me to wear Mistress?"

"We don't want to scare people but you can still wear clothing that allows me access to your cock and your ass hole." Jason smiled eagerly and nodded, an idea forming in his head, "The shorts with a zip for each Mistress?"

Kisha caressed his ass again and gave it a playful slap. "That will do nicely. Right now I want you to get up and go get your clothes and bring them back here to the living room. There are a few more accessories you will be wearing." Jason slowly stood up and nodded before obediently doing as his Mistress instructed, collecting the shorts and a think T-shirt, matching colour for the shorts.

While Jason was gone, Kisha went and picked up some nipple clamps, a wireless vibrating cock ring with anal beads and her own outfit of a skin tight tube top and a black leather skirt with crotch less panties beneath. She put on her low heeled stiletto heels and let her hair flow free.

Jason had brought dark trainers to match the deep colour of the shorts and t-shirt, ankle socks to go with them. Jason gently placed the items down on the edge of the sofa and waited for his Mistress' instructions.

She motioned him over to her even as she lubed up the anal beads. "Bend over, touch your toes. Time to get your toys in." Jason nodded and smiled excitedly as he eyed the toys and asked as he bent over. "The extra large Mistress?" Jason's ass cheeks parted as he bent over, exposing his puckered rear hole.

"Always," Kisha told him as she began inserting the beads. His well loved asshole could handle up to seven beads. Once those were in, she stretched the elastic band which fastened around the cock ring, trough his legs and then held it there. They wouldn't put the ring on until he got hard. She was carrying lube for that moment.

"Leave your boxers and put the shorts on." A long loud moan escaped Jason's lips as he felt his ass filled full of the beads, stretching him nicely. Jason felt Kisha slip the elastic band through his legs and nodded at her instructions, beginning to slide the short up his muscular legs, the daily exercise routines having a very good effect on him.

As his legs moved, so did the beads in his ass, eliciting another moan from him. Slowly his cock began to harden, the feel of the silky leather shorts heightening his pleasure. Kisha caressed his cock and then slid the ring down it.

Jason took a long, slow, deep breath as he felt the tight ring slide down the length of his thick cock. Jason stood still and did not move, allowing his Mistress to do as she pleased. Kisha smiled once the cock ring was on him. "Put your shorts on and let's go." Jason nodded and slowly pulled his shorts all the way up, his hard cock bulging down the side of the long short leg, almost reaching his knee.

When Jason was fully dressed he stood ready and followed his mistress when she began walking towards the door. "We'll leave the leash but you will not leave my side unless told to do so. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress, I will not stray a foot from you." Jason stood at ease with his hands behind his back, still smiling from his revenge session with Byron. The ride to the amusement park took forty-five minutes. Kisha used that time to turn the vibrating cock ring on low and then off and then low and then off again just to tease her sub.

Jason bit his lip each time the cock ring buzzed quietly into life, causing his entire cock to vibrate. Jason gripped the arm rest tightly as they neared the amusement park, his breathing beginning to get harder.

"Sounds like someone's have fun," Kisha purred as she pulled into a parking space and turned off the car. "You will not cum. If even one drop escapes you, you will be punished." Jason gave a brief look of pleading before looking down and speaking softly. "Of course mistress, I will not allow a drop to spill."

"Good boy, time to have some fun." Kisha slid from the car and blew a kiss at two guys who were gawking at her and Jason.

Jason took a breath to calm his arousal before sliding out of the car. As his eyes met the two men's, he glared and a quiet growl emitted from his lips.

His firm toned muscles glinted in the bright sunlight as sweat rolled down his beefy biceps. As Jason closed the car door he tensed his back muscles a little, the leather shirt creaking ominously, as if his muscles were about to burst out.

Kisha hid her smirk. She loved it when Jason got territorial. She made sure to slow rub her hands up his biceps and give the other men an "oh well" look before taking Jason's hand and walking to the gate entrance. Jason's eyes slid to half slits a moment and he let out a low breath like a Rottweiler being petted by it's master. Or in this case, it's mistress.

Jason gently took Kisha's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before following her towards the gate. He hesitated however as a fleeting thought crossed his mind. He shook the thought off, keeping I a secret and locking it away in the back of his mind. Kisha would never say yes to it. He was only one sub of many. She wouldn't want to be bonded to him in the way he was thinking.

Kisha paid the admission fee and walked inside. The crowds were not as large and that was fine by her. She would take him to the other end of the park first were there would be even less people and more room to play.

They got on to the trolley train that would take them to the far end of the park. Kisha watched the people walking by. "What was the hesitation for?" Jason tensed a little and looked away to the other side of the train, speaking softly. "It was nothing Mistress, merely a foolish fleeting thought that you would disapprove of had I let it come to fruition."

"You presume to know what I would approve and disapprove of? Have you still learned nothing from me, Jason?" Jason was quiet a moment and knew he had to improvise and so played on something his Mistress had previously scalded him for. "It was a thought of beating those men down for simply looking at you. Something you have scalded me for, when it first happened and I almost did what my thoughts tempted me to do."

Kisha frowned. "You need to have self-control Jason. Flying off the handle solves nothing," she reminded him. Kisha had a feeling he wasn't being truthful but this once she decided not to pry. The train stopped and they disembarked. She pointed to the backward riding roller coaster. "Shall we?"

Jason smiled in relief as he eyed the backward riding roller coaster and nodded. "That would be fun mistress, a very good choice, thank you." Kisha and Jason were two of ten people who were waiting in line for the ride. They were loaded on five minutes later and strapped in. Kisha grinned and turned the anal beads on low.

Jason gasped softly as he felt the beads suddenly jump into life and moaned softly. His hands gripped the bar tightly and glanced at his mistress with a playful smile, sliding his hand down to grip Kisha's.

Kisha held his hand and then the ride was moving. She grinned and then screamed happily along with the rest as it twisted and turned and did loops before bringing them back to the loading platform. She turned off the beads as they waited for their section of the car to be released.

Jason was breathing hard once more, his pulse racing like an Arabian stallion on the desert plains. Closing his eyes as the train can to the platform Jason realised he was gripping Kisha's hand tightly and it felt...good?

To someone watching Jason closely they would have seen the briefest glimmer of puzzlement cross his face as he processed this thought. Kisha turned at that moment, caught the look and wondered. It was almost the same as the one in the parking lot. "If you're not having fun, say so."

Jason immediately snapped out of whatever day dream he had drifted into, a smile of joy forming on his face. "Oh no Mistress. I am having lots of fun." Softly Jason smiled at his Mistress. "I'm grateful you have granted me this trip today."

Kisha was getting concerned. He was being even more mushy than usual. They rode three more rides before she called a mini break and took him toward a park bench that was fairly secluded.

Jason's arousal had grown significantly with each ride that they had used, his mind fogging with lust. But also with another feeling at the back of his mind, something that refused to go away and always popped up when he least expected it.

Kisha pushed him back on to the bench and sat down on him so that her back was to him. "Unzip your pants and let your cock tease my pussy," she ordered. Jason took a sharp breath as Kisha sat on his lap and ordered him to unzip. Glancing around a moment Jason slid his hands down to the zipper and opened up his shorts, carefully fishing out his long thick erection, letting it rest upon his mistress' moist, glistening pussy lips.

"Mm, you are doing well, no cum. For being good so far, you can take a quick dip, only four strokes and then put your cock back in your pants." Jason whispered as he lined his cock up with his mistress' lips. "Ohhh yes Mistress, thank you." Jason slowly lifted his hips a little, letting the head of his cock slide into Kisha's wet depths. Gently and slowly Jason took his time with his four, long deep strokes, having to use most of his will power to resist doing more.

"Mm, oh yeah," Kisha moaned. He was the best sub she had ever worked with. "Good boy," she told him when she heard him put his cock up and zip his shorts. She got off his lap and stood, "Let's go ride some more rides."

Jason bit his bottom lip softly and closed his eyes a moment as his Mistress acknowledged his good behaviour, the puzzled looked fleeting over his face once more briefly.

Quietly Jason spoke. "Yes Mistress, thank you. Which one shall we ride?" Jason's face was bright and calm, although his thundering excitement was evident beneath the surface.

Kisha decided she was going to force the issue when they got back to the house but today was to be a day of fun, not depression. She pointed to the ride. "I heard they take you to the top, dangle you, and then drop you. Sounds like a good rush to me."

Jason's face lit up as his eyes scoured the ride. "Oh yes Mistress. It sounds great." Jason grinned and subconsciously let his hand slide into Kisha's as they began walking towards the ride.

Kisha liked the feel of his hand in hers. She had been domme to many subs and some slaves but never had she felt for one that she felt for Jason. Wild Jason who had been so hard to tame but who had turned out to be the most responsive of them all.

As Jason neared the ride it occurred to him that he had not asked permission to take Kisha's hand. How could he possibly have forgotten such a basic rule. Quickly he released his hand from her and lowered his eyes. "Forgive me Mistress."

"It is alright, Jason. I do allow spontaneity." She slid her hand back into his. "Besides, don't you think I would have said something when you first did it?"

Jason visibly blushed in the bright sunlight, a gentle smile forming on his face as yet again, the strange feeling entered is mind. Jason shook it off and gently squeezed Kisha's hand. "Thank you mistress. We should move quickly before the line builds up again."

