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Subject: {ASSM} "A Reluctant Master"[empath](MF bdsm anal span coll)[4/?]
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Warnings:

-Don't read this if you can't vote.  Don't read this if you don't like 
erotica.

-Also please do not attempt to make money off of MY story, as a lawsuit 
often offends.

-Oh, and don't lick cold metal - it hurths.;P


Prefatory apology:  Okay folks, this is chapter four...and unfortunately the 
last chapter - FOR NOW.  I've 'petered out' on this topic; I fully intend on 
finishing it off with at least two or three more chapters (the end of this 
chap. obviously leads to more), but I just don't have that thread right now. 
  I promise I'll hunker down and describe some of Karen & Dave's adventures 
as soon as I get the time!

And THANK YOU to everyone who took the effort to send me praise; it's the 
chief reason I won't let this story 'die on the vine.' :D

Best wishes, and happy reading,
Empath

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{ASSM}"A Reluctant Master"[empath](MF bdsm anal span coll)[4/?]

Author's note: This is a multi-part story that keeps evolving as
I write; I can't tell you how many chapters there'll be by the
time it's finished because of the way new things keep popping up
in my mind and demanding they be incorporated.:)

You should be able to find chapters one, two and three of this
opus in the same place as where you got this; you may well enjoy
this part on its own, but reading its antecedents may well
prevent any loose ends detracting from the story.


Additional warning: DAMN; I didn't think I had this in me - I've
always prided myself in being so 'vanilla'. :)  As a result, I
MUST warn you not to try emulating the events in this particular
story.  I've gone through a LOT of twisting and turning to get a
'safe environment' set up for these activities, and sex with
people you don't know that well is risky enough as it is,
without the complications that pain and restraint add...

===============

A Reluctant Master, part 4
By empath
December 2001

=========

Karen had been telling me of her time in college that got her
interested in bondage, dominance and submission.  My wife
accused me of nodding off - which I naturally denied and was
found innocent when I recounted everything she told me.  We
agreed that we were both tired and decided to get to bed before
letting her carry on with the story.  We helped each other
upstairs, undressed ourselves, and snuggled under the covers
together.

"Now, where was I?"

"You'd had the rules of your sorority initiation spelled out to
you and had made your vow to be a sex slave for a month to
become a Chi Omega Rho.  You were just getting handed over to
your new master, Dave Silva - a handsome Native American-ish
feller, I recall."

"Right..."

                      *         *          *

"Hello, slave Karen."  His voice was like Napoleon brandy;
strong, soft, and oh so rare.

I actually stammered a little before handing over my leash.  "H-
hello, Master."  My hands went to his belt of their own accord.

But before I could unbuckle him, he grasped my hands to stop me
and stood me up.  "I don't think so, slave.  We can do that
later.  I'd rather get to see exactly what I'll be working with.
Take off your clothes."

I hesitated, uncertain.  I really wanted to strip myself naked
for this man, but all the people around me...

His voice wafted into my ear like alcoholic fumes, soft and
persuasive.  "Now, now, little slave.  Remember that you'll be
spending most of your free time this coming month in the same
state of dress; all I'm doing is getting you started early."
Still my hands didn't move, more out of fear than reluctance.

"The other guys actually asked things of their slaves that could
have been refused - public blow-jobs and the like are voluntary.
I, on the other hand have requested you do something that is
/de/rigeur/ for you; and still you refuse?  This is going to be
a busy month for your ass, slave."  It was thrilling for him to
speak so coarsely and eloquently in the same breath, and all
with such a gentle tone of voice!

I finally found my voice.  "Master, please."

"What is it, slave?"

"I...I don't know if I can undress myself right now; I want to,
but..."

I raised my hands, and he felt their trembling as he held them.
"I see, slave.  Sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusion.  Most
certainly I'm willing to help you disrobe."  And he kissed my
earlobe ever so gently.

