0 comments/ 42445 views/ 1 favorites Serving David Ch. 1 By: tawny_h Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period. This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8. * * * * * Part 1: Introductions It was getting on toward 1:00 AM and Dave had been up over forty hours now. He was still running on an adrenalin rush though, at least until he could pick up his prize and get her out of there. The show had been fantastic and his girl had been the star of the show and now he was going to have her all to his own for six months! The very thought stimulated a flow of blood into his penis, making it swell and press out against his pant leg, even though he was so sleepy that he could practically feel his body breaking down. Dave shifted his weight from one foot to another while he waited for the woman to return to the table with the key; the last of the hurdles to his prize. He looked around the auditorium one last time. There were still some of the new owners here and there, talking with their properties before leaving. Dave smiled, still shaking his head in wonder at the stroke of luck that had brought him here to Las Vegas on this warm spring morning. He was just cruising the Internet some six-month's earlier, checking out the thousands of adult oriented sites that were available. His mind had turned to the most excellent times he had when he had a dedicated girlfriend who was pleased to double as his bottom in a steady dominant/submissive relationship. That was almost a year ago now and he was frustrated, because he just couldn't duplicate that experience. Dave had become despaired and in a moment of weakness, had broken down and decided to try out membership in an adult website to somehow try to replace his loss. He had thought that maybe he could hook up with another submissive girl there, or if not, at least get some satisfaction out of watching some good D/S action. Like all of them, the site he had selected promised the show of a lifetime, but there was one thing different about this one. It was expensive. So expensive that Dave had decided that he was either a giant fool or, this site just had to be good, or some rich person would have sued them by now. There was one other thing that pushed him over the edge and urged him to punch in his credit card number; the promise of an entry into a contest to win a prize that he would never forget. It didn't actually say what the prize was, but the site heavily hinted at a real flesh and blood experience. His mind wandered to the photos he had seen on the preview page of really classy escorts and he dreamt of having a night with one of them as he entered the site for the first time. Dave's dreaming was interrupted by a yelp just behind him. He looked back just in time to see one of the slaves clutching her cheek and her owner standing over her berating her for something. Dave looked her over. She was pretty, no doubting that, but nothing to compare to the slave he had won. Tawny was a knockout! Dave checked his watch, submerged his urge to pound the table in frustration for having to wait so long and drifted back off into his thoughts. He remembered what a sucker he had felt like after a month went by and he ran out of things to search on the site. He smiled to himself, thinking about the fact that the site was definitely way above any others on quality, but nothing ever beat the real thing. He could see anything he had ever dreamt of there and the girls were sexy and beautiful, but everything gets old after a while, he thought. Then one day the e-mail came. It was from a company he had never associated with the site, but then, that didn't really surprise him. After all, there are only a handful of companies anymore, or so it seemed, and they owned all the others. The same people that can the beans you eat may also make the car you drive, or, in this case, send you off in a heaven of lustful abandon. That e-mail had changed the course of his life. A week after receiving it he was off to a tropical island for a vacation, where, in addition to relaxing, he was introduced to a steady diet of women to share his bed with. He was also given physical and mental exams and asked lengthy questions about his sexual background, experiences, dreams and preferences. It got to the point where he thought they might be sending him to another planet populated by sexy women and he had chuckled to himself thinking about the sci-fi following of Gor enthusiasts. At the end of his two-week vacation he had actually thought he had already used his prize winning, but then he had found out he was actually just beginning. Dave shook his sleepy head again as he remembered how unbelievably surprised he was when he found out that he would be in Las Vegas this night to meet the girl that he would own as a sex slave for six months! At last the woman came toward him and held up a key on a silver chain. "Congratulations again Mr. Fredrickson. Here is her key. You'll find her down the hallway in the #9 room. The cage stays here and you'll find a wardrobe in the room to dress her for the road." She pointed in the direction of a darkened hallway on the other side of the room. "It's up to you to outfit her any way you want, but please remember, you have to meet decency standards for the area you'll be traveling through. You must vacate the room within the hour and be out of the auditorium by four. We have a limousine set aside for you to return to the resort in town, but you'll have to check out tomorrow by noon. We'd suggest you get some sleep if you plan on driving." She grinned at the last remark, suspecting that it would be difficult to get much sleep during a first night alone with a pleasure slave. Dave thanked her, returning her smile and accepted the key. He walked sleepily across the auditorium and down the dark hallway. As he approached her room he tried to picture her in his mind again. The show for the auction had been fantastic, parading all the slave girls out, the different acts they had performed were excellent, but now it was over and his prize was just ahead. Dave was glad that he hadn't needed to bid for Tawny. He was a winner from the start, but it was pure luck that he got to be her first owner. He'd be getting a "virgin" slave, one that would be inexperienced and trainable to meet his specific likes. Dave placed his hand on the door handle of room 9 and turned it, thinking to himself that she did look like a virgin, but sure as hell didn't perform like one! Tawny heard the knob turn and looked toward the door. She straightened her posture, shifted on her heels and arched her back a little so her breasts rose up just a bit. She glanced down, saw that her nipples were just a bit wrinkled, so she gave herself a quick tweak and pull at the stem of her nipples to get the blood flowing and make them erect. As the door swung open, Tawny checked again and was happy to see her nipples were filling out nicely. Tawny filled her lungs as Dave looked across the room at her. He was just as she had remembered him when she was introduced to him briefly at the pool the day before. He looked very masculine and self-assured and Tawny was so glad she was going to him first. He was not a "professional" dominant, so to speak, and he was from a somewhat "normal" lifestyle, she guessed, since he was not a millionaire playboy type. She would get to practice with him, learn how to change her outlook and please him, serve him and make him sexually satisfied. He looked like he would be kind, but firm and patient and demanding with her, and he had already hinted that he would keep her sexually excited with all sorts of activity. Dave walked toward the slave with his cock pulsing with each step. She was staring right into his eyes, like a cat, but it was the demure, submissive look on her face that got his cock hard every time he looked at her. Her body was fantastic. It was smooth and curvy and tanned all over. Her lightly oiled skin reflected the bright spotlights that bathed her body in light. Her nipples pointed slightly up atop firm, dark areola and Dave imagined grasping them in his hands and fucking the soft cleavage that they would form. They weren't big, but they were perfectly formed, firm and uplift. He lowered his gaze to her thighs. They were set wide open and right there, like eye candy, was her cleanly shaved cunt. It was open slightly, her inner pink layer of labia was plainly in view and it was wet with what he assumed to be her natural lubricants. She looked like a ripe flower, open and ready to give forth her pollen. Her thighs were long, thin and sculpted and it took very little imagination to picture them wrapped around his midsection while he was fucking her with long, deep strokes. Her waist was tiny and a deep, dark, navel dimpled her stomach with a sexy, smooth curve. Tawny looked at him as he came up to the door of her small cage. Her head barely missed touching the ceiling of the cage as she sat on her heels in a kneeling pose. She was dressed in her slave chains, which made her feel comfortable in her role. There was a stiff black collar around her neck that was ringed with silver ringlets. Each ring had a silver chain attached, which ran down to a leather mid-body cinch strap that ran just below her breasts. Most of the chains attached to silver attachment points on the cinch. Four, however, ran from attachment rings on the sides and front center of the collar. They ran through silver ringlets that pierced her nipples before running down to the cinch strap. Four more chains ran from her mid strap and then down to her pussy where they were attached to another silver ringlet that pierced her clitoris. There were two other chains that were attached to her nipple rings and ran down through her clit ring, under her body and up the crack of her ass. From there they attached to a small ring lying at the center of the small of her back and then split open to attach to her mid-strap below each of her shoulder blades. Every move Tawny made was translated into little tugs and stimulations at her breasts, her clit and generally all over her flesh. She smiled at him, showing her bright white teeth and her dark brown eyes sparkled from under her smooth, gull wing eyebrows. Her wavy brown hair tumbled down over her soft, rounded shoulders and rested softly on the curvature of her beautiful breasts. Dave stood in front of the cage a moment, taking the scene in, still hoping he would not wake up and find out this was all a dream. Her expression screamed 'fuck me' and Dave could feel his prick harden as he gazed at her eyes. He looked at her slave chains, looked at their lines and where they ran and appreciated how they might make her feel. He held up the key on the chin and smiled at her. It was time to say his first words, but even though he had rehearsed them in his mind, he forgot them and blurted out whatever was on his tongue. "OK, Tawny, ready to get started? We have to be getting along soon, but when I open the door, I want to you show me how much you appreciate me giving you your freedom to serve me." Dave fumbled a moment and turned the tumbler that released the door lock. Tawny pushed the door open and slid out of the cage, gracefully, almost like a liquid form, and lowered herself down in front of him and onto her knees again. She looked at the bulge just before her face and began to work his pants open. Dave was immediately pleased at her choice of demonstrations, which Tawny thought was an obvious one. She pulled at his shorts and his waistband fell down below his crotch, revealing his cock to her for the very first time. Tawny felt a wave of relief and couldn't hold back her smiles. He was hung generously and it was almost erect before she had even touched him. She knew then that she pleased him with her physical appearance. She was impressed as well with his physical attributes. Before her hung the male organ she would be touching regularly and that she would become as familiar with as her own body. It was a beautiful sight and Tawny ran her fingers along his bare hips and scratched the insides of his thighs. Dave understood and moved his feet into an open stance. Tawny leaned in and gently kissed the large flat surface on his glans as the fingers of her left hand found his scrotum and began to pull gently on his balls. He had different sized testes. One was the size of an egg and slightly irregular in shape. It hung low on his left side. The other was golf ball sized and round. It hung slightly above the other and Tawny could feel them move on their own as she gently kneaded them, one, then the other and then both together. His sack was hairy, covered in a thick mass of dark curly hair that felt rough on her fingertips. She took the fingers of her right hand and held them under his swelling shaft. It felt warm and heavy in her fingers and the head stretched down to her wrist as her fingertips pushed against his scrotum. She licked at the crown and then kissed it again, slower this time, sucking gently on the surface of his cock head with her moist lips. Tawny pulled back and watched as it throbbed, and grew. She could see his pulse in his organ as his blood pumped into the swelling shaft, making it grow and stiffen before her eyes. Tawny wrapped her hand around the shaft now and looked at his little slit, the opening of his urethra, and breathed deeply when a large drop of his precum formed at the end. The sight of his precum excited her and Tawny looked up at his face and made eye contact while she ran her tongue along his slit, taking his cum onto her tongue, and pulling a strand of his honey up off the tip of his cock.. Dave's cock was thick and hard now. Her fingers barely wrapped around the circumference. It jutted out to, perhaps, 8 to 9 inches. She already knew that when he fucked her, she would feel him deep in her gut and he would have to stretch her vagina to accommodate his full length. His shaft was smooth, dark and had one bulging vein that ran down the left side and then under his shaft to disappear near his scrotum. It was something she would feel with her tongue and it would make sucking him a little more exciting. She slid her fist along the length of his pole and skinned the end with her thumb, spreading his precum in a shiny coating over his crown, being sure to stimulate his coronal ridge with each stroke. Each deliberate stroke increased the hardness of his pole with wonderful regularity. Tawny pulled his cock down a little and peered up at him as she placed her lips over his crown for the very first time. Her soft, wet lips closed around the thick shaft and she began to suck him gently, letting her tongue slide over his cockhead over and over. She could see he enjoyed her, so she began to move her head up and down, fucking his shaft, feeling his bulging vein, feeling his balls move in his sack as she sucked his shaft with a steady, erotic rhythm. It felt so warm and smooth in her mouth and the fine wines of her desire began to gather in her pussy. Dave placed his hand on her head. He pulled in gently, guiding her rhythm and Tawny followed his lead, sliding her lips along his cock and sucking gently. Dave moaned softly and pushed his hips toward her while his hand pressed against her head. Tawny wanted to please him so much, especially this first time, so she sucked more vigorously and moved her body to find a better penetration angle. His cock was thick, so she wasn't sure how successful she could be at swallowing him, but she found the right angle to try it and pushed her mouth down his shaft. She held his hips as she moaned and pushed, trying to force her face further down onto his shaft. She felt his glans pressing into her throat and closed her eyes and swallowed, blocking out her gag reflex, trusting that she could pull away and the oversized object would be pulled from her throat. Tawny pushed and swallowed a third time and finally felt the shaft slide tightly into her throat. He was long and it cut off her breath, but she was rewarded with a loud moan of pleasure from Dave's mouth. Tawny opened her eyes and saw his face straining with pleasure as she pressed her chin onto his scrotum and her nose sunk into the thick mass of curly dark hair that circled his manhood. Tawny held her face against his pelvis for several seconds and then jerked back and forth several times, letting his cockhead slip through her tight, hot throat. Satisfied that he was pleased, she pulled slowly back, letting his shaft leave her throat and sucked in a deep breath through her nose. The noises seemed to have awoken his aggression because he suddenly grasped her head and thrust in again. Tawny sucked in a quick breath and pressed toward his pubic bush again, swallowing as his cock pressed into her throat. His exclamations expressed his appreciation. "Jesus!, yes, suck it like that bitch! Take it deep and fuck it! God you are a hot one!" Dave started swearing and pushing, driving his cock into her throat with aggressive jerks of his hips and strong grasps on her head. Tawny became a little apprehensive, feeling a need to breathe, but his cock pumped and pushed deep into her throat. He was taking over now and Tawny wasn't sucking him anymore. He was taking her, fucking her mouth like a driven animal. She had ignited his passion and now she knew he would be a stimulating and demanding Master who would dominate her and fuck her good and hard, the way she loved it. "Don't worry bitch, I'll let you breath soon, but remember to take a good full breath when I let you." His words felt warm and concerned and Tawny relaxed again, letting his cock fuck her throat as she waited for her promised gasp of air. She was going to make a special effort to fuck him good now, because he cared for her. Dave glared down at her face and dragged his cock back until it cleared her throat. Tawny gasped, and took two quick breaths until he began to nudge his cock back into her. Tawny took a full breath and held it while his cock slipped back into her throat and he pulled her head roughly onto his shaft. He humped in small motions, fucking her throat as his thighs tensed and he gasped and swore. Dave pulled his cock back again and began fucking her mouth in earnest as Tawny gasped and resumed her breathing. "OK now bitch, take over, take my cum into your mouth sweetie, learn how it feels and tastes, because you'll be living on a steady diet of it from now on." Tawny did her best, pumping his shaft, sucking, licking, feeling his hips and sucking on his hard shaft. Dave gave her little prods and hints, pulling her a little this way and that, telling her when to suck harder, when to lick. Dave pulled his cock out of her and began to pump it as he pointed it to her face. "Take over baby, pump it, and open up, I like to watch it pour into you. And don't stop, keep pumping until you get it all." Tawny grasped his shaft in both hands and pumped him, slipping her palm over his glans every few stroked to spread his slick precum over his cock. She looked up and opened her mouth wide as she pumped and Dave took her head in his hands again and smiled down at her. Serving David Ch. 1 "Oh yea baby, here it comes, keep it up, milk me bitch." Tawny felt him twitch and shake and she continued to pump his shaft. His urethra was open like a menacing dark hole and then the first spurt shot out. It was a long, heavy stream that splashed against her lower lip and then into her mouth. It splattered onto her tongue and quickly filled her open cavity with warm, thick fluid. He held her head tightly and flexed and Tawny pumped him more as another stream shot out and splashed into her mouth. This one seemed larger than the first and it filled her mouth until she began to loose some as it dripped out the corners of her mouth. Tawny was not sure if she should swallow, but just as the thought came, his voice growled for her to do just that; swallow. Tawny gulped hard and a large flood of his hot liquid slipped down her throat just as another spurt gushed from his cock. Her mouth was closed, swallowing, so it splattered over her lips and cheek until she was able to open her mouth again and take another good spurt into her mouth. Tawny swallowed this load immediately and opened again just in time to receive his last spurt which flowed gently onto her jutting tongue. She leaned ahead and he pulled her head until she had her lips locked around his shaft again and she sucked him until the last of his flow slipped out and into her mouth. Dave pushed her back onto her heels and stepped back as he watched her lick his cum off her lips and swallow again. She wanted to show him how she loved the feel of a man's cum in her mouth and on her skin, without having to actually tell him. "I hope you liked that Tawny, because I love it. I'm gonna fill your mouth as often as I can get it up and when I run out, I'll find some other cocks for you to suck dry too. First lesson, always try to suck cock baby, any cock you see, try to suck it until you are told otherwise. A good bitch is always sucking cock. And I can see you love it too. Have you ever been bathed in cum honey? I mean really just covered in it, from a big groups of guys?" Tawny knew that she hadn't, not quite to the degree that he seemed to be talking about, but the suggestion made her quiver with excitement, because Dave seemed so turned on by the thought. "No, Sir, I mean Master, I haven't, but I am looking forward to doing that for you." Dave pulled his pants back up and tightened his belt while he smiled down at her. Yes, he thought, she was going to be even better than great. He gazed over at the rack of clothes that were available to him. "That's good baby, we're going to get along just great, I can see that. Now, damn, I don't know shit about girl's clothes. I'll dress you up and take out when we get home, but for now, I just need to get you out of here. Pick something that looks okay for the street and for a plane ride, but is still sexy on you. Take the slave chains off, but keep them, for God's sake. I have to get you back to the hotel so I can start fucking you and see how you fit." Tawny rose and went to the clothing rack, selecting an armful of underwear, and a dress along with some flats. Dave watched and saw the shoes. "No. Tawny, heels, always heels, you'll always be in heels unless your nude, and even then, you'll usually be in heels I like heels on a bitch. I even like to fuck a bitch while she's in heels. So take heels baby, tall, skinny, sexy heels." Tawny looked at Dave and stooped down and slipped her feet into a pair of high, black heels. She stood up, naked, and turned her body to an angle for him and began to slowly drape her body in a thin, mesh bra. She dressed slowly, moving gracefully, glancing to see him watch. "Good, very good honey. Always be on display, always show off your flesh. You're beautiful, so act like it. Make me want to fuck you every time I see you, and do the same for anyone that is in my home. I'm gonna use you like a bitch in heat so always play the part, even if you happen to be not in the mood." Tawny glanced his way. She wanted to tell him that it was not likely she would ever be "not in the mood", but she held the thought and finished dressing. She wore a simple black dress, cut low in the front and with wide straps that covered her shoulders. The bra smoothed out her breasts and held them aloft so her nipples would show through the thin material of the dress. She left the panties off, although she packed them in with her slave chains. ……………………………………………………… Tawny stepped from the shower and patted her body dry. She wore only the silver rings that pierced her nipples and her clitoris. She was a little concerned that Dave might want her in her chains again, but he had fallen asleep as soon as he sat on the bed that morning. Now it was almost noon and he was still sleeping like a baby. Tawny knew he wanted to start fucking her as soon as he could, and she was anxious to show him how well she can please him. Tawny decided that, after a bit of sleep herself, she would please him best by preparing herself for sex; so she had showered and cleaned her pussy and her ass; douching herself and lubricating her anal passage, in case he preferred taking her there. Tawny looked out the door and into the next room at his silent sleeping form as she pressed her finger into her anal passage, working the lubricating liquid around inside and thought about how tight and difficult his cock would feel in her. She would need to adjust to his shaft, since it was so thick and long. She had a feeling that he would break her in gently and make it feel good for her She approached the bed slowly as she worked the last of the fragrant body oil into her hips and thighs. She hoped he would awaken, so she could learn more about his preferences and feel his cock in her pussy, or in her ass, so she knew what sort of lover he would be for her. She touched his shoulder softly and stepped back when he stirred and rolled onto his back. His cock lay out across his leg and his balls moved in their sack. Tawny looked at his cock, admiring the size and shape and remembered what he had told her at the auction house. Always be ready to suck him. He had been sleeping for almost eight hours now, so maybe it would be OK to disturb him, she reasoned. Tawny slipped onto the bed next to him and looked down on him as she slid her knees wide apart. She looked at his cock and then she licked her fingertip and slipped the saliva slicked tip over her clit where it peeked out from the folds of her labia, pulled out by the silver ring that ran through the stem of her fleshy, pink nerve center of sexuality. Tawny's breath became more uneven as her finger awakened her desire. She looked at his flaccid penis and thought back to the morning when it was filling her mouth with warm, hard maleness. She leaned over, her nose picked up his male scent, the faint smell of dried cum and the warmth of male perspiration. She laced her hands on either side of his thighs and leaned over steeply and kissed his fleshy shaft. It did not stir, nor did he, so she became bolder and licked at it. When her tongue reached the crown, she widened her lips and kissed it. She left her lips on his glans and it stirred ever so slightly. Tawny widened her lips and sucked. The soft, fleshy stem was drawn into her mouth by the suction and she mouthed it until her lips were rapped fully around his cock. Dave sensed something wonderful at his crotch. He dreamt of his cock slipping into a warm, soft pussy and twisted his body to make himself comfortable. He heard a soft noise and his mind drifted from a dream to the reality that something was sucking at his cock. He opened his eyes with a start and looked down to see the soft brown hair at his crotch and felt the gently sucking mouth of his new slave on his penis. He moaned approvingly and adjusted his hips as his hands went down to knead her shoulders and pat her hair. He had an urge to see what time it was, but put it away. It was still daytime, so he had enough time to do what he needed to do. Tawny felt his hands touch her and his cock quickly swelled in her mouth, coming to life. He moaned and Tawny took it as an order to proceed, so she put her hands to work, feeling his balls, caressing the base of his shaft as it grew and hardened in her mouth. It was stiff enough to fuck now, so she began to work her lips along the shaft, faster and faster as she sucked it gently and kneaded his balls. Dave shivered as a spasm ran through his loins and he felt his cock pulsate. Her mouth was so fucking fabulous! He had never had such a good sucking from any woman and she worked at him with enthusiasm. He didn't want to use his load in her mouth this time, at lest not yet. He wanted to try out her pussy, wanted to see how she fucked, how she felt and how she reacted. He propped himself up onto his elbow, bent his leg and worked his hand into her neck, smiling as he watched her head move, working on his cock like a hungry puppy. "Good girl, good girl Tawny, suck at it. It's nice and hard now isn't it? Just right for fucking you now, so let up and lets see how you fit on it." Tawny pulled her hair back and lifted her face off his cock. She watched it as it throbbed and jerked, like it was alive and demonstrating to get her mouth back over it. Tawny looked at Dave, not quite sure how he wanted to take her. He read her confusion and saw it was time to take control of events. He ran his strong hand up her body, grazing her breast and wrapped his fingers around her thin neck. He pushed her back and up the bed and then pushed her down so her neck was pressed firmly into the mattress and she stretched out onto her back. She loved the way he made her feel. He was taking control of her and pressed her onto her back with a masculine firmness that made her shiver with sexual need. She spread herself out for him as he rotated his body up over hers and set his hips between her thighs. He released her neck and stared into her eyes as he propped his upper body on his elbows and rubbed his chest across her nipples. "Yes, bitch, that's so very good. Lay there for your Master and take his fucking. Open yourself and please me, like you know you want to." Tawny closed her eyes slowly and licked her lips as she felt the tip of his cock tap against her clit ring. She spread her legs; her feet moved in and touched his calves as she waited for his penetration. She tilted her hips up and his soft mushroom cap moved closer, touching her labia and penetrating into her inner layer of wet, pink tissue. Tawny moaned softly and brought her hands up to stroke his flanks and rubbed her nether lips against his warm cock head. Dave felt the tip of his pole sink into her lips and felt her shudder. She smelled like sex, her skin was warm and soft and she moved like a bitch in heat, rotating her hips under him, moaning and fussing. She made him feel like a superman. He wanted to hold out, cherish the moment, but as much as that desire welled up in him, he had an overwhelming counter-urge to sink his shaft into this bitch and feel her warm sexuality bathe his cock in pleasure. He moved his hips forward and her pussy enveloped his cock. Dave felt her legs slip along his calves as her feet moved up his legs, enveloping his body in a blanket of soft femininity. Tawny arched her back and thrust her hips up against his shaft as he slipped deeper into her cunt. She grabbed at him and her body shook, as though it was her first time. She pulled her heels against the backs of his thighs, urging him into her while her thighs split open further. He finally lunged and his shaft hit her deep, pressing against her cervix and she groaned and grabbed at him. "Oh, God Master, yes, that's so nice!' 