9 comments/ 3851 views/ 1 favorites The Neglected By: DreamCloud Author's Note: My apologies to my readers. Every now and again, something strange crawls into my mind. This story was caused by reading Anne Rice's book 'The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty.' I thought the book was one thing, and found it to be something very different. It is out of my system now and I will return to my novel that nears completion. It will be on Lit in the coming weeks. ***** The Neglected My anger, suppressed though it was, built to bonfire heat. My knees ached as I watched my precious Master hold the lady's eyes. Her laughter was a curse to my ears, almost painful the way it echoed. Oh, how hurt some the smile he returned. I should have been looking to the floor, but so enthralled was Master, he had forgotten my existence. If it would not displease him, I would thrust a blade between the lady's ample breast, taking pleasure in her last breaths. It was jealousy, something I never felt before, that clawed at my insides. My breasts were small, nothing like the lady's who sat playing Jackolink with my Master. I had plan hair, long black tresses that used to please him. Now those cornsilk curls held his eyes. He didn't even see my disobedient stares. Where was the paddle, the shackles? Was I forgotten, shelved for that blue eyed bitch? Yes, it was jealousy. Hate had formed and buried itself it deep in my stomach. "A wager, my Prince," the lady said, a chuckle poised on her full red lips. My hateful eyes wondered how Master could stand her, clothed as she was. A billowing gown of white embroidered with gold trim. Her breasts pushed upward and thrust at his eyes. I was sure they sagged ghastly once her corset was removed. No one could be so perfect. "You think you have me?" my Prince asked, his lips glowing. I felt the strength in his voice. I smiled, though I wasn't given permission, at the idea that the lady could best such a perfect example of a man. His brown eyes could dig deep into a woman's soul and promise pleasure with a mere glance. I re-grasped my hands behind my back as memories warmed the parts he had neglected since the lady had made herself known. "I think I have a strategy you have not seen," the lady replied. Her eyes glowed as she bounced her eyebrows. She was so pretty that ugliness grew in my mind. I wanted to jump up and point out her faults. Tell my Prince of the evil she wrought in his heart. I felt my eyes water as he looked at her with those lovely eyes that were meant for me. "And what would you risk?" my Prince wisely asked. I had seen the position of his pieces and knew the strategies and his skill. He had her in four or five moves. Whatever her wager, my Prince would take it. Secretly, I wished she would risk something valuable to her heart. "Why, my family bracelet," the lady said, "it is wrought in gold and has jeweled charms added by each generation of mothers for the daughter that followed." I gasped as she displayed her wrist. It was more valuable than anything I could have hoped. I drove my eyes downward, thinking my gasp had attracted attention to my kneeling naked body. My shy eyes soon found that I was still ignored. "For what stakes would you risk such a thing?" my Prince asked, his eyes wide in surprise. I too wondered at the peril she had placed herself. To return to her family without such heirloom would cost her more than I could imagine. "Time, my dear Prince," she said softly, "a moment alone with your Angel." My breath caught, and I disobeyed with great prejudice. My eyes, unasked, boldly found the perfect face of my Prince. I awaited her chastisement. Some statement of how precious I was to him. His eyes found mine, and I melted before them. I pushed my naked breasts as forward as my kneeling would allow. My intent was to remind him who submitted, who pleasured him with every fiber of her being. Ignore this fine lady and see the softness that yields to your climax. "Angel!" Master scolded. I dropped my eyes and spread my knees farther apart. I displayed my sex as expected, pleased at being remembered. The world heard an angry reprimand. I heard 'I love you, my precious Angel.' One word from that strong mouth and my moisture flowed. I prayed he would remember my insolence and punish me before he took me. "My Angel is more precious than that bauble," my Prince stated. My whole body warmed at his words. He had not forgotten me. The lady was just brief entertainment. I didn't dare look up, but I knew what jealousy she must feel. I took pleasure in it. I spread my legs farther so that Master would remember what he owned. "Surely," the lady responded, "but I risk forever for but a moment. What is an hour or two compared to eternity?" I tightened my hands together and pushed them into the small of my back. They would have shaken embarrassingly otherwise. A moment with me was surely worth less than a gold bracelet laced with jewels. "I have a strong position," my Prince schooled her, "the chances of a victory are slim." I tried desperately to hide my grin. Maybe he would place the bracelet on me when he took me later. It would enhance his victory and further his pleasure. My grin faded when I remembered it had been nearly two weeks since he had forced me to bed. Two weeks in which the bitch had claimed his time. "Than your risk is small," the lady said. I dared to raise my eyes. She was wearing a smug expression that I hated to admit looked charming. I wanted so much to use my fingernails to give her the ugliness her words awoke in me. "It is a wager, my dear Lucinda," Master responded. He had bet me. I tried to hold them back, but they came none the less. Tears without pain. I loved my punishment tears, but these were so weak and horrible. It was the first time I had envisioned a dislike to my Master. I tried to think how I had displeased him. Nothing I had done warranted more than correction and certainly not the loss of love. I used all my muscles to close my jaw, but a sob escaped. I was losing the most precious thing in the world. I was losing my Master. No reprimand came. No loving rebuke of my ghastly verbal display of emotion. I looked up as they resumed their game. I was neglected. A fate worse than death. My mind reeled at the implications. How would I live if this lady, with all her finery, took my place? My Prince had tired of me. It was just a step, a bet he couldn't lose, but I knew the direction. I would be lost soon enough. My throat tightened as my sobs increased. Neither noticed my tears. I could have risen and walked off and not even earned a paddle. I was becoming nothing. The lady moved her warrior forward, orthogonal to my masters lieutenant. Master's victory was now guaranteed, yet the bet remained. He had never risked me before. The bracelet was a trinket. I was yielding love. Something that was given, not traded. Master retreated his lieutenant, a losing move. I screamed. It came from somewhere deep and exited my mouth unbidden. He meant to lose me. There was no more time to alter his mind. He loved another. I heard the lady gasp at my cry. My Prince came running. "Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin!" Master yelled as he rushed forward. My tears wouldn't stop as I rose. Even his arms and the word that released me from my bonds could quell them. "You mean to lose me," I cried, folding into his strong arms, "send her away," I begged. "My poor Angel," Reginald sighed. He encircled my small frame, pulling my naked form against his best clothes. The clothes meant to impress the bitch. "It was a ruse, I admit it," he whispered in my ear, "she desires your ear, and I wish to grant it. Now I wish I hadn't." "You know," I said sobbing, "I give myself to you. Now you love another." I thought briefly of throwing myself off the balcony. My pain would be over in an instant. I could love no other. I flinched when I felt a hand on my hip. Reginald's circled me, and there was only one other in the room. I turned my head and was surprised I had to look down. I blinked to clear the tears from my eyes and saw the lady, her dress wrinkling badly, as she knelt before me. "Please," the lady begged, "a word alone." Her eyes watered like mine. They did not waver from my face, did not look at my Prince. "I am yours," Reginald whispered in my ear, "that will not change." His lips found my neck and traveled with a caress only he could produce. My strength began to