0 comments/ 28591 views/ 1 favorites Saphirra Ch. 01 By: odette-odile Saphirra was proving to be more of a challenge than Kailyn had counted on. The girl's appetite for abuse was insatiable, and her constant attention seeking was draining. When Kailyn agreed to accept Saphirra's complete and utter submission she had not been without misgivings. To begin with, Saphirra was stunningly beautiful. The depth of her midnight blue eyes never showed fear, only an instinctive trepidation. She opened herself to Kailyn from the moment they met, possessed of a trust Kailyn found inexplicable so early. Her curves were more alluring under her modest gowns, her locks more tempting in a plain twist, than any woman Kailyn had ever known. She burned to strip her, unleash her hair, and expose her to the room, to posess that unadulterated beauty if only for a few moments. It was the level of her desire that alerted Kailyn to the potential hazards of accepting Saphirra as her slave. Only after months of intensely pleasurable yet infrequent encounters was Kailyn able to accept the girl's implicit trust. Of course, it was too late by then as she was in love with her. Today was Saphirra's birthday. Kailyn woke Saphirra early with a kiss. "Shall I dress for you, Mistress?" Saphirra asked sleepily, curling her warm limbs around Kailyn. "No, I think not, precious. Bring me my robe and slippers then wait for me in the sunroom." "Yes, Mistresse," she whispered to Kailyn's neck. "And Saphirra?" "Yes?" "Draw the blinds. Today is your day in the sun." "Yes, Mistresse." The great sunroom opened onto an expansive deck beyond a wide arc of french doors and paned windows. Saphirra entered and found a front corner of the room had been prepared with the clawfoot hipbath, full and steaming, scented but without bubbles. The lower end of the tub faced the windows. She drew the velvet curtains, exposing herself to the lake, and felt the sunlight heat her skin. Though warm enough to dissolve her goosebumps from the walk through the chilled house, it was diffuse enough to leave her nipples erect. The view from the windows slightly obscured the neighbors behind evergreens and showed off instead the many-tiered deck descending to the lawn and rocky beach. She could hear the subtle lapping of the lake against the beach. A light breeze drifted in from a window, caressing the moist lips of her labia, and making her shiver. She was reminded of the new sensation of a smoothly shaved pubis. Every shift of air against her naked skin awakened her lust. Saphirra almost laughed at herself. She was becoming a very naughty girl. Saphirra sat in the garden chaisse watching the apple blossoms flutter across the lawn. There really wasn't any excuse for lazing the day away like this. Even Kailyn, in her supreme patience, must know by now that there was nothing wrong with Saphirra. But a month of her company, and the strange company of her lovers, was having an odd effect on Saphirra. The two young women were so free with their passion. Saphirra caught their glances at her. They practically taunted her. But why? She wasn't a lesbian--she would have thought that much was obvious from her surgical scar; the reason for her presence there. "Hi, hon. How ya' feelin'?" Kailyn came up behind Saphirra and squeezed her shoulder. She might as well get it over with. Turning to face Kailyn, she said, "I'm well, I'm perfect, thanks to you." Kailyn came around the chaisse and sat down on the end. "No, I just gave you a space where you could relax long enough to heal yourself. You did it." "Well, it's a beautiful space, so thank you. I love being here. I'll be sad to leave." Sad wasn't quite the perfect word, but Saphirra wasn't sure what she'd miss, exactly. "Then don't." "Thank you, Kailyn, you've been more than kind, but I really--" "It's not charity, Saphirra," Kailyn interrupted harshly. "I'm asking you because I want you here." "I don't know..." the girl hesitated, "I want to--I don't know what I want--" "Let me spare you, Saphirra. I know you're a bit confused." Kailyn took Saphirra's hand and looked her in the eyes for an instant before she kissed her lips, long, with a graceful lingering touch. Saphirra's eyes widened; she inhaled sharply at first, but relaxed into the kiss. "I let you see the girls playing, Saphirra. I let you see us nude in the pool. I wanted to see if we'd freak you out. But I don't think we have. There is so much more I want you to be a part of. Do you trust me, Saphirra?" "Of course. Why would you have taken me in if you didn't have my best interest in mind?" "Saphirra, I've told you before you are very naive. There is a whole world of experiences you've probably never even tried to imagine." "You make it sound as if I'm a virgin, Kailyn. I've had love affairs. I'm not a child." "No, but you'd like to be, wouldn't you?" A sly grin began to steal across Kailyn's face. "In a way, you already are." "What are you getting at?" "Nevermind. For now, Saphirra, say you'll stay and make me happy. It makes me happy to take care of you, to touch you--" Kailyn's words trailed off as she began kissing Saphirra again, holding her sweet face in her hand. That began their love affair. Gradually, gently, but with some mischief and suspense, Kailyn showered her life, her secrets, her brand of love on Saphirra, always allowing her an out, with no questions asked and no hard feelings, no finale ultimatums necessary. In other words, she was a tease. She gave Saphirra just a taste of domination, just enough to get her hooked and begging, finally, to be enslaved. It wasn't until she had Saphirra in this state that she let her witness the extent of Lulu and Min's submission. Saphirra swore she wanted nothing more than to be like them, and Kailyn finally consented. Next to the bath a plush lounge chair with a high back but shallow seat stood with the leg rest elevated, looking rather like (in fact it may have been) an upholstered gyno table. It was fitted with loop and hook restraints. Saphirra hadn't seen either bath or chair since her arrival at Kailyn's modest home a week ago. The Mistresse entered with a smile, gestured for two young women armed with sponges, soaps, and lotions in basins to follow. Saphirra took her cue and stepped into the tub. She uttered a small cry from the shock of the heat on her tile-cooled feet, and Kailyn grinned as she slipped down onto the cushioned window seat in her silk ombre peignoir and mules. Blissfully contemplating Saphirra's glistening thighs in the tub, she tightened her grip on the riding crop in her right hand. As the girls in simple white gauze dresses bathed Saphirra, Kailyn outlined he rules of the day. "Are you ready to submit yourself today, my lovely slave?" "Yes, Mistresse. Your will is my own." Soapy hands on her breasts and buttocks were massaging away Saphirra's free will already, sending her into that alternate reality that was becoming so familiar. The Mistresse jumped to her feet and slapped her arm with the crop. "Legs spread outside the tub, please, slave." She relaxed back onto the bench as quickly as she had risen. "Careful, I've discovered you can be quite demanding in your enslavement. I have a full night planned which I'm hopeful will not only sate your appetite but leave you begging to be released. Until then, however, you will be left alone. You will beg to be touched. You will cry for attention like a babe. At last you will beg to be allowed to touch yourself. But while you are alone, even this is not permitted. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistresse," Saphirra whispered and moaned as Kailyn slapped her exposed inner thigh with the crop. When she had been thoroughly cleaned, and water dipped over her hair from a basin, her Mistresse ordered her onto the chair. She took the familiar collar and cuffs from a drawer nearby and cynched them tightly around her neck, wrists, and ankles. Saphirra was then hooked to the chair -- the hooks positioned so that her legs were spread so wide the lips of her pussy opened to reveal the juices dripping from her. Kailyn dipped her finger in for a taste and stepped back to enjoy the view, licking her index finger seductively. "Today you will not touch yourself unless ordered to do so. You will be bathed and fed. Tonight I will take you to a party in your honor. These guests are not your usual crowd. They will not whip you. They will allow you to speak - but you must keep it sexual. They will not abuse you - I've been very careful to allow your bruises to heal." Saphirra whimpered softly and stared at her mistress tearfully. Kailyn came toward her. With one rough movement the crop handle was up Saphirra's cunt. "Don't worry, slave. I want to make sure you are properly warmed up for them. I'll take you aside and give you the treatment you deserve - out of their sight." "Thank you, Mistresse," Saphirra whispered her relief. "Now I will leave you. You can make as much noise as you like. If you have a legitimate need, however, you will ask politely and the girls will assist you. You may or may not see me again before tonight." Kailyn turned to the handmaidens. "Girls, you have free range to play in her presence. You will not touch her until I give my word." "Yes, Kailyn." Saphirra watched her dark, statuesque Mistresse leave without a look back or a loving word and knew she deserved it. She had been selfish and was anxious to prove that she too could serve selflessly. Whatever would be required of her that evening she would submit. She was grateful Kailyn accepted her love and returned it. She would try to be less demanding of her attentions. She turned back toward the handmaidens