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Dawn: A Tale of Submission

By: DragonSlayer_OK



As I sat quietly in the motel room awaiting the arrival of a woman I never met that would leave here as my slave, my mind was racing. It was a large comfortable room considering that the hotel was very different from the larger five star locations I was used to. I was here to take possession of a slave girl. 

It had the better part of two years since I let the last one, Latisha go. Latisha's mother had passed away and she was to take in her siblings and raise them. She wept terribly as she told me this. She did not want to leave but felt our lifestyle would not be good for the younger children to be exposed to. I reluctantly agreed and sent her on her way with enough money. I thought of Latisha often and hoped she was okay. I missed her a great deal. Oddly enough, when I first met her, she was working very hard at being a domme. 

Given our nation's history, very few black women are submissive. She had been an excellent slave girl and a very rare gem. Her being black made her rarer still. Nonetheless, Latisha's submissiveness was real and heartfelt. And though I missed her so very much, I had forbidden her to contact me, telling her to make a total break from her old life. Some times A master can become as fond of a slave girl as she can to a kind master. 

And now it was time for a new slave. I knew almost nothing about her. What the hell was I thinking? Men such as myself rarely took on slaves without knowing them but I was making an exception this one time. To be completely honest, I was perhaps a wee bit desperate. I had been without a slave far too long by my own reckoning. Perhaps I'm too damned picky. Picky? Here I sat thinking myself picky and taking on a slave sight unseen. Her former master, William had three such slaves and had given the third one to me. He had told me that she was the latest addition to his chain and things had not been working out as well as he had hoped. He told me that she was prone to extreme jealousy. I quietly envied and admired his having three girls that waited on and served his every wish while I had none at this time. This was rather silly of me. I had owned slaves before but it had been a while and never more than one at a time. 

"You'd being doing me an enormous favor." he had told me. "She disrupts my life and continually annoys Bridgette and Carla. Take her off my hands and I'll repay the favor one day." Annie, my new slave to be, apparently did not play well with the others. 


William told me that she was thirty-nine years old. That surprised me as I knew he liked his girls younger. He also told me that the girl was short and a bit on the plump side and that; she had blue eyes and black hair. I asked him to tell me more about the problems he'd been having with her. He did not elaborate but I am a patient man. I would ask the girl when she arrived. As I sat there wondering what kind of trouble I had just acquired, there came from the door a soft knock. I waited a brief moment before speaking. "Come! It's not locked." I said. I watched silently as the door opened and she entered closing there door behind her. She set down a small purse on the table by the door. 

Annie stood there at the door looking at me though she kept her head down. She was what I'd consider well above average in looks. In fact, I thought she was quite beautiful. I guessed her height at less than five feet but the stiletto heels she was wearing made that difficult to tell. I judged her a few pounds over what many would consider desirable. Although, she had the slightest bit of a belly, she looked nice to me. The black dress she wore clung to her body, revealing every curve. The neckline plunged very low leaving the tops of her breasts showing along with a very alluring cleavage and it was short enough for me to see the lace tops of her stockings. I could plainly see her nipples pushing out against the fabric of the dress. I guessed her breast size at possibly 36C. Perhaps a little smaller but as short as she was, they would still appear to be large. Her hair was thick, yet silky and extremely long, stopping a bit below the hem of the short dress she wore. It was braided neatly and it was black. So black, that it seemed to have blue highlights. I knew that her eyes were blue as William had given me a full description but, the way she held her head, I could not yet see them. She looked to be terrified by me. As if she might bolt, back out the door if I even spoke. 

I beckoned her forward to me. She dawdled for only a moment and then slowly walked closer stopping about ten feet from me.

"My former master tells me that I am your property now. She spoke so softly I could just hear her. I found it odd that she didn't seem terribly upset about having been given away. 

She spoke again, "I have come to submit myself to you. You are to be my new master." She then moved closer until she was but a couple of feet from me and started to kneel before me. 

"Stop!" I said sharply. She froze, and then stood again, looking confused. "First, I have a couple of questions for you. Then you may submit yourself to me." I stood before her and reached to her chin lifting it a little. "Look me in the eye Annie. You wish to become mine? Do you really understand what it means to be a slave? Do you truly wish to belong to me, to serve me in all ways, to be my slave?" 

Her eyes were a very light shade of blue that I've never seen before. "Yes Master. I wish it with all my heart. I know what is to be a slave Master. I love being a slave. I only wish to serve you in any and every way" 

"Why girl? You do not even know me." Her eyes were even bluer than I first thought. I can only describe them as a ghostly blue. They were quite a contrast to the blackest hair I ever recall seeing. 

"My former master, William told me that you are a good man and a fair master. He said I would be happy serving you." Carla and Bridgette told me a lot about you Master. I know Master William told you about our situation. I was his third girl and was largely disregarded by him. I wanted to serve him but, Carla and Bridgette were always there in the way. Master, it is extremely difficult for a slave to serve and please her master when she is third on the chain. I know he cares for them a lot and I felt like there was no love or caring for me. I also know that this is no excuse for the way I behaved." I nodded and she continued. "Master" she said "It is my deepest wish to serve a good master. Being a slave makes me feel good about myself and in a world that frowns on such things, that makes women like me rare. It is sometimes hard to explain. In my heart of hearts I long to serve. To do anything I can to please my man and make him happy. To please him any way I can and to be pleasing in all things." She smiled shyly at me "I want to serve you, Master. I want to be yours." 

I nodded again. "Do you have any questions before we begin?" Annie shook her head and started to kneel again.

"No, not yet" I ordered her. 

"But Master." She said quietly. "Why not Master? Have I displeased you?"

"Be patient little one. There is one other thing." I told the nervous girl standing before me. 

"Yes Master?" I could see that patience was not her strong suit 

"Before I put my collar around your neck and make you my slave girl, I must see what I am getting. What kind of a man would take possession of a slave without making sure he's not receiving damaged goods?" I looked deeply into her eyes once again. 

"Strip!" I commanded her. "Remove all of you clothing. Do it now! Do not ask questions!" I saw her blush a little and spotted what might be the slightest start of a smile tug at her lips.

"Yes Master." Annie whispered. She slipped the dress off of her shoulders and eased it to her waste. The bra she wore underneath did not cover her breasts but, merely supported them. The areola and nipples were in plain sight. They were the color of caramel and the nipples stuck out nearly half an inch. I found them especially appealing. The bra, if one could call it that, hooked in the front. She removed it and dropped it in a chair next to where she was standing. 

Her breath caught then, for sitting on the chair was a large black leather paddle and next to it, a matching flogger. I snatched the bra from atop the flogger and tossed it at her. "Put it on the bed girl! You need to pay more attention to your actions and be more aware of you surroundings." You're not getting off to a good start. 

"No Master." She mumbled. She picked up the bra and put it on the closest of the two double beds in the room. I sat down and watched as she continued. Annie then slid the dress down over her hips and let it drop to the floor. I noticed that she had no panties...and no hair. Her pussy was plainly visible and I could even make out her hooded clitoris sticking out a little. The lips as far as I could tell were quite dark compared to her natural skin tone and appeared to be a bit swollen as if she was sexually excited. . It looked so smooth that I wondered if there had ever been any hair at all between her legs. Her curvy body was exquisite to look upon. It carried its thirty-nine years better than a woman at least ten years younger. She shook out the dress, folded it and placed it on the bed next to the bra.

"Turn around." I told her speaking quietly yet firmly. "Slowly!" As she turned slowly and gracefully, I got the feeling that perhaps she might be showing off a bit. She was exceptionally attractive and knew she was. Being nearly naked in front of a strange man did not seem to bother her at all. Her skin was lightly tanned and smooth. William had said she was chubby but, while she did seem a little heavier than she ought to, she had a very definite waste-line and looked damn good to me. The belly was not all that noticeable. She faced me again and bent over to remove her shoes. Annie smiled sensuously, running her hands slowly down her legs, to her feet. 

"Display!" I barked the command loudly. It appeared as if her body responded even before her brain heard and processed my order. She immediately stood straight, her feet at shoulders width. The hands shot up her fingers were interlaced behind her neck. Her elbows pushed back and her breasts were thrust out. Her head was turned to her right, the face raised high yet, the eyes looking to the floor. The more I looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to become. William is a fool, I thought, for letting this little beauty go. I knew Bridgette and Carla, and to me, they were quite ordinary compared to the girl that stood before me. I said "Tell me slave, why did William truly give you away? You're just as lovely as the other two, if not more. Why you and not one of them?" The question was clearly unexpected. Annie turned her face to look at me. She started to speak, hesitated a moment, started to speak again but, said nothing. She tried to meet my eyes but, could not. 

I decided it was time to be very firm with her "Answer the question slut!" I snapped at her. I'm normally not vulgar but, at times, it can be a great attention getter. At the word slut, I could just hear a tiny whimper in her throat and a look of longing flashed in her eyes. Then I realized that such talk excited her. I mentally filed that away for future use. I reached onto the other chair and picked up the flogger and placed it on the arm of my chair. She watched me, her face showing a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. 

"Must I wait all night for an answer?" I growled at her. 

"N-n-no Master...I'm sorry M-m-master." She spoke softly. "The truth is M-master is that they are much younger than I am. They are both in their early 20's while I am almost 40. Master William seems to prefer his slaves young. And...and....." Her voice changed a bit then, sounding a little bitter and resentful and something else....the tiniest hint of a southern accent. "....and they both have them big ol' fake titties." 

In a flash, I was on my feet, flogger in hand glaring down at her. I shouted into her face "What the hell did you just say?!" I was furious to say the least. She leaned back and cringed but, I noticed that she remained in the display position. 

"F-f-forgive me master!" she begged. "I'm s-sorry if I said s-s-something wrong." I looked at her. "Wrong?" I shouted again. "Wrong....you can't be serious. How dare you speak to me like that, using language like that? Just who in the hell do you think you are?"

I finally broke though. Annie dropped the display position, and went to her hands and knees at my feet. "Forgive me Master, I'm sorry Master. Forgive me Master, I'm sorry Master" she whimpered softly. The hesitant stuttering was gone. "Please, please forgive me." 

"You will never use the word tit or any variation of that word again!" I said calmly. My temper has always been quick but, rarely lasts for more than a few seconds. "Nor the word cunt. I dislike that one as well. And...while we are on the subject of language, there are other things you need to learn. There are other words you may not use. You will refer to yourself always in the third person. In other words, you may not use the words I, me, my or mine. Those words are no longer in your vocabulary. The words I and me denote identity. A slave has none, other than what is permitted by her master. The words my and mine denote ownership. A slave owns nothing! Are we clear on that?" She lifted her head just high enough to glance at me.

"Yes Master. As you wish Master." she said returning her gaze to the floor. 

"It was also the way you said it. I do not permit slaves to show that kind of attitude for any reason. Do you understand that as well?" 

"Yes Master. Annie understands and adores your firmness."

"Resume display slave!" said I. Annie leapt back to her feet and stood as she was before awaiting the examination she knew she was about to receive. I started to walk around her slowly. I caught the sent of vanilla body spray on her and leaned in closer to savor her smell. She sensed my closeness and her breathing quickened noticeably. I grasped her long braid and moved it over her shoulder so that it draped itself over her left breast. This gave me an unobstructed view of her back and her nice round ass. I leaned in close again and ran my hand slowly down her back along the spine. 

A soft barely audible moan escaped past her lips. She was breathing even faster. I then run my fingertips over an ass cheek very gently. "Oh Master." She whispered. I stepped back and with a quick swing brought the flogger down on her ass. The loud sound of the flogger meeting bare flesh echoed off the mostly bare walls. Annie let out a little squeal and managed to say "Oh Master...please! I truly am sorry I offended you." I assaulted her round bottom three more times in rapid succession. Her ass was starting to turn a light shade of pink. Tears began to run down Annie's cheeks. "Please, please...I am so very sorry Master. Please master, "punish me if you feel the need but, I still beg your collar. I want to belong to you Master." 

"You don't understand Annie. This has nothing to do with you offending me." I told her firmly. She gave me an uncomprehending look and started to say something but, wisely remained silent. There was indeed hope for Annie. "Punishment will come later slave and you will be punished, you can count on that. This has to do with you becoming my slave...nothing more. I am about to place a collar around you neck." I gave her ass ten more hard strokes with the flogger. The pink on her backside was turning into a really nice light red. The girl was now weeping softly. "You would like to know why I'm beating you, wouldn't you." I hissed at Annie though clenched teeth. 

"Yes Master. Please tell your slave why." She said through her tears, holding back sobs. I grasped her by the braid and led the lovely little slut to the chair I'd been sitting in. Forcing her to bend a bit forward. "Grab a hold of the arm-rests girl!" She did as she was commanded. I stepped around behind her; taking is the view of her lovely ass getting redder from the beating that she'd received. Without warning, I laid the flogger to her twenty more times rapidly and very hard. She wept openly now her small body raked by sobs. 

"The answer to your question slut is simple. Just because I can. And I did it for sole purpose of establishing my authority over you. You have to know that I will beat you if it needs to be done. And, that is but a very small sample of what I can and will do to keep you in line. Now...you are ready to be collared and to be my little slave girl." "Now finish undressing and assume the position" I said pointing to a spot on the floor in front of the chair.

"Yes Master." Came the soft response. 

I moved over the other bed reached into my over-night bag and took out a wooden box. I set it aside and walked to the refrigerator and looked inside. I smiled. It may not have been a top-flight hotel but, it did have a mini-bar of sorts and did stock some ice-cold beer....my brand even. I took one out, twisted off the cap and took a long drink. I stepped into the small bathroom and washed my hands and splashed a little water on my face then toweled off. A thought occurred to me then. I looked out the door to see my new girl, completely naked now kneeling in front of the chair. "Annie, get your ass in here now!" 

As I waited, I picked up my beer, took another long pull on it and set it down just as Annie entered the bathroom. I quickly reached out grabbed hold of her braid and pulled her close to me. Tilting her head back to look at her face closely. Her little body was held firmly against mine as I inspected her to see how much make-up she had on. She leaned into me a little and I saw arms move up slowly to put them around me. I imperceptibly shook my head and her arms reluctantly dropped to her sides. There was very little make-up on her face. Just lipstick and a little eyeliner. "Wash your face slave! When I want you naked and I mean naked...nothing at all. You got that slut!" 

"Yes, Master" she told me. The fear and apprehension were gone from eyes replaced with what looked like desire and longing. I shoved her to the sink, picked up my beer and left the bathroom I went to the chair, stopping to pick up the box I had left on the bed and sat down to wait for her return. 

Moments later she came back into the room and knelt before no more than a foot and a half or so from me. Her position was perfect. She had apparently been taught how to do things properly. Her head was held high and her eyes cast down. Annie appeared to be looking at my booted feet. Her small body perfectly upright, her shoulders back and breasts thrust out as if purposely showing them off. She sat gingerly back on her heels and had spread her thighs far apart. Her hands were resting upon her thighs, palms up. 

"Okay" I started out. "First of all, I am not like many Masters. When we are speaking, you will look directly at me." Annie started to speak but, I silenced her with a gesture. She was looking at me as I continued "You will speak freely within certain limitations that you will be taught. I demand total honesty. A lie of omission is still a lie. One lie....just one, and you will be uncollared and returned to William as you are now! If he wishes to simply throw you out, it won't be my concern. What he does with you will be his business alone." I paused for a moment and looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. 

"What are you, girl?" Annie looked at me, momentarily confused then understanding came into her eyes and she answered.

"I am only a slave girl. A little slut to be used by her master in any way he chooses." I nodded, then she spoke again. "Master, you told me that I....your slave was to speak freely. May your little slut speak now Master?" 


Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 02



This is part two of A Tale of Submission with Dawn and her Master (Gabe). I give thanks for the positive feedback I have received. Seems my little story was even better than I had hoped. I can only hope that this one is enjoyed as well. In part two Gabe and Dawn meet a lovely Asian girl from the Philippines who, unlike them has no real experience with D/s, but a lot of interest. All references to the Philippines, their language and culture is base on my experiences living there long, long ago and is accurate to the best of my hazy memories after partaking of far too many San Miguel's. 

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My life had gradually slipped back into something approaching normal once again. As normal, as anyone could live the lifestyle I had chosen to live. Dawn had turned out to be a real treasure. My home was always neat and organized to perfection. She was always eager to please me in every way. Especially in bed. I had never met a woman with such an incredibly high sex drive. She is totally insatiable. Not that I am complaining...I am not! My sex drive is higher than most as well. I often joked to myself that between the two of us, I might quite easily screw myself into an early grave.....Ah! But, what a way to go. Let me put it this way; there is never, ever a shortage of passion in my bedroom. It had been just over three months since that night in the motel room where I put my collar on her neck and I could not be much happier.

Dawn's responsibilities were really quite simple. As long as she kept my home in order and me happy, I placed very few restrictions on her. I had told her what I required of her when I brought her home that night. 

I had made a few minor changes. First, I'd had her cut her hair a bit. It was still very long but now stopped just below her waist. I also relaxed my stand on her wearing make-up a little after learning that used it sparingly and very tastefully. She only used what she thought she needed to enhance her natural beauty. And she is extremely beautiful. 

There were things that truly endeared Dawn to me. Particularly in the way she dressed. Always sexy and a wee bit provocative but, almost never trashy or smutty. She had told me that she never do anything to dishonor me in any way. Friends and acquaintances had also told me that she always behaved very properly in my absence and was a credit to me.. 

She had started three-a-week workouts at a local fitness center. She had told me that she had always worked out before to keep herself more desirable for her Master. The last two had not allowed this and she became worried about her weight to the point of being obsessed about it. I thought she looked just fine but, did allow it to make her happy. After all, a happy slave girl will do more to be pleasing. She had lost twelve pounds and now had the body of a model now. Her 36C breasts appeared even larger on her diminutive body. Believe me; on a woman 4' 9 1/2" tall and less than 100lbs, they are quite large. Many men and even a few women had seen and admired her striking good looks. Dawn had become by far one of the most beautiful women I've ever known. I considered myself very lucky.

One day she called me from the fitness center and asked to bring her new friend to the house for a bit. I questioned her about this. I told her when I brought into my home that I had no objections to her having any friends but the friends would have to be told every thing about our lifestyle and our relationship. She assured me that she'd told her friend everything and 'them some' as she explained it. Chuckling, I told Dawn to bring her new friend home with her. 

About twenty minutes later, I was at my computer checking my e-mail when I heard Dawn come in the house chattering to her friend. I clicked to send icon on a message I'd just finished and turned at my desk as they entered the room. 

Dawn was her usual stunning self even though she was dressed very casually as was her habit when going to the fitness center. Dressed in a white A-shit (what the youngsters these days refer to as a "wife-beater") and blue denim cut-offs cut short. The first thing that caught my attention about her friend was that she was dressed identically. The next thing I noticed was that she was Asian and quite lovely. I guessed she was from Southeast Asia, probably Malaysia or perhaps the Philippines. She appeared to be in her early to mid twenties. She was at most, an inch taller than Dawn and very thin with smallish breasts but still a little large for an tiny Asian woman. Neither of them wore bras and their nipples were very conspicuous. The girl's hair was long, nearly as long as Dawn's and even blacker...if that is possible. Dawn walked to me, settled onto my lap, and gave me short sultry kiss.

"Hi Master. Your little slave girl sure did miss you." She gave me another quick kiss on the cheek. "This is your slut's new friend, Mindy. Mindy, this is my adorable master."

Mindy showed no sign of surprised or being put off as she heard the language and the words Dawn used In fact, she took as though it were an every day occurrence for her. She stepped forward eagerly, smiling and offered her hand to me.

"Hi!" she said cheerily. "I'm Minda Ryan. My friends call me Mindy." Her accent and the name Minda gave her away. I was sure that she was from the Philippines.

I took her hand shaking it firmly, yet gently. "Hello, I'm Gabe Atherton. Minda? Would that be short for Luzviminda?" Minda is a typical nickname for Luzviminda, A name that comes from the three main regions in the Philippine Islands. Luzon, Visaya, and Mindanao.

She looked at me with a very shocked expression on her cute face. "What? How did you..."

I interrupted her "Taga saan ka sa Pilipinas? I spoke in Tagalog, the official language of her homeland. Asking her where in the Philippines she was from.

"Sa Manila..." she pronounced Manila (My-nee-lah). Then she froze. "You speak my language?" She beamed at Dawn. "Your master knows to speak my language, Dawn" She smiled very warmly at me.

I laughed "It's been a while and I've forgotten most of what use to know .It's been quite a few years since I've had some one to practice with Minda." Then I asked "Do you mind if I call you Minda? I prefer it to the Americanized version."

Minda smiled at me warmly again. "From you sir, I think I would like that." 

"Just call me Gabe, Minda"

"Oh no, sir, I cannot do that!"

"Sure you can. You need not be so formal." I said to her.

She smiled "No sir. I must be respectful."

I shrugged " As you wish girl." I didn't think a deal about it. Many Asian cultures do tend to be a bit more formal than we here in the states. Something that surprises most westerners is that in most countries in Asia, nearly all the young actually do respect their elders.

In a moment, Dawn and Minda left walking hand in hand out into the back yard by the pool. As I was finishing my e-mail traffic, I occasionally glanced out the window seeing them talking very animatedly. Minda seemed to be captivated by Dawn's collar, running her fingers over it and looking closely, even longingly at it. I did not know if Minda's husband was into the lifestyle but it very obviously piqued her interest. Well, I thought. It is none of my concern. 

After a while, Dawn walked her friend out to the front of the house to her car. It was a dark green late model BMW coupe. She hugged Dawn, tenderly kissed her lightly on the cheek and departed. 

A few minutes later Dawn reappeared and knelt at my feet. She, as usual when alone at home with me was wearing nothing but her collar. "Master, your slave needs your attention. Please Master, Dawn is soooo very hot...use your little slut Master."

"Later." I said glancing at my watch "Get supper started. We can play after that.

"But Master!" she whined

I looked at her sharply.

She blanched "Yes Master. Dawn understands. Supper will be ready soon."

Supper and the rest of the early evening went off without incident. It was Italian night and my sweet girl threw together a great little meal consisting of Italian Sausage in a really good marinara sauce and all the trimmings. The only thing that struck me as mildly odd was she remained naked the entire time. When everything was done and the dishes had all been put in the dishwasher, I looked at her. "Go shower then I will see you in the playroom."

An hour later, I walked into the playroom and found Dawn kneeling in her customary place on a small mat in the very center of the room. Her left breast was cupped in her hand as she tugged on the nipple. Her free hand was between her legs rubbing her clitoris in small side to side movements. I had very early in our relationship decided to let her masterbate whenever she liked. However, she was not permitted to bring herself to orgasm that way...without my permission, that is. I smiled at her.

"Is my Little One enjoying herself?"

"Oh yes Master...Your girl begs you Master. May she please cum?"

"Soon, not yet. I have a new toy for you to try out first."

"A new toy Master? Can Dawn see?"

"You must learn to be patient my sweet one." I told her as I went to wall where various toys and accessories hung. I returned to her with two spreader bars and a small bag from our favorite 'toy' store. The bars were both just a bit over two feet long with leather straps on each that could be closed using Velcro closings. I secured her wrists first.

"Master." She cooed at me. "Use your slave slut. She loves everything you do to her. Everything my sweet adorable Master." I could see in her eyes that she was as aroused as I've ever seen her.

With a ring attached to the center of the spreader I hung it from a hook hanging down from the ceiling that could be adjusted to any height. I then secured her ankles with the second bar and hooked that to the floor slightly behind her. With the help of modern electronics and a remote, I raised the bar that held her wrists until it held her tight but, not uncomfortably so.

Dawn spoke breathlessly "Master? Your horny little slut loves it when you make her so totally helpless to your will." She was dripping wet already. "Dawn is yours. Do with her whatever you want."

