0 comments/ 39088 views/ 0 favorites Worth Twice The Price By: SIRW&LADYC This story was written in collaboration with the extraordinary woman I call Lady C. I take great pride in sharing not only her wonderful writing talents but her amazing spirit with the rest of the world... * * * * * It had been almost a year since we had first begun our courtship over the Internet. This incredible woman who at first had come across as a shy, innocent waif had now turned into a voracious, sexual animal through our own special verbal jousting. It had all started with an innocent comment which was followed by a risqué line or two. From there, an even bolder statement until we found ourselves sharing our deepest fantasies, our darkest thoughts. I began to pen stories to Cheryl based on hers, looking to bring them to life in words and our time together was filled with our sexual adventures together. Shortly thereafter she began to do the same for me, the words tentative, almost childlike at first. Then, one day her voice found wings and since then I had embraced each story as one might an amazing lover. During these past few weeks though I had begun to read a longing in Cheryl's thoughts. I had only given her words, she as a woman needed more. I knew that one day she would act out one of our fantasies and that day was drawing nigh. Sure enough, her words to me today told me of her desire and she was so sweet, even going so far as to ask for my permission. She had often asked if we couldn't meet and I had always gently moved the discussion into another direction. She had never pushed, but now that this beautiful bird looked to fly my heart longed to be the one who would capture her. Cheryl asked if I might know of somewhere in her area, a club where a submissive might meet a potential dominant. For some reason, those words proved to be the impetus for the plan I began to conjure upon. I told her that I would see what I could find out and minutes later I began to put the pieces into place. It was two weeks later, a Saturday night in New York City and Le' Club was hosting its annual auction of men and women as perspective slaves to the rich, famous and infamous who favored the Bondage & Discipline lifestyle. All of those in attendance were masked, a tradition to assure the anonymity of those bidding and would hopefully save any potential embarrassment of a perchance meeting in a boardroom or salon. I had chosen the mask of the Phantom and while his had been used to hide his hideous face, mine I hoped would simply hide me from Cheryl's eyes. The mask wasn't my only form of disguise as we had exchanged pictures at one time and I had gone to considerable lengths to change my appearance. Gone was the short brown hair replaced by a longer cut, dyed silver. The mustache was now a salt and pepper goatee and the horn rimmed glasses had been replaced by contacts changing the color of my eyes from a sky blue to almost black. The stage was set, the curtain was about to rise and I prayed that I could play my part. Each of the individuals who would be up for bids would be brought out one at a time and the bidding would begin. The crowd that mingled did so with a sexual energy fueled by the thoughts of what the evening might hold and I fed off of it, moving boldly until I commanded a view near the stage. Before meeting Will, my life was very routine...I don't even remember how we ended up together on the site that we've shared for almost a year now, but my life has drastically changed since...for the better. One word led to another and we were off and running in what seemed like a whirlwind romance. Will has always had the knack of making me feel both sexually and spiritually free...but, I've grown to need more. I needed to be taken in a physical sense... I needed to feel the flesh of another against my own. I decided to ask Will, not only out of respect, but I wanted to give him a chance to change his mind about us meeting, just in case. He said nothing to that effect, so I pursued the conversation by asking him where in New York I could find such a place for what I need so desperately. I hoped that he would find it in him to give me what I needed, as I've always clearly stated that he was the one I wanted to live out my fantasies with. A few days later though, he told me about a place called Le' Club, a B&D facility where at some event, people were going to be auctioned off, like slaves. I was very surprised at my initial reaction, which was one of nervousness, to something I wanted so badly for such a long time now. I guess I just counted on the fact that Will would change his mind, sweep me off my feet and we'd practice our craft together happily ever after. However, the thought of someone owning me to do their bidding, as Will put it, excited me in a way I never thought possible. Although I was crushed that my physical needs did not sway his thoughts on us meeting, I took the information that he gave me and set out to get what I needed on my