And let me tell you, Becky was right - I'd lucked out to the
extreme.  Having Dave undress me was the sexiest thing I'd done
at the time.  He made me forget about everyone else in the room.
And I think he had an affect on them too; the other masters got
whoops and cheers as they had the slaves perform their first
subservient acts, but it was quiet in the room, with only the
heavy breathing of a lot of us broke the silence.

Every square inch of skin that he exposed was kissed or
caressed.  My breasts were flushed and their nipples erect
before he took my bra off, but they seemed to swell as he
revealed them to the room.  And the little love-bites he gave my
nips actually caused me to shiver with little climaxes.  When
Dave slid my panties down, they left wet trails down my thighs.
He had me step out of the sopping undies and twirl for our
audience, clad only in the studded slave collar.  I was rewarded
with a nearly unanimous sigh.

Then he led me back to my...or now HIS chair.  I knelt beside
him and rested my head on his knee with devotion.

Fran was flushed and distracted when Teresa nudged her.  "Ah,
yeah.  Right.  Now we will give you a little demonstration here.
It will show you both what we mean when we say you're protected,
and illustrate what you can expect from punishment."  She looked
to the two fraternity brothers waiting behind the table.  "Tom,
Phil - since you're unoccupied at the moment, would you care to
assist Teresa?"  They nodded and the three people exited the
room through the door the Rhos came in.

They soon returned with a naked man.  He had a collar around his
neck like us slaves, and Teresa led him with a leash.  Each of
the other guys held one of the man's arms as they brought him
before the table.

The pledge-Mistress addressed us.  "This...thing thought he
would introduce his slave to the wonders of anal sex last year.
She objected, but he had her restrained at the time and carried
on anyway; instead of easing her into this properly, he clumsily
fucked away at her ass and ruptured her because of it.  The poor
girl spent a week in a hospital bed before the doctors said she
was safe to walk.  His fraternity has agreed to let us punish
him - the other brothers here can witness as to what we do; if
they decide we didn't go far enough, they'll tack on a few more
things."

Teresa looked over to one of the couches of Mu's.  "Trish, would
you like to come up here?"  The sister nodded, and stood.  She
sighed deeply as she smoothed down her skirt, then joined the
others.  When she got there, she stopped and looked the naked
Rho in the eye.

"I'm sorry; I was wrong, Trish."  He seemed quite sincere.

She gave him a peck on the cheek.  "I know, Ed.  Thank you.  You
still have to go through this, though."  He set his jaw and
nodded solemnly.

"Ed?" Teresa asked, to get his attention.  "We're going to strap
you down and give you two dozen lashes with a paddle."

He nodded again.  "Right."

"And...then we're going to show you how to open up someone's
asshole for the first time."  His eyes widened as he realised
how Terry intended to do that.  Ed swallowed nervously, then
said, "Th...that'd be a good idea."

Dave's hand stopped stroking my hair.  "Oh, Terry - could I
speak with you for a moment?"  He kindly shifted my head before
standing and before he walked up to the others, placed my leash
on the chair and directed me to stay put.

He spoke quickly with the Pledge-Mistress, our chapter president
and also the frat boy about to be punished.  After some
conversation - where my master's tone took an obvious persuasive
bent - the four of them looked over at me.  I blushed from the
attention.

Teresa came down and hunched down as she spoke to me.  "Slave?
Your master has asked something of us.  Firstly he wishes to
have you punished for dragging your feet in obeying him; I'm
sorry, but he's got a point - you did have to obey him in
stripping down."

"It's okay, Mistress - I was nervous about everyone else around
me.  I agree with the punishment."

"Okay; it'll be six strikes with the paddle, and you'll be tied
down on the table in front of everyone." My pussy clenched at
that, and I gasped.  "Relax; I have a feeling you'll like it,
slave."

I shared the smile with Teresa.  "That's what I'm afraid of, I
think."

Terry nodded, then frowned a little.  "The first thing we have
to discuss is that Dave wants two people to spank you - himself
striking you right-handed, and someone else who is left-handed."