return. "She wishes only a word, a thing for you to consider," he breathed. I melted into the soft flicks of his tongue on my ear, a move that foreshadowed him claiming me. "I hate that she lessens me," I admitted. "Hear her," Reginald continued, "I will remember my duty and take pleasure from you tonight, I will do it hard as penance for the nights I have missed. I will correct your failings, make you perfect in my eyes as if you could be any other way." My body heated at his words. "I will strap you to the bed, the way that pleases me most, and thrust into you time and again." My sex was dripping, but I needed to know. "And if I don't hear her?" I asked. My voice weak, unsure if it wanted the response. "I will take you either way," Reginald responded. His smile quelled my tears. The tenderness in his arms was reserved for these rare detentes. His heart had not moved from mine. I looked down at the lady, who remained subservient on her knees. She wore a weak smile. Her eyes continued their pleading. I released my love, taking a step back. "I will hear her," I said. I didn't enjoy my will being forefront. It was uncomfortable and forced decisions better left to others. I hated decisions. There was no point to them if my love was willing to make them on my account. I wished only to please, the perfect life as I saw it. "Then I will leave you two," my Prince said, "when I return, your will drop to your knees or bear the consequences." A pleasant shiver ran down my spine. I wondered if I would be bold enough to defy to incur additional punishment. It had been a so long since he exacted a toll worthy of his dominance. My rear had felt so neglected of late. I watched him walk hesitantly from the room. I disliked how this lady's desire weakened him. "Rise," I commanded the lady. An uncomfortable word that sent blackness through my mind. I prefer to be told rather than to tell. She rose with thankfulness in her eyes. She was so weak and weakened my Prince more in her wake. "You dislike me," the lady commented, "my time with your master has worn hard on you." I turned away from her. My words would be strong, and I had little stomach for doing it eye to eye. "I will love him to my grave," I said to the wall, "I expect certain things, acknowledgments that you have siphoned off. Could I claw your eyes, sometimes I think I would." I heard a loud sigh. I had expected an argument, which I would have honestly dreaded. I turned to find her sitting in the chair at the gaming table. "You see me as a thief," the lady pointed out. "Yes," I answered. A worse word I would have used, but it was sufficient for the conversation. There was a long silence. The conversation was her desire, so I waited, uncomfortably as an equal. "You can not bear his children," she stated, "no one would recognize your offspring." I wanted to jump on her face and remove her eyes. I was not a royal, and everyone knew it. That didn't mean my love was any less grand. Nor my Prince's love for me. I nodded and held my tongue. "My family and his have found profit in a union between the Prince and I," she continued, "do you deny that the kingdom would prosper from a child of our union?" I wondered how long it would take for her to die if I wrapped my hand around her throat. Wealth, status and magnificent breasts. Why was I devoid of all three? My anger rose. "Will you take him from me?" I asked with fury in my voice. Unexpectedly, she laughed. It was an honest laugh that I failed to develop a proper counter. I wasn't sure if I should slap her or join in. I said nothing funny that I was aware. "It would be easier to take the beauty from a rose," she laughed. I smiled though I had no desire too. Something in her demeanor made me join her levity. "You have no idea the hold you have on your handsome Prince." "He owns me," I corrected. Again she laughed. I was sure she saw me as confused, which I was. The lady pulled my Prince's chair closer to her own and begged me to sit. I did. She took my hands in hers. "Reginald loves you completely," the lady said. I flinched at his name, never had I used it, "it is I who must beg your permission, for he will not tear at your heart to make the request." I was truly confused as she held my hands securely in hers. They were warm and had a strength I didn't expect. "If your answer is no, I will not be allowed to ask again. He has told me as much." "What is your desire, my Lady?" I asked. It came so quickly and in my submissive tone. I wanted to re-ask with a more condescending tone, the way she deserved. Her hands firmed, keeping mine in place and forcing me docile. "A union between Reginald and I would be profitable for all concerned," the lady said. I wished she wouldn't use his birth name. The equality made me uncomfortable. "Reginald sees the benefits and finds me...well...not disagreeable." "I hate it," I interjected. I tried to pull my hands back, but she held tight. I dropped my eyes, "I don't want to be second. I don't want to share." "Of course not," the lady agreed, "and I would prefer my future husband to be unencumbered with such a lovely woman as yourself." Her tone increased. "Do you think I like the way he thinks of you. He will make no decision until he considers how it will affect his Angel." I sucked in my breath. "He won't marry you," I surmised, " unless I agree." I saw the truth of it in her eyes. My heart grew tremendously, back to where it had been before the lady invaded our life. "Nor can I kiss him," she admitted. "You have not?" I asked, surprised that it had not occurred. "I have snuck in a few on his cheek," she said, smiling, "How can you not kiss such a perfect face?" "Oh," I sighed, "his lips are so forceful." I blushed when I realized what I said. The lady pulled my hands deeper into her lap. I had to lean forward to accommodate the movement. "I so want to taste his lips," she said to me. Her eyes looked so dreamy as she said it. "You wish me to tell him so?" I asked incredulously. I again tried to pull my hands back, but her grip was demanding. I left them there since it wasn't uncomfortable. "Yes," she told me, "I wish you to tell him to make me his wife. I wish you to tell him to make babies in my belly. I wish you to allow him to love me as he loves you." "You are so perfect," I complained, "to do so would send him away. I can not do it. I would rather die." She pulled my hands closer to her waist, her smile softened, but her eyes strengthened. I had to lean closer. "You are the perfection, " she said softly, "I am but a tool of royalty. The necessity of family obligations forces me to yield." She carefully pulled my hands to her hips and I leaned even closer, not wanting to rudely pull them back. "He will love me less," I insisted. She spread my fingers on her hips, forcing me to feel their structure through her dress. "He could not," she continued, "I would only be an addition. Something that held his position in check. Do you wish him to be less?" "Never!" I answered quickly. For some reason, I kneaded her hips just below her hidden corset. They were soft, and her encouragement was helpful. "Think of it," she whispered, her mouth moving closer, "our Prince, strong in the world, needing us more than any others." I shuddered as she spoke. She was so soft and decisive. Slowly she moved my hands up her waist, along her stiff corset. "You pliant, giving him the strength he needs to conquer and I lending my name and womb." Another shiver ran through me as my hands found the sides of her breasts. "He would be stronger?" I queried. My hands were shaking as she moved them. I had no idea where they should move too. I needn't have worried; she knew where she wanted them. "So strong," she whispered, "so demanding. I can only give so much. You would have to yield the rest." A shock pierced my stomach and settled between my legs. Her words were confusing me. "What should I do?" I asked. My hands moved to the front of her corset. I squeezed the fullest breasts I had ever seen. They were so much firmer than I imagined. Pliable, but so very proud, so very strong. "Accept me," the lady said. "We would share?" I asked, mesmerized by the strong hands guiding mine over her breasts. "Never!" she replied firmly. My eyes lifted to hers in shock. The strength I found there was intoxicating. "Reginald and I will share you." I shivered at the power of her words. Her grip tightened on my hands, almost painful. "I would be yours?" "You