She stood at the door like I told her to; feet slightly spread, 
shoulders relaxed, arms behind her back, each hand clasping the other 
forearm.  The pose caused her back to arch, pushing her small, pert 
breasts out towards me.   She was dressed as I told her; faded blue 
jeans... the rest unimportant, as it would not be worn for the rest of 
the night.   I had to remind her, however, to remove her shirt, shoes, 
and socks when she entered.   She would pay for that.  This was no 
longer her first time.  Small mistakes might be allowed to slip, but 
this was not.

I glanced causally at the clock.  She had been standing this way for 23 
minutes.   Only 2 more until the second half of my prize would be 
arriving, and the evening could begin.   I watched Renae shift a bit 
from foot to foot, the muscles in her naked chest and arms twitching 
more often now, as the strain of holding the pose began to take its 
toll.  I had given her one rest.  I could see  the look in her eyes, as 
she quietly asked for another.  She wouldn't get it.   But then, she 
wouldn't need it.

I spent this time just looking at her.   I'd known Renae for several 
years.  We'd been friends for most of that time. Ocassionally had sex.  
We were not lovers. Nothing so romantic.  It was sex.  Physical 
intimacy and release between friends.  I'd seen her body before, but I 
still enjoyed just looking at it.   Her legs, covered in the 
comfortable, well-worn denim, were long for her body--a fact that 
seemed to bother her at the same time it made her the object of 
jealousy and disdain among other women.  Her hips flared out just a 
touch wide for the rest of her slender body, but the curve was still  
delicious; a concession to her femininity.  Her breasts were tiny, yet 
pert, round, and enticing.  The small, red nipples jutted out, both 
from the cool air in the room and from her own excitement.  Her lovely 
face was framed by long, tight, auburn curls that ran wild down between 
her shoulder blades-- begging to be wrapped around a strong hand an 
pulled into position.

In her discomfort and excitement, she didn't notice the soft sound of 
footsteps in the hallway.   I did.   I was expecting them. At the sound 
of the single knock on the door, Renae jumped, releasing her pose and 
throwing her hands up to cover her chest.

"Resume!" I barked.  She looked at me in confusion and just a touch of 
fear.  This was not something she had expected."Now!" the command came 
out low, slow, and forceful.  With a drop of her head, she drew herself 
back into the pose.

I pulled myself easily up from my chair and walked to the door next to 
where Renae stood.  Without a word, I opened it and stepped to the 
side.   My second guest stepped in, turned to face Renae, and stopped.  
I closed the door and returned to my chair, facing them both.  When I 
was seated, I gave a nod to the second young woman.  Without any 
further command, she removed her shirt, folded it neatly, and laid it 
across the arm of the antique hall tree.  She wore no bra underneath, 
nor did she need to.  Slightly fuller than Renae's, the new woman's 
breasts were still small and pert.  Imagining her 40 years from now, I 
saw them still that way.  Beautiful.

She slipped the canvas shoes from her feet and placed them neatly under 
the hall tree, then raised the seat and pulled out three items from 
within the storage space.   The first, a black leather collar with a 
bright silver d-ring, she fastened around her neck with the ease of 
frequent practice.  The other two she picked up and carried with her as 
she came to me.  She stopped 4 feet from where I sat, and with a smooth 
grace, dropped to her knees.  She knelt with her knees together, the 
faded denim she wore tightening around the curve, sitting on her heels, 
with her toes pointed back, the tops of her feet flat against the 
hardwood floor.   After laying the two items she still carried neatly 
in front of her, she placed her hands palm-down on her thighs, arms 
relaxed, bowed her head, and looked up at me.

"Sir."  The word was soft and submissive.  It made me smile.

I took several long moments to look at her.  In bare feet, standing her 
tallest, she barely reached 5'1".  Her small body was lean and toned 
from daily exercise.   Her olive-toned skin was smooth and tight, 
broken only by a few reminders of past passions, and a bright silver 
ring at the top of her navel.  Her straight brown hair was cut short 
and left wild, strands falling willfully in front of her large, deep, 
hauntingly brown eyes.  I could lose myself in those eyes for hours... 
and had many times before.  But it was her smile that struck so deeply 
into me; soft, smooth lips, just full enough to be feminine, pulled 
back into a smile that was both subtle and powerful.  A smile that said 
'I have enough power over you to submit to your every desire'.  A smile 
that would, in other times, break into a full, bright peal of laughter 
that filled the room with it's beauty.  A smile that said both 'please, 
sir' and 'thank you, sir' at the same time.

