0 comments/ 12661 views/ 0 favorites Master's Gift By: Garth I give my sweet baby a gentle hug softly caressing her body through her robe. I slip her robe off and now softly caress her body my fingers running over her soft warm skin gently touching caressing her tender flesh. I continue to caress her soft delicate skin as her drops to the floor I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed where I lie her down o her stomach as I kneel beside her to start to massage her body my fingers working gently into her neck and shoulders. My hands move down her back slowly working along her spine fingers gently massaging then caressing as my hands slip out to her sides and over around her then move back to inch down her spine again repeating the procedure over and over again. I move down her back reaching the small of her back I start to work her ass gently kneading her firm globe of her ass my hands massaging deep into her muscles. I work down her legs my fingers caressing the back of them working down to her feet to gently caress and massage them. I now turn her over and start to work up her legs gently caressing them working up her calves to her knees spreading them as my fingers caress and massage every inch along the way. I take her right leg now gently spreading it as I work over her outer thigh massaging caressing then move to tease her inner thigh the sensitive skin of the inner thigh warm almost hot to the touch. My fingers and hands inch upwards ever closer to her groin to the ultra sensitive skin silken smooth around her lips and her folds hiding her clit my fingers finally reach there touching circling her lips teasing the skin but touching nothing more. I now move back to her left leg starting again at her knee spreading her leg as I move up my fingers dancing over her gently sensitive inner thigh my fingers finally reaching the top to again circle her lips ever teasing her there but never touching her. I can hear her catching her breath as my fingers tease and caress the outer edge of her lips finally I reach up to spread her folds my fingers reach forward to touch her clit drawing it from its hiding place to now tease it gently pinching it. My free hands reaches up to hold her down pressing softly on her breasts as my fingers pinch and softly pull her clit. I continue to lightly tease her clit pinching it then pulling it then softly rolling between my fingers then moving down to tease her lips sliding my fingers over them letting them glide over and around them but never entering her finally I slide two fingers deep inside her slowly letting them work in slowly caressing her inner warmth her moistness so fantastic over my fingers. I let them probe deep inside her finding her g-spot and now lightly rubbing over it. I can feel it growing to my touch as I caress it rubbing it up and down then making circles over and around it. I keep working it as I lower my mouth to take her clit between my lips sucking her small mound into my mouth as my tongue flicks over it my fingers deep inside her Cum my angel feel your release Your body gives in letting it go. I can feel your pussy contracting around my fingers rubbing your g-spot even more the fire deep inside bursting forth consuming my angel. She rides the waves of her orgasms not one but many small ones bursting inside her building and building then the wave crashes sending her into spasms her juices flowing, squirting out of her. I continue to tease her g-spot my tongue caressing her clit. Feel your release angel let it go, feel the fire inside building hotter and hotter, feel the heat spreading throughout you even your fingers are on fire to touch. Every movement brings more and more fire to your body as it is wreaked with orgasm after orgasm. Let it go baby surrender control to your Master give all of your now, dont fight it my angel. Feel me there holding you controlling all of you, feel the fire now exploding over and over again. The heat consuming you as wave after wave of orgasm shudders through you, you look down now on your body no longer a part of it. You watch as I hold and control it control you through wave after wave of orgasm, your juices flowing squirting your pee joining flowing with your compete and total release. I hold you there as your body shudders through orgasm after orgasm, let yourself fly now angel, feel yourself floating completely held aloft by your Master’s strength and control. Slowly now I hold you closer drawing you inside me feel your soul inside with mine as I caress and soothe you Deep deep breaths slowly bring you back down as I now gently lay you back inside your body still shuddering slightly from the last tremors of the orgasm finally passing through you. You can feel the warmth deep inside now no longer a raging fire but a loving soothing warmth spread through out you calming you as my touch soothes you more. Master's Gift Stepping out of the shower I begin to dry off, feeling the aches and twitches of my well used body. Master always uses me so thoroughly. I reach onto the counter and grab my butt plug, as I've been ordered to wear it as often as