would be ours," she said. Her hands relaxed, releasing mine. The strength drained from her face, and a smile replaced it. I leaned closer, wondering why she released me. "Would you love me as he does?" I asked. My whole body was shaking. I wanted her strength back. Only my Prince has made me feel this way. In answer, she closed the distance between us and her lips met mine. They weren't demanding, just soft luxury. I responded in kind, parting my lips so I might tickle her lips, please her with my tongue. All I felt was love. She separated. "Will you yield to me?" the lady asked. Her words were genuine and made me smile. I was so afraid I would lose my Prince. Instead, I would gain a princess. In answer, I dropped from my chair to my knees. "Mistress," I responded, my eyes toward the floor. I loved how her hand combed through the hair on the side of my head. "Look at me, Angel," Mistress demanded. I looked up as ordered. She grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my lips back to hers. The force of her love exploded through my body. It took everything I had to remain still and allow her to use my lips as she willed. I could feel the joy coursing through her veins as I submitted. I had forgotten the pleasure a first encounter could deliver. "Your Master desires your answer," Mistress stated, as she separated her mouth from mine. I wished to continue loving her lips, but Master needed me. I began to rise. "Crawling is more appropriate," Mistress demanded. My body folded to the floor in a smooth motion that held more comfort than I had felt in weeks. She caressed my head as I crawled toward the door. I moved slowly, so her hand would not lose contact too soon. It was too slow. Her other hand spanked the right ass cheek causing me to speed up. My sex heated at the strike. I opened the door and found my Prince with an anxious look on the other side. The concern in his eyes was weaker than I desired. I noted the love, but things were settled. I need not worry about anything beyond giving pleasure. "My Mistress wishes to speak to you, Master," I said meekly, as I bowed my head to the floor. "Up!" he commanded. I was on my feet in an instance. He extended his arms, and I jumped into them like a child, wrapping my legs around his waist and buried my head into his strong shoulder. He cradled my butt with his hands and walked as if my weight meant nothing to him. I loved collapsing into him. No worries but breathing. My Prince found my Princess waiting on her feet. I was there, in his arms, when first their lips met. I felt no jealousy as their passion increased. I tried, but could not hide my smile. "I have a promise to keep," Master told Mistress. "And I shall help you keep it," Mistress responded. I could feel my pussy tingling. It had been so long since Master had taken me. I tried to control my breathing, not make my desperation known. I was a tool for their pleasure, my joy being secondary. The Neglected Housewife Cool crisp fall days are made for football. I'm very familiar with football jargon like the I-formation and the spread offense as I've been a serious fan since college. My appreciation for the game is what lead me to go to a coworkers home this past weekend. Karen and I have become good friends. Even though I'm twice her age, she's 24 and I just turned 50, we are like sisters. I've shared several personal issues with her about me. Knowing my love for football, especially college football, caused her to invite me over to her place to watch a big game between our state's two college football powers. She knew that my husband was going to be out of town for the week on a hunting trip and rather than watch the game at home alone she suggested that I come over and we watch the game and have dinner afterwards. I'm 5"6' and 135 lbs. I ran track in college and have always been physically active. Now I run for fun in addition to swimming and yoga. All of this exercise has resulted in my being in pretty good shape. My body is trim and shapely. When I'm out, say at the mall, I turn the heads of men of all ages and even a few women. Except for my hair which I keep short somewhat Ellen like, which I've let go grey I could pass for a woman at least 15 years younger. My sex life is basically nonexistent. My husband seems more interested in drinking than fucking. It doesn't matter how I try to entice him into going to bed he never seems interested. When we do have sex his half hard cock does little to satisfy me which leaves me in a constant state of horniness. I have shared this detail with Karen and she has jokingly said that perhaps I should look outside my marriage for sexual release. I'd never do that though because except for the sex part my husband and I have a pretty good life together. When I got to Karen's I noticed right away that something seemed weird. When she answered the door her eyes seemed somewhat glazed over and her face was flushed. Her living room is in the back of her house and as we walked through the kitchen I could smell the distinct smell of marijuana. This explained the "glazed" look. When we got to the living room I was surprised to see two young men, Lee and Jeff. Apparently they were going to watch the game with us. It wasn't a big deal but I had assumed it would just be Karen and I. She made the introductions and when the guys heard my name their eyes short of lit up and Lee remarked "Oh, that Teresa". I wondered what that was all about. I sat down on the couch and after a few minutes the unmistakable smell of sex it me. It was as if it was hovering over the couch. This explained Karen's flushed appearance I thought and right away the horny side of my personality was sparked as I imagined what had been going on between the three of them before I arrived. Watching the game with Karen and the guys proved to be a great time. They were both pretty good sized as they'd played college ball. They both had a great sense of humor and before long we were bantering back and forth as we enjoyed the game and started getting totally relaxed, sitting in front of a roaring fire having some wine. At one point Lee pulled out a pipe and loaded it with pot. I didn't want to be a prude so I ended up taking several tokes and soon had a nice buzz going which reminded me of old times. It also enhanced my horniness, as again my mind drifted back to what may have happened earlier on the very spot where I was sitting. At a commercial break I went into the kitchen to get more wine. I was pouring the wine when Lee walked in behind me. He is an attractive young man on a number of levels and he and I joked a bit about being a little toasted. I was taken totally by surprise when he moved in close behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I initially laughed it off, asking him what are you up to? After all he couldn't have been more that 23 or so. He was younger than my two children for heaven's sake. He was pretty bold though and pulled me in closer, making me nearly spill my wine. Ignoring my protests he started softly kissing my neck paying particular attention to the area behind my ears, which has always been a turn-on for me. I was shocked to say the least, but between the pot, the wine and the length of time that I'd had this level of intimacy, instead of further resisting his advances I relaxed against him thinking it was a turn on but all pretty innocent. He continued to nestle against me and at one point I turned my head and kissed him full on the lips, more than once actually. We made out until he started fooling with my breasts. As good as it felt when his fingers grazed my nipples, I asked him to stop telling him we needed to go back in and watch the game. It was all so spontaneous and got me pretty revved up. I stayed behind to compose myself before rejoining them as my nipples had started to enlarge and show through my top. The next time I went in for more wine Jeff followed me in and I ended up having a mini make out session with him too. This pattern continued a couple of more times with the guys alternating whenever I went into the kitchen. I remember thinking what the hell was I doing as I definitely enjoyed the attention. On each occasion they both got bolder and bolder resulting in me getting more and more worked up. At one point with Lee I basically threw caution to the wind and not only allowed him to totally explore my breasts, letting him put his hands under my top and feel them through my bra. I also let him get his hand down my pants. My arousal by this point was indescribable as I felt his hand go down my pants and inside my panties as he searched for my cunt. Before I knew it his fingers were exploring my increasingly wet slit top to bottom up and down the entire length of it. The sensations were amazing and I felt myself losing control so i agonizingly begged him to stop while holding his hand still with mine before he started finger fucking me and I reached the point of no return. This is crazy I thought. When I followed Lee into the living room I was now the one who was flushed and glazy eyed. I must have looked pretty disheveled because Karen asked me if I was okay. I wasn't. In fact I was as horny as I can ever remember being in my life. