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Death of a Master Ch. 01

By: dweaver999





Death of a Master Ch. 01



"You, Mistress. I'm yours, body and soul."

"What can I do to you?"

"Anything, Mistress, anything you wish. Please use me, Mistress."

Valerie tightened her grip, pulling painfully at Sally's hair. Sally grimaced and smiled at the same time. "Oh, I will, slave, I most certainly will." Valerie pulled Sally to her feet and forced her mouth to Sally's. They kissed, deep and long, their tongues intertwined and playing with one another. "I've missed you so much, Sally," Val whispered as she released the hair and clasped Sally in a tight embrace.

Sally returned the embrace while moaning and whispering, "I've missed you, Mistress. Tonight, Mistress? Play with me tonight?"

"Yes, tonight. I want to try out our new stocks."

Sally trembled in anticipation. The stocks had arrived over the weekend and Sally had set them up in the sound proofed basement. All day today, it had tantalized and called to her; whispering promises of restraint, pain and denial. Sally enjoyed nothing more than surrendering to her Mistress, to be tortured or pleasured with no control over her fate. 

Her satisfaction, though, came from being Valerie's slave. Each day Sally looked for ways to serve her Mistress. When Sally wasn't confined for the night, she'd learned to rise before Valerie; so she could set out Valerie's clothes for the day, prepare Valerie's breakfast and even bathe her Mistress when she could. Sally tried to make sure there was never anything around the house that needed to be done by Valerie. Early in her 24/7 slavery, Sally craved not having to make choices. She'd looked to Valerie for every choice in her life; what to wear, what to eat, what she'd do each day, who she'd have sex with. As the months wore on though, Sally found that such dependence wasn't enough. Sally needed to know that she'd gone above and beyond for her Mistress. Slowly, she started anticipating Valerie's needs. At first Sally would ask if she could do this or that for Valerie. Later, some things just came naturally. Sally had the sense that change was coming again, but wasn't sure what. She tried to not let it worry her; after all, Valerie was her Mistress and was in control.

"Mistress, dinner is ready now. I made chicken and dumplings."

"Sounds scrumptious. Put one setting on the table and your cushion next to my seat."

Sally skipped off to prepare the table while Valerie checked her personal email. There were several personal emails that she could look at later, as well as one from her Master, Charles. In it, he instructed her to report to Nadine's home on Wednesday night, where she was to put herself in teaching submission to the new switch. Valerie smiled at the prospect. Nadine had already demonstrated a healthy imagination when it came to dominating a submissive. Wednesday should be very fun.

Sally knelt beside Valerie's chair while Val ate. Even after two years, Sally looked so contented in that submissive position. Valerie fed Sally by hand as she ate herself. This simple act reinforced the dependence Sally had on Val. That dependence wasn't one of need, but of choice; Sally chose, day to day, to put her every need in the hands of the woman she loved.

After dinner, Valerie clipped a leash to Sally's collar. The silver collar looked much like the collar Valerie wore, just with a different inscription. It was, in fact, a replica of Valerie's that had been made for the movie, Valerie's Crisis. The crew of the movie had given it, along with the matching ankle and wrist cuffs, to Valerie and Sally as a gift for all the hard work they'd put into advising on the BDSM scenes. Where Valerie's collar had the inscription, "Valerie, property of Master Charles;" Sally's said, "Sally, Valerie's slave." The only other difference was the remnants of a .22 caliber slug embedded in Valerie's.

Val led Sally to the basement, shutting the thick door behind them. The basement was a large open space with a single room off one side that served as laundry room, spare bathroom and toy storage. The main room had eyebolts in numerous places in the ceiling and floor. In the center was a wooden pillar about two feet across, affectionately called the whipping post (their first piece of play equipment). Three other pieces of furniture were secured in various places in the room. A spanking bench, looking much like a vaulting horse, was off to the left of the post. The bench, along with the wheel mounted St. Andrew's cross against the right wall, were more gifts from the movie crew. Fifteen feet behind the whipping post was their newest piece of equipment.

Part of their pay from Hellfire pictures had been invested in a long term CD and the earnings had paid for the high quality toy/punishment device. The restraints could be raised and lowered to accommodate any size slave. The arm and neck holes were padded with soft leather, but fit snuggly, preventing any movement. A gap in the neck padding kept the windpipe free from being obstructed. The crossbar was counterweighted, making it easy to use by any size dominant. That also prevented the crossbar from slamming into place, a much desired safety feature. The leg binders were adjustable, allowing for anywhere from 2 to 4 feet of separation between the victim's feet. At full width, any pussy or cock would be exposed and vulnerable.

Valerie had Sally's legs locked in at the maximum spread in short order. After a quick trip to the storage area, she added a blindfold and gag to Sally's head, just two of the toys she'd packed in a small carry bag. Once the collar and cuffs were removed, she pushed on Sally's back, indicating that she should bend over. Sally trembled as she did, knowing she would become unbalanced soon. She did, in fact, fall forward a couple of inches before Val caught her and lowered her into the neck and wrist openings. When the top piece lowered into place, Sally started breathing faster and pushed against her bindings. Her helplessness sank in and her fingers wriggled uselessly.

"Feeling anxious, my slave?" Val asked. Sally nodded, unseeing. Valerie continued. "You're mine. I'll do what I want, whenever I want. I could fuck you all night, sending you into orgasmic bliss until you can't handle any more. I could whip you until your entire ass and legs were a mass of black and blue and you'd be unable to sit for days." As Val spoke, Sally's excitement increased. She wanted it, whatever it was. She needed to be used with no thought for her own desires. She moaned through her gag, trying to beg Val to start anything.

Val ran her hand along Sally's back, from neck to ass crack. Sally moaned and arched her back as much as she could. Valerie's hands continued to caress her lover, all the while, avoiding the obvious erogenous areas. Soon Sally was whimpering, her pussy and tits primed for sexual contact. She knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Valerie loved erotic torture and had become a master of holding Sally just shy of orgasm. Still, Sally thrust herself, as much as her bondage allowed, towards Valerie's hands, seeking more of what she knew would be nearly unbearable.

When Val stopped, Sally was already covered in a thin film of sweat and her pussy was visibly wet from its own juices. Sally couldn't see what was happening and her mind imagined any number of implements being pulled out for use on her body. In reality, Valerie was stripping herself. Val enjoyed being naked while she gave Sally the pain they both craved. Long gone was Valerie's discomfort at inflicting pain on anyone, especially her lover. Val found the appearance of each mark she laid down on Sally's body to be an increase to her own arousal. Once she was undressed, she picked up a cat with long, soft tails.

When the first lashes from the cat caressed Sally's ass with rivulets of pain, Sally actually sighed. Val was starting soft and slow tonight. That usually meant a long session with several implements. Sally tended to end such scenes sobbing uncontrollably and unable to sit without pain for several days. She tried to show her willingness and acceptance by raising her butt to meet the strokes as they came down. Each stroke brought a reddening to her ass cheeks that started to fade right away. The long pace allowed the marks to almost fully fade before being renewed by another stroke.

Once Sally's skin had taken on a constant red hue, Val stopped and returned to caressing her helpless slave. This time she included Sally's breasts, lavishing attention on them, perking the nipples and areolas up for even more attention. Valerie lay against Sally, listening to her lungs fill with and release their precious cargos of life giving air while her hands played with and pinched sensitive nipples. Sally's moans were constant as her arousal and desire grew under the talented hands o her Mistress.

When Sally's nipples were where Val wanted them to be, she got back up and retrieved the clamps. She brushed the ends against Sally's breasts, watching her squirm at the realization. Sally tried to talk through the gag, but nothing intelligible came out.

"Are you scared of the clamps?"

Sally nodded. She knew they were clover clamps; the kind that wouldn't fall off, but would bite even deeper under pressure.

"Are you begging not to feel them?"

There was a pause, and then Sally shook her head. Val could detect a small sob from her throat. Valerie knew how much Sally hated the clover clamps. Until a few months ago, they were the one thing guaranteed to cause her to beg for mercy. Yet, in the last four months, Sally hadn't begged, not even once, not even in the face of the clamps. Val had asked Sally why and Sally could only whisper, "I can't, I just can't ask you not to anymore. I want to give you everything. I want to want everything you have to give me." It was at times like these that Valerie experienced trepidation at where their lives had gone.

With two deft, well practiced moves, Valerie snapped the clamps on Sally's nipples and let the weights fall. The resulting tug dug the clamps deep into Sally's tit flesh, pulling a muffled scream form her. With the weights still swinging, Val picked up the tawse and laid into Sally's ass and thighs. The twin-tailed leather slapper left deep red marks. The sharp pain this caused made Sally jerk, sending the weights on the clamps swinging like pendulums. Sally made no attempt to stifle her screams, though the gag kept them reduced in volume.

Valerie kept the tawse going for quite a while, at a slow pace. Unlike her Master, Charles, Valerie preferred a slow application of pain, letting the submissive feel each in its entirety and savor/dread the approach of the next one. In Sally's case, the weighted clamps would almost stop swinging when the next blow landed and set them moving again. Tears were leaking from under the blindfold and her sobs were constant. By the time Valerie had stopped this latest round, Sally's upper legs were a deep red and her ass was showing a spot or two of purple coloration.

In this interim period, Val removed the gag and let Sally give full vent to the suffering she was undergoing. Sally bawled openly, giving voice to the pain she was in. When Valerie removed the clamps and the pain in Sally's breasts underwent a renewed surge, Sally wailed in agony. Valerie held her bound lover and stroked her face and hair while the crying continued. It was several minutes before Sally regained her composure (as much as possible under the circumstances). Val slipped one hand along Sally's belly until it reached her pussy. Her palm brushed over Sally's clit while two fingers slipped between her folds. Sally gasped and thrust back against Valerie's hand, impaling herself on those fingers. Val cupped Sally's cunt and rubbed her hand back and forth, slowly fucking Sally with her fingers.

Sally whimpered and moaned, soaking in the increasing arousal as she rocked against Val's hand. She was fearful that Valerie would stop short of her orgasm, making her suffer denial on top of the pain. Even after over two years, Valerie still got her biggest thrill from inflicting orgasm denial on Sally. The idea of turning pleasure into a torture appealed to Val. Sally struggled to move past her fear, to accept whatever happened. She'd seen Val's face when Val had denied her in the past and knew the joy it gave her Mistress.

Soon Sally was trembling at the approach of her climax. Valerie was holding her on the edge, keeping Sally incredibly aroused but preventing her orgasm. Lost in her pleasure, little whispers of pleading were escaping as Sally begged for her orgasm. Val placed the gag back in place, holding it with her free hand, but not cinching it into place this time. Understanding, Sally stopped begging and sank into the pleasure, letting it take her over. When Valerie stopped, Sally's orgasm still on the horizon, Sally simply wailed through the gag for the loss.

"You're so beautiful like this, Sally."

"Thank you, Mistress," Sally managed to gasp.

"I'm going to hurt you some more."

"Anything you want, Mistress. I'm yours, so totally yours."

Valerie picked up a bamboo cane and slapped it against Sally's thighs, leaving a red slash behind. Sally gasped in shock, letting out a keening sound when her breath came to her. Valerie's technique was very different from Charles'. Valerie's Master used the cane as his ultimate expression of pain. Each stroke he laid down pulled screams from his submissives and left full blown welts behind. He rarely gave more than five strokes with the thin, wooden instruments. Valerie had gone out of her way to get training on lighter cane use from Sir Tom, a dominant she'd worked with when Charles was out of town two years ago. Yes, her blows were painful, but it was a different type of pain. This sharp pain faded quickly to a heat that suffused the entirety of Sally's legs and ass. Given slowly, with a fair amount of time between strokes, Sally's arousal actually grew (that never happened with Charles).

As the strokes slowly came, Sally was shedding tears and trying to raise her ass or legs to invite them. When the first landed in the inside of her thigh, her head jerked up and she tried to spread her legs even more. Her cunt was on fire, arousal roaring through her body, centered on her pussy. Little drops of cunt juice rolled down her legs, stinging when they encountered the red slashes being laid down on her legs. Valerie kept up the slow pace, each stroke landing on the inside of her legs, until Sally was writhing and moaning. When Sally couldn't take the suspense any more, she pleaded, "Mistress, please, Mistress."

Sally and Valerie could never tell whether Sally was begging for more or for less when she pleaded like this. This time, Valerie gave one last stroke, this one straight up against Sally's pussy, just as Sir Tom had taught her. Sally peaked over that edge and started into her orgasm; her body shuddering and her voice crying out. Valerie dropped to her knees and attacked Sally's cunt with her tongue. The additional stimulation propelled Sally's orgasm to extreme lengths, well over a minute.

When Sally came down from her high, Val released the foot binders and then opened the stocks themselves. Half carrying the exhausted and sore woman to the couch/bed near the door, Val let Sally lay down on her front and started giving Sally a massage with a medicated body rub. Stiff muscles relaxed while the lingering pain was helped into that warmth that made submissives glow after a hard scene. As she became more aware of her surroundings again, Sally realized something.

"Mistress, would you like me to…"

"Yes, you do need to pleasure me."

Valerie crawled on the bed, putting her legs around her slave. Sally brought her hands under Val's hips and pulled her Mistress' pussy to her lips. Her tongue snaked out to lap at the plentiful fluids that Val had generated over more than an hour. Valerie sighed as Sally's expert tongue teased and tantalized her sex with feather light strokes. Valerie's excitement grew little by little; reaching new plateaus of pleasure every few minutes. Val gripped the edge of the bed and steeled herself to wait until Sally had drawn a climax from her with exquisite slowness.

Thirty minutes later, Val was in tears from being so close to an orgasm for so long. Her pussy was aching from a need to be fucked; her cunt was sopped with her own juices and Sally's saliva, while her clit was poking out of its hood, begging for another touch. When Sally stuck three fingers in Valerie's pussy, Val cried out with partial relief. Sally's fingers began a slow stroking, rubbing against the inside of Valerie's cunt while Sally's tongue renewed its acquaintance with Valerie's clit. Valerie's hips arched off the bed and started to fuck back. It took only a matter of minutes before this finger-fucking sent Valerie over the edge. Valerie screamed deliriously as pleasure exploded from her cunt to encompass her entire body. Sally pulled even more out of Val by keeping her tongue on the clit as the orgasm wracked Val's body.

When the climax finally subsided, Sally crawled up next to her Mistress and they cuddled for a while. No words were exchanged, yet anyone watching would have no doubt of their love for one another. Silently, they walked back upstairs where they showered and went to bed. The next day, Sally would spend time cleaning and sterilizing the equipment and toys they'd used.

Tuesday morning saw Valerie back in her office, dealing with the day to day affairs of running the advertisement department of the company. At noon, she had her weekly lunch with Calvin Freshin, editor of The Pony's Paddock. Their lunches were part business and part personal. Calvin was a dominant and had dominated Valerie on a few occasions, usually the result of winning her at Mephisto's monthly auction. As they left the building, Valerie noticed Calvin grimacing.

"Calvin, is there anything wrong?"

"I've been having stomach pains the past few days. It passes quickly for the most part."

"You should see a doctor. There's no telling what it is."

"Oh, that's not necessary. It never stays around long enough to be a problem. I watch what I eat; try not to upset my stomach much."

Valerie recognized the signs of male stoicism and hoped it wouldn't get him into much trouble. As they were looking over the menus, she asked, "How's Susan doing?"

"She's doing well. I gave her some serious welts and bruising over the weekend." Calvin was an acknowledged sadist, taking enjoyment from inflicting pain on others. Susan was his slave and outlet. Valerie had talked with Susan on numerous occasions and knew that the submissive was very happy as Calvin's helpless slave. Calvin continued with, "She's hoping you can come by and see her coloring before she heals much more. She's at that stage were the bruising takes on that wonderful yellow, purple and red coloring."

"Calvin, you're so lucky to have found Susan. Not every sadist has their very own masochist to play with. I'll bet you haven't put her on light duty, have you?"

"Of course not. Watching her struggle through her chores while her body aches is just as much fun as making that body ache in the first place. You know, she's actually more responsive during sex when she's hurting than when she's not."

"I may stop by to visit after work, if you don't mind."

"Of course, feel free. You can even avail yourself of her service if you want."

The rest of their lunch talk focused on work issues. Of all the editors, Calvin took the most direct interest in the ads that ran in his magazine. He believed that those who were into animal play were more passionate about their fetish than those with other interests. Consequently, they responded stronger to both good and bad ads. The increase in his readership since Valerie had been hired seemed to support that view. In the past two years, circulation for The Pony's Paddock had increased by 75 percent, while the other titles had seen more modest increases.




Death of a Master Ch. 01



That evening, after letting Sally know she'd be home late, Valerie followed Calvin to his place. Waiting for him just inside the door was Susan, naked and kneeling. Her breasts were covered in welts while her arms were purple and red from deep bruising.

"Welcome home, Master. How may I serve you tonight?"

"Fetch Valerie and myself a drink, then finish dinner. I'll have a martini. Valerie?"

"I'll have a Tom Collins."

"Yes, Master."

Susan rose and went to do as she'd been told, letting Valerie see her back. Susan's ass and upper legs were covered in a criss cross of welts that had been obviously left by a cane. Her back was well bruised by something with a softer strike, one that didn't leave individual markings. Calvin led Val to the living room which served as his entertainment center and play room. While one wall had a large screen TV and associated entertainment systems, a second wall had a St. Andrew's cross mounted on it. A selection of whips, floggers and canes were arranged on shelves to either side. Clearly, Calvin felt no need to hide his fetish in his own home.

It was only 15 minutes after they'd arrived when dinner was finished. Susan served them a meal of stuffed peppers, a rice pilaf and asparagus. Like Valerie did with Sally on many occasions, Calvin made Susan eat from the floor without her hands. The apparent cruelty was belied by the joy apparent on her face. Valerie could sense the love the two had for each other. She knew most of the world wouldn't understand how it was possible to so brutalize someone you loved. It was only Valerie's long association with both that made it possible for her to understand this apparent dichotomy.

After dinner was finished and Susan had been allowed to clean herself, Calvin addressed her in his best dominant tone of voice. "Susan, I'm giving you to Valerie tonight. She can use you in any way she chooses."

"Thank you, Master." Turning to Valerie, she crawled on her knees and kissed Valerie's feet. "How may I serve you, Mistress?"

Valerie could see Susan's pussy visibly moistening as she knelt there. "To the cross, slave!" Valerie commanded.

Susan leapt to her feet and ran to the cross, stretching herself out on the crossbars. She trembled with a mixture of excitement and fear. Valerie walked over and used the straps that were already there to bind Susan firmly to the cross. She pulled the straps tight enough for Susan to wince under their pressure. Once bound, Susan experienced pleasure as Val started to caress every exposed inch of her skin. Val didn't know Susan's body as well as she knew Sally's, but that didn't offer much of an inhibition to Susan's rising arousal.

Soon, Susan's body was covered in a sheen of perspiration and she was moaning uncontrollably; trying to thrust her body to somehow receive more stimulation than Valerie was giving her. Her bindings, however, were tight and total. She could only move her head, fingers and toes. Still, Val caressed and fondled the helpless slave, driving her need and desire even higher without release. When Susan finally broke down and begged, "Mistress, please, let me cum, I need to cum," Val was surprised that it took over 30 minutes to reach that point.

Val's hand lightly caressed Susan's cunt while she answered. "You can cum, but there'll be a price. Will you pay the price to cum?"

"Anything, Mistress, I'll do anything."

"I know you will."

With that, Valerie plunged three fingers deep into Susan's pussy, thrusting with great force while the palm of her hand rubbed roughly against Susan's clit. Val was almost lifting Susan against the bindings of the cross. As Susan started to moan and cry out, Val leaned in and kissed her, capturing Susan's outbursts while raping her mouth with her tongue. Valerie brought her free hand up from behind to grab a handful of Susan's hair and pull it tight, holding the head as immobile as the rest of her body. When she came, Susan strained against the straps, turning the skin beneath white from the pressure. Her mouth opened wide in a scream rendered nearly soundless by Valerie's mouth. Val kept the hand fuck up for almost a minute, until Susan's moans and cries morphed into cries of distress, as her now overly sensitive clit was complaining about the continued stimulation.

As Susan came down from her ecstatic high, Val backed away and took a crop from the wall. She turned to the gasping slave, saying, "It's time for the price."

"Mistress, use me any way you wish. My body is yours right now."

Val brought the crop down and caught Susan's nipple with the end. As Susan screamed in pain, Val struck the other nipple with as much force. Four more times Valerie swung the crop, each swing catching only the nipple. When she stopped, Susan gasped a, "Thank you," out between her sobs. Val replaced the crop and turned to Calvin.

"Calvin, thank you for dinner and an enjoyable evening. I need to be getting home, though. See you at work, tomorrow?"

"Of course. I enjoyed having you over. We should get together with our slaves and play some tag team mastering."

"That does sound like fun. I'm sure Sally would enjoy it as well. Have a good night, you two."

Valerie drove home and was met at the door by her own slave. Sally was kneeling when she walked in, dressed in a simple tunic that hung a couple of inches below her pussy when she stood. From the kneeling position, Sally's pussy was just barely covered. It pulled against her breasts, highlighting the nipples and their rings.

"Good evening, Mistress. Did you have a good night?"

"Yes, Susan looked lovely in her bruises, though not as lovely as you are, love."

"Thank you, Mistress." Sally rubber her face against Valerie's hand, smelling Susan on it. Smiling, she commented, "I see you got a chance to play with her as well."

"Yes, I worked her up until she was begging and then forced an orgasm from her."

"Ooo, sounds yummy. Did you take your pleasure from her?"

"No, I left her bound with Calvin."

"Would you like me to…?"

"Not tonight. I just want to cuddle."

And that's what the two women did the rest of the evening. With soft music in the background, Val and Sally snuggled together and enjoyed being near each other. Some petting occurred, but there wasn't any urgency created and they retired for the evening in each other's arms.

The next morning came too soon and Valerie dragged herself from bed to prepare for work. Sally, as normal, made breakfast for her Mistress and had everything ready for Valerie as she prepared for the new day. Valerie arrived at the office with the expectation that her day would be another one of routine. Such was not to be.

It happened at 11:13 in the morning. Valerie was just leaving the building's women's room when she heard a cry of pain from down the hall. Rushing down, she saw Calvin Freshin on the ground, holding his side in agony. His secretary, Mary Carstares, was dialing the phone. Val knelt down beside him. He looked feverish and barely conscious.

"Calvin, what's wrong?"

There wasn't a response, merely moaning. Behind her, she heard Mary talking. "He just collapsed, holding his side. Yes, he's breathing. No, I don't see any blood. Yes, 1632 Marietta, suite 23. Please hurry."

"Mary, what happened?"

"I don't know. He's been complaining all week about feeling under the weather and how his side is always a little cramped. He was bringing some papers out for me to go over and he just cried out and collapsed. I don't think I've heard that loud a cry of pain from any submissive at Mephisto's."

Mary, while not into BDSM herself, had a curiosity about all things sexual. She'd gone to Mephisto's to watch and try to understand just what the players in the scene got from it. Val was waiting for when Mary decided that the best way to understand it was to experience it.

"There's good pain and bad pain. Calvin's clearly in the middle of bad pain. Was his cramping worse this morning?"

"I think so, but he wasn't saying much about it. I don't think he wanted to admit how much he was hurting."

"Typical macho bullshit. We've got wonderful health coverage that he should have been using…"

It was then that the emergency crews burst in and moved in on Calvin. Valerie and Mary stood back and watched the professionals do their job. While neither woman could follow most of the jargon passing back and forth, they both gasped at the phrase, "ruptured appendix." Soon, Calvin was adorned with IV lines and a variety of life sign monitors. His stretcher was wheeled out and the staff, which had gathered in the meantime, was left wondering how he would do. It wasn't long before everyone wandered back to their offices. Mary signaled Val that she needed to talk.

"Ms. Burbon, what should I do about his appointments?"

"I suppose you'll need to reschedule them."

"I know, but two of them are time critical. He was going to give final approval or non-approval to a couple of proposed articles for The Pony's Paddock. They're both large, multi-chapter articles. It's a big commitment of page space."

"What'll happen if they both are left holding?"

"We'll have to find smaller spots to fill the page counts. We don't have enough things on file to fill the space."

"Mary, just how familiar are you with the day to day operations of the magazine?"

"I know everything about it, ma'am. Isn't that what a secretary is supposed to do?"

"Yes," Val said with a smile. Valerie had known secretarial personnel who would be horrified at Mary's attitude. "Talk with the people yourself and make the decision you think Calvin would make. You've worked for him for two years now; I'm sure you have a handle on how he thinks."

"Can I do that?"

"Yes. If anyone questions you, send them to me."

"Ms. Burbon, shouldn't someone call Susan and let her know what happened?"

"Oh my God! I hadn't thought of that. I suppose we will. Let me handle that. Susan may need someone to take her to the hospital."

"Okay. Ms. Burbon, thank you for the confidence. I won't let Mr. Freshin down."

"I know you won't."

Val returned to her office and picked up her work where she left off. When she had a break between appointments, she buzzed June.

"June, can the rest of my appointments be put off?"

"Yes, ma'am, they're all internal meetings."

"Good; call everyone and let them know I'll be out the rest of the day."

"Right away. Is there anything I need to be aware of?"

"No, I just need to check on Calvin's slave, Susan. She has standing orders to not answer the phone, so I'll need to tell her in person about Calvin's collapse."

"I see."

In the two years June had been working for Valerie at Delgrasi, she'd become used to the casual talk of Masters and slaves; as well as a wide variety of other sexual topics. June had that most coveted of skills for secretaries; the ability to ignore the content of the work when it would otherwise get in the way of doing her job. Val considered herself lucky to have gotten June back after the fiasco at Branford and Gashune.

Valerie drove to Calvin's house. The editor and dominant lived in a secluded Victorian house, surrounded on three sides by rows of trees. Valerie wasn't sure where his money came from, but she did know that Calvin was independently wealthy. His work at Delgrasi was the result of being unable to be idle. Just how wealthy he was was a matter of speculation since he didn't flaunt it.

A naked Susan answered the door. Her mouth was gagged with a full coverage gag, a penis variety if Valerie knew Calvin. When Susan saw who was at the door, she knelt and inclined her head, waiting for orders. Susan was a 24/7 slave with no limits, as far as Valerie had been able to determine. She'd seen Susan whipped and caned until blood ran from the wounds and she'd seen Susan given freely to others sexually. Val knew that there were many times Susan accepted things that she clearly had no liking of. Briefly, Val wondered if she'd ever reach that level of submission with Charles. The idea appealed to, and frightened her.

"Stand up, Susan; I'm not here as a Mistress. May I come in?"

Susan stood gracefully, the marks from her earlier whippings rippling against her skin. She led Val to the main living room with its play equipment prominently displayed. Susan brought Valerie a glass of water and inclined her head as if to ask, "Is this what you want>"

"Thank you, Susan. I need to take your gag off; we need to talk."

Susan shook her head violently; trying to get across the knowledge that she was under orders not to remove it.

"Susan, you need to go to Him. He suffered a ruptured appendix and is probably in surgery now. I need to take you to the hospital and they won't understand the gag."

Susan's eyes widened as she took in the news. She rushed to a small desk and pulled a key out of a drawer. She knelt again at Val's feet and held the key up. Val smiled and took the key. When Susan bowed her head forward, Valerie unlocked the small padlock that held the gag in place. When Susan looked up again, there were tears in her eyes.

"Will Master be alright?"

"I hope so. The rupture will cause an infection and he'll have to stay at the hospital for a while, I suspect. Pack up anything you think he might want or need while he convalesces and I'll take you there."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

Susan ran off to pack, leaving Valerie sitting by herself. When Susan returned 15 minutes later, Val could only smile. Susan had packed an oversized laptop bag, no doubt with enough equipment to make his hospital room a miniature office; as well as a larger garment bag with far more clothes than the nurses would allow him to wear. Susan herself, however, was still naked.

"Susan, they won't let you in like that."

The slave looked down at herself, only now realizing she was undressed. She blushed over her entire body.

"I suppose not, Mistress. I don't go out much with vanillas. When Master takes me out, he likes me revealed. Would you pick something out for me? I don't feel comfortable any more, picking my own clothes."

"I'd be happy to. Show me what you've got."

Susan led Val to her bedroom. The name was a misnomer since there wasn't a bed in it. In one corner was a futon mattress with a chain hanging from a hook nearby. In another corner was a cage, its walls bolted to the floor. The cage was only a three feet cube, small enough that the five foot, seven inch Susan would be unable to lie or stand in it. Several anchor points were welded to the bars. Valerie tried to imagine being locked in such a cage and shuddered.

Susan opened the walk in closet and waved Valerie in. Clearly, Calvin liked to dress his slave up in a wide variety of outfits. It was just that most of them wouldn't pass legal muster out on the streets, and many of those that would were designed to make Susan the center of everyone's attention. When she made her choice, Valerie thought it ironic that the least attention calling garment was also the most clearly slave-like.

A simple, cotton pullover covered Susan's torso and midriff. The hem came down halfway between Susan's hips and knees. A simple cotton belt tightened the piece so that Susan's curves and breasts were accentuated. Valerie insisted on a brief pair of panties, almost a thong, to prevent any unintended flashing of pussy. Valerie added a pair of sandals to complete the outfit. As Susan stood there, hands clasped in front and head down, her collar very visible, she was the dictionary picture of a John Norman Gorian© slave girl. Valerie smiled at a thought of how Sally would react to such a choice. Sally hated Norman's Gor© series and couldn't understand how anyone would choose to emulate the Masters and slaves from that fictional universe.  

"Susan, you look lovely in that. Do you think anyone will recognize the literary reference?"

"I wouldn't want to speculate, Mistress."

"I didn't think so. Come along, slave. Your Master awaits you."

As they drove, Valerie tried to prepare Susan for what was to come. "Susan, you know Calvin set you up with his power of attorney, right?"

"Yes, Mistress. I just never thought I'd have to use it."

"Are you up to this? You'll have to be the one telling others what to do for Him."

"I think so. After nearly falling apart as his secretary that one time, he's made it clear that he expects me to be forceful about seeing to his wants and needs." She paused for a moment. "It's so hard, Mistress."

"I know, trust me, I know. Just remember that you're passing on his wishes."

"I'll try, Mistress. Can you stay with me?"

"Not for long. I have my own slave obligations to attend to."

"How do you do it, Mistress? How do you dominate and be submissive at the same time?"

"The key is that I don't. I'm not dominating anyone when I submit to Master. I only dominate Sally. I can do that because I love her so much. I doubt I could dominate anyone else; certainly not to the extent I do her. In some ways, I'm submitting to Sally's need for a total Mistress instead of just dominating her."

The rest of the trip was made in silence. Val parked in the hospital's garage, putting the ticket in her purse. Susan walked just behind her as they threaded their way to the main building of the medical complex. When they reached the emergency room, it was a bustle of activity. Several people, both behind curtains and in the waiting seats, were moaning in discomfort. A police officer was standing next to one of the closed curtains. When they reached the main desk, the man behind it looked up.  

"What's the nature of your emergency?"

"Calvin Freshin was brought in earlier today. Could you tell us where he's been taken?"

"I don't have that…" Paramedics wheeled a stretcher in and the man turned away from them. "Take her to bed six; Doctor Morton." Turning back to Valerie, he added, "You want main reception. If he's in the system, they'll know where he is."

Knowing they wouldn't get any more here, Valerie and Susan moved away and navigated the labyrinthine corridors until they found the main entrance. Ironically, they'd passed the front entrance on their way to the emergency room. At the main desk, they encountered a matronly woman with a pleasant smile.

"Good afternoon. What can I do for you?"

"Calvin Freshin was brought in today with a ruptured appendix. Can you tell us where we can find him?"

"Are you family?" she asked while typing away on her computer.

Val looked at Susan who swallowed once and stepped forward. "I'm his sla…girlfriend."

"I'm sorry, dear. You have to be actually related to him for me to release any information."

"But, I have his things. He'll need them. He'll want to see me."

"Once he's in a regular room, you'll be able to visit him during visiting hours. Until then, I can't violate his privacy."

"What if Susan had a power of attorney?" Val asked.

"That would be different, of course." She turned to Susan. "Do you have such a thing?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's right here."

Susan reached into one of the pockets of the laptop case and pulled a document out. A notary seal was prominently visible on the lower corner. Susan handed it to the receptionist. She looked it over with a practiced eye.

"It seems to be in order. Well, he's in surgery right now. He's scheduled to be taken to the ICU afterwards. Apparently he has a serious infection. Nothing's been planned beyond that. Do you have a preference on rooms?"

"Private, please, with a second bed. I'll be spending most days and nights with him."

"They won't let you into ICU; it's a sterile environment. I'll book the room now so you'll have someplace to stay yourself. Do you have his insurance information? He wasn't in any condition to give it himself."

"Yes, right here."




Death of a Master Ch. 01



Susan handed the papers to the lady. Several minutes passed while she entered information in. When she finished, she handed the paperwork back to Susan.

"His room will be 1234. Surgery is on the fourth floor. You won't have any trouble finding the waiting area. I have you flagged as an unspecified relative, so you shouldn't have to go through this again."

"Thank you."

Susan looked up at Valerie who smiled back at her. As they walked towards the elevators, Susan seemed to collapse in on herself. While they waited for a car to arrive, Val took hold of Susan's arm.

"Susan, you did great out there. Calvin would be very proud of you."

"It was so hard. I felt like I was going to pass out. If I hadn't been doing it for Master, I don't think I could have done it."

"But you did, that's the important thing. Let's get his stuff in the room before we head to surgery."

On the twelfth floor, room 1234 was easy to find. Inside the two-bed room was a young lady putting sheets on the beds. She looked up when Val and Susan entered.

"May I help you find something?"

"Is this Calvin Freshin's room?"

She looked at a clipboard before she replied. "Yes it is. And you are…?"

"Susan Thinkle. I'm his sla…girlfriend. I'll be staying with him."

"That explains the private two-bed room." The girl looked at both Susan and Valerie closer. Val, used to it after years, could tell she was looking at their collars. She seemed to be fighting with herself over whether to say anything. Val tried to smile encouragingly. The silence ended when the girl asked, "I'm sorry if this is rude, but are you his…submissives? I couldn't help noticing the collars. They're slave collars, aren't they?"

"Yes," Val answered, "They are slave collars. Only Susan is Calvin's. I have another Master. Are you interested in D/s?"

"My boyfriend and I play Master and slave in the bedroom. I've never met another…"

"I'm Valerie Burbon. It's a pleasure to meet you." Valerie walked up and extended her hand. The girl, whose name tag said, Shirley, took it. She stared at the inscription on Valerie's collar, "Valerie, slave of Master Charles."

"Are you his…slave…all the time?"

"Not really. I'm available to Him whenever he wishes, but I'm my own woman and I have a career and life of my own as well. Susan, on the other hand, is Calvin's all the time. Isn't that right, Susan?"

Susan, at ease while talking to other submissives about slavery, smiled and nodded her head. "Oh yes, I'm his property 24/7. It's just right for me. I can't imagine being anything else."

In a hushed voice, Shirley asked, "What's it like, being his slave all the time?"

"It's heaven. I only have to worry about one thing: is this what He wants? Will this make Him happy? It's hard too. He's very demanding and has a sadistic side. I wouldn't have it any other way. Are you thinking about 24/7?"

Shirley nodded, biting her lower lip.

"Make sure you're ready to take that step. You'll know you are when it's time. I haven't regretted a day since Master collared me."

Shirley showed Susan where to store the stuff she'd brought for the stay. Valerie watched as Susan gained in confidence. Like many submissives, Susan was at her best when actually doing those things her submission required. Knowing she was serving Calvin helped Susan tremendously. Soon they were down on the fourth floor, in the surgery waiting area. A nurse talked to Susan, finding out just how long Calvin had been showing symptoms. Valerie was shocked to overhear that Calvin had been having abdominal pains for almost two weeks. Obviously, he should have been in to see a doctor much earlier.

In the middle of the interview, a doctor in scrubs walked through the swinging doors marked, "hospital staff only." He looked around and, spotting the nurse, came over.

"You're Mr. Freshin's family?"

"Yes, sir, his girlfriend."

A look passed between the nurse and the doctor that spoke an entire conversation of information. The doctor continued. "We removed the ruptured appendix and cleaned the infected material as much as possible. He's still under the anesthesia and we're moving him to the ICU. It's going to be touch and go for the next day or so, as his body fights the burgeoning infection. Is he allergic to any medicines as far as you know?"

"He has a reaction to aspirin; it makes his stomach upset and he can't keep food down. I don't know of any antibiotic allergies."

"Good, very good. We'll start him on IV antibiotics and monitor him closely. Nurse Chalpel can show you where the ICU waiting area is. You won't be able to be with him until he shows definite signs of recovering from the surgery and infection."

"I understand. Doctor, what are his chances?"

"I think they're good, though you can never tell with something like this. It's really up to his own body now."

The doctor moved away, his mind already on other patients. The nurse led Susan away towards the ICU. Valerie gave a little wave of encouragement and headed out of the hospital. She had no trouble finding her car; the result of years of parking in downtown parking structures. She had an hour before she was supposed to be at Nadine's house. She used the extra time to call June and let her know what she'd found out about Calvin, secure in the knowledge that the information would soon be dispersed company wide.

Nadine Johnson's house was a small bungalow. If there was a second floor, it'd be an attic not suitable for much more than a small bedroom or storage. Valerie decided she'd be surprised if there were more than four rooms in the house altogether. She walked up to the door and rang the bell. Before the ring had quieted, the exuberant lady opened the door.

"Val! Please, come in."

She held the door open and Valerie entered a small living room with a couple of easy chairs and a small entertainment center. She could see an archway leading to a kitchen and a door she assumed led to the bedroom. The décor was very feminine with a light blue background on the walls. Nadine was dressed in a blue dress that left a fair amount of cleavage visible and stopped short of her knees.

"Your house is very lovely, Mistress; your dress too." Valerie had adopted a submissive tone from the outset.

"Thank you, Valerie. Charles said that you'd be under me for two hours." Valerie nodded her agreement with the recollection. "Are there any hard limits for you I should be aware of?"

"Not beyond those covered over the weekend, Mistress."

"I can't believe how wonderful it feels to hear you call me that. I remember how shocked I was the first time I saw you chained to the gate, naked."

"You've seen me submitting before?"

"Oh yes, over two years ago. You were chained to the gate of a mansion and several people were ogling your body. Joyce, my best friend, recognized you and let herself be talked into teasing you."

"You're Joyce's friend! I had no idea. You didn't seem very happy with Joyce's decision then."

"It wasn't that. At the time I thought Charles was an arrogant bastard; demanding that Joyce strip in front of all those people. It was only later that Joyce helped me understand how important it was for her that Charles be demanding like that. I've watched her blossom since she got involved with BDSM. It's the best thing that ever happened to her; and me."

"Master does have that ability to see what a submissive needs. He saw what I needed from the very first. What do you want to do tonight, Mistress?"

Nadine's countenance changed as she assumed her dominance. Valerie instinctively bowed her head. Nadine stood and walked around Valerie, looking at her with a hungry eye. She'd seen Valerie in submission during the weekend and had been looking forward to some time with her alone.

"Go to the bedroom and take your clothes off."

"Yes, Mistress."

Valerie stepped into the bedroom. The room wasn't very large and was nearly filled by the king sized, four poster bed. A combination dresser and vanity filled one wall beside the bed. Valerie took her clothes off and folded them on the vanity. By the time she'd finished, Nadine had joined her.

"On the bed, spread eagle. I'm going to bind you."

Valerie spread herself on the bed and watched as Nadine tied her wrists and ankles Valerie became excited as her freedom was taken from her. She tugged on the bonds, making sure they wouldn't give. When Nadine pulled a candle out, Val gasped. It had been some time since she'd last been waxed. Perhaps no form of play was more open to extremes in intensity. Wax could be incredibly hot and painful, or lusciously warm and sensual and depended on many factors. Remembering that she was supposed to be teaching as well as submitting, she cleared her throat.

"Yes, Val?"

"Mistress, what type of candle is that?"

"It's a votive candle I use when I'm meditating. I take it the type of candle makes a difference?"

"Yes, Mistress. The higher quality of candle, the hotter the wax melts. Beeswax candles can leave blisters if you're not careful."

"It's a good thing I'm cheap, isn't it?" she commented as she lit the candle. Once it was burning, she set it aside to build up a pool of wax and started caressing Valerie's breasts. Her nipples responded immediately and stood at attention. Val moaned at the sensuous touches she was experiencing. Her eyes closed and she sank into the feelings, letting her Mistress have her way with her body. Soon Nadine was fingering every part of Valerie's body, sensitizing every nerve.

When the first drops of wax landed, Nadine was caressing one breast and had dripped several drops on the other. Valerie bowed her back and hissed at the heat and pain. While not excruciating, it was sharp and unexpected. The wax cooled quickly and the pain faded to a warmth that seemed to spread across the entire breast. The second dribbles of wax coated the other breast, encasing the nipple in a wax cast.

Valerie felt a tongue licking at the wax coverings to her breasts and moaned at the mere hints of pleasure; the wax was protecting Valerie from too much pleasure, much to her dismay. Val thrust her chest up in an attempt to increase the feelings, but to no avail. When she felt Nadine's fingers pulling her pussy lips open and exposing her clit, Val whimpered. She knew what was coming and dreaded the heat on her most sensitive part.

"Ask for it, Val."

"Please, Mistress," Val begged while admiring the mental domination in the back of her mind.

"Beg for it, Val. Beg now."

"Please, Mistress, wax my clit and pussy."

Nadine brought the candle closer and tipped it, dripping wax directly onto Val's clit. Valerie shrieked from the pain. This time the candle was much closer and the wax hotter. Val tried to shift her hips, but Nadine had almost lain on them and Val was trapped. The wax continued to pour over her pussy, coating the folds with a layer of the hardening white substance. Valerie was in tears from the pain and started to plead.

"Mistress, please, it hurts."

"Good, that's what I want it to do. This is such a rush; you know that, don't you?"

In spite of her pain, Val had to smile, briefly. Yes, she knew what a rush it was to have someone submit to you. She also knew the rush of submitting. It wasn't long before the wax on her pussy had formed a protective layer, insulating Val from any further wax. Once that had happened, Nadine began the other half of wax play. Carefully, wax was peeled from Val's body. The tugging of the wax against her skin was just as erotic as fingers playing over it. By the time Nadine had pulled the last of the wax from Val's pussy, Val was moaning with desire and need.

When she saw Nadine straddle her, cunt lowering onto her face, Val eagerly reached out with her tongue to give her Mistress pleasure. Nadine pressed down, fucking Val's face and tongue. Val was only able to breathe as Nadine lifted herself up. Valerie reveled in the blatant use of her face and her already high arousal levels went even higher. She pulled against her bonds as she tried to rub her own cunt against something, anything, that might send her over the edge. Nothing availed her until Nadine came herself.

When Nadine's pussy started to quiver, she put her face into Valerie's cunt and let her screams out. The sonic vibrations were all Val needed to go over the top and start her own orgasm. Both women were screaming their pleasure into each other's pussies, prolonging their respective climaxes. It was only when they both were too tired to cum more that they collapsed.

Once she'd recovered, Nadine rose and unbound Valerie from the bed. The two women took a short shower and, dressed, sat in Nadine's living room for the debriefing, such as it was (Charles required such talks after a switch finished a training dominant session).

"Nadine, all in all you handled things very well. Your tone was commanding and your technique with both the ropes and the wax was good. Keep in mind that I have a high pain tolerance and others might not be able to handle the level of intensity you gave my pussy."

"I know; I was watching you over the weekend. I wish I had more pain tolerance myself. I feel guilty about how much I used my safe words."

"Don't be; never feel guilty about using them. Yes, Master loves inflicting pain, but he enjoys many other facets of BDSM as well. He'll work with you to find play that both of you enjoy. Remember that the initiation was about finding out more about your likes, dislikes and limits. Your limits will grow; every submissive's do. Just don't try to force them and hurt yourself in the process."

"You're right, of course. Thank you for coming tonight. I have an early morning tomorrow and need to cut things short."

"I understand. Until next time."

Nadine saw Val to the door and she drove home to spend some time with her lover. Valerie told Sally all about her time with Nadine, enjoying how aroused Sally got from the tale. She teased Sally for some time afterwards, never letting her reach a climax. She had Sally spend the night in her cage, hands bound to keep her from masturbating (though both knew Sally would never do so without permission).

In the morning, Sally was writhing in her cage when Valerie woke. Val slipped out of bed and knelt next to the cage. Sally looked up with longing in her eyes.

"Mistress?"

"I love you, Sally."

"I love you, Mistress. Mistress, I need you."

"I know. I missed you in bed." Valerie unlocked the cage and Sally's bindings. Sally crawled out and fell into Valerie's embrace. Valerie slipped her hand down to Sally's pussy, finding it wet and open. Her finger slipped in and began a slow, sensuous fucking. Sally held on, clutching her lover and Mistress tightly. Her arousal climbed, slowly, yet steadily. Her fear was that Val would stop short of her climax. Yet, Sally reveled in the frustration she experienced when Valerie left her hanging, knowing how much her Mistress loved inflicting that torture on her.

This morning, Valerie wanted something different, however. She didn't stop, but continued to slowly bring Sally to higher and higher levels. Soon, Sally was gasping as she hovered on the edge of her orgasm. Valerie knew Sally's body and reactions like the back of her hand. She could keep Sally on the edge seemingly forever, letting the pleasure build without cresting. Soon, Sally was whimpering and moaning at the same time. Enjoying the sensations, yet desperate for her climax. Her hips were thrusting against Valerie's hand, seeking even more touch; enough to give her what she needed. When Val relented and cupped her hand to brush Sally's clit, Sally screamed her orgasm out while she shook uncontrollably in her lover's arms.

"Mistress, thank you so much. Do you want…?"

"Not right now, I have to get ready for work. You are, however, going to please me tonight."

"I'm looking forward to it, Mistress. I'll fix breakfast while you shower."

Valerie reflected on how much things had changed in her life in the last few years. She'd come a long way from the straight, vanilla woman who'd been afraid to let anyone into her heart. Now she lived with a woman she loved more than life itself and no longer felt the emptiness that had been created by Mike's death (Mike had been her husband). She used to be a mid-level executive for a rather staid advertising firm. Now she was the person in charge of advertising for an entire publishing house. Instead of pitching whatever happened to need pitching (many of which she couldn't have cared less about), she was creating quality ads for products she felt connected to and even, in some cases, used. In addition to all that, she had a vibrant sex life that went beyond her domination of Sally and her submission to Charles.

Imogene stood excitedly when Val entered the front office area. "Ms. Burbon! I did it, I told him."

"I take it from the excitement that it went well?"

"Better than that. He loves the idea. He especially wants to see me in bright red rubber."

"Oh, that's interesting. Isn't his car red?"

"Yeah, it's his favorite color. I'll need to do some shopping; I never thought of getting things in red."

"Take him with you so you can model for him, unless that'll keep you from being able to finish," Val added with a lustful grin.

Val went on her way, reaching her own office in no time. June was already there.

"Ms. Burbon, George Falstaf wants to see you in his office right away."

"Did he say what about?"

"No, ma'am. You have half an hour before your first appointment. It's with Jenny Barnes from Kitchen Submissions."

"Right, about the recipe contest. I'd better go see George now. Keep the coffee hot for me."

Valerie navigated the hallways to find the offices of Delgrasi's general manager. His secretary looked up and waved Val through. Inside, George was eating a bagel with coffee.

"Ah, Valerie, come in, have a seat. Coffee?"

"No, thanks; June has my personal blend brewing back at the office. What can I do for you?"

"We received an update on Calvin's health from his slave. It looks like he's going to be on bed rest for a couple of weeks. Normally I wouldn't be concerned; working from home is something he does well. But he can't show your new advertising client around the pony girl convention from his bed. I want you to go in his place. This is a big breakthrough in advertising and I don't want to lose this one."

"That it is, sir. Are you sure I'm the best person to take Calvin's place? I don't know a whole lot about pony girls; certainly no more than I've read in the magazine." Valerie kept up with all the publications, reading each one from cover to cover.

"The only person that would know even close to as much as Calvin, would be Mary, his secretary. She's going to have to be here to facilitate his working from home. In terms of the advertising, you do know as much as he does, so you're the logical second choice."

"I see. Well, I'd better start making arrangements to be gone for several days. I should also try to pick Mary's brain for more information on pony play in general. Is there anything else?"

"No, that was it. Good luck at the convention."

Valerie stopped by June's desk on her way back to her office.

"June, coordinate with Mary Carstares and see if Calvin's membership in the Atlanta Pony Girl Fair and his plane tickets can be transferred to me. Then we need to free up my schedule for the end of next week and the beginning of the week after that. Yes, Calvin can't go now and the powers that be have decided that I'm the best person to send in his stead."

"I'll get right on it. I assume we need to reschedule for the days you'll be gone?" At Val's nod, she continued with, "I'll forward you a copy so you can start looking at what needs to be done after you finish with Ms. Barnes."




Death of a Master Ch. 01



"Thanks, June. Send Jenny right in when she gets here."

Valerie had just enough time to jot some questions down about the recipe contest before the sprightly blond poked her head through the door. "Valerie!"

"Jenny, come on in. The lasagna recipe in last month's issue was fabulous."

"Really? I didn't have much luck with it."

"Sally said the secret was in not overcooking the noodles before putting it all together. I wouldn't know myself; I'm not much of a scratch chef; more of a hamburger helper cook."

"That could be it. I'll have to experiment some."

"So, what's this idea about a recipe contest, and why do I need to be involved?"

The meeting went on for some time as they discussed ways to bring several of the vanilla advertisers from Kitchen Submissions in on the idea. Jenny's publication had seen more success in attracting vanilla advertisers than any other of Delgrasi's publications. Most food companies understood that food magazines were a must in their advertising schemes. The vast majority of the companies Val had approached in the last couple of years had simply been unaware of Kitchen Submissions' existence.

In the end, they decided that they'd offer the opportunity to all the companies, but only select one each from a food company, a kitchen tool company and an appliance company. The ones selected would be those bidding the most in support of the contest in terms of dollars and material support. Of course, their products would feature prominently in the contest.

It wasn't until later in the afternoon that June reported to Val about the trip.

"Ms. Burbon, we were able to have the membership at the convention transferred to your name. Mr. Freshin had already arranged for some of the publication staff to man the Delgrasi booth on the vendor floor since he was expecting to have to spend a fair amount of time with Mr. Sanders. The flight details were harder to work with. Mr. Freshin's tickets were the usual non-refundable, non-exchangeable ones, so there was no chance of changing the tickets into your name. Global Travel was, however, able to cancel the tickets with a small processing fee. I have your tickets purchased, though on a different flight than he was originally planning on taking. The hotel reservations were able to transfer over as part of the convention transfer."

"Sounds good, June. Would you book Sally on the same flight, hopefully seated next to me, and register her at the convention? You still have my credit card number on file, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'll get right on that. I think the seat next to you was open too. You'll be leaving on the 5:34 fight and traveling non-stop. Assuming no delays, you'll arrive at the hotel five hours before the convention starts. I've forwarded everything they had online to your email. From what I could tell, several of the events will take place somewhere else."

"I'm not surprised. I doubt the hotel has the facilities for, nor the desire for hosting a cart race. Contact Mr. Sanders' office and confirm the change in plans. I don't want him surprised by my being there instead of Calvin."

"I will."

That evening, Valerie had Sally, after dinner; make love to her for over two hours. By the time they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms, Valerie had cum six times and Sally was again highly aroused and unfulfilled. In the morning, Sally was looking longingly at Valerie.

"Mistress?"

"Yes, Sally."

"You're going to Master's tonight?" In spite of not having submitted to Charles for over two years, Sally still thought of him as her Master as well as Valerie's. He refused to dominate her without a safe word, and Sally hadn't had one since becoming Val's slave.

"Yes, dear. I'll be gone all weekend; it's my turn to serve the house."

Sally clasped closer to Valerie. "I'll miss you so much."

"I know you will, love. I'll miss you too. You still miss Him don't you?" Sally nodded, tears coming to her eyes. "While I'm gone this weekend, I want you to think about having a safety word." When Sally tensed, Val hurried to explain. "I didn't say a safe word, I said a safety word."