possible. Leaning a bit over the counter I slip it into place with a small pop, then catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I have to laugh a little. If anyone had told me six months ago that I would become completely attached to this man, be so closely bonded to him that I would do anything, I would certainly have laughed in their face. But as it is, this man I call Master has pushed me, stretched me, guided me and taught me. I am his slave, his slut, his whore... I am what he says I am because to be any less would devastate me. I smile again because the knowledge of His control over me makes me feel happy, safe and secure in the world. He is my anchor, there is nothing I would not do for him and tonight I intend to please him even more. I have been working with my girlfriend, guiding her and teaching her just as Master taught me. I believe she is ready to finally be presented to him. I get a little nervous, knowing that this will be the true test of what I've been trying to accomplish. It will be interesting to see how I submit to one person while maintaining control of another. But isn't that the point? The highest of compliments to Master? I walk into the bedroom to find her getting dressed for the evening. I smile and touch her face, leaning in to kiss her softly. She looks up at me and smiles back, then worriedly nibbles at her bottom lip and begins to ask the same questions she's asked a thousand times before. I laughingly reassure her that yes, Master will be pleased with her if she only does as I've instructed. I also take the time to remind her that Master's commands supersede my own. She nods only slightly and again my own doubts surface. Perhaps a little play time would be good for her? I walk around her until her back is to me, when she begins to turn around I order her to stop and stand still. With a feather light touch I run my hands up and down her arms, then across her shoulders and down her back, caressing her slowly and softly. I then surprise her by grabbing a handful of her hair and leading her to the bed, telling her to bend over, face on the bed, and spread her legs. I hear her slight gasp, this is one of her favorite "games". I then begin to let my hands roam over her ass, down the outside of her thighs then back up the inside. I feel her twitch a little and only tease her sweet little pussy with a graze of my fingertips. I reach to the dresser and grab a small box that I've been saving just for tonight. There are just a few last instructions to give my little pet. I set the box on the bed and tell her to look into it. She sees a new butt plug and quickly turns to look at me. I will brook no argument on this, Master likes his girls to be ass whores. If I am that for him, so shall she be. It's a small one, and I comfort her by letting her know that Master is patient and will wait until she is ready, but that she must begin training her ass for His use as I have. I turn around and bend over a bit so she can see my own butt plug already inserted. I push her head back down onto the bed and again stand behind her. I kneel down and spread her cheeks with my hands, feeling her tense against me. I sigh and lean in, telling her that she'll learn to love it as much as I have, then slowly drag the tip of my tongue across her tight little ass. She quivers slightly so I increase the pressure, my tongue swirling around her, pressing gently until I feel her start to relax and even push towards me a bit. I squirt a dab of lube on my thumb and rub it against her gently until she pushes back more and then slowly I slide my thumb into her. I feel her gasp and her hot little pussy begins to drip for me. With my thumb slowly sliding in and out, opening her up, I use the other hand and slip two fingers into her sweet cunt. Feeling her instantly begin to tighten around my fingers I give her leave to cum as she pleases. She looks over her shoulder at me questioningly, as I've never allowed this before but tonight is special and I'm so proud of her for stretching her boundaries even more. She wiggles her hips and pushes back against my hands until I relent and shove a third finger into her, finger fucking her hard and fast while my thumb continues its slow dance in her ass. I feel her tense like a bow then scream out as she orgasms hard... but I do not relent, only press harder with both fingers and thumb until she is panting and quivering. When she has finished I slowly pull my fingers out and slide them up to her face and watch her lick her juices from them. I remove my thumb from her ass and laugh a little at her quiet protest. I ask quietly if she is ready for her butt plug and she responds with a quick "Yes, please!". I take it and slowly begin to insert it into her ass. She is moaning before I even get it all the way in. I continue to push until it's buried inside of her and smile to myself. Perhaps I'll be able to pull this off, after all. I tell her to finish getting ready as Master will arrive at any moment. We dress quietly, not saying too much as we are both anxious for his arrival. I hear Master's car pull into the driveway and