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to regain my composure by getting a cool washcloth to wipe my forehead and my wet pussy. When I regained my composure I went back in to watch the game. Nothing prepared me for the next sequence of events as I entered the living room. It was just Lee and Jeff with Karen nowhere to be seen. I asked where she was and with big smiles on their faces they replied that she'd gone to run some errands and would be back in an hour or so. Then Lee remarked that this would give them plenty of time to help me with my "little" problem. I asked them what problem would that be and Lee just came out and said that they'd heard that there was a shortage of cock at my house. I couldn't believe that Karen had shared that intimate detail about my personal life with them. I had never screwed around on my husband even with what had or more appropriately hadn't been going on between us. This situation between the guys and I being alone in the house after they'd been groping me all afternoon getting me all worked up, was totally unexpected. My conscious was screaming for me to get the hell out of there but it was no match for my carnal lust. I was still digging my heels in as Lee took my hand and pulled me towards him. By the time he eased onto the couch and pulled me onto his lap, I was a willing participant to whatever they had in mind. My surrender was evident at this point, as you could have heard a pin drop when I asked them to please use condoms. Jeff ended out being the first man besides my husband to fuck me. It was surreal that while sitting on Lee's lap Jeff began pulling my pants off. I raised up as they slid down my hips . My wet panties were next. When he got my panties off he held the soggy material up to his nose and took a deep sniff. Then he stuffed them in his back pocket. As a trophy of sorts. I remember thinking, hey those were pretty expensive, but then I realized that my trophy was between his legs so it was a small price to pay. Now naked from the waist down Lee grabbed me by both of my ankles and spread my legs holding me in place, as if I was going anywhere. Then Jeff went down on my very willing cunt. Jeff was very skillful. He began gently rubbing my clit spreading the juice from my aroused cunt up and down my slit. Then he alternated between sucking my clit and fingering me deeply. Lee's hands left my ankles as he reached around and spread my labia for his friend. I quickly came and Lee said; now you've got her going. This just encouraged Jeff more as he went to work on my neglected cunt. He sensed that very soon he would be getting some prime mature pussy which hadn't been tapped in a while and you could tell he was relishing the thought. He took his time and soon had me squirming like crazy, grinding my wet cunt all over his face, with my hands wrapped around his head pulling him deeper between my legs as I had another orgasm. Jeff stopped at this point and I moaned in disappointment like a dog whose bone had been taken away. I opened my eyes to see why he'd stopped and watched as he unzipped his jeans and released his cock. It was truly a sight to behold, his hard cock just inches from my glistening cunt. I actually was drooling, feeling it run down the corner of my mouth as I watched him slip a condom over his more than adequate cock. By this time Lee had my top undone and after unfastening my bra, was roughly twisting and stretching my now hard fat nipples. I thought it's really going to happen, I'm about to get fucked. As Jeff moved between my legs I eagerly spread them as wide as possible and scooted my ass down towards the edge of the couch so that he could achieve maximum penetration. When I felt the head of his cock part my cunt lips I encouraged him to fuck my cunt like he owned it. I couldn't believe how wanton I was, acting like a total slut but it had simply been too long since I'd had a good fucking and I was more than ready for it to happen. Jeff toyed with me, slapping my wet cunt with his hard cock, making me whimper. Then he began sliding his cock up and down my slit. I was moaning as I thrust my hips towards him trying to capture his glorious cock. When he heard me pleading for him to please fuck the shit out of me, without warning he just rammed his cock all the way in, forcing himself deep inside me. I came immediately like the cock starved bitch I was gushing pussy juice over us both. Then that young kid started really putting it to me, giving me a fucking like I hadn't experienced in a lot of years. His wonderfully hard cock was a welcomed change from my husband's limp dick. The action really heated up on the couch by then, so much so that Lee disengaged himself from beneath me as his friend went to town pounding my pussy. At that point I gave myself completely to Jeff wrapping my legs around his waist and both hands around his behind as I screamed at the top of my lungs for him to fuck me. When I started sucking on his nipple and squeezing his cock with my tight cunt it was his turn to moan as he filled his condom. When he withdrew I thought the condom had broken because of all the juices dripping from the end of it, but it was only the abundant flow of my juices. It was so hot looking at his half hard cock dripping with my crème that I bent down and licked it off. I considered pulling of his condom and draining that also. I was in heaven and prepared to fuck until neither of them could get it up. They had unleashed a desire that had not been quenched in quite awhile. My hungry cunt was fully awakened from its slumber. Now the smell of sex in the room was from my freshly fucked pussy hole. With that I gathered my clothes and padded behind the guys to Karen's bedroom for a very physically satisfying fuck session. Once we were in the bedroom I slipped off my top and bra and sat on the side of the bed watching the guys undress. I was like a kid in a candy store as I admired their chiseled bodies and hard cocks. Lee gave me a wicked smile as he dropped a handful of condoms on the nightstand. I just hoped they planned to use them all because at that point I wanted to be fucked until I couldn't walk. I watched as Lee approached me with his cock at attention. Pre cum was leaking from the slit on its head. His cock was level with my face and when he directed it to my mouth I didn't hesitate to suck it. I sucked him off enjoying the taste and scent of another man. Jeff just watched as Lee fucked my face holding my head in his hands. I wrapped both of my hands around Lee's ass as he fucked my throat. He was trying not to come as I relentlessly sucked his cock. Wanting to turn the tables I let some of the abundant flow of salvia which was dripping from my mouth coat my fingers, then reaching back around Lee I sought out his asshole and rimmed it with one of my slick digits. Jeff had no idea what I was up to but the look on Lee's face was priceless. His eyes opened wide when I slid my finger all the way up his ass. This drove him completely over the edge and standing on his tiptoes he emptied a load of hot come down my throat with a low moan. As I eased my finger out of his ass he called me a little slut and said that he was going to make me pay for what I'd done. I looked him in the eye as I licked my sullied finger and coyly asked him if that was a promise. With that he and Jeff maneuvered me into the middle of the bed sandwiching me between them. For the next forty minutes or so that wasn't a second that I didn't have a hard cock deep inside me. They took turns fucking me however they wanted. Doggy style, missionary, me on top, the works. They gave me the fucking of my life. We were