own. I called the number Will gave to me and after answering what seemed to be a hundred questions, I was put on the auction list. The woman to whom I had spoke also told me to make sure that I brought a fine piece of lingerie to wear at the viewing. She said that the people attending would not be easily impressed and that the bidding, high or low, would depend a lot on the way I was dressed. After searching quite a few lingerie shops, I finally found the piece that I thought would be perfect for the night in question. When I arrived at Le' Club, I was awed by all the types of people I had seen. I noticed a sign that read Auction Check, and figured that is where I needed to be. I followed its direction, which led to a desk and after being checked in I was told to report to room four at the end of the hall. I entered the room and took the only seat open by one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She must have sensed my nervousness and introduced herself as Sharon. I told her my name in return, and before I knew it, we were laughing and talking like sisters. "Have you done this type of thing before Cheryl", Sharon asked me? "No, I haven't. Have you", I said embarrassed? "Yes, quite a few times actually", she told me smiling. "Are you nervous", she asked? "No, I mean yes", I told her. "It's good to look like you are, that's what they like", Sharon assured me. "Just try not to be, okay? Keep in mind that you are here because you want to be. You weren't recruited. These people pay a lot of money to get what they want and expect to get what they pay for. We need to know their places, just as much as we need to know our own. Understand?" I nodded my head, thinking about how much Sharon sounded like the woman I spoke with on the phone. "Just hold your head down like this", she instructed while lowering her chin down to her chest. I couldn't help but laugh saying, "That's for real then?" "It sure is, it's a must", she told me. "When you receive the highest bid, you become that person's property for the night. They make the rules and you abide by them, whether you like them or not." I began to reminisce on a conversation I had with Will on his views of the differences between a submissive and a slave. I knew I was ready to become a submissive, but was I ready to become a slave? I guess I was going to find out. A voice on the loud speaker informed the group to go to the dressing area by the stage. "I know the way", Sharon told me heading for the door. I followed behind her closely, like a lost puppy. "You look absolutely amazing Cheryl", Sharon said smiling. "Thank you, aren't you getting dressed too", I asked? "No, I'm with another group. What number are you", she asked? "I'm number 17", I answered her. "You're last, that means you have time to relax a bit before going out there. Just take a deep breath and go with it, you'll be fine", she said leading me to the line that's forming at the stage entrance. "I have to get going", she told me, kissing me on the cheek. "Will I see you later", I asked as she walked away? "I think you just might", then blew me a last kiss. The auction was moving along quickly, it was less than hour later when I heard my number being called by the man on stage. I walked out with my head hung as Sharon had instructed me. The lights that shone were hot, almost blinding at first and I heard the stirring of the people as they viewed me. With my head down I looked closely at the lingerie I had chosen. It was more like a gown, as I wanted to attract a certain type of person in bidding. The top portion was black lace, my breasts barely visible with sleeves that went down to my hands and elastic loops that I had put through my forefingers. The bottom portion was periwinkle silk that draped to the floor. Underneath, I wore only a black garter belt with black lace stockings and black velvet pump heels. I had applied my make up evenly to give a presence of elegance, and my strawberry blonde hair flowed over my shoulders. The lace choker I wore began to tighten around my neck as I grew more nervous, but I knew better then to lift my head. I did lift my eyes slightly though to look upon the faces of my potential owners, only to find all the people in the crowd wearing masks. Some were humorous, some were beautiful and some simply scared me. As the night progressed I had watched as each of the individuals had come up for bid. Some went for two hundred, others for three hundred and two for as high as five hundred dollars. But when the final offering of the evening walked out, a hush fell over the crowd and I knew that things were about to change. Cheryl stood there both a figure of beauty in her attire and yet unashamedly submissive in her pose. Bidding began quickly, five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred until there was a momentary pause and in a voice that I hoped did not betray my nervousness I said, "One thousand dollars." For at least a fleeting moment the attention of the