"Renae, come here."  I looked back to my old friend, still confused and 
somewhat scared.  Her gaze shot up from the woman kneeling at my feet 
to look into my eyes.  After a moment's hesitation, she walked 
tentatively forward until she stood next to the kneeling woman.  "I 
have shown you how to 'present'.  You have now had half an hour of 
practice.  I expect you to assume that pose when told."  I gestured to 
the other woman.  "This is Miss Sasha.  Miss Sasha has just 
demonstrated 'kneel'.  When you are told to kneel, this is the pose you 
will take.  Is that understood?""yes"  The word came out hesitant, but 
also excited.  This was a new aspect, something we had never done 
before."How do you address me?""Sir.  Yes, sir.   I'm sorry, sir."  Her 
eyes darted around, and a touch of a smile came to her lips.  She 
wasn't taking this seriously... yet."When we made this wager, you said 
'double or nothing'.  We both knew who would win.  The bet itself was a 
sham.  This" and I gestured to Sasha, "is the double.  Sasha is my 
slave.  She has been for a while now.  This is only your second time 
like this with me.  That puts her above you in rank.  Tonight, you will 
serve both me... and Miss Sasha."  I let the words sink in for a second 
before continuing.  "There are two items in front of Miss Sasha; a gag 
and a pair of arm restraints.  You will assist Miss Sasha in putting on 
the restraints, making sure they are secure without binding.  I don't 
want her hands to fall asleep.  I will have need of them later."

The restraints were custom made for me by a friend.  Fit perfectly to 
Miss Sasha, the soft, thick, black leather ran in a series of straps 
and stainless steel rings, from her wrist to her elbow.  Small D-rings 
swung loosely from either side of the wrist, and a small clasp rested 
on the inside of each forearm.  When standing in 'present' stance, with 
her arms behind her back, the clasps hooked perfectly into the rings at 
her wrists, holding her arms securely in place.  Once they were fitted 
to her arms, Sasha returned her hands to their proper position and 
remained in pose awaiting my commands.

I turned back to Miss Renae.  "Kneel."  It took her almost 5 seconds to 
realize that the command was directed at her.  I added yet another mark 
to the list.  This was going to be an interesting night.

I let the two of them kneel there while I sipped from my single-malt, 
letting the lone cube of ice clink softly against the crystal. Setting 
the glass on the small end table to my left, I stood and pulled the 
loose T-shirt off, then whipped my head back to straighten my hair down 
the center of my back. I dropped the shirt on the floor in front of 
Sasha. Without a word, she folded it, rose to her feet and walked over 
to place it next to her own. Just as silently, she returned to her 
place--on her knees at my feet.

    "I know what you want, Miss Sasha, however, you will remain 
unrestrained and ungagged for a short while. Miss Renae has been lax in 
her responses several times already tonight, and I require your 
assistance in showing her the consequences of such behavior." I glanced 
over at Renae and watched her eyes go wide. I let my eyes drift down a 
bit to see her nipples clench even tighter on themselves. A small 
shudder rippled across her skin and her chest swelled a bit more as her 
breathing deepened.

"Miss Sasha."

"Yes, sir?"

"Miss Renae has not been fit for her own accoutrements. Go to the cedar 
chest and get your old collar, the soft bar gag, and two lengths of the 
new rope."

"Yes, sir."

I listened to the soft tinkle of her restraints as she walked quietly 
across the hardwood floor of the open loft. The combination of soft 
footfalls and crisp tings never ceased to warm my smile. She returned 
promptly with the requested items held neatly in her hands.

"Very good." She reflected my smile back and added a hint of something 
more.   She knew what was coming.  She expected it... and wanted it.  
Behind the submissive posture and the quiet tones, was a brilliant 
mind, a loving heart, and a wonderful woman.  While her role was more 
than a game to us, there was never any doubt in either of our minds 
that her submission lasted only so long as she wanted it.  In all other 
things we hovered as equals, one better at this, the other better at 
that, always teaching each other and learning from each other.  Our 
relationship was a continuous seduction... not of the body, but of the 
mind. "Fit her with the gag.  Make sure it is secure.   And fit the 
straps as much under her hair as possible.... I don't want them pulled 
loose when I wrap those auburn curls around my hand."