Grinning she half ran, half dragged him as they got in line and managed to snag the last two seats. Jason almost giggled as Kisha half dragged him into the last two places as they barely made it. "Just made it." Jason's face was filled with joy, taking long deep breathes as he was pressed close to Kisha, his erection sending chills through his body.

"Remember, no cumming," she reminded him as they were strapped in and the seats slowly rose to the top. Jason nodded and took a calming breath. "I will try my best Mistress but, our...activities a few minutes ago brought me dangerously close."

"I know and your control was admirable my sexy boy toy," Kisha purred as the seats clicked into place and she looked out across the skyline. They had an absolutely awesome view of the city. "Sweet," she whispered.

Jason gently brought Kisha's fingers to his lips, a slight trace of his juices still able to be tasted there. "As sugar," A playful smiled crossed across his lips as he gently licked around his mistress' finger tip like he did her clit.

Kisha sucked in a breath. "Naughty," she whispered and then the seats dropped and they hurtled toward the ground. Kisha screamed happily with the rest and then suddenly the seat stopped and was lowered the last few feet to the ground. "Whew! What a rush!"


Jason screamed along with his mistress, a long low scream of gut wrenching pleasure, causing his toes to curl tightly and his fists to clench so tight they began to turn white. They were released from their seats last and Kisha wobbled and then fell against Jason. Her legs felt like rubber.

Jason slowly climbed out and caught Kisha as she fell against him, putting pressure on his already throbbing and pulsing erection. Jason tensed all over speaking softly. "oh gooooddss..." Jason was breathing hard, trying his best to keep from cumming, however his efforts could not stop a stray drop from spilling from his tip.

Kisha stroked his face but then gave him a look. "I find that I'm thirsty and hungry, let's get some food and sit down. She was going to check to see if he had cum yet. Jason, panting now, nodded slowly as he gradually began to calm. "That sounds like a good idea mistress, I think we both need to sit down and check our selves..."

Kisha grinned and went to one of the hot dog vendor booths and ordered hot dogs, fries and drinks. Jason stepped from his Mistress' side a moment and sat down gently onto a bench and for a brief moment, put his face in his hands to hide his expression till he could compose himself.

Kisha returned with the food and handed him his. "Did you cum?" she asked bluntly and took a bite of her hot dog. Jason sat up, the expression that had fleeted across his face many times today once more visible for the briefest of moments. Jason looked down at the ground as he took the hot dog. "I must regretfully admit that when you fell onto me mistress, I was unable to prevent a drop from seeping out." Jason took a well appreciated bite out of his hot dog.

"Ah but it was not intentional. You were doing fine until I bumped into you? Yes?" Jason nodded to his Mistress and swallowed. "Yes Mistress Kisha, till that point I was in control."

"Hmm, I suppose I shall not punish you." She stroked his face and then ate a hot dog. Jason gently nuzzled against Kisha's hand a moment before blinking and realised he'd never done that before. Slowly Jason drew his head back and finished his hot dog.

Kisha was baffled by Jason's sudden affectionate nature. She was used to his rougher ways and the fact he suddenly was acting, well gentle, was intriguing. Jason looked away for a moment, trying to force the thoughts down that had clouded his mind this day. Pink, fuzzy thoughts that he had never felt before.

Clearing his throat Jason put on what he hoped was a dark expression but turned out to be an odd mixture of happiness and his attempt at darkness. "Mistress, may I have some cash to purchase a soda?"

Kisha took some money out of her bra and handed it to him, making sure to run her manicured nails down his arm to his hand and laying the money in his palm. Jason's eyes watched Kisha's hand slide into her bra and bring out the money.

Jason shivered as Kisha's nails slide across his skin, once more the puzzled expression coming across his face, but this time there was an underlying tone of annoyance. These fuzzy thoughts were starting to get on his nerves, popping up every time his Mistress touched him. He wasn't supposed to have fuzzy thoughts. He was supposed to be a wild tiger, a ball of burning hot rage and raw fury. But somehow, his rage could never last very long when it came to his Mistress. Beautiful Kisha, looking like a goddess every day and taking him under her way, closer each time.

Kisha watched him get the soda and puzzled over the day's events. Something was bothering her sub. She looked at her watch. Maybe one more hour of rides then it was going to be time to go home and find out what was bothering him.

Jason walked over to the soda stand and looked over the list of drinks before picking out something both he and his mistress would like. Jason clutched his change tight into his fists as he carefully carried the drink over to his mistress.

Slowly Jason sat down and took a long pull of the soda to quench his thirst before offering it to his Mistress.

"No thank you. I think one more hour then we shall go home," Kisha said, waving off the drink. Jason nodded and smiled softly as his finished off the drink, unable to find the will to look at anything other than his Mistress. "Yes Mistress, Thank you..." Jason's tone was almost one of a dreamy state, however he quickly noticed and cleared his throat in an attempt to be rid of it.

Kisha was beginning to wonder if he was getting sick. "Let's go," she said as she threw her garbage in the trash can, stretch so that her skirt rose a little ways up. Jason bit his bottom lips softly again as he stared at the flesh the skirt exposed when it rose up. Shaking his head a little Jason nodded and finished his soda before tossing it in the trash. "Of course Mistress." Jason stood up and stuck close to his Mistress, much closer than his usual distance when out in public. The reasons being, that on occasion his Mistress would tease other men and liked to have enough time to stop Jason should he become actively territorial.

They rode six more rides before Kisha finally called a halt to the day's fun. As they were heading out the exit gate, the two men from the parking lot started making catcalls at Kisha and offering some suggestions on what she should be riding.

Jason obediently followed his mistress towards the gate. When the cat calls entered his mind he froze. His muscles tensing with the days pent up frustrations and the new agitation that was presenting itself. Jason's eyes narrowed as the leather of his clothes creaked under the strain and slowly turned. Time seemed to slow down for Jason as his temperament snapped and broke into a run towards the two men, determined to do some damage today.

Kisha felt rather than saw him move. "Jason!" she snapped but even as she called his name, she knew it was a lost cause for she had seen his face and knew his temper had just hit.




A Sub of All Kinks Ch. 08



Jason hung in the body harness, his arms pressed tight behind his back. Occasionally a grunt would be heard as he shifted position to stop his limbs from falling asleep. Softly he sighed and muttered to himself. "One of these days I'm going to learn to make something up instead of speaking my true thoughts."

The lights slowly came on as Kisha walked inside. She stood there quietly. She still couldn't believe he had said he loved her. It was messing with her mind and her mood. She wasn't sure if she wanted to give pain or be loved. She walked up to him and ran a nail across his back.

Jason had his eyes closed with his head down in the shadow his body cast. When felt the nail run across his back, his eyes flicked open, however he decided to fiegn sleep, just to see what would happen.

She noticed the change in his breathing. She looked and saw his eyes closed. So he wanted to play did he? Very well. She used the nails on her hand to rake a trail of welts down his back all the way to his ass before she paused.

He visibly tensed as her nails ripped into the flesh on his back. Jason gritted his teeth and his eyes flew open at the sudden harsh pain. Small spots of blood formed on some of the deeper welts and his fists clenched as he tried to block out the pain.

"Never fake stuff with me, Jason. It displeases me," Kisha said. She walked around to look him in the face. "Did you mean it?" she asked suddenly.

Jason raised an eyebrow at this question, he'd said a lot of serious things so he could only ask, "That I should learn to keep my mouth shut? After what you just did I'll be damned if I ever think anything again."

Kisha frowned. "Did you mean what you said at the park after we made it to the parking lot to go home?"

He couldn't help his defiant nature at this time and with a barely audible chuckle. "I meant both things I said there. But I see now that it's a one sided feeling, not that I blame you though. After all, who could love an animal with a violence fetish?"

Kisha gasped and then her expression changed to one of anger. "HOW DARE YOU PRESUME TO KNOW MY EMOTIONS!" she roared and then slapped him hard.

Jason had no choice but to take the full force of the slap, pain searing through his cheek and lip. He took a few moments to re-gather his thoughts before spitting out a mouthful of blood. As the thick dark blood hit the floor, it splattered outward, tagging Kisha's boots.

"I never said I did, it was a general statement."

"You never asked either," she snapped.

He looked down at the floor so his Mistress would unable to see his eyes betray his feelings. "I was taught never to question my Mistress, and so unless told to do so, I never do."

Kisha let out a frustrated growl and walked away from him. She started lowering him to the floor. "Your punishment is over."

Jason stood where he was as his Mistress undid the Body Harness around him and sighed a mere fraction, knowing what he had to do to mend the wound he had caused.

He prepared himself for the onslaught she would bring to him in her red hot blazing fury. "You're getting weak, I barely even felt that slap, plus your too slow, I had a full second to brace myself."

Kisha just looked at him. "Get out. Pack your things and get out of my house. You're money will be on the table. Daniel will be out front with a car. This arrangement is over," she said coldly before spinning on her heel and leaving the room.

Jason raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly, his voice full of venom. "So that's it? you're just giving up?"

Jason snorted and rolled his eyes, spitting out another mouthful of blood. "You really are getting out of sync with being a mistress. I remember the days when you used to have fire, spirit."

Jason shrugged to himself and stretched his arms, yawning. "But I guess I'm too much man for you to handle. I guess what I said when we first met has come true. You've finally submitted to me, a real man. A wild man whom you gave up on just because he said I love you."

Jason looked at the ceiling a moment, feigning thought. "It's quite pathetic really, having such a poor weakness. At least I tried to resist it and keep myself in check, you on the other hand. Seem to have folded very easily."