"What's the difference, Mistress?"

"You can use a safe word to stop a scene if it's too much or you aren't enjoying it, you know that." Sally nodded. "A safety word can only be used to let your Master or Mistress know that something harmful is happening; something unsafe that needs to be fixed. That's Master's concern, that you can't or won't tell him about something that could injure you. He understands, I think, that you have no real limits. I don't think I have any with him. I haven't used my safe word for anything but potential dangers since Rachael broke me."

Valerie was referring to an intense day long session of submission to Rachael, a lesbian dominant who enjoyed hard mental domination. Valerie had been struggling with dominating Sally 24/7 and Rachael had seen Valerie's own need for deep submission. Without using pain of any sort, Rachael had broken Valerie; letting her think that she was allowing a tattoo on the very place she'd been saving for a tattoo to honor Sally. That it had turned out to be Sally's tattoo, a leopard staring out from the jungle, hadn't been told to Valerie until she'd returned home. That very tattoo now graced Valerie's lower belly and upper pubic mound.

"Not a safe word; just a danger warning."

"Exactly."

"I'll think about it. Do you think He'll take me back if I agree?"

"I think so. I'm going to ask Him this weekend. While I'm gone, you have permission to go out with anyone who asks, vanilla or D/s."

"May I cum this weekend?"

"Yes, dear. I'll want to hear all about it, if anything happens."

"Of course, Mistress."

Valerie's Friday was typical. Fridays were publication days at Delgrasi, with at least one magazine going to press each week. Today saw two of the monthlies and one of the quarterlies going to press, and there was always some last minute thing that made the entire office complex do its imitation of a kicked over ant hill. Valerie was grateful that this week, the culprit wasn't in the advertising, but instead, a corrupted photo for an article that had to have a replacement found. In spite of the drama, the magazines went to press on time and intact. Valerie was able to leave early to make her appointment before going to Charles' place.

Valerie parked her car in the lot for Full Body Beauty. The logo underneath the name read, "It's your body, make ALL of it beautiful." Val smiled at the sign, as she always did. How literal you took the sign depended on who you were. Vanilla patrons came in simply expecting a full service salon that would deal with hair, face, fingers, toes and other mundane, visible parts of the body. Fetishists understood the subtle reference to the intimate portions of the body. Full Body Beauty was a full service salon that would give just as much care to depilating pussies as it did to underarms. Ears weren't the only thing you could have pierced here.

Inside, a young woman, no older than 25, looked up and smiled. She came from around the counter and embraced Valerie in an enthusiastic hug.

"Valerie! It's so good to see you again. Are you here for your usual?"

"Lilly, it's so nice to see you as well. Yes, I'm spending the weekend again and need everything touched up."

Lilly Amberhurst had known Valerie form the first time she'd submitted to Charles Vanquil. Lilly had been working as a maid in Charles' mansion and found herself torn about what Val would experience there. Valerie took time to console, and explain things to, her. Once Charles had known how bad things were for Lilly, he'd let her go with a generous severance and Valerie had steered her to a job at her old firm so she could save up enough to go to beauty school. Full Body Beauty was the result of that schooling.

"Come on back to the room. I'll see to the work myself."

Lilly's establishment had grown in popularity fast, especially among the BDSM community. Here was a place submissives could come and have special beauty work done without being made to feel like freaks or lower than human. Prior to Lilly's shop, the only place that would offer intimate beauty services and tattoos was Divine's Devils. Any submissive entering that establishment quickly found themselves treated as nothing but property. If that was your fetish, that was fine; but not all submissives were slaves.

In the back room, Valerie undressed and lay on the reclining chair. Lilly started heating up the wax she was going to use and turned towards Valerie. With a professional eye, she looked over the stubble that had come in around Valerie's pussy and pubic mound. She knew from previous work that Valerie needed to be hair free there whenever she reported to her Master's house. Typically, a good waxing would stay stubble free for two weeks. At the beep, she turned back to the wax and brought it to the edge of the chair. A quick finger test for proper temperature and she started applying the wax.

"Charlie completed his program last week."

"Ah, so he's a fully certified tattoo artist?"

"Except for the state licensing requirements, yes. He expects to finish that early next month."

"Are you two still planning on his working here?"

"Yeah. Several clients have been putting off tattoos so they can avoid Divine's. Even some of our vanilla clients are showing some interest in tattoos; though not in the same places, of course."

They both smiled at that. Both the locations and the types of tattoos would vary widely among Lilly's clients. The shop had grown much in the last year; and Lilly had been able to repay the loan Charles had given her a full two years early. Lilly was now a self sufficient business woman, putting her twin associates degrees of Business Management and Beauty Care to good use.

The wax removal was as painful as it always was. You just can't pull hairs out by the roots and not cause pain. Lilly's deft hands managed to keep it to a minimum. Soon, Valerie was dressed again and on her way to the home of her Master. Even after all these years, she still suffered butterflies when she drove to a session or weekend with her Master. Charles had a way of making each scene, every weekend, new and fresh; pushing Valerie's limits wonderfully. This weekend was no different. The butterflies would remain until she'd begun her service. At least now, as opposed to years ago, the anticipation wasn't so bad as to make her break out in tears.

At the front gate, Herman's voice came through the intercom as the gate opened remotely. "Ms. Burbon, Master Charles wishes you to use the servant's entrance, dressing in the uniform you find just inside the door. Once dressed; report to him in the lounge."

Valerie drove to the back entrance, smiling at the archaic name for it. It was actually known as the employee entrance; servant's entrance was only used with Charles' submissives when they were on weekend servant duty. To protect his vanilla employees, Charles didn't require them to work weekends when he had his submissives in attendance. Instead, the submissives themselves took turns doing the basic household chores. Having to cook or clean in the nude or in some skimpy fetish outfit was just as much a submissive rush for Valerie as being used sexually or enduring under pain of some sort. Frequently, the Master of the house would take advantage of one of his servants in some way.

Just inside the back door was Valerie's outfit for the weekend. It was the classic French maid's outfit popular in the fetish community. The short skirt barely covered her pussy. With the lack of any undergarment, any bending over would leave Valerie totally exposed. The blouse was, of course, far too small to close properly, leaving Valerie's breasts straining at the fabric and cleavage visible all the way down. It was also short, leaving the middle of her torso exposed. Black fishnet stockings were held up by a garter while she would be walking on five inch high heels.

Once dressed, Val walked (carefully) to the lounge, a room of fond memories and many different names. Charles was seated in his favorite easy chair. Steven and Ramone were seated nearby while Nadine was bound hand and foot on the floor. Val could smell her arousal and hear the muted buzz of a vibrator nearby. From Nadine's moans, it was probably installed deep inside her, driving her crazy with lust.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Valerie. Dinner will be Tuscan chicken, antipasto and steamed Sicilian vegetables. Prepare the table for three and the floor for one. I expect everything to be ready in an hour."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."

Valerie left for the kitchen, wishing she was in Nadine's place. Unlike many new submissives, Nadine had requested a specific scene (or scenes) for her second weekend. If Charles had granted her wish, she would be experiencing long term objectification and arousal with no relief at all. Valerie's cunt spasmed and juiced at the thought of hours of high arousal with no orgasms, all the while being treated like an object or animal. Nadine was in for a wondrously torturous time.

The cook had already prepared the food for cooking, so Valerie had only to put the chicken in the oven and start mixing the pasta and other goodies that went into the antipasto. The vegetables could be steamed in the last ten minutes or so. While the chicken cooked, Val set the table in the dining room. She set up Nadine's bowls near Charles' place at the table. No wine was decanted, as Charles didn't allow any alcohol during play times. Instead, Valerie prepared carafes of ice water and fruit juice.

Once dinner was on the table, she returned to the study to find all three men around Nadine, who was bound, kneeling, to the floor. They were caressing her body while she moaned uncontrollably. The smell of female musk was heavy in the air, letting anyone know that Nadine was well into her sensuous torture. Valerie could see Nadine look at Charles with a look that was part pleading and part adoration.

"Master, dinner is ready."

The play stopped as all three men looked up at Valerie. Nadine was panting and covered in perspiration. "Very good, Valerie. We'll be along presently. You'll be serving us at the table tonight." He turned back towards Nadine and released her from the concealed tie downs. Valerie remembered being tied to the same rings on occasions before.

In the dining room, Valerie served each of the men before putting anything in Nadine's bowl. Nadine had her hands bound behind her, forcing her to eat with only her mouth. Valerie wasn't able to spare Nadine too much attention, as she was constantly being called to attend to one of the men. Her own arousal was stoked as they made frequent use of her exposed state to fondle her ass, pussy and tits.

After dinner, Nadine was led downstairs to one of the play rooms while Valerie cleaned up the dining room and dishes. Most of the weekend would be spent doing just this type of household chore as service to her Master. She'd even had service weekends where there was no sex at all (though she longed for it by the time the weekend was over). This weekend was not to experience such a dearth. Valerie was in the middle of attending to a list Herman had prepared when she was summoned to play room three.

When she arrived, Nadine was bound to the medical exam table. Her wrists were strapped to the rails, her waist pinned by a strap and her legs locked to the stirrups. Her exposed sex was dripping and moans were escaping from around her gag. As she waited for orders, she noticed that some of the liquid on Nadine's cunt was semen. All three men were naked with semi-flaccid cocks.

"Valerie, clean us up first."

Valerie smiled and knelt before Charles to take his cock into her mouth. With slow, sensuous motions, she sucked and licked his penis until all the fluids from both him and Nadine were cleaned off. By the time she was done, he'd begun to harden again. Similarly, she cleaned the cocks of the other two men, leaving them erect, with only her own saliva coating them.

"Valerie, attend to Nadine's pussy. Keep at it until we return. If she cums, you'll both be severely beaten. I want her as close to the edge of orgasm as you can hold her without her cumming."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

The three men took their leave, though Valerie noticed the not quite concealed camera was running. She moved to Nadine who was eyeing her with lust and a little fear. Valerie had known when Nadine had asked last Sunday that she didn't know what she was asking for. Spending an entire weekend objectified and not quite in orgasm was hard for the most experienced submissives, let alone for one in only her second long term submission. Knowing Charles would be watching, Valerie bent to her task, staring with soft licks at the edges of Nadine's pussy.

Even before Val reached her cunt, Nadine was writhing and moaning, tugging at her bonds and trying to create enough sensation to cum, just a little. When Val reached the dripping fluids and tasted the heady combination of male and female cum, she moaned with delight. She prolonged her feast, savoring each tongue full of cum with appreciative moans. Some had dripped down Nadine's crack, and Valerie used long, broad strokes to capture what was waiting near and on the bound woman's ass.

An hour passed and Nadine was sobbing in frustration. Valerie was surprised that she hadn't used a safe word yet. The erotic tension must have been excruciating. Still, Val licked and sucked at her pussy, savoring the cunt juice and the quivers of near orgasm she was inflicting on Nadine. Valerie's own pussy was sopped, wet with desire of her own. She heard the door open, but kept at her chore until Charles ordered, "Stop, Valerie."

"Gentlemen, I'm retiring for the night. Nadine is yours to use as you will. Whether she cums or not is up to you." He turned to Valerie. "Attend me, wench."

"Yes, sir."

Valerie followed Charles to the main floor where his personal bedroom was. The four poster bed dominated the room. There were two dressers, one with a vanity and the other without. Valerie knew the one without was filled with a wide variety of toys. A large dog kennel was in the corner, used from time to time to cage a submissive. From past experiences, Valerie knew what to do. She undressed him much as a servant might undress him in ages past. When he was naked, Valerie couldn't help but stare at the body she'd been craving for more than just tonight.

Charles took her wrists and held them tightly in his hands, letting her feel the power and control. "Do you want to be used tonight?"

"Oh, yes Master, please use me. It's been so long."

Her hands were forced behind her back and clasped in one of his. The other hand forced her willing head forward where her lips were raped by his. Val surrendered up her mouth, along with the rest of her body. His mouth pulled away enough to whisper, "I want your pain tonight."

"Anything, Master, anything you wish."

"Spread yourself against the bed frame."

Valerie grabbed the upper ends of the posts and spread her legs until her feet touched the feet of the bed. Charles reached from behind her and clipped the rings in her cuffs to rings on the bed posts. Val tugged, sighing in relief at her helplessness. Her sight ended as a blindfold was place over her eyes. She opened her mouth and was rewarded with a gag that covered her entire mouth while plugging it with a penis shaped dildo.

When the first clamp pinched her nipple, she gasped and thrust her chest forward, inviting even more. The request was granted as a second clamp took possession of the other nipple. When more weight tightened them, Valerie knew she had clover clamps on. In quick succession, pinch after pinch was applied to her breasts, forming a circular pattern. Well versed with the types of toys, Valerie recognized the clothes pins being placed on her. She lost count somewhere after 30 pins and shuddered when she felt the end of a string brush against her belly.




Death of a Master Ch. 01



She tried to form the words to beg for mercy, but the gag prevented her. She knew she could stop the upcoming pain by stomping her foot three times, but didn't want to stop it. She feared, yet craved, the zipper. When all were applied, she trembled in dreading anticipation of what was to come next.

Charles, however, surprised her. The next thing she felt was the impact of the twin straps of the tawse against her ass. She squealed through the gag as the second blow hit. Each blow caused the weights on the clamps to swing, pulling and pinching her nipples harder. Sometimes, it would hit a clothes pin and re-ignite that pain as well. There was no warm up this time and soon, Valerie was sobbing in pain. Charles dropped the tawse and grabbed Valerie, thrusting his cock deep with a loud growl. His arms encircled her and, while she couldn't see it, his hands grasped the ends of the two zippers. Each thrust was a massive invasion of Valerie's pussy and she thrust back, trying to take him deeper, harder, oblivious to the pain in her ass.

With a yell, he thrust one last time and flooded Valerie with cum, while simultaneously pulling on the ends of the zippers, snapping all 50 clothes pins off her body in one fell swoop. Valerie gave out a high, keening sound as the equivalent pain from an hour of whipping assaulted her body in one brief instant. The pain of the pins drowned out the feeling of cum splashing into her cunt. Still, her body reacted to each new thrust and thrust back unawares. The removal of the clamps was hardly noticed.

Charles, recovered from his own orgasm, took Valerie down and laid her on the bed. Lying next to her, he softly rubbed her body, soothing the numerous pain centers across her breasts. His mouth sought out hers and he swallowed her sobs until she'd recovered enough to talk.

"Was I pleasing, Master?"

Charles chuckled at her first utterance after all that. "Yes, Valerie, you were very pleasing. I want only one more thing from you tonight."

"Anything, Master."

His hand crept to her pussy, still flowing with hers and his fluids. "Cum for me, my little slave." He caressed and penetrated her pussy, driving her nascent arousal back up. He held her immobile, his lags pinning her legs and his other hand pinning hers above her head. She fucked his hand back as much as she could, but he set the pace and he kept her on the edge for over an hour. Again and again, she thought she was going to climax, when he backed off a little and left her hanging. Only when she was panting and near exhaustion did he pinch her clit, from inside and outside her cunt. His thumb pressed down on it while his fingers, inside her cunt, pressed up, sending Valerie into a screaming orgasm that caused her to buck so hard that she threw his legs off of hers.

When she came down, she heard his whisper of, "Sleep now, Valerie," and obeyed because she was incapable of not doing so. She spent the rest of the weekend merely attending to the household chores as Charles focused his attention on his new submissive in her second week. She was able to talk with Charles about Sally and a safety word. As long as Sally was willing to stop play if danger reared its head, he would allow her back into the fold. When the two left Sunday morning for breakfast, Valerie knew Nadine was going to be put through her own whore walk. She said a silent prayer that Nadine did better on hers than Valerie had done.

Sunday evening, after Valerie returned home, Sally and Valerie shared the details of their respective weekends. Sally had been out with Gwen, a dear friend both had dated in the past. When Valerie described the zipper play, Sally looked so longingly about it that Valerie made a silent plan to give Sally one herself sometime soon. The evening ended with them in each other's arms, sleeping into the next week.

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Thank you Dani for another fine editing job. Thanks to all of you readers who included Dani in your prayers and best wishes. As hoped, it was just a loss of internet access. I don't know how long there'll be between chapters, but I'm hoping to make it as short as possible. Yes, I know the title is a cliffhanger, that was on purpose.



Death of a Master Ch. 02







Death of a Master Ch. 02



The slave's eyes were puffy from prolonged crying and her nose was awash with snot. She was panting through the cloth of the gag. Valerie untied the gag and brushed Susan's hair out of her face. Susan focused on Valerie and smiled lightly. Valerie used a cloth to wipe her face clear.

"Feeling better, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress, much better. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure. Susan, feel free to come to me if you need to, whenever you need to. I'm sure, though, that Calvin will be well enough to go home soon, so you can get back to serving him."

"I've just felt so helpless; and not that good helplessness that He gives me. I don't know what I'd do without Him."

"You lived on your own before, haven't you?" Valerie started releasing Susan and helping her get dressed again.

"Yes, Mistress. I was pretty miserable then, though. In the years since I've been Master's, I've realized I never want to be on my own again. I need to be owned; to be someone's plaything, subject to their every whim. Do you know how unsafe I was back then? I'd go home with anyone; let them do whatever they wanted. I didn't do anything to check them out or make myself safe."

"It's easy to let that happen, isn't it? I went home with Master my first two times without knowing much about him. I guess we were both lucky to have found the Masters we did."

"Yeah, we were. Thank you, Mistress, for whipping me. It helped a lot."

The rest of Valerie's day went well and she soon found herself on the road leading to Charles' mansion; her overnight bag in the back. The thought of spending the night as His plaything already had her pussy juicing in anticipation. Their times together were a pleasant mix of familiar play and the occasional new scene. While she was frequently denied orgasms as part of her submission, she rarely failed to enjoy whatever Charles put her through.

She pulled into the entrance to find the gate already opening before her. A minute later, she was parked in her usual spot and walking up to the door. Herman opened the door to let her in.

"Good evening, Ms. Valerie. Master Charles requests that you precede him to the lounge and don the attire and equipment you find there."

"Thank you, Herman."

Valerie didn't bother to ask what was planned. She never received an answer and, in fact, never knew if Herman had any advance knowledge of Charles' plans. She walked the well traveled hall and entered the lounge. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the newest piece of furniture, a straight backed chair with numerous rings attached. Clearly this chair was meant to restrain someone to. Draped across the back of the new chair was a belt of some kind with numerous rings and clips along its length. Sitting on a table nearby were several pieces of bondage equipment.

Moving closer, Valerie saw that the belt was actually a harness. Following her instructions, she stripped out of her clothes and put the harness on. In addition to the belt, there were straps that encircled her breasts and put pressure on them. The result was breasts that seemed to be supported on air. More straps went between her legs and, when tightened, spread her pussy and ass wide.

Under the equipment was a note from her Master. "Valerie, strap yourself to the chair, with all these items in place. You know how they should go on you." Valerie shuddered at the command she'd been left. Enduring the pain her Master had planned would be hard enough; but to inflict it on herself would be all that much more difficult. Sighing and beginning to juice in arousal, Valerie carried the toys to the chair.

The two vibrators were inserted into her ass and cunt. She recognized both as remote controlled versions and knew that she couldn't turn them on (or off for that matter). By the time they were in, Val was moaning at the full feeling in both her holes. A bondage hood was slipped over her head and the penis gag snapped into place. There were eye coverings as well, but they would be nearly the last thing she did. She snapped two padlocks to her ankle cuffs, locking them to the feet of the chair. Two leather straps bound her knees to the side of the chair as well with Velcro strips. She locked a pair of snap-locks to the arms of the chair and used small dabs of stickum to hold the rings of her wrist cuffs open.

Valerie took a deep breath and started on the part she wished she could avoid. A set of three clover clamps were connected by chains. The first two she closed on her nipples, groaning in pain as they closed. Leaning forward, she was able to attach the third to her clit. Tears filled her eyes as the pain in her clit dwarfed the pain in her nipples. It was going to get worse, however. She had to use a larger leather strap to bind her chest to the back of the chair. Sitting up, she found, as she had feared, the chains on the clamps were too short to hang loose. As they pulled on the clover clamps, the clamps tightened, increasing her pain. The strap added even more agony as it forced her breasts up, pulling even tighter.

Val practiced hitting the snap locks with her right hand a few times until she was sure she could do it blindfolded. Satisfied, she locked her left wrist in place and closed the blindfolds to her hood. With one deft move, her right hand was locked into place and Valerie was truly helpless. With nothing to distract her, Valerie's attention was drawn to her nipples and clit as they made their agony known in no uncertain terms. Within minutes, Valerie was writhing in the chair, striving to find a slightly less painful position to be in. None seemed to present itself.

Unbeknownst to Valerie, Charles had entered the room shortly after she'd blindfolded herself. He watched her struggle, smiling as he did. Valerie never actually wanted to get loose in her struggles; she was really making sure she couldn't get loose. One of her favorite parts of submission was bondage. Being helpless aroused Valerie tremendously; to the point where little stimulation was needed to bring her off if she was bound long enough. After letting her stew in her pain and bindings for 15 minutes, Charles turned both vibrators on.

Valerie threw her head back and tried to scream into her gag. She tugged and writhed as the vibrators sent her need crashing through the roof. In a matter of minutes, Valerie climaxed, her body shuddering in its restraints; the clamps tightening on her nipples and clit. In the midst of cumming, she screamed into the gag from the increased pain. Her breath was coming in raged pants and sweat was pouring off her body. The pain seemed to prolong the orgasm until she collapsed in exhaustion; her pussy still spasming around the vibrator.

Mercifully, Charles turned the vibrators off and let Val recover somewhat. He took the clamps off before they could cause any serious injury, smiling at the muffled screams of renewed pain as blood rushed back into the formerly squished body parts. Val's head looked around in spite of her inability to see; searching for her Master and some sign of how she could please Him even more. When the crop struck her right breast the first time, she squealed into the gag again. She wasted no time, however, thrusting her chest out as much as possible to offer her breasts for more torment. It came in the form of more blows from the crop to each breast, alternating between them.

Each blow brought a fresh flare of pain. Each flare of pain built on the pain already present, building to an aching agony. The agony had tears pouring down Valerie's face inside the hood, while her pussy juiced in arousal. In the time Valerie had been serving Charles as his slave, she'd learned to associate pain caused by him with arousal. Now, while she couldn't be brought to climax from any pain he gave her, she could climax from the right pain. That was happening now. The filling of her pussy and cunt, along with the steadily increasing pain, was bringing Valerie to the brink of climax. He held her there for several minutes, until her head was shaking and her voice crying into the gag, pleading for release.

Instead of bringing her off, however, Charles stopped completely. Valerie groaned and looked blindly about her, trying to plead for her orgasm. As her arousal faded, she sobbed at the loss and sagged in her bindings. Her Master wanted to torture her and she eased into the mental space she needed to be to accept such torture. When the gag was removed several minutes later, she whispered, "Thank you, Master."

The only response was his body pressing against hers and the growled command, "Suck me, bitch!" Val could feel his legs between hers and could smell the odor of his body. Her pussy spasmed at the crude words. Her mouth opened and she reached forward with her head, searching for his cock. Her cheek brushed against the tip and a trail of precum pointed to her mouth. Valerie could only get the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it, rolling her tongue against the tip. When it jerked, she moaned in pleasure and redoubled her efforts to draw him deeper; but Charles held himself nearly out of her reach. She leaned hard against the chest strap, causing it to dig deeply into her body as she suckled her Master's prick like a baby at a breast.

Charles held himself steady, not letting Valerie have any more than the head of his cock. Her tongue was quite skilled and soon he was panting with the effort to hold off his own orgasm. Valerie could feel him tense and sucked all the harder; to be rewarded with a mouth full of her Master's cum as he spurted into her mouth. Val could tell he'd refrained from cumming for at least a couple of days from the quantity he poured into her mouth.

She felt him back away, only to be replaced by another body. Again, the command came, "Suck it, bitch!" Her feelings of being used for another's pleasure grew as she sought out this next cock. This cock shoved itself deep into her mouth when she found it, and started pumping away, fucking her face. Valerie tried to match her sucking and licking rhythm with that of the man's thrusts. The cock wasn't long, but was wider than Charles' cock. Val's mouth began to ache from the pressure of staying open so wide. When hands grabbed her head form behind, she screamed around the cock in shock.

The hands were feminine and they pushed her as far forward as she could reach, again straining the chest strap. As they held her forward, the hands caressed her face roughly through the hood's leather. Helplessly, she moaned under this added assault on her body and her arousal grew yet again. Pussy juice was leaking around the vibrator and she was sitting in a puddle of her own bodily fluids. When the vibrators started up again, Val jerked and started to writhe uncontrollably. By now, she had no idea what her Master wanted and just let the sensations come to her, whatever they might be.

When cum started to fill her mouth, she barely understood the words Charles whispered (or so it seemed), "Don't swallow." She was hard pressed to obey as the cock was fully in her and there was precious little room to store the cum. Only the softening of the cock made it possible as more room for semen appeared. Whoever this was, he had a lot of cum stored up and Valerie's mouth was over half full by the time he'd pulled all the way out. Her own incipient climax was making obedience difficult as well.

When a mouth pressed against hers and a tongue probed, she opened eagerly and let cum slip from her mouth to the other; only to find it full of cum as well. The two loads of fluid mixed in the two mouths until Val felt it all being forced into hers and the mouth removing itself. That's when someone pressed a finger against her clit and set off Valerie's second orgasm of the night. Out of control, her mouth opened to scream in ecstasy and cum poured out of her mouth to drip onto her breasts and belly, and run down to her pussy. The finger at her clit kept it up and Valerie gasped and whimpered as the pleasure turned to the pain of over stimulation. The agony of the prolonged orgasm went on for a seemingly endless time before the finger was taken away and the vibrators were turned off. Valerie slumped in the chair, exhausted.

She was vaguely aware of being released from the chair and guided down the hall and down the stairs to the basement playrooms. In the main dungeon area, she found herself being laid on one of the several tables and stretched spread eagle, face down, her body lying in the fluids that had accumulated on it. Her body was stretched tight, leaving her no ability to writhe in any direction. The smell of smoke presaged what her next torture was to be.

Heat burned at her back as wax was dripped onto her from a mere six inch distance. It felt like every square inch of her back was being bathed in the hot liquid; and in fact, it was. After 30 minutes and a steady path down her back, the waxworks had reached her ass. Hands pulled her ass cheeks apart and Valerie cried out at what she knew was coming. The next drops of wax hit her exposed anus directly, causing Val to scream in pain as the unaccustomed heat hit her exposed inner flesh. As always with wax, the heat faded quickly to a warmth that could be quite pleasant, if not for the new drops that landed too soon for such relief.

By the time the waxing had finished, Valerie was gently sobbing on the table, unable to muster the strength to move herself when the bindings were removed. She was tied down to another table, this one more of a bench, and the wax peeled from her body (a far more pleasant experience than having it applied). When a tongue started to caress her pussy, Valerie sighed in pleasure, though she knew another orgasm would be the end of her tonight. Resigned to being their plaything, she soaked up the sensations and let her arousal build unchallenged. When the licking stopped before she could cum, Valerie didn't even plead; she stifled a sob and tried to relax.

She was left alone, tied to the bench, for quite some time, while sounds of sex and enjoyment went on around her. Occasionally Val would tug at her bindings and try to stimulate herself, but for the most part, she lay there, listening and getting turned on again; just nowhere near enough to cum. The sounds faded and Valerie was sure she heard the sounds of footsteps moving away when her bindings released again. She was led again, this time to the showers where her hood was removed to reveal just Charles.

"Master," she cried, "was I pleasing tonight?"

"Yes, Valerie. You were very pleasing. Only two more commands tonight. Bathe me, and join me in my bed freshly bathed yourself."

Valerie carefully washed Charles from head to toe, lavishing attention on each part of his body. She wished she could perform this duty more often than she did. The feel of his body under her hands as she soaped and scrubbed him was enticing and erotic, yet seldom led to sex itself. Knowing how much she enjoyed doing this for Charles encouraged Valerie to have Sally wash her often. Val was pleased to note that Charles did get partially erect during the shower and hoped that meant something for the night.

By the time Val was alone and washing herself, there wasn't much left to clean. She was thorough, though, and made sure every part of her was clean and ready for whatever he would demand of her in his bed. There were times when He simply wanted a woman to hold and fondle while he slept. Other than Sally, there was no one Valerie would rather be in the arms of at night.

Upstairs, Charles was waiting for her in his bed. He lifted the covers invitingly and Valerie crawled in with him. He pulled her to him and kissed her, his tongue forcing its way into her willing mouth. His right hand held her head to his own, not letting her get away (as if she would want to). His other hand caressed her back and ass while holding the rest of her body tightly. Valerie moaned into his mouth, her arousal climbing at the subtle control Charles was affecting. Her own hands caressed his body, trying to give pleasure to her Master. Feeling his cock grow increasingly hard made her moan all the more and made her cunt juice in anticipation of penetration.

Charles broke the kiss and pushed Val flat against the bed, holding her down as his mouth sought out her breasts. She writhed under his attention, her hands holding him and caressing his body. While he sucked at and nibbled on a nipple, Valerie thrust her breast closer while her hand found his cock and began to stroke it with a feather light touch. Soon, her hand was covered in precum, slicking his cock as she continued to minister to it. Little cries of passion escaped her lips as Charles continued to suck and bite at her nipples.

With a growl, Charles grabbed her hands and threw them above her head, holding them helpless. His cock rubbed against her pussy, promising much, yet not doing enough. Valerie whimpered and looked into her Master's eyes with pleading.

"Say it, Valerie."

"Fuck me, Master. Please fuck me."

"Who begs to be fucked?"

"Sluts do, Master. Helpless sluts who can't control their own desires."

"You're a slut, Valerie; a shameless slut who deserves nothing better than to be fucked."

"Oh, yes, Master. I'm a slut. I'm your slut. Fuck your slut, Master. Please fuck her."

With that, Charles thrust into Valerie's cunt with a hard, fast stroke. He growled while she cried out. He let his weight drop on her and clasped her body in a tight hug, nearly crushing her with each thrust into her pussy. Each of Charles' thrusts was matched by an equally vigorous one of hers. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him in each time he thrust into her, trying to force him even deeper into her body. The lips of her cunt squeezed tight, milking every iota of sensation from the strokes. Each breath was an effort as she lay there under his weight, responding with passion to the forceful, yet not brutal, fucking she was being gifted with. Her clit, tangled in his pubic, ached with a fire that had her gasping and whimpering amongst her cries.

Charles fucked her through one orgasm, not stopping to give her aching clit any relief as he sought his own release. His growls became primal, remembrances of when cavemen fucked their women with no thought for the woman's pleasure. Valerie, desperate to give her Master what he wanted, redoubled her efforts, pulling him close with each thrust, her mouth seeking out his and offering her lips, tongue, breath, as an offering to him.

When he came, cum exploding into her cunt, Charles bit at Valerie's lip, pulling at it with his teeth. As she felt his hot spunk splatter inside her, Valerie came again, shuddering in his embrace. They held each other close, their bodies spasming with their orgasms. Charles' weight pressed Valerie into the bed, making her breaths an effort, one she embraced with joy. She kissed at his face, trying to express the love she had for him, even if in an imperfect way. When he finally rolled off, pulling out of her, she squirmed around to clean his cock with her mouth, taking in every drop of their combined fluids.

Sleep came quickly after that. Both had exhausted themselves with their love making and took comfort in the arms of the other. Morning came, as it always did, too early for Valerie. Charles insisted on separate showers, wanting the two of them to actually make it to their respective workplaces. Breakfast was a simple affair of eggs, bacon and toast prepared by Charles' regular chef.

At the office, June looked up, startled. "Ms. Burbon, what happened to your lip?"

Valerie touched the small cut from her Master's bite. "I was with Master last night. He bit my lip when he came."

"So it's like the whip marks you have on your back, sometimes?"

"Yes, very much like that."

The day was as uneventful as any day at Delgrasi could be. There was always a minor crisis somewhere, for someone, that needed to be solved; a part of any business. Of course, what qualified as a crisis varied from individual to individual. Every company seemed to have that one person for whom everything was a crisis; and Delgrasi was no exception to that rule. Mr. Crisis at Delgrasi was Frank Thompson, editor of The Sensible Submissive. Today's crisis was the arrival of corrupted photos for one of his articles. The fact that his secretary had the problem solved within two hours didn't stop the disaster from being heard of throughout the company.




Death of a Master Ch. 02



Valerie arrived home to find Sally in her kennel. Her back was covered in welts. Val's experienced eye judged they'd been made by a single tail whip. There was a rolled up piece of paper tied to the leash clip on her collar. Sally was on her hands and knees, obviously trying to keep from having anything touch her back. Val opened the kennel and looked into Sally's eyes.

"Good evening, Sally."

"Good evening, Mistress."

"I take it Sandra was upset with you?"

"Yes, Mistress. Mistress Sandra insisted on punishing me herself."

"Is that a note from her?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Valerie took the note off the collar and set it aside, not having any real interest in what the sadistic woman had to say. "Come here, Sally, I want to see these closer."

Sally moved to the bed and lay down on it. "Mistress Rachel put some of the ointment on it after she stopped the punishment."

"I see," Val commented as she looked closely at the welts. She could see that a few of them had actually drawn blood at some point. While the beating was more than Valerie herself would have done, it was at the limit of what she would allow someone she trusted to go with Sally. Rachel had done what she promised; made sure Sandra didn't go too far. "I want to get you in to see Helen. These look like they're healing okay, but I should have her take a look, just in case. As it is, there will be no pain play for you for the rest of the week."

"Mistress, will this interfere with my time with Master this weekend?"

"I don't think so. He may have to be careful of your back, but I think he can find ways to amuse himself with you that don't call for whipping your back."

"I hope so. I've missed serving him so much."

"He's missed you too, love. It'll be okay."

A quick phone call to Dr. Helen Waston's answering service had Sally and Valerie put on the cancellation list for an appointment. Valerie had Sally stay in bed while Val fixed dinner. One of the hardest things for Sally to understand as Val's slave was that sometimes her Mistress wanted to do things for her slave. The concept of a Mistress serving the slave was one that many submissives had trouble with, especially the so called lifestyle submissives (as opposed to bedroom submissives). What settled it for Sally was being told, "Listen, slave, this is about what makes me happy, right? So if giving you a back rub (or whatever) makes me happy, then you should be happy with it as well."

After dinner, Valerie put Sally to bed and read the note from Sandra.

I don't appreciate having my punishment of a disrespectful slave interrupted by anyone, especially a stand-in Mistress. This slut was disrespectful of me and needs to be properly punished. That didn't happen. I expect you, her owner, to continue the punishment I started and to whip her until she gives her safe word. If that doesn't happen, I will know the reason why. It's bad enough to have switches pretending to be Mistresses, but to have that bitch, Rachel, be given power to interfere with my decisions is just too much.

Valerie looked at the note, unbelieving that anyone could be so egotistical as to write such a thing. Valerie's one experience with Sandra convinced her that Sandra was an emotional sadist; someone who took pleasure from another's emotional pain, as well as arrogant. The memory of Sandra's glee as she tried to provoke Valerie to disobeying Rachel surfaced anew. Rachel's response, and the assurance she expressed in Val were merely one of the reasons she trusted Rachel so much. Val sat at her computer and composed a response.

I wanted you to know that Sally's punishment ended when your whipping of her ended. I'd already punished her to the extent that I felt she deserved. Allowing you to punish her was a courtesy that I extended, one Mistress to another. Your choice of punishment and your response to having been stopped tells me that I was wrong to extend such a courtesy. You claim that you were going to whip Sally to her safe word; yet if you'd asked what her safe word was, you'd have been told she doesn't have one. Your callousness and unconcern for the safety of a submissive under your control was unconscionable.

Val saved the letter with a promise to herself to look at it again. Valerie knew that frequently the quick response was not the best one; and was often an emotional diatribe that was best not said. In the morning, she saw nothing she wanted to change. Val had the impression that Sandra had been coddled, her faults overlooked, for most of her life. Perhaps she needed to be called on the carpet for what she did.

When Val walked into her office, June handed her the day's schedule, adding, "Ms. Burbon, your doctor's office called and said they have a slot open for you at 2:15. Do you want me to confirm? Your 2:30 could easily be pushed back to 3:30."

"That would be great, June. I'll call Sally and let her know."

In her office, Val dialed home. "Sally, we need to be at Dr. Waston's office at 2:15."

"Will you be able to pick me up, Mistress, or should I drive there myself?"

Val looked at her schedule, noting she had a 1:30 appointment. "I'll just make it there from here. Drive yourself."

"Yes, Mistress."

Valerie's first appointment showed up shortly after she hung up the phone. Harmony Anders handled all the advertising for Yara's Leather Emporium. Yara's had been Val's first major breakthrough in attracting new advertisers to Delgrasi's publications. For the last two years, Yara's had advertised their leather care products in five of Delgrasi's magazines. By all reports, their internet sales were phenomenal.

"Mrs. Anders, it's a pleasure to see you again. What can I do for Yara's?"

"We've got a new line of products we want to advertise with Delgrasi." Harmony pulled a file folder from her attaché case and passed it to Val. "This is a description of the line," she added with a smile one uses when one has a secret.

Valerie looked at the information and raised her eyes in shock. The file described a set of leather restraint devices including, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, blindfolds and something called a restraint web. The web was designed to fit under a bed with four anchor points coming up at the corners of the bed.

"Harmony, this is incredible. I didn't expect Yara's to move into the fetish gear market for several more years."

"We've been tossing the idea back and forth ever since the vote to advertise with Delgrasi. Do you recall I mentioned there had been some resignations from the board over the decision?" At Valerie's nod, Mrs. Anders continued. "Their absence allowed the board to adopt a more forward looking approach to our entire operation. Six months later, we decided to hire a consultant on the fetish community. When we learned that the best leather gear was usually homemade, we saw an opportunity. This line of products is the result of over a year of research and development. We're ready to take the line to the public."

"Well, if these are anywhere near as good as your care products, you'll shoot to the top of the market. Tell me, what did your research show, in more detail, if you could?" 

"Of course. What we found was that most leather fetish apparel on the market uses lower quality leathers that are cheaper to buy. There were a couple of exceptions, of course, but they're significantly higher priced. As near as we could tell, they're suffering from higher than normal operating costs or are demanding higher than what we think of as normal profit margins. We intend to sell the products in the line at our regular profit margin. We expect to sell high quality items at the same price as the lower quality competitors."

"Well, we need to design ads that will convey both the quality and value effectively. Have you done any work on specific ads yet?"

"Yes, I have them here," she replied, pulling her own laptop out. We've designed five ads to start with and figure we'll be placing ads in three of your magazines, The Sensible Submissive, Mastering, and Bondage Monthly."

Valerie looked at what she had, nodding at the ads and seeing where they could be tweaked to improve. "One thing I'd suggest is add Leather Digest to the magazines you advertise in. Leather Digest has a significant Goth readership and they'll wear leather collars and cuffs regardless of their participation in a fetish."

For the next hour, the two women worked up the ads that would actually appear in the magazines. By the time they were finished, Valerie had seven ads for the four magazines that she could run past the editors for approval. The rest of the day was more routine and Val was able to leave the office promptly at 2:00. Dr. Waston's office wasn't far from Delgrasi's offices and Val was in the waiting room in time to see Sally checking in. Sally sat gingerly next to Val.

"How are you feeling?" Valerie asked.

"Just a little sore, Mistress. It'll pass."

"I know. I just wish she hadn't gone this far."

"She's Sandra; I wouldn't expect anything less form her. Mistress, she's a very sadistic Domme, but her subs want her that way."

"I just don't like the way she tries to roll over other dominants about their slaves. She should have more respect."

"I can't argue with you there, Mistress."

A few minutes later the nurse called Sally back to the exam room. Over the years the staff at the office had accepted that Valerie and Sally were always seen together. The nurse took the usual preliminary readings; temperature, blood pressure, pulse. Valerie always wondered why they started with the same things, no matter what the visit was for. Helen showed up five minutes after the nurse left.

"Valerie. Sally, is this an after scene visit?"

Val spoke up. "Yes, I let Rachel borrow Sally for a party and there was some significant marking by one of the other dominants. I thought it best to have you take a look."

"Very well, go ahead and strip down, Sally," Helen ordered.

Sally stood and stripped off the little bit of clothing she was wearing (under her dress were no under things). The welts on Sally's back were revealed and Helen started examining them closely. The doctor's expression was its normally hard to read self while she did her examination. Once she'd finished, she signaled for Sally to dress again and turned to face the two women.

"Sally, Valerie, while this is beyond what I'm normally comfortable with, you should heal just fine; the aftercare was good and should prevent any permanent scaring. However, no impact play on the back and buttocks for at least a week. There's no point in making it any harder on your body than it needs to be. I also want to prescribe a course of antibiotics; you can't take chances with formerly open wounds like this."

"Thanks, Doctor," Valerie replied. "Should being restrained on her back give us any trouble?"

"I wouldn't think so. In fact, tight restraint would be best so she can't rub the scabs as much on the surface beneath her. Sally, you should try to sleep on your stomach if you can."

"Yes, Doctor, I have been."

"Good. Anything else I should know about?"

Both Val and Sally shook their heads and Helen made the note on her laptop for the prescription to be faxed to the couple's pharmacy. They split up again; Valerie heading back to work while Sally retrieved her prescription (being unmarried meant it was difficult at best for them to pick up each other's medicines) from the pharmacy before heading home. At her office, Valerie finished her day's work and was home only a couple of hours after Sally arrived. From there she called Charles.

"Master, I have some information about Sally you need to know."

"Oh, will it affect my play with her?"

"Yes, Master, somewhat. Mistress Sandra whipped her back pretty hard Tuesday afternoon; hard enough to draw blood in a couple of places. We saw Helen Waston today and she's ordered that Sally refrain from impact play on her back and butt for at least a week. She also has a course of antibiotics she's on, just in case."

"Anything else?"

"No, Master. Helen did mention that if she's restrained on her back, tighter would be better than loose."

Charles chuckled at the comment, knowing that any restraint he put Sally in would be very tight indeed. "Very well, that shouldn't interfere with my plans much. Deliver her here yourself. Have you made any plans for the weekend?"

"Not really. I thought I'd take Saturday to get ahead at work and get ready for the trip. We leave early Monday morning."

"Do you know much about pony play, Valerie?"

"Not really, just what I've been able to pick up from Calvin Freshin and his secretary."

"You'll find it interesting, but I have doubts that you'll embrace it any time soon."

"If it's anything like being Rachel's dog, you're right, Master," Valerie laughed in response. Valerie spoke from first hand experience, having spent a morning in dog play with her friend. Valerie found the experience extremely humiliating and not at all arousing. If not for having been pleasing to her Mistress at the time, she would never have submitted to it.

Friday morning, Sally's back was looking even better, though the uninitiated wouldn't have thought so. Only someone who'd dealt with bruising on a regular basis would know that the increase in the number of colors in the bruises was a sign that healing was taking place. Bruises that remain the same bluish color for days are actually still bleeding under the skin and could be a sign of a serious problem.

At work, Val had instructions for June. "June, prepare a to-do list for me tomorrow. I want to get everything I can done in advance before I'm a thousand miles away from the office. The less I leave undone the better."

"I'll get on that right away, Ms. Burbon. Here's your day list."

Val's list of appointments was long, with every hour of her day filled. She and June had tried to schedule as many things in advance of Val's leaving town for a week as they could. She only had ten minutes to get settled in before the first people arrived. With her first cup of coffee poured, she braced herself for non-stop work. Lunch was at her desk, an Italian salad delivered by her favorite salad spot, Green's Eats. By the time 5:30 rolled around, Valerie was exhausted, but satisfied that everyone she needed to see before next Friday had been seen.

Sally had dinner already on the table when Val arrived home. Valerie relaxed while she ate, contemplating how she would deliver Sally to her Master. Charles had left no specific instructions, so she wanted to make it something special for Sally's rejoining the ranks of Charles' submissives. Several of her favorite ideas had to be excluded because of Sally's back and ass (her first thought had been a tight corset). She smiled wickedly when she came upon the perfect idea.

"Come with me, slave. It's time we prepared you to be delivered to your Master."

"Yes, Mistress."

Sally followed Val to their shared bedroom. There, Valerie laid Sally on the bed and retrieved several items from their upstairs toy drawer (most of their toys were stored in their basement). When Val showed Sally the set of four matching padlocks, Sally let out a small whimper.

"Mistress?"

"Yes, Sally. I'm locking you."

Sally's pussy had been pierced with eight rings for as long as Valerie had known her. The rings could flip over each other in pairs. When Valerie put the padlocks on the rings, Sally's cunt was effectively closed; nothing larger than Valerie's little finger could slip inside Sally's pussy lips. With soft caressing motions, Valerie flipped each pair of rings closed and snapped the padlock on them. The touching brought moisture to Sally's nether lips as her breathing increased in pace. Once they were all locked, Val spent another few minutes playing with Sally before she pulled her up.

The next addition to Sally's attire was a set of chain linked nipple clamps. The normal process of encouraging them to stand at attention could be bypassed as they were as erect as they were going to get from the arousal Valerie had already inflicted on Sally. On the chain, Valerie hung the key to the padlocks, so that Charles could choose when and if to open Sally's cunt. A ball gag, Sally's leash, a blindfold and a snap link were added to Valerie's purse, while Sally's attire was finished with a knee length jacket.

In the car, Valerie asked, "Are you scared?"

"A little, Mistress. Not of Master, but of myself."

"Yourself? How do you mean?"

"I'm afraid of letting Him down."

"Sally, you could no more let Master down than you could let me down. You've been wanting this for over a year. I think you'll knock His socks off. Just accept what he gives you and obey what he tells you and you can't go wrong. That's what you always told me."

Sally looked sheepish at the reminder. "I know. I guess I'm just nervous."

"Now, that's understandable. I still get nervous when I'm on my way to serve Him. Once he starts using you, the nerves will fade and you'll slide into your slavery."

Once Val had parked at the mansion, she helped Sally out of the car and removed her coat, putting it in the back seat. Valerie gagged Sally, as well as blindfolding her. Her hands were clipped behind her with the snap link and her leash attached to her collar. Val then carefully led the blind slave up to the front door of the mansion. As expected, Herman answered the door.

"Ms. Valerie, it's good to see you. Master Charles is waiting for you and Miss Sally in the lounge."

"Thank you, Herman."

Valerie led Sally through the hall and to the lounge. Charles was sitting in his favorite chair, waiting with a cup of coffee. Valerie led Sally right to in front of his chair.

"Master, may I present the slave Sally, here to serve you in any way you wish."

"Thank you, Valerie. You can leave now. Be back to pick Sally up at four, Sunday afternoon."

"Yes, Master."

Val left, heading home to relax before an extra day at work tomorrow. Saturday would see Valerie working until the late afternoon putting things in order for her absence. Sunday, she would pack for both herself and Sally so they could relax and get a good night's sleep before arriving at the airport at three in the morning to catch their flight. Sally, of course, was in for a far different sort of weekend.

Charles sat and looked at the naked slave before him. Sally trembled slightly, though not from any chill. She had no idea who was looking at her or what was planned. She did know that she would allow anything at all to happen, subject only to it being safe in her eyes. Her nipples ached from having been in clips for so long. She concentrated on keeping her breathing regular, fearful of going into hyperventilation. As the minutes passed, her arousal, which had eased some, started to grow again; her imagination starting to fill in the blanks her senses couldn't.

Charles reached out and stroked one thigh, watching as Sally's head went back and a hiss escaped from behind the gag. As he continued, she leaned slightly into his hand, begging wordlessly for more touch. Charles switched legs, giving the other the same gentle touches that served only to increase Sally's desire. He waited until she was trembling to stay on her feet to reach up and pull the chain between her breasts. With a gasp of pain, she tried to kneel, only to unbalance and fall where Charles caught her by her breasts.

With her breasts in his hands, he squeezed them and pulled on the clamps. Sally moaned in pain and writhed in her torment. In spite of her pain, Sally thrust her tits forward, encouraging her Master to play all the more. He accepted her invitation and tortured her chest for several more minutes; until he saw tears escaping from beneath the blindfold. At that point, Charles grabbed the clamps and took them off, letting blood run back into the squished nibs. Sally squealed in pain as her breasts underwent this renewed agony.




Death of a Master Ch. 02



"No speaking, Sally," Charles commanded as he removed the gag.

Sally worked her jaw and swallowed a couple of times. Charles took her head in hand and guided it towards his lap. There, Sally found an erect cock trapped in a pair of pants. Sally rooted around, trying to reach the zipper with her mouth. Finding it, she eased it down, releasing the cotton clad cock. She could smell the enticing aroma of Charles' precum and it sparked the hunger for his cock and cum. She managed to get the fly of the boxers open and felt the hot, hard cock fall against her face.

Sally's tongue snaked out and captured a drop of precum. Moaning in pleasure, she licked at his cock several more times, savoring the taste she'd come to love in years past. Gentle pressure on the back of her head instructed her to go farther. With a deep breath, Sally plunged her mouth on his cock, taking it deep into her throat. She swallowed against the embedded tip in her throat and smiled to herself as she heard Charles groan. Coming up only for the occasional breath of air, Sally deep throated Charles, bringing everything she'd learned from years of submission to bear. Her reward was to have her Master's cum ejected directly into her throat where she swallowed each drop.

As he softened, Sally backed off, leaving the emerging prick cleaned of everything but a light sheen of her saliva. Once finished, she leaned back on her heels, kneeling and waiting for her next orders. While she waited, Herman signaled Charles that his guests had arrived. Charles waved them in and seven people filed into the room. They moved with such quiet that Sally was unaware of their presence. Charles took the key and unlocked each padlock, making sure to touch her pussy a lot with each lock. Once she was opened again, he nodded to the assembled crowd.

Two men, Steven and Sir Tom, grabbed Sally's arms and dragged her to her feet. A cry of, "Master?" escaped her mouth before she remembered to be silent; reminded by a slap to her face. The men bent her over a table that had been cleared off in advance. Holding her down, they watched as two other men, Robert and Frank released their cocks and took Sally's mouth and pussy. As Sally was taken roughly, she sank into her slavery, reveling in her body being used for the sexual gratification of strangers.

Robert and Frank didn't make love to Sally; they fucked her with a vehemence that bordered on rape (if not for the total willingness of the victim). Sally's arms ached from being held behind her so tightly and her throat tried repeatedly to gag at Robert's repeated entries into her. Her pussy, on the other hand, was sending waves of pleasure through her body in response to its being filled and stretched again and again. The two men were grunting with pleasure as they propelled themselves to their climaxes.

Robert came first, pulling out to cover Sally's face with globs of cum. What she could reach with her tongue, she scooped into her mouth. As Steven took his place, Frank came in her pussy, plunging deep and letting his cock pulse until there was nothing left. When he pulled out, Rachel moved into place, her strap on in place. She rubbed it in the juices leaking from Sally's cunt and then pressed it against her ass. Sally tensed at the contact, but a sharp slap against her legs convinced her to ease up and allow the intruder entrance. Rachel pressed in with no stopping, slow and steady until she'd forced the entire nine inches of fake cock into Sally's bowels.

As Rachel pumped her double headed dildo into Sally's ass with slow, steady strokes, Steven pounded her mouth with much faster strokes, pushing the head of his cock into her throat with each brutal thrust. Sally was gagging and struggling to time her breathing while the ass fucking was driving her arousal even higher. She lost control when Rachel reach beneath her and fingered Sally's clit. Sally shuddered in orgasm and her breathing lost any semblance of evenness as she gagged and choked in her ecstasy.

Steven used his phenomenal control to hold off his own orgasm until Sally's had played itself out (gagging play was fun, inhaling semen into your lungs wasn't). As soon as Sally had regained her senses and some control over her breathing, Steven let himself go and plunged deep into her throat while his cock emptied itself of cum. Sally swallowed instinctively as she felt cum in her throat, groaning around the cock lodged deep in her. As he pulled his softening member out, she licked and sucked, leaving it clean of any fluids.