Sasha's small yet strong hands pulled the straps of the simple gag 
tight against Renae's mouth with skill and just the right amount of 
loving malice.  When she was satisfied with the results, she stood at 
an easy attention again, holding the remaining items on proper display.  
She knew what I would next command, but enjoyed waiting for me to say 
it.

"Miss Renae.  Place your arms behind your back as if Presenting."   
With only the barest of hesitations, she reached her arms behind her 
back and clasped her hands to her arms.  "Miss Sasha. Secure her."   
The olive-skinned young woman took the two 6-foot pieces of soft nylon 
rope and wove an intricate series of hitches and knots around the pale, 
well-toned arms in front of her.  She smiled with a small bit of pride 
at the craftsmanship of her work, then returned again to an easy 
posture of attention.   "Excellent.  Now, the collar."   The collar was 
the first one I had bought for Sasha. Now well-worn, it's finish was 
scuffed and broken in several places. It had served it's purpose well, 
and Sasha had more than earned the several new collars which had 
replaced it.  The design was simple;  a single strap of leather, each 
end wrapped through a single ring of steel and fastened back upon 
itself.  The snaps were now slightly worn, and unable to handle the 
more solid tugs which often occurred during our activities.   For Miss 
Renae, however, it would suffice.

Without being told, Sasha returned to her place in front of me and 
again kneeled in the proper pose.

"Now." I addressed both of them, but spoke mostly to Renae.  "Tonight, 
you are my slave.  You will follow my commands, you will defer to my 
wishes, you will fulfill my desires.  If you do it properly, you will 
find that it will also be fulfilling your own desires.  You will find 
that a large part of what pleases me is seeing that you are pleased...  
In the ways I want."  I reached over to the small table and took a slow 
sip from my scotch.  "Tonight, there will be no safewords." Renae's 
head snapped up and her eyes grew wide.  "There will only be the truth.  
If you want me to stop, you say 'stop'.  I will stop immediately.  
After making sure that you are alright, I will start again.  Maybe with 
the same thing... maybe with something else.  You may do that twice.  
The third time you say 'stop'. I will stop.  And I will not start 
again.   Ever.  If I hear it 3 times tonight--no matter how much time 
passes between them--I will hand you your clothes, show you to the 
door, and you will not be allowed to return.  So make sure you mean 
what you say.  This is, perhaps, the cruelest thing I will do to you 
tonight:  I will force you to be honest--with me, and with yourself.   
Do you understand?"

Renae paused for several long seconds, her eyes darting from Sasha to 
me to the floor and to random places within the loft.  She took one... 
then two deep breaths, sucking in through her nose and biting harder on 
the bar of rubber between her teeth.   After the second breath was 
released, she nodded crisply, and attempted to mumble a "Yes, sir" from 
behind the gag.  Sasha simply smiled brightly, and with a lovingly evil 
glint.

That feeling was reflected in my own smile.

"Now.  It seems you got off to a bit of a bad start, Miss Renae.  That 
will not do.  You must learn that I expect prompt, accurate obedience.  
However, since you are new, I am going to be slightly generous to you.  
Miss Sasha, please help Miss Renae to stand."  The shorter woman stood 
and took her new partner by the arm, helping her to her feet. "Stand 
here."  I pointed to the spot just to the right of my feet.  "Miss 
Sasha.  Undo her jeans and pull them down just below her ass."  Sasha 
stepped behind the taller woman, reached around, and unsnapped Renae's 
jeans.  With just a hint of teasing, she drew down the zipper, letting 
the sides fall slightly open.  She slipped her small hands--palms flat 
to the paler skin of Renae's stomach--down into the front of the bound 
woman's pants, brushing the edges of the already damp slit hidden 
inside, and drew them around to the sides of the smoothly-curved hips.  
Then, flipping her hands palms out, she grasped the waist of the jeans 
and pealed them down over Renae's hips and ass, stopping just below the 
curve of her ass.   I was pleased to see that there was nothing 
underneath.  I wouldn't have minded if she'd worn some form of panties-
-it simply would have been one more piece of clothing to play with--but 
the fresh nakedness was attractive, and told me that Renae had done 
this on purpose.