Kisha had gone out to the hallway and stopped in her tracks when she heard his words. She was too furious to really be giving up. She loved him too but she wasn't about to tell him that. No, she had another idea. She kept walking until she reached her room and then placed a call to Mario. If Jason truly loved her well he would get his chance to prove it.

Jason sighed minor and shook his head to himself, a faint smirk crossing his face as violent thoughts entered his mind. Softly he whispered. "Well, since she doesn't want me anymore...there won't be any consequences to me, having a little 'fun' with Mario and his gang of kidnappers."

Fifteen minutes after leaving Jason, Kisha stepped aside the house and got into a black van. She touched Mario's shoulder. "Don't injure him too badly. This is the final test. If he passes it, things will change."

Mario gritted his teeth. "Kisha, are you sure? I mean he's just a stupid brawler from overseas. He's been with you for like what? A year and he's confessing to loving you. I think it's all a sham. Let us persuade him to leave. Life was better when he wasn't around."

"If it's a sham, we will find out. Now won't we?" Kisha said coldly as she closed the door.

Jason slipped his bag over his shoulder and deposited his money into his wallet before walking out of the house. As he walked along the street he flicked open his cell phone and dialled up the operator. "Yeah, could you give me the address of Mcdean's Gunsmiths?"

Jason was grinning to himself as he memorised the address and hailed down a cab. He climbed in and gave the cabbie the address, sitting back Jason grinned once more and enjoyed the ride.

Daniel pulled his car behind the cab and followed it to its destination. He relayed to Mario where they went and promised to spring the trap.

He followed Jason inside and walked boldly up to him. "Mario took Kisha."

Jason paused as he looked over the guns and turned slowly, his eyes dark, a fire in them like a phoenix. Jason's arm shot out and gripped Daniel tightly by the throat, making sure to squeeze just enough so he could cough out an answer. "You've got three seconds to tell me where and why or I'll snap your neck like a chickens."

"He never liked you! And Kisha turned down his offer of marriage today when he asked. I guess he was pissed!" Daniel croaked out.

Jason narrowed his eyes at Daniel and leaned close, his voice dripping with malice of things to come if Daniel didn't co-operate. "You still ain't told me where, boy."

Jason tightened his grip fractionally and grabbed Daniel's balls with the other hand squeezing them hard also.

Daniel's eyes bulged and then he gasped out, "The warehouse, the one out by the docks that Kisha uses to throw parties sometimes."

Jason's grin widened to one of pre wickedness. "Thank you Daniel, and just in case your in on this and try to take me out before I can have my fun with Marco..."

Jason squeezed hard on Daniel's balls, watching his reaction as he almost crushed them in his vice like grip.

"Please, I told you what you wanted!" Daniel squeaked, very close to fainting.

"I know you did Daniel and I'm pleased with that. Hence why I'm merely making you pass out rather than blowing your fucking back stabbing nuts off right here!" Jason snarled and squeezed harder, watching as Daniel slipped into unconciousness.

Jason dropped Daniel's unconscious form and turned back to the desk clerk who, like all gun shop clerks, ignored the proceedings till his client was done. Jason threw a wad of bills onto the counter top and nodded to a pump action shotgun and hunting knife. "I'll take both."

Once the transaction was completed Jason turned to leave, however he paused by Daniels side. Smirking to himself again, he growled and snapped a hard kick into Daniel's gut.

Daniel only moaned but did not waken.

The cabbie had stayed put and waited until Jason got in the cab. "Where would you like to go now?"

Jason looked at the cabbie with determination in his eyes. "Warehouse 56 on bluelake industrial estate, and make it fast." Jason tossed the cabbie twice the fare for incentive.

Without another word the cabbie sped off and within fifteen minutes they were there. "Here you go sir. Do I need to wait?"

Jason shook his head and patted the cabbie's shoulder. "Naw man, you take the rest of the day off, I doubt you'll wanna be here when I'm done."

Jason slid out of the cab and held the shotgun in his left hand as he loaded it with shredder cartridges designed to cause maximum damage.

The cab blinked when he saw the weapon and decided he was going to take his clients advice. He drove off in a hurry and hoped that the young man was stopped before doing something foolish.

Jason's eyes narrowed as he neared the door and readied his gun. Jason kicked at the hard metal door base with his boot and placed the muzzle against the sliding plate, waiting for it to open.

No one answered but suddenly a scream ripped through the air and it sounded female.

Jason's eyes widened a moment before he took a step back, aimed at the lock and fired. Jason grunted as he kicked the door in and advanced along the corridor. "Kisha?"

Silence greeted his voice. The very air seemed to tremble with suppressed rage and anticipation.

Jason glared once more and walked further along the corridor, his eyes flicking from shadow to shadow. "Kisha!"

"She can't hear you boy." Mario's voice echoed off the walls. There was the sound of people moving around but no one was visible. The warehouse had three different sections. Jason was in the main entrance one and would have to pass through two more sets of doors to get to the other sections.

Jason cocked the shotgun and growled once more. "Show your self Mario, so I can splatter you across the walls like a pizza." Jason advanced forwards, his eyes still keen.

Suddenly paintballs whizzed through the air and pelted Jason.

Jason grunted as each hit and fired at the source of the paintballs, the sound of the cartridges echoing through the halls.

The sound of cussing was heard and one cry of pain before it grew silent again.

Jason smirked and reloaded his shotgun, advancing forwards once more. "That hurt? I got plenty more where that came from. Give me the girl and no one else gets hurt."

"You think you're something special because she kept you longer than any others? It doesn't. It just means she felt sorry for a bum like you and gave you a place to stay while she got to fuck you silly."

Jason chuckled and listened to hear where Mario was speaking from. "At least I got a hell of a lot more than you ever did my friend. What's wrong Mario? Scared to come out and face me like a REAL man? No wonder Kisha dropped you like a bad habit. You're just a pansy."

"Do you know that she called me today to come and take you away? Said the sight of you sickened her? That you were a fool who thought he was in love with her? I had to laugh. You're an animal. Animals know nothing of love, especially one like you. But if you want a piece of me then come on. My boys won't bother you. I'll be waiting."

Jason smirked as he walked forwards. So he wanted to play mind games huh? Well two can play that game. "Oh really? Would you like to hear what Daniel said before he died hmm? Before I blew him in half with this here gun? It was vvveerryy interesting."

"You'd better hope you haven't hurt Daniel. I might not be able to salvage what's left of your body if my boys get a hold of you."

"Like that's supposed to scare me Marco. You and I both know that I could take you and your boys apart piece by piece. Or have you forgotten being lifted off the floor in one arm?"

Jason chuckled to himself and continued. "As for Daniel. Well lets just say that if someone doesn't untie him soon the 2:45 train is gonna make mince meat outta him."

The door to the second portion of the warehouse swung open to reveal the third door opening. Jason stepped through the door, his guard up, listening hard as he spoke. "Well? Where are you Mario? Hiding scared like a dog?"

"Nope, right here," Mario said from inside the third room. Shackled nude to the center wall, Kisha hung unconscious. Her body had several gashes and blood was running down her inner thigh. Her long hair had fallen forward and covered her face.

Jason smirked and levelled his shotgun at Mario, a sadistic smile on is face. "You got three seconds to let her go before I do something to ya, something bad."

"Do you think killing me is going to help her? I tried to get her to get rid of your sorry ass but she insisted that I leave you alone. She wanted to test you to see if you really did love her but I had a different plan in mind. Of course she wasn't cooperating so had to do it in a way that she understands, rough. She'll be hurting for a few days but then she'll thank me for it," Mario sneered.

Jason smirked, his eyes suddenly cold and calm as he looked at Mario, lowering his shot gun a little, now aimed at Mario's knees. "Too bad for you then Mario."

With that said, Jason pulled the trigger sending the contents of the cartridge screaming into Mario's legs.

Mario wasn't expecting Jason to fire so when the gun went off he didn't immediately react. He felt fiery pain race through his leg and then he screamed in agony and shock as his knee gave out and he crashed to the ground writhing in pain.

Jason let out another sadistic chuckle as he moved over to Mario, just out of arms reach and cocked the shotgun once more.

"See now Mario, Kisha kicking me out was the worst possible outcome for you. Because it lets me do whateeeeever I want."

Jason aimed for Mario's head this time. "Because you see Mario, Kisha was the only thing holding me back, keeping me in check. Making sure that the animal she helped create didn't become wild."

"Bastard! You think killing me is going to make her want you?"

Jason grinned wickedly and spoke with an excited voice. "Tut tut dear Mario, if I thought that then I would've shot you in the head!"

Jason moved closer and put his foot on Mario's injured leg, pressing his weight onto it. "No no Mario. I'm going to make you suffer. A long and agonising torture that takes you to within an inch of your life. Then I'm going to take you to hospital, get you fixed up, and do it again! Over and Over. Heres the kicker though. If you resist, Daniel dies. Your choice Mario."

"Don't," Kisha croaked, her voice sounding harsh in the silence. She had woken and heard Jason's last words. She never knew that her body could hurt like it was hurting but then again, she hadn't known Mario could be that violent either. He'd never shown so much aggression even when she had been training him on how to be a dom. She wanted to cry but she refused to appear weak in front of either man.

Mario's gaze shifted over to Kisha and he frowned. He couldn't believe the bitch was awake! He thought he'd done enough to her to keep her down for several hours not just one.

