1 comments/ 27204 views/ 3 favorites Sadistic Sessa By: flutterbyvixyn Driving down these streets brings back so many memories. I grew up in this town and there are so many things I could be doing right now. I pull down Main Street and turn into the ratty motel on the corner. I check into my room and get ready for my night. Pulling my hair into a half pony tail and curling the underside. I watch myself in the mirror as I change from Sirs sessa, to Vanessa. My phone is blasting music and I am losing my excitement of being back in Las Vegas. Once I've slipped on the pin stripe skirt and blouse and finished my makeup I take a deep breath and walk to my rental car. I flew here. Sir wouldn't allow me to drive alone; He almost wouldn't allow me to fly alone until I told Him this was something I had to do. You see just over 6 months ago a friend called and needed help. I helped her on the understanding that she would not only return the money, but that she was going to make her life better. I've heard word around that she's not doing any better and I'm tired of the excesses. I want what is mine. It's not about the money- it's the principal of the situation. I drive through my old neighborhood and smile at the memories. I remember having sex on those bleachers, and behind that club. I shake my head and remember why I am here. I reached out to help someone- and now it's time to collect. I turn my old town upside down looking for Alexin, Lexi as everyone always called her. I'm over her games and excuses. After searching a few more hide outs for Lexi I am ready to call it a night. It's already 3 am back home and I'm sure Sir is wondering why I haven't answered any of his calls. I grab my purse and head to the room. Striping everything off and climbing into the shower I wash way the old me. Being back in this town, with these people makes me shudder. I hate this place, a sunny town full of shady people. I wrap myself in a towel and grab my laptop. Plopping down on the bed I open it and sign into yahoo. Sir is still on and almost immediately I get a request to view cam. I accept and smile softly lowering my eyes. "Where have you been my slut?" Sirs voice is low, but He's angry. "Sir I told you that I can't answer every call and text every hour it's just not that simple. You have to let me do this." I reiterate. Sir nods and we talk a little longer. "Sir, I do have to inform you that I kissed a black man today in order to piss off his girlfriend who was just being a skank." I fill him in on different parts of the day. "I'll deal with that when you come home." He says sternly. After he tells me about what happened at home we say our good nights. He sets his laptop on the side table of our bedroom and leaves the cam on. I lean over to shut off the light and curl back up and fall asleep with my Daddy watching over me. My phone starts to ring and I am jostled out of a deep sleep. I look at the laptop and Sir has left me a few messages on yahoo before He signed out. I reach over and answer my phone. "You've got 1 minute to tell me why the hell you are calling me at 7 am." I spit out not caring who is on the other end. "Hey it's Megan; I heard you were looking for Lexi; if you want her you have to deal with me." The line goes dead. I jump up and pull on my jeans and some sneakers. I don't need to worry about how I look today. I know where she is. I grab my favorite tank, pull on a light jacket and toss my hair into a pony tail before brushing my teeth. I send a text to Sir and head to the car. I roll down all four of the windows and blast a favorite cd as I pull down the street. Megan's house is just a mile from where I was staying. I flip into her drive way and lay on my car horn. The front door opens and a group of girls flood out on to the yard. Megan is the last one out. I open my car door and step out making sure to stay on the sidewalk. "Megan." I state. I would have called her something else, but being here without anyone to back me up I calm me. "Vanessa, what do you want with my sister?" She steps closer. I stand my ground. If I move there will be a fight. "She owes me, and you know the rules Meg. I have to collect." "She doesn't have any money." Megan spits out. "She's a flake; you know that better than anyone." Megan comes a little closer. I hold out my arms and she folds into them. "Meg, look- you know I can't forgo the rules. I have a rep here and I have to uphold it. I'm not going to hurt her though. You know me well enough to know I would never hurt your family." "She doesn't have anything." Megan waves the girls away and we head into the house. Lexi is passed out on the couch. "What's she on?" I mutter as I sit in a chair at the dining room table. "I slipped her some traz to knock her out when she came banging on my door at 3 am. She got word from a few jeffahoes up off of collage that she was on a hunt list." Megan hands me a bottle of water and sits down. "What can we do to pay off this debt?" Megan pulls out a note book and pen and starts to scribble. Megan and Lexi are twins. Lexi went down the wrong path in school when her mom passed away. Megan is all she has. They are both about the same height as me; Megan has always been slightly taller. When we were in school they had long straight hair that stopped at the waist. Lexi had dyed hers black to piss off their mother, but Megan kept the blonde. Their pale skin made their ocean eyes that much more incising. I never did get to sleep with either girl. I smirk at the thought. "Megan, are you still playing?" I look over at her. Her blue eyes pop wide open and a smile slips across her face. "Haven't for almost a year." She sits up more in her seat. "What about you?" She drops the pen. I pull the sleeve of my jacket up and show her my bracelet. "Not only am I playing- I'm owned." I chuckle and take a sip of water. "WHAT?!?!?" Her mouth drops open and she pulls the tag from my wrist. After reading it a few times over she shakes her head. "I never thought that would happen, after the last one." She lowers her eyes. "You're not the only one." I set the water down and slide the chair to sit face to face with Megan. "Vanessa, you know that Lexi will never be able to pay you back, I'll take responsibility for the money. Just give me a few weeks and I will have it all for you." She gives me a pleading look. "No, I can't wait for the money." I shake my head and lower my voice. "What do you want then, because you know I don't have that just laying around?" Megan gets serious. "One Weekend; No limits." Is all I say. Megan's face goes through stages as she processes my request. I see shock, fear, anger, acceptance, understanding, passing, and then desire. "Done." Megan whispers. "Get your bag and let's go." I stand up and head over to the couch. I pick Lexi up and carry her to my car. Megan grabs few things and follows me out. "Where are you taking her?" Megan asks. "She needs a babysitter while you are out of town. Personally I don't trust the crew you keep so we're taking her to my crew and when you return, I will give them a call and she will be let go. If you don't keep up your end of the bargain I come back and she's mine." I stare Megan down a moment. She takes a deep breath and climbs in the car. I check in with Sir. :: I'll be home in a few hours. Heading to the airport shortly. I have something for you.:: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A Few Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I pull into the drive way and look at Megan sitting rigid in the passenger seat. She's nervous, and she should be. Having a no limit slut is always a treat