"Lay her across my lap."  With her arms bound behind her, Renae could 
not have gotten herself properly positioned.  Sasha, however, was an 
excellent assistant, and with very little adjustment needed, the taller 
woman was laid across my lap, so that her tight stomach spanned the 
tops of my thighs, her pert breasts hung in free air to the left of my 
legs, while to the right, her own legs, locked together as they were by 
the pants at her thighs, could neither reach the ground to kneel, nor 
straighten out to gain purchase.  She had no support anywhere; all her 
weight being supported by her abdomen across my legs.

"Miss Sasha.  As I am being kind tonight, you will assist the both of 
us. Stand there and hold Miss Renae's head up for her."  Sasha took her 
position directly in front of the redhead's face, and using only the 
tips of her fingers, lifted Renae's chin until the bound woman looked 
strait into the button on the front of Sasha's jeans.  "As I said, Miss 
Renae, I am being generous tonight.  I am not requiring that you wear 
the nipple clamps.... though it would be wonderful to use the new pair 
I bought with the bells on them... each time you flinch or spasm, they 
make the most wonderfully clear ringing.  Oh well.. Another night, 
perhaps.  And since I can't expect you to have the discipline to keep 
your voice about you, I've allowed you to wear the gag.  This, of 
course, means that Miss Sasha will have to keep count for you.  I do so 
hope she doesn't get distracted and forget where we are.  It would be a 
shame to have to start over because we didn't know the count."  I let 
my hand, strong and slightly calloused from years of hard work, rest on 
her ass and move slowly around, feeling, caressing the soft, cool 
flesh; smooth, inviting.  I stayed away from the damp patch between her 
tightly constrained thighs... for now.  Though I did allow my dry, 
rough finger to venture into the crack between those beautiful cheeks, 
and brush against the tight knot of her anus.  She flinched a bit, 
trying to hold still, but was betrayed by her body.   She must have 
remembered the last time she decided to play at being a sub.  I would 
definitely have her there again tonight.   But later.  Now was for 
different pleasures.  "What I will not be generous on, however, is 
numbers or strength.   You were 1 minute late.  That is 5 strokes.  You 
failed to address me properly.  That is 10.  You dropped from 
Presentation pose without permission.  That is 5.  You laughed when you 
addressed me as 'sir'.  Oh yes, I saw that.  That is 15.  And you owe 3 
to Miss Sasha for assisting you.  That comes to 38." I leaned down and 
spoke softly into her ear, burying the side of my face in the soft, 
sweet-smelling curls of auburn hair.  "And I will add one more for not 
knowing enough to have that tight asshole of yours properly oiled.  You 
didn't think I would let you out of here tonight without fucking your 
beautiful ass, did you? Next time, be better prepared, or the price 
will go up."  I sat back up as I once again let my finger trace the 
crack of her ass, letting the tip of my finger brush a little more 
firmly against the tight knot at its center.  "That makes 39.   A very 
good number, I do believe.  They aren't actual lashes, but it is still 
a good number." 

Without warning, I swiftly raised my hand and brought it down hard 
acrsoss her ass.  The resounding slap fiercely broke the quite of the 
room, causing Renae to jerk forcefully in my lap.  "That one doesn't 
count.   Miss Sasha, if you will count, please."

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."

I again raised my arm, and took a brief moment to glance Renae's face.  
The bit I could see from my perspective showed shock and pain at the 
strength of my strike, a flash realization that this was no longer 
teasing, but actually happening, and an underlying anticipation for the 
next strike.

*Slap*  "One, sir."*Slap*  "Two, sir."*Slap*  "Three, sir"*Slap*  ....* 
* *

 After the last strike, I rested my hand on the hot red flesh. Renae's 
body was damp with a thin layer of sweat, and my lap was damp with her 
arousal. Her nose flared as the rapid breaths rushed in and out, and 
her eyes closed tight in reaction to both the pain and the sexual rush 
that came with it.

Without a word moved my hands; I spread the long fingers of my right 
hand so that my slender middle finger slid easily between the wet labia 
while my thumb pressed firmly against the tight knot of her anus. My 
left hand slipped underneath her chest to seize a tight, hard nipple 
and, ignoring how it bucked from her body's efforts to breath rapidly 
and deeply, pinched the small, sensitive knot of pleasure-receptive 
nerves.