"Shut the fuck up, Kisha. This is between us men."

Jason's eyes narrowed and his anger suddenly sky rocketed into rage as he stomped down as hard as he could onto Mario injured leg. How DARE he talk t Kisha like that? How DARE he beat her in such a way.

Jason's anger was coming to a head now and his most sadistic and vicious thoughts coming forth. Jason tossed away the gun, landing at Kisha's feet. Leaning down he gripped Mario's hair in his left fist and balled his right, bringing it down hard at Mario's face, speaking a word with each blow.

"This. Is. For. Fucking. With. My. MISTRESS!"

Mario screamed in pain and Kisha winced. "Jason! Stop, please!" she cried, her voice cracking. Her throat hurt but she had to stop him before he killed Mario and went to jail.

Jason ignored Kisha' voice, he was going to end this once and for all. He didn't plan on killing Mario, merely showing him what REAL pain is all about.

Jason hauled Mario his feet and drew his hunting knife. "You think you know about pian Mario hmm? Think you know about being hurt huh?"

Jason slashed his knife across Mario's chest. "THIS is what pain is about, suffering, agony, not knowing what your captor is about to do to you."

Mario was hurting but he'd be damned if he was going to let Jason have the satisfaction of him saying anything. So he gritted his teeth and then spit in Jason's face.

"JASON! Kisha screamed loudly.

Jason snarled as Mario spat in his face and slammed his hunting knife into Mario's right shoulder, twisting the blade harder.

Jason smirked and turned his head to Kisha. "Yes?"

"Leave him and his poison here. Please get me down," she added softly. She didn't want to be weak but the pain was starting to get to her again.

Jason's eyes softened a moment before he nodded and swiftly tripped Mario onto his back. "Of course."

Jason moved over to where Kisha was being hung and gently let her down.

She collapsed into his arms with a hurt yelp. She closed her eyes and cursed herself for letting her guard down. She should have known Mario would get this way. He'd been trying to marry her for a while now and she kept putting him off because it hadn't felt right.

Jason slipped his arms round Kisha, holding her close, breathing out a long sigh of relief. "Mistress..."

"Just get me outta here, please," she told him. And then settled for just trying to breathe against the pain in her ribs. She was pretty sure Mario had broken a couple.

Jason gently nuzzled against Kisha a moment, breathing in her scent. Shaking his head he nodded and picked her up into his arms. "Yeah, a'll take you home."

As he moved to leave, he stood near Mario and swiftly kicked him as hard as he could in the balls. Jason smirked and spat in Mario's face with a large glob of mucus drawn from the depths of his lungs.

"If I ever see you again Mario, and if you ever come near my Mistress again. I WILL make you wish I had killed you this day."

With that said he turned away and walked out of the building with his mistress in his arms.



A Sub of All Kinks Ch. 09



Kisha moaned and opened her eyes. She instantly closed them against the bright light but one look around was enough for her to realize she was in a hospital room. She slowly opened her eyes back up and gingerly touched her ribs. She could feel the bandaging beneath the thin hospital gown. She sighed. She was going to be in a world of pain for a bit while her ribs healed.

The sound of soft snoring could be heard from a little ways down the bed from her head. There, sitting beside her, looking like he'd been up all night, was her sub Jason. Loyal to the end and determined to see she was ok. He was strong but, even the strongest of men have to sleep eventually.

His shoulders slowly rose and fell, showing his breathing was long and deep, his slumber being one that he would not awaken from easily.

Kisha's gaze softened. Her plan to test his honesty had not gone as planned. She had only wanted proof that he had meant those words. She had truly believed Mario, who had never failed her before, would help. She fought back the bitterness that rose in her heart as she thought how he had lied to her and then hurt her in anger. It had been rape that Mario committed for she had not willingly had sex with him. Even when he had punched her repeatedly in the ribs and screamed at her to say she liked his cock in her, she had refused. It wasn't true. She had not enjoyed it nor his body on top of hers.

Jason sighed gently in his sleep, quietly muttering about Mario. A smirk was still plastered across his face however, as he remembered blasting Mario.

In his dreams he idly wondered whether Mario would make it out of there alive, and if so, when their next 'play date' would be.

Kisha grunted and moaned a little in pain when she swung her legs around the side of the bed. She really had to use the bathroom. She stood and felt the room spin. She gasped and grabbed at the bed to keep from falling over.

The noise of her movements and the sudden shaking of the bed, jolted Jason out of his sleep. He looked around bewildered a moment and yawned while looking at Kisha and asking.

"Mistress what are you doing out of bed? You're not well."

Kisha had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Men! Always thinking women were too delicate to do anything.

"For your information I'm heading for the bathroom. And I feel fine!" she snapped and straightened only quickly hunch over again to keep the room from swimming.

Jason gave her a look that she had given him many times before. "Yeah right and the pope's a Buddhist. I'll help you and I'm not taking no for an answer." He rose from his chair and slipped his arms around her waist, letting her lean on him for support.

Kisha wanted to object but then thought better of it. "Ok." They made it to the bathroom and she was never so happy in life to be able to sit down. Her legs felt like rubber and her head was pounding.

Jason softly stroked her cheek and looked her in the eyes to make sure she would be ok. "If you need anything, anything at all, even someone to wipe your perfect ass, just call me ok?"

She stuck out her tongue at him. "Out, Jason," she said firmly.

He smirked and nodded, gently kissing her before turning and leaving the room to wait patiently outside.

She used the bathroom as quickly as she could and then washed her hands. She knocked on the door. "I'm ready to get back in bed."

Jason couldn't help himself this time and answered back as he opened the door. "Who's bed, yours or mine? I promise to be gentle."

He winked to show he was merely joking and smiled.

"How about a new one and a different state?" she countered as she leaned on him as he helped her back to the bed. She crawled in and cursed her weakness as she realized how hurt she really was.

Jason gently drew the covers up over Kisha and pushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face. "Don't feel bad about what happened. Mario is a snake, even experts get bitten on occasion. But just you know that I'm never going to leave you Mistress. Not ever."

"Oh, Jason. It's not that." she stopped and looked away out the window.

Jason sat down beside Kisha's bed and gently took Kisha's hand, cradling it in his own big mitts. "Then what is it? I'm worried about you."

"What I'm about to say is going to be the only time I say this so you'd better remember. I'm sorry for trying to set up a way to test to see if you were being truthful about your feelings."

He responded with a soft kiss to the centre of the back of her hand and a quiet, almost jovial voice. "Kisha, you don't need to be sorry. If you hadn't then...well lets just say I wouldn't have gotten to play with Mario."

Kisha frowned then slapped his hand hard enough to sting. "That was stupid of you! Do you realize what he will do? You have let him temporarily win and then what will happen is he'll have you thrown in jail or something."

A wicked grin formed on Jason's face as he looked at Kisha. He never did have a very good poker face. "Well if I do he'll be coming with me and then I get to play with him, all day everyday..."

She sighed in exasperation. "Fine don't take me serious but you'll see."

Jason smirked and teasingly tongued Kisha's fingertip like a clit. "That assuming he didn't bleed to death. I believe I hit an artery in his leg." 

Kisha snatched her fingers back. "Jason, for once, be serious!" she snapped, finally losing patience with his antics.

Jason raised an eyebrow, a sadistic grin still plastered across his face. There was something different about him, something in his eyes, like he was a wild man of the plains. "And who says I'm not?"

She wasn't sure what to make of him now. Their relationship had changed and she wasn't sure if it were for better or worse. "Jason, I just wanted you to know that," but she didn't get to finish for the phone by the bed started ringing. Sighing in frustration she jerked it up. "Kisha," she snapped curtly but then her expression changed from one of anger to fear and then to a neutral expression.

Jason raised his eyebrow once more, however it was in curiosity and he looked at Kisha and softly asked. "Who is it?"

She didn't answer him at first and her gaze slid from him to the wall behind him. "No, I understand perfectly. Yes, yes I know that!" she snapped. She grew quiet again. "Yes, I will be there. You have my word." Tight lipped she put the phone back on the hook and let out a shaky sigh. Rubbing at her eyes she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"We have to leave. We can't stay any longer. There's business we have to take care of."

Jason gently, yet firmly stopped her and looked into her eyes. "No. Firstly because you need rest, secondly because you haven't told me what's going on, and thirdly because you need REST."

Jason's face was stony, clearly indicating he wasn't going to budge on the rest issue.

"As much as I'd like to let you act the part of the boss, you're not. I am. And I will and can leave without your permission. I was afraid that this was happen if you ever lost your temper around Mario and his gang and now I'm being called to the floor because of it. So excuse me if I don't seem inclined to listen to anything you're saying at the moment!"

Kisha jerked her arm free of his hand and hobbled around him toward her clothes.

Jason gripped Kisha's arm again and turned her toward him. "What do you mean called to the floor?"

"Did you honestly thing that with all the people you've met and all the places we've been and the structure that is in place, that I was the head boss? Sweetheart we have an invisible hierarchy going on and I'm just another chain in the link. There are higher links and those links aren't happy. When you fucked with Mario, you pissed them off and now I'm about to pay for it."

Jason held Kisha in place. "No you won't. I'm sick of other people being punished for my mistakes. That's why I left home in the first place. I'm responsible, I'll take the blame."

His eyes softened as he stepped close to her, his voice almost trembling. "I won't let them hurt you against your will again Kisha, not while I still breath."