crowd shifted from the beautiful woman on stage to the gentleman on the floor before seconds later their eyes moved on as a voice from behind me bid, "Two thousand dollars." I had to fight not to turn to see who it was. Instead I calmly replied, "Three thousand dollars." The crowd now was gasping at each bid, their eyes moving back and forth from the stage to the floor. I knew the person behind me was a female, her voice a soft silky one against my rougher tone. "Four thousand dollars" came the sound from just over my right shoulder and I couldn't help but turn slowly to face a stunning woman, her face obscured by the leopard skin mask she wore. Her golden hair was almost mane like and her eyes danced with her enjoyment of the moment. "Five thousand dollars" I said and she smiled in response to my words. Her emerald cut eyes shone as she replied, "She is quite the lovely isn't she?" I nodded my agreement and she continued, "I don't believe we've met but if we have then you know that I always get what I want. However, I do sense you are a gentleman and if that is the case, I propose to you a wager." She leaned close, whispered in my ear and when she finished I gave her a slight bow and she turned to the stage. "The gentleman and I are in agreement. We both bid $5,000 for the pleasure of this woman's company for the evening. She will decide after tonight which of us she will serve." The crowd began to roar with the unexpected twist that the evening's festivities had taken. I looked up to see Cheryl standing there, her eyes still downcast, trembling in excitement at the prospect. I had long known of her desire to be dominated by not only the male but the female of the species as well. I couldn't help but wonder if it would be a dream or a nightmare come true for not only her but also for both of us. "Why don't we go up and meet our acquisition?" and with that the other bidder slipped her hand through my arm. As we walked up to meet the woman who awaited us the crowd parted as if in the presence of royalty. As we got closer and closer to the lone figure remaining on the stage my heart soared one moment to finally be so close and then sunk to my stomach as I pondered what I might have wrought. We came to a stop directly in front of the still beauty, her head hung in her submissive pose and trembling from what must have been a combination of fright and excitement. The woman on my arm said, "Kneel, kneel in our presence." Cheryl paused momentarily, as if the woman's voice had reminded of her something but then did as she was asked. She got down on her knees, her hands in her lap as she listened to, "Congratulations my dear, most here can only dream of serving not only a Mistress but a Master as well. You will enjoy that rare privilege tonight." "Your Master has kindly consented to let me begin your training. You will be with me for the next two hours then you will have thirty minutes to, shall we say, refresh yourself and he will spend two hours with you. Do you understand?" After a moment or two a soft, quiet voice came from the figure kneeling, "Yes Mistress." "Good, do you have anything to say kind sir before we depart?" I seized the moment at hand to say simply, "Stand." When she didn't react instantly I turned my voice to thunder this time saying, "I SAID STAND WENCH." The room grew quiet as she came to her feet quickly, her body shaking at the sound of my voice. "Look at me." Her eyes snapped to meet mine as I continued, " Unlike your Mistress here who speaks to you with a soft voice and kind words I expect, no, I demand more." My eyes had grown dark and I saw the fear in hers as I continued, "My commands are to be obeyed instantly and never, ever questioned. Your punishment will be my decision, your pain at my command and your pleasure lies solely with me. Now, hold still so that I can see what my investment has brought me." I began to walk around the woman standing there, her eyes staring straight ahead though I did see them twice move furtively to catch a glance of her new Mistress as I viewed her from each angle. I moved as if I were perusing a purchase of fine meat from a butcher and as I completed my circle, locked eyes with her again and said, "Adequate." Her face flushed a bright red as if I had slapped her and I heard the chuckle from the other figure that was standing nearby. I turned to her and bowed again this time saying, "She is yours for now, m'lady." It felt like a dream. I stood on the stage and the bidding did indeed start flying. The highest and what I had hoped to be final bid came from a mysterious gentleman wearing a mask based on the Phantom of the Opera. It covered only half of his face, allowing me to see his jet dark eyes and that he wore a mustache and goatee. The same lights that shone on me, now seemed to shine on him, making his silver hair glisten. The tuxedo he wore hung handsomely on him, it looked expensive as well. I congratulated myself for choosing the right apparel to attract