"Oh."  That didn't seem any worse that getting all six from
Dave.

"Yeah; it's not very upsetting - I can even see his point - but
it would mean that someone other than your master would be
hitting you; this is not what you agreed to, and we have to get
your consent."

"And you have it, Mistress; who is the southpaw?"

She smiled evilly.  "You should have asked before agreeing - I
am left-handed."

My stomach fluttered, and I smiled meekly at her.  "I'm looking
forward to it."

"I bet you are.  Next we'll be punishing Ed for what he did last
year.  The twist is, rather than uncuff you and put him in your
place, Dave suggested we leave you there and tie Ed down on top
of you while we spank...and then ass-fuck him."

I gasped; my ass would probably be tender from the spanking, and
then the guy would be pressing into it - I'd feel each swat he
received.  I steeled myself and said, "Sounds like fun."

Teresa looked at me with concern.  "I really hope that's not
bravado; when we interviewed you, you seem to be the type that
would really like being a slave - I took a chance in assigning
you Dave.  He's practically a pro at this; he's been playing
master for three years now, and each year he manages to get his
slave agreeing to things we wouldn't expect of her.  The
best...or worst...part is that she really enjoys it.  He could
sell ice to the Eskimos, and sand to the Arabs; I really think
he should've chosen law instead of business.

"But as you've been told before; if you're not sure you want to
go through with this - TELL US.  We don't want guilty
consciences, quite apart from what this could do to you."

I smiled in thanks and put my hand on Terry's.  "It's okay - you
chose well; I never thought about this sort of thing much before
today, but I...I know I'll like it."

"Good, because there's one last twist...Dave wants Ed's cock in
your pussy while we punish him."

I was silent, chewing my lip while I tossed this around in my
head.

"This is big - it's technically fucking someone other than your
master.  And someone you don't know - I doubt you've met Ed
before, or ever will again."  That brought another clench to my
moistening pussy.

"I mean, obviously he's safe - we wouldn't have let him into the
training program, but still...it's your decision."

I took a deep breath, and handed my leash to Teresa.

She looked at it dumbly for a moment, then shook her head as she
regarded my determined expression.  "I wish I had your guts,
girl."

Terry led me to the group by the table.  She nodded to Dave and
simply said, "All of it."  Everyone was somewhat
surprised...everyone except my master.  He was quietly pleased.

I took a moment to look over at the couch of sisters; Becky was
chewing on a knuckle, but with the corners of her mouth turned
up in a smile, and her eyes twinkling with satisfaction.  She -
more than anyone - had an idea of what I was in for, and was
glad she'd found someone she could share the experience with.

They had me bend over the table, my arms stretched out to the
far corners.  Then they took some cloth, tied the wide strips
around my wrists and then fastened the loose ends to the table
legs.  My master had me spread my legs just enough to have my
belly pressing into the cushioned table, but my derriere thrust
up, waiting its punishment.

Dave's whiskey-fumes voice was in my ear again, intoxicating me.
"Are you comfortable, my dear little slave?"

The idea popped in my head and I had to say it.  "No, but that's
rather the point, isn't it, Master?"  The people around me
laughed, my master most of all.

I felt a hand stroking my shoulders.  "If we need to adjust your
bonds-" he began.

"No; it's okay - I'm ready."

SMACK!  It must've been Teresa hitting me first, before I was
even finished speaking 'ready' became a squeak.  It was mostly
shock, and before I had a chance to think about it, Dave had
come back to position and given me his first blow.

Then they paused before the second set of lashes.  I realised
why they were doing that as my cheeks began to burn - the blood
was rushing back into the affected area, inflaming the flesh and
making it even more sensitive.

WHACK!  I'd managed to keep silent from the first pair of blows,
but Terry's second strike caused me to yelp.  Dave's second
brought out more of a squeak from my closed mouth.