She caressed his face. "You are a stubborn lad aren't you?" She whispered. "Look, they won't hurt me. They want to talk. And when they say they want to talk that is all they do. However if they had said, "we're going to have a discussion," then I'd know that I was going to be getting some pain and some other type of punishment."

Jason closed his eyes a moment and gently nuzzled into Kisha's hand. "You'll have to take me with you, because in your condition you'll never get past the nurses."

"Fine but you will keep your mouth shut or they will shut it permanently. They don't kid around Jason so keep a hold of your temper and follow my lead. Do you understand?" she said firmly, some of her old tone creeping in.

A slight smirk crept across Jason's face as he nodded. "Of course, Mistress Kisha. It's good to hear the old tone again. It's been a while."

"Don't mistake my feelings toward you as softness. I may be hurt but I can still put your ass down that floor," she stated grimly as she slid into her pants and shirt. She didn't bother with her underwear or bra. "Go get the nurse and tell her I'm ready to check out."

He nodded once more, with a slight bow added for playful sophistication. "Of course Mistress."

Jason turned on his heel and walked out into the hallway, fetching the correct nurse and working a little charm on her to soften her up.

A few minutes later, Kisha was checked out and the pair headed outside. She looked around and spotted Ivan's tall form next to the limo. "There's our ride," she told Jason and hurried in that direction.

Jason followed suit, instinctively sizing up Ivan, just in case he had no other choice. "Fancy, these people must be pretty well off."

"Sh," Kisha hissed and then stopped a few feet shy of Ivan. "Ivan, I humbly request permission to ride in my Master's car."

Ivan leaned down and looked at Kisha then Jason. "You can bring along your pet. Permission granted." He opened the door and Kisha slid in without another word, her back ramrod straight.

Jason silently raised an eyebrow and slid into the limo, his demeanour much more laid back. His voice however was silent. He knew from before that when his Mistress went like this it was time to be very serious.

The ride took an hour and Kisha remained silent the whole time. She had a feeling that things would not go well and what she hadn't told Jason was that slapping, punching and the occasional slam into a wall was not considered punishment nor pain. It was considered a reminder. She was praying that was the only thing that happened when she met with her teacher and current Dom.

The limo slowed in front of a four story house that sat on ten acres of land. It was opulent and decadent yet still gave off an almost sinister vibe.

Jason looked up the house as the limo drew near and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Where did he know this place from? And why did it dredge up bad memories of his past life?

She reached over and casually brushed her fingers against his arm. She had noticed his shiver but did not speak. She would not violate that rule.

Jason closed his eyes a moment and slipped his arms around his chest a moment, taking a slow breath while he sent the memories back from whence they came. Jason tilted his neck to each side, an audible pop heard as he loosened the joints.

The limo stopped and the door was opened. Kisha got out first and stood stiffly as she waited on Jason. Ivan came around. "Your Master bids you enter and go to the first room on the second floor to change into more appropriate attire. Your pet must come with me. He is to be clothed as well," he instructed.

"Yes sir," She said respectfully.

Jason raised an eyebrow an gave Ivan an Iron look before glancing at Kisha in question.

"Do it," she ordered, not looking at Jason.

He nodded and stayed quiet, reluctant however to leave her. He gave her once last long look before turning back to Ivan and shrugging a bit. "Lead the way."

Ivan headed for the house. Kisha walked slowly behind them. She could feel the triumvirate's eyes on her. She shivered. This was not going to be a good day.

Jason looked up at house a moment and froze as he saw someone at the window. Someone who looked very familiar. However, before he could get a good look at the person, the blinds were snapped close.

Jason shivered once more and continued along his way.

Ivan took him into a room that was full of leather clothing and nothing else. "You are to be dressed appropriately. As much skin as possible should be showing," he instructed Jason.

"I'll be back for you in five minutes."

Jason nodded to Ivan and watched him leave before studying the array of leather clothing before him. Shrugging, he slipped out of his clothes, folded them neatly, and slid into a pair of leather pants and a leather tank top. This was as much skin as he was willing to show for an occasion that wasn't fun based.

Ivan returned promptly and lead Jason through a maze of stairways and rooms. Each room was decorated in different styles and had different BDSM themes as well. Finally they came to a large room that had about ten people in various states of undress milling about. In the centre of the room was a dais that held three golden chairs.

Jason stood to the side slightly in the main room and crossed his arms over his chest. He seemed to be the most dressed of the whole room, with only his arms and head showing. At first glance he could have come directly from a Matrix film.

Ivan left his side and joined a female dressed only in a hula skirt. The woman anxiously whispered something to Ivan who shrugged. The woman frowned then looked at Jason.

Jason raised an eyebrow as he watched the woman whispering and glared at her, his natural menace coming through.

The woman simply arched an eyebrow then whispered something else to Ivan who looked at Jason and laughed. He abruptly stopped laughing when the door at the far end of the room opened and three very different men walked confidently into the room. Immediately the others in the room began dropping to all fours and bowing low.

Jason was the only one standing in the room, his body frozen in place as his eyes stared at the centre man. It couldn't be him? But how? Had he been following me? Jason wasn't given anymore time to think before he received a rough shove. "Down on your knees, pet! The masters have entered the room."

Jason glared at the one who had shoved him, his voice now full of venom and anger. "That man is no Master to me."

Jason slowly turned to the centre man he had been staring at and addressed him directly. "Isn't that right...Dad."

The man was burly and had the same features as Jason. His hair was peppered with some grey hairs. "You will obey the rules, Jason, or Kisha suffers. Your behaviour reflects on her or didn't she explain that to you?"

Jason couldn't help but smile as he looked at the window a moment and gave his father a hard stare. "Still can't bear the shame of having to punish your own son can you Dad? Always have to punish someone else. Well guess what Dad, you lay a finger on her and I'll do ten times worse to you then I did to that rapist Mario."

The older man of the three stiffened and turned glittering eyes on Jason. "So it was your son, Mathias that did that to my boy."

Mathias sighed. "Bernado, don't go getting excited. Our two sons have been feuding over Kisha for a while now. My boy just happened to be a little more forceful in staking his claim."

Bernado glared at Mathias before walking over to the girl in the hula skirt and roughly jerking her to her feet. He dragged her unresisting form behind him as he took his seat in the centre of the three chairs. He pulled hard on the girl's arm and she stumbled backward on to his lap with a surprised cry which she immediately stifled.

Jason held out his arms by his sides. "So whats it to be Dad? One on one? One on Five? One on Ten? Knife fight? Gun fight? Chain fight? Or are you simply going to run from me like you did mom when she stopped obeying you?"

"You know nothing boy. You were young and stupid and your mother broke the contract she and I had agreed on. Nothing more, nothing less."

"I know this, I had to grow up practically on the streets because mom could barely afford to pay the rent working 3 jobs. I know she nearly broke down from the stress of having to try and raise a child on her own with no time to do it. And I sure as hell know how much it hurt for her to ask for you on her death bed and I had no idea where the hell you had run to. Try knowing that Dad."

Something seemed to pass through Mathias' eyes but was quickly gone. "I know she died asking for me. It was my own private room I had them put her in when I found out how sick she was."

"Yeah, she was sick, and you never showed up to see her, not once. And you lucky Kisha's here. Other wise I'd rip your shrivelled black heart out right now for abandoning her."

Jason was trembling with pent up rage, his fists clenching and unclenching. "So what's it gonna be huh?"

"Always in a mood to fight, isn't he?" The third man said. He was younger looking than the other two but no less imposing. His ebony skin shone with health.

"You have no idea," Mathias said with a frown before snapping his fingers. One of the young men scurried over to his side. Mathias smiled and caressed the man's ass.

Raising an eyebrow Jason shook his head and let out a small sigh. "Still a coward I see, no matter then. Maybe when you grow some balls you'll come take your punishment like a real man. Until then, all you'll ever be is a pansy. Even if you are the most sadistic dom in the world. You know in your heart that you don't have the guts to take responsibility for sending my mother to her death."

"Oh, I know I killed her. You don't think I can let a challenge to my authority go unanswered did you? She was nothing but another two bit whore that happened to give me a son. She was pathetic really. I knew that if I left you alone you would become what you are today. So your mother was unnecessary and I took steps to insure that she died quickly though painlessly. She had been, after all, a good slave for a little while but then she got pregnant with you and she changed. But that's all water under the bridge now isn't it?" He mocked as he and the male he had called over went to his chair and sat down. Jason immediately lunged for his father, fire in his eyes as his legs sprung into action, rage flowing through every part of his body. He never made it for Ivan flung out his arm and knocked Jason aside sending him sprawling. Jason landed heavily on the floor, the air being driven from his lungs as he landed. Spluttering, Jason moved to his feet and glared. "Don't you ever DARE speak of my mother with that wretched tongue. You have no right to speak of her in such a way!"

Mathias looked at his son. "I can talk about the whore any way I choose. I think it's ironic that you would fall into this lifestyle. Of course, Kisha is the sweetest of enticements. She has been kept in the dark concerning our relationship. It will be up to you to tell her," Mathias said with a smirk as he fondled his male plaything's cock.

Jason glared at his father and glanced at Ivan, sizing him up once more. "How about she finds out about it on your tomb stone? She can read it while she reads Mario's. You two would look good together. Two faggot rapists who can't fight their own battles."

