0 comments/ 6024 views/ 1 favorites The Traveller By: theniteliner I am Sebastian Tombs. A Master and a slaver and this is the story of how I started my calling. I make no apologies for not delving deeply into the minds of the women along the way, after all 'a woman is a woman is a slave' and who cares what a slave feels? Surprisingly some of us very much but not in ways you may think. And anyway this is my story and it may surprise you to know that men also have to find their place in life and come to terms with the beasts of their sexuality. If you believe the special forces people actually behave in ways I describe later in this story I suggest you get a life they're a thousand times worse on a good day. As for the title I agree, it is a cop out, but any who progress through life are travellers. PART ONE The birth of a master CHAPTER ONE Mr. Vanilla's swansong. 2.30 Saturday night / Sunday morning. Last shout of the day, for this cab driver anyway. The girls would probably offer me tea when I got them back to their flat, they usually did and then I'd be away to my own place. That was the norm for a Friday or Saturday night.I swung the car in a wide circle in the car park behind the club, almost immediately picking the two girls (Frankie and Victoria) up in my headlamps. As usual the thought flashed through my mind nice looking girls, swiftly followed by the next usual refrain You're 20 years older than they are son, settle for the tea. It's a lot less bother. (I ought to know. Two failed marriages and a broken romance. It was easier having nothing sometimes.) I pulled up beside them and they got in. Vicky in the front and Frankie in the back, virtually hanging between the two front seats. Helloes were said. Cigarettes were lit and then things quietened down as I nosed the taxi out of the car park and joined the late night traffic. For the first couple of months that I picked the girls up I thought they worked at the club, but eventually they told me they worked for an escort agency whose office just happened to let out on the same car park. Like a ritual I asked the usual question, 'Anyone interesting tonight?' 'Only fucking men,' offered Frankie. Vicky rolled her eyes saying, 'Frankie I've told you before it is your attitude.' . I had heard this argument before and jumped in quick, 'Bad night I guess then Frankie?' I definitely said the wrong thing, Frankie launched into an account of her bad night. The bastard was supposed to take me for a meal, we went into this gay bar for a drink, HE got pissed and cleared off with some bloke and I had to get a cab back across town AND I've had no food. Well that's more or less what she said but only in an awful lot more words. I settled into the driving letting the girls bicker about eating and who did or did not put pounds on. We were well into the journey and the conversation took an unusual turn. The girls were talking low about their flat mates Melanie and Cheryl. Whilst not exactly a taboo subject, well I will explain it goes like this. I'd been bringing Frankie and Victoria home at weekends for a couple of months and the tea was already an established fact. We hit their flat about 3am and pushed open the door, which let directly into a large living area. Melanie (a tall slim red haired girl) was standing by an armchair holding a sort of leather strap about 3 inches wide and 18 inches long; she had on a red basque; 3 inch spikes and fuck all else. Cheryl meanwhile was disappearing through one of the bedroom doors buck-naked with a very red bottom. If looks could kill Melanie would have killed us all but she turned and walked provocatively to the door Cheryl had disappeared into. By the time she reached the door I could have gone up her like a rat up a drainpipe. Fuck! I could have gone up anything like a rat up a drainpipe, but all I got was tea and a cigarette as usual. Drinking tea and smoking I said to the two girls, "Come-on then give, what's this all about?" Frankie laughed and Victoria said, "They're just an item." "You mean a couple of lesbians," I asked. Both girls nodded. "What a waste of two good looking slappers," I commented. Frankie laughed again saying, "We now know which side of the fence you're on." "And the red bottom bit?" I enquired. Victoria pulled a face and wriggled a bit. obviously a little uncomfortable but said, "Cheryl has needs. She likes discipline... and being made to do.... things." And I thought to myself maybe Cheryl is not the only one Victoria. Frankie took up the conversation after Victoria's lame finish. "Yeah and Melanie is so jealous you only have to speak to Cheryl and Melanie lays into her." And that was as much as the girls wanted to say about it, and so the incident dropped out of our conversation especially as it was rare for me to see either Melanie or Cheryl. The car was nudging 60 and I was daydreaming about Melanie and Cheryl when I realized Victoria was talking to me, "Sorry" I mumbled, "miles away. "You were saying." "We