feel my heart race. I've been pacing and waiting anxiously for his arrival. Pet has watched me silently, recognizing my agitation, but not entirely understanding it. I make the quick decision to send her to the bedroom and wait until I call for her. Master enters the house and i quietly kneel before Him, casting my eyes downward and trying not to show my excitement. Of course He can see it... He knows me so well, there is nothing i can hide from Him. Master smiles knowingly and says that i might as well come clean and tell Him what i'm up to. I sigh quietly and request permission to go into the other room. Master agrees, but as i begin to stand He grabs my hair and and pulls hard, asking why i'm on my feet. I mumble an apology, and drop to my knees to crawl from the room. I turn the corner and quickly get to my feet and enter the bedroom. i smile at Pet softly, wrap her long braid around my hand, push her to the floor and begin to walk towards the living room, pulling her along behind me. I stop at the door and call to Master, requesting permission to enter the room on my feet. He humors me and grants the permission and pet and i enter quietly. I look into His eyes and see complete surprise, then His beautiful lips turn up into that smile that goes straight to my soul. Master is pleased, and if i have my way, will be pleased even more yet. As Master approaches i again drop to my knees beside pet and place my hand on the back of her neck, forcing her face down and forehead against the carpet as i lower my eyes and assume the most submissive position possible while still allowing pet to feel the comfort of my control. It seems such a thin line to balance and i hope with everything that i'm not messing it up. Master begins to walk around us both and i gather my own comfort from the brush of His hand on my shoulder, the way He pulls my hair back from my face. He nudges my shoulder slightly and i, too, press my face to the floor. I feel His hand slide down the cheek of my ass and He presses slightly on my butt plug with His thumb as He tells me what a good girl i am. I smile, overwhelmed, as always, with the intensity of happiness i feel in His presence. I hear Him begin to speak to pet in that calm, smooth voice that i love so much, asking if she is okay with the situation, if she is comfortable and happy, if i am a good mistress. I can hear the surprise in her voice as she answers, it is uncommon for a Master to show so much concern for the well being and happiness of a slave. Master stands quietly and i know that He's making some decisions. He gruffly commands me to stand and bring my pet to the bedroom. I once again wrap her braid around my hand and lead her through the house. Once there He commands her to kneel and proceeds to gag her. He then tells her to go to the corner and sit in a submission position and to keep her eyes on me no matter what. I wait patiently, wondering what He has in mind and knowing full well that, whatever it is, i will most assuredly love every minute of it. Master then guides me to the bed and tells me to lie on my stomach across a pillow He has placed in the center of the bed, spreading both my ankles and hands towards the corners. I do so and He binds me to the post of the bed, spread eagle, with my ass up in the air. I turn my head to the side and make eye contact with my wide-eyed pet. She has never seen me submit to anyone, and this is quite the learning experience for her also. Without warning I feel the slap of a leather flogger across my thighs and i moan softly. Master knows how i do enjoy such treatment. Again it comes down in a quick slap against the flesh of my butt, then my back. I feel myself getting extremely wet and moan again softly. Master is picking up the pace a bit more, setting a steady rhythm. The pain builds but the pleasure intensifies even more and drowns it out. I'm moaning and grunting, watching pet flinch and shiver with every slap against my flesh, however, i also notice a distinct wetness coating her own thighs and smile to myself. Master then slips his fingers inside my dripping wet pussy and rewards me with a "good girl". I nearly orgasm right then, but i know better and hold back, beginning to beg Him to let His slut cum for Him. He says nothing and continues to torture my quivering pussy. I continue to beg, louder and more desperately. When i'm nearly screaming for release He grabs a handful of hair and snatches my head back hard with the order to "cum NOW slut". I do, hard and fast. Screams are ripped from my lips as my body explodes with the exquisite sensation of my orgasm. At the peak of it, i barely register the feel of my butt plug being removed as it sends another wave of sensation through my body. Then i feel my Master's weight as He pushes me down and begins to slowly slide His cock into my tight little ass. I moan loudly and attempt to push back against Him, loving the feel of Him in my ass, as always. He chuckles at my useless struggling against the ropes that have me bound. I can do nothing but lift myself slightly. Such an ass whore, aren't you, slut? He asks. I moan and reply