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A Taste of Domination

By: Seanathon



The BMW chirped as Jessica pushed a button on the key fob and locked it. Her high heels echoed through the garage as she walked past her father's other two cars, an Audi and a Mercedes, and entered the spacious house. 

She crossed the marble floors and wondered where everyone was; the house was unusually quiet. "Hello?" she called, as she made her way up the main staircase toward the bedrooms.

Jessica looked down the carpeted hallway toward her father's bedroom and noticed a flickering light, like candlelight, coming from within.

"Dad?" she called, as she cautiously walked toward the room.

She looked through the doorway and was startled to see his Asian maid, Anna May, and a beautiful blonde-haired woman facedown on the bed. Both of them were naked, gagged and bound, with their ankles and wrists tied together behind their backs.

Jessica dropped her bags and ran over to untie them. "Oh my god," she whispered, "who did this to you?"

Their eyes were both wide open in fear as they struggled and tried to warn her through their ball gags.

As a chill crept down her spine, Jessica realized what they were trying to tell her -- the intruder was still in the house! She spun around and her blood ran cold as she saw a silhouette, standing in the shadows on the far side of the room. 

"Dad?" she whispered.

The stranger, a tall, muscular man, completely naked except for a leather mask, stepped toward the candlelight. Jessica first noticed the whip in his hand, and then saw the huge, throbbing weapon between his legs.

"Dad!" she screamed.

Leaving the two women bound on the bed, she kicked off her high heels, ran from the bedroom and raced down the stairs. She was fumbling in her purse for her cell phone to call 911 when she stumbled and fell at the bottom of the stairs, her phone skidding across the marble floor.

Jessica's father, dressed in an expensive suit and tie, bent down and picked up her phone.

"Dad, call 911!" she said. "There's a rapist upstairs, and he's got Anna May -- "

"Jess...calm down. No one's being raped."

"Calm down? We need to -- " She froze when she saw it in his hand -- a leather mask, identical to the one she'd seen on the man upstairs. Her father was part of this!

Jessica scrambled to her feet to get away, but the man in the mask had followed her and he grabbed her from behind.

"Let me go!" she screamed. He clamped his hand over her mouth, and held her tight as she fought to get free.

Her father stood in front of her and pleaded with her to calm down, but Jessica kept struggling to scream as she tried to twist loose from the man's iron grip.

Sighing, he told the man in the mask: "Take her to the room of confinement."

Jessica's eyes went wide with fear as she was carried, kicking and screaming, downstairs.

Her father had told her these rooms were off limits, but she saw that both doors were now open. She was dragged into one -- a carpeted octagonal chamber -- and when she looked up she saw a menacing metal hook in the ceiling.

"No, please!" she said, as the man in the mask closed the door and locked it from the outside. She pounded on the door and screamed for her father, but she knew it was no use -- she was a prisoner.

As Jessica slumped against the door, she could still hear her mother's warning:

"Jess, I know things haven't been going well at school, or with Jason, but you need to be strong and face your problems, not run away...don't go to your father's house. You were so young when he left us, you barely know him. You've always had this idealized image of him, but he isn't the man you think he is. That's why I've never allowed you to visit him; he's got secrets, dark secrets. I know you think, now that you're twenty, that you can do what you want. But you need to listen to me: stay here, finish school...forget about your father."

But Jessica didn't have a choice -- she had to leave. She didn't think her boyfriend loved her anymore, she wanted to quit school and she couldn't handle the pressure her mother put on her. She had to run away. She had to escape.

But now she was a prisoner again, and she closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep in the dungeon.

* * *

A few hours later, Jessica woke when she heard the door unlock. She crawled backwards and pressed herself against the far wall as the door opened, but was relieved to see it was Anna May, untied and dressed in her maid uniform.

Jessica jumped to her feet. "Anna May," she whispered, "we have to escape!"

"Jessica," Anna May said, as she took her hands and squeezed them. "Relax, he will explain everything."

Jessica looked over Anna May's shoulder as her father entered the room. 

"Anna May, you can let her go," he said. "I'm sorry I had to lock you in here, Jessica, but you were panicking; I couldn't take the chance that you'd call the police and, misinterpreting what you saw upstairs, put anyone at risk."

"I know what I saw," she said, as she angled toward the open door. "You had them tied up so you and that...that freak could take turns raping them!"

"No one was being raped," said her father.

"Yeah, right. Then why were they tied up naked? Why did you have masks?"

"It was bondage play, honey -- they're slaves."

"Oh my god...slaves? You're keeping them prisoner here?" 

"Not that type of slave, they're free to come and go as they please. Let me show you what I mean." He turned to Anna May and, when he signaled with his hand, she gracefully knelt beside him.

"Do you see how she submits to me? When I say slave I don't mean she's my property, I mean that she's willingly given herself completely to my control."

"Why would anyone do that? Why would anyone let you hurt them?"

"Jessica," Anna May interrupted, "your father is my Master. He would never hurt me; he loves me and takes care of me."

She lifted her chin so Jessica could see her silver choker. The character engraved on it matched the symbol on her father's cufflinks. "This necklace symbolizes my devotion to your father."

"But...why were you and the other woman naked? Are you some kind of sex slaves?"

"Jessica," said her father. "It's a little awkward to explain, but I want to be completely honest with you. We do have sex -- all of us -- but Anna May isn't a sex slave. If I ever tried to force her do something she didn't want to, she could stop me with a single word."

"I would never say the word, Master. Never," Anna May interrupted.

He looked down at her. "Slave Anna May, twice now you have spoken without my permission."

Anna May's shoulders slumped as she dropped her head and looked down at the floor.

"You will be disciplined later, return to your duties."

"You don't even let her talk?" Jessica said, as Anna May left and went upstairs.

"Our relationship has rules; she expects me to follow them and I demand the same from her. I'm not trying to punish her, I'm trying to make her better, stronger."

"Stronger? If she was strong she wouldn't be a slave."

"Jessica, relying on others doesn't mean we're weak, it means we're human," he said.

"You know what, it's really late and I know you're confused and probably angry with me. And you're right to feel that way, what happened tonight was one hundred percent my fault. Once I knew you were coming to stay with me, I should have made other arrangements so what happened tonight could have been avoided.

"But I just want to let you know how happy it's made me to finally be able to spend some time with you. When you phoned me out of the blue, I assumed you needed more money. I never expected you to ask if you could come stay with me. 

"I know we don't know each other as well as I'd like. When you were younger, I'd fly up to visit you every time you called, assuming your mother would allow it, but you haven't asked to see me in years. Please believe me when I tell you that I love you, and would never do anything to harm you. As long as you're under my roof, I'll always keep you safe.

"But if I've blown it," he said, as he handed her back her cell phone, "I completely understand why. And if you want to leave, I'll buy you a ticket on the first plane home."

After she returned to her room, Jessica felt like she was trapped in a nightmare. She'd fled to her father's because her life was spinning out of control, and she didn't know where else to turn. But now she wanted to escape again, and there was nowhere left to run to. Whether she liked it or not, she was stuck here.

* * *

When Jessica came down for breakfast the next morning, she let her father know she was staying.

"I'm glad," he said, smiling at her. "And I wanted to apologize again for last night. I didn't think you were going to be home until later. This is your home too, Jessica, and it was unfair of me to put you in a situation that made you uncomfortable.

"But that being said, I also can't let your presence make us uncomfortable either. I won't act differently because you're here. So, unless you want to watch Anna May get punished, you may want to go eat your breakfast in the living room."

Jessica froze with a piece of fruit halfway to her mouth. "What?"

"Anna May spoke last night without my permission, and now she will be disciplined."

Jessica watched as her father calmly took off his leather belt and folded it in half. At his signal, Anna May bent over his lap ready to be spanked. He pulled her skirt up; she wasn't wearing any panties.

Jessica's father looked up at her, waiting to see if she was staying or leaving. When she didn't move from her chair, he lifted the belt high in the air, watching his daughter's eyes; she jumped as he cracked his belt across Anna May's ass.

Jessica pulled her knees to her chest and held them tightly, as he cracked his belt a second, third and fourth time; Anna May's ass cheeks had turned crimson red.

"Have you been punished enough, slave Anna May?" he asked.

"No, Master," she said, and he cracked his belt down a fifth time.

Jessica saw tears on Anna May's cheeks, but her eyes weren't sad -- they were excited.

Her father drew the belt back for a sixth swing, but stopped. "You've been punished enough, get back to your duties."

Anna May stood up, disappointed that her punishment had been so brief, and rubbed her sore bum as she went back to cleaning the breakfast dishes.

"Slave Anna May," he said, as he put his belt back on and grabbed his dark gray Canali jacket.

She turned around and, at his command, kneeled beside him once more.

"You've been very good," he said, and took a pomegranate out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her.

Anna May looked at it in wonder, clutched it to her breast and, crying harder than she had when she'd been spanked, whispered, "Thank you, Master!"

* * *

Later that afternoon, Jessica was in her room checking her ex-boyfriend's status on Facebook when Anna May came in to drop off her laundry.

"Anna May, can I ask you a question? Do you like being a slave? And being punished?"

"I like being devoted to my Master, and doing everything I can to make him happy."

"Umm, okay. But isn't it kind of crazy to escape China just to be made a slave here?"

Anna May laughed. "I did not 'escape' China -- I'm from Indonesia."

"Oh my god, I'm an idiot," Jessica said, in the way of an apology. "I shouldn't have assumed you were Chinese."

"It's okay, I'm Chinese Indonesian. My ancestors came from China to Indonesia, which is the most beautiful place in the world, about a hundred years ago. But the native Indonesians -- not all of them, some of them -- hated us, the Chinese. They attacked us...they raped some of us...they beat my father, and they burned my parents' store.

"They sent me to America so I'd be safe, so I'd have a better life. And it was better, at first. But then I realized I'd escaped the violence, but not the racism. And I missed my family so much. My parents couldn't come here, they weren't allowed. I felt lost...lonely...I had no one to talk to, no one to help me. I wanted to go home, even though my parents begged me not to, but then I met your father. He gave me a home. He guided me, protected me, made me stronger...he taught me not to be afraid, and showed me that there are people who can love, not hate."

"By making you his slave?"

"Your father didn't make me his slave -- I asked to be his slave. And when he agreed, he set me free. I hope you can understand, Jessica," she said, as she left to continue the laundry.

"I wish someone would set me free," Jessica thought, as she saw a new text message from her mom on her cell phone.