"Close your eyes little one." I commanded her

"No blindfold Master?"

"No slave girl. It wouldn't be on long enough to be worth while."

"As you wish Master" She whispered with a dreamy smile and closed her eyes.

I reached into the bag and brought out a new set of clamps. I attached the first to Dawn left nipple just tight enough to keep it there.

"Ooooooo Master, new clamps. Dawn loves them already."

"We'll see Dawn, how much you're going to love them."

I then set another clamp to her other nipple, let connecting chains hang and said to Dawn. "Okay baby you can open your eyes now.

She opened her lovely sky blue eyes smiling at me. "Master, you make your girl so very happy. No woman, slave or muggle could possibly be as happy as Dawn is." Dawn always referred to those who did not live or believe in the BDSM lifestyle as muggles.

I tightened the clamps on her nipples until she grimaced and sucked in her breath. Then tweaked them just a touch more.

Dawn looked down. The clamps were very ornate with chains that led to a medallion of sort that hung slightly below her breasts. Then she saw a third longer chain coming off the bottom of the medallion hanging down to the tops of her thighs.

"No Master, no!" Dawn said as fear swept over her face. "Please Master...No! Don't clamp this slut there Master. She won't be able to take it."

"Are you sure about that my sweet little slut?"

"Yes Master, Dawn is sure!"

"Well, you know how to stop this, do you not?"

A very serious look came over face. "No Master. This slave will never do that. Dawn could never bear failing you Master. If she did that, it would be a failure on her part."

Dawn was referring to the 'safe' words we had agreed on three months prior. She'd gotten some silly notion in her head that using a safe word would indicate that she was unworthy and unable to make it as a submissive. I, as a responsible Master had insisted on these safe words. Dawn, while she understood the necessity was not fully in favor of this. She is a true submissive slave girl. Also, I gathered that she trusts me completely. The system is quite simple. We have two safe words. 'Yellow' meant to stop, take a short break and then continue if we both agreed. 'Red' just meant stop. That 'playtime' was over, at least for the night. Thus far, no safe word had ever been uttered by her, even though I had, on occasion during our brief time together, severely tested her limits.

I looked her in the eye. "Then you will take whatever I dish out and like it slut!" I continued to stare into her eyes.

"Yes Master." was all she said. She looked down between her legs with apprehension.

I stooped down in front of her, I then took the clamp in one hand and began softly stroking her clit with the other. I needed have bothered. Her clit was fully engorged and was big as I've ever seen. Though she told me she didn't want to be clamped here, her body betrayed her. Her sweet pussy was as wet as it could possibly be without her cumming. I grinned up her evilly. "You can say no all you want Dawn but, your body begs me to continue." 

"Please Master, don't clamp your slave down..." 

She stopped, sucking in a deep breath as I closed the clamp on her clit and began to tighten it. She was panting through clenched teeth. She moaned and then had a small orgasm. Her nectar running down her thighs.

"Oh Master...please take it off Dawn. She panted, her teeth still clenched. 

"But, my sweet wanton whore, if it hurts too much, why are you cumming?" I said softly and sarcastically. I adjusted the ceiling hook up higher. High enough that she could not stand flat-footed yet could support her weight on the balls of her feet without any real discomfort. I took all of her hair and pinned it up to the top of her head. Thank the Gods she taught me how to do this. I stepped back admiring my beautiful little slave girl. There are times when seeing her with her hair up that can be as exciting as when it is down. Tonight was one of those nights.

Returning to the bag Dawn's new clamps came in, I reached in and withdrew four specially made weights just for this set of clamps. Teardrop shaped with flat bottoms so they would stand on their own. They were small, only four ounces each. I was pretty new to the weights for body clamp thing and had no idea how much weight I could hang on the chain without overreaching Dawn's limits. I doubted she could handle the full pound and the pressure all four of the weights would put on her supported only by her nipples and clit.

I clipped the first weight to the chain but, held it in my hand. Dawn looked at me totally stunned at what I was about to do. Then I released it. It dropped about three inches and jerked to a stop pulling on both nipples and her clit at the same instant.

"Oh my God Master!" She nearly screamed. "Is your slave to be tortured?" Her breathing had become ragged. It hurts so badly...Please my sweet Master, no more."

I grinned at her maliciously. "My sweet little slut, I have not yet begun."

Her eyes popped wide open. "Master...Please!" She said to me pleadingly.

"As I've told you many times girl...you can stop this any time."

"Never, Master!" She answered defiantly. I was mildly surprised as I saw what had been something I've never seen in her. It was perhaps a flash of real anger in her eyes. And while I've seen her upset or annoyed, I have never seen her really angry.

I walked to my rack of toys on the wall and returned, standing front of her with my favorite flogger in hand. The same one I used on her our first night just before I collared her.

"Master?" She asked. "Your slut does not know how much how much more she take. Dawn begs you Master...Stop now. No more, no more." I walked around behind her, paused a moment then brought the flogger swiftly against her bottom. Her small body flinched with the impact causing the weight to swing and bob up and down. She grunted, panting heavily. I struck her again with the same result. This time, she screamed though clenched teeth.

I moved until I stood in front of her once again. I reach down, grabbing a second weight adding it to the chain. I was certain that I was at the very edge of her limit. 

I slashed her twice across her breasts with the flogger. The impact of the flogger, the flogger's strands hitting the chain that supported the weight and her flinching caused the weight to bounce around a lot.

Dawn looked me straight in the eye. "Oh God...Master...Your slut cannot take this...Please!!" I swung the flogger yet again, an underhanded swing that caught her between the legs. "Mas...Oh God! I can't..." she panted. Then she screamed loudly "Master!...Yellow Master!...Yellow-yellow-yellow!" 

I threw down my flogger and quickly removed the weights from the chain. Then I bend to remove the clamp from her clit. The whole time this was occurring, she was experiencing a huge orgasm. Her juices literally sprayed out puddling around her feet. I was more than a little confused. But, the safe word means stop. And that was that.

"No Master!" She was still screaming. "Leave it Master! 

I looked up at her questioningly. 

"No Master." Her voiced was still raised but, she was no longer screaming. "Please Master. Leave it on for now. I just needed to catch my brea....Oh God, NO!!!" She dropped her head to her chest and began weeping. "Oh my God, no" She was nearly hysterical in her crying.

I stood and listened to her softy muttering to herself. "I failed, I failed, I am unworthy."

I lost it. Dawn and I had talked about my concerns about her self esteem. I roughly reached around grabbing a hand full of her hair, jerking her head back. I leaned in, our faces no more than a couple of inches apart. "Geez Dawn!! How many times do we need to talk about this shit! God, I hate it when you talk like that!"

Then it happened. What had to be the very last thing I would ever expect from my sweet innocent submissive slave girl. She lost it!

She some how jerked her head around freeing it from my grasp. Her hair all came down, falling across her shoulders and down her back. "Goddammit Master! That's not it!" Her face was filled with honest to God, no bullshit anger. "There is nothing wrong with my self esteem!" She shouted at me. "Master, I simply got scared for a moment. I honestly think my coming orgasm may have been actually too intense! Well, not too intense but, it was not any other she's ever had. Dawn was having trouble breathing and panicked. Please forgive Dawn Master?" Her face changed again as if she saw something that frightened her. 

"Oh God Master. Dawn lost her temper...Shouted at you Master!" She started crying again. Master?.....Your slave should be punished for what she did. Punished severely. Dawn has done what she pledged to herself she would never do. She became angry with you. Part of what upset Dawn before is not that she failed you Master, although she did." As she spoke to me I released her wrists and ankles from the spreaders. She went to her knees and I knelt by her, taking her into my arms. "Your slave was more upset with the thought that she failed herself in her slavery. It felt as though her trust in you failed....Does that make sense Master? Does it? Does Master know that his slave truly loves him?" 

"Yes sweet slave, he is aware. And he loves her too. 

Her eyes went wide and I froze. Two things about my comment did surprise me. First that it was totally, 100% true. Second, I am sure it was the first time I ever actually told her that. I suppose that I'd been in love with her since nearly the beginning but, I'm a man and we men do not always say the things we should say when we should say them. "Yes Dawn, I do love you. I'm sure I've loved you for some time now but, just now became fully aware of it."




Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 02



She was looking into my eyes, gently holding my face in her hands. "Now Master...Now everything in Dawn's life is perfect. Dawn already knew that you cared a great deal for her and believed that you might love her but now that she knows that you do love her..." Tears began anew. She kissed me with such tender passion that it mildly surprised me.

She broke the kiss, looked deeply into my eyes. "Master, your faithful loving slave would beg a favor of you."

"Ask it" I said

"Your slave begs her Master if she may speak to him in first person for just a few minutes. What she wishes to say would be easier"

I nodded my consent.

"Master, Dawn...I have been a submissive and a slave for a large part of my adult life. Almost twenty years." Her eyes never left mine and her hands still held my face. I sensed that what she wanted to say was of the utmost importance to her.

"No man has ever commanded or dominated my heart as you have. Yours as I told you, is the fifth collar I've worn. But...You are the only real Master I've had. The others perhaps excepting the first, Gregory, were Dominates. Gregory mainly saw all of this as little more than an interesting way to have sex. I think he tried to be a Dom but, he just wasn't one The others were Doms but, none of them could truly master me. None of them could fill me with a desire or need to be pleasing. No person, man or woman has seen into my slave heart the way I feel you do. No one has ever brought me to the point that I would do anything, even beyond reason to make them.....you happy. "

"Master, no one, not even you Master, please forgive me, can know what it means for a true slave girl such as I am, to find that one person to make them feel cherished, loved and really truly owned. Master, you've been in our lifestyle even longer than I have. You know how few real slaves there really are. There are many, many submissives in the world. Most of them are subs only in the bedroom. They play at it. They are subbies, not what I think of as real submissives. There are some that are real and true submissives. The have their own Doms...most of them. And fewer yet are the 24/7 submissives. Each one of those few are potential slaves. Master, I know the difference between Doms and Masters. And Master, there is a real difference. There are simply not enough true Masters out there for the few real slaves in the world. We are rare Master but, real Masters are even fewer. You have seen into my heart. You know what I am."

I nodded but said nothing.

"I am a slave Master...your slave. I cannot find the words to tell you how proud I am of that. Yes Master...Proud! If you'll forgive the cliché, I would shout it from the roof-tops! My heart sings to me about my slavery Master. I wish I could share this feeling with others. There is no way I can ever fully explain the depth of my love for you, my sweet Master. I feel like I am the only fully complete woman on Earth. That is what being your little slave girl means to me. What an odd world we live on Master. I fail to understand Master why the muggles look down at us. Is it because they are jealous Master?"

"I'm afraid I do not have an answer for that one Dawn."

"Oh well Master. Actually, I think they are fewer than even they themselves think. I even know some that think themselves to be muggles but, are not. Take Mindy for example." She stared at me. A question hung there but remained unasked. I ignored it.

"She doesn't know it but, she is a submissive."

"Who?"

"Mindy, Master. She asks me about D/s all the time. It gets her hot although I don't think she's even aware of it. Did you see her today? She likes to touch my collar. I'd bet she'd love to have one of her own."

"Enough about others for now Dawn." I said to get her off the subject.

She was silent for a brief time. Then she spoke again. "Master, please excuse my language...Your horny little slut begs you to fuck her. Not just make love. Dawn begs to be fucked like the true slave that she is." As she spoke, she had quickly managed to unbuttoned my shirt and was sliding it off my shoulders. As she began to unbuckle my belt she whispered to me. "Master? Leave the clamps...they make Dawn feel more like a slave than she ever has before. It's funny Master...They hurt terribly and yet they excite your hot little slut beyond description."

In no time, Dawn had me as naked as she was, collar and clamps excepted. She grasped my cock in her tiny hands a started sucking as though her life depended on it. After a moment she slowed, her mouth making slow, delicious trips up and down my cock. After another moment, she lay back, legs spread wide. "Now Master...Please fuck your slut!"

I mounted her and began taking her savagely. Pounding my hard rod into her as hard and as fast I was able. She wrapped her legs around my hips and matched my rhythm and using her legs to drive my cock into her even harder yet. She murmured to me. "Fuck your little whore Master, fuck your slut." And then she came, fairly screamed her little lungs out.

"Are you my little fuck slut?" I asked her.

"Oh yes, yes Master!"

I withdrew from her, rolled her over and pulled her onto her hands and knees. I jammed my cock back into her sweet pussy. I told her. "Whenever you feel like you are going to cum, I want you to reach down and pull the chain to your clit clamp as hard as you dare."

A moment later, "Master! Dawn is cumming." She reached, grabbed the chain just a couple of inches from the clamp and jerked it viciously. I grasped her hips rammed into as hard as I could

"Maasteeer! D...Dawn is Cummming!!" She screamed. 

I almost immediately shot my own load into her.

As we lay there catching our breath, I reached down and tenderly removed the clamps. In the process, she came yet again. I kissed and hugged her. "Come my little one. We ought to shower and try to get some rest." 

She lovingly took my cock in her hand. "Yes, my sweet slave taming Mater. Whatever you command."

Later that evening as I lay in bed, Dawn snuggled close by my side. She spoke to me. "Well Master, what did you think?"

"Well my little one, you were quite enthusiastic as you usually are." I whispered.

"No Master. I mean about Mindy?" She asked

"Seems like a nice enough girl. Very cute but, I've always thought Asian women are lovely."

"Did you like her Master?"

"I don't really know her Dawn. What kind of question is that?"

She's not a happy woman. Her husband mostly ignores her. Master, he hasn't slept with her in more than two years!" 

"Poor girl." I muttered "Do you know why?"

"No Master. But I know she needs some kind of relief, if you know what I mean, my dear sweet Master."

I bolted up-right in bed. "What?" I pointed to the foot of the bed and snarled "Position!"

Dawn quickly moved to the foot of our bed. She knelt with her legs spread far apart, exposing herself completely. Her upper body was perfectly up-right, her shoulders back and her breasts thrust out proudly. She held her head high, eyes locked on mine own. Her hands rested on her thighs, palms up.

"Now Dawn. What the hell did you mean by that? Surely you weren't suggesting that I have sex with a married woman, were you?" I was very angry with my girl.

"But Master, she's a woman. She has needs like any other woman. I like her Master. Really like her. I only want to help her."

I took a breath, calmed myself and thought a moment before continuing. I was still angry but, I also realized she meant no offense and truly wanted to help her friend.

"Dawn," I said calmly "There are certain lines I will not cross. And that is one of them. I will never ever sleep or 'play' with another man's woman."

That is not entirely true. There few, very few exceptions. Mostly with others in the D/s lifestyle and always with the Dom's/Masters' permission. It is rare enough that I really need not think much about it.

"Forgive your slave Master. I should have thought this out better." 

"Yes Dawn, you should have."

"I meant no offense Master. She told me that she thought you are very handsome and that she was attracted to you. I know she would never act on her feelings. She believes in her marriage vows. Perhaps Master, she just wishes her husband was more like you. Dawn has told her everything about us and the lifestyle. Everything...even a lot about what we do in our playroom. I think she'd like it. I think she would be interested in our lifestyle. It's just I find her very beautiful and sexy. I'll bet she could be a very fine slave girl."

"It matters not Dawn...She's a married woman"

"And I'm sure she likes me Master. I mean really, really likes me. She's very touchy feely with me...always holding my hand, hugging me and...and......"

"And what girl?"

"I think I like the way she is with me Master. Remember on our first night Master that I told you that I have been with other women before. And I also told you that I need a man more than anything. Master, I...."

"Go on Dawn" I said

"Master...You know that I love you. You know that I've been happier with you than ever have been with in my life. You know that I would never ever do anything to bring dishonor upon you. And I told you that I enjoyed the experiences I have had with women."

"No more dawdling Dawn....Tell me what's on your mind."

She hesitated and spoke softly, timidly "Master...Since I met Mindy, I find that I some times miss the touch of another woman. And I know she has been with other women. I'm not sure how I know that but, I do."

"Dawn, first of all, I think you may be wrong about that. Little One, her culture is not like ours. I've been to the Philippines. They are a very touchy, feely people. They are more emotionally demonstrative with their friendships than we are. Even the men. The is almost no homophobia there. In addition, I thought you were happy not having to share me with another. Every other time you were collared, there were always other girls...chain sisters. I thought you were happy being my only girl"

Dawn smiled a knowing smile. "Master, I now truly believe I could share you with another girl and love doing it. That is how strong my love for is. I always had to share before but, not with you. With you, it's different. I believe I would love sharing."

"Master, About Mindy...please trust me that I know what I know. It's not just a feeling. It's also little things she says to me. Nothing directly but, a lot of innuendo."

"Are you asking what I think you are asking?"

"This girl knows your feelings on this Master. Mindy's all but told me that her husband is okay with that...actually encouraging it."

I shook my head. "I don't know Dawn. I do not think this is a good idea."

"Please, my most wonderful kind Master!"

I chuckled. This was one of the only instances where she still used first person pronouns with me. Complimenting me or when she was trying to 'butter me up' for something she wanted. I had forbade her to do this but, I must confess that I found it to be rather charming and had been allowing it in these few cases only. Like most red-blooded American men, the thought of two lovely women together is very enticing and I am among the majority on this. I was very firm in my stance about not sleeping with married women. I do however, have a voyeuristic side that needs occasional assuaging. 

"I will compromise on this, under one condition."

"Yes my generous, loving Master?" Smiling as she said it.

"You must ask my permission here together...both of you!" I said sternly. "She may ask...You must beg!" 

"Oh, thank you Master!" She threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, raining dozens of soft kisses all over my face.

A moment later her small hand sought out and found my rock hard erection. She giggled softly. "It would seem that the thought of your little slut having wonderful sex with Minda has awoken the 'little master?"

Chuckling, I told my little Dawn. "Guilty as charged. The thought of it does excite me little one but, that doesn't mean I plan to join in. I do not play with married women and that's that!"

"Oh Master? Earlier this evening? When I used the safe word?"

"What about it?" I was not nearly concerned about her use of a safe word as she was. 

"Dawn was frightened Master. She was frightened...well because she was worried about becoming a full fledged pain slut. Master, the clamps and the flogger all hurt badly but, at the same time your girl was so aroused she felt as though she might burst."

"But afterward...when you begged to be fucked...I fucked you and it was mostly vanilla excepting the clamps and you came...what? Half a dozen times?

"Dawn knows Master but, still...There are times Master when it seems that the pain is the best part of it...not always but, sometimes. I cannot understand, dear Master, how something can hurt so terribly bad and feel so deliciously good at the same time."

"I am careful not to inflict serious pain of any kind my little one. I have taken great care to never bruise you or leave welts or any marks on you"

"Dawn knows this Master" She moved closer to and positioned her body over mine lowering herself until the head of my shaft pressed against her wet opening. "Please my manly, slave owning Master...Let your aroused little slave slut make love to you." She changed the subject again. "Thinking of making love with Mindy has this little slut soooo turned on.

I simply nodded not saying anything. I was very unsure of this situation. There was no way I could involve myself with Minda. My rule about married woman was 'carved in stone' as far as I was concerned. I was fairly sure that I should forbid Dawn from starting anything with Minda as well. Dawn had assured me that Minda's husband would not mind and Dawn has never lied to me. I would have to think on this more and make a final decision in a day or two.

She slid down onto my cock taking it all in one long slow movement. She began moving her hips in a circular motion. She kissed my lips gently yet with a great deal of passion. "Dawn is so very happy Master."

"I am pleased, my little one...and I love you."

Dawn smiled brightly and kissed me again. "Dawn loves her Master more than ever." 

We made love for the better part of the next hour. There are times when plain vanilla sex can be just as satisfying as any. When we were done, dawn snuggled next to me. She whispered to herself as she fell asleep. "Master loves Dawn, Master loves Dawn, Master loves.....

Over the next few weeks We were seeing a lot more of Minda. She and Dawn were becoming quite close. Minda was at our home two or three times a week. Her visits were also lasting longer. There would be days that she did not leave until after dark. I do not mention this to complain. To be honest, I enjoyed the times she spent with Dawn and me. She was always very friendly and respectful toward me. I could see after a few visits that Dawn was right about her. Minda had a very definite submissive nature. 

And...she was picking up very cute little habits from Dawn. One Wednesday afternoon three weeks after I'd met her, she came into my den and stood before me shyly. She was wearing a tiny snow white bikini that left very little to the imagination. Dawn was by the pool, working on her tan. 

"Sir" She said. "Minda would ask a favor of you Sir."

I looked at her, arching an eyebrow. "Minda would ask a favor of me? Why do you ask me like that? You do not live the D/s lifestyle. You are not a submissive, though you act a bit like one."

"Maybe I am Sir."

"What do you mean"

"I mean that I'm certain that I am a submissive at some level. I'm not sure how much. Not only that but, I've learned that I really like talking like this."

"All right." I said. "What favor do you want to ask of me?"

"Well Sir...You know how you always try to get me to address you by your first name? And that I always refuse?"

"Yes?"

"Your slave girl and I were talking a she suggested that perhaps I could address you as Master Gabe. I could remain respectful and honor your wishes as well. You know my culture and my need to be respectful and it also has to do partly with my new found submissiveness."

A woman I had known a couple years before came to mind. "I will offer a compromise Minda. How about you call me Mister Gabe?"

She smiled happily. "Agreed!"

Then she skipped the few remaining feet to me, placed her hands on my shoulders and gave me a light kiss on my lips. As she turned to leave I said to her.

"Minda....You know I like you. Dawn just adores you. Please do not do that again. You are, after all a married woman. And kissing me however innocent it may be...especially dressed as you are might be considered inappropriate."

Minda pause for the briefest of moments. "Yes Mr. Gabe. You are right, of course Sir. Minda is sorry. It won't happen again, Sir." She then softly muttered under her breath, spun around and left with a big grin on her face.

A short time later, I changed into my swim trunks and went out to the pool. There were the girls lying out sunning themselves. Dawn was nude, thanks to the high privacy fence around my back yard. Minda was very nearly so, which did surprise me a lot. The Philippines is the only Christian nation in Asia being predominately Catholic as they were ruled by Spain for nearly three hundred years and by the U. S. for another fifty. Most people there are very modest about their bodies. Not so Minda. She lay the topless and had even untied her bottoms and tucked the string ties out of sight. The only thing really covered was her pubic mound and not really all of that.

The girls were talking quietly between themselves. I settled in near them, unconsciously keeping Dawn between Me and Minda. 

The girls began giggling a lot and their voices were rising.

"I don't believe you'd do it, Dawn." Minda laughed gaily 

"Oh, you don't, do you?" Dawn giggled.

"You wouldn't dare!"

With that, Dawn reached out. She snatched Minda's bikini bottom, jerked it away from her, leaving Minda fully naked. Dawn jumped to her feet also grabbing her friends bikini top, ran the few short steps to the pool and leapt in laughing the whole time.

Minda appeared to be stunned by Dawn's action, lying there not moving for a second or two, as if she couldn't believed what happened. She turned her body slightly toward me. Then she leapt to her feet, made a weak attempt to cover herself with her hands and dove into the pool with Dawn. I was sure that Minda actually wanted me to see her nude body.

A lovely body it was too. She was plainly thinner then Dawn. One could almost but not quite see her ribs. Her breasts were very well formed and while small, were more than the average Asian woman had. Her mound was clearly visible. She was not shaved but, like many Asians the hair was sparse and very fine. Her cute little backside was very small but was shaped perfectly. I had to consciously remind myself that she was married. I turned my head and tried to forget what I saw.

Now Dawn and Minda were splashing and wrestling in the water. A short time later I observed Minda's bikini flying though the air landing next to her towel on the deck. I looked. They were in shoulder deep water facing each other holding on to one another's arms. Nothing sexual but very friendly. I then saw Dawn's hand slip blatantly between Minda's legs.