when she felt their hungry eyes fall upon her. "Saphirra, you tease," one of the girls giggled, "do you know how badly I want to lick that sopping pussy? I guess I'll just have to settle for Lulu here." "Come here and fuck me already, Min," Lulu demanded with a faint french accent. Saphirra stared as their blond and black muffs mingled, glistening with saliva and nectar. Lulu and Min spent about an hour licking and fisting eachother on the windowseat in full view of Saphirra until they were called away to help prepare breakfast. Saphirra was grateful for the respite. She had no appetite while her loins ached so. The girls returned twice - for breakfast and lunch, and each time took fewer pains to obey the mistress while they fed her. Their hands roamed as they wished, but only to tease. The afternoon went much more slowly. She gazed out at the water and daydreamt. Kailyn heard her soft moans and whimpers, then her cries. Well, it would do the girl good. It wasn't long, however, after Saphirra's cries had ebbed to the occasional whimper that Kailyn found herself succombing to her power lust. She put on her most fetching vinyl catsuit and strutted into the sunroom, leather whip in hand. "Has my slave been a good girl?" Saphirra drew in her breath at the sight of her Mistresse. Her catsuit was cut away strategically, so that her hard, lush, deep pink nipples taunted Saphirra from the tips of her breasts, which swung hipnotically as she paced. The Mistresse's thick mound of light chesnut pubic hair stared at Saphirra as well, and her soft prominent buttocks swept by as Kailyn gave the girl a good long look. "Yes, Mistresse, I have, but it is so hard," she whined. "Oh, dear," Kailyn leaned in over Saphirra. "Do I have to show you what hard is?" She cooed playfully tweaking the girl's nipples. In a moment Saphirra found herself facing the Mistresse's tender anus. Her Mistresse crouched above her, braced against the cushioned arms of the lounge, and ordered, "Show me how much you love my ass, slave." Saphirra's heart was in her throat. She had been expecting the Mistresse to want her pussy licked, but she had never asked for this before. Still under restraints, Saphirra had no choice but to use her tongue. She flicked it gingerly around Kailyn's anus, and was surprised to find it as soft and clean as her nipples. The deep pink flesh pulsed as Saphirra gained confidence, pushing her tongue against the warm skin. "C'mon, girl, lick my ass." With this encouragement, Saphirra found her loins burning again and continued, uttering soft cries of pleasure. "Ooh, you like it, don't you, slave?" "Yes, Mistresse!" "Tell me." Saphirra cried in ecstasy as she felt her Mistresse rising. "I love to lick your beautiful asshole, Mistresse!" "Good," Kailyn answered simply and dismounted. Saphirra whimpered. "Now, that won't get you anywhere." Kailyn erased the smile from her face and clapped twice. Lulu appeared in her usual waist cincher and thigh-high boots. "Lulu, take the slave to the dungeon and put her on the horse. I'll join you shortly." "Yes, Kailyn." "And Lulu?" "Yes, Kailyn?" she turned back innocently. "Hands off until I get there." "Of course, Mistresse." Lulu did not need to be told to blindfold Saphirra before she took her anywhere. It was one of Kailyn's unquestioned rules. From the size and layout of the lake house, it was fairly obvious the location of the dungeon must be the basement, but Kailyn felt masking her slaves threw them into the proper mood, as if they were entering another world. Saphirra felt Lulu's thigh and breast against her as she fastened the leather blind around her eyes. Lulu's musk was overwhelming. Saphirra was unbuckled from the chaise and fettered in chains that allowed her a good stride, though her wrist cuffs were clipped together. Lulu took her by this clip and led her on a circuitous route up and down steps, through doors and corridors before stopping in a room where the air was so thick and hot Saphirra recognized it at once. A heavy door behind her slammed shut. Then, without warning, Lulu pushed her from behind onto the vinyl-upholstered horse. She unclipped her wrists but had them refastened in an instant to the sides of the horse. Saphirra was on all fours, the cushioned back of the horse hot and sticky against her already sweating breasts. By the time Lulu had her ankles secured they could hear the Mistresse's heels clicking in the hall. The clicks stopped. The door slowly creaked open; a draft raised the down on the slave's luscious ass. Saphirra lifted her buttocks in anticipation and was rewarded with the full force of Kailyn's whip. What a tight, round, little ass the girl had. She loved to see it go pink under her whip. And those delightful moans. She knew just what Kailyn wanted to hear. Saphirra cried out and recoiled each time the whip contacted her upturned buttocks, but resumed her initial position without complaint, almost eagerly. When Lulu appeared, as usual, beside Kailyn with the plug, fresh from the freezer, Kailyn grinned. "You need to cool down, slave," she taunted as she shoved it up Saphirra's anus, causing the girl to shreik and then groan as shock turned to agony. "How would you like to show me what a good little slave does for her Mistresse?" "Yes, please, Mistresse. Let me serve you." "Well, this is a little unusual," Kailyn replied as she continued to slap the plug, the slave's buttock, and cunt with her bare hand, "but in the interest of preparing you for tonight - will you suck cock for me, Saphirra?" Saphirra crooned. "Yes, Mistresse, I will suck cock for you." This is what she had been waiting for. She loved surprises. Still blindfolded, she heard Lulu's boots thud out the door while her Mistresse fondled her wet pussy and breasts. A moment later, the door creaked open again, and the Mistresse released her. As Saphirra opened her mouth to sigh in frustration, an erect cock made it's way into her mouth and thrust against her throat stimulating her gag reflex, while the paddle landed on her ass. She made a sound of shock but did not expell it. She sucked and licked as hard as she could. Her intoxication blocked out everything beyond a few inches of her skin. His taste was unbelievably sweet and then he was gone. "Tell me what you want Saphirra!" Kailyn cried. "Oh, Mistresse, I want him to come on your ass and I want to lick it off you." The words came so quickly Saphirra could not think of what she was saying. She lay surprised for a moment by her own brazen lust, feeling every shift of air against her skin, so alive now. "Well," the Mistresse said finally, "that's a tall order, but I think we can give our little come slut her birthday wish." A coy smile spread over Kailyn's lips that only her man could see. "On one condition. You'll have to wait until tonight and you will have an audience." She nodded Jules toward the door and he made his exit. Kailyn leaned down caressing Saphirra's pulsing cunt, and whispered in Saphirra's ear, "Would you like a nap, my love?" Saphirra nodded limply. "Where?" "Here, please, Mistresse." Kailyn smiled softly and stepped back to gaze upon her sweet slave, showing she was open to her, buttocks in the air, even while dozing. She pressed the plug gently to remind Saphirra of its presence, and listening to her soft, "Mmhm," slipped her fingers between her own pussylips. She was as wet as Saphirra. But she could wait for her darling girl. She wanted to save the best for last. In the meantime, though, she would leave her a gift. She took her fingers from her dripping pussy and put them in Saphirra's mouth. The girl sucked quietly, continuing to purr. "Sweet dreams, my darling girl." "I love you, Kailyn," Saphirra whispered sleepily. Kailyn stepped away and took one last look at her beautiful curves. She beckoned Lulu, who had returned with Jules' exit, and whispered, "Make her comfortable, Lulu, keep her warm--" and she cautioned, "but let her rest." Lulu nodded. Saphirra Ch. 02 Before she was the Mistresse or even Kailyn, she was Dr. Hurst. She was trained to be observant. She knew the signs of abuse, and she knew how to distinguish them from the signs of play. Saphirra showed both in her few visits to the office before her surgery. Still, Kailyn had an obligation to make sure the girl was making an informed choice. They sat in the office, which Kailyn had strived to make comfortable with soft lighting, easy chairs, plants, artwork, and even a small fountain in the corner. To Kailyn, the trickle of the water over the little stones could be deafening during certain moments. "Saphirra, the test came out positive." The girl sat curled in the chair, staring at her fingers. "Saphirra?" Kailyn repeated, leaning closer. "Are you ok?" "I won't have it." "Saphirra, you have more options than you think. Let me go over--" "I said I won't have it!" she turned and stared Kailyn down, her eyes welling up with tears. Her white knuckles gripped the arm of her chair. "I can't--I won't--have that man's child!" Kailyn took a deep breath. "Are you sure?" she asked slowly, "It's your child, too." Saphirra broke down and began sobbing. Between sobs, she gasped out, "Dr. Hurst, I just can't, just trust me, please!" That was a month ago. Dr. Hurst had been good to her word to care for the girl, and to trust her. Saphirra did not know how long she had been asleep when she awoke to find a man she had never seen gently picking her up off the small bed in her private room. There was something familiar about the scent that surrounded him, but her addled brain couldn't process it. Her cuffs, collar, and blindfold had been removed and replaced with a blanket and