"Hi honey," the message read, "just wondering why u haven't texted me yet today, like I asked u to? Is something wrong? Is everything okay there? I wish u would come home soon. I saw Jason at the mall and he said he misses u."

"Yeah, right," Jessica thought, as she texted her mom back that she was fine and wanted to stay a few more weeks.

Jason was her ex-boyfriend or boyfriend -- she wasn't sure. She'd met him after high school, and they'd just finished their first year of college when he dumped her. She didn't have to ask why, he was more than happy to tell her: she was fat, she was boring, she sucked (in the wrong way) at sex, etc.

Her friend Sophie obviously gave a better blowjob as he was going out with her by the next day. Jessica begged him to take her back, promising she'd change, but he wouldn't answer any of her texts. She desperately tried to lose weight, even though her friends insisted that 135 lbs wasn't fat for her height. But Jason completely ignored her, and soon all of their mutual friends shunned her too.

So she was surprised a month later when he started sending her texts late at night, telling her how much he missed her. He said that he was still with Sophie, but wondered if he'd made a mistake.

Jason asked her to come over -- Sophie was out of town -- and Jessica foolishly agreed. He fucked her in his bed and, as soon as he was finished, told her she had to leave. She didn't hear from him until a week later when he called to let her know he'd found the panties she'd hidden on Sophie's side of the bed, and told her 'nice try'.

Jessica would pass the two of them in the corridors at college, and see them whispering and laughing at her. Humiliated, she assumed Jason had made his choice. That was why she was so confused when he texted her a few days after and asked if they could talk. 

He picked her up a half hour later and drove her to the park, but there wasn't much talking. He asked her for a blowjob and, thinking if he still wanted her for sex she still had a chance, Jessica was soon sucking him off. These 'dates' in the park became a weekly ritual for the two of them, as long as Sophie had a class that night.

Jessica had fooled herself into thinking that Jason was taking her to the park because he still loved her. But he popped that bubble the last time he'd dropped her off, when he warned her that, if she didn't get better at blowjobs, he wouldn't be coming by anymore. 

And apparently it wasn't just sex she was getting bad grades in -- she was failing all her classes at school too. In their first year of college, Jason has insisted she sign up for all the same courses as him so they could be together all the time. Now that he'd dumped her, every class was a painful reminder of it. She couldn't focus on the lectures when he and Sophie were sitting only six seats away, snickering every time they'd catch her looking at them.

Jessica finally quit going to classes, and knew she was going to fail. But she didn't care; she planned on dropping out anyways. That was why she'd come to her father's, so she could figure out how to tell her mom that she was quitting school. 

But she still hadn't worked up the nerve to do it and, as her phone beeped with yet another message from her mom, she pulled her pillow over her face, and wished she could move to another country like Anna May.

* * *

Later that evening, Jessica was in her room shopping online while listening to tunes on her iPod. She saw headlights out the window and watched as her father's car pulled up. He got out of the car and a beautiful blonde -- the one who'd been tied up on the bed the night before -- followed him inside.

Jessica went out on the second floor landing and watched from the railing as her father walked in. She was surprised to see Anna May kneeling, with her toes touching, eyes lowered, and hands on thighs palms up as she waited for him. She was dressed in leather panties with black silk stockings and matching corset. He gave a signal and the blonde, dressed in a blouse and skirt and with her hair tied up, went downstairs while Anna May followed her father to the kitchen.

Soon, Jessica watched unobserved as her father went downstairs, leading Anna May by a silver chain attached to a large ring on the front of her leather panties. After a while, Jessica wandered downstairs, and she could see the door opposite the room she'd been held prisoner in was open.

She peeked through the door and saw that her father had taken his business jacket off and rolled his sleeves up. The blonde woman, who he called Cassandra, was on her knees beside Anna May wearing a nearly identical outfit, except her stockings, panties and corset were white. Jessica was envious of their beautiful bodies, and hid by the doorway as her eyes drank in every curve. Both of them had long, silky, straight hair, and she watched as Anna May swept her hair up and waited while her father put a silver collar around her neck.

Jessica ducked back as he signaled for the blonde to get to her feet, and led her toward the door. She hid at the end of the hall and watched as he took Cassandra across to the same room she'd been imprisoned in the night before -- the room of confinement. After a few minutes, he returned to the dungeon.

Jessica peeked inside and saw her father watching Anna May undress. Once she was naked, he tied her face down on a table, tying her wrists and ankles to each corner.

Leaving the two of them, Jessica peeked into the room across the hall and was shocked to see Cassandra bound naked and blindfolded. She had a three foot long steel bar tied to her ankles, forcing her legs apart. Another rope bound her arms together just above her elbows, while a third rope went from her wrists to the hook on the ceiling, lifting her arms behind her and into the air, forcing her forward.

Jessica tiptoed into the room and crept around Cassandra. Her long, beautiful legs were spread so wide. As Jessica's eyes drifted up her taut thighs and lingered between them, she noticed her pussy was clean-shaven, and she wondered if she was as excited by being bound as Anna May had been at being spanked this morning. Jessica's gaze wandered over Cassandra's high, firm, round breasts and she saw her tiny pink nipples were fully erect. As she kept walking around her, she eyed her perfect butt, bent over so enticingly. Jessica stopped to admire it, wishing she had an ass like that. She reached out, wanting to touch the ropes that bound her, when Cassandra spoke.

"Master? Is that you?"

Jessica froze and held her breath.

"Who's there?" Cassandra asked, and shook her head trying to remove her blindfold. "Master!" she cried.

Jessica ran out of the room as quietly as she could. She heard her father's footsteps coming toward her, and she quickly ducked into the bathroom down the hall just as he ran across to the room of confinement.

She heard her father trying to calm Cassandra, who insisted someone had been in the room with her. He untied her and took her back to the dungeon.

Jessica waited a few minutes before leaving her place of hiding. She crept back down the hall and peeked around the corner to see if anyone would notice her passing by the door.

Inside the dungeon, she saw Cassandra kneeling in a corner facing the wall while Anna May was still tied to the table. Her father was standing in front of her with his fist in her hair, tilting her head back until her mouth opened while he slowly unzipped his pants.


A Taste of Domination



Jessica quickly closed her eyes and ducked back, before tiptoeing past the doorway and heading back to her bedroom. She lay down on her bed but couldn't fall asleep. She couldn't stop thinking about those blue nylon ropes binding Cassandra, beautiful Cassandra, and wondering what it felt like to be so helpless. And she thought about Anna May, bent over with her ass cheeks red from being whipped. And the look of ecstasy in her eyes every time her Master's belt struck her.

* * *

The next night, after her father had come home, Jessica watched from the second floor landing as Anna May kneeled while waiting for him. But tonight she was still dressed in the maid uniform she'd worn all day, not the sexy slave outfit from the night before. Her father talked quietly to her for a bit and then gave her a signal. Anna May nodded as she stood, and then went to the living room while he went down to the dungeon.

Jessica snuck downstairs again, but tonight both doors were closed. She pressed her ear against the door to the dungeon and heard the crack of a whip, and a man grunting in pain. Was that her dad?

She jumped when Anna May grabbed her arm.

"You mustn't be down here," she whispered. "Your father will be very angry if he catches you. Cassandra said last night someone was in the room with her, that was you wasn't it?"

"I just wanted to make sure he wasn't...hurting anyone."

Anna May took her upstairs, away from the dungeon. "You must respect the boundaries your father has set. If you are not a part of our world, you can never understand how it makes us feel."

"It's just that...when I listened at the door...it sounded like he was in there with a man?"

Anna May paused before answering. "Yes, the Whip is with him."

"I know, I heard. But who is he whipping?"

"No, the Whip is not an object; the Whip is a man. It was him that you saw with Cassandra and I in the bedroom the other night. Your father is his master."

"Oh my god, Dad's gay?"

"No, I did not say that."

"But I thought this guy, Whip, is another one of his sex slaves?"

"The Whip is not a slave. I am your father's only slave, and I am not a sex slave. Both the Whip and Cassandra are only submissives. Your father is the master of all of us, but while I am his slave twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, they only submit to him under this roof. He has no control of them outside of these walls."

"But the Whip is in there now. And I saw you last night, I saw what my father was making you do after he tied you to the table."

"Dominating someone can -- but doesn't always -- involve sex; some slaves have different needs. Last night your father was giving me what he knew I needed. Tonight he is giving the Whip what he needs -- punishment."

Jessica went to her bed but, for a second straight night, couldn't sleep. She was thinking of Cassandra again. She closed her eyes and imagined her bent over in the room of confinement, her long blonde hair hanging straight down, her nipples erect. And Jessica wondered if Cassandra needed pleasure or punishment.

* * *

Jessica came down the next morning for breakfast, and Anna May handed her a bowl of fresh fruit she had cut up for her.

"Anna May told me you were listening at the door last night," said her father, as he looked at her over his newspaper.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I was just curious."

"I know. But the dungeon isn't only mine; it belongs to the others too. It's meant to be a safe place for them, and I won't let you violate that trust."

"You're right...I'm sorry."

"In the future, you are not allowed downstairs -- it's off limits. But I've instructed Anna May to show you the dungeon today, while I'm at work. Hopefully, that will quench your curiosity."

An hour later, Anna May led Jessica down to the dungeon, which had been left unlocked. She wandered around the room picking up and examining different items as Anna May watched. She was surprised at how soft the ropes were, how supple the leather was. She brushed it against her cheek and blushed when she realized Anna May was watching her. She examined the cuffs, harnesses and restraints, and stopped at a large metal x-frame bolted to the far wall.

"What's this?"

"That is a Saint Andrew's cross."

"What does it do?"

"Do you want me to show you?"

Jessica leaned with her back against the cross, as instructed, while Anna May secured the cuffs at her ankles and wrists.

She struggled to get free and was surprised at how tightly it held her. "Okay, let me out now."

Anna May smiled wickedly at her as she examined a table covered in whips, floggers and paddles. She picked up a red and black flogger and lightly whipped the leather tails against her palm while watching Jessica.

"You can untie me now," she said, trying to get free as Anna May approached her with the flogger.

"But I haven't shown you how we use the cross yet."

"Please, just let me go," Jessica said, as she fought to pull her hands free from the cuffs.

"If you really want me to untie you, just say, 'Please set me free, Mistress Anna May', and I will."

Jessica didn't say a word, but her heart raced as Anna May moved uncomfortably close.