"Ouch!" Minda yelped in mock anger. Don't pull my hair down there. They then broke into laughter. Dawn whispered in Minda's ear. Minda paused, then nodded. "Okay, why not." She said.

They moved to the shallow end of the pool. They gracefully walked up the steps out of the pool, side by side, hand in hand. I could not help but stare at them. Two exceedingly fine nude women walking by me. I felt a stirring in my groin and mentally berated myself.




Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 02



"You relax, my kind loving Master. We'll be back in just a moment."

I closed my eyes relaxing and enjoying the sun's heat on I body. I, like Dawn like to sun bathe nude at times. I argued with myself briefly and decided to hell with it. Minda was nude and if my nudity bothered her...she knew where the front door is. I stood long enough to lose my trunks and lay back down. I think perhaps that I must have dozed a bit because I woke hearing Dawn talking to Minda. 

I turned my head slightly and opened my eyes. Dawn was leading her friend back out to the pool walking backwards and purposely keeping herself between Minda and me. Dawn noticed my condition and said to Minda. "Look Sis, Dawn's Master is naked now too." 

Minda fairly gawked at me as though she's never seen a naked man before. When they were within a couple of feet of me, Dawn moved behind Minda tenderly hugging her from behind.

"Well...what do you think Master?" 

It took less than a half of a second to notice that Minda was now shaved. Her vaginal area was exquisite. Her hooded clit was a bit bigger than Dawn's Dawn began running her hands over Minda's body suggestively. Minda on her part did not object. In fact, she appeared to be more than a little aroused. My body, naturally betrayed me as my cock was swiftly getting hard. Minda saw what was happening and stared as it got bigger. I grabbed my swim trucks from the deck and covered my thickening shaft. 

Dawn saw and giggled. She slipped her arms from around Minda, sat next to me on the lounge chair.

"Dawn wants to show you something Master." She said and then to Minda. "Are you ready Mindy?" Minda nodded, her eyes still locked on my lap.

"Watch this, Master!" Dawn said...cleared her throat and looked directly at her friend. "Mindy, display!"

Minda then snapped into the display position. She stood with her feet shoulder's width apart. Her small body erect, shoulders back, her small breasts pointed out proudly. She brought her hands behind her head, fingers interlaced. Her head was held high. Minda looked to be really proud to show herself to me. Her eyes never left the trucks that now hid my raging hard erection.

"Now, Mindy knows that a display is done properly with head turned to the right and eyes to the ground just before her but, Dawn knows you prefer eye contact, so she taught Mindy to do it this way.

"Eye contact? You call this eye contact?" I said pretending to sound annoyed. "Minda, my eyes are in my head...not in my crotch!" I said gruffly.

"Yes Mas.....Sorry. "Yes Mr. Gabe. Minda is sorry." She said. There was something in voice that concerned me but, I couldn't put my finger on it.

Dawn spoke up. "Ooooooo Master, see how sexy and beautiful she is? Master? Could this slave maybe one day beg a little chain sister like this one?" She said in a soft hopeful voice.

I prefer to think that Dawn was perhaps trying to tease Minda in some silly way. I then began to really look at Minda. She was a stunning beauty. Her eyes are darker than my own...black. Her epicanthic folds of her eyes were very discernable, though not like those of the Japanese. The girls neck appeared to be just a bit longer than normal but was very attractive on her. I estimated that her breasts may have been about a 34A...maybe a B cup. Her nipples were virtually identical in size to Dawn's. There was no doubt in my mind that she was as lovely an Asian girl as I have ever seen.

I had become so entranced looking at Minda that failed to notice until it was too late to do anything about the fact that Dawn had plucked the trunks from my lap and tossed them aside. Before I could react, she grasped my rock hard cock and took it into her mouth, sucking furiously. She'd take me in fully, then back off until only the head remained in her mouth and back down again. After a couple minutes of this Dawn sat up lovingly stroking my cock and spoke to Minda. "See Sis, how lovely Master's cock is?"

She said nothing but nodded as though she were in a trance. She'd dropped out of her display position and was caressing her body. The look of longing in her eyes worried me. Dawn whispered to me. "Master...her watching us like this has me very excited. Master, you said you couldn't play with her...couldn't she just watch us. I'm soooo hot I could almost cum just rubbing your cock while she watches."

I looked at Minda and asked. "Are you okay girl?"

Again, she said nothing but nodded yet again excitedly. She was very plainly aroused.

Dawn moved over me, lowered herself until the head of my cock was just starting to spread the lips. Then literally dropping herself the rest of the way, impaling herself. "Oh...oh...oh, Master!" she hissed at me. "Master, look!...she's watching Dawn fuck her Master." Dawn rocked her hips so quickly I thought she might injure one of us. "Master...her watching makes me want to....Oh God MASTER!! I'm cumming already!!!" she screeched.

I could feel her juices draining out all over me. Minda was mesmerized. Watching and staring as Dawn's cum flowed out of her. 

She cupped her left breast in her hand tugging sharply on the nipple. With her right hand, she hooked two fingers inside her own dripping pussy and rubbed those fingers rapidly on her clit, her breathing was nothing more than rasping gasps.

She quickly had an orgasm of her own. Not the gushing episodes than Dawn has but, I could clearly her nectar running down her legs. Then she froze. Minda remained completely still for nearly 30 seconds.

Naturally, Dawn did not stop...She rode my cock with greater enthusiasm and came again in less time that it took her to have the first orgasm. 

Minda then shook her head as if the clear it. She looked around and then down at herself. Without warning, she fell to her knees covered her face with her hands and started to cry.

Dawn jumped up and went to Minda. Gently, she got Minda to her feet, brought her to where I was and helped her to sit.

Minda was still crying hard. She looked at Dawn, then me and began to apologize profusely. "Please excuse me Dawn...I'm sorry. I do not know what came over me." She looked at me. I'm sorry Master...I...I mean I'm sorry Mr. Gabe."

"First," I told Minda. "I'm not your Master. Second, What in the hell are you sorry for. If anything, Dawn and I should be apologizing to you.

"No Sir" Minda said. "As silly as it may sound, I'm apologizing for something I almost did...Wanted to do......"

Curiosity got the better of me. What, Minda?" I foolishly asked without thinking.

She looked me square in the eye and boldly said. "I want you...this.." She reached and actually took hold of my still hard cock in her hand. " ... inside me. But, I can't have it like I want it." She released me. "I won't do anything to dishonor you.....or my husband." She was still crying but trying to regain her composure.

"And grabbing another man like you did doesn't do that? I asked, more annoyed than angry.

"Oh!" Minda said, surprised apparently, at her own actions. "I am sorry Sir...I didn't think." "Mr. Gabe...you cannot imagine what it's like for a married woman like me who's husband will not sleep with her. Mr. Gabe, I've not had sex with a man in more than two years. Not even a hug or kiss in nearly eighteen months! I am a real woman with needs that every woman has. I know that my husband doesn't love me...Looking back I think maybe he never has loved me. He treats me like I'm not his wife, but his employee."

I muttered under my breath. "No woman should have to live like that."

Dawn spoke. "I told you she is not a happy woman Master."

I looked at Minda and asked. "Is he abusive?"

"No Mr. Gabe, he isn't. And I'm ashamed to say that I think I would rather he be abusive than ignoring me the way he does."

Minda sighed deeply. "It gets worse Mr. Gabe...I recently realized that I no longer love him!" She had the look of a woman who had lost her way in life.

Dawn was so sad for her friend that was near to tears herself. "Mindy, we....I want to help somehow. 

"We'll do whatever we can." I interjected.

"Please, Sis..." Dawn said. "Tell us what we can do."

"There's nothing anyone can do right now." Minda said "I just wish...I...Damn! I wish I could live with you two. I've become so very fond of both of you. I cannot though. I'm married."

That could be nice Minda but, I cannot permit that." I told her. "You do realize how inappropriate that would be, don't you."

"Yes Mr. Gabe. Minda knows." Minda said, starting smile a little. "Odd, isn't it Mr. Gabe that I...Minda likes to talk like Dawn...using third person." 

"As long as you remember that I am not your Master."

"If only....." Minda said wistfully staring into the distance.

"Hmmm. I think it would be better if you and I put our suits back on...I'm not real comfortable having this conversation with you naked." 

Minda looked at me seriously. "Mr. Gabe, I have to be totally honest. I feel I should tell you that although I will never act on it...I'm very attracted to you...both. I envy the relationship you and Dawn have. And while I love being naked with both of you, I will respect your wishes."

Hearing this from Minda, Dawn beamed. She whispered to me. "See, I told you." She winked at me and then at Minda.

I pulled my trunks on, my erection finally going away. Minda tied her bottoms back in place...hesitated and asked. "Could I at least remain topless Mr. Gabe...Please?"

I sighed. "I suppose it won't hurt, though I'm still not comfortable with it." Looking at my watch I asked. "Minda, were you planning on staying for supper?"

She smiled. "I would really like that Sir."

A while later we were all in the dinning room having beef enchiladas with red beans and rice. I had a chilled mug filled with beer and the girls elected to have wine. As usual, Dawn proved to be an excellent cook. 

Dawn had donned an A-shirt(wife beater) that was just long enough not be arrested in public and thankfully Minda had put on a loose T-shirt. 

We were having a pleasant casual conversation. Talk of D/s, sex and other such things, including what happened earlier by the pool did not come up. I asked Minda. "By the way, Minda. I've learned a bit about your husband and yet, don't know what his name is."

"He's Irish-German Mr. Gabe. His name is Günter. He's named after his mother's father. He was raised in Berlin after his parents died in a plane crash very long ago. His grandparents changed his name. He is, how do I say this, very German, Mr. Gabe."

The conversation continued on. I learned a lot more about Minda...and Günter. She met him a little over four years before working as a domestic in Germany. It is common for Filipinas to work abroad as the economy in the Philippines is not what it could be and that jobs are not very plentiful there. They had what some would call a whirlwind romance. Minda told that while Günter was kind and generous, he was never truly romantic but, she had fallen in love with him anyway. 

Günter had became a corporate lawyer for a German investment company and transferred to the U. S. They were married less than two and a half years ago so that their 'problems' began less than six month into the marriage.

The poor girl seemed terribly sad to me. She smiled then trying to cheer herself up. "And then, not too long ago, I met Dawn." She reached over, patted Dawn hand. "It was like I met a kindred spirit. I'm Filipina and she's American but, it's like we are sisters. I've learned to love her." She leaned over and kissed Dawn squarely on the lips. Not an intimate kiss but more than people who friends would share.

Then she stood..."I think I should go home before I drink too much more wine and make a fool of myself." She walked around the table bent and kissed my lips. It was like the kiss she gave Dawn, more than friends should share but, too much. I know that bothers you but, I just had to just this one time." 

Dawn and I walked with her to the door and Dawn went out to her car with her. I smiled and saw Minda turn and face Dawn. Minda kissed her again. There was no mistaking this kiss. They held one another and the kiss lasted a while. They talked for a short time, then Minda hopped in her car and was gone.

Dawn returned to the front door seeming to be lost in deep thought. "You shouldn't be thinking so hard my little one." I teased, taking her into my arms. "I think I can see smoke coming from your ears." 

She startled as though she'd been daydreaming and snapped back to reality. "Oh Master...I've never been kissed like that by a woman. Her kisses are not near as good as yours are but, Master? I want more of hers." 

This was another of Dawn's traits I adored. Total honesty. She always told me exactly what was on her mind...no matter what it was. This kind of honesty led me to trust her completely, without reservation.

Little did I know.

Dawn looked up at me. "Master, we have to talk. There's something I have to tell you." She said looking very nervous.

Minutes later in our bedroom, I sat on the padded bench at the foot of the bed. Dawn knelt before me still in the A-shirt.

She began. "Master...Dawn has violated your trust."

That caught my attention!

"Today Master. That whole incident by the pool was a set up. Minda and Dawn were conspiring I guess.

"What do you mean Dawn?" I said clearly getting angry.

"Master...Dawn is so very sorry." Tears were running down her cheeks. "We...Well mostly me were trying to trick you into changing your stance on married women. I suppose I could say that I was trying to trick you into seducing Minda. She respects you Master...She admires you...She is very attracted to you. She even told you that. Master, she hasn't been with a man in more than two years. She wants to respect her vows but after all that time I can only guess her will power finally collapsed. She truly wanted you Master....And I.....I wanted her to have you too."

I said nothing. I just sat glaring at her. I was so mad that I simply did not trust myself to speak yet. I nodded for her to continue.

"In my own little slave girl way, I come to love Mindy. My plan Master, was for one day for you to collar Mindy and make her my chain sister and the three of us could live happily ever after as the fairy tales used to say."

I got my anger under control. "And of course Günter would go right along with that...divorcing Minda and giving her to me? And naturally I'd go right along too, thinking with the little head instead of the big one?" I said sarcastically.

I was calming down...a little. "Is she beautiful?...Sexy? Yes, she is. Did she arouse me...excite me sexually? Yes, she did. Would I like to make love to her? I'd be lying if I said no. But Dawn, I cannot bring myself to do that. Can't you see. I would be violating somebody else's trust, her husband's and I do not even know him! It's simply wrong."

"Dawn is sorry Master. She begs forgiveness. Your slave should only have thought of your wishes, not her own."

"Punishment must be very, very severe this time Dawn."

"Is Dawn to be beaten, Master?"

"Oh! There is no way your getting off that easily. Besides, beatings excite you, do they not? Do you not orgasm sometimes during beatings? No Dawn, this calls for something really serious.

"No Master! Not that!" she begged.

"You will sleep in your own room until further notice." I said sternly I In my home, Dawn has her own bedroom. This is mostly for her to keep many of her possessions as our bedroom simply lacked the space required. Mostly the bed in there was used only for serious rule infractions. I had found the best way to really punish her was to not let her sleep with me or deny sex to her. For her, it was almost worse than cutting off her air supply. Her bed had been used by her only twice since she became mine and each time for only one night.

"Also, you may not be nude in my presence until further notice...and no sex until further notice."

Dawn looked positively horrified. "Master!" She wept. "Would you kill your slave?...Would you murder Dawn? If you do this, you might well. Dawn cannot live without her Master's love."

"Dammit Dawn. I love you! But, you schemed and plotted against my wishes.

Having been relieved of her fear of losing my love and realizing the depth of my anger she nodded and said only. "Yes Master." She slowly got up and left to go to her own room.

I settled into bed alone and not liking it. I tried reading. A book written by a conservative radio talk-show host. But I couldn't get into it. Then I tried sleeping and that didn't work either

I looked at my clock for what must have been the twentieth time. It was only ten-thirty. I already missed my Dawn but, had to remain firm, no matter how unpleasant it was going to be.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, accompanied by a hard rapid pounding. I got up, pulled on an old worn set of pajama bottoms and headed to the stairs. Dawn was at her door. "Stay here! Close your door" I yelled. And continued down the stairs. The ringing of the bell and the pounding went on as I got to the door. I looked out the small window mounted high on the door. At first I saw nothing...Then I caught a small person with dark hair leaning against the door, still pounding and punching the doorbell button.

I jerked the door open and Minda fell into my arms. She threw her arms about me and hung on like her very life depended on it.

"Please help me...Protect me." she whimpered. Then she lapsed into Tagalog speaking so rapidly I was unable to understand her.

"Minda! Are you all right?...What's wrong...What happened to you?"

Her car was in the drive...kind of. It was half in the grass and the drivers door was still open.

I took a good look at Minda. She was wearing what she on when she left our house not more than three hours before. The lose T-shirt was in tatters, leaving her exposed. There were numerous bruises covering her. She also had two huge black ugly bruises on her nipples, One side of her face had been obviously been beaten. There was dried blood on her left cheek and chin indicating that she'd bled from her mouth. The bikini bottoms were gone as were her sandals. 

I yelled loudly. "Dawn! Dawn, call 911! I think Minda's been raped"

"Minda clutched me closely "No! No! No rape...No rape...Just beaten. Please...no police...not yet!" she pleaded with me.

I gently picked her and carried her up the stairs. Dawn met us at the top of the stairs. I carried Minda to Dawn's room and set her on the bed. I carefully removed what was left of the T-shirt and began to re-examine her, looking for any other injuries. The was some dirt and grass stains covering most of her. 

"Dawn, go run a hot bath for Minda so we can get her cleaned up a bit." I picked up her A-shirt and threw it at her. "Put this on. You're still being punished." I then got Minda's keys from her. "And then go park Minda's car for her."

I held Minda's shoulders lightly and said "Stay right here dear, I'll be right back."

As I started to stand, Minda threw her arms around my neck and begged me. "No...no! Please don't leave me...Please." She hugged my neck even tighter burying her face into the side of my neck. "Please Mr. Gabe...I'm afraid...Hold me please!"

I returned her embrace, trying my best to comfort her. I said. "Minda, I just to get a damp washcloth to wipe the blood off your face," 

"I'll go with you to get it Sir. I do not want to be alone at all. I want you by my side Mr. Gabe. I trust you right now...no one else."

Dawn came back into the room with a slight smile. I knew she was trying to put Minda more at ease. "She's right Master. Keep her close until the shock of whatever happened to her starts to wear off. It's a sure thing that whatever happened was not a rape, Master."

"And how would you know that Dawn?" 




Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 02



"Master, women who been raped generally shy away from men. The way she's latched onto you, I'd guess she was beaten up by some one she doesn't know."

I could feel Minda nodding against my neck . She started muttering to herself in Tagalog. I missed most of but, did pick up on two words she said that caused my eyebrows to shoot up.

Dawn noticed this and asked. "What did she say, Master?"

"I missed most of it my little one and I made out only two words. Asawa, which means spouse or actually husband in her case...and bakla which is a Tagalog word for some one who is gay or a homosexual." I shrugged. "I have no idea what happened but, if we give her enough time she will be able to tell us.

I got Minda to her feet to take her into the bathroom but her legs didn't seem to want to work properly. So, I just her up and carried her. We got there and the bath was nearly ready. I sat on the edge of the tug and slowly eased Minda into the hot water. As soon as she was in the tub, she smiled her first real smile since arriving this time. She released my neck but maintained a death grip on my arm with her left hand.

Dawn picked up a washcloth and began to attempt to wipe away some of the dirt and grass stains. 

Minda shook her head at Dawn and pointed to me. "I want him to wash me." So, I took over cleaning her as best I could. When it came time to wash between her legs, I actually became a little embarrassed. I'm not used to touching a woman that I am not intimate with in such a way. She reacted only a little...pressing her hips seductively against my hand but, only a little. It largely escaped my notice...barely.

Minda smiled again showing no outward sign that she or I might doing anything wrong. She spoke softly. "You have a nice touch Mr. Gabe. I some how am starting to feel very safe."

She was still holding on to my arm. She brought it closer to her and kissed my hand tenderly. "In a way, you're my hero. You're helping me though the worst night of my life."

Dawn piped up. "Isn't Mindy just adorable, Master?"

"Yes. I have to admit she's cute as hell" I chuckled. Maybe some humor might change the direction this was going. I turned to Dawn. "We need to get her something to wear."

"Aw...Can't I just go naked again Mr. Gabe?" Minda asked smiling.

"Minda, I think we're getting into inappropriate territory again." I admonished her.

She looked at contritely "Yes, Mr. Gabe. Minda is sorry."

Dawn interjected. "I don't think my panties will fit her Master. Her hips are smaller them mine. Perhaps shorts and a T-shirt? But, even my shorts would be loose on her."

"In our room Dawn...bottom left hand drawer. One of my old Harley shirts."

Dawn jumped up to do my bidding. I asked Minda to release my arm and sit up in the tub. She reluctant let me go and sat up pulling her knees to her chest and putting her arms around her legs. I pulled down the spray nozzle down and began to wet Minda's hair down. 

"What are you doing?" she asked

"I'm going to shampoo your hair, why"

She stared at me, surprised. "You're going to shampoo my hair? Why?"

"I dunno. It's something I always do for Dawn...I just enjoy doing it." I told her not thinking much about it. I had always figured that washing my slave's hair was part of proper care and maintenance of one's property.

Dawn reappeared with an old T-shirt of mine that had been black once upon a time but had faded to a dull grey. It had the Harley-Davidson bar and shield logo on the front and an advertisement from a south-west Texas dealership on the back.

Minda sat with her eyes closed smiling hugely. "I think I could easily get used to this Mr. Gabe."

"I'm sure you could." I said noncommittally.

"Your Master always shampoos your hair, Dawn?"

"Oh yes and Dawn loves it."

"You are soooo lucky Dawn, Sis." Minda winked at her.

I finished with Minda's hair, Helped her out of the tub and began to towel her dry. I was used to doing this with Dawn, I hadn't realized I was drying another man's wife's nude body. While drying her I noticed another large boot-print shaped bruise on her left butt cheek. I was very careful around her many bruises. Whenever I'd touch one I would hear Minda's sharp intake of breath and she would lean into me. She tried to reassure me. "It's okay Mr. Gabe. They don't quite hurt so much now."

I then helped Minda into the old T-shirt. It was very loose and hung half way to her knees. "Hmmm." I said "That old shirt shrunk a lot over the years. There was a time that it would've down past your knees." I got her hair out of the shirt and led the girls into the master bedroom. 

I sat on the bench at the end of my bed, pulled a small stool from underneath it and indicated to Minda to sit on it. She looked at me with curiosity as she sat. Dawn brought me a hairbrush without being asked. This was routine with Dawn and me. Then, I began to bush out Minda's hair.

"This just keeps getting better and better." Minda commented. "I get a hair brushing too Mr. Gabe? How do I rate all this special treatment.?"

I laughed lightly. "It's just a part of every master's job. You know, It's called proper care and maintenance of master's slave girl." I said without thinking.

Minda turned and looked me in the eye grinning mischievously. "Yes Master!"

"Oh shit!" I blurted out. "Sorry Minda. I didn't mean to imply that were a slave girl." 

"Bet she wishes she was, Master." Dawn said.

"Be silent slave!" I snapped viciously at Dawn. "That was grossly inappropriate!"

Dawn fell to her knees before me. "Dawn is sorry Master. You know that she sometimes speaks without thinking. I'm not trying to excuse what I said, Master but it is true. Dawn apologizes to you Minda. She was wrong to say that."

Minda took Dawn's hand in hers. "It's okay Dawn. I was not offended."

After I finished brushing Minda's hair, I decided it was time to call it a night. I told Minda she could sleep in Dawn's room with her.

Minda jumped into my arms again. "No Mr. Gabe. I need you near tonight...Please, can't I sleep with you and Dawn?"

"Dawn is being punished for a serious rule infraction. I'm afraid that won't be possible. I have no intention of sleeping alone with another man's wife." I told her.

"Please, Mr. Gabe. Just this one night. I want to be close to you...I need to be close to you...Both of you! Can't you postpone her punishment for just one night?" She was actually begging me. 

I was between the proverbial rock and a hard place. If Minda were a real submissive, I could tell her to get her ass to bed with Dawn. But I didn't think of her as one. Add to that that she'd had a very traumatic night, I sighed and reluctantly gave in.

I looked at Dawn and said. "Just this one night! You understand?"

"Yes Master" She said quietly.

We all lay down, Minda between Dawn and myself. She settled in resting with hand softly holding on to my upper arm. The last thing I remember before dozing off was, What the hell had I gotten myself into?



Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 03



First, allow me to apologize for have taken so long on this installment of Dawn's story...Writer's block can be a real pain in the backside. For those may be reading this for the first time, it won't make a lot of sense unless you read at least Ch. 2 of Dawn's story. Further chapters will be coming though perhaps not as quickly as the first two. As usual, any and all comments are welcome. With your comments, I can hopefully write even better chapter and possibly other stories. Thanks again!

DS



"Yes Master" She said quietly.