down to the last of the condoms and Jeff was on top of me fucking my brains out, when I heard Lee say let's give her a double dose. I had no idea what that meant but they must have done it before because Jeff automatically rolled us over so that I was on top. Then his hands moved down my hips and I felt him spread my asscheeks apart fully exposing my asshole. The next thing I felt was Lee's fingers which were coated with some type of gel working their way up my ass. I wasn't a total stranger to having both of my holes played with at once as when my husband and I were younger he use to slip a dildo up my ass while he was fucking my cunt.This always drove me crazy and I'd always wanted to take on two real cocks at once. That afternoon I got my chance. Once my asshole was sufficiently dilated Lee moved onto the bed and going very slowly worked his cock up my ass. After I got used to it and he was balls deep up my asshole, he and Jeff started fucking the daylights out of me. I started hyperventilating from sensory overload and after a long intense orgasm I passed out. When I came to I was in bed alone and the guys were gone. I smelled food being prepared so I cleaned up and rather sheepishly limped down and joined Karen in the kitchen. She was all smiles and asked me if I had enjoyed myself? I gave her a big hug and thanked her for what she'd made happen. After a great dinner I helped clean up and left. As I headed out the door Karen yelled anytime you need a little release and want to watch a game you are welcomed to come over. I thought to myself that I just might take her up on that offer. The Neglected "No, Mistress." "Your climax would please me," Mistress said. Softly her fingers opened me, probing and widening my sex. I sucked in my breath. I would use this guilt. So much love. Another set of fingers, my Master's, followed Mistress' trail. Master stopped at my puckered anus. He teased it with his oily finger, poking gently and exciting me in ways I did not expect. "A climax would please me as well," Master whispered. I heard two lips meet behind me. An engaged couple colluding for their slaves pleasure. Fingers were exploring my nether regions as they expressed their love to each other. "I will please you both," I breathed. My center was tensing as I selfishly accepted all that they chose to give me. Mistress found my bud and circled it gently. It bordered on ticklish and drove me toward the climax they so desired. My body shivered at the attention. Mistress was kissing my neck when Master's finger slipped easily into my anus. I gasped at the new pleasure. It was so different and very desirable. His slow movements, the in and out, sent small balls of pleasure coursing to my genitals, joining my Mistress's manipulations. I was in a new world, one where I was pleasured and needed not to think at all. "Cum for me, my sweet," Mistress whispered, her fingers probed deep though one remained to tease my taut bud. "Now, Angel," Master commanded. He added another finger to his dark oiled probings. I breathed deep, accepting his intrusion. He nibbled on my shoulder with his proud lips. I melted into the bed, and Mistress' tongue found my ear. I was not loud when I lost control of my body. Fingers kept moving, finding new surfaces to tease as I rode my tender orgasm longer than any other before it. My moan was muffled in the pillow as my sensual tormentors giggled at what they had done. I heard more kissing and relished that I was the cause of it. "No, my sweet," Mistress said when I tried to rise, "you will stay between us." I sunk back into the pillow. "Tonight you are safe," Master added tenderly, "no worries and only sweet dreams." Never had I felt so calm. Tomorrow, I would remember that I wasn't worth such consideration, but that night, I let my greed dictate my desires. I slept with more comfort than I deserved. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A particularly difficult piece of black crud had lodged itself in the corner of the bedroom. My broom wrestled with it, trying to dislodge it from under the baseboard. Master had become more concerned with cleanliness since he had become engaged. Mistress was usually impressed with my dedication and made time to compliment my work. Once in awhile, I would test my Mistress and leave a small pile of dust in the center of the room. I loved the glow in her eyes when she would see it. She had become most skilled with correcting me, showing her love by heating my bottom and ignoring my pleading apologies. Master would watch my punishment with great happiness. It pleased him to see Mistress take to me. It pleased him to see me try and hide my smile in the tears. Sometimes he would lend his strength when it looked like Mistress was tiring. After the first time, Mistress had added a leather covering to my paddle. She was concerned with the welts the bare wood left. I was concerned for my attitude. The leather seemed more pillow than punishment. Alas, it was no less painful and protected my skin well. I recovered more quickly which pleased both Master and I. I could be paddled more often. Mistress also introduced a new punishment. Little bouts of jealousy would still clutter my thoughts, usually when they kissed and laughed at something that did not include me. Sharing Master, even with a strict Mistress, was ever difficult. When I would forget my place and intrude on their intimacy, Mistress would frown and point to the end of the bed. There I would be shackled, standing on my tiptoes, between the two tall posts. My feet spread by fetters on the floor. My nakedness exposed with no control over my modesty. The manacles were well padded, but my arms would ache, and my shame showed so deliciously. They would tease me off and on for an hour, a paddle here, a caress there, always keeping me in need of them. I would be released repentant and very wet. There would be no pile of dust in the center of the floor tonight. Mistress had become out of sorts as the wedding neared. At first, I thought it was apprehension, but lately, when Master wasn't watching, I saw fear in her eyes. Anger I could dissipate. Fear I didn't understand. I felt it necessary to be perfect in every way. I was her pleasure and right now she needed my perfection. I heard some arguing in the hall. Mistress was yelling at the housemaid who cleaned all but the bedroom. I quickly gave up on the broom and used my fingernail to pry loose the piece of napkin, black with coffee, that had caught in the corner. I disposed of it and stowed the broom. When mistress entered, I was kneeling in the middle of the perfectly cleaned room, my eyes down as I awaited her pleasure. I was startled when the door slammed, and a frustrated sigh left Mistress' lips. I waited, but Mistress never approached. It was her sob that made me raise my eyes. Her hand covered her mouth, and deeply red eyes were tearing. I dropped prone, total supplication. I feared what I saw in her eyes. The way they looked at me. I was somehow the cause of her misery. "Please, Mistress," I pleaded as her distress filled me, "I am not worthy of tears. I will be better. You can make me better." I prayed silently that the paddle would fix us. In the middle of the sobs, I heard "Rumpelstiltskin." Mistress had never said the word. Master hadn't used it since the night they played Jackolink. "Rumpelstiltskin," she said clearer. I was shaking when I rose from the floor. Lucinda was in my arms before my head was up. I was horrified. "I should never have said yes," Lucinda cried. She buried her head in my naked shoulder as I stiffly held her. I was a slave, not a friend. I didn't know how to be a friend. "I don't know what to do," I admitted quietly. Lucinda held me tighter. I did the same, hating the confusion that clouded my thoughts. "He will not love me," Lucinda sobbed. I could feel her whole body shaking. I gripped her harder, desperately looking for words to soothe her. "He will love you," I said with no confidence. Reginald loved Lucinda. If he did not, he would not have shared me with her. She pushed away and turned her back to me. "I cannot be like you," Lucinda said. Her head dropped to the floor. "I cannot submit; I must be loved." "I am loved!" I yelled, defending myself, my life, everything. I wanted to be on my knees. I wanted to stop thinking. Lucinda turned back with the pain in her eyes. "I didn't...that's not what I meant," Lucinda said. She reached out