have a problem," said Victoria and promptly dried up. Frankie became the spokeswoman, unusual, but her normal flip way of speaking had given way to something harder and more business like. "Yeah, like Melanie has been stealing from us." "You know its Melanie?" I asked. "Oh yes," said Frankie "Victoria and I caught her red handed taking money out of my purse." "Then you throw her out I guess" was my response. "If only it were that simple," said Frankie "After she (Melanie) had finished crying all over the place dopey bollacks here (she indicated Victoria) said she could stay if she took a punishment, besides she (Melanie) is the one who rents the flat". I looked over at Victoria. I'd been aware of her fidgeting ever since she got in the car, now even in the half-light of the car I could see her nipples pushing out against her thin top. I realized Victoria was getting very aroused. I filed that away for later, I liked Victoria, and whilst maybe not as pretty as Frankie, she was softer and quieter. Yes I liked Victoria. "What sort of punishment did you have in mind Victoria?" I asked. "I don't know," she said. "You can do anything you like to her including fuck her. She knows a man is going to administer the punishment, but it must include that leather paddle you saw." She said it all in one go and was breathless by the finish. "Yeah," said Frankie. "Only she (Melanie) marked the poor cow (Cheryl) so badly with it the other day she (Cheryl) had to have a couple of days off work." At the mention of marking Cheryl Victoria had audibly caught her breath, glancing at her quickly I could see her thighs rubbing together, her nipples were quite obvious and I bet myself she was very wet. How would I prove it? An idea was already forming. "O.K. Frankie. You must know lots of men. Why me?" "Men," Frankie answered, "fall into three groups. Sadistic bastards that don't know when to stop, most men who think they want a woman at their mercy and when it happens haven't the balls to do anything about it and some who know and understand discipline." She paused for breath and went on "We think or at least Victoria thinks that you can do the job." There was quiet in the motor for a few seconds, and then I said, "I'll do it, but I need some information and some co-operation." I took my eyes off the road and looked at the two girls. They both nodded their assent. We had just turned into their street and I said no more until the car was parked "Right information, Melanie is the Dom?" This was confirmed "Total sexual dominance?" I asked. The answer appeared to be if Cheryl made anything resembling a first move she found herself cuffed to the headboard given a red bottom and made to wait Melanie's time. "Cheryl will do exactly as she is told?" I asked feeling for me unusually turned on and excited. "Yes," gasped an aroused Victoria. Oh yes I liked Victoria but it was Frankie I looked at. She just nodded and I got the distinct impression from the look in her eye that over this matter she was taking no prisoners. I thought for a few seconds and said, "O.K. this is how we play it. You Frankie get Melanie naked and get something to secure her over the desk in the living space. I'll move the desk into position and you Victoria will get Cheryl into Melanie's red basque and spiked heels." "She wont fit," interrupted Victoria. "It doesn't matter," I said "As long as she has got it on somehow, and keep her away from Melanie until I am ready for her." I got out of the car, stretched my left hand out resting my fingertips on Victoria's shoulder, indicating she should remain sitting, at the same time I opened the back door for Frankie. She clambered out. I closed the door behind her and said "This does not let you off tea making when we have finished." For a very pretty girl Frankie knew an awful lot of disgusting words. As Frankie headed towards the flat entrance I continued around the car to the front passenger door. Pulling it open I extended my hand to Victoria to help her out, when she was almost out I leaned in a little closer to her and said, "When you get in there under no circumstances are you to change your panties. Do you understand?" By the time I had finished speaking she was fully out of the car. She turned her head and looked at me. I looked back. After what seemed an age (but was probably all of two seconds) her eyes dropped and she blushed so deeply I felt the heat radiate from her. "Yes," was all she said and in such a low voice I was barely audible. I nodded in the direction of the apartment entrance and Victoria duly moved off trailing in Frankie's wake. Oh yes I was really getting to like Victoria! As I walked around the car locking it up the enormity of what was happening began to sink in. Women doing my bidding, without argument, for me this was a new experience. Christ, it felt like on top of the world. One thing was for sure I no longer felt fucked after a long day I was raring to go. Two things had happened on the drive