Then I felt his fingers stroking over my already sore bottom,
burning their way across my tortured flesh.  "It's okay to
vocalise, slave - I didn't tell you to keep quiet.  I apologise
for not being more specific, so from here on in you can assume
you're allowed to cry out in pain," he whispered as his fingers
slipped within my cleft and found dampness I hadn't realised was
present, "or moan from pleasure, unless otherwise instructed."

Then the pledge-mistress gave me her third swing, and I half
cried, half-moaned.  My master's final stroke elicited a groan -
already I was going from pain to pleasure with this!

Then there was a hushed conversation, while I waited for the
next act of this performance with hard nipples scratching
against the tablecloth.

"Okay, *he's* ready, but-"

"My slave is prepared as well."

"Dave? Dry-dock is the reason I'm in this predicament in the
first place!  Make sure she's ready for me first!"

"And that's why you made such a lacklustre dominator - a good
spanking gets a woman ready; check her yourself."  And I felt a
finger gently touch my nether lips and wet itself with my
juices.

"Right, then."

"Yes, so assume the position."  I heard some shuffling, and felt
a hardness against my pussy.

At this point, my master crouched in front of me, looked at me
tenderly as he stroked my cheek, then gave me a kiss.

It was tender and tentative at first, but my lips parted as Ed's
prick entered me, and Dave mimicked that intrusion by
insinuating his tongue.  I groaned into his mouth, and once the
other man was completely inside, his thighs against mine, my
master ended the kiss.  He ran a fingertip over my panting lips.
"Good little slave."

Then I felt Ed lying on top of me, pressing my tender breasts
into the table.  "Uh, hi - sorry about all this; bit of a
strange turn of events, huh?"

Teresa came around near our heads.  "Don't talk to the slave,
Ed.  You're here to be punished and made an example of, not
socialise."

"Sorry."

"Not yet, you're not."  And as Teresa fastened two sets of cuffs
between Ed's wrists and mine, her voice did a mediocre
impersonation of Yoda.  "But you will be...you will be."  Both
Ed and I chuckled.

"Ed?  Grasp her hands.  Yes, like that so the cuffs are slack.
Now I'd like for you to try to stay like that - if I find red
marks on the slave's wrists..."  I felt Ed's fingers clench into
mine where the fingers were interlocked.

Terry looked me in the eye.  "You okay?"

"Oh, YEAAAAAH," I replied.

She gave me a disapproving look.  "Yes, *what*?"

"Yes, Mistress," I chirped, and she tweaked my nose as she
stood.

"Okay Ed, this is how it's going to go; first Tom and Phil here
will give you a total of twenty-four strokes.  That will get you
warmed up for the main punishment, and also your lesson.  Trish
will show you how an asshole is supposed to be prepared before
its first fuck."

I felt Ed sigh deeply above me.  "Yes, I understand."

"She'll lubricate you FIRST, then work from one finger to two
and THEN the main event."

Ed swallowed nervously.

"Don't look so frightened, Ed.  It's only a dildo; see?"  Teresa
held a fake penis in our view.  "It isn't even as big as your
dick.  And believe me, you'll be able to take it all before
she's done with you."

"Yes, ma'am."  The poor guy sounded sick.

Then I heard something indistinct said behind us.  "What, Dave?"
Terry walked around us to speak with my master.  They spoke
quietly, below the threshold of my hearing.  Then our pledge-
mistress burst out laughing.  "Oh, SHIT Dave; you're just evil!"

"Of course; that's why you keep taking me on for this stuff."

"Okay, Ed - Dave has one more condition to impose.  Since you're
just getting punished, and not supposed to get any enjoyment
from having your dick inside Dave's slave, you have to hold back
your orgasm."

"Uh-huh."  Poor Ed sounded absolutely defeated.

"Yes," and now Terry's voice got husky, "you're not to cum while
that hard cock of yours is sheathed inside this nubile slave's
hot, tight cunt." I could feel Terry's body as she lay next to
us and spoke right into Ed's ear.