Rachel continued to fuck Sally's ass as Harry took Steven's place. Harry, instead of face fucking Sally, let her minister to him. Sally took him in and gave her best. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock while she gently sucked in it. Every once in a while, she'd bob her head and take him deep. Her hips were rocking in time with Rachel's thrusts. Sally was unaware that she was no longer being held down. Being here, being taken like this, was so natural that she couldn't think of moving from over the table.

Rachel came, her fake cock buried in Sally's ass while she shook in pleasure. Sally responded to the joy of the person fucking her and came herself, moaning around Harry's cock. As Sally's orgasm ebbed, Harry came in her mouth, feeding her another load of cum to be greedily swallowed. When Harry pulled out, Sally looked longingly for the next person to service. A cunt, Marcia's cunt, presented itself. Sally buried her face between Marcia's legs, licking at the fragrant juices available to her. Sir Tom replaced Rachel, forcing his cock into Sally's ass with one hard thrust; taking advantage of the stretched state of her hole.

Marcia had grabbed Sally's head and pressed Sally tightly against her cunt, moaning in pleasure as Sally applied her expert tongue to Marcia's pussy lips and clit. Occasionally, Sally would swipe deep, letting her tongue dip into Marcia's pussy in a faux fuck. Tom was pulling out slow and plunging back in fast, jamming Sally against Marcia with each stroke. Through it all, Sally thrust back herself, trying to impale herself on the cock in her ass even more than she was. Her need to please had been tapped and Sally was giving more than she'd thought she had to give. Tom's fingers were at Sally's cunt, paying with the folds and her clit.

Tom, already worked up by watching the earlier dominants' use of Sally, came quickly, filling her bowels with cum. Feeling the warm liquid invading her sent Sally into her next orgasm. Her screams were muffled by the pussy her mouth was locked to. Those same screams propelled Marcia to her own climax.

Soon, Sally was lying untouched again on the table. The guests had moved to other parts of the house, leaving Sally alone with Charles again. Charles stroked Sally's back, eliciting moans from her.

"Sally."

"Yes, Master?"

"This is what you're to be this weekend; a sex toy for my guests."

"Thank you, Master. I want to make you so happy. I've missed serving you so much."

"I've missed you too, my slave. Welcome back to service."

"Thank you, Master. What do you wish now, Master?"

He unclipped her hands from behind her back and removed her blindfold while he answered, "Go get cleaned up, then join us in the dungeon. Anyone will be able to use you any way they wish, but you can't initiate or ask for anything this weekend. Doctor Waston's orders will be obeyed, of course. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master," she gushed as she rose to obey.

By the time Valerie showed up at 4:00 on Sunday, Sally was exhausted and sore all over. Her ass, pussy and, mouth had been used by all eight dominants (or switches acting as dominants) at least twice each, each day. Most of the weekend had been spent in some form of bondage and her tits and pussy had been subjected to pain play on numerous occasions. Valerie found Sally and Charles waiting for her in the lounge.

"Master, it's good to see you again. How was Sally this weekend?"

"Very pleasing. My guests enjoyed themselves with our toy and she behaved as one would expect a well trained slave to behave."

"I'm glad to hear it. Is there anything else you wish from either of us before we leave?"

"No, you two will need your sleep for the flight. Will you be back in time for the auction?"

"I should, Master. The flight back is Friday evening. Are you still putting me up for bid?"

"Of course. I enjoy selling you to others; forcing you to please total strangers."

"As much as I enjoy being sold, Master," Valerie replied with a lustful smile.

Valerie and Sally left, heading home for an early dinner and bedtime. Two in the morning would arrive far sooner than either of them liked. The new week would see them in Atlanta, seeing all there was to see about pony play.



Death of a Master Ch. 03







Death of a Master Ch. 03



"Lean back, dear. Let it hurt."

Sally obeyed, leaning back and whimpering at the stab of renewed pain that flared in her tits. The sensation traveled to her pussy, touching off increased arousal as she moistened even more than she had been. Valerie held her at that point for a couple minutes, long enough for Sally's breathing to return to some semblance of normal. Letting go of the rings, Val started to caress Sally's breasts with soft, loving touches. The nipples, already poking out proudly, became even more erect. Sally's eyes closed as she absorbed the wondrous feelings her Mistress was creating. That Val might stop and leave her hanging wasn't important. Sally lived for this, serving her Mistress; being a receptacle for Valerie's attention, be it pleasurable or painful.

Valerie stopped and left Sally kneeling as she went to look at Sally's unpacked clothes. Inside the dresser of the room, she found what she was looking for. The first was an extremely short skirt; little more than a strip of cloth that went from Sally's waist to just below pussy. Sitting might very well leave her cunt in view of any who cared to look (and some who didn't care to). The top was technically a strapless halter. In reality, it was a band that went around Sally's breasts, covering those parts that needed to be covered in public. Sally's rings and nipples showed clearly through the fabric. On Sally's feet, Valerie put high heels. They were 5 inches high and laced up Sally's legs like a lattice.

"Stand up, Sally," Val ordered. "Let's go see the opening of the convention." Valerie looked at Sally for a minute. "Dear, do you want your leash?"

Sally bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, please, Mistress."

"I'm so proud of you. Sink into it, honey. Become one with your submission."

"Thank you, Mistress," Sally answered as Val took the leash out of her bag and clipped it to Sally's collar.

Valerie led Sally out into the hallway, towards the elevator. People were just beginning to fill the common areas of the hotel as the official start of the convention had passed less than an hour ago. With her two scraps of clothing, bound hands and the leash trailing from her collar, Sally attracted more than a little bit of attention. Many of the looks were actually appreciative, rather than condemning. The Atlanta Fair was a major event for the pony play crowd and they pretty much filled the hotel; making most of the people in the halls at least familiar with the idea of domination and submission. Glancing back occasionally, Val could see Sally flushing with arousal and embarrassment. In spite of her years of experience as Charles' submissive, Sally still wasn't entirely comfortable with public exposure, even among others in the lifestyle. She was, however, incredibly turned on by embarrassment.

The first public function at the convention was an informal meet and greet in the main ballroom of the hotel. Val planned on spending time there, exposing Sally to as much scrutiny as she could, before joining Mr. Sanders for dinner. As the elevator descended, it stopped on several floors to pick people up. At one stop, another person was led onto the car by a leash, though not in anything approaching Sally's outfit. A man in rather ordinary clothes led a woman on. The first thing Valerie noticed were the blinders on either side of her head. They were attached to an elaborate harness on her head that sported a plume from the top. Part of the harness was a wooden shaft that fit into her mouth, acting as a bit would on a real horse, clearly held in by the harness and not going anywhere until someone took the harness off. The woman's body was barely dressed. The majority of the outfit was an assortment of leather straps entwined around her torso (with hands bound behind her) and legs. Leather coverings had been snapped onto the straps covering her breasts and crotch. Clearly they could be easily removed. She was wearing knee high boots; but these boots were not normal at the feet. They instead ended with hooves. The entire hoof assembly was only four inches from front to back. Valerie assumed the insides were very much like a pair of extreme heels. She had seen something Calvin had called ballet torture shoes once while visiting him and Susan. They forced the feet nearly vertical and must be painful to wear for long periods of time.

The man looked at Sally and smiled. Turning to Val, he asked, "Pony or submissive?"

"Submissive. I'm Valerie, and you are…?"

"My apologies. Henry, and this is my filly, Shasta."

"She's very lovely. This is Sally, my slave."

The elevator reached the ground floor, and the two pairs walked out with the crowd, turning towards the ballroom.

"So what brings a slave and her Mistress to a pony girl show?"

"I'm with Delgrasi publishing. We're covering the show for The Pony's Paddock. Actually though, I'm not with the reporter crew. I'm part of the advertising team and I'm escorting a potential client."

"Ah, that would explain it. Shasta and I are here to compete in the dressage competition."

At the mention of the competition, Shasta's head came up and there was an excitement in her eyes. Her feet stomped a bit, as if eager to do something.

Henry chuckled. "Shasta's excited. We've been practicing for months on our routine. I'm not sure she'll last until Wednesday." He turned towards her and stroked her hair. "Easy girl. You don't want to wear yourself out before the show." The woman nuzzled, there was no better word for it, the man's hand.

"She really gets into her pony, doesn't she?"

"Yes, she does. When the pony gear goes on, Shasta stops being Julie and becomes her pony self. She won't talk or communicate like a person in any way."

"How often does Julie become Shasta?"

"When she can, every day. Work doesn't always allow her, however." He noticed Valerie's eyes flick down to look at the boots. "She doesn't always wear the hooves; it would be too hard on her feet and ankles. Today, however, she wanted to show off."

"I understand. Sally enjoys being displayed as well, more than we have the chance to. If I may ask, is pony play erotic for you and Julie?"

"Not really, at least for me. Julie does, and I suspect her husband enjoys the benefits of her enjoyment."

"So you're not a couple?"

"Oh no. I'm her trainer and handler, not her lover. I know many trainers have sex with their pony girls, but for me, it would feel too much like bestiality. Shasta doesn't find being a pony erotic either. Julie finds the public exposure erotic."

"I see. So for both of you, Julie and Shasta are actually different creatures?"

"Exactly, much the way a character actor can literally be a different person when playing a role."

They parted ways then, each mingling with the growing crowd in the room. Numerous clusters of people were forming, whether from past associations or the recognition of shared interests, Valerie couldn't tell. Valerie had more conversations with some of the attendees, many drawn to the sight of Sally, in all her exposure. It didn't take long for Sally to be sporting a deep blush throughout her body. In spite of the attention, Valerie was caught by surprise by Sally's pleading, "Mistress?" Turning from the person she was talking with, Valerie saw a man fondling Sally's breasts.

"Excuse me!" Val explained in a loud voice. Heads across the room turned in her direction. Valerie pulled Sally behind her, interjecting herself between the man and Sally. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

The look of disdain from him set Val's blood boiling. His response didn't help things. "Checking out the merchandise. She is just a slave, after all."

"No, she's not just a slave. She's my slave and I'll thank you for keeping your paws off her."

His eyes seemed to be fixed on Valerie's collar, his expression not softening in the least. "And who are you, slave, to be giving me orders?"

Valerie stared hard at him until he looked her in the eyes. "I'm the woman who's going to geld you if you don't back off right now." Valerie's tone was icy and menacing. The man's pupils dilated, widening as his fear grew. He backed away several steps before turning and moving briskly to some distance.

"You handled that very well."

Valerie turned to the voice, finding another man standing nearby. A badge identified him as Justin, a member of the convention staff. "Thank you. I've found it best to brace bullies head on."

"Well, Sydney certainly counts as a bully. Be advised that he's also a vindictive…sucker," he finished after struggling to find something he could say in an official capacity.

Valerie started to say something in response when she noticed Sally's eyes brimming with moisture. "Sally, what is it?"

"Mistress, can we go back to our room?"

Valerie picked up on the unspoken tenseness in her voice. "Of course dear, we do have to get ready for dinner with our client." She turned to Justin and made her excuses. "Forgive me, I have to go, I'm seeing a business client for dinner and we have just enough time to change."

"Of course. Enjoy the fair."

Val led Sally back to their room, holding her tongue until they were alone once more, safely in their room. Once there, she undid Sally's cuffs, freeing her arms. Sally threw her arms around Val and started to cry. Valerie held her close, not saying a word, waiting for Sally to be able to express herself. Several minutes passed.

"Mistress, I don't know what happened. He touched me and I just couldn't do anything. I knew he didn't have your permission, but I couldn't make myself make him stop."

"Sally, it's okay, it is. He was in the wrong, not you. You didn't do anything wrong; in fact, you got my attention so I could stop it."

"But…but…I didn't call out right away. It's like I had to let him have his way. I didn't want it, but I didn't stop it or cry out."

Valerie sat down, pulling Sally close to her, holding her tight. As Sally shook against her, Valerie pondered what her reaction might mean. She worried that Sally might be losing her ability to defend herself from truly unwanted advances. Was it possible for someone to get so into their submissive headspace that they reacted to any domination, even unwelcome or unwarranted domination? Their master/slave relationship had been very comfortable since Valerie had overcome her revulsion to inflicting pain on her lover.

"Sally, was it shock? Were you just so surprised that he'd touch you that you froze?"

"I don't think so. He watched me for several minutes first. I knew what he was going to try, and I couldn't make myself stop him."

"I don't know what's happening with you right now, but we shouldn't take any chances. No more public exposure or bondage. Change your clothes to something more vanilla; sexy, but vanilla. I also don't want you alone outside the room. If you're experiencing some harmful side effects of your submission, I need to protect you better."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"I know you are." Before she could reassure Sally that she'd done nothing wrong, it occurred to Val that Sally believed she'd done wrong. She was convinced that she should have taken some action to prevent or stop the unwarranted touching. Quickly, she made a decision. "I'm still going to punish you though, after dinner."

"Yes, Mistress," she answered, breaking into new tears. "Thank you, Mistress."

Smiling, Valerie said, "Get dressed, love."

The two ladies were dressed in casual business style when they met Mr. Sanders at the restaurant in the hotel. Conversation was just small talk until they'd ordered; at which time talk turned to the fair.

"So, Mr. Sanders, what do you think of pony girls and boys after one day at the fair?"

"It's hard to form an opinion. I haven't seen many pony girls yet. Everyone seems to be fairly normal from what I've seen. Honestly, your collars are the most outlandish things I've seen so far."

"That's true, though you must have missed Henry and Shasta at the meet and greet."

"I didn't make that event. I was in the vendor room, taking stock of what's available and of interest. There were some interesting displays there. What I did see of what passed for tack was appalling. Some of the things being offered were so poor quality as to be dangerous."

"Exactly! This lifestyle is ripe for someone to enter the field with quality, reasonably priced equipment. Right now, the only quality gear to be had is hand made by individual artisans. While there's nothing wrong with that, it puts a crimp on supply and forces prices out of the reach of the majority of adherents."

"That much is clear. What isn't clear is whether pony play is something our company wants to be involved in. The idea of using some of the things we think nothing of using on horses on people is still shocking, if not actually appalling. Knowing for sure that it's an enjoyed, consensual activity would be the minimum needed to convince me that we would be able to involve ourselves morally."

"I'm curious, Mr. Sanders," Sally interjected. "Why doesn't the mere existence of The Pony's Paddock and similar publications demonstrate that very fact?"

"Tell me, Ms. Thatcher, have you heard of the Bermuda Triangle?"

"Of course. It's been a cult favorite for decades."

"Yes, that's a good appellation, cult. There have been untold books on the subject, as well as periodicals dedicated to the subject. Reading those, one would conclude that there's truly something unusual going on in that area of the ocean. The truth, however, is quite different. All the most famous disappearances do have rational explanations. In fact, the numbers of unusual disappearances in that area of the ocean happen in any similar body of water. You see, printing something that says things are true is far different from those things being true. I need more than your magazine's word that this is something people actually enjoy."

Sally chuckled at his answer. "I have to admit, I've never heard the triangle rebutted so eloquently before. I've met pony girls before and I'm certain you'll find what you need here."

"Honestly, I hope I do. The potential for Ridgeview's profits is immense."

Val shook her head. "I've been trying to tell tack companies that for years. Is there anything you need to ask me?"

"I don't think so. Mr. Freshin was pretty thorough when we talked earlier. I'm here primarily to confirm what he's already told me."

The dinner conversation moved to other topics. Valerie realized that she actually had very little to do at the convention. As long as she made sure Mr. Sanders met the pony girls themselves, he'd get the information he needed. After arranging to meet him in the main lobby at 1:45 the next day, Valerie and Sally retired to their room.

Once they were inside, Val embraced Sally from behind. "It's time for your punishment, Sally."

"Yes, Mistress. How do you want me?"

"Undress and lay yourself across the bed, hands behind your back."

Sally did so, her body trembling slightly from both excitement and a little fear. Valerie clipped her cuffs together and pulled a cane from the drawer where they'd unpacked it to. She tapped it lightly against Sally's ass, letting her slave know what was coming.

"Ten strokes, Sally. I expect you to let me know if someone else tries to take any liberties with you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

Val held one hand on Sally's back, holding her slave in place while the other hand struck with the cane. A deft movement at her elbow brought the cane down with a swish. The impact site went red, a welt rising as Sally cried out softly. It felt like a line of fire had been laid on her ass. Before the pain of the first could fade, another stoke hit, raising a welt just below the first. Valerie knew her strokes were nowhere near as hard as those Charles used. That was why she could inflict more strokes. Her Master used very hard strokes of the cane; hard enough that most submissives used their safe word by the time he'd struck the fifth time.

By the fifth stroke, Sally was crying loudly from the pain. Valerie laid the last five strokes so they crossed the first five, creating a cross patch on Sally's ass. By the time Val had finished with the tenth stroke, Sally was gasping with each one; the pain from the cane seemingly forcing the air from her lungs. Her arms pulled against binding between her wrists and her head was pulled up as her body tried to escape the punishment but her mind willed herself to stay put. As soon as the last stroke landed, Valerie tossed the cane to the side and knelt beside her lover, hugging her close.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress, I'm so sorry," Sally gasped between her sobs.

"I know, I know," Valerie answered. "You're forgiven. I know you won't let it happen again."

"Thank you, Mistress, thank you so much."

Valerie let one hand drift between Sally's legs. Her cunt was damp, her submission driving her arousal in spite of the pain of the caning. When she felt the probing, Sally spread her legs to give Valerie easier access. Valerie's hand stroked the wet cunt lips with gentle strokes, teasing her love's pussy, prodding it to higher arousal. Val's other hand took hold of Sally's head and turned it towards her, capturing the sub's mouth in a passionate kiss. The kiss was returned with equal passion. Beyond the obvious need both women were experiencing, their passion was fueled by the deep love they had for each other.

Sally's gasps were transformed from those of pain to those of pleasure. Her hands wanted to return the attention she was receiving from Val, and the writhing of her hands showed just that. Valerie kept her fingers out of Sally's pussy and away from her clit, teasing her and pushing her higher. Sally's hips started to thrust back, trying to spear Val's fingers in her cunt. Valerie, well experienced in teasing her slave, deftly kept her fingers on just the lips, enjoying the moans of frustration she was pulling from Sally. With her mouth locked into a deep kiss, she couldn't even plead for what she wanted; penetration and attention to her clit. In the back of her mind, Sally knew Valerie was playing an old game with her, but that never made it any easier to bear. She whimpered with need and desire, both for what she wanted for herself and for what she wanted to do for her Mistress. Valerie broke the kiss, putting her finger over Sally's lips, motioning her to silence.

Valerie stopped what she was doing; smiling at the moan of sadness Sally gave. Retrieving more toys, she added to Sally's bondage by blindfolding and gagging her. Ropes were tied about her knees, pulling them out; anchoring them to the legs of the motel bed. Another rope tied to her collar, pinned her in place, bound to the opposite side of the bed. Finally, Val put the strap on around her waist, the plastic cock sticking out from her cunt like a monstrous erection. This strap on had two sides, the other firmly embedded in Val's pussy and against her clit.

Valerie rubbed the cock against Sally's pussy, not yet penetrating. Sally gave cry to her desire, moaning through the gag and bucking her hips as much as her bonds allowed. Val used Sally's own secretions to liberally coat the phallus with lubricant. When the fake cock glistened each time she pulled out, Valerie slammed it into Sally's cunt, provoking a squeal and moan from her helpless lover. Each time she pulled out, it was slow; slow enough to let Val twist from side to side to rub the inside of Sally's pussy. Each time she thrust in, Valerie went fast; fast enough to slam Sally's clit into the bed. Between her strokes, Val rolled and rocked her hips, forcing the end inside her own pussy to touch places that had her gasping with her own pleasure.




Death of a Master Ch. 03



When she noticed that Sally was straining against her orgasm, Valerie ordered, "Cum, slave; cum as often as you can."

Sally responded by tensing and screaming into the gag, her body shuddering in a climax long overdue. Through it, Valerie kept the fucking motions going, pressing Sally deeper into her orgasm and not letting her down from her sensual high. It seemed to Sally that she no sooner had one orgasm finish than the constant stimulation forced another on her. Just seeing her lover writhe in ecstasy sent Valerie on her own roller coaster of pleasure. When her orgasm started, she slammed into Sally one more time and rolled her end of the dildo around her pussy and pressed her clit hard against the nubs nestled against it.

When her orgasm ended, Valerie pulled out and undid the straps on the harness, letting the toy fall to the floor. Sally was unbound and the two women collapsed in each others' arms on the bed. Light kisses were traded as they relaxed from their exertions. It wasn't long before they fell asleep.

Valerie woke to the sound of the door to the room opening and a cart being wheeled in. Her eyes snapped open as she realized she was covered by a light blanket. Her eyes focused on Sally, dressed, handing a motel employee some money. The aroma of eggs, ham, bacon and cheese filled the room; obviously coming from the covered plates on the cart, overcoming another, older scent. Sally turned to see her Mistress awake as she closed the door behind the gentleman.

"Good morning, Mistress. I took the liberty of ordering breakfast from room service."

"It smells wonderful, Sally. Did you order for yourself?"

"Yes, Mistress, though I was intending on waiting for permission to eat it."

"Good." Val threw the cover off and sat on the edge of the bed. "I think I need to clean up first. Draw me a bath, Sally, and I'll let you feed me while I bathe."

"Yes, Mistress," she replied with a smile.

Sally drew the bath, adding bubble lotion, knowing Val loved bubble baths. While Valerie soaked in the tub, Sally fed her breakfast. This kind of service was something she'd done in the past, though not very often. Sally marveled at how being fed by Valerie and feeding Valerie both felt so submissive to her. It truly was as much the mindset she let herself sink into as it was what she did, or was done to her.

Once both women had eaten, they left the room to wander the convention. Neither of the two was much interested in pony play for their own enjoyment, but both did have a natural curiosity about the fetish. Both had experienced forced animalization at the hands of Rachael (as a dog) and didn't really understand why someone would want to be treated as an animal of some sort.

Very few ponies were in evidence in the halls of the motel. That was to be expected, seeing as most pony girls were, for the most part, nearly nude when in the role of their pony. Val wasn't certain if the dearth of outfits that covered was a personal choice or a fact of economics. Such outfits, usually leather, were quite expensive. The more body that was covered, the pricier the suit. Valerie understood from the organizers that the motel insisted that local decency laws be observed in the general public areas of the motel. The various conference halls and large meeting rooms where the events were to take place were another matter. Of course, since one had to traverse the halls to get to the rooms, it was a moot point for most participants.

Like many conventions, the pony girl fair was a bustle of widely different people, both in gender and personality. Valerie was realizing just how misnamed the term pony girl was. There seems to be quite a few pony boys as well, though the girls did outnumber the boys. She did have the distinct feeling that a higher percentage of the male ponies were also submissives. In both cases, however, pony didn't mandate submissive; quite a few human ponies were seemingly neither submissive nor dominant, and neither were their trainers or handlers (Val wasn't yet certain the difference between the two).

Valerie and Sally spent the morning watching a demonstration intended for novice ponies and trainers. A trainer/pony team was demonstrating the basics of moving and acting like a horse. Valerie had been unaware that true horses had as much personality variance as people did. This meant that just about any personality type could play pony and not have to change. The pony in the demonstration could only be called playful. She showed clear impatience when the trainer was talking and fidgeted much like a real horse, according to the speaker. The joy in the woman's face when she was put through her paces was palpable. Valerie could only smile in sympathy; herself having the same joy in submission to her Master. At the end of the presentation, time was allotted for the observers to try a little pony play for themselves. While many were tentative, a few were able to get into the spirit and let their inner ponies shine through.

That afternoon, they met Mr. Sanders at the panel discussion early enough to get good seats. The seats filled up fast and soon, there was standing room only. The four members of the panel were seated up front, dressed in casual clothes; no sign of pony outfits to be seen. One of the members was Julie, the woman she'd met briefly as Shasta the day before.

"If I can have your attention please, I'd like to get started so we have plenty of time for questions," Julie announced, her voice booming through the microphone. As the chatter quieted she made introductions. "I'm Julie, also known as Shasta in my pony persona. To my left are Gabriel, whose Spirit won the cart racing trophy in Houston last year and Carl, sometimes known as Tiny, a work horse." That brought several chuckles from the crowd, since Carl was a large man, and likely an equally large pony. "To my right is Naomi, who took the dressage trophy at this very convention three years ago as Calliope. Welcome to our panel. We're going to share just why we engage in what many would consider the unusual sport of pony play. It's our hope that these reasons will resonate with those of you who are ponies yourselves and help you others understand us, and any pony girls and boys in your lives. You'll find the four of us have very different reasons for what we do. Those reasons might make sense, or perhaps they'll just leave you wondering how anyone could feel that way. Regardless, try to understand us, even if it seems nuts. We're all nuts to someone, that's why mixed nuts are the best." Polite chuckles were the only response to her joke. "I'll let Gabriel start us off. Gabriel?"

"Thanks, Julie." The short blond looked out at the crowd. "What's important to understand about me is that I don't think of myself as a human, not really. My spirit is horse; it's always been so. Books like Black Beauty and movies like Spirit always have resonated with me to my very soul. To run with the wind is pure joy for me. I am a horse trapped in a human body, much like the transgender may feel like a woman or man trapped in the wrong sexual body. When I was a child, I felt so much more at home with the horses in my dad's stables. I knew them, understood how they thought and felt. They understood me too."

Valerie saw the rapturous look on Gabriel's face as she talked more about her intimate (mentally) relationship with horses. While Valerie would never understand this feeling of being in the wrong body, she could appreciate what that trapped feeling was like. It was plain on her face.

"If I couldn't escape into my true self, Spirit, I'd be a depressed mess these days," Gabriel continued. "I'd much like to be Spirit full time, but human ponies don't pay the bills. I'm so thankful for an unguarded school computer that led to my discovering pony play when I was 16. From the moment I saw my first pony girl, I knew this was the life for me. The following two years were agonizing for me, as the underage can't find a trainer or handler. The rest, as they say, is history."

After the light applause died down, Julie spoke, introducing Carl again. "Carl, why don't you tell the people why you're a pony boy."

"Sure thing, Julie. For me, it's love and respect. There's no more beautiful and majestic creature than the horse. Compared to people, horses are the perfect creature; loyal, lovely, honest, smart. I have trouble understanding how anyone could not want to be a pony or horse. You can't fool a horse with lies and subterfuge. You always know what a horse thinks of you, good or bad. If a horse respects his rider, he'll run himself to death if that's what the rider needs. When I'm Tiny, I become, for a while, like the horse I admire. Being a pony boy is as much about my respect and admiration for horses as it is about making me a better person, if only for a short time. The work I do as Tiny is very cleansing for my mind and soul."

"Thank you, Carl. Next up is Naomi. Naomi?"

"Thank you, Julie. I'm neither a horse in a human body, nor am I madly in love with horses themselves," Naomi started with nods to Gabriel and Carl. "What I am, is a submissive; a willing slave to my Master, Lawrence.' Naomi pointed towards a man sitting in the front row who nodded in response. "My happiness comes from serving my Master in any way he wishes. One of those wishes is for me to be a champion pony girl. So, that's what I set out to become. I have to admit, I didn't like it at first. Dressage is hard work and my costume is designed to be a type of bondage, so it's rather uncomfortable. But seeing the look of pride on His face when I'm competing well; well there's nothing better than knowing your Master is pleased with you." Valerie and Sally both nodded at that, understanding just where Naomi was coming from. "I've come to enjoy being a pony girl, but it was never about my enjoyment; it's always been about His."

"Thanks, Naomi. I guess that leaves me. I started pony play because I saw others doing it and it just looked like so much fun, as well as erotic as hell. I've always had a kinky side to my sex and pony play just turns me on like nothing else does. While my husband isn't much into it, he's willing to suffer the benefits of my interest in it." Her comment brought a scattering of laughter from the crowd. "So there you have it, folks; just four of the many reasons we're ponies. Let's open the floor to questions and comments." Pointing to the convention staffer who had carried a microphone stand out, she added, "Just form a line at the mike and we'll try to get to everyone. When you speak, introduce yourself first and address your question, if you have one, to the panel member you wish to have answer it."

There was a flurry of movement as people stood and moved towards the mike. The first person in line waited until the noise had settled and then asked her question.

"Hi, I'm Tammy. Gabriel, have you found your experiences as a pony making you aware of the cruelty that farm animal slaves go through on a daily basis?"

The groan that went through the crowd suggested that this type of question had been heard before. Valerie found it unbelievable that someone would interject a clearly leading, and political question into the proceedings. The disgust was radiating from Gabriel's face as she visibly fought to keep her emotions in check before she answered.

"Why do you do this, Tammy? Every convention, you're at the forums spouting your nonsense in the most insulting manner possible. I really wish you'd just leave me alone." Gabriel took a deep breath before continuing. A couple of staffers had moved closer, obviously ready to escort Tammy away. "Farm animals aren't slaves; you have to be human to be a slave. Just because I'm a horse born in a human body doesn't make horses equal to people. If anything, I've become more aware of the plight of millions of human beings who are treated like animals against their will. Now, go away, please."

As if that was the signal, the two men took Tammy, complaining all the while, and escorted her from the room. There was murmuring until Julie spoke again.

"I apologize, everyone. I'm afraid Tammy has been a thorn in our sides for quite some time. If we could return to the discussion at hand, it'd be appreciated. Let's not give her the satisfaction of responding to her statements."

The rest of the time went fairly normally; or as normal as a group of people interested in human animal play could be. About a third of the speakers simply wanted to thank the presenters for speaking to things they themselves had felt. Of the questions, half were of the probing kind; intended to learn more about one or more of the panel's feelings about being ponies. The rest of the questions were more personal in nature and ranged from advice on how to get started in pony play to practical issues of just how to overcome various obstacles to play.

Partway through the question and answer phase, Valerie started feeling like she was being watched. Looking around, she saw Sydney, the man from the meet and greet the day before, staring intently at her. Their eyes met and she couldn't help but shudder at the anger and hate that seemed to roll off the man. Grateful for the public venue, Valerie turned away and tried to ignore his presence. By the time the panel had broken up, he was gone.

The rest of the day was uneventful, though informative. The couple didn't see much of Mr. Sanders and the executive didn't make contact with them during the day. Apparently he preferred to get his information unfiltered, as it were, by a guide. Valerie had that sense, cultivated from much experience, that this sale was one that would take care of itself; and that her best strategy was to simply stay out of the way.

Tuesday, Val and Sally took some time off from the convention to take in the sights of Atlanta. Both enjoyed the Georgia aquarium (the largest in the world) and the Atlanta Botanical gardens. The Martin Luther King Jr. Historical site was a must see for Valerie while Sally practically gushed during their tour of the Margaret Mitchell House. They savored some of Atlanta's best, authentic southern cuisine at Pittypat's Porch restaurant (the mint juleps were to die for) and the Redfish Creole bistro.

As they returned home that evening, tired and well fed, Valerie stopped just inside the door to their room.

"Mistress, is anything wrong?"

"I don't know. Something feels wrong, but I'm not sure what."

Sally looked around, her eyes noting everything in the room. "I don't see anything missing, Mistress."

Val shook her head. "I don't either. Still, the room feels wrong. It's probably nothing," she sighed, thinking her imagination was getting carried away. In spite of her uneasiness, Valerie's lack of security training left her unable to pick up on the slight changes in position of the various personal items in the room. The repercussions from this day would be far reaching.

During their time out on the town playing tourist, Valerie kept Sally in her slavery as deeply as possible. Her color and cuffs were in evidence and Sally was instructed to only use Mistress when talking with Valerie, no matter how public. Valerie ordered food for Sally and had her asking for permission for anything she wanted to do, even use the bathroom. Effectively, Valerie treated Sally no differently than when they were at home, only she was able to impose her will on her slave for the entire day. That night, Sally was made to sleep on a cushion at the foot of the bed. In spite of numerous embarrassing incidents, Sally was in heaven the entire day; her slavery fitting her like a well worn glove.

On Wednesday, Valerie made sure to attend the tack making workshop and demo. She wanted to see how Mr. Sanders took the information the workshop had to offer. Unlike many of the attendees, Sanders had the look of someone who knew just what was going on and who could bring a critical eye to the equipment and its construction. The workshop leaders responded and eagerly answered any questions he had about their techniques and how the equipment was designed to be used. He was clearly gathering information about potential future product lines.

Valerie had to restrain herself from shouting, "Yes!" and pumping her fist in the air when he asked one of the demonstrators, "So tell me, is there any one item of tack that is most needed by ponies; something that is beyond the abilities of the amateur craftsman to make?"

There was no hesitation at all in their response. "A bit designed to fit in, and work in a human mouth."

"Yes, I can see the problem. A bit for a horse is supposed to set behind the rear molars; both to prevent it from being spit out and to keep from damaging the teeth from biting on it. People don't have that gap, and if they did, their cheeks would prevent a bit from resting there for any length of time."

"You know your horses, sir."

"I should. One can't work for Ridgeview for any length of time and not know something about the equine body and mind."

"You're with Ridgeview Riding Gear? I didn't see a table for you in the vendor room."

"We don't have one. This is research for the company; determining if pony play is a market we wish to develop."

"I don't know what criteria you're working under, but a real tack company selling pony play gear would be such a boon to the lifestyle. Right now, everything is hand made (and usually lesser quality), modified from real gear (and potentially dangerous), or custom made by individual craftsmen (and prohibitively expensive). Have you made a determination yet?"

"I'm not at liberty to say; but I can say that I'm currently gathering information on potential product lines in the event that the board of directors decides to move forward. Of course, I'd appreciate your discretion on the matter."

As the workshop leader promised to keep the information close to his chest, Valerie smiled at the advertising savvy Mr. Sanders demonstrated. By the time Ridgeview announced that they were entering the field, the word would have been spread far and wide; within the lifestyle. By the time the first products were released, their market would be primed and initial sales would be phenomenal.

The rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday were unremarkable, both in terms of things seen at the convention and in the personal interactions of the two ladies. In the two years that Sally had been Valerie's slave, their interactions had become almost second nature to them. It took something exceptional, such as Sally's reaction to Sydney's unwanted attentions, to cause either one to think actively about their Mistress/slave relationship. This isn't to say that they had no problems; like any close relationship, they had their fair share. They simply were able to handle those problems like any other healthy couple.

Occasionally, it would occur to them that many people living in an M/s relationship never achieved the comfortable familiarity in it that they had. They'd never be able to recognize what they did differently from others, but the fact that both had been in mental health therapy and had learned to communicate well and openly had much to do with it. Communication is important in any relationship and doubly so in a D/s one. It also helped that even after three years; they were madly in love with one another.

Friday morning arrived with the patter of rain on the window of their room. Dark clouds were releasing their burden on the city of Atlanta, bringing a welcome cooling from the higher temperatures earlier in the week. As Sally washed her in the shower, Valerie thought about the last event she was interested in watching; the harness races. They were the only event scheduled to be held outside the hotel. One of the local members of the lifestyle had a horse breeding and training ranch outside the city limits and had made his track available to the convention for the races. Valerie and Mr. Sanders had made plans to take a cab together to the ranch to watch the racing.




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The brochure indicated that the grounds were mostly unfinished and that observers would be advised to wear sturdy foot gear. Between that and the rain, Valerie dressed both herself and Sally with good, sturdy, water resistant boots that came up to mid-calf on them. She decided, however, to put Sally on display again while they were out. She started with a corset, laced tightly so that Sally's waist lost a couple of inches and her breasts were forced up and out from her body. By the time Val had finished the lacing, Sally was unable to take deep breaths. A remote controlled vibrating egg was placed in her pussy and the eight rings on her pussy lips locked shut with the small padlocks Valerie had for just that purpose. Matching Sally's black boots was a short, black skirt that fit tightly around her waist and came down to mid-thigh. The effect was to limit Sally to a sedate walking pace that required her to swing her hips more than usual. Over the top of the white corset was a loose knit black sweater, designed more for what it showed through than for any protection from the elements it might provide. Lastly, a pair of white binder gloves were put on her arms, though it was left unlaced for the time being; her arms still free of one another. The cord was placed in Valerie's purse, along with the remote to the vibrator.

Valerie dressed herself less provocatively, purposely making sure that all eyes would be on Sally instead of herself. Jeans, t-shirt and a denim jacket made up her ensemble. She also made sure Sally was aware of the leash, nipple clamps and butt plug that she added to her purse. While she had no plans for using them, their mere presence would arouse Sally quite a bit.

After breakfast, they met Mr. Sanders outside and hailed a cab. Once the cab was enroute, Valerie turned towards Sanders. "Well, Mr. Sanders, what do you think of the convention and of pony play in general?"

"I have to say, Ms. Burbon, I'm surprised. I really had no idea that such things were so popular. I expected to find a smattering of sex maniacs; instead, I found intelligent, thoughtful people who simply enjoy an unusual form of role playing. The Society for Creative Anachronisms could take lessons on fully immersing oneself in one's role. I'm also appalled by what people have to do to play these roles. Between the outrageous prices and blatant dangers involved in using some of the gear that I've seen being used on people, Ridgeview has an almost moral obligation to provide safe, affordable equipment for the players, I believe they call themselves."

"You don't know how much it pleases me to hear you say that. While I'm not into pony play myself, I do sympathize with the dilemma they've been in for all these years. I've been trying to woo tack companies to advertise in The Pony's Paddock ever since I took the reins here at Delgrasi. I knew if I could just convince a representative from a company to see what pony play really was, they'd be convinced."

"You nailed that correctly. My research is done now; the harness race is for relaxation and enjoyment."

"I was able, thanks to my being with Delgrasi, to swing some stable passes so you can see the ponies as they suit up, so to speak, and prepare for the races."

"Thank you, Ms. Burbon. I was wondering how I was going to manage that."

Once the cab had dropped them off and been paid, the three wandered over to the stabling area. The sharp, pungent aroma of horse affected them differently. Valerie and Sally, unused to the smell, grimaced and even sneezed a couple of times. Mr. Sanders, a horseman from a long line of horsemen, inhaled deeply and a visage of pleasure filled his face. Because this was a working stable, there were real horses in many of the stalls. A section had been cleaned up for the pony girls, though the aroma of horse wasn't that easily banished (and many wouldn't want it so). Men and women milled about, some stretching in preparation for getting into their gear and role, while others inspected bags of equipment or gave whispered pep talks.

Mr. Sanders was watching and listening intently, smiling as he observed that the talk was human to horse style talking. The trainers and handlers were as much into the roles as the ponies themselves. His attention was captured by the first of the ponies to suit up, as it were. Her arms were bound behind her back, in this case, wrist to elbow, demonstrating incredible flexibility (all pony arms would be bound, though a few would be to their sides). The naked woman had a harness affair strapped to her torso. The harness had two sturdy rings on either side. A headdress was placed on her head. The head gear had a large plume of red and blue feathers and blinders on either side of the pony girl's eyes. A bit gag was clipped to the helmet, the long lines trailing from it draped carefully about the pony's shoulders for now. Sturdy leather boots were added that came up to her knees (while all ponies would wear similar boots, only a few would have footgear that had a hoof as a sole). The last thing to be added was the pony's tail. This was a butt plug that had a thick mane of horse hair attached. Once emplaced, the woman truly looked like she had a horse's tail (not every pony used a butt plug tail, some preferred a harness attachment).

By now, most of the other pony girls were donning their equipment. While the variation in what they donned was large, all had the effect of transforming them from human women to human ponies. Like real horses, they came in a wide variety of shapes, colors and sizes; as well as temperaments. Watching the visible changes in behavior as they transformed themselves was astounding to Mr. Sanders. He was certain that he'd always be surprised no matter how many times he witnessed it.

When a man came in and announced that it was time for the weight handicapping, Mr. Sanders smiled. This was something familiar to him. In a horse harness race, the buggies and drivers were weighed and every contestant was given extra weight for the carriage so that all the horses pulled the same weight. Apparently, the participants had done their research into harness racing as well as they had every other aspect of their play.

He watched several more ladies perform their transformation from person to pony, and then followed several to where they were to be attached to the carriages (Sanders wondered why they didn't use the term sulky that was used in real harness racing). There were eight two wheeled carts, much like an oriental rickshaw in design. The carry poles were slung through the rings on ether side of each girl's harness and brackets fitted to keep them from sliding back out. As each girl was hooked up, a race official loaded the underside cargo hatch with weights of various sizes designed to make sure each pony was pulling the same load. Once the carts were all attached, officials led the girls to the starting area of the track.

It was there that he encountered a major difference from real harness races. The starter was reminding the riders (and the pony girls, by implication) of the rules for the race. Unlike with real horses, the gait requirements weren't referred to as trotting or pacing; which made sense since those terms referred to the pairs of legs that a horse moved at once. Instead, they would be required to maintain a high step gait; one where their knees always came up to there waist line. This would prevent any of them from going at a full out gallop. The race was to be one complete mile oval. As he watched the girls practice their high steps, he wondered just how they'd be able to keep such a gait for an entire mile.

As the ponies were moved into the starting gates, Sanders moved to where he could watch the entire race, shadowed by Valerie and Sally. With a loud ringing, the gates opened and the girls lunged out onto the track. It immediately became apparent that pony and rider were a close knit team. With the blinders on their heads, the ponies has to trust the drivers to guide them safely around the track while the pony girls concentrated on maintaining their proper gait at as fast a pace as possible. Valerie and Sally were soon unable to see the race clearly but Mr. Sanders had brought a small pair of binoculars. With it, he was able to watch the ponies and drivers jostle for position. Like real harness races, the results were as much the result of strategy as of speed. A couple of contestants were adopting the tactic of not going all out at first, counting on the other racers to tire themselves before the end of the race.

It was interesting to watch the various pairs of racers and the methods they'd developed to communicate during the race. While some ponies were directed entirely by the driver's handling of the reins, others relied much more on strategic use of a buggy whip to direct their pony girl. Mr. Sanders couldn't help but wince at that particular tactic; knowing how much the snap of such a whip could hurt against unprotected flesh. He was sure that at least one team was using entirely verbal commands as they attempted to maneuver in the press of carts and ponies.

In the end, the race was nearly a photo finish. The initial leading ponies did, in fact tire a bit, letting those that held back a little to close to threatening distances. The final winner of the heat won by less than the length of a single pony girl. In no time whatsoever, the drivers were out of the carts and massaging sore pony leg muscles as the girls panted from their recent exertions. The mood seemed jovial, even among those who didn't qualify for the final heat (there were two preliminaries from which the top four would advance to the final heat).

Valerie and Sally weren't able to stay for the entire set of races as their flight left in the early afternoon. Mr. Sanders promised to get in touch with Valerie about advertising in the near future; once the company decided just what they were going to do, though getting into the fetish market was pretty much a foregone conclusion. Three hours of fevered activity later, Valerie and Sally found themselves in the security line at the airport, their bags already checked in. In spite of the long lines, they were processed fairly quickly and had no trouble making their flight. Unlike the flight out, Valerie didn't torture Sally any, letting her relax as much as possible on the flight. By the time they'd arrived home, both were exhausted and simply went to bed.

Valerie woke Saturday morning as the sun streamed through her window. The familiar and comforting presence of her lover next to her made the waking process enjoyable. Sally, as she frequently did when unrestrained in bed, had buried her head under a pillow, rendering herself immune to the effects of the sun. Valerie reached over her body and pinched one of Sally's nipples, squeezing until Sally woke with a moan.

"Time to get up, sleepyhead," she whispered.

"Yes, Mistress. How may I serve you?"

"I need to get ready for the auction tonight. Prepare me a bath, and then fix breakfast while I clean up."

"Yes, Mistress. Sausage and cheese omelets?"

"That sounds delightful. Let's have English muffins as well."

"Okay, Mistress."

Sally rolled out of the bed and padded off to the bathroom to ready Valerie's bath. Sally knew that auction night at Mephisto's was one of Valerie's favorite times. During the auction, Valerie could experience her submission as deeply as she ever could at their Master's hands. Charles, whenever possible, was present when Valerie sold herself for the night, often binding her for the display himself. Regular, deep submission when possible was one of the things that allowed Valerie to own Sally's slavery as much as she did. Valerie was by no means a dominant; being at most a switch who leaned more towards submissive. The near devotive routine she engaged in on these once a month Saturdays enabled Valerie to be the demanding owner that Sally needed her to be.

Valerie slipped into her bath while Sally fixed breakfast. Her body slick from the bath oils, Valerie caressed herself, bringing a flush of arousal to her body. Her nipples started to stiffen and she felt a tingling start in her pussy. The warmth of the water disguised the rising heat in her body as she purposely teased herself. For over a year, Charles had ordered Val to go to the auction at the height of her arousal, but without having cum the entire day. Orgasm denial was a favorite type of play for Valerie, both as a sub and as a dominant. She would take herself to the edge several times today before heading to The Mephisto Club to be auctioned to the highest bidder for charity.

As her arousal grew, her breathing growing quicker as her need increased; Valerie slipped her fingers into her cunt, slowly fucking herself; teasing her body with promises that wouldn't be kept. Moans escaped her throat as her pussy began to quiver in delight at the stimulation. Occasionally, she brushed her clit, eliciting a gasp at the shock of near ecstasy that resulted form such a touch. Valerie quickly found herself on the edge, an orgasm hovering just out of reach. She continued to play with herself, one hand pinching her nipples while the hand fucking she was giving herself continued. Her eyes were closed tight in concentration as she followed her standing orders and didn't stop.

It was only as she was tensing continually and panting with held and expelled breaths that Sally, who had been watching from the door for several minutes, grabbed her hands and pulled them away. "Mistress, breakfast is ready and you have to stop now."

"Oh God, Sally. It never gets any easier, this teasing."

"It never should, Mistress. I'm looking forward to helping."

"I'm looking forward to you helping, love. Help me dry off; I don't want to have any accidents today."

"Of course, Mistress. What are your plans for me while you're serving your Master or Mistress for the night?"

"Master is taking you tonight, Sally. He has something special planned for you in one of the public stations."

Sally's eyes lit up at the prospect of being able to serve her Master. Sally had been submitted to Charles longer than any of his other submissives. For two years, she'd been bereft of his domination thanks to her need to be safe word free. Valerie had taken Sally as her slave during that time; and that relationship wouldn't change anytime soon, as far as they could tell. Her recent return to Charles' service was a blessed event as far as both Valerie and Sally were concerned. Valerie hoped they would be able to serve together soon.

Valerie stayed as naked as she kept Sally during the times they were both home. Knowing she was going to be spending quite a bit of energy in the upcoming evening, Valerie had a large breakfast and lunch. Throughout the morning, they played lightly with each other; the goal being to keep Valerie aroused all day. After lunch, they went to their basement dungeon (though it didn't come close to being appropriate for the term like Charles' did). There, Valerie had her slave bind her to their St. Andrew's cross and tease her for hours.

Sally added a gag and blindfold before she started caressing and licking at Valerie's body. She started with a tongue bath that encompassed Val's entire body, with slow, loving strokes, all the while avoiding Valerie's pussy. Her hands added their own sweet touches as she made love to her Mistress. When Valerie was moaning uncontrollably, Sally knelt and brought her face to Val's cunt. There, she lavished oral attention on Valerie's pussy with light, fluttering strokes of her tongue. Valerie's arousal, already at a high level, increased even more; yet Sally's skill kept Val below the threshold for a climax. Sally herself was turned on by the actions she was taking and the taste of Valerie's fluids, which were flowing liberally.

When Sally had spent an hour licking and sucking at Valerie's cunt, she rose and took the gag and blindfold off. Valerie was in tears and her hips were thrusting as if fucking some unseen cock. That non-existent cock was also unfelt and Valerie suffered the pangs of ebbing, unfulfilled arousal. Not a word was spoken as Valerie came down off her high until Sally released Valerie from the cross.

"Bind my hands behind me, love. I don't know if I can resist today. You were exceptional."

"Of course, Mistress. Master should be here soon."

Sally was correct. Charles knocked on their door a mere 15 minutes later. Sally greeted him in her usual naked state. Once the door was open, she stepped back and knelt.

"Good afternoon, Sally. Is your Mistress ready for tonight?"

"Yes, Master. She's in the bedroom waiting for you."

"Put something on to travel with, Sally; but make it easy to lose once we arrive."

"Of course, Master."

Sally preceded Charles to the room, where she went to her closet and started to select some clothes. Charles looked at Valerie as she knelt on the floor next to her bed. He noted her hands cuffed behind her and smiled. He walked around her and took note of her condition; highly aroused and needy.

"Are you ready, my little slut?"

"Yes, Master. Please, sell me off for the night."

"Rise and let Sally put something over you. I want to have you on display early tonight."

Soon, Valerie in just an overcoat and Sally in a one piece, strapless dress that came down to her knees, were following their Master. He'd taken his limo tonight so he could attend to his slaves while his driver handled the driving. While they were on the road, he slipped his hand under Valerie's coat and continued her stimulation; keeping her on the edge. By the time they'd pulled into the club's parking area, Valerie was panting with half lidded eyes. She moaned in distress when her Master's hand was removed.

Inside, they quickly moved Valerie through the sign up process and Charles led her to the display cages to bind her. He started with binder gloves, trapping her arms behind her, pinned together up to the elbows as she knelt on the floor of the cage. A two foot spreader bar forced her knees apart, while her ankles were locked together by her cuffs. Ear plugs went in and then her head was encased on a hood with a penis gag attachment. He left a crop on the outside of the cage with a note inviting anyone who wished to tease her pussy with it. Valerie's arousal would stay high for the next three torturous hours.

"Come along, Sally. I have plans for you."

"Yes, Master," she replied with a lustful anticipation.

Charles led his other slave across the floor to one of the public stations scattered about the walls of the club. The station he chose had a metal bar mounted high on the wall and several eye bolts on the floor beneath, at a variety of distances from the spot directly under the bar. Sally's hands were cuffed together and tied off to the bar with a length of rope. With her legs together, Sally was just able to stand flat on her feet. That didn't last as Charles pulled her feet out and clipped them to eye bolts, forcing her to keep her legs three feet apart. The result was Sally standing on her toes to take the strain off her shoulders. If she rested her calves, her shoulders would take up the burden. It was one of Charles Vanquil's devious predicament bondages.

He let her strain at her bondage for several minutes before pulling out one of his crops and tracing lines across her body. Every touch brought a shudder at the silent promise of pain to come. Sally's eyes followed his as much as possible, firing mute entreaties for more, for his complete domination of her mind, body and spirit. When the first blow struck, it was on an arm; drawing a hiss from Sally at the sharp pain that lanced through her muscles. The pleading look in her eyes grew as she found herself wanting much, much more from her Master.




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Charles obliged her, the crop lashing out to strike seemingly every square inch of her body. The slow, measured pace gave her time to absorb each flash of pain; to experience it fully before the next one landed. As the blows marked her body with an increasing number of red commas, she shed tears and gave gasps of pain; stopping short of out right crying. Her position was far enough from the wall that every inch of her body was available for Charles to torture.

Slowly he worked his way over her body; starting with her extremities and moving to her torso. As the time passed, her ability to relieve the tension in her shoulders and calves ebbed as she had to shift position more and more frequently. It took two hours to cover most of her body in red. All that remained untouched were her breasts and pussy. Sally's body was covered in sweat and she was trembling from the strain on her muscles.

Charles hesitated, looking Sally in the eyes. Her head rose and met his gaze. She saw his smile; one she'd only seen before when he played with her pain slut friend, Surmi. It was a look of pure sadism; her Master wanted her in agony. He wanted her to experience pain the likes of she wasn't sure she could imagine. The crowd that had gathered gasped when she nodded and thrust her chest out, ignoring the pain in her shoulders that resulted. Charles put away the crop and pulled out a bamboo cane. With quick movements of his wrist, he brought the cane down on Sally's tits. Keeping her gaze on her Master, Sally let out a high pitch keening wail as the fire swept through her breasts. The cane slashed again, marking the other breast. Sally's control broke and she started to sob uncontrollably; yet she nodded her head rather than shook it as she silently begged for more from him.

He gave her more, striking with the dreaded cane ten more times, a full dozen, on her tits. Each stroke left a wicked looking welt surrounded by deep bruising. When he finished, the only parts of her body not bruised in some way were her pussy and face. With a growl, Charles lowered his pants, exposing his erect cock, dripping pre-cum from the tip. With no warning he grabbed his bound slave and thrust into her cunt; finding it well lubricated. His grasp brought moans of pain through her continued sobbing as her bruised body was subject to yet more pain. It didn't take long for him to orgasm, flooding her pussy with his cum.