for Sir. It's been a very long time since He had one he could do anything with. Of course He had me, and anything that he wanted to do we did- but there were something Sir just couldn't bring himself to put me through. Being in love with your submissive tends to make you feel more sympathy for them. Sometimes it annoyed the hell out of me because I knew that He would always need another to fulfill some of his desires. Other times, like after he's played with some of them, I am very grateful that it's not me walking out of the house with lashes from canes so deep they bleed, or ones who tell him no after they said they had no limits. I learned that the first night Sir and I were ever together. I have limits- I don't know them; but I have them. "Your weekend starts now. It's 6 pm Friday, at 10am on Sunday you will have paid the debt in full. Your plane leaves at 11am. If at any time between now and Sunday you quit the debt is still owed. You are agreeing to 48 hours of no limits under the control of my Master. Do you accept?" I watch Megan take a sharp breath in and sigh. "Yes. I accept." She replies. "Strip." I order. Megan removes the few layers of clothing she has on and I toss them in her back pack. I open a supply kit that I keep in the car for when Sir and I go out and remove the hand cuffs. I lock her hands in front of her. I blind fold her and connect a leash to the links of the cuffs. I get out of the car and walk around to her door. I lean down and kiss her softly. "You know how this works; I don't care how long it's been you never forget. I am warning you one time- Even the normal limits I play with are lost here. Whatever he wants to do will be done. I see her shutter. I reach my hand between her legs and she is soaked. "That's what I though; you are such a little slut." I take my hand covered in her pussy juice and wipe it on her face. I pull on her leash and she stands and gets out of the car. I walk the short path to the door and tug her down to her knees. Megan follows my lead. I knock on the door and kneel down myself lowering my head and holding up the leash. The door swings open and the leash is removed from my hand. I am imminently devoured by my Masters presences. "Sessa inside now." He orders. I rise to my feet and enter the house. Sir pulls Megan's leash and she crawls in. He leaves her at the entrance and turns to me. I lower my eyes and raise my hand showing my wrist. Sir removes my bracelet and replaces His collar around my neck. "Strip now." He orders and I remove everything I am wearing as he looks over Megan. I take my clothes and drop them in the laundry room and return swiftly. Sir steps back in front of me and smiles. "I've missed you my Princess." He pulls me into his arms and we head to the couch. I cuddle onto his lap and explain everything that happened and why Megan is here. "So you are saying that I can do whatever I want to that slave for the next 2 days?" He whispers in my ear. I nod. "Sessa, how sweet of you to think of me while you were taking care of things." He leans in to kiss me and then stops. I look at him confused. "I won't be kissing you until I correct what you did in Vegas." Sir's face grows stern. "I understand Sir." I lower my eyes. Sir taps my leg and I stand. "Kitchen." He orders. I follow him quietly. Sir gets the dish soap and the scrub brush. He turns on the water and signals for me to come closer. I walk a little slower than normal and look up at him with sad eyes. "Sessa, I hate that I have to do this- but you kissed another man without me there, and for your own selfish reasons. Do you understand why you are being punished?" He asks and lifts my head with just a finger on my chin. "Yes Sir." I whisper. I open my mouth and close my eyes. Sir squirts the soap on my tongue and sticks the brush into my mouth. He scrubs hard and doesn't stop when I start to gag. He pulls the brush out and scrubs my lips. "Stay." He orders. I stand there with my mouth open. Sir leaves the room. Now is when I think about what I did. He's right I only kissed J'mal to tease him and to make his girlfriend jealous. It was wrong of me. I lose track of time thinking about what I did and Sir returns. "You're done; you may clean your mouth out." Sir whispers. I rush up stairs and grab my tooth brush. I rinse my mouth until the taste leaves and then brush my teeth twice. I will never do that again. I check myself in the mirror as I leave the restroom and smile. I love being back home, in my natural setting. I start to head back down stairs. Out of nowhere Sir grabs me by the waist and pulls me into Him. Kissing my shoulders, biting the back of my neck. I moan and my knees start to go weak. He runs his hands over my body touching every inch with a roughness that only says He's missed me. He spins me around and flicks the bedroom light on at the same time. I sigh and lower my head to him. He is beaming inside and out to have what is His back with Him. He notices my discontent and raises my face. "My love?" He asks. That's all that I need. "Sir, I am still feeling very off from my visit to my old life- I request that I be put back into place physically." I speak soft but honestly. "I understand, and I will condone." He pulls me by my arm to the footboard and leans me over it. He pulls my legs about 6 inches apart and steps away. I am very nervous about what is to happen next. Sir makes some ohh and ahh noises in the closet and I start to quiver. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. I have never been so nervous with Sir. I hear him walk back to me and he sets a few things down next to me. I don't look it's the rules. I feel Sirs hand run down my ass softly. He can see that I am very shaken. "I love you." Sir whispers in my ear. I smile and let that take over my soul. "I love you too." I call back as Sir swings the large paddle across my thighs. The next few swats are painful but not enough. Sir gets a little rougher. Normally by now I am begging for him to stop, jumping and moving and fighting the weight of his hand. This time I stand square. My pride holds me solid. Sir watches my face in the mirror of the headboard; and gages my reaction. When pulling the paddle over his shoulder doesn't change my face Sir takes a different tactic. He knows how to break me now. Sir sets the paddle down and looks me in the eyes through the mirror. I watch his face change from my Sir to my Daddy. The difference is subtle and if you didn't know Sir you would never notice. The lines around his eyes soften; he loses the tight line that make up his lips and adjusts it to a soft smile. Daddy pulls me off of the footboard and over to the chase lounge in the corner. He sits down with his feet flat and pulls me to my knees. I smile softly and watch his movements. "Sessa, I've missed you." Daddy whispers in a soft warm tone. I smile sweetly and look up at his eyes. "I've missed you too Daddy, I don't like being away from you. I feel cold and empty." I sigh. Daddy takes my elbow and leads me to his right side. I follow, not really knowing what he is doing. "You didn't answer any of my text or phone calls while you were gone, that makes me very sad." He looks away. I immediately feel his pain. "Daddy, I'm sorry. I should have tried harder to keep you informed. I didn't mean to upset you." I pout and tears from in my eyes. Daddy pulls me down by my shoulder and to lay me across his lap. "No Daddy, please, I'm sorry." I call out. It's too late. He knows how to break me again and this is what I need. Being away from him makes me want to push and argue. I wonder if I am the focus of his thoughts as He