her hands. I refused to take them. I hated everything about the conversation. "Please, Angel. I didn't mean you weren't loved. It is the way you are loved that I cannot do." "Love is love," I said, softly this time. Lucinda was making everything complicated. She moved closer to me and put her hand on the side of my face. I leaned into it, a moment of release from the turmoil. "You are loved dearly," Lucinda said, "It is I who will not measure up." I grabbed her hand and kept it to my face. I felt safer that way. I wanted her to tell me what she wanted. "I don't understand," I said, looking into her sore eyes. "He uses you," Lucinda said clearly, "I have used you," she added softly. "Yes," I smiled. She pulled her hand back quickly. More confusion. "I can not be used by Reginald," Lucinda said, "I would hate it and resent him. He will hate that I won't submit." My eyes widened. I had not thought about Reginald's desires with Lucinda. I was their pleasure. I didn't want to be responsible for them enjoying each other. "He enjoys taking you," Lucinda continued, "the more force, the greater his smile. I cannot, I will not allow myself to pummeled. I long for tenderness." "Why would he not do this?" I asked. He had me for his pleasure. Would he not treat his wife as she wished? "He is a man," Lucinda said, "you have shown him his rutting desires. It makes him a king, and I wish him to be a loving boy. I will not excite him. My virginal flower will pale and wilt in his eyes. Your face, your yielding, will ever be in his mind." "I can teach you," I said, not understanding. To this, she laughed. I hated not being a slave. I stepped back in fear. I was losing my Mistress. I wondered if my Master would follow her. She has royal loins. Breeding that far outweighed anything I could offer. I bit my lip and dropped away, down to my knees. I wanted her to stop. My eyes found the floor, and I tried to forget. "Angel!" Mistress said. I raised my eyes in obedience. Her face held more fear than mine. She dropped to her knees in front of me. I stilled myself as she cradled my face in her hands. "Don't go away, not yet," she pleaded. "I can't think, Mistress," I said, trying to cover my distress. I wanted to get the paddle. I wanted to be strapped to the bed. I wanted the confusion to go away. Mistress smiled. It warmed me. "I have gone too far," Mistress soothed. The paddle would be better. She leaned forward and tenderly kissed my left eyelid. She repeated on the right. It was so soft; I almost thought her disinterested. A kiss found my nose, then softly on both cheeks. When she lightly graced my lips with hers, a shiver ran through my body. "Kiss me," Mistress said, "softly, very softly." I did as Mistress bid. I was glad she had decided to take her pleasure and leave me out of the maelstrom of her thoughts. Our lips softly caressed together. It was a different pleasure than I desired, but it wasn't unwelcome. She teased me with her tongue, soft passionate licks that held no power. They tickled, and I sensed her joy in our play. I mirrored her teasing licks as her fingers softly combed into my hair. "Do you see?" Mistress sighed. I was about to tell her that if it pleased her, it pleased me. Then longing hit. The desire for the softness to continue. She had shared herself. Her fears were real. "Master moves faster," I said, nodding my head. I leaned closer, and Mistress giggled when I kissed her with the same sharing she had taught me. It was not the driving thing that soaked my desires. It was slow and held meaning beyond pleasure. Laughing, Lucinda rose, lifting me by my willing hands. We stood and shared for another brief moment. It made things less confusing though solutions were not ready at hand. "Why would he not like that?" I asked. "Reginald only knows you," Lucinda said, "you are a temptress of unequaled skill." I smiled at her words. I could always build desire in Reginald, even when he only wanted sleep. I was his pleasure. "I have seen him kissing you," I observed, "it is tender and without need." I let the jealousy I felt fade. It was not the time. "I fear his need when I am no longer bound by chasity," Lucinda said, "once I wear the ring, I am bound to him. He will see no more need to woo me." "You think I have ruined him," I said, feeling my eyes swell. I was always the Prince's pleasure. I never thought I did any harm. If anything, I made him stronger. "No, my Angel," Lucinda said softly, "it is I who is the problem, not you. I will be dull to him after his time with you." She turned away from me, and I saw her head drop. "I fear the pain. He will use me thinking it is what I need, what is expected. I don't want to conceive my children in tears." She turned back and I could see her eyes filling again. "I heard him a week past. He was drinking with the men and boasting of how he will take me. He did not know my ears were near." She shook her head. "The words he used...and how they all cheered him on." Her hands covered her face as her sobs returned. For the second time since I had taken the knee for my Master, I thought less of him. It was a horrible thought. I did not know why Mistress didn't like to be driven, the helplessness was what made it exciting. That Master didn't see it, that Master talked to others about how it will be, angered me. Then worse thoughts came. Mistress would leave, Master would blame me. My King and Queen will force my Prince to send me away. My Prince may desire to send me away. A pain in my temples formed and pierced deep into my head. I dropped to my knees and tried to rub it away with my palms. "Angel, my sweet," Mistress cooed and dropped to her knees as well, "this will not be on you. I needed to tell someone, and only you could understand. Reginald will need you if I fail him." The headache increased and I erupted. "He will throw me out!" I screamed, "I serve at his pleasure, and that of the King and Queen. You think I am some kind of fool." The pain increased, and my vision clouded. "I know my value, and it is nothing if it damages the crown." The hammer that bounced in my head was too much. I grabbed my hair and tried to bang it away on the floor. Mistress grabbed me and pulled me to her breast, her tears matching mine. She pulled me up and brought me to the bed. How she cried when she took the paddle. Each blessed strike knocked the disturbed thoughts from my mind. I moved to meet the paddle faster, timing my movements to increase the effectiveness. Through it all, Mistress was in tears. In time, she collapsed next to me. My mind had calmed, back to where it should be. Mistress had corrected the thoughts and punished me for my outburst. Everything was right again. Mistress buried her face in the pillow. I went to my knees, pushing my sore behind into my heels. The burning surged through me, clearing my mind of useless thoughts. A decision, the type I rarely make, became known to me. I asked for nothing, indeed wanted nothing but to be of service. Tonight, it would be my way. I would be bad. "Mistress, you must not be here tonight," I said as the calmness fully settled. The floor became most interesting to my eyes. I saw a speck, dust from Mistress' shoes most like. I had the desire to point it out, detail my failing and accept my chastisement. I let the feeling pass. "You must not tell Reginald," Mistress said. Her eyes were wide with fear. I found it strange that she would fear his knowledge and chose to suffer instead. No matter, tonight I would disobey. My eyes found the French doors that lead to the balcony. I smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The room was perfection. I had made it so with my nervous energy. There was nothing out of place. I had washed and perfumed myself to perfection as well. I painted my lips and added oil to make them more desirable. I spread rouge around my nipples, making them stand out proudly. I combed my hair fastidiously until it was soft as silk and each strand lay where desired. I stole, from my Mistress, a light blue powder to decorate my eyes. The slave in the mirror looked womanly, freer, more independent. I would suffer with it tonight. Master found me kneeling in the center of the room. I could feel his eyes studying me, trying to discern the changes. I could see his shoes, moving this way and that, almost stuttering in their own way. "Where is Lucinda?" Master asked. "She will not be here tonight, Master," I said. My eyes still