back, buttons had been pushed. I was changing; changing to a different outlook and to, I hoped, a whole new me and I new the next hour would cement the change. Two changes. Yes two changes. The second is Victoria, I want/will have her, I'll tread on anyone, do anything to get her. I had never felt this way about any woman before. It was like a wild animal had invaded my body, ready to devour me or anyone else who interfered with the pursuit of Victoria. CHAPTER TWO Mr, Vanillas funeral Ten minutes later I was ready for Melanie. She walked out of the bedroom naked, proud and defiant. I also noticed a shaved pussy; with I thought a hint of moisture on her pussy lips. I might be able to make that work against her. God I thought do I want to apply leather to this girl's arse and mark it? Yes I did! I figured if I wasn't strong enough to carry this through I could forget about Victoria. Stir in the fact Melanie was a thieving little bitch and this made it feel like the correct way to deal with her. Frankie was behind her with an armful of gear. They arrived at the desk and Frankie placed the stuff she carried on the floor, straightened up and said to Melanie, "Right. Over it. You know how". Melanie did know how. In a couple of minutes she was bent across the desk her bottom pointing skywards. Frankie moved in front of her and began fastening her wrists to the desk pedestals. Melanie was obviously expecting this as she did not struggle or complain but when Frankie moved around behind her to secure her legs Melanie started kicking and calling Frankie names. I closed in, leaning against one leg thus giving Frankie freedom to secure the first leg (without getting her head kicked in), which she did none to gently. I stepped away and Frankie set about securing the second leg. When Frankie pulled the last strap tight Melanie's legs were spread. Wide. I should know I had a perfect view. I was satisfied the only way Melanie was going anywhere was if the desk went too. As Frankie stepped back and stood beside me I softly said, "Bring in the other two but keep Cheryl quiet and out of Melanie's sight." While Frankie was doing as I asked, and Melanie was still mouthing off, I turned to the 'stuff' Frankie had placed on the floor. It was interesting; I could only imagine how some of it was used. No matter I found what I was looking for easily enough and as Frankie, Victoria and Cheryl placed themselves behind me I picked up the leather paddle and put it on the desk, a small, slim vibrator about three inches long, cone shaped from about finger thickness to around an inch diameter with a shallow broad groove around the thick end flaring out to a wide flat base. I figured this was a butt plug, if it wasn't that what it was going to get used for, I slipped it in my pocket, and then a riding crop, which I slashed down, hard! Swish! Thwack! on the desktop. This action had the effect of silencing Melanie who until this moment had not stopped discussing Frankie's parentage and sexual peculiarities with no one but the wall in front of her (well she may have been trying to discuss it with us but we were not discussing back) since the moment she had been tied up. I allowed the crop to slip out of my hand and lay on the desk. Melanie twisted her head to look at it; her face framed by the glossy red hair paled. She undoubtedly looked beautiful and vulnerable but I did not see it. I was to eaten up with my need to make Victoria mine. After a couple of seconds I moved around the desk to stand in front of her. Melanie's eyes followed me; she craned her neck to look up at me as I arrived in front of her. She looked pale, worried and I think a little frightened having seen the crop. I stretched out my hand and grasped a handful of hair, forcing her head up a little more. (I didn't have to I just did.) I spoke to her for the first time that night, "Hello thieving bitch, I am here to discipline you and this is how it works. You are going to be obedient and co-operative and we get to go home early. If you decide to be something different we start again, at the beginning, as many times as need be." I let go of her hair. She managed to get her head under control before it hit the desk. I stepped back and looked directly at Victoria, she was worth looking at. Ragged breathing, engorged nipples and almost instantly I looked she blushed and cast her eyes down. I wanted her so badly it hurt. My mouth was dry, my chest constricted, my gut, oh my gut was like someone had shoved a vacuum cleaner up my arse and sucked out my guts. Add to that a prick like a steel bar trying to push through the waistband of my jeans. I was hurting. I just wanted to drown in that girl's body. I would do just that eventually I promised myself. I looked at Cheryl, I could see what Victoria meant about the basque, and it barely covered Cheryl. Big-breasted 38c, 24inch waist, 38inch hip, hourglass perfection. By far the best figured girl in the room. Sexy, desirable the adjectives could go