'Oh damn, fuck me hard, stretch me, fuck me deep!" Tawny bend her head back, curved her body under him and clutched to his big frame while she murmured her appreciation to him, thanking him and telling him how wonderful he made her feel. Dave bounced his hips several times, feeling out her depth and pressing his cock head into her as hard as he dared. Each time he moved, the slave under him groaned and clutched to him and then she would tense so her pussy squeezed tightly around his shaft. He began to pant and press into her, stretching his new cunt so she would take his entire length. Tawny thought she would cum immediately, but the painful sensation of his deep penetrations wrestled with the extreme pleasure she was receiving and the two sensations kept her in a state near to her climax. She struggled to concentrate her thoughts on pleasing him and managed to tense her kegel each time he relaxed the inward thrusting of his shaft so that her cunt would knead and squeeze his manhood. Dave pulled his body up and twisted his arm until he was able to run his hand up her arm and push it back onto the bed over her head. He grasped her other arm as well and pushed it up until he could press both her arms down onto the bed above her head, stretching her skinny body out under him. He pressed his hands down onto her upper arms, pinning her tightly under him so he would maintain more control over her and began to thrust against her yielding cunt with rough, deep thrusts. Tawny began to gasp in order to keep her lungs full. His cock felt so good and now he was holding her down, controlling her while he worked his big cock into her with hard, aggressive strokes. She ached until it was painful, but she could tell he was stretching her vagina because his hair was beginning to brush against her smoothly shaved mons and she could feel his pubis rubbing into her clit ring with each thrust. He made her feel sexy and submissive and so wonderful. She tried to time his thrusts; tensed, worked her pussy as well as she could for him so she could make him feel as good as she was feeling. Dave grunted and groaned and he began to slam his cock into her harder. He could feel his hair press into her labia now and knew he was close to setting his cock into her all the way. He couldn't believe how fucking perfect she was. His cock fit her tightly and he had to work her pussy to fit it all in. It was so fucking erotic and she was loving it! She clawed and grabbed at him like a sweet little virgin. Soon he sensed he had pushed into her all the way and her pussy was milking him like a hungry baby. He groaned and pulled his hips back a little and felt her tense up and clutch her pussy on his sheath tightly. He couldn't bear it anymore and his cum began to gush out into her tight, warm pussy. He moved his hips in tiny jabs while his muscles looped into a spasm induced pumping action that injected streams of his cum into her. Tawny relaxed under his tense body until she felt the last of his pulsating spurts of hot cum flow into her pussy. She lay still, watching patiently, trying to gage the way he reacted to his orgasm. She felt a relaxation in her cunt and knew that his cock was softening inside her. He leaned over her, breathing long, deep breaths while drops of sweat gathered on his brow and dripped down onto her upper chest. After a few long moments, he rolled over on his side and his deflating cock slithered out of her pink gash. Tawny lay still, next to him, uncertain of how he preferred her to react immediately after his climax. Dave lay on his side and placed his big hand over her breast and gently kneaded her ring with his thumb. "Oh, baby, yes indeed, I do enjoy that cunt of yours. Its nice and tight and hot." Tawny lay on her back, different reactions occurred to her, but he was still a stranger to her and she thought it would be best if he were to lead her, train her, to his liking; otherwise, he might sense some dominance in her personality and he might be upset with that. She lay back, feeling warm and safe while Dave continued to play with her ring. Her nipple swelled and hardened and he began to pinch the tip, lightly at first, and then harder, until she flinched and clenched her teeth. She felt him stir and he leaned over her face and lowered his mouth onto hers and kissed her wetly, for the first time. Tawny opened her mouth and his tongue invaded her; pushed into her mouth and sucked her tongue out and into his. She felt aroused and cautiously drew her hands down to caress his shoulders to show her appreciation for his attentions. Dave pulled his mouth off of hers and smiled. "No, spread yourself for me. Don't you move, just spread yourself while I work." Tawny obeyed him, spreading her arms out, turning her palms down and grasping at the mattress. She opened her thighs wide and pointed her toes, as though she was tightly bound to the bed. Dave put his mouth back onto hers and sucked as he kissed and worked his tongue in and out of her. Tawny slipped her tongue into him when he allowed her and moaned softly. His hand went back to her breasts, pulling, kneading, pinching at her nipples until they swelled up and stiffened, and then he rubbed them softly, tickling the tender tips and giving her body a warm, sexy feeling. His hands worked her flesh more aggressively, pulling at her nipples and pinching the hard, tender tips of her nipples. Tawny groaned, her mouth tightened and she became fearful that he would hurt her tender flesh with his big, strong hands. Just when she was about to speak his hand went to her waist and then she felt his other hand grab her. He rotated his body up and over her again. His face hung over her chest and he put his full body weight onto her thin waist. The weigh pressed her ass into the mattress and then it subsided as he let his face down onto her chest. His mouth went to her left nipple first. He bit softly into her flesh and then locked his lips onto her areola and sucked hard, until she felt a little pain from the pressure pulling on her soft, dark flesh. He let her nipple go and then bit into it again, harder this time, bringing a little gasp from her throat this time. He paused just a moment and sucked again and Tawny moaned from the erotic feeling it gave her as the pain dissipated into a warm pleasurable feeling from his wet, warm mouth. Dave hovered over her, sucking one nipple and then the other, working her breasts to hard, pointed tips. He felt her squirm and heave and knew she liked his sucking. He wondered if he could get an orgasm out of her. The report said she was susceptible to breast orgasm, but he wasn't sure how to evoke it. Tawny shivered along the length of her body when he set his mouth back onto her left breast. She was breathing heavily now and she could feel her labia pulsate as more liquid oozed from her pink pedals to collect in her crevice. She was craving any touch to her pussy, but Dave did not go near her there. His mouth worked into her nipple and his tongue pushed her ring around until she shook with erotic delight. "Oh God, Master, oh please, suck me more like that, oh damn, its so fucking good." Tawny began to feel little ripples of ecstasy travel out from her nipples. She moaned and wiggled under his body and his mouth moved more aggressively, sucking and biting into her breasts. The slave's wanton writhing and begging turned him on even more and his mouth bit and sucked on the girl's nipples in response. She was more sensuous than anything he had ever had and her reactions were pushing him into an erotic high. He felt his cock swell and stiffen again and it ached as more blood rushed into his excited organ. He rubbed his hardness along her thigh and shivered as pre-cum began to slip out of the end, whetting her thigh and making a slick, warm fleshy surface for him to push his cock along. Tawny began to shake with excitement. His hot cock was slipping along her leg, teasing her pussy into a quivering pocket of gleaming wetness. His mouth continued its erotic sucking and her breasts swelled and ached from stiffness. A wave of pleasure moved outward, like a rush of warm water. She bit into her lower lip and arched her back and then screamed out just as his mouth set back onto her right breast. Her hips vibrated with a spasmodic pulsing and she felt a coating of warm sweat break out all over her body. Her pussy flooded with a hot liquid that gathered in her slit and flowed down into her anal crack. Serving David Ch. 1 Dave felt the slave buck and groan in a climax just as he set his lips back onto her other taught bud of a nipple. She shook and moaned under him, making him feel potent. His cock ached for her again and he knew this would be a good time to fuck her again, before she recovered. He pulled his face off her breasts and spun her over onto her stomach. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her up into a kneeling position. "On your fucking hands and knees bitch. God you are hot! I want to fill your hot ass baby, so relax for me now and show me how you can fuck me with your ass." Dave was feeling very hot. She was such a great fuck, yet, he felt driven by her reactions to him. The way she moaned and moved under him made him feel powerful and urged him to fuck her even more. She quickly obeyed him and lifted her face off the bed and swung her knees apart. She waved her smooth, round ass in front of his hips and looked back at him with her seductive eyes. He swept his palms over her smooth flesh and marveled at how soft and beautiful her ass looked. He touched his thumb to the dimpled closure that marked the entrance to her rectum and smiled as it opened, making a small hole for him. He pushed his thumb in and marveled at how easily it penetrated her hole. Tawny was so glad he liked her. She put herself into a submissive posture for him so he could take her in her ass. She wanted him to be pleased with her so much and, even though his sheer size worried her, she knew she could take him there and be nice and tight and sexy for him. She felt him at her opening and took a deep breath and relaxed. A wave of relief washed over her when she felt it open and she relaxed, trying to keep it that way. She felt him touch her there and tensed, but only for a moment and then she felt his thumb slip into her. Dave felt the slickness of her hole and guessed what she had done while he was sleeping. "What did you do baby, get yourself ready for me without telling me?" Tawny grinned and looked back at him. Dave sighed and grabbed his cock with his other hand, stroking it, while he watched her thin body sway gently on his thumb. She looked so fucking good. Her body moved like a snake. She was thin, but none of her bones protruded. Her skin was so smooth and sexy looking with a light brown tinge of suntan, which seemed to glisten in the bright daylight that filled the room. Dave could tell taking her ass would be going to be good. Her opening was tight on his thumb. He would have to work his cock into her, just like he did in her cunt. He pulled his finger out of her and the hole closed up tightly as her sphincter tightened. He grinned and smoothed the flat of his big hand over her left ass cheek. He brought his hand up and then down, fast, putting a grazing slap across her fine, tanned cheek. The slap sounded throughout the room and the bitch jerked and yelped. It just had to have stung her, he thought. "Relax it bitch! Keep that hole open so I can fuck you." Dave knew he didn't need to slap her. She was an excellent fuck, but he wanted to maintain dominance and suspected that a little bit of heat on her ass would get her more excited. Her hole opened again, just a little, and he worked his thumb back into her, feeling inside her and feeling her sphincter tense and relax like a gentle massage on his thumb. He breathed deep and his cock pulsed while he contemplated how good she was going to feel when he packed his cock into her and held her hips tightly while she squirmed under him. He pushed his thumb deeper and twisted it around. She was slick as a hot pussy in there and that brought a smile to his face. Dave pulled his thumb out again and observed that her hole only closed up for an instant this time. He placed his hand on the small of her back and pressed down lightly. Tawny felt the pressure and sunk her body down, keeping her ass elevated. He grasped his pole in his other fist and pressed his bulging crown down to her split and pressed it against her hole as though it were a fat dildo. Tawny felt the contact and shivered with excitement. He felt warm and hard. She relaxed again and pushed back against him. There was resistance. He was big, bigger than she could easily take, but she submerged her instincts, relaxed and leaned herself back. Dave watched as his cock-head pressed into her dark crater. He pushed against her, but it didn't give right away. He tensed his cock and held it in his fist and pushed with a steady, deliberate pressure. He heard the girl groan and gasp a little breath of air, and then he slid in. His cock quickly sunk into her up to his fist, so he let go and sunk his fingers tightly into her hips. He felt her gasp, pull away, but he held her in a vice-like grip and pulled her pretty round ass back against his penetrating pole. Her asshole hugged his cock tightly in a warm sheath of soft, moving flesh. He jerked his hips back an inch and trust in again and his cock sunk into her a little deeper. He began to pump his hips, sinking his cock into her deeper with each forward thrust. He could feel her struggle under him, gasping and pulling away, but he held her tight. He loved it, loved the way she moaned and tried to resist and the feeling he got as his cock conquered the bitch. "Mmmmm, yea, baby, you're so fucking tight, relax now and let it happen." The aching, stabbing pain scared Tawny. His cock seemed to be splitting her flesh and she was afraid he was hurting her. She gasped, wanting to cry out, but she knew he'd be so angry with her if she didn't fuck him good. Surely he wouldn't keep fucking her if his cock were splitting her open! Tawny felt him press his hands into her hips so tightly it hurt and then his strong arms pulled her back against his cock and it sunk deeper into her, pushing the aching feeling deeper into her rectum. She heard him talk to her. His voice was gentle and reassuring. She knew he could see her ass and he wanted her to relax. She felt relief, understanding that he was in her and he didn't want to hurt her. All she had to do was try harder to take his size and not worry about how it felt. She had just met him, but already trusted him with her body. She tried to relax, but her muscles were so tense and his thrusting cock didn't give her a chance to relax. Dave understood what was happening. She had panicked and tightened up, but he knew how to handle it. He licked his left hand and raised it, then slapped it down hard with a grazing blow on her left cheek. The bitch jerked and whimpered, but he raised it again, slapping her hard in the same place, and then again and again. Her ass turned bright red and he had to grab her hips with both hands again to keep her from slipping away, but as he pulled her ass back against his cock again, it slipped in deeper and he could feel it relax. He was in so deep now that his bushy hair was brushing against her soft cheeks. The spanking had worked and his cock was fully seated. Now he could fuck her until his cum filled her ass. Tawny couldn't stop her lips from quivering. Her ass felt like it was on fire from his spanking, so when he grasped her hips with both hands, a wave of relief washed over her. She had hardly noticed that the sharp, painful sting on her fleshy cheek had been replaced by the dull, pulsating ache that came from his cock stuffing her rectum. It felt erotic and sexy and she felt like she was getting close to a vaginal spasm. He felt so good in her and she smiled, thinking about what an excellent fucker he was. The hot flesh of her left ass cheek made her pussy wet and she hoped he would spank her other cheek too. She could feel his bushy hair against her skin and breathed deeply while she awaited his next move. Dave savored the moment. His cock was hard as a rock and planted deep into his bitch's ass. She was tight, but took his entire length. Now he would work her ass so it was comfortable and tight to fuck. He began by pushing her hips forward and dragging his cock back out a few inches. He paused, pumped it in and out an inch and then pulled her hips hard again, sinking his cock deep into her depths. He repeated the motion and watched her react and when she seemed to be fully relaxed, he began to fuck her with a steady pumping of his hips. He relaxed his grip on her hips and smiled as her body began to sway with his rhythm and she fucked him back eagerly. After the fifth or sixth lunge, Tawny felt her ass reach a new level of relaxation and the aching lunges turned into soft, pleasurable thrusts. He was so erotic and his handling of her was making her hungry for more. She sensed his movements and found his rhythm and began to fuck his shaft as it moved in and out of the depths of her ass. She had never felt such pleasure from an anal fucking before and she knew now that she was going to love her service to this wonderful man. She fucked him and felt his stiff shaft run through the depth of her ass. She began to feel a soft, pleasing motion deep in her pussy as his cockhead massaged the walls of her vagina from within her anal passage. The dreamy nature of the fucking ended when his hands grasped her hips tightly again and he pulled his cock further out of her. Tawny pressed back, trying to impale herself on his cock again, but he continued to fuck her hole to a depth of only a few inches. Tawny smiled and thought that this same movement had been so frightening and painful only a few minutes ago, but now it was so wonderful and soothing. She played with him, tensing and relaxing, letting her ass knead his cock and massage the sensitive nerves that triggered his male secretions. Dave shivered and resisted the urge to jerk his hips into her and cum in the bitch's ass. Her ass was squeezing his cock and massaging his shaft, driving him into a frenzy of pleasure. He wanted to put her through one more exercise though. He pulled away, letting his cock pop from her hole and grasped his shaft in his fist. His other hand went back onto her back to guide her movements. She jerked her hips a couple times and then came to a rest, moaning restlessly while he held his cock in his fist just an inch from her pulsating hole. Dave waited until he saw the hole close up in a momentary spasm and then pushed his cock back against her opening with a firm, direct thrust. His cockhead slit her hole open and his cock plunged back into her ass several inches. Tawny groaned. Her ass went into a tight spasm when he pulled out and just as she tried to relax again, his cock rammed into her and split her hole open in a painful, aching invasion. The thrust surprised her and she groaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure when his cock sunk back into her rectum. A moment later his cock left her again and Tawny groaned as her ass tightened up again. Just as the muscle locked, his cock stabbed into her again and invaded her ass, filing her with more painful pleasure. After the third time Tawny couldn't help herself. Her hips shivered and her thighs tensed. A spasm welled deep inside her pussy and she groaned while warm cum gushed onto her labia and seeped from her pussy. Dave watched with a wide grin and reached under her just in time to feel the gush of bitch cum seep from her pussy. It was so fucking great to feel a bitch cum from an ass fucking, he thought. He grasped her hips and, not giving her a moment to recover, pumped his cock in and out of her ass in long, deep thrusts. He groaned out loud as his thighs tensed and his cock began to pump a steady flow of his semen into her anal cavity. He held her tight, jerked his hips a few times and then let out a long sigh as the last of his cum spurted into her and he leaned over her body, hugging her breasts with his hands and kissing her soft, sweaty back. There were a few quiet moments while Dave pulled himself free and let her roll onto her back. Tawny wondered what would be next and she sensed that the room was darkening. The evening was returning and they would be leaving together in the morning. Tawny was dreaming of what his house would be like when she felt his hands clutch at her thighs. His lips moved along her inner thighs, kissing and licking as his face came closer to her pussy. Tawny shivered with sensual arousal and moments later, his lips fell onto her labia. His tongue split her outer lips and wiggled up and down as it worked into her sensitive tunnel. She arched her body and stretched her legs apart further and sighed softly. His tongue entered her and began to slip in and out of her elastic tube. His nose pressed against her clit ring, moving it in her pierced hole and pulling it gently against her clit, bringing all her nerves to focus on her cunt. Dave heard the slave moan and felt her wiggle as he worked his tongue into her damp pussy. She tasted as good as she looked and her entire body melted in submission to him as he licked and sucked at her fabulous cunt. He could hear her hands scratching at the mattress. She spread herself out for him, as he had told her to do and every movement of his tongue was translated into a movement, a moan, or a shiver that he could feel with his tongue or his hands. He couldn't remember feeling such force come from his oral stimulation of a woman and it was making his cock hard again already. Tawny twisted and moaned under him. His tongue was poking into her over and over and now he was sliding it up over her clit. She felt her pussy contract and move and knew she would cum very quickly. His tongue worked into her relentlessly and she grasped at the mattress, biting off the urge to yank at his head and pull away so she could gasp a full lung of air. She needed a little more and begged for it. "Master, Oh God, David, Sir, please, do that a little more. Oh it feels so fucking good." Tawny moaned out and then shook as her pussy started to erupt inside her. She bucked her hips and had a vision of her cum splashing all over his face and angering him, but she couldn't stop the onrush of her orgasm. She groaned and bucked and her pussy spurted forth a fountain of hot wet cum onto his waiting mouth. Dave couldn't believe it. She was spurting cum like a damned broaching whale. He pressed his lips over her slit and it flooded his mouth. He pulled his face up and it spurted up onto his chin. He had never seen a woman cum so much, but he loved it! He pushed his face into her pussy and rubbed her cum all over his cheeks and then kissed her clit and licked up over her soft, smooth mons. Her reaction to his oral stimulation made his cock pulsate again and he knew where he wanted to fuck her next. He glanced up to see Tawny take a deep breath and wipe her brow. That was a sufficient break, he thought, and pushed his face back onto her cunt. He worked his tongue back down into her hot tunnel and sucked at her sex. Tawny groaned and then smiled as she gently kneaded his head with her hands. Then she spread her arms back out and waited for him to bring her through another orgasm. The second was even better than the first, although not as deep, but Tawny smiled with glee. She was going to love fucking for him. She was going to do anything he wanted now; anything at all. …………………………………………………. It was like a dream, but she came to realize she was lying on the bed alone. She lifted her body, leaning on her elbows just in time to see him coming back out of the bathroom. He was wiping his cock with a hand towel. He saw her staring and smiled while he pushed his shaft down and let it go. It snapped back up and made a slapping noise as it swung back up to contact his belly. Tawny grinned, pleasantly surprised by his stamina. She wasn't sure how long it had been, but he was hard as a rock again and ready for more. She was ready too and returned his grin with solid eye contact as he approached the bed. Dave saw her staring at him and brushed his fingers down the line of his sternum and motioned to the nightstand. "A little Vaseline baby." Tawny looked at the nightstand and understood what he wanted. He was moving onto the bed on his knees as Tawny reached over and grabbed a tube of Vaseline. She opened it and ran a strip of the clear jelly between her breasts and then pushed her breasts together, smearing the pasty grease between her soft brown mounds of tit flesh. Dave straddled her body and then pushed his cock down as he lowered his hips over her chest. The slave opened her breasts, catching his shaft in the soft valley between her mounds and then pressed her breasts together around him. She sighed and rested her head down into the mattress when he began to rock his hips and pump his cock through the warm, soft flesh that surrounded his cock. His hands came down to her head. One lifted her by the hair while the other slammed a pillow tightly under her neck. He let her head go, but the pillow held her head up so that he could push his cock head forward to press at her lips with each forward stroke of his hips. Tawny felt the soft flesh of his cock press against her lips and opened her mouth. Dave slipped his cock forward and let the head penetrate her lips. Tawny sucked and licked it while he paused and she continued to press her breasts together along his shaft. Dave smiled down at her and snatched her nipple rings in his fingers and pulled them and twisted them while he jerked his hips, fucking the bitch's tits. The sensation was excellent and her mouth worked hard, sucking and licking at his glans. He gently fucked her this way, speaking words of encouragement while he fought back his drowsiness "Yes, Tawny honey, very good, hold them up nice while your Master fucks them. Suck me nice, just like that." He watched her, feeling almost as turned on by the visual as the physical. She obviously loved it. Her mouth was working, sucking, licking, as though his cock were a candy bar. He pulled and twisted her nipple rings, watching her nubs harden and swell while he played with her tits. He lengthened his strokes, pulling his cock head from her lips and then pushing it back in. The slave sucked him eagerly and she began to jerk her breasts faster. Dave began to breathe heavily and tense up and that seemed to urge her on. She sucked and licked at his cock head and soon it became too much to hold. Dave groaned and shook as his muscles began to work their magic and push his stream of cum through his tube and onto his slave. Tawny watched his face contort and felt his muscles stiffen. She rolled her tongue over his soft cock head and shook her tits along his shaft. He jerked his hips back, yanking his cock head from her lips and Tawny knew it was coming now. She watched as his shaft drew back between her breasts, like a snake retreating into its lair. There was a momentary delay and his cock head flew back out from its hiding place between her breasts while he groaned. His fingers gripped her nipples tightly and then the cum began to gush forth from his cock. The first spurt shot up her chest, between her breasts and poured down the slope of her neck. His cock shot out from between her breasts and the next spurt splattered out onto her chin and cheek. Tawny opened her mouth wide and the last spurt splashed into her mouth and his cock head followed it. She closed her lips on him as it passed through the line of her lips and sucked more of his hot fluid from his shaft. Tawny shivered with pride as her Master slumped forward and jerked his hips a few more times, dragging his cock through her lips, fucking her mouth while she sucked the last of his warm fluid from his softening shaft. Her hands roamed up over his ass, pulling his cock to her mouth and caressing him one last time while she swallowed his male seed. Dave smiled and rolled off of her, clutching at her skinny body while he closed his eyes and fell off into a deep sleep. It was easily the best fucking he had ever experienced and he knew he had only scratched the surface of this beautiful girl's capabilities to please. Serving David Ch. 2 Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period. This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8. * * * * * Part 2: A New Home Tawny walked a step or two behind Dave through the airport terminal. He carried the large suitcase and gave the smaller one to her. He had slept through the entire flight and Tawny had laid her head on his shoulder, sleeping along with him for most of the flight. Dave was quiet, and Tawny guessed he was still a little groggy from the unusual sleep schedule he had been keeping the past few days. Las Vegas can do that to you, she thought, but it was usually from gambling, not fucking. When they finally got to the garage, Dave started launching into his gabbing again, explaining what he did for a living and all about his house. He was evidently proud of his work, which seemed to be a hodge-podge of different schemes all meant to make money. He was also proud of his house, which he said was in a remote area in the foothills and was perfect for "what he had in mind for her." Tawny was full of ideas about what these things might be and despite the fact she had asked more than once; Dave was keeping his secrets. He opened the car door for her and told her to get in and then got into his own side. The car was an older model Chrysler sedan with a big bench seat, so she slid in close to Dave as soon as he pulled the door shut. Tawny was wearing her simple black dress and a thin bra. Dave had told her not to wear the chains and collar for the trip, and to leave her underwear off as well. Her feet were wrapped in the thin black straps of black high heels. Dave started the car and then turned toward her with his devious smile on his face. "I still can't believe you're here. I'm feeling hot for it again. Slip your dress up high on your thighs baby and let me see your pussy." Tawny felt a little quiver in her pussy. Dave made her feel so sexy all the time. She wiggled her ass on the car seat and worked her hem up a few inches so it just covered her vee and then she pulled the hem up with her hand and tilted her thighs so her pink slit was visible for him. Dave cupped her pussy with his fingers and wiggled his middle finger until it slipped up through her slit while he covered her mouth with his and sucked on her tongue. He moved his finger through her warm, pink femininity until he felt the squishing warmth of her wetness. He held the kiss a few moments and then broke away, looking into her eyes while his finger moved freely through her pussy. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you as soon as we get home baby. As soon as we clear the parking gate, I want that bra off and it's your job to make sure I stay hard and you stay wet all the way home." His directness and obvious interest in her sexuality made her feel so wanted and special. She told him yes, and smiled at him while he backed the car out of the space. It was getting dark out and Tawny waited patiently until the car began to accelerate away from the parking garage gate. She ran her hand along his chest and then down to his waist. As the car entered the highway, she felt lower and found his warm bulge along his right leg. She worked it and rubbed him gently until it began to swell and form a distinct ridge along his leg. He glanced at her a moment and smiled. Tawny kissed his shoulder once and then leaned back to remove her bra. She slipped the straps off her dress and unsnapped her bra. She dropped it into the back seat and ran her hands under her soft, tanned breasts before pulling her dress straps back up over her twin mounds. She rubbed her thumbs over her nipples a couple times until they swelled just bit and pressed against the thin fabric of her black dress. Tawny turned her attention to her Master. She still could not get over how fortunate she was. He was perfectly dominating and made her feel so good and pleasing. She reached down and pulled the dress up to her waist and opened her thighs a bit, and then licked her finger and pressed it into her pussy. She ran her index finger into her slit so it spread her wetness out. In a few moments, she could smell the damp, slightly acrid odor of her sex as it filled the car. She smiled again, watching Dave while he pretended to be concentrating on his driving. She wanted him to smell her, so he knew how hot she was for his cock to be in her, fucking her and using her for his satisfaction. Her other hand reached over is thigh and massaged his cock. She was so happy to find it more swollen and hard than a few minutes before. "David, Master," Tawny smiled and giggled as she said the words, "I can't wait to get home so I can fuck for you again. I hope I can be as good a fuck as you have always dreamed of." Dave grinned devilishly. "Oh you will baby, you will, I can assure you of that. If I have any problems, I know just how to get you to change your ways so you will please me." Dave decided to ask a couple questions that had been on his mind. He hated the obvious question, but he had to ask it. "OK Tawny, so tell me, how did you ever get into this slave business?" Tawny had expected the question eventually. She hated the question, but she knew it would come. "Well, Master, I'm one of those people who recognizes she likes sex. In fact, I love it and that took me to the d/s lifestyle." Tawny shifted around in the car seat so her thighs were open and her pussy faced him. "I chose to live with a woman who was once in this program, served as a sex slave. She told me I'd be good for it, so I am here." "So that's it? You just like sex?" "That's the more important reason. Of course, I can't keep this up forever. Let's just say that I expect to live comfortably after my contract runs out." "So, you get paid for it." "In a way sir, you see, you can't really make love with someone just for money, you have to like it, a lot. That's why it is a lifestyle choice, not just a job. Its not prostitution, its just a way of life, a pleasurable way of life, don't you think?" Dave grinned at her and glanced down at her pussy. "OK, well, thanks for the explanation. Now, let's put that pretty mouth back to work.." His hand ran up her side to her neck and pulled her down toward his crotch. Tawny worked at his belt and pant closure quickly, working his zipper down and holding his underwear back until she could pull his half-hard cock up so she could get to it with her mouth. The road became less trafficked and darker and Tawny fell onto his shaft, sucking his big cock with eager lips. He placed his hand on her head once in a while, directing her to slow down, or increase the rate of movement of her mouth over his shaft. She felt the car turn sharply and then stop just as his hand went onto her head and pressed it down. His cum shot up his shaft and back in the rear of her mouth, filing her mouth quickly with the flow of his male seed. Tawny lifted up and swallowed hard and continued to suck him gently until his hand pulled back on her hair. "Perfect timing. Dave laughed out loud. Welcome to your new home." Tawny lifted her head and peered out into the dim light of the dusk. The area was heavily wooded and the house looked like a huge old mansion, dark and foreboding. Dave opened his door and got out and came to her side of the vehicle. He pulled her out by the arm and began to work her dress up over her head. "You won't be needing this much any more baby. You have me all worked up again. I've been smelling your pussy for the last half hour and just came to the conclusion that I never have to wait any more." Dave pulled the dress roughly off her head and tossed it aside and then took her back by the trunk of the car and pushed her down onto it. He let his pants fall down and held her wrists and spread them out with his arms, stretching her over the car trunk and then began to fuck her. His cock was still somewhat limp, but her pussy was soaked and it easily slipped into her as he pushed and worked his hips against hers. Getting fucked on the trunk of his car made Tawny felt cheap and used. It wasn't what she had expected. He was raping her, not making love, but his animal-like lusting made her shiver with excitement and her pussy throbbed and undulated from the friction of his cock sliding through her vagina and hardening anew. He was glaring into her eyes as his hips shook and fucked into her with hard and steady thrusts. "You really do love it don't you Tawny? You enjoy fucking a lot. I think you'd be happy entertaining lots and lots of horny men, wouldn't you baby? Would you like me to make you into a whore bitch? Fucking guys all day and all night?" Tawny was feeling so good. Dave's cock was so big and hard and she did like to feel him in her. "I do like fucking Sir. Especially you. I love your cock, it's so perfect in me. But I'll fuck as many men as you want me to. I do what you tell me to do, especially when it comes to fucking." Dave smiled and humped his slave, feeling her pussy tighten and then slacken as his shaft slipped in and out of her. Tawny watched his face and worked her kegel in a steady rhythm so his cock was caressed and massaged in her pussy. Sometimes, she would utter a soft gasp when a spasm shot through her loins, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body and producing a tightness in her pussy that Dave could feel on his cock.. Dave began to pant and she could see sweat forming on his face in the dim light of early evening. She tensed and his hips jerked. Tawny held her pussy tight and then shook when the ripples of pleasure grew into waves of ecstasy in her vagina. Dave groaned and pushed into her hard and then they both shivered and tensed as their orgasms erupted in perfect harmony. …………………………………………………. Tawny swallowed hard. Dave was still cringing with his fingers laced in her hair, so she breathed deep and continued to suck his warm organ until he pulled her face away from his crotch. Dave seemed a little on edge, but she was sure it was only because he was leaving for the day and it would be the first time she would be left alone in the house. Or so she thought. Dave finally pulled on her head and Tawny let his flaccid meat slip away from her lips. She swallowed the little remains of his excrements and smiled up to him, meeting his pleased face with her dark eyes. "Good job, like always baby." Dave stretched his arms and fumbled with his clothing before stepping into the bathroom. "Come with me Tawny, come kneel in the bathroom while I shower." Tawny got up and stepped into the small bathroom and knelt on the cold floor. She was naked, not even wearing her heels yet. Dave woke up, fucked her, anally this morning, and then had her wash it and then suck him. She had been working his penis for his second orgasm of the day for nearly a half hour. She had already determined, in the week of her service to him, that he was slower in the morning than at other times. Still, he had been consistent and showed amazing stamina for a man in his forties. She had pretty much been fucked continuously for the entire three weeks. Tawny waited patiently while Dave showered. She expected him to say something, because he was a very chatty man when he wasn't actually fucking her, but he simply showered and Tawny waited. Tawny reflected on the kind of man Dave was while she watched his blurry outline in the shower stall. At first, she was afraid he was getting too close with her, like, falling in love close, but when he brought her down to his dungeon room in the basement, that illusion faded. He was harsh, and it became clear that his purpose was sexual. She had disappointed him that night. She wasn't up to his expectations and she had broken down too fast when he played with her tits. Tawny couldn't quite understand the excitement over hurting her breasts like that. She tried to get into it, to feel the endorphin rush, but it just plain hurt, so she cried and screamed. The experience had tuned Dave off and the moment was ruined. Tawny was still sorry she had disappointed him, but they each had taken something away from the experience. One was that Dave was not in love with her. Tawny was happy about that, because she didn't feel capable of a love relationship and felt like a one way relationship would be uncomfortable, if not a real handicap after her six month service period was over. The other thing taken away was that Dave knew that Tawny really did have limits. Not that she wasn't willing to try, but so far, the BDSM pain thing wasn't a turn on for her. Dave told her he would work on it. That was a very good thing in Tawny's mind. She really wanted to get better as a recipient of pain from a dominant, and Dave was understanding enough to break her and push her limits at a tolerable pace. He said he was encouraged when he took her back down yesterday. He worked on her ass and she had done much better. Dave had been turned on enough to have an orgasm right after she did and she really felt good when she felt his cum splatter all over her back. Dave looked out through the steamy shower door at his slave. He could not possibly be more pleased with her. She still gave him a hard-on just looking at her. Any day of the last three weeks would be the best day of sex in his life and it was just a beginning. At first he had made the mistake of thinking of her as a partner, a friend, like a girlfriend, but when she went wacko in the basement, he woke up and realized that she was a sex machine and if he used her well, she would work well, like any other machine. You keep it oiled; a little maintenance and you can run it hard within its operating limits. She had operating limits, just as the company that she served had told him, and he had edged her against the limits. He was sure he could stretch her out a little more, just like he had stretched her tight pussy to take his cock, but he would be wary of damaging her, burning her out, so to speak. Dave shut the water off. He cracked the door, letting the steam flow out into the cooler bathroom where Tawny sat patiently. He grabbed the towel and patted himself and looked out at her. Her eyes were right on him, those dark, beautiful holes that were always looking at him while she was sucking his cock or when he was fucking her. He tried to push the thought aside, because it made his cock hard, and he wanted it to stay soft for now. "Well, baby, today is the big day. Master's gonna be leaving you all alone in the house, at least for a while." He reached the towel to her and turned around. Tawny got up and massaged the absorbent material into his back. He tried to think of a clever way to tell her, but he simply couldn't. Tom had called him yesterday, excited that the company had approved him for use of their equipment. He had told him that the rest of the approvals would all come through this week. That's what Dave had been waiting for. Now he could start turning his good fortune into a real fortune. He turned around and took the towel back from his slave and smiled at her. "You're going to have a visitor today baby. Remember when I told you that you'd be fucking lots and lots of people for me?" Dave carried the conversation on while he walked into the bedroom. He pointed onto the bed and Tawny followed him and lay on the bed, stretching herself out sexily. Dave grinned and ran his finger up her leg and tapped the tip at her pussy. Tawny moved and opened her thighs so he could see and feel her slit. "Do yourself bitch, slowly, while I tell you some things." Tawny moved her body, sensually, and dragged her finger to her pussy. She looked at him attentively and slipped her finger into her damp chasm. She tensed her tummy as the first tingling ripples of pleasure emanated from her finger tip as it slowly moved through her labia and up over her pink bud of sexual pleasure. She began to think about the visitor and the strangeness and mystery just added to her building sexual appetite propelled by her wandering finger. Dave tried to suppress his desire to hop n the bitch and fuck her again, but he had to get on with some business. Before he even went to Las Vegas, he had told some of his better friends and some business associates about his new "girlfriend". Dave figured that he could use her to set himself up with a few deals he wanted to settle, but that he lacked the capital to pull off. This slave would be his capital for the things he wanted from them. As for his friends, it was always understood that they would share women who were willing to be shared and making a little cash on the deal was not thought to be bad. Besides, this one was a fucking machine and he wanted to keep it used, so having friends and business associates "rent" her while he was busy would serve both purposes. The only obstacle was the restrictions the company placed on sex partners. Each had to apply for a permit and be inspected for mental and physical health. Tom's had come in and the others would be in soon. Tom was worth a new engine for the '57 Chevy he was restoring. "Your friend for the day will be here at about noon. Fix yourself up, you know, clean inside and out, smelling like a whore, all that stuff, and dress like a whore too." Dave paused, thinking about the kind of guy Tom was; a little bit of a redneck. "I think, tight jean shorts, a halter; one that ties in front, and heels baby." Dave laughed and looked at his slave, seeing if she picked up on his ever-constant reference to heels, which he loved so much, because it made a girl seem so vulnerable and feminine. He was almost sorry he had looked her way. She was well into herself, working her finger into her pretty cunt and rolling her hips, like a bitch in heat. "Are you hearing all this baby?" Tawny was hearing it. She was excited by the prospect of pleasing Dave again by being a real good girl for a stranger. "Yes I am Master. I'll do the very best I can for your friend and be very good. You do want me to be very good, without any, restrictions Sir?" "No, no restrictions, just, don't do anything I wouldn't have you do. But you know, not a word about your status, with the company I mean. You're my live-in and we met in Las Vegas. That's all he needs to know. Any other questions you can handle with the standard bullshit." Dave grinned at her; pleased by her attitude. No girlfriend, not one that looked and fucked like Tawny anyway, would ever be so supportive of his needs as she was. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. "Time to go. Now you be good and lay off your pussy now. Save it for Tom." He turned once more before leaving the bedroom doorway. "Do good, like I know you will, and you'll be entertaining rooms full soon. And we'll start to check out some of your other talents. Don't worry, by the way, they all have company health checks. You have done well by me, so I will honor my part of the bargain." Dave threw a kiss and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the TV remote and pushed a button and threw the control onto the bed near her and left. Tawny looked at the TV – VCR as she heard the door shut. She considered what he said, that she'd be fucking rooms full by the weekend. Dave's house was getting more exciting by the day. The thought made her pussy stir. Serving David Ch. 3 Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period. This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8. * * * * * Chapter 3: Party Time Dave took a draw on his beer and set it down as he glanced up at the dancer just pulling her top off to expose her breasts to the half-empty room. The heavy beat of the music made conversation a little difficult, but one of the guys had decided this would be the best setting to discuss the news that Dave had. Dave didn't agree. For some reason, the ZanziBar didn't seem so appealing anymore. The girls were boring and the music was loud. Tom had picked up on his changed attitude and had no problem attributing it to the fact that he was steadily fucking the crap out of that dynamite chick he had in his house. Jerry, Pete, Bobby, Phil, Rob, Kevin and Steve were all transfixed, watching Danni, their favorite dancer, because of her huge tits. Tom, who was already in on the deal with Dave, was paying little attention to Danni too and was anxious to get on with the business at hand. It had been three days since he had been able to fuck Dave's slave and he still got a hard-on thinking about her. Finally, the music faded as Danni scooped up her pieces of outfit and scurried off the stage, naked and clutching her tips. Tom slapped the table, anxious to hear Dave's plan. "OK, OK, so much for Danni guys, listen up now because I think you're gonna find that Dave has some interesting news for us all." The men scooted into the table and refreshed their appetites with draws on their beers and listened with interest. Most of them had already heard that Dave had a hot whore at his place and hoped that this had something to do with her. Maybe he was going to have her do some private dancing for them or something. Jerry and Phil had also exchanged some information that was peculiar to say the least. Each of them had been offered a year subscription to INTIMATESEX.COM; an expensive and very good Internet portal that each of them found to be very good. The subscription was offered in exchange for a physical exam and survey that they said would be used for medical research and a study on sexual behaviors. That was not so surprising, but they also found out during the course of the afternoon at the ZanziBar that Pete and Rob had also been contacted and that each of them had been asked questions about how well they knew Dave. The air of mystery was growing and they all thought Dave had some answers. Dave leaned into the men circling the table and started to speak. "OK, guys, I know that I've been leaning on each of you for some favors lately, but there is some payback for all your help." Dave looked at each of them and then to Tom. "Tom, I appreciate your help with that engine and Phil, the use of the garage and Jerry, the loan of the Lifting gear, and so on. Tom here is the only one of ya, so far, to know the true benefits of cooperating with old Dave though, so I'm gonna ask you all for one more favor, one that will be easy to say yes to." Kevin moaned and laughed. "Oh no, Dave, if you say you want money now, you can jack off for it!" The gang chuckled and carried on while Dave held up his hands. "No, no fellas, it isn't money, not just yet anyways. What I need is help in satisfying the sexual urges of a very hot lady that's tucked away in my little old humble home." It sounded like a huge joke at first, so everyone laughed and poked insults at Dave for his apparent lack of stamina, but the laughing masked an expectation that smelled of reality, since this supported the rumor that Dave WAS harboring a girl at his house. Dave laughed and waved his hands and calmed the gang down. "No, no, fellas, I mean it; I got really lucky and have in my possession, an honest to goodness pleasure slave of a girl that fucks like a dervish and I want to share some of that good fortune with some of my friends." The crowd scowled and laughed again, not completely believing it, but hoping it was so. Tom held up his hands and quieted the group down. "No, no, guys, it's true, I've seen her. I mean hell I've FUCKED her! And I'm telling you it's all true. She is fucking gorgeous and as much as any man can handle. In fact, she can probably handle all of you and believe me, you've NEVER been fucked like this!" Silence permeated the group and all that could be heard was the softer staccato beat of the background music that played between strip routines. They looked at each other and listened, smiling and each silently groaning within as they considered Tom's description. There were little jokes bantered about and some teasing about who was the more virile until Dave stepped back into the conversation to explain further. "Thank you Tom for your eloquent description of Tawny's abilities." The sarcastic remark brought a ripple of laughter, but Dave continued. "Really, fellas, she is a very good fuck and that is simply what she does. To be honest, she's more than I can handle. That is, she can handle more than any man can dish out. To be fair to her, really, and to keep her happy, actually, I want to bring you all in on the fun and sort-of share her." The faces stared unbelievingly at him until Kevin spoke up again, this time a bit more seriously. "Dave, you aren't joking. Damn, you can count me in." Several others voiced their joy and willingness to help out their friend in need. Dave continued explaining. "I didn't think it would take much arm twisting to get you to help out." Another chorus of laughter. "I thought I'd have you all over Friday night for a little show and then some action. This may sound weird, but she's really a nice girl, I mean, she's absolutely beautiful and she is fucking erotic as hell, but you have to treat her right. She is high-class sex, not a trashy bitch, although she can sure act that role out. She's into just about every kind of sex you have ever heard of and likes it soft, likes it rough and everything in between, so get ready to live out your wildest sexual fantasies." Kevin spoke up first again. "Dave was this exam I volunteered for last week connected to this for some reason?" Dave answered right away, knowing perfectly well that each of them had taken and passed a screening by the Company to insure the physical health and safety of the slave. "Yes, it was, but don't ask me anything else. Don't ask me how I came by her or where she came from, because if I tell ya, it will all end very quickly. This is one of those, if I tell ya I gotta kill ya, kind of things. Just trust me, there is nothing illegal here, at least as far as I know. She's of legal age, 27 in fact, although you'll swear she looks like a 21 year old virgin, and each of you are 100 percent disease free and lacking psychological nests in your head that would cause you to go postal on a chick in bed." "For you married guys, I think I know you well enough to know that you don't hold fidelity at the top of your honors list, but understand, you will not carry home anything from this girl nor from anyone at this table. Everyone's been checked and everyone's clean." There was muffled discussion and glances. Kevin spoke for the group again. "Well, like I said, count me in! How are we gonna figure out who does what when though. I'm not too keen in sharing a woman nine ways. We gonna have rules?" Dave talked on, giving out the plans he had made and the ground rules. He paused for 15 minutes while Kimmy did her act and then continued afterwards. Several hours later they split up and Dave headed home. They would all be over Friday afternoon and Tawny would get a steady diet of fucking on through the weekend. Thereafter, Dave was sure his slave would provide him a steady flow of cash from his select set of partners. The weekend would be her coming out party. ………………………………………………………… Dave slammed the front door and stamped his dusty feet on the entryway mat. He expected to see his girl waiting at the door. It was the first time he had left her home all day by herself. "Tawny, where are you baby?" Dave shouted out. The reply came from the main sitting room, a large room with a vaulted ceiling dominated by a huge stone fireplace and a stone platform/seat that ran the length of the room. Huge windows that faced out into the forest from a second level height flanked the fireplace. The room was furnished with a sofa, large, stuffed lounges, ottomans and a large area rug under a large, square coffee table. "I am here Master, in the common room. Do you require my presence?" Dave grinned, happy she was feeling at home. He walked up the three stairs to the sitting room. Tawny was sitting on the stone wall in front of one of the glass windows. She was naked, wearing her body rings and a light complement of chain between her collar, her nipples and her clit ring. She was brushing her hair out and looking out the windows. "Very good Tawny, you look quite at home here now. I like your body jewelry. Have you prepared yourself for me as we have discussed?" Tawny put the brush aside and slipped her thighs apart. She pulled a finger through her slit and smiled. "Yes Master, I have cleaned everything, oiled, lubricated. I am ready to please you in any way you wish." Dave sat in the lounge chair and beckoned to her. Tawny got up and went to him, climbing onto his lap, straddling his hips and setting erect, facing him with her breasts only inches from his face. Dave began to cuddle her breast with his big hand, still appreciative of the fact that her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened as soon as he touched her there. Dave stared in her eyes and she gave him the direct eye contact back and ground her hips a little, pressing her pussy against the bulge in his pants. "I'll let you suck me real soon baby. But first, do you have any questions for me?" Tawny felt a ripple of erotica when he mentioned her sucking him while he increased the massage of her breasts. She was getting warm and horny for him. She took advantage of the moment to ask him about the future. She suspected he was working on something ever since he started letting Tom visit the house to use her. "Sir, do you intend that I serve others as well as yourself?" Dave was glad she asked, because he wanted to tell her all about the upcoming weekend, but really couldn't figure out how or when for some reason. "Now I'm glad you asked that because I have a very special event planned for the weekend. Now, I want you to suck me and while you do, I'll tell you about it." Tawny slipped off his lap and took her position between his thighs. She worked his pants down and began her erotic massage of his cock. It swelled more, first in her hand and then in her mouth as she wrapped her lips around his warm shaft and looked up over his body and stared into his eyes while she sucked him. Dave sighed and relaxed as the familiar, but never tiring feel of her warm mouth on his maleness lulled him into a pleasant fog of satisfaction. He began to tell his slave how he wanted the weekend to unravel. Tawny listened and became more aroused as the images he offered to her swelled her sexual appetite and drew her into a state of submission that she had always felt so comfortable with. "There will be nine of us in all. Myself, and Tom, who you have met, and now Jerry, Pete, Bobby, Phil, Rob, Kevin and Steve." Dave pulled in a deep breath and lifted his hips a little when Tawny pushed her mouth down and his cock slid into her throat. The tightness sent a spasm through his loins and his cock throbbed. He settled back down when she dragged her mouth back up his pole and looked up at him with smiling eyes. "As I was saying, there will be a good crowd. I want a proper greeting for each when they arrive baby, and do a little routine for us please, to get everyone friendly with you. While you are doing that, we'll play a little game to see who gets you when. I thought we'd set aside some time for some group sessions. Do you want to take three of four at once baby, I'll let you decide." Tawny shivered. She wanted to be really good for Dave's friends, but there were so many. Four would be difficult and sometimes crowds got out of control. She would prefer three, but then she'd be handling a crowd for longer because that would make three separate groups. She pulled her mouth off his pole, leaving a coating of slippery saliva that she used to lubricate her fist as it slipped along his meaty appendage while she talked. "I think three will work better Master.' Tawny continued pumping his shaft, slipping her thumb over the crown with each stroke and watching his face, feeling for the moment when his cock would give up his stream of white liquid. Dave looked at her and smiled. "Put it on your face and your tits this time honey. Have you ever had a group cum on you baby, ever been covered in cum.? I think its sexy." Tawny listened and thought back. No, never that many, not that much. It was an erotic thought. Dave's cock got very hard and Tawny felt it twitch. She raised herself up on her knees and clutched his cock, pulling it down so she was looking right down the length at the little round hole at the tip. "I've never had that many Master, but it sounds like it would be thrilling." "Somehow I thought you'd look at it that way." Dave grasped the arm of the chair and thrust his hips up a little. His thighs tensed and he groaned. His cum sprayed up and out of his tube with