She gasped as Anna May slid the leather handle down the inside of her thighs, and took a sharp breath when it came back up and brushed against her pussy through her yoga pants. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip as Anna May slowly slid her hands below her top.

Jessica wished she'd worn a bra as Anna May pushed her long-sleeve tee up until the underside of her firm breasts showed, nearly exposing her rock hard nipples.

"You have a beautiful body," Anna May whispered, brushing her fingers across her nipples through the thin cotton fabric.

Jessica closed her eyes and fought to get free, wishing she could push her top down. She hated people seeing her stomach.

Anna May lightly brushed the flogger across Jessica's abdomen and then dragged the supple, leather tails back and forth over her breasts.

She could see the nervous anticipation in Jessica's eyes as she watched her. Flogger at her side, Anna May waited to see if she'd say the words, waited for that look in her eye. When she saw it, she lightly flicked the tails of the flogger across the soft skin of her belly.

Jessica tensed at the soft blow, and was surprised to feel a tingle of pleasure -- not pain. 

Anna May continued to gently flog Jessica, back and forth, watching her face grow flush with excitement with each blow. Stepping close, she dropped the flogger and placed her hand on the inside of Jessica's spread thigh, slowly sliding her fingers upward, sensing the heat between her legs.

Pressing her soft lips against Jessica's ears as her fingers brushed against her pussy, she whispered, "Now I'm going to show you my favorite way to use the cross."

Jessica couldn't take any more. "Please, Mistress Anna May," she whispered, "let me go."

Anna May immediately stopped and undid Jessica's restraints. She was light-headed as she stepped away from the Saint Andrew's cross.

"I am sorry if I scared you, Jessica," Anna May said. "I just wanted to give you a taste of what happens in here. A taste of domination."

"Yeah, no problem, it was great, thanks," she said, and ran up to her room and closed her door, leaning against it with her heart and mind racing. She slid her hand down her pants; her panties were soaked.

Jessica stayed in her room when her father came home, and she heard him talking to Cassandra in the foyer. When they went down to the dungeon, Jessica desperately wanted to follow and find out what her father was doing to her. But she stayed in her room as instructed, with her ear against the floor straining to see if she could hear them in the dungeon, but all she heard was silence.

Eventually, she heard them coming back up the stairs and they walked past her room as they made their way to her father's bedroom. She quietly opened her door and tiptoed down the hallway, he'd only instructed her not to go to the dungeon. Standing outside the bedroom, she could hear both Anna May and Cassandra softly moaning and sighing. The door to her father's bedroom had glass sidelights, and in the reflection she could see the two women locked together in a sixty-nine position while her father watched and drank scotch from a crystal tumbler. 

Anna May was on her back, and had her hands wrapped around Cassandra's soft thighs as her tongue teased her tiny pink clit. Jessica had a perfect view of her beautiful pussy, but only watched for a few minutes before she crept back to her room, lay on her bed and slowly slid her hand into her panties. 

* * *

The next morning, Jessica watched from the second-floor landing as her father left with Cassandra -- a pomegranate in her hand. She crept downstairs and went to the dungeon, but was frustrated when she found it was locked.

"Anna May, can I ask you a question?" Jessica said, as she walked into the kitchen. "If my dad said it was okay, just so I could see what it's like, could I whip you, you know, gently?"

"Of course not!" 

"But I thought you liked getting whipped?"

"I do," Anna May said, smiling as she glanced back at Jessica, "but I can only be whipped if it is my Master's wish."

"Well...would you whip me some more? Soft, like you did yesterday?"

"I could tell you liked it," Anna May said, with a gleam in her eye that made Jessica blush, "but you must forget about it. Master has forbidden you to go near the dungeon."

As Anna May continued to prep dinner, Jessica took her tablet and googled 'master' and 'slave' and 'bdsm' and her eyes savored the black and white images. She knew she had to find a way back into the dungeon.

That evening, when they were all downstairs, Jessica crept along the hallway and peeked around the corner as Anna May received her collar. Her father glanced up and spotted her.

"Jessica, I told you you're not allowed down here." 

She stepped through the doorway to the dungeon, and they all turned to look at her. "I just want to watch. I won't make any noise, and I promise I won't tell anyone."

"I've asked you to respect our privacy -- leave now."

"But can't you ask them if I can watch? Maybe they don't mind," she said. "Anna May? It's okay with you, right?"

"Jessica!" her father roared. "I am the Master here, you will not address my slaves!"

He made a hand signal and the Whip dropped to his knees while both women lay prone on the ground, with their heads turned to the left, their legs crossed, and their hands behind their backs as if waiting to be bound.

Jessica's eyes darted between the four of them, master and slaves, and she knew she had to do something, or the door would be locked to her forever. She had to make a choice.

Jessica dropped to the floor beside the two girls and assumed the same position. Their eyes went wide with shock as they watched her. When she realized her head was facing the wrong way, she turned to look to her left and saw her father's feet beside her.

"Jessica, get up," he said.

"I want to be your slave too, Dad -- I mean, Master," she pleaded.

"You can't be my slave, you don't even know what you're asking."

"I do. I want you to train me, teach me...like you did Anna May."

"Jessica, you're not ready."

"Please, won't you even consider it? I need this."

Her father watched her in silence and rubbed his hand across his dark, close-cropped hair before he finally spoke. "Jessica, the decision isn't only mine to make. Go to your room and we'll discuss it, I'll let you know."

An hour later, as she was watching the full moon from her bedroom window, she heard her father's footsteps coming up the stairs. He entered her room, and had her sit beside him on the bed. 

"Jessica, I don't think you realize what you're asking of me. Slaves have to give themselves totally and completely to their master -- do you honestly think you could do that with me, your father? Don't you think it would be better, if you're really interested, to find someone else to be your master?"

"Dad, all I've wanted my whole life is for us to be together. I know Mom kept us apart, and I guess this is the reason why. But I trust you and, after talking to Anna May, I know you'd be the best person to train me. I want to be part of your life."

Her father took her hand and squeezed it. "I want to be part of your life too, but even if I agreed, there's a problem. Do you really think you'd be comfortable being naked in front of me? Or seeing me naked?"

"Sure," Jessica lied. "It would be just like going to a nude beach or something."

"Well...I'm surprised but glad you feel that way. I know most people are terribly inhibited about being naked in front of others. But besides that, there is another huge problem -- sex."

"Anna May said there doesn't have to be sex."

"Whether there is or isn't is my decision, not hers, not yours. And my relationship with my dungeon group has always been very sexual."

"But that isn't what I want. I don't need pleasure...I need punishment."

"What are you talking about? Why do you think you need to be punished?"

"I just...when Anna May showed me the dungeon, I could tell that was what I liked."

"Jessica, our dungeon isn't about punishment, it's about discipline. And as Master of the dungeon I control every aspect of what goes on there -- including nudity and sex. As a slave you'd have to obey my every command -- no matter what it was. You may never disobey me." 

Jessica hesitated; she couldn't believe that her father would ever try to have sex with her. And she wanted this so badly. "Okay."

"Honey, do you really understand? You'd have to do anything I asked, at any and all times."

"For how long?"

"For as long as you choose to be my slave. We'll have a contract, with rules, and either of us can choose to break the contract at any time. And if you ever don't want to do something I tell you to, you'll have a safeword. But if you choose to use the safeword, I may choose to no longer be your master. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head.

"I really hope you do, Jessica. Because the last thing I want is for you to do this, thinking it will bring us closer, only to have it drive us further apart. I'm going to ask you one last time -- do you really want this?"

Jessica took a deep breath. "I do. I want to be your slave...Master." 

* * *

When Anna May woke Jessica, her father had already left for work. She'd slept better than she had in months.

"You must get up and come downstairs," Anna May said, "Master wants you to do yoga with me each morning."

Jessica held her hand over her stomach. "Why, because I'm fat?"

"What?" Anna May pulled the blankets back and saw that Jessica was only wearing panties and a short tee. She let her gaze drift over her breasts and down between her legs. "You are not fat, your body is beautiful. Master wants you to do yoga to help with your meditation and positions."

"Positions?" Jessica asked, as she covered herself back up with the blanket.

"Yes, I will teach you a few of them today, so you will be ready for Master tonight."

Jessica went downstairs wearing her yoga clothes and was surprised to see Anna May sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, completely naked. Her skin was paler than Jessica had expected, and her full, round breasts, accentuated by her small frame, were larger than she'd imagined. 

As Anna May stood up and walked toward Jessica, she couldn't help noticing how dark and perfect her small nipples were, and as her gaze drifted between her toned legs she saw her pussy was clean-shaven.

Jessica said, "Umm...why are you naked?"

"Our Master has instructed that both of us be naked while we do yoga."

"I think I'll just leave my clothes on, thanks," Jessica said, crossing her arms in front of her.

After they'd finished a half hour of yoga and a half hour of meditation, Anna May told Jessica it was time to learn some slave positions.

"When you say positions, you mean -- sexual?" said Jessica.

"Many of them are, but not the ones I will teach you today."

"Anna May, my dad -- I mean, Master -- he knows he can't have sex with me, right?"

"The Master can do anything he wants, you agreed to this. Whatever he commands you to do, you must obey."

"He'd force me to have sex with him?"

"The Master doesn't force us, we give ourselves willingly to him. If there is anything you do not wish to give, use your safeword and he will stop."

"And he won't be mad?"

"He will not be mad. But he may no longer agree to be your master."

"He'd punish me, and refuse to be my master if I didn't want to have sex with him?"

"He won't punish you, he would punish himself, and not because you wouldn't have sex with him, but because he asked you to. Master must give us what we want, what we need. If he ordered you to do something, and he was so wrong that you felt forced to use your safeword to stop him, he wouldn't deserve to be your Master. He wants to help us, not hurt us.

"Master loves you very much, Jessica, which is why he agreed to take you as a second slave. Believe me, many have asked and few have been accepted. You must learn to trust his decisions."

Jessica tried to wrap her brain around what Anna May had said while she learned three of the slave positions -- though Anna May said there were many more -- and went to her room to practice them.

* * *

That evening she watched from her window as the car pulled up and Cassandra got out. When she looked up at her window, Jessica smiled and waved to her, but she didn't smile or wave back. 

Anna May had told her to wait in her room until summoned, so Jessica sat on her bed and waited. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sucked in her stomach and wondered if the yoga had helped, and pulled her long, wavy auburn hair out of her ponytail and wore it loose like the other two women. Walking closer to the mirror, she turned sideways and pressed her breasts up, wondering if they were as big as Cassandra's. 