on and on. (But compared to Victoria she left me cold.) The basque nowhere near covered her breasts and it rode up high on her hips exposing a completely denuded and very wet pussy. The tops of both thighs were glistening with moisture; it was however her breasts that took the biscuit. Very firm, pear shaped and needing no support, they just poked out defying gravity. A clear, creamy coloured skin swept down the slopes of Cheryl's breasts and met the dark chocolate coloured skin of very large aureoles crowned with large protruding and crinkled nipples. Very nice. Cigar butts stubbed out on digestive biscuits. Frankie standing on Cheryls other side seemingly unaffected by all the sexual tension building up all around her and was I guess the only one in the room who wasn't in some way aroused. Not for the first time since I had known her I wondered what made Frankie tick. CHAPTER THREE Obedience and co-operation I looked down again at the thieving bitch strapped to the desk. She was still looking up at me. "We begin," I said. "Remember obedience and co-operation." Stretching out my left hand I plucked the paddle from the desk. As Melanie realised it was not the crop I had chosen I could almost taste the relief surging through her body. I smiled; I didn't need a crop to punish Melanie. If she so jealously guarded Cheryl from girls what lengths would she go to guard against men? How would she feel when she couldn't? Not good I hoped. Add to that, her lover would be chosen and she would be rejected. I moved around the desk to take up a position behind her where I could begin to administer the punishment. Being left-handed I moved clockwise around the desk, leaving my left hand clear with room to swing out and away from the Melanie. I arrived directly behind her and placed my right hand on her bottom. As expected on my touch she clenched her bottom. Good! The firmer her bottom was the more the paddle would sting. Melanie's bottom was behaving perfectly, as my hand roamed over it she was clenching tighter and tighter. I ran my finger up the join of her arse cheeks feeling her tense up even more. I was about two thirds of the way up towards her back when I bought the paddle in, forcefully, in a low trajectory. The paddle made a satisfying THWAP! sort of noise, followed by an almost seamless yell of "YAAAAGH!" from Melanie as she surged upwards and away from me against the straps. I was pleased on three counts Melanie could not move her body any more than a couple of inches against the straps, secondly the desk had not moved. Really not surprising, it was heavy. Thirdly and most importantly to me, Melanie making a noise was going to let me discover just how wet Victoria's knickers were. Melanie was struggling against the straps, getting nowhere, but almost immediately she chopped that single yell off and began hurling insults at me. Until this moment in time Melanie had not spoken to me or acknowledged me in any way. I was not impressed with what I heard. Girls should not have the sort of vocabulary that makes Dockers blush. I gave her several seconds to get into full flow. THWAP! In exactly the same place, again the cut off cry, again the surging against the straps but this time the insults were at a tad higher volume and she kept up the struggle against the straps a little longer. I still had much to do to gain obedience and co-operation from Melanie. CHAPTER FOUR A question is answered to my satisfaction I placed the paddle on Melanies back and turned so I could see the girls behind me, snapped the fingers of my left hand and said, "Victoria your panties." I kept my arm outstretched. I could see all three girls. Frankie, shaking with silent laughter and looking at Victoria. Cheryl in a world of her own even wetter than when she first came into the room. I found this puzzling. I figured Melanie had been working on her as we arrived. Boy I did not know the half of it or to what extent I was contributing to her arousing. And Victoria who I already thought of as my Victoria. Her slate grey eyes were wide open. Her pale skin was blushing a deeper and deeper red. She was trembling. I snapped my fingers again. Slowly almost as if in a dream her hands reached under her short skirt and drew down a pair of peach coloured tanga briefs. They pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them, stooped and picked them up. I stood unmoving my arm still stretched, Victoria was forced to walk the two paces to me. I dropped my arm making her move even closer. She was looking at the floor; I put my right hand under her chin, raising it, forcing her to look at me. Only then did my left hand take her panties. They were soaking wet, I smiled at her and raised them to my nose and breathed in. Fresh girl juice, just one of life's amazing smells. I said to Victoria, "Later girl. Later." The breath caught in her throat and turning she stumbled unseeingly back towards Frankie. Frankie was in her usual flip mode and clapping silently yet