a strong spasm. The line of white liquid flew through the gap between his crown and Tawny's face. It landed against her mouth and streaked across her lips and down her neck. She pulled the tip downward and the next two streams laced across her breasts. A final spurt dribbled down his cock and Tawny scooped it off with her finger and licked it ff with her tongue while Dave watched her. She stared at him while he relaxed in the chair, breathing heavily. She let his softening shaft go and put her hands on her chest, rubbing his cum over her soft brown mounds and licking what cum she could off her lips. Dave never got tired of seeing her smile with his cum on her, or in her. She loved it and that made him happy. ………………………………………………………… Tawny waited anxiously in the sitting room. She was arranging the last of some of the things that Dave wanted to have handy for his party. She had a table set up with some implements handy. There was a crop, a flogger, and two types of straps, some clamps and nipple-stim loops and some lengths of rope. Dave told her that he really didn't know what some of these guys were into but that he wanted to have the usual accessories available. Dave was busy setting up the snack table and the beer keg. He turned to Tawny with a grin when the knock came at the door. Tawny saw Dave's look and dropped what she was doing to get the door. She was dressed in a form-hugging gown that went to the floor. It was black and had slit up the side that split all the way to her hip when she walked. Her legs were covered in sheer, dark stockings with a soft web pattern and held up by a black garter belt that peeked at an onlooker if she walked and let the slit open on her thigh. The dress opened at her chest, showing a proud cleavage and the soft swell of her breasts. Under her dress was a black lace bra that helped hold her breasts up to enhance the cleavage and matching panties with a split crotch. She wore small, zirconium-tipped barbells through her nipples and her clit was adorned with a small diameter ring, closed with a zirconium stud. Attached to the ring and hanging six to eight inches below her vulva were two chains of unequal length with zirconium baubles at the ends. Her feet were mounted in six inch spiked heels and she wore a zirconium necklace and earrings to add a touch of elegance. At her neck was a soft leather collar with four attachment rings and highlighted with zirconium studs. Her hand went for the doorknob and she felt her heart begin to race. The person behind the door was coming there to fuck her tonight, and all weekend for that matter, and he was the first of many. She swung the door open and was faced by a somewhat handsome looking man in his mid thirties, or so she guessed. He stared at her, seemingly dazed. "Welcome to Dave's house. I am Tawny and I am here to greet you." The man stepped closer, still appearing dazed. It felt uncomfortable to her, but she took the initiative, as Dave had impressed upon her and stepped close to him and wrapped her arms up around his neck. She pressed her soft breasts against his t-shirt and tilted her head as she moved her lips against his. Bobby opened his lips and accepted her wet welcome. He couldn't believe what he was feeling and seeing. She looked like a model, or a pinup. She was beautiful and her body melted right into his as though he had known her all his life. She made him feel special and her hips ground close to him, giving him a head start on a hard-on. After a few moments of searching into his mouth with her tongue, she relaxed and let herself fall away as he did not appear to want more from her at the moment. "Well, I like the welcome here. Big improvement from the last time I was here. I'm Bobby." Tawny gave him her very best smile and took his hand, pulling him into the entryway. "Bobby, very good; then you have come to fuck me this weekend?" Bobby stood, staring at the image that had just uttered the words that still rang in his head like the intoxication of a fine wine. "Yes, that's right sweetheart, that's exactly why I came." Bobby followed her, watching the smooth, rounded outline of her ass as it rubbed against the tight fabric of her dress while she walked him up the short set of stairs and into the sitting room. Dave turned to greet the first guest. "Bobby, come on in, I see you already met our special hostess for the weekend. Has she been good to you so far?" "Good? Oh yes, I'd call it good." Bobby looked Tawny over again and walked to the beer keg to draw his first. Dave slapped him on the back and the doorbell rang anew. Tawny excused herself and Dave gave her a wink as she hurried off to the door. The scene repeated itself several more times until all the guests had arrived. Only Kevin held her at bay in the foyer, taking advantage of Tawny's friendliness by fondling her breasts a bit and threatening to tear her gown. Once everyone had gathered in the room, Dave cleared his throat and made some announcements. "Gentlemen, I think it is time for you all, those who have not yet had the pleasure, I should say, to see our friendly slave in the raw. Tawny s going to do a little demonstration of her dancing ability for us and while she is doing that, we are going to play a little game of chance to determine who touches who when and where." "I have a stack of cards here, each has a room , a time and a clothing item on it. Each of you draws one until they are all gone. Then, when our slave takes her things off, she hands an item to each of you. You can try to sweet talk her into giving something to you if you want, but if the item matches your room and a time, you get her there and then. It's a little confusing, but you'll figure it out when you see them. In some cases you get her alone, in others with a small group. Each block is divided up into four hour segments, except one, when the girl gets to sleep." Serving David Ch. 4 Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period. This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8. * * * * * "I think we need to talk Kevin." Dave sat in the common room having beer while the clock turned past noon and waited for Tawny to finish her entertainment of Phil. Kevin took a long gulp and wiped his face. He turned to Dave and began talking. "Phil's probably working her over with that fuckin' sybian thing of his. He had some whore going nuts all weekend once and he had me come watch it for a while. I'll bet that bitch of yours is getting along with it very well." He paused. "So what's the talking about? What's on your mind Dave?" "Kevin, I know what you do to women. I wanted to bring you in this weekend especially because you have that talent. You can do things that I just haven't got in me, but remember, she's my property." Kevin held up his hand. "Hey, no problem buddy, I wont break her, physically anyway." Kevin laughed with a cackling shriek that tended to insult a person's patience. Dave just smiled and filled his beer glass. "Yea, I trust you Kevin, otherwise, you wouldn't be here. There are some other things you should know though. She really IS owned, you know. I mean it, no shit, and you need to understand that I'm not the one that you need to worry about if you cross certain boundaries, which I know you've done with some other girls." Dave paused for emphasis "I'm serious as a heart attack, if you damage her, I mean something that takes more that a day, maybe two at best, to disappear, your balls may find themselves on the wrong end of a very sharp knife." Kevin looked bored. "Shit, that little bitch could never get near me." Dave cut him off. "I'm not talking about her, buddy, not that you give her due credit. She's a lot tougher than you think and I swear she could knock the shit out of any three men in a bar; believe me. She can move like a goddamned she-devil if provoked, but no, it isn't her you have to worry about. It's her owners, her real owners." Dave's concern got Kevin's attention. Kevin listened while Dave filled him in on the restrictions that the company placed on the care and handling of their pleasure slave. Kevin listened, but seemed unconcerned. "I would never want to damage these goods anyway Dave and from what you told me, there is no reason why I can't have this one eating out of my hand. I know she's yours, but I'm gonna train her a bit, make her need me, if even just for certain periods." Dave grinned. "Hey, you got her this afternoon and Saturday, but what thinks you can have more?" "Because I got what you want Dave, or rather what you need; the parts, the engine, the contacts. I know you want in on the racing circuit, and if she is what I want, and it looks like she is, we can do some trading." Dave was hoping Kevin would make such an offer. It seemed like such a sweet deal. Kevin would train her to be a real submissive and he could get his racecar finished and into the circuit. "Yes, Kevin, I think we see eye to eye. I still want her to do some special things for me, but other than that, I'm ready to deal." "Well, if you think she's a good fuck now, wait 'til I lay some influence on her. You haven't seen real submission yet. After today, she'll be looking for a way to avoid me I bet. Just wait until I'm through with her and then you can use the threat of being loaned to me as a way to convince her to do anything you want." Dave thought for a moment. "Yea, Kevin, that sounds good, sounds real good. I was afraid I was getting too sympathetic with her. After all, she'll be taken away from me in a few more months, so I may as well get what I can out of her while I can." Kevin smiled. He had wanted to work on Tawny from the moment he first saw her. She was just the kind of woman he liked to break. She was strong, independent and put out good enough to capture any man's cock, if not his heart. Thankfully, he thought, Dave had a hungry pocket to go along with his soft heart and perverted mind. Now he could have her next week, and more, if he wanted. All he had to do is keep feeding Dave's racing fever. …………………………………………………… Nearly an hour had passed since Dave had come and gotten her from Phil. She had her shower and fixed all her apertures while Dave watched her and shared some of his wisdoms with her. Tawny had come to like Dave, really like him, because he always made her feel like she was doing a good job as his slave and he seemed to like looking at her and fucking her so much. She was always happy to do what he wanted, but what he was telling her now had her frightened. "This is your last session for the weekend baby, and Kevin's gonna have you. You know, he can be a little severe. I don't think I've really prepared you for someone like him. But, I want you to be a good girl for him, he can be a big help to me in some ways." Normally, Tawny would avoid facing a violently strict Dom, but it seemed so important to Dave. Besides, she told herself, she really didn't have a choice. She could ask Dave not to make her go, but that would be going against her creed, of taking advantage of a Master's soft spot. If Dave thought it was safe, she could endure it for him. And besides, she had been with tough guys before and somehow; they always ended up being another helping of good sex for her. Why should this Kevin be any different? Master Dave, I will be good, for him, for you. I'll not disappoint you." Dave grinned and patted her ass. He knew he could count on her. ……………………………………………… Tawny stood silently in the middle of the room and waited for Kevin. Dave had left her there, naked, without any of her body jewelry and in the big room containing nothing but a bed and a straight wooden chair and a hutch. The floor was bare wood, except for a large animal fur carpet in front of a fireplace. It was a gas fireplace and Dave had lit it just before he left. Tawny had not been in this room at all yet and the strangeness scared her: the room's unfamiliarity combined with the fear she already harbored from Kevin's demeanor, combined to make her feel very naked, exposed and uneasy. The door finally opened and Tawny's body translated her tenseness into an elevated heartbeat. She turned, looked and saw Kevin as he closed the door behind him. He was wearing leather shorts, nothing else. His bare chest was sculptured and muscular. He had a bag in his left hand and a whip coiled in his right. The whip was one of those kinds with all the strands of leather hanging out the end. The sight of him made her body shiver and she couldn't keep her lip from quivering. It suddenly felt cold in the room. She tried to remain calm, but she knew he'd see the fearfulness on her face and through her involuntary body movements; the shaking lip, the wide eyes. Kevin looked at his prey like a wolf near the kill. She had big eyes, like a scared animal. It was perfect, he thought, she would be a pure joy to control and she was so fucking beautiful. Her naked body made his cock swell and he had to keep his mind on his goal to resist just taking her first. She was staring at him. Perfect, he thought, just what he expected, and just what he wanted. Kevin stepped near to her, set the bag down and looked at her with a weak smile. He raised his hand quickly and slapped her with an open hand, flat across her cheek. Tawny shrieked and turned her head away, grabbing her burning cheek. "I thought you're supposed to be a slave. Slaves don't stare at their Master. Put your fuckin' eyes down like you're supposed to, and kneel bitch, show me what you know about submitting to a man. I don't have time to waste teaching you fundamentals." Tawny went quickly to the floor on her knees and reached into her rich knowledge bank of submissive ritual to satisfy his obvious preferences. She felt sick, because she hadn't been with him a minute before she was already chalking up a bad performance. Dave deserved better, she thought. She shivered and adjusted herself with her knees widespread and her chest up. She rested her hands, palms up, on the insides of her thighs. She felt her breasts rise and she was hoping her stance and her physical attributes might somehow gain his appreciation back. Kevin walked around her, letting the cold tips of the whip scrape over the soft flesh of her shoulders, her breasts, her cheek. He stopped behind her and squatted so his knees touched her arms. She felt his breath on her neck as he leaned over, looking down over her shoulder. The silence kept her anxiety at a high pitch and she could feel her heart pound in her chest. Moments passed like hours. Kevin put his nose near her shoulder. She smelled beautiful. He could sense her smell, her pussy, open, pink and inviting. Her nipples were pointed, hard, and seemed to beg for his touch as they floated atop her soft, curved breasts. He could feel his penis swell in his leather shorts. Her presence begged him to take her, but he knew he could be strong, resist the temptation, and put off his desire for a greater prize. He reached next to him; felt in his bag for the implements he needed. He spoke softly into her ear. "Put your hands behind you please." Tawny flinched. His voice frightened her, like a thunderclap frightens a child. She pulled her arms behind her, placing them at the small of her back, her shoulders came back, she felt her breasts rise and she could almost feel his glare on her breasts, and that pleased her. Kevin found the leather strap he was feeling for and pulled it from the bag. He moved quickly now. He watched her breasts rise and jut outward as the girl moved her hands backward at his command and his cock responded, begging him to put off his work and take her. Every motion temped his male instincts to fuck her. He lifted the leather collar and fit it around her neck. Her flesh was soft, delicate and warm. His fingers paused, feeling her flesh as his fingers worked the leather band around the soft pedestal that connected her head to her beautiful body. Tawny felt the leather caress her neck. She felt his fingers on her skin, knew he was thinking, watching her. She closed her eyes and remembered the image of his big menacing cock in front of her face the other day; the look in his eyes as he pulled his fist back on his shaft and it pumped a long stream of his cum outward and onto her face and her body. She wanted his cock in her and she knew he must want the same, but he kept still, touching only her neck. The leather closed on her neck and she heard a series of clicks as he pressed the end of the collar into the locking device and the collar tightened around her neck. A strange feeling came over her. The tightness at her neck was real, but the emotional feeling was greater. He was taking control of her, he was resisting her temptations and taking his own course and she knew she would have to follow. The path he was taking her down was strange and it frightened her. Kevin felt a wave of relief as the collar closed tightly on the bitch's neck. Somehow he was afraid she would move, turn and look at him and he would follow his instinct and take her, but he had won. His collar was on her; tightly closed on her neck and that renewed his resolve. He reached into his bag again and felt the wide leather bands of the cuffs and pulled them out; and he lifted out the heels too and dropped them on the floor next to the bag. Kevin stood up behind her. "Put them on and then stand." Kevin stayed behind her, holding the cuffs, not wanting to look at her face until he had her the way he wanted her. He still felt an urge to take her, but it was easier to resist now as he contemplated the control he would have over this marvelous piece of flesh. He watched as she moved onto her feet and crouched, pulling the heels to her feet and gracefully placed her foot onto the narrow ledge that would serve as a shaky foundation for her body. "Lock them on, snugly." Tawny heard his voice; calm, directive, stern, and wrapped the locking strap tightly around her ankle. The black shoes were narrow and the heels were long and pointed. They fastened to her feet with straps and the ankle strap had a locking device so that once they were on, they would not come off. She would have difficulty moving in them and the locking straps added to her sense of entrapment and display as a model of femininity and powerlessness. Tawny stood up slowly after locking her ankle in the second shoe. She faltered momentarily while she balanced on the tiny heels. She felt his hands on her wrists, lifting them up and together. Her body was forced forward some at the waist and then the leather touched her wrists, wrapping them in a wide, four inch cuff and she heard the metallic click of the locking device that set the cuffs firmly around her wrists. She felt another wave of anxiety sweep over her. He let her wrists go and Tawny pulled her arms apart, but was stopped by the cuffs that were attached, one to another. She caught a glimpse of him as he came from behind her. She looked down again, to the floor, obediently evading his stare. She looked perfect, he thought, as he came around her, looking at her tall, thin form balanced so precariously on the tall, black heels that captured her feet. With the heels she was almost as tall as his six feet. Her soft brown hair hung unkempt, just touching her shoulders. Her soft skin glowed under the bright light in the ceiling. The dark tone of her skin made her look healthy and fit, her breasts were so perfectly uplift and accented by firm, dark areola and stiff, pointed nipples that begged to be touched. Her venus-mons; smooth, soft, devoid of any trace of hair; naked, exposed, and her nether lips, darkly pink and open just enough to tease the eyes with a glossy pink inner lining that invited a taste or to envelop a male organ in a soft blanket of pleasure. Her legs were thin, but muscle-toned, and like the rest of her body, smooth and graceful looking as they reached up to their terminus at her beautiful ass; firm, tanned, round and seemingly designed for the grasp of a hand. He looked at her down-looking face. Her high cheekbones were evident, soft and sculpted. Her light brown eyebrows gently curved like the wing of a graceful bird. Her eyelashes were long, like small brushes, hiding her eyes from his gaze. He wanted to reach out and touch her cheek, feel her skin, look into her eyes, but he resisted. He had to defeat her first, make her submit to him, make her his servant, not the other way around. In his slightly twisted mind he saw what was happening, she was having her way with everyone; with Dave, the others. She was having the pleasure, making them give her the sex she wanted, not the other way around, like it was meant to be. He would fix all that. Kevin stooped and picked up his whip. He flicked the hard leather handle and the six leather strands shook menacingly just inside Tawny's view. He folded it and hung it on his leather shorts. He stooped again, out of Tawny's view, reached into his bag and grasped a short leather strap and a long, shiny chain with a leather handle. He wiggled the semi-stiff strap in his right hand. Tawny could feel the icy glare from his eyes as he examined her body. She could do nothing but balance on her high heels, waiting, hoping he would want to take her now. Her hands were fastened behind her, she was helpless and her pussy was moving within her. The atmosphere, the tension, the anticipation, made her vulva drool. He must see it, she thought, he must want her. But Tawny was afraid that Kevin would be different. She was afraid he was going to take from her and give nothing in return. He was going to use her and please himself. This is what she had often dreamed of, but had never really had, she thought. She didn't know if she would like it, so she had placed herself in a position where it might be forced on her, but she had not actively sought it. She had come close, with Darla and with Brad, but Kevin was different. He made her shiver, he was going to take her in a different way and that made her frightened and excited. Kevin felt her flinch when his fingers rested on her ass. He liked that; she was frightened. It gave him the confidence that he could mold this bitch quickly, and then he could fuck her. The thought made his cock swell, so he stayed behind her, not wanting her to see how she affected him. He turned her so she faced the bed and then hooked the chain to her collar, like a leash, and pulled her. She took a few small, precarious steps on her tiny heels and he knew what she was thinking, that he was going to take her now, but she was wrong. He looked over her shoulder, looked at the jutting point of her nipple and then flicked his wrist. Tawny felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. He was taking her to the bed now, but the searing pain and the loud slap erased her thoughts. It felt like a branding iron on her right ass cheek and she screamed out and jerked her body, almost loosing her balance on the pointed heels of her captive shoes. Her heart raced and the sting turned quickly into a hot spot on her left ass cheek. He tugged the leash tightly, letting her know he had her and spoke to her from behind her left ear. "Let me get this straight now little miss bitch, you are a slave, is that right?" Tawny answered quickly and politely. "Yes Master Kevin." The leather strap moved with lightning speed again, injecting another spear of pain into her burning right cheek. Tawny held her voice this time and barely moved in reaction to the painful touch. "But you've been a naughty slave Tawny. Haven't you?" Tawny swallowed. Not certain what to say. The leather strap connected on her cheek again and then again. Tawny blurted out a sob and tears filled her eyes. The sting, in the same spot was nearly unbearable. She moved forward a small step and shivered, her lips quivered. He was hurting her and she didn't know what he wanted. But maybe she did know, she had felt this before, with Brad. He wanted her to tell the truth, to bear her soul to him. "Maybe, just maybe, if you let it out and tell me the truth, I'll vary the spot." The leather slapped on her right cheek again and the sound faded in Tawny's ears, smothered by the sting. The pain struck deep and she cried out. "Please, Master Kevin, please, don't." Kevin smiled. He watched the tears, knew he could maybe do one more without damaging Dave's precious property. "Talk to me bitch." The strap lanced out onto her right cheek once more and Tawny yelped and moved again. "Yes, yes, I've been bad Sir, I've been naughty and bad." The strap fell again, harder this time and the sting penetrated deep, but on her left cheek this time. Tawny stifled her tears and gasped for breath. Her pussy turned in her belly; she felt her liquids flow onto her nether lips. God, I wish he'd fuck me now, she thought, like Tom had. The strap struck again and then again. The pain built and hit deeply into her left cheek. Her eyes flooded again. Tawny gasped and begged between sobs and the strike of the strap and thought of running, but to where? Serving David Ch. 5 Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period. This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8. * * * * * Tawny jerked back to consciousness. She must have dozed off, her mouth slipping down into the water. She sat up, her breasts broaching through the layer of white foam on the water's surface. Tawny pushed the plug and the water began to seep from the tub, making her feel heavier with each passing moment as her body fell victim to the pull of gravity and rested onto the bottom of the tub. She took the spray head and rinsed her body and threw her calves up over the rim of the tub. Her pussy lay open and spread. She examined her mons, felt it carefully for any trace of hair. There was none. The frequent waxing and hair removal treatment had produced a vulva as hairless as a newborn's cheek. Next, she douched herself, using three containers, each cleansing her sex more deeply and the final, leaving a light coat of lubricant and a fragrance in her feminine tunnel. She rolled over, splaying her cheeks and treated her anal passage to a similar cleansing, but using five containers to ensure a thorough treatment. Tawny stepped from the tub, daubing her soft, brown flesh with a towel and stood before the mirror. She looked over her body as she applied a coat of lotion to soften her skin and give it a light, oily sheen. She trimmed and filed her nails, applied polish to toes and fingers and dried her hair, brushing it out to a soft, shimmering sheen. Finally, she massaged her breasts, lightly pinched her nipples, letting them stiffen and pulled each nipple out and swabbed her piercing holes with a cloth-coated wire to ensure they were clean and open. She sat, spread her legs and repeated the process for her piercing in her labia, above her clitoral hood and finally, through the base of her clitoris itself. She stood, looked over her body and smiled. She was ready to please a Master now. Secretly, she hoped she could please Kevin. He was, after all, a man and could come to appreciate her real skills, those of the pleasure slave, and she would once again feel the domination of a strong male as he used her body. There was something about him that evoked her admiration. His firmness, his strength, made her feel good, submissive. She felt a tingle in her pussy. She wanted to fuck him and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she hoped he would feel the same way. She touched her clit with her finger and shivered from the contact. Tawny stood in the bedroom and looked at the bed. It was so inviting and she was so tired. In the morning, she would only need a final douche in each of her holes. She walked toward the bed and saw it, an envelope on the bed. She lay down and rested her head on the pillow and opened the envelope. It was a large square on heavy rag paper, more like an invitation than a note. It was written in exquisite script. Tawny read: "You will come to me tomorrow at 7 AM. Master David will drop you. Enter through the front door and turn to your left into the large room, you will find further instructions there. You will wear your hair pulled back into a ponytail. You will wear red lipstick and polish on your nails. Adorn your piercings with jewelry; chains for your labia. You will place the implement in your cunt, attached to your clit. Wear a red lace frame bra, red lace panties, tong-style with open crotch; matching garter belt, black fishnet stockings. Red shoes, locking straps and very tall, I know you understand. Short wrap skirt, black; white chiffon blouse, tight, open collar; earrings; black collar, velour, with a ring." Tawny set the card down and looked around. What "implement", she thought. Then her eyes caught it, a blue box setting on the dresser. She got up and went to examine it. It was a butterfly vibrator, but with some new twists. It had a ring attached to the base, so it could be attached through her piercing hole. The "body" was larger than usual and situated so it would fit into her vagina. The body, doubtlessly contained the energy cells, but there were no switches or controls. It would be a remote unit and Master Kevin, no doubt, would control the action. She went back to the bed and lay down, looking at the ceiling. She envisioned herself accessorized as described in the note. She smiled. Yes, she thought, Kevin would be fucking her. She smiled and let her mind drift back to the week before; his cock before her face. It was large and hard and he pumped his seed out onto her. She would be seeing more of that now, much more. She squirmed her body into the mattress and fell fast asleep. She was startled and jumped up. There was something touching her, her mouth. Dave's image was there, before her, and his hand, at her mouth. She opened, sucked gently on his finger when he inserted it. Dave smiled down at her. "Up and at 'em baby. In the car in an hour. Got any questions about how to dress, what to do?" Tawny's head raced and Dave pulled his finger away. He continued to sit on the edge of the bed and his big hand now caressed her hip, his fingers running along her body and finally up to her breast, where he paused to knead her left breast. Tawny had nothing to say. An hour: she had to douche, reapply skin cream, dress, but all the clothing was there, laid out, where she put it the night before. She did have questions though. "No Master David. Master Kevin's note was clear and I have everything he wanted. He said you would drive me Sir." She looked up at him, in that wondering way that Dave could recognize. She hesitated, afraid to ask the question that burned in her mind. "Ask