such a man of this stature. A smile almost escaped my lips, when I heard a woman's voice call a out a bid double of his. I shifted my eyes from the gentleman who I thought I would be spending the evening with to the figure that had called the second bid. I had found her to be every bit as beautiful as I had found "my Phantom" mysterious. It just never occurred to me that a woman would bid on me. How could I have neglected that fact? Although it was a fantasy of mine, one that I had only shared with Will, never in my wildest thoughts did I expect something like this to transpire. I felt a burning excitement build inside of me that I never thought that even this night would bring. A bidding war had begun, all on account of me. This was mind bending as I thought I would be lucky to get a bid of maybe a few hundred dollars. What amazed me was that this gentleman in his fine tuxedo and this woman who resembled a big cat were trying to out bid each other by the thousands. I was in disbelief at the way these two people were trying to outbid as though their very lives depended on having me. Five thousand dollars? Neither of them could possibly believe that someone like me was worth such a price. What happened next was even more astonishing. They both agreed to pay the current bid of five thousand, but decided amongst themselves that after my spending some time with each of them, that I would have to choose between the two. I wanted to just admit to this world that I was now a part of, that I wanted him, I wasn't ready for her. I'm not prepared to be with a woman yet, but something told me that none of this really mattered now. As they both walked down the aisle towards me, I felt strangely like a knight about to be dubbed by the King and Queen of this far away kingdom. This thought was banished from my mind when I heard the woman instruct me to kneel down before them. I was both impressed and surprised by my reaction of falling to my knees without hesitation. Will came into my mind again as I remembered him telling me that this pose is not complete without placing your hands in your lap. So, with that last thought in mind, I did just that. I made sure to remain still as this seemingly delicate, yet dominant woman told me of the rare privileges that I would have the pleasure of being exposed to that evening. I started to feel a little more intimidated by her than I had originally as she led me from the stage, down a corridor and into a large Victorian decorated room. "What's your name dear?" "My name is Cheryl, Mistress." "What you're wearing is most attractive Cheryl but covers up much more of you than I prefer, I'd like to have a better look", slowly unzipping the back of my gown. "You've got a quality I like in your kind my dear", she complimented, slipping her hands inside the garment and around my waist. "I want to taste you Cheryl. I've wanted to since the moment I laid my eyes on you." I felt a wetness form between my legs as the light scratching of her long fingernails traced their way down my stomach. With the front of her body fully pressed against the back of mine, she kissed my ear and whispered that she was going to undress me now. She pulled her hands from around my waist, took the gown by its shoulders and slowly pulled it down, as if she were peeling it off of me. She came down along with it, running her tongue down my back as she went. When she reached my ass, I felt her slip her tongue inside while bringing the garment to the floor, leaving me standing there in only the choker, garter belt, stockings and heels. My eyes closed with the excitement of this and without thinking, I reached for myself, wanting to orgasm. I didn't feel her remove her tongue from my ass, as my fingers slipped in and out of my pussy faster, and closer to my climax. "Cheryl", I heard her ask me, "Did I instruct you to do that to yourself?" "No Mistress", I replied, letting my fingers fall from where they were, back to my side and bringing my head down, my eyes now open wide. "You've been quite disobedient. Your being here is not for your pleasure, but for my own. I do believe you've forgotten your place," she scolded. "On your knees, slave. You require some punishment, keeping in mind that it's for your own good. I'm sure that your Master will not tolerate this display of self-indulgence and insubordination. Whatever pain I may inflict upon you is sure to pale in comparison to what he would inflict. You'll be lucky to get through your session with him half-alive, he seems to have a lot of anger built up inside of him", she commented laughing. "Shall we begin?" It sounding more like an order then a question and before I could respond she demanded, "On all fours beast." I moved my body forward and rested it on the palms of my hands and knees. I heard her walk away and then moving objects around where I couldn't see before coming around to face me, holding out a long plastic object. Worth Twice The Price "My tongue tells me what you have