apparently un-aroused. I wondered yet again what made her tick. The Traveller I turned back to Melanie; I admired her bottom. A lived red weal about six inches long and three inches wide uniform in colour, testifying to how flat I had kept the paddle and not cut into her with the edges. A tracery of lighter colour red lines radiated out from the impact area, the heat dissipating, and the sting spreading. I would work on this. I walked around the desk to again face Melanie. She was still mouthing off about physical impossibilities I was apparently in the habit of performing with camels. I looked down at her. She looked up at me. I held Victoria's panties under her nose. This caused Melanie to launch into yet more insults. I thought it was time to shut her up and said "You are so noisy you thieving bitch". Grabbing a handful of her hair I jerked it. In a purely reflex action her mouth opened wide to yell and I stuffed Victoria's panties into the open mouth. I crouched down and grasped Melanie by the chin. "If you spit them out you thieving bitch I will pick up the crop, and beat you. until you beg to stuff them back in yourself". She looked horrified. I remained holding her and holding her gaze until she dropped her eyes. Satisfied I moved back around the desk. This time I picked the paddle up in my right hand and held it resting on my left hip. With my left hand I began tracing the marks on Melanie's bottom. I could feel the heat of those first two blows and knew they would shortly feel hotter still. I let my index finger slip between her legs on to her pussy lips. They were not fully wet but Melanie did not want me there and began struggling. Good! The more she struggled the more my finger stimulated her. In a very short space of time the end of my finger was wet with girl juice, I started to coat her slit with juice. As if she knew my intentions Melanie was trying to lift against her bonds as if seeking contact with her clit but in actuality trying to prevent contact. When the contact came her body shuddered and started fighting the straps. I increased the contact, by adding my thumb to the cocktail. I let my thumb find the entrance to her pussy and with my finger as a pivot on her clit I began thumb fucking her. Her responses had to be monitored; there would be little room for error. Her breathing was becoming ragged and rapid. Wait for it! I took my hand away. I let it register with her that no longer was she being stimulated. THAWP! I struck in the same spot. Her body surged against the restraints again. Count to two. THWAP! More or less in the same place. Melanie was struggling now. No tears yet. Back to finger fucking. The response was quicker, much quicker. On the verge of orgasm withdraw the fingers apply the paddle. Thwap! Thwap! There were tears now. On the seventh finger fuck I stood no chance Melanie cum, virtually as I touched her. Had she not been gagged with the panties you would have heard her yells streets away. The place reeked of girl juice. It was dribbling down Melanie's legs. CHAPTER FIVE I settle for co-operation I placed the paddle on the desk, stepped back a little to admire my handiwork. I had managed to keep the 'Ground Zero' area contained on the downward slope of her buttocks just below her anal pucker and above the tops of her legs. It was a fiery red strip radiating a lot of heat. There would be more later but this had achieved its purpose. I had her attention. Many people believe a beating alone is all there is to punishment. If this were true the birch would be much favoured by government and crime would be non-existent. No pain is but a vehicle used to gain attention and introduce one, two, three, or more elements that will firmly fix the wrongness of their actions in their psyche. Humiliation, embarrassment and deprivations of various sorts are good tools for doing this. Feeling in my pocket I produced the butt plug and tapped the base on the desk. Melanie twisted to look. There wasn't much to choose between front and back. One end sticky and running with girl juice, the other end nearly as wet running with tears. I opted for the girl juice end. I applied the plug first to her pussy. Lubrication was needed. Melanie immediately began to respond. (Co-operation). When satisfied it was well oiled I withdrew it from her pussy. Gag or no gag I heard a definite sob. Using my finger and dipping in to her pussy I spread girl juice all around her anal bud but my finger did not gain entry. Melanie was very tight. I recalled when she responded to clitoral stimulation the whole area thighs, bottom cheeks and pussy muscles all seemed to relax and tense in rhythm. Therefore I reasoned a little pressure on the butt plug and some vaginal/clit stimulation should see the plug slide home. There was a problem, as the plug-slid home Melanie had another orgasmic experience. Big time. Melanie's punishment? Huh! More like Melanie's treat. Still her bottom was in great shape, the fiery red stripe and the