"Mouthy, just like your mother," Mathias spat. The African-American man selected a woman and a man and brought them over to his chair. He put the woman in his lap and the male at his feet.

"Drake, go fetch Kisha, she should be ready," he ordered.




A Sub of All Kinks Ch. 10



Jason's eyes fluttered open and the world span uncontrollably at him. Quickly he shut them again and groaned to himself. His head felt like it had been used as a pin ball and his body felt like he'd taken the beating of his life.

He paused a moment to gather his thoughts and try to remember what happened. Yeah, he'd almost had check mate, then that bastard father of his had stabbed him in the neck with something, must've been a sedative.

Carefully and very slowly Jason cracked his eyes open to try and work out where he was.

"Ah you're awake," a blonde female said from the far corner of the room.

Jason squinted in the light and paused as his vision came into focus, his natural sarcasm coming into his tone already. "And you are...?One of my father's lackies no doubt."

"No, I belong to Master Erique. Most of the males belong to your father. My name is Lisa," she told him as she stood and walked over with a glass of water and some aspirin. "Here this should help."

Jason snorted as the water was brought over and the two aspirin, or what he thought looked like aspirin, were held out. "You think I'm as stupid as my father looks? You can keep them."

He realised after a moment that he was unshackled, and nude. Once he was sure his legs would hold he slowly rose to his feet and looked at Lisa. "Well Lisa there are two ways we can do this, either you willingly let me out, or I attempt to throw you through that sturdy looking door. And no, I am in no mood for being nice."

Lisa snorted in disgust. "Men. You always have to be so violent. No one's stopping you, Neandrathal," she spat as she stomped back over to her chair and sat down. She refused to look at him.

"Well, that IS a first. Now come the fun questions that you better know the answers to. Firstly wheres Kisha, secondly where the hell are my clothes?" Jason kep his tone quiet and calm, his eyes trailing up and down Lisa's body.

"You're clothes your father took away. I don't know where he put those. And as for Kisha, she's in the punishment dungeon. No one tells Master Bernado and his family no or chooses someone outside his family." Lisa shuddered. "I think she's either really crazy or suicidal to go up against Master Bernado. I sure as hell wouldn't. He scares me. He's even worse than your father and that is saying something."

Jason looked at Lisa a moment and thought to himself as he formed another plan. "Do you like it here Lisa?"

Silently Jason was drawing up a plan to get Kisha back, it involved getting dressed, getting a weapon and, if necessary, fighting his way to her.

"Yes, Master Erique treats his subs well. It was better than living on the streets and getting pimped out to men and women who hurt me," Lisa replied.

Jason nodded, making a choice. "Well I guess a'll make this simple. how about you tell me where I can find a pair of fitting pants CLOSE by and I won't show you just how pissed I am on the inside right now?"

Lisa sighed and walked past him and out the door. She went to the next room over and opened that door. "Knock yourself out." She spun on her heel and headed back to the main playroom where Jason had first been brought.

Jason smiled and bowed his head a little. "Thank you Lisa, by the way, nice haircut." He quickly walked across the hall and scanned across the selection of clothes in the opposing room, selecting another pair of leather pants, a leather tank top and large tough looking leather boots. Jason polished it all off with a leather trench coat. He did indeed look like he had just come out of the Matrix.

The house was quiet and no sounds were heard on that floor.

Jason turned to leave the room and paused as he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Walking over he picked the long thin leather item up. At first he had mistaken it for a belt, but in fact, it was a particularly nasty looking bullwhip. This would come in handy.

Heading out of the room Jason paused by the room Lisa was in. "Directions to the punishment dungeon?"

After a moment he continued. "Please?"

"Go down to the end of the hall and follow the stairs all the way down to you come to the entrance. Over to the left is a large indoor tree. Go through that door and follow those steps down and you'll be there."

Jason nodded then winked at Lisa. "Thank you, and while I'm at it, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I get rather cranky when I wake up from a drug induce sleep." With that said he began moving down the hallway, follwing the directions that Lisa had given him till he arrived at the door to the punishment dungeon."

Faint sounds could be heard but nothing discernible.

He reached down to test the handle and slowly opened the door, his sillohette outlined from the bright light behind him. "Kisha?"

The air was rent with a scream followed by the rapid snapping of a whip and a male voice that roared, "SUBMIT!"

Jason's eyes centred on the male voice, his arm jerking out before he could think, sending the whip flying outwards and lashing at it's owner's hand. "Evening Bernado. Miss me?"

Bernado flung his arm up and the whip wrapped around it. "Ah, I see Lisa let you out. Sleep well?" he asked pleasantly.

A wicked smile returned to Jason's face as he hauled on the whip with all his strength, pulling Bernado off his feet. Jason walked over and stamped hard upon Bernado's right hand, hearing the crunch of fingers.

"That was for slapping my mistress."

He twisted the heel of his boot onto Bernado's fingers. "And thats for setting Ivan on me. I hate people who don't do thier own dirty work."

Bernado didn't even flinch. He just looked up at Jason. "You done yet?"

A sadistic glint came into Jason's eyes. "I havn't even started friend."

He stamped hard upon Bernado's other hand, rendering both effectively useless for anything other than hurting.

"Now my dear old chum. Me and you are going to have a little chat about why it's a VERY bad idea to mess with me."

He looked up and spied several sets of restraints. "And for every wrong answer you give me. I'm going to smash your nuts with my bullwhip till theres nothing but a stain where your crotch was."

"If you do that, Kisha will be lost to you forever. We agreed that she was to be moved to a different location and a new dom. She needs to be retrained. Killing us will not change that nor get you the information you need to find her."

A long deep laugh could be heard building in Jason's throat. "Ahh but my dear Bernado. I can be so very...persuasive. I tend to get lots of fresh new ideas after watching various hannibal films and reading the books. So why not take a guess at the pain I'm going to cause you, both physically and emotionally hmm? And then imagine me doing this to everyone you love, over and over again till one of you give me what i need."

"You have no clue who you're dealing with. My slut, that you value so much is through that door. Go ahead, take her. Since you both seem to think you're in love we'll see how long you last together before you tear each other apart."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "That was surprisingly easy Bernado, which shows one of two things. Either you are about to wet your pants or it's a trp. Which one would that be?"

Jason twisted both heels on Bernado's fingersfor emphasis, his whole wieght on them.

Bernado grunted and glared at him. "You are paranoid. I have no reason to lie. Go on and get here."

A soft chuckle emitted from Jason's lips. "And I have good reason to be paranoid Bernado, call her in. And If she's harmed you'd better hope to hell she tries to calm me down. Else you are going to lose the use of your hands."

"Kisha, get your ass in here!"

The door opened and Kisha was helped over to him by a stoic looking african-american male. She was covered in cuts and was bleeding in several places. "Jason," she said in relief. She wanted to go to sleep. She hurt all over.

Jason took note of the cuts and blood and looked into her eyes. "How badly did they hurt you Mistress?" his eyes were cold as he surveyed Kisha, but in the centre, there was the wicked glint of revenge that had become so common recently.

"I'm tired. If you can carry me out, we can leave. That's the deal," Kisha said tiredly.

Jason nodded. "Sounds fair enough. Now if you give me a moment. I have a parting gift to give Bernado."

With that said he stamped as hard as he could down onto Bernado's right hand, twisting his heel hard.

Bernado grunted in pain and his eyes held malice. "You will pay."

Kisha flung herself at Jason hoping to force him to back away from Bernado. "Stop it! Right now!"

Jason caught Kisha in his arms and took a step back, holding her close and tightly in his warm strong arms as he spoke to Bernado with silent promises. "If I see you or any of your lackies come near Kisha again, I'll be back here with a meat cleaver to claim those fingers."

As the words settled, he swooped Kisha up into his arms and strode off towards the exit.

Kisha buried her head against his chest and wished that she could do this day over and do everything differently.

Jason carried Kisha all the way home, never once stopping. He couldn't exactly get a cab, he had no money to pay for it and was in no mood to negotiate. He placed kisha down a moment and gave her his jacket before lifting her in his arms again.

Once home Jason nudged open the door and headed for Kisha's bedroom.

Kisha was dozing lightly in his arms. She wanted to sleep.

Jason gently laid Kisha in her lush big bed and slid the jacket off her before tucking her in the covers. Softly he kissed her forehead and whispered. "Rest well Mistress, we have much to talk about when you awaken."

After several hours Kisha awoke and let out a pained groan. Her mouth was dry and places she didn't know could hurt were hurting.

Jason was outside on the balcony, watching the slowly rising sun, its dawn light slipping across the sleeping city, illuminating it piece by piece.

She got out fromm under the covers and walked toward the balcony. The cool air soothing her burning skin. "Jason?"

His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to notice her presence till he spoke. "Good morning Mistress, did you sleep well? Pardon my abscence from your bed...I required time to think."

She froze just inside the balcony doors. "I guess I deserved that." She had expected him to still be angry but his coldness was something she hadn't anticipated and she felt her heart thumping painful in her chest.

Jason's eyes remained closed and his voice as cold as the dawn air around them. Softly he asked only one thing of his mistress. "Why?"

She had dreaded this moment but she knew he deserved it. "Your father called me one day. Said your mother had died and that you needed purpose. He told me to be prepared for anything and that you were violent. I was instructed to tame you, not love you. I was to make you into a man that he could be proud of instead of the brawler you had become."