As the finger of my left hand pinched, my right thumb pressed harder 
and massaged forcefully in small circles--never even trying tg gain 
entrance. I followed the same motions with my long middle finger--only 
in wider circles--deep within her, as the two fingers to either side 
clenched and massaged the swollen lips of her cunt.

It took less than 30 seconds to bring her to orgasm, almost two minutes 
before it became too much for her, another 30 seconds before I stopped, 
and almost 5 minutes before she stopped shaking.

"Hmmm....you look so sexy when you come. Doesn't she, miss Sasha?"

"Yes, sir."

"Help her off my lap, but leave the rest as it is."

Using Renae's long curls and bound arms as handles, Sasha pulled the 
taller woman off my lap. Hobbling backwards a couple steps--her jeans 
still pulled down below her ass, preventing her upper less from moving 
much more than an inch--she dropped again to her knees. I raised my 
eyes to Sasha behind her, so patient tonight. I pointed to the floor in 
front of me "kneel." She took the position quickly and with grace. I 
said nothing, but simply stood. Knowing mm wishes, she reached up, 
unbuttoned the waist of my black jeans, and pulled down the zipper. 
With practiced skill, she slid the pants down my legs and off. I sat 
again as she neatly folded the pants an laid hem to the side. 

"Present." she stood as commanded. "turn."  I took several long seconds 
to admire the beauty of her back and ass.  Smooth, graceful muscles 
stood out just enough to be sexual without looking masculine.  I 
reached out and stroked my right hand along the curve of her hip; 
traced the outline of the pockets on the comfortable, faded denim, and 
then down the center seam as it ran down the center of her ass.  
Whether covered in old denim, tight leather, fine silk, or naked, I 
never ceased to admire the shape of her ass.  'Exquisite' was the word 
that most often came to mind.  Perhaps the second most often was 
'target'...  But the two were not mutually exclusive.

A twinge from my groin brought me out of my admiration and back to more 
immediate matters.  Using the built-in clasps, I locked Sasha's hands 
in their current position.  While these restraints were not as tight as 
most subs would like, they allowed for a little bit of struggle, which 
often added to my appreciation of the bondage.  If I wanted them 
tighter, there was a place for 3 leather cinch-straps to be added in a 
matter of seconds.  Tonight, however, I felt like watching the 
struggle.  And hearing the sound of the metal catches as they jerked 
against the silver rings.With a playful slap on her firm ass, I told 
her once again to turn around.  "Kneel."  With practiced ease and 
sensual grace, she slipped into position;  back straight and head 
slightly bowed, she bent at the knees, and dropped her hips straight 
down, as her knees met the ground, she lifted her body forward, flexed 
her feet, bringing them flat out behind her, then eased back until her 
ass sat on her heels.  I watched as she bit her lip ever so slightly, 
and rocked forward just the faintest bit.

"You may begin."

"Thank you, Master Indigo"

She leaned forward and place her lips on the tip of my cock, kissing it 
gently once, as she has been trained to do.  Before she began in 
earnest, I ran my right hand through her short hair, and clenched a 
firm handful into my fist, pulling it just tight enough for the pain to 
hover at the edge of her perception.  At times, I would tighten up so 
she could feel it crisply. 

There are aspects of our sex where I am often prefer to let her have 
almost complete free reign.  Sucking me off is one of these.  Nothing I 
could command her to do could match her own techniques.   The 
anticipation and surprise more than made up for giving up control for 
that small part of the evening.

Tonight she started slow; licking up the sides with a wet, warm tongue. 
Bathing it.  Getting to know it again, like an old friend.  Tonight, 
however, she could sense that I wasn't in the mood for a long, slow 
tease.  Not one where 30 or 45 minutes could go by while she played 
with my cock, licking, nibbling, kissing, teasing.  Without preamble, 
or warning, she opened her mouth and slid it almost all the way down 
the wet shaft in one slide.  With powerful strokes of her tongue, and 
contractions of her throat against the head, she brought me up the last 
little bit until I finally crested the sensation and sent burst after 
burst of semen down her throat.  She never stopped with her stroking, 
only changing in rhythm to swallow as I filled her mouth.  Small drops 
slipped out between her lips, sparkling bright white against the dark 
red.  At last, the intensity was too much, and I yanked back on her 
hair, pulling her mouth off of me.   I knew what she would do, and 
before she could slip out her tongue to lick up the stray strands on 
her lips and chin, I croaked out "No."