that yes, i am a complete ass whore. Master then plunges His cock completely inside of me in one hard, fast stroke. I scream and orgasm without permission, but i just cannot control myself. It appears Master's gift has become my own. Master's Gift for Her Specific instructions were left by text on my private line. I was to be attired in a skirt, tight, short and black, black sheer button-up blouse with only the middle button fastened. The red demi-bra and thong panties that you purchased for me, thigh-high stay-up stockings and red stiletto pumps. My hair was to be straight, my body, excluding my pussy, was to be clean-shaven and absolutely no jewelry save my collar. I followed each instruction to the letter, as always. Any deviation would surely bring displeasure from you and discipline down upon me. I was to bring a pair of small scissors and my new toy with me, hidden in the bottom of my purse. To say I was nervous and excited would be an understatement. Anxiety ran through my veins like bolts of lightening. You required me to be in our suite at 1:02 pm. Not one second earlier or later. Exactly. You were explicit about my promptness. This request alone was enough to set my mind reeling. "Why?" I mulled over in my head as I prepared myself. However, I learned a long, long time ago, with much correction and punishment on your part, NEVER to question your motives or orders. You are Master, I but a slave to your desires and wants. Patience has never been my strong suit and you test me on it every chance you get, and I seem to give you quite a few reasons to. "You will learn to wait for me graciously if I have to spank it into you," you tell me when I get a little bit out of hand and a bit needier than you think I should be, all the while, tanning my ass to the bright crimson that you feel I deserve. Pleasure or punishment, I love you for all if it. Snapping out of the daze I find myself in wondering what today will bring, I realize that I have only 5 minutes to finish readying myself as you instructed. I must be perfect. You will accept no less. I was required to wear these clothes to the office, so I carefully unfasten the buttons on my blouse leaving only the middle one secured. The lacy red bra could be seen through the sheer blouse done up, but now it is completely visible. I wonder how I am going to walk downstairs unnoticed. I am already dripping wet with anticipation and am sure that anyone who gets within ten feet of me will smell my arousal. At precisely 1:01 I lock up the office, being sure to bring my purse with it's goodies in it and head downstairs. I have missed you terribly. Timing has not been on our side and I am desperate with want for you and your touch on my skin. As the hand on my watch hits 1:02, I slowly insert my key into the door, turning the handle to step inside. Double-checked that the door is shut and locked, I move towards the rear office where you've instructed me to go. Placing my purse on the floor, I withdraw the scissors and my toy, placing them to one side and then take up my position in the middle of the room, kneeling, legs apart as far as the skirt will allow, my ass just resting on my heels, palms turned upwards placed on my thighs, head down. I wait. Breathe. In and out, I tell myself. I will myself to remain still and calm and breathe. There is no noise, only the hum of the air conditioning filtering through the vents above me. Nothing. You are not here, my mind is racing over all the instructions you gave me, making sure that I did not misunderstand any of them or the time that I was to be here. My breathing becomes more erratic wondering where you are. Patience, I tell myself, if you choose to have me wait then I will wait with pride, and so I straighten up my posture till I am perfect again, bow my head and wait. With a renewed sense of pride I wait. "Hello pet," you call, from the other room. Instant relief can be heard from my slight intake of breath, but I know better that to speak unless my Master has specifically allowed me to. "Please stay where you are, I will come to you shortly, but close your eyes, NOW." I do so, my breath coming in short gasps. I can sense someone in the room now, but I cannot tell if it is you and I will not be able to now, as I have been fitted with a silk blindfold, plunging me into darkness, tightly blocking any light. This has slightly unnerved me but I steady myself and accept that you will never do anything to hurt me. My trust in you is complete. "Do you trust me?" you inquire. "You may speak, pet" I can feel your breath against my face as you whisper in my ear. "Do you love me?" "Yes Master, I do, I have always trusted and loved you." "Very good, my good girl," he praises, running a finger down my cheek, over my slightly parted lips and down my neck until he finds the ring on my collar. I am raised to my feet, pulled up by my collar, where my wrists are adorned with velvet-lined cuffs, attached to each other, and then slowly raised above my head. "Snap," is all I hear as the metal bracelets become attached to the metal hook anchored in the doorframe above my head. I am