We all lay down, Minda between Dawn and myself. She settled in resting with hand softly holding on to my upper arm. The last thing I remember before dozing off was, What the hell had I gotten myself into?

The following morning, I woke slowly. I gradually became aware of two things. Upon starting to open my eyes, I saw an old faded T-shirt at the foot of the bed and realized the Minda was curled up against me nude. She had also managed to get close enough to rest her head on my chest and my arm was around her shoulder. Dawn was also nude, snuggled up to Minda's back with her arms holding Minda.

I was able to slowly extricate myself from the bed without waking the girls. There was a wet spot on the side of my pajama bottoms where Minda had apparently rubbed herself against me in her sleep. I found this a little bothersome. The girl had been beaten less than twelve hours ago and she had at times last night seemed to be sexually aroused. 

I looked down at her. The swelling on her face was already going down from the beating she had taken, though the discoloration would undoubtedly remain for a while. Someone had beaten the hell out of her and I had no idea why. I suspected her husband but Dawn thought it might be a stranger. Dawn is intuitive about such things and I decided to wait and see before taking any action.

I caught the scent of coffee brewing downstairs and headed that way. It sure was nice to have a programmable coffee maker. After pouring a cup, I went out grab the paper and returned to the breakfast nook. Trying to read the paper was a lost cause. Yesterday and last night's events had my mind in turmoil. I was still wondering what I might be getting myself into.

Here I was...I had what I thought was the absolute perfect slave girl for me. I really believed that she would do, as she said, literally anything for me. I know she is completely devoted to me. Exquisitely beautiful, intelligent, any man's dream. She is a true submissive. An honest to God, no bullshit slave girl. Here, alive in the 21st century. She told me a few weeks before that real slaves in the world today are very rare. They are and she is. Most normal folk, or muggles as Dawn calls then have no real concept of what the D/s world is about. There are many in the lifestyle that do not really understand it truly. Anyway, I digress.

As I was saying...I have a perfectly wonderful slave girl and now, the potential for a second. Dawn plainly wanted me to have Minda as a second girl. I had my stance on married women but, it now appeared that Minda's marriage was about to die a horrible death. Two slave girls. I had to admit that the idea did not sound bad...not bad at all. However, that was fraught with all kinds of new troubles. Least of all jealousy. Dawn is pretty open-minded and as she told me, she liked to share as it were. However, full time every day 24/7? In addition, I did not really know Minda at all. Would she be willing to become second girl? First, though I knew she had a submissive nature, I did not know yet if she was a true submissive. In addition, based on my experience, Filipinas I know can be violently jealous. I mulled everything over in my mind.

I went back upstairs to take a shower. I got there to find it already in use. I looked in to see two lovely soapy bodies embraced in a very passionate kiss. I watched for just a moment, then... "Ahem... Good morning girls." expecting them to jump apart as if caught doing something they shouldn't . However, they held the kiss a couple seconds longer. Dawn whispered to Minda and both turned to look at me.

"Good morning Master." they said in unison. Then broke into a giggling fit.

I rolled my eyes and looked heavenward. "Some help here please."

The girls continued to giggle.

"You girls save me some hot water now." I said as I turned and left. I was joking with them as I had one of those tank less water heaters. That was just my subtle hint for them to hurry.

Ninety minutes later we all sat around the dinning room table sipping coffee,...I was on my third cup. The girls were dressed in clean identical white A-shirts with probably nothing underneath knowing them as I did. 

"Okay." I said looking at Minda. "Are you up to talking about what happened last night?"

"Yes Sir." she said looking down. She took a deep breath, looked at me and went on. "To start with, I think I owe you and Dawn an apology. I am not sure can explain this but, after the beating, I had...after the worse of the pain when that bakla was hitting me...I don't know how to say this. It felt good. Does that make me a bad person? After I got here and felt safe...the pain...well, it excited me...made me horny. Am I a freak?

"No Minda. I will talk to you about that another time." I said

"I also need to talk for a moment about yesterday afternoon. As Dawn told you, almost everything that happened was planned by her and me. So, please Mr. Gabe, some of your anger should be aimed at me...not just her. Anyway, we'd been planning that for a few days and before coming here yesterday, I told Günter I would be staying with a friend last night in the hope our little plan succeeded." she blushed. "After all that did happen...me losing my nerve and all, I decided that I should go home last night, as you know. 

I got home and went in." She hesitated here. "Oh God, this is harder than I thought it would be. I...I went in and..." she stopped again. "Please Mr. Gabe...May I have a moment to figure out how to tell you this?"

Tears were starting to run down her cheeks. Dawn leapt up and got Minda some tissues. Minda took another deep breath, composed herself and continued. "You know, if this weren't so sad and disgusting, it would really be hilarious." Another pause. "I heard odd noises in my dinning room, strange grunting sounds. I went to investigate. I entered and..." Yet another pause, this one longer. "I saw Günter...I saw him...He...He was bent over the table. He.....was wearing lingerie...women's lingerie! Stockings and a garter belt...and ladies high heeled shoes.....all pink...and nothing else!" She stopped here and began to cry. 

"Do you want to stop and take a break Minda?" I asked 

"No Mr. Gabe, I have to go on. If I stop now, I may not have the courage to tell anyone about this again." She looked at Dawn, who nodded encouragingly, and back to me. "As I was saying, Günter was bent over the table. There was another man there." Another deep breath, a really deep one. "He was dressed, if you can call it that, like my husband but, his outfit was black. Except that, he was wearing combat boots instead of women's shoes. Günter was masturbating and the other man was...was..." Still another deep breath. Then she said the rest of it rapidly. "He was screwing Günter in the ass Mr. Gabe!" She broke down and was crying piteously.

Dawn and I were both stunned! I could not think of a single thing to say. Dawn went over next to Minda, knelt beside her and hugged her tightly. "It'll be okay Sis." Dawn told her. "Dawn and Master will take good care of you." Dawn looked at me with a question in her eyes. I nodded to let her know that we would do whatever it took to help Minda. 

After a while, Minda finally got herself under control. A small forced smile tugged at her mouth . "Where was I now?" the smile faded. Günter just stood and laughed...Laughed Mr. Gabe! He said it was about time that I found out about who he called his 'true love'." Her face switched from sorrow to anger. "And that's when his bastard faggot boyfriend began to beat me!" She seemed to be warming to her anger. He started punching me in the face and upper body. I tried to protect myself but, he's a big man, even bigger than you Mr. Gabe." That's when I noticed the bruising on her arms that I missed before. "He tried to rip my T-shit off but, was only able to destroy it. He...he grabbed me and...actually, nearly picked me up off the floor by my nipples. It hurt so terribly bad. I never felt pain like that before." Her hands came up unconsciously covering them. "And then he threw me half way across the room.  This whole time, my loving husband..." this was said sarcastically. "...just stood there laughing at me. His lover starting kicking me, cursing in German. I tried to get up and get out, but the son-of-a-bitch wasn't done with me. He was apparently furious with me for interrupting their 'love making'. 

He pinned me against the wall and tore my bikini bottoms off. I was terrified Mr. Gabe. I was sure he was going to rape me. When they noticed that I'd been shaved, Günter called me a whore, accused me of having an affair and told his lover to throw me out. Mr. Gabe, I've never broken my marriage vows! Never had an affair, although..." she blushed. "...I actually was trying to yesterday." She looked at Dawn. "And now, I wish to God now that, our little plan had succeeded!" She returned her gaze back to me. "Sorry Mr. Gabe, I really do. All that time he would not touch me in any way. The thought had never occurred to me that he might be having an affair. I thought he was just...um, sexless?

"I think the term you're looking for is A-sexual." I said.

"Look at me Mr. Gabe! Am I not attractive?"

"You're very attractive...more than you may know." I told her

"I have a woman's needs. Am I not desirable?"

"Very desirable. If you were not marri...."

"I'm not! Not anymore!" She snapped at me

"Minda..." I began.

"I did not mean to snap at you, Mr. Gabe. As far as I'm concerned, that part of my life is over...forever! In my heart...in my mind, I am no longer married to that benni boy."

Benni boy is a slang term in the Philippines for a effeminate gay man. I could see that she was very serious. My stance avoiding her as a married women in her case now had a large hole in its side and was sinking rapidly. Proceed with caution was now the rule. I still felt that I needed to delay things as long as possible. I doubted that Dawn and Minda would cease their plotting and would likely be more open about it now. "I would like to live here with you and Dawn now." She told me.

I suddenly felt the need to beat a hasty retreat. "Well, I have things that I need to do. We'll finish our talk this afternoon or evening, okay?" I had to do very serious thinking and for me there was only one way to really get that done. I went upstairs, changed into my riding clothes and went to get my motorcycle out of the garage. I backed it out of the garage, fired it up and was gone from the house.

Once out on the road, I began to review my situation. It seemed more than likely now that I might soon have two girls. I was still unsure of what my future held for me. This was going to take much more thought than I'd hoped.

I continued to ride. The day's weather was being exceptionally cooperative. More than an hour later, I stopped at The Keep, an up-scale BDSM club at the east edge of the city. This time of day, it was closed but as a long time member I was admitted inside. The own/manager, Emmanuelle Lowenstein, more commonly known in my circle, as Mistress Emmanuelle was there. Em, as I call her was a good friend and a part-time lawyer specializing in family law. I gave her the 'Reader's Digest' condensed version of Minda's problem and asked if she could be of help.

"Sure Gabe, I'd be happy to help" Em told me.

Thanks Em. I'll cover the retainer and you can work out a deal with her for your fee. Shall I have her call you?"

"No, no retainer just yet, Gabe...I'm pretty sure I know her husband. If he's who I think he is, he's been a regular here for almost two years. I didn't even know the little prick was married. If it's him, tell your friend I'll represent her at no charge." Have her call me tomorrow afternoon at about two." Em grinned that evil lawyer grin than frightens most normal people. "Tell me more about her...What's her name...Minda?"

"She's from the Philippines. Minda is a nickname, her proper name is Luzviminda. She about the same size as Dawn but, a bit thinner. I told Em.

"Tiny little girl, huh?"

"Yeah, and very lovely too. I mean stone gorgeous. Not only that, and here's something that might interest you. She has a very submissive nature."

Em's eyebrows shot up. "Oh?" she said.

"It get's worse...or better depending on one's point of view. I've only known her a few weeks and it seems that she's taken quite a shine to both Dawn and me. "

"Be very careful there Gabe." Em said. "That situation could cause you many difficulties. What's Dawn saying about all this?

"Shit! Would you believe that Dawn wants me to collar her as second girl? They've become very close. You and I both know that Dawn has some bi tendencies and I suspect that Minda might too. "

"Hmmm, can't say that surprises me Gabe." Em told me. It has always seemed to me that bi-sexuality among women is more common in the D/s lifestyle than in the 'real world'. It may not be but, seems that way to me.

"Well Em, I'm not one to ask for advice very often but, I can see myself asking you for some in the near future."

She looked me directly in the eyes. "You know I'm always here for you my friend."

I left The Keep and went home to inform Minda that I acquired legal representation for her should she want it. 

The next couple of weeks passed quickly. Minda's husband and his lover left the country for Germany quite suddenly and there was no indication that either of them would return any time soon...if ever, as the local authorities wanted to 'talk' to them both. I had been able to persuade Minda to at least file a complaint against both of them. Minda had also filed for a divorce with the help of Em. From what I'd heard, she was going to come out of this in very good shape. It became known, that Günter was worth more than three quarters of a million dollars, so Minda was not in trouble financially speaking...at least for the short term. Em was taking him to the cleaner's big time. 

Dawn managed to get though her punishment period without too much trouble from my perspective. I ended up making her sleep in her own room for five days. It seemed to be the purest form of torture to her...or so she told me. It couldn't have been too horrible. After that first night at our house, I insisted that Minda stay in Dawn's room with her. I suspected that they had gotten a lot better 'acquainted' those nights in Dawn's room. I was sure that Dawn was not going entirely without sex. Minda was gradually becoming more and more flirtatious with me. With her getting divorced, I have to admit that I actually was becoming more and more interested. Also, it seemed like they were still determined to become a two-girl mini-harem. I also had to admit that this idea was really starting to appeal to me.

Then one Friday night, it happened. Dawn came into the bedroom as I was reading a book.  It was a techno-thriller kind of book about a hypothetical Third World War. It was getting a bit late but, I was not yet tired. 

Dawn climbed in to bed with me wearing nothing but her collar, as usual. She had something in her hand behind her back though I did not pay very much attention to it, assuming it was some sex toy she wanted to employ during our lovemaking. She tucked it discreetly beneath her pillow.

Next, she slowly and carefully took the book from my hands, dog-eared the page and closed the book, setting on the nightstand next to the bed.

Dawn pulled the covers back and straddled herself over me, rubbing her shaven mound against my thickening prick. She took my face in her hands giving me very passionate, albeit quick kisses as she spoke to me. "Master sweet Master, something must be done."

"And what is it that that needs to be done my sweet slave girl?" I asked her.

"Minda Master. Something needs to be done about poor little Minda!" Dawn replied. I then saw movement over her shoulder an noticed Minda entering the room. She, like Dawn was wearing nothing. She crawled onto the bed and next to Dawn. Minda knelt next to Dawn and gazed at me with longing in her eyes. 

"Master," Dawn said. "You already know that Minda has not been with a man for more than two years. She's getting divorced.....So there should be no problem there anymore. She really needs it Master. Please?"

"Please what?"

"Master!" Dawn whined at me.

"Tell me what you want Dawn."

Dawn pleaded to me "Master. Your unworthy slave begs you to make love to Minda."

Minda then spoke. "Please Master, take me...use me!"

"Minda, why are you calling me Master?"

"Because, in my heart, you are my master now...you really are. I beg to serve you, wear your collar. Please Master, collar me...use me...make me yours."

Dawn jumped off my lap and went to her pillow. She reached underneath it and came out with a collar. It was virtually identical to hers. "Master!" she said. "Please forgive this girl's presumptuousness Master. She had it made for her. Dawn loves you Master and she loves Minda too. Please collar her Master." 

I quickly grabbed Minda by her wrists and forced her onto her back and laying atop her, pressed my weight upon her, pining her wrists down above her head. "Put it down for now Dawn!" I ordered her.

I looked down beneath me at Minda and asked. "Now little Minda, tell me what it is that you really want. Do you truly want me to collar you or do you just want..." I pressed my shaft against her wet slit. "...this?" 

"Master...I want...this girl means Minda begs for both. I beg for you to put a collar on me. I beg to be your slave along with Dawn...." Minda gently thrust her hips against me. "But, Master, I deeply need this as too. Please Master. If I must choose...then I choose the collar."

"Are you sure Minda?" 

"Oh, yes Master...very sure!"

I shifted my body down over hers until the head of my cock was pressed firmly to her pussy. The head spreading the lips a little.

Her breath quickened to the point that she was panting. "Oh please Master!" she whispered to me between little ragged breaths.

"Why the collar Minda? Why not just beg me to fuck you?" I asked spitefully. "Is that not what you really want?" 

"I beg your collar Master. If I only asked to use my body, you could use then make me leave. Since I choose the collar I guess that if I am patient that you will use me eventually, when you see fit. After more than two years...what's a few more days. Besides that, if I wear your collar, I know I can have you more than only once. Master, Dawn and I truly desire to be yours, both of us. I beg you Master. Let me...let Minda and Dawn serve you always."

"Oh yes Master!" Dawn interjected. "We beg you...Allow us both to be yours...always."

I looked deeply into Minda's eyes. Exactly, how long has it been Minda...Exactly."

"Master, it's been two years, four months and five da....Oh!"

At that moment I drove myself into her deeply. 

"Master...I am yours Master!" Minda nearly screamed. "Master...please fuck me!"

I pulled myself back a wee bit and pushed into her again. And then again. I was determined to start slowly. I was mildly surprised when Minda started cumming as I just started my fourth stroke into her She was incredibly tight. a bit tighter even than Dawn. And Dawn was tight herself but Minda...I was surprised that I slid into so easily.

"So good, so good."  Minda whispered "Oh Master, it's so very good! Too good...Thank you Master. I pray I never, ever go that long without again. Thank you."




Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 03



Another half dozen long slow strokes, she was cumming again. Minda was apparently an intensely sexual woman.

"Master!" she yelled. "Minda thanks you. Please Master, don't ever stop...Oh, Sooooo goooood!"

Dawn was watching closely her hand between her own legs, pleasuring herself. "Master, you have made her so very happy Master. Dawn thanks you as well Master. Her happiness makes me happy." She looked at Minda. "Oh Minda, Dawn is so very happy for you, my new sister."

Minda was well into her third orgasm as Dawn spoke to her. I do not ever remember being with a woman having orgasms as quickly and as close together as Minda. I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping and squeezing my throbbing cock as she would come as I fucked her. I had decided that this first time I would not make love to her but give her a real good fucking. I was going to use and ravage her young eager body. She wanted to be my slave along with Dawn she had told me. She had also told me that she thought of herself as a true submissive slave girl. Better to let her know how it feels to be well and truly fucked as a slave girl, by a master. She certainly seemed to be enjoying it so far. Minda hooked her lower legs around my thighs and began thrusting her hips in an attempt to get me deeper inside her.

Dawn reached in and began caressing Minda's body as I thrust into her faster. The faster I rammed myself into her sweet box the faster she was cumming. She began to babble in her native Tagalog. Again, I was unable to keep up with most of what she was saying. 

Then...It occurred to me. I need to be doing all this all a little differently. Minda said she wanted to be my slave girl. I was being way too soft on her. I mentally berated myself for not making her a slave first. I guessed I must be slipping from having a totally dedicated girl already. It was time to make her a slave.

I released my grip on her, withdrew my cock, backed off the bed and stood. The disappointment on Minda's face was evident but, she said nothing. I pointed to the usual spot on the floor looked at Dawn and told her to get Minda into the proper position. Then I reached over and grabbed the collar Dawn had brought in. I moved to the foot of the bed and stood in front of Minda who was already perfectly in position. Dawn had, it seemed taught her very well. I looked down at her.

She spoke. "Master, this girl does not understand why you stopped your used of her body. Did she displease you?" 

"Be silent Minda!" I spoke harshly. "You will speak only to answer my questions or as directed by me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master, Minda understands"

"Do you really know what it will mean to you to become my slave?"

"Yes Master."

"Are you sure?"

"Minda is sure Master."

"I will own you and your body. I will use you in any fashion I choose."

"Yes Master. This unworthy girl now begs for your collar."

Dawn handed me my key-ring. "It's keyed the same as mine Master." I took the keys and opened the collar. "You need to be really sure Minda. I will tell exactly as I told Dawn our first night, once I close this collar around your neck, there will be no turning back."

"Not ever Master?"

I looked at Dawn and nodded.

"Minda, what our Master means," Dawn began. "is that you wear the collar for as long as Master decides. You can ask to have it removed but, you don't want to do that."

I don't understand Dawn. You know how much I want this. As much as you...if not more. Make me understand dearest sister."

"If you ever ask to have it removed, Master will take it off but, then you will have to leave us. Take all your things and go and never, ever come back to us." Dawn told her sounding a little frightened.

"Oh no!" Minda said quickly. "I couldn't do that. I was only curious. Minda did not want to give the wrong idea." She faced me again. "Master, Minda again begs to be collared. With all her heart, she wishes nothing more than to serve you She has seen you with Dawn and what kind of man you are. Any woman would, in my humble opinion, be proud to be fully owned by you. Please Master, put the collar on me...Please!"

Minda leaned very slightly forward, lifted her long hair out of the way and stretched her neck as far as she could. "Please Master." She waited.

I bend toward her and closed the collar about Minda's neck with a loud click. She released her hair and brought her hands up to the collar, caressing it lovingly with a look of adoration in her eyes as she looked up at me.

"Master, Minda gratefully accepts the position of second girl on your chain. She is so very happy to be yours. This girl gives you her word that she will serve faithfully and with all the love she can give for as long as you decide to keep this girl." 


Dawn was fairly bouncing on the bed with happiness. I nodded to her and she virtually flew off the bed to throw her arms around Minda, tackling her in the process. Dawn was showering Minda with little kisses all over. "We're official now my sweet little sister, we're official now!" 

"I love you Dawn." Minda said as she began to return Dawn's kisses.

"Dawn loves you too, my little chain sister." In moments, their kissing became more intense and they began to fondle and grope one another.

"Position!" I snapped loudly.

The girls quickly knelt side by side before me. I looked at them. Once again I had to consider myself among the luckiest men on the planet. Now, not one but two very beautiful women were kneeling naked before me. I have always loved women of every size, shape and color as it were. I have also, I confess liked tiny little women best. What twist of fate had brought these two exquisite creatures to me, I will never know but, I sure as hell was not going to complain.

"Go to the playroom girls. I believe it is time to properly initiate my new girl to her slavery. I will be there myself in a moment." I said to them. 

Minda departed. I held Dawn from leaving right away. "Dawn, I want Minda on the hook in the center of the room. Two spreaders, understand?"

"Yes Master." Dawn replied. May your first girl ask you a question, Master?"

I nodded

"Master, Minda is still very new to all this. Is it really wise to beat her now? I am a little worried about her."

"What better time than now, Dawn? It is better to find out now than later. We both agree that she has a very submissive nature, right?"

"Yes Master."

"I have a hunch that she is as much a true submissive as you are. The signs are there if you look for them."

Dawn thought before speaking again, then she brightened and smiled. "Yes, oh yes Master! You're right! I don't know how I could have missed it. Oh Master, you are so wise. I am proud that you are my master."

"Go now." I said. "And tell her what is to come. She should know before I start."  

Dawn stepped up to me, put her hands on my shoulders, raised up on her toes and kissed my chin. "Minda and this one are so lucky to have you Master." 

"One more thing Dawn." I said.

"Yes Master?"  I'm going to assumed that Minda has been told about safe words."

"Fully Master. I told her all she needs to know. She knows all about their proper use."

"Very well little one. Go on."

She turned and left.

Minutes later I entered the playroom. I had dressed myself into an old comfortable A-shirt and old pair of camo uniform trousers. Minda was secured in the center of the room just as I ordered. Her wrists and ankles were held out by the spreader bars about two feet apart. Dawn had braided Minda's hair and pinned it up on her head. The top spreader was attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling and held Minda up just high enough that she could not quite stand flat footed. She waited there, naked, fully exposed and vulnerable. The look in her eyes confirmed what I thought. There was a bit of fear in them but, also longing and need. 

She lowered her eyes to the floor. "Master, may second girl speak freely?'

"Minda, you will always be required to speak freely within limits that you will learn,"

"Second girl wishes to tell you Master, that being tied and exposed like this has awoken something in me that she's never felt before. Minda knows that she is to be beaten and she thinks she understands why. 

"You think you know why, do you?" I asked skeptically 

"Yes Master."

"Tell me then girl. Why are you to be beaten?"

She paused. "Unlike the beating I received two weeks ago by Günter's lover, who beat me out of anger and hatred. That was horrible Master and though I healed quickly, I will never forget it. I believe Master, that you will beat me to teach me. To teach me about my slavery. You are a kind and caring man. Dawn has taught me so very much over the last few weeks. And while I have learned a lot, I know that I know almost nothing." She paused thinking a moment. "Minda realizes that she is still speaking in first person. Dawn has told me that that is not permitted. Minda is trying Master. She will do better, she promises." She took a deep breath and seemed to shudder a little.

I noticed that her breathing was a little heavier. The look of longing in her eyes was unmistakable. She was clearly aroused. She went on. "This girl is at a loss to understand what is happening within herself. She stands here awaiting a beating and yet...she has never been as turned on as she is right this moment. Master, this girl trusts you completely. She knows that what you are about to doyou do because you care for me, that you have feelings for me and might, I pray, even love this one a bit."