After half an hour, she was sure they'd forgotten about her. She went downstairs and, when she saw the dungeon door was open and heard them all inside, she walked in. Anna May and Cassandra were both kneeling, legs open and breasts thrust forward, while the Whip handed her father a flogger to test the weight. 

"Slave Jessica," he said, "you were told to wait until you were summoned."

Jessica kneeled like Anna May had taught her. "I just -- "

"I didn't say you could speak!" he interrupted. "And you only kneel when I command you to."

Jessica shut up and looked down, unsure if she should get back up or stay kneeling as her Master walked in a slow circle around her. He gave a quick command and Anna May and Cassandra both stood, ready for inspection. Jessica jumped up beside them a second later.

He circled the three of them, watching, and ordered Jessica to strip naked.

Jessica glanced at the Whip, before slowly undressing and placing her folded clothes on the floor beside her. She was still in her bra and panties.

"Slave Jessica, you have disobeyed me," said her Master.

"No, I -- "

He gave a signal and the Whip crossed the dungeon, seized Jessica's arm and pulled her toward the room of confinement.

"No, wait! Please...please, Dad!"

He held up his hand and the Whip stopped and released Jessica.

"Use your safeword if you want me to stop, slave. Do you remember your safeword?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then say it."

She shook her head no.

"Say it! Show me you remember. What is your safeword?"

"Daddy," she whispered.

"Do you think you don't deserve to be disciplined, slave Jessica? You disobeyed my command to be naked during yoga, and now you refuse to strip naked again? If you think I'm wrong to punish you, or if you can't be naked in front of me, say the safeword and I'll stop."




A Taste of Domination



Jessica looked down; she knew he was right. "No, Master. I should be punished."

The Whip pulled her across the hall to the room of confinement. She saw the blue ropes and black bars that had bound Cassandra the other night were already laid out, waiting for her. He secured the steel bar to both of her ankles, forcing her legs wide apart, and put a blindfold and ball gag on her. Finally, he tied a rope around her wrists and put it through the ring on the ceiling. When he pulled on the rope it wrenched her arms back, lifting them toward the ceiling and forcing her to bend at the waist.

Jessica was helpless and waited for what felt like an eternity. She heard footsteps in the room; she knew she was being watched. When her blindfold was finally removed, she saw the Whip standing in front of her. He was naked except for his full-faced leather mask; his muscular body was covered with a sheen of sweat and his thick cock hung inches from her face. She closed her eyes and turned her head while he untied her.

Jessica winced and fought not to cry out in pain as he wrenched her arms higher, and then let them down. Her arms were numb as he took her upstairs to her bedroom. She was relieved when he left her alone in the dark and walked down the hallway. She drifted to sleep, and never heard the sounds of sex that drifted through the walls from her Master's bedroom.

* * *

When Jessica joined Anna May for yoga the next day she wore a kimono down, but when they started she took it off and was naked underneath.

"You have such a beautiful body," Anna May said, as she eyed Jessica's firm breasts and pink nipples.

"Thanks," she said, covering her breasts and stomach with her arms. "I didn't realize how weird I'd feel getting naked in front of my dad."

"You must think of him as your Master, nothing else. And that is why he wants you to learn to be comfortable naked, to overcome your shame."

"I'm not ashamed."

"You are," she said, as she continued to admire Jessica's body. "But I don't know why."

In the evening, Jessica waited downstairs in her new slave outfit, as commanded, beside Anna May. When her Master was ready, he hooked silver chains to the metal rings on the front of their leather underwear and led both of them down to the dungeon, where Cassandra and the Whip were waiting.

At his command, all three women stood for inspection. Jessica felt her heart racing as he circled them. 

He stopped in front of her. "Strip naked, slave Jessica." 

She took a deep breath and obeyed his command. When she was naked, he walked around her, inspecting her thoroughly.

"You must prepare her tomorrow."

"Yes, Master," answered Anna May.

"Get dressed, slave Jessica," he said, and she pulled her leather panties, stockings and corset -- all of them red -- back on.

Jessica let out her breath; she'd passed her first test. When he gave his next command, she kneeled beside the other two women with her legs spread and her breasts thrust forward.

Her Master put on Anna May's silver collar first, and she thanked him. When he grabbed a second collar and walked toward Jessica, she could feel Cassandra's eyes burning into her. As her Master closed the silver collar around her neck, she was surprised at how cool it felt against her skin.

And he finally spoke the words she'd wanted so badly to hear. "Slave Jessica, I am ready to begin your training."

* * *

She lost herself in her lessons the next week, learning positions, obedience and posture. And Anna May prepared her as the Master had commanded.

She told Jessica that all three of them had to make sure their bodies were always clean-shaven, and they were forbidden to cut their hair short. Anna May tried to climb naked into the bath with Jessica so she could shave her pussy but, red with embarrassment, she told her she could do it herself.

Jessica was a quick learner and received extensive training and scant punishment during the first two weeks. Anna May was always helping her in the dungeon, but Cassandra only watched with contempt. 

And Jessica had no idea how the Whip felt. She'd seen his cock often enough that she could have sculpted it out of clay, but she'd never seen him without his leather mask. And she always felt a chill when he watched her with his cold, hard-looking gunmetal blue eyes.

One evening, Jessica watched while the Whip bound Anna May naked to the Saint Andrew's cross, so that she was facing the wall. She was surprised when the Whip handed her a light paddle and her Master ordered her to discipline Anna May.

Jessica walked over to her, unsure of what to do, and lightly patted her bare bum with the paddle.

"Hit me harder," Anna May whispered.

Jessica smacked her ass.

"Harder!" Anna May pleaded.

Jessica cracked the paddle against her ass and Anna May gasped. When she saw how red her ass cheek was, Jessica squeezed it with her hand and felt it burning.

Anna May looked back when she felt the cool hand on her ass, and sighed when Jessica's fingers curled underneath and brushed her wet pussy. 

"Do you want me to hit you harder?" she whispered, and Anna May nodded yes.

Jessica swung the paddle and Anna May cried out in pain when it struck her ass with a loud slap.

"Harder?" Jessica whispered.

"No, please don't," she panted, a tear at the corner of her eye.

Anna May was untied and the Master ordered Jessica to be disciplined next. She removed her corset and was naked from the waist up, watching the Whip as he bound her wrists and ankles to the cross. She waited in nervous anticipation for the first blow when her Master stopped the Whip.

"Not the paddle -- give the flogger to slave Cassandra, she will discipline slave Jessica."

Jessica looked over her shoulder, and her eyes drifted over Cassandra's beautiful body as she strutted toward her, wearing nothing but high heels, flogger in hand. "Hi," she said, and smiled at her.

Cassandra ignored her, and painfully wrenched Jessica's panties down as far as they'd go.

Jessica tensed as Cassandra's first lash lightly struck her round ass -- it barely hurt at all. And then she second lash was a little harder, she gasped as it smacked against her soft cheeks. She winced as the third lash struck even harder, wrapping around the curve of her butt and stinging as it bit into her hip.

"Ow!" Jessica cried. "Please, don't -- "

And then the flogger sliced through the air and Jessica screamed as the tails curled underneath and cut into her soft flesh.

"Cassandra, stop!" her Master ordered and signaled her to kneel for punishment.

Jessica clenched her teeth, fighting back tears as the Whip dragged Cassandra to the room of confinement and bound her with the strappado and spreader bar. 

After Anna May untied and tended Jessica, who was relatively unharmed, the Master sent her to her room to meditate. 

When she woke the next morning, he was sitting on the side of her bed. But he made no mention of Cassandra, he simply handed her a black notebook. Jessica flipped through the pages and saw they were all blank.

"It's a journal," he said. "Every day, I want you to write your thoughts, your feelings, the lessons you've learned, anything that crosses your mind."

And that was how Jessica happily spent her days -- writing in her journal, doing yoga, practicing positions and commands, and meditating. And for fifteen minutes each day, Anna May would bind her naked in the strappado beneath the main staircase in the entrance foyer.

Though it made Jessica uncomfortable at first, she grew used to it and was soon walking through the house naked even when not commanded to, often stopping to admire her reflection as she passed a mirror or window.

The only time Jessica would get embarrassed was when she'd be blindfolded and naked in the strappado, wrists bound and legs spread, and she'd hear soft footsteps and know it had to be Anna May, as she was the only other person in the house. Usually, she would simply walk around Jessica, looking at her. But sometimes she'd feel a gentle flick of a tongue against her nipple, or feel her softly blowing on her pussy, watching it get wet.

* * *

Jessica was meditating naked in her room one afternoon, and was startled when her cell phone buzzed. She hadn't used her phone or tablet in nearly a week; she was normally on them non-stop. She checked and saw a text from her mother.

"Hi honey I miss u," the message read. "I thought u would be home by now, is everything ok? We need to get u registered for the fall semester and Jason wants to know why u haven't returned his texts."

Jessica's reply was brief. "I love you Mom, but I won't be going back to school."

She ran downstairs to join Anna May for yoga as her phone rang and rang and rang.

After they'd finished their yoga and meditation, Anna May gave her a long hug. Jessica loved the warmth of her naked body pressed against her.

"I am so happy for you," Anna May said. "Master told me your sexual training begins tonight!"

Jessica tensed. Every night after they'd trained in the dungeon, the Whip always took her to her bedroom to meditate; Anna May and Cassandra stayed in the dungeon for 'advanced training' or went to the master bedroom where she assumed the two men took turns fucking them. Was she really expected to join them?

Later that night, Jessica was uneasy as her Master led the four of them by their silver chains from the dungeon to the master bedroom. They kneeled on the floor at his signal. 

"Slave Jessica," he asked. "Are you ready to begin your sexual conditioning?"

She hesitated before answering. "Yes."

Her Master gave a signal and the Whip and the two girls immediately stripped naked and resumed their kneeling positions. Jessica hesitated only a second or two before removing her own clothes, but she knew everyone had noticed. She wasn't sure why she'd hesitated; she'd grown so comfortable with her body that she almost preferred being naked, even with her Master and the Whip in the room. But she'd never been naked at the same time as her father.

And, as if sensing her fear, he gave a signal and Anna May and Cassandra stood and removed his shirt and tie. They were about to remove his pants when he stopped them. 

Naked from the waist up, he moved directly in front of Jessica and she tried to look anywhere but at his crotch. She looked up at his chest and noticed he had a tattoo over his heart with the same symbol that was on their lockets and collars.