is a virgin's ass and since it's mine now we're going to take care of that." I stared at the object she had dangling in front of me, not sure what it was but she quickly answered my question for me. "This end is for me and this end is for you." My eyes grew wide as she grabbed a handful of my hair and slid one head of the two headed dildo deep inside my ass while the other found it's home inside her pussy. "Remember Cheryl, this is for my pleasure, not yours", she reminded me as she pumped my ass full of the plastic toy. She began fucking the other end as I screamed for her to let go and tried desperately to buck her off of me. As she rode me like a bull I heard her instruct, "That's right you naughty bitch. Trying to throw me only makes it go deeper into both of us. The faster I come, the faster your punishment will be over with. Try to get me off of you Cheryl, there's a good girl, you just keep trying." As the moans of her orgasm grew louder, my moans of pain grew softer and I lay there until she finally had finished. "There we go, dear", she said, pulling the dildo from my ass. "Maybe I should make you suck on your end, adding a bit of insult to your already injured ass." "NO! PLEASE, NO!" I begged, attempting to drag my shaking body across the floor in search of a way out of the room. She simply walked along next to me, watching me wince in pain with every menial move. "I'd tie you up and whip you, but I understand that's what you want, am I right?", putting the heel of her shoe in my back to keep me still. "Answer me, unless you want to feel this heel up your now more then experienced ass!" "Yes, Mistress. That's what I want. That's what I came here for", I pleaded as she applied even more pressure to her heel in my back. My eyes filled with tears as I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from screaming from the excruciating pain this once mild mannered, but now malicious woman was inflicting on me. When I thought that I might pass out, she lifted her heel out of my back and onto the floor. "Roll over", she commanded. "You must be thirsty after all of the fun we've been having." Making this claim she squatted herself over my face. I closed my mouth and eyes, helpless, while she let her fluid loose over my face. I had to restrain from my initial reaction to cover my face with my hands, as I knew that would call for further, more drastic punishment, it that was even possible as I lay there stunned by this incredible humiliation. Upon emptying her bladder, she then sat on my face grinding her pussy into it,, the smell sickeningly sweet. "Look at the mess you've made, my dear. We'll have to rub your nose into it to teach you another lesson." "I can't feel your tongue inside of me, do you want another drink?", she asked. I definitely did not, so I slid my tongue inside her wet snatch. I could just make out the sweet taste of it through the almost salty and bitter taste that also lingered there. "That's it now Cheryl, be a good girl and clean up your mess. You're doing very well." My thoughts turned to Will again. I had spoken with him about people who were into that sort of thing and he had told me that it wasn't something that he would want to take part in. Did he say it was disgusting? I can't remember. I've always felt that I could tell him everything and I always have. But could I tell him this and what would he think of me if I did? "Deeper. You need to go deeper", she ordered, now sitting up erect, pushing her further down onto my face. "That's it, that's the way", were the last coherent words I heard from her mouth as she introduced me to another one of her fluids. This one belonging to her pussy and tasting only sweet. When she had come, she reached one of her long finger nails to my pussy, put it in and scratched upwards, bringing some of my own fluids underneath it. She put her finger in her mouth, then told me that we were done. She had now gotten everything she's wanted from me. "For now, anyway", she said pulling me up off the floor. "You'll be back and we can play your way later, if you like. I'll do whatever you want me to do to you", she said with the promise of a politician. "There's no way you'll be able to take a whole night of beatings and whippings from that savage. He knows that's what you want and I get the impression that he wants to do it to you even more. He won't take it easy on you like I did." Easy? What was so easy about being raped and urinated on, as the sweet taste in my mouth once again turned bitter. "Go clean yourself up, there is a garment for you to wear hanging in the lavatory over there", as she pointed to the far end of the room. "See you later tonight dear", sounding victorious as she left the room. I found a simple white piece of lingerie, a corset hanging on a hook with a pair of matching stockings, inspected it and then ran a bath. I added some salts I found on the lip of the tub and when the water got hot enough for my liking, I submerged myself fully into