"I will tell you exactly what I told Dawn our first night. That love at this point is not relevant to whatever relationship we may have now or in the future."

"Master?" Dawn spoke.

"Be silent slave!" I growled at Dawn. Do you wish to be beaten as well? This is another new dawning for us. I am now responsible for another slave girl. And you as first girl are also responsible. Bring me my flogger!"

I turned my attention back to Minda. I cupped her left breast in my hand. She has what I refer to as to as the perfect handful. Her eyes met mine.

"Master...please!" she whimpered.

I looked at her closely again. I was beginning to understand that it was quite possible that Minda could very well be more a natural slave than even Dawn. My Dawn was a natural. There was no doubt of it. It's as if Dawn lived and breathed only to be a true slave to me. I was seeing this in Minda...and maybe a little more. Minda is still very new to all this. 

The flogger has almost always been my 'weapon' of choice. Easy to control and a pleasure to use. Unless one gets crazy and loses control, it is difficult to cause a serious injury with one. 

I looked at Dawn and pointed to the floor in front of Minda. She would watch.

I walked around Minda a couple of time making sure she got a good look at the flogger. 

"Master?" Minda Asked.

"Speak slave." I said to her harshly.

"Minda's afraid Master." she said. "She is not afraid of you or what is to come. She thinks that perhaps she's afraid of her own slavery. Master, please Master. Beat your new slave girl."

I moved behind her and gave her five firm lashes across her ass and lower back. She yelped loudly and then to my great surprised begged for more.

"Beat this unworthy bitch Master, beat her!" she moaned

I was surprised on more than one count. The first five strokes I laid on her were not at all soft. I had hit her fairly hard. Also, this was the first time I ever heard her utter any kind of cursing. I struck her five more times, even harder. There were red marks showing up on her back and ass. I had to be careful not to leave welts or bruises, but I did intend to give her as severe a beating as possible. I had to demonstrate to her that she was a slave...an owned slave. 

Dawn was awe struck at what she was watching this evening. Receiving a beating is one thing. Watching someone you care about get one is very different. "Are you okay Minda?" she asked

I stepped around rapidly and lashed Dawn twice very hard. She screamed, more from surprise than from pain. "I told you to be silent...or should I beat you as well?" She shook her head, saying nothing.

I looked back at Minda. She wept silently Tears were running down her cheeks. Her breathing was rapid. I looked into her eyes and again was mildly surprised as she appeared to be even more aroused. She looked at me and whispered. "More Master. Beat your second slut more...harder and make her the slave your second girl now knows she is."

I began thinking. Could she be an actual pain slut? A real masochist? This was a serious concern for me. Once again, I would have to proceed with caution. 

I laid the flogger to her back and ass another ten strokes.

"Oh Master!" Minda yelled. "Enough Master. Please no more. Minda knows her slavery now!"

"No Minda, you don't!" I snarled at her. A little feigned anger would fit here perfectly.

"But Master!"

"But what?"

"Your new slave girl fully understands now. Please stop Master. Minda is your slave now, body and spirit."

I lashed her ten times more. 

"Please! No more! Second girl begs her Master!" she screamed out. Mercy Master, mercy!"

I moved around to the front and used the flogger twice on each of her breasts. Her entire back side had turned to a rich shade of red. There were the beginnings of a couple of welts which meant I needed to ease up just a little. The longing and sexual need was still in her eyes but, now a bit of apprehension showed as well. She was only now starting to understand.

"Think slave." I told her. "Think about slavery. Think about your own slavery."

"Minda has Master...she is still, Master."

I walked around her again laying twenty lashes all over her body, the last directly on her dripping pussy. She screamed more albeit quietly as she was able. I thought she was attempting to show courage. "Have you learned anything yet?'

"Second girl thinks she has Master."

"Okay...then tell me why I have continued your beating."

"Because you can Master. I am not but a lowly slave girl and fully at your mercy. She is yours fully...to do with as you please in every way. Minda has no control. No say in anything. You are teaching this girl Master. And she needs to be taught!"

"Very good Minda! You only starting to understand but, it is a good start. You are a very intelligent young slave. It will not be long before you really know what it is to be a slave girl wearing my collar."

"Yes Master." Minda said softly, desire and need in her voice. "Master? Please fuck your new slave slut...use me."

I walked over to Dawn, bend, whispered to her a few seconds and pointed to Minda. She got up and went over to Minda. I watched in silence as she carefully checked Minda over to see how many welts and bruises she might have. She spoke. Standing in back of Minda, she said. "Maybe three, perhaps four welts here Master but, no indication of any bruising."

"Continue." I said as I turned to go to the 'tool' rack on the far wall. "Make her cum."

Dawn instantly cupped Minda's right breast, pinching and twisting the nipple. With her left hand, she jammed two fingers into Minda's sopping pussy and rapidly moved them in and out of her creating squishing noises as she furiously finger fucked her new chain sister. She whispered in Minda's ear as she did so. I got to the wall, hung up my flogger and took down it's matching paddle. It is about twenty inches long and three wide. The leather is smooth and just stiff enough not be loose in use.

I returned to the girls and could now hear them clearly. Minda was panting hard. "Oh yes sister! Please make second girl cum...I love you first girl."

Dawn was actually ordering Minda roughly through clenched teeth. "That's right second girl. Cum for Master. Cum for your new sister...Cum for both of us. Cum now!"

Minda's body stiffened. Oh God! Dawn, I am going to do it. I am going to...to" Minda's voice rose with every word. She screamed loud. "CUUUUMMMMMM!"

Dawn smiled, then dropped her right hand down to rub Minda's clit as the fingers of her left ravaged Minda's pussy which was dripping cum.

Minda had not even caught her breath when panted loudly. "Cumming again, cumming again, cumming....OH MY GOD!" Her small hips were thrusting back and forth violently. Her eyes were wide open. "Oh yes yes...YES! ...AGAIN!"

"Dawn" I said softly. "Stand before me."

Dawn released Minda who immediately sagged from her restraints, mumbling contentedly. Dawn stood with her hands behind her back. "Yes Master?"

"You are first girl on my chain." I said with authority.

"Yes Master, Dawn is first girl."

"And Minda is now second girl."

"Yes Master, Minda is second girl."

"As first girl, you are now responsible for her in all things."

"Yes Master?" Dawn looked a bit confused.

"If she disobeys or fails in what is expected of her, I will have to punish her. Is that not correct?"

"Yes Master, it is."

"And if she fails in my absence? If I am not here for whatever reason?"

"Dawn does not understand Master."

"It's simple Dawn. In my absence, you are responsible."

The proverbial light bulb came on. "Master! Do you mean that I would have to punish Minda?"

"Yes" I told her. "Unless there a very serious infraction, you are required to take care of her in all things, good and bad."

"But Master..."

"Are you refusing?" I asked threateningly. "If you are..." I turned to looked at Minda and asked "Minda, if you were first girl and I ordered to punish a sister, would you hesitate?"

Minda was just regaining her composure. "Master, Minda is second girl and has no desire to be first but to answer your question, Minda would do anything, everything to please her master and even if that means beating her own sister...She would be happy to comply with your wishes.

I looked back at Dawn. Well?"

"Master, Dawn will comply."

I handed the paddle to Dawn, pointed to Minda. "Beat her. You are to lay twenty good strokes on her ass...only her ass. If you fail to beat her to my satisfaction, I will have her give you twenty...then I will give you forty, Understand?"

Dawn appeared to be shocked but, nodded her obedience. She stood slightly behind and just to the side of Minda.

I held up my hand to briefly stop Dawn and spoke to Minda. "Do you know why I'm making Dawn do this Minda?"

"Yes Master, Minda understands...and agrees fully." Yet another surprise. Minda was turning out to be more of a natural slave than any one I've ever know...even Dawn! This from a girl that I was sure a few short months ago knew virtually nothing about the D/s lifestyle.

"Proceed Dawn, beat this slut. Do it right and have her count them out."

Minda turned slightly to face Dawn. "Go ahead sister, Minda knows what the Master wants. Don't hold back. Please our Master, Minda begs you."

Dawn spoke softly. "Dawn is sorry she has to do this."

I leapt in and snatched to paddle out of dawn's hands. I grabbed her collar, bent her over and brutally smacked Dawn's ass five times. Then threw her to the floor. "NEVER!" I shouted at her. I was trying very hard to appear as mad at her as I had ever been. I had fully expected her mistake. I was disappointed in her but not angry at all. But, I needed to teach Dawn another lesson.

"Never!" I shouted again. "You NEVER, ever apologize to a slave for beating them. Have I ever said I was sorry? Did any of the other masters you had ever apologized?"

"No Master!" Dawn at me fearfully. "This girl begs forgiveness. This is all new to her. She tells you this not as an excuse but, as an explanation."

I handed the paddle back to Dawn. "Now...Do it right!" I said gruffly to Minda I said. "Count them out Minda and during this beating, you'll refer to Dawn as 'Little Miss', do you understand?"





Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 03



"Yes Master." Minda answered quietly. My actions with Dawn had apparently frighten her too. I am not a violent or cruel man and I believe the girls know that but, I figure it doesn't hurt to make them wonder every now and then.

Dawn readied herself. She held the paddle in both hand and took her first swing almost like a baseball player swings a bat. The first landed hard with a resounding crack! 

"That is one Little Miss. May Second girl have more Little Miss?" Minda said warmly. Bless her little heart, she was trying to Dawn at ease.

Dawn swung the paddle again, a little harder. Crack!

"That is two Little Miss. Minda loves you Little Miss." By this time, Minda's ass was bright red. The look of sexual need was plainly back in her eyes. The girl was indeed a pain slut. I didn't think she was a hard core masochist though. I was nearly sure of it  The pain she was experiencing was a major turn-on for her yet, she was not undergoing real serious pain. I was beginning to understand why she had been so aroused the night of her beating a couple of weeks before. Not like when that cowardly ass that beat her a couple of weeks prior.

Crack!

"Thank you Little Miss. That one makes three." Minda murmured very clearly excited.. 

I chuckled quietly to myself. At this rate, Minda would experience orgasms before Dawn finished. 

"Slowly Dawn. Take your time." 

Crack!

"Four Little Miss! I don't get it Little Miss, it actually feels oh so good." Minda panted sounding surprised at her reaction to her own beating. They both were a beautiful sight together.

I left the playroom to take care of a couple little preparations in the bedroom. While I was doing this a thought occurred to me. I thought back to a very short time ago. I remember both of them talking together and I came to realize that having them both speaking in third person could become a bit of a problem. I have Dawn speak that way as I'd always found it to be charming among other reasons. But, now there were two slave girls in my life. I reluctantly decided then I would have to end that practice. 

I returned to the playroom and saw that Dawn was very nearly finished with her task.

Crack!

"Oh God, Little Miss...Sixteen! Do I...does Minda need permission to cum Little Miss?"

"Why do you ask that now Minda? Dawn asked trying to sound stern but, not being very convincing. She saw me walk in and looked me questioningly. I pointed at her with my chin and shrugged letting her know it was up to her.

"Not this time Minda. She said and brought the paddle back for the next swing.

Crack!

"Seventeen Little Miss. Oh Little Miss, Minda is going to cum!" She was panting heavily.

Dawn smiled at me, finally getting into the beating thing a little and swung again.

Crack!

"Eighteen! That's eighteen Little Miss! Minda loves you Minda is...is...Cumming, cumming, cumming! Oh God!  Dawn paused just moment looking rather pleased with herself. She winked at me and got ready for the next swat.

Crack!

"OH MY GOD!" Minda screamed. "Nineteen...nineteen Little Miss. I can't believe it. I'm cumming again...So quickly! Little Miss, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"  Her small body was ridged. I could see her cum streaming down both her legs.

Crack!

"AHHHH!" Minda screamed louder yet. "MINDA IS STILL CUMMING, LITTLE MISS!" Minda looked close to hyperventilating. "Twenty, Little Miss, twenty....Master! More please, Minda begs for more!" Minda suddenly went completely limp, hanging from the top spreader. Dawn and I both stepped closer.

She was still conscience, speaking very softly to herself. "Oh God...Sooo goooood. I never knew..." She looked at Dawn. "Seven Little Miss, seven...At least I think it was seven...maybe more. I cannot believe it. 

Dawn looked confused. "Seven Minda?"

She nodded. "Yes Seven...I came seven times in the last couple of hours and I'd never cum more than twice a night in all my life!" Not only that, but they were the most intense, satisfying orgasms of my life! I never came so hard before. Minda smiled softly at both of us. "Master? Dawn? There is no way for me to explain how grateful I am. How much I have come love you, both of you. I have never felt like a real woman until this night. I thought I had when Günter and I got married but, that turned out be a damned sham. Ironic, isn't it? When no man I've met in my life made me feel like a woman, then a couple...a man and a woman together, accomplished that in two hours. I must be blessed to be so lucky as to find you two."

I pointed to the spreaders and the hook and said. "Dawn, get her down from there. Then both of you go back to the bedroom and relax until I arrive.

"Yes Master!" they both said as one. Dawn released Minda and helped her out the door. This night's activities had apparently put quite a drain on Minda's sexual energy and had been very interesting to say the least. Dawn has always been the consummate slave girl. Minda had the potential to be even better. The girl was obviously a naturally gifted submissive/slave. Too much perhaps to be second girl to any master. Time would tell.

I walked into the bedroom a few minutes later to find Dawn and Minda in the middle of the bed engaged in a sixty-nine furiously licking and fingering one another. I stood there a little bit and watched. Dawn was on top, sucking hard on Minda's clit while 'jack-hammering' three fingers in Minda's drenched pussy. Minda was trying her best to reciprocate but was seriously in the throes of passion as yet another orgasm was racking her tiny body. 

"Yesssss!" she hissed as she held on to Dawn tightly. "More, Sis more! I don't ever want to stop cumming!" Her body again went rigid. "OH YESSSS!" she screamed. "Again!...Oh my God Yes! Minda really does love you, Dawn...You and Master!"

A muffled sound came from between Minda's legs. Then Dawn lifted her face from Minda's muff. "Oh Minda! Dawn loves it when you cum sweet sister...Your juices are heavenly to taste. Dawn wants more!" With that pushed her face back to Minda's sweetness and licked and sucked with even more intensity. I could see the muscles in her thighs begin to quiver as her own orgasm was nearing. 

In less than a minute they were both screaming into one another's gushing pussy's I stripped off my own clothing as I walked to the bed. I crawled on and maneuvered myself behind Dawn and moved in close. Minda smiled up at me and grasped my rock hard shaft in her hands, gently pulled closer and slipped my cock into her mouth. "She sucked lightly on it and then pulled it out and aimed it Dawn's wet hole. I moved in more and gave my hip a slow thrust toward her. 

The moment Dawn felt my cockhead pressing against her nether lips, she lifted her head from between Minda's thighs, looked over her shoulder at me and said "Oh no, oh please Master...please wait just a second. Dawn begs you Master."

I looked at her arching an eyebrow, then moved closer to her As I moved in she lightly grabbed my hips and guided me behind Minda. 

"Master...Please do My sweet slave sister first. She needs it so much more than I do." She whispered to me. "Take her Master...Take her hard and fast! Master, just ram it into her and savage her." She grasped my cock and pulled it at Minda's pussy.

I actually took Dawn's advice. I positioned myself and roughly shoved my throbbing cock into Minda. She squealed and came before I was fully inside her. I took a firm grip on Minda's hip and rapidly pistoned my shaft in and out of her.  She turned her face to me and spoke breathlessly. "Oh Master...Minda cannot stop cumming. I cannot stop it...I do not want to stop it. Sooooo Goooood! Master, Minda loves you! Use Me Master...use me!"

I continued to drive my member into as hard and as fast as I could. Dawn remained busy underneath as I could feel her tongue moving over the base of my cock. She would occasionally pause long enough to say little things like "Oh, Master...do her harder, Master. Make her cum over and over again."

Minda clung desperately to Dawns legs panting and was babbling incoherently. Her entire small body was quivering as orgasms kept hitting her, one after the other. 

A moment later I felt that familiar tingling in my loins that announced my own orgasm. "Is this what you wanted Minda?' I asked with good humored sarcasm, as my sperm shot into her.

The moment she felt my seed spurting into her she screamed out. "OH MY GOD...YES!" She bucked her hips tight against wanting to make sure she could keep all of what I was giving her. Then she rolled off of Dawn, crawled to me. "Let me clean this off for you Master."...and took my slowly softening cock in her mouth. 

Moments later, the three of us lay on the bed recovering. The girls were snuggled close on either side of me. Minda spoke softly. "Master...Dawn, that was so wonderful." She sighed and went on. "I never knew I could feel like this. I could not be happier than I am right this moment."

"Girls..." I said. "...Listen carefully. I have decided to throw out the rule about you speaking in third person. With two of you, it could easily become very confusing. Understand?"

"Yes Master, we do." They spoke in unison.

The phone ran just then. I glanced at the clock, noting that it was well after midnight. I looked at Dawn and nodded. She reached over and picked up the receiver. I listened half-heartedly.

"Hello?..." She listened. "...This is Dawn...Yes Mistress...We were still up Mistress...Yes Mistress, I will tell Master..." She smiled. "Thank you Mistress, I will...Good-night Mistress." 

Dawn hang up and curled up next to me again. "Master, that was Mistress Emmanuelle. First, she commanded me to apologize to you for her for calling so late. Then she asked that you call her tomorrow morning as early as you can. She said it was important but, didn't need to be discussed tonight.

I nodded. "Very well, Dawn."

Dawn reached down and grabbed my cock, foundling it. She then kissed and licked her way down my body as the shaft began to stiffen again. Dawn gave the head a couple of tentative licks. She frowned, licked again and gazed at Minda. "It's all clean! You didn't save me any sis." she said pouting playfully.

Minda looked up at me, and then at Dawn. Then she grinned wickedly. "Don't worry Sister...I'm sure there's still some left here." she whispered, spreading her legs wide and running a finger along her wet slit. Dawn quickly and deftly climbed over my legs and between Minda's and shoved her face in sucking and licking as though her life depended on it. "Oh!" Minda gasped. "Oh God...Oh God..." She gasped again and began panting. "Dawn, I think I am going to cum...I am!" she shouted. I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Minda screamed.



Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 04



This is the long awaited (for some of you) continuation of Dawn's story. You will notice that I'm taking it in a slightly different direction. I can only hope that you, my readers will like it. I hate to tell you that there are a few changes coming in the future that most will not like...Sorry. Those of you who know and like my writing already know that sometimes, I have a lot of problems with writer's block...and other times, I've just been lazy. I have found that the only thing that seems to help is attempting to write several stories at once. Currently, I have another BDSM story in the works, two interracial and a sci-fi all in progress. If I get stuck on one, I can shift to another. Maybe I can crank them out a wee bit faster now? (shrugs)







When I awoke in the morning, there were two lovely naked girls cuddled up next to me. Life cannot get much better than this, I thought. They woke right after me, then and scurried out of bed to help prepare for my daily ritual of getting ready for the day. 

Dawn dressed in a black sheer teddy and headed down stairs to the kitchen to get breakfast ready. She so dearly loved cooking for her master. Minda went into the bathroom and started the shower for me. I walked in still naked from the previous evening's adventures and stepped into the shower. Minda did a half curtsy, half bow that some how made her look even more beautiful. Apparently, Dawn had taught it to her. I prefer this rather than have the girls kneel when I enter a room.

Minda entered the shower after me with a washcloth and fresh bar of soap. She lathered the cloth, started at my shoulders, and quickly worked down my body paying extra attention to my cock and balls. My cock, as if it had a mind of its own, sprang to life, becoming rigidly hard. Minda grinned mischievously. 

"Minda wishes to serve...." she paused "May I service you Master?" she said as she rinsed me off and knelt before me.

I said nothing, but nodded.

Minda cupped a breast and took my throbbing cock into her mouth. She was quite good at sucking cock and clearly enjoyed it. I knew I would not, could not last long. She gently cradled my balls in her free hand and looked up at me with adoration in her eyes. 

She took all of me into her mouth with apparently no difficulty. She used her very talented tongue to good affect. I was sure she had every intention of making up for the two plus years she had to go without. The warmth of her lips and tongue and the feel of her teeth lightly grazing my meat, was very quickly were driving me to the edge. Her eyes never left mine. Her need was very obvious. She hummed softly...then smiled. "Give me you essence Master...Please come in my mouth...Please?" I felt that ole' familiar tightening sensation in my groin. I smiled at her, winked and nodded as that familiar feeling blotted everything else out.

I hit my peak much sooner than I expected. It felt like I was shooting gallons in to her mouth as she swallowed audibly though I knew it couldn't be nearly that much after the events of last night. 

Afterward, she cleaned me thoroughly again, while rubbing her tight little body against me as much as she could. "I feel the need to thank you again, Master. She spoke softly.

"Well...." I paused. "You're welcome Minda. Though to be honest, I think you'd be better off with a master of your own."

She looked at me for a long moment. "Perhaps Master, but for now, I wish to stay with you and Dawn. Please Master, don't send me away." She pleaded.

"Not anytime real soon." I assured her. "I'd like to keep you around for a while and I'm sure Dawn wants you to stay as well." 

Minda smiled brightly and dried me off completely with a fresh towel. She then dried herself with the same towel and followed me out of the bathroom. 

"I will go to the other room to dress with my master's permission." Minda said.

I nodded and began to dress myself. Some masters, I've been told will have their slaves assist them with that chore. I prefer to dress myself without assistance. 

A short time later, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, I entered the dinning room. Breakfast had been prepared and was waiting for me. Minda had put on a teddy very similar to Dawn's in all but color. Hers was white, which looked nice with her brown skin. They both liked to dress very sexy and provocative while at home...that is when ever they bothered to dress at all.

Dawn took the cordless phone from the charger and set near my place at the table. "Just in case you want to return Mistress Emmanuelle's call from last night, Master."

"After I've eaten, Little One. But thank you for reminding me."

She approached me, gave me a really long, steamy hot kiss, and whispered. "I live to serve you, Master." 

I smiled.

We ate our breakfast talking over mundane routine things. Nothing of real import. I watched Minda and noticed that she repeatedly brushed her fingers over her new collar as if to make sure it really was there. I grinned at her. "Minda, it's not going anywhere."

She smiled shyly at me. "I'm still afraid I'll wake up and find it's all a dream, Master."

"So, you're happy?" I asked, knowing full well she was. 

"Oh, Master! More than I ever dreamed possible."

I laughed softly and she realized that I'd been teasing her. "You are a great addition to our little family here, Minda."

"Master, I really do love you...and Dawn too."

With that, we finished our breakfast and went about our daily routines. The girls made themselves busy straightening up an already mostly neat home.

I went to the garage and went to work building a trike (three-wheeled motorcycle) converted from an ancient Volks-Wagon Beetle. It was nearly completed...just a few modifications on the engine. This took up most of the morning and I managed to work up a good sweat. Just before I stopped for lunch, Dawn appeared and announced that she needed to do some shopping. I gave her a light kiss on the lips and sent her on her way.

For lunch, I ate a sandwich and had a glass of milk. I picked up the phone and called Em. 

The phone rang. "Good afternoon. This is The Keep. My name is Tina, how may I be of assistance."

"This is Gabe, returning Em's call from last night."

"One moment, Master." Came the response.

A moment later. "Hey lover!" Came Em's cheerful voice.

"I hate to break it to ya, dear...but we're not lovers."

"Not yet." She chuckled.

I shifted to business. "You called?"

"I need help with a problem. Could you swing by this evening? It's not real urgent, but is still rather important."

"Sure...I already owe you more favors than I can count. We'll be there around eight or so, okay?"

"See you then, lover." She hung up before I could reply.

I then went to the bathroom for a shower. Minda was there, of course to aide me. Afterward, she followed me into my bedroom and knelt. 

This was slightly out of the norm. 