purple butt plug complementing each other well. It looked a bit like a red card pinned to her bottom with a purple drawing pin. Frankie saved the day by calling out as Melanie cum, "Who just could not cum for a man slut? Men can't push your buttons. That right slut?" These comments increased Melanie's tears. CHAPTER SIX The stakes are raised Time to introduce Cheryl to the mix. I turned and beckoned Cheryl over, as she took those couple of paces to stand in front of me I was puzzled at her state arousal, I did not understand it at the time but her arousal was all to obvious. The slight blush of colour from the neck spilling on to her breasts; the deep breathing through her mouth; the nipples massively engorged and the tops of her thighs were actually wet. I took Cheryls arm and led her around the desk. We moved into Melanies line of site. She had calmed down a bit but as soon as she saw us the tears renewed and the struggling intensified. I stopped Cheryl directly in front of her and putting one arm around Cheryl and with the other hand massaging her breasts, then taking one nipple I began to roll it in my fingers, Melanie continued to cry and struggle. I stopped and letting go of Cheryl I extracted Victoria's panties from Melanie's mouth and put them in my pocket. Melanie started immediately talking through her sobs, "Please (snuffle) leave her (sniff) alone. Take me" I returned my attention to Cheryl, sliding one hand down her belly searching for clit and pussy, the other hand and arm behind her and my head lowered to suck her nipples. At the same time I positioned us both so Melanie had an unobstructed view. I was aware of Cheryl making small animal noises in her throat and Melanie crying and pleading. Cheryl "Ugheroowohargharghoooow" Melanie "Please. No. Don't touch her. No, use me instead. PLEASE." Cheryl was making low deep growling noises in her throat, it was turning into one long moan. I had all four fingers inserted and my thumb on her clit. I was trying to maintain a rhythm but Cheryl was bearing down on my hand heavily and at the same time working herself on my thumb. I had to hold her tighter and tighter with my other arm just to keep the contact. Melanie suddenly wailed a long drawn out "NOOOOOOO! Don't cum for him you whore. You fucking slut, you cum you'll be sorry" it was as if Melanie's words were a catalyst for Cheryl. With hardly any real noise Cheryl cum, her body jerking, all her weight pushing down and grinding on my hand. Her hands pulling the back of my head, forcing her breasts hard into my face. I braced my legs, taking all of Cheryl's weight and hung on for grim death maintaining the contact between pussy, clit and hand the best I could, allowing her to extend the climax as long as possible. That is when I was aware of the surfeit of juice. Everywhere, running down my wrist, the insides of Cheryl's thighs and with every spasm of her body more of it. It was several seconds before Cheryl could support her own weight again. When she could support her own weight again she was immediately ready for round two. I had different ideas. I desperately needed a woman to relieve my own needs but I also knew I must follow my game plan. A woman? Fucking hell, anything, any one. But there was a little voice in the back of my mind, and it said 'Ok. Sunshine but in context and in control, if you don't it will be seen as a weakness. If a weakness is perceived you can forget all about Victoria' How I instinctively knew this I do not know. However I did know I would move heaven and earth before I would allow such a thing to happen. I turned Cheryl and myself so we were side ways on to Melanie and applied some downward pressure to Cheryl's shoulders. Someone, somewhere had trained Cheryl well, she melted with a fluid grace to her knees. Her back straight and knees spread wide. She looked as pretty as a picture, not that I noticed, I was looking through an almost desperate red haze of lust; desperate that is to keep control. Losing control would equal weakness, would equal losing Victoria. No chance! Immediately Cheryls knees hit the floor she reached for the zip of my jeans, at the same time I was opening my belt. It's not that I am huge (seven inches or so) but when I'm really hard there is no way you can release my prick with boxers in the way. While Cheryl and I are working jeans and boxers down my thighs Melanie is racked with sobs and saying things like "I'm telling you no!" and "At least make him force you, you fucking whore bag". Not that I even considered it at that moment in time but it was strange. Melanie was distressed. She was meant to be, but I had not for one moment had I believed that using Cheryl would be quite so effective, and then there was Cheryl herself, what made her, the submissive half of a lesbian partnership, so eager to be used? All questions I would get an answer to but not right now. Cheryl's mouth closed over the end of my prick, her lips sealing around the shaft behind the swollen