pillow. The plug still exerted a gentle pressure on her anus, but was barely noticable. She was dimly aware of fading dreams of sunlight and soft green grass on her bare skin. The man took her to the bathroom suite and gently placed her in a scented bath. Once Saphirra had recovered from the initial heat shock, the water felt wonderful. The girls had outdone themselves. Candles were lit to give a dim, golden glow. The room smelled of honey, cardamom, and jasmine. Bath oil slipped over her skin, soothing any sting that still remained from the day's play. She leaned her head back on the velvet bath pillow and watched the candle flames flicker in the mirrors. She heard the door behind her open to reveal Lulu and Min delightfully dressed for the party. They each wore corsets that positioned their breasts high and round but left their bottoms bare to their hose, which nicely framed their mounds where the straps clipped to the corsets. They were now as clean-shaven as Saphirra, with nothing to obscure the view of their delicious clits. Lulu seemed as brazen and flirty as usual, laughing and tossing her short blond hair while her 'fuck me' stilletos clicked across the tile. Her breasts were incredible. Their glistening nipples taunted Saphirra over bright fuschia satin. Min was demure but devilishly tempting in green brocade. Her long black hair fell straight from her head like a knife, poking at her bare buttocks. Though they were both much younger than Saphirra, their seniority by virtue of experience was assured. Both girls also wore the standard collar and cuffs, and were carrying gear with them, presumably for Saphirra. "Hello, little slave girl," Min taunted. "Hi, newbie," Lulu smiled, "Wanna play?" Her laughing eyes made Saphirra giggle. She felt a sudden surge of confidence and rose from the tub, revealing her glistening curves in the candlelight. "Come and get me!" she giggled. She was immediately enfolded in their arms, Lulu kissing her lips tenderly, while Min removed the butt plug and caressed Saphirra's pink buttocks. "We are supposed to be getting you ready for the party," Lulu explained, then leaned toward Saphirra's ear with a conspiratorial air and whispered, "but that means more than just soap!" "Does the Mistresse know?" Saphirra asked, concerned the girls might be tempting her into disobedience. "Ooh, our little come slut is worried, now!" Min spanked the little slave, "Yes, of course. We were sent. With time, tools, and a mission." Saphirra felt Min's hot breath on her neck. Lulu was licking Saphirra's nipples, while the Min's fingers explored the rim of her anus. "We need to get you ready to be fucked like never before, Saphirra. Have you ever had three cocks inside you at once? Have you ever begged to have every hole filled?" "No," Saphirra answered with honest trepidation, but bravely added, "but I will. I will beg for the Mistresse. I love her. "We know you do, don't worry sweetie," Lulu answered, silencing Min with a look. "Help us get naked, my sweet little come slut. This tub's big enough for all of us." Her dirty tongue was more sexy because she said things so sweetly in that Parisien-flavored tongue. Saphirra would never have thought she would find herself longing to hear this girl call her names. Both girls sat still while the slave unhooked and unlaced, only occasionally darting their fingers out to catch the juice that was by now dripping from Saphirra's engorged cunt, and laughing as they sucked eachother's fingers. When she had them stripped they slipped into the tub to feast on Saphirra. Their skin slipped smoothly against her. Wide open and dripping, she reached down into the water and put a finger in each of their pussys. Min tightened her thighs against Saphirra's hand and thrust her tongue into Saphirra's mouth. Saphirra was desperate to see cool Min lose her poise, and the sexy handmaid was now giving her the chance. Min climbed out and knelt on the platform, dangling over Saphirra's face. Saphirra moaned petulantly and was silenced as Min's come slipped down her throat. Saphirra sucked the handmaid's swollen, deep pink lips. Min's taste was slightly tart like champagne, and just as intoxicating. Saphirra ran her tongue over every surface, then finally inside to rub her taste buds against the soft nubs inside Min's vagina. Lulu would not be left out. Though Saphirra's finger was still in her pussy, it seemed the girl had forgotten it there. While those two enjoyed eachother, she was still aware of their mission. Those tight little holes had to be opened wider. She started by putting her fingers in her own slippery pussy, then slipped them slowly into Saphirra's ass. The girl uttered a muffled cry as she continued to dart her tongue across Min's clit. "Lulu!" Min cried, "What about me?" "Ask me pretty, Min." "Please fuck my ass, sweetie," Min answered. "You should thank the slave. You don't want her to think she's not doing well." "Oh, no, little slut. I love how you suck my cunt, don't stop." She gave a small scream when Saphirra bit her pussy lip softly in response. Lulu was now finger-fucking both of their asses. Min started to buck and Saphirra sucked harder, speeding her tongue in and out her flooded cavern. Min's clit was now a red, ripe plum which Saphirra playfully bit, while driving her tongue deeper and deeper. Min pushed her groin forcefully onto Saphirra's face. "C'mon, pretty slut, make her come for you," Lulu added, enjoying the show. "Oh, yeah, little girl, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Min swung and cried, riding the wave. Saphirra stabilized her buttocks and held Min's silky smooth pussy to her face. Suddenly her bucking stopped as her torso became a rigged springboard. Saphirra pulled back for an instant, then took the final plunge. It was as if Min's quake had breached the dam; torrents of come flooded into Saphirra's mouth. The little slave's throat couldn't swallow fast enough, and some spilled out over her face. She kept sucking and held on tight even when she felt Min trying to pull away, even when Lulu pulled her fingers quickly out of their asses. "No, no, no, no, no!" Then she was still. Lulu slipped new lubed plugs back in before they had a chance to slow their empassioned gasps. Once they were in, she slapped both their asses a few times. Saphirra noticed this plug was bigger than the one she had napped with that afternoon. Both she and Min felt the plugs pulse and their flesh throb, as their last thrusts died away to small occasional jerks. Min fell back into the tub with a groan. "Cm'ere, slut. Gimme a taste," Lulu smirked, as she squeezed Saphirra's bosom to her and licked her face clean. "Ok, ladies, that's enough of that for now. Show me your titties," she grinned, climbing out of the tub. Saphirra and Min arched their backs against the sides of the tub. Their erect nipples poked out of the water. "There they are! You both have such beautiful breasts. Now play nice while I get the toys." They didn't need to be asked more than once. They pinched and sucked, biting softly, and squealing with joy at the sensation. Both went to work on Lulu when she reappeared. Lulu's breasts were young and buoyant but adorably small. Saphirra massaged them in her hands while sucking the pale nipples as hard as she could. Now was Lulu's turn to moan. "Ooh, wait a moment, slave. Let me put these on you." Saphirra looked up at Lulu's hand, which held three gold chains dangling above the water. There were clamps at both ends. She caught her breath and let go of Lulu's breast. "Oh, don't worry, darling. This will feel good. Trust me." Lulu applied both clamps in one instant--the pinch was excruciating. Saphirra cried, but in a few seconds the pain had dulled to a tingle and she was overcome with lust. She practically leapt at Lulu, who was busy applying the clamps to Min, while kissing her deeply. Saphirra crouched behind Lulu, kissing her neck, then reached her arms around and pinched her nipples hard. "Whoa, there, pussycat. Don't worry, you'll get your chance." She finished with Min and turned toward Saphirra while Min bucked and squealed from the shock. Lulu placed the last chain in Saphirra's hand. "Go ahead, cherie." Saphirra carefully placed the clamps on Lulu's nipples. The chain hung between her breasts, accentuating her natural curves. Lulu closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, her serene smile growing wider. Saphirra kissed her tenderly, lingering on her sweet lips, tasting them like a succulent truffle. Lulu sweetly took Saphirra's hand in hers, and Min's in the other, and guided them onto the play pad in the adjoining bay window. The cushion was thin, but soft, and the windowpanes surrounding them were strewn with silk and velvet pillows. Lulu reached into a cubbyhole and pulled out three vibrators, one for each of them. Min knew the game immediately and taking her vibe, layed herself down on the mattress facing Saphirra's pussy. Saphirra silently took the vibe Lulu handed her as Lulu stood over her, and thrust her pussy onto Saphirra's lips. Her scent was overwhelming. Saphirra's tongue dove in before she could think. She had to taste every inch of Lulu. The handmaid's voluptous hips forced Saphirra on her back. Now all three were curled around eachother, Lulu completing the circle by tasting Min's cunt. They played follow the leader and let Lulu start the vibration around the circle. They rode on waves of orgasm, catching eachothers' crests and letting the next wave lead their own climax. Saphirra lost count of the endless waves of pleasure she was experiencing as she sucked the nectar spilling out of Lulu's full, lucious