down. "You seem...changed." I almost smiled at how Master said the words. So much confusion in the statement. I took a deep breath and stood without it being requested. My eyes, emboldened, found his. The look on his face was a mixture of confusion and anger. "Angel!" "I ask a boon," I said, then gritted my teeth, "no, I demand a boon. One, my Prince, for now and forever, just one." I straightened my shoulders and forced my eyes to remain strong. My heart was speeding greatly. Master moved forward in anger. I matched his steps, moving backward toward the balcony. The doors were open to the fresh night sky. He slowed in confusion, and I slowed as well. "Angel!" Master said, pointing to the floor. I ignored the command. Sometimes I would be slow so that I could be corrected, but this time, I stood firm. He took a step closer. I took another that brought me to the threshold of the balcony. He stopped, and worry entered his eyes. "One boon, Master," I repeated. He reached out, and I retreated to the railing. He gasped and took a step backward. I stayed where I was. I heard a guard call out. A naked woman leaning on the railing was not something one saw in the Prince's quarters. "Come away from there," Master demanded. "A boon," I demanded in return. I leaned back further. I wondered if I would feel the stone steps three stories below. If I landed right, the pain would not precede my death. Master showed fear as he took another step backward. "What...what do you wish?" Master stammered. I closed my eyes and fought the revulsion at seeing him weakened. "One hour, Master," I said as I had practiced, "I want you to submit for one hour." "You would take a paddle to the Prince?" Master returned angrily. He moved forward as his strength returned. I almost fell as my leaning increased. He stopped and sucked in his breath. "The paddle was not my intent," I said, "but for one hour, if I demand it, you would take it." The confusion in his face was apparent. I knew his mind, and he was trying to find an advantage. Somehow turn this around. "And if I don't?" "You will lose me," I said. My ultimatum were the scariest words I have ever uttered. For all I knew, he thought me replaceable. Maybe he had already been contemplating my leaving. The wedding would be the excuse he needed. Plunging over the balcony would be nothing compared to his finding me useless. "You would leave me?" "I will leave you this moment," I said, casting my eyes to the ground so far below. It made me dizzy to look down so far. When I looked back, I saw something I did not expect. My Master on his knees. His eyes were not down, but his knees were on the ground. A prince was kneeling to me. My heart jumped with the love he showed. "I do not wish you dead," Reginald whispered, "I do not wish you gone. I give you your hour, and I will take it out on you later." His head bowed, his eyes finding the floor. I smiled and moved back into the room. I closed the doors, half expecting him to leap up and take me when my back was turned. His words were true and he would honor them. My sex heated thinking of the punishments that would be owed to me. I left him there on the floor as I dressed. I couldn't remember the last time I dressed. I donned a robe now and again when modesty was needed for the household staff. A blouse and a skirt, minus petticoats, were all I put on this time. I only had an hour and underclothes would cost too much. "Rise, my Prince," I said softly. It didn't feel right to order Reginald. He stood slowly, the way I did when I wanted the paddle. I ignored his slowness when I saw the anger brewing in him. He towered above me, but it was easy enough to tilt my head. "Kiss me," I ordered. He did, grabbing my hair and pulling me in hard. "No!" I chastised. Reginald let go, surprise in his eyes. "Softly," I said, pulling his head back down, kissing his eyelids like Lucinda had done to mine. "No hair," I continued when his hands returned. He curled his fingers around my neck, caressing, and slowly moved his lips to my eyelids. I fought the desire to expose myself and throw my sheath on his sword. I wasn't sure how Lucinda could be so patient. I returned the kiss and calmly caressed his cheek with my hand. I could feel his hunger and had to correct him twice when his hands traveled too quickly, desiring to skip many steps. The Neglected "You must be slow," I said, "not so...lustful." "It is maddening," Reginald said, "all I see is being on top of you in my mind's eye." I could feel his tension. "Imagine I might say no," I said, "I must be convinced of your love." Reginald held back a chuckle though his kisses remained soft and found a rather sensitive spot on my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more access when the pleasure of it became more apparent. "Say nice things," I said. I felt lonely when he stopped and looked at me. "What should I say?" "Nice things," I repeated, "things like those books, the ones you read to me." I was horribly sick once. Reginald had spent three nights reading to me. I was paddled mercilessly afterward, to return me to my station, but I knew his love then. "You are like a rose," Reginald said unconvincingly, "my sun and my stars." His silly smile made them sound terrible. I slapped his shoulder, which raised his eyebrows. I knew I would pay dearly for that, but he must learn, and I only had an hour. "You must mean them," I said forcibly. He closed his eyes. When they reopened, I saw the truth in them. "If you would have jumped," Reginald whispered, "I would have followed. Life without you would be colorless." The kiss I gave him was filled with passion. I held myself back, desperate to not speed up. He would jump for me. I would live for him. "You are my Prince," I sighed back, holding his eyes with mine. He returned to tender kisses and soft caresses that heated my blood. I tickled his lips with my tongue, and he followed, unrushed, delicate, and with love. A softness that I could barely stand. "Undress me," I said when my loins could stand no more. "Slowly," I corrected when it seemed he would rip my clothes off, "like I might shatter if unwrapped to quickly." I was surprised how he moved then. Exposing my shoulder and kissing about it, before moving to the next. "You smell so wonderful," He whispered when his mouth neared my ear. I shivered at his warm breath. When he lightly tasted my earlobe, I almost gave in. I thought of Lucinda and continued to allow the torture to continue. Reginald moved around me, lowering my blouse to the floor. His lips found my ear again as he softly cupped my breasts. Unexpectedly, he did not pinch the nipples. "Do you know how beautiful I find you?" Reginald whispered. I shivered again. My hands reached back, holding his hips as he pulled me tighter. "No," I answered. "Just the sight of you awakes my love," Reginald continued, "all I want is your happiness. My joy is your joy." "Those are good words," I said, my face blushing. He turned me, slowly, without strength. "They are more than just words," Reginald said. He kissed me again, this time pulling my naked breasts to his chest. The idea of Lucinda began to fade. I struggled to bring it back. With shaking hands I began to undo the buttons on his shirt. I reached my hands inside, pulling his magnificently muscled chest into mine. He was learning quickly, making me forget things. His hands roamed tender across my skin as his lips softly engulfed my mind. I was having trouble breathing, the normal patterns interrupted. He pulled back, his hand aside my face. "I wish desperately to have you," Reginald as much asked. I was shaking, looking into his cinnamon eyes. They were piercing, and for the first time, contained no demands. I couldn't say no if I wanted. He had cast some spell that made the world disappear. "I wish to have you," I answered though I think a tear appeared on my face. Reginald lifted me with a loving strength, cradling me in his arms. I hugged him close, my lips warming his neck. He laid me gently on the bed. Never losing my eyes, he removed his trousers. Reginald leaned over me and softly kissed my lips, then traveled down between my breasts leaving a trail of tender kisses and playful licks. I was on fire. I had no idea how women handled such things with such patience. I giggled when he tickled my belly button with his tongue. I gasped when his hands and teeth slowly removed my skirt. I was sure he could smell my desire. Softly, he