it baby, I know you have something in that sweet brain of yours, you're supposed to tell the truth, remember?" Tawny bit her lip and then spilled her thoughts. "Master, do you, do you, like, think I'm not pleasing any more? I mean, is there anything more I can do to please you?" Dave grinned and pinched her nipple hard, then he continued to hold it in his fingers, kneading it gently, but firmly. He looked at her and watched her bite her lips as his pressure stung her nipple. "You are great, baby, I couldn't ask for more. You are doing me a bigger favor than you think. I love the way you fucked for me this week. That turns me on baby, love to watch you fucking over and over; and now Master Kevin. I don't even need to ask, I know you're gonna please him, aren't you baby? He turns you on, doesn't he?" Tawny was evasive. Yes Master Kevin turned her on, in a way, but he was too rough, too mean. She was afraid of him and yet, she wanted to go to him again. "I don't know if "turn-on" is the right word Sir. I mean, well, I want to go to him, but, I don't know if it is because you want it of me, or maybe, because I want to find out about what he wants from me." "Remember Tawny; you told Kevin some stuff last weekend, about how you were a bad sub. Well, you ARE bad, in that way. You're going to him today, because you want to, not because I want you too. It just so happens that we both want the same thing, this time, just like we both wanted the same thing when you came to me. I wanted to fuck, without attachments and you wanted to be fucked, without attachments. Now, Kevin has something else you want, doesn't he? Something you don't really get from me." Tawny looked down, ashamed that Dave was able to tell her what she was doing better than she could. "Yes Master." Dave waved his finger, motioning her to come forth and verbalize her emotions. Tawny didn't look at him and started to speak. Dave tapped her cheek roughly with his open hand. Not quite a slap, but a hint of one. He held her chin, making her look at him when she spoke. Tawny met his eyes with hers. "Master Kevin makes me obey him and he, well, he is a Master, he makes me…..." "Makes you feel good when he whips your ass, doesn't he baby?" "Yes Master." "Good, that's what I thought. Hell, I can't control you like that. My control derives from you, from your loyalty to me as your Master. I could have sent you to Kevin any time I wanted and you would have gone, but now, now you're going, because YOU want to aren't you?" "That's part of it master, yes." "Yea, that's part of it alright, the important part. Now, go enjoy yourself and don't have too good a time." Dave got up and slapped her on the ass. Then he walked out the door, leaving Tawny to get ready. Tawny took a short bath, douched and massaged her body with fragrant lotion, as she had the previous evening. She carefully applied a layer of red polish to her nails and dressed her lips in matching red lipstick. She looked at the box containing the butterfly, paused and then turned, picking up the garter belt. She pulled it up over her hips and then pulled on the stockings, rolled them up over her long, soft legs and fastened the tops to the garter. Tawny looked in the mirror. The black net affect made her look cheap, like a whore. Maybe that was Kevin's foible. Maybe he wanted to treat women badly because he thought they were dirty. Tawny thought about Kevin more as she pulled her hair back and held it in a bunch, picked up a retainer band and twisted it around her hair. She swung her head and smiled, thinking that the ponytail offset the effect of her stockings. Hell, maybe he just hates women, she thought. That would be okay though, she said to herself, so long as he likes what women have. That thought turned her thoughts to her pussy. She went to the box on the table and pulled out the device. She touched it to her labia, rubbing it a few times, coating the "body" and then pushed it into her vagina. It only penetrated a few inches. She worked the clasp open and worked it through the hole in the base of her clit and then let it close. The butterfly eased in close to her clit and the edges of the wings pressed her labia apart. She looked down, seeing that it fit snugly against her inner labia and she tensed from the gentle feeling of erotica it gave her, hugging her clit so snugly. Time was running short now. Tawny took two lengths of silver chain with sparkling studs attached and hung them from her pierced hood. The lengths hung down on either side of the butterfly wings and the sparkling studs dangled an inch apart below the inverted vee formed by her thighs as they met at her pink gash. She pulled on her red lace panties next, working the delicate bands up over her stockings and smoothed the thin straps so they left her soft, round ass cheeks exposed. She had to feed the chains through the slit in the panty's face and then placed the delicate lace hem along the line of her pussy, carefully fitting it beneath the wings of the butterfly. Her pussy was now framed in red lace. The butterfly sat at the top of the slit, splaying her pink pedals and hugging her sensitive bud tightly. She looked in the mirror again. She smiled. It looked very sexy. Kevin would be pleased. Tawny slipped the bra up her arms. It was nothing more than a red lace frame to fit around her breasts, although the lower wings provided a little lift to her breasts, helping them stand out a bit. The final touch was her jewelry. Tawny fit sparkling studded rings through her nipples and then put on matching earrings. She pulled the black velour collar round her neck. The front was adorned with a silver ring, with a sparkling stud, matching her nipple and ear adornments. Tawny watched herself in the mirror, choosing not to place her outerwear on until the last. She bent, pulled the red shoes on her feet and strapped the locking straps tightly around her ankles. She stood, balancing on the tall, pointed heels. The shoes made her feel vulnerable and soft, feminine. It was a familiar feeling to her now and it pleased her. Finally, she wrapped the black skirt round her hips, leaving her belly exposed. The skirt fit snugly, hugging the curve of her derriere and barely covering her hanging bangles. She turned, looked at the curves it enhanced and slipped her blouse on. She buttoned two buttons; leaving the top three open and spread her lapels so her cleavage was in evidence. The waistband of the blouse was elastic and wrapped around her waist just below her breasts. A tie held the blouse closed at the hem and left a wide band of flesh exposed at her midriff. She smiled inwardly as she turned the finished product in the mirror. Yes, Kevin is dressing me this way for a reason, she thought. He will fuck me, I know, and he will like me then. On the way to Kevin's, Dave had few words to say. He kept glancing at her, looking at her legs, which were open slightly. "You look real good Tawny. Kevin will like it. One word of advice." Tawny looked to David and smiled. "Thank you Master Dave. And what is the advice Sir?" "Think of nothing but him. Love him; throw yourself at him. If he gets an inkling that your mind is on anything else but him, he may go…well, just concentrate on him." "Yes master, I will. Thank you again master, for allowing me this opportunity to learn." Dave laughed. "Yea, you got the idea baby, thank me for letting you learn from him." The car stopped abruptly and Dave tapped her thigh with his hand. "OK, This is it Baby, right through that gate. I'll see you in a few days." "Sir, just one other thing…" Dave looked at her. "About, well, the Company……." Dave put his fingers to her lips. "He knows his limits, but do you? My advice…do what he says and remember, you ain't gonna get to your sexual nirvana by living inside your little safety envelope. Let it all out baby and let him take you to someplace you've wanted to go." Tawny swallowed and stepped from the car. Dave pulled off immediately, leaving her on the sidewalk, a few people walking by, gazing, men smiling at what looked like a hooker out of place on an early Saturday morning. Tawny thought about Dave's remark. Kevin will want to stretch Company rules, she thought. I'll do it, she said to herself, I swear I'll do it, go with him and pleasure him. She stepped across the walkway and opened the iron gate in the high wall that separated Kevin's home from the outside world. The same wall that separated Tawny's present life from the future. A future she did not quite understand, but that she was going to explore, at any cost. She just wondered if she had enough emotional cash to pay for it. ……………………………………………………… Tawny stepped up to the door. It was a large house with a brown stone exterior and small windows. The door was large, dark wood, and had a large knocker on the center. Tawny hesitated, she considered knocking, but remembered that his note said to simply enter. She took the handle and turned it. The door was unlocked. She pushed the door open and stepped in, closed the door behind her. It shut with a loud metallic clink, like the closing of a gate. It was cool inside and her heels made loud clicks on the smooth stone floor. She was in a large entry room with a high ceiling. A gothic-looking chandelier hung from above, giving off a dim light in the darkened area. There were doors on all sides, but the one to the left was open. She followed her directions and walked down the corridor to the left. Her heels made a frighteningly loud clank on the floor, as if to announce her presence. The hallway was long, lit by small windows above her eye level on the left side. The right wall was adorned with artwork depicting various scenes of historical events, with nudity as the only common element. Rapes, violent acts, ancient warriors conquering, Tawny was not a student of art, but nonetheless, recognized a few. The last painting made her pause. It was of a semi human creature, a devilish-looking thing, standing over a woman, sprawled out, her clothing was torn away and the creature sported a huge erection, an animal-like penis that he doubtless, intended to assault her with. The image frightened her, yet at the same time, made her pussy tremble with erotic stirrings. The creature reminded her of Kevin; a monster, but one with an incredible capacity to please a woman's sexuality. Tawny entered the room at the end of the hall. It was a large room with a stone floor. At one end was a large bed, no bed covers, only a tight fitted cover of black cloth. The sides and ends were fitted with rings and loops of metal. Over the bed was a pulley device and a chain fitted with a metal ring. There was a similar devise hanging in the middle of the room. At the other end was a fireplace and a low table, only inches over the floor and covered with an animal fur. Two tables with cabinets were on the other walls, the tables had a variety of implements lying on them, clamps, whips, straps and so forth. This was his sex playroom, she assumed. It was dim inside, the only light coming from windows high, near the vaulted ceiling. Two of the walls were completely mirrored, giving the room an enormous appearance. Tawny stood just inside the room and examined the area. The semi-dungeon appearance made her heart pump at an elevated pace. She began to doubt the wisdom of coming and silently wished she could turn around and leave, but no, she had committed herself and the only way to go now was forward. Her thoughts were interrupted. A voice sounded, strong and loud, behind her and her heart leapt. "Very nice, right on time and looking quite exquisite!" Tawny shivered and looked down, she wondered, should she kneel, turn? She wondered why she had not thought out her actions before. She froze, still, and waited. Kevin approached her, examining her exquisite form and stood behind her, close to her, placed his hands on her arms and felt her tremble. She was afraid, and that made him smile inwardly. He moved his body against her from behind; she was nearly his own height in her heels. He placed his lips in the nape of her neck and softly kissed her, sucked her warm flesh briefly and felt her shiver. He lifted his face, looked at the mirror to his left and examined her profile. She was like a dream come true, he thought, and now he would make her his. His hands moved along her arms and then to her waist, feeling her soft, warm curves, her tight stomach, the indentation of her navel and then up, up to her curved fleshy breasts and then over the thin material of her blouse to feel the hard tips of her nipples. Tawny shivered, expecting him to strike her or grasp her harshly at any moment, but his touch was soft and her heart raced. His hands came to her breasts, but the only pain came from her own body as her nipples hardened until they ached. He frightened her, but turned her on. She could feel her body reacting, her nipples swelling, her pussy sweating, all the things he body did when it sensed a fucking coming. She felt her lips quiver and gasped as though there was little air in the room. His face came to her cheek and his tongue reached out touching her ear. "Do you want to fuck me Tawny?" Tawny shuddered, her breath was short, she felt like a virgin, the suggestion so different from her expectations. Yes, she did, she was so horny and so ready. Her pussy pulsed within her, whetting the instrument that was teasing her, buried within her vagina. She shook her head, nervously and stuttered her reply. Serving David Ch. 5 "Yes, Master, Yes Master Kevin, I want to very much." Kevin smiled. Despite his thoughts and his plans, it felt good to hear this beautiful slave beg for his cock. He tweaked her nipples lightly and then lowered one of his hands and slid a small knob on a controller that he had clipped to his belt. He felt her shudder and then heard the soft moan of a girl in ecstasy. Tawny felt the motion between her thighs, the vibration reached deep into her pussy and her clit throbbed against the moving object hugging her bud. Waves of pleasurable feelings invaded her body, urged on by the sudden electronic stimulus applied to her pink slit. She wanted to turn grasp the man behind her and thrust her pussy onto his cock, but she kept her presence of mind and simply verbalized her appreciation in the form of a soft moan. She concentrated her thoughts on the image she held of her Master. Kevin's face, his cock, pointing at her face, she imagined it slipping into her pussy, fucking her, his body on hers, touching her and taking her. Then the motion stopped. "I will take you bitch, oh you can count on that. I will plant my seed in your cunt over and over, but I want something else from you first. I want your loyalty, your devotion and most of all, your obedience Tawny. Will you give that to me?" Tawny shivered and bit her lip. She fought her desire to look at him, to see his face. Then the feeling returned, bathing her pussy in a pool of soft vibrations. Yes, she thought, she would do anything for him, she wanted to feel him inside her now. "Yes Master, I will, obey you, serve you." Kevin grinned and sucked softly on the nape of her neck as he lowered the control to the softest setting, a barely discernible vibration. "I want to use you bitch. I want to whip you, paint your flesh with my desire, use your flesh for my pleasure, will you accept that, will you let me do whatever I want?" Tawny knew she should not agree, but she didn't want to obey herself. She wanted to be owned, by a strong Master, to be used and guided. She wanted to obey someone else; to give herself up to another and Kevin was strong. And her pussy felt so nice. "Yes Master, use me. Please, take me, I will do anything you want." Kevin felt his cock throb. It was so easy, so perfect. This one was so fucking fine and she'd cry for him and do what he wanted and then he could have her for himself, to fuck and to own and to dominate. This one was better than the others. Janet, the one that seemed so promising, but was such a liar. Rita, the obedient slut, but she was so skinny, so ugly, such an emotionless fuck. All the others, so imperfect, but this one, Tawny, she would be the one, he thought, the one he could really dominate and use. She would put out for him, take his anger and his joy and give more back to him, as his submissive. Kevin turned the switch off and placed his hands on her again, kneading her arms. He turned her so she faced the mirror and pushed her ahead, several steps until she was under the chain and next to the storage locker. "Look at me now bitch. Look at the eyes of your Master and obey him." Tawny lifted her glance and saw his eyes through the mirror. They were dark and firm, the way she remembered him. She thought of the beast in the painting, the evil one with the animal-like cock. She shivered, feeling afraid but her pussy turned inside, telling her she wanted him. "Take off the blouse for me Tawny." Tawny heard his voice; her eyes locked onto his and her fingers came to her chest, unlatching the two buttons that held her breasts from his sight. She pulled her hem band, loosing her blouse, and it fell open. She saw his eyes focus on her nipples, her shining studs in the rings that pierced her hard, pointed nipples. She rotated her shoulders and the blouse slipped from her body and hung in her left hand. She dropped it to the floor. She watched him as he brought his hands around her again, looked over her shoulder and watched her nipples as his hands lightly touched the swollen tips. "These need to be captured. They need to feel my power. Clamp them for me Tawny. Use the ones on the table here." Tawny looked where is hand swept over the table to her front right. There were two gold devices; figurines of a half-man, half-beast. The figurine's hands reached over his head, pressed together, palms in. His hands had long, pointed fingers and the hands formed a small oval where they touched. The legs were open, scissors-like and his penis was curved upward like a small trigger. Tawny picked one up and pressed the legs together. The hands separated under spring tension. Kevin smiled, spoke: "Press his penis down and you can increase the tension." Tawny tried it. Pushing the penis down produced a click and the tension was increased. She tried it on her finger and it was snug. "It goes up to ten. How many will you do for me Tawny?" Kevin gently stroked the undersides of her breasts as he watched her nipples. Tawny breathed heavily. Ten, she figured, from the tension increase of one click, would probably pinch her nipples off. Five maybe, no, he'll want me to try harder, she thought. Maybe six. "Six Master?" "I want seven Tawny." Tawny shivered. Kevin felt it. His cock throbbed. Tawny fiddled with the figurine, with nervous fingers. She stared at his eyes in the mirror between glances at the object in her hands. She clicked in the penis trigger; counted five, tried the tension, then six. Tawny swallowed. It was getting hard to squeeze together. She applied the seventh click and looked to her nipple. She placed the figurine's hands to her swollen bud. She pressed the feet together, hard, and surrounded her flesh with the figure's hands. "Put him up through your rings Tawny. I want to use the rings after he has hold of you." Tawny pulled the figure down and then up through her ring and again placed the hands to her nipple. She pulled the stiff flesh out slightly with her fingers and then released the legs slowly. Tawny felt a tear fill her eye as the metal hands dug snugly into her nipple flesh. It pressed tightly and began to sting sharply. She shivered as she released her hand and let the figurine hang from her nipple, biting a deep pain into her feminine bud. Tawny sniffled and breathed deeply, waiting for the sting to fade into a dull ache, which she knew would happen from experience. In the meantime, however, Kevin was getting immense pleasure from watching his property obey him so nicely. "Does it hurt you my sweet bitch? Do you want to go on?' Tawny sniffled again and picked up the second figurine. Kevin reached over her head and tugged down on the ring attached to the chain. He looked at her fumbling with the figurine as he lifted a length of thin twine and began to wrap it snugly around the base of Tawny's ponytail. Tawny placed her fingers on the figurine's cock and clicked out seven increments and moved it to her other nipple. The first was still stinging sharply and her eyes were blurred from tears. She felt her nipple, pulled it out and let the hands of the second figurine bite into her supple nipple. Like the first, the second filled her breast with discomfort and she sniffled as she stood helplessly with the figurines grasping her nipples firmly. Kevin watched her tears drip down her cheeks, but knew she would become accustomed to the discomfort shortly. He completed the wrapping of her ponytail and attached a ring into the twine that held her hair tightly and then pulled the chain tight, so her hair was pulled upward and her hair fastened her her in place. Then he flicked the slide at his belt and kissed her back, between the shoulders. Tawny moaned again when the vibrating spread through her pussy. Her mind had been attached to the pain in her beasts, but the soothing throb in her pussy deflected the pain and bathed her on erotic waves of pleasure. She felt the slight pull at the top of her head and realized only her hair held her in place. She had to maintain her balance on her tall heels, or she would be literally hung by the roots of her hair. Her hands and arms were free to move and she could freely turn her body around in any direction. "You are pleasing me Tawny, I like to be pleased by a bitch. Now, lets see how much you want to pleasure me." Kevin ran his hand over her buttocks, feeling the curvature through her skirt. "Will you take off your skirt? I want to touch your flesh Tawny. May I touch your flesh?" Tawny shuddered and turned side to side, keeping her balance to prevent her hanging herself by her hair. The vibrating butterfly filled her senses with pleasure while her breasts continued to pulse with throbbing pain. Her mind fought with the urge to take the figurines off her nipples, but now her mind was distracted with another simple decision. "Yes Master. My flesh is for you to use." Tawny tugged at her waistband and the short wrap fell away. She pulled her hands away; up over her head and let him run his fingers over the smooth expanses of flesh that her thong panties revealed and he tugged lightly on her baubles, hanging from her labia. Tawny felt the cool air wash over her nakedness and his hands feel and explore her flesh. She turned her body, side to side, placing another part of her anatomy under his fingers from time to time. She evaded his direct eye contact, but watched his eyes through the mirror. The pleasurable vibrations on her clit submerged the pain in her nipples to a dull ache and she began to find joy in turning her body and feeling him touch her. Kevin was pleased. She behaved just the way he wanted, no coaching required, as though she had performed for him many times in the past and in that way she was like his dream, one that had come true. When he placed his fingers on her ass, her hands moved away, to her breast, or over her head. If he moved his hand to her breast, her hands moved back again, always making her body completely available for his touch. After a while, Kevin stopped her, placing his hand over her pussy just as he switched the butterfly off again. "Remove your clamps now Tawny. I want to be able to touch your breasts without interference." Tawny reached up to her breasts and slowly removed the figurines from her nipples. As she squeezed their legs to remove them there was a sudden, but brief, stinging sensation. Tawny felt strangely disappointed. She had enjoyed the feeling of captivity and control that Kevin had given her in this position. Kevin whispered in her ear as he set the butterfly back on with a low setting. Tawny smiled and rolled her hips as the vibrations sank into her body and coaxed her sexual desire again. Kevin lifted a short, round rubber rod up and touched her cheek with it. Tawny stopped her motions. "Now, I want to whip you baby. And you're such a good little bitch, I'll let you decide where. So lets play now. I'll do the whipping and you can turn your pretty body and show me where you want to feel it Tawny. I do hope you please me too" Tawny swallowed, felt the hard rubber rod on her cheek, and imagined how sharp and deep the sting would be from such an implement. She breathed deeply and smiled. This was it then, time to show how much she wanted him. She turned her breast toward him and pulled her arms back and the butterfly leapt to life, increasing the intensity of pleasure on her clit. Then the rod connected to her firm breast and the pain seeped into her flesh. Tawny shuddered and panted. The climax was strong and deep. She hadn't expected that , although she felt very horny. The pain from the rod seemed to have pushed her over the edge and she shuddered and moaned through a soft, gently orgasm. She turned her back to him and pushed her ass outward so her flesh could feel Kevin's affectionate touch. Time seemed to stand still and Kevin painted her flesh with a heavy coat of stinging heat. ……………………………………………………… Tawny clutched at her breasts with her hands, covering them. She shook and tears ran down her cheeks. She backed away from Kevin and begged him to stop now. Her body was covered with red stripes from the multiple lashes he had meted out to her flesh. Tawny had fallen into an incredible series of orgasms when it had started, but now she shivered to even imagine the rubber rod slapping across her flesh again. There was no large, fleshy part of her body that wasn't red and sore. Her ass was sore and throbbing, her breasts were on fire and her stomach was tight with fear as her flesh signaled an alarm of stinging, hot flesh. Kevin looked at her and she kept her eyes averted, downward, afraid to look up and shaking with fear from another lashing. It was strange. She had mixed feelings at first, but she soon began to enjoy it; the sting of his whip, the orgasms that followed, the immersion in his control, the obedience as he commanded her to turn this way or that when she failed to offer him a target. But now she hurt everywhere and the butterfly was off and she was afraid that the next lashing would make her faint. Kevin had expected this, but it had always come much sooner. Tawny was fabulous and she was turning him on like his wildest fantasies. He knew she was near her limits, but he suspected she could go one more step, take one more command and obey him. She was his now, he controlled her and she would obey. He could look at her now and she would submit to him. Kevin was ready to fuck her now. He slipped his leathers down so his cock could be free of its restricted space. It was so hard that it ached him. He reached to the table next to him and took a daub of desensitizing cream and spread it over the head of his cock. His fingers worked the cream in, dulling the sensitivity on his cockhead and making him much more capable of an extended fucking. Then he placed his whip under her chin and lifted. "Look at me Tawny." Tawny blinked the tears from her eyes and looked up, meeting his eyes intentionally for the first time since that time she knelt before him in the ring at Dave's house. Something felt different. Kevin was no longer someone who might fuck her. He was the one who could fuck her, if he desired her, and her purpose was to be there for him if he wanted her. She wanted to obey him. "I want to whip you Tawny; and then fuck you." Tawny gazed into his eyes. Of course he does, she thought, she belonged to him. He loved her, she could tell, he gave her happiness through her obedience to him, she thought. It all seemed so clear. Tawny felt like she was looking on the scene from without. She imagined how she looked, standing before him, and she lowered her hands from her breasts and reached over her head, stretching her body out before him, open to his touch. Her nipples pointed outward toward his gaze and she breathed deeply. "Then whip me more Master, I am yours." Tawny could not remember the contact of his whip. She remembered only the orgasm that followed and then the next one and the next one. Deep, full orgasms as his cock sank deep into her body and he fucked her, over and over, on the large, flat bed near the end of the room. ……………………………………………………… She awoke lying on her stomach. His hands massaged the soft flesh of her buttocks, easily sliding over the surface on a layer of cool lotion. Her flesh was still sore and her breasts felt hot against the soft fabric under her. She was tempted to look back over her shoulder, look at him, but she thought better of the impulse. Maybe he gave his permission for that one time, yesterday, or this morning, or whenever it was, and she should receive his permission to look upon his face again. Her mouth was dry and she felt hungry. He sensed her consciousness and proceeded with his training. "Welcome back Tawny. Come, kneel before me here." Tawny lifted her body and looked down over her breasts. They were still crisscrossed with red lines, but there were no deep red marks or welts. As she turned herself over and pulled her legs under herself to a kneeling stance, she wondered how it could have hurt that much and still not scar her skin. She was still dressed as when she had arrived, the panties, the bra, the garter belt and stockings, the heels, but the butterfly was gone and the chains as well. Her breasts were missing their rings and were bare, except for the red fram created by her open-face bra. Tawny knelt and cast her eyes downward and Kevin stood before her, on the floor, at the foot of the bed. His hand stroked down her cheek and pulled lightly at her head. "Come close to the edge Tawny." She moved as he commanded and his body came into her view. His cock, limp, but thick, hung between his thighs just inches from her gaze. "You have been a good, obedient slave Tawny. I think you have made some improvement. I enjoyed taking you. Did you enjoy it too?" Tawny wasn't sure how to reply. She really remembered very little, other than having a series of deep orgasms. The actual act, was just a haze, one she confused in her mind with his whipping and the butterfly sensations. Frankly, if he told her he had not taken her, she wouldn't know. But the questions was: did she enjoy it? "Master, I did enjoy, the time I have served you." Kevin grinned, knowing she