"Oh, you poor, poor boy.  Do you know what'll happen to you if
you don't?  Let me TELL you."  I could feel him shivering on top
of me.

"First, if you don't make it through the spanking before
shooting your big load of hot cum into this tight little slave,
well, Tom and Phil will have to start over.  I'm SURE that
they'll lose count if they have to watch this little slave
writhe and climax on your hot spurting cock."

"NNNNN...uh-huh?"  I'll give him credit - he was trying his best
not to cum, but I'd taken the hint and was working my pussy
muscles on the turgid manhood inside them.

"And even if you do survive the spanking, you may have trouble
not spraying your thick, sweet seed when Trish starts working on
your ass."  Teresa sounded totally different now; gone was the
hard bitch of a pledge-mistress.  Now a coy 'little-girl' voice
was assaulting Ed's fortress of self-control...and winning.

"Do you know about the prostate gland, Eddie?  It's really
important to your system down there, you stud.  and it's very
close to the rectum; a proctologist will check it by sticking a
finger up your ass, big boy.  And it's a known fact that
stimulating the prostate back there will cause an erection where
none exists.

"I wonder what will happen if someone strokes the prostate of a
big, well-hung stud who already has his long, thick cock erect
and stuffed in some tight little pussy?  We'll find out, won't
we?"

Ed groaned in agony.

"Anyway, if you don't make it through Trish's 'ass-training',
she'll stop, wipe you clean, and the guys will come back to give
you another six lashes before she starts over from scratch.  And
then at least the slave down here will get some pleasure because
Trish'll be working on your prostate again - I bet she'll love
to feel your big shank hardening inside her sopping quim.  Won't
you, slave?"

At this point I was breathing pretty hard myself.

"Eh, slave - I asked you a question!"  Terry reached under us
and pinched my nipple.  I gasped, blurted out "Yes, Mistress!"
and clenched my vaginal muscles.

That action brought all this to a premature end - Ed lost it.  I
felt his breath hotly against the back of my neck, and maybe
only I heard the strangled gargle coming from his mouth.
Certainly I was the only one who could really enjoy his hot cum
spurting into my pussy.  His orgasm, coupled with Teresa's
stimulating my nipple, triggered mine.  I whined as I shook
beneath the cumming frat boy.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my.  WHAT are we going to do with you, Ed?  We
haven't even *begun* yet!  Dave; we didn't expect this, so what
kind of penalty should we give him?"

My master chuckled.  "I'm not sure.  Maybe add six strokes to
his spanking?"

"Yeah, we don't want to hit that butt of his too much; it'd
probably blister after about sixty lashes."

I felt my master step closer to us.  "No; his skin's soft - I'd
say only forty of fifty before we'd have to take a break."

Teresa sighed.  "Yep; this is going to be a long night."

                      *         *          *

"And you know something?  She was right."

I hugged my wife closer.  "Wow."

Kar pressed her face to my shoulder.  "Hmmmm.  Are you okay with
this, Pete?"

"Huh?"

"I mean you're not jealous about my racy past?"

I kissed her forehead.  "Not at all.  I just wish I'd pledged to
Tau Rho!"

"Oh, you!"

I yawned, which naturally set my wife off as well.  I reached
over and turned off the bedside lamp.  "G'nite, my sweet little
slave of a wife."

"Good night, Master."

After a few minutes, something occurred to me.  "Honey?"

"Mmmph?"

"One question that can't wait until tomorrow; was Dave 'that
stud'?"

"Pardon?"

"You know - the one that Teresa had 'tested', and warned you
pledges that he liked to fuck his slave to sleep."

"Oh, no - that was George; Judy's master."

"Ah."

Another pause.

"Hun?"

"Yeeees?"

"How did you find that out?"

It was pitch black, but I could feel Karen's evil smile.  "I'll
answer that question TOMORROW."


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