it. Coming up for a breath I leaned back and started to wonder if she was right. If I would be back with her tonight, if I would be lucky to still be half-alive after he was finished with me. I wanted to blame Will for all of this, I needed to blame someone. "Try yourself", I muttered getting up and out of the tub. I dried myself off, then put on the apparel that was left for me. I looked into the mirror...I don't have any make up to put on or anything to fix my hair with, only a white ribbon lying on the sink. I don't look the way I did when he had bid so feverishly on me, I just look like me. I wonder if that will make him angry, if I'll be punished for looking this way. I thought it better for me not to think about such things and set out to find my Master. As I left the room, I found Sharon standing there. She smiled quaintly at me saying, "I told you we'd see each other again." "Oh Sharon, it was horrible", I told her putting my face into my hands and beginning to cry. "You're okay now Cheryl", she said, taking my hand and leading me down the corridor. "Wipe your tears and let me take you to your Master." I did as she said and walked with her. We stopped at a large door and she began to inspect me. "You look so beautiful Cheryl", as her eyes were running up and down my body. "I don't feel beautiful", I confessed holding back fresh tears. She brought her lips to mine and began kissing me. I thought I would melt with the way she made her tongue wrap around my own. She ran her hands down my back, took my ass in her hands and spread my buttocks apart. "I can't wait to get some more of this", she seemed to growl as she broke of our kiss. I pushed her away from me as my mind started to numb from the shock of this. "I needed to know something about you before I wasted my bid on you Cheryl. If you were really as weak as you seemed", and with a laugh she said, "You are." I looked at her with disillusioned eyes, which feel to my feet as I opened the door and walked in to await my Master. I walked in to see Cheryl standing in the corner like a petulant child who was being scolded by a parent. She looked none the worse for wear after her time with her Mistress. There were no visible marks or lasting effects except for her bowed head, a submissive lost in her own world. She was dressed now in the virginal white of a corset with matching stockings, her 36C breasts proudly displayed and her hair was pulled back with the use of a satin ribbon of white. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving with the exertion of her own breathing, waiting on what might come next. "Well, are you ready to serve me now?" She gasped, jumping as if like a child she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her eyes flashed momentarily with anger, obviously remembering my adequate comment from earlier in the evening but she moved quickly to kneel in front of me and replied, "Yes, Master". I walked around her again, not really looking at her but familiarizing myself with the room and the objects there at my disposal. I had an idea of how I wanted to progress but I also wanted the adrenaline of spontaneity to fuel our time together. "Stand now" and as she did she let her eyes remain lowered, showing that she had learned well since we had first begun so many months ago. I walked up behind and pressed my body firmly up against her. She gasped at the move and began to shake as my hands roamed lustily over her breasts, down to her hips before moving down to caress her ass. Her head lifted slightly as I moved to her side and while cupping a cheek in one hand let my other slip begin to pull and tug at one of her exposed nipples. As aroused, as she was from her previous encounter this evening it stiffened even more and a low moan of pleasure escaped her lips. I continued my ministrations to her flesh, my lips now seeking her neck, kissing, licking and nibbling at the tender flesh there. Her breath became shorter and shorter, her moans louder as I moved up to her ear and bit gently down. I began to whisper, "You enjoy this don't you my dear? This feeling of being taken by another, a stranger, someone who can bring you pleasure one moment and then pain" as I twisted her nipple harshly and she let out a soft scream, "the next. Never knowing when or why it will happen. Not knowing is a powerful aphrodisiac isn't it my beautiful one?" Another twist of the nipple, a quick slap to her rear and I watched as her eyes rolled back, her orgasm washing over her. I left her standing there shaking with the force of it as I walked over and removed a set of irons and a crop from the wall. Her eyes were dreamy, the effects of her coming etched in the clouds that filled them. I snapped the first iron on one of her wrists before quickly following it with the second. Pulling her over to the center of the room I lifted her arms up to the hook which dangled there as I lifted her up and slipped her bound wrists over it. She now dangled, her feet desperately