stretched, just enough so my toes are resting on the ground. I am allowed a short respite to catch my balance and breathe before the matching anklets are secured, first the left then the right. I can feel leather coaxing my legs apart, slapping the tender skin of my thighs. Another snap as both ankles are secured to the metal clamp near the bottom of the doorframe. I am completely at your disposal. Still fully clothed, I wonder what you are going to do with me. I can feel your hands running over my shoulders and back, lightly like the touch of a feather. You remind me that the woman's body has over 30 erogenous zones with which to elicit your sweet torture, and you are going to find every one of them. I am already squirming with each touch. My panties have soaked through and my absolute arousal permeates the room. My blouse is being unbuttoned, even though its only one it seems to take forever, you leave it to lay open over my chest. Reaching around you grab the hem of my skirt, I feel you gather it up and raise it over my hips exposing my fleshy ass. I can feel your breath against my neck as you whisper to me if I have any attachment to what I am wearing. I tell you no. "Good, because your clothes are in my way." And with that statement your knife effortlessly slices through my skirt, as it drops, you catch the flimsy garment and throw it aside. My blouse is next, the knife kisses the nape of my neck so gently that with one swift motion it too falls to the floor. My mouth opens before I remember I am not allowed to speak, wondering what the hell I am going to wear back to the office, when you place two fingers against my lips, silencing me in reminder that if I do speak, I will be gagged. I will not speak then. You can tell my acceptance of your order and grin, knowingly. Quick work is made of my bra and panties, "Such a shame," you whisper under your breath. "I'll have to replace them soon." I am now very nude except for my collar and red heels. Again the caressing begins, only instead of your hands I can feel soft leather, so soft it feels like strands of satin run across my legs, around my stomach and over my ass, around to my breast and back down again. My body reacts as it always does to you, my nipples pucker and harden like the ends of a pencil, so sensitive to your touch, my breathing accelerates with desire. This is such sweet torture. I can hear you under your breath; you know exactly how to play me and my body. Running the flogger between my legs you notice how wet I am, my juices have run down my legs with no panties to stop it. You gather some of the nectar from my thighs with the handle of the flogger and bring it up to my waiting lips, ever so slightly parted. "Taste how wet you are for me pet, my little slut," you mummer as you gently part my lips with the handle. I gladly take the leather into my hot mouth, tasting and licking and cleaning it as I would if it were your beautiful cock. I want so badly to beg you to fuck me, to put out the fire inside and make me cum over and over again but I cannot speak, only motion with my body. "Not a chance baby, not yet anyways," you snicker. The flogger's handle is removed from my slick lips and you return to my torture, allowing the flogger to glide over my entire body. Your other hand following the path the leather takes, lulling me into a false sense of security. I begin to relax into your touch. Your trap is set. Hands! More than two. I feel more hands run over my body. What have you set me up for? I cannot think straight, cannot comprehend what is going on around me, my breathing becomes panicky and you quickly reassure me that you are still here. "Trust me pet, I love you," you whisper to me. "You have let me fulfill some of my deepest fantasies, now let me fulfill yours," you purr into my ear. I have nowhere to go. Blindfolded, shackled, and strung up, I am barely standing on my own two feet; I have no say in what is going to happen next and I have no idea who is in the room with us. You can see the confusion written on my face, even with the blindfold secured tightly. My breathing is shallow and distressed; panic slowly creeps over my body. "Trust me; I will never push you further than I know you can go. Relax and breathe." "Ok," I nod in reply, still visibly shaken but slowly calming. I can hear rustling around the room, the opening of what appears to be the new toy you purchased for me, the one you requested I bring. I am still concerned but my body betrays me, and you notice this right away, slowly sliding a finger up the inside of my thigh to take a quick dip into my pussy. "Mmmm...so you do like this, this 'not knowing' feeling?" you remark as you bring your fingers up to my lips, coaxing them open so I can suck them clean for you. I am still so confused; my head is contradicting my heart and my body at the same time. We (as women) are programmed from an early stage to regard these primal urges and wants as taboo, and yet here I am, bound and strung up in a doorframe, naked, in front of you, my Master, and God only knows who else, my whole being aching for this, my heart telling me to