head, the tongue cleaning off the pre cum and then (no other word for it) attacking the little slit in the top, and then she somehow made her lips 'walk' down the shaft of my prick: two inches, three inches, four inches, five inches then her mouth closed even tighter around me as she slid her lips back up into contact with the swollen head of my prick and her tongue again launched its attack on me. No way was I going to last long like this. The bitch was playing me like she was some virtuoso instrumentalist, I had my legs locked, my body bowed, thrusting the pelvis forward, my hands twisted in her hair and my brain dead. There was nothing in the world for me at that moment except the sensations in my prick, and the balls were tightening rapidly. I pulled on Cheryl's hair trying to get deeper in to her mouth but she held back against me until the last moment and then she swallowed me literally. I don't know how she done it but her mouth and throat opened and my prick disappeared inside, all of it. Two things happened as my balls slapped into Cheryls chin, first her mouth and throat clamped down on the flesh of my prick, second, well, the only response I had was to shoot my load. It came from me like lava from a volcano that had been building up for eons. It came so hard and fast that it scalded me as it jetted deep into Cheryls throat. Cheryl never missed a beat, like some sort of pulsating vacuum cleaner she drained me in a very short time. With the final spurt of semen I remembered to start breathing again. The only thing keeping me upright was that my knees were locked. I was very glad of the respite given by Cheryl on the long; slow, sucking retreat she made from my prick. CHAPTER SEVEN Obedience is looked for Cheryl released my prick from her mouth and let it dangle, contemplating my boxers. Her hand stretched out. She had seen a globule of cum formed on the end and scooped it off with her finger. I thought she was going to anoint herself with it, as there were no signs of the 'bucketfuls' I had shot into her. Nothing wrong with thinking, instead she twisted towards the now quietly sobbing Melanie and waving the offending digit in front of her to got her attention. When Melanie focused on the bead of cum through tear stained eyes she shook her head saying "No." Cheryl with a grin simply cleaned her finger on the end of Melanies nose. There were many undercurrents going on this place I did not understand but I determined I would get to the bottom of them. Not tonight though, I'd been behind the wheel of a cab for fourteen hours and then an hour of highly charged sexual tension, not to mention the best blowjob I had ever experienced. I was just too damned tired and I still had Melanie to finish off plus a twenty-mile drive home. I pulled up my jeans and boxers and fastened them. Deliberately avoiding looking at Frankie or Victoria I told Cheryl to remain kneeling in front of Melanie. She answered "Yes Master" she did not appear to be taking the micky and I let it go and returned to Melanie's rear end. Again I took the crop in my hand holding it about seven inches below the handle and leaving the wrist loop flapping. I sensed a certain interest in the room by all parties, however I was not about to use the crop in the manner they expected. Using my wrist I kept the crop semi-rotating like someone constantly turning the ignition key in a car and keeping it flat I applied it to Melanie's pussy lips, trying to avoid her still protruding clit. Melanie had other ideas; on contact her whole body began moving as much as the straps would allow her to. She was trying to lift and push back to get clitoral contact. I just wanted the end of the crop slick with girl juice and to this end I added a sawing motion to the already twisting crop. The folds of Melanies pussy lips quickly enveloped the crop, a change of angle, a little pressure and still twisting the crop it slowly slid into her pussy. The crop went deeper and Melanie went mad. Within the confines of the straps she was writhing, backward forwards, sideways and any combination you could put together. Little animal like squeals and grunts were issuing from her mouth. There really must be a "G" spot because without clitoral stimulation Melanies body with no warning went rigid and then with one single shout of "YES" followed by a long drawn out sigh she deflated on to the desk top. I withdrew the crop and walked around the front. Again I looked down at Melanie "Open" Melanie dutifully opened her mouth, I placed the seven inches of crop slick with her own juices crossways between her teeth "Close" I said. She did biting on the crop. (Obedience) I turned to Cheryl "If the thieving bitch drops it use it on her and put it back" "Yes Master" she said. Again I ignored this form of address. Turning I walked around the desk pausing to pick up the paddle and brought it down hard and unexpectedly on Melanies bottom. Of course she opened her mouth and dropped the crop. Cheryl as