I looked at her, wondering what was on her mind. It was clear to me that she had something to say that was important, at least to her.

"You want to talk to me Minda?"

"Yes, Master. There is something I feel I need to say and a huge favor to ask of you" 

I sat on a stool in front of her. "Go on." I said.

"First, I wish to once again thank you, Master. As silly as this may sound, I really do feel like you saved my life. Both you and Dawn. I have said much of this before, so I must beg forgiveness if I seem to be redundant. You helped me to get out of a terribly disastrous marriage. Yes, Master, I actually did most of that myself, but I could not have done it without you. You and Dawn took me in, gave me a home, gave me your love and showed me a completely new life." She paused for a moment and smiled timidly at me.

"Before last night, I'd gone almost two and a half years without sex. I grew to love and enjoy sex when I was young, Master. Then came Günter and at first it was wonderful. You know what happened then."

"With you and Dawn, I found my submissive nature. And make no mistake about it Master...I am submissive. I am a slave...your slave. You, Master...and Dawn have awoken a sleeping sexual monster in me. I want you, Master...and Dawn...either or both...all the time." As if to prove a point, she reached between her legs and ran a couple of fingers across her slit, then held them out to show me that she was indeed quite wet. "If it were up to me, the three of us would spend the next month or more in bed together pleasing each other."

"Dawn and I have been talking. She is the one that suggested this conversation. Master, I must be honest, fully honest with you. I'm afraid I will miss regular, plain ole' sex, Master. Vanilla, I think you call it. That brings me to my favor, Master. Just one more time, I want just plan ole' vanilla sex. Master, just one more time I want us to make love, not as master and slave...just as...." She hesitated and looked at me hopefully. "...just as Gabe and Mindy. Please, Master...I swear I'll never ask this again."

Outwardly, I kept a straight face...inwardly I was chuckling. Dawn had set her up. Dawn and I agreed very early in our relationship that one night every couple of months; we would set the D/s thing aside and make love simply as a man and woman. Many would disagree with me, but I always believed that to be an important part of any D/s relationship. 

I stood and smiled down at Minda. I reached down, put two fingers under her chin and pulled up gently. She came to her feet facing me. I looked deeply into her dark eyes and kissed her gently. She returned the kiss, caressing my bare chest with one hand and started to fondle my thickening cock with the other. I kiss her again.

"Mas...?" She tried to say.

I silenced her with a finger to her lips. ""For the next little bit of time, I'm just Gabe...and you're Mindy." I kissed her yet again, deeply.

"Gabe...." She breathed softly into my mouth. Her personality seemed to change. She shed her slavery as if taking off a shirt. Now she was a wanton woman in desperate need of being satisfied.

I slowly, gently lowered her to the bed and lay next to her. 

Another deep kiss...our passion building. I was pleased that like her chain sister, Minda did not like to play tonsil hockey while kissing deeply. Our tongues would meet, caress and dance a bit, then withdraw. I kissed her chin, then her jaw and slowly, very slowly worked my way down her neck.

Her breathing quickened. She shuddered with pleasure. "I need you, Gabe."

I got to her lovely little breasts. I sucked a soft, milk-dud like nipple into my mouth and nibbled softly. Again, she shuddered. Then I shifted to the other one. I moved slowly. My plan was to go along with Dawn's set up and let Minda believe that was her very last ever vanilla sex. Moving even more slowly, I kissed and licked my way across her belly. Her hips occasionally jerked. She was panting now. 

I spread her legs and lay between them. I kissed and licked the smooth skin all around the folds of her sweet pussy without actually touching it. Minda reached as if to clutch at my head, but seemed afraid to. I waited...kissing and teasing until she made up her mind. Her breathing became ragged.

"Oh please, Ma...Gabe. Touch me...lick me...suck me. Please Gabe, my pussy's gonna explode!" Her entire body started to tremble. I continued to tease her, brushing my tongue and lips everywhere but where she wanted...needed. I heard a slight noise from the hall. I knew that Dawn had returned and was most likely watching. I ignored her. 

A moment later, Minda finally lost control. She firmly grasped my head and mashed her soaking pussy into my face. I instantly pushed my tongue as deeply into her as I could. I sucked the soft wet folds as hard as I could. She came.

She came probably as hard as she ever had. It was as though a faucet had been opened fully. I could scarcely swallow it fast enough. Her hips bucked. A curious grunting noise issued from her throat. It looked as if every single muscle in her body was flexing at once. "Oh, Gabe...." She hissed through clenched teeth. I'm coming, Gabe...I'm still coming...." A pause. "...can't stop...it won't stop." Her essence continued to flow out of her. She shuddered still again and collapsed, seemingly spent. 

I moved up over her, pressing my rock-hard erection against her soft wetness. I kissed her. 

"Please, Gabe...I don't think I can come again, but I still want you to make love to me. I want you; need to have you inside me." I silenced her with another kiss. I began moving my hips up and down, rubbing my hard shaft on her wet pussy and her clit. She put arm arms around me. She brought her legs up, pressing the heels of her feet to my backside in an effort to hold me tight to her. 

A look of intense surprise came to her face. "Gabe...Gabe...I'm gonna come again!" She gasped in shock. 

Just a second or two before she did come, I dropped a bit and savagely thrust my cock into her fully. She screamed. "COMING! COMING! I'M COMING!!!" And come she did. I could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing and milking my cock. She began to slam her pelvis against mine so hard, it must have hurt. Then I remembered that a bit of pain seemed to intensify her enjoyment. She clutched at my back fiercely. If she'd had longer fingernails, I have no doubt that it would have been ripped to ribbons. There were certainly a few scratches, at least. I ravaged her, pulling out so that only the head of my manhood remain in her, and then plunging fully into her dripping treasure again.

It was almost, but not quite amusing. Even in vanilla, she was at the moment, completely under my control. She kissed me over and over again.

I heard a soft thud and glance over my shoulder. I had to smile. Dawn had been obviously watching us and masturbating. I could only guess that she must have come hard enough for her legs to give out on her. She sat there leaning against the door wide eyed. Her fingers were little more than a blur in the warm wet folds of her pussy.  

Minda, of course was oblivious. Her eyes opened wide and I knew she was coming again. "Coming, coming, coming...." She whispered breathlessly to me.

"Do you like my cock in you, Mindy?" I asked. 

"I love it. I love you, Gabe...And I love Dawn. I love you and Dawn...I love you both more than I can say....OH!" She came again. 

It never ceased to amaze me how good it felt to have my cock buried in a warm wet pussy. Each and every time it seemed to feel better and better. The muscles within gripping and squeezing my shaft were fantastic. I wanted to make her come over and over again. I've never understood why a woman's arousal affects me the way it does. The more excited she becomes, the more excited I do. That may sound a little cliché, but it is the truth. I knew I would be coming myself very soon. There would be no way to hold it back.

"Mindy, I'm going to come."

She lay clutching and clawing at my back. "Still coming, Gabe...that last one never stopped. Fill me, Gabe. Fill me with your cum!"

I jackhammered into her harder and faster as I knew I would be shooting my load any second now. And then....

My cock felt as if it swelled to half again it's fully erect size...I could feel the muscles inside pumping my cum down the shaft. I was coming. Minda apparently felt it too. She gripped my biceps and whimpered. "Yes, Gabe. Give it to me.

My cum sprayed inside her. She quickly wrapped her arms and legs around me more tightly than I thought she could. She buried her face against my neck and let go with a long piercing scream. Her vaginal muscles squeezed...It felt like her pussy was literally trying to suck the cum from my cock. It seemed to last forever. Then her arms and legs collapsed limply to the bed. I assumed she had feinted.

I raised myself slightly, looking at her. No, not feinted. Her eyes were open and locked on mine. After what seemed like a very long time, but probably wasn't, a trembling hand came up and caressed my cheek. "My lover...Gabe is my lover. Gabe. Gabe...." Her smile changed, becoming more demure. "Gabe is my master....." Her other hand came up. She gently and lovingly held my face. "Minda thanks you with all of her heart, Master." Mindy was gone. Now there was only Minda, the slave girl.

Minda and I settled in to recuperate and relax a wee bit. 

Then, with no warning whatsoever, Dawn bound into bed with us. She crawled to Minda and snuggled up to her. "Well, how was it?" She asked Minda with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Mmmm." Responded Minda happily.

The three of us relaxed, snoozed and lazed the rest of the day away until it was time go get ready to go out that evening. 

It was a cool evening, so I dressed in a long sleeved button down shirt; Levi 505's and western style boots, all black...of course.

The girl had taken to wearing matching outfits. Tonight they wore light dresses with bands of sheer silky material. One band, little more than an inch wide in the area of their breasts. The other band in the area of their hips, perhaps two inches wide. The rest of the outfits were fishnet and stopped well short of their knees. Being slaves, naturally no under garments were permitted. They also wore stiletto-heeled boots that came up just short of their knees. Like me, they were dressed fully in black.

We all piled into my vintage black 1970 Ford Mustang Mach 1 and departed.



The girls and I arrived at The Keep at a little past eight. I sent Dawn and Minda to the slave pen. Among The Keep's many feathers was a small area set aside just for slaves and/or subs. It was a place for them to socialize with others, relax and have a good time with no interference from their doms or masters...or mistresses, which ever. 

I casually walked to the back of the place toward the office of Mistress Emmanuelle. 

I got to the outer office and was greeted warmly by Tina, the receptionist. Tina wore a cute little necklace, matching earrings and nothing else. She was the consummate nudist and would never wear any clothing at all, if she could get away with it. She was very beautiful, but her voice was even more so. It sounded light sweet music. She stood and smiled at me. "Go on in, Master. She's expecting you." As I passed her, I noticed another girl kneeling in the corner behind Tina's desk. I couldn't tell much other than she was very light skinned with auburn hair.

I walked into Em's office. As was her habit while working at The Keep, she was dressed provocatively in the extreme. Tonight she had on a black leather bustier trimmed in purple velvet, black thigh-high patent leather boots, and nothing else. Her breasts, pussy and gorgeous round bottom were exposed for all to see. I had known for a long time that she had a strong exhibitionist streak. Em loved to flaunt her 5' 3" 125-pound body. Her near perfect 34DD breasts would make any normal man drool, that included me.

She walked right up to me and as was also her habit gave me a very intimate kiss on the lips. Though I knew she was married, she would always find a way of threatening to seduce me into her bed. And I was never really sure if she did or didn't actually mean it.

"Gabe, as usual, it has been far too long. You're going cause me to start thinking that you don't love me anymore. You know...you some times make me wish I weren't married."

"That's bullshit and we both know it. You and Eric have been together for years." I said in an effort to deflect her flirtation. 

She sighed. "True, but the honeymoon has been over for a long time now." She shook her head as if to clear it. "Anyway, that is not why I asked you to come here this evening. I have a.... She hesitated a moment. "...a project for you. I have acquired a young girl from out of a very bad situation. She needs a firm but fair hand. And you came to mind."




Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 04



"Me?" I asked not liking where this conversation was going.

"Yes, you Gabe. You owe me one, remember?"

"Well...I don't know...."

"At least meet her and take a look at her, please." Em asked.

I gave her a resigned look and a reluctant nod 

She smiled and walked around her desk and pressed a button on the intercom. "Tina?"

"Yes, Mistress?" Came Tina's voice.

"Send that new girl in to me, Tina."

"Yes, Mistress."

A moment later, there a soft knock at the door. Tina came in then stepped aside. The girl walked in slowly. The same one I saw just before I came in. 

She was wearing a sheer, rather plain and unattractive short nightgown. She gave Em as sad, nervous smile, but refused to look at me. She was obviously very terrified of me.

Em's demeanor suddenly changed. She became the harsh, demanding mistress of the house. She looked at the girl and commanded. "Strip!"

"What...?" The confused girl started to say.

Em quickly stepped forward and ripped the flimsy garment from her body, leaving her naked before us. It was obvious she wanted to hide her nudity as well as she could with her hands, but was afraid to. She blushed furiously but said nothing.

"Display!" I barked at her. She immediately assumed a passable yet awkward display position. She apparently did have some training.

I looked at the girl. Exquisite was the word that first came to mind. Her skin was almost ghostly pale, yet managed to look good on her. She was easily taller than most I had seen, at what I estimated to be about 5' 8" or so. Her eyes were a lovely shade of green with a dark ring at the outside of her irises. Her dark auburn hair hung in soft curls to her mid-back. I guessed her weight at 130 or a little more. Very lovely though she probably thought of herself as terribly over-weight. She looked to be about a 36C or maybe a tiny bit smaller...her breasts were nice to look at. And like many girls in the lifestyle, she was shaved. Her mound was smooth and lovely.

She looked to me fearfully as though she didn't want to be where she was. I was sure she was ready to bolt. Something was wrong with her. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

After a few moments of silence, I asked. "Name?"

"This girl has no name other than that the master or mistress gives her." She said clearly very nervous.

"What did your last master call you?" 

"Marie, Master." said the girl. She seemed a little listless, unhappy. Something was missing. I was fairly sure I that I now knew what it was, but did not wish to speak of it in front of her. I waved her away. She flinched as though I'd taken a swing at her, then noticing that she was unharmed, turned and fled quickly, without a word and left through the door into Em's outer office. 

I turned to Em who had been silently watching. "Well?"

"Well, can you do anything?"

"That girl has absolutely zero self esteem. She seems to have no pride in her slavery. Her prior master must have been horribly abusive, at least verbally. I cannot see any signs of physical abuse, but, she has been abused, eh?" I said.

"There was quite a bit of that, but it was more than that. From what I have been told the verbal and physical abuse and simple lack of caring was unlike anything I've ever seen or heard of. If some one tells a girl like her that she's ugly, stupid and useless long enough, to her, it becomes true. Besides, her previous master is dead...died in a house fire. She barely escaped with her life. I've had her just over a week now...she was in the hospital nearly two months before that." 

"I didn't see any burn scarring on her, Em."

"No Gabe...she'd been beaten badly." Em told me. "As near as I can figure out from the police report I read, he came home very drunk and damn near beat her to death. Afterward, he apparently fell down the stairs and knocked over a lamp, which broke and started an electrical fire. She was trapped by the fire and some how managed to get out through a second story window and shimmied down a tree, then collapsed in the front yard.

I thought for a moment. I guessed that the girl had nothing or no one now. "She may be too far gone, Em. I personally feel that she'd be much better off getting out of the lifestyle." I had a really bad feeling about this, but owed Em more favors than I could count. After a moment, I sighed and said. "Okay, I'll give it a try, but I promise nothing. Actually, aren't you better equipped to do this?" I asked her.

"Um...no Gabe, not right now." Em paused a moment before going on. "You see, things aren't going real well at home for me now. Eric and I are getting a divorce." She waved me off as I started to respond. "It's a very long story Gabe. One I don't really want to go into right now.

I looked at Em. "I'm so very sorry, Em. I had no idea." I told her, not knowing what else to say. Her sadness was more than apparent. I knew that she was heartbroken. 

She looked at me silently for what seemed like a long time. Then tears began to well up in her eyes. She tried to speak, and then she started to weep softly. I went to her and hugged her comfortingly.

Emmanuelle began to cry harder, then she spoke. "Eric left a few days ago...and took Kiko with him." Kiko was an exceptionally lovely little girl of Japanese decent. Just out of her teens, she'd been an unbelievably faithful slave girl to both Em and Eric for over a year. Em went on. "It seems that they are in love and want to get married and want to have a strictly vanilla relationship."

This was an Em I was not used to. She'd always been in control and had a commanding aura about her. Now she was sad and vulnerable. I'd never seen her like this before. "Em, you and I have been friends for a very long time...you know I'm here for you, don't you?" 

She sniffed and hugged me tighter. "Actually, I already knew that, but it means so much more to hear you say it." She looked up at, kissed me and cracked a weak grin. "Ya know...you're running out of excuses not to fuck me." She joked, yet her eyes were still sad. She stepped back, wiped her eyes and went to the other side of the room. Then she returned to me carrying a small stack of clothing.

"Training outfits for Marie," She said grinning. Whew! I thought. She's herself again. She handed them to me. "There are three here. That should do for a short time. If you need more, just call."

I nodded and went to her desk, reached for the intercom and hesitated. I looked at her. "Ya mind?"

She grinned and said. "Mi casa es tu casa." Then, winked at me.

I pressed the button. "Tina?"

"Yes Master." Her melodic voice came from the speaker.

"Do you recall what my collar looks like?" I asked her.

"Black and gold, right Master?"

"Very good. Would you please go to the slave pen? There are two girls there wearing mine. Their names are Dawn and Minda. Will you tell them that they are needed here in the office...now?"

"Right away, Master." She said.

Em looked at me only mildly surprised. "So, you finally collared Minda as well? It's about time, isn't it?"

"Last night." I grinned at her.

I set the training outfits on Em's desk and gently grasped her soft shoulders. I looked deeply into her eyes. She smiled at me, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "If there is ever anything I can do for you. Hell you can even call and unload on or blame me if you like...I'm here for you."

She smiled sadly. "The worst part is that I knew all about this...I saw it coming and ignored it." She put her arms around my neck and we stood there and looked into one another's souls for a while.

I have no idea no long we were there like that before there came a soft rapping at the door. I released Em and faced the door slowly as Dawn and Minda entered. They both did the bow/curtsy I had taught them. "You sent for us, Master?" Dawn asked.

I took the clothing from the desk and handed them to Minda. Next, I reach into my pocket, pulled out the car keys, and gave them to Dawn. "There's a girl in the outer office, Marie...put one of those on her...." I indicate the short stack of training outfits in Minda's arms, "...And take her home." If the girls were shocked or disappointed about adding another girl to our home, neither showed it. "I'll be home later." I told them.

"Yes, Master." They said in unison. As one, they said, "Good Night, Mistress Emmanuelle." Then turned and silently departed. 

I looked at Em. "Did you and Eric have a common collar or did you have one of your own?"

"We shared the same one. Why?"

Look Em, I'll take the girl home...train her...fix her if I can, for lack or a better term, but she's your slave. Those are my terms. I will not negotiate." I said in my best 'master like' voice. 

Em looked at me awed, "Yes, sir." She walked to her desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a simple black leather collar, which looked no different from a dog collar. There were very small chrome letters riveted to forming the words 'THE KEEP'. "Will this do, Gabe?" Em asked.

"I suppose it'll work for the immediate future." I looked at her long and hard. Something was different. Then on an impulse, I stepped up to her, took her into my arms and gave her the most intimate passionate kiss I ever had. Her arms whipped up around my neck and returned the kiss with even more passion. I felt especially evil this evening. I reach down and caressed the lips of her pussy circling a fingertip around her clitoris. Suddenly, her legs gave out on her. I felt her juices trickling out of her. Had we not been embracing one another so tightly, she would have fallen to the floor. When she regained control of her legs, she stood and ground her pelvis against me as if she were trying to fuck me through my jeans. A soft, desperate sounding moan escaped from her throat. I broke the kiss and released her. She fell back against her desk, but managed to keep her feet beneath her.

She stared wide eyed at me and panted. "Oh my (pant) God. (pant) I can't. (pant) My God (pant) Gabe. (pant) Gabe, you made me (pant) come!" She continued to stare. "But, why Gabe?"

I gave her my best evil grin and shrugged. "You looked to me like you needed it." I turned to go. "I'm going for a quick beer. Call me a cab, would ya?"

I gave Em a friendly wave and left her office on my way to the bar with her staring after me.

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Later, when I got home, I was met just inside the front door by a very upset Dawn. "Master! Please! Must she wear that hideous rag? It looks like a burlap sack."

"For the time being, yes." I told her. "You're going to have to trust me on this. I do know what I'm doing."

"Yes Master, you know I trust you completely. It's just that she's much too lovely to have to be dressed like that."

"Dawn!" I said firmly but not unkindly.

She looked at me contritely. "Forgive me, Master. I didn't mean to...."

I waved her silent. "Dawn, your heart is in the right place. But you do not have all of the facts...Hell, neither do I. I'm doing a favor for Mistress Emmanuelle and I'll need your help and Minda's as well." 

"Yes Master. As you wish, Master."

I walked into my living room and looked at the new girl. She knelt quietly on a cushion near the middle of the room. I then looked at Dawn. "Has she said much?"

"Not really, Master. She'll answer simple questions, but she won't start any conversations. She's very terribly frightened, Master." She replied.

I moved across the room and stood before her. She looked about the room, keeping her head still. Her eyes darted around fearfully. I could see why Dawn hated the training outfit. Though it was made of soft comfortable cotton, it really did look like a burlap bag with holes cut out for her head and arms. I was familiar with this garment. When standing, it would hang down to the girl's mid-thigh. It was extremely ugly on her, though I doubted if she cared how it looked. I went down to one knee to be able to look her in the eye. 

She flinched and threw her hands up protectively. I remained perfectly still and just looked at her saying nothing. After a moment when it became apparent she was not being beaten, she lowered her hands and looked directly at me for the first time.

"This unworthy, useless girl is sorry, Master." She said barely above a whisper.

I thought a moment. "Marie, do you know why you are here?"

"No, Master."

"I will be taking care of you for a while, girl." I told her.

She looked at me. "May this unworthy slut be permitted to ask a question, Master?" She asked, fear evident in her voice.

I nodded.

"Where is my master?" She asked.

"You don't know?"

"No, I must find him or I will be punished." She looked around the room then back at me. "I deserve to be punished again. I am worthless, good for nothing."

"Marie, do you remember the fire at your home?"

"Yes...I think so...."

I took a huge gamble. "He never got out, Marie, he's gone."

"He's dead?"

"Yes, Marie, he can never hurt you again."

Tears silently began to run down her cheeks

Dawn and Minda immediately began to offer condolences to Marie in an effort to make her feel better. I waved them silent. Again, Marie flinched albeit not as much as before. "You are the property of Mistress Emmanuelle now." This seemed to surprise her. She started to speak, but I interrupted. "Due to circumstances beyond her control, you are temporarily on loan to me for safe keeping."

"As you wish, Mater." She said forlornly.

I stood. "Dawn, Minda, set her up in the half-room. The half-room was a small room in my house. Smaller than a bedroom and slightly larger than a closet. It was furnished with a tiny bed, not much bigger than a cot, a small nightstand with a tiny lamp and an equally small self mounted over the bed. There was also a desk and chair, but nothing else...not even a window. There are nicer rooms I could put her in, but decided against it. Not to be unduly harsh or mean, but to emphasize the temporary nature of her stay. 

"Lift your hair, girl." I ordered her.

She did as commanded and I put the leather collar about her neck and buckled it. To her credit, this time she did not flinch or shy away from me. Although it was obvious, she was still very much afraid of me. I nodded to my girls and they quickly and quietly escorted Marie out of the room. 

What the hell do I do now? I thought. I willingly took on a slave that had been terribly abused, both physically and emotionally. Was she beyond all hope? Probably. I berated myself for allowing Em to talk me into this. I was still worried about her. The divorce was hurting her a great deal more than she was letting on. Em was among my dearest friends and it bothered me that Eric left her. He was a friend as well albeit nowhere near as close as Em. I was for the moment at a loss as to what to do.

I went into the kitchen, grabbed an ice cold MGD out of the refrigerator and headed upstairs to my bedroom. Upon arriving there, I stripped down to my t-shirt and boxers, settled in an easy chair and turned the TV on to the Fox News Channel. Hmm, let me see what the current administration was going to blame on Bush tonight. I thought to myself, chuckling.

I watched the news for a bit, glad to put tonight's events out of my mind...for a little while, at least. After I got my fill of current events, I turned the TV off and opened a book I'd started a few days before. A fanciful tale of a boy and his dragon. 

Later, Dawn and Minda came into the room, both with worried looks upon their faces. "We're worried about Marie." Dawn told me. "She has not stopped crying since you told us to take her to the half-room." Her look became puzzled. "I don't get it, Master. I can't figure out why she is crying. I do not think she is all that sad...or happy...I think maybe she's...." She stopped there apparently trying to think of the right word.