trust you, my mind saying 'no'. Everything is so quiet and still, I can hear you breathing but nothing else, no one else. I hear you whisper something, but not in my direction, just as something, teeth I believe, grazes my ass. Slowly fingertips start at my ankles and work there way up, making little circles as they ascend towards my ass. Sparks fly through my veins, the muscles inside my womb and ass involuntarily clench and release at each touch. Wanting, needing to be filled. You, I think it's you, are standing in front of me, holding me still around my waist, I can feel your breathe on my hair and your erection against my thigh, yes, it is you, oh God do I want that hot cock inside me but I cannot speak. All I can do is try, with futility, to press myself against you. Teasing, you ask, "What do you want my slut?" Before I can answer, I feel my ass cheeks separated, cold lube smeared on and that new toy of mine slowly inserted into my backside. "It is in, Sir, set properly as you wish." I hear from below me. "Oh shit," I think to myself, I do not recognize the voice. It is definitely female but I cannot place her. "Thank you," you answer. "You may begin to play now, and do not stop until I tell you to." "Mmm yes, thank you Sir," is all I hear. I can't hold even one rational thought in my head before the plug in my ass begins to vibrate, who is controlling it I have no clue. You are still holding me with one strong arms wrapped around my quivering waist, twisting and pulling at my already hard nipples with the other hand, applying enough pressure to cause a moan to escape my lips. I am momentarily distracted with the pleasurable pain from the pinching and the hum radiating through my upturned ass that I do not register the tongue sliding slowly from my clit, and over my dew covered lips to stop just short of the plug, still humming along deep inside me. I gasp with surprise. Someone has positioned themselves between my stretched and bound legs and is slowly torturing me with delicate swipes, back and forth, although I am tied securely, you can see my automatic reaction, as I try to grind my hips over the mouth that is assaulting my dripping wet and hot pussy. I am so close, ever so close but I need more. Two fingers plunge inside me, rubbing, probing from the inside out; I know they are not yours because you are still standing in front of me, biting and kneading my tits, rubbing your wonderful cock against the front of my sopping wet pussy and engorged clit. God I want you in me so badly but you keep teasing me with the head of your cock, back and forth, side to side, just the tip inside before you pull back. Each time you pull away that tongue takes another swipe at me from back to front, still fucking me with two fingers, sawing harder and harder. You know I cannot hold out much longer, and remind me that I must not cum without asking. How can I ask when I have been told not to speak and since I am still blindfolded you cannot see the request in my eyes. All I can hope for is that you ask me if I want to cum, only then can I answer you. When will you let me cum? When will this exquisite torture end? I have never been so full, having my hands released and now down on all fours, your magnificent cock fucking my face, the butt plug humming on high deep in my ass, and a cock pounding my dripping pussy. I have come to realize that the 'cock' driving into my pussy is not real. I can tell, your cock would swell when I clench my cunt walls around it. This one doesn't. It must belong to the talented tongue from earlier. At this point, I really don't care who is using me from behind, I concentrate on you in front of me, knowing that I am pleasing YOU, imagining that YOU are fucking your slut in all three places at the same time. I want to cum so badly, but, again I cannot ask, not with a cockful and you taste too good to give up. You must sense my impending orgasm as you lean down to my ear and purr, "Baby, do you want to cum?" A quick nod of my head answers you. "You may only cum when you feel my hot load shoot down you throat, understand baby?" Another nod in acceptance. "Good girl." Grabbing the back of my head, gently but with purpose, your cock slides in and out of my mouth, each time going further and further down my throat, you taste so good, with each thrust I get just a small taste of the pre-cum that drips from the tip. I have no chance to lick or suck you, to worship the object of my greatest desires; I am being facefucked in the truest sense of the term. And I wouldn't stop it for anything in the world. I must be a sight, used in all three holes, saliva dripping from my mouth. The 'unknown' strap-on behind me matching your thrusts one for one. I am so close to cumming now, my ass and pussy are on fire, the juices running down my legs should put it out but they don't, they just add fuel to the fire. When it seems that I can't take any more I feel your cock swell, you hold my head to you, burying my nose in your pelvis, and that glorious liquid slides down my parched throat, coating blissfully, as I swallow the gift you have given me. My body remembers