"Renae."  She jerked noticeably as I said her name, breaking out of her 
almost trance-like stare.  "Clean her off."  She looked at me, not 
understanding.  "Come over here to Miss Sasha, and lick my cum off her 
lips.  Clean her."

I reached over, unbuckled the simple gag and pulled it from her mouth. 
Then sat back and watched as Renae hobbled the few feet to Sasha. She 
leaned forward and began to lick the few stray drops from Sasha's lips; 
more in resignation than desire at first. Sasha, however, wanted more. 
As Sasha's mouth pressed back against Renae's, her tongue searching, 
demanding access, Renae slowly succumbed to the contagious passion of 
my first slave, and began to kiss back.

At that moment, I knew one of the greatest pleasures a Master can know. 
Any man may have his way with a woman--even two or more at once- -but 
not like this. 

Before me were two women I loved--each in a different way-- kneeling, 
bound and bare-breasted. One was having what I knew to be her first 
sexual experience with another woman, and it started with her tasting 
the remains of my come on the other woman's lips. They did it beause I 
told them to; not out of fear, not because I forced them to, but 
because they trusted me. That is far more power than anyone who must 
rely on fear or physical coersion could ever know.

Even as my mind wandered a bit, Ii kept my eyes on the women in front 
of me. Sasha had spread her legs, allowing Renae to shuffle forward 
between them. With their hands bound behind them, they could not hold 
each other, could not touch or caress; their only contact was at their 
mouths and, now that they had crept together, their breasts and 
shoulders.

Sasha had become more agressive--as I knew she would--and began moving 
her assault beyond Renae's mouth. Renae's back arched and her head 
stretched back as Sasha's lips, teeth, and tongue worked their way down 
the exposed neck to the smooth shoulders and tight chest beneath. The 
same mouth that had worked so skillfully on me was now working just as 
skillfully on the pert breasts of my sometime lover.

I appreciated the way Sasha rolled a hard nipple between her teeth 
while swiping across its tip with her tongue. She suddenly would switch 
to suck the entire end of the perfectly-shaped A-cup into her mouth and 
slowly work back out until, once again, only the sensitive nipple was 
caught between her teeth. I watched for several minutes as the 
intensity and arousal of both women rose before I decided it was once 
again time to take part. "Enough."  Sasha almost growled at my 
interruption but followed the command swiftly and without protest.  
"Sasha.  Stand.  Turn."   I could almost feel the disappointment as I 
unhooked her arms.  "I know, Miss Sasha.  But tonight is about Miss 
Renae, and I need your help for what I have in mind.  Don't worry.  
I'll make it up to you.  Now go get the lotion from the chest.  And the 
other bottle as well.  I need to you to tend to Miss Renae...while she 
tends to me."  Her arms freed, Sasha walked over to the cedar chest and 
pulled out two small bottles.  "Miss Renae, please turn around to face 
me."  Fighting with her bound hands and constrained legs, she managed 
to turn around to face me.  "Ah, thank you, Miss Sasha. Set the bottles 
on the floor behind Miss Renae, and bring me your gag."

After Sasha brought the gag and knelt at my feet, I slipped the harness 
over her head, snugged the bright red ball into her mouth, and fastened 
all the straps.  Her newest gag was a complex interweave of rings and 
straps that encased her entire head in a spider web grip.  The thick, 
wide strap running around her forehead resembled a barbarian crown with 
the steel rivets shining brightly in the dim light of the room.  Once 
the gag was in place, and Sasha's eyes regained their pleasant smile, I 
simply pointed to the bottles.  "Lotion, then the other.   I want her 
ready."

I turned my attention back to Renae.  "Miss Sasha is going to apply a 
little lotion to you, to help cool that burn, and smooth the paint that 
I'm sure still lingers.   After that, she use the oil to make sure that 
you're ready for me.   In the mean time, you will take me into your 
mouth and make sure that I am ready for you."

 

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