"Relieved...?" I offered.

"Yes, Master! That's it!" She said happily.

"Well...." I said. "...I don't have all of the facts, but from what Em told me, she's been abused...rather badly."

The girls looked at one another, then back at me. Minda spoke first. "Master, may we make a suggestion?"

Dawn picked it up. "We talked with Marie and again between ourselves and...."

Minda continued. "...And with you permission, we would like to put Marie up in Dawn's room for just a couple of nights. 

"Please, Master?" Dawn begged. "It would be much nicer for her and...Also Master...for the first few nights, maybe Minda and I could take turns staying with her. Considering all that has happened...."

"...Maybe she shouldn't be by herself?" Minda finished it. 

I looked at them for a long time saying nothing. Inside, I burned with pride for both of them. I brought a new slave into my home and instead of complaining, they wanted to help the poor girl. They were concerned for her well-being!

I waited, pretending to think over their request. They looked at me nervously. Had they erred? Should they have remained silent? I could imagine such thought racing through their minds. 

Then I spoke. "Very well, it shall be as you say. Dawn, as first girl, you are responsible for her. You will be in charge of her training. She's been through a lot. I suspect she needs to be trained like a brand new slave. Minda, you will assist. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Master!" They said as one. Minda kissed and hugged Dawn, then came to me, repeating the process. "Good night, sweet Master." Then she left.

Dawn came to me, put one arm around me and deftly reached through the fly of my boxers with her free hand. She then grasped my cock...as usual, it sprang to attention immediately. She gave me a tantalizing kiss. "Master..., she cooed. "...I still can't get the image of you and Minda together this afternoon out of my mind." She kissed me again, a long lingering kiss. "Is it my turn now?"

I simply nodded. After all, fair is fair.

"Take me to bed and make love to me, Gabe."

We made love into the wee hours. Dawn is a far more insatiable lover than Minda. She could simply never get enough. Just before dawn, we were relaxing, basking in the after-glow, when Dawn suddenly sat bolt up right. "Wow, what was that?" Her hand went to her stomach.

"You okay?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Yeah...whatever it was, it felt good. I think."

She lay back down and with in moments, we were both asleep.

Three days later....

It was a sunny morning. I sighed...it was yard work day and the grass needed cutting. I went to the garage to get the mower. Unlike many, I prefer an old push mower. My yard, in my opinion is not quite large enough for one of those you ride on. Besides, it's a slightly better than average work out. 

It had been a very warm day thus far and I had been sweating like a thief in a confessional. After finishing the lawn, I reentered the house. I had no sooner closed the door than Dawn threw herself into my arms, weeping. "Oh, Master!"

What the.... I thought. "What is the problem, Little One?"

"It's Marie." She sobbed.

Immediately alerted, I started for the living room where I knew Marie ought to be. 

"No, Master!" She said quickly. "She's okay for now...sorta."

"Then what?" I asked confused.

"Rick, Master. That vile rotten son of a...." She broke down crying again. Rick was Marie's now deceased master...or the dead drunk as I referred to him. From what I'd learned of him, he was physically and emotionally abusive on a scale almost unheard of. 

"What has she said?"

"A lot, Master." Dawn was regaining her composure.

And...?"

"Well, Master, we already know he physically abused her, right?"

I nodded.

"No more than others I've heard of...No worse than Daniel beat me." Daniel was Dawn's ex-husband, who beat her in frustration over his own sterility...then abandoned her.




Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 04



"Go on." I said. My curiosity was certainly piqued.

"What he did was far worse. Between the beatings, the verbal and emotional abuse, he's very nearly destroyed her. Master, she deeply and sincerely believes that she is ugly. She actually thinks she's fat. She truly and deeply believes that she is stupid. Master, she is absolutely convinced that she is totally worthless. She has no pride in her slavery because that asshole killed it! Sorry, Master."

I, of course, suspected this might be the case. She would have to be retrained as if she were brand new to the lifestyle and told Dawn as much. "We must be very patient with her, Dawn"





At that moment, there was a knock at the front door. Dawn and I went there to answer it. It was Tina, Em's receptionist from The Keep. "Come in." I said automatically... and regretted it a moment later. I had no sooner closed the door, than Tina stripped off all her clothing and walk into the living room naked. We followed her there. Once she got there, she turned and handed me a box. I opened it and was impressed. It was a collar for Marie. Apparently, she got it from the same place I got mine. It was a round steel collar, enameled in white. There was black etching that gave it the appearance of braided rope. Exactly like mine excepting the colors. In an Old English font were the words done meticulously, 'Mistress Emmanuelle'.

"Lovely, isn't it?" Tina said in her sweet voice.

"You'd like one just like it, eh?" I asked.

Tina smiled, but said nothing.

Next, she handed me an envelope. I opened it and found a note from Em. I read it.

Gabe,

I should be angry with you, but I just can't be. You took advantage of me in my office the other night and I loved it. As you said, I needed it. I have no choice, but to proceed with the divorce from Eric. I have to protect my interests (the club). 

There is one other thing I have to tell you. We've been friends a long time. You know me. I am a domme, always have been, probably always will be. But I want you to know something. For you Gabe...only for you, I think I could wear a slave collar.

Love and respect,

Em

This was a startling revelation. I'd have to downplay this...maybe find an out...Shit!

Tina looked at me. "Any reply to the note, Master?"

"Just tell her I'll call her in a day or two, Tina. Is there anything else?"

"No, Master. That's all for now."

"Very well, you may go."

With that, she dressed, turned and left.

Later that day, I put Em's new collar on Marie with absolutely no ceremony or fanfare.



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We settled into a routine. The only real change was that Em and my friendship became deeper and closer. There was no romance between us, though I knew Em would not be opposed to that.

Her divorce was going to be a long and ugly one. After a month, almost nothing was happening.

Of course, my focus was on the proverbial home front. A new problem came up. 

Something was wrong. Something wasn't quite right with Dawn, though I had not yet figured it out. She and Minda had become quite secretive over the last week. They would disappear when I woke in the morning, often leaving Marie to get me my breakfast. One thing about having three slave girls in the house is that it becomes nearly impossible to prepare a meal for oneself.

Marie was coming along rather slowly, I thought. She no longer feared me as much since the day I brought her into my home. But, improvement was coming much slower than I hoped. 

I awoke one morning because of a commotion within my own bathroom. One of my girls was weeping hysterically. I was swinging my legs off the bed to get up to investigate, when both of hurried out and knelt before my easy chair. Neither as much as looked at or spoke to me. This meant they wanted to talk to me about something they considered very important.

I got up, donned a pair of shorts and went to the chair. I sat and looked at them intently. It was easy to see that Dawn had been the one crying. Tears still ran down her cheeks. There was something else...fear. She was terrified beyond reason. Something was most certainly amiss. She had never been truly afraid of me.

Dawn looked up at me...clutching something tightly in her little fist. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. All of a sudden, she seemed to turn a little 'green about the gills', she brought her hand to her mouth and jump up fleeing the room. In an instant, I could hear her retching violently in the bathroom.

Minda got up. "Forgive her, Master. She's not herself right now." Then she also fled to the bathroom to help her chain sister.

I waited a moment listening to coughing and retching noises come from the bathroom. I was about to get up and go check on Dawn, when Minda briefly appeared indicating I should wait.

Normally, this would have upset me. After all...Am I not the Master in my own home? Are they both not my slaves? Concern for Dawn overrode any anger I might feel. I can be a strict Master. At times, I can be a harsh Master...I am always a fair Master! Too fair at times...? Maybe. Hey, it works for me.

A short time later, they were again kneeling before me. Again, Dawn tried to speak to me. Again, she was unable. She began crying again. She slowly raised her small fist to me, albeit not in a threatening manner.

Minda carefully pried Dawn's fist open, removed the object, and handed it to me. It appeared to be a short white plastic stick.

I turned it to get a better look. It was, perhaps four inches long and was indeed made of white plastic. 

I knew what it was! The air seemed to be sucked from my lungs!

There was a little window in the side of the stick. I looked and found exactly what I knew I would find.

[PREGNANT]

Dawn was carrying our child! I was going to be a father! Wonder and joy seemed to fill my heart until I thought it might explode. For a brief moment, it was I who could not speak. I looked at Dawn. She had no idea how the news would affect me and still was very fearful.

"You're absolutely sure, Dawn?"

She looked at me and nodded, still unable to speak. 

I grabbed her, pulled her onto my lap and cradled her body close to mine. "This is fantastic!" I nearly shouted.

Relief washed over her face, soon to be replaced with incredulity. Her voice returned. "Dawn's master is truly happy?" She asked as if she still couldn't believe it.

I hugged her tightly. "Silly girl, how could I possibly be anything other than happy? Do you know how far along? What do you want...? A little master or a little mistress?"

"I do not know yet, Master. As far as the other? I hope that she'll be a lovely little slave girl...just like her mommy." She smiled softly. Motherhood would suit her fine. I had no doubt. I'm going to be a father! I wanted to jump up and shout it for all to hear.

I stood, set her on her feet and pointed to the phone by the bed. "Phone! Call doctor! Make appointment! Now!" Was all I said. To Minda, I said. "You stay with her." Then I went to the bathroom to shower.

A couple of minutes later, two sexy naked women joined me in the shower. Dawn hugged me happily and said. "Monday morning at 10:00, Master. Can you come with me...or take me?" 

"For this...you already should know I'll take you."

We continued our shower with me deep in thought. How would this affect our relationship? I could not imagine her continuing as a slave and being the mother of my child. Changes would certainly have to be made.



To be continued....





See...I told you I was going in a different direction with this. And it's going to get more so. Chapter Five in the saga of Gabe, Dawn and Minda is already started. Let's hope it doesn't take as long as this one. As always, constructive comments and criticism is welcome.

DS



Dawn: A Tale of Submission



I looked at her. "Continue" I said. 

"Master, this girl wishes you to know that she will serve you in every way you demand of her. Annie wants to be yours in all ways Master. Master, even though this girl hardly knows you Master, she knows already that she loves you." 

"Love, at this point in our relationship is irrelevant slave." I spoke in a firm voice. "That may come later. Right now, all I require is obedience and total submission. When I command you, you obey immediately, without hesitation, without reservation.....Is that understood?" 

In a soft yet film voice she answered. "Yes Master. As you wish Master. This one is yours to command Master." She smiled seductively. 

I opened the box I held and removed a collar. It was made of steel. Enameled in black and etched in gold. The etching gave the collar the elusion of being made of braided black rope. There was also some very small writing on it. I held it out to show her. She looked at it and there was a slight gasp as she admired the beauty of it. "Read it." I said 

She looked at it squinting a little showing her need for glasses or contacts. "It says, Master 'This slave belongs to her Master" 

I smiled at her. "And you noticed that there is no name on it? Do you know why that is Annie?" 

"Yes Master, this girl knows." She said "The collar has no name because a slave has no name but, the one given to her by her master. Is this slave's name to be changed, my Master?" She had just broken the first person speech rule, and then realized it. But, in this one case, I found it rather charming. "I'm sorry Master...Annie wasn't thinking...Forgive your slave Master." I ignored it for the time being.

"Yes, my little slut...This is a new time in your slavery. The dawning of a new day for you. Therefore, your name is now Dawn to signify that new day. You will answer to no other name. Do you understand that, Dawn?" 

"Yes Master, Dawn understands." She appeared resigned to the change, though not very much disappointed. After all, it truly was the dawning of a new day...a new time for her. 

I reached into my pocket and pull out a small key. I used it to unlock the collar and open it. It swung open, hinged in the front. The hinge was so well made that when the collar was closed it was all but invisible. I stood and moved behind her. "Lift your hair slut." I commanded. Dawn grasped her braid and held it over her head. I reached around her neck and paused a moment. "Once I lock this collar, there will be no turning back Dawn. Tell me if you understand this fully." 

"Master, Dawn already belongs to you body and spirit. Please Master, lock it and make me yours fully." The collar closed with a loud 'click'. Her body seemed to shudder and I heard a very soft moan in her throat. "Master, I am yours." She whispered. "Please Master, command me...use me."

I grinned at her wickedly. "You must be patient. You won't understand but, you are not fully mine just yet. You will be soon though, very soon. I walked to my bag again and took out a hairbrush. I returned to the lovely naked wench kneeling on the floor. I dropped the brush on the floor just between her knees. 

"Take out the braid. I want to see your hair naturally. Quickly girl!" She took out the small black rubber band that held her braid. With nimble fingers the braid vanished in a few seconds. Dawn took up the brush and brushed out her beautiful thick hair carefully and quickly. When she finished it, the hair nearly covered her entire back ending with a little puddle of hair about her small feet. The sight of the girl like this affected me greatly. Like this, she was as sexy and an alluring sight as I had seen in a long time. 

I pointed to the empty bed. "Over there Dawn. Assume the position on the foot of the bed." She rose and walked to where she and did as she was told, climbing onto the bed and arranged her hair so was as it was before. I watch every move she made and when she had settled on the bed I looked her over yet again. That's when I noticed something between her legs. She was obviously very wet. I even saw some of her essence dripping onto the sheets. Even the inside of her thighs were very damp. 

I reached in and collected a few drops on my fingers. She gasped sharply...then moaned out loud...Her body convulsed as if she were about to cum. "Oh Master, yesssss! Use your dirty little slut! Take me Master! My heart is yours Master. My mind is yours. Take my body Master. Make me fully yours. I shoved my wet fingers right in front of her eyes. 

"What is this?" I said trying to sound angry though I was inwardly very pleased. "Can you explain this to me?" She looked at my wet fingers and said. 

"I'm so very sorry Master. It's just that I've become very horn......Forgive this girl Master. Master, your slut has become very sexually aroused."

I nodded still trying to appear to be upset. "And, when did this happen? How did this happen?" 

She tried to grin sheepishly. "Well Master. The when?....It was the same instant Dawn heard the collar lock about her neck. As for how Master? Well, partly from the beating you gave your girl. Dawn is not a hardcore painslut but, most of the time a little pain is a big time turn-on for you hot little slut. It is also that the thought of be truly owned by a man such as yourself has been a fantasy of this girl's for many years." I smiled at her. She had the perfectly true heart of a slave beating within her. I thought to myself again that William was indeed a fool to give me this delightful tiny creature. I thrust hand back between her legs and shoved two fingers into her dripping pussy. 

She was so wet they slipped right in with no trouble. Her reaction, while expected was faster and much more intense than I thought it would be. Her small hands whipped out grabbing my arm and hand, pulling them tight against her. Her hips thrust forward violently. She leaned forward resting her head on my shoulder. "Oh...oh, Master! Yes! I'm your slut...your filthy little whore. Take me now...use me now Master. Make me cum Master! Please Master, I need to cum!" With that, she suddenly went ridged and screamed! Her cum literally gushed out of her all over my hand. 

"Master!" She whimpered as she caught her breath. "Oh Master....Master.....I love you Master!" She apparently like to talk during sex. I have known moaners and screamers and even a few that remained almost totally silent while involved in sexual activities. I always liked talkers and was again pleased with my new girl. Her hips started driving against me again. I recovered from my momentary shock and jerked my hand free of her. Never had I seen a woman, let alone a slave girl reach an orgasm so fast. And very rarely with such intensity. Her own hands had replaced mine and she was masturbating furiously. Her blue eyes were just half-open and she seemed to be lost in some private little world of sexual ecstasy. I grabbed a hand full of Dawn's hair and pulled sharply. She came off the bed and ended up on her feet, her face just inches from mine. 

That brought her back to the here and now. Dawn looked at me puzzled for a moment. Then realization flashed across her face. She dropped to her knees placing her hands softly around my ankles and started to kiss my boots. 

"Oh Master." She wept "Your slave lost control ...she could not help it. It has been such a very long time for me. Please Master; please forgive this slut of yours. Dawn is not truly sure what really happened. She only knows she has displeased her master and it breaks her heart that she has done so." She knelt down further put her forehead to the floor. "Beat your slut Master. Dawn has displeased and upset her master. She needs to be beaten. Please Master; your slave begs to be punished. Master...This brings so much pain to my heart. Master, Dawn just now received your collar. She has let you down. Please Master, I beg you....Punish me...please." 

I stood there, thinking. My thoughts were somewhat confused. Naturally, I was angry with her loss of control yet, I was also extremely pleased that she was so very responsive to my touch. I looked down at her. "Be silent!" I snapped. Yes, she did deserve to be punished. But, that would wait for a while. First I would wait until my temper cooled down a bit. I also remembered that the anticipation of punishment could, at times affect a slave more than the act itself. Also, her continued use of first person personal pronouns was a bother but, she would learn. I walked back to the chair I occupied before. Deciding what to do. 

"Slave!" I said. "I need to relax and think for a while. I'm going to take a bath. Start your duties...come and remove my boots." She hustled over and knelt then pulled off my boots and my socks as if she's been doing it all her life. I stood and began to unbutton my shirt. Dawn was on her feet in an instant. 

"Master! I should be doing that for you. Please Master; permit this girl to serve as she is meant to. Please don't let Dawn fail you again so soon." I could see the shame in her eyes. She did feel as though she had failed. I shrugged and let my hands dropped to my sides. She rapidly unbuttoned the shirt, stepped around behind me and slid it off of my shoulders. She then folded it and placed in on the bed next to her clothing. The girl returned to me and reached out to undo the belt on my jeans. Her small fingers were trembling. After the belt, she began to unbutton the fly and was beginning to push my jeans down over my hips. I heard a small sharp intake of breath as she realized that I had not bothered to put on underwear this day. 

As she knelt again to ease the jean down to my ankles so I could step out of them, my semi-erect cock was only an inch or two from her face. As I stepped out of the jeans, I could fell her warm breath on me and my member began to stiffen more. Dawn set the then folded jeans aside and looked up at me. "Master?" she said coyly. "Master please. Your slave begs permission to touch you." I was curious to see what she would do and simply nodded. Her right hand came up and cradled my balls and started to caress them. The left one gently encircled my shaft and stroked it lovingly. 

"Master." She cooed at me. "Your little slave girl is a wanton whore. She wants to...no, she begs to be used by her new master. I need to have this..." She gave my cock a little squeeze. "...inside me. Pleeeease Master?" 

"You must learn to be patient girl." I spoke like a father scolding an ill-behaved child. "Do you not think of anything but sex? Were you so neglected so much by William? Did you not have any kind of sexual enjoyment while you were with him?" I paused a moment, thinking. There were a lot of questions racing through my mind "Never mind slave, we will talk about that later" 

"May your slave beg one more favor then, please Master?" She was stroking my cock a little faster. I looked down seeing that I was fully erect...in fact, it was as hard as I could remember it being in a while. I was very aroused and trying hard to maintain control over my own mounting impatience. 

"What?" I asked her. 

"Your slave humbly begs her master's permission to kiss it. Please Master, Dawn wishes it with all that she is. Your slut begs her master to allow his slave girl to kiss his manhood." Upon hearing this, I had to confess to myself that my own impatience was winning out and self-control was fighting a losing battle. I nodded once again. 

She smiled sweetly, took a firmer grip on my shaft and brought my cock to her mouth. She placed a soft wet kiss at the very tip of the head. Dawn's mouth opened a little wider and I could feel her tongue caressing the underside of my shaft. She kissed the top of the head, paused a moment. Then her hands went around to my ass cheeks and with a quick pull, my cock was fully in her mouth, her nose pressed against my belly. I had rarely seen myself so completely inside a woman's mouth before. Dawn backed off then and after catching her breath took me all the way in again. 

Enough of this, I thought. I used my knee to shove her back none too gently. I bent down under her arms and pulled up. My slave came up off the floor to the point that our eyes were level. She was much lighter than I had estimated. Her tiny feet dangled freely beneath her. I took a step forward and threw her towards the bed. The startled girl sailed through the air arms and legs flailing, her hair streaming behind her. She landed bounced once and tried to sit up. I was on her before she could get her hands down to prop herself up. I grabbed her hands, interlaced my fingers with hers and pinned them to the mattress over her head. I worked her legs apart and lay on top of her, my cock pressed firmly against her still wet pussy. 

"Yeeesss Master!" She fairly shouted. Use your whore, Master! Do her, do her. Master. Dawn begs you...Fuck her....Master, fuck her 'til she begs for mercy....Pleeeeease! Her hips were moving under me trying to maneuver herself to let my cock slide inside her. She was becoming wetter by the second. 

"Be silent!" I growled at her. "Lay completely still!" She stopped moving and looked into my eyes. She looked hurt, as if my words had broken her heart. Tears were flowing from her eyes. "You simply must learn to be patient. As your Master, you will find that I am strict...sometimes even harsh but, I will also always be fair. Beyond that, honestly, I do not demand a lot of my slaves." I moved my body down some so my hard cock was no longer touching her. "Now, I think you need to do a little explaining. I cannot recall ever knowing a slave with what I can only call a hyperactive sex drive like yours. You act as if you need sex as much as you need air to breath." 

"I do, Master" she said in a subdued voice. 

I looked into her eyes again, nodded and said. "Tell me all of it. Make me understand." 

She hesitated and said. "Master, you told me before that I should speak freely." 

I nodded. "You will learn the limits of that as time passes girl. Quit stalling and tell me." She smiled up me with a mixture of adoration and perhaps some uneasiness.

"Well Master, then Dawn will give you the sexual history of your slave. As you know Master, Dawn has been owned before. Yours is the fifth collar she has worn. And, before that your slave was married for a time to my high school sweetheart. That, Master, was mostly a pure vanilla relationship. Daniel, Dawn's ex-husband, was the first man she had ever been with. Dawn gave herself to him on my eighteenth birthday. It was incredible Master. Dawn had never known that sex was so utterly fantastic. She could never get enough. My friends used to tease me that Dawn should have been born a man. Master, Dawn was insatiable. Poor Daniel couldn't keep up. A neighbor woman who been a friend taught me what she called the fine art of masturbation. That was a great help for a while. But, I still wanted more. 

Sex was on my mind all day and all night. We settled into a somewhat routine life until my ex and I after trying for more than two years were unable to conceive a child. We went though the usual steps and ended up at a clinic where we learned that though some genetic twist of fate that Daniel's body was not able to produce sperm. Everything fell apart after that. Daniel became distant, lost interest in sex. It had been more than a year since the last time he so much as touched me. Then, he started blaming his problems all on me and became abusive. He would strip me 'til I was naked, bend me over a chair and beat my backside with his belt until I had welts and sometimes blisters.. I learned something new about myself that frightened me. When he would first start to beat me, the first few times he struck me it felt so perfectly wonderful that I would be on the verge of an orgasm. It actually felt good and turned me on even more. But, as he went on, he would beat me harder and harder, the pleasure became intense pain. And though I learn to love a small bit of pain, it rapidly became too much for me." She paused and looked at me. "Master?" 

"Go on, continue Dawn." I said as I released her hands and propped myself up on my elbows to listen. Her hands went to my upper arms, rubbing them softly. "He continued to abuse me. Dawn is very surprised that there are no scars from the beatings I received. He made me remain naked all the time except when I had to go shopping".

"Then Master, one day he left Dawn. She came home from shopping and everything of his was gone. Your slave was devastated Master. She even came to believe that it might really have been her fault. Again, the neighbor woman came to her rescue. Dawn told her everything. Even about what the first part of the beatings did to me. She smiled at me and told me that Dawn had discovered her slave heart. Your slave decided that taking all into consideration that she did not want to be hurt again. So, Dawn mostly stayed at home and did not date at all. Oh Master, that was hard. My need for sex did not go way. In fact, I think it got stronger. For the next few years Master, Dawn kept to herself. Stayed home every night and read. Master, your girl was masturbating a dozen or more times a day. But, in all the reading Dawn learned about BDSM and D/s. Master, Dawn knew that this is where she belongs. My first Master...His name was Gregory, collared this one even though he had a slave girl already. For some reason Master, Dawn was always second or third girl on the chain. This is her only time being first. It's this slave's first time being just one slave to a master." 