kissed my mound, then retraced his kisses back up my body. I was a mess when his lips found mine again. My thighs had tightened as I forced them not to spread and beg for release. "I love you, Angel," Reginald said. I felt the words course through me. They were so wrong though I knew them to be true. I loved him as well. It was too deep and made thinking hard. "No," I corrected, "say; I love you, Lucinda." He stopped, frozen atop me. Our faces separated, and he looked down at me with his intelligent eyes. The ones that meant his mind was working at great speed. "I am being trained," Reginald surmised, "my words are true, but you do not feel them." "I am fixing things," I said, "and I feel every word. I feel them in every paddling. I may doubt them for brief moments, but that is my own love complaining." Reginald caressed my face. His eyes returned to compassion. "Lucinda is worried," Reginald said. "She is not like me," I said, in between the kisses that Reginald had resumed, "if you mount her as I desire, and she will be in tears. She must be wooed. She must be loved first." I felt my thighs spread slowly, yielding to the gentle intrusion of his leg. "You risked death to convince me," Reginald said. His lips had found that spot on my neck again. I was melting into the bed. My hands were desperately trying to explore his back, caressing all the skin I could find. "Your family would despise me if I was the reason for the failure of your marriage," I said. I sucked in my breath when his hand found my mound. He parted my flower so gently, lovingly testing my readiness. No, not testing, teasing. "I chose death over losing you." "I love you, Angel," Reginald repeated when he lined up his cock. Never had he entered me so slowly. My legs were shaking, begging for all of it, impatient to be filled. "I love you, my Prince," I said. Then I was filled. He did not move, and I could not breathe. Tears flowed at the confusion his tenderness caused. It was too much. How could anyone stand to be needed so much. I wrapped my legs around his tight buttocks and pulled myself deeper. "Feel me," Reginald said, " Once, my love, for now and forever, just once." The intensity was too much. More than I was made to endure. My vision went white, and every muscle tightened. I exploded on him; he was my pleasure. I was crying when we separated, my Prince never reaching climax. It was my pleasure he had sought. I wanted a shallower love, something easier to manage in my mind. How could one endure such passion? It didn't end, even after, it continued to fill me. There were no lines, nothing to say when to stop and when to start again. We were ruined. I rolled over and buried my face into the pillow. The balcony beckoned. My ass exploded. The pain sliced through me, sending my confusion running. The second smack was harder than the first. I raised my buttocks high, begging for more. My master rained the blows down furiously. It was divine release. "Kneel!" Master demanded. I moved quickly, dropping to the floor and burying my burning backside into my heels. He grabbed my hair and brought his face close to mine. "You will know your place. Never will you threaten your life again." "Yes, Master," I said, smiling inside. To let it show outside would be to beg for the shackles. He stood again, his manhood stiff and before my face. "Finish me," Master ordered. I moved too slowly, on purpose. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and filled my mouth. I was his pleasure. Ecstasy. When Master had used me to his climax, he paddled me again. Every swat sent shivers through my mind. Things became clear, my future assured. All my worries were in his hands. I need only seek his pleasure. Nothing else mattered. In time, when my punishment was complete, he returned me to my knees. He lowered himself as well. "Lucinda will know only tenderness from me," Masters said, "you, on the other hand, will know the other side of me. You will learn it well." "Oh, thank you, Master," I breathed. "If you ever doubt my love again," Master continued, "I will have an iron paddle forged." "Never, Master, never," I responded. The idea was shocking. Iron is so cold and could break bone. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and drew my lips forcibly to his. He took his pleasure and lightened my heart. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was terribly bored. Master and Mistress had been gone for a month, traveling the kingdom to show the people the future king and queen. The room was spotless and walks around the grounds were drab in late autumn. I preferred to remain naked, playing with trinkets, waiting for Master and Mistress to return. It would be another month if all went well. Too much time to think. I wondered how things would change. I did not believe my situation was as risk, but maybe the style of it would be altered. It was no longer only kisses that Master and Mistress shared. What if Mistress was now happy and thought me content? What if Master needed to use me less? I thought of these things and how my worth would lessen as time moved slowly. "Madam," the housemaid called as she knocked on the door. "Yes," I called back, reaching for my robe. "A visitor Madam," she replied. I disliked visitors. They disturbed my life, made me uncomfortable. I had no friends for a reason. Even the servants knew to leave me to myself. A large woman stood at the door when I opened it. Her clothes would have wrapped me three times. A head taller than me with black hair that was pulled severely into a pony tale. She had a serious expression, no smile. At least, that was a blessing. No smile meant no desire to talk. "A message from the Princess, Madam," the lady said. It was a strong voice, one that you could not ignore. She thrust a letter to me with my Mistress' seal. "I am to await your response." The housemaid was cleaning a table that obviously didn't need it. News of the Prince and Princess was good gossip, and she wanted an earful. I broke the seal and pulled out the letter. My dear Angel, My fears were for naught. Your Master has been the most tender of husbands. I will strive to repay his love ten fold. I tell you this to ease your stress and let you know that one day soon we will return, and all will be well. I do have one concern, and that is for you. I suspect that laziness has invaded your duties and thoughts of revolt are beginning to surface. As your future Queen, I would be lax in my duty to allow such sloth to remain in my husband's kingdom. The woman who delivers this note is very skilled at correcting failings. Your Master agrees that he would not wish to return to find you thinking for yourself. You are to send the servants home on holiday. In doing so, your paddle will remain warm until our return. We have such plans for it. With love, your Mistress Lucinda. "The house is to have a holiday," I told the housemaid quickly, "the Prince and Princess have declared it." The maid went running off to tell the staff. I looked up at the severe woman before me. She entered the room and closed the door like she owned the place. "Slaves do not require clothes," she said, removing her coat. Underneath she wore a black leather corset that housed the largest breasts I had ever seen. They were bursting out of the top. She held out her jacket, then let it drop to the floor before I could react. "You are out of sorts," she said cruelly, "this will not do at all." "I'm sorry, Mistress," I said, my heart pumping as I retrieved the jacket. Her hand on my shoulder disallowed me to rise. "Knees, naked, and I'm your Domina, not your Mistress." "Yes, Domina," I said, feeling her strength. Her hand wrapped into my hair, and she pulled my face to hers. "I do not want you to think," Domina ordered, "just do." I stared in her eyes as uncomplicated joy filled me. "You're still clothed, my jacket is not hung, what kind of mess are you?" "A horrible mess, Domina," I replied. "Paddle," Domina demanded. I went quickly, on my hands and knees, and returned with the paddle in my mouth. I was breathing hard when she took it from me. "Hmmm, leather bound," Domina smiled the cruelest of smiles, "slaves can stand so much more with leather." Unbidden, my sex flooded. "Clothes, jacket" Domina repeated. I had already forgotten again. A moment later, I was naked across her mighty lap. I was no longer bored. The month would pass quickly. Master and Mistress did not neglect me.