is mine and to make sure I am- I act out. It doesn't matter if He is thinking about using me for pleasure, or punishing me- as long as he is thinking about me. Daddy also knows what my favorite thing in the world is, him spanking me over his knee with just his hand. If just in fun, or as a beginning of a scene where we try something new- it is warm and welcoming. It makes me happy. It is also the greatest punishment. Not because it hurts me physically- It's the greatest punishment because I love it so much, and I know Daddy loves doing it. So knowing that something we both enjoy so deeply is being used to correct me- makes me humble, it puts me back in my place. "Sessa, Now." Daddy orders. I stop fighting it and fold over his lap. Daddy puts one arm across the mid of my back. "Count." Is the only other word He says. Daddy's hand connects with my bare ass many times. It takes a good 50 before I am crying. That was the goal. After another set of 50 Daddy stops. He pulls me into his lap and holds me. "Mine." Daddy whispers as he pushes my hair out of my face and wipes my tears. "Yes Daddy." I reply. I kiss his cheek and lay my head on his shoulder. "Feel better?" Daddy looks into my bright green eyes. "Yes Daddy, thank you very much for reminding me." I smile and my heart opens back up. Daddy is warm and loving and I am glad to be in his arms. A few moments past. Now that we both feel whole again the excitement can return. "So, Daddy... There's a slut downstairs who is probably ready to pee herself- What are we going to do with her?" I kiss his lips and bite my own. Daddy stands and hugs me tight. "Daddy is going to have fun with the slut, Sessa is going to take a shower and get some sleep." He catches my gaze and kisses me hard. It takes my breath away and I want to melt into him again. He holds my shoulders in his hands and steadies me. "Daddy, I want to play with the slut." I whine. I know this won't work- it never has. I can't help it. Sirs face tightens again and I stop talking. "Are you sure? Can my baby handle seeing Daddy torcher someone?" He keeps his eyes locked on mine. I grin evilly. "Daddy, you've never seen my dark and twisted ways." I giggle almost too excited. "Fine. I want to watch for a little while and see what things my girl can do." He reaches back and slaps my ass. "Take her to the basement." I raise my tone a little. Sir checks me with a look. "Don't forget your place, little one. I will have no problem doling out some of tonight's activities to you if that mouth of yours wonders." He caresses my cheek with one hand. I reach up and kiss him hard, pulling on his lip softly. "There is no line that I can walk here Sir, you either get me in all my twisted glory- or I don't partake in this evening. I cannot be a sadistic submissive- I won't implode my mind that way." My tone is sharp, my words rough with disrespect. Sir runs his hand down my side and slams 4 fingers deep into my soaked pussy. "MINE?" He questions. "Of course." I whisper both in ecstasy and agony. "Then tonight, and tonight alone we will disregard protocol. You are free to do and speak as you please." He kisses me and leans into my ear. "Cum." he says no louder than an exhale of hot breath. I release and my insides explode with fire. There are no other words between us as He reaches up and removes His collar. The only time I have ever smiled at the sound of the clasp unsnapping. My mind wonders with what will be, and my soul screams. I head to the closet and pull out a few items. Sir leaves the room and I prepare myself. Pulling on a leather corset that Sir bought me not to long ago. I fasten on a harness for the strap-on I will use at some point tonight. Pulling out a few things that I know Sir will enjoy I reach for my heels and fishnets. I twist my hair into a messy bun and grab the crop on the way out of the closet. Sir is standing in the doorway of the bedroom. His mouth hangs open. "Remind me to tell you of a new desire I have when this is all over." Sir motions for me to come closer. Inside I love the fact that this is pleasing him, but on the outside it irritates me. I stand facing him and he walks around. He pulls my corset tighter and reties it for me. "Thank you." I whisper. No Sir, No Master. Tonight I am my own. "Anytime Vanessa." Sir kisses my cheek slaps my ass once more before heading downstairs. He knows when He uses my given name it makes me want to cum. I grunt and follow him down. Megan is no longer in the living room. I head to the door at the end of the hall. Sir and I have played in the basement before, but we never see a reason to take all of our interactions there. We use it for parties, or nights like tonight. It was used a few times during my retraining- but even then the bedroom was more suited. I pause before the hall and look to the kitchen. I have some ideas I want to try- more of fantasies I want to tell Sir about but am to chicken to have them done to me. I will do them to Megan and see how she takes it. I hear a scream from the basement and relies that Sir has started without me. Sadistic Sessa "So fucking impatient I swear!" I holler down the hall carrying a few items. Reaching the door I take one last deep breath and leave my submissive side right there sitting in her corner being a good girl. I walk down the stairs and look over to the middle of the room. Megan is still handcuffed- her arms are above her head on a pulley system. She dances on her tiptoes as Sir Snaps her with the flogger. I walk over to a side table and spread out my kitchen perverables. Sir looks over inquisitively. I walk seductively to Megan and remove her blindfold. I want her to see the pleasure in my face that reflects the pain in her eyes. I make sure to always look my best while I am moving around her. As much as I am doing this for my own demon filled mind I have to remember in the end I still want to please Sir. I smile wildly and take a deep breath in. "Megan." I whisper warmly to sooth her. She is in a very tight place with a lot on her shoulders. "Yes?" She responds almost mute. If another sound had been made I would have never heard her. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I whisper. She simply nods and smiles. I knew even with all that rides on this she would enjoy it. I would have never set the deal out if I didn't think it would be pleasurable to all involved. I take a jar of icy hot and open it slowly. Her nose flares and her mouth opens. I dab just a little on her clit. She stifles a scream and then a moan. I set the jar a side with a chuckle. When reaching for the flogger that Sir holds I still lower my eyes, this time not in submission but out of respect. He is still a Master after all. I spend the next few moments rosining the pale skin of my willing slave. She lets a few gasps escape but nothing to ear piercing. Once her body is flush with welts and a few deep cane lines I lower the hook and massage her shoulders. She moans a thank you and I grin. "Don't thank me, in just a few moments you will be begging to be back on that hook with such an easy task. What I have in store for you is darker than you could imagine even in your worst nightmare child." I pull her to the side of the room farthest from Sir. There we have 2 benches spaced about 4 and half feet apart. In between the 2 seats is a column of cinderblocks. I lay her back across the blocks and strap her feet to the bench. Her head rest squarely on the other and I strap it down as well. "For safety of course, I wouldn't want you to jolt straight up and get harmed." I whisper in her ear and place the blindfold back over her eyes. I