trying to keep contact with the ground, her heels slipping from her feet. Walking over to stand in front of her I spoke in a calm, almost hypnotic voice, "There are those who can climax simply from the pain, no other contact is required of them. I think you may be one of those. Why don't we find out?" "Master, I don't think I'm…" the cry that issued forth came courtesy of the movement as I ripped the corset from her body leaving her flesh open to the tip of the crop which began tracing from her shoulders down her breasts before coming to stop near her Mon pubis. "Part your legs." "I can't, I'm going to…" The first blow landed across her ass, the instant marking red and angry looking. Her cry was as much from surprise as it was from the sting but she began to edge her legs apart. She was trying not to lose her balance so that she wouldn't be supporting all her weight but the second lash proved that she could indeed open them even further. Her face a mask of concentration as she strained precariously, I started to slowly lash her, beginning with her legs. I moved up to let the crop find her beautiful bottom again and then across the milky skin covering her back. Each time the blow would land she would jerk, a sharp exhale of breath as her body became accustomed to the introduction of pain to her sexual regimen. I walked in front of her to see her eyes tightly shut, her mouth slightly open and I took the tip of the crop and ran it across her face. Her eyes flew open, still clouded in her own little world but I wanted her to see the next few targets of my aim. A slash across her right breast followed by her left and then one on her lower stomach sent her into a veritable frenzy. I watched her body as it tightened, her feet leaving the floor as her back arched with the power of her pleasure. Her cries a combination of pain, pleasure, release, frustration, so many things which had brought her to this place. My mind thought back on the innocence of the woman I had first met and the decadence I had brought upon the one who twirled in front of me, her mind now a captive of that which I had so willingly unleashed. I felt a tear fall from my eye covered by my mask as I pondered the thought of a life without her but quickly turned away as her eyes began to flutter open. I busied myself reaching up to lower the hook which held her down from the ceiling. Her legs were unsteady but she still had kept them slightly open as I had commanded. Letting the crop slide between them I trailed it through her swollen lips until it came out glistening white from her juices. "Kneel", I instructed and she struggled but fell to her knees, her hands still bound in front of her. "Clean this" and I tossed the crop in front of her. She moved slowly but picked it up and began to lick at it like a cat cleaning its paws. Her eyes closed in concentration, she seemed to savor the taste of her own pleasure and I grew hard as I watched her, my eyes riveted. At one time I had allowed myself the thought of doing something so blatantly obvious as tying her in what she knew would be my favorite position, the one I had instructed her upon so many times. Instead, I fell prey to the sight before me, freeing my hardness and grabbing a handful of her hair. Jerking her head back by it her eyes grew wide at the sight of my cock, a drop of pre-cum hanging on the edge. "Now, clean this" and with that I brought her face forward and slipped it between her waiting lips, watching as she began to pleasure me. I took the crop from her hands and she reached up to touch me, the irons shining brightly in contrast to her skin.. Her lips were like silk, her mouth like velvet as I began to move in and out of her eager receptacle. I began at a slow, steady pace as she took in the entire length that I had to offer her, soft sounds of her contentment escaping from her lips every time I almost pulled free before plunging back in. As wonderful, as well as talented as she was I couldn't help but wonder if with a little encouragement she couldn't be even better. A slash of the crop across her shoulders and she began to pick her pace up, spittle flying from her mouth as she sped up and down the engorged member. My whole body began to shake, trembling at the anticipated release that was drawing dangerously close. I would not have it end this way and with a gasp I pushed her shoulder sending her sprawling backwards, her legs splayed open, her cunt glistening with the dew of her seed. Quickly moving, I joined her on the cold, hard cement floor and with a single thrust buried myself in her womb. Her cry of pleasure joined with my grunts of exertion as I began to piston in and out at an almost maniacal pace. I watched as her ironclad hands found her nipples and began to twist and turn them, seeking additional stimulation that would bring her the release she so desperately thirsted for. Sweat flew from my brow, dotting her face as we danced together until her eyes widened and with a roar