quick as an adder snatched up the crop and scrambling to her feet ran around the table, the crop raised high and slashed it down on Melanie while she (Cheryl) was still on the move. The butt plug took most of the blow but it still made Melanie scream. The second blow came in like a haymaker, long and low, it landed below the butt plug on the patch I had previously warmed up. A weal showed up instantly, a deep maroon red line of fire across both cheeks. It was going to bruise, badly. This time Melanies scream was muffled by her sobs. The crop was cruel after only two slashes the girl could not even scream properly. I allowed Cheryl to deliver two more blows and said "Enough". Cheryl had the crop raised again and I could see the fight within herself, should she, shouldn't she obey. I still had hold of the paddle in my hand and I slapped her bottom with it, hard, hard enough to leave a livid stripe diagonally across both cheeks. She yelped and almost dropped the crop. "Enough" I said "make it slick again and replace it" Cheryl lowered the crop and jabbed it viciously at Melanies pussy, when on the third attempt she found the entrance the crop was literally rammed home and without ceremony it was plunged in and out several times only to be just as harshly pulled out. This time it was Cheryl who approached the front of a sobbing Melanie. There was nothing to suggest they were an item. Cheryl simply said, "Taste your whore juice cow!" and the crop was back from where it had fallen. Cheryl was a puzzle but I was too tired to think about it. These two girls were supposed to be lovers but Cheryl acted like Melanie was her biggest enemy. I turned and moved towards Frankie and Victoria. Frankie was smiling yet I got the distinct impression she was not happy, but why? I didn't know and at this moment I didn't care. So I said "Tea Frankie. Please. Pretty please even" Frankie switched the kettle on which was in her reach and indicated the worktop beside it with mugs already out. She then stood from her chair and moved into the kitchen area. I turned to Victoria. She was having problems, flushed; breathing heavy and I noticed her hand kept straying to her belly and then jerking back as though it contacted something red hot. I grinned, Keep simmering little pudding I thought and you will be better for the eating. I sat in the chair beside her that Frankie had vacated and said "Cigarette?" Victoria said nothing but immediately picked up the cigarette packet on the coffee table beside her and fumbled a cigarette out of it; eventually she lit it and held it out. I sat still, unmoving; Victoria twisted her body bringing her breast into contact with my arm and the cigarette closer to my mouth. She shimmied a little rubbing her nipple against my arm and then with increased pressure of breast on arm bought the cigarette up to my lips. I inhaled deeply and moving my head back leaving the cigarette in Victoria's fingers I exhaled just as deeply, that's when I became aware of Frankie standing in front of me with a cup in each hand. Relieving Victoria of the cigarette with one hand I took the mug of tea from Frankie with the other. Victoria still had her breast pressed against my arm, I drank some tea, another drag on the cigarette and inclining my head towards Victoria said "When I am rested I will come back for you" she gave no reply but looked as though ready to burst into tears. I said more sharply than I intended "Later" the pressure eased on my arm although there was still contact. My attention turned to Frankie who, (totally ignoring anything she had seen between Victoria and I) said without preamble "What about those two?" Swallowing the last of my tea "When I've gone I guess you release Melanie and send her to bed alone" I answered "and as for Cheryl bed her with Victoria for tonight. I am sure they will find something to do". For the first time since finishing with Melanie Frankie genuinely smiled and said "I'm sure we will" I was just too damn tired to rise to it. Rising from the chair I made my goodnights saying I would be in touch in the next couple of days. Moving across the room I opened the door turned and called Victoria. She almost ran across the room and crowded in close, all breathy, nipples and girlie smells. I pulled the neck of her top open and taking her panties from my pocket 'fed' them down her cleavage saying" You can have them back for now but they will be the first thing I want off of you the next time I see you" With that I shut the door and went out to my car and home. Here ends part one. In part two find out about the ebbs and flows in the girl's flat, Frankie's surprise and The Master's first tottering steps in his new role. This story is the first part of an autobiographical account of a vanilla mans journey to a 'Master' and his entry into the slave trade. Part two will only be posted if interest is shown in part one. All comments, particularly critical ones are welcome. The Traveller ©theniteliner 09/11/07