He released her legs and then her arms, supporting her as she collapsed to the ground. She could feel his wet cock against her skin and forced herself up enough to lick at it and take it into her mouth to clean him. Finished, she whispered, too low for the observing crowd to hear, "Thank you, Master, for using me so well." Charles led her to one of the private rooms where he let her rest from her exertions on one of the padded tables inside.

While Sally was suffering under Charles' hands, Valerie was suffering a different kind of torment. Many people took Charles up on his offer, using the crop to play with Valerie's tits and cunt. The result was constant arousal for the slave but never close enough to go over the edge to a climax. By the time she was unbound two and a half hours later; she was quivering with need, her thighs coated with her sweat and pussy juices. The handlers left her arms bound behind her and the hood on, though the gag and earplugs were removed. Under their guidance, she was led to the stage where Angela, the auction master, waited. Valerie heard a clipping noise and then a tug on her collar.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Masters and Mistresses. Lot number 14 is a delightful little morsel being farmed out by her owner. She's been kept in a high state of arousal, as I'm sure those of you in the front row can see." There was a pause in the spiel as Valerie was led around the stage, letting everyone who could make anything out see her clearly turned on state. "This slave will do anything for that climax she's been denied for so long, won't you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Val whispered.

A whip cracked and Valerie felt something pinch her left nipple hard. "Speak up, you slut! Tell the people what you want."

"I want to be fucked," Valerie replied, her voice projecting this time. "I want to be used and taken by someone strong. Please, own me tonight, someone."

"Hear that, folks? She's begging to be used like the slave slut she is. Look at this pussy, open wide and begging to be filled with a strong cock; or maybe someone's whole hand. Who'll start the bidding for me?"

The bidding started and climbed fast. The sight of a desperate and responsive slut egged on those who might otherwise have passed (though Valerie's reputation at auctions kept that number low). Angela could see what Valerie couldn't; that several individuals had formed a seemingly impromptu group to pool their money and win Valerie for the night. Soon, they were bidding against one couple as the bids crested over $2000.

"Sold to the gentlemen in the back for $2700," Angela yelled over the crowd as Fred and Daphne finally indicated their intent to pass on any more bidding.

One of the men moved forward to collect their prize. Before he took Valerie's leash, he whispered into Angela's ear. She nodded and turned to Val. "Slave, your owners for the night have instructed you to not speak at all, except to use a safe word. They will not be speaking either, so you'll have to be alert for their intentions. Do you understand?" Valerie nodded, though she wondered why they simply didn't gag her.

As she was led away, she had no idea that a dozen men had come together to win her for the night. In the past year each had wanted to take her in auction, but none of them were able to outbid the richer customers she seemed to attract. After the auction last month, they'd come together and agreed to pool their resources to have a shot at the slave they've been craving for months.

In the room, she was dragged to a narrow, low table. Her legs were bound to the legs while her arm binders were released from one another. She was bent over backwards and her arms tied to the other legs of the table. The table was short enough that her head hung over the edge, letting her mouth and throat form a nearly straight line. Hands started mauling her tits and pussy, slipping through the plentiful moisture to be found on all three. Soon, Valerie was moaning uncontrollably again, her arousal soaring to near orgasmic levels again.

A cock pressed against her mouth and she instinctively opened wide to let him in. He inserted himself nearly to her throat and stopped, a hand slapping her on the face. Valerie started sucking and licking at the cock in her mouth, struggling to give him pleasure. While she did, another cock pressed against her pussy and slid in easily. Once in initially, the second man started thrusting violently; each pound into her cunt forcing him against her clit as well as stimulating her pussy. As needy as Valerie had allowed herself to become, she easily orgasmed, shaking in her bonds and squeezing both cocks in her.

The cock in her mouth erupted, pouring cum down her throat; cum she swallowed eagerly (long gone were the days of Valerie Burbon disliking the taste of cum). When it pulled out, it was quickly replaced by another, this one preferring to fuck her face rather than let her minister to it. Valerie used her skills at deep throating to take this cock into her throat each time it pressed itself home. She was vaguely aware of someone cumming in her pussy and pulling out, only to be replaced by another cock pressing against her ass. She grunted against the forced penetration, grateful that whoever it was had used something to lubricate himself with. Fortunately, the two men seemed to fall into a pattern, thrusting together, which allowed her to relax her throat and ass in unison.

Her night continued like this, a cock in both her mouth and a lower hole for an undetermined length of time. Each of the dozen men used her mouth at least once and her pussy or ass at least once. A few used all three holes. Valerie came several times, until her body ached from the straining against the bonds. Her body was covered in fluid, mostly her sweat and their cum. Partway through the gang bang, they'd decided to start painting her body with cum, rubbing it in to cover her entirely.

At the end, there were several minutes of silence during which Valerie couldn't tell who was and wasn't there. She hoped they hadn't left her bound and alone (they hadn't; one watched her while the others left to send a staff member to release her). The next thing she knew, she heard a familiar voice speaking to her.

"Val, are you all right?" Betsy asked. Valerie nodded. "They're gone now, so you can talk. I'm going to release you and take you to Charles."

"Thanks, Betsy. To answer you're question, I'm tired, sore and filled up."

"That last part is obvious, girl. You look like you've been to a bukkake party."

"I think it was a gang bang. Either that or someone has a lot of stamina."

As she helped Valerie to her feet, Betsy commented, "I think there were a dozen of them. I remember a couple of them being frustrated on several occasions at how high your bidding goes."

"I thought there were a lot. I'm going to need a long shower," Val added as she pulled the mask off her face.

"Charles and Sally are in room five."

"Thanks, Betsy." Valerie pulled the binder gloves off and set them aside. "Can you leave the room in my name until I come back for my stuff? I don't want to take it all into the shower."

"Sure thing. Take care, Val."

Valerie showered her body clean before rejoining Sally and her Master. Her eyes widened at the sight of Sally's body. Val hadn't seen Sally that bruised since the last time she'd given Sally to Calvin Freshin to play with, back at the start of her ownership of Sally, a time when she was uncertain of her ability to dominate her lover full time.

"Master? Is Sally okay?"

"Of course, Valerie. I haven't had a submissive I could really let loose on since Surmi left my service last year. I also wanted to see just how serious Sally's 'no safe word and no limits' was."

"She's quite serious about both, Sir." Turning to her lover, Valerie asked, "How are you feeling, love?"

"Very sore. It still hurts quite a bit. I wouldn't give it up, though, for anything. I want Him to be able to do this to me if he wants."

"I know, dear. Are you ready to go home?"

"Yeah, I think I can hear my bed calling me. What happened with you?"

"A whole crowd of guys won me and gave me a gang bang. I have no idea who they were; they never spoke or removed the hood."

"Wow, that's one of your fantasies, isn't it, Mistress?"

"Yes, very much so. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to truly have anonymous sex with so many people."

"Come on, girls. I have to get you home to rest. You've both pleased me well tonight."

The women hit the sack early and slept late; their bodies recovering from the hard exertions of the day before. Valerie had Sally spend the entirety of Sunday letting her bruises and welts heal. Neither noticed the car parked across their street, a man inside watching the house intently. Monday would come, as it always did, and life would return to a semblance of normal for a period; a period of time to be far too short, in retrospect.

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Thanks Dani for another great editing job. I'm sorry this chapter took so long, between a heart incident and resulting hospital stay (I'm doing much, much better no (ain't modern medicine wonderful?) and the worst case of writers block I've ever dealt with, this seemed to take for ever. I'm hoping the next chapter won't take this long again. I may return to alternating chapters between two different stories.



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When Valerie arrived home that night, oblivious to the fact that she and Sally were being watched, she took her slave into her arms and kissed her passionately. While Sally moaned with desire, returning the kiss with equal vehemence, Valerie dropped a hand to her lover's pussy. Sally was wearing very little, as per her standing orders. A short house dress came to above her knees and afforded Valerie easy access to her damp pussy; evidence of the desire that had been simmering in her slave all day.

"I'm going to tease you tonight, Sally. You aren't cumming though. I want you desperate for the party tomorrow."

"Please, Mistress," Sally begged, not really expecting to get her way; not even sure she wanted to get her way tonight. Being needy at a play party was generally a good thing.

"No, Sally," Val whispered as she stroked the folds of Sally's cunt lightly. "I expect someone at the party to use you hard, tomorrow. You'll have to be especially pleasing to earn an orgasm from these people. They're hard Masters and Mistresses. They enjoy seeing and hearing a slave's pain and anguish at their attentions. You'll be begging for relief and mercy all night and may or may not receive either. How does that sound?"

Sally gasped as Valerie thrust her fingers deep at her question. "God, Mistress. That sounds so wicked. Will they bring me to tears?"

"If they don't, I will. I haven't used you like this in months. You're long overdue, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Sally gasped as she fought to keep from cumming on Valerie's fingers. "Please Mistress, don't make me cum."

"Beg more, Sally. Beg to be allowed to suffer denial."

"Uh…please, don't make me, Mistress. I want to…ah…suffer for you. Let me be obedient."

Valerie flicked her thumb across Sally's clit three times; causing the slave to hold on and tense her body against the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. As Val removed her hand, Sally's hips rocked forward in an instinctive attempt to keep the pleasure coming. She brought her fluid covered hand to Sally's mouth, smiling as her slave licked and sucked it clean.

Valerie pulled Sally to the bedroom by her collar. There, in front of their shared dresser, she cupped Sally's chin. "Hold your hands out, slave," she commanded. Sally did so, her eyes half lidded from the increasing levels of submission. Valerie took a length of chain and clipped Sally's wrist cuffs together. The binding wasn't all that restrictive; a full foot between her hands. A second chain, nearly two feet long was attached to the center of the wrist chain and to Sally's collar. The effect was to allow Sally to use her hands, but not below her waist.

"I want you restricted until further notice. No touching yourself, Sally. You'll also be sleeping in the kennel tonight after another round of teasing."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

"Now, go finish dinner, my little slut. Only one place at the table tonight."

Sally knelt at Val's feet while she ate, her own hunger ignored. Occasionally, Sally would lean her head against Valerie's thigh, taking comfort from her presence and the domination she exercised. Sally could feel her pussy stir in arousal when Valerie fed her by hand, Sally's own hands clipped to her collar while she was fed. After she'd cleaned up the dinner dishes, Sally found herself gagged, hands bound to her neck again, and lying on Valerie's lap while Val's hands played over her body.

For two hours, Valerie kept Sally at a high level of arousal, her hands caressing Sally's entire body. Able to merely moan, and knowing Valerie had no intention of letting her cum, Sally absorbed the arousal, need and tension being inflicted on her and let it dominate her senses. She writhed under Valerie's touch, her body a well known commodity to be played with a master's skill by her lover.

By the time Valerie stopped, Sally was in tears, her body straining against nothing in its desire to reach that forbidden (for now) orgasm. Valerie led Sally to the large dog kennel in their bedroom and placed Sally in it. Her hands remained clipped to her collar. She could easily remove them, but the thought to do so never occurred to her. Valerie was her Mistress and if Valerie wanted Sally to suffer in need and desire, she would suffer it. Valerie caressed Sally's face, murmuring words of love and endearment; telling Sally how proud she was of her.

In her bed, Valerie sighed. These times were almost as hard on Valerie as they were on Sally. Valerie missed the feel of her lover in bed with her. She knew, though, that this period of mutual frustration would be worth it. The pleasure they would take form one another tomorrow would be a grand thing. In the last two years, Valerie's ability to find joy in domination had grown and evolved. From the submissive who couldn't stand to inflict pain on another, Valerie had found the dominant who enjoyed the tears of her slave; both those of pain and those of pleasure. She needed to be dominant with Sally as much as she needed to be submissive to Charles. 

Valerie's alarm went off half an hour early. She roused herself and went to look in on Sally. Sally was still asleep, curled up into nearly a ball. Streaks of tears painted her face; the same face that smiled in her sleep. Val touched Sally's leg, stroking it with soft, loving caresses. Sally jerked away, her hands tugging at her collar until she remembered.

"Mistress? How can I serve you, Mistress?"

"Accept my touch, Sally," Valerie replied as she spread Sally's legs.

Sally moaned, her pussy dampening in an instant at the promise of more sensual torture. Valerie's hands stroked and prodded Sally's body, driving her arousal upwards again. Sally's hands tugged at the clips, trying to reach her beasts, Valerie's body, her own cunt. Her moans were desperate as she knew the feelings wouldn't be allowed to culminate. For half an hour, Valerie teased and played with her slave; until her pussy and thighs were wet from her juices and her nipples were painfully hard rocks begging to be bitten, pinched, caressed, anything that caused feeling of some kind in them.

"You're beautiful, Sally."

"Mistress, please, it's so hard."

"I know, love. It's supposed to be hard. You can do this; you have to do this. I'm not giving you a choice. You'll be teasing yourself every hour while I'm gone; teasing yourself to the brink of cumming without letting yourself go over the top."

A sob escaped Sally's throat before she whispered, "Yes, Mistress."

"Let's get you out of there, slave. You still need to fix my breakfast while I shower."

Valerie left her slave to tease herself repeatedly while she went in to work again. With the previous week's backlog cleared, Valerie was able to concentrate on the business that was current. Much of her work was routine, and possibly a little boring; though Val loved the advertising business and was far less bored than others might have been. Her 11:00 appointment was not entirely routine.

"Ms. Burbon," June's voice came through on the intercom. "Mr. Juntila from Sylvia's Switch is here."

"Show him in, June."

Valerie got up to greet her guest. "Mr. Juntila, it's a pleasure to meet you again. How are things at Sylvia's?" Valerie's hand reached out to shake his hand. She ld him to a chair and took her own seat.

"Ms. Burbon, always a pleasure. Business has been fine, but my superiors wish to improve on it. Thus my being here."

"How can Delgrasi help?"

"You're familiar with our line of products, are you not?" he asked. Seeing her nod, he continued. Sylvia's switch specialized in the softer, milder forms of restraint and impact play. They offered a variety of softer floggers and whips with broad, gentle falls designed to titillate rather than cause real pain. Their selection of restraints were equally mild in feel and appearance (while they didn't invent the fur lined cuff, they took the idea and ran with it). "Our toys are quite popular with what we like to think of as the near vanilla crowd; the dabblers, if you will. As BDSM became more known mainstream, we saw a progressive increase in sales; something that made the stockholders quite happy."

"I can imagine. Has something changed?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. For the last two years, we've seen sales and profits flattening. Our growth in the last fiscal year was 0.12 percent; and that was down from the previous year."

"I can see why that would be of some concern. If the trend continues, you'll see profits shrink next year. Have you any idea what the cause is?"

"Exactly! The cause, we believe is our very success. Our products are carried in stores that cater to the vanilla person. BDSM is now, at least knowledge wise, mainstream. There's no one new to reach. Popular movies include bondage and light impact play. Valerie's Crisis," Valerie blushed at the reference, "depicted more serious BDSM in a positive light for the first time and there's rumors of additional movies of that type in the works. In other words, everyone who would be interested in our current line of products knows of them already. While there's always a new crop of aficionados, we suspect we're also seeing customer loss."

"I see, and I'll bet I know where from. Mr. and Mrs. Vanilla try out some of your delectable, soft, suede floggers and discover they like it. In fact, they like it so much they want more, and your line doesn't offer that to them. So, they shop around and find companies such as Whips'n'More that offer a far more diverse selection."

"You've hit our concerns on the head. We compiled some data that seems to reinforce that idea. Fully three quarters of our mail order customer base is new; and has been for over the last five years."

"I see. In other words, you lose three fourths of your customers each year; they never buy from you again."

"That's what the data seems to say. At this rate, we could see the end of the company in ten years. This, of course, just won't do."

"Have you come up with a solution?"

"We think so. Clearly, the best means to attack this problem is to broaden our product line. We need to offer products that will appeal to the customer that's discovered it wants more from their play. You can see the problem."

Yes, indeed, Valerie could see the problem. Sylvia's Switch was poised to give itself an image problem. The company's slogan, the basis of all it's advertising, was, "Discriminating toys for the sexually playful." Their entire image was based on the gentleness and softness of their toys. A line of toys for the more serious player could potentially run afoul of their previous efforts, making both lines of products flop.

"So, what you need is some way to introduce a new product line, a harsher, if you will, product line, that won't conflict with your current, very successful, product line. You want to, essentially, replicate the success MacDonalds® had when it first introduced fast food breakfasts without experiencing the near disaster that Coke® had with new coke."

"That about sums it up With so many advertising agencies still shying away from adult product companies, our first thought was Delgrasi and your services."

"That's what we hoped would happen when we created the position in the company Has development started on the new products themselves?"

"Yes, we hope to have the initial line of whips and restraints ready to ship in three months. We'd like to have an advertising lead time of at least a month, if not two. Can you help us?"

"I think so. Nothing comes to mind in the few minutes so far, but these things take time to develop. I'd like to get together with your in house ad people and the designers to toss some ideas around; a general brainstorming session."

"I'll give your secretary the contact info and she and our girl can set things up."

"Good. I hope we can put something together for you soon. You make a good product and I'm looking forward to seeing what your people come up with."

Valerie showed him out, telling June to contact his company and set up a preliminary meeting with them to discuss ad brainstorm ideas for the new advertising campaign. The rest of her day was routine and Valerie was able to leave for home an hour early. She stopped in at Calvin's office on her way out.

"Hi, Mary. Has Calvin left for the day?"

"Oh, hello, Ms. Burbon. No, but he just finished with his last meeting of the day. You can go on in, if you wish."

"Thanks, Mary."

Valerie stepped into Calvin Freshin's office. He was packing his valise with some papers.

"I see we had the same idea, Calvin."

"So it seems. Will you be going home to pick up your slave, or is Sally driving herself?"

"I suspect Sally is in no condition to drive by now. I'm hoping she'll have an unpleasant enough night to enjoy the memory of for quite some time."

"Ah, that does sound delicious."

"I'll see you at the house. I want to get some food before the evening starts."

"Don't let Sally eat too much."

"Oh, she won't."

Valerie drove home, not noticing the same car following her that had been doing so all week. Inside, she found Sally sitting naked on the couch, her hands under her legs. The smell of female arousal was heavy in the air and Val could see Sally's juices glistening on and between her legs. Sally looked up with a desperate expression.

"Mistress?" she whispered, hoping against hope for relief from the torture she'd been putting herself through.

Valerie sat down next to Sally and wrapped an arm around her. "I see you've been obedient, my little slave." Sally trembled at Valerie's touch. "You need to cum badly, don't you?" Valerie continued when Sally nodded. "It's not going to happen right now, love. You can cum if any of the others let you at Sir Calvin's, but otherwise not until I bring you off myself."

"Yes, Mistress," Sally sobbed, her arms going around Valerie. "I want what you want, even when it isn't what I want."

"I know, dear. Let's get you and me ready to go. I want you looking your most submissive tonight."

Valerie strapped Sally's arms behind her back, wrapping each wrist to the opposite arm's elbow. Val then attached a light chain between her nipple rings and threaded it through the ring in her collar. This held Sally's nipples up by their rings, adding a constant, low level, pain to her slave. A bondage belt was secured to Sally's waist. This particular belt had a dozen rings around it's length for clipping whatever to. Two were used when Val added two dildos, one in her ass and one in her pussy. Another strap, tied off to two of the belt's rings forced the two fake cocks to stay in. Four inch spiked heels went on Sally's feet before Valerie draped a coat (more of a cloak, really), over her shoulders. Once the front buttons were fastened, Sally's nakedness was just barely covered.

For her own attire, Valerie donned a bustierre that pushed her breasts up and together. Black stockings (that matched her bustierre), held up with garter straps, covered her legs. She left her pussy and ass uncovered, planning on having someone busy there at some point (or points) during the night. To create the severe look she wanted, she put a white miniskirt with matching white vest (both leather of course). She didn't try to close the vest, instead letting it hang open to tantalize the slaves (and other Masters). The skirt had a wide belt as an integral part of it, and from this she hung a coiled whip and a crop.

Valerie packed a few more toys (Calvin had a large selection at the house) and an overnight bag in case she wanted to stay over at his place for the night (a likely occurrence). Sally was led out to the car by her leash. In the years they'd been living in this house, their neighbors had grown used to seeing one of "those strange women" leading the other by a leash. The neighbors were never exposed, directly, to any sexual play, so there weren't any complaints (Valerie suspected that the two men three houses down enjoyed the glimpses they received).

Calvin's place was far more secluded than Valerie and Sally's house. This afforded Val the opportunity to slip Sally's cloak off and lead her to the front door in her near nudity. Shortly after she knocked on the door, Calvin opened and invited Valerie in.

"It's good to see you again, Valerie. Come in, you're the first one here. I like what you've done with Sally." He sniffed the air, commenting, "I see you've kept her on edge. Is she on restriction tonight?"

Valerie could tell Calvin hoped she was. "That's up to whomever uses her tonight. Until we get home, only they can give her permission."

"Good. If I get her, she won't be cumming all night. Go ahead and tie her up next to Susan downstairs. Feel free to tease her it you want. I'll join you once everyone has arrived. Did you bring your key?"

Valerie held up the key to Sally's collar. "Never leave home without it. Come along, slave," she ordered Sally.

Down in Calvin's extensive dungeon, Valerie found Susan lightly bound to an A-frame with a blindfold covering her eyes, and a mouth covering gag keeping her silent. Valerie thought she detected a bit of happiness in Susan's demeanor; probably in anticipation of the upcoming play session. Valerie slipped the looped end of the leash over a pole and wandered over to Susan. Her bindings allowed her a fair range of movement, though she couldn't bring her arms all the way to her sides, nor could she close her legs. Valerie could see fluid dampening Susan's pussy; a few drops having made their way to her thighs and slowly dripping down her legs.

Valerie let her fingers brush, gently across Susan's nipples, smiling when there was a sharp intake of breath and a thrusting of her chest out. She flicked her fingers against both nipples several times, watching as Susan's breathing became sharper and a low mew came from her throat. Letting her attention drift, Valerie brought her hand down to Susan's cunt, slipping three fingers in deep with no warning. Susan tensed at the intrusion, and then tensed more as Valerie lifted with her arm, forcing the bound woman to stand on her toes. Fingers still embedded in her twat, Valerie brought her thumb to Susan's clit and rubbed it harshly. The slave started humping at Valerie's hand, lost in the painful pleasure she was being subjected to. The moan of despair widened Val's grin when she stopped the teasing suddenly.

The other two Masters arrived within the half hour, their slaves also in restrictive bondage when they entered. Valerie had not met either Hudson Wilkes or Garth Quenton before; neither had she met their slaves, Andrew and Helena. Hudson had Andrew's hands bound behind his back and pulled up to the middle of his back by a rope connected to a leather harness. His cock and balls were encased in a cage that squeezed them quite a bit; a fact evidenced by Andrew's pained expression when he walked. Val noticed studs on the inner sides of the bars of the cage pressing into his sensitive member. The bar studs in his nipples didn't have anything attached to them.

Helena's arms were in a binder glove, laced tight enough to pull her elbows together. She was blindfolded and her mouth was held open by a wire jaw spreader; there were dials for increasing and decreasing the tension in her mouth. Her chin and chest were slick with her saliva; an indication that she'd been in the spreader for more than just a few minutes. The words, "slave," and, "slut" were tattooed across the tops of her breasts.

Once all four slaves had been secured in the dungeon, Calvin brought out the fishbowl. In truth, it was an opache clay pot, but this type of play party had been called a fish bowl party for as long as anyone could remember. An idea stolen from swingers, each master put the key to their slave's collar in the bowl and then each Master or Mistress pulled out one (they couldn't keep their own) and that was the slave they played with for the night. Usually, the people knew each other well enough that there were no worries about what activities would be inflicted on the slaves. Tonight, Valerie was trusting Calvin's judgment on that score.




Death of a Master Ch. 04



"Valerie, you're our newest Master, so you get first choice of keys," Calvin announced.

"Thank you, Calvin." Valerie reached in, stirred the keys a bit and pulled one out. Revealing it, she searched for the look of recognition and found it on Hudson's face.

"Enjoy yourself, Valerie. I think you'll find your time with Andrew quite interesting."

When the others chuckled at this, Valerie couldn't help herself. "And what's so funny?"

"Val," Calvin started, "Andrew is very gay. Just submitting to a Mistress will be torture for him."

"I see. Yes, that could be very funny. Has he ever serviced a woman before?"

"Not sexually," Hudson answered. "I'm not even certain he can get it up for someone who's not a man."

"Ah ha! I see now. You don't think I can arouse him, do you?"

"Not really," Hudson replied.

"Would you care to wager on that? Say, $200?"

"You're on. He has to cum inside you by the end of the night, agreed?"

"Agreed." Valerie turned to Andrew and led the crestfallen slave away with a, "Come along, slave. You've got a Mistress to fuck tonight."

The key selection continued with Andrew's Master, Hudson drawing next (thus increasing the chance that no one would draw their own slave's key). Garth drew Sally's key to the accompaniment of Andrew's moans as Valerie started in on him with whatever she was doing. Sally soon found herself next to a bondage table. The platform was leather covered and had numerous tie down points along the sides. Garth completely removed Sally's bondage, eliciting a moan of desire when he slid the dildos out of her openings.

"I see your Mistress has you quite aroused, slave."

"Yes, sir," she answered with a bit of hope in her voice.

"I'm not planning on giving you any satisfaction tonight, so you'll have to reign yourself to suffering."

"Yes, sir, whatever you desire, sir."

"On the table, slave. Lie on you back with limbs extended."

Sally complied with another, "Yes, sir." Soon, she was tied down to the table in the classic spread eagle position. Her eyes followed him as he pulled a small case from his carryall. When he opened it, she gasped at the sight of dozens of needles sitting on the fabric lined interior. Each stainless steel shaft was covered in a plastic sheath and pressed into a small indentation in the fabric. Garth pulled the first one out and twisted the cover off with a snap. He examined the point of the needle carefully, making sure he knew where the bevel was (this insured that the needle would enter and exit cleanly). He reached for Sally's breast, then hesitated.

"Slave, I take it from your obvious fear that you've never experienced needle play before?"

"No, sir, nothing beyond being pierced." Sally's breath was coming in short, fast pants.

"Calm yourself. I don't need you hyperventilating on me."

"I'm trying sir. I'm not comfortable with blood, especially my own."

"I really don't care what you're comfortable with, slave. If all you experience is the comfortable, you're hardly a slave, are you?"

"No, sir. I understand. Mistress uses me in ways I don't enjoy for themselves. I'd never say no to her. I'm just scared."

Garth grabbed her chin with a harsh hand and turned it towards him. "Good, I like fear in a slave. But, I also demand control from my slaves. Be afraid, but keep yourself under control. The alternative is punishment; and my punishments are vastly worse than the needles, both in terms of the pain they inflict and the blood drawn. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, sir. I'm trying sir."

In a softer voice, Garth replied, "Good, that's all I ask."

With a deft motion of his hands, Garth tore open a sani-wipe packet and swabbed a spot on Sally's breast. Holding the tit flesh down and taut, he inserted the needle parallel to the skin's surface and poked it through, exiting an inch from where it entered. Sally moaned at the sharp pain that seemed to lance through her breast. It was only as the feeling softened that she realized that the pain was less than she had anticipated. Lifting her head, she could literally see the skin bulge a bit above the sub dermal part of the needle; as well as the drop of blood that oozed from the exit wound. Garth twisted the needle, pinching and stretching her tit flesh as she gasped at the pain.

The second needle went through her flesh with the same ease as the first had, and was played with like the first as well. Each of the twelve needles that went into her left breast was inserted at a slightly different angle. The result was a circle of needles that seemed to follow one another while circling her breast, each with little drops of blood dripping from its entry and exit wounds. While Sally had expected a needle to lance through her nipple, Garth didn't put one there. Once they were in place, another sani-wipe dabbed the blood drops up, Sally hissing at the sharp sting of the alcohol in the pad. Once the cleaning was finished, Garth took the ring in her nipple and lifted it up. Sally moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Valerie used her rings to torture her at times and she found the helplessness of her own body jewelry being used to hurt her erotic. This time, there was the added ache from the pulling against the needles.

Apparently satisfied with her reaction, Garth repeated the entire process on her right breast. Twelve times, she felt the coolness of the wipe followed by the pain of the needle lancing her tit. Twelve more drops of blood appeared at the point of entry and exit (Sally was sure each drop was intentional, not accidental; and in fact, she was correct, Garth could draw or not draw blood at will). The sting of the cleaning wipe announced his completion of the second circle of twelve needles. Again, Garth tested her reaction to having her nipple pulled up by its ring.

Sally was surprised when he opened a second case without releasing her from the table. He pulled out a long strip of red velvet; about a half inch wide and over a foot long. One end was tied to her nipple ring (he started again on her left breast). Garth looped the strip around one of the needles and pulled it taut, but not tight, before looping it through the nipple ring again. A needle three clockwise of the first was looped and tightened, the velvet again looping in the nipple ring. Twice more, the red cloth looped and tightened against evenly spaced needles and the nipple decoration, until it formed a four petal rose on her breast.

Sally's breast was tender now, the result of all the needles pulling against her flesh and the ring having been pulled this way and that by the tensioning Garth had done. Unbelievable to her, Sally's cunt was wet and she was feeling the familiar tingle of increasing arousal as Garth pulled out another velvet strip; green this time. The process was repeated in its entirety with another quartet of evenly spaced needles. Now Sally was aware of the additional sensations from the velvet rubbing against her body. Soon, the red and green roses were joined by a yellow and blue one.

Her right breast received similar decorations; only in orange, pink, purple and white. Once both breasts were decorated in colorful roses, her arms was released from their bindings and sat up. Garth took a spool of clear thread (fishing filament, really), and tied her nipple rings together through her collar's ring. Having her arms once again bound behind her and tied off to her collar prevented her from bending her neck forward. The result was two very lovely designs on a pair of lovely and aching tits. Garth released her legs and ordered her to follow him. She looked and was shocked to discover that she'd been under his hands for over three hours.

Valerie had not been quiescent during the previous three hours. Valerie decided to start with a bit of humiliation for poor Andrew. She led him to a gynecological exam table and release his arms from their bindings. With a loud slap of her hand against the cool metal of the table, she indicated the slave should climb up. With deft motions, she had his hands and feet bound to the table; feet strapped to the stirrups and hands to the railing. A blindfold covered his eyes and another strap held his head down.

Once he was bound, Valerie started walking around him, her tone condescending and belittling. "Look at you. What a pathetic piece of man flesh lying there." Her hand brushed against his thigh, not close to his cock. "I've seen high school students who looked manlier than you do, worm. How does Hudson put up with you?" The comparison was a vain one, as anyone looking on him would realize he actively worked out. Andrew had not an ounce of fat showing on his body. "I guess you must have impressed him with your sexual talents. It certainly can't have been from this."

Valerie grabbed his caged cock and jerked it around, eliciting a grunt form him. "Oh, don't you like that?" When he didn't answer right away, Valerie dropped his cock and slashed out with her crop, laying four intense blows against his thighs. "Answer me when I ask you a question, maggot!" her harsh voice lashed with an intensity more than that of the blows it accompanied.

"Yes, Mistress, I like it when you do that."

"Well, in that case, let's have at it."

Valerie let her crop fly, striking at seemingly random targets on his body. She avoided his cock, but covered every other spot on him, even his cheeks and neck (though these strikes were considerably less in force). Andrew tried to keep quiet under the crop, but Valerie would just up the force of her blows until she got a reaction from him. As she expected, Andrew didn't make any complaints or beg for an end to what she was doing. He did make noise; grunting and moaning. She kept it up until Andrew was nearly a solid mass of redness.

Valerie stopped and looked at the man she had been whipping for the last hour. His cock was erect and jerking in need. She quickly lubed her ass and climbed onto the table, gripping the leg stands with one hand. The other grabbed his cock and aimed it into her ass; sitting hard to shove him deep into her. Andrew gasped as her ass muscles tightened around his cock. Unable to see and lost in the pain of the last hour, his body had forgotten who was using him and he responded as he would to Hudson, his Master. His muscles strained to thrust into her while she squirmed and fucked herself on him.

Close to his orgasm, he gasped out, "May I cum, sir?"

Valerie smiled and doubled her speed, growling, "Cum, you bastard, cum in my ass!"

Horror in his voice, Andrew gasped, "Oh, God!" as he came, shooting cum deep into Valerie's nether hole. Keeping him deep, Val milked him, pulling every ounce of semen from his balls.

Once he was finished, moaning in humiliation, Valerie turned around and lowered her pussy to his face, pressing against him with much of her weight. "Eat me, you pathetic wimp," she ordered, "You can breathe when I've cum a few times." Andrew wasn't actually blocked from breathing, but he did have to struggle for each breath. His tongue snaked out and tried to fuck Val's pussy. His form wasn't the best Valerie had experienced, but not the worst either. It was easy to tell that he hadn't spent much time pleasing women. Valerie, however, was on a dominant high. Right now, just knowing she was forcing Andrew to do something he didn't want to was intoxicating. Her arousal built with even the limited attention the slave was giving her and she soon came, pressing harder on his face and closing her legs. To Andrew, it felt like he'd been flooded by her pussy juices.

"You need practice, wimp, at pleasing women," she hissed as she climbed off his face, leaving him gasping for breath. "You're a slave and not allowed to pick and choose who you please. I'll suggest to your Master that he loan you to a Mistress every month so you can get some much needed practice and instruction" Andrew paled at her quip, the thought of being with a woman regularly disgusting him. "Today, however, you won the bet for me," she added. With a wondering expression, she continued. "Will you be punished for that? Anyway, such assistance deserves to be rewarded, so let's get you up to the rape rack."

Valerie released him from the table and drug him to the rape rack; a padded bar at waist height with tie downs for holding someone immobile while bent over it. Calvin's was adjustable, letting anyone be tied down properly. Valerie, who had used the rack a few times before, had it adjusted and her slave for the night bound on it in just a few minutes. She added nipple clamps with five ounces of weight on them and a parachute tied to his sack supporting twelve ounces of weight. Swinging freely, the weight would be very painful, something Valerie could attest to, at least as far as the nipples were concerned; and if balls were as sensitive as pussy lips, she could understand the moans of anticipation coming from Andrew's bound form.

Valerie pulled her favorite strap on from her bag, the double ended one with the vibrating dildo that inserted into her cunt. A generous quantity of lube was put on and in his ass. When she pressed the tip of the fake cock against his ass, he tensed up, moaning in anticipation of the pain his cock and nipples were about to suffer. Mixed in were other moans of pleasurable anticipation at what his ass was about to experience. Andrew's slavish need for being used and hurt were overcoming his dislike of female sex (it helped that being taken by a strap on was close enough to being taken by a real cock, at least for government purposes, as it were).

Valerie plunged the cock into his ass with one hard thrust. Andrew grunted in pain, first from the invasion of his rectum, then from the pain that lanced through his nipples and scrotum as the weights started swinging. She grabbed his hips and started thrusting repeatedly, forcing the vibrating clit piece against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The vibrations in her pussy were adding to her excitement, prompting her to fuck Andrew even faster than she was. She kept the motions slow and steady, drawing out her own arousal and keeping Andrew from cresting himself. She waited until she began to actually feel sore in her pussy and clit before she started slamming him mercilessly, roughly taking herself in the process. Soon, she was cumming again. When she came to herself again, she withdrew the dildo with a wet plop.

"Mistress, please, may I cum again?"

"No, this isn't about you, slave, it's about me," she answered as she untied him from the rack and bound his hands behind him. She left the weighted devices on him. Leading him to the others, she arched her eyebrows at the sight of Sally and her decorated, pierced breasts. 

"Sally, your breasts are…lovely that way." Valerie tried to keep her uneasiness out of her voice. She and Sally didn't participate in needle and blood play, and seeing Sally lanced like this was unsettling. She could see how the movement of walking was causing Sally some pain (not that such pain was bothersome to Val) as well as renewed bleeding from the needle pricks.

"Thank you, Mistress. It didn't hurt as much as I expected it to."

"Garth, do you need the needles back"

"No, I don't reuse needles. It would be far too much work to sterilize them after each play session and put new safety sleeves on them, and not very safe at that. Just be sure to dispose of them in a sharps container of some sort."

"Thank you. Come along Sally. It's late and I still have to get to work tomorrow morning." Val turned to Hudson with a smile on her face. "Andrew could use some training in pleasing women, Hudson. You might wan to think of lending him out to a Mistress every once in a while. As for the bet, Sally has some cum to clean from my ass."

"So, is my Andrew turning bi?"

"No, I just appealed to his slave side. Have a good night, all," she closed as she and Sally walked out.

Once they were in the car, Valerie turned to Sally. "Love, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Mistress. There was very little blood and the needles were still in the original packaging. They're also quite fine and I don't expect there'll be much bleeding when they come out. Mistress?"

"Yes, Sally."

"May I cum, Mistress?"

Valerie smiled as she put her hand at Sally's bare cunt. "Fuck my hand, slave. You have five minutes to cum, or no orgasm for the rest of the week."

Sally slumped down hard, impaling herself on Val's fingers. Rocking she was able to simulate a fucking motion in her pussy while rubbing her clit against Valerie's thumb. Val kept her hand immobile, forcing Sally to work for her pleasure. Her breast ached from pulling on the needles with her movements. Sally started the night aroused and it hadn't faded much since the night started. Soon, the tension had built to nearly painful levels as her orgasm hovered on the edge. She couldn't, however, get enough friction on the clit to go over the top. With a desperate wail, Sally realized she needed her Mistress' help.

"Mistress, please help me. I can't do it on my own."

"Why, slave? What's in it for me?"

"Anything, Mistress. I'll do anything."

"You already will, dear. You have nothing to bargain with."

"Please Mistress, I need to cum so badly. Please, make me cum, I'm begging you."

Valerie continued to tease her slave, doing nothing to help her over the edge while demanding she beg unceasingly. It had been far longer than the five minutes she'd given Sally, and Val was enjoying watching her lover suffer. Sally's juices were covering Val's hand as her slave kept fucking herself on Valerie's hand. Sally was sobbing in desperate need, her body shaking in unreleased sexual desire; her pleas having reached the level of incoherent babbling.

With a growl, Valerie yanked Sally's head back by her hair. "Cum bitch, cum for me now!" she commanded as she scratched at Sally's clit while biting the nearest nipple hard. Sally screeched as her orgasm washed over her, hitting her body like a freight train. Her back arched and her pussy spasmed in release. Valerie kept her bite in place until Sally's moans were that of pain and not pleasure.

"Look at my little slut. Look what you've done to my hand, Sally."

Valerie brought her soaked hand up to Sally's eyes, her other hand still holding Sally's head back. Valerie wiped the juices all over Sally's face, with instructions to not lick at any of it. Little rivulets of fluid dripped down her face, onto her neck and breasts. Valerie pulled a blanket from the back and draped it over Sally while they drove home. Once there, she led her slave inside and laid her down on the bed.

"Sally, I'm going to remove the needles now. Keep still; I don't want to do any damage."

As Val removed the needles, Sally thought they felt much like slivers being pulled out; about which the best she could conclude was that it wasn't as bed as a splinter going it. The needles had been in long enough for clotting to start, which caused new drops of blood to form at the entry points. Val's desire to not tear the skin caused her to remove them slowly, which, as anyone who's had a splinter knows, is the more painful way to do it. Still, the pain was far less than a good whipping and Sally was able to bear up under it without any difficulty. The alcohol swabs actually caused greater pain when Valerie cleaned the wounds.

"I want one more thing from you tonight, love," Valerie said as she crouched over her slave's head. "Andrew left something in me. Be a good dear and clean it up for me."

"I'd love to, Mistress," she answered, her hands coming up to pull Val's ass to her face. Sally pried Val's cheeks apart and licked at the exposed anal opening. She detected traces of cum and probed deeper, trying to get as much as possible. As Valerie forced more of the cum out of her, Sally's hands wrapped around to find her Mistress' cunt. She started to caress the pussy and clit, bringing her Mistress more pleasure. Soon, Valerie was moaning with a mild orgasm that forced the last of the male slave's cum out of her and into Sally's mouth.




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Once she'd finished, Val kissed Sally for several minutes, sharing the treat she'd given Sally before they went to sleep. The next day, Valerie had another routine day, highlighted by June letting her know she'd be meeting with the people at Sylvia's Switch on Wednesday the following week. The evening was spent relaxing together with Sally. Friday was more of the same, as their lives continued in fairly boring normalcy, unaware of the changes brewing around them.

Friday evening, the two lovers cuddled on their couch, ignoring the world around them. Even in the low levels of sexuality that night, their Mistress and slave roles were quite evident to those who knew what to watch for. Sally always deferred to Valerie's wishes, whatever they might be, and was the one who served. It was Sally who kept their drinks full. It was Valerie who received the massage at Sally's hand. Sally always asked for permission for anything she wanted to do. Not only was the dominance and submission so plain, but the joy and fulfillment in both women was equally evident.

"I'm to be at Master's for the weekend, Sally. You'll be by yourself. I want you to take some time for yourself and enjoy. Maybe you could go to Gatsby's tomorrow?"

"That would be fun, though not as fun as it is with you. May I let myself be picked up?"

"Of course, dear. Maybe Gwen and her new girlfriend would be interested in a threesome."

"Now you're just making me hot, Mistress. Do you want me to…?" Sally left the question unfinished.

"Not tonight. I want to be a little on edge for Master. I have to be there by eight, so we should get to sleep early."

"Yes, Mistress."

Sally helped Valerie prepare herself in the morning with an actual bath followed by some light making up; just enough to enhance her natural beauty. Wearing nothing but her overcoat and a pair of sandals (driving barefoot was actually illegal), Valerie drove the well known route to her Master's property. Once she'd parked in her usual spot to the left of the main entrance to the mansion, she shucked the two items of clothing and walked to the door, ringing the bell as she arrived.

Valerie had never completely overcome the slight embarrassment she felt at being naked in a public setting, such as on the porch to a home. The knowledge that the mansion was well shielded from the eyes of any passers by did nothing to reduce that feeling. Nadine, one of Master Charles' new submissives, answered the door. Unlike Valerie, Sally and all the other slaves that were or had been under Charles, Nadine lived with him full time. Valerie didn't know if Charles knew it or not, but the two were falling in love with one another. It was only a matter of time, in Valerie's opinion, until the two married. The adoration Nadine had for Charles Vanquil bordered on worship and Charles had thrived on that adoration in the four months Nadine had been in his house.

"Good morning, Valerie. Master instructed me to bind you and lead you to him."

"Good morning, Nadine. Of course, it's a pleasure to serve him however he likes."

Nadine clipped Val's cuffs together and forced her hands up towards her shoulders, clipping them to her collar by a short length of chain. A blindfold was put over her eyes and a full mouth gag silenced her. A rope with two loops at the ends was cinched onto the base of her beasts, forcing them to bulge and redden. Soon, the breast bondage would turn her tits purple as they engorged with blood that would be finding it easier to get into the mounds of flesh that to get out. The middle of the rope was clipped to the leash ring of her collar, holding the breasts up. A twelve inch hobble chain went between Valerie's ankle cuffs and a leash to her collar.

"Come with me, slave," Nadine intoned while pulling on the leash. She walked backwards to make sure she didn't go to fast for the hobbled woman; leading Valerie to the elevator that led to the basement. Inwardly, Valerie sighed in relief at not being required to negotiate the stairs while blinded and hobbled. She knew she could do it, but the tension was almost unbearable when she did. Once below ground, Nadine led her, at a slightly faster pace that demanded more trust from Valerie, towards the main dungeon area. Charles was waiting for her near the suspension chains.

Nadine handed the leash to her Master and knelt to the side, obedient to instructions she'd been given earlier. Without a word, Charles unclipped the leash and set it aside. He ran his fingernails lightly along Val's breast, watching little white lines appear and fade as Valerie hissed at the not quite painful sensations on her tits. The normally playful feelings were magnified by the primed state her nerve endings were in by the flood of blood in the bound area of her body. The naked drive had already put her into her submissive headspace and the helpless trip to the basement had intensified those feelings. Valerie's pussy was already damp, with protruding lips, anticipating it's own use (hopefully soon).

At first, Valerie's willingness to literally take anything form her Master had worried Charles. While Val still had a safe word, unlike Sally, she would only use it if she was sure something would actually cause serious injury to her. There was no level of discomfort she would balk at under his hands. Charles had never experienced such levels of trust before Sally and Valerie had reached their current states; and it had terrified him at first. Part of that fear had been the realization that he craved such freedom with his slaves. Yes, he'd taken slaves to their safe word in the past; it was, in fact, one of his favorite styles of play, but he'd discovered that he craved the ability to let his sadistic impulses have free reign on a slave. The erotic thrill of seeing a slave's body visibly bruise as he worked her over with flogger, cane and whip was greater than any other he'd encountered during his long life in BDSM. It was only as he realized that Valerie, among others, needed to be used that hard as much as he needed to use them, that he was able to shed the fear and let his inner sadist loose (in fact, Valerie had reached a point in her journey where she needed to meet the needs of whomever she was playing with, hence her ability to dominate Sally and submit to Charles).

First, he took two sticks, much like overly long chopsticks, and placed them on the top and bottom of her nipples. Several twists of rubber bands around the ends, forcing the sticks together, pinched Valerie's nipples and elicited a gasp and moan of pain from her. A loop of string was tightened between her breasts, tightening the pinch even more. Valerie's nipples were squashed nearly flat by the improvised stick clamps. A spiked wheel on a handle (called a Wartenburg wheel) was then rolled across the purple flesh of Valerie's breasts. Normally a sensation somewhere between a tickle and light pain, her tenderized tit flesh was in agony as the dull spikes drove across her.

When Valerie started to struggle to keep her knees from collapsing under her, Charles snapped his fingers and Nadine leapt up to support Valerie in her suffering; hands under Valerie's armpits, holding her up. Valerie struggled to keep from jerking away as Charles increased the pressure he was putting on the wheel, and thus her tits. Head shaking, Val groaned into the gag as her pain levels increased. The wheel rolled over her breasts for several minutes, far longer than she thought she would be able to endure (in fact, earlier in her submission, she would have safe worded at these levels of pain).

It took Valerie nearly a minute to recognize that the wheel had stopped torturing her; her tits had continued to ache from the instrument long after it had stopped rolling on her. When the loops on her breasts were removed, the double agony of blood rushing to escape its prison and her nipples pulling against the sticks trapping them brought a high pitched squeal from behind her gag. Charles let her recover from that before he had Nadine work with him to cut the three bands holding the sticks together at the same time. The clamps released Valerie's nipples suddenly and she nearly doubled over in pain. Her arms jerked as she tried to get the bound hands to her nibs to massage away the pain of the returning blood.

"I'm very pleased with you, Valerie. There's so much more we're going to do to you today." As he continued, Nadine retrieved some boots from where they had been set aside. "Valerie, we're going to put something on your feet. Lift your left leg."

The boots looked vaguely like ski boots, made of hard plastic with a thick sole. These, however, fit very tight and seemed to swallow her feet ad ankles in a thick foam like padding. On either side were heavy duty binding rings set solidly into the thicker than normal soles. Once they were on Val's feet, Charles pulled a set of suspension chains down and clipped them to the boots with heavy D-rings (each chain had a split so one chain could be attached to both sides of one boot).

Charles took her waist and ordered, "Lie down, Valerie." He lowered her to the ground and put her on her back. Then the winch was activated and Valerie's feet rose in the air. Mute and blind still, Valerie started to shake as her body was lifted into the air, upside down. Unable to control herself, she tugged at her bonds and twisted in an attempt to free herself. As her head cleared the ground, she made pleading noises through her gag, trying to convey the fear that was threatening to overwhelm her.

Charles knelt near her and stroked her face; an action she leaned into while whimpering. "You're safe, Valerie. The boots are specifically designed to support your weight without damaging your feet or ankles. Your head is only three inches above the ground." As Charles continued his assurances, Val calmed a bit; finding the trust she had in him to hold onto. "I'm going to torment you some more, Valerie. Are you ready?" Valerie sucked in a breath and nodded.

Activating another control, the chains holding Val up began to separate, forcing her legs into a split, stopping only when they were at a 45 degree angle. Val could feel the blood rushing to her head, giving her a bit of a rush. Once she was how he wanted her, Charles started in on her with his elk hide cat. Val had long since figured out that Charles, unlike many doms, didn't do much in the way of warm up. That was how his sadistic side expressed itself. Today was no exception, as the rough, thin lashes of the cat bit into Valerie's ass and thighs with a vengeance. Feeling like a multitude of bee stings were assaulting her body, Valerie squealed and twisted, wishing she were bound more securely.

As the painful strokes of the cat continued to assault her body, Valerie soon found herself experiencing a new sensation; one she was unprepared to experience. Her breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, or at least it felt like it was. Being upside down while being whipped was simulating the feeling of suffocating. In a way, the feeling was partially accurate; it is harder to breathe when one is inverted. The pain and the need for more rapid breathing was exacerbating the feeling as well. With only her nose to breathe through (the gag had no air hole), fear rose up in her. She started to struggle in her bonds, twisting and pulling at her arms.

Recognizing what she'd been told to watch for, Nadine moved in front of the helpless slave and started licking at her cunt. Valerie's pussy was open and exposed by the spread of her legs, as well as liberally moistened by her arousal from her bondage. In no time at all, this third sensation combined with the pain and breathing sensations to send Val into sensation overload. Her body, no longer able to separate the feelings from one another, turned everything into pleasure. An orgasm ripped through her, sending her into convulsions of ecstasy that caused her vision to start to black over from the periphery inwards.

With Valerie still in the midst of her climax, Charles and Nadine lowered her to her back, easing the pressure on her head and preventing her from completely passing out. As she recovered her wits, Valerie became aware of how much her ass stung and groaned through the gag. Once her breathing had returned to normal, Charles helped her to her feet and attached the leash again. He led her to the next station he wanted to play with her at; a spanking bench. Lying on the central platform, her arms and legs were lashed to the lower, side platforms, with her head and rear end just over their respective sides of the bench. A chin rest was swung up and her head bound to it after a ring gag was inserted into her mouth to replace the full gag. Almost immediately, drool formed and started to drip down her chin, creating embarrassment for her.

Nadine had retrieved two dildos from storage and inserted them into Valerie's ass and pussy. Nadine wasn't gentle and Valerie grunted with pain at the penetration of her ass. Once they were in, Nadine began to fuck Valerie with them, slowly moving them in and out of each orifice. Charles moved to her head and plunged his erect cock, with a cock ring at the base, into her helpless mouth. As he stroked into her repeatedly, Valerie tried to work her tongue around him to increase his pleasure. Her own arousal, just receded from her earlier climax, was increasing again. Nadine's ministrations, however, weren't enough to take her over the top again. Tears began to leak from behind the blindfold as the frustration built up. The first orgasm from earlier had only whetted her appetite for more, and now she was being gloriously denied another orgasm.

Valerie's body tried to thrust against the two faux cocks being gently worked in her cunt and ass. She was craving a hard, brutal fucking, one that would propel her to undreamed of heights. Such was not to be this time. Charles wasn't a master of bondage who could create visual and sensual works of art with just a few lengths of rope, but he could bind a slave to complete immobility. Every motion Val was capable of was because Charles wanted her to be able to make it. Charles and Nadine kept up on her for over half an hour; maintaining her at nearly cumming but not allowing it to happen. Ready to cum himself, Charles released his ring and plunged in deep. Val swallowed on instinct and his cock entered her throat and pulsed several streams of cum into her.

Charles pulled partially out in mid orgasm and left a pool of cum in her mouth to drip down her chin. Nadine had removed the dildos and come around to clean up both of them. She lovingly licked the fluids from Charles' cock before taking Val in deep kiss to lick at the cum in Valerie's mouth. Val responded with her own tongue and moaned in frustration at not being able to close her mouth enough to be a more active participant in the kiss.