could not see his expression. "You liked it didn't you bitch? Like I knew you would; remember what I told you?" "Yes Master Kevin, you said I would enjoy you, serving you." "Being whipped, you mean isn't that right?" Tawny felt detached from the situation again, as though she were discussing an inanimate object, not herself. But he was right, the whipping was erotic and her orgasms were strong and she felt fulfilled. "Yes master, that is right, I did enjoy it, the whipping you gave to me." "Very good then, you shall have many more then. Have you ever had your cunt whipped bitch?" His words made her shiver. She tensed; her pussy turned within her and she felt something wet at her crack. She glanced downward, between her legs. She was open and dripping, probably his cum still draining from her slit. He can't whip her pussy like that can he, she thought? She breathed deeply, felt anxiety, but the question was simply a yes or no. She had had some form of whipping there, back on the island, when she became a slave, but it wasn't severe. "Yes Master, I have." Kevin was caught by surprise. She had? Maybe this one was more experienced than he was aware. "Tell me about it." Tawny paused; thought back. "Master Kevin, it was at the; ....well, on an island, where I was trained. Mistress Kira whipped me between my legs, with a flogger, several times." Kevin smiled. Play whipping, he thought. "Ah, several times. Did it hurt?" "Not much Master Kevin." "Did you cum? Have an orgasm from it?" "No Master Kevin, I didn't." "Would you like to cum for me if I whip your cunt?" "Yes Master Kevin, if that is what you want." "I just want to whip your cunt bitch, its up to you if you cum over it." Tawny shivered and felt frightened. He was no different than before. He just wanted to hurt her and didn't care about whether she liked it or not, but she had liked his whipping earlier. What did he want from her, she thought. "Suck me now, I want to cum in your mouth." He pulled her head to his crotch and Tawny proceeded to suck his manhood. She worked her lips along his length, sucking and licking for several minutes before his shaft began to swell and harden. As she sucked, he spoke to her. "Your problem, Tawny, is you keep associating your orgasm with pleasuring me. You may or may not have an orgasm while pleasing me. What should be on your mind is whether or not I have an orgasm, like now. I'll cum in your mouth, I doubt you'll cum as a result of the act, but you like it still the same, don't you?" Tawny was enjoying his cock in her mouth, very much. She shook her head in acknowledgement as her tongue worked over his crown and she sucked lightly on his stiffening shaft. Serving David Ch. 5 "Swallow me now bitch, take it in your throat for a while." He pressed his hips against her face and felt her swallow, taking his cock head deep into her throat. Dave was certainly right; she was an excellent cocksucker. Despite his outward appearance, Kevin knew a bitch could give more if she was pleasured. The trick was getting her to cum from just serving his needs. Soon he would have her cumming when she sucks him, he thought. "I'm going to whip your pretty cunt bitch and it will make me horny as hell, I'll tell you that. You'll see, and I'll just have to cum all over your body when I do it. Will that make you happy bitch, having me cum all over your body when I whip your fucking cunt?" Tawny sucked on his cock and began to feel more and more aroused. She thought of his cum spurting into her mouth and then onto her flesh and it made her hot. She found herself aroused, thinking about his whip on her pussy, hurting her until he spurted his cum onto her. She wanted him to do that to her; use her, give himself an orgasm. Kevin pulled his cock from her throat and pumped his hips gently, holding her head as he fucked her mouth with slow, short strokes. He watched her lips on his cock and sensed her arousal. She was becoming more excited, he thought. Was it the sucking, or the thought of him cumming on her after he whipped her cunt? It really didn't matter, both were good, but he hoped it was the whipping, because if it was, she was making very good progress and he'd have more time than he thought to enjoy his new slave the way he liked her. He gently squeezed her face and pushed her back, letting his stiff shaft slip from her mouth and bounce up before her eyes. He caught her chin in his hand and pulled her face up toward his, staring into her eyes. Tawny looked away, avoiding his stare. "No, no, look at me now Tawny." Tawny looked into his face. His stare seemed to capture her; she focused all her attention on his words. She felt so dominated and controlled that the thought of doing anything other than what he said seemed ridiculous and impossible. Kevin stared into her eyes, could see he had her under his control now. He could let her stare at him and all he would see in her eyes would be her submission to him. "There is a special place over there that is setup just for what you want Tawny. Go prepare yourself and I'll get a whip for you, one just right for your cunt." Tawny felt a wave of enthusiasm that seemed to blanket her anxiety. He was letting her get herself ready for him. She looked to where he motioned and walked to the equipment. He spoke to her from the other end of the room where he was selecting implements to use on her. He would take one, swing it and put it back, then take another and slap his open hand to test it. "You need to take off the garter belt and your panties and roll your stockings down below your knees. Make sure your pussy stays open love, wet and ready, you understand?" Tawny glanced to him, pausing to watch him test his whips and answered. "Yes Master Kevin." Tawny released her stockings and slipped her belt off while she looked over the equipment. It was a bench, something like weight lifting equipment, with a long back on short legs and a short piece than jutted upward at a 45 degree angle where her buttocks would rest. At each side was a short trough and straps and there were straps over the end of the bench as well. Tawny thought and then lay down on the bench, placing her back along the long side near the floor. She rested her ass against the upward slanting ledge and placed her feet into the troughs to each side. Her legs were thus spread at a wide angle and open. Her back was flat and her hips curved upward so her pussy lay open and exposed facing upward. She reached over her head with her hands and found that they contacted the straps over her head nicely. Kevin came to her as she was fidgeting on her back finding a comfortable position. Kevin laid his selected whips down and smiled. "You are to keep your eyes on my cock throughout the exercise bitch." Kevin stooped next to her and pulled a wide strap over her belly, slipped it through a retainer and pulled it tight. It pressed into her small stomach, holding her tightly against the bench where it slanted upward. He moved to her wrists and fastened them flat against the pad located above her head. The position stretched her flat and gave her no ability to move or even squirm. Next, he stood and fastened her ankles firmly to the two troughs so she was tightly stretched and unable to move her legs at all. The restricted position made her nervous and Tawny began to breathe heavily as she watched his semi-hard penis wave between his legs as he moved to and fro, tightening straps and checking her position. He squatted between her legs and ran his hand down the inside of each of her thighs and smiled. Tawny resisted looking into his eyes, even though he was staring directly into hers, watching and waiting for her to slip. It was perfect, Kevin thought. Her legs, untouched up to now, lay spread below him. They were so long and smooth and soft and her pussy, pink and wet, and her outer layer lay open and wanting, like the ready bitch she was. She placed herself in this position for him and now he would get to hear her cry and beg and he would be able to whip her pretty cunt until he couldn't hold himself back anymore and spurt his seed all over the bitch's body. It was such a dreamlike turn-on for him and she was going to actually enjoy it and thank him for it. He loved the power and the control and this bitch was the very best one he had ever had for this. He picked up his first tool, a two foot strap, one inch wide and made of hard leather. He tapped it against her thighs; smiled, then he started, slapping the insides of her thighs with quick, sharp strokes to heat her up and test her sensitivity. Tawny tried to squirm away as he ran the leather along her inner thighs. She couldn't move an inch and he was frightening her. Just the touch of the cold leather seemed to hurt and then the first series of strokes came with a loud slap and deep searing stings and later, hot flesh. He expertly worked the strap over her thighs, no two lashes striking the same spot. He alternated from one thigh to another, sometimes alternating one at a time, other times taking several on one and then switching. She could not predict where the next would fall and each one struck closer to the junction of her thighs, where her soft, pink gash lay open and exposed to him. She tried to be brave, hold her emotions, but after the first series ended within an inch of her pussy, he began again, working from the knees and back in again, over the hot, sore flesh that he had previously treated. Tawny gasped and yelped out. Tears filled her eyes and she became frightened, pulling and squirming against the binding straps. Kevin's cock remained semi-stiff and wagged like a tail as his body swung the strap. The pain began to multiply and Tawny began to wonder why she would have ever asked for this. She gasped and sniffled as the tears began to flow, but to no avail. Kevin continued to slap one thigh and then the other in unpredictable groups of lashes. There was no escape and he seemed oblivious to her condition. "Master Kevin, please, it hurts!" Kevin heard her voice, like music. He could see her strain and wiggle, trying to evade his perfectly aimed strokes up and down her virgin thighs. He looked at her face, streaked with tears. It made him so fucking horny. He felt his cock swell and throb as he watched her squirm. She was his, completely his and he could do whatever he wanted with her, he thought. The whipping stopped as suddenly as it started. Her thighs felt like they were on fire and her clit throbbed. Tawny tried to relax, wanted her clit to shrink, not grow, where his whip could find it so easily, but the mere thought made it throb and pulse even more. How will she stand it if he hits her there? She stared at his cock. It was stiff and throbbing now and she could see a gleaming drop of precum at the tip. Maybe he would cum on her now she thought. Then the voice came as his hand touched her wet pink pedals and her throbbing clit. The touch nearly put her over the edge. The soreness and the heat surrounded her patch of pink erotica that was yet to be touched with his whip. Her clit throbbed and radiated sensitivity and anticipation and now he touched her there, making her flinch and shiver. "Tell me Tawny, do you want it? Do you want me to whip you here now? All you have to do is say no, and I'll stop." Tawny shuddered, on the edge of an orgasm, while his finger slipped over her glossy nub of pink desire. Oh God, yes, she wanted to feel his cock explode on her. She had come this far, all she had to do is say yes and she would feel his whip on her pussy and he would cum all over her body. "Yes Master, oh yes, yes, yes, use me, cum on me Master Kevin. I want to do it for you. Whip my cunt please Master Kevin." Tawny heard her own words and wondered who had said it. Again, she seemed detached. She wanted to make him cum, but she didn't feel like it was her body that was being whipped. It was someone else, someone she knew, but that was able to make her master cum now, so she wanted to give her to him. She felt dizzy, confused, and so very horny. Kevin grinned; knew he had met with success. Perfect, he thought. All she can think about is seeing my cum splash on her body. She was immersed in an endorphin driven high. She was so hot she had no control over herself and now he would be able to whip her pretty cunt and cum on the bitch. He lifted his favorite tool, a long handled whip with hundreds of thin leather strands at the end. He whisked it and it whistled through the air. He laid it on her left thigh and watched as she struggled. He lifted it and slapped it across her thigh, just below the row of red marks on her used thighs and just an inch from her wet cunt. The strands bit into her flesh and stung her deeply. Tawny cringed and bit her teeth hard. Another lash fell just to the other side of her wet slit and Tawny cringed. On his next swing, he reached a few inches more and let the strands fall hard over her slit to redden the soft, shaved area over her pussy; her venus mons. Tawny could not stand the suspense any more. "Master please, whip it, whip my cunt please." Kevin heard her, ecstatic that she would beg it from him without prompting. So he granted her request. The strands fell down and across her pink gash, slapping with a loud and wet sound and Tawny shook. She cringed and then gasped. Another stroke followed the first and then a third. Tawny fell into a vortex of pain and pleasure as her pussy twisted deep within her, forcing wet pools of cum out to fill her slot while the pain and sting of Kevin's whip tormented her senses. The sight was more than Kevin could handle and his cock began to spew his seed out in a long stream down over Tawny's body. He dropped his whip and clutched to her knees and jerked his hips as stream after stream of his cum spewed out onto her writhing flesh, falling on her chest, her belly, her face and her neck. Tawny was barely aware of the event as her own body convulsed in a simultaneous episode of sexual pleasure. Tawny felt the last stream of Kevin's cum fall on her breast and smiled, pleased and comfortable as his submissive. The remainder of the weekend became an endless series of challenges for Tawny. Kevin released all his compressed emotions on his newly conquered bitch. There was nothing he could do to her that produced anything less than complete satisfaction for him. But Tawny met each challenge and found immense pleasure in meeting Kevin's demands. He tied her to the bed and fucked her. He strapped her to the saddle, on his wooden frame, bound her and whipped her ass until his cum spurted out again and again. She sucked him, he took her in her ass and in her cunt over and over and each event was completely satisfying for him. He fucked her reddened breasts after she offered them to his strap. For Kevin, she was a dream come true; a dream he could keep in his memory and use as a standard for his sexual ideal. After this, there would be other girls, but all would be measured as to their nearness to the perfection that Tawny provided. By Monday afternoon, Kevin found himself fucking his toy more and whipping it less as his perception of control grew. It was not empathy for her that turned him away from the tools to which he had grown accustomed, but her seeming willingness to please him in every way and her unbounded sexual energy that she was able to continually release on him. To an outside observer, she just plain fucked him to exhaustion, but Kevin would never admit to such a conclusion. When Dave called him to reclaim his property, Kevin offered no challenge to the proposition. Serving David Ch. 6 Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period. This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8. * * * * * Part 6: Mistress Lynne Dave stood in the kitchen making a couple sandwiches for himself and Tawny. She had been sleeping for almost 12 hours now, but he was hoping she would awaken soon. He became concerned when he had her undo her blouse in the car and saw how red and abused her breasts were. They were streaked with red patches and welts. They looked sore, so he imagined they felt worse. When he got her home and looked over her body in the bathroom he got more concerned. Her whole body was red and striped with welts. If a Company investigator happened by he might find himself in big trouble. In the four months he had owned her, only one representative had come by, the pretty blonde woman who caught them in the grocery store of all places. Tawny had praised him to her and that seemed to end that, but that was two months ago, so another visit might pop up at any time. Tawny had had a smile on her face all the way home. That didn't really surprise him. Kevin had carefully explained the facts of the more severe side of BDSM to him and apparently he was right. Dave just never quite understood that side of the BDSM world. Another concern was her mood, which seemed lackadaisical. Her mood, along with her red-striped skin made him wonder about permanent damages, physical or mental, to his, or rather, to the Company's property and he doubted the Company would be happy about it. As soon as he got her home, he had her bathe, put on some lotion and go to sleep, hoping her mood was due to lack of sleep. Evidently, she needed the rest. When Tawny woke up, he would treat her to a nice lunch and a little desert from his cock, to see if she acted any differently. After that he'd decide if she was ready to meet Lynne; a friend of his who had a special interest in her talents. A friend who also had a plentiful supply of cash that Dave felt he could use more than a pleasure slave for the time being. Dave had known Lynne for years. He had first taken an interest in her because she was a very attractive woman and just a few years younger than he was, but she seemed to have no interest in him, at least not on a sexual plain. He later found out that was because she was a raging lesbian, did not care to keep it a secret and had no sexual interest in men whatsoever. She was the owner of the ZanziBar and she also ran a small side business as the Madame of a small, but very safe and fine collection of girls, which Dave had tapped into from time to time in the past. The club and the side business had made her filthy rich and that was the particular aspect of her that Dave was most interested in at the moment. It seems that word of Tawny, and her talent for pleasing had come to Lynne in the intervening time since his "party" and she had approached him to see if he was interested in sharing her. Something that Dave was receptive to, but for a price, of course. Tonight he planned to introduce Tawny to Lynne for an "interview", but her physical condition had him doubting if the time was right. * * * * * Lynne gave some final instructions to her stage manager before leaving for home, earlier than usual. She had a special engagement to get ready for and she wanted to have plenty of time to get ready. She still felt like she could attract the attention of a young, pretty girl, but she was getting older and she liked to take a little more time to prepare herself. Satisfied that the ZanziBar was in good hands for the evening, she walked out to her Porsche and headed for home. When she arrived, she went about her routine for getting ready for a special occasion, which included a lengthy process of bathing, exercise, shaving, applying makeup, fixing her hair and dressing. She was meticulous and attentive to detail. She had always had a penchant for perfection, neatness and orderliness, which was evident in her appearance, her clothing, her home furnishings and her lifestyle. She had felt insulted by Dave when he had told her that she had to have an "examination" before she was allowed to handle his slave, but if this Tawny was as excellent as she had heard, she wanted her, and so she had conceded to a visit to the medical clinic the week before. She met all the requirements, of course, but she still felt stung by the Dave's insistence, having accepted his explanation that it was out of his hands to decide if she had to do it or not. Lynne was medium height, at 5'6" and had dark hair that she had to color now, since she had started seeing streaks of gray at about the time she turned the corner on the big four zero two years earlier. She worked out daily, rain or shine, so she still had a youthful look. She was proud of the fact that she had frequently been referred to as an older version of a popular British fashion model, a reputation she attributed to her distinctive British accent as much as her physical appearance. Lynne had always used her money, most of which she had inherited, to buy those things that she treasured: her home, her business and a regular supply of non-male partners to fuel her deep hunger for sexual satisfaction. She also spared no expense to keep her body attractive. She had a personal fitness trainer for her physical well-being, a beautician for her hair and skin, and plastic surgeons to keep the aging process in check and to give her some natural attributes which she was not born with. In the past, she had had her labia, her lips, nose, face, her bottom, her breasts nipples, her navel and even her tongue "enhanced". All in all, she was quite happy with herself except that she still felt empty sexually. She needed a "sex vacation" and Dave's Tawny might be just what she was after. How timely, she thought to herself as she stood in front of the mirror and examined her body with a critical eye. Even though she had money and power, she still wanted a girl to want her, not just to obey her, and looking good was the way she felt that she had to attract a girl. Dave promised her that his slave was a real beauty, so she took him for his word, but Dave had also said that Tawny was a sexual machine and would do anything to please her. That though really had Lynne excited. Lynne smiled in the mirror. She was hoping that Tawny would be attracted to her sexually; bisexual women were sometimes hard to read, she thought, as she examined herself. She had dark hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders and reached to her mid-back. Her cheekbones were high and her nose straight with a slight upturn at the end. Thick lashes and dark wing-shaped brows surrounded her deep green eyes. She had a beautiful set of bright white teeth, made more perfect by her dentist and soft, pink lips framed them. Her upper lip was puffed; another touch from her plastic surgeon, and as she leaned in close, she could barley discern faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out and raised it up to touch her nose. That was the best thing that her doctor had done, she thought, snipped her tongue so she could push a good four inches out. Lynne smiled to herself, remembering how she had actually blushed when she told her doctor that she wanted the procedure. For a girl with a normal tongue there could be no reason for it at all except to enhance her ability to please another woman. Her body was a, firm, shapely form of milk-white flesh. Her breasts were not overly large at 35 inches, so the scalpel had been applied to merely enhance the shape and firmness. The result was an attractive pair of firm and conically shaped breasts with large, dark areola that were tipped with thick, long nipples that stretched to display an obvious visual cue to her sexual interest. Lynne had always loved to have her breast caressed and sucked by a gentle mouth and she had that service performed so often that her breasts swelled and produced a small amount of lactic fluid when they were physically stimulated. Her waist drew in to a firm and respectable 26 inches. She had small, 34-inch hips and her derriere was smooth and tight from constant exercise and shaping. Hidden between the halves of her bottom was a well-exercised anus that had developed a fondness for touching. Her vulva was tight, yet experienced and her labia had been reduced medically, so that smooth, taught folds of pink flesh concealed her slit, yet only slightly. The vee between her legs was totally concealed by a thick matte of soft, black curly hair; yet her labia were completely clean of any trace of hair, giving her bush a distinct part down the middle where the entrance to her sex was clearly discernable. A large, pink clitoris that was packed with the nerve center of her sexual yearning dominated the top of her feminine slot. Her legs were long for her height and were void of scars or marks and were shapely and feminine, yet firm and well muscled. A glance at the clock shook Lynne out of her self-loving dream world and back to her preparations. She sat at her dressing table naked, as was her usual state in her home, and applied light green eye shadow, dark eyeliner and deep red lipstick and nail polish before donning her leatherwear and boots. She would dominate this slave tonight and she intended to dress the part. If she liked her she would arrange to have her in her home for a while. That thought made her feel happy and refreshed. * * * * * Dave stood in front of her and groaned as he rotated his hips. While they had eaten their sandwiches, Dave learned some of what Tawny had experienced while with Kevin. It amazed him how she so matter-of-factly described what must have been a painful escapade, but she seemed completely mesmerized by the recollection. Other than that changed mental attitude toward Kevin, she seemed completely unaffected by the experience and she was back to her old self, smiling, joking and acting like a lovesick schoolgirl as she stared into his face while she ate. Her talent at giving head was certainly not altered either as was so clearly evidenced by her gorging herself on his cock. She felt as good, or better than ever. He reached down and lightly held her head as he felt his balls move within his sack and imagined his reservoirs filling with the cum that he would shortly eject into her sucking mouth. Dave began to breathe deeply and his legs stiffened. He looked down, over her back and touched her there, still amazed that all the red had faded away and only a few faint pink welts remained on her ass to give evidence of her experiences with Kevin. Tawny felt him tense up and she pulled her face back, keeping just the tip of his cock in her lips. The flow began, hot and gushing as always, filling her mouth instantly. She swallowed and grasped the shaft with her hand, opening her lips and looking up at her master as his second and third rope of white jism spurted across the short gap between his cock head and her mouth; splashing onto the roof of her mouth and her tongue. She swallowed again and kissed his mushroom cap after licking the last dribbles of his cum from his urethral opening, then she sat back on her heels, spread her thighs wide and smiled, looking up at Dave as he wiped his brow and leaned back on the back of the sofa. "I'm glad you're back with me baby. You still know how to use that mouth like a good little cum whore." Tawny grinned, still amused by the way Dave tried to insult her with his dirty language. "How do you feel about servicing a woman Tawny? I know you're bi and all, but I've never seen you do it. I have a lady friend that wants to try you and it's important that she is satisfied. I know you'll make me proud again." Tawny felt her heart leap. It had been so long since she had been with a woman. Not since her Company indoctrination, in fact, and even longer since she had really felt controlled or loved, like she had with her mistress Darla and sister Ricki. All that seemed so long ago, but it had been just five months, actually. "I would love to pleasure a woman Master David. I mean, well, if she is, like compatible. And if not, you can still depend on me to put forward my best foot Sir." The continued use of honorifics was new. Before, Dave had allowed just "Dave" and an occasional reference to "Master", but now Tawny was all "Sir" and "Master" with him. It didn't seem necessary, but since he planned to have Tawny serve more out of the house than in, it might be a good habit to retain. "I think you'll like her. I've known her for a while and she is quite attractive. Nice body, very sexy and very, very lesbian. She'll go crazy over you doll, but I hope you're up for lots of eatin' pussy. She's more the sex type and less the disciplinarian, if you know what I mean." Tawny felt happy to hear the description Dave had given. A woman's touch would be a pleasant interlude from the constant male domination she had experienced over the past months. "I can certainly handle oral sex with a woman Sir and I promise that I will try to please her well, for you." Dave smiled and sent her off to ready herself. She would be attired as a slave and behave accordingly. Dave would take pleasure in watching their initial contact and then leave Lynne to decide if she wanted to take Tawny back to her home for as long as she liked. The thought of watching the two women having sex gave him a hard on and the prospect of taking Lynne's money made him smile. Tawny knelt in the foyer dressed in her finest slave attire. She wore black heels with locking straps on her ankles; just three-inch heels this time, as Dave did not want her to tower over the shorter Mistress Lynne. She had a silver chain mail collar with a ring of delicate silver chain running down over her chest and back, some leading through her plain, silver nipple loops, others attached to a chain waist belt that fit snugly around her tiny waist. From her waist chain, other chains ran through her labial ring, through her feminine split and up between her cheeks to attach to the belt in the back. Her clit ring supported five chains of various lengths that dangled between her thighs. Each wrist had a narrow bad of leather with two attachment loops. Her ankles were ringed with a chain on each. She was devoid of any makeup or lipstick and her hair hung disheveled about her shoulders. Her skin shimmered in the light with a light coat of fragrant oil and her sex points were cleaned thoroughly and smelled sweet and ready. Tawny would answer the door when Mistress Lynne arrived and Dave told her it was up to her to introduce herself and make the Mistress feel welcome. Lynne stopped her Porsche in Dave's driveway and set the brake. She opened the door and rotated her shapely legs out the door. She wore high-top black leather boots that zippered up to just below her knee, with six-inch heels. Her hands and wrists were encased in black soft leather fingerless gloves and she held a stylish riding crop with a tangle of leather tails at one end and a tubular leather handle at the other, which