pussy. She drove the whirring vibe rhythmically in and out of Lulu as Min tended to her own pussy. With nipples still clamped and tingling, her ass full, yet open like it had never been before, her cunt jumped with pleasure as Min teased her clit with her tongue. She closed her eyes and couldn't tell which body she was touching, or whose was touching her. She was feeling exactly what she gave--the synchronicity was incredible. Lulu took them down slowly, finishing on soft lapping currents that left Saphirra deeply relaxed but energized. Somehow this exchange had left her both satisfied and charged. "Time to clean up, ladies," Lulu said. They got back into the tub and caressed eachother with foaming loofahs, washing off all the nectar, but leaving the clamps and plugs in place. When they were finished and dried off, Saphirra helped Min and Lulu back into their corsets, then it was Saphirra's turn to be primped. Lulu held up a set of collar and cuffs in purple embossed velvet studded with gold and tiny mirrors. Saphirra recognized them. She had seen them at the fair she'd visited with Kailyn. "These are a birthday present for you from your Mistresse." "They're beautiful--she is so good to me." Saphirra was deeply touched, her Mistresse loved her. They put them on her and tightened them snugly as she lay spread eagle on the pad. Then Min brought a small pot of deep pink balm, which she spread on Saphirra's nipples, anus, and pussy. It gave her errogenous zones a pinkish red glow with a bit of sparkle, and also had a soothing effect on her stimulated nerves. Lulu combed Saphirra's hair, and applied lotion and essential oils to her skin. "Stand up and turn around for us, little slut," Min ordered. Saphirra displayed their work. She felt like a princess and walked especially well to show off her curves. "Well, I think we are ready to present you," Lulu announced, clipping a gold chain lease to Saphirra's collar, and placing a purple velvet blind over her eyes. "Saphirra, the Mistresse will give you more detailed instructions when we take you to her." Her cuffs were again clipped together behind her. "But from now on only the Mistresse and her guests may call you by your name. If anyone asks you, tell them, 'I am here to please.'" Her ankles were chained to allow only a small, delicate stride. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I don't expect many women will be there. Are you frightened by a room full of cocks?" "I am not frightened of anything the Mistresse gives me. It is my birthday, but I am her present." "Oh, Saphirra, I'm so glad you said that," Min gushed. "I hope you'll be ours for a long time." "Me, too, Min," Lulu cut in, "but as I said, this come slut has no name to us tonight. Remember that." Lulu then revealed the last toy destined for the slave: a small gold leather gag with a purple jelly ball for the mouth. She gently fastened it around Saphirra's head, as the slave descended into a world without sight, voice, or freedom of movement. Saphirra Ch. 03 The girls led Saphirra to the dining room and resumed the more subdued manners of the public areas of the house. They spoke nothing except for brief orders. The blind and gag were removed and she was seated in a chair to which she was hooked. The party decorations were as classy and sensual as Kailyn herself - no balloons and streamers, only fabric draped seductively, lit by countless candles reflected in glass prisms. She was in the large main sunroom again, which functioned as a dining room and lounge. They fed her by hand, a brief but delicious meal of sushi, miso soup and green tea mochi. Kailyn entered during dessert and sat down next to Saphirra. She was dressed in a tight long red velvet gown, which revealed a deep decollete and nearly all of her powerful thigh as it was slit up almost to the waist. This was also the first time Saphirra had seen her neck covered - in a wide diamond-studded choker. "Saphirra, my love slave, will you do anything for me, tonight?" "You know I will, Mistresse. I love you." "I would like you to be hospitable to our guests - to play the perfect hostess. I will introduce you when they arrive. As soon as you have been introduced, I think it would be nice if you would offer drinks and hors d'oeuvres. You should be prepared for unusual requests, and grant them if you can. Don't be afraid to acquiese to strange appetites, nor to describe the delights available--I think you gather what I mean. Never say no to a guest, simply tell them to see me and I'll try to accomodate them. Of course, if it is a simple request, and you have no reservations, feel free to gratify them. There is no real need to check with me. I have invited only those I trust implicitly. They are all coming to enjoy themselves in an uninhibited atmosphere. After cocktail hour you will be given instructions as we go. You will do everything I ask. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mistresse." "By all means, tell me if you have reservations now, for hesitation later will cost you." "No, Mistresse, I am your slave--I will do what you say." "Don't worry, my sweet pussy, I will be with you all evening." "Oh, thank you, Mistresse, thank you for all of this, I don't deserve it-" "Of course you don't. You're a naughty little slut, but you are my slut, and I'm in the mood to treat you like a pretty bird in a gilded cage. You do look delectable." Kailyn beamed with sudden inspiration. She turned to the handmaidens. "Min, bring me my paddle, and Lulu, tie the slut up by the window. Don't forget the mask." Saphirra's last sight was the Mistresse's loving smile. Lulu's hand on her arm guided her to the front of the room where she knew there was a floor to ceiling window opening onto the deck. Her arms were raised up and her legs spread. She heard the clip fo the hooks and felt the resist of the ropes holding her in an "X" position. "Are you my own devoted slave?" "Yes, Mistresse!" Saphirra cried as the first slap of the paddle landed on her ass. "Will you always obey my commands?" "Yes, Mistresse!" The paddle landed again. "What are you?" Again. "I'm your slave!" Again. "Your come slut! Your whore! Your wet pussy! Your toy!" Saphirra's words melted into cries of joy at the sting of the paddle. She knew her ass would be red for all the guests to see and she was enthralled. The final sensation was the quick, enervating removal of the plug, and she was red, wet, and ready for the party. The guests began to arrive and despite a certain unconventionality of dress, it began as an average cocktail party. Corsets and garters were popular, as well as the usual vinyl and latex. Men favored poet shirts or none at all. The women dressed to accentuate their nipples rather than to cover them. Saphirra, however, was the only one naked from head to toe with the exception of her decorative restraints. The Mistresse introduced her slave around to a bevy of guests, about twenty or so all told, and her new collar and cuffs were much admired, and even recognized from the market. From across the room Saphirra thought she recognized a couple from Kailyn's office, and dared to ask if she was correct. The woman was an attractive blond in a transparent red slip dress. Her dark companion was relatively conservative in a black silk shirt and pants. "Oh, yes, well, everyone here has been to her office at least once," a blond woman answered. "But I know you are not all patients," Saphirra pressed. "Well, strictly speaking, no, but these little soirees are heavily screened. Kailyn offers free testing, and since she only invites those whose test results she's seen herself, most of us take her up on the offer. It's actually very generous of her to offer her resources, the lab time can't be cheap." "Well, it's peace of mind to her, and in keeping with her professional ethics. I'm sure she'd feel dreadful if someone was infected at one of these things," her companion added. "Yes, I'm sure that would be the end of them," the woman sighed with a soft smile. The Mistresse reappeared with a tanned gentleman, who, if not for his salt and pepper hair, may have looked about thirty. "Saphirra, this is my dear friend Guillaume. The rascal is just back from....which island again, Guillaume?" "Oh, I did a bit of hoping, actually, Kailyn," he answered enigmatically with an accent Saphirra couldn't quite place. "Well, good luck getting a straight answer out of him, Saphirra. I'm off to mind the bar for a few," the Mistresse flashed her winning smile and tapped Saphirra on the ass as she made a hasty exit. Saphirra hadn't expected her Mistresse and lover to just dump her in a man's lap in such a conventional way. She lowered her eyes as she felt his liquid gaze on her bare skin. His entire appearance was understated: slight frame, small features-- yet Saphirra found herself distracted, as he murmured about coral sands and clear water. It was not long before her Mistresse returned with a tray of drinks, and sent the slave on her way with them. Saphirra excused herself from Guillaume demurely, and wandered the room. The sun was setting in a grand splash of color over the lake, and many guests had gone out to the deck to watch, though Saphirra remained with those inside, as she felt a little chilly. She was just beginning to enjoy all the attention as she attended to the guests, when she heard her Mistresse's voice at her back. "A good hostess leaves no one out, Saphirra." The Mistresse indicated a lone gentleman out on the deck, in a quiet shaded corner. Saphirra curtsied to her Mistresse and ventured out. The evening air was bracing, covering her skin in goosebumps and pulling her nipples out like beacons. She