have found that when the receiving end cannot see what is to come, they fear it less. I reach for a shard of broken mirror that is on the table. I remember the day this was broken. It fell from the wall and shattered. I saved a few pieces for an art project. It was amongst the kitchen items I brought with me. I begin to trace her outline making small nicks in various places with no real order. Sir steps closer to watch my work. I look to him once I reach the shoulder area. This is where I need guidance. "The collar bone is fine, don't go any higher." He watches my hand shake a little when I press the tip deeper into the skin. Megan's whimpers are just background noise at this point I don't even hear her. My mind is focused and she has become just a toy. I trace the tops of her supple breast and make a few short gashes, deeper than the nicks everywhere else. She screams softly. I set the shard down and lean down to lick the crimson liquid that is seeping across her. She moans and whines with pleasure. I look down and see that it's not the only building fluid on her. I unclasp one ankle and set it flat on the floor. I reach between her thighs and push 3 of my fingers into her. The sound turn from whimpers of pleasure to moans of necessity. I look up at Sir and smile. "She has a very tight pussy Sir, does it interest you?" I bite my lip. I love watching Sir trust in and out of women. He unbuckles her other ankle and pushes the bench out of the way. I watch him tease her clit; it has to be sore from the icy hot. Megan starts to whisper something I lean in closer to listen. "I've never had a cock inside me." She whimpers in my ear. I beam a virgin on top of everything else. I kneel down and lift the blindfold. "Are you quitting?" I growl. "No. Just sharing. This is fun. Give me more." She blinks her eyes adjusting to the light of the room. I pull the blindfold away; looking at Sir. "Tell Him." I order her as I step to the table of objects. Megan looks down with just her eyes. "I'm a virgin." She spits seductively. Sirs face changes. "Put her on the medical table." He snaps at me. I unstrap her head and move her slowly to the table. I lower it so that Sir can stand flat on the ground. "Sessa, continue." He snaps as he rubs the new entrance. I can see the excitement in him building. "I want to hear this whore scream." He adds. I nod. I pick up a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pour it into a vial with an eye dropper. I look at Megan her eyes wide with anticipation. "You are no longer tied up, therefore if you move; this will not stay where I put it." I inform her. Not moving just because is easy, not moving because you know you can't that's another story. I lower the dropper full closer to her skin and leave small bubbles of liquid just above some of the nicks. Megan freeze. Sir watches my meticulous movements. I can't tell if he is analyzing, or just processing. I set the dropper down and pick up a few large zip ties. Looping 2 of them together to make rings. I slip one over a breast and take hold of the nipple. Pulling hard and fitting the ring snug. I look to Sir. "I only have 2 hands, will you?" I smile. I could have let the nipple go but I know he will enjoy binding her beautiful lumps. He pulls each end of the zip tie, slightly tighter than I would have. We do the same to the other side. With her mounds perked up and turning a pretty red I reach to the wall and pull a retracted clamp down and snap it shut on her nipple. I watch the cord pull tighter with every breath. Sir builds this. It's simple really; He took the retracting system from an id badge holder and exchanged the cord for a small chain. He incased several of these into small metal unit, it's 4 foot tall, and only 4 inches wide. There are different types of clamps and implements at the ends of each cord, which travel the whole way down. If I wanted to I could clip her nipples then wheel the small unit to the end of the table and attach clamps to her toes, clit, anus and anywhere else I see fit. The clips are interchangeable so I could clip 4 set of nipples with the same clamps if I wanted. The item has become a favorite for use at parties. I attach the other clamp. The amazing thing about this is once you pull the chain out completely the only way for it to go it in. It has to return all the way in again before anymore slack is given so with every breath, every shutter the nipples rise. It doesn't take Megan long to figure this out. She takes short shallow breaths. I began to clamp clothes pins down her breast and over her ribs. Sir watches on, He has yet to push his cock in her and I wonder why. He is watching my every move as if I am dancing in a ballet rather than torturing a woman. I smile at him and walk around to the top of Megan's head. Reaching under and pulling her hair into a pony tail attaching a rope to the base of the table. Leaving enough slack for her to lift her head. Reaching down to the clamp tower I pull up a few alligator clamps and attach them to the sides of her mouth. The teeth cutting the inside. Her eyes roll in the back of her head when I attach one to her tongue. I lean down and kiss her forehead. I walk over to the table and turn a crock pot on high. It's always on warm, and I know that if I wanted to the wax inside would be melted enough to enjoy but I want it hot. I decide that she's held still long enough and pick up the bottle of alcohol again and pour it over her. It bleeds into her wounds and she screams. I pick up a lighter and flick it at her stomach. She stiffens and holds her breath. I light the alcohol on fire and watch it ripple across her belly. She moans from the heat and winces from the burn. I snuff it out with my hand. I can see a sigh of relief sweep across her face. I move up to her nipples and press the flame against the metal clamp. I watch her face change with the heating metal. From a cool, to a warm. Warm to uncomfortable, then to hot, then as the metal turns bright red she starts to shake. I pull the flame away and let the metal cool on its own. Her breathing gets rougher. She has put on a brave face for now. Sir steps away still just watching. He now leans against the wall and smirks with every wince. I stir the wax; it sloshes inside the bowl and is the consistency of pure water. I roll the table closer and lift a ladle of wax. I raise it less than 2 inches from her skin and jiggle the ladle letting wax splash in random places. After her first gasp she holds very still. If she moves to fast she will be stuck with her back arched or the nipple clamps will come unsnapped without warning. Either way would please me. Her stuck with an arched back is just an amazing pose, then again the look of terror as a woman checks to see that both nipples are still attached is just as appealing. I reach separate her pussy lips and push the back of the ladle against her clit. I know by now the feeling has returned. Icy hot doesn't last that long. She screams louder now. I pull the metal away and dip it back into the wax, before pouring a fresh spoonful over her hot cunt I lift the hood of her clit. She arches and screams as the wax cools and one of the clamps snaps. The blood curdling scream makes me wet. I look at her nipple and reassure her that it's intact. I release the other nipple. I continue pouring the wax up her body and over her breast. The heat again runs into her cuts and she jumps every time. Ones she's a pretty mixture of dried crimson, and splashes of white I slide the wax away. I use the crop to snap off each clothes pin. She screams slightly louder with each one. I remove the