I had noticed she continued with the first person pronouns however, she was still in her first hours of slavery to me and I guessed that none of her former masters required that of her. Not bad but, I would speak to her about this later. I wanted to hear her story uninterrupted. I was pleased and impressed that she was able to talk freely about this with little or no apparent embarrassment. She continued... 

"During all that time Master, Dawn's desire and need for sex grew even more. She read all she could find about the lifestyle. Read stories, watched videos. It got to the point Dawn was masturbating and every opportunity she had. She wanted, no needed to have a man...a master to use her in all the ways she dreamed about. Sometimes she was okay but sometimes not. I was collared to Master William for a little over six months. The last two, he never touched Dawn. That's why she is as she is now. I did have some....." She paused, then blushed bright red and went on. ".....Well Master, I did have one kind of sexual release. Bridgette would take mercy on this girl and come to my bed if Master was out. Bridgette loves Master William but, told me privately that she is a lesbian at heart and loved being with women more than men. She taught this girl many things and it was all wonderful. Oh... the things that slave girl did to me and what she taught me to do. I learn to love women almost as well as men. But, Master, There are things a man can do that another woman just cannot. Bridgette was not the first. Other chain sisters I had would do things with me but, none were as exciting as she was. That is about all there is Master." She looked at me and smiled softly. "This is why your little slut is such a wanton, insatiable whore." 

I returned the smile and lowered my face to hers and kissed her. Our lips met and opened a bit. I was glad to learn that her idea of passionate kissing did not include jamming her tongue down my throat to play tonsil hockey. Her tongue slipped in 'til it met mine and lingered. Our kiss deepened, the tongues touching and caressing one another. While the kiss continued I shifted my body over hers. 

"The time has come Dawn." I told her as I broke the kiss. 

"Time Master? Time for what?" She asked, looking apprehensive. With one hard sudden thrust of my hips, my cock plunged completely into her. Her eyes flew wide open. Her legs whipped about my hips and her arms around my neck. She was incredibly tight, a lot tighter than I could have guessed and I am only bit larger than average in 'that' department. "Oh Master! Oh...oh...oh....Yes Master!!" She cried out. She was kissing me again. Dozens of little kisses all over my face, neck and shoulders. Her hips grinding against mine rapidly. I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping and squeezing the shaft of my iron hard cock. 




Dawn: A Tale of Submission



I whispered to her. "And now, my sweet little slave girl, you are fully mine." Upon hearing me say that, she held me tighter.

"Master...I am yours Master. Fully yours. All yours! Master, please Master...fuck your little slut. Use me Master...Fuck me Master!" Her voice changed, filled with unbridled passion as I pulled out a bit and jammed back into her, using a slow rhythm. She was breathing rapidly, almost panting. "Ooooh Maaasteeeeer! It's soooo good Master! More Master! Please Master...harder! Faster!" She clung to me as if her very life depended on it. Her voice changed again getting louder and intense "Oh Master...I'm sorry. I'm cumming Master. I can't stop it! Oh Maassssteeeeer!!!" she screamed as she came at that exact moment. She came as before, gushing out, drenching both of us. At this point, I given in to the moment. I kept driving in and out of her, pulling back 'til I was about three-quarters out and then ramming back into her hot, soaking pussy. 

"Yes, yes, yes....." She murmured. Oh my sweet kind Master. Your slut is so very happy.....Oh!" She came again. "Yeeeees!!! Yes Master....Oh Master! It won't stop. I can't stop cumming Master. Oh my Master. It's tooooo goooood. It won't stop master! 

The flow of her juices had slowed but, not stopped. She was right. "Master! She screamed out. Oh Master, fuck your slave. Fuck her until she begs for mercy Master. Oh my God, Master! Oh! Oh! Master? Master? Your little whore is going to cum again.

I looked down at her. "I thought you hadn't stopped" I asked with a trace of sarcasm. 

"I haven't Master" She panted sounding a little frightened but still sexually excited. "This has never happened to girl Master. I'm still cumming but, at the same time I can feel it coming on." I stopped myself and lay still. She groaned softly. "No Master!!...Master, please don't stop fucking me Master! It feels oh so good Master!" I started again slowly then, her body went totally rigid. She buried her face in my shoulder and screamed loudly This time she didn't simply gush...Her nectar sprayed out soaking us both. She held me so tightly, I thought that she might injure herself. After a few seconds, she relaxed and lay back. Her arms and legs went limp. I looked at her face. She simply smiled up at me looking as content as anyone I had ever seen. "Master?" She whispered. "What happened Master?" She smiled weakly. "It was like nothing Dawn ever felt before Master. Will it be like that every time Master? This girl thanks you with all her heart for collaring this unworthy slut." 

I eased myself up and her arms and legs shot around me. "Master!" She said alarmed. Please...Please not yet. It feels sooo veeery good to have you inside this girl. Master has not had his release yet." 

"Little one..." I chuckled. "..the bed is now soaked and no longer really comfortable. I think it is time for the bath I mentioned before." She groaned her disappointment as I rolled off her and to the edge of the bed and sat up. Dawn instantly leapt off the bed and headed for the bathroom. "Please allow your girl to draw the bath for you Master." 

She disappeared into the bathroom and I could hear the water start to run. 

She reappeared after a minute. "Master? She asked softly. "May your slave humbly offer a suggestion? Would it not be better to shower first then you can lay back and relax in water that is free of dirt and soap?" I smiled inwardly and replied. "Very good Dawn. It's nice to see a slave that can think ahead." Another test passed I thought to myself. She went back in and I heard the shower come on. 

After a moment, she came out again, came to where I was sitting and held her hands out to me. "Come Master, your slave wishes to bath and clean her wonderful master." I took them and she pulled me to my feet. She was stronger than a person her size ought to be. Yet another pleasant surprise. I looked down at her and smiled" 

She looked back up at me and smiled at me as well. "Four feet, nine and a half Master...in case you were wondering." 

I laughed. "As a matter of fact I was doing just that. You are a mind-reader too?" She giggled at that.

"Why Master, every good slave girl should know what her master thinks...and wants. Should she not?" She smiled sweetly at me. There was a touch of mischievousness in that smile. She led me to the shower and I stepped in. Still another small pleasant surprise, the temperature of the water was just as I like it. "Master, may this girl join you in the shower to bathe you?" I nodded and Dawn stepped in behind me. She had tied her hair all up atop her head. No pins, clips or anything. I had often wondered how women do that. In my younger days when my hair was very long, I never mastered that little trick. She started at the top, opening the small "motel room" shampoo bottle and went to work on my head. Her height made it a difficult task so, I bend my knees and stooped a bit to help her out. Dawn washed and rinsed my hair and grabbing a washcloth and soap started at my neck and did a very thorough job of bathing her new master. Naturally, I was not a bit surprised that she discarded the cloth and used only her hands when it came time to wash the area around my groin. My semi-erect cock sprang to attention after only a few strokes of her soapy hands. Dawn leaned in closer, kissing my chest as her hands worked on me. "Dawn is so very happy Master. I love touching you...holding you." She knelt before me and rinsed off my groin. "Master, your little slave girl begs to pleasure you. You have already given this girl more pleasure then she could have hoped for...Please Master?" I smiled and nodded down at her. 

Dawn slipped my cock into her mouth and sucked softly on it while her tongue was running over its length within her mouth. She slid it out and licked all around the head. "Master" She cooed "This would have been so much nicer just before the shower. Then I could have tasted you with my juices still on you. Dawn would really like that Master." My cock quickly slipped into her mouth again and she began sucking hard as the shaft appeared and disappeared rapidly. I was astonished as my urge to cum was upon me before I even realized it. She was apparently very good at giving head. It was far better than anything I had experienced before. I could not hold back any longer. I grasped her head, groaned and shot into her mouth. Dawn began to swallow as fast as she could. She moaned softy and happily milking and squeezing me to get every little drop. She then looked up into my eyes. "Thank you Master. Your little slave is the happiest woman in the world right now." She kissed and caressed my softening cock. 

After a few minutes, she rinsed me down all over again to ensure herself that she'd gotten all the soap off me then turned the shower off. She stood, got out of the tub and turned, offering her hands to help me out. I then allow her to assist me. Dawn grabbed a towel off the rack and dried me thoroughly. She hung it up and said "Your slave begs permission to shower and clean herself up properly so she will fresh and clean to sleep with her new master tonight." 

"You may but, a question first." I told her. "I would imagine it takes you a very long time to dry all that hair, little one."

"It does take a little while Master, but I'm lucky. For reasons I do not understand, It take less time than many women with hair shorter than mine. I promise it'll be faster than you can believe."

I turned and left the bathroom went to the bed, pulled an old worn terry-cloth bathrobe on, and sat on the unused bed. Dawn came out just long enough to pick up the tiny purse she had brought with her and return the bathroom. I heard the shower go on again and Dawn was humming softly. I picked up a book that some one left on the nightstand and was quickly absorbed in an epic story about a great war in the late 23rd century. I'm not sure how long I had been reading when I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Dawn had reemerged from the bathroom looking great; she was quite stunning in her nudity. The collar around her neck seemed to enhance her beauty even more. Her hair appeared to be almost completely dry. She walked to the side of the bed, then knelt by the side of the bed. "Master?" she said softly. "You slave begs to join her master on the bed." 

I smiled and spoke "Join me here." I patted the bed next to me. Dawn slowly and gracefully crawled up next to me. I was convinced it was her attempt to be sexy. It worked well enough as her slow movement made her very desirable. She gently worked her head under my arm and laid it on my chest. Meanwhile her finger began working the knot to the belt of my robe. 

That only took a few short seconds and she slowly pulled the robe open. Reaching down to my thickening shaft, she stopped just short "Master? May I please?" 

I grunted my assent and she gently whapped her fingers around and started stroking it slowly. She moved her small body up kissed me seductively on the check and slowly whispered in my ear. "Dawn craves more Master. May she pleasure you again?" Her manipulation of my cock and her warm breath in my ear brought me to full attention as it were. She began to kiss her way down my body, working her way down toward my groin. I knew what she wanted. Or what might have thought she wanted. I knew better even though she did not. 

I sat up, shrugged the robe off my shoulders and grabbed Dawn by her shoulders. I shoved her back hard and roughly threw her legs apart so she lay spread eagle before me. She looked up at me wondering what she might have done to upset me. She need not have worried.

"No slave! It is my turn. I want to taste you and pleasure you to show more of what I like. I like my slaves wanton and ready at any moment. Now, do not think of it as me pleasuring you. Believe me, making a slut cum over and over again brings me more pleasure than you'll even be able to understand. I bent down bringing my face within inches of my goal.

"Master" she whispered "Is it not a slaves duty to please her master? To take care of all his intimate needs without regard to her own?" She seemed to be genuinely concerned. "Please, do not let me fail you Master!" She lay perfectly still, not daring to move at all.

I looked directly into her eyes. "No my little one. Your duty is to please me as I see fit, not as you see fit. It's more than physically pleasing a man. What you don't understand is that, making a woman, slave or not cum brings me great pleasure. I love the look on her face and in her eyes at the moment she peaks. You will learn this in time. So get used to the idea of having many, many orgasms. I will not explain any further than that."

I reached with my right hand down between her legs and caressed the lips of her very wet pussy. I heard a sharp intake of breath from her. With my left hand I gently pushed back the clitoral hood, bent down close and flicked my tongue over the clit a few times. 

"Oh Master" came in a soft moan from her. "Do with me as you will Master....Anything...anything at all. I am yours." Her hands reached down and firmly grasped my head. Holding it down as she moaned again and was talking breathlessly. "Oh yes Master. Don't stop Master...not ever. Your slut begs you my Master. Use me anyway you like." Her hips began thrusting and moving all about. I sucked her clit fully into my mouth and gently bit down on it. "Oh my God, Master!" she shouted "Yes, yes, yes! Oh Master, please hurt me. Just a little Master. Make it hurt just a little bit!" I bit down harder and she began to tremble violently. "Master! Master? Your slut is cumming Master"

I backed off her clit. "No Dawn! Not yet! Do not cum!"

"What? Please, no Master! It is too late to stop it!" she was pleading with me. "I can not stop it now....please allow this little whore to cum Master. PLEASE!" 

"No! Obey me! If you have an orgasm now, it'll be your last one with me, ever."

She froze instantly. Not moving at all. She looked as though the very act of preventing her impending orgasm was in itself very painful. 

"Master...please! You can't get me so close and then say no, Master. It's doesn't seem fair to me."

"There is nothing fair about slavery my little one. Nor should there be. The master commands, the slave obeys...no matter what!

After what seemed to be an eternity, Dawn regained her composure for a brief moment then started to cry inconsolably She threw her arms about my neck, pressed her face to my chest "Please Master, do not release me. Please, I beg you Master, don't send me away. Whatever Dawn has done, she will do whatever it takes to make up for it."

"Again Dawn, you have failed to understand my meaning."

"Again, I have failed you Master" She cried even harder.

"No dawn...you failed simply to understand. That is not the same as failing what I expect." I spoke softy. "Listen carefully. My stopping you from cumming had nothing to do with you doing something wrong. It is nothing more than a way for me to exercise control. Remember, you are now my slave. A master must control his slave. And you did obey me. So, in fact you did very well."

At this time I began to worry about Dawn's self-esteem. Many women in this lifestyle, too many, suffer from serious self-esteem issues. I sincerely hoped that wasn't the case with Dawn. Her concern of failing to please me and her fear of me not wanting her was something her and would have to talk about very soon. 

Her crying slowed and she looked at me trying to smile. "Really Master? Are you saying that you are pleased with me?" I nodded and told her that I was in fact rather proud of her. She lay back down and spread her legs. Her sadness and apparent fear seemed to be quickly forgotten.

"Then if Master is still in the mood, his slut begs to be used." She grinned up at me mischievously. Her right hand went down and spread the wet lips as wide as she could and with the same hand also pushed the hood back fully exposing her clit. "See how wet it is Master? See how it begs to be used? Hurt me again Master. Please...Your slave begs you to use her. She wishes to lose control again. To cum over and over again until she can't cum anymore." 

It was plain to see that the more she said, the more aroused she was becoming. Something occurred to me. In my nearly fifty years, I've never been with a woman with a hyper sex drive as this girl seemed to have and I jokingly thought that with her, and that sex drive, this girl just might screw me into an early grave. Ah, but what a way to go!

I bent over again, buried my face in her sweet treasure. I sucked her clit back into my mouth a bit down again, harder than before. Her body went rigid for a moment. She once again grabbed my head with her hands trying to pull it against her. 

All at once, inspiration struck me. I stopped what I was doing, looked down at her and grinned evilly. I put my finger to my lips to silence Dawn and got up. I straightened up the bed we used earlier putting the thick comforter back on it to cover the wet spot which was most of the bed. She watched my every move looking disappointed but, resigning herself to try to be patient. I pointed to the remade bed and snapped my fingers. "Quickly and remain silent." She jumped to do my bidding laying on the center of the other bed. She smiled with anticipation not sure what was going to happen next but was hoping she was going to like it. Bringing my over-night bag to the bed, I brought out four nylon restraints.

Within moments Dawn was strapped spread eagle on the bed. I made sure she was completely helpless. I then placed a pillow under her head and another under her ass. I smiled as another thought occurred to me. I reached into the bag again, rummaged around and came out with a thick, black silk blindfold. I tied the blindfold snugly around her head.

"Master?" She asked, just a touch of fear in her voice.

"Be silent! Do not speak again or utter any sound without my permission. Do you understand...fully?'

She nodded but, said nothing.

Back into bag I went, this bringing out a pair ornate golden nipple clamps and a paddle. This paddle was different from the others I had. It was very small. Only two inches wide and less that a foot long.

I was ready. The question was, was she ready.

I took up the nipple claps. They were joined by a rather short golden chain. I attached one to Dawn's left nipple. "You may speak now but, quietly. No raising your voice for any reason...Do you understand?"

"Yes Master. The clamp hurts Master." She spoke barely more than a whisper. "Please Master...It really does hurt. But Master, It feels good too."

I clapped her other nipple and tugged lightly on the chain.

"Ow! Master please don't do that!" 

"If it hurts so much, why are you so wet?" I asked stroking her sopping pussy.

"Master...Master...Master." she whispered over and over again. I stopped stroking her. I picked up the small paddle. She was becoming wetter and her clit seemed to swell to twice it's size, sticking out prominently. I brought the paddle in close and started to rub her swollen clit with it. She raised her hips up to gain more pressure on herself. She was still saying 'Master' over and over. I lifted my hand bending my arm only at the elbow. I swung down sharply striking her right on her clit.

"Master!" she yelped "Too much Master, too much. Master it hurts too much....please stop!"

I raised my arm and struck again.

"Your slut can't take it Master! This is too much Master! Please Master, stop!" She struggled against her bonds but, I noticed that she also lifted her hips as high as she though she was wanting, waiting for me to strike again.

I smacked her five more times in rapid succession.

"Please Master...No more, no more!" she whimpered. "Dawn can not take any more of this."I stopped and waited in silence. I picked up the chain connecting the clamps on her nipples and tugged.

"Master?" she spoke softly "that hurt before but, now it really feels wonderful. Please Master, tug harder." I did so and she grunted with pleasure. She spoke again "Why did you stop the other Master? Your slave begs for more."

I said "Did you not say you couldn't take anymore?" 

"That is true Master but, now I can't take it that you stopped. Please Master...more. No matter what I say Master, please do not stop."

I grinned wickedly "As you wish girl." I pulled on the chain again lifting it toward her face. "Open your mouth Dawn." She complied and I slipped the chain into her mouth. "Bite down on this, hold it and do not let go." Holding the chain in her mouth put quite strain on the clamps attached to her nipples. She began jerking her head about put even more strain on it. Her soft passionate moans filled the room. And then she spoke. "Master, you should beat your unworthy slut. Beat Dawn Master. Show her that she is truly owned by you!" All this said though the chain clenched in her teeth. 

I began again, swatting her pussy and clitoris. I started rather slowly, about one swat every five seconds. She grunted with each stroke, begging me to stop and yet every time she'd raise her hips to offer herself to be beaten more. She would then beg me to continue beating her. "Master," she would say "Beat your slave Master...Beat your slut."

I told her "Dawn, I beat you not to punish you but, because I'm your master and I can do with you as I please. I own you...You belong to me!" She really seemed to enjoy what I was saying. I began to beat her pussy faster, up to nearly 30 swats a minute. I continued talking to her as I went on striking her reddening honey pot. 

She began writhing and panting Lifting her ass up higher off the pillow I put beneath it. She whispered loudly between strokes. "Beat... your... slave... Master..... Dawn... loves... her... Master!" She then was somehow able to lift nearly her whole body up off the mattress. "Master! Your... slut... is... going... to... cu.... OH... MY... GOD!!!!" She held her body up and came. It wasn't the gushing orgasms she had earlier but a small steady stream dripping out of her. I still went on with her beating and she was still cumming. I started thinking to myself that she must be multi-orgasmic. After a little over a minute, I stopped. 




Dawn: A Tale of Submission



A moment later she eased herself back down on the bed. She spoke in a dreamy voice "Oh Master....that has to be a whole record as the longest lasting orgasm in history.

I grunted "And here I thought you were having multiple orgasms."

"Maybe Master. It felt like just one long wonderful one."

I set the paddle down and removed the blindfold. She looked at me, smiled sweetly and looked down between her legs.

"Master, look how red I am. It feels like on fire Master. I may cum again. Once again an idea struck me. I reached into my bag and brought out a miniature flogger, a match to my mini-paddle. It had two dozen tiny leather strands, smaller than shoelaces. Dawn's eyes opened wide. "Master, what are you going to do with that? Master, please. I somehow fear that more than the paddle."

I gently caressed her with the tips of all the strands. Then I began to drag the soft leather up and down along her slit including the clitoris.

"Oh Master!" She was panting again. "Master, Dawn thinks she's going to cum again..." The words had just left her lips when she grunted. She stiffened and this time her entire body came completely off the bed. "Oh Master!" she hissed. She came. It was by far her most intense orgasm of the night. Her cum sprayed out, some of it flying beyond the end of the bed. She screamed and then collapsed. She seemed to be unconscious. I became quite concerned about her. I checked her pulse and felt it beat hard and fast. 

Her eyes fluttered open. "Master? Are you here Master?" Seeing me, she grinned. "Dawn thinks she may have fainted, Master."

"You had me worried for a brief moment little one." I told her. I got up and walked around the bed, untying her. The moment she was free, she leaped off the bed and threw herself at me wrapping her arms and legs about me. We fell back onto the bed somehow landing on what must have been the only dry spot remaining. She straddled me grasping my face in her hands kissing me many times. 

Her hips grinding against me, her sopping pussy rubbing on my cock. She grimaced in obvious pain and said "It hurts Master...It hurts but, I cannot stop. It actually hurts too good. Does that make sense? She was silent for a moment then looked me directly in the eyes. "Master...Your new slave girl has something very important to tell you." A brief pause "You have given this girl the sweetest, most sexually intense night of her life. No man, no master has fulfilled my deepest dreams as you have Master. Your slut must tell you that she will do anything for you, anything!" She kissed me lightly on the lips again and went on. "This slave girl means that Master. Anything you heart desires. Your wish is not only my command but, my wish as well. She will would kneel chained and naked before you anywhere...even in public Master. Dawn wants to declare and boast of her slavery to the whole world." She kissed me again, a long deeply passionate kiss. She reached down between us, grabbed my throbbing cock, raised her hips, and then impaled herself upon it. "Please Master...let me love you like this." She was rocking herself, taking me in fully. She would then pull back until only the head was still inside and thrust forward 'til I was once again filling her completely. "All that I am master, is yours. All of me." She moaned. "Use your slut...Do with her whatever you want." A deep moan came from that sounded like a growl. "Master, I..." She was suddenly thrusting her hips violently. "Master! Dawn is cumming again!" And so she did. The gushing fluid that came out was a little less that before but, there was still a lot.

I grasped her hips and began pounding myself up into her. She came again...and then again. I felt the pressure within me. "Dawn, your master is about to cum as well girl."

"Please Master...not yet. Dawn wants to suck you again. Dawn wishes to taste your cum and mine mixed together. Please Master, cum in my mouth."

It was too late for that. "Maybe next time my little slut! But not now."

I grunted as my load shot into her. I'm sure she felt it and came yet another time. 

"Oh Master...Oh yes Master. I am now more yours than anyone knows." She whispered softly and kissed me more passionately than before. "Dawn is truly yours Master."

We lay still for a little while. Dawn got up then and ran to the bathroom. A few short seconds later she returned towel in had. She offered her hands to me and pulled me to my feet once again surprising me with her strength. She dried us both off and led me to the dry bed helped me to lay down. As she did, I removed the nipples clamps. Her hands went up and caressed the nipples. She moaned, froze for a few seconds then looked at me with wonder on her face. "Master, I just came again...only a little but I did cum again. Master, your slave had never cum like that before with stimulation just on her nipples. It was soooo good. She then grabbed a pillow and lay down at the foot of the bed curling herself like a cat into a little ball.

"Dawn, what the hell are you doing? I asked. 

"Master, a slave's place is at the foot of her master's bed, ready to do his bidding."

"Not tonight!" I patted the bad next to me. She then beamed her happiness to me. She crawled next to me and settled in curled up to my side.

"Master, Dawn is the happiest slave in the world tonight." She spoke softly and in only a few moments fell asleep. I dozed off shortly there after thinking I was rather lucky to acquired this gem of a slave.