Valerie was released from the bench and her hands rebound behind her with clips between the cuffs. Her mouth was released from the ring only to be regagged with a ball gag. Her eyes remained covered, and though she didn't know it yet, they would remain so for the rest of the weekend. Charles gave Nadine a signal to go and do some chores while he did some more play with Valerie. Leading her by a reattached leash, Charles led Val to the whipping post where her hands were tied above her to a ring that was high enough to force her onto her toes. He used bungee straps to hold her legs in place; one strap between her ankle cuffs and two more pulling them apart.

He took his favorite cane out, a quarter in rattan cane that was 28 inches long and started to beat Valerie's ass and thighs with it. Valerie wasn't a masochist and didn't normally experience pleasure from pain unless the dominant was actively trying to create a paingasm; with all the warming up and incremental increases to sensation such an attempt entails. Charles rarely engaged in that type of play, having a strong sadistic side to his dominance. His first strokes were immediately painful and Val writhed under them, unable to control her reaction to the pain on her still arousal sensitized nerves.

Charles worked her over all up and down her body, avoiding only those areas where serious injury was a threat (lower back, mainly). Her ass, thighs and upper back were turning blue and purple from the repeated strokes of the cane. Charles, who was naked, was soon sporting a new erection, as his enjoyment of the caning was feeding his arousal. In the past, Valerie had thought that four or five strokes of the cane was more than she could deal with; but those strokes were much harder than the ones he was using now (those strokes were intended for punishment, not play). Valerie was sobbing in agony partway through the caning and was gasping convulsively when he stopped.

Charles stroked her face, his hand wetting from her tears. She moaned and leaned into the touch, soaking up the unspoken approval for her submission. Her body, covered in sweat and leaking pussy fluids, shivered from the tension she'd been subjected to so far this morning. He let her down from the post, holding her as she sank to her knees, unable to hold herself up on her feet. He bent her over and used his hand to bring lubrication from her pussy to her ass. Valerie tensed briefly before relaxing and opening her ass to the upcoming penetration.

Charles forced himself into her ass, not with a single cruel stroke, but with constant, unrelenting pressure, until he was fully buried in her ass. Holding her hips, he started a rhythmic fucking motion, twisting his hips as he pulled out and thrust back in. Valerie strained to hold herself open at each of his in strokes and clenched against him as he pulled out each time. Anal sex, once something she didn't enjoy for its own sake, was now very pleasurable for her. She'd even cum a time or two from just an anal fucking, something she was fast approaching this time.

"Don't cum, Slave," Charles ordered as he increased his pace.

Valerie groaned through the gag and tensed to fight the orgasm she'd just started to embrace. The struggle to keep from climaxing forced her to clamp her ass down, causing pain to burn through her anal cavity. Tears were leaking from behind her blindfold again as the combination of the now painful buggering and the tension of denying herself an orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. When she felt him spurt into her, she moaned at the small pleasure having him cum in her always gave her.

Even before she had recovered, her hands were bound behind her back again and the leash clipped on. Charles roughly pulled her to her feet and led her away, heading towards the elevator. The elevator went to the second floor, where Nadine, following Charles' instructions, had prepared the next phase of Valerie's ordeal. Charles kept a dog kennel in his bedroom; a place where he would impose strict bondage and humiliation on his slaves. He led Val to the modified kennel and tugged her down to her knees and unbound her hands. With a sharp snap of the leash, he propelled her into the kennel. As her hand crossed the threshold, she whimpered and hesitated, only to be slapped on the ass.

A plastic sheet had been placed in the kennel; the kind of sheet used for office chairs that had the little spikes on the underside. These spikes had been turned up so Val had to endure them while she was in the kennel. The spikes on this particular sheet had been worn down so as not to be capable of puncturing the skin. Moaning in still more pain, Val crawled in and turned around (she knew this was his standard procedure with the kennel). As the gag was removed, she could smell the aroma of food entering the room.

"No speaking this weekend, Valerie," Nadine's voice ordered. "Master wants you silent in your distress." Nadine's hand caressed Valerie's face as she continued. "Endure for your Master. He wants your suffering this weekend; not just the suffering of pain and discomfort, but the suffering of not hearing his voice or even knowing if he's watching you suffer for him for the rest of your time here. There's food and water here. You can use your hands to eat and drink. Don't leave the kennel for any reason."




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Valerie felt around and found the bowl and glass. She ate, savoring the meal, one she recognized as Charles' slave goulash; a stew like dish that looked horrid but actually tasted good. It was actually an ordinary meal that had been chopped up as needed and mixed together. The food and drink were refreshing and the dishes were removed as soon as she had finished them. The tell tale click of the kennel's locks sounded shortly afterwards.

Over the next few hours, Valerie was rolling around, trying to find a position that was less uncomfortable than the last. There wasn't any such position, but each move brought relief to one part of her body and discomfort to another. Valerie had no idea how much time had passed, other than knowing she wasn't hungry or thirsty again. When the door to the kennel was opened again, shed been spaced out some and only became aware of what was happening when her hands were clipped to each other again (behind her back, of course). Led by the newly attached leash, she crawled to the bathroom and was allowed to void her bladder and bowels. Her face flushed red with humiliation as someone else, Nadine, wiped her. Another short crawl later found her next to Charles' bed where her leash was tied off short enough she could neither stand up nor lie down.

The torture that followed now was especially cruel. Charles and Nadine made love right next to Val on the bed where she could hear and smell their lovemaking. Nadine had several very vocal orgasms by the time Charles had his third one of the day. Valerie was even forced to clean both his cock and her pussy when they were done, all with no pleasure for herself, or any word from her master.

The weekend continued in this vein; with whippings and blind sexual use of her body interspaced with periods of being locked in the kennel and ignored. She never heard Charles' voice again while she was there and by the time she was standing at the door, Nadine removing the last of her bindings and the blindfold, Valerie had been crying softly for hours. Nadine brushed her tears away and embraced Val in a tight hug.

"He does love you, Val. He loves you more than he knows how to say. He loves your submission, your willingness to endure even this weekend, to suffer for him based on your love for him. He's very pleased with you this weekend."

"Thank you, Nadine. Let him know I love him so much."

Valerie went home, again clad in only her sandals and overcoat. At home, she cuddled next to Sally for the night, recovering her sense of self after the hard, depersonalizing weekend at the hands of her Master. By the time Monday would roll around, she would be able to handle the chaos to come.

*

Dani's computer is shot and she won't be able to edit until she gets it fixed, or God forbid, has to buy a new one. So, this is not proofread. Forgive the errors, I'll put up an edited version once she's back online.



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"Thank you, Mrs. Spears. That's all of our questions. Do you have any questions for us?"

"Yes, if I may. Why did Mr. Freshin not perform the interview?"

"He was unexpectedly away from the office. Actually, I have a question of my own. Why did you make it clear that you wouldn't accept being interviewed by Miss Carstares? You don't strike me, now, as someone who has small opinions of secretaries."

"Oh, God no. I expect I'll be working closely with Miss Carstares if I'm hired. But, in my experience, when a company relegates your job interview to a secretary, they've already decided to not hire you. My time is valuable, and subjecting myself to an interview, along with the time needed to travel there and back, all for something that won't happen, is a waste."

"Thank you. We'll let you know of our decision in the next few days."

"Thank you, Ms. Burbon," the Domme responded as she stood and shook Valerie's hand.

After she had left, Valerie turned towards Mary. "What do you think? You were with Calvin during the other interviews."

"Honestly, Ms. Burbon, Calvin had already rejected the other applicants. If Mrs. Spears failed the interview, he was ready to trash an advice column until we found someone suitable. Mrs. Spears sounds like an excellent candidate. She understands pony girls and boys well and is passionate about the lifestyle. If her examples from the online forum, webzine I believe she called it, look good, and those creative differences aren't something to worry about, I think Mr. Freshin will hire her."  

"Good, I'll leave it in your capable hands. Thanks, Mary."

"My pleasure, Ms. Burbon."

On her way back to her office, she stopped by the front desk. "Imogene, any word from Calvin?"

"No, Ms. Burbon," the receptionist replied, worry etched on her face. "I've tried his home every half hour; no answer. His cell doesn't even go to voicemail; I just get a message that the phone isn't in service. Something's wrong, ma'am."

"Call the emergency rooms; see if he's been admitted."

"I already have, ma'am. He hasn't been admitted as a patient to any of the local hospitals."

"Not, good," Val muttered under her breath. "Call emergency services; see if his car has been in an accident. I think his plate will be on the parking list."

"Right away, ma'am."

Valerie waited, a knot forming in her gut, while the receptionist called the non-emergency line for the city's emergency services. The dread she was beginning to feel deepened as she heard the direction of the conversation and the tearing that was staring in Imogene's eyes. The young woman put the phone down and removed her earpiece, shock evident on her face.

"Ma'am, there's been…" She stopped, unable to continue as her grief stole over her with the force of a hurricane.

"Something's happened to him, hasn't it?" Val asked, her hand reaching to offer the comfort she didn't feel.

Imogene nodded. "Accident…Body…Identify," was all she could get out.

"I'll take care of it. Is this the address?" Val asked, reaching for the note Imogene had taken during the call. The woman nodded as she sat, tears streaming down her face. Address in hand, Val returned to her office to collect her things.

"June, Calvin's been in an accident; a fatal one. Cancel all my appointments for the day. I need to go identify the body, to be sure. Call Mary and let her…no, better if you tell her in person; they're…they were close. Then let the higher ups know. Someone's going to have to cover things at Pony's Paddock." Already, Valerie's past was numbing her mind, causing her to forget about Susan. Likewise, her mind's attempt to protect her from remembering Mike's death focused her thinking so narrowly that she never thought of contacting Sally or Charles.

"Oh my God, Val," June gasped, forgetting her office decorum as the news hit her. "Are you going to be all right?"

"Probably not, but I'll make it through the day; at least until I can get home. I don't have a choice, really."

"I'll take care of things here, you do what you have to do," June reassured Valerie.

"Thanks, June. I don't know when I'll be back."

Purse, laptop and cell in hand, Valerie made her way to the parking lot and her car. She wouldn't remember driving to the hospital, nor walking the sterile corridors to the morgue. As she entered the morgue, it was years ago, in a different hospital and different morgue.

"Mrs. Burbon, I'm so sorry for having to put you through this. He doesn't look like the photo on his ID. Is this Mike?"

Valerie's, "Yes," was choked out with a sob as she broke down and wept over the dead body of her husband, Mike. His face had been cut in hundreds of places, though the glass shards that had been embedded in it were gone. His clothes were still wet from the melted snow. Her tears added to the dampness that soaked his body.

"Mrs. Burbon, please…Ms. Burbon, are you okay? Ms. Burbon?!"

Valerie snapped back to the present as her shoulder was shaken. She shook her head, desperate to get the painful past away from the present in her mind. "Yes, I'm fine; just a bad memory. Is this him?" she asked, looking with dread at the sheet covered body. Val shivered at the dark stain on the sheets, evidence of the mangled body beneath them.

"We think so, ma'am. His wallet was on the dash and destroyed in the fire, so we can't make an ID that way. His fingerprints aren't in the system, either."

"They wouldn't be. Calvin never had them taken. He went out of his way to avoid it." Her eyes kept flicking to and away from the body under the sheet. Her mind kept trying to impose her dead husband's face over the body on the gurney.

"This should just take a moment. He's pretty banged up, Ms. Burbon. Are you ready?"

Valerie closed her eyes, willing the body in front of her away. It didn't leave. She nodded her head and the doctor pulled the sheet back from the head. Lifeless eyes stared back at her from a mangled face, covered in cuts and blood. For a moment, it wasn't Calvin Freshin looking up at her. "Mike," she gasped, tears clouding her eyes, her hand coming to her mouth.

"Excuse me, Ms. Burbon? Did you say Mike?"

"I'm sorry, no, this is Calvin," she whispered, turning away.

"Thank you, Ms. Burbon. I know this has to have been hard on you and we appreciate your coming down. Do you know if he had any next of kin?"

"I…he has a brother in New York, but they haven't spoken in years. His sister is stationed with the army in Iraq. His father is dead, and I think his mother is in a home, suffering from late stage Alzheimer's. His sl…girlfriend lives with him."

"There's been no answer at his home."

"She sometimes doesn't answer the phone or door." Valerie's voice caught, as she realized that her own pain would be small compared to Susan's. She didn't relish being there when Susan learned the news, but knew she needed to be the one to let her know. "I'd appreciate it if I could be the one to tell her."

"That's fine. The only personal effects we recovered seem to be related to work. As one of his colleagues, I can give those to you. I'm afraid most didn't survive the accident intact," he relayed, pointing to the sack on a side counter.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"As near as we can tell, a semi ran a red light at high speed and crushed his car. Death was instantaneous." The doctor, having learned from long experience, didn't bother adding, "He didn't suffer," as he knew that was rarely actually taken well by those who knew the victims. "The driver was also pronounced dead at the scene."

"Thank you. I'll need to get this back now. If anything comes up, contact our offices. This is my card."

"We will, Ms. Burbon. Thank you again, for coming down and identifying him."

Wordlessly, Valerie turned and took the few things that survived the crash well enough to be recognized with her as she left the hospital. Her chest tightened as she walked, sadness filling her like brackish water that poisons a well. At her car, her control slipped and tears flowed freely at the loss of a man who'd become a good friend in the years since her first bid on her at The Mephisto Club's slave auction. It took several minutes until she was able to see clearly enough to drive. Like the trip to the facility, Val remembered nothing of her return trip. She didn't notice the familiar car parked in the visitor's area.

Imogene was behind her counter, her face puffy and streaked with the tears she's shed once Valerie had left. The quiet of the offices seemed different as Valerie returned to her office; more oppressive than relaxing. June was out of her seat, taking the sack of things from Valerie before Val knew what was happening.

"Were you able to cancel everything?"

"Yes, Ms. Burbon. Everyone knows what happened. I'll have everything rescheduled by the end of the day. I'm just waiting on a couple of call backs."

"Thanks, June. I may take off early. I'm certainly not going to get anything accomplished today."

"I understand. I'll hold things down here. You go do what you need to do."

Valerie nodded and walked into her office, intending to pack up and leave. Instead, she looked up and saw Sally, waiting expectantly. Sally gave a rueful smile and held her arms out. As Val surged forward to the comfort only her slave, lover and life partner could offer her, June closed the door to the office Valerie's tears, which had been tightly controlled up to that point, let loose and the next several minutes were spent releasing the agony that had been balled up so far.

"He's dead, Sally. I can't believe he's dead. It was just last week…"

"I know, I know, Mistress," Sally whispered as her arms held Valerie while hands caressed her back, letting Valerie's soul know that she was loved and cared for in this bitter time.

"I…I kept seeing Mike, Sally. I had to identify Mike after the…"

"Shhh. It's all right. It's normal to flash back to those memories. We never really forget that sort of thing." Sally kissed Valerie's forehead and held her closer as more sobs escaped, the memories of that horrible accident, years ago, that took the life of the Iceman, Valerie's beloved husband. "Why? Why did it have to be another car crash," Sally thought to herself. It had taken Valerie months, after the couple had moved in together, to tell Sally the story of how Mike had died. That accident, having been caused by black ice, had devastated the woman Sally loved so much that Valerie had run away from attachment and closeness. Only the intensity of Valerie's early days in the lifestyle had broken through enough for Valerie to be able to fall in love with Sally.

Sally remembered the fear both had had that night they had said those fateful words.





Death of a Master Ch. 05



"That's a good way to put it; both losses. It can be hard enough on a slave to deal with a forced separation from their Master, but to deal with the grief of his death on top of that is nearly unimaginable. Use Sally to help you. She's a good dominant, even though she's fully enslaved right now. Give Sally authority over Susan; that should help. I want you to plan on being here Wednesday evening. I'll help take some of your edge off. I'll make arrangements for his lifestyle things to be taken care of, as well as planning a memorial. I'll also ask around and see if there's anyone willing and able to spell you with Susan."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master; I'm sure I'll need it. I feel like I need it now."

"You can do this, Valerie. Remember, you're not alone."

"Yes, Master." Valerie heard Susan and Sally coming down the stairs again. "I've got to go. I'll stay in touch."

"Mistress," Sally said as she came down the stairs ahead of Susan, "we're ready to go. Is there anything you need?"

"No, Sally, not from here. How's Susan?"

"She's in shock. She shouldn't be left alone."

Susan staggered down behind Sally, her face a mask of pain framing eyes that saw without perceiving. A small bag dangled from her left hand, fingers clutching the strap like a lifeline. Her right hand clutched at her shirt, as if to support the buttons holding it closed. For an instant, Valerie saw herself, in shock from Mike's death and her heart leapt.

Stifling her cry, Valerie ordered, "Come on you two, let's get h…" With a gulp, Valerie swallowed her intended word, "home," and replaced it with, "…back to the house. There's nothing we can do here."

The two lovers led the nearly catatonic woman out to their car and drove her to their home. Tears silently made their way down Susan's face as she sat between her two friends, each with a hand on her leg in support. Half an hour later, they were parked at the base of the walkway up the hill to the front door. The man watching them from two houses down, in a gray sedan, went unnoticed in their grief.

Inside, Susan, operating on a form of autopilot, stripped her clothes as soon as she was inside, joining Sally in that familiar slave routine. Without a word, Sally led Susan to their bedroom, knowing Val had no intention of leaving Susan alone for the night. Once Susan was settled in under the covers, still crying, Sally joined Valerie in the front room again.

"Sally, we need to keep Susan from feeling her freedom right now. She has enough to deal with as it is with Calvin's death."

"I understand, Mistress. Do you want me to be like a top slave to her?"

"Exactly; you read my mind. I can't be here for her 24/7, and she is in no condition to be making decisions for herself. I have no idea how to handle things with her. I know I was a basket case for the first few months after Mike died. I could barely function at work, and if Francine hadn't been there, basically all the time, I'd never have survived."

"I feel just as in the dark as you do. She needs to be able to grieve, however she ends up doing that, while having the assurance of that control in her life she's come to need." Sally looked pensive for a minute. "I never expected to be dominant again. When I had my submission crisis and needed 24/7 slavery, I figured I'd seen the end of my switching days. I hope I remember how."

"Love," Valerie replied, her hands on Sally's shoulders, "you'll do fine. You've known Susan for years and I doubt you ever forget how to dominate. There's a world of difference between not wanting to dominate and not being able to do so."

"You're right, Mistress. Do you want to go to bed, or do something first?"

"Bed. I'm exhausted, at least emotionally. We'll keep Susan between us tonight."





Death of a Master Ch. 05



"That's what we thought," Valerie answered with a smile meant to disarm the tension her question had caused. "Fortunately, there is a potential solution to your problem. Both of our proposed advertising solutions start at the same point. We need to give your current line a new identity. Fortunately, this is easily done and, if the ad campaign is started right away, the change should be set in the consumers' minds within three to four months. We propose this," and Valerie tapped a key, projecting her first power point slide on the screen behind her.

"Let me present to you, 'The Playful Lover's series of toys, for those who understand that love is supposed to be fun.' Your current slogan, 'Discriminating toys for the sexually playful,' can remain intact while establishing a name for your products that is separate from the company name itself. Once this campaign has taken root, it will allow one of our other options to be launched, under an entirely new name, while still being a Sylvia's Switch product."

Val watched as their responses showed in their faces. Nelly smiled with obvious pleasure, while the others in the room expressed various levels of interest. As she expected, no one showed signs of dismissing the idea out right, though one face was more thoughtful than glad. She addressed him directly.

"Mr. Glastid, any concerns?"

"Only one," he replied after a few moment's thought. "You said the new identity for the old line would take about three to four months to settle in. We were hoping to launch the new line by then. Is there any way to speed up the process?"

"There won't be a need to speed up the process. In fact, normally, establishing a new identity for a product takes well over half a year. Our plans involved starting the new line's advertising in two months. It will be the distinction between the two lines that will allow both lines to establish their unique identities so quickly. All that's needed is to pick which of the two options for the new line to use."

"Ah, well, let's see these options."

"Of course." Valerie brought up her next slide. There was a photo of a woman's back, marked with red stripes from, apparently, a flogger held in the foreground. The caption read, "Hard Play toys, for those who want to take their playtime to the next level."

"With the Hard Play line, we assume that your customer is still one of the discriminating sexual playful, but that they're ready for a new level of intensity in their play. Much like the difference between playing baseball in your average rec league and playing for a minor league team. In both cases, one is playing baseball, but the level of play is oh so different. The name of the line still emphasizes that these are toys for sexual playtime, but makes it clear that this is a level of play that your current customers haven't experienced, but may well be curious about."

Valerie changed slides again, bringing up the picture of a kneeled woman, collared with hands bound behind her back. A man was standing in the background, his hand grasping her hair. The caption said, "Lifestyle, for when your playtime has become your lifestyle."

"With the Lifestyle line of toys, we make an entirely different assumption about your customers. Here we assume they've explored, played, and discovered something in themselves they didn't know was there. They don't want to play at Master and Slave any more, they want to be Master and slave. For these people, the Playful Lover series just won't do it any more. They need serious toys to live the lives they're choosing." Valerie hit a key on her laptop and the two slides split to show themselves side by side. "All Sylvia's Switch needs to do is choose which approach they want to go with."

"Ms. Burbon, do you have any data on how many people live the lifestyle, as you put it, as opposed to just playing, regardless of how lightly or hard they play?" Nelly asked.

"That's actually an incredibly hard number to pin down. Part of the reason is that the lines are blurred. There are people who live a Master/slave life without ever engaging in anything remotely life BDSM play. Those people are living what I think of as a service lifestyle, where the slave is in service to the Master, but there isn't anything life bondage or discipline involved; sometimes there's not even any sex involved. Others may live a similar life, but engage in pure play that isn't related to the Master and slaves roles in any way. If I were to hazard an educated guess," Val added, seeing that Nelly was going to insist on an answer, "I'd put it at about 10 to 15 percent of our readership that would be interested in a Lifestyle line."

"I assume that would be significantly less than what would be interested in a Hard Play line?"

"Yes, undoubtedly."

"Is there any reason why we couldn't, eventually, open both such lines?"

"No, not at all. Your current line of new toys wouldn't be large enough to support two separate lines, I don't think; but I see no reason why an immediate development of the Hard Play line couldn't be followed up, in a few years, with a third line of Lifestyle toys. Now that I think of it; such a development would be a logical following of your clients as some of their interests continue to grow and expand."

Looking at the others and getting nods of agreement, Nelly announced their decision. "We'll work on developing the Hard Play line. I'll want to work closely with you as we develop an advertising strategy for the identity change and the new line. Can we get an assortment of ads in the next publishing cycle?"

"I think we can do that. Have your secretary contact June and we can, hopefully, get together by the end of the week." Valerie called up a file and nodded. "As I thought. We're in luck. None of the publications you're likely to want to advertise in are going to press this week. If our first strike is to just revise the old ads to represent the new identity, we could have them in The Sensible Submissive and Mastering when they go to press in nine days."

"Excellent, Ms. Burbon," Mr. Juntila said as he stood. "I'll let you two work out the details. I'm glad you were able to find a solution to our problem."

"So am I, Mr. Juntila. I'm looking forward to working with your people."

The meeting broke up and Valerie headed back to her car, dialing June as she did. "June, this is Valerie. You should be getting a call from Sylvia's Switch soon. Do whatever it takes to get them onto my schedule before the week is out. We'll need to redesign their ads in time for next weeks releases of Sensible Sub and Mastering."

"I'll do that. I'm glad the meeting was productive. Sally called the office and wants you to call her back. She said it was important."

"Thanks June. I'll take care of it."

Sitting in her car, Val dialed home. "Sally, this is Val. What's up?"

"Mistress, a lawyer called looking for Susan. He needs to talk with her about Calvin's estate. She's supposed to meet with him in 30 minutes. We're just getting ready to leave."

"Where is the meeting? And does Susan want either of us there for it?"

"Yes she does, both if we can. It's at the Broadmoor professional building, suite 241."

"Okay, I know where that is. I'll meet you there."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Dialing June again, Val let her know where she would be, after making sure her schedule was clear. With no time to catch a quick lunch, Val hoped the meeting wouldn't take very long. 25 minutes later, she was parking her car next to Sally's car, which was already there. Valerie exited the car and gave Sally a hug before turning to Susan.

"How are you doing, Susan?"

"Not very well, Mis…Valerie. I keep expecting Him to walk in, wanting to know why I'm dressed and not in a collar. Does it ever go away, the pain, I mean?"

"No, it never does," Val answered, her face dropping with sadness. "It does get easier to bear, especially when you find someone new you can share your life with." Valerie and Sally's hands found each other instinctively.

"I want Him back so badly. I certainly don't want to be here right now."

"I wouldn't want to either, but it probably has to be done. The sooner we get in there, the sooner it will be over. Come on."

The three women entered the building and proceeded to the second floor where they found the offices of Kyle Grissom, attorney at law. At Val's encouraging, Susan approached the receptionist as she asked, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm…that is, I'm supposed to meet Mr. Grissom?"

"And you would be…?"

"Susan, Susan Thinkle."

"Yes, you're expected. If you'll follow me, your friends can wait out here."

"No!" Regaining control after her outburst, Susan added, "I'd rather they were with me."

"If you wish, I suppose that'll be fine."

Kyle rose to shake Susan's hand as they entered. "Ms. Thinkle, let me express my heartfelt sympathies over your double loss."

All three women looked up in surprise. "Double loss?" Susan asked.

"Yes," he replied, "of your love and Master. Yes," he added to her shocked look, "Calvin let me know the nature of your relationship with him. He did it to protect both of you from overzealousness on the part of the law. I've had to deal with more than one case of BDSM being misconstrued by the legal system. There's been progress, but not enough to protect either of you in your case."

"You mean he wanted it established in advance so if there were any problems from my being his slave, there would be a paper trail?" The intelligent woman that agreed to be Calvin's slave so many years ago was peeking back out of the cocoon of submission she'd been relaxing in.

"Exactly, Ms. Thinkle. The reason, however, that I asked you here today concerns Calvin's will and life insurance."

Susan jerked at the mention of his will, her face clouding in pain. "Do we have to deal with that now?" she begged.

"I'm afraid so. Calvin left me a letter some time ago, instructing me what to do with regards to his slave if he died. That doesn't mean he wanted me to pass you on to someone else. We both understood that your enslavement to him was a voluntary arrangement, one that, legally, you could walk away from without penalty; even though, I'm given to understand, you both acted as if you couldn't leave him of your own free will. He wanted me to explain why the will and insurance was written the way it was."

"Just what are you talking about, Mr. Grissom?"

"You're not mentioned in the will at all, Ms. Thinkle, and the only insurance you're mentioned in is a relatively small policy. About 15 years ago, members of the Freshin family discovered Calvin's lifestyle choice. They reacted rather badly. There was an attempt to have Calvin committed as a danger to others. Given the…intensity that he practices BDSM, keeping him free wasn't the open and shut case one would expect."

"That's horrible," Susan gasped.

"Yes, it is. To make things worse, some of his relatives made it clear that if any of his fortune, and there is a sizable one, was left to any his slaves, they would drag the poor woman through court and attempt to destroy her, or at least her reputation. To forestall that, he never put you in the will, and he only had a supplemental life insurance policy taken out with you as the beneficiary."

"Mr. Grissom, I don't care about the money. If anything, I want Him back."

Susan's composure broke and she started crying softly again. Valerie and Sally moved to comfort their friend who Kyle sat back patiently to wait. It took several minutes before Susan was able to look u[ at Kyle again.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Not at all, Ms. Thinkle. You're holding up better than I expected, actually. The reason I needed to see you so soon is that I've already been contacted by an attorney for his relatives asking when the will is to be read. That's going to be this Friday. I wanted to let you know so you'll have time to get your things from the house. It's likely, you'll be denied access to the house after the will is read."

"I understand. His family won't want his sicko slave anywhere near their things." The venom in Susan's words dripped as her anger rose.

"Actually, that won't be the case. They don't know it yet, but Calvin left his entire estate to charity. Everything is to be sold and the proceeds given to several charities he designated. The relatives will get nothing. It will be the real estate company, if anyone, that will keep you out of the house. Because your status is so…hidden, anything still in the house after the will is read will be assumed to be his, not yours. Get whatever you want out in the next two days. I am sorry to burden you with this so soon after his death, but it needed to be done."

"I understand. It's probably just as well that I'll never meet these people. Is there anything else I need to do?"

"No, part of the estate was set aside to cover any fees I'll generate as executor, and that includes making sure your portion is handled as per his wishes. All you have to do is cash the check when it arrives. Speaking of which, where should it be sent?"

Susan gave him Val's address and thanked him again. The ladies left and returned to their cars. Outside, Susan said, "I knew he didn't see eye to eye with his family, but I had no idea it was about our relationship."

"No," Val corrected, "it wasn't about your relationship, but about his kink. They were…are…intolerant bastards that you shouldn't lose a minute of sleep over. Do you hear me?" she asked, taking Susan's head in her hands.

"Yes, I do. Thank you, Valerie."

"I have to get back to work. I won't be home until late tonight; I'm submitting to Master tonight."

"We'll be fine, Mistress. Take care of yourself."

Back at the office, June let Val know that she was scheduled to see some people from Sylvia's Switch for an extended lunch meeting on Friday. The rest of her work day was as normal as possible, given the absence of one of their editors. The powers that be had put Mary in charge of The Pony's Paddock while a decision on who to hire or promote to the editor's position was being made (her experience when Calvin was in the hospital earlier was standing her in good stead). Julia Spears was hired to write the advice column for the pony play magazine and was expected to have her first column ready by the next publication deadline. By 5:00, Valerie was able to leave the office and drive to Charles' mansion.

Valerie stood at the door and knocked. Her breathing had increased in pace as the anticipation of her submission grew. After nearly three years as Charles' submissive (or slave, if you will), her times with Him never lost that edge of excitement. Charles Vanquil seemed to have unlimited imagination when it came to exerting sexual dominance on his submissives. Valerie's time with him never failed to be a time she enjoyed in some way (though she sometimes didn't enjoy what he did with her).

"Ms. Burbon, It's a pleasure to see you again," Herman said when the door opened. "Master Charles is waiting for you in the study."

"Thank you, Herman." She handed Herman her bag, adding, " I brought a change of clothes in case he wants me to stay the night."

"Very good, ma'am. I'll put these in the first guest room," he answered. Valerie had been at the house enough over the years to know where that was.

Valerie strode down the familiar hall to the room where Charles had first taken her, pressed against the arm of the sofa while his hand sent her into sexual bliss for the first time in the years since her husband had died. At the entrance to the sitting room, she saw him sitting in his favorite chair; high backed with plush burgundy upholstery. With a deep breath, val walked to him and knelt with her head bowed at his feet.

"Valerie, it's so good to see you. How are you holding up?"

"Master, it's not as bad as it could be. Susan decided she didn't want to be dominated, saying it felt too much like she was throwing away her relationship with Calvin. I'm still looking forward to tonight."

"I'm sure you are," he chuckled. "I hadn't though of that aspect when I counseled you. It's probably for the best. Is she holding up okay?"

"As well as could be expected, Master. She had to see Calvin's lawyer today so he could explain why she wasn't in his will. I guess his family wasn't very approving of his involvement in the lifestyle."

"Mine isn't either, but they're smart enough to stay out of my business. Once Susan picks up the things she wants, I'll have several lifestylers remove the equipment from his dungeon. There's no need for his public name to be tarnished by…unfortunate vanilla perceptions. But, enough of that, my little slave. I want to play with you," he said as he stood. He grasped her hair, pulling her head up. "I'm going to hurt you, Valerie. I'm going to enjoy your pain, and then I'm going to fuck your ass."

"Yes, Master," she replied, her body leaping into arousal at the control being exerted on her. "Please, Master, use me as you wish."

"Oh, I will, slave, I most certainly will," he replied with a snarl.

Without letting her up, Charles left the room while Valerie struggled to crawl after him, her scalp in pain from the pulling on her hair. Down the hall they went, to the stairs leading to the basement and the dungeon it housed. Valerie's hair felt like it was being pulled out, even though she knew no such thing would happen. The trip down the stairs was actually easier, as Val's being on a higher step lessened the pressure on her head. At the bottom, he pulled her to her feet and marched her into the main dungeon area.

By the time they reached the suspension chains, Valerie was panting with need, her pussy soaked with her fluids. Charles released her hair, only to grab her wrists and clip her cuffs to the chains hanging from the pulleys above. Val pulled at them, finding no give at all, and moaned with fear tinged desire. "Please," she whispered. In response, Charles grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled hard. The buttons gave way, as well as the fabric. Valerie's bare breasts were exposed, the nipples taut with arousal (her standing orders were to not wear bras or panties).

Charles grabbed her nipples and pinched, pressing with all his strength. Valerie cried in pain and instinctively tried to twist away. Charles' fingers pinched even harder as he yanked her back. Val gasped as waves of agony flowed through her nipples, to her cunt where she juiced even more. Tears leaked from her eyes, tightly closed with her head back. He shook her by her tits, aggravating the pain he was already inflicting. When he finally let go, a new burst of sensation assaulted her as the blood rushed back into the mashed nipples.

With practiced motions, he opened and stripped her pants off, exposing her pussy, juices coating it, to his view. He knelt and fastened her ankle cuffs to rings in the floor, spreading her legs and preventing her from twisting Once Val was secured, Charles picked up one of the instruments he'd set aside earlier. The flogger had long, thin strands of leather that would give a sharp sting Valerie would feel intensely.

From the first stroke, he laid hard into her, letting her feel the full weight of his blows. At the first explosion of pain across her back, Valerie gasped and threw her head back. As the blows continued, she cried out and writhed under the lash of the flogger. Sometimes, Charles used his submissives in a way designed to give them pleasure. This was not one of those times. Charles Vanquil had a sadistic streak and when he let it out of the bottle, he did it for his own pleasure. Today, he also knew that Valerie needed to be taken with no thought to her pleasure. When her life was especially stressful, it was serving him fully that eased her tension and enabled her to better cope with the things in her life that had her at odds.




Death of a Master Ch. 05



The flogger fell again and again, covering her upper back and ass with deep red stripes. Valerie was crying unabashedly at the pain, her mind lost in a fog of submission and pain. Her grief at Calvin's death and the strain of providing for Susan in her need was washed away on the tides of pain. Ironically, through her tears and cries of pain, Valerie had a small smile on her face. She was conscious of his domination and pleasure at inflicting pain on her and it gave her a sense of joy to be serving him this way.

Charles stopped his flogging and came around her. Lifting her chin to look her in the eyes, he smiled at her smile. "Shall I stop, Valerie?" he asked.

Valerie shook her head, gasping through her tears, "No, Master, not unless you're done. I'm for you, Master, to use as you will."

Charles stood back and looked her over. Sweat poured off her and her hair was a tangled mess. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was engorged and wet with fluids other than sweat. She was aroused by her treatment; by his use of her. She looked back at him with longing, anticipation, and not a little fear. She didn't fear what he would do, but rather, that she would be unable to endure what he wished. He had never seen anyone as lovely as Valerie when her submission was fully on her.

He picked up his next toy and hefted it lightly in his hand. The thin cane, made from lexan, made a frightening swishing sound as it tore its way through the air. In the hands of an ignorant dominant, it was capable of opening bleeding wounds that would leave permanent scars. Charles Vanquil was not an ignorant dom. With a controlled stroke, he laid a bright red welt over the darker red that colored Valerie's ass. As the cane struck, Valerie screamed, the lingering pain exploding into a nearly unbearable sensation. Charles' practiced eye noted that the welt left behind was just as he intended; painful and vivid, but one that would neither leave her unable to function the next day, nor leave a visible scar when it was healed.

Nine more can strokes hit Valerie's body, four more to her ass and five across her upper back. They were only interrupted when Val's legs gave out and Charles made sure Valerie wasn't being injured by hanging from her wrists. Ten parallel lines of red striped her back and ass. Her cuffs, a custom design from Divine's Devils, supported her weight without damaging her wrists. Putting the cane down, he released her ankle cuffs from the floor. Charles embraced her from behind, causing her to gasp at the contact. He helped her regain her feet and released her wrists from the chains holding them up.

"Come with me, slave," he whispered.

Valerie walked with him; each step causing her to wince as the welts were stretched by the movement of her ass cheeks. They arrived at the stocks where Val smiled as she set her head and arms in the indentations. Charles swung the crossbar into place and Val was trapped in the restraints. Her Master clipped her ankle cuffs to the floor again, forcing her legs four feet apart, opening her pussy and ass to whatever he wanted to do.

Charles stepped out of his pants, exposing his rigid cock. He grabbed Val's ass, pulling the globes apart as Valerie moaned at the contact with her fresh welts. Charles shoved his cock into her soaked pussy, stroking several times to coat himself with her lube. Once he was thoroughly wet, he pulled out and pressed against her asshole. Valerie strained to open up as much as she could, and Charles pressed in, penetrating her ass with slow, methodical, unrelenting pressure.

The days of anal sex being inherently painful for Valerie were long in the past. Her moans took on the aspect of pleasure, as the filling sensation in her rear warred with the pain of her welts to drive her deeply into submissive arousal. Val pressed back, trying to assist in her anal taking. Charles moaned himself, feeling the pressure on his cock from her efforts. Soon, he was fully in her and he started actually fucking her. As he had promised, this was for him, and he thrust in and out with as much speed and force as he could muster. The friction sent waves of pleasure through his cock to rocket through his entire body. As his pleasure grew, his speed increased as he tried to reach his climax. With a growl, he slammed into her one last time and emptied his semen into her ass.

When he finished cumming, he walked around to her head and presented his cock to be cleaned. Valerie took it eagerly into her mouth and sucked off all the fluids covering it. Her hands writhed, wanting to pull him closer and hold him deep in her mouth. She could feel rivulets of fluid, both her pussy juices and his cum, dribbling down her legs. Her ministrations were arousing his cock anew; something that sparked her moans again. When he pulled out, she gasped, "Thank you, Master."

Charles pulled her hair away from her face and used it to pull her head up to look at him. I'm not through with you, slut," he growled. "I intend to drive you wild with lust tonight, but you're not to cum, is that clear?"

Valerie whimpered at the prospect of her already pained body suffering the agony of unmet need. "Yes, Master," she whispered. Her mind, responding to the further control Charles was exercising, cranked her own arousal even higher. "Please, Master," she pleaded.

"Please what, Valerie?" he asked as he leaned close, his nose nearly touching hers.

"I…I don't know, Master. I want to please you. I want to cum. Please, master, use me; use me up tonight." Tears flowed freely as Valerie asked Charles to essentially torture her with lust, arousal and need. Her hips shifted back and forth as her body unconsciously tried to entice someone to touch it.

Charles let her head go and walked back around the stocks. His hands touched her back and she gasped with desire and a little pain. Val's back arched up, seeking out the caresses it needed so badly. It availed her nothing, as Charles adjusted his touching to account for her movements. Playing with the body he knew so well, Charles drove Valerie into a lustful frenzy, teasing her with light caresses to every part of her body except her head and hands. Fingers brushed her breasts, engorging the nipples into painful nubs that sent jolts of sensation through her at the slightest touch. Her sides and belly were stroked with caresses so light as to almost be tickling. Every time he touched her pussy, she froze with terror at the thought of being made to disobey and cum.

Charles kept up his sensuous assault on Valerie for an hour, reducing her to a sobbing wreck whose body couldn't hold still; so intent on seeking out that one touch that would be enough to send it over the edge. Valerie's hair was a soaking tangle poured out over her head, sheathing it in anonymity. Sweat covered every inch of her writhing skin, except where her pussy fluids had run on her legs. Her erect, rock hard, nipples ached from the strain of being so erect, and so sensitive for so long. Her pussy was open and protruding, ready for the penetration Valerie believed it wouldn't be receiving tonight.

Charles was in desperate need as well. His cock, responding to his torture of Valerie had been hard and engorged for the entire time. He knew it would take very little for him to cum again. "Remember, slut, you're not to cum," he ordered. Then he slowly entered her pussy, gasping at the sensation as Valerie's cunt squeezed for all she was worth.

Valerie's head shot up as she groaned, "Oh God, please." Her pussy trembled, straining to cum against Val's own wishes. Her fists balled up and she tensed her body, trying to fight the insipient orgasm down. Fortunately for her, Charles needed only three strokes to explode, filling her cunt with his cum. She could feel his cum boiling into her as he thrust against her so hard as to lift her hips to the limits of her bindings.

When he pulled out, Val relaxed a bit; as much as she could given the intense arousal she was still feeling. The emptiness of her pussy was almost painful and the dribbles of cum sliding down her legs tickled. When she felt his hand against her cheek, she leaned into his touch, using it to settle her mind and spirit some. "Thank you, Master," she whispered. He just continued to stroke her face for several minutes, giving her body a chance to come down from its high.

He released Valerie from the stocks and helped her to the recovery room. After making sure there were no open wounds in need of immediate treatment, he finished stripping and joined Val in the Jacuzzi where the warm waters and massaging jets soothed the aches ravaging Valerie's body. Charles wasn't surprised when the warmth, coupled with the exertions he'd drawn from her, lulled Val to sleep. Shortly after she was sleeping, Charles carried her out to the elevator and took her to his room. He woke her briefly to dry her off, then joined her in bed for the night.

Valerie woke to an alarm other than hers, stretched her legs and groaned in pain. She looked over and saw Charles rousing as well.

"Morning, Master. Thank you for last night."

Charles through the covers off and sat up, causing Val to arouse a bit at the sight of his body. "It was my pleasure, slave. Roll over, I want to look at your welts."

Valerie did as he asked. Charles looked over the red and purple colorations on her back and ass, searching for any signs of wounds opening overnight. Finding none, he said, "Get up, Valerie. You're to attend me in the shower this morning."

Valerie smiled, answering, "Yes, Master, it will be my pleasure."

After both had used the toilet, they showered, with Valerie washing Charles' body from head to toe. Once she had finished, he pushed her to her knees again, water cascading over her, and pulled her to his now hard cock. Valerie moaned with pleasure as she took him into her mouth and lavished worship on him. She grabbed his hips and pulled him deep into her mouth while her tongue swirled around the rigid phallus. When she felt him tensing, she pulled even tighter, forcing him into her throat where she swallowed against the head. Charles, already on the verge of cumming, groaned at the intense sensations and released himself straight into her throat.

"Wash yourself, slave, and make it erotic," Charles ordered, standing back and let her have the spray.

Valerie stood under the water and let it pour over her body while she took the soap and ran it through the falling liquid with slow, sensual strokes. Her body undulated, seemingly in response to the caresses of the soap. After several minutes, she adjusted the shower head to turn it away from her. This time, she used the soap to lather herself. Like before, her motions were slow and seductive. When she reached her chest, she took extra time working up the suds, pressing her breasts up and towards Charles. She pinched her nipples through the soapy film covering them.

At her pussy, she leaned against the stall wall and spread her legs as far as she could, running the soap over her cunt like a dildo, forcing herself to even more arousal than she'd already reached. She kept it up until she was near her orgasm before she stopped, panting. Her body showed the flush of intense lust through the covering of suds. Turning around, she soaped her ass while it was thrust invitingly at her Master, legs spread wide to make sure he could see both asshole and cunt. She slapped her ass several times, groaning in pain as she did, before using two fingers to force some soap suds into her asshole, finger fucking it for several more minutes.

In spite of cumming three times since last night, Charles' cock was hardening again at the slutty display his slave was giving him. He slowly stroked himself as she lathered her hair with shampoo. Once her body was totally covered in soap suds, she reset the spray and stood under it, letting the water create several streams of soap along her body as it rinsed her off. Her hands returned to her pussy and ass while she bent over again, letting him see her double finger fuck herself to clean the soap out from her holes.

Soon, she was near orgasm again, panting hard under the spray of water. "Master," she begged, "may I cum?"

"No, Valerie, but keep fucking yourself. Don't stop until I tell you to."

Val groaned as she obeyed, thrusting her fingers in and out, driving herself closer to the forbidden climax. She was soon trembling from the strain of fighting off her climax, whispering pleas to Charles, begging to be able to stop or cum. Her writhing form and helpless pleas threw Charles into a frenzy and he grabbed her hands, holding them behind her back with one hand while the other grabbed her waist and held her up as he thrust his cock into her cunt from behind. It only took a minute before he was spurting cum into her pussy, spurred on as he was by her sobbing efforts to obey the practically impossible order. So shortly after his last orgasm, there wasn't much semen, but that didn't detract from his pleasure.

Releasing her hands, he ordered, "Turn around and clean me off, slut."

Val turned and knelt, water pouring over her. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked the fluids off, panting in need as she did. When she finished, she looked up, begging with her eyes.

"Not until you get home, Valerie. Then you can have your slave give you your climax." He turned the water off and knelt in front of her. "You've pleased me very much, my slave. We need to dry off and get ready for our respective jobs. Remember, you have service this weekend."

"Yes, Master."

With the time they'd used playing in the shower, both had to rush through finishing their preparations for work. Val was moving a little slower than usual due to the lingering aches in her ass and back. Her drive to work (after a sumptuous breakfast prepared by Charles' chef) was particularly difficult, as she couldn't find a position in her seat that was comfortable. Several co-workers gave her knowing looks upon seeing her wince occasionally during the day. Other than that, work went as normal as a day at Delgrasi ever did. June confirmed that Nelly Ophemhiemer would be in to see her about the new advertising on Friday afternoon.

As Valerie drove home, she started anticipating a glorious end to her denial torture. Not only had Charles denied her all night and throughout today, but she hadn't had had any sex since her submission the previous weekend. Inside, she found Susan sitting on the couch, watching a game show on TV. Sally was sitting on the floor and rose to greet Valerie when she entered.

"Mistress, how was your night?" she asked.

"Very hard, slave. Master beat me well, and tortured me with denial. You're going to satisfy me tonight, Sally."

"I'd love to, Mistress. Dinner should be ready in half an hour."

"Good, set the table for two, and put your cushion next to my seat."

"Yes, Mistress."

Valerie turned to Susan. "Susan, how are you doing?" she asked with concern.

"As well as can be expected, I guess. I feel so alone and listless. I don't feel like doing anything. We only got my things from the house because Sally was so insistent. Does it get any easier?" she asked, tears starting to flow again.

Val sat next to her and held her close, ignoring the twinge of pain from her ass. "It does, dear, it does. It takes time, though. What you're feeling is normal; it's what I felt after Mike. I still feel like that every once in a while, though thankfully not very often any more."

"I feel guilty too."

"What about, Susan?"

"I want…I feel like…It's like I'm adrift, and I need something. I want to be commanded, owned; but when I do, I feel like I'm betraying him and his memory. I don't know what to do," she sobbed.

Valerie didn't say anything, knowing Susan wasn't asking for help in understanding what was going on; but was just trying to express herself, as much for herself as for anyone else. Even if Valerie had wanted to offer a solution, she had no idea what she could have said. She knew Susan was a natural enough slave that she thrived best under the total control of someone else. Such a person could exist outside of a Master/slave relationship; but she'd never thrive outside of one. Right now, though, she wasn't able to bear the thought of being someone else's slave. Her love for Calvin and his ownership was just too strong and fresh.

By the time Sally announced that dinner was ready, Susan had stopped her latest crying bout and the two were simply holding each other. The trio ate, with Valerie feeding Sally, their meal with relish. Over the years, Sally had grown into an excellent cook; with today's offering of spiced, oven baked pork chops, baked potatoes and a California blend of veggies being no exception.

After dinner was finished, Valerie stood and looked at Sally. "Leave the dishes for later, my little slave. Your Mistress wants your service tonight."

"Of course, Mistress. What's your desire?" she asked in a sultry voice, a sensuous smile crossing her lips.

Valerie lifted Sally to her feet, draping her arms across her naked slave's shoulders. Pressing her forehead to Sally's, she answered, "Your worship, slave. I want your worship of my body and enough orgasms to drive me unconscious. I want to be fingered, caressed, tongued, fucked and anything else you can dream of tonight. If you don't please me well enough, I'll punish you severely this weekend."

"Yes, Mistress. Let me please you, Mistress," Sally begged. She took Val's hands in hers and led Val away towards the bedroom. Susan looked on with bittersweet memories of pleasing her Master in similar ways. Once they were out of sight, Susan cleared the table and did the dishes, trying to thank them in some small way for the kindness and understanding they'd given her this week.

In the bedroom, Sally clasped Valerie to her, kissing her deeply while her hands roamed over Valerie's clothed Body. Val responded, embracing her slave and lover tightly. Sally slowly pulled down the zipper on the dress Val hard put on at Charles' mansion. Valerie moaned in anticipation of her partner's attentions. Her dress fell of her body, revealing the naked form it covered. Charles' insistence on Valerie not wearing bra or panties left Sally with nothing more to remove (Val had lost her shoes on the way into the bedroom). Sally moved down Val's body, kissing and licking at each inch of skin, worshipping Val with her mouth.

Sally loved the smell and taste of her lover's flesh after she'd been at work all day. The faint scent of her sweat and subdued arousal (from the images Valerie would see on a daily basis) were intoxicating for her. Slowly, with deliberate attention to every square inch of Val, Sally sucked and licked with gentle applications of her mouth. As Sally worked her way across Val's body (ignoring breasts and pussy at first), Val started panting with arousal; her skin flushing all over. Sally paid special attention to the welts on Val's ass and back, letting her teeth lightly graze along their lengths, causing Valerie to gasp at the tickling painful sensations reminding her of her time with her Master.

"Oh, God yes," Val groaned as Sally reached her breasts. Valerie pulled Sally tight, encouraging her lover to lavish her attention on those sensitive globes. Sally nibbled and sucked, licking at her Mistress and driving her lust to higher levels. Only when her pussy was so primed for its own attention did Valerie push sally lower, encouraging her to visit the center of Valerie's need. Sally found the naked pussy dripping musky fluid. Dipping her tongue in, Sally tasted the flavor she loved. Val screamed with pleasure as her sensitive folds were caressed by the skilled tongue of her slave. Val fell back onto the bed, dragging Sally with her. Valerie's hands clutched at the bedding as the tongue lapping at her cunt sent waves of ecstasy through her, propelling her to her first orgasm of the night. Sally licked at sucked at Val's clit, prolonging the climax for over a minute before she released it and gently lapped at the edges of Valerie's sex, easing her down from the orgasm.




Death of a Master Ch. 05



"More, I need more," Val groaned.

"I'm going to fuck you, Mistress. I'm going to fuck your cunt and your ass."

"Yes! Oh, God yes," Val whispered, her head rising to display a face lost in pure lust and need.

Sally pulled a toy bag from beneath the bed and pulled out the strap on and some restraints. Val didn't resist as Sally rolled her over and tied her legs apart to the posts of the bed. Then sally stretched Valerie's arms out and restrained them to the far posts with rope, leaving Val bent over the bed at her waist, unable to close her legs of move her arms. With practiced ease, Sally donned her strap on and began to rub the plastic cock along the outside of Valerie's pussy. Val moaned and tried to thrust her pussy back against the cock, but Sally merely pulled back to prevent the penetration.

Sally knew Valerie loved to be teased and tormented with her own arousal, and strove to give her lover all she desired. She kept the teasing up for nearly twenty minutes before she shifted and plunged the dildo into Valerie's cunt. Val screamed in pleasure at the penetration and started to thrust her hips back as much as she was able, fucking Sally back. Sally reached under Val's hips to help her thrust harder and fingered Valerie's clit as she did. Val's muscles tensed and she pulled against her restraints as she soared to those wondrous heights again.

Still, sally kept the teasing going, slowing and stopping her thrusts when she sensed Valerie closing in on her next orgasm. Again and again, Val was almost there, only to have Sally pull back from her exertions and let Valerie simmer down a bit. The teasing went on until Val was crying in need. At that point, sally doubled her speed and pinched Val's clit between her fingers. Valerie exploded, screaming her orgasm for anyone in the house to hear. Sally kept fucking away until Val dropped her head in exhaustion.

Sally pulled out and crawled up next to Valerie, embracing the bound woman and kissing the head that turned towards her. One hand slipped beneath Valerie and massaged the breasts being held flat against the bed. Val moaned at the gentle touches, hoping that Sally wasn't finished (at times like this, Valerie sometimes forgot to give orders). Val could feel the wet plastic cock against her side as Sally puller herself closer to her lover. She moaned with desire and wiggled against it.

"More, Mistress?"

"Oh yes, more, slave."

"May I cum, Mistress?"