clamps from the sides of her mouth and her tongue. I can see blood trickle down her cheeks. I look at Sir and smile. I motion for him to come stand next to me. Admiring the different shades that the wax, blood, sweat, tears and even the welts from underneath make. "She looks like an amazing art piece my love." Sir claps. I smile and get an idea. "Sir Will you go get the camera while I move her around?" I batt my eyes and look innocent. Sir nods and heads up the stairs. I pull open a storage closet and remove the lazy susan table Sir had built. I've only been on it once. I roll the new stand to the middle of the room where Megan started and grin as she looks on. I lay it flat. It stands only 3 foot tall. There are 4 leather straps that can be locked in different locations with a simple turn of a wing nut. I untie the rope from the base of the medical table and bring Megan to sit. I braid the rope into her hair pulling it away from her face. I reach down and cut the zip tie from each breast, rubbing them vigorously helping the blood flow again. "How do you feel?" I whisper. She just moans. I pull the hook from above me and attach it to a loop made with the rope. I move her on to all fours resting on forearms instead of her wrist. I lock the straps around each limb pulling just tight enough to cause pressure. She purrs with excitement. I snap at her back with a flogger getting it nice and pink again. She's past the point of making distinguished noises. I'm past listening to it. I spin her to face me and look her in the eyes. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I whisper slowly. She shakes her head. Sir will enjoy that. I don't think I will tell him. I reach over to the table and pick up the 6 inch dong. Its 3 inches in diameter and perfect for what I want. I attach the cock and catch Sir snapping a photo of me. "Very nice." Is all he says. Even with her hair attached to the hook above her she spins freely. Sir stands on the far side staring at me. "Slut roulette- round and round she spins when she stops cocks go in!" I sing with a chuckle. Sir spins the table fast I watch as Megan shuts her eyes and breathes deeply. She stops with her face to me and I smile. That's what I was hoping for. I pinch her nose shut and her mouth pops open. I push the head of my rubber cock into her slowly. She laps at it eagerly. I look back at Sir wondering which hole he is aiming for first. "It's a tough choice there Sir." I nod slowly to Megan's tight round back end as I push the rest of the rubber cock deep in her mouth. Sir smiles and shrugs. "I was waiting for a gag so I could do this." He leans in close and pushes just the tip of his cock into her ass. Megan screams and tries to pull away. I slap her across the face. "Don't you fucking dare pull that ass away." I jam the cock deeper and hit the sliding lock on the table. Now she won't spin. I pull the hook system higher so her head is pulled back. Sir lines up again and I watch the corner of his mouth twitch. He takes a hip in each hand and Megan bite down on the rubber cock. I don't correct her this time. I know how this feels. Sir pulls back and in one swift motion with a groan the full of his shaft is balls deep in her dry, tight asshole. Megan screams so loud the cock vibrates against my clit. Sir face changes again; He pulls completely out of her and does the same thing. A third, fourth, fifth time. Sir continues to pull all the way out and slam right back in with full force until she no longer screams. Megan is bawling now, but the night is nowhere near over. Sir starts to thrust at a steady pace and I decide to match him. I pound into her face when his balls slap her cunt. She is gagging, crying and moaning. I know the feeling well. There is no making up your mind. You don't get to decide emotions when you are in this situation. You just react on impulse. Sir starts to tremble I shake my head. He looks at me. "Don't cum in her ass, it will ruin my plans Sir- cover the cuts face." I pull out and hit the sliding lock again. Sir rips his cock away and spins her around. "Suck it." I order her. Megan opens her mouth and sucks the mixture of her virgin ass and Sir sweat off his cock. I smile and look down- there is blood dripping from her hole. I decide to plug it for her. I pull back my hips and ram the large cock into her ass. Detaching and leaving it there. Sir pulled out of her mouth when he saw my hips pull back. Megan's scream echoed through the house. Sir reaches to his right side and tosses me another attachment. A stiffer one this time, slightly longer- and it vibrates. I click it on and my own pussy throbs. I look to her cunt. "Take it Sessa, you deserve it." Sir encourages as he slips his cock back into Megan's waiting throat. I press the vibe against her clit and she starts to shake. I hear her beg through Sirs cock to cum. "No." Sir answers before I get a chance to. I slide the vibe up and to her cunt entrance. The sensation of the vibe is making me uneasy on my own feet. I step up onto the stand and use the small of her back to steady myself. I push the long vibe deep into her, not stopping until I feel the enteral pop. She screams again, but this time she has words. Well one at least. "FUCK." Megan manages to enunciate with Sirs balls in her mouth. I watch Sirs hands start to quiver a little. I look at him and smile as I fuck her pussy hard grinding against the vibe. I lower my eyes for just a moment and part my lips. "Daddy can I cum?" I moan as he thrust harder into her face. I swear I can see the swollen head poking out of the back of her neck. "Only if you wait for me, and cum hard baby." He answers not slowing down. I watch the backs of his legs twitch and start pounding Megan faster. "Slut you may cum after Sir splashes your face." I dig my nails into her sides and thrust as she backs her pussy against me. I reach down with one hand and start to thrust the cock that is still wedged in her tight ass. Her whole body trembles and she gasps for air. Sir pulls back and I watch his hot seed spray across her eyes and nose and drips into her mouth. I cum hard squirting over her feet. Thrusting into her ass a few more times I pull the cock out and toss it aside using both hands for leverage. She rocks violently and orgasms with a final exhale collapsing into herself. Sir looks at his watch, reaches down and unclasps her arms. He leans across her and kisses me gently. "Clean her up then you can join me upstairs if you'd like." He turns and walks up the stairs without another word. I unstrap Megan's legs and help her sit up. I hand her a Gatorade from the cooler and unbraid her hair from the rope. She gulps the drink fast. I help her stand and pull the layer of wax from her body. I wrap her in a towel and lead her up the stairs. "You did very well this evening, Megan. That was very intense for a few moments." I kiss her cheek and show her the restroom. She lowers herself to the floor while I fill the bath. I help her in and wash her back and hair while she picks at the last few fragments of wax. She hums a song and pulls the water over her. I didn't add anything to the water. I want her scrapes to rest a little. She scrubs the dried blood with a loofa and giggles. "What's so funny?" I whisper as I pour a cup of water over her shoulder blades. "I feel so free like I'm floating in space, but space is full of water." She rambles. I pull the plug and help her out of the tub. "Come on sweets, you can float right in here." I take her to what once was Jamie's room. She lies on the bed and I cover her up. "Good night Megan." I whisper and kiss her cheek. "Thank