Jason took a very, very long deep breath. "And he did not tell you of the tension between us? The only reason I moved down here was because I thought I was getting as far away from him as I could. As it turns out I was merely being turned into a clone of him..."

"Not a clone," she protested and stepped forward but then stopped. "You aren't like him. You do feel. He does not feel."

Jason's eye flicked open and his voice took on a thougtful tone. "Which do you think is worse Kisha, a man with no feelings towards hurting a person. Or a man who enjoys it so much that it has become almost like a sexual elixer to him?"

"I'm not sure. I've lived with both kinds. I don't know anymore," she said tiredly.

"Alright I'll make it simple. How many have you trained that quite willingly shot a man who had no chance of defending himself?" Jason was beginning to breath a little harder, memories flooding his mind of the excitement he had felt when pulling the trigger.

"One other besides you."

"If the answer is my father then I'm leaving." Jason stated with tomb stone seriousness.

"No, Mario. Mario is the only other person I've seen do that."

"He doesn't enjoy it though, not like I do. It feels like...it feels like I'm back home with my mom, watching saturday morning tv."

Jason moved a step away from Kisha a moment as he continued to speak. "I had a dream once, the night before I left my home. My father was there, dying on his death bed, he had asked for me. I showed up, but I brought something, a long thick sword. The blood went everywhere, turning my whole dream scarlet red. I woke up the next morning feeling better than I had my entire life."

Kisha sucked in her breath. "It's all the anger. I've tried to help you channel it."

Jason's tone suddenly turned cold again. "Channel it into what Kisha? Turning my body into a temple that serves only to be more efficient in inflicting pain and suffering? Before this, all my raw emotions went into nothing. Sure I was an asshole, a royal scumbag. But not one capable of what I've done these past two days."

"What do you want me to say? I don't know what will make it any better?"

Jason looked down and slid his arms round his chest. "Just tell me you'll be there to help me stay in check?"

"Until the day I die," she promised him.

Jason nodded and finally turned towards his Mistress, is eyes a touch damp and a deep red from earlier emotional release.

He pulled her into a deep hug and softly nuzzled his stubbled chin across her cheek playfully. Softly he whispered, "thank you."

Slowly he yawned, a long yawn of fatigue. It had been a long week and it had been many days since he had had some real sleep.

"Bed, let's go sleep. I need it too," she whispered.

Jason slowly nodded, fightning to keep his eyes open as he slid his hand down to entwine his fingers with hers as they both headed to bed to sleep a deep slumber of recovery.



A Sub of All Kinks Ch. 12



Jason lay face down on the small bed in the spare room, his groin aching with the need to relieve his desires. He knew however that if he did so, he would find himself in a world of pain. It was a tough choice to pick which future he wanted to experience. 

He was drifting in and out of a shallow sleep, so barely noticed when he mistress entered he room carrying a tray.

On the tray she carried it contained a fruit salad and a glass of milk. She needed him to have quick energy for today's session.

His nose filled with the scent of fruit and gradually he was roused from his slumber. Groaning his eyes flickered open and he took in the vision of his mistress before him. His mind dreaded what lay on the tray just out of sight.

"Rise cupcake and eat breakfast. Can't have you fainting because you have no energy."

He sat up and winced at the ache still lingering in his loins, his eyes falling on the contents of the tray. His face contorted into a mask of revulsion. He had never been one for fruit.

"Eat up. I don't want any left in the bowl." She hadn't filled it to overflowing but it was close.

He hesitated and looked up at her with a pleading look, "But mistress, I don't think I could stomach some of this stuff."

"Better develop a stomach because you will eat them all or you will have to suffer what I choose as a substitute."

He was willing to chance it; exotic fruits made his tongue hate him, "What would the alternative be then?"

"A bowl of piss," she replied.

With visible reluctance he began to eat the contents of the bowl, forcing himself to swallow some of the harsher tasting fruits before gladly downing the glass of milk.

"You may pick one item of clothing to wear and then it is time for obedience training."

His eyes dipped to the floor as he spoke softly, traces of fatigue still in his voice. "Yes Mistress."

When allowed to rise he quietly walked over to the dresser and selected a pair of knee length shorts. This would grant him enough modesty should he be made to go outside wearing only the item, but also grant his mistress easy access to his intimate regions.

She pointed to the door. "Go to my bedroom and take out the items you find in the box. I want you to put them on and meet me at the front door."

He nodded once more and silently headed towards his Mistress' bedroom, slightly fearful of the items he would find within there. He entered her bedroom and his eyes fell upon the items laid out before him.

Kisha followed slowly behind him, a smile on her face. She knew what his reaction would be and she was looking forward to it.

Quietly he picked up the spiked collar, it's supple leather soft to the touch and the glinting chrome spikes contrasting perfectly with the dark leather.

He frowned in puzzlement a moment and looked at his mistress. "Where is MY collar Mistress? The one I have always worn?"

"That collar is worn only by WELL BEHAVED pets. I don't see any of those around. Do you?" She studied him as she waited for his answer.

His frowned deepened, "That was not the case before. I have worn that collar ever since my first training party. Since then I have been worse than this..."

"You are so predictable," she stated calmly. "Are you refusing to wear the gift?"

He shook his head and slid the collar around his neck, fastening it snugly to his skin. "No Mistress, I was simply curious."

He attached the chain to the D-Ring and held it out for his Mistress to take.

Kisha took the chain leash and walked out the room. She didn't look to see if it was choking him or not. She was going to prove a point and he was going to learn a very important point.

Jason fell into step with his Mistress, staying a respectable distance behind her. He smiled for a moment, his eyes sliding down to her perfect buttocks shifting under her clothes.

"We're going to walk around the neighbourhood. And you are going to put on a little show."

There was a slight tug as he slowed his pace down in shock. His eyes shot up to the back of her head, immediately asking in a worried tone. "What kind of show Mistress?"

He was forced to speed back up again as the relentless pulling of the chain constricted his wind pipe. He wasn't sure what she meant by that, he guessed he would find out when they got there.

She took him down the street and knocked on the door. She smiled pleasantly when old lady Miller opened it. The lady wasn't really old. She was in her mid-fifties and very, very horny. Often times Ms. Miller would eye the pets Kisha was training. This was as good a place as any to start.

He kept his eyes to the ground as his Mistress knocked on the door and spoke with Ms. Miller. He idly twiddled his thumbs behind his back as he waited.

Ms. Miller eyed Kisha suspiciously but then brightened when she saw Jason. "You come bearing gifts?"

"Oh yes. You see, he's going to get you off. And then he's going to let you find your favourite dildo and fuck him in the ass," Kisha whispered, a smirk on her face.

Ms. Miller hungrily eyed Jason then, her body roving over his body. "Can I touch now?" She licked her lips.

"But of course. Have to preview the goods before using," Kisha chuckled as she jerked on the chain to force Jason to step closer.

Jason promptly stepped forwards, seeming a little too eager for his mistress' liking. He had heard the rumours about Ms. Miller being a sexy nymphomaniac. But now that he seen her up close, he couldn't believe his luck. "I'd personally suggest saving my biceps for last Ma'am, they are said to be my best asset."

Ms. Miller tittered. "You can call me Layla and I'll make sure you're satiated sexy boy."

Kisha handed the chain to Layla. "You get him for an hour Layla. Make the most of it."

"Oh I will. I will," she replied and eagerly tugged Jason inside the house.

Jason walked forwards with a smug smirk on his face, at least he wouldn't have to deal with his mistress' temperament for an hour. He could do with a break, his groin was still aching with a dull pain and he hoped that Layla would perhaps even ride him with her sexy looking body.

Kisha waited until Layla had closed the door before laughing. Poor Jason. He was going to be in for a nasty shock. She pulled out her cell phone. "Ian? Is your friend Corey still horny?" She walked back over to the house to get things ready. Jason was going to have a very busy day.

He eagerly followed Layla into her master bedroom, his eyes flitting across the various pieces of furniture before quietly speaking. "Where would you like me to start Layla?"

"I want you to go down on me. Make me cream," she begged as she pressed her body against him.

He nodded and let his hands work on automatic pilot, flicking open the buttons and letting her dress fall to her ankles. The sight before him however froze him in his tracks and even forced him to step back, whispering in horrified tones. "Holy shit!...how?"

"How what? You know how to stick your dick in the correct hole don't you?" Layla tugged at his shorts.

He stammered a bit trying to get his bearing before nodding and swallowing. "Of course I do."

"You're mine for an hour. Suck me good baby and then fuck me with that nice large dick I can see bulge in your shorts.

He quickly tried to worm his way out of having to taste the worn out looking pussy before him, "I think you are ready for a good fucking without needing any preparation, after all how often do you get a stud fucking you for an a hour?"

"You'd be amazed. You will lick my pussy and make me cream or I'll call Kisha."

Jason swallowed and looked over her body with a grimace before dropping to his knees with extreme reluctance. His guts began to knot and he knew from the aroma wafting from her pussy that he would vomit if exposed to this for too long.

Impatiently Layla grabbed the back of his head and shoved him face first into her pussy. "Lick it boy toy."

His body tensed as the stench overwhelmed his senses and he clawed at her thighs a moment before realising the only way out was by getting her off.

With his guts wrenching and doing somersaults, his tongue snaked out and attempted to set the world record for the quickest orgasm in history, using every trick he knew to get this sagging stinking bat off.

Layla moaned and arched her hips forcing her pussy to smother his face. 