"When I do again, yes."

Sally slipped back behind Val and brought her head to Valerie's ass, pulling the cheeks apart to reveal the remaining opening to take. Without hesitation, she brought her tongue to bear on that hole, poking and prodding Valerie's ass. As she tried to tongue fuck Valerie, Sally let copious quantities of saliva flow to lubricate Val's ass for the penetration that was coming. Additionally, Sally brought fingers of pussy juice as well and coated the cock with it.

There was no teasing this time. Sally brought the dildo to up against Valerie's ass and pressed firmly, yet slowly in. When the head of the cock made it past the outer ring, Val grunted and moaned while Sally forced the cock even deeper, encountering less resistance. Once she was all the way in, Sally started to pump again, this time with a rotating motion as well, stimulating both Valerie and Sally's clit. Sally's hands slipped beneath again to find Valerie's clit. The near painful touch to her now overly sensitive pleasure center caused Val to gasp and writhe as her body tried to both escape the touch there, and to seek out even more. Mercilessly (or was it mercifully) Sally didn't let Val escape her attentions and pressed against the clit with every thrust as she pulled back on Valerie to increase the force of the ass fucking Sally was giving her.

Soon, Valerie was in the throes of her third climax and Sally brought one hand to her own clit to maximize her own sensations. Sally joined her Mistress in orgasm, falling across her back as she shuddered in pleasure. Both lay there, spent from their pleasure for several minutes before Sally arose and released Valerie from the restraints. It took very little time for the two to fall asleep after that.

Valerie's Friday had no surprises in it. She and Nelly spent two hours designing the changes to the existing line of products to establish their new product identity. Valerie found that she was able to work easily with Sylvia's ad person and they had rough ads ready by the end of their meeting. Both were sure that the final ads would be ready for the next publication date.

That night, Valerie drove to Charles' mansion again, this time to spend the weekend in service to the house. Ever since Charles had realized that most of his staff had problems being around his play with his submissives, he'd adopted the policy f having the submissives themselves perform the household duties on the weekends while he was playing with others. As is true for most of these weekends, Valerie was put to no use beyond those of a maid, cook and housecleaner. While very different than the submission she'd started under Charles with, it was, to Valerie's initial surprise, a satisfying submission time.

Sally kept Susan company, holding her during the crying times and being good company when Susan wasn't as needy. While Sally would have liked to share sexual attentions with the visiting slave, she knew Susan wasn't ready for even light sexual play, let alone a sexual or romantic relationship. Sally had had friends in the past who'd lost loved ones and knew she had to take things slow, as well as being patient with Susan. Only time would heal the wounds in Susan's heart.

One more person enjoyed the weekend, but if Valerie or Sally had known how he did, they would have been appalled. The stalker entertained himself on the video his machines had made of their Thursday night lovemaking. As he masturbated to the sights and sounds of the recorded lesbian sex, he knew he'd soon have these bitches for his very own. Soon, they would both call him Master, and the humiliation they'd inflicted on him would be revenged.

My thanks to Sugaro over at The Masque for her wonderful editing work. This was a hard chapter to write, as I don't deal with death very well, personally. Let me know what you think, as I love to hear from my readers.



Death of a Master Ch. 06



Chapter Six

Survival of the Wounded Heart

Valerie woke, her groggy mind surprised at not hearing the dreaded beeping of her alarm. Gradually, she became aware of the moving, whispering form next to her in bed. Susan was crying softly in her sleep, her body thrashing gently in the throes of what could only be described as a nightmare.

"Master, please don't leave me. Calvin, I can't do it alone," the woman cried.

Val looked over and saw Sally had woken as well. Susan was sleeping between them, unable to handle sleeping alone; certainly not in a separate room. Sally took Susan in her arms, holding her tight as the nightmare played out. The dreams had started that weekend, while Valerie had been at Charles' house. Susan jerked suddenly, waking from the terrors in her mind.

"He's left me. He's left me alone," she cried, her tears dampening Sally's shoulder.

"He didn't want to," Sally whispered in return. "He was taken from you."

"But it still hurts so much," Susan said.

"I know, love, I know," Valerie added, her own arms reaching to enclose the hurting lady between them. "It felt the same way when Mike was taken from me."

"In my dreams, he...he left me, cast me out because I wasn't good enough. I wasn't slave enough for him any more."

"You know that's not true," Sally replied. "You're the most committed slave I've ever known. There's nothing you wouldn't do or endure for him, was there?"

"No, I don't think so. There were times he would beat me until I passed out from the pain. I just needed to be his, to be so totally his. Before I met Master, my life was a wreck. Did you know I'd gone through ten roommates in the four years before I met him?" Sally shook her head, not wanting to interrupt the vital remembrances Susan was experiencing. "I'd fight with them, push them around and make them miserable. Yet, even though I'd get my way, I was miserable myself. The only times I'd be at peace was when I found a play partner. It was harder then; Mephisto's didn't exist back then."

Valerie started to say something, but Sally forestalled it with a motion from her hand.

"Calvin was the first Dom I'd met with who allowed me to not have a safe word. He was the first to give me more pain than I would have asked for. He had me begging for him to stop, and he didn't. I'd made him promise to do what he wanted to do, and to ignore any pleas on my part. Afterwards, I knew I could never go back to the safe and sane play that others would give me. I asked to be his slave that first night."

Susan paused, seemingly not sure if she should go on; not sure if she could go on. Sally, who knew the story already, prodded her. "He didn't did he?"

"No, he wouldn't take me then. He wanted me to understand what I was getting into. We played as often as my body could handle the damage. I'd be his slave from when I walked in until he told me to leave. The longer we went, the more it seemed he just fit me; like a well worn glove. I just knew that I had to be his; not just his slave, but his property, his thing to own and do with as he pleased. It was months, almost a year, when I told him I needed more than the occasional weekend play date. I wanted to know what it would be like long term."

"What did he say?"

"He said that would only work if I didn't know how long the trial would last. So I told him to pick a time, and I would commit for it. I still don't know how long he picked. I've been...was his ever since."

"Until you wanted to quit," Val said in a soft voice. "He told me a couple of years ago that he would keep you until you quit. I don't think he actually believed you would quit, though, not by then."

"No, I would never quit him. I did leave once, while he was at work. I hadn't been out of the house for an hour before I felt so miserable that I had to come back. He was the center of my life." Susan choked up, her thoughts turning towards a dark future. "I don't know if I can go on without him," she cried.

"You can, Susan, I know you can," Sally answered. "It's what makes us human, that we can, and do, go on after loss. It's not always quick. Sometimes it takes a long time to recover from the death of a loved one. But, you'll laugh at a joke one day, and then feel a little guilty that you enjoyed something without him. Once it happens once though, other times will come, more and more often. Soon, the painful times will be the minority. Through it all, you'll realize that you have to go on, for him, not in spite of him."

"I can't see that far. I can barely see tomorrow."

"Which is farther than you could see last week."

Valerie was interrupted by the beeping of her alarm, as it let her know that another week of work had started. She rolled her nude body off the side of the bed, standing free of the covers. She turned back towards the two women left in the bed. "Susan, you're welcome here for as long as you want to stay. If you need anything, just ask. I'm afraid I have to get ready for work. Sally, breakfast, if you will?"

"Of course, Mistress. How many places at the table?"

"Two, plus one for Susan if she's up to it."

Valerie padded her way to the shower and it's extra large capacity dedicated hot water tank. With Sally fixing her breakfast, Val was able to lounge in the hot water, letting it massage her body. Her pussy and breasts ached for a lover's touch, something the weekend hadn't included. As she dried off and fixed her makeup, Val decided that she needed to play with her slave. Both had gone the weekend without any play, let alone sex.

Once she'd dressed, Valerie grabbed a couple of small toys from their bedroom toy box and joined the other two women in the dining room. Sally, not having been told what to wear, was still naked, save for an apron to protect her from the splattering of bacon grease. Susan had put on an oversized t-shirt and a skirt. Susan sat at the table while Sally put the last of breakfast in the center. When Sally turned back to the table from hanging up her apron, she found Valerie toe to toe with her.

Valerie brought her hands up to grab Sally's breasts, forcing her slave and lover against the wall. Their eyes met, each revealing a hunger for what the other had to offer, be it submission or domination. Val's fingers pinched Sally's nipples, eliciting a gasp and moan from the slave. Val leaned in, lips almost brushing Sally's, as she increased the pressure, seemingly intending to squash the tender nubs flat. Sally gasped, her hands clasping her thighs to keep from coming up protectively. The lovers' eyes never left each other, as they reveled in the brief play time they allowed themselves.

Valerie released Sally's nipples only to press her arm against her lover's neck, holding her in place. Sally could see a hint of a toy in that hand while the other went to her cunt, which had lubricated itself in the short time she'd been in pain. She felt Val's fingers pressing something round into her cunt; two round things. Valerie pressed them in as deep as her fingers could reach. Sally recognized the feel and shape of the ben wa balls that now resided inside her. The subtle feelings of the balls moving in her as she went about her day would keep her aroused without providing enough sensation to send her over the top.

Valerie used her now empty hand to grab the back of Sally's neck, forcing her to the table. "Have you been to the toilet slave?"

"Yes, Mistress. I used the upstairs bathroom."

"Good, because you're going to be wearing this all day," Val replied, holding the butt plug for Sally to see. Sally licked her lips at the sight. While not the largest they owned, the one Val had chosen was insidious because it wasn't totally smooth. It was lined with small concave dimples that, while not very big, would over time, make their presence known on Sally's rectal muscles.

Val pushed Sally over the edge of the table and kicked her legs apart. Sally found herself staring into Susan's eyes as the former slave stared at the couple with a mixture of embarrassment and longing. Susan's eyes brimmed with tears as memories rose, unbidden, of her former Master and his pleasure in using her.

As Val pressed the plug into Sally's pussy, Sally realized that her own juices were to be the only lube she would get. At Val's order, Sally reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, clearing the way for the plug. Val placed the plug against Sally's sphincter and gave one shove, forcing the toy all the way in. Sally cried out at the rough treatment, her ass aching at the passage of the studded intruder. With a hard slap on her butt, Val released her slave to stand while she took her own seat at the table.

"Susan, are you okay?" Valerie asked, noting the unshed tears in her eyes.

Susan sniffed, nodding her head. "Yeah, I was just remembering...Master." She didn't mention her burst of desire for being used by a strong dominant. It still felt too much like betrayal of the man she loved.

"If you ever feel the need to play, just ask. You don't have to be a slave to play."

"I...I will. Thank you," she replied, a small smile gracing her face for the first time in a week.

Val turned to Sally. "As for you, my little slave, those are to stay in until I take them out and you're not to cum without permission."

"Yes, Mistress," came Sally's breathless answer. Valerie picked up on her needs so well these days. She shifted a little as the plug tried to settle in. As she squirmed, the ben wa balls shifted as well, pushing pleasantly against Sally's inner membranes. Her breath came in a rush as pleasure trickled through her body. Her juices were going to coat her inner thighs by the time Val returned home.

Valerie smiled as her own pussy became damp in anticipation of her slave's service later. "It's going to be a long day for both of us," Val thought to herself. Finishing her meal, Valerie stood and embraced her sitting lover from behind. Val's hands caressed Sally's nipples, feeling them harden in response to the familiar touches. As Val pinched them, Susan, sitting to the side, licked her lips without realizing it. Susan's body, unused to going so long without Calvin using it for his pleasure in some way, stirred in an almost unnoticed arousal.

Sally leaned back in her chair, giving her body over to her Mistress' hands. She writhed in her chair as Valerie's skilled fingers brought Sally's nipples to an aching rigidity. Her squirming set the plug and balls embedded in her body to further stimulating her arousal. It wasn't long before Sally's cunt was soaked and her fragrance was competing with the smells of breakfast for domination. Sally started to pant as Val moved one hand down her torso, towards her pussy.

"No cumming, slave," came the whispered reminder as her lover's hand brushed Sally's pussy lips. Each loving touch induced a frantic moan from Sally as she fought to not give into her desire for release. Her entire body tensed to fight off the waves of pleasure threatening to burst forth from the center of her being.

When Val brushed Sally's clit, she cried out, "Please Mistress, I can't hold on."

Valerie pulled her hands away, leaving only her chin resting on her slave's shoulder. Tears flowed down Sally's cheek as she pushed the incipient orgasm down, denying herself the culmination of her pleasure. Watching in desirous fascination, Susan licked her lips unconsciously, recalling similar struggles her Master had put her through. She wouldn't realize until later that she, for the first time, recalled Calvin without the flare of pain she'd come to expect.

"I want you to drive yourself to the brink at least twice while I'm at work. When you do, you must stimulate your cunt and clit for at least 15 minutes without stopping. If you cum, I'll punish you tonight. I want each session recorded on the computer for Master to view at his leisure."

"Yes, Mistress. Mistress, I don't know if I'll be able to hold out. I might fail you."

"No, slave, you won't fail me. If you cum, I'll enjoy punishing you mercilessly. If you don't cum, I'll enjoy fucking you to half a dozen orgasms or more. It's a win-win for me. Your only choice is what you get out of tonight."

"I understand."

"Good. Now clean my hand."

Sally spent a few minutes, sensuously licking her own juices from Val's hand, savoring the taste she hoped her Mistress would be enjoying herself tonight. Valerie wiped her hand dry against Sally's belly and headed out to work, leaving Sally and Susan by themselves.

At the office, June had everything ready, as she normally did. "Ms. Burbon, how is Susan doing?"

"As well as can be expected, I guess. I think she forgot her loss for a few seconds at breakfast."

"It's never easy. Here's your appointment schedule. The proofs are back on the new ads for Sylvia's Switch. I left them on your desk."

In spite of the ever present nature of computers and digital photography, at some point in time, any pictures would be viewed in the medium an ad was to appear in. It was always best that time was before the reader saw them and any glaring errors or problems that were included. Valerie spent the next half hour looking over the ad photos, making sure their appearance on magazine gloss didn't hold any surprises. She knew, from the slip included, that Nelly had an identical set that she would be looking over today, if she hadn't already done so. Val made some notes about minor changes needed to accommodate the pages of the magazines the ads were scheduled to appear in.

June's voice over the intercom interrupted her. "Ms. Burbon, Mary Carstares is on line two. She sounds upset."

"Thanks, June." Val picked up her phone. "Mary, what can I do for you?"

"Ms. Burbon, they want me to take over!" Mary's voice was rushed and high pitched, indicating a high level of distress.

"Slow down, Mary. Who wants you to take over what?"

"Upper management. They want me to take over Calvin's job; to edit Pony's Paddock."

"Congratulations," Val offered without thinking.

"No! I can't do his job. I'm a secretary, for God's sake. What do I know about publishing?"

"Mary, slow down. Calm down. Of course you can do this. You've been Calvin's right hand man for two years. Honestly, I think you know as much about the magazine as he did, if not more. No one knows more about every publication here than you do, Mary. George wouldn't have put you in charge if he didn't think you could handle it," Val assured Mary, referring to George Falstaff, Delgrasi's general manager.

"But...why me? I mean, there must be plenty of people who are better editors than I am."

"Perhaps, though I wouldn't want to bet on that. But what you have that they don't, is an understanding of the readers of Pony's Paddock. Mary, for someone who's as unkinky as you are, you have an amazing curiosity about all things kink. Add your phenomenal memory and ability to accept another's differences as just that, and I can't think of a better replacement for Calvin, myself. You know the magazine and have the skills to step in and take the reigns."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Even if I make some changes?"

"Especially if you make some changes. Mary, no one expects you to blindly keep the same course as Calvin. You're an individual with your own views as to what should be done. Did they say you were to be an interim editor?"

"No, just that I was to take over for him."

"I thought so. You can do this, Mary, in fact, I suspect the hardest job you'll have to do in the next few weeks or months, is to replace yourself. Remember, you were what, the thirteenth potential secretary I'd interviewed two years ago; and Calvin never did manage to find his own. I sent you his way."

"Oh my God. I hadn't thought of that. Any suggestions?"

"If you know of anyone as open as yourself, snap them up. It's easier to find an open-minded person and make them a good secretary than to find a good secretary and make them open-minded."

"Hmmm," came Mary's voice, her attention seemingly on something else, suddenly. "I think I know who I might be able to get. I'm sorry, Ms. Burbon, I have to go. Thank you."

"Not at all, Mary. Oh, and since you're on the editorial staff, make it Valerie or Val. Be sure to let me know if you need anything else."

Valerie hung up the phone and returned to her work, putting her mind back on the upcoming appointments. Her first one, due to start in 15 minutes, was with one of their regular advertisers. Restrained Passions was a company that sold all manner of sex toys, with an emphasis on, not surprisingly, restraints and sensation play toys. They carried regular ads in several publications, including Mastering Magazine, The Sensible Submissive, Bondage Monthly and The Pony's Paddock. According to June's note, Mr. Harris, Val's regular contact with the company, wanted to consult about a new product they were introducing.

Given the company's penchant for taking security to extremes, Valerie wasn't surprised to find no indication of just what the new product was. She called up their existing ads and product line to remind herself just what they were currently pushing. Their existing inventory was immense, with numerous models of every device Valerie could conceive of; many of which were quite specialized in nature. In fact, specialty items seemed to be the major thrust of their product lines.

Valerie's studies did little beyond setting her mind on their products in general. Before she knew it, there was a knock and June peeked in, announcing, "Ms. Burbon, Mr. Harris is here."

"Thanks, June. Show him in, please," she answered, rising to meet the older gentleman. Val shook hands with him, eyeing the canvas bag he was carrying. "Welcome, Mr. Harris. It's good to see you again."

"Thank you, Ms. Burbon. It's good to see you again." As they sat in their respective chairs, he continued, "We have something quite different from our usual products and are hoping you have some ideas on how to best advertise it."

"Sounds interesting. I was just going over your ads with us, and wondering just what new toys you might have developed. Your existing product lines are quite extensive."

"Actually, in a way, the new product is something we already carry; or should I say several somethings. First, some background. As you're no doubt aware, the current economic slump has put a crimp in the bottom line of pretty much everyone in the adult toy industry. When someone isn't sure they'll be able to pay their bills in three months, spending extra on sex toys seems like too much of an extravagance. When the customer is willing to spend, he or she wants something of value. Specialty items are far less likely to attract their dollar."

"I've experienced that myself," Val commented with a nod.

"Exactly," he continued. "Especially hard hit are the sales of bondage frames. A lot less people are willing to spend from $500 to $1000 for a single frame. That's what this is designed to address," he said as he lifted the bag he'd brought with him. It was about as long as, and maybe half again as thick as one of those collapsible camp chairs that were increasingly popular as lawn furniture.

Valerie rose and came around her desk so she could examine the case in more detail. Harris handed her the bag, offering to let her feel how heavy it was. "I've felt heavier toy bags," Val commented. "How does this address your flagging sales of frames?"

"This is a bandage frame, or rather, several bondage frames in one." Taking the bag back, he turned to a clear section of floor and opened the bag, letting the contents splay out of the bag. The metallic clanking was a bit loud as numerous lengths of metal tubing slid out onto the floor. The last object was a smaller, leather bag, which landed with a significant thud, indicating quite a bit of weight for it's smaller size. Val also noted the crimped ends of many of the poles, much like the poles for a tent.




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"We're still working on a name, but I've been calling it the Multi-frame. With this set, you can put together any of the four most popular bondage frames. We've used a titanium alloy for strength. While aluminum would have been even lighter, we wanted to eliminate the chance of failure in the frame pieces." He opened the leather bag as he continued, "These are the connectors." An assortment of jointing pieces appeared on the floor, including three way elbow bends, cross joints and extender joints. "These black poles are the base for any of the constructions."

Mr. Harris quickly snapped the four black poles into four of the elbow joints, creating a three foot square with vertical slots for other poles. "If you don't need four uprights, you can replace any of the three way joints with two ways. From here, one can erect, for example, a box frame by simply building four vertical extensions and capping them with a pair of cross bars." As he spoke, Harris did just that, creating a box frame a little over six feet tall in a matter of minutes.

Once it was complete, Valerie walked around and through it, occasionally extending her arms an legs into imaginary bondage. The possibilities assaulted her immediately. She knew several people in the lifestyle who were never able to use bondage frames simply because they lived in rental properties and were unable to install them or modify their home with solid anchoring points. A sturdy frame that could be put up and taken down quickly would be a godsend for such people.

"I noticed," she asked, pointing to the three way joints at the base, "that the upright jointings seems to be swiveled."

"Yes, let me show you." He began to partially disassemble the box frame as he talked. "You would want to be careful about unbalancing the frame. The major disadvantage of the relatively low weight is that most submissives will weight more than the frame. Build an X on one side and down she'll come. But, by swiveling these like so," he released a push peg catch and the upright joint swiveled 45 degrees in two directions. "Now we can add cross beams joined by this cross joint and we have a St. Andrew's Cross. Go ahead and lean on the cross, it'll hold you just fine."

Valerie did so, carefully putting her weight on it just as it would be in her basement. She even bounced on it a few times to simulate the effect of being whipped and struggling. There was no sensation of tipping in any direction. "What about attachment points," she asked, noting that the poles had no place to secure ties of any kind.

"That's what these are for," he answered, showing her a handful of clamp like devices. He demonstrated clamping on a pole by closing the device and setting a bolt and wing nut assembly between the two ends as he continued, "You attach them like so, tightening the wing nut until it doesn't slip. The integral eyebolt is molded as part of the clamp itself. Properly tightened, it won't slip under any conceivable human weight. We tested them up to 450 pounds, which is ridiculously strong; but better safe than in court later."

Val pulled experimentally on the clamp, finding it solidly locked into place. Stepping back, she commented, "That's impressive. Can see quite a market for it. I assume you'll be wanting a full barrage of ads in several publications?"

"Exactly, and we want to us your knowledge of your readers to target each ad as best as possible. Obviously, we'll want to take out spots in Mastering, The Sensible Submissive, and Bondage Monthly."

"Of course, but I'd also include, for maximum exposure, Road Bound and The Pony's Paddock."

"Why those two?"

"Road Bound has a significant readership of outdoors men and women. A bondage frame that could easily be taken on camping outings is sure to be a hit. Our advice column gets regular questions on how to safely bind people in the wilderness. Trust me, one bout of poison ivy in the nether regions is enough to swear one off of outdoor play for good. As for Pony's Paddock, there's sufficient crossover between the pony play and bondage communities to justify the ads. Setting up the frame as a portable stable or breeding paddock come to mind," Val added, recalling a seminar on breeding play at the pony fair a few weeks ago.

"Breeding paddock?" Mr. Harris asked, incredibulity filling his features.

"Yes, there's a sub-fetish of pony play that is very D/s and sexualized. The pony girl and boy involved are bred, in a manner of speaking, like real horses, with the mare restrained and the stallion brought in to mount her. I'm not all that familiar with the fetish, but our interim editor of Pony's Paddock could probably give you more details," Val offered, sure that Mary's ongoing desires to be as well informed as possible would have her well informed on the subject. "I suspect it's not that much different from a Master with multiple slaves ordering two or more of them to perform for his enjoyment."

"I see. I had no idea. I would need to talk with your editor to get some idea of how the frame could be used in pony play."

"Just a minute," Val said, reaching for her intercom. "Would you be available at all today?" she added, finger poised over the button.

"Yes, though it would have to be after two this afternoon."

Pressing the intercom, Val asked, "June, would you see if Mary has an opening this afternoon, after two, to see Mr. Harris?"

"Of course, Ms. Burbon. I'll have the information by the time you're done."

"Thank you, June." Turning back to Harris, Val continued. "Let's leave that magazine for later, when you have a better idea of what the possibilities are. As for the others, I'd suggest an initial spread that shows the frame in a wide variety of arrangements. If we use Dutch's, we'll have the added advantage of word of mouth advance advertising, locally, at least. You might even consider gifting one of the frames to Dutch himself..."

The meeting continued, with the discussions turning to what dominants and submissives would be looking for in a frame, as well as the readers of Road Bound. At the end of the hour, they'd blocked out a series of potential ads for the four magazines and the photos needed for them. Mr. Harris had also agreed to let Valerie have his demonstration set sent to Dutch's in advance so that the local photography professional would be well versed in it's use by the time the shots were needed.

As Val walked him out to the lobby, June looked up, saying, "Mr. Harris, Mary Carstares will be able to see you at three today, if that works for you."

"Yes, that will be fine. I'm sorry to rush off, but I have another appointment. I'll have the kit back to you this afternoon, Ms. Burbon."

"That will be fine. I'll be able to drop it of with Dutch on my way home. A pleasure, as always, Mr. Harris."

They shook hands and the man left. Once he was gone, June added, "Ms. Carstares asked if you would stop in for a few minutes, if you have time. She's sounding pretty tense."

"I'm not surprised. I assume I have some free time?"

"Yes, ma'am, 30 minutes until your next appointment; the monthly budget meeting."

"Okay, I'll go there from Mary's office."

Valerie made the familiar trip between hers and Calvin's, now Mary's, office and was surprised to find Mary sitting at her secretary's desk. Smiling disarmingly, Val commented, "Did they fire you so quickly, Mary?"

"Oh, no, Ms. Burbon, I'm just more comfortable..."

Valerie held her hand up. "Mary, you're not the secretary any more. You're the editor of The Pony's Paddock. You need to behave like you are. People coming to see you will be expecting to meet you in that office," she added, pointing at the door behind her desk, "not out here." Trying to mellow her voice, Valerie reassured Mary, "Mary, I understand that you're feeling out of sorts right now. Between Calvin's death and your being told to take over for him, I imagine you're wondering if you can do this."

"Ms. Burbon, it just seems so disloyal to just take over his office. He was a hard man to work for, with high expectations from everyone he dealt with." Val nodded in agreement, having subbed to Calvin on occasion and lent Sally to him on even more. What would he think of my just moving in like that?"

"He'd think that the person who knows more about his magazine than anyone else is covering for him, long term. He'd expect you to do at least as good a job as he did." Valerie sat on the edge of Mary's desk, trying to become more approachable to the worried former secretary. "Did he ever tell you about his past secretaries?" At Mary's shaking head, Val continued, "Before he ordered Susan to work as his secretary, he's gone through 13 in the previous seven months. He expected the same level of perfection from his secretaries as he did from his slave. He expected them to work the same hours he did. Before you walked into my office, the only person who could give him what he needed in an assistant was a slave. You were a godsend to him and this company."

"He always worked himself so hard; never taking care of himself. I'm sure if he'd been living alone, he'd have worked himself into an early..." Mary choked up at what she'd been about to say. "I think there were times when he only went home so he could torture Susan. She was so good for him."

"She was, wasn't she. You need to really take over now. It's what he'd expect from you." Taking Mary's hand, Val led her through the doors to her new office, grabbing Mary's picture frame with her three dogs and four cats in it. Sitting Mary down, Val placed the pictures on the desk. "This is your desk now; make it yours. Now, you asked to talk to me about something specific. What can I help you with?"

"How long...I mean, if there's something I think needs changed, how long should I..."

"...wait? As short as is needed for how important the change is. Just what were you thinking of?"

"I know you and he have disagreed as to the acceptability of pet product ads in Pony's Paddock. He always felt they would be an insult to the human animals and their owners that read the magazine. It wasn't my place to disagree with him, not as his assistant, but I did. I've had the chance to talk with many of them while they waited for appointments. There's a fair number of animal lovers among the human animals and owners."

"I didn't have any specifics on that myself, just an advertiser's gut feeling," Val interjected.

"Plus, while it isn't so true with ponies, there's an element of humiliation involved with some of the other animals. I think some of them feed their human pets animal food to make their animal, or pet, status more real and humiliating." True to her nature, Mary evidenced more curiosity than revulsion at the thought.

Valerie, on the other hand, shuddered at the invoked memory of the time Rachael had made her think she'd been eating real dog food (but had in fact fed her cold canned stew). "I'm not sure how pet food companies would react to such a suggestion," Val responded, once she'd regained control. "I wouldn't even begin to try to pitch such an idea until I had some firm numbers, not only of the interest, but of the lack of negative reaction if such uses were to be advertised, both for us and for the pet food company."

"I understand. The potential backlash could be intense. How should I get that data?"

"I'd suggest not using the magazine directly. Some focus groups, perhaps. It might be best to out source the job; keep Delgrasi insulated from the questions."

"I'll see what I can set up. Ms. Burbon, I..."

"Valerie put her hand up. "Mary, we're equals now. Call me Val, or Valerie. There's no need for Ms. Burbon at this point."

Mary looked uncomfortable at another reminder of her change in status. "Valerie, I'm grateful for you taking the time to talk with me. I feel over my head, trying to adjust not just to his death, but to this promotion."

"It's my pleasure, Mary. Unlike a lot of companies, Delgrasi seems more like a family, at times, than a business. I suspect it has something to do with what we do. You can't work here long and not come to love the lifestyles we represent and reach out to."

Valerie's day remained busy until it was time to close up and head home. Mr. Harris had dropped off the bondage frame, as promised, and Valerie took it with her as she left the building. Dutch's Photography was on her route home. June had already confirmed that he was working his usual late hours. The eccentric photographer was a godsend to a business like Delgrasi. He was a top notch visual artist who had no problem with any kink themed shoots (as far as Val had found). Valerie had originally discovered him through Marsha, one of Charles' original subs when Val had first met him. It didn't take long before Valerie had made Dutch's Delgrasi's primary photo studio.

Shouldering the bag, Val entered the ground floor door and climbed the stairs to his second floor offices. When his secretary, a platinum blond with blindingly white smile, waved Valerie back as soon as she cleared the stairs, Valerie knew Dutch had another erotic shoot in progress. A woman's groan was accompanied by the whirring of the winder on a camera. Valerie stood back as the balding man seemed to dance around his subject, clicking the camera as fast as it could wind to the next frame.

The subject of the shoot was a naked woman, her arms bound tightly behind her, laced together from wrist to elbow by a beautiful web of blue rope. Even at a distance, Valerie could see the indentations the ropes made on her flesh. Her legs were cuffed to rings in the floor, forcing them four feet apart. The bondage was completed by a rope that pulled her arms up towards the ceiling, forcing her to bend over at the waist. Sweat beaded on her body as it strained in the harsh strapedo position. Her long brunette tresses fell forward to partially obscure her face.

Off to one side was a man, dressed in very brief bikini briefs. His black skin shone with a liberal application of massage oil. His state of near nudity made it plain there was nothing small about him, as the image of his barely restrained cock was visible where he'd arranged it, pointing off to the side of the briefs. Large, muscular arms were crossed over his chest, seeming to rest on the six-pack abs below them.

Valerie could only smile as she watch Dutch's two favorite models enjoying themselves. Sylvia was only the second true pain slut Valerie had ever met. Like Val's oriental friend Surmi, Sylvia could, and did, cum from pure pain stimulation. Valerie knew that if she could see Sylvia's face, she'd see a simmering ecstatic expression, anticipating harsher pain with bated breath.

Roger was one of the best theatrical whip handler Val had ever met. Where most dominants or tops emphasized whipping to create the perfect sensations for their sub, Roger concentrated on creating the perfect visual effects when he whipped. When he slung a whip or flogger, it looked just like one expected a whipping to look like. Roger was very popular with movies that included whipping scenes, as well as with fetish photographers (Valerie often wondered how the movie, Valerie's Crisis would have been different if Roger, whom she hadn't known at the time, had been working on it as a consultant, instead of just Valerie and Sally).

"Sylvia, how are you doing?" the photographer asked.

The bound woman managed to squeeze a, "Good," out between breaths.

"Fantastic," he exclaimed, letting his camera swing from his neck as he moved closer and grabbed her hair. With deft hands, he pulled her hair up into a single mass, around which, he snapped a elastic band to hold it that way. A roll of tape appeared in his hands, seemingly out of nowhere. The tape was wrapped around the mass of hair and the rope pulling Sylvia's arms back. Dutch stepped back and raised his camera again. "You're on, Roger. Let's get this in one take, shall we?"

Roger nodded and took the two whips at his belt in each hand. With well practiced motions, he swung the whips, striking Sylvia with alternating strokes that left visible red streaks where they landed. Sylvia cried out, partly in pain, partly in ecstasy, as her body felt the strokes and experienced them as pleasurable, albeit harsh, lover's caresses. Roger's cock soon hardened to full rigidity, it's tip poking out from the top of his briefs. Dutch loved that effect and made sure to capture several shots showing the movement of the phallus from it's flaccid, sideways pose to an erectness that strained the meager clothing that attempted to restrain it.

Sylvia's first orgasm came with the first strike directly against her pussy. Dutch's camera caught the forming welt and one of the jets of fluid erupting from her cunt. Sylvia was a squirter, a fact that made her popular with the artistic fetish industry, able to visibly cum on camera. The whipping continued for another five minutes, before Dutch ordered another change and Roger dropped his briefs and took Sylvia from behind. Dutch was able to capture that instant when Roger's ten inch penis, veins visible along it's length, began its plunge into Sylvia's pussy. Each thrust into her cunt pushed her body forward while her arms remained where they were bound, pulling hard on her shoulders, sending more waves of pain through her body.

Roger, already primed by watching the earlier parts of the session and his own whipping of Sylvia, didn't need long before he was ready to climax. Pulling out, Roger jacked himself off while he moved to in front of Sylvia. The shoot ended with the obligatory cum shot, this time over Sylvia's face. After catching some final sots of Sylvia's tongue straining to reach the streams of semen covering her face, Dutch told Roger to take Sylvia down. As he turned towards Valerie, who he'd seen earlier, Roger undid the ropes and lowered Sylvia to the floor where he massaged her arms and shoulders.

"Valerie, is that the new piece of equipment?"

"Yes, this is it. Feel free to experiment with it. I'll have the blocks sent to you sometime tomorrow."

"Sounds great. I need to get set up for my next shoot. Take care of yourself."

A short time later, Valerie found herself walking up the steps to the house, her own pussy damp in anticipation of playing with her slave. Inside, she found Susan sitting on the couch, legs folded beneath her, watch TV. Vanna White was lighting up three Ns as one of the players on the game show added $1200 to their total, but failed to solve the puzzle.

"Evening, Susan."

"Hi, Mis...Valerie. Sally's in the kitchen."

"Thanks."

Val walked to the kitchen where the aroma of Italian sauce battled with that of horny slave for dominance. Sally was tasting her sauce, commenting to herself, "another half hour, at least."

"Good," Val commented, putting her arms around Sally and finding a cunt that was dripping juice. "Did we cum today, little slave?"

Sally nodded, her lower lip between her teeth. "I couldn't hold it off the first time mistress."

"I'll have to punish you, then. It starts with this," she added, her hand returning to Sally's pussy. Slowly, she stimulated the already excited slave, fingers deftly massaging the folds of pussy, pulling gently on the four pairs of rings piercing the folds, and tickling Sally's clit. Sally leaned back into her Mistress' embrace, accepting the torment coming her way. Her arousal rose fast, soon reaching the level where she was panting with desire, her hips thrusting against Val's hand. As Sally strained against an insipient orgasm, Valerie took her hand away, wiping the fluids over Sally's face.

Sally whimpered in sensuous agony, her arousal remaining high, but not sufficient to climax. Her own hands gripped Valerie's, the touch signaling her need and acceptance of her torture. She licked the hand, sucking each finger in to lavish adoration on it. "I'm yours, Mistress, now and forever."




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"I know, slave. I'm going to torture you with both need and pain, tonight. It will please me greatly when I do."

"Then that's what I want, Mistress."

Valerie disengaged her hands from Sally's and brought them to her nipples. She started with light caresses on the erect buds, bringing gasps from Sally. Sally turned her head to kiss Valerie as Val's fingers pinched her nipples. Sally moaned into the kiss, her chest thrusting forward to encourage the woman she loved to take whatever liberties she wished. Valerie lifted, pulling the breasts out, inflicting that much more pain.

Val released Sally's nipples, only to grab her neck with one hand and a wooden spoon with the other. Sally was swiftly bent over the table, her hands grasping the edges of the table in lieu of being bound. Val noticed that Susan was watching their play, her tongue licking her lips, seemingly without noticing. Val smiled and struck Sally's ass with five sharp blows from the spoon. Sally moaned and stuck her ass out, as if to invite more attention. Val accepted the invitation and swung the spoon again and again. Sally's rear end reddened to a deep maroon as the blood was drawn to the surface by the repeated blows. Unlike a playful spanking designed to bring pleasure to a slave, this was a series of fast, hard blows that brought pain in waves. Sally gripped the table with a death grip, gasping at the waves of agony that flashed though her ass. Tears were flowing freely by the time Valerie stopped several minutes later.

Throughout the spanking, Susan watched, entranced, her own pussy juicing at the scene playing out before her. In her mind's eye, Susan saw herself there, held down over the table while Calvin laid into her, bringing her to that glorious place of tears and snot and breaking down for his pleasure. Without thought, she reached over and brushed the hair from in front of Sally's face, gazing longingly into a face she'd seen in the mirror so many times in the past.

Valerie brought her hand to Sally's cunt, finding it soaked with her juices. Roughly, she forced three fingers into the spread pussy, almost lifting Sally from the table. Repeatedly, Val thrust in and out, fucking Sally with her hand, forcing her clit to pound against the table edge and making the ben wa balls still inside Sally to click audibly. It didn't take long for Sally to start thrusting her hips back, fucking the hand that was raping her back. When Sally cried out, "Please, Mistress," Val stopped, pulling her hand out and wiping it off on the face of the desperate slave under her control.

Sally's tears of frustration mixed with her own pussy juice as she licked the hand clean with an enthusiasm that belied her tears. Susan's hand, still holding the hair back, brushed against Valerie's. When she pulled it back, Val said, "It's okay, Susan," her voice soft and encouraging.

"I...I miss this...being used for his pleasure."

"I understand. Do you want me to play with you?"

"Yes...no...I don't know. It feels like..."

"Sally," Val said, letting Sally up, "finish dinner, love." Turning back to Susan, she sat close and took the former slave's hands in her own. "It's not a betrayal, Susan. His owning you wasn't just about his desires. He knew he was fulfilling a need in you as well. He'd want you to continue to get those needs met."

"I...I'm not sure I'm ready to submit to anyone else."

"I understand; it's only been a short while. We can play, though, without D/s. I can see how tense you are."

"I haven't...I can't pleasure myself. It was one of his rules."

Valerie reached up and caressed the side of Susan's face. "Would you like to join me for a romp before bed tonight?"

"I don't want to come between you and..."

"You won't," Val interrupted. "Sally's spending the night frustrated in her kennel. I was planning on making her listen as I brought myself off." Sally moaned at the words, dreading and anticipating the torture to come later. Mixed in was a longing for something more. Valerie noted Sally's yearning and knew there needed to more than she initially planned. She continued to Susan, "I'd love to have her listen to the two of us."

Susan's head bowed. "I'd like that, please. Will you fuck me?"

"Yeah, I have just the thing; a strap on that's large enough to give you a real workout."

"Oh God," Susan gushed, her legs clenching as her pussy throbbed at the thought. Her hands clasped Valerie's hard and she looked into Val's eyes with longing. Valerie freed one hand and brought it to Susan's head, drawing her forward to a gentle kiss that promised much more to come. Valerie moved Susan's hands to her own breast, encouraging her to caress Valerie while continuing the kiss. As Susan responded, letting her hands roam over Valerie's still covered tits, Val moaned in appreciation.

Unnoticed by the two, Sally smiled in spite of her own frustration. Sally had been witness to Susan's growing, and until now, denied need all weekend. While some willing slaves were primarily non-sexual slaves, Susan, like Sally, had been, for the most part, a sex slave. Years of being subject to Calvin Freshin's sexual and sadistic desires had molded her into a vibrantly sexual woman. Sally doubt there's been a week-long period in the last ten years that had seen Susan not sexually stimulated in some way. This last week must have been a double hell for the poor woman; between the loss of her love and the building sexual frustration.

By the time Sally put dinner on the table, Val and Susan had broken off their embrace while holding onto the promise of later. Sally, already a decent cook when she had chosen to become Valerie's full time slave, had become an excellent one in the two years since. The simple dinner of spaghetti, salad and garlic bread was devoured by all three. Valerie allowed Sally to eat at the table, more to avoid the loss of time that would be needed to clean her from eating such a meal from the floor than to be kind to her slave.

As they rose, Valerie grabbed Sally's hair, forcing her to her knees. "You can clean this up tomorrow, slave. Now, I want to hurt you."

"Yes, Mistress," Sally whimpered, her scalp aching from the pull on her hair.

Valerie pulled her down the stairs, forcing Sally to crawl at a painfully fast clip to keep up. With the basement door closed tight, sealing any noise they made in, Val led Sally to the bathroom, had her expel the ben wa balls, and pulled the anal plug out.

"Go, slave," she ordered.

Following her standard orders, Sally maintained eye contact with Val while she voided her bowels; her face reddening in humiliation while she did. Once Sally was clean afterwards, Val pulled out a red, rubber bag with a hose and nozzle attached. Sally moaned and whimpered as Val filled the quart and a half enema bag with a hot mixture of water and soap. Sally was forced to a kneeling position with her face against the floor. As Val lubed Sally's ass to receive the nozzle, her other hand grasped and caressed her pussy, sending her arousal soaring even as her fear of the enema increased.

Valerie inserted the nozzle, twisting it in. Sally, being obedient in spite of her dread, pushed back to accept the device. Once seated, Valerie inflated the bardex ring so the nozzle would be impossible to expel. Once it was secure, Valerie hung the bottle from a peg on the wall and opened the valve. Hot water sped down the tube and into Sally's ass.

"Please, Mistress," she pleaded, unable to control herself.

Without a word, Val fetched a full coverage gag and strapped it into place while holding her head up by the hair again. Sally was beginning to moan continually while Val kneaded her stomach, letting the water and soap mixture to penetrate deeply into Sally's intestines. Minutes later, the enema bottle was empty and Valerie closed the valve that kept the water form flowing back out. The tube from the bag was removed and Val ordered, "Stand up slave."

Groaning in pain, Sally stood, doubling over once from a cramp. Valerie clipped her hands behind her back and led Sally out to the play floor. The walking further stirred the enema in her gut, increasing the pain and fullness that accompanied the mass of water filling her. The couple had a permanently mounted chain in their ceiling. Valerie used this to pull Sally's bound wrists up, forcing her into a bent over position. The ache in her shoulders, pulled back at a harsh angle, joined the pain in her belly.

A squeal came through the gag as Valerie added weights to Sally's nipple rings. Then Val stood back to watch her lover suffer. Each time her belly cramped, Sally shook, sending the weights swinging and pulling on her tortured shoulders. After several minutes of watching her suffer, Valerie moved closer and ran her hand through Sally's pussy. Her hand came away damp, and a quick taste confirmed that it was wet with Sally's arousal. Valerie smiled, walking around to Sally's front.

Pulling her head up, tears streaking Sally's face, Valerie whispered, "I love you, Sally. I love that you've given yourself to me so totally that my torturing you arouses you. I love that you're so dedicated to my pleasure. I love that you trust me this much. Do you want me to stop, to free you from being my slave?"

Sally moaned violently, shaking her head, seemingly oblivious to the pain that flared through her shoulders and nipples. Freedom from her lover was the last thing Sally wanted. Ever since the change happened, back during the filming of the movie, Sally had been essentially the property of Valerie; a state of affairs that made her more fulfilled than ever before. To contemplate freedom was as palpable as thinking about cutting off her own arm.

Valerie released the chain holding Sally's arms, allowing the woman to stand again, so she could return to the bathroom. Once the enema had been expelled (much to Sally's relief) and the cleanup finished, Valerie led Sally back out to the main play area of their basement, this time by using the weighted clover clamps as an impromptu leash. Once she was standing under a more extensive set of chain, Valerie released the clamps without any warning, letting Sally squeal as the blood returned to the tortured nipples.

Val ordered Sally to spread her legs wide, locking her ankle cuffs to tie downs in the floor. Her arms were released just long enough to be raised and retrained again, this time by the chains above her. Valerie added a blindfold to steal Sally's sight and removed the gag. Valerie pulled Sally's head to her own to kiss her slave with a long, deep kiss. Sally responded with equal passion, belying that she knew she was to be put into pain with no pleasure to come afterwards.

"Ask for it, Sally. Beg me," Val ordered, a harsh tone in her voice.

Sally licked her lips, trying to work up the nerve to obey. "Whip me, Mistress. Punish me. Give me pain," she begged with a sob.

Valerie kissed her again, then let her head go and opened the built in drawer on the nearby spanking bench. She pulled a flogger out, one with long 18 inch falls made of cow hide. She took a few practice swings, mostly to let Sally hear them near by. Sally's fists clenched and loosened as she waited for the first blows to strike. When it did, Sally merely hissed at the sting. Valerie had every intention of giving Sally a well marked body and all the pain that went with it, but, since this was an erotic play punishment rather than a disobedience punishment (the result of their erotic play rather than Sally truly breaking a rule), she began with a hard warm up.

With slow, steady strokes, Valerie worked Sally's ass, legs and upper back over, leaving a red tint behind as she went. The slow pace both kept Val's arm from tiring too soon and gave Sally the time to experience each blow's sting fade to that warm glow that every submissive actually enjoyed. Valerie was an accomplished flogger at this point in her life and was able to place the falls exactly where she wanted them to land. Soon, Sally was covered in sweat, beads of which were running down her body. Soon she had the deep red she wanted in her slave; indicating that Sally's skin was extra sensitive.

The flogger was draped over the bench as Val pulled out a leather paddle like device. The shape was much like that of a classical fraternity paddle, but it was made from a single strip of leather. The first blow landed on Sally's ass, leaving a white mark that filled with red, even deeper in color than the surrounding skin. Sally cried out at the blow as she felt a combined thud and sting from the surprisingly wicked toy. Another blow struck and Sally's muscles tensed at the pain, her head thrown back as she gasped. Sally struggled to not scream or sob at the blows. She knew that eventually she would be unable to hold back, but also that Valerie would want her to take as much as she could before she broke, as it were.

The beating continued as Valerie painted her lover's ass and legs with the leather paddle. In time, Sally's skin was a dark purple as the tenderized skin was now well bruised. Tears flowed from Sally's eyes, leaking out from beneath the blindfold. Stopping, Val felt Sally's skin, enjoying the heat that radiated form it as well as the flinch Sally gave at the contact. Her other hand felt Sally's pussy, finding it soaked. A quick sniff of her damp fingers showed that Sally, in spite of the agony she was in, was extremely aroused. That Sally thrust against the air in a vain attempt to recapture the hand that had caressed her sex only proved her arousal more.

Val leaned in close to whisper to her bound captive. "I want to break you, love. Can I break you?"

Sally stifled a sob, her panting from the pain continuing. "Yes, Mistress. Please break me, make me yours again. I need to know I'm yours forever. You haven't taken me that way in so long."

"Of course, love. You need to fight it, hold out for as long as possible."

Sally's head drooped forward as she trembled in fear; fear of the pain; fear of not being able to hold out long enough; fear of how long after she broke her Mistress would force her to go. In spite of the fear, or perhaps because of it, Sally's arousal grew. It had started just over a year ago. Sally felt the need for something more from her owner. Their play had become routine and she wasn't feeling like a slave any more. When she confessed her feelings to Valerie, Sally's lover had asked, "Have you been afraid of me recently?" At her negative reply, Valerie commented, "Then you need to be. We started with your fear, back then, and you need to fear again." That had been the first time Val had taken Sally downstairs for the express purpose of breaking Sally, of beating her until she couldn't resist the need to scream and sob. The pain of that first breaking continued far past the breaking point, as Valerie took Sally to someplace they'd never been before; owner and property.

It was time to return to that place. The plans for an erotic play punishment were put aside, as Sally's need asserted itself. Valerie pulled the lexan cane from the storage drawer and tapped it gently against Sally's ass. With a swift swing of her wrist, Valerie brought the cane hard against her slave's ass, leaving a welt behind on the purple skin. Sally tensed and struggled in her bonds, mouth closed as she fought the need to scream in agony. She felt her fear increase as Valerie let the second strike land, just below the first. Valerie felt the welts, tracing the fluid filled lumps of flesh. She nodded to herself, pleased the welts were just short of blistering. The third stroke landed and Sally gasped, her head thrown back in response to a pure agony. All three welts throbbed. Adding their individual pain to reach a level greater than the three separately.

Valerie wasn't smiling now. She wasn't a sadist like her former friend, Calvin. It gave her no intrinsic joy to inflict this on her slave. She did it because this was what Sally needed. It was only now, when she was committed to taking Sally down to the level of property, that she felt the twinges of anxiety about giving her pain. Her wrist flexed and a fourth line appeared next to the third. She saw Sally shaking her head, desperate to resist breaking. Sally wanted, needed, to fight and be conquered in this. Valerie had to drive her to a total loss of control, a total surrender to the will of her Mistress.

The seventh welt appeared as Sally gave a convulsive sob. Soon, now, very soon. Valerie laid the tenth welt at that sensitive spot where ass met thigh. Sally's voice screamed her plea, "Oh God! Please, Mistress, please stop. I can't take any more." Valerie ignored the cry and laid yet another stroke against Sally's leg. Ten more followed, each punctuated by a scream of agony and fear from the writhing woman who could no longer think of who was inflicting this torture on her, but only of escape; of doing anything to make it end.

Valerie stopped and walked to the front of the sobbing woman. Pulling the blindfold off, she hissed, creating venom in her voice that wasn't really there. "What are you?" she asked. Sally continued to gasp and sob as her ass and legs throbbed. Valerie repeated the question, her hand forcing the inclined head to look her in the eyes.

"Your slave, Mistress." Valerie shook Sally's head, bringing another cry from her.

"What are you?" she repeated, demanding more by sliding the cane between the woman's breasts.

"Anything you want me to be, Mistress; slave, whore, toy, whatever. I belong to you."

"That's right, Sally, you're my property. I can do anything to or with you that I feel like." Pinching sally's nose shut, she continued, "I can suffocate you." She stepped back and slashed the cane cruelly against Sally's tit, leaving a stripe on it. "I can give you another two hours of pain," she added as Sally looked in fear at the prospect Valerie forced a cruel smile to her lips, one she'd seen on Calvin several times in the past. "Beg, Sally, beg me to hurt you more."

Unable to even think of doing otherwise, Sally whispered the plea, "Please, Mistress, hurt me; hurt your property."

"No, love," came the soft, gentle reply. "I'm done." A hand caressed Sally's face, wiping the tears away. The kiss that followed was as gentle and loving as the voice that assured Sally that she was loved and cherished property. Slowly, with care for her slave's inability to stand by herself, Valerie released her from the bindings. Slowly, they made their way upstairs to their bedroom.

When Susan saw the condition Sally was in, she trembled, not in fear, but in desire. She knew just how Sally felt right now; how strongly Sally felt her slavery to her Mistress, and Susan wanted to feel that again. She knew Valerie well enough to know that Valerie didn't love her enough to go that far with her. They might well play in the future, but Susan would never experience the breaking she'd felt from Calvin in the past. That knowledge didn't, however, stop her arousal at the desire from growing.

Susan retrieved the special ointment from where she knew the couple kept it (she'd visited on numerous occasions in the past), and brought it to Valerie as Sally lay across the bed. The mixture of topical anesthetic and antibiotic was rubbed, gently, over the welted areas. While it couldn't take the pain away, it could reduce it to bearable levels as it kept infection from setting in.

"Sally, love, it's time for the kennel," Valerie said once she'd finished treating the welts.

"Yes, Mistress," she replied, groaning as she levered herself up from the bed. When she had backed into the kennel, she held her hands up. "Please bind me, Mistress."

Valerie smiled and clipped the cuffs together, then to the ring in her collar by a short chain. "You're mine, slave. I own you, don't I?"

"Yes, Mistress. I wouldn't have it any other way. Mistress?"




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"Yes, Sally?"

"We're changing, aren't we?"

"Yes, I believe we are. I'm not sure how, yet, but we are changing."

"Enjoy Susan, Mistress."

"I intend to, Slave. Try to sleep," Val added, knowing that Sally would actually get very little sleep, between her lingering pain and the sounds of passion that were to come soon.

Valerie walked back to the living room where Susan was waiting, after changing her alarm to go off half an hour earlier. She sat next to her guest, caressing her face with one hand. "Remembering, or desiring, Susan?"