you, Vanessa. For everything." She mutters as she turns over. I watch her eyes flutter a few moments before she falls asleep. I turn and walk up the stairs to the bedroom. I crack open the door and look around for Sir. "In the closet." I hear him call over. I wonder to him pulling off my heels. I admire him from the door. "You've got that look in your eye again." He says in a soft voice. "What look would that be?" I whisper and tilt my head to one side. "The one where you think I'm the most amazing person in the world." He steps towards me. "That can't be the look; I don't think that Sir." I say a little sharp. "Oh?" Sir raises an eyebrow and stares at me. "I know you are the most amazing person in the world.' and the look I have now is the 'I love you more than anything' look." I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and kiss across his chest. Sir reaches back and unties my corset pulling it from my body with ease. I drop the harness to the floor and kick out of the fishnet stockings. Sir scoops me up into his arms and carry's me to the bathroom turning on the shower with one hand. The water washes over the both of us. His hands running through my hair down my sides and across my ass. He squeezes and lifts me to my toes. "Mine, all MINE." He looks down at my face. I don't know if it's to check to make sure I know this, or for me to reassure him that yes. I am all his. I lock my arms around his neck and lift up higher. Sir knows me well enough to know what I want. He spins us around, his back to the water and life's me up. Pressing my back against the wall and holding me there. I entangle my legs together around him and arch just a little. Sir slips his already hard cock inside of my pussy. I can feel it pushing against my core. I want more. I cling on to him and pull him as close as he can get. "Is my baby a little extra cock hungry tonight?" Sir growls in my ear. "I wouldn't say a little." I bite my lip and push my hips farther forward grinding into him. Sadistic Sessa "What do you want?" He lowers his voice and stops thrusting. I pause for a moment not really knowing what I want. I want him that's all I can fathom at this point. I watch his eyes shine. I know what is on his mind. "I want to feel you deep in my core; I want to scream like I never have before." My words are like acid. He puts a hand on each side of my rib cage and smirks. "Good Answer." He pulls me away from the wall turning and heading out of the shower. I kick the handle on the way out shutting it off. Sir lays me on the bed and starts to kiss up and down my still damp body. His teeth sinking into my flesh. There's no gentle caressing, or teasing. He takes each of my legs and binds them to the post at the foot of the bed. Leaving me open and vulnerable. I feel his tongue on my lips. I lean in and kiss him hard letting my teeth scrape the edge of his lip. I know better than to bite Sir, but tonight I don't care. His lips leave mine and I again feel his teeth running down the length of my body. He lingers on my nipples a moment longer than anywhere else. He stops at my right hip and sinks his teeth in harder, deeper. I feel a small explosion of moisture between my thighs. He knows what that does to me. His lips move down slower now. He hasn't done this to me in a while. It's one of my favorite things. With the smallest amount of the tip of his tongue he flicks my clit just once. I inhale sharply and hold my breath. I hear him chuckle then he leans in and presses his tongue flat in between my already partly open lips. He doesn't move his tongue, he doesn't have too. Just the pressure and warmth alone makes my inside throb. I can feel my heart starting to pound in my chest. With every beat my clit twitches under his tongue. He pulls his tongue up and back into his mouth. I hold my breath waiting, hoping, secretly begging inside for him to keep going. He lowers his head down further and slips his tongue inside of me slowly. My body relaxes and my mind opens up. I let myself slip into a deeper comfort, and enjoyment. I know what Sir wants to do; and now I crave for him to do it. I feel 3 large fingers slip inside of my sopping wet slit. My breathing shifts slightly but I stay in a serene place. Sir tugs and twists not violently but rough on my firm snatch. "Come on baby, let me in." He coos in a huskie tone. I whimper at his voice. My legs vibrate; my whole body seems to be anticipating the feelings to come. "Daddy, may I cum please?" I plead. "Yes baby, give it to me." He jiggles his strong fingers in me fiercely. I throw my head to the bed and arch my back. My pussy erupts and I feel Sir push the rest of his hand deep in me. I scream stops in my throat and my eyes roll back. My muscles disintegrate I can't control the movements any more. Sir has me in the palm of his hand- literally. My eyes lock on his, the only thing I can think of in this moment is- Breathe. My mouth is dry, and I can't seem to remember falling asleep. I feel Sir's hand on my side running up and down softly. I don't know if I can move or not, I don't want to try. "Sessa?" Daddy perks his voice slightly at the end of my name. I don't know how he always knows I'm awake before I want him to. "Yes Daddy?" I reply with a yawn. I feel something cold on my side. "Turn over." He taps me with it. I grumble and turn to face him. "Good Morning Princess." Sir ignores my grunts and waves a water at me. "Drink it- it's good for you." He presses it to my nipple. "DADDYYYYY." I whine. "It's too early in the morning to care what is good for me." I scrunch my face. Daddy lays back and pulls me into his arms, resting my head on his chest. "Daddy is very proud of you." He whispers. I can hear his heart quicken as surly last night flickers in his memory. My face glows, and my own heart skips a beat. I melt inside when he tells me he is proud of me. I look up to him and smile. "What are we doing with Megan today? She leaves tomorrow." I bite my lip wondering if Sir is going to have me continue or take over. Either way I want to get started. "Oh My Love, I've already started. You slept in- it's nearly 4 in the afternoon." He chuckles and shifts me on to the bed so he is leaning over me. "Daddy, why'd you let me sleep so long??!?!?!" My eyes widen and growl from deep within my throat. "After your trip, yesterday's fun, and the activities of this morning- I decided that you needed to sleep. I don't want you getting sick Love." He gives me the 'end of discussion' look. I sigh and roll my eyes. "Thank you Daddy." I can't believe I missed out on hours of slut games. Daddy shakes his head and laughs. "Such an over achiever." He mocks. I lean up and kiss him. "You love me- hush." I smile. I roll out of bed before Daddy can smack my ass and rush down the stairs to see what Megan is doing. She is covered in many more marks, and splotches of bruise are forming everywhere. She sits on the couch drinking something with a smile plastered to her face. "So I think I'm going to get back into this." She laughs as she looks up at me standing on the stair case. "I knew something like that was going to happen, damn you Megan it's no fun if you like it!" I joke. I skip down the next few steps and sit sideways on the couch. "What's on the rest of the agenda?" She looks at me from the corner of her eye. "I don't know, why?" I shrug and look to see if Daddy is coming down. "I have this fantasy, and I wanted to see what you thought." She cocks her head up like mine and waits. "Go on." I whisper looking for any trace of Him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Megan's Point of