doubled as a "personal" vibrator. Her legs were covered with dark, smoke colored garter less stockings and her vulva lay bare under her short, tight leather skirt, which she did not intend to leave on long after entering Dave's house. Her upper body was covered with a loose blouse that covered an elaborate, black body harness, which framed her breasts sexily, but did not in any way conceal her nipples from either view or touch. Her intention was to have sex with this slave and she had no reason to dress in anything that evaded that goal. Her lips were covered in bright red lipstick and she paused to light a cigarette before knocking at the door. Tawny paused a moment before opening the door. When she did, she couldn't help but feel her heart race at what she saw. Mistress Lynne was beautiful and so rich looking, so classy. She stood in the doorway, looked her over quickly and took a long drag off her cigarette before flipping it to the ground, crushing it out and stepping into the foyer. She stepped back and looked downward, keeping her feet apart and trying to put on the best show of submission she could. As always, she mentally chastised herself for not thinking through her actions in advance. Should she kneel? What should she say? Tawny blurted out the first thing that came to her mind, feeling silly about the use of the slave – mistress sounding language right after she said it. "Greetings to you Mistress. Welcome to David's house." Lynne was a bit taken aback. She had not expected to be greeted by a young, almost naked girl. It must be Tawny, she thought, but maybe not. She paused, feeling a little silly at first and feeling angry with Dave for putting her in such an awkward situation. Was this even the right house, or day? After the brief moment of confusion she realized that the girl was not looking at her and was probably more confused than she was. And she was a doll! Lynne ran her eyes over the beautiful figure before her. Her stance was wide and chains waggled slowly between her thighs, hanging from a ring attached through her clit. Her labia were parted slightly, revealing a glossy, wet slit and her little pink clit, peeking so enticingly from between her nether lips. Lynne quickly recovered from her confusion and brought her crop up, touching the handle to the lovely creature's chin and urging her to look at her. The girl's soft brown eyes and her bright smile reminded her of a fawn, and her body was magnificent. Her soft brow complexion, deliciously round and firm breasts, and her pussy, clean shaven and open, like a fresh flower, were perfect evidence that this slave would be all she had been promised.. "I certainly hope that you are Tawny, yes?" Tawny flushed. Mistress Lynne had the most exotic green eyes. Tawny instantly realized how rude she was by not introducing herself. She tried to recover quickly. "I am so sorry Mistress Lynne. Yes, I am Tawny and I am here to serve you in any way you wish. I mean, well, I want to please you, if I can in any way." Tawny swallowed and looked into Lynne's eyes as the Mistress was clearly exploring her body with her eyes. She lowered her crop. "You need not look away Tawny. I prefer you look at me when I speak to you so I can better read your thoughts. Where is Dave? Tell me what he has planned." "Mistress, I am to greet you and please you. Master David is in the common room, up these steps, and he told me that if you prefer to have me there, he would like to watch, but that I should make you feel at home anywhere and any way, like if you want privacy maybe." Lynne smiled, happy that Dave was so immediately open with his property. So, he would like to watch, she thought. That brought a smile to her face. OK, she thought, she would entertain David a little tonight. Lynne looked at Tawny and handed her the crop. "Hold this a moment honey. I'd like to leave my street clothes here. Do you think that would be OK?" Lynne began to unbutton her blouse. Serving David Ch. 7 Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period. This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8. Part 7: The Teacher Tawny entered the door of the ZanziBar and looked around the room hesitantly. It was almost noon and the club didn't open until three in the afternoon. It was a large room, with a low ceiling, so it looked deeper than it was. The lights were dim except for the stage area, which was lit by bright stage lights. There was music blaring out so loud that normal conversation would be difficult. The room seemed empty, except for a girl that was marching up and down the runway under the bright stage lights. She was completely nude and Tawny guessed she was practicing. Tawny took a couple hesitant steps closer to the stage and saw another person seated at a table right at the center of the runway area. As Tawny got closer she saw she was a young woman with beautiful red hair. She was paging through a pad of paper and had a pen in her hand. She looked up now and then at the girl who was performing all sorts of acrobatics on the stage. Tawny stepped cautiously closer to the woman that formed the one-person audience. Tawny was dressed simply, a white cotton blouse tied off at the midriff, a tight pair of cutoff denim jeans, heels, the same four inch style she wore for Lynne the other night, but they were attached in a normal fashion, not locked to her ankles. Her hair hung raggedly over her shoulders. Under her clothing, she wore nothing but her body jewelry, two platinum rings through her pierced nipples and a matching pair through her clitoral hood and the clit itself. Her tight shorts massaged her clit ring as she walked, giving her a warm, sexy feeling that was all but appropriate as she searched for her sponsor for the coming week, Mistress Lynne. The light tapping of her heels on the wooden floor near the stage must have alerted the red headed woman, because she turned and saw her when she was still several feet away. Tawny smiled when she looked her way. She was a very attractive looking woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties. Her red hair was short, just to her neck and styled in a business fashion. Her skin was white and there was a speckling of freckles on her arms and at her cleavage, which was very much in evidence since her sleeveless white blouse had a very low neckline. As she swiveled in her chair, Tawny could see her long legs, covered in dark stockings, as they extended from her tight, mid-thigh length skirt. Her legs were thin and shapely and her ample breasts bulged upward against the tight, ribbed knit material of her blouse. She maintained a neutral look as Tawny approached. "Excuse me, my name is Tawny and I am supposed to meet Lynne here." Tawny paused and offered her hand, hesitantly. The woman glanced back at the stage quickly and screamed above the music. "Sherry, hon, cut it, she's here!" The woman stood up. She was of medium height, an inch or two shorter than Tawny. She smiled pleasantly at Tawny and the girl on stage, Sherry, broke off her exhausting routine and skipped quickly to the end of the stage. She hopped off the platform and suddenly the volume on the music faded to a soft background beat. "And I am Judy, I am the stage choreographer for the Zabzibar and a friend of Lynne, or shall I say. Mistress Lynne? Isn't that how you have come to know her?" She seemed to ignore Tawny's proffered hand, so Tawny withdrew it, making her feel a bit awkward. The girl came up behind Judy and stood slightly to the rear and next to her. She was breathing heavily and her naked body was glistening with sweat. She snatched a hand towel off the back of a chair and wiped her face and smiled. She was pretty and young; thin and shapely with small but firm breasts. She looked in excellent shape. She had to be if she did that sort of dancing regularly, Tawny thought. Her body was streaked with white lines that marked the outline of a very brief bikini on a darkly tanned body. She had light blonde hair and deep blue eyes, a perfect Nordic type and her height supported that observation. Tawny guessed six feet, since she was about her own height with the heels on. The remark about the Mistress title made Tawny feel uncomfortable. She concluded that this woman already knew that she was a submissive then, and Mistress Lynne had evidently already discussed her status with her. Tawny was cautious with her reply, not wanting to be disrespectful, but also not wanting to sound too much like a slave. After all, this was a business establishment in the real world and Tawny had no way of knowing how much this woman was into the scene. "Yes, I have called her Mistress," retorted Tawny, looking at her suspiciously. Judy grinned devilishly and glanced at Sherry. She took a step toward Tawny and put her finger under her chin. "I know all about you honey. What a delicious little fucktoy you can be and what a pleaser. I'm a very close friend of Lynne's, so you can call me Mistress Judy." Tawny wasn't really certain what to do. This was a stranger and she wasn't really supposed to have contact with strangers; at least not in her role as a slave. She wished Mistress Lynne would come in to verify her status. In the meantime, though, she thought she should honor her up to certain limits. "Yes, Mistress Judy. Do you know where Mistress Lynne is?" The Mistress seemed to ignore her question and placed her hands on her hips. She paused, looked at Sherry. Sherry smiled and tried to break the icy atmosphere while she blotted sweat off her brow. "I'm Sherry Tawny. Glad to meet you, and I'm just Sherry, by the way. I work for Lynne." She leaned over to her and gave her a small hug, kissing her cheek. Tawny smiled at Sherry and replied, "Well, OK Sherry, I'm happy to meet you too." She looked back to Judy and paused, feeling awkward and confused about her position and role in the triangular relationship between herself, Mistress Lynne and her friends. Judy took action, however, to make Tawny choose a path to follow. She urged Sherry to be friendlier, more intimate. "Oh come now Sherry, Tawny's here to get closely acquainted with all of you. You can kiss her like you mean it." Sherry blushed slightly. Tawny felt a little shiver of excitement generated by the anticipation of being touched by this naked girl and the submissive way she was being treated by Mistress Judy. Sherry stepped a little closer to Tawny, put her hands on her bare waist and tilted her head. She fixed her lips over Tawny's and kissed her long and warmly, inserting her tongue deep into her oral cavity. Tawny felt moved by the contact and returned her warmth with a gentle motion of her tongue over Sherry's. Judy watched, apparently pleased by the warmth of their contact. As they parted, Sherry sighed while she looked deep into Tawny's eyes. Judy made her approval clear. "There now, that's much better. Tawny, Mistress Lynne expects you to take the lead in expressing a sexual interest in her girls. Do you like Sherry? Do you think she's pretty? Maybe you'd like to touch her yourself, I mean really get close." Tawny looked over Sherry once again, briefly. There was no doubt that she found her attractive and very pretty. Tawny quickly concluded that reliance on telling the absolute truth about her feelings, following her instincts, would provide the proper behavior for both herself and her dominant controllers; in this case, Mistress Judy. She replied with complete honesty. "Yes Mistress, she is beautiful, very sexy, warm and open." Tawny felt an urge to kiss her again, touch her, and feel her. That's what Judy wanted her to do, she thought; take what she wanted from her. The feeling was strange to her; it seemed like too much freedom. It was too dominant, but she was only doing what a dominant wanted her to do; which was a submissive behavior. The cyclic nature of the reasoning confused her. Judy, who seemed to understand her dilemma perfectly, dispelled her confusion with the skill of an experienced Domme. She came up close to Tawny and placed her lips to her ear as she looked past her cheek at Sherry. "Mistress Lynne wants you here to teach her girls how to be a good girl like you. So don't hold back on us honey. Follow your instincts dear." Tawny's heart began to turn over faster. She was still staring at Sherry and Sherry was looking into her eyes too. Tawny glanced down, looked over her pretty body; the soft, pink nipples that topped her small, firm breasts were obviously swollen and hard. Tawny moved forward, closing the space between herself and Sherry's body. She guided her hands down to her hips, moved them down to embrace her soft, round cheeks and shivered as her lips met hers again and their tongues intertwined making wet, passionate sounds. Judy smiled and watched the girls enjoy each other's body. Sherry fumbled at Tawny's waistband and shoved her fingertips down into the back of her shorts, and Tawny pressed her chest against the tight pink tips of Sherry's nipples. After a minute, Tawny lifted her hands and unbuttoned the closure on her jeans and Sherry pushed them down her long, tanned legs. Tawny stepped out of her shorts and then pulled the waistband of her blouse open. She tugged the shirt apart and the buttons gave way in a short series of tugs. She let the material glide down her arms and then embraced Sherry, their full nude bodies coming together and merging like one mass of feminine sexual energy. Judy leaned back against the stage and lit a cigarette as she watched the girls flail their tongues into each other's mouths. She took a deep drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly as she watched Tawny's hand come round Sherry's thigh and tuck nicely up between the girl's legs to cover her pink slot. Judy knew that Sherry was a perfect first encounter for Tawny. She loved women and had been acting excited ever since she had been told that she would get to be part of Tawny's welcoming committee. Lynne had been trying to condition Sherry as a regular submissive partner, but she complained that Sherry was just too shy, inexperienced, and lacked self esteem, but she was the horniest girl that Lynne employed. Tawny was supposed to show her how to overcome those feelings of inadequacy and it looked to Judy that she was just the right kind of girl to do the job. Sherry leaned back onto the table and Tawny's fingers slipped easily into the girl's wet slit, making a soft gushing noise as her fingers probed into her pussy and rubbed over her excited clit. Tawny smiled to herself. It felt so strange now, taking the lead with a girl who had hair on her pussy. Sherry's soft blonde patch felt so much like a dominant to her, but she was clearly a submissive. Sherry broke her mouth contact and settled back onto the table. She lifted her feet off the floor and wrapped them around Tawny's hips and reached up over her head with her hands, grasping the table edge above her head. She squirmed under Tawny's body and grinned up at her face as she spoke. "Oh, Tawny. You feel so good, please, don't stop. I'm so fucking hot, suck me please?" Tawny was enjoying herself. She was giving Sherry a lot of pleasure and Sherry was reacting with such enthusiasm. She forgot where she was and what she was there for and concentrated on playing with this pretty girl's body. She leaned over and nibbled on her nipples while she rolled her fingers together and shoved all four into her pussy with a rapid fucking motion. She made sure she grazed her thumb up over her clit with each inward stroke. In moments Sherry became a moaning pile of flesh, wriggling and shaking under Tawny's body. Judy watched intensely, finding herself breathing quickly and thinking about how she would like to handle this dervish when she had her to herself, alone, upstairs in Lynne's apartment. This slave had intrigued her ever since Lynne had told her about her and she put up no fuss at all when Lynne told her she had to have a medical exam before handling her, and handle her she would, in just a little while now. Tawny sank to her knees between Sherry's legs and Sherry closed her legs around her shoulders, pulling her face in between her thighs. Tawny pressed her mouth to her pussy, tickled her clit with a flip of her tongue and then pulled her tongue down, parting her labia until her tongue had a clear passage into her slot. Tawny moved her face, burying her lips against her wet lips and probed as deeply as she could into Sherry's vagina. Sherry arched and wiggled as she moaned out her approval. Tawny placed her hands on Sherry's stomach and slowly massaged her skin, from her tummy up to her breasts, pausing to tweak her nipples before dragging her hands back down her body. She continued to work her tongue in and out of her slit, licking and swallowing her excess wetness. From time to time, she would wiggle her head, tickling her nose against Sherry's clit and shivered with joy as she heard her moan and wiggle under her pleasure-giving oral massage. It was just a short time before she felt Sherry tremble and flex her muscles. Tawny slithered her tongue rapidly in and out of her pussy and then sucked firmly on her clit, nibbling it and rubbing her tongue over the nub. She felt the flow on her chin and pulled her face downward again to catch what she could in the way if the girl's sexually driven discharge. Sherry shook and wiggled, sometimes giggling, sometimes gnashing her teeth and moaning as Tawny sucked at her pussy. It was just the way she loved to be sucked and her orgasm came quickly, bursting forth with a deep series of strong muscle spasms emanating from deep in her pussy. She could feel Tawny sucking and taking her wetness into her mouth and it made her feel wonderfully loved and adored. She breathed heavy sighs as her climax faded and smiled at the face that peered at her from between her thighs as Tawny lifted her head from Sherry's pussy. Sherry reached up to caress her face and drew her up over her, taking a long wet kiss and tasting her sex on Tawny's lips. "Oh Tawny, thank you, that was so wonderful. I want to do you next." Judy intervened on the pair of newfound lovers. "Not just yet Sherry, we have to take our new teacher up to Lynne's place. She is waiting for her. There is going to be plenty of time to play there. Besides, you're on this afternoon, so go get ready. I'll take Tawny in." Judy paused and nodded to the stage. "And by the way, your dance routine was just fine." Tawny stepped back as Sherry got up, groggily. She smiled, kissed Tawny once more and walked quickly toward the main stage area. Tawny looked to Judy for direction, wondering why she had referred to her as a teacher. Judy snuffed out her cigarette, stepped in front of Tawny and took a hold of her right nipple ring, gently moving it and watching Tawny's nipple swell and harden. She looked up to her face and kissed her gently. Tawny had forgotten any pretense of keeping her distance form Lynne's friends. She correctly assumed that anyone she encountered at the Zanzibar met the requirements for her intimacy. "You are a really exceptional young lady Tawny. Lynne evidently has not underestimated you. Come with me, bring along your clothes, no need to put them on. We can go directly into Lynne's place from here. Lynne is expecting you, and you and I will get to become better acquainted in a little bit." Tawny gathered her blouse and shorts and followed Judy into a door off the stage and down a hallway. Another door led up a flight of steps and they emerged in a large room with a high ceiling and a fireplace. It was nicely furnished with Victorian furniture, rich leather, with a deep pile carpet. Judy turned to her and motioned her along through a dining area and into another large room outfitted with two sofas, three chairs, lots of throw pillows and decorated in a more contemporary style. There was another hallway lined with doors and in the middle they walked into a double doorway and into a large sitting area dominated by a bed. Lynne was sitting in one of the chairs looking over some papers at a large desk. She smiled and stood up as the two women entered. She spoke in her smooth English accent. "Oh, Tawny love, so nice to see you." She paused, observing her naked body and let out a shallow laugh, looking at Judy. "I see you didn't make it into the house with your clothes on. Did you have a sampling already Judy honey?" Judy let out a short giggle. Tawny stood motionless, still confused by the whole situation. She thought that she was coming to serve Misters Lynne for a week, but Judy and Sherry were both a surprise. Judy explained. "Not that I have not been tempted, she's lovely Lynne. No, she walked into the showroom while I was rehearsing Sherry. Sherry felt like she wanted to kiss her hello and I found out that Tawny wanted to get right into her." Lynne laughed again. "That's no surprise. Tawny, did you enjoy her?" Tawny brushed her hair back with the back of her hand, feeling slightly embarrassed, since Judy made it sound like it was her initiative that had brought on the encounter with Sherry. "Yes Mistress, she was lovely and sensuous, and had a very sexy body." Tawny licked her lips, feeling like an open book, spilling out every emotion that passed through her mind to her Mistress. "Well, Tawny, I think that is wonderful. Now, you need to know that all my girls and Mistress Judy have all be cleared by David, and of course, his……people, for our activities this week. So relax and enjoy yourself." Lynne stepped close to her and lifted her chin and kissed her. She took Tawny's hand and pulled it down to her smooth shaved pussy and pressed her fingers in to her pink opening. "Cum for me, will you love?" Tawny looked to her side, set her clothing on a chair and proceeded to masturbate herself while she watched Mistress Lynne. Lynne turned her attention to Judy a moment. "We'll use the Green room tonight Judy. I'll bring her along in a little while so you can see what I was talking about. I'll send the other girls up as they finish on stage tonight." Judy lit another cigarette and watched as Tawny pushed her fingers into her smooth-shaven pussy and began to breathe more irregularly. She glanced back at Lynne a moment. "OK Lynne. God, I'm going to love this one. She's is like a bitch in heat, isn't she?" She turned toward Tawny, stepped close and breathed in her ear. "See you soon, you pretty little bitch." Lynne grinned as Judy stepped toward the door. Tawny shivered, her pussy was now flowing, fast approaching a soft orgasm. She was looking forward to sampling the attention of the Mistress with the red hair and the large breasts. Lynne gave Judy a parting remark. "You don't know how right you are when you called her a bitch in heat Judy." Judy left and Lynne came close to Tawny and watched her as she rolled her fingers over her clit, beckoning her pussy to spill a flow of her orgasmic wetness. Lynne began to remove her blouse and slipped her shorts down over her hips. She stood in just her silky panties and stockings. Her feet were in mid calf boots with tall heels that brought her to Tawny's height. She came behind Tawny, caressed her hips and pulled her ass back against her hips. Serving David Ch. 8 Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period. This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8. * * * * * Part 8: Parting Company Dave held Tawny's breasts gently between in his hands while he shoved his cock up through her cleavage over and over. His dark crown bounced up over her chin at the end of each stroke and he grimaced from the ejaculatory impulses that came from the friction of his cock in her warm tit-flesh. Tawny felt him shiver and his thighs get stiff and tense. She smiled and stretched her arms out over her head, waiting for his cum to flow out onto her chin, lips and face. She only had a few days left with Dave. The six months seemed like just days now, but on the other hand, everything seemed different. She still enjoyed fucking Dave, she still got a warm, special feeling when his cum filled her pussy, or her rectum, or, like now, splashed onto her skin; but it seemed somewhat routine now. To get really excited, like she used to when a man emptied his balls onto her or into her, she needed something more. Something a bit more physical. She needed that little extra feeling she got from an endorphin high; either from a little fear or mystery, or from some physical stimulation Tawny's thoughts were interrupted as Dave's warm jism poured out and splattered onto her chin and down her cheek. He pushed his cock forward and splashed another string up over her face. Then he pulled his cock back so his final spurt dribbled between her breasts and pooled and dripped down over her neck and collarbone. Tawny smiled and wiped the cum over her face the way she knew that Dave liked to see her: his cum smeared all over her face and neck and her sucking his cum off her fingers and licking her lips as though it was water and she was dying of thirst. Dave pulled away from her and she wondered if he was through with her. It was late morning and he usually would be off to his workshop by now. Tawny watched him as he wiped his latent cum off his cock and wondered if he also found their daily fucking routine now. You wouldn't know it, she thought, but then, she didn't think she was acting bored either. "Baby, I have to go out of town again for a few days. In fact, I wont be back when your time is up, so this will be our goodbye." Tawny looked at him with her jaw open and realized her expression revealed her surprise. What to say? she thought. She closed her mouth and gathered her composure while she wiped her saliva-wetted fingers on a towel. "Just like that? Wh, what will I be doing until?" She paused, doing some fast thinking about the time remaining. "Until I'm leaving to." Tawny halted again, realizing she had no idea where she was supposed to go. She wasn't expecting this for days. Dave smiled and sat down as he finished wiping himself. "Come to me Tawny, here at my feet." Dave motioned to the spot between his open legs, on the floor. Tawny crawled the short distance to him and knelt between his thighs, looking up at him. "To tell you the truth, I don't really want to be here when you are finished. You see, I found myself attached to you in a special way some time ago and I have been around long enough to know that chasing after dreams will not do me any good. You have been a dream come true, but only that; a dream. What you have done for me in the real world is allow me to get into something I have always wanted, but that I can really have, and that is being a racecar owner. This slave ownership stuff has been just a dream." Tawny listened and realized that her early suspicions were a fact. Dave had been romantically interested in her, and she was likewise feeling the same way about him. But it was all just a dream. If only we had more than one life to live, she thought to herself. "Dave, thank you, for everything. You are so sweet and you have been a true friend to me. I understand what you mean, I mean, about the dream and all. At least I can hope that I was a pleasant dream for you." Dave leaned over and kissed her cheek and rose up. "Yes, you were a pleasant dream sweetie. Now, I'm going to go get packed and on the road. You'll stay here but you have an old friend coming to see you tonight. Name is Brad; know him?" Tawny felt a chill run through her loins at the mention of Brad. Brad conjured up memories of her previous life, before slavery. "Brad, yes, of course. Have you met him? Is he coming because of the Company?" "Yes and no; Brad is coming to lead you to your next, let us call it, encounter. But he is coming a couple days early, at my invitation. And yes, we have met, but just briefly. Long enough to convince me that you would be comfortable seeing him early, unofficially." Tawny wondered about their meeting, but did not pursue the matter. Having Brad back seemed like a trip back in time. She wondered how he would feel about her now. Like Dave, she suspected he was romantically attached to her now, unlike when she had first been his sex partner over a year ago. But like Dave, she wondered if he was going to pursue his emotions or just place her in a category of fantasy dreams. Tawny didn't want the entanglements that accompanied love, or the treacherous behavior that seemed to always accompany any rejection she made of a suitor. One reason Tawny had pursued the slavery lifestyle was to escape the entanglements of love and simply have sex for the sake of physical pleasure. "It will be pleasant to see Master Brad again Sir, thank you." * * * * * Dave's goodbye had been sweet and brief; the way Tawny preferred it. Dave was now a memory, but his influence lingered on in her mind. Tawny sat in the common room, eating a light dinner. She wondered what Brad would want from her when he came to use her for the few days that remained of her service obligation to Dave. Would he still have romantic thoughts, or would he treat her like he had in the beginning, with coarseness and brutality? Whatever the case, she was not too happy with either scenario, so she would be happy to put the days behind her. She took her dirty plate to the kitchen and realized that Brad's arrival would be at any time now. Tawny dried herself off after a quick bath and took the dryer to her hair. Her body was clean, free of hair, smooth, and lightly oiled and scented. Her holes were douched and lubricated; ready for Brad's use, if he preferred, and she certainly expected he would prefer. She walked back into the common room, still fitting her rings through her nipples and clutching the light, black dress she would don as she waited for Brad's arrival. She brushed her long brown hair out, fluffed it and slipped the dress over her head. It fit her snugly, following the smooth curve of her waist and hips and clutching snugly to the curvature of her breasts. Her nipples pressed against the thin, black fabric, forming provocative little bumps. As though on a cue, the doorbell rang, just as Tawny was thinking, I am ready now. Tawny stepped down to the foyer, took the door handle in her hand and paused. This is it, she thought, the door to my past, and my future. She was a slave now and Brad a Dominant, and it would be he that leads her to her next Master, or Mistress. She pulled the door open and Brad stood, looking at her with a blank stare. She wondered, what were his thoughts? Brad felt his cock tighten as the door opened. He had long since washed any thoughts about having Tawny for himself from his