before my mind that I have your permission to cum, and just as I give into the pleasure, the 'unknown' participant behind my drops to her knees to attack my pussy with her mouth. As she grates her teeth over my protruding sensitive clit, I cannot hold out any longer, the orgasm so intense, I am taken to heaven and back before the lights fade to oblivion. Darkness. I can feel you behind me, holding me, and the fur underneath us. I begin to stir. "Shh baby, relax, lie still," you croon to me. My head is still fuzzy. I must have blacked out. "Oh God! Who else is here with us?" I plead. "No one baby, just you and me, sleep now pet." Trusting in my Master, I wallow in the sense of security and bliss, knowing that I will be bound to him always. Master's Girls Her emerald eyes gazed at him through thick, dark lashes that fluttered as she lay at his feet. Waiting for him to speak, she licked her luscious lips with her warm tongue. Suddenly, without a word, he reached for her with a finger, grabbing her collar ring and pulling her to his lap. He sat with her there before speaking. "You have pleased me very much, kajira, I enjoy your dancing. It is improved, I can see that. I hope that kamra's is as good. But, every time I watch you dance, I see how much you bring your heart to it and that cannot be taught." He smiled and she blushed, her heart pounding, a warm glow seemed to saturate her body. Lying in his arms, she waited for permission, hungering to touch or to kiss him. She hoped he would use her. When his lips found hers and she felt the heat of his breath on her body, she felt sure he would take her then and there. One of his hands opened her willing thighs, pressed her mound and began to gently stroke. She closed her eyes, the pleasure of his touch causing a soft moan at the back of her throat. He relished playing with her body like the instrument it was, now tuned to his liking. The girl was his property, his possession; he allowed her these pleasures only with him. Thus she was trained, and yearned for this, and for him. This delighted him, the tremors in her body when he let his hands roam her soft, sensual curves, the murmurs of passion when his fingers or tongue explored, probed or stimulated her. She was eager and devoted to his pleasure. She willingly did what he wanted. This was her purpose, to serve his needs. He reveled in it, in all of it, in all of her. But what he loved most was that he knew he was the center of her world. He refused to share her and this was a matter of discord with his brothers, especially his twin, James. Slaves on Gor were used by others all the time and it was considered a matter of courtesy to offer a visitor the use of a girl. He never offered her. That was partly why he bought kamra, his second girl, and partly because he didn't want arriyana spoiled. His brothers already called her Princess. His friends would laugh at him and he wanted to squash talk about how he treated her. Consequently, in public he was sharp with her, more so than when they were alone. He would buy another girl on his next trip to the slave market. With other girls in the house to dally with, maybe they wouldn't tease. Still, he was not about to share his red-headed slut, no matter what the family had to say. On Gor, one girl was considered as good as another. A slave's duty was to please and obey. Whether the slave liked it or not, enjoyed it or not, was of little concern. A whip or the slave goad would ensure obedience and behavior that was suitable. His father believed that, and his brother Edward. But Steven had been mentored by Blaine, the Captain of the Guard. Blaine had taught him things about women, slaves in particular that he had never learned from his father. For sure, sluts in taverns all over Gor responded to any man that took them to the alcoves. Many young, Gorean males were initiated in the taverns where a slut could be had for the price of a bowl of paga which was much like earth beer. Paga and a slut, he had even had his first woman that way, in a tavern when he was 16. But he was of the opinion that having a kajira's body was only one part of ownership and only the first part of Mastery. He wanted it all, the girl's body and her heart, but most of all, he wanted her soul. He would accept nothing less. He looked down at his slave girl. He was aroused by her, probably more than any female he had yet known. He rubbed his hand on her mound and his forefinger slipped down her slit. Her inner lips were moist, he took his finger and put it in her mouth. She sucked. He smiled. "You are wet, mine. This pleases me. Were you well-behaved while I was away?" A slave had no name until given one by her Master. Slaves can have as many names as they have had owners. He named her aryianna, but he often called her 'mine," meaning just that, "You are mine." She knew instinctively the behavior to which he referred. "It was difficult Master, especially hearing kamra and your brother." His brother had stayed with his girls, in his house, while he was away, to protect them. He was given use of kamra as a courtesy. "But I stayed on my cushion. I