thought she could see the neighbors' porch lights through the trees, so she moved eagerly toward the man to fulfill her duty. "May I offer you refreshment, sir?" The gentleman nodded no when she offered a glass of champagne, but knelt down at her bare pussy and looked back into her eyes for permission. Saphirra nodded, catching her Mistresse's subtle body language from just inside the window, to go ahead. He licked the outer folds of her labia delicately. Electrical currents shot through Saphirra's body, straight from her cunt to the spot behind her eyes. She closed her eyelids briefly but remained composed. "Mmm, delicious. The perfect refreshment, thank you." Saphirra rejoiced at Kailyn's timing. Just as she was getting cold, and forgetting her sex, she was simultaneously heated and reminded. "I am here to please, sir. Ma'am, is there anything I can offer you?" Saphirra added to another woman approaching her, only now realizing there was much more on the banquet than she had thought. She held a strawberry to Saphirra's mouth. Saphirra closed her lips around the fruit slowly, and sucked, then bit. The woman kissed her, sucking the fruit back into her own mouth. Her eyes lit up as she gazed back at Saphirra ravenously. The look was a little off-putting to the slavegirl, but it was all part of the role she had promised her Mistresse to play. And it was all harmless fun. Saphirra made her way through the crowd. Most were shy at first, but as the word got around, everyone wanted a taste of the "Birthday Girl". Saphirra felt like the bell of the ball, but also a bit guilty that it was not her Mistresse garnering all the attention. Still, Kailyn seemed pleased with her. Saphirra was surrounded, trying to remain composed as her errogenous zones were sampled, when Kailyn approached her with a tall, thin man with a severe expression. "Saphirra, this is Julius, my Dom." Kailyn's eyes remained low as her hands gestured gracefully toward the man. He was blond and wore his hair cropped short. He was dressed in a silk blouse and tight leather trousers. Diamond studs glinted from his earlobs. Saphirra took her cue from Kailyn and dipped her head demurely. Her eyes were becoming moist around the edges, and it was just as well they were hidden. Inside she was sobbing. Why hadn't Kailyn told her? How could they wish her to see her beautiful Mistresse, her Goddess, subjected. What purpose would it serve? Kailyn was her Queen--she wanted no other. But perhaps it wasn't about what she wanted. Kailyn had been amazingly patient, tolerant of Saphirra's petulance - never chiding, always correcting, never cruel. Saphirra remembered that first day in Kailyn's examination room. Unlike all the other doctors Saphirra had ever seen, Kailyn took her seriously. She offered her expertise, but it was mostly that she never made Saphirra feel inadequate. She was respectful even while she sensed that Saphirra needed some guidance. The fact that their relationship remained profesionally distant for over a year proved to Saphirra that Kailyn's power and integrity were not to be questioned. "Sir, how may I please you?" She turned while the other guests cleared the way. Julius seized both her buttocks and spread them wide, but he did not taste nor punish, he only looked. "Kailyn, dear girl, you've found a beauty, but why should she outshine you, even today? Show our guests what you have to offer." Kailyn stripped immediately, and without a word approached Guillaume, who was seated on a low couch. She kneeled down with her bare, beautiful ass open to this man Saphirra had only just met. She reached her hands behind her and pulled her pussylips wide apart revealing her wet, gaping hole. The man took the invitation, and thrust his already stiff cock into her brusquely. The room became utterly still as all watched him drive his groin against the Mistresse's perfect ass. Saphirra couldn't take it anymore. She rushed to her Mistresse and dove under her, caressing and licking her supple breasts, tweaking her rock-hard nipples, and finally, sucking her clit with all her strength. It was not right to come before the Mistresse. If Julius wanted Kailyn to take this man's come, then apparently it must be, but not before Saphirra's beautiful Goddess came herself. Kailyn was shocked by Guillaume's readiness, and ecstatic at her slave's reaction. The devoted girl was making her come burn through her like a lava flow, she could feel it coursing down to her vulva, it was almost there, only a moment. Guillaume felt her tense and clamp down and that was it, her arousal spurred his, and he pulled out, spilling his come on the small of her back, where it dripped down the valley between her tight buttocks. Saphirra was right there, first sucking her Mistress dry, eager to drink every last drop of her, then, lapping up the man's come from her Mistresse's ass, just as she had been promised. Though she knew this was not the same man. In fact, now that she was faced with him, she knew it must have been Julius. Julius had been in her mouth that afternoon, and he was so sweet. He had carried her from her bed. So he was her Master, but also content to play a nurturing role? She was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions, and her salt teardrops splashed on her Mistresse's back, mixing with the salty come she was lapping up, like a kitten with a platter of cream. She stopped, and considered what she had done as she huddled, shivering on the floor. The guests had spread out again, conversations that had been interupted were continued, and some others initiated their own play. Saphirra realized she must supplicate herself to her new Master, but first she rose to all fours, and looked up at her Mistress, now lounging, spent, on the couch with her lover. "Yes, you're a good little pussy, my sweet," Kailyn cooed. "My, you do love to lap it up, little come slut." Saphirra smiled once again, and purred, rubbing her head against her Mistresse's legs. Satisfied she had done right, she rose to her feet and crept over to where Julius was still standing. "Master, please forgive me. She is my Mistresse, I am here to please her." "You have been well coached," he replied curtly, then sighed, "Yes, well you did please, slave." "Thank you, Master--I--I don't deserve praise. I was greedy for my birthday present." "Oh, yes, I had thought I'd be the one to give you what you had coming." "Perhaps you still are, sir." His eyes lit up at the thought and he leaned in closer, whispering menacingly, "We are not in the proper arena, or I would give you the punishment you deserve, you degraded little slut, you over-sexed whore." "Yes, sir," she shivered. "You say you are faithfully devoted to your Mistresse and you drink her lover's come without her express permission!" She was mortified. "Yes, sir." "You're a faithless, selfless, rutting little she-devil, and I'll give you a beating you'll not soon forget!" "Yes, sir!" "In good time, slave. We'll see. Now tend to your Mistresse and see if you can't earn her good opinion of you." "Yes, sir." He turned away from her dismissively and announced, "Gentlemen, and Ladies, please join us in the theater, for a screening of my new piece." So Julius was the filmmaker Saphirra had heard Lulu and Min hint about. They had both appeared in his films. Yet, apparently, Saphirra gleaned from the guests, his erotic work was still on a private amateur level, and was only ever seen at these parties. The lake house was his and Kailyn's, but he had just returned from a shoot in Europe. What a strange way to get to know one's host. Saphirra smiled to herself, remembering his hard shaft pushing against her throat. After an excellent reception of the premiere, a few guests remained in the theatre to view the archives, while the rest returned to the main room with their hosts. "So you're here to please, slave. I think you will give us all a treat by pleasuring yourself." "Thank you, sir." He whispered in her ear, "Now make sure we can all see you, slut, and give it something extra." The lounge was more of a plush amphitheatre than a livingroom. While the front of nearly solid windows faced the lake (the heavy velvet draped were now drawn), the rear looked on an open winding staircase which lead to a balcony, then down a hall to the bedrooms. Despite the high, beamed ceilings of this room, hanging lights and low, plush furnishings kept it intimate. Love sacks dominated tonight, supplemented by the deeply cushioned rugs and many loosely skattered cushions. The buffet tables had been cleared away, and in their place was a central platform, which was at present set up with tumbling pads and futon mattresses. Kailyn had hinted that this was not a torture crowd. This was about pure hedonistic pleasure. Saphirra propped herself against a futon, spreading her legs. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of the room. Normally she would have been on her stomach, with the weight of her body pressing her pussy into her hand. This would be more physically demanding, so she might just have to--not exactly fake it, but test her imagination. A trace of patchouli incense drifted past her nostrils. Something with hypnotic voices and exotic instruments drifted softly from hidden speakers. She called up a picture of Kailyn in her mind, and what took form was so silly, so naughty, Saphirra found herself caught between shame and laughter. She saw Kailyn in her labcoat at the end of the exam table. Her hands came toward her, removed her gloves, and plunged them past the speculum to her deepest core of pleasure. And Saphirra did now what she had fantasized about then. When Saphirra was done, she opened her eyes to a different world. She was afraid she had lost her audience as she looked around at the orgy that surrounded her. Only a few single men with laps full of their own come were still watching her. The rest of the room was clumped into gangs, as there were several more men than women. She shivered, spent, hungry, and cold. Min appeared, as if on cue and tucked a blanket around them both as she snuggled against her. The girl offered her a cookie left over from banquet. "Min, was I alright?" Saphirra asked, taking the cookie. "They don't seem to be paying any attention." The handmaid laughed and gave her a chastising look, "You inspired all of this, slave," she answered, kissed her, then left as Julius moved toward the stage. His movement alone was enough to re-focus the attention of the room. The man walked with his own stage. "Kailyn, let's give Saphirra a break. She deserves it. It's our turn." "Yes, Master. May I have a few moments with her privately before we begin?" "Certainly." Kailyn came up holding Saphirra's leash and clipped it on. "You fucked yourself like a naughty little pussycat. I wonder what you were imagining to make you boil over," she grinned as if she knew, and gave the leash a tug. This was Saphirra's cue to follow on all fours. She crawled off swinging her hips and very pleased with herself indeed. Kailyn took her down a short hallway and into a small bedroom. As soon as the door was closed Kailyn's demeanor shifted. "Up on the bed you slut!" "Yes, Mistresse!" she climbed up, remaining on all fours. "You liked all those people watching you fuck yourself, didn't you?" she said, landing a hard spank on Saphirra's upturned ass. "Yes, Mistresse!" "You're a little whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Mistresse!" "What do little whore's get?" "They get spanked, Mistresse." "Then count them out, slave!" The Mistresse gave her fifty then sat down on the bed next to Saphirra. "Curl up on my lap, pussy." Saphirra was flying high now and was only to happy to follow orders. "You know I love you now?" "Yes, Mistresse, I always know." "But you feel better now?" Saphirra faced her Mistresse, full of emotion. "Mistresse, how could you tell?" "I know you, my little pussycat. You try hard to cover it up, but I see you." Saphirra held her gaze, falling deep into Kailyn's eyes and felt a few tears escape down her cheeks before burying her face in Kailyn's breasts. Saphirra Ch. 04 The lounge was cloaked in quiet conversation when they re-entered. Soft flute music was playing and more candles had been lit. Kailyn took Saphirra to a red futon on the floor in the center of the room and kissed her passionately. Her luxurious long black hair caressed the slave's cheeks. Saphirra felt a flood of joy course through her as she embraced Kailyn. Her eyes closed as she breathed in the love of this incredible woman, letting it warm her to the core. She returned her kiss ecstatically, and found her body being pulled onto the futon, on top of her Mistresse, where they kissed and fondled for their audience until Julius joined them. Saphirra never knew she could be so wet for so long. The constant attention had made her thighs slip against eachother as she walked. She was conscious of every surface she sat against. Kailyn's velvet gown brushed against every peach fuzz hair on her arms. The Mistresse pushed her aside briefly so she could slip her gown over her head. Saphirra breathed deeply at the sight of her naked form. She, too, had shaved since that afternoon. Her labia poked out to taunt her slave. Saphirra's juice dripped in response from her cunt, landing seductively on her Mistresse's wet pussy as she leaned over her on all fours. Kailyn grinned and fingered herself, swirling it around to coat it with her nectar. A moment later she put it in Saphirra's mouth and watched the girl squeal with delight as she licked her finger clean. "How do I taste?" she laughed. "Ambrosia. You're heavenly," Saphirra mused. She could still taste Kailyn on her tongue when Julius's graceful hand lifted her chin and his hard cock entered her mouth. She could smell the leather of the trousers he still wore, but had opened at the front. Feeling his width fill her mouth and tasting that familiar sweetness again was intoxicating. She braced her hand against his chest and fingered the edge of his open silk shirt. Siezing control, he thrust his cock at her one more time, and pulled away. Falling back on all fours, Saphirra barely had a moment to catch her breath before she felt the thrust of a smooth shaft into her flooded pussy. She contracted against it. Her eyes squeezed shut while her nerves rubbed against the cock, groaning in ecstasy each time the tip pressed at her innermost point; a wet pillow of nerves pulsing with blood and pleasure. Saphirra drifted among all these sensations, moving her buttocks and thighs, not with her will but in full abandon. Her arms collapsed under her and she searched for Kailyn's full, demanding lips, but instead found her netherlips, for her Mistresse had been prodded by Julius to turn herself around. He was now driving his shaft into Kailyn's pussy while Saphirra's lips found her Mistresse's clit and sucked hard. The Mistresse reciprocated by darting her long tongue out as Guillaume continued to slap his groin against Saphirra's upturned ass. She knew it was him--she could see his pant legs through hers. She could smell the same musk she had licked from her Mistresse. Inertia took over and the lapping and rocking, like the distant waves against the rocks, was now much more difficult to stop than to perpetuate. Her back arched and buttocks rose to meet and resist the thrust of Guillaume. He was now, literally, driving her to distraction, drilling her whole force into her Mistresse and Julius. She was an anemone, undulating, drawing in everything that came near. Saphirra felt her Mistresse rise beneath her, rising from the lava flow inside of her. Her lips moved away from Saphirra's mound as she succombed to her own climax. Saphirra held fast, moving her tongue furiously now, drawing in Kailyn's hard bud, imprisoning it between her teeth, her lips. She held her grip, bracing herself with one hand on Julius' flexed thigh as Kailyn shook with the current. Even Guillaume paused, thick with tension, to witness the Mistresse's ecstasy. When she was spent, she slipped away from Saphirra with Julius. Now what were they up to? This brief introspection was aborted as Guillaume resumed, pushing her onto her belly, her arms now no more supportive than bread dough. She felt the air press around her, the closing presence of the other guests. Guillaume's rythym became more urgent, his thrusts gave the slave a warm pain in her belly, but she held on until he pulled out and came on her ass. Lulu appeared from out of nowhere and rubbed down Saphirra's ass and pussy with a hot, damp cloth. Saphirra seized the moment to catch her breathe desperately while her Mistresse and new Master appeared in the corner of her rapture-blurred vision. They were on a nearby cushion. The Mistresse was sitting on the Master's lap and lowering her tender anus over his erection. They both glistened with come and massage oil. As soon as the Mistresse had absorbed him into her, down to the base, another man knelt against their low cushion and entered the Mistresse from the front. The Master was whispering something in the Mistresse's ear. She replied softly, but audibly, "Yes, please, Master, I want you to come in my ass." Saphirra subconsciously began to tense and relax her glutes while watching this, and Guillaume took the opportunity to follow Julius' lead. He took the handiest bottle of scented oil, and whispered to Saphirra, "Come let me see your tight little asshole, sweetie." She crept up and followed him to a lovesac, watching the tan muscles of his back ripple slightly as he practically swam across the room. He sat down and removed his rumpled slacks, and she crouched over his naked lap, holding her cheeks apart for him. He inserted an oil-coated finger into her ass and she cooed with pleasure. Finding more room than he'd expected, he lost no time lubing his still erect penis and filling her ass with it. Saphirra gasped at the brief burning sensation, but he held it still once he was in, and Saphirra found her muscles contracting rhythmically, almost automatically. She moved to finger her clit to ease the pain, but her lover seized both her hands and held them fast at the small of her back with his strong right hand. Then he licked his left index finger and rubbed it on her clit. Just as Saphirra's rhythm rose the woman who had fed her strawberries approached her with a dildo. She knelt at the slave's knees and slammed the dildo into her sticky cunt while licking and sucking her clit like a woman starved. Saphirra was pushed over the edge to another orgasm as she caught her Mistresse coming with three men and two women. Kailyn's sweet lips circled around another man's cock mimicking the motions of her asshole against Julius, while she fingered a different pussy in each hand. Min had not been exaggerating when she said Saphirra would beg to have every hole filled. Her lust was a downpour. "Please--" she cried breathily in the high singsong voice of her climax, "Fill me up!" Though her Mistresse could not answer, there was no need. Saphirra soon felt the tender flesh of the tip of a penis slip through her lips. The strawberry woman moved from her pussy to her left hand, taking it and shoving Saphirra's three fingers into a pussy so wet and open that only the woman's strong grip could keep Saphirra's hand inside. Reeling from the throbbing cock slipping in and out of her mouth, her hand went limp as the woman used her as just another toy. Saphirra closed her eyes as the cock she had coated in her saliva parted the lips of her pussy. He was excruciatingly slow, and smaller than Guillaume. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" she begged, pulsating against him and breathed in another's musk at her face. This penis had the tart, spicy scent of her Mistresse. The slave gasped quickly and devoured it, taking the shaft deep into her throat to suck every drop of her Mistresse. This silenced her. She had no courage now to look into anyone's eyes nor see faces. She kept her eyes shut to concentrate on the juices pouring into her from every angle. She was pressed between the two men's torsos, the malleable orbs of her breasts in sharp contrast to their tight, twitching pecs. Guillaume's gentle movements in and out of her puckered hole, and his fingers massaging the rim were awakening a flood within her ass. The throbbing was automatic, uncontrollable. Both her hands now felt the soft ridges and folds of a woman's burning sex. The mingling scents were heady and thick. A strange new torrent of heat crashed through Saphirra's anus causing her sphincter to pulse with the speed of a master pianist. She let go and shook as Guillaume finally lost his poise, crying, "Oh, God, Saphirra!" as he filled her ass with his come. This orgasm was not like the clitoral ones she was used to. This orgasm made the slave wild. Instead of being spent and sore, she was primed, full of honey and aching to erupt again. Her pussy had been naked all evening for all to see; glinting teasingly from her constant state of arousal. The slave knew she was the real delicacy the Master and Mistresse had used to entice their guests. She was amazed at their gentleness as they offered her water, and gave her moments to breathe. As the cries and movements around her softened the slave felt the cool blind on her face and sensed her Mistresse's presence. She sighed with pleasure, happy to be in darkness. "Thank you, Mistresse." Kailyn bent over to kiss her slave, and playfully bit her lip, but said nothing. While Kailyn gathered coats and gave her thanks and goodbyes to the other guests at the door, Julius gathered the orgy participants in a comfortable pile on the lovesac where Saphirra lay, blinded and out of breath, but still shining pink with arousal. "Slave, do you have a good sense of smell?" he asked. "Yes, Master. I can almost taste you in the air," she smiled softly. "I'm going to introduce you to everyone. It's not right that you don't know everyone's names. But I'm going to leave the blind on. You will know them by touch and smell." He sat down beside Saphirra and nodded to one of the men with whom he had shared Kailyn. The man gently placed his limp member in Saphirra's hand. "This is Marc. Smell him, pussycat." Saphirra curled her face to her hand, and inhaled his musk, strong from arousal, but his own this time, not Kailyn's. "Now you smell of you--like strong tea." Julius continued until Saphirra had taken a moment with each, to memorize them. They were all inclined to be lighthearted, and laughed as she searched for words to describe them all. It was difficult since several were similar, but she nuzzled her face against the soft spot behind one's ear, in the crook of another's arm, at the delicate hollow below the collarbone, until she had a clear sense memory to place with each name. Guillaume was hard to place but unforgettable, and Ilana, the strawberry woman, wore a fruity perfume. Only then did Julius remove the blind so Saphirra could add faces to the puzzle. "But wasn't there another woman?" "Of course," he grinned, "Lulu took advantage of your lovely hand for a bit. Didn't you recognize her?" The slave dipped her head, and squinted her eyes sheepishly. "Well, no, not from....that." She was disappointed that she hadn't seen the look on Lulu's face. Her Mistresse returned to find her blushing. "Seeing Marc's cock in my pussy made you come, didn't it?" Kailyn grinned. Glad that they were giving her a moment to step out of her role, Saphirra answered, "Well, that and Guillaume and---everyone--it was--overwhelming!" "Would anyone like to stay for the birthday girl's spanking?" Julius asked. The slave's eyes popped open wider when eight agreed, making the Master and Mistress ten. "Splendid, a nice even number!" he laughed mischieviously. Ilana and Marc begged the late hour, and Kailyn saw them out, while Julius went looking for the restraints to prepare the slave. Soon Saphirra found herself entering into the dark, dizzy, head of a true slave again; blinded, with her hands and feet bound, mouth gagged, nipples clamped, and her warm ass pushing against a cold plug. Though her climax had subsided, the shock of the plug and the clamps kept her just aroused enough to stay open and pliant. The remaining group trooped en mass down to the dungeon with her in tow. When they entered the heated tile floor soothed her feet, but it was a brief pleasure as she was quickly lifted onto the horse where she had just that afternoon tasted Julius for the first time. How long ago that seemed! "Now, don't anyone hold back. If anyone can't do a full twenty-five, don't worry, I'll finish her off!" The Master barked. Saphirra quaked at the thought of that many spanks. "Remember, pussy, I'm here," Saphirra felt Kailyn's warm breath in her ear. "If it's too much, you just signal. I'll know." The Mistresse kissed her forehead, and moved around to the back of the horse. "Give me the paddle, Guillaume. I'll start her off." Saphirra's head reeled in conflicting emotions as the blows landed on her protruding ass. The Mistresse had done this many times before, but there was an intimacy to it now that clutched at the slave's heart. She lay there, full of the come of these new lovers, but strangely shy that they should see her like this with her Mistresse. After everything that had happened that day she could not explain it. She was not in the position of a shrinking flower. A river of gutteral groans escaped through the gag, her dripping juices made a dark slick along the vinyl horse. She bucked from each new new hand against her ass, but reared back for another again and again. The smelling game was more than just a game, for now she knew who was spanking her, as they all made a point of leaning in closely. Every now and again Saphirra stretched her fingers, which were attached to the front of the horse, and felt Kailyn's hand. She had taught her to signal the "I Love You" sign in her hand, like Helen Keller, only now it made more sense why. Guillaume, who knew her most private hole so intimately, reached below and spanked her against the plug and the tender spot between. She relished his scent--it was almost as if the beach clung to him wherever he went. Saphirra was beyond a violent climax by now, writhing on a plateau of wakeful nerves, as if any moment a million orgasms might ooze from every pore. They showered her with crude names, encouraging her to surrender her self and become a toy to be used. They complimented her round, tight ass, and crowed to see it's color deepen with every blow. Julius was last and took his time, sliding his dry hand over her burning cheeks, caressing every curve, as if he was memorizing the terrain and planning his swing, like an Olympic athelete. "You're a furnace, you little slut. Absolutely insatiable." He bent down and hissed menacingly in her ear, "Now you're going to get what's coming to you. And you're going to beg." The Master removed the gag, and land a powerful blow with the paddle. "Fuck!" Saphirra swore. Sweat stung her eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She felt Kailyn's hand against her own, but was not ready to give in. She could take it. "Will you please spank me again, Master?" Whether the next spanks were softer, or whether she was simply desensitized, the slave could not tell. Julius was right. Soon she was begging, "Harder, harder!" The paddle roamed all over her ass as the room counted them out. There was a slight pause, and she waved her ass insistently in the air. "More, Master! Please!" Someone grabbed her thighs and pulled them out and open. Her pussylips gaped wide, coming back to life, then felt the blow of a smaller paddle, one shaped especially to fit between the cheeks and spank her cunt. She couldn't believe she was coming again. "Fuck me harder, Master! Spank me! Spank my cunt! Fuck! I'm coming!" "Not yet, you're not," he ordered and stopped. There was nothing but the sound of her panting. After about five seconds, he spanked her cunt again, and asked, "What are you?" "I'm a come slut, Master!" "You're going to come on 25, got that?" "Yes, Master!" Though she was sure this was a set up for failure and yet more punishment, the slave promised. "Count them out!" She gasped, and counted, "19-20-21-22-twenty-three-ee-aaahhh-ah-ah-twenty-four-ur-omigod-twenty-fi-iy-iyaaaa!" She collapsed and barely heard the guests applauding. "You really know how to put on a show, Julius. I hope you were filming that one?" "You know I was," he smiled with the look of triumph in his eyes. Kailyn hugged him tightly, with pride. The click of heels on tile and the soft murmuring of goodnights and goodbyes were beginning to lull Saphirra to sleep, when Kailyn and Julius released the buckles and stripped her bare. They each kissed her, Kailyn removing the blind, and the Master wiping her clean with a steamed towel. Kailyn was leaning over the front of the bench, resting her weight on her long gorgeous arms and gazing