mind. In the ensuing months since he last saw her, he found other women to satisfy his masochistic urges and had decided, like Tawny, that romance had no room in his life; at least not now. Tawny was a fabulous fuck, this was still true, but she did that for anyone, not just him, and he had decided that trying to be the best fucker was going to get him no closer to her heart than anything else. He had put her out of his dreams for a long-term relationship, but not out of the reality of her being a class-act fucktoy. Besides, he had concluded, other than being an incredible slut, she was no different from any other woman. Tawny was no less beautiful in the flesh than she was in his dreams. Her light brown hair hung slightly disheveled and she wore that sultry, come-fuck-me-hard, look accentuated by her slightly parted lips and her penetrating eyes. The dress clutched at her curvy body and her magnificent nipples were right there, as always, begging him to feel them and pinch them until her pussy flooded with her fuck-juice. Her long, shapely legs extended out from the short hem of her dress and were mounted in tall, black heels. He stepped close to her and smiled. "Nice to see you baby. Did you miss me?" Tawny returned his smile and followed her mentally rehearsed posture of treating him like a very special Master. She would be open, suggestive and available for him. "Yes Master Brad, of course. I have been looking forward to serving you in any way you desire." Brad took her jaw and guided his mouth over hers, kissing her with lips and tongue. "I don't just bet, I KNOW you say that to all the men you meet." Tawny sensed he was being sexually aggressive again and guessed right away he would use her firmly and thoroughly. She returned his kiss with her own tongue motions. Despite his familiar touch, he still caused her heart to race and her body to shiver slightly. Brad would always be a turn-on for her sexuality. His hands coursed over her body through her dress, feeling for any panty lines. There were none, as he expected. He backed his face from hers and spoke. "Oh, yes, you will serve me baby. I've always loved to fuck you. Now, take me up to a nice place where you can show me a nice time, and get me a beer, or something cold to drink. I'm parched." Tawny smiled and led him up the short stairs to the common room. He is cold, she thought, the love stuff is gone. He is like he was when they first met, but now, she wasn't fucking him by choice. He would decide what she did now. Tawny mused over that thought; over the way times had changed. She thought back to their last encounter on the Company island. He was different then too, but she had thought that it was because time was so short. Tawny knew Brad could be cruel and his demeanor worried her. Tawny came back from the kitchen with a cold beer and a glass. Brad had sat down in a chair. He took the beer, touched her hand and glanced at her body. Tawny saw his glance and lifted her hem. "Am I overdressed Sir?" "Oh, not for the moment you little slut. You'll get your chance to show off your fuck skills soon, but right now, just sit down and talk to me about a few things." Tawny was perplexed by his behavior. Now she was going to get some sort of lecture. She hated lectures. Maybe that was why he was going to torture her with one, she thought. He seemed different and that meant mysterious and unpredictable. And he never referred to her as a slut before. Now, when she is doing what he had always wanted, being a slave and obedient submissive, he decides to cut her down for doing it! She felt humiliated and angry. It was just the sort of thing that happens when a sex partner becomes emotionally involved, she thought. If it were a year ago, she'd be out the door. But it wasn't a year ago, she was a slave to him, so she swallowed her emotions and obeyed him and sat down in the chair in front of him. She crossed her legs, letting her hem ride up so her thighs were exposed to his view. Brad could easily see, from the look on her face, that he was cutting deep, hurting her. But that was what he wanted. After all, if he couldn't have her, than why not hurt the bitch. She was just a slave now, and she had to obey him. She looked real good, sitting there, and her smooth, long legs sticking out. He thought about her beautiful pussy and how good it looked, cleanly shaved and open all the time. He decided to cut the small talk and get right to the fun. "Oh hell, on second thought, lets just put you to work. Take your dress off for me slut." Tawny held her mouth shut, feeling anger well up inside as she watched him sitting there, coy and in control, sipping his beer. She didn't even want to show him her body, but she got up and slipped her shoulder straps down her arms and wiggled the dress down off her body. Her breasts floated free as she bent to slip the single piece sheath of cloth down off her hips. She laid the dress on a nearby chair, brushed her hair back off her face and stood naked before him. Brad wiggled his finger, beckoning her to him. Tawny stepped closer and his finger reached out to flick her clit ring. Tawny felt a ripple of pleasure wind through her pussy and she could feel her labia spread and moisten, like a gentle flower opening on a cool summer morning. Brad played at her lips a moment, and then sniffed his fingers. "You're ripe, Tawny, ripe like a bitch in heat. Just like you've always been. I still remember that time on the beach when you were offered a chance to suck my cock and you refused. Well, times have changed. You'll do anything I want now, won't you?" Tawny swallowed and closed her eyes as she tried to will her scent back into her pussy, an impossible task, but one she wished for at the moment. Brad stood up abruptly and patted her ass. "Well, won't you?" "Yes Master Brad, I will, do whatever you want." Tawny felt humiliated, trapped and angry. Brad was going to rub it in, bring back all the memories. It was different with new men, new Masters. They only knew her as a slave, but Brad harbored anger within him and wanted some sort of revenge, to prove his dominance. Brad ran his hand over the curve of her derriere and leaned in close to her ear. He spoke quietly, but with authority. "Suck it." Tawny closed her eyes slowly and tried to clear her head. It was a cock, that's all, she said to herself as she lowered herself onto her knees and began to work his pants open. She didn't look up at first, but his hand slapped her cheek sharply. "Don't pull any shit on me baby. Look up here at me, like you always do. I want eye contact while you suck it." Tawny grimaced and looked up at his face and shook her fingers along his shaft, getting the blood flowing and feeling it stiffen. His eyes glared down at her and she opened her mouth and took his length into her warm, wet mouth and began to suck him, like she had done a thousand times before to many, many male members. That was it then, she thought. He was simply going to use her like a fucktoy and belay any pretense of friendship or past relationships. She would have to suck him and fuck for him, just because he told her to. He stopped her just short of his orgasm and pushed her onto her back on the floor. He straddled her chest and planting his hard cock between her breasts, so Tawny lifted her hands to her breasts and pressed them together for him. He shifted his hips, fucking her tits as he looked down at her with a slight smile. "Yes Tawny, you are one very sexy slut. You have gotten very good, fuckin' all these guys, and girls, so I understand, over the past six months. Now I'm gonna fuck you in every opening you have. And that's not all I have on my mind." He shoved his hips forward and back until her tits brought on his climax and her shot his load of cum out onto her face. Tawny opened her mouth and the rest of his load sprayed into her mouth and she swallowed him. That was only the beginning. Brad helped himself to her body through the night and into the next day and on again into the night without rest. Only exhaustion seems to have persuaded him to take a rest and Brad fell into a deep sleep next to her on the bed in the entertainment room. Tawny was weary and tired herself, so she slept next to him. Tawny awoke early the following morning only to find the bed empty. She shook her head and thought back. She was sure she had not dreamt that Brad had been fucking her the day before, but somehow, the turn of events; the end of her service to Dave, the arrival of Brad, like a ghost out of the past and the mixing of the past, present and future all made her confuse reality with fantasy. Her quandary was broken when the door opened and Brad stepped into the room. "Ah, good, you're awake. Saves me the trouble of waking you up. Now come along and get your little slut body up to the kitchen and get us something to eat. I have one more little surprise for you as a sort of going away present." Tawny cringed at the thought of another "surprise" from Brad. He was definitely taking some frustrations out on her. She scurried past him and went to the kitchen and made sandwiches for them. Brad pretty much left her alone, seeming content to watch her as she moved her naked body through the kitchen, preparing the small meal for them. Brad leaned back in the kitchen bench seat drinking a beer and watching his "slave". His thoughts kept drifting back to what "could have been" according to his dreams. He wished he could just be her permanent Master, her owner and have her to himself, forever. But he had concluded that that was just a dream. It couldn't really be, because such a relationship would require her love and he was convinced that this slut wasn't capable of such an emotion. If she were, than surely she would pine for him, but there was nothing there; only her unending sexual appetite. At least, he thought, there wasn't another man. He was confident that, of all her male partners, he was the best and she would always fuck for him, any time he could get her under his control. But, since she was committed to this slave thing for a few years, the least he could do was make her life a little more interesting. He had contacted a guy named Kevin, that Dave had told him about, and Kevin had hooked him up with a small groups of men she had been fucking while serving Dave. He wanted just the men; that dike, Lynne, could take care of her own needs, he thought. A good old fashioned gang bang is what would be most appropriate for Tawny's going away party, so he would host one this afternoon and evening and Tawny would provide the female entertainment. Dave led Tawny back into the common room where they sat and ate. Brad was silent, until near the end of the meal, and then he told Tawny of his plans. "So, I thought that a little reunion with all your buddies from here would be a good way to end your service here. You know, Kevin, Jerry, Pete, Bobby, all those guys. You'll fuck them, one at a time, in an endless loop that will end tomorrow afternoon. A regular 24-hour marathon. How does that sound to you slut?" Tawny felt a wave of anxiety. Her pussy was already aching from the constant pounding that Brad had been giving her since the moment he arrived. Now she'd have to fuck all Dave's friends again and Brad would probably sit and watch her, gloating over his dominance. Tawny looked at him and swallowed. "If that is what you wish, Sir, than I will certainly do all I can to pleasure them." There was really nothing else she could think of saying. Serving David Ch. 9 Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period. This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8. * * * * * Part 9: Transitions Tawny laughed at Ricki's little joke and leaned back in her chair on the lanai. Tawny was still nude. Ricki had not allowed her to wear a stitch of clothing since she arrived the morning before. Since then Ricki had been making love with her sister until just an hour before when she finally decided they both needed to break for something more substantial to eat than pussy. "I got a call into Mistress Darla while you were showering, honey. She will, in fact, be here tomorrow. She said she can't wait to see you, and, well, more than just see you, I think." Ricki paused looking Tawny over. "I'm telling you girl, I did miss you. I'm so glad I was here, alone, when your plane got here. I've got you all to myself until Mistress arrives." Tawny smiled, almost blushing, because Ricki did seem so happy to see her and make love with her again. The feeling was mutual. "But honey, tell me what you started telling me about Brad. I mean, you seem to be saying that he's out of your picture now?" "Well, he is, I think. I mean, he'll no doubt get access to me as long as I am a slave for the Company, but he was just different when he had me for the couple of days before I left Master David's." "What do you mean, different?" Ricki put up her hand to cut off Tawny's reply. "No, wait, this will take a few minutes and I don't want to waste a minute with you. Come back into the playroom and lets fuck while we talk." "God, Ricki! Are you insatiable?" Ricki gave Tawny a stern look. "With you I am. Now, do I sense that you are tired of me?" Tawny frowned. "No, not at all Ricki, its just that, well, its just that nothing, really. This is serious talk, about Brad, and how this slavery thing seems to be warping my mind." "Well, its not warping your body, come with me now and quit complaining. You can talk while we fuck. I'll just take it slow and nice, but I haven't even gotten close to having enough of you yet." "Yet?" Complained Tawny, "I doubt you ever will." Ricki looked back and smiled as she grasped Tawny's hand. "That's right, I never will, now bring your pretty pussy along and let's fuck some more." Tawny made final adjustments to the straps for her dildo. It was a fat long one, 8 inches, with a lifelike appearance of a circumcised penis. Ricki lay on a large, round futon and beckoned Tawny to her. Tawny mounted between Ricki's legs and leaned over her. Tawny looked over Ricki's body before kissing her gently on the lips. Ricki still turned her on with her elaborate tattoo scheme. She loved the way they looked, dark green vines running over her legs, around her hips, up her back and over her shoulders and down to circle her breasts. Ricki had small breasts, but very firm and topped with dark round areola and distinctly pointed nipples that were always hard and firm when Tawny was with her. Ricki always made her feel sexy and Tawny felt so honored because Ricki both told her and showed her, physically, that she turned her on. Tawny broke her kiss slowly and then fed the dildo into Ricki's pussy for the second time that day. Ricki closed her eyes and ran her fingers over Tawny's back and ass as the dildo penetrated her tunnel, slow and deep. Tawny felt her shiver under her. Once she started her rhythmic fucking, using very slow and steady strokes, Ricki opened her eyes and smiled up at her. "Mmmmm, now Tawny, now tell me all about Brad." Tawny continued her slow fucking and looked at Ricki's face as she spoke. "Well, when I was just dating him, so to speak, last year, he was rough with me at first, but the relationship matured when I went D/s with him. He found my limits and respected them. I thought that he was just a good sex partner, but looking back, I think he was falling in love, not just lust." "Yea, so what? Don't men always fall in love with you?" Ricki gasped a little just as the dildo sank deep and pushed against her cervix. "I know you have that effect on me." "Oh Ricki, you sweetheart! I know, I love you too, but you know, how it's different with men. Us girls can love without feeling jealous and possessive. Men just never seem to be able to do that. Even Dave had a problem with it." Tawny pushed the dildo hard again and smiled when Ricki gasped and wiggled under her. "And Brad was no exception. He loved me and that seemed to give him the excuse to abuse me. I guess he thought my feeling were mutual, but when he cheated on me, started making demands I would not meet, I broke it off. I thought that would be it, but he kept coming back, taunting me, trying to force himself on me, as though that would make me take him back." Ricki sighed and scratched Tawny's ass gently. "I love you Tawny, and that doesn't cause problems, does it?" Tawny smiled and kissed Ricki. "No, it doesn't cause problems, because you don't make demands on me, like a man does. You see, I can go here or there and even be a slave and I always come back to you, because I love you too, but I don't make demands on you either. Men do, at least that's been my observation. Like Brad, after he approached me on the beach one time, and tried to rape me I rejected him still, so instead, he hooked up with Roger and trapped me into doing what he wanted. I think that he actually thought that if he kidnapped me, I'd fall in love, like some pirate romance novel. "Yea, well, men are stupid. I really don't know why you mess with them. All you need is me." Ricki giggled and reached up to massage Tawny's breasts. "Well, I do like to fuck them, but then, remember, I'm a hopeless submissive in the bedroom. But, to go on, when I came here with Darla Brad disappeared and I thought that was it, but then came that session that Mistress Darla set up. I was really surprised, but it seemed to me that Brad had finally changed. Since he was working for Mistress, and not himself, he got what he had always wanted, getting me to do whatever he wanted without question. I was so glad that Mistress did that because, not only did I get to let my inhibitions out and fuck for him the way I like it, but it was like Brad had at last become just a good fuck, and not a meddling man." "Well, isn't that what you wanted? So you have it your way after all!" "Well, not quite. You see, he was on the training island and got to fuck me again, but I could tell he was back to his old ways, trying to get some sort of attachment, a commitment from me. I was glad that I was in the slave program, because I at least could get away from him again. But then came last week. Here I am getting ready to say my farewells to Master Dave when Brad shows up again." Ricki squirmed under Tawny as the dildo sank deep into her again. "God, your kidding. How did he pull that off?" "I don't know, but Dave was in on it. I'm not going to tell Mistress Darla, unless she specifically asks. But, the point is, he was different this time. I think he finally let me go." "OK, I can't stand it, how did you come to that conclusion?" Ricki blurted out the last word as a comfortable spasm wracked her pussy. She grasped Tawny's breasts and grimaced. Tawny slowed her fucking movements, holding Ricki's orgasm at bay until she finished her tale. "I guess it was because he was not gentle or tender at all. He fucked me over and over and never brought up the subject of seeing me again, or asking me if I liked it. He called me a slut and treated me like one. He never really did that before. And then he had a group of guy come in to gang me. I think, in the end, that he didn't think that I was worthy of his attention, because I was a slave, and will be one for years to come." Ricki grasped Tawny's hips and shook, urging her to fuck her harder, but Tawny resisted. "Well, then good. You are rid of him." "Yea, I am, I think, but it hurts a little, that he has rejected me because I'm a slut, because I'm a slave. It's like I'm not good enough for him." Ricki looked aghast. "Shush girl! Don't let me ever hear you say a thing like that again! He never was and never will be good enough for you! You of all people have nothing at all to be ashamed of. You're the very best slave that ever did the Company and you'll be talked about around the world for years to come. You are the top of your field, which happens to be sex, so be proud of it. Besides, I'd bet you anything you'll feel his cock again, but it will be just good hard fucking, the way you like it. You'll see. No man can resist the temptation to fuck you Tawny. You're the best!" Ricki always made her feel better. "Yes, sweetie, you are so right. I didn't want him anyway. He is playing the sour grapes game. Now, I'll never bring it up again. But you, you owe me one very strong orgasm." Tawny grinned and began pumping the dildo into her lover fast and hard. It only took a few strokes. Ricki wiggled and screamed as she clutched at her D/s sister. The orgasm seemed like the strongest one she had ever had. Every time she touched Tawny she got that result. It was only part of the reason she loved her so much. ……………………………………………… The mid morning sun formed odd shadows as it shined through the ivy covered trellis that formed the shading in Mistress Darla's lanai garden. Tawny pulled at the bindings that held her stretched out on a large square frame. It was the same place she had been bound the night Mistress Darla pierced her nipples and clit. Ricki had been very specific with her about how to prepare herself for her re-introduction to Mistress Darla. The douches, the lubrications, the perfume to use, the lipstick, eyeliner, all the body oils and the original engraved body jewelry that adorned her nipples, her clit and her hood. She wore nothing but her heels. There was not a hair or even a fine fuzz on her body, save her head. She was attached at each corner by strong rope attached to finely lined leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. There was a large table in front of her with all sorts of implements on display to tease her as she waited for Mistress Darla's arrival. There were whips, clamps, straps, stim-beads, needles, dildos, vibrators, even one of those butterfly affairs, just like the one that Mistress Lynne had introduced to her. Tawny had not seen the Mistress for six months, so she was wondering what sort of reunion she had planned. If she used all the tools on the table, it would be a long, stimulating day, and night, probably. Tawny knew from experience that Mistress Darla could be practically insatiable and she would use her for as long as she wanted to. How Tawny stood up was never of concern to her. As she waited, strained by the lengthy time she had been stretched out like a trussed slave, which is just what she was, after all, she thought about a lot of things, one of which was her relationship with her and Ricki. Strictly speaking, she had no obligation to serve Mistress Darla, since she was now a company slave and Darla, although an associate of the Company, had no control over her. But she would do anything Darla told her to do. She willingly gave herself up to Darla's ownership and was pierced to prove it. Darla was the only person with whom she had no limits. If she wanted to tattoo her, cut her, brand her, beat her, whatever, she would do it for her. She didn't understand herself, why she felt that way, but it was like, Darla was the center of her universe. Anything else could come or go or change, but she had decided to herself that she would obey Mistress Darla. Her experience in her slavery only made her feelings in this area firmer. Darla was finishing her preparations in her chambers, only a short walk from her garden where her prize possession, Tawny, should be hanging, trussed like a helpless bitch. She smiled to herself as she pulled the leather gloves over her hands. The fingers, of course, were absent. Her body was wrapped in an elaborate web of soft black leather, which left her breasts open, but lifted, and firm. She wore tall, black-heeled boots of fine, soft leather. Her lipstick was dark red and she wore a thick layer of dark eyeliner and shadow. She looked sinister as she stood before the mirror, admiring her work. She turned to Ricki and stood still as she asked Ricki's opinion. Ricki was her most trusted girl and she always felt better if she gave her an honest opinion. Ricki had always been good for that. "Ricki, darling, what do you think?" Ricki hesitated, giving Mistress Darla a good looking over, front and back. Not only did Ricki enjoy looking at Darla, any chance she got, but she honestly wanted Darla to be the very best Domme, and that included her dress and look. "Mistress, I do really believe you look wonderful. It is very impressive. Tawny will shiver when she sees you." Ricki smiled, and then looked down, thinking. Darla read the mind of her number one submissive, as she had learned to do so well. "Thank you Ricki. Now, spit it out, you want to know something, don't you, you curious little girl? Sticking up for your favorite little slave again, aren't you?" "Mistress, I just, well, I don't want Tawny to be hurt. Has she done something wrong?" Darla laughed. "No, no my sweetheart, not at all; quite the contrary. She has done a magnificent job as a slave. Since you had the audacity to ask, I will share with you. I was going to anyway, but I wanted to tease you and see if you would ask. I knew you would, you little manipulator. Come to me." Ricki stepped close and Darla gave her a gentile caress and a soft kiss on the lips. "Tawny doesn't belong to me now, officially that is. She is Company property. She doesn't even have to be here, but she is. Not only is she here, but she is trussed up in my garden with a table full of pain implements stretched out before her. She offered you no resistance when you trussed her, did she?" No Mistress, she didn't. She was anxious, actually." "Yes anxious, because she is doing it for me. That is my first purpose. You see, she is here voluntarily. If I have her figured correctly, I could have asked her to tattoo her body purple and be branded on each cheek and she would do it. You see, since she has become a slave, she has needed a base of reference for her life. To some people it is religion, to others a spouse, or both, but I think that to Tawny it is me, or us, I should say, now. And I just want to see if I am right. I want her to consider me her no-limits owner, her permanent Mistress. I think I am there." Ricki smiled as she considered the implications. Tawny as a sister forever! "Remember when I talked about that old adage, about letting the bird go? If it leaves, it never belonged to you anyway, but if it comes back, it is truly yours? Well, the bird is back and in her cage. I think it will always return, so I can let it out all I want. Like you honey." Ricki beamed with admiration. She would always be back. She adored Darla and was proud to be hers. "Yes Mistress, like me." "There is another purpose. Tawny has elected to serve a young woman named Mistress Paula. I am familiar with this woman. She frightens me. She is dark at times. She has a way of controlling girls. She will make Tawny do many things she has not done and Tawny will meet the challenge, but I am concerned that she may be convinced to change loyalties to Mistress Paula. You see, Paula has a cage too, but she doesn't like to let her birds fly. I will have to keep watch on that situation." "Why don't you just prohibit it Mistress? Isn't this Mistress Paula breaking company rules if she can really challenge Tawny?" "Oh, yes, I could keep watch, catch her in a violation and have her slave ownership cancelled, but let's face it, most owners stretch, if not break the rules. This David fellow did a couple times, as did Brad." Darla turned an eye up toward Ricki and gave a knowing smile. Ricki swallowed, guilt all over her face. "I wont ask Ricki, but did you two actually believe that I didn't know something about my prize possession? No, I know all about Brad and his little schemes. It's a good thing Tawny got a good fucking out of it or I'd have his dick on my dinner plate." Darla paused and did a little fishing, just to be sure. "She did have a good fucking, didn't she?" Ricki shifted on her feet and looked back to her Mistress with a coy look. "Yes Mistress, she did, she really liked it, really, or so she said." Darla felt a slight sense of relief. "OK then, we will not bring this up again. You don't have to tell me everything, Ricki, as you know. Only those things I ask. But do remember that anything you know can only do good for all if you tell me about it. I will not bring it up to Tawny either, or she might think you are a tattletale. Honestly, you two do behave like children sometimes." "As I was saying. All the owners stretch the rules, you just don't want someone hurt if they break and snap back on the slave in question. My only concern is that Tawny may fall under her spell, so to speak. I'll just make sure she knows what she's getting into. She does know, I think, but I want to be sure. It is a wonderful thing to be a no-limits submissive. Paula knows this only too well." Darla felt ready, so she dismissed Ricki, telling her she would likely be busy with Tawny for the next 48 hours. Following her conditioning, she would be anxious to sample Tawny's skilled lovemaking and enjoy one of the many advantages of owning the world's finest pleasure slave. …………………………………………………. Tawny heard the sharp tap of Mistress Darla's metal tipped heels long before she turned the corner into the garden. Every tap seemed to heighten her sexual desire. Her nipples ached as they pointed and swelled when she imagined seeing her Mistress for the first time in so long. Her pussy drooled so much that she could feel it spilling out of her crevice and wetting the inners of her thighs. The feeling pleased her. She wanted Mistress Darla to see what effect she had on her. She was wet and hot, just thinking about her. She felt like she would cum as soon as she heard her voice. Darla appeared at last, coming from her hallway and walking directly toward her. Her silky blonde hair was pulled back into a tail and her tall sleek body and large, firm and round breasts made Tawny's mouth water. Visible, between the straps that ran up her thighs was her thick mass of light hair that hid her crevice from view. It was the mark of her dominance to possess such a thick bush of hair over her pussy. She had no emotion on her face, just a deep, cold stare as she came closer and closer. Tawny felt like her heart would burst from her chest it was beating so fast. For Darla, the view before her eyes was a perfect picture of submission and sexual availability. Tawny was beautiful, thin, defenseless and so fucking hot! She could see the wet at her pussy from yards away. Her labia were spread like a gaping volcano. There was a look of lust in her eyes and the way she left her mouth open, ever so slightly, she screamed, fuck me, with her look. No wonder she was doing so well as a pleasure slave. She defined the term with her being.