did. I tried to sleep. I dreamed of when you came home. Passionate dreams always...filled with visions of you." "Did you try to please yourself, to touch yourself?" "No Master, I followed the rule. I didn't, I wanted to,very much, and it was hard not to. But I thought of you and that I would have to tell you if I disobeyed. I concentrated on what pleases you and on the kajira prayer." The kajira prayer was an instructional tool he used to train and guide her behavior. It spoke to obedience and the central focus on one's master. He found it better than the whip, at least, for her. His second girl was different and needed a more severe discipline. His First Girl had become deeply submissive to him, genuinely hating to displease him in any way. She suffered distress when anything disturbed him, and she was devoted to his happiness. He was learning much about variations in women, though some things were universal. His eyes softened as he spoke, "Excellent, on your knees then, I need release, please me with your mouth." Moving her to the floor, she slid to her knees between his legs, first looking up at him with eyes sparkling in the firelight. She loved to suck, and often did so spontaneously even in her sleep. Deftly, she opened his pants and freed his cock. Though hard already, she began to massage him, her delicate fingers wrapping around the shaft as she licked the tip and kissed it. The aroma of her honeyed juices filled the room. Excited by sucking him as always, she touched the tip to each nipple. As she did this she closed her eyes. It was some kind of ritual she did each time she mouthed him, often cradling his cock between her tits, kissing and licking him. He had to admit that sometimes it felt like worship. He liked when she did this let her do it freely without permission, rarely stopping her. He watched then directed her head to his cock with his hand; she took him eagerly inside her mouth. Sucking softly at first, she let her tongue play with the tip, but as she sucked, the pressure increased and she pressed his cock between her tongue and palate. She would push his cock back to the back of her throat, and he often wondered why she did not gag. She took her fingers and massaged his balls as she sucked, and stroked his inner thighs. He put his head back as the sensations increased, moaning from the pleasure. She pressed her tits against his inner thighs and tried to mount his leg, rubbing her clit against his leg as she sucked. She did this sometimes when she was stimulated, and would start to lose herself in her own body sensations. He corrected her with a sharp, "No...not now." This brought her focus back to him, and she continued sucking and licking and massaging him. "Look at me, mine, look at me when you suck, I want to see your eyes. You love that don't you? You've been dreaming of that, haven't you my little slut, dreaming of your Master's cock in your mouth and your pussy, dreaming of slave rape?" She moaned listening to his voice. Her heat was soaking wet and her body trembled. She knew it was true. As her head bobbed, her Master lost himself in the sensations. He was near release, and pushed her head down so his cock went to the back of her throat. As his cock throbbed, and the fluids leaked, she swallowed as much as she could. She put her hand in the dribble and massaged it into her breasts and belly. 'That's right, mine, rub it in, you will smell of me, marked with my scent." She put her face to the floor and kissed his feet. "My Master, please, please, I beg you, I beg use, my body aches for you." He was about to respond when he heard the front door and the voice of his twin returning from a dance exhibition with his second girl. He sighed. "Not now, mine...did you hear that? James is back. Put on a camisk. He may be hungry." With that he got up and adjusting his pants, opened the door to greet his brother. It was then that he noticed kamra. Her smile, her long, shiny, ink- black hair, hazelnut skin and sheer blue silk were striking. She seemed to sparkle. Her eyes, the same sky blue as the silk, twinkled in the light of the fire and the blue beads in her hair seemed to flicker as she moved her head. The bells on her wrists and ankles chimed softly. Both his girls came to his feet, kneeling on either side. He greeted kamra and found himself unable to take his eyes from her. It was as if he had never noticed her before this moment. James, seeing his brother's surprise, laughed and winked at him. "Furring, my dear brother, lots of furring. You left me here with two girls, but only allowed access to kam. She has seemingly benefited from my excesses. Look at her, her skin, her eyes. The poor girl needed to be furred. You spend too much time with your princess." Steven laughed and stroked the hair on both girls, thinking perhaps his brother was right. He had a mind to use both girls tonight, definitely he wanted kam. He wondered if his brother would stay the night. Oh well, now it was time to eat. 'Come now, make us something to eat and get me a bowl of paga, I am thirsty.' Both girls rose, to tend to their task, caring for the Masters,