"A little of both, I guess." Valerie waited for her to continue. "I'm not sure if I want what Sally got tonight, or if I want it from Master. Will I ever have what I had with him, again?" she asked, her voice soft and nearly childlike.

Valerie continued caressing her face, as Susan leaned into the touch. "I have my doubts. I'm sure you'll find another Master or Mistress, but they won't be Calvin; you won't react to whomever you find the same way. Tell me, Susan, are you a masochist?"

Susan shook her head. "No, I never enjoyed the pain, or even the memory of the pain. I enjoyed serving him. When he wanted me in agony, I wanted to give him that."

"That's what I thought. Any owner you have in the future will be a different person, with their own desires and needs. They'll want you to be their slave, not his. What's important is that you'll want to be whatever it is they want from you. Don't rush things. You're barely past Calvin's death. You have plenty of time to find a new owner. Make sure you're ready to be owned again." Valerie pulled her in for a kiss. After the first brush of lips, she leaned back a little to add, "You are ready for physical pleasure. Gentle or taken," she asked, her eyes gleaming.

Susan brought her hands up to Val's face, tracing invisible lines along her cheeks. "Taken," she whispered back.

Valerie stood, pulling Susan up with her. Hand behind the former slave's head, Valerie pulled her into a hard, passionate kiss, not letting it end until Susan's arms embraced Valerie and she moaned with desire. Grabbing the front of the shirt Susan was still wearing, she dragged the willingly submissive lover to the bedroom. Valerie, still naked since the basement whipping, pushed Susan to her knees, only to bring her hands behind Susan's head and force her between Val's legs.

Susan put her hands behind her back and let Val rub her face against the aroused woman's pussy, smearing juices over Susan's face. It was only when Val's husky voice barked out, "Lick me, make me cum," that Susan started licking at the folds of Valerie's cunt. Valerie hissed in pleasure as her long simmering arousal was finally tended to. Susan's tongue was a skilled instrument of sexual pleasure and touched Valerie in all the right places in just the right ways. Using her experiences from the past at having served Valerie as a lent out slave, Susan teased Val's pussy with soft caresses and nibbles that fell short of bringing Valerie off right away.

Valerie's cunt ached for penetration while her clit demanded touch, any touch. Susan denied her these to drive Val wild with passion and arousal. Susan's face was covered with Val's juices, so much that they dripped onto her chest, staining the shirt she was still wearing. Susan's own pussy was liberally coating itself in response to the thrill of eating Val out and feeling Val's hands forcing her face into the cunt she was lapping at. Valerie moaned with need at the teasing, but was unwilling to bring it to an end; knowing the longer she was teased, the greater the reward.

When Val reached the point of not being able to endure any more, she pulled Susan even tighter and started humping her face. Valerie's clit rubbed repeatedly against the kneeling woman's nose. As she cried out her climax, Valerie fell back on the bed, pulling Susan with her. So trusting of Val was Susan, that she never brought her hands out from behind her back, allowing herself to be pulled off her knees to be stretched across the floor and the edge of the bed. Through it all, she never stopped licking at her present lover, trying to keep the orgasm going for as long as possible.

After a minute or so, Valerie loosened her grip on Susan's head, letting the former slave come up for a not so labored breath. With a slight pulling potion, Valerie encouraged Susan to lie with her. Valerie, seeing the soaked face, moaned in desire again, kissing and licking at her own pussy juice. Susan responded and held Val close, turning her head to present every bit of damp skin to her lover's mouth. One of Valerie's hands snaked between them and found Susan's short skirt pulled up around her waist, bare cunt exposed. As she ran her fingers along the slit, teasing without plundering in, Susan gasped and clenched Val even tighter, locking her lips in a passionate kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Val whispered, "I want this cunt."

"Oh yes," came the reply, emphasized by a thrust of hip.

"I want to possess it, to ravish it, to fill it and make it sore tomorrow."

"Please, please fuck me. I need to be fucked."

"How? Tell me details, Susan. Exactly what's your desire, Susan," Val asked, her hand continuing to tease the cunt thrusting against her.

Susan clenched even tighter and gasped with need. "Take me, ravish me. Take me from behind; hold me down, trap me and fuck me hard. Be brutal; make me feel every stroke and twist."

"Very well," Val replied, her voice a little harder. She rolled Susan onto her chest, pulling her hands behind her. With a slap on the rear, Val ordered, "Stay there." Valerie pulled the toy box from under the bed and quickly donned the strap on harness. She put the largest dildo she and Sally had into the harness and kicked the box to the side. Turning back to her evening's lover, she smiled as her pussy clenched at the sight of the skirt lewdly pulled up around her waist and the shirt twisted and partially up.

Val took Susan's wrists in one hand and pressed her back with the other. Susan moaned at the slight dominance Val gave her, then screamed in pleasure as Valerie thrust the fake cock into her pussy with one, hard, stroke. Once in, Val started pistoning with as much force as she could, giving Susan exactly what she asked for; a brutal fucking that would leave her cunt sore. With no direct stimulation of her clit, Susan's arousal rose and peaked just short of her orgasm. Susan tried to thrust her hips back to meet Valerie, finding the struggle as erotic as the actual fucking. She gasped, moaned and whimpered as she strained for the climax that just wouldn't come.

Valerie, seeing Susan's struggle, allowed herself to fall on top of Susan, trapping the submissive woman below her and freeing her own hands to snake beneath and find the desperate clit. No thought of denying Susan's orgasm crossed Valerie's mind, as this was aggressive love making, not a scene. The clit was hard and slick, covered with juice and fully escaped from it's hood. Valerie, keeping the rough treatment that Susan craved going, pinched her clit hard, sending Susan into a violent climax, her body bucking beneath Val's as she screamed in pleasure. Valerie continued to fuck Susan through the orgasm, stretching it out and giving Susan the harsh and nearly painful sex she was craving that night.

As a submissive, Susan's sexual excitement and arousal came from the feeling that she was being used by her lover for her lover's pleasure. With her owner dead, she had to not only cope with the grief over the loss of the man she loved, but with meeting her submissive needs in a, potentially, very different way that she had for the past decade and more. While her conscious mind hadn't realized it yet, Susan's sub-conscious had reached the conclusion that she might not ever again be owned property of a harsh and demanding master such as Calvin Freshin.

When Susan started gasping in exhaustion as opposed to delight, Valerie stopped and pulled out of her cunt. She discarded the harness and dildo for Sally to clean the next day and helped Susan into bed, where they both cuddled for a few minutes as they fell asleep.

When the alarm went off, Valerie rolled over to kill it and then out of bed. She found Sally in her kennel, lying on her side, leaning forwards; a position that kept all her bruises and welts off the floor. Valerie brushed the hair back form her face, smiling as her slave opened her eyes and grimaced at the slight movement of her body.

"Time to get up, Sally. I need to check your backside before the day starts up."

Sally nodded and rolled into a crawling position, moaning at the pain as she did. Tears filled her eyes as she stood, stretching welts that didn't have any desire to move, let alone be pulled at. Susan, seeing what was happening, had rose and turned the lights on so Valerie could look over the back. She didn't see anything alarming (though a vanilla person might well be alarmed at the extent of the bruising). She decided, though, to not push Sally the next couple of days, just to be safe.

"Sally, no chores today. I want you to take care of this backside. Do you need to use the toilet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Okay, take care of that, then spend as much of the day in bed; take some ibuprofen and that muscle relaxer Dr. Waston gave us. If you're feeling better this afternoon, you can clean up the toys here and in the basement, otherwise, you can deal with those tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sure I'll be better after some more rest." Her head bowed a little as she added, "Mistress, thank you for breaking me, last night. I needed it."

"It was my pleasure, slave." Valerie turned to Susan. "Susan, would you mind bring Sally a light breakfast and feeding her this morning?"

"Not at all, Valerie. It'll be a pleasure."

Valerie caressed the side of Susan's face. "I enjoyed last night," she said, her voice soft and her smile gentle.

"I did too, Valerie." She cast her eyes down before continuing. "I didn't feel guilty, either...afterwards."

"And you shouldn't have, Susan. The man who loved you enough to beat you black and blue and use your body mercilessly for his own pleasure wouldn't want you to feel guilty for experiencing and satisfying a physical need. You do know that you can ask for play too, don't you? Just ask, we'll figure something out."

"I know," she replied, eyes filling with tears. "I'm...I'm not ready for that yet."

Valerie brushed her tears away, as she reassured Susan, "I know, I know. When you're ready, we'll strap you to the cross and give you some nice stripes to show off." Looking at the clock, Valerie hissed. "Damn, I've got to get ready to go. Don't worry about my breakfast, I'll grab something on the way."

Valerie rushed through her shower and headed out the door. She ate a fast food breakfast with a promise to herself to work off the extra fat and calories, arriving at the office on time. She spent most of the day making sure the new ads from Sylvia's Switch were ready to go into the new publication cycle. She also spent an hour on the phone with Dutch, talking over the type of shots that would work well in showing off the new frame. Dutch was excited about the device, as it gave him the ability to shoot fetish pictures anywhere. Long experience in setting up models and props enabled him to master the possibilities of the portable frame in less than a day (and it didn't hurt that the frame was purposely designed so the mechanically disinclined could use it with relative ease).

That evening, Valerie found Sally up and around, clearly still sore, but not in deep pain. Susan, bless her heart, was staying near Sally without being overly doting. The trio spent a relaxing night doing nothing of significance. Sally spent most of it draped over her Mistress' lap, Valerie gently holding her hands behind her in a reassuring expression of her control. Valerie could see and smell that Sally was aroused and desiring sex, but chose to let her slave suffer with denial for a day or two. She didn't, however, tease Sally, instead letting her lover's own mind lightly torture her.

The next day at work, Val and Dutch exchanged emails discussing possible poses for the shots of the new frame. A while back, Valerie had purchased a professional drawing program so that she and Dutch (who'd had such a program for years) could look at, and modify sketches of how models and equipment might be set up. The savings in travel time was a godsend for Valerie, with the increasing reliance on the local photography expert that Delgrasi was moving towards. The relationship was a win-win for everyone involved. Delgrasi had access to affordable, professional photographic services; Dutch had a steadier stream of income that he could rely on; and all the local fetish models were able to build extensive professional portfolios of depth and quality.   That night, when dinner was finished and Sally was cleaning up afterwards, Susan took Valerie to the side. "Valerie," she started timidly, unsure of how to say what she felt needed to be said.

Valerie could see how unsure she was and misinterpreted the reason. "There's no need to be embarrassed about wanting to play, Susan."

"No, it's not that," she tried to explain. "It's Sally."

"Is she all right?" Val asked, confused that Sally wouldn't be talking herself about a problem.

"Kind of, but kind of not," Susan said, holding up her hand to silently ask Val to wait. "There's nothing physically, or even emotionally wrong with her. But, I think she's bored. Do you know what she does while you're at work?"

Valerie's mouth opened, then closed again. It dawned on her that she couldn't remember the last time she'd actually asked Sally about her day. "I assumed she kept the house clean and in good shape."

"She does. For about three hours while you're gone. You're usually gone for ten or more hours, Valerie. The rest of the time, she has nothing she needs to do."

"Why? Why hasn't she mentioned this to me?" The distress that something was bothering her slave and lover that she was unaware of was plain in her voice and face.

Susan sat Valerie down. "You've only had Sally as a slave for what? A little over two years? That first year is like a honeymoon period. Your ownership is new and you're doing Mistress/slave stuff often. You give her lots of tasks." Valerie nodded as she looked back and saw what Susan was saying being true. "But, we can't live BDSM full time. Like now, you have to give Sally time to recover from the breaking, for her body to return to full usability." Valerie smiled at the term.

"But, we slaves are very reluctant to complain about things as subtle as being bored. In our third year..." Susan stifled a sob and forced herself to continue. "...I started being unable to resist the desire to get myself off. I was getting punished for disobedience a lot. After a particularly harsh punishment, he demanded to know what was going through my mind. He asked if I wanted to be released. That's when I told him I was bored at home."

"I take it he found a solution?" Val asked.

"Yes, he gave me a job, so to speak." At Valerie's confused expression, she explained, "No, not a job outside of the home." Both women recalled the disaster it was for Susan when she tried to work as Calvin's secretary. "But, he gave me things, vanilla things, that I had to do once my chores were finished. I actually have several degrees from online universities, the reputable ones. He's also had me do extensive research on random topics and prepare what are essentially term papers on them. I could teach you the truth about the causes and affects of the political situations in the middle east."

"Susan, I had no idea. I guess I need to talk to Sally."

Susan nodded, her face serious. "I don't know what you two will end up doing, but she needs something."

"Thank you, Susan," Val responded as she rose to her feet. Could you give Sally and I some privacy for a while?"

"Sure. I'll spend the night in the spare bedroom."

Valerie nodded and walked back to the kitchen where Sally was putting the last of the dishes in the drainer. Valerie walked up and spun her slave around, grabbing the ring on her collar, pulling her close. "Slave," she started, "I shouldn't have to find out about something bothering you from our guest."

"Mistress?" she asked, clearly confused about what Val was talking about.

"Sally, what did you do today while I was working?"

"I...I cleaned the house, Mistress."

"For how long?"

"I don't know, a few hours, maybe?"

"Try three hours. Just three hours. What did you do for the other seven hours?"

"I...I don't know, Mistress. I guess I watched some TV."

"Where you bored, slave?"

Sally gasped, realizing what Valerie was getting at. Her eyes filled with tears, thinking she'd disappointed her Mistress. "Yes," she whispered with a sob.

Valerie softened her voice, while still holding Sally close. "Sally, I don't want you bored. I want the vibrant woman I met, the one with a passion for her work, along with everything else in her life. We need to find you something to do, something of value and importance."

"Mistress, I can't...I don't want to work. I can't be enough of your slave if I have a boss to answer to."

Valerie moved to the table, sitting both Sally and herself. "I'm not telling you to have a boss. It doesn't even have to be work, per se. Think about Francine, though. She's her own boss. She makes a decent living doing freelance work. Could you do that, work some kind of freelance thing? Could your old job be done freelance?"

Sally sat with her mouth hanging open. Not finding anything about the idea that was a problem, she replied, "Mistress, that should work. I don't know if I could live on the income from freelance disaster preparation consulting, but it would..." She paused, unsure how to put what she was thinking.

Valerie leaned in and cupped Sally's chin inn her hand. "It would keep my slave's mind vital and active instead of turning into a vegetable with day time soaps and game shows. Now," she ordered, "stand up. I'm punishing you for keeping such an important secret from me."

Sally stood, her breathing increasing in pace as she wondered what Valerie intended. With her ass and legs so bruised, she doubted Valerie had more pain planned. Valerie walked behind her and clipped her cuffs together. She led her slave by the collar to their bedroom, but made her remain standing. "Spread your legs, love. I want to torture you." Sally obeyed, opening her pussy to whatever Valerie wanted to do.

First, Val stroked Sally's breasts, caressing then with gentle, playful, fingers. Sally closed her eyes and tilted her head back, giving herself over to the sensations her Mistress was creating. She knew she'd end the evening sleeping bound in some way with unmet need coursing through her body, but welcomed that attention as she did everything else. As Valerie played the familiar organs like a maestro, Sally felt the surges of pleasure run through her body, causing her nipples to perk up and her cunt to produce juice.

Valerie smiled as she bent her head towards Sally's breasts to lick and suck at the erect nipples. Sally's arms pulled at her cuffs, trying to reach around to hold her lover to her breasts. Her breath quickened as teeth gently scraped against her nipples, sending bolts of sensation through her body. Her pussy started to ache, that familiar ache that demanded penetration; hard, forceful penetration. When one of Valerie's hands cupped Sally's cunt, the middle finger penetrating the folds, Sally cried out and started humping the finger, losing herself in the sensuality of her punishment. Valerie cupped her hand to catch Sally's clit, sending her on a rocket ship of arousal, her body trembling at the approaching orgasm.




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When Valerie pulled her hand away, bringing it to Sally's face to rub her arousal over her face, Sally whimpered, tears running from her eyes. Valerie moved behind her slave, holding her across her waist. She brought her face to Sally's head, letting her tongue slip out to lick at Sally's ear lobes.

"I'm going to cum all over this face, my little slut. You're going to sleep with your need and my satisfaction covering your cheeks and filling your nostrils."

"Please, Mistress, please," she gasped.

"Please, what, little slave?"

"Please, I need...I want...I don't know," she wailed in anguish.

"Yes you do, Sally. You know what you crave, what you need, what you desire. Tell your Mistress. Don't keep secrets from her."

"I need to cum, Mistress. I want to cum so badly. Can I please cum?"

"That's right, beg me, beg for your orgasm; even knowing you won't get one tonight. I want to hear you beg me for it."

"I'm so sorry, Mistress. Please, let me cum. I need to so much."

"I know you do, but the answer's still no," she replied, her hand returning to the desperate cunt of her lover.

Valerie's skilled hands brought Sally to the brink of climaxing and held her there, unable to cross over to the bliss that teased her. Sally begged and pleaded, until she was sobbing uncontrollably in frustration. Repeatedly, she rubbed Sally's own fluids over her face so she could clearly smell herself. After an hour of being tortured to the limits of her endurance, Val led Sally back to their bedroom and bound her to the bed, hands together over her head and legs spread slightly. Then, holding onto the bed frame, she road Sally's face, grinding her own cunt against her lover's mouth as she demanded three orgasms from her slave before collapsing beside her, spent. Valerie slept with her head resting on Sally's chest while the slave cried softly in unrequited need.

In the morning, Val asked, "How are you feeling, Sally?"

"I...may I cum, Mistress?"

Valerie smiled. "Yes, dear. Allow me."

Valerie brought her hand to Sally's cunt, finding it already wet and open. She took Sally with a loving brutality, plunging fingers in and out while the heel of her hand rubbed Sally's clit continually. Sally bucked against Valerie and pulled against her bindings, desperately wanting to embrace her Mistress. It didn't take long for Sally to cum, her voice screaming out her pleasure for anyone to hear.

As the climax faded from her body, Sally muttered a, "Thank you, Mistress."

Val released her from the bed, ordering, "Join me in the shower, Sally. We both really need a shower," she added, recognizing the lingering aroma of dried sex that covered both of them. With Val needing to get to work, there wasn't any more sexual play, though Valerie checked the healing of Sally's bruising. Susan surprised both by having breakfast ready by the time they finished their ablutions.

The work day passed uneventfully for Valerie. Dutch had scheduled the shoot with the new frame for the following week, something Valerie intended to be at. The ongoing rush to publication occupied most of her time, as it usually did at the end of each week. A last minute mini-crisis with one of the ads in Poly Living kept her late, well past six that night. By the time she was able to drag herself in, Valerie was exhausted and tense.

Having been forewarned that Val would be late, Sally had changed her dinner plans and run out for take and bake pizza, something she could cook quickly once Valerie was home and ready to eat. Her first priority, however, was to relax her Mistress. She accomplished that with a gentle massage that, once Valerie's physical body had been relaxed, turned into a sensual massage leading to a slow, seductive orgasm that poured over her like warm fudge slipping down the side of a mountain of ice cream.

While the three naked women (Susan had long since grown more comfortable with home nudity than otherwise, thanks to her years with Calvin) ate their pizza dinner, Sally and Valerie discussed what Sally had found out about working freelance in her former field.

"Everything I found tells me that disaster preparedness has gone completely freelance. No one hires in house any more. I sent some emails to people I knew in the field; and ones I've done work for in the past. I'm hoping for some good news soon. I just hope I haven't been out of the loop too long," Sally explained.

"I doubt that'll be an issue. From what you explained when you were still working, there aren't many people in the field that are any good. I'm sure you'll find enough work to do the part time work I want you to do."

While the couple had been talking, both had noticed that Susan seemed to have something she wanted to say, but was nervous about doing so. Knowing Susan would actually appreciate the push to speak her mind, Valerie asked, "Susan, what's on your mind?"

She looked down in her lap, her hands fidgeting on the table top, picking at the sliced olives on her pizza. "Are you going to Mephisto's this weekend?" she managed to get out.

"I hadn't thought about it, Susan. Neither of us needs to be at Master's place, so we could. Did you want to go?"

Susan nodded. "But, I don't want to go alone. I don't know if I feel like playing or not. I...I want to, but I don't, know what I mean?" Val and Sally nodded, not wanting to interrupt Susan's thoughts. "If...someone...If I'm with you, I don't have to say no...no, that's not right. If I'm with you and I don't want to, I would be able to say no. Damn it!" she barked, hands pushing her plate away. "I can't seem to explain what I want to say. I'm not even sure what I'm feeling right now."

Sally looked at Val with a small nod, trying to hint that Susan's anger was a good thing. Valerie realized that Susan needed a dominant to talk to her, even if she wasn't actually submitting to anyone. "Susan, that tangle of emotions you're feeling, the ones you can't seem to explain, even to yourself; those are normal. When someone we love is ripped out of our lives so suddenly, it more than hurts. It leaves us with other feelings we don't understand and don't want. Tell me, are you mad at Calvin?"

Susan, unaccustomed to lying about her feelings, jumped to her feet, slamming her hands against the table. "Yes! He left me. He left me helpless, in bondage, and without him. He abandoned me. I hate him! I hate him dying!"

As she started to collapse from the outburst, Sally and Valerie were there to catch her and hold her as tears rolled down her face. Through her sobs, the two women heard her gasping, "I hate him. I hate him, I hate myself. How can I hate him, it wasn't his fault," she sobbed.

"You hate him because he's not here to hold you when you're hurting, Susan. It's okay. It's just an emotion. Of course," Valerie reassured her, "you're mad at him. He left you alone, with no one to control you, no one to play with you, no one to explain why he was leaving. I was mad at Mike when he died. For a while, I hated him, too."

Susan continued to cry as her emotions played out, the anger and hatred towards the man she loved more than life itself driving her to a self loathing that she couldn't fight against. Valerie and Sally led her to the couch where she could sit and remain enveloped in the loving arms of two friends, both of whom had dealt with the feelings she was experiencing now. Their assurances that what she was experiencing was normal barely made the guilt she felt livable.

When the cry had finished, her tear streaked face turned to her friends. "I...I want to go, but I need to not feel like I have to say yes. I haven't said no to a dominant for years, and I'm afraid I'll not want to play, but won't be able to bring myself to say no. If you're with me, I...I'll be able to, I think. At least, less people will ask."

"Of course, we'll take you, Susan. There's another reason as well. You still don't have a safe word, do you?" Susan shook her head. As Valerie suspected, Susan's mindset was such that she wouldn't use one if a dominant gave it to her. While not intended to replace being observant, but too many dominants use safe words as the end all and be all of dominant/submissive communication. "You can't do that to some unsuspecting Dom, Susan. If I'm there, and you need to play, I'll know you don't have one."   "Thank you," she answered, "for everything." After a pause filled with emotions warring on her face, she asked, "Will I ever stop hating him?" A tear leaked from one eye.

Val took Susan's head gently in hand, one thumb brushing away the tear. "Yes, yes you will. The anger and hatred of the abandonment will fade, but the love will ever be there."

"But, you love Sally..."

"Yes, and I still love Mike. We can love many without diminishing the love of any of those we care about. Some day, you'll find a Master or Mistress you care about; that you'll fall in love with, and you'll find your love for Calvin doesn't diminish, not does it make the love of whoever the future brings to you any less."

Susan sniffled as she stemmed the flow of tears. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you two here with me."

"You'd survive," Sally replied, "but you'd struggle more."

The rest of the week passed uneventfully for the three. Susan was particularly introspective, trying to come to terms with her emotions over Calvin's death. She still struggled with guilt over her anger towards the dead man, as well as over her increasingly needs to engage in BDSM play. Even before she'd become Calvin's slave, Susan enjoyed, needed even, bondage and the freedom of allowing someone to inflict erotic pain on her. Those needs were returning, never having really left, in full force. The closer Saturday came, the more she felt like she might actually want to play with someone at the club; if only she could overcome the guilt that came with it.

Friday night, she asked Valerie about it. "Valerie, after your Mike died, when did the physical needs return?"

Valerie gave some thought to her answer, suspecting that the needs she'd felt those years ago weren't the same ones Susan was feeling now. "You know I was vanilla then, right?" At Susan's nod, Val continued. "The desire for sex didn't come back to me for several weeks. It took me even longer to permit myself to act on them. Later, I wished I'd given into them sooner. I let guilt over feeling desire for someone other than Mike keep me celibate for months. As it is, I only acted on them at Francine's insistence. Once I'd given into the feelings, I went a little crazy. I started going out and picking up random men for sex, not caring if they were safe." A wistful look passed over Val's face as she remembered. "That's how I met Master. I was looking to get laid. I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't taken control of me like he did."

Valerie took Susan's hands in her own. "I don't want to see that happen to you, Susan. If you're experiencing the desire for play or sex, don't bottle it up. No one's going to think less of you because you remained a sexually vibrant woman after the loss of your Master. And if they do, well screw them. You need to take care of yourself."

"I...I need to feel it again; the good helplessness and the good pain. Ever since...you know...I've been helpless and hurting with the not so good versions. The sex earlier was good. I know you can't be my owner, and I'm not ready to be owned by someone else. I may never be. But...would you...?" Susan seemed unable to put the question into words. Val doubted she was 100 percent sure she knew what she wanted The longing and confusion were written on her face as plain as if they'd been tattooed in words.

"Yes, Susan, I'll scene with you tomorrow. I won't own you; you're right, I can't do that. The scene will only last for as long as we're in Mephisto's and you're willing. For tomorrow, no will mean no from you."

"Thank you, Valerie," she replied, relief showing on her face.

"We need to talk about limits, Susan. I know you're not used to setting limits on a dominant, but you need to right now."

"Why, Valerie? I trust you."

'And I appreciate that trust." Valerie sighed as she collected her thoughts. "There's a couple of reasons, actually. First, you need to be ready to set limits with others in the future. There are too many people out there you shouldn't trust like you did Calvin or you do me. It may not be tomorrow, but there's coming a time when you'll want to find someone to play with, a man, perhaps, and you'll need to make sure he knows that you expect him to respect you and your limits. The more immediate reason is yourself. All those emotions plaguing you are a disaster waiting to happen. Imagine if you give in to your guilt over hating Calvin during a scene. You could, if you haven't set limits in advance, let someone go too far out of a distorted sense of needing to be punished. You could also, if there aren't any limits, lash out when someone pushes a trigger in you. By forcing you to look at and set limits with me, I'm forcing you to look at yourself and examine just what you're feeling and what things might be emotional hot buttons that need to be avoided. Do you understand?"

A tear crawled out of Susan's left eye to trickle down her cheek. "I think so. You're afraid I'll lose control."

"No, I know you will. Losing control is part of being a submissive. No, I'm afraid you'll lose yourself. I have no problem taking control of you Saturday. But I want to be sure it's Susan I'm taking control of and not a dead man's slave."

Valerie took Susan into an embrace as the harsh terms sent her into another bout of tears. Susan didn't see Valerie's own tears, as the pain of being that harsh with the grieving woman hit her upside the head. Valerie was able to be brutal to Sally at times because she loved Sally and knew that's what her slave and lover needed. In reality, Valerie wasn't a harsh person. She brushed her tears away before Susan saw them.

"Better?" Val asked.

"I think so."

"So, limits. What limits do you want?"

"I...I don't know. It's been a long time since I've had to think about my own. I just don't...wait, I know one I need." At Valerie's expectant look, she added, "Just you. Don't let others play with me."

"Good, Susan, that's a good limit to talk about. Do you want to play only in private, or will it be okay for others to see you submitting?"

"I...no, I don't think I could handle that. I'd be imagining them judging me for playing so soon after..." She stifled a sob.

"Okay, private room it is. How about Sally being present? Is she part of no observers?"

'Oh, no, I never meant her. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Susan. It would be perfectly okay if you weren't comfortable with Sally's presence. How about humiliation play? Would you be okay with being called a slut, cunt, whore?"

The look on Susan's face was all the answer Valerie needed. Susan's eyes widened and she licked her lips instinctively. Her breath started coming faster as her nipples tented under her blouse (Susan hadn't worn a bra in over a decade). She nodded her head, too excited to speak. Valerie smiled at her response.

"I see," Val chuckled. "Humiliation is on the table. What about pain? How much pain are you ready for, do you think?"

"I like having to let my dominant hurt me, but..." Susan's head bowed, unable to look Valerie in the eye. Val lifted her head with a finger under Susan's chin, staring expectantly at her friend. "Don't break me," she continued, her voice trembling. 'If I break, it'll all come out and ruin everything. Is that okay?"

"Susan, these are your limits. You're the one who need to be okay with them. I just need to follow them. What about sex? Do you want more sexual contact tomorrow?"

"Oh yes. Please make me satisfy you. Use me."

"Okay. I think we have enough to work with. One more thing; you will have a safe word." Valerie raised her hand to forestall any complaint. "I won't dominate you tomorrow without one, Susan. And I mean one you'll use if I go past your limits. Look, I know you never had one with Calvin, but things are different. While one shouldn't rely on them to the exclusion of all else, some dominants do rely on them too much. You'll have to be able to tell these people to stop. For us, tomorrow, you'll have no as your safe word. I know, we're never supposed to use no as a safe word, but it works just as well as any other, since we're not planning on any consensual non-consent." Valerie took a hold of Susan's chin. "Promise me you'll use your word if needed."

Susan nodded her head. "Yes, Valerie, I'll use it."

Valerie turned towards her slave. "I'll be playing with you as well, my little slave. You're going to be displaying your bruises to the entire club. The entire BDSM world will know you were broken by your owner, Sally."

Sally blushed at the thought, her pussy juicing at the humiliation of being publicly displayed as a slave, slut, broken to her Mistress' will. She knew there'd be lewd comments by their closest friends over her condition. Sally knew her Mistress would drive her to her knees in humiliation in some way. Her knees were weak in anticipation.

The Mephisto Club stayed open the entire weekend, giving kinksters a full 60 hours of uninterrupted play time starting at two in the afternoon on Friday. They still cleaned in the morning hours, taking advantage of the still minimal turnout during those early times of day (most people in the lifestyle were vampires on the weekend, with regards to the hours they kept). Valerie, however, didn't want to get there too early, wanting a sizable crowd for showing off her slave.

Her play with Sally started, however, upon waking that morning. Valerie woke Sally up by closing the rings on her pussy with the small padlocks she kept for just that purpose. As she always did when her Mistress locked her up, Sally whimpered, knowing it was highly unlikely she would be fucked, or otherwise penetrated that day. What Sally didn't know was what the filling sensation was inside her pussy. Valerie had slipped something inside her before she'd woken fully. It would remain a mystery for several hours.

Sally was also forced to go through the day helpless, with her hands bound to her collar's leash ring. Valerie had to feed her, help her use the toilet, and perform any other basic daily tasks. Of course, she spent the day naked so both Val and Susan could see how much such treatment turned her on. Numerous times, Val would caress Sally in some way, usually not on her erogenous zones. The fact that Sally was unable to prevent or otherwise respond to the touches drove her arousal to even higher levels. When Valerie called her friend Rachel to ask for her assistance later, she made sure that the phone call wasn't witnessed by Sally. Val had realized that in spite of Susan's assurance that Sally's presence wouldn't bother her, it would be best if she scened with Susan one on one.

When it was time to dress, Valerie put Sally in a corset, pulling the ties tight enough to compress her waist several inches. The device didn't cover anything Val might want to play with, but left Sally panting as she struggled to take in breaths with the restriction on her chest's ability to expand. Around her waist went a skirt so short that it would only pass decency laws when Sally was standing; sitting or bending over would leave her cunt fully exposed. A short shift was draped over her head to come down to just cover her breasts. Her wrists had been rebound behind her back.

Susan, not being under Valerie's control until they entered the club, dressed herself. She put a thin, red, satin blouse on that was translucent enough for her nipples to be quite visible. The smooth fabric rubbing against them brought them to full attention. Se left the lower buttons undone, exposing her midriff, along with her belly button ring. Her tan skirt, which only came halfway down to her knees similarly exposed the skin touching it, giving an erotic hint of her pussy while only letting the observer see her legs and ass cheeks. Her feet were put into a pair of red leather, open toed, six inch heels. The resulting sway in her hips had the skirt coming tantalizingly close to showing her pussy through it.




Death of a Master Ch. 06



Valerie decided to wear a black bustiere, black stockings with garters and black heels. The tattoo above her pussy was clearly visible with the black leopard's yellow eyes staring hungrily out from the surrounding foliage. She wanted her pussy and ass open and available as she was planning on being pleasured by at least one of her two submissives. For the trip there, she donned a light jacket that came down to an inch or two below her hips.

They arrived just before the day's crowds were due to show up. Once inside, Valerie discarded her coat and clipped a leash to Sally's collar. Sally's hands were clipped together behind her back and a short chain pulled them to her neck as Val attached the chain to the top of the corset. Another chain was clipped between her ankle cuffs, effectively hobbling the slave, limiting her steps to 18 inches at best. Finally, Valerie added a ball gag that stretch her mouth to the limit. In a matter of minutes, Sally felt the ache in her shoulders and jaw begin.

Valerie took Susan by the arm, linking with her, arm in arm, and led Sally through the club at a pace that forced her to hurry to keep up with her forcibly smaller steps. Most of the patrons recognized the pair and the fact that Valerie was subjecting Sally to public humiliation. They either played along or evidenced real interest as they blatantly stared and commented on Sally's condition. When Val reached between her breasts and pulled out a remote, Sally barely had time to register what it was before there was a tingling sensation in her pussy. The sudden burst of pleasurable feelings caused her to stumble and Valerie, who was expecting the possibility, caught her.

"Sally, dear, what's wrong?" she asked with feigned ignorance. Sally moaned, leaning on Valerie as she struggled to get her legs to hold her up. 'Is there something up with my pussy?" Val asked as she stroked the locked sex of her lover. Sally nodded her head, her breath coming faster as the vibrating egg in her body drove her to increasing levels of arousal. Valerie pulled her head close, kissing her on the cheek before whispering, "Don't you dare cum, slave. I own your orgasms. If you cum, I'll be forced to add to these marks on your ass." Sally moaned in distress, knowing her ability to obey was out of her hands.

Valerie turned the egg's vibrations to high, smiling as Sally squealed and her knees buckled. Val let her collapse to the floor to land on her knees. A light kick at Sally's knees resulted in her spreading them wide, exposing her pussy (the skirt having ridden up to her waist). Valerie knelt behind her, taking up the slack in the leash, pulling Sally back, forcing her to look up and the increasingly large crowd that was watching her. Her body blushed furiously with embarrassment and increasing arousal.

"Look at you, you slut. You're losing control, on the verge of disobey your Mistress and cum in front of this crowd." Valerie's hand returned to Sally's cunt, fingering the rings and captured folds, sliding easily through the wetness coating Sally's crotch. "Don't cum, Sally. Don't you dare cum," Valerie commanded with a wry smile. Sally trembled, her arms and jaw joined in pain by her forcibly stretched back, her body tensing against the orgasm that she knew Val was going to force out of her. "Fight it love, fight your orgasm," Val whispered as she continued to stroke Sally's pussy. Sally tried to plead through her gag as tears formed in her eyes; the humiliation of the forced disobedience nearly overwhelming her.

When Valerie's hand brushed Sally's clit, she broke and came, her body tensing and bowing even more than it already was. Her screams escaped past the gag and her tears flowed freely as painful ecstasy coursed through her body. The orgasm went on as Valerie fondled her clit continually for over a minute, not stopping until Sally's hips twitch in an attempt to extract her now too sensitive clit from the unending stimulation.

Valerie ordered Sally to hold her position, displayed to the crowd, some of whom were openly caressing one another in response to the display. Valerie turned to Susan who was still standing at the edge of the crowd. Valerie walked over and brushed the cheek of the clearly aroused woman.

"How are you, Susan?"

"Horny, ma'am, very horny. I'm looking forward to being played with," she answered, her voice deeper than normal, her lips damp from her having licked at them several times.

Valerie gave Susan a gentle kiss as she promised, "Soon, Susan, very soon. Stay close to me," she added, spotting a couple of trolls in the crowd. Valerie hated the trolls; so called dominants who came to the club for the purpose of exploiting naïve submissives who tended to be too trusting of just anyone calling themselves dominant. The problem was that new subs were drawn to the predatory aura these users gave off. The lucky ones had their limits stretched a little too much and were, hopefully, a bit wiser. The unlucky ones were hurt, either emotionally, physically, or both. The disclaimer at the door of the club made it hard for anyone to target the trolls legally; making it clear that each person was responsible for the choices they made. Trolls were very good at skirting the edge of what they could and couldn't get away with.

Turning back to Sally, Valerie looked down on her. "Slave, you're pathetic," she barked., Sally looked up, trembling as she struggled to hold the increasingly painful position. Val pulled her up, releasing the chain holding her wrists elevated. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you. I should just the rid of you," she spat, feigning disgust. A blindfold came out and wrapped around Sally's sweat drenched face. Tugging on the leash with a hard jerk, Valerie pulled Sally towards the crowd.

"Here, she's yours," Val said, handing the leash to Rachel, a close friend and dominant.

Sally looked wildly around, unable to see, fear overcoming her as her Mistress seemingly tossed her aside. The emotional roller coaster of the last half hour numbed her ability to think outside the scene and she, at least on the surface, believed she'd just been given to a total stranger. As Rachel, remaining quiet, started to maul Sally's breasts like a ham-fisted ignoramus, Sally tried to plead through the gag for her lover to rescue her, to take her back. Anyone seeing the smiles and winks between Rachel and Sally knew this was a mind fuck scene that was very successful. Most of the witnesses murmured softly to one another, wondering just what had happened. A few, ones who knew all three women, recognized the mind fuck for what it was and added comments to heighten the tension, mostly along the lines of feigned shock at who Valerie had given her slave to.

Rachel dragged Sally off towards one of the public play stations along the walls of the club. Valerie had called Rachel earlier in the day to offer her use of Sally in a mind fuck scene. Rachel, who loved a good mind fuck, enthusiastically agreed. That her regular slave, Giggy, was stuck covering for a sick employee at Castle, the adult book store the two worked at, made the chance to play with Sally all the better. At the station, Rachel wrapped the leash around a tie down point, forcing Sally against the wall, unable to move away or kneel without choking on her collar.

Rachel noted that Sally's cunt was just as wet as it had been while Valerie was playing with her; a sign that even in her fear, Sally's trust of Valerie still ruled, even if unconsciously. If the trust hadn't been there, Sally wouldn't be aroused by her fear. Rachel took a cane out of her tube (really more of a quiver) and lashed at Sally's breasts, having seen the not yet totally faded bruises on her ass. Sally screamed in pain, her knees almost buckling as the welt rose on the left breast, an inch above the nipple. A similar strike against the right breast brought another scream and increasing wetness in Rachel's cunt.

Rachel, who had played with Sally on numerous occasions, knew just how far she could push the slave. Eight more welts were raised on Sally's breasts, a total of five on each. Sally was trembling in fear, her trust and doubts poised on a razor's edge, perfectly balanced. Rachel brought her hand to Sally's locked pussy and rubbed hard, driving Sally wild with pleasure. When Rachel said, "Cum for me, Sally, cum hard for me," the familiar voice broke the fear and her knees buckled as she came, quivering in ecstasy. Rachel's hand between her legs was holding her up as she wept in pleasure and relief.

Rachel unwrapped the leash and let Sally sink to her knees as her orgasm faded. She pressed the still blindfolded and arm bound submissive to her own pussy. Sally instinctively licked at the fragrant folds of her temporary Mistress' cunt. She bathed her face in the juices flooding from Rachel's pussy. Like a woman possessed, Sally put everything she had into driving Rachel to a climax. Knowing what was coming, Sally fixed her mouth open over the pussy and lashed at Rachel's clit. Rachel pulled her even tighter, close enough to block Sally's breathing as she came, squirting fluid directly into the slave's mouth; fluid that she swallowed greedily.

Rachel knelt in front of Sally and pulled the now sopped blindfold off. She kissed Sally, licking her own juices off the smiling face before her. Pulling back, she ran her fingers along the welts on Sally's breasts, grinning at the sharp intake of breath this caused. "You're mine for the night, slave. What do you think of that?" she asked.

Sally panted in anticipation. "How may I please you, Mistress?' she asked, almost begging to serve.

Rachel stood, holding her hand out. "Come with me, Sally. I'm going to use you up, tonight. I want to hurt you, give you unimaginable pleasure, and be driven wild with orgasms by your hands and mouth." She triggered the remote, activating the egg locked inside Sally's pussy.

Sally smiled a wry smile at the returning vibrations, along with a hint of fear at the prospect of spending an entire night at the mercy of her sadistic, yet loving, dominant friend. Taking Rachel's hand, she whispered, "I'm yours, Rachel." She grinned at the wagging finger that let her know she was due to be punished for using her name instead of Mistress. The pair headed to the exit, where Rachel would drape a long cloak over her and take her home to an evening of pain, pleasure and service; an exquisite feast for a slave such as herself.

When Rachel led the scared Sally away, Valerie turned to Susan. "Come, Susan, it's time to play," she ordered in a gentle voice. Susan licked her lips, as she nodded, placing her hands clasped into Valerie's. Valerie led her to a private room, stopping only long enough to reserve one for the afternoon. Inside, Valerie kicked the door closed as she took Susan's hands and raised them above her head, pinning them against the wall. Valerie reached below Susan's skirt, brushing her pussy.

"What a slut!" She brought her hand up, coated in Susan's juices. "Look at this, you little cunt. Your pussy has leaked all over my hand."

Valerie held her hand an inch from Susan's face. Panting, she probed with her tongue, licking her own essence from Valerie. Her face was blushed from the humiliation caused by her reaction; the speed at which she became aroused by so little physical stimulation and the perceived accuracy of Valerie's words. She embraced it, licking at Val's hand as she shivered in lust and anticipation.

"Such a little whore," Valerie whispered, her still damp hand grasping Susan's face as Valerie leaned in to kiss Susan. Breaking the kiss, she asked, "Are you a slut, a whore, Susan?"

"Yes," she gasped, her hips thrusting forward, searching for contact.

"I want to hurt you, today," Valerie said, her face nose to nose with Susan's. Susan licked her lips, her breasts thrusting forward without her realizing it. "Can I hurt you, Susan?"

"Yes, please. I need it, ma'am. I need to feel it again."

"Come with me," Valerie gently ordered, pulling Susan's hands down. Val led her to a spanking bench, two narrow, padded slats below and to either side of a larger, similarly covered piece of wood. Susan knelt on the lower pieces, draping her body across the upper one. She placed her hands on a pair of dowels, gripping them, while Valerie slipped nylon cuffs on her wrists and ankles. The rings on the cuffs were connected to the eye bolts on the bench. Susan's ass was prominently displayed with her pussy off the edge of the bench, available for Valerie's pleasure. Susan's head was off the other end of the bench, her chin resting on a padded rest. Valerie slipped a ring gag into Susan's mouth and strapped her head to the chin rest. Valerie pulled Susan's skirt up to her waist, leaving her ass and cunt open for easy use. Similarly, Val forced her blouse above her breasts, leaving them open for abuse as well.

"You're so delectable, Susan," Valerie complimented, as she stroked the bound woman's back. Susan made a sound that sounded close to, "please." Valerie slapped Susan's ass with her hand. Susan moaned, her hands writhing helplessly. Another slap came, leaving a reddish print on her ass. Slowly, Valerie continued the spanking, her hand slapping each cheek, alternating back and forth, turning Susan's ass a deep red.

Valerie rubbed Susan's cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating from them. Susan moaned in pleasure, enjoying the helplessness of being bound and at someone else's mercy. Valerie pulled a set of clamps out and attached them to Susan's already erect nipples. She arched her back as the initial pain of the clamps hit her, resting back down as her sensitive nibs eased into the low burn of being clamped.

Valerie moved behind Susan and licked at the pouting, damp lips of Susan's pussy. In minutes she exploded in a climax that had her pulling wildly at the restraints.

Valerie ran her hand along Susan's back as she moved to the bound woman's head. "Tongue me, you slut,' she demanded. Susan's tongue snaked out at the pussy presented to her, licking at the cunt and clit she could barely reach. Val held herself back, forcing Susan to slowly drive her to a climax, with teasing, tantalizing touches of a frantic tongue. Unable to move, or even use the rest of her mouth, Susan moaned in desperation as she wanted to do more, so much more. Valerie's love of being teased overloaded Susan's desires and Valerie's orgasm rocked her world so much that she needed to use the bench for support.

Recovering, Valerie leaned in close to Susan's head. "Do you want more? She whispered, rubbing and slapping at Susan's ass.

Susan grunted several times, making pleading noises. Her ass raised in invitation. Valerie smiled and kissed Susan between the eyes. She picked a paddle out of her toy bag. The paddle was solid wood, half an inch thick. It's round shape was reminiscent of a ping pong paddle. Valerie rubbed it along Susan's rear end, teasing her with the feel of the smooth, lacquered wood. Susan humped toward the wood, struggling against the bindings.

Valerie brought the paddle down with a resounding smack. Susan moaned as her cheeks quivered beneath the paddle as it intensified the redness. Another smack followed, to which Susan groaned. Valerie continued, delivering a slow count of snacks from the paddle, as Susan's groans morphed into cries as the pain mounted. Valerie watch Susan closely, looking for the moment when she stopped inviting the slaps by raising her rear end up. As soon as that happened, she stopped, setting the paddle aside.

Susan was crying, tears running down her face, some dripping into her open mouth. Valerie brushed her hair, which had drifted into her face, back on her head. Susan looked at Valerie, desire and fear pleading for consummation. The need was there, the need every submissive feels; to be taken to the limit of her fear and give themselves totally to their dominant. Valerie could see the fear in her; could tell that Susan was at her limit. She took the gag out, so Susan could speak.

"Please...' she begged.

"Susan," she asked as she undid the strap holding Susan's head immobile, "Yes or no?"

Susan sobbed in anguish as she gasped out, "No, please no more pain."

Valerie quickly undid the restraints, lifting her to her feet where she clasped Susan in a tight embrace. "It's alright, Susan, I understand. I'm glad you said no, I really am. This is as far as you can go right now."

"I thought I could do more," she gasped between sobs. 'what's wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you, Susan. Your emotions are still so raw. I promised I wouldn't break you today, and that's what you stopped. Truthfully, I wasn't going to go any farther no matter what you said. I wanted to know if you could use a safe word after so long."

"He's dead, Valerie, he's dead. Why did he have to die?"

"I don't know, dear, I really don't know. You need to live, though."

"I know. It's so hard. How did you do it, after...you know...?"

"I had good friends. Without them, I don't know what I would have done."

"I don't want to be a burden to..."

Valerie interrupted her with a finger on the lips. "No, don't go there. Friends aren't a burden. You're staying with Sally and me until you're ready to step out on your own again. If that happens in a couple of weeks, then it'll be two weeks. If you need two years, then you have two years. Do you understand?" In spite of her earlier request, Valerie knew Susan wasn't up to being forced to serve anyone sexually any more that afternoon.

Susan nodded her head, new tears filling her eyes as the enormity of Valerie's words sank in. The two women cleaned up in the shower area and returned home. Sally was returned by Rachel the next morning and the three spent a quiet Sunday, unaware of the hidden cameras watching their every move, even the most intimate ones.

Tonight, however, more than one pair of eyes watched the feed from the cameras. The signal from the cameras wasn't encrypted and was viewable by any computer with a wireless receiver. Sally and Valerie were never aware of the signal because their computers automatically connected to their home router, ignoring all other signals from the nearby homes. Thomas Greely, however, was much more aware of the wireless traffic on the block. The 19 year old college student, enjoying his summer off, was a geek and a hacker. When he saw a new unsecured wireless signal, he thought he had a chance to steal some secrets from a new neighbor. Instead, he found a live feed of a trio of women, one of whom routinely went about the day naked or nearly so. Over the course of that Sunday night, he set up a money making web site where he charged people to see the trio of lesbians going about their day to day lives. He had quite a few people sign on to watch Valerie and the others, hoping to see hot lesbian action. It would be several days before anyone Valerie knew would see the feed.

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Thanks to Sugaro over at The Masque dot net for her work editing. The chapter is all the better for her suggestions and corrections.



Death of a Master Ch. 07



Chapter 7

The Stalker Strikes 

Monday morning came as it always did, with the incessant beeping of Valerie's alarm As Val rolled to shut the clock off, Sally lifted herself on one elbow and brushed her hair out of her face.

"Good morning, Mistress," she said as the sheet fell from her torso, revealing the still healing bruises from Rachael's play over the weekend.

"Morning, Sally. You're coloring quite nicely. Show me your ass, slave."

Sally rolled over, throwing the rest of the covers off with a, "Yes, Mistress." The slightly older markings that Valerie had left were well into their purpling stage and Valerie expected them to start fading in a day or so.

"Very nice," she commented. "Get started on breakfast while I shower. If Susan's up, make enough for all three of us."

Susan had spent the night in the spare bedroom. Valerie and Sally had heard nothing and hoped she'd managed to sleep through the night, alone, without the nightmares that had plagued her the previous week. Saturday's play at Mephisto's seemed to do much to alleviate some of the emotional tension she'd been dealing with. Perhaps the healing had started, both hoped.

After a breakfast for the two of them (Susan wasn't up yet), Valerie left for work while Sally settled in to check on the prospects for independent work in her old field. At the Delgrasi offices, June had everything ready for Valerie like she normally did. As June handed Val her appointment list, she commented, "Mary Carstares requested a 1:00 appointment, Ms. Burbon."

"I see. How does she seem, June? Is she handling the new position well?"

"I believe so, Ms. Burbon. She has a secretary already; a young man who looks to be barely out of high school. He did sound professional on the phone."

"That was fast; certainly faster than I managed to find someone. I wonder where she found him? No matter, it looks like a full day. Any word from Dutch on the exact timing of the shoot?"

"Not yet, but I'll be calling him later in the day to check." Both women knew Dutch rarely opened his studio before ten in the morning.

"Good, let me know as soon as you find out."

Valerie's morning passed quickly as she dealt with the minutia of dealing with the advertising for the dozen publications at Delgrasi. After a lunch in her office, she headed over to Mary's office for their meeting. In the outer office, Valerie silently thought June was correct; this guy was barely out of high school. However, he was dressed appropriately and seemed to be on the ball.

"Good morning," he greeted her. "Are you Ms. Burbon?"

"Yes I am," Valerie answered, letting the answer hang to question his name.

"Xavier, ma'am. I'm still waiting for a name plate," he added by way of explanation. "Ms. Carstares is waiting and said to have you go right in."

Valerie nodded and strode into Calvin's old office. Valerie caught herself and forced her thoughts to acknowledge it as Mary's office. Inside, she could see that the new editor of The Pony's Paddock had taken her advice to heart and had made the office visibly hers. The changes were subtle, but there; flowers near the coffee machine, a different chair that was a perfect fit for Mary, and a computer desktop of her pets instead of the one of Susan that Calvin preferred.

"Ms. Burb...Valerie; I'm not sure when I'll get used to that. Coffee?"

"No, thank you. Tell me, how did you find a secretary so quickly?" Valerie asked as she sat down.

"Oh, Xavier? He's a pony boy who's done some modeling for articles over the last few months. I'd had a chance to talk with him, covering one of the shoots, and found out that he'd completed a one year degree in office management. I figured, even if he's not great, I can train him to be a good secretary easier than I can train a good secretary to be open minded about kink."

"Mary, that's brilliant. I hope he works out. So, what do you need from me?"

Mary sat back in her chair as she answered. "I've given some thought to the pet product advertisements, and think I need to pursue it as soon as possible. I liked your idea of focus groups being outsourced and wondered if you could point me towards any specific companies; and what ideas you had about the actual questions we could ask."

"There's a couple of good companies you could use. You might even use both, as they have different methodologies and would give you different types of data. As for the questions, let's talk about just what kind of ads you're hoping to carry; that'll drive the questions."

"I thought so," Mary replied, as she turned her computer screen so both could see it. "These are what I'm hoping to get, eventually. With the primary focus being actual pets, I thought..."