When he saw her look away from him, he gave a signal to the Whip who walked toward her. Jessica tensed as he draped a blanket over her. 

"You are not to move and you are not to remove the blanket, slave Jessica," her Master said. "If you do, you will be disciplined."

She waited, on her knees under the blanket, and heard soft, slurping sounds. She knew someone was getting his cock sucked.

Jessica's mouth went dry wondering if she was next, remembering how her boyfriend Jason had told her she sucked at blowjobs. But then she heard the bed start to squeak, and Cassandra moaning in pleasure. 

Unable to control her curiosity, Jessica cautiously lifted the blanket and peeked out. Cassandra was on her knees with her head on the bed as someone held her arms, pulling them back as he slammed his cock into her from behind. She carefully lifted the blanket another inch, wondering if it was the Master, and recognized the Whip's muscular torso, flexing as he pumped away.

But Jessica couldn't take her eyes off Cassandra. She'd never watched another woman get fucked before. When Jessica had been with Jason she'd always hoped he would come as soon as possible. Cassandra, pinned helpless on the bed as the Whip pounded his thick cock into her, looked like she wanted it to last forever. But then she opened her eyes and looked up, glaring at Jessica when she caught her watching. She quickly dropped the blanket back into place.

A second later, the Whip pulled it off her and Jessica saw his thick cock, still slick from Cassandra's pussy, hanging inches from her face. She turned her head away so as not to look at it, and saw her Master was sitting on the far side of the bed, ignoring her, while Cassandra and Anna May kneeled in front of him.

The Whip took her in her bedroom, tied her ankles and wrists to the bedposts and left her there, spread-eagled and blindfolded. Jessica didn't struggle; she knew she deserved to be punished. And she wasn't crying because she was tied up, she cried because she knew she'd disappointed her Master.

* * *

Jessica woke in the early morning light, and discovered she was untied and Anna May was sleeping naked on the floor beside her bed. After she woke her up, she crawled beneath the blankets with her and hugged her for warmth.

"Why were you sleeping on the floor?" whispered Jessica.

"The Master made me watch you all night so I'd learn to teach you properly."

"I'm sorry you were punished too."

"I'm not being punished, I'm being taught. Someone had to watch you anyways, Master would never leave someone tied up and alone." Anna May snuggled closer to Jessica and they went back to sleep hugging each together, legs intertwined.

They were both dressed in their slave outfits and kneeling in position when the Master came home that night, but there had been a change in plans. 

"There won't be any training tonight," he said, sighing as he dropped a silver locket on the table. He signaled for them both to stand. "Cassandra won't be joining us any more, she no longer accepts me as her master."

"Why -- " Jessica blurted out, but quickly shut up when she realized she'd spoken without permission.

"Cassandra has a jealous nature. I tried to help her, to change her, but I failed. She couldn't accept my decision to take you as my second slave, Jessica."

"But you already had three!"

"Anna May was my only slave. Cassandra and the Whip are both subs. She begged me to take her as a slave years ago, and I told her I'd never have more than one at a time. When I broke my rule, and took you as a second slave...it hurt her deeper than I knew.

"That night when you came to the dungeon, Jessica, and asked to join us? They all agreed, except for her. She felt that adding you to our circle would detract from the attention that I could give her. But I selfishly ignored her objections and allowed you to join us anyways. It wasn't fair of me to put my needs ahead of hers."

"Well, her loss," Jessica said. "Why can't we train?"

The Master gave a sharp signal and Anna May dropped to her knees. Jessica, slow to obey the command, kneeled beside her.

"That is twice you've spoken without my permission," he said, his voice brimming with anger, "so now you will be punished!"

He didn't even bother chaining them; he grabbed her hand and dragged her down to the dungeon while Anna May followed.

Once inside, he forced Jessica to strip naked and ordered Anna May to bind her to a chair by tying her ankles to the legs and her wrists to the arms. Anna May kneeled and awaited her Master's next command, while he paced the dungeon.

He picked up a flogger from the table and smacked it hard against the palm of his hand, glaring at Jessica, trying to make his mind up about something.

Finally, he walked over to her and pulled on one of the ropes, freeing her right arm.

"Masturbate, slave Jessica."

"What?" Jessica whispered, as both Anna May and herself went wide-eyed at his unexpected command.

"Make yourself come!" he yelled.

"Why?"

"Why do you always question me?" he cried, as he grabbed her long, auburn hair and wrenched her head back.

"You're hurting me!" 

"Good," he growled, "say it, say the safeword. Say it so I don't have to be your Master any longer. Prove Cassandra right! Say the safeword so I can let her know she spoke the truth when she said you could never be my slave. When she said you weren't strong enough! When she said I was a fucking terrible master, because I was the only one who didn't realize it!"

He let go of Jessica's hair and screamed in frustration as he went to exit the dungeon. Tears streaked Anna May's face as she kneeled beside her.

"There will be no more training tonight," he said, his back still turned to them, and went upstairs.

"Why is he so mad at me?" Jessica said, as Anna May untied her. "I just asked why? I didn't say I wouldn't."

"He's not mad at you, he's mad at himself."

They both went to Jessica's bedroom and Anna May helped her change out of her slave outfit.

"I...I don't mind doing what he said. I've done it before...it's just -- "

"Jessica," she said, stroking her hair, "I don't know why you don't like making yourself feel good."

"I do -- "

"Then show me," she said, and had Jessica lay naked on the bed beside her. 

"Make yourself come," Anna May whispered.

Jessica was nervous as Anna May nodded at her to begin. She closed her eyes as she slightly parted her legs and lightly rubbed her hand against her mound. She gasped as Anna May's warm hand caressed her breast and she parted her legs a little wider.

"That's it," Anna May whispered, as she watched Jessica rubbing her fingers across her clean-shaven pussy. "Now, try it like this."

Jessica opened her eyes as Anna May slipped a finger into her mouth and made her suck on it. She then reached down and curled her finger inside Jessica, who closed her eyes and sighed as Anna May teased her and played with her pussy.

She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Jessica's and their tongues danced together as her fingers vibrated over her clit. 

Jessica broke the kiss and gently bit her lip as waves of pleasure rolled over her. She'd touched herself before, but no one else ever had. Jason had never touched her pussy with anything other than his cock; he'd never used his fingers and never used his tongue.

He had no problem making her suck him, but the one time Jessica had asked him to go down on her he'd said it sounded disgusting.

And now she realized what she'd been missing, kissing Anna May hard and moaning into her mouth, her whole body tensing as an orgasm rippled through her. She pushed Anna May's hand away from her pussy as she tightly closed her legs; every brush of her fingers sending lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through her.

Jessica lay exhausted on the bed, trying to catch her breath, and could only stare at Anna May; it was if she'd lost the power of speech.

"Congratulations," Anna May said, smiling as she gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You just came."

"Holy fuck," Jessica said, "No one's ever made me feel like that."

"That is because your boyfriend doesn't know how to please you like I do," she whispered, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before leaving her room.

Jessica remembered all of the times she'd made Jason come and suddenly felt like she'd been shortchanged. She'd never felt so relaxed in her life, and she fell fast asleep. So fast that she never heard Anna May's moans through the walls, as her Master rewarded her. 

* * *

When Jessica woke the next morning, her father was in his suit and waiting in a chair beside her bed, watching her. She went to kneel but he held out his hand to stop her. 

"Jessica, the way I acted last night...I was wrong. And I just wanted to let you know that, if you want to end this -- our master-slave relationship -- you can do so without feeling any blame. Last night was one hundred percent my fault, I was angry about what had happened with Cassandra, and was wrong to ask what I did."

"No," she said. "I need this. I need you. I want you to teach me more."

He signaled a command and she kneeled naked in front of him.

"Anna May told me the two of you trained together last night, slave Jessica" he said, and brushed a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. "She told me how comfortable you've become with your body...and your sexuality. You make me very proud."




A Taste of Domination



He reached in his jacket pocket and handed her a pomegranate. After he'd left, she ran down to the kitchen, cut it open and ate the seeds, thinking they were the sweetest things she'd ever tasted.

* * *

Jessica's sexual training didn't resume until a few nights later, but this time it wasn't with the Master.

As she kneeled waiting for him, she was surprised when Anna May came to her and attached the silver chain to her.

"The Master has commanded me to take over your sexual conditioning, slave Jessica."

"But, I thought...I thought you said you weren't allowed to train me?"

"I do as my Master commands and, as the alpha slave, you and the Whip will obey my commands as if the Master was giving them. And while I am training you, you will call me Mistress Anna May."

"But the Master...shouldn't my Master -- "

"Slave Jessica!" Anna May said, moving uncomfortably close and cutting her off. "Do you not want me to train you? Do you think I'm weak?"

"No...I mean, yes, I want you to train me...Mistress Anna May," said Jessica.

Anna May led her to the dungeon, where the Whip was waiting, and the two of them kneeled as their Mistress spoke. 

"Are you a virgin, slave Jessica?"

"No, Mistress."

"How many men have had intercourse with you?"

"Umm, only one," Jessica said, turning red with embarrassment, "my boyfriend, Jason."

"And how many have you sucked?"

She hesitated, as she'd never told anyone about the other time. "Two."

"And what about your ass?"

"What about my ass?"

"Has anyone ever fucked it?"

Jessica was shocked she even had to ask. "No, of course not...Mistress."

"And you've given handjobs?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Show me," she commanded.

Jessica was surprised when the Whip stood up beside her. He unzipped his leather shorts and lowered a flap, exposing his half hard cock. 

When Jessica hesitated, Anna May asked, "Do you want to use -- "

"No," she interrupted, before she could finish. She did not want to use her safeword.

Jessica wrapped her hand around the Whip's cock. Her hand was so cold that it felt really warm, and really thick. She started to slowly pump it and felt it growing harder. She looked down and kept stroking it, wondering when it was going to go off and wondering if he'd get cum on her corset. She kept stroking and it got harder and harder; the Whip let out a low groan.

"Whip! Don't you dare come," their Mistress commanded.

Jessica stopped jerking him off; she knew he was about to explode.

"Slave Jessica, I didn't tell you to stop!"

Jessica started, realizing she hadn't, and quickly started tugging on the Whip's thick pole again. His knees trembled, his eyes were squeezed shut, he clenched his teeth and he groaned as he fought not to come.

"Make him come, slave Jessica."