at Saphirra's spent body when Julius came around behind her. He took his penis in his hand and rubbed it back and forth across her pussy. Kailyn held her stare on Saphirra as if she could transmit the sensation with her eyes. Saphirra was too tired to look up but kept her eyes open--they rested just above the level of Kailyn's pussy. Her thighs glistened with sweat. She wanted Saphirra to smell the tang of her juices, and hear the slip of the Master's cock on her moisture. She wanted her slave to watch him enter her Mistresse's pussy, but it did not. He was coating his fingers as well as his penis with Kailyn's juices, and while his penis thrust at her, so did his slippery finger in her ass. She let out a heavy groan. "Beg for it, slave," he said throatily in her ear, loud enough for Saphirra to hear. Kailyn interrupted her groans of pleasure to gasp out, "Please, Master, fuck me in the ass. Please fill my filthy ass with your huge cock!" Saphirra was enthralled again to hear these words from her Mistresse--a slave and begging for it! What did that make her? Even lower. A pet. Nothing but a pussy. Her loins pulsed at the thought. Julius knew what Kailyn wanted. She wanted the swift burning thrust, the constant friction--he knew her. He felt her cheeks clench and release rhythmically in his hands as her passion opened that passage wide. He tightened his grip on her pelvis, and hammered his shaft in with one stroke. He waited only to hear her cry of ecstatic pain, then began pulling and pushing with the hypnotic rhythm of a trapeze artist. Kailyn was in another world, but still refused to drop her gaze from her own slave. She recalled Saphirra's tongue on her ass that morning, and the memory added the sweetest agony to the pleasure of the moment. She pushed against her Master's pelvis, rapt with the shared pleasure of his rising orgasm. Anticipating with unparalleled lust the rush of his hot jam on the sensitive tissue of her anus, rushed her nectar to the surface. "I'm going to come on your ass!" he cried and pulled out. Both clenched stiff for the final eruption, and in one frozen moment in time, Saphirra watched a drop of her Mistresse's precious liquid fall to the floor. They both smiled down at Saphirra, and Julius grabbed Kailyn's arms and spun her around. "Lap up your cream, little pussy." He hadn't forgotten! Saphirra licked the Master's come from her Mistresse's ass, grinning the whole time. She stretched her tongue out as far as it would go, and made a show of running the tip from Kailyn's anus up her crevice to the small of her back. "That's it, comeslut, lick your Mistresse clean." "Yes, Master," she whispered, swallowing his sweet cream. Kailyn moved herself over her slave, manuevering so Saphirra could reach every dip in her topography. The girl's tongue ran from her back to her clit and back again, dipping quickly inside both her holes to make sure she got every drop. Saphirra Ch. 04 "Tired, sweetie?" Kailyn asked softly. "Yes," the slave took a deep breath. "Saphirra?" Julius whispered in her ear. "Yes, Master?" "You may call me Julius now. You know I love Kailyn deeply--" "Yes?" she said it more like a question. "You make a beautiful slave, Saphirra--" "Thank you, Julius." "I wasn't finished," he sighed. "You'd make a better lover. Our lover. Will you make love to us tonight?" "I will keep going all night if you ask it." "No, Saphirra, now you are you. You should only do what you feel now. And I'm asking." "Julius, she's exhausted, she needs food, and sleep--" Kailyn interrupted, but her slave answered, "Yes. Yes, I will. I want to show you--I'm in love with you both." A rogue tear crept from the corner of her eye. Saphirra felt almost as if they were her parents. The taboo of that thought tied her gut in knots, but warmed her also. Kailyn skipped off to the kitchen to assemble a tray of snacks, and Julius carried Saphirra's slight frame upstairs, laying her gently on the king size bed in the master bedroom. It was dark and quiet, and since it had been empty all evening, the room lacked the lush ambience of the lounge. The blue satin sheets were cool to the touch, but Saphirra found the negative space soothing. A kettle whistled from the kitchen downstairs. Julius turned on a small lamp, and Saphirra gazed at him with new eyes in the amber glow. Despite the harsh, chiselled cut of his hair, and the sharpness of his joints, Saphirra noted a cotton-like quality to the way he moved. Quick and deliberate, but with a lilt as if he could feel the resist of the aura around all he touched and was allowing it to bounce back at him. A subtle padding in the hall annouced Kailyn's return with tea and cookies. The trio kissed and nuzzled eachother as they ate. The only sounds were the crunch of crumbs, sipping, and their breath as they explored eachother's eyes and lips. Saphirra drank in Kailyn's lush dark hair with her eyes as it waved over her shoulders in wanton disarray. Her breath mingled with the steam from her mug, and as she sighed, it was blown across to Julius's steam, then Kailyn's, until all three clouds merged in a gently swirling vortex, caressing their bare chests, and melting their tender nipples. The food restored Saphirra, and she soon set down her empty teacup to turn her complete attention on seducing her lovers. She smiled bashfully, and gently pushed them both down on their backs. Then lying between their thighs she let her hands and kisses roam from Kailyn's mound to Julius's pelvis and back and forth again, gradually increasing in pressure as they responded and kissed and fondled eachother. All three were soft and shaved bald. Just to touch her upper lip against their skin and feel the smoothness was heavenly. Yet, before long Saphirra couldn't resist the call of Kailyn's pussy. She gave Julius's cock one last kiss, then placed herself flat on her belly between Kailyn's thighs, and cupped her hands beneath her buttocks to raise the cup of ambrosia to her lips. She no longer had her mind on the orgasm, but took her time taking in every nuance of her loving Mistresse. Her tongue roamed inside her damp walls as if in a pirate's cave, pushing against every crevice to find her buried treasure. Soon Kailyn had enough liquid to swallow, and Saphirra added a finger, then two. She came up for air and spanked the Mistresse's pussy several times in rapid succession, like the quick trot of a horse, finding she did actually like this little bit of control, in the privacy of their bedroom. Kailyn began to buck, but Saphirra dived in again, forcing her pelvis to be still with her own weight. Now all her fingers fit inside, and the nerves of each fingertip found another button to press, moving all at once. Kailyn's cries became more urgent as Julius took her nipples between his teeth. He could not resist stroking himself while watching them. They were so gorgeous together. He was struck with a sudden inspiration and pushed Kailyn on her side toward Saphirra. From this angle he could pinch her nipples with one hand and finger her ass with the other. He pushed his index finger into her mouth and she covered it with her tongue and warm saliva. He pulled it out and quickly circled it around the rim of her pink hole before jamming it in. She groaned with pleasure. Saphirra continued to lick Kailyn's clit and started to feel her hand slip. It was curled into a little shaft to reach her lover's tender spots inside, and Saphirra felt Kailyn deliberately breathe in and relax. There was ever so slightly more room now, as Kailyn opened herself to the exquisite ecstasy of her Master's hand in her crevice. It was just enough for Saphirra to slip in a few more inches, and now she was inside her Mistresse up to her wrist. Watching her wrist slip in like that turned her on so much she increased the speed of her tongue on Kailyn's rosy clit. The Mistresse came without a sound beside the quickness of her breath, squeezed between her lovers, impaled on their fingers, held strong and safe from flying away on the wings of her bliss. She was split open--no longer human but a black hole absorbing everything in reach. Saphirra collapsed back on the bed as if the Mistresse's orgasm had been her own, and sapped all her strength. The Master and Mistresse took her between them and caress her every curve, up and down. Julius sat up to have a good look and they both spread their legs wide for him. "What a sight. Two beautiful, wet, bald little pussys," he sighed, and pushed his hands in both of them. Saphirra felt as if she could live her entire life with Julius and Kailyn in her pussy. She never wanted to be empty again. Kailyn curled around and kissed her slave passionately, exploring every surface of her mouth with her tongue. As they kissed their hands roamed, with their pussylips on a current through the touch of Julius' powerful arms. The day had been long, and the night almost gone as well, but it could not end before every inch of skin had been explored and satiated. Kailyn rolled on top of Saphirra and covered her neck and face with kisses. Julius's hands moved away and she ground their pussys together. Julius knelt at the foot of the bed with a prime view. Like this, he could satisfy them both at once. He spread the long graceful fingers of his strong right hand, and gripped them, a finger in each cunt. He tugged gently and they let themselves slide down the satin sheets. They were so pressed together he had to wriggle in and let Kailyn's legs rest on his shoulders, but he was determined. His tongue darted out and licked the two buds at once. Their orgasm was instantaneous and he was rewarded for his efforts with a shower of come.