I joined her in our mutual bliss. Torrent after torrent of hot cream escaped me and it mingled with her own, both of us lost in our release. After a minute or two I felt my arms begin to buckle and I moved quickly to shift positions so that I would not collapse upon her. As my cock relinquished it's hold, a sigh of disappointment escaped her lips though her eyes had closed once again. I stumbled to my feet, leaning against a post to keep my fragile balance, closing my own trying to regain my composure. When I reopened them she lay there, sleep having claimed her after her night's torturous ordeal. From that moment on my eyes never left the sight of the incredible beauty whom I feared I had lost for all time as I rearranged my clothing and then knelt down beside her. I quietly placed the keys to the shackles next to her still body, pausing for a moment to see her so quiet, so at peace. I caressed her face, then kissed her gently before rising and with one final look, left the room. I strode down the passageway till I found a darkened enclave, where I hid in the shadows and there, silently, I cried. When I had awoke, I found a key next to me on the floor. I used it to free myself and sat for a moment, wondering where the gentleman could have gone. As the door opened, my heart began to race at the thought of him coming back for me, but it wasn't he who opened the door, it was Sharon. "Where is he, Cheryl?" "I don't know", I said nervously. "I guess you'll be spending the evening with me then", Sharon said triumphantly. "He obviously isn't as impressed by your weakness as I am. He needs a strong woman, maybe even one as strong as me." I glared into her eyes, hating her more then I ever thought I could allow myself to hate another person. "Haven't you taken enough from me already?" "You seem to be forgetting our little chat Cheryl, not to mention that you've already been paid for", Sharon reminded me indignantly. She lunged at me like I was her prey, snatched my wrist and pulled it around behind me, using her other hand to grope at my breasts. "I haven't had the pleasure of these yet, have I?", she remarked curiously giving one a hard squeeze. She let her fingers find its nipple and pinched it mercilessly. I ground my teeth together to hold back from screaming. "So much pain left for you to experience, my sweet. We can start by piercing these for you." Before I could even begin to fight, a loud angry voice made itself present in the room with us. "Take your miserable hands off of her!" Sharon shrieked painfully in my ear as she was being dragged backwards. I twisted my body around and yanked my hand, freeing it from her grip. The voice belonged to the man in the Phantom mask. He had come back and was now holding Sharon firmly by her throat with one of his large hands. Turning his attentions back in my direction he asked, "Which one of us have you chosen? Surely not this rag." He answered his question rocking her body with each syllable. "I've chosen you, Master", I replied bowing my head to him. "It's time for you to leave us now", he said to Sharon, opening the door and tossing her out into the hallway, making sure to lock it before turning to face me. "Come to me", he commanded and I continued to bow my head as I went to him. "Look at me." I looked up into his face, my eyes locked onto his. Although they were black with mystery, I did find a familiarity in them. I had seen this same look in my own eyes, since knowing Will. I knew then that I wanted this man to be Will, I needed him to be. "Will", I called him as I closed my eyes, "Master William." He responded with a sensitivity I would have never expected from him, it was as if he knew. His kiss was like one I've never known, full of strength and tenderness. That night, the stranger took me in ways that were both old and new. I was finally getting what I had come to this place for and it would have been perfect if this had really been him. Upon my arrival back home the following day, I had tried to contact Will. He had left me a message stating that he hoped I had enjoyed myself and was looking forward to hearing all about it after he returned from the business trip he'd been called away on. He told that he would contact me the next morning when he returned and though disappointed by this, it would allow me to contemplate my activities at Le' Club and decide if I would tell him everything. I became startled by a knock on the front door and when I answered it I found a courier asking me to sign for an overnight package. I absently signed and brought the package into the house, noticing that there was no return address on it. I opened it and was shocked at finding the mask of The Phantom inside. How did that man know where I lived, I guessed it would be easy enough to find out. The next morning at work, I received a message from Will that asked simply, "Did you get it my Cheryl?" My eyes grew wide and filled with tears as I replied, "Yes Master William I did, thank you."