She stroked him faster; his shaft was hard as steel and the head of his cock was dark purple. Her hand was a blur when he finally moaned in defeat and a thick rope of cum spurted out of the end of his cock and splattered on the dungeon floor.

Jessica was wide-eyed as she watched it; his cock was throbbing in her hand as she kept milking cum out of it.

"Whip!" Mistress Anna May cried, "I told you not to come. How should you be disciplined?"

Jessica watched as the Whip dejectedly made his way to the table to select the instrument of his punishment.

"Slave Jessica and I are leaving. You don't deserve to have us watch while you're disciplined. Wait here for the Master; he will soon be down to punish you. Before he gets here...clean up your mess."

As the two of them went back upstairs, Anna May couldn't resist grabbing Jessica's hand and smiling at her. "Oh my god," she giggled, "I have never seen the Whip come so hard, I think you just gave him the best handjob of his life!"

"Really?" Jessica said, remembering how many times her boyfriend had complained, and how good the Whip's cock had felt in her hand.

* * *

The next morning, she was up early and practicing her positions naked before the silvery dawn sky. She was stretched back in a Gorean bow when her Master entered the living room.

"Get dressed slave Jessica, you're coming to the office with me today."

She was surprised but knew not to hesitate. "Yes, Master!" she said and ran up to her room, wondering if she had anything appropriate to wear to an office. At her mom's house, she had a closet full of shoes and clothes; at her dad's, she spent most of her time nude.

She opened her bedroom door and saw he'd already taken care of everything. A beautiful gray sleeveless mini dress was laid out on the bed for her.

Jessica put it on and checked herself out in the mirror, amazed at how well it hugged her curves. She would never have worn a dress this tight before, now she stepped into her high heels and strutted down the main staircase as Anna May smiled at her from below.

"Jessica," she said, "remember that you are still Master's slave. You must obey his commands outside this house just as you would inside."

Jessica nodded, smiling as she walked out to the Mercedes.

As her Master drove down the highway, he looked over at his daughter's long legs.

"That dress fits you perfect."

"Thank you, Master," she said with a smile.

"Pull it up above your waist."

Jessica knew better than to question why, she scooted forward and wiggled her butt so she could pull her dress up, exposing her panties and stockings.

"Take off your panties.

"Today's Monday," he added, when he saw her hesitating. "You know you and Anna May aren't allowed to wear panties on Mondays."

"I thought that was just in the house," she said. He gave her a sharp look, but before he could reprimand her she quickly pulled her dress back down and wiggled out of her panties, leaving them in the glove box.

They pulled into the office parking lot, and as they walked into the building every eye was on Jessica. When they reached her father's office a beautiful dark-haired woman with her hair up and wearing designer glasses greeted them. She was his secretary, Jean.

"Good morning, Michael, and you must be Jessica. I've heard so much about you," she said, and asked if she'd like some tea.

After politely declining, Jessica followed her father into his office.

"Take your dress off," he said.

This time she didn't hesitate; she stripped her dress off and was only wearing black stockings and heels. 

"Are you uncomfortable being naked here, where someone could walk in at any moment and see you?"

"No, Master," she lied.

He signaled for her to kneel in the corner and she did, facing the wall nearly naked while he read his e-mails. After twenty minutes, he told her to put her dress back on.

"I have to go to a meeting. You'll stay here on all fours beside my desk and you won't leave my office for any reason. Do you understand, slave Jessica?"

"Yes, Master." She got down on all fours and, as she did, her mini dress rode up so that her ass was completely exposed. As soon as he left the office, she got on her knees and pulled the dress back down. She was trying to figure out how to get down on all fours without her dress riding up when the door opened.

Jean walked in with tea and Jessica quickly stood up and pulled her dress down to cover her bare ass.

"Oh, did you lose something?" Jean asked, wondering why she was on the floor.

"No, I'm fine!" she blurted out. "I mean...I meant to say, no, I didn't lose anything." Jessica smiled to hide her embarrassment, as Jean put the tea on the desk and left the office.

When her Master returned from his meeting a half hour later, Jessica was back in position on the floor and the untouched tea was cold on the desk. 

He completely ignored her and started reading a report while she kneeled on all fours beside him, her dress hiked high enough that, if anyone looked, they'd have a full view of her round ass.

And then Jean entered the office. Jessica didn't dare move and just stared straight ahead, frozen with embarrassment, as Jean walked in and took no notice of her. 

"Yes, Jean?" her father asked, as if it was perfectly normal to have his half-naked daughter on all fours beside him.

"I just wanted to let you know that your slave disobeyed you as soon as you left your office."

Jessica's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide in alarm.

"I came in to get some papers and she not only had the nerve to stand up, she actually spoke to me without permission."

"What should I do?"

"Punish her, of course!"

"I've got another meeting, Jean. Do you mind disciplining her for me?"

"I'd love to, I'd absolutely love to," she said, grinning wickedly down at Jessica.

She stood in front of her and gave her the command to display herself, but Jessica knew not to move -- only her Master could command her.

"Slave Jessica, you will obey every command Jean gives you as if it were my own, or you will be punished as if you'd disobeyed me personally," he said, and closed the door as he left for his meeting.

Jean gave the same command and Jessica meekly moved to the display position.

"Take off your dress, slut," Jean commanded.

Jessica took the dress off and was naked except for her stockings and heels, the cool air conditioning making her nipples hard. At Jean's command, she bent over her father's desk, with her legs spread and her ass raised in the air.

Jean strolled behind her and caressed and squeezed her ass while Jessica kept her head down, her long auburn hair brushing against the papers on the desk.

She flinched when Jean suddenly spanked her ass with her bare hand. Four more hard smacks left Jessica's cheeks red and hot. She bit her lip, hoping the spanking would continue, but Jean moved away.

She gave another command and Jessica went back down on all fours and pressed her head to the carpet, placed her hands behind her head, spread her legs and thrust her ass into the air.

"So well trained, and such a nice cunt," Jean said, feeling Jessica tense as she rubbed two fingers against her slippery pussy. "I like how they feel when they're freshly shaved."

She sat down on the edge of the desk and commanded Jessica to kneel between her legs.

"You need to learn not to talk unless you're told to," she said, as she let her long, dark hair down and took her glasses off. "I'm going to teach you what a slave's tongue is for."

She lifted her skirt, and Jessica saw her neatly trimmed pussy glistened.

"What are you waiting for," Jean asked, and grabbed Jessica by her hair and forced her mouth against her pussy. "Lick it, slut."

Jessica flicked out her tongue. She'd never tasted a woman before; the other night with Anna May was the first time she'd ever even been touched by a girl.

She stretched out her tongue again and lapped at Jean's pussy, surprised at how wet and sweet it was.

"That's a good slave," she said. "You'll know when you're done."

As Jessica kept tonguing her, Jean tightened her grip on her hair and ground her pussy against Jessica's face.

"Get that fucking tongue inside me," she said. "I wish we were in my dungeon so I could punish you like you deserve!"

As she guided her clit onto Jessica's soft tongue, she noticed her hand between her legs.

"Hey! I didn't say you could touch yourself!" She commanded Jessica to put both hands behind her back, and then sat back with her skirt bunched around her waist as Jessica's tongue lifted her to an orgasm. 

Jessica could feel her flooding her mouth, and just kept licking and licking while Jean trembled beneath her tongue and swore at her.

When Jessica looked up at her to see if she was pleased, her mouth wet from her pussy, Jean stroked her hair and ran a soft hand down her cheek. "Such a good pet, your master will have to bring you to work to play with me more often." And then she put her hair up, put her glasses back on, smoothed her skirt down and went back to work.

* * *

After they got home that night, Jessica showered, ate dinner and then waited for her Master to come for her. 

But when he came he told her that Anna May would be training her again tonight, and sent her down to the dungeon where the Whip already had her tied to a table, paddling her ass.

When he was done, Anna May was untied and easily switched from slave to Mistress, ordering Jessica to undress and take her place.

"Slave Jessica."

"Yes, Mistress?" 

"You've done very well with your sexual conditioning; Jean called and told me how enthusiastic you were today."

"Thank you, Mistress," she said, blushing.

"Tonight," she said, as the Whip stripped naked, "you'll show me how well you suck a cock."

Jessica froze and looked down so she wasn't staring at his thick prick. She yelped when Anna May brought a paddle down hard on her ass.

"You didn't answer me, slave Jessica."

"Yes, Mistress."

The Whip walked up directly in front of her, and when she looked away and closed her eyes her Mistress asked, "Does it make you uncomfortable having him naked, and having his cock so close to you, slave Jessica?"

"No, Anna May -- I mean, Mistress," she lied.

"The Master requires all of his slaves to swallow any cum in their mouth, do you understand?"

"Umm...yes, Mistress," she said, remembering how she'd hated the time Jason had unexpectedly come in her mouth. And how angry he'd got when she hadn't swallowed it, and had let it spill out onto his favorite shirt.

When she'd first been tied to the table she was excited at the thought of being paddled by Anna May, now she found herself pulling against the restraints.

The Whip blindfolded Jessica. She was spread-eagled facedown on the table and stiffened as she felt fingers sliding along her spine and down to her ass. They dipped between her legs and played with her pussy until she was wet. She wondered if it was Anna May? And then a hand grabbed her by the hair to lift her head, and she felt a cockhead being rubbed against her lips. She could taste the pre-cum.

Jessica wondered if it was the Whip? Had anyone else come into the room? Was her Master in the room? Even though she was blindfolded, she tightly squeezed her eyes shut, the safeword at the tip of her tongue. Her mouth was still half closed as he forced himself between her lips. Her boyfriend had always complained about her blowjobs, was always trying to stuff more of his cock into her mouth. And his cock wasn't nearly as big as this one.

Jessica tried to tighten her mouth and use her tongue to hold him back but he pushed deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag. She heard a voice, telling her to relax, but she couldn't. She was too nervous. Finally, he pulled his cock out and she could tell he was jerking himself off as the head brushed against her lips. She was startled when he pushed his cock back into her mouth and emptied his load.

She didn't even try to swallow it, she spat out the cum and heard it splatter on to the floor. She retched on the taste and could feel it dribbling down her chin while tears ran out from beneath the blindfold.

Anna May pulled it off and Jessica could see the Whip standing naked beside her, his cock wet from her mouth and cum still dripping from the tip. 

"Are you okay, Jessica...I mean, slave Jessica?" her Mistress asked.