View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I watch Vanessa's eyes light up as I spill my darkest fantasy. Waiting for her Sir to come down the stairs my mind over flows with what's to come. This has been the most amazing weekend. I know it all started out to repay a debt that my drug addicted sister occurred; but being here has brought me back to life. I no longer feel like every day is just another step closer to the end. I am looking forward to finding a Master of my own when I return home. After I kick my sister's ass. This morning with Him was something I had never experienced. I never knew there could be love inside pain. Vanessa truly has found someone amazing. I watch Vanessa dart back up the stairs. I look at my naked form sitting here, little cuts, and plenty of shaded areas cover my body. I look like hell, but I feel enchanted. I hear their voices coming out of the room and I set my cup of tea on the table and kneel down by the end of the stairs. He walks over, smiling. It's almost as if he is just as proud of me as he is her. I let that thought slip away. "Megan." He calls I jump at his deep voice and raise my eyes. "Come sit with us." He pats the couch where I just was. I return and Vanessa hands me my drink. "So you would like us to play out your fantasy?" He snaps his fingers and points to his shoulder. Vanessa moves swiftly to his back and begins to rub. I envy their connection. "If you don't mind- It's something I have always wanted but never trusted anyone enough to allow it." I speak softly. My voice nowhere near the bubbly tones of her, but still feminine. "After all of this you trust us?" He chuckles. "Of course- there is no one I would trust more than Vanessa, Sir; and in trusting her I trust you." I harden my face slightly. I hope calling him 'Sir' is correct. I've never dealt with another's owner. "So be it." He nods and lifts his phone from the pocket of the very relaxed shorts he is wearing. I can see him growing inside them. I look up at Vanessa who is smiling and basking in what has to be pure love. She catches my glance downward and chuckles. "Megan?" She whispers, He is now on the phone. "Hummh?" I asks. "Will you take care of that-" She points with only her eyes. "While I start diner." I nod silently. I hear him end his conversation and I move to his feet. "Daddy, I'm going to make diner." Vanessa excuses herself and skips to the kitchen. He looks down on me warmly, my face blushes. I had never been with a man before, or even used a strap-on. I just never had the time to enjoy my sexuality. Being with girls was easy; they came and went like the sun. Being with a man? That's something I would have to take time to understand. I didn't have time back home. He watches my eyes, it feels as though he can read my thoughts. "You can touch me; I'm not going to break." He whispers. I reach over and run my hand down his thigh. "Take them off." He takes a rougher tone, but not like the voice from this morning, or last night even. I pull at the band of his shorts, he lifts up and they slide down with ease; exposing an almost erect penis. I look at it curiously. Could this really be the first time in my 22 years of life that I have ever seen a cock up close? Yes, it is. I take it in one of my hands, hoping it's not too cold. He shifts his weight. I pull up on it slowly. Watching him for reactions that point me in the right direction. I give up with guessing and decide to be forward about it. "I've never played with a cock before; I don't know what to do." I suck my lower lip in look away. "It's ok darling, you are doing fine. Don't squeeze to hard and a little spit will go a long way." He instructs. I lean forward and spit messily into my hand. He lays his head back and closes his eyes making an approving 'mmm' sound when I clasp back around the shaft. I stroke him slowly, not wanting to change too much too fast. "Megan, put your lips around just the tip and suck and lick like you would a clit." I hear Vanessa call from the kitchen. I smile. She has a way with words. I follow what she said and make a tight seal around the swollen head. He breathes heavily and pushes forward. I let him slip just an inch into my mouth. "Megan, stop thinking and just let your mouth do the work." He places a hand on the back of my head. At one point I shut my eyes and yell at my brain to shut up. It must have worked because within a few moments he is trembling and uttering vulgar things to me. "Good little cock sucker." I hear him praise. I know the words should turn my stomach but they don't. I want more; I work harder hoping to get just a few more phrases of encouragement. "Oh that's it right there, Good Girl." He moans and I look up at him watching his eyes roll back. Vanessa is standing behind him a smile plastered on her face. She lifts up a camera and snaps a picture. I pull up on his cock and lick the tip. Vanessa points to her throat and then chokes herself mocking a gagging face. I get what she is saying. I push my head all the way down and let the tip hit the back of my throat. He shutters once and I pull up a little then push as far down as I can. I swallow hard and reach the base of his balls with my tongue. That did it. I feel a hot, thick, sticky liquid run down the back of my throat and almost overfill my mouth. Vanessa kneels down beside me and whispers in my ear. "If you don't want to swallow that's fine, kiss me and pass it." I pull back up and away from his cock and look her in the eye. I pull her head in for a kiss and fill her mouth with the jigs. She laps up eagerly from my lips and then looks at him. His cock is still dripping. I tilt my head and watch. Vanessa pulls him into her mouth and sucks roughly. There's a slight popping noise when she pulls him out of her mouth. She clears away all evidence of his orgasm. He leans down and kisses her cheek. "Diner is done Daddy." She stands and walks to the kitchen. I start to stand and he stops me. "Very nice job Megan, I can see you are going to be quite the little cock slut." He runs a hand down my cheek. I blush deeply, running from my cheeks to my chest. We sit down and eat diner. It's very normal; sitting here both Vanessa and I are nude. He scooped his shorts back on before Vanessa served him. After about an hour, the kitchen is spotless, and we are heading out. Vanessa and I are still nude under 2 very long coats. Vanessa hands me a pair of flip flops. "Once we get to where we are going, leave them in the car." She whispers. He joins us by the door. I turn to watch. Vanessa drops to her knees and lowers her head. Her hands lock flat across the small of her back and her ankles cross. He locks something around her neck; a collar. It's beautiful leather about an inch thick with a ring on the front, and one on the back. He turns to me and smiles. "I have a training collar that you are more than welcome to wear- I'm suggesting that you do, but it is up to you." He holds up a smaller leather collar. I nod- if he suggests it then there must be some reason right? I lower myself down to my knees. I know I'm not as polished as she is, but it makes me honored to wear his collar- even just for the night. He helps us both up and kisses each of us on the forehead clipping a leash to each of us. We all walk to the car. The spring air is warm enough for shorts but still crisp. Once in the car Vanessa turns to me and holds up a blindfold. "It's the rules." She whispers. I lean my head forward and she blackouts my vision. I feel the sway of the car on the country road and listen to what's going on around me. Before I can place a time, or distance we come to a