"Oh yeah, baby! That's right use that tongue! Working me! Make me cream!"

Once more his hands began clawing at her thighs, his nails digging into her flesh and drawing blood in distress. He couldn't take it anymore; he was going to lose his breakfast all over this disgusting cunt if she didn't let him out.

Layla eased up. "Breathe, slut, breathe. Your mistress obviously has trained you to take everything that comes at you," she sneered. "Since you're so weak you can use your fingers to make me cream. But I will be complaining to Kisha about your lack of expertise."

The first chance he got, he ripped his away from the source of his nausea and promptly threw up on the carpet, wiping at his face in a futile attempt to get the vile taste and stench off his face.

"Now, use your fingers and make me cum," she demanded once he finished vomiting.

His face contorted into a look of revulsion and defiance as his temperament began to rise. He stood up and spat his word out at her. "How about you have a fucking wash first then I'll consider it you filthy stinking crone! There's no way in HELL I am touching you again, fuck it I'll take an hour of punishment over this any day. I'm outta here."

He spun on his heel and had to resist the urge to run as he stalked towards the doorway.

Layla rolled her eyes and picked up the phone. She called Kisha and told her Jason was leaving and she was not satisfied at all. She hung up and pouted. Oh well, there were other men to fill her pussy.

***

Kisha sat the phone back down. She knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. It was sad really that he was so predictable. She went to her room and got a pair of handcuffs, her favourite bullwhip and her electric prod. She sat them down on the table next to the door and waited for Jason to come home.

As soon as he was through the front door, he dashed for the bathroom, another noisy session of gut wrenching vomit erupting from his stomach as the stench on his face penetrating his senses again.

His hand flailed up for the flush, grateful for the sudden rush of clear water rinsing his corrupted head. When he finally lifted his head from the bowl, his face was white as a sheet and looked as if he had been suffering from the flu. His groans and the minor convulsions that followed were triggered by the all too recent memories of that disgusting pussy.

Kisha let him rush by. She listened as he lost the contents of his stomach and she smiled. His day wasn't over yet. "When you're finished you will return to the front door," she announced. She knew that he could hear her since the bathroom was only a few feet away from the door.

There was silence, other than the rhythmic panting as he tried to keep the contents of his stomach down. After a moment he quietly called out with a mixed in groan. "I think that woman could have been classified as a weapon for biological warfare."

Gradually he felt his stomach settle and he quietly, with increasing paranoia, made his way to the front door.

"I want you to remove your shorts and then get down on your hands and knees," she ordered once he rounded the corner and was five feet from her.

He took a moment to predict any more potential health risks before complying, sliding his shorts off and kicking them away from himself and lowering himself to his hands and knees, looking down at the floor.

"Crawl to me like the dog you are." She watched his every move. She hadn't yet picked up or used any of the items she had brought from her room to the front door.

He shuffled forwards quietly, stopping just in front of her, still on his knees, awaiting the next order from his mistress.

Ms. Miller was very disappointed with your performance. Because I always guarantee satisfaction we will be going back over there and you will give her the fifty minutes you owe her. I'm taking my handcuffs, whip and prod to insure that you do the job right. You will crawl over there and you will beg her to let you eat her pussy."

Softly he spoke with a hint of defiance but satiated with determination. "I'd rather take three hours under the whip mistress. That woman cannot have had a bath in weeks."

"Doesn't matter. You are a dog. Dogs love nasty filthy scents. Now that your stomach is empty of things to vomit you should be fine lick that pussy."

He stayed perfectly still, staring at the floor in front of him and said only one word, firmly and in a commanding tone. "No."

"Wrong answer," she replied as she picked up the electric prod, thumbed it on and pressed it against his left ass cheek hard.

He cried out in pain as the electricity flowed through buttocks, making him jerk. Once again he replied with only one words, "No."

She shook her head. She applied the prod to his balls next.

The cry was louder this time and his body jerked forwards involuntarily. But still he persisted in his refusal, his voice quivering now. "No Mistress."

"Wrong response." This time the prod connected with his penis and she held it a few seconds longer than necessary.

Again he cried out, his fist hitting the floor as the pain lanced through his groin. His voice was still clear but sounding less defiant. "No Mistress, I will not go back there."

She circled back around him, picked up the whip and then did two things at once. Touched his balls with the electric prod and then began whipping him severely across his ass.

He cried out louder this time, his body falling forwards onto his elbows to escape the pain. His eyes squeezed shut and muttering through clenched teeth. "No Mistress."

"No? Hmm, stubborn today, aren't we." She left the room for a moment and came back. She dumped a bucket of water over him and began shocking him on his back, ass, and balls. In between prods she would give him six lashes on various locations on his body.

This time Jason was forced to scream as the pain arced through his wet flesh. He could only take this sort of punishment for a few moments and finally gave in shouting, "Alright, alright, I'll do it."

"Good boy." she patted his head and picked up the chain. She kept the whip in her hand as well as the prod. "Start walking. You'll dry off on the way over there."

He was breathing in ragged pants as he once more rose to stand. "Can I put the shorts back on so I don't get arrested for indecent exposure?"

"No. I'm not an owner who walks a dog in cute little outfits. You may stretch for a moment but then back on all fours."

He sighed for a long moment before doing the stretches he could remember, thankful that this neighbourhood was populated by fellow slaves and dominatrixes. Quietly he got back onto all fours, not saying a word.

She opened the door and led him back over to Layla's house. She knocked on the door and smiled when Layla opened it.

"I'm sorry my pet behaved poorly. He's ready to try again. You know what they say, practice makes perfect."

Layla hungrily eyed Jason's nude body. "No problem. I'm ready for him."

He muttered quietly but still clearly heard, "Better have cleaned up this time or a'll vomit on your face this time..."

Layla's eyes narrowed and then she backhanded him. "Maybe we should wash his mouth out with soap," she suggested.

Kisha smiled. "I haven't tried that yet. It has merit," she mused.

His head rolled with the back hand and his temper snapped. He roughly pushed Layla back at the waist, forcing her backwards to the floor, the words flying from his mouth before he could stop them. "Slap me again an I'm gonna throw you a beating. No one but Kisha touches me without permission."

Layla hit the floor and the whip sang through the air and landed hard on Jason's back.

Another cry erupted from him and he fell forwards onto his hands once more, his back feeling like it was on fire.

"Pets do not attack visitors or friendly strangers who are attempting to train them. She will strike you if she chooses. She will discipline you as she sees fit and you will accept it all," she ordered, her voice harsh. She grabbed him by his hair and jerked his head up. "Do you understand?"

He grunted and winced as she yanked his head upwards and spoke in a growl, "Yes Mistress..."

"Layla. He's all yours. If he doesn't perform this time I'll give you front row seats to a gangbang involving my pet."

He continued to stare at the floor, trying to block out the pain that was searing through his flesh.

"Thank you, Kisha for another chance," Layla said as she stood.

Kisha handed her the chain. She gave Jason's ass a hard slap that left the imprint of her hand visible. "Be a good boy and play nice," she said and then left the two of them alone.

Layla waited until the door closed before she got a good grip on Jason's hair and jerked his head up.

"I'll teach you to make a fool of me in front of Kisha!" she hissed and began slapping him hard several times.

He let his head move as much as it could with each stinging slap, however with her hand gripping his hair there was little movement available.

"Now, come, dog, you have some licking to do."

He merely grunted and followed his temporary Mistress once more up to her bedroom. The vomit had been cleaned up and thankfully the gut wrenching smell from before had disappeared.

She took him to a different room that was full of lavious furniture and she sprawled herself on a nearby divan. "Now suck me!"

He sighed softly and muttered something in audible before crawling over to her. His head dipped between her now clean and fragrant thighs, however no scent could possibly make up for the sagging stretch hole before him. His tongue darted out with basic licks, enough to cause a decent pleasure but with minimal effort on his part.

"Harder!" she ordered and pushed his face closer. "I know you lick better than that. If you didn't Kisha wouldn't have kept you."

He pulled his head back a moment to speak, "Who said she kept me for this?"

He was cut off as she forced his face in once more, keeping to the basic tactics.

Layla wasn't satisfied at all but she decided to let him do it his way. After all, she did get to report to Kisha. That prospect made her smile.

He continued with the lazy strokes of his tongue, patiently working away like a carpenter whittling away a sculpture till he sensed Layla begin to tense in pleasure.

Yep she'd had better but she did give the obligatory moans even as her body tensed and she felt the coming of a rather tame orgasm. She'd had harder orgasms with her dildo than she was getting from this reluctant man.

When he felt the wetness of her orgasm coat his face, he slowly drew back from her and wiped his face with his hand. He looked up at her with a cat like stare, blank and emotionless.

Layla looked at the clock. Time was up anyway. She heard the doorbell ring. "Your mistress is here. Let's go." She picked up the chain leash and led him back out to the main room. "Come in!"

Kisha walked in and looked from Jason to Layla. "Pet you may take yourself home and get a shower." She unclipped the chain from his spiked collar.

He nodded promptly to his mistress and silently left the house, running quickly back to the house, the tarmac on the ground had now become quite hot and threatened to burn his feet. When he finally got in, hopping from the heat in his feet, he immediately headed for the shower, turning it on to a strong cold. He groaned in relief as the chilly waters washed away the heat of the day.

"He didn't do it right, did he?" Kisha asked as she picked up the chain.