She nodded and apologized, but was still disciplined for her failure to obey. Her Mistress made her sleep naked on the floor of the room of confinement, and when she woke up in the morning the door was unlocked. She went to the kitchen and found Anna May there.

"I'm sorry about last night, I'm terrible at blowjobs."

"That's okay, you're going to be practicing all day."

Jessica looked around. "With who? The Whip?"

"No," Anna May said. "Me."

Late that afternoon, after Jessica had done her yoga, journal and meditation, she went to the dungeon as instructed. She had taken a shower, but never bothered dressing as she still had her silver collar on.

When she walked in she saw Anna May securing a harness around her waist. Jessica was shocked when she turned around and she saw a huge, purple strap-on dildo bouncing in front of her.

"Get on your knees," Anna May said.

"You can't be serious."

"I'll show you how serious I am. On your knees, slave."

Jessica instinctively kneeled. She opened her mouth as the purple monster slid between her lips.

Anna May taught her proper technique, showed her how to relax and how to control her breathing so she wouldn't gag. Within half an hour, Anna May was kneeling while Jessica, who was on all fours, deep-throated her silicone cock with ease.

"You should play with his balls too," Anna May moaned, watching Jessica suck her purple pole. "Pretend you're playing with mine."

Jessica moaned her agreement, slid her hand between Anna May's legs, and discovered how wet her pussy was. Without stopping sucking, she slid her finger along her slit until she found her clit and rubbed it back and forth between two fingers.

Anna May reached behind Jessica's ass and returned the favor, dipping her finger into her swollen pussy and teasing her clit while she used her other hand to keep her head bobbing up and down.

"I wish it was you in there," Jessica gasped, as she popped her mouth off of the strap-on. "It's so much easier with you than with a guy."

Anna May pushed her down on her back, moved on top of her and slipped her tongue into her mouth. Jessica's head was swimming; Jason had never kissed her like this. Anna May pinned Jessica's wrists to the floor, and pressed the head of the dildo against her pussy as they teased each other's tongues. Jessica spread her legs further, and the purple pole was just starting to spread her pussy lips when Anna May suddenly broke the kiss.

She took Jessica's hand and pulled her to her feet, leading her to a bench on the far wall of the dungeon. She sat on the bench as Anna May bound her wrists to the wall. And then she took her legs and bound an ankle to each end of the bench.

Jessica was spread wide open, she could have never opened her legs this far before she'd started yoga. She was bound helpless as Anna May put one hand behind her head, pulling her close and kissing her again, and used her other hand to tease her strap-on cock against her swollen pussy.

Jessica moaned against Anna May's tongue as she felt the head of the dildo stretching her hole, and she groaned as she slid inside. She broke the kiss with a gasp, and Anna May rested her forehead against Jessica's as they both looked down, watching her purple cock disappear between Jessica's legs.

Anna May started to fuck Jessica faster and she moaned with each thrust, slumping against her restraints as mini-orgasms trembled through her. She could feel the big one coming, and as she looked into Anna May's eyes, she knew that she felt it coming too. But just as she was about to push her over the edge, they heard a car in the driveway. 

Anna May slid the cream-covered dildo out of Jessica's soaked pussy and quickly undid her restraints. They both ran upstairs, their heads spinning and pulses pounding, and went to greet their Master. 

* * *

When they were back in the dungeon that night, her Master personally disciplined Jessica, but when it came time for her sexual conditioning he excused himself again, commanding Anna May to take over.

She had Jessica strip naked and kneel while her wrists were tied to her ankles. The Whip blindfolded Jessica again and a minute later her mouth was filled with cock. 

The lessons had paid off and, though she didn't do as well as she did with Anna May, she felt a lot more comfortable as she sucked on his prick. But when her mouth was filled with cum she gagged again, and let it spill out of her mouth and down onto her tits.

She cried and apologized again as the Whip locked her in the room of confinement. She had almost fallen asleep when the door opened and her Master attached his silver chain to her collar and led her upstairs. She was taken naked to the master bedroom, where Anna May kneeled as she faced the corner.




A Taste of Domination



He ordered Jessica to lie on the bed on her back with her legs spread and then he blindfolded her.

She stiffened as she felt fingers sliding over her breasts and instinctively tried to close her legs, but the hands forced them back apart. Jessica's eyes were squeezed tightly shut when she felt the blindfold being taken off.

Her Master was gone and Anna May was smiling down at her. Throwing the blindfold beside the bed she moved back between Jessica's legs. She shivered as Anna May lightly flicked her tongue against her pussy, and then sighed and dropped her head back against the down pillow.

"Oh...Mistress," she said.

"I am not your Mistress tonight," said Anna May. "I am a slave just like you."

Jessica closed her eyes and spread her legs as Anna May went to work, her tongue and fingers teasing and toying with her clean-shaven pussy. 

Jessica slid her fingers through Anna May's hair and watched as she planted soft kisses between her legs. And then she tightened her grip and bit her lip as Anna May's tongue parted her swollen lips and invaded her pussy with a renewed intensity, dancing around her clit.

"Oh, Jessica," Anna May moaned. "You taste so good."

Jessica arched her back as she pushed her to the brink of orgasm and right over the edge. She ground her pussy against Anna May's mouth as she came, and she licked up every drop.

She collapsed and lay there panting as Anna May crawled up beside her and kissed her softly on the lips. And then the Master came back from the dungeon with a silken rope, tied the two of them together and they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

* * *

The next morning when Jessica woke up she was still naked in her Master's bed, but untied. She wandered downstairs and Anna May told her to shower and get dressed, she was going back to work today.

At the office, her Master told her she would be acting as his personal assistant and that Jean would show her what to do. Except for lifting Jessica's dress to see if she was wearing panties, she didn't make any reference to their previous encounter.

Jessica was sent to the copy room with an armful of manuals and was shocked when she saw who was using the copier -- Cassandra.

"Wow, look who's here," she said. "The master's new pet."

Jessica put the manuals down and, without saying a word, turned to leave.

"Did you suck your dad's cock yet?"

Jessica froze.

"Oh my god!" Cassandra laughed. "You did!"

When her Dad came back from his meeting he found Jessica hiding in his office and sitting behind his desk.

"Why didn't you tell me Cassandra worked here?" she said angrily. "Couldn't you just fire her or something after she didn't want you to be her master anymore?"

Her father came over and sat on the edge of his desk. "Cassandra was completely justified when she chose to end our relationship. I broke the rules -- not her. It wouldn't have been fair of me to punish her for my mistake. I told her when she ended it I hoped it wouldn't affect our friendship, but I'm afraid it has. And anyways, she's still one of our top account managers -- and I'd hate to lose her."

Jessica knew better than to argue, and grudgingly completed her duties while doing her best to avoid Cassandra.

When they got home that night Jessica went to her room to change and saw the light on her cell phone blinking. She checked the text, expecting it would be another from her mom begging her to come home -- she was stunned to see it was from Jason. 

Before she'd come to stay with her father, she'd texted her ex-boyfriend at least once a day, now she hadn't even thought of him in nearly two weeks.

"Surprise Jess its me," his message read. "Flying down to see u on Saturday saw your dads place on facebook cant wait to see it 4 real. And u I miss u 2."

"Fuck," she thought, "It's already Friday!" Jessica didn't even wonder why Jason hadn't asked her if he could come down first, she knew he never let other people's opinions get in the way of his decisions.

But she wondered what her dad -- her Master -- would say. Jessica wasn't sure which scared her more -- that he'd make Jason leave or that he'd let him stay.

* * *

Jessica met him at the airport, spotting him as he made his way past the throng of people waiting at the luggage turnstile.

"Hey, Pork!" he said, as he handed her his duffel bag to carry. "Missed you."

"You know I hate being called that," she said, as she threw the heavy bag over her shoulder.

"Don't get bitchy already, it's just a pet name."

"Why can't you just call me babe, or something?"

"What? Like the pig?" he said, and tried to pinch the thin roll of fat she used to carry above her middle. "Hey, you lost some weight! About time."

When they got to the BMW, Jason let out a whistle of approval. "Give me the keys, I'm driving."

"No you're not. It's my dad's car, so I -- "

"I said give me the fucking keys!" He glared at her as he snatched them out of her hand. "You know I'm a better driver than you, I'm surprised you didn't fucking crash it just driving here."

Jessica slumped in the passenger seat and crossed her arms. As they drove back to the house, Jason only asked about her father. What did he do? How rich was he? Was he going to leave it all to her?

"Can we change the subject?" Jessica interrupted. "Maybe you're interested in how I've been?"

"Hey, I just got here. Don't start acting like a cow already, okay?"

"I'm not! I just -- "

"Don't worry, I'm not mad," he said, and grabbed her hand and pressed it against his crotch. "You can make it up to me."

"What are you doing?" She tried to pull her hand away but he kept it pressed against his erection.

"Come on," he said. "It's been weeks since I've seen you, I've missed you. Pull me out and you can suck me off while I drive. I've never been blown in a BMW before."

Jessica glared over at him like he was a pig and jerked her hand away.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I said I missed you. Fuck...if you don't want to blow me you could at least give me a handjob."

They pulled up out front and Jessica slammed the car door shut and walked toward the front door.

Jason got out of the car and his eyes lit up as he saw her father's expensive house. "Oh, dude! I can see myself living here!" And then he yelled to Jessica. "Hey, you forgot to grab my bag!"

Once they were inside, Jessica took Jason to the living room to meet her father. As she introduced them, she wasn't worried that her dad wouldn't like Jason; she was worried that her Master would give her a command, worried that she wouldn't obey.

But he simply put his newspaper down and stood as Jessica introduced them. He went to speak, but Jason interrupted.

"Hey, thanks for inviting me to stay here, Mike," he said. "I love that BMW, and I love your house!"

"And my daughter, too?"

"Oh...yeah, right!" Jason laughed.

After her father excused himself, Jessica gave Jason a tour of everywhere but the dungeon. When the tour was over, she left him in the kitchen with Anna May while she ran upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes. When she came back down, he was leaning over the table and watching Anna May while she prepared dinner.

"Hey," he whispered. "Did you know your maid isn't wearing panties?"

"You're supposed to be looking at me," she teased, wondering if she was also not supposed to be wearing panties today. She tried to sit on his lap but he pushed her away, saying she was too heavy.

They ate dinner with both her father and Anna May, and Jessica tried not to be jealous as Jason stared at Anna May's tits the whole meal. After dinner, as her father had canceled all dungeon activity until Jason left, they watched TV and then went to bed. 