stop. "Leave the coat and the shoes here but don't remove the blindfold. Don't speak and keep your head down." Vanessa instructs. I hear the back door open as I slide my arms out of the coat. The leash is pulled and I step out of the car. My head drops, and I follow the tension around my neck. I hear a knock on a door, and then the door opens. There is minor chatter and I can distinguish his voice from others. Vanessa is her bubbly self, saying hi to what I assume are friends. The blindfold is lifted suddenly and I blink fast to adjust my eyes. I look around the room, its' very light and airy. There is a smell that I couldn't replicate if I tried. I smile and look up at Him. He leads me to a platform in the middle of the room. "Hold the bar up there." He points. I follow orders and close my eyes. Taking deep breaths to stop me from shaking. I feel the first sting across my back. This cane is much different than the flogger used last night. Thicker, I can feel welts across my ass already forming. I don't turn and look to see who's swinging the object- I assume it's him. I would rather assume it's him than know it's someone else. My blood starts flowing again and I relax. Something about this place makes me want to soar. I let myself do just that; I shut off my mind and let my body soar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~Sessa Point of View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sit on the couch cuddled with a few other slaves; watching my Daddy work. It's like watching a ballet or my favorite movie for the 100th time. He swipes the cane across Megan's body- He would never leave those marks on me. For that I am grateful, but watching him leave them on someone else is mesmerizing. We all flinch gasp at Megan's moans. Her body goes limp and she cums freely. "She's ready." Sir calls to me. I rush over and swoop Megan's light frame up with the help of another. We take her to another room and lay her face down on a low table. There are things in this room Sir has tried to get me to play with. I can't bring myself to do it. So he comes here once in a while to play with one of Miss. Joanna's slaves- never sexual. I sit on a stool and watch as Sir pulls on black gloves. He sits down and leans in. I watch him cover Megan's back with needles. Different sizes, the backs of them in an array of colors. He works quickly, Megan moans and breathes short shallow breaths. Once he is done with the needles he pulls 2 colorful ribbons off a spool and laces it through. A much decorated corset. I take a few photos and step out of the room. While watching them go in is enjoyable; the removal is something I'm not ok with. Sir steps out to the hall when he is finished with a smile. I return to Megan's side and help her up. She is floating, and there's no bringing her back right now. I lead her to the car and lay her in the back seat, covered with the jacket. I climb in waving good bye to some friends from the window and wait for Sir. It doesn't take long for him to join me in the car. "I wish you would let me do that to you." He whispers. It never fails. "I'm not ready Daddy." I sigh. I wish I could be- that would be one less thing for him to need someone else for. Someday I will be. We arrive back home and I help Megan to the house, back into the basement. We are nowhere near done for the night. I know the very last thing I want to do to her, I get the items I will need and set them up down stairs. At this point anything we do to her makes her cum so there's no more denying that. Sir and I take turns finding that edge. Sir wins when he takes a feather and caresses her nipples and she cums so hard that I have to get a towel for the floor. He looks at me and smiles. "Since I won the game, I want you to finish her." He steps back. I take my time, laying slices of fresh lemon across her back where the needles were. While that seeps in I take a dildo and dip it in honey, then coat it in sand. Megan screams and is brought back down a little when I push the sandpaper like dong into her. When the feeling no longer has the effect I want I change my tune. I use an alcohol based douche to clear the sand, honey and blood from her. That wakes her up again. She starts to scream and fight a little. Sir just leans back and watches on. I giggle now and then when she thinks I've stopped. It's nearing 6 am when I decide to end it. I clean her completely off and tie her face down. At the base of her left ass cheek I lay a stencil, taping it down. Sir steps closer to watch. I coat the skin with a layer of salt and press ice cubes against it. Megan lays there, this is simple compared to the weekend, but this will be the longest lasting mark. Once a few cubes have melted I remove the stencil and spray with rubbing alcohol. Sir steps to my side to read the chemical mark. "Sir's Harlot" He chuckles and helps Megan up. I clean up the weekend's activities. If you weren't here, you'd never known. I head up stairs and kiss Sir good night. He slips into Megan's room and closes the door. I float up the stairs, in a trance. This weekend was something new for me. I don't know if I'll ever do it again- but I sure did enjoy it this time. Now I know why He needs his no limit girls, it can be fun almost freeing. I climb into bed and fall asleep listening to the moans and screams from the bedroom below. The morning comes too soon, and my alarm clock screeches. I roll over and snap the off switch. It's 10 am, and Megan is free now. The debt is paid. I get dressed for the day and write down a few things on a slip of paper. I wonder down stairs and find Sir and Megan sitting on the couch looking at photos. I crawl into His lap and kiss him softly. "Meg, your plane leaves soon, are you ready?" I smile as Sir clicks to a picture I didn't notice he had taken. "Yes, I'm ready." She nods. She gathers her bag and gets dressed for the first time since she's been here. On the way out Sir stops her and kisses her cheek. "Come back anytime." He whispers and lets her go. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me roughly. "Hurry your ass home." He orders. "Yes Daddy." I nod and climb into my car. Megan is all smiles on the way to the airport. I hand her the slip of paper. "There are instructions to taking care of your branding; it won't last forever but long enough. I've also included a contact phone number for a dear friend of mine. Her name is Myaa, and she's a delight. I think you will enjoy her- or rather she will enjoy having you. I've already contacted her with your number. I've also had Lexi taken back to your house, and someone is picking you up from the airport." I smile at her as I pull to the curb. Sadistic Sessa "As Sir said, come back anytime Megan. It was fun thank you." I lean in and kiss her softly. "Thank you for everything, Come home more often damn you." She pulls her bag out of the back seat and turns to open the door. I reach over and snap her ass with the back of my hand once more. "Tease." She calls back as she walks backwards through the doors of the airport. I laugh and pull away replaying the weekend. I make my way through the front door. Sir is standing at the end of the stairs. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him all over. "Sessa." Sir says in a stern tone. "Yes Daddy?" I look up at him. "If I remember correctly- someone had a sharp tongue with her Daddy last night; do you remember who that was?" He raises one eye brow. "It was Casper!" I answer with a smile and turn to run. He grabs my arm and smacks my ass. "Nice try." He laughs and leads me up stairs. I'm always in trouble.... But it's worth it.