The hour passed quickly as the two women mapped out a question strategy that would let them know how people would react to the ads Mary was hoping to draw to Pony's Paddock. With the strategy and a list of companies that she could contact, Mary was on the phone as Valerie left (it would take Mary a while yet to effectively delegate such duties). When Valerie returned to her own office, June was waiting with some information.

"Ms. Burbon, Dutch confirmed that he'll be shooting the ad shots on Wednesday. I've cleared your schedule from noon on so you can eat before the session."

"Thank you, June." Remembering something as she thought over the appointments she could remember, Valerie asked, "When did you reschedule my meeting with Mr. Falstaff?"

"You'll be meeting with him in the morning, Wednesday. Cecile's appointment for then is now Thursday at ten in the morning," June replied, referring to the editor of Second Skin.

"Good," Valerie replied. "I don't know what I'd do without you, June."

June's smile at the compliment was her only reaction as she maintained her professional mien. The rest of Valerie's work day passed without incident. She was able to make it home before Sally normally had dinner ready. Val's slave and lover met her at the door, where they embraced warmly. Valerie could feel the marks on Sally's naked back as they embraced.

"How was your day, love?" she asked.

"Very productive, Mistress." The couple entered, closing the door behind them. "I put in bids on a couple of jobs. I'm hoping to hear back early next week."

"How much time do they look to take?" Valerie asked.

"I don't expect either to take more than 20 hours of work. If I were to win both, they wouldn't take more than three to four hours a day between them."

"That's perfect, Sally. Just enough to keep you busy while I'm at work without stealing time from me."

"I'd never want to do that, Mistress," Sally whispered, looking down at the floor.

Valerie lifted the slave's chin. "I know you wouldn't, dear. I can also see how excited you are to start working in your field again."

"Yes, Mistress. It's strange. I quit originally because it felt like my job was taking me away from you. Now, it's different, somehow. I'm not sure what's different."

"I'm not sure either, other than we're not the same two women we were two years ago." Valerie looked up to see Susan, in her usual unclad state, standing at the bottom of the stairs to the second floor. "Susan, it's good to see you. How has your day been?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"Not too bad, Valerie. Last night was nightmare free. I'm still having bouts of horrible sadness." Susan's face fell as she walked to the couple. "I miss him so much," she said, her voice choking back tears.

Valerie and Sally took her by the arms, holding her as her body shook. "It's all right," Sally answered. "You'll feel like that off and on for a while, maybe years. When it comes on you, just let yourself feel it. Holding it in is the worst thing you can do." Valerie nodded in agreement, brushing the leaking tears from Susan's face.

The three stood there, Valerie and Sally comforting Susan as her body and heart experienced another round of heavy grieving. Several minutes later, Susan was able to bring herself back from the crying with a wry smile. "On top of all that, I'm finding myself very horny. It seems so weird to feel like bawling my eyes out one minute and needing a cock in me the next."

Valerie shook her head with a smile. "Not to me, it isn't. You didn't stop being an incredibly sexual woman just because...you know," Valerie corrected herself, unwilling to mention Calvin's death specifically. "Have you done anything about the feelings?"

Susan blushed, and realizing she had done so, blushed even more at the thought of the formerly uninhibited slave becoming embarrassed at someone talking to her about her sexuality. "No," she was finally able to answer. "Sally seemed too busy to ask."

Sally smiled, her head shaking. "Susan, feel free to ask whenever you're feeling the need.' With a wink, Sally added, "I have permission to play with you whenever," in a conspiratorial whisper.

Susan looked at Sally's body, noticing for the first time her signs of arousal, the stiffness of her nipples and that first blush of color in her cheeks. Susan's hand reached out to stroke Sally's arm. Sally let herself be drawn into an embrace. Valerie chuckled, speaking over her shoulder as she turned towards the kitchen. "Go on you two. Have some fun and I'll work on dinner."

The two naked women embraced closer, kissing deeply as their hands roamed over each others' bodies. When their embrace broke, Susan whispered, "I need to be fucked, Sally. Please fuck me."

It'll be a pleasure," Sally replied, her eyes gleaming with desire. She kept hold of Susan's hand and led her to the bedroom. Sally, well experienced in reading the desires of submissive lovers having started in the lifestyle as a switch), could tell what Susan wanted but hadn't stated explicitly. She guided Susan to lie at the end of the bed, her arms outstretched. From the toy box they kept under the bed, Sally strapped black, leather cuffs to Susan's wrists. Ropes were tied between the cuffs and the head of the bed. Sally put a padded spreader bar between Susan's knees, forcing her legs to remain open, and secured it to the bed frame to prevent Susan from seeking her own pleasure against the bed..

Once Susan was secured, Sally started caressing the woman's body with light touches. Susan writhed under the sensual contact, her body becoming increasingly needy as Sally went about her pleasant task. Soon Susan was trying to thrust her ass and pussy out in search of contact of some kind. She was moaning and tugging at the cuffs on her wrists. She looked back over her shoulder, pleading with her eyes. Calvin had trained her to not plead out loud unless invited to.

Sally, worked up herself, pulled the strap on from the box, inserting the shorter end in her own pussy. She rubbed the long end, an eight- inch long latex cock, against Susan's cunt, teasing her with a lack of the penetration she desperately wanted. Only when Susan had been reduced to a whimpering mess, did Sally thrust the cock she wore home, penetrating Susan with all eight inches. Once she entered Susan, she wasted no more time with teasing, but fucked her with hard, fast strokes; her hips twisting to give her own cunt and clit the stimulation she needed for her own desires.

Susan thrust back as much as she could given the extent of her bindings. Her well teased body responded sharply to the sensations being inflicted upon it and her climax arrived quickly, and hard. Sally didn't stop just because Susan came, but continued her fucking until her own orgasm hit her, with Susan's second following seconds later.

Both women recovered slowly, Sally lying atop Susan. Sally reached forward and undid the Velcro on the wrist cuffs, letting Susan flex her arms for the first time in nearly half an hour. She extracted herself and removed the strap on, before releasing Susan's legs from the bound spreader bar.

"We should shower, Susan."

Rolling over slowly, Susan nodded her head in acknowledgement. The pair took a quick shower before joining Val for dinner. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, bringing the morning in short order. Valerie, as she parked her car, noted that Mary's car was already on the lot. "Strange," she thought to herself, "she was here later than I was and returned before me."

As she entered her office area, she asked, "June, do you know when Mary arrived?"

"No, ma'am. She was already here when I arrived. She even beat her secretary in," Val's assistant answered, concern evident in her voice.

"Not good, so not good. If she's not careful, she'll burn herself out. Keep an eye and ear open. I don't want to lose her." As Val entered her own office, she muttered under her breath, "She needs to take care of herself."

Any empty time Valerie had had at the start of the week was gone now; lost in the flurry of rescheduling to make time for attending the photo shoot at Dutch's. Mary faded from Val's mind for the rest of the day. It was only as she was leaving, that Mary returned to Valerie's attention when she saw the new editor's car still in the parking lot. Valerie turned around and walked to Mary's office, finding the inner office door shut and Mary's secretary gone. Valerie walked in without a word. Mary looked up, dark circles under her eyes.

"Mary, if you look like this on Tuesday, I shudder to think of what you'll look like by the end of the week." Valerie took a seat in front of the desk. "What's going on?"

Mary sighed heavily, her breath rushing out as if forced by a bellows. "There's just so much that needs to be done. I don't know where he found the time to do it all."

Valerie shook her head sadly. "I seriously doubt that there's much that needs to be done in one day." Valerie looked at the paperwork Mary was working on. "Like this, for instance. The budgets aren't due for another week. You don't need to have your projections done tonight..." Valerie suddenly thought of something. "Wait a minute. Mary, isn't this something you did for Calvin? Why haven't you let your secretary handle that?"

Mary leaned back in her chair, shaking her head. "I'm responsible for the budget for Pony's Paddock. It's not right to shove it off on someone else."

Valerie stood up, deftly shoving Mary's name plate into the folder and closing it. "Mary, that's called delegating. Good Lord, Mary, do you honestly think I go over each and every number in my budget? That's what I have June for. That's one of the reasons Calvin had you. Let Xavier deal with it in the morning. You need to go home and get some rest. You're not doing anyone any favors by working yourself so hard." Valerie took Mary by the arm, moving her to her feet. She led the unresisting woman out of the building and to her car. Go home, Mary. Get some sleep." Noticing the accumulated fast food containers in the car, she added, "And eat some real food. That stuff will kill you."

Valerie waited until Mary was in her car, then sat in her own until Mary had actually left the lot. At home, Val found a message from Charles on her personal email, telling her to report to his mansion Wednesday evening, prepared to send the night. Val smiled at the thought of submitting to her Master, and spent a good portion of the evening in gleeful anticipation.

The next morning, Valerie, overnight bag in her trunk, drove to the office to face a more than full day; so it would seem. Her morning was non-stop meetings, most rescheduled to the morning to allow her the afternoon to be spent at Dutch's. June had her lunch delivered to the office, allowing Val to eat in half the time she normally took (Valerie rarely ate in the office, a tactic that prevented overwork and burnout). By half past noon, Valerie was in her car, driving through the light rainfall that had started an hour earlier.

Valerie, arriving at Dutch's studio at one, was the last person needed for the session to arrive. Dutch was already setting up one of the frames in a cross configuration. "Valerie, good, you're just in time. You know Frank and Melissa?" he asked. At Valerie's nod, he went on. "Mr. Harris and I were just talking about the shots. I think we're all on the same page, so we'll start right away."

The session went well into the afternoon, with each arrangement having numerous pictures taken, sometimes to generate ads for different magazines with different appeals, sometimes to correct problems that wouldn't have shown up in the original draft drawings. Contrary to what the uninformed might expect, neither the models nor the observers experienced any sexual arousal.

Advertisement photography, unlike pictures destined for erotic magazines, simply wasn't sexually stimulating. A single picture in an ad might take several poses and reposes, with the models doing essentially nothing between shots. An added factor is the purpose of the photos in an ad. The photo is intended to showcase the item being displayed, not any erotic content or the models' beauty. Unless the item being advertised was something specifically designed to cause arousal, visible evidence of arousal was specifically kept out of the shots. While it was true that sex sells, it was the hint of sex that sold, not the presence of sex.

By six that night, the photos were done and Valerie had a CD with the finished shots. The next few days would see the photos transformed into actual ads By the following week, the ads would start appearing in Delgrasi publications. Mr. Harris was pleased with the work that had been done and promised to stay in touch with Valerie as the week went on. By seven, Val was parking in her usual spot at Charles' mansion.

Valerie retrieved her overnight bag from the trunk and walked up to the front door of the house. Judging from the fact that Herman answered the door after one knock, Val assumed he had been waiting for her.

"Miss Valerie, have you eaten yet?" he asked.

"No, Herman, I haven't had the chance."

"Then Master Charles has instructed that you join him in the dining room," Herman replied, standing aside to allow Valerie to enter.

"Thank you, Herman," she said. Knowing he would've passed on any special instructions, Val didn't ask if there were any.

In the dining room, Valerie found Charles and Nadine sitting side by side. That Nadine was naked was not a surprise. Valerie smiled at the casual intimacy the two shared. Valerie knew the two shared a special connection that even they were unaware of so far. Just the fact that Nadine was the first slave Charles had who was in the mansion full time said much. She knew the story of how they met would be a fascinating one when they finally shared it.

"Valerie, take a seat here," Charles ordered, pointing to the chair on his other side. Valerie sat and joined the other two in their meal. Like most meals at the mansion, this dinner was a fairly simple one; a roast with vegetables and baked potatoes. Other than the collars both Valerie and Nadine wore (and Nadine's nakedness), nothing about the meal would have told any observer that there was a Master/slave relationship between Charles and the women. Conversation was much like one would find around any dinner table in any home in the US.

Valerie was fidgety by the time dinner was over. She'd been ordered here for a night of submission, and so far there hadn't been any, at least not from her. Throughout the meal and conversation, Valerie's imagination ran wild, trying to anticipate what her Master had in store for her. The tension was broken as Charles pushed his plate towards the center of the table.

"Valerie, go downstairs and strip. I want to find you kneeling next to the table in play room three," Charles ordered. Val knew that Cherise, a recent addition to Charles' staff who had worked at a resort that catered to the sexually adventurous, would be dealing with the clean up from dinner. Play room three was the room with the medical table.




Death of a Master Ch. 07



"Yes, Master," Val answered with a smile. Even after three years, Valerie could recall the terror she used to have at the thought of lying down on that stainless steel table, her legs up and spread on the stirrups. A good portion of Valerie's early training had been devoted to overcoming that fear.

Val quickly walked down the stairs and into the room. She stripped her clothes and folded them on a storage table against one wall. She had just knelt next to the table, her head bowed, when the door opened and both Charles and Nadine entered.

Charles came up behind Val and ran his hand through her hair. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Valerie looked up at his face with longing, a pleading expression that begged to be used for his pleasure. Nadine ran her fingers lightly over Valerie's face, letting Valerie suckle on them when they brushed her lips. Charles pulled up on Valerie's hair, drawing a hiss of pain from her as she rose in obedience to his unspoken command. Charles forced Valerie onto the stainless steel table, lifting the rails into their locked position. D-rings quickly locked Valerie's wrists to the crossbars, preventing them from moving in any direction by more than an inch or so. Nadine lifted Val's legs up and out to strap them to the stirrups, leaving her pussy open and exposed. Nadine could see the traces of moisture as Valerie's arousal made itself evident.

Nadine caressed Valerie's legs while Charles strapped her head and waist down to the table. Valerie's hands writhed and pulled against her cuffs as her excitement rose. Her final binding was a blindfold, heightening her sense of helplessness. Charles and Nadine continued to play with her body, their hands touching Valerie in both expected and unexpected places. Valerie moaned and writhed as she endured the increasing arousal with no promise of release soon.

Valerie yelped as the first clamp speared her right nipple. A second lance of pain shot through her as the left nipple was similarly clamped. The pain increased as Charles pulled the clamps up by their chains, tightening the clover style devices. He clipped the ends of the chains to another small chain that was hanging from the ceiling above the table. Nadine kept up the caresses, spurring Valerie's arousal on even as the pain increased.

The part tickle, part pin pricks of the spiked wheel known as a Wartenberg wheel on her legs caught Val completely by surprise and her whole body tried to shift both away from and towards the path of the wheel. Back and forth the wheel rode, never quite taking the same path, and occasionally swapping legs as it passed along that area just between her pussy and ass. The prickling sensations caused by the dozen or so steel micro-lances on the device were almost painful and almost pleasant due to the specific level of pressure Charles used. More could make it just painful while less would make it fully pleasant.. Valerie's mind, unable to decide which the repeated encounters actually was, twisted and squirmed as she cried out with inarticulate noises that even she was unable to determine where indicative of a desire for more or a plea for less.

When Charles stopped, the lingering feelings from the wheel morphed into a pleasant warm tingle that caused her to want more, just to feel the afterglow. The sudden release of the clamps on her nipples resulted in a flare of renewed, if only briefly, pain as the blood rushed back into the recently crushed nubs. Valerie felt someone climbing onto the table above her. Masculine legs pressed themselves between her arms and torso and a cock laid itself on her face. Val's tongue snaked out to give pleasure to her Master. Unable to take it into her mouth due to the angle, she licked and kissed at the phallus laying on her mouth. Charles moved his cock slowly back and forth, allowing Val access to the entire thing, from head to balls.

Once Charles and Val had established a good rhythm, Nadine set up a wheeled table with its wheels locked at the head of Valerie's table (there was a heavy weight on a lower shelf for balance), then climbed up on the table herself. This allowed her to place herself in the doggie position just above Valerie's head and lower herself enough so that Charles' cock was prodding at her entrance. Once she was ready, Charles grabbed her hips and thrust into her. As they fucked, Charles made sure Val's mouth was easily able to reach both his cock and Nadine's pussy.

Valerie, moaning with desire of her own, licked at the cock and cunt above her, relishing the mingled tastes of his precum and her natural juices. Valerie pulled at the bindings on her wrists, wanting to bring her hands up to pull the linked pair closer to her; for while she could reach them with her tongue, she couldn't take them into her mouth. Charles soon emptied his cock into Nadine's cunt. The first spurt he left in her, but he pulled nearly all the way out to make as much of a mess on her pussy as he could.

When Val felt the first drops of cum hit her face, she opened her mouth wide to accept all she could. Charles pulled out, once his orgasm was through, and brought his softening cock to Valerie's face. She took it into her mouth and licked all the fluids she could from it, moaning in desire as the sheer depravity of cleaning another woman from her Master overcame her. Once he was clean, he pulled away and climbed off, ordering, "Val, clean her cunt and bring her off." Nadine dropped her pussy to Val's face and the bound slave eagerly licked at the mixed juices covering Nadine's crotch.

Charles, back on his feet, picked up a short, light, flogger and began to whip Valerie's legs and pussy. Valerie's body jerked with each blow as her already sensitive pussy was subjected to almost painful caresses from the flogger. Her moans gave even more stimulation to Nadine's cunt, triggering her orgasm. A flood of liquid poured over Valerie's face as Nadine's orgasm triggered her own ejaculation (Nadine was sometimes a squirter). With no orders to stop, Val kept up her oral assault on Nadine's pussy, driving the woman to a second orgasm, vocalized with cries signaling a mix of pleasure and pain from the continued stimulation of a now overly sensitive clit.

At Charles' command, Nadine climbed down, leaving Valerie's face soaked in juices that she tried to reach with her tongue. Charles pointed Nadine towards Valerie's cunt, silently ordering her to return the favor to her fellow slave. As Nadine bent to her task, Charles took the Wartenberg wheel and ran it across both of Valerie's breasts. The prickling sensations, combined with the raw pleasure being provided by Nadine, had Valerie in sensory overload. She squirmed out of control, writhing to the limits of the bindings holding her in place. A series of, "Fuck me," and "Oh my God," like comments poured forth as Valerie gave voice, albeit inarticulately, to the feelings being forced upon her.

When her first orgasm hit her, Charles said, "I want more, Valerie, much more." In the back of her mind, she realized she was to have orgasms forced out of her, possibly beyond her ability to stand. Her conscious mind, however, wasn't even aware of Charles' words; but was simply trying to cope with the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing. Only later would she realize that her legs had been aching from trying to repeatedly close against the bonds holding them up and open. She screamed at the top of her lungs when her second climax hit. When Nadine forced a third orgasm from her, she started to plead for an end to the pleasure.

Valerie was covered in sweat, as well as Nadine's and her own pussy juices. Her lungs were heaving as they tried to fill the intense demands for oxygen being made on them. All the while, Charles ran the pinwheel over her breasts, occasionally right over the top of her erect nipples. Nadine's tongue now felt like a fine grit sandpaper on Val's clit and the spikes of the wartenberg felt like nails being driven into her tits. She was openly weeping as she pleaded in a whispered voice for an end to the torment she was enduring.

Charles lifted her blindfold off and leaned in close to her head. "One more, Valerie. I want one more orgasm from you."

"Please, Master," she replied, "please, no more."

"One more, Nadine, and make it hard." he ordered.

As Val wailed in agony, Charles kissed her with a wide open mouth, swallowing her cries. He could feel her body struggling against the renewed assault as Nadine brought her hands into play, plunging fingers into Valerie's pussy and stimulating her g-spot in addition to her clit. Nadine was nearly brutal in the hand fucking she gave Val. Valerie's body shuddered under the near rape while she helplessly responded to Charles' kiss with her tongue dancing alongside his. Her back tried to arch as the painful ecstasy of her fourth orgasm in less than half an hour was pulled out of her.

As she started to come down from her climaxes, Charles and Nadine continued to hold her, now without any overt stimulation, to help her ease back from the intensity they had inflicted upon her. Val's body went limp with relief at the ending of the overwhelming sensations. Gradually, her breathing settled into a more sedate pace. Once she was lying peacefully, Charles released her and removed the blindfold. She gave him a sheepish smile.

"Are you okay, Valerie?" he asked.

"Yes, Master. I just seem to always be surprised when you pull orgasms from me like that. Knowing it's happened before doesn't seem to help much." She lay her head back on the table, sighing. "I'm really worn out too," she added.

"I'm not surprised," Nadine commented. "Orgasms can be hard work. Here, let me help you to the shower," she offered, taking Val's hand as she did.

Both Charles and Nadine helped the exhausted Valerie clean up before putting her to bed for the night. She woke the next morning with that pleasant soreness that reminds her of time spent under the hand of her Master. Charles had already left for his office; needing to be in early to monitor events on some foreign stock exchanges. Nadine joined Valerie for breakfast.

They engaged in some small talk for a short while, but Valerie could sense that there was something on Nadine's mind that she was hesitant to bring up.

"Nadine, are you all; right? Is there anything wrong?" she inquired.

She looked up with her eyes glistening with tears. "I...I don't want everyone to hate me. I didn't mean to."

Valerie smiled, a suspicion forming in her mind. "Nadine, my dear sub, I very much doubt that you could do anything to make everyone hate you. I suspect you're overreacting. Come on, out with it."

Nadine looked down at her plate, her hands moving with agitation in her lap. "I think I've fallen in love with Charles," she admitted, looking up to Val's face.

"Well, it's about time one of you realized that." At Nadine's shocked expression, Valerie added, "Girl, I suspect every one of Charles' slaves knew you two were either in love of getting there for some time now. You do realize that you're his first live in slave, ever?" At her shaking head, Valerie continued. "He's had subs spend the night, or the weekend, but he's never had one stay in the mansion, in submission, for as long as you've been here. You're very special; to both him, and the rest of us. We certainly aren't going to hate you for falling in love with him."

"You're happy about it? But I thought there would be jealousy, or something like..."

"Nadine, if anyone was stupid enough to be jealous of one of Charles' other slaves, they wouldn't last long here, would they. Tell me, assuming this goes to the logical point and you two marry, are you going to be jealous of me when your husband fucks me while I'm strapped to the rape bench?"

"Of course not! He'll be my Master still. I can't set limits on him."

"Exactly, my dear. Neither would any of us. One of the requirements for being his slaves is the ability to accept that there is no expectation of monogamy on either side. No one is going to be jealous of Master finding his soul mate."

Nadine sat back, the tension leaving her body as she realized how silly her worries had been. As she left, Valerie turned towards Nadine again. "Some day, you're going to have to tell me just how you two met. But, now's not the time."

The light rain that had started yesterday afternoon had remained a drizzle into the morning, just enough to dampen the exposed pavement. The first thing she noticed as she climbed out of her car at the office was the dry pavement beneath Mary's car. Shaking her head, Val made her way to her office where June was laying out the preparations for the upcoming busy day of rescheduled appointments.

"June, how long before my first?"

"Good morning, Ms. Burbon. You're a little early; there's about 45 minutes, though you're going to want a few to look over some data before Mr. Phillips arrives."

"Good. I'll be with Mary."

"I noticed her car hadn't left the lot overnight. I she going to be okay?" June asked with concern for the former secretary she'd grown fond of.

"That's going to be up to her. She needs to take better care of herself."

Valerie strode purposely down the Delgrasi halls until she was at Mary's office. Xavier was at his desk, working on his computer. "Ms. Burbon. I don't think she's ready to see anyone this morning."

"I imagine not, but I'm going to see her anyway.," she responded, not even stopping or giving the young assistant a chance to interrupt her. Inside the office, she found the former secretary trying to apply makeup over dark circles under her eyes. Her business outfit was wrinkled, as if it had been slept in, and her hair was matted on one side. Gently closing the door, Val sat down before the clearly exhausted woman. "You don't have the right foundation to cover up the bags; you'll just make it look worse."

Mary set her compact down and leaned back with a sigh. "I fell asleep at my desk. There's just so much to do. I don't know how he survived."

"He survived by not trying to do everything himself. He delegated things; mostly to you. Tell me, of all the things you have to get done, how many of them are things you did for him when you were the secretary?"

Mary leaned back and closed her eyes. Clearly whatever sleep she'd gotten the previous night hadn't been enough. "About half," she answered, opening her eyes after a minute.

Seemingly changing the subject, Val asked, "Why did you hire such an incompetent secretary?"

"What," Mary asked incredulously. "Xavier isn't incompetent."

"You're treating him as if he was. Mary, you've been trying to do both your new job and his job at the same time. Almost everything you did for Calvin is something Xavier should be doing for you now. That's why you hired him.. Valerie leaned forward, arms on the desk, an earnest look on her face. "Mary, you represent Delgrasi publishing, and The Pony's Paddock in particular. What are people going to think when they see you like this? Is this the face you want advertisers and potential writers to think of when they think of your magazine?" she asked, picking up and holding her own compact's mirror to her face.

Mary shook her head, taking the compact and closing the less-than-ideal image it showed her. "You're right, Valerie. It's even worse at home. I've taken so much work home that my house is a mess. I'm probably going to have to call a service to get the housework caught up. Even when I don't take work with me, I'm so worn out that I don't want to cook, clean...anything."

"I know how that feels. Fortunately, I have Sally at home, taking care of all of those little details." Valerie's face froze as a though tried to form, but she lost it and shook her head. "Get through the day, Mary and stop trying to do everything. Let Xavier do the job you hired him for. No one wants to have to replace you right after you got started."

Valerie left, hoping her talk had drummed some sense into the former secretary. The rest of the day was as busy as Wednesday had been with all the rescheduled appointments mixed in with the ones that had already been listed for Thursday. She also managed to tag the photos to the ads they were intended for and send them off to the ad department with the expressed hope that they would have proofs ready by early next week.

When she arrived home, Sally met her at the door with a big hug and a passionate kiss. Once the two came up for air, Valerie asked, a glint in her eye, "Guess what?"

"Oh...you're pregnant?" Sally answered with the most outlandish thing she could think of.

"No, silly. It seems that Nadine is in love with Master."

"Well, duh. Everyone knows that."

"Well, apparently she's been scared that everyone would hate her for it."

Sally's face scrunched in confusion. "Hate her? How in God's name did she come to that conclusion?"

"I didn't ask. She knows better now." Valerie turned towards Susan who was sitting in the living room. "Susan, how have you been?"

"Not too bad, actually." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I was thinking I might go to Mephistos tomorrow, alone."

"Are you sure you're up to it?"

"I think so. I want to find out. I probably won't play; and if I do, I'll only do so with someone I already know real well. I feel like I need to start living again."

Valerie stepped over to her and sat down beside her. "You're absolutely right, Susan. You need to start living. It'll be good for you, I'm sure. If you end up going home with anyone, call and let us know, okay?"

"I will, Valerie, I promise."

Valerie turned towards Sally again. "So, have you gotten any jobs yet?"

"Not yet, though I did put in bids on a few more. I'm hoping to hear back from some of the early ones soon."

"You know, my little slave. While Susan's out tomorrow, we should play," Valerie added with a smile.

"I'd love that, Mistress."

"In fact, we'll go out to Gatsby's for dinner, and then home to the dungeon."

Sally smiled and looked down demurely. "If that pleases you, Mistress."

As was their normal routine when anticipating a date with each other, Sally and Valerie spent the rest of the evening lightly teasing each other so they'd be well and truly ready for the following night. The morning passed in a blur and Valerie left for work with a sense of anticipation. As usual, June had left her late afternoon time slots open in case Val had any last minute plans. Thus, Valerie was able to leave by 4:30 to arrive to dress and pick up Sally at five (Susan had already taken a cab to the club).

"You look very delectable, my little slave," Valerie commented appreciatively at Sally's choice of clothes. Sally was dressed in a blue skirt that came down to an inch above her knees with a lighter blue blouse that was thin enough that anyone seeing her would know she had no bra on. Sheer stockings, held in place by garters, covered her legs. Four inch heels graced her feet, held on by a series of straps that wrapped around her lower leg.

"Thank you, Mistress. You're lovely yourself."

Valerie had chosen a black ankle length dress with deep cleavage and side slits up to her knees. Hoping to get some dancing in, she'd worn comfortable, but nice looking, dancing shoes. She'd put the white shawl back on once they reached the gay club. Several of their friends waved as they entered the club Once they were seated with menus, Valerie took Sally's away from her.

"I think I'll be ordering for the two of us, slave," she informed Sally.

Sally perked up at the feel of Valerie's dominance being exerted in public. "Thank you, Mistress," she answered. She took a sip from her water, her mouth having gone a bit dry from anticipation.

Their waitress, used to seeing Valerie sometimes order for her lover, didn't bat an eyelash. Valerie ordered the lobster tail dinner for herself and a chef's salad for Sally. She also ordered a appetizer plate of oysters to precede the dinner. Both had non-alcoholic drinks to go with the meal. Once their orders were in, Valerie stood and looked out over the dance floor. Seeing a familiar face, she turned to Sally (who, even after years of living with Valerie, was a mediocre dancer at best) asking, "Will you be alright if I dance a couple of sets with Frank?"




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"Of course, Mistress. I love to watch you to moving together on the floor."

"Thank you, Sally. Oh, finger your nipples while I'm gone. I want you on edge tonight," with a wink.

"Yes, Mistress," Sally answered, her breath coming a little faster.

Valerie's target had spotted her as well and the best dance partner Valerie had known since her husband, Mike, had died met her in the middle of the floor. The band was just starting a waltz and the two met and merged into a moving couple seamlessly. It was mere moments before both were lost to the rhythm of the music they were molding their bodies to. It wasn't long before nearly everyone in the club was aware that they were being graced by professional level skill.

Valerie didn't notice Sally motion a waiter over and whisper in his ear (while playing with her nipple through her blouse, to his obvious pleasure). The waiter, in turn, went over to the band and slipped them a small note. When the waltz ended, the band seemed to take a few seconds longer than normal to start their next tune; and it was obvious why once they started. The Charleston started up, and the only two people in the club who knew how to dance it were Valerie and Frank. With smiles on their faces, she started into the vigorous dance, on center stage as it were. Once the tune was over, Valerie, breathless from the exertions of the roaring twenties staple, rejoined Sally at their table, having bid Frank a good night with his own date.

"That was your idea, wasn't it, my little slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," she answered, coyly looking down at her lap. "I know you love that dance."

"Thank you, Sally." Turning towards the approaching waiter, she added, "Ah, our dinner approaches."

They ate at a leisurely pace, enjoying each others' company while they did. The meal was up to Gatsby's usual high standards and both ladies bemoaned the fact that, once again, the main course was large enough to defeat any desire to indulge in dessert. When they left, Valerie was holding onto Sally with a possessiveness that made Sally shudder in pleasure.





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"Ms. Thatcher," officer Phillips added, as they were leaving, "do you suppose that the next time I see you professionally, it could be for something minor, like a speeding ticket?"

"I'll do my best, officer, I'll do my best."

Valerie, who had, by now, woken up feeling nauseous, asked, "What the hell happened?"

"It was that creep, Sydney, from the pony girl show. Apparently, he's had cameras watching us for weeks. He, if you can believe him, super glued the links so the quick releases wouldn't work."

"Oh, Sally, I'm so sorry. I should have checked them. It's my fault..."

Sally smiled as Charles gave Valerie the same lecture he'd given her. "I said the same thing, Mistress. Master won't hear anything of it."

"The two of you are coming home with me. I don't want you in this house until the police have found and removed those damned cameras. Where's Susan, by the way?"

"She's spending the weekend with Fred and Daphne. With all that's happened to her with Calvin's death, I'm glad she wasn't here to be attacked as well."

"I agree. Come on, slaves, get up and dressed. I'm taking you home and putting you to bed."

Valerie had to move slowly due to the lingering effects of, what turned out to be, chloroform poisoning, but they soon found themselves in Charles' car, heading back to his mansion. On the way, Sally called the police and let them know where they would be for the next few days for further interviews, if needed.

Nadine and Herman met them at the door and assisted the two women upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms. Once the two were safely in bed (both realized how exhausted the events had left them), Nadine took Charles aside.

"Master, I was watching the whole thing on the live feed, and the most curious thing happened. The feed stopped as soon as the police showed up, and within minutes, the web site no longer existed. That couldn't have been the attacker. I don't think it was an accomplice either. I mean, someone in on the attack would have cut the feed before the attack. Maybe the attacker was just an opportunistic bastard."

"No, according to Sally, it was someone they'd had an encounter with at the pony girl fair. I'm sure he was the one who set up the cameras."

"But that means...Master, the web host, maybe he's the opportunistic one. You don't suppose he found the signal and decided to take advantage of it?"

"That might be the case. Ordinarily, I'd be upset with whoever he or she is, but if he hadn't, Valerie and Sally would have suffered much more than they did."

"Do you think they'll ever find out who put the site up?"

"I have every intention of finding out myself. I have some pretty good tech people working for me. Come on, slave, I don't want to sleep alone tonight."

"Yes, Master."





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"How do I force my boss to do anything?"

"By applying the old saying that it's easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission. Now, until Ms. Carstares begins to let you do all of what she hired you for, you'll have to put in some extra time. Come in earlier than normal, stay later than normal, and do the things she should be having you do but doesn't."

Xavier nodded slowly. "Yes, I could do that for a while. I'm worried about her. She's tired all the time. I don't think she's getting much sleep."

"Do what you can, Xavier. Ms. Carstares has a good head on her shoulders. I think it's the shock of Mr. Freshin's death and the sudden elevation of her position. Just help her get past this."

"I will, June. Thank you for the advice and encouragement. I'd better get back to work."





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Sally shook her head, trying to fight the urge to plead for release. Deep breaths, or at least as deep as the corset allowed her, came from her as she pulled against the bindings and closed her eyes against the need. She snapped them open again when she heard Rachel. "Giggy, strip down and sit here, will you my pet?"

"I'd love to," the large woman answered. Sally watched, with a deer in the headlights expression, as Giggy removed her clothes and lay across Rachel's lap. As Rachel started to caress and tease Giggy, Valerie went back to work on Sally. Both slaves were fondled to the edge of their climaxes, but when Valerie stopped Sally from cumming, Rachel went on, giving Giggy an orgasm and encouraging her to be quite vocal about it.

"Keep your eyes open, Sally. Look at how Giggy is enjoying herself. I'll bet you want some of that for yourself, don't you?" Valerie pitched her voice with a lustful sneer, deliberately taunting Sally. Sally strained at her bindings without answering. She fought the desire to beg, plead for release. She groaned lightly as her arousal dipped back from the edge.

"You want to beg, don't you, slave." Valerie said, rather than asked. When Sally shook her head slightly, Valerie started caressing her again. This time, one of her hands made repeated trips from Sally's cunt to Valerie's mouth as Valerie made a big production in drinking Sally's juices with obvious relish. Sally no longer had the will to fight the arousal itself. Every bit of strength was being used to keep from pleading. Her arousal climbed again as her Mistress' skilled hands played her like a fine violin. This time, her ability to remain silent failed; small gasps of "Oh, God," escaping as she neared her crest and, "No!" in response to the cessation of Valerie's touch. Again, as Sally was forced back from her orgasm, Giggy reveled in hers, writhing and thanking her lover for the pleasure she was being given.

Tears leaked from Sally's eyes as Sally panted with need. Her eyes sought out her lover, looking for some sign of mercy in this increasingly unbearable torture. Valerie let her see none. Her smile was a wicked mix of lust and sadism. She leaned in and kissed Sally, driving her tongue into Sally's mouth; fucking her face with her own. Val's hands sought out pussy and nipple; roughly pinching and twisting at the sensitive bits of Sally's body. She broke the kiss and licked at Sally's face, tasting the salty mixture of tears and sweat. When Sally started to hump against Valerie's hand, Valerie let her go several seconds before pulling away.

Sally wailed in despair. Gone was any remembrance of asking for this. She was crying freely now. Her mind, though, continued to fight the battle she knew she was going to lose. She would beg; she would plead; she would sob unabashedly. Still, she fought her desires and needs; she fought her Mistress. Sally only knew that she needed to keep fighting; to hold out as long as possible. Rational thoughts about why were gone from her mind; she simply needed to keep fighting.

It took two more risings to near climax before Sally broke and started to plead for release. Sally begged. She promised anything and everything she could think of. When Valerie started driving her upwards yet again, she cried out thanks; only to sob uncontrollably when Valerie stopped short yet again. As her chest heaved in sobs to the limit of the corset, Valerie leaned in close and reminded her, "There will be no orgasms tonight, slave, not for you." As she continued to whisper her denials, Valerie caressed Sally again, not letting her arousal drop very far. She held her slave there, able to feel the edge of her climax but unable to reach it, until Sally stopped pleading and simply sobbed in acceptance of her fate. Wit a final kiss, Valerie whispered, "I love you, Sally. I love your willing suffering for me."

Valerie turned to Rachel and Giggy. Giggy was on the verge of passing out from several orgasms. Rachel gently slid her to the side and stood. "Take your slave home, Val. We'll clean up here." One hand came up to caress Valerie's face. "Are you going to be all right?"

Valerie nodded. "She's mine again, Rachel. I'll make her satisfy me and then spend the night in her cage."

"We should play sometime soon, Valerie. It's been too long."

"Yes, you're right. I'm not sure when, but soon, I promise."

Together they helped Sally dress and get to the car. Sally leaned against Valerie's shoulders as they drove home. Her body shook every once in a while with a suppressed sob; her arousal still strong even as it reduced from her body not being played with. At home, Valerie rode Sally's face hard, forcing Sally to give her three orgasms before locking her in her kennel, bound and unable to seek her own relief. As she petted her slaves hair, she nodded her head as Sally smiled in her exhaustion. "Yes, we both needed this," she thought to herself.

As Valerie rose to get ready for bed herself, she saw Susan looking in from the doorway. Val put her finger to her lips and joined her in the living room. "How was your night, Susan?"

"It was enjoyable. I was able to hook up with someone for some play. Nothing very intense, but some nice pain on my backside and a fucking of my throat."

"Do you need anything...?" Val asked, leaving the question open.

"No, I'm fine. Sometimes it's nice to just be used, you know?"

Valerie nodded. "Yeah, I know. I'm going to bed then. I...we had a good night. Sally suffered for me. She's mine again."

"That's good." Susan seemed to want to say something else, but merely added, "Have a good day at work"

In the morning, Valerie helped Sally out of her kennel. "Morning, Sally. How are you doing?"

"Mistress," she replied, trembling as she crawled out. Sally bent her head to Valerie's feet, kissing them as a few tears fell from her eyes. "Thank you, Mistress. I'm yours again, really yours."

Val crouched, her hand running through Sally's hair. "Yes you are love. I'm not going to tease you any more, but no orgasms today."

"Yes, Mistress. Do you want help showering?"

"Yes, dear. You're washing me this morning."

Sally seemed to soak in her service as Valerie had her doing every little thing in her preparations for work. While Valerie didn't seek such pampering on a regular basis, she reveled in it when she did demand it from Sally. Soon, Val was pulling into her parking space. As she exited her car, she saw that Mary was already there. With a shake of her head, she walked briskly to her own office.

"Good morning June. When's my first appointment?"

"Good morning, Ms. Burbon. You don't have anyone until 10:30, but you should probably leave yourself half an hour to go over the details beforehand."

"Thanks, June. I'm popping down to Mary's office. Do you know when she got in this morning?"

"Yes, Xavier let me know she arrived 20 minutes ago."

"Okay, that's a little better."

A minute later, Valerie walked into the outer area for Mary's office. "Xavier, is she with anyone?"

"No ma'am." Turning to the intercom, he buzzed in, saying, "Ms. Burbon to see you, Ms. Carstares."

At the tinny, "Send her in," Xavier rose and opened the door for Valerie.

Mary was tossing the remains of the fast food wrappers that recently contained her breakfast. Valerie noted that there weren't any visible bags under her eyes, but that her outfit seemed more wrinkled than normal; much like a suit that hadn't been ironed.

"How are you, Valerie?"

"That's what I was going to ask you. Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"Yes," came the sheepish reply. "It was either that or start oversleeping."

As Valerie sat down, she noted that Mary's shoes were visible under the desk, and that she wasn't wearing them.

"What about work? Are you letting Xavier do his job?"

"He's not given me much choice, actually. He came in earlier than normal and was already doing something I was going to take care of."

"Let me guess. It's something you would have done for Calvin." Mary nodded her head. "You'll have to thank him for that some time." Val leaned forward. "Mary, let him do the job you hired him for, so you can do the job you were promoted for. Now, what's with the clothes? Did your iron break?"

"No, I just don't have the time at home. There's too much to do, with the things I have to take home with me..." She held up her hand to stop Valerie's interruption. "No, I really had to. It was the proposal for the new pony of the month contest we're considering. Mr. Falstaff needed to be done by Monday. Anyway, there were just some things that weren't going to get done this last weekend."

"Okay, I understand. I was a new executive myself, and it takes time to establish your routine. I had Mike at the time, willing to take on a few more of the household responsibilities..." Valerie's voice trailed off as a thought tried to work it's way through her brain.

"I don't have anyone. I still have to do it all myself, even when there's extra from work. I haven't had the time to shop for groceries in over a...Val, are you okay?" Mary looked askance at the blank look on Valerie's face.

"You need a housekeeper," Valerie said, almost to herself rather than to Mary.

"Yeah, like that's going to happen. Someone I could trust to be honest and do a good job would be far too expensive." She sighed as she continued. "It would be nice though. I was on my feet so much, catching up on a weeks worth of cleaning that my feet haven't waited for the end of the day to start hurting. What I wouldn't give for a foot rub at the end of the day."

"Mary, what if you had a live in servant; someone who would deal with all your house work, cook, clean, all that stuff? What if you had someone living with you that would make sure that you never get a week behind in your shopping? What if you had someone who would do all that for free, because they needed to be able to do it?"

Mary gave a snort. "I'd be in heaven. But, be serious, Valerie. There's no one who would wait on me hand and foot for free, like some kind of sl..." Mary's mouth dropped open as she realized where Valerie was going. Shaking her head, she said, "No, Valerie. I can't do that. She can't expect that of me. I'm not bisexual or lesbian. I'm not a dominant. I'm certainly not sadistic. I like her but I can't be Susan's Mistress."

Valerie shook her head. "I don't think you'd have to be. I'd have to talk with her first, but I think all she'd want is to be of service to you. Her submissiveness, her masochism, she can meet those needs at Mephisto's, or even visiting Master or myself."

"I don't know, Valerie. I was trained by her when I first started, remember? She has serious slave needs."

"Yes, and maybe later she'll have to leave to have them met. But it's too early, I think, for her right now. For now, if all she did was to be your personal servant at home, would that help?"

"Well of course it would. I'd be able to relax at home and truly recover from the day." She added in a barely audible whisper, "And a foot rub at night wouldn't hurt either."

"Let me talk to Susan. I have to go. Think about it, will you?"

"Okay, I will. But, no sex, no BDSM. I have nothing against them, but they're not me."

Valerie's day was full. In spite of needing the day off, she still had to catch up on the things that needed her attention. Excellent secretaries such as June, with a talent for organizing and knowing just what was critical and what could be put off, are the primary reason executives are able to take time off like that. Valerie had no worries about falling behind on what needed to be done.

That evening, Valerie arrived just in time for dinner. A sense of normalcy had settled back into the house. Sally had put in a few more hours of work after dealing with her household responsibilities. Valerie could tell, however, that Susan was feeling antsy again, and suspected she knew the reason. Afterwards, while Sally was dealing with after dinner clean up, she sat next to Susan in the living room.

"Susan, what's bothering you?" she asked.

Susan looked at Valerie, surprise showing on her face. "Is it that obvious?"

"Perhaps not to just anyone, but I've known you for years and you've been living here for nearly a month." Valerie gave a wry smile. "I'd like to think that I wasn't totally blind to the people around me; especially the ones I care about."

Susan's head bowed in embarrassment. "Thank you, Valerie. As for what's bothering me, I'm not sure. I feel incomplete. The weekend with Fred and Daphne was great; it filled a need I hadn't realized I had. But, it's like it's already wearing off. Does that make sense?"

Valerie took hold of Susan's shoulders, her grip gentle yet firm. "Of course it does, Susan. They saw your need to serve others. That's been, I think, as much a part of your submission as the control, the sex, the hard use you've lived with, thrived with. You can get the pain, the use, the sex, all of that at Mephisto's. You can't get your service needs filled there; at least not very well."

"But, what can I do? I don't want to take that from Sally; she needs that as much as I do. I'm not ready to look for another owner. It's too soon. Maybe in a year or two."

"I know, that's all true. But, I think I know how we can kill two birds with one stone. Do you remember Mary Carstares?"

"Of course," Susan said with a smile. "She rescued me from having to be his secretary."

"She was promoted to Calvin's position."

"I'm glad for her. Calvin always spoke highly of her. She was very accepting of our play at the office too; especially for someone who isn't into the lifestyle herself."

"She's being overwhelmed by the job. She's putting in so much work that she's having to choose between getting things done at home or getting enough sleep. She needs someone to help her out at home."

"You think I should...Valerie, she won't have me as a slave?"

"Susan, she doesn't need a slave; certainly not like Calvin did. What she needs is someone to keep her house clean, fix her meals, do the shopping, maybe even give her backrubs at night. She needs someone to give her purely mundane, vanilla if you will, service; the very thing you're needing to be able to give."

Susan's mouth was open slightly as she processed Valerie's words. As she did, she felt strangely at peace with the idea. It simply felt right; much like going home with Fred and Daphne had on Friday. She realized that Calvin had liked Mary so much because they were very much alike in their approach to work. "Of course, she's overworked," Susan thought to herself. "She's doing just what my Master did. But he had me to take care of everything else." In a flash of inspiration, she realized what she had to do.

"Valerie, I think I have to serve her. In a way, it would be the last service I give to...my Master. Calvin would want me to do this for her; to help her keep his magazine great."

"I think you're right, Susan. That's something he'd want you to do. Not only will that help his successor keep up The Pony's Paddock, but it would help you to move past his passing."

"Will Ms. Carstares let me?"

Valerie smiled at Susan's instinctive change in her referring to Mary. She truly had a slave's heart; a servant's heart. "Yes, as long as she knows there won't be any expectations of sex or BDSM from her, she will." After a few seconds, Valerie added, "I think she'll want to know that she's not keeping you from meeting those needs as well. She'll insist you take time off for play, I suspect."

"I won't have any problem with that. Now that I've begun to play again, I don't want to give it up."

"Good, I'll find out if you can talk with her tomorrow and give you a call. You two can work out the details between yourselves."

Val left Susan to join Sally in the kitchen. She sat on a stool and watched her lover do her chores. There was a palpable sense of contentment radiating from Sally as she worked. In the past, even though Sally was Valerie's slave, Valerie had shared the household chores with her; albeit with Sally doing the lion's share. Ever since Valerie had broken Sally two weeks ago, that had not been the case. There was a greater sense that Valerie was truly a slave owner now. Valerie had felt since that night a need to not be easy on Sally in her expectations. Sally had a matching need to be more fully the servant in their relationship.

Both women had, that night, realized that they were changing again. Now, Valerie was sure just what kind of change it was. The first time change had come to them, it had been Sally's need to be fully Valerie's slave; a submissive with no safe word. The couple was now moving into an even deeper version of that kind of relationship. Valerie knew that as the months progressed, she would consult with Sally less and less about decisions that affected them. Already, Sally was offering her opinions less; trusting Valerie more and more to do what was best for the two of them. Valerie also realized that she was becoming increasingly comfortable with taking on that responsibility.

When Sally was done, the three spent an hour watching TV, Sally sitting on the floor between Valerie's legs. Valerie would, occasionally, unconsciously run through Sally's hair, enjoying the feel of the locks sliding between her fingers. Sally would gently lean into each caress at first, then pull away slightly as Valerie's hand pulled back.

The next morning, Valerie stopped in at Mary's office. "Xavier, does Mary have any open appointments today?"

After a quick look at her schedule, he replied, "Yes, she's free between 1:00 and 3:00. Do you need to see her?"

"No, put Susan down for half an hour and then ring my home number and let her know when she's down for."

"Susan who, and it's about...?" he asked as he started to fill in a slot in the computer.

"Susan Thinkle. Mary knows her and, they need to work some personal things out."

Xavier hesitated and looked at Valerie with a questioning gaze. "Ms. Burbon, I'm not sure..."

Valerie blinked, then a sheepish look crawled onto her face. "Xavier, you're absolutely right. Check with Mary, she'll know what she needs to talk to Susan about and can give you the okay to schedule the appointment. My apologies; I was out of line."

"Thank you, Ms. Burbon. I'll check with her right away."

Valerie returned to her own office and settled into her day. After lunch, June buzzed her with a phone call. "Ms. Burbon, you have a phone call from Mr. Harris of Restrained Passions."

"Thank you, June, I'll take it in here." Picking up the phone, Valerie greeted him with, "Mr. Harris. It's a pleasure to here from you. How can Delgrasi help Restrained Pleasures."

The clearly enthused voice of Harris came through with some volume. "Ms. Burbon. I thought you'd like to know that the new ads are showing great results. Initial online sales of the adjustable frame are 20% over expectations."

"That is good news, Mr. Harris. I was sure they'd be popular, but apparently even I underestimated how much."

"Apparently there was a vast untapped market out there."

"Actually, that's not terribly surprising. Bondage frames have tended to be the more upscale parts of the BDSM toy list. Something inexpensive, relatively, and still sturdy would be an attractive draw to many lifestyle people. I wouldn't be surprised to see a few knock offs showing up in the near future."

"Oh, no doubt. But, anything that comes out quickly will suffer quality wise. We'll have a lock an anything worth owning for a while yet."

"Was there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, and I do have to get back to work. Good day, Ms. Burbon."

"Good day, Mr. Harris."

While Valerie was talking on the phone, Susan arrived at Mary's office. "Hello? I have a meeting with Ms. Carstares."




Death of a Master Ch. 08



Xavier smiled as he responded. "Yes, you must be Ms. Thinkle. Ms Carstares is waiting for you."

Susan blushed at being addressed by her last name; something that almost never happened. "Thank you," she said as he showed her in.

Mary, seeing her enter, stood up with a smile on her face. "Susan, it's so good to see you." As she took hold of the former slave's hands, she asked, "How have you been since...?"

Susan swallowed and squeezed Mary's hands back. "Okay, now. It was very hard at first, and I still feel like crying at times." Looking Mary in the eyes, she added, "I've heard you haven't been doing so well yourself."

"No," she answered, showing Susan to a seat. "On top of missing him, I've been feeling snowed under by the new job. There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day."

"He always felt the same way, did you know that? If I hadn't been there, I'm sure he'd have needed to hire a housekeeper or some such thing."

"He never looked like he was overworked."

"That's because I was there, doing everything at home. All he had to do at home was relax and maybe play with me when he felt like it." Susan looked down into her lap. "I miss that. I think that's why Valerie's trying to get us together."

"About that. You know I can't be a Mistress, right?" Susan nodded her head. "And, I'm not attracted to women at all. There'd be no sex."

"I know, and I'm really not ready for a true Master right now; at least not full time. I can play with other people I know for when those needs come up. Ma'am, I want to help you. I want to see Calvin's baby, this magazine, continue to thrive. I want to see you...succeeding, I guess." Susan leaned forward, her face earnest. "You're the only vanilla person who's ever been okay with my slavery. You've even complimented me on my welts, and we both know you really don't think they're pretty."

Mary chuckled at the observation, which was spot on. "I do need someone to help me. How much would you be looking at for pay?"

"Nothing," Susan answered, her head shaking. "I...I have the insurance money from Calvin, as well as my initial savings from when I started with him that's been building up. And, it won't feel like service to me if I'm getting paid. I guess you'd say I'll work for room and board..." She smiled as she added, "Just like I did for him."

Mary shook her head with another chuckle. "I'm not going to win this argument, am I?" Susan shook her head. "Okay, let's give it a go." Mary unclipped a key from her key chain. "This is my apartment key. I'm at 1265 Magnolia drive, apartment 213. Get your things moved in, though we'll have to turn the second bedroom back into a bedroom this weekend. I'm currently using it as a second office."

Susan accepted the key, smiling. "I'll try to have everything ready by the time you get home. When will that be?"

"I'll try to be there by six. We'll have to order out, as I don't have anything worth cooking in the place. You can do some shopping tomorrow."

"Of course, ma'am."

As Susan rose to leave, Mary asked, "Oh, Susan, do you know anything about foot rubs?"

"Yes, ma'am. I've given Calvin plenty of them. Tonight?"

"Definitely; while we're waiting for the delivery guy," she confirmed with another smile.