Jason stripped naked and threw his clothes on the floor in a heap as he crawled into bed, but Jessica felt her old fears returning and turned the lights off before undressing.

"Don't worry about it, Pork. I'm used to your body."

Jessica slid into bed beside him, wondering if he'd notice anything different about her after the month of training with her Master. She snuggled up beside him and went to kiss him but he turned away and yawned.

"Why did you decide to come down here?" she asked. "Did you and Sophie break up?"

"Oh, fuck...here we go again. I told you to quit being so possessive. I'm here with you, isn't that enough?

"Look, I'm really tired from the flight," he said, as he pushed the blankets down to his knees. "Just suck me off so I can go to sleep."

Jessica knew her blowjob skills had improved, but she felt strange doing anything without her Master commanding it.

Jason was forcing her head down onto his cock when the bedroom door opened. He quickly hid under the blankets while Jessica lay there nude, watching Anna May silhouetted in the doorway.

She was naked except for black stockings and her silver collar.

"Can I join you two, Jessica?" she asked.

Jessica was stunned by the request; she loved Anna May but didn't want to share. Before she could answer, Jason interrupted her.

"Yeah...fuck yeah, you can join us!" he said, as he moved to the middle of the bed and patted the mattress beside him.

"I thought you said you were tired," Jessica whispered. "I think we should just go to sleep."

"You're always so fucking boring, a girl like you is never going to get a chance at a threesome again. She's fine with it, get in the bed," he told Anna May, but she ignored him and waited for Jessica.

She sat on the bed and struggled with the decision. She hated the thought of Jason touching Anna May, but knew she wouldn't be here unless her Master had commanded it. "Okay," she whispered, and moved over as Anna May closed the door and came to her side of the bed.

"Hey, get over here," Jason whispered, and forced Jessica to trade places with him. He kneeled between the two girls and groped Anna May's breasts.

"Get me ready," he said, and grabbed Jessica by her hair and made her suck his cock while he forced a finger inside Anna May.

If he noticed any change in Jessica's oral skills he didn't say, as he pushed her away after thirty seconds of sucking and forced Anna May's legs apart as he moved between them.

"Fuck, you got great tits," he said, paying her a compliment the only way he knew how. He pulled her closer, stuffed his cock in and within seconds was pumping away. Anna May reached over to try and hold Jessica's hand, but Jason grabbed it and pinned her arms to the mattress as he slapped his hips against her thighs.

The headboard banged against the wall as he pounded Anna May, who couldn't help moaning as he fucked her hard. And barely a minute after he'd started, Jason pulled out and shot cum all over her stomach.

"Sorry I came so quick," he said, as he tried to catch his breath. "You're just so fucking hot."

He crawled over Jessica and lay back down on his side of the bed to go to sleep, as Anna May ran to the bathroom to try to wipe up his cum before it ran all over her.

"What about me?" Jessica whispered. "I thought this was supposed to be a threesome?"

"Sorry, Pork, I'm too tired now," he said, as Anna May returned from the bathroom, and rolled over to go to sleep. 

Anna May slid under the covers with Jessica and gently brushed her fingers between her legs. "Do you want me to take care of you?" she whispered. "I don't mind."

"No, I'm tired too," said Jessica, as she pulled Anna May closer. "Let's just go to sleep."

Jessica awoke minutes after dawn when she heard a soft, sucking noise. She looked over and in the early morning light she could see Anna May bent over Jason's waist, her head bobbing up and down.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

Anna May tried to lift her head, but Jason pushed her back down. "Go back to sleep," he said. "Your maid's taking care of it."

Jessica rolled over and stared at the wall. All she could hear was the soft, slurping of Anna May's mouth on Jason's cock while he encouraged her quietly.

Without any warning, he unloaded his cum into her mouth and groaned in pleasure when Anna May -- like she'd been trained -- sucked down every drop.

When he was finished, Anna May tiptoed out of the bedroom without a word. Jason rolled over and was happily drifting back to sleep when he felt Jessica shove him.

"What the fuck was that?" she whispered.

"What? What's your problem?"

"You fuck my friend, and don't even touch me, and then you wake her up while I'm sleeping and make her suck you off?"

"Well maybe you should ask her for some fucking lessons," he whispered. "If you could fuck and suck like her, maybe I wouldn't have had to start banging your friend, Sophie. Now, go back to fucking sleep."

"Get out of my room," she whispered, "go sleep on the couch downstairs!"

"I'm not going anywhere. Shut the fuck up and go back to sleep!"

"I said get out -- "

Jason swung around, pinned her to the bed by her throat and cocked his fist. "You gonna make me fucking hit you again?" he whispered angrily. "I said shut your fat, fucking mouth and go back to sleep!"

Jessica was paralyzed with fear; she'd seen this look in his eyes before, and knew he meant what he said. Finally, he pushed her away in disgust and rolled over, turning his back to her. She waited until she knew he was asleep and then crept out of her room, tiptoed down the hall, crawled into Anna May's bed, curled against her and cried.

When Jessica woke up, she was alone in the bed and could smell breakfast cooking downstairs. She went down to the kitchen and saw Jason was already dressed and talking to her father while he read his newspaper.

Anna May walked over to give Jason his breakfast, and he discreetly slid his hand up her skirt, smiling as he squeezed her bare ass. She slapped his hand away and stared daggers at him.

He smirked at her and turned as he heard Jessica enter the kitchen. "Hey, sleepyhead, about time you woke up. So, what's on the agenda today?" he asked her. "I was thinking maybe if Mike will let us borrow his Mercedes -- "

"You're leaving today," her father interrupted, without looking up from his paper.

Jason did a double take and shrugged his shoulders at Jessica before answering. "Uh, no. I'm not leaving until next Friday."

"You're leaving today. I've already booked your flight."

"What? Why? What did Jess tell you?" he said, turning to glare at her.

Her father narrowed his eyes as he calmly stood up and walked over to Jason, who cringed as he pointed his finger at him. "She didn't say anything. She's not telling you to leave -- I am."

Jason stood and backed away from him. "I don't know why you're so pissed dude, but you better talk to your daughter and get your facts straight. She doesn't want me to leave, do you, Jess?"

Her father said, "Do you want Jason to stay, Jessica?"

"No," she whispered. "I want him to go."

"Jess? What the -- "

"Don't tell me," her Master interrupted. "Tell him."

She walked over and stood in front of Jason, who was shaking his head, warning her. "I want you to leave -- "

"Jess," he interrupted. "You better think about what you're fucking saying."

"I want you to leave. I want you to go, right now, and I don't want you to ever come near me again. Don't text me, and don't call me -- or my mom -- go!"

Jason stepped angrily toward Jessica but she didn't back up, she wasn't afraid of him anymore.

Her father grabbed his shoulder, and said, "Your things are packed and a taxi is waiting outside. You're leaving now."

* * *

Monday morning came and Jessica went with her father to work. As they drove, he reached over and took her hand.

"Jessica, I hope I did the right thing...asking Anna May to find out if Jason really loved you...and then sending him away."

"Oh...yes, Master," she said, shocked to hear him questioning one of his decisions. "I never wanted him to come in the first place, and I should have known he never loved me. You read my mind when you kicked him out."

"Good. Everything I've...done with you since you came to stay with me. It's because I want to do what's best for you, what's best for everyone."

"You have, Dad. Anna May was right; I feel like you've set me free."

"I hope so, Jessica, because I've been wondering if agreeing to be your master was the right thing to do." 

"What? Why would you say that?"

"Cassandra e-mailed me this morning to let me know she's quitting."

"Oh! Well, I guess it's time for her to move on."

"She said she's quitting because of you. She said when she saw you at the office last week, it was too painful for her -- being reminded of what she'd lost."

"But it was her choice to -- "

"You don't understand, Jessica. Cassandra trusted me and I broke that trust. I thought she'd be able to accept you into the group -- I made a mistake. My decision forced her to leave."

"Well, she is kind of a bitch -- "

"Jessica! Please, you're not making this any easier for me. I don't think you realize how much I loved Cassandra, and how much this hurts...

"Years ago, when I first started, I had another slave. I made mistakes, and lost her. I couldn't imagine what I'd do if I lost Anna May too. And you're my daughter -- I can't afford to make a mistake with you."

* * *

After they were back home that night, Jessica changed into her slave clothes and waited on her knees for her Master. But it wasn't he who came for her -- it was Anna May.

She took Jessica's hand and led her upstairs. They went to the master bedroom and blue ropes and a blindfold were already waiting on the bed. Anna May helped her remove her clothes, and then tied Jessica's arms behind her back as she knelt on the bed with her head against the cool satin sheets.

After she was blindfolded, Jessica waited on the bed as Anna May's soft footsteps moved to the side of the bed. The mattress sunk beneath her weight as she kneeled on it, and Jessica felt her fingers trailing across her side. She shivered as they slid over her ass and dipped between her legs. Anna May's fingers teased her clit while her other hand tweaked her nipple. Jessica sighed in pleasure, and then she felt a hard cock poke against the soft flesh of her hip.

Jessica tensed -- it wasn't Anna May on the bed! She stiffened as he slid a finger inside her pussy, and she was embarrassed at how wet she was. He moved behind her and she tried to close her legs. Was it the Whip...was it her father? She tried to crawl forward and he pulled her back, she gasped as she felt his hard cock between her legs. 

With one hand on the small of her back, he rubbed the head of his cock against her slit. Jessica bit her lip; she knew this was going to hurt. She wasn't wet at all anymore. As he pushed forward, his knob pressed against her opening, she fell flat on the bed. He grabbed her hips and angrily lifted her back into position, shoving his thick shaft between her legs.

Jessica struggled to pull her hands free of the ropes and to shake the blindfold, and when she felt him entering her she cried, "No...Daddy!" 

As he moved away from her, she collapsed on the bed. Footsteps thumped across the carpeted floor and a hand tore her blindfold off. She looked up through her tears and could see her Master standing in front of her, holding the blindfold. He was completely dressed, unlike the Whip beside him; Anna May knelt on the bed, untying Jessica's wrists.

"I'm sorry, Dad," said Jessica, as she wiped her tears. "I didn't mean to use the safeword, I don't know why I said it. I'm fine, I'm not afraid. Please...let's try again. I want to do it again."

There was a lull as her Master watched her, and she pleaded with her eyes for another chance. And then he signaled to the Whip and the two of them left the bedroom, leaving her alone with Anna May.

"Is the Master mad at me?" said Jessica, as more tears welled in her eyes.