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     The outdoor sensor lights came on as he walked up the
driveway, I heard the click.  Putting the finishing touches on
his supper, I dashed to the foyer to await my master's arrival. 
It was Friday night and we had the whole weekend ahead of us.  I
wondered what he had in mind this weekend.
     The front door of his suburban split level opened and I saw
him enter from my kneeling position.  A snap of his fingers and I
was on my feet removing his light coat.  As I hung it on the coat
tree, he gestured me back to him.
     The kiss was long and passionate, as all of them were, but
not brutal.  The weekend would be one of dominance, not pain.  He
ended the kiss and smiled at me.  "I have a surprise for you,
slave girl."  He turned and beckoned.
     The girl who had been kneeling on the porch came in.  She
was smaller than I, but prettier.  Her blonde hair flowed almost
to her waist, and she was naked under the coat.  "Off with the
coat," he snapped at her, and she dropped it gracefully.  Irrita-
tion must have been showing on my face, because he laughed.  "No,
pretty, she's not a replacement.  She's a present for you.  You
have switch-rights, and she will obey you, except when it con-
flicts with my orders."
     I kissed him in gratitude.  "Thank you, Master.  We will
please you.  Now, your supper awaits."
     "Heel," he commanded both of us.
     "Heel," I snapped at the girl.
     "Yes, Mistress," she said softly.
     Dinner was a long affair.  For a moment, I was unsure if my
master would follow the usual procedure.  He did, having one of
us kneel on either side.  I had been cooking since I had stopped
work at three that afternoon and he sat down to Beef Burgundy
over popovers, a marinated artichoke, and there was a fruit
compote waiting in the refrigerator.  As he ate, he slipped us a
bite of food now and again, usually by hand.  I was careful not
to bite his fingers, but did not hesitate to lick and suck on
them.
     "Since you seem to be so aroused, pet, perhaps you should
put that tongue to work," he commented, nudging me to move
between his knees.  I began to kiss him lightly through the pants
he wore.  As it woke to my ministrations, I unzipped his pants
and went to work.
     Long training had made me capable of overcoming my gag
reflex, and I took all of him.  Ever since I had stopped work and
checked the plan file which said to be prepared for a surprise, I
had been wondering.  It was our custom on Fridays for me to stop
work early, lock the computer room until Monday, clean house,
strip and fix supper.  I would await his arrival nude, wearing
only the collar he had locked on me two years ago.  My job
permitted me to work from the home, and our lifestyle was not
conducive to me working outside because of awkward questions.
     I had been aroused since I had started my toilette this
afternoon, and now he had chosen me to prepare him for the
evening.  A tap on my shoulder told me it was enough and I
reluctantly tucked him away.  I was rewarded with more food, the
last bite on the plate.  I rose and removed the dessert from the
refrigerator.  The girl cleared the table into the dishwasher,
leaving only his glass and dessert fork.  I smiled and nodded at
her.
     We each got a taste of the fruit and then he was finished
with dinner.  I cleared the rest of the table and turned on the
dishwasher.  My master poured himself a small glass of brandy and
left.  We followed him out to the recreation room.  So it was to
be love and not torture.  He had converted the basement into a
torture chamber and I had felt all of the instruments at least
once.
     The rec room was furnished with a conversation pit that had
been padded with pillows.  Various paintings of fantasy figures
hung on the wall; his face on most of them, mine on one or two. 
The girl, whose name was Valarie, was taking all this in.  We
followed him to the pit.
     "Please me," came the order.  "Vara, you first.  Gaila, you
are second, but don't be lazy."  We began removing his clothing. 
I was getting more aroused as time passed.  I found his body, all
of it, immensely desirable.  He was tall, taller than me, and
slender, but strong.  He could carry me without straining; no
mean feat since I outweighed him.  He had thick dark hair on his
head, but after that he was almost hairless to the waist.  I had
always found that a desirable characteristic.  His bottom was
flat and firm, and the legs were lightly furred and strong.  I
wanted him so badly that I bit my lip at his proclamation that I
was second.
     Taking peripheral mode, I kissed him and rubbed his smooth,
strong body.  Vara had him now, and there was nothing to be done. 
After a few moments of her moving atop him, he shoved her away. 
I smiled.  He had been hair-trigger tonight, but the next one,
mine, would take far longer.  He shoved me away, not wanting to
be touched after orgasm.
     Vara lay on her side, still aroused.  Her fingers strayed
between her legs, but she had not been given permission to
relieve her tension.  "May I relieve her, Master?" I whispered. 
He nodded.
     Moving to Vara, I rolled her onto her back.  She looked at
me.  "Hot slave," I said.  "Our master leaves you unsatisfied for
me to take."  I kissed her.  Her lips were full and soft, tasting
faintly of the raspberries from dinner.  She opened docily.  I
kissed her roughly.  I had always wanted a slave girl of my own
and now my master had been good enough to bring me one.  
     She didn't protest as I began rubbing her body.  She was
soft, yet firm in the right places.  Her little pink nipples were
hard when I got to them.  Pinching each hard enough to bring a
throaty moan, I took one in my mouth.
     My master had rolled up and was watching with interest as I
used his other slave.  The hard nipple just begged to be bitten
and I closed my teeth on it gently.  Vara pulled my head in to
her, and sighed.  Good, he had brought home a masochist.  I bit
down harder and she cried out.  He separated us, and she looked
hurt.
     "Please, Master, let Gaila finish," Vara begged.  "I am
aroused."
     Ignoring her, he looked at me.  "Gaila, are you ready?"
     "Yes, Master.  Please, yes."
     "Vara, fend for yourself.  Maybe, I'll let her have you
again."  With that, he threw me to my back and entered me with no
forewarning.  I was wet from what Vara and I had been doing, but
it was not enough.  He felt huge as he took me, and I shrieked my
ecstacy at having a real man between my legs.  It took forever
and was over far too soon.  He rolled off of me and shoved me at
Vara.
     "Clean each other out," he ordered.  We moved into position. 
Her tongue was soft and warm on my clit, and I could taste her
arousal.  She was soft here too, like satin.  I probed as deep as
my tongue could go, digging hard and deep.  She moaned against my
softness, and began to probe the same way.  After my master it
was not enough to satisfy me, but it was pleasant.  He watched as
we lay side by side, eating each other out.  Vara was beginning
to tremble under my mouth.  Moving my attention to her clit, I
started sucking gently on it.  That was all it took.  She cli-
maxed, rubbing against my face for better contact.
     "Enough, slaves.  Vara, you are the weaker of the two.  You
will both be punished tomorrow, Vara for weakening, Gaila for
failing to.  Now to bed, it will be a long day tomorrow, for both
of you.  Heel."
     We followed him up to the bedroom.  He locked the chain at
the foot of the bed to my collar after I returned from the
bathroom.  Vara was permitted her turn and she was locked to me. 
He had chained us together in the same 69 position.  The night
passed quickly.  I awoke first, and awakened Vara by a sharp nip
on her clit.  She woke up with a yelp, as I proceeded to indulge
myself on her soft flesh.  She was so soft as I dug my teeth into
a labia minora, and then thrust along her perineum with my
tongue.  Her yelp had awakened our master, who was not in a good
mood from the look on his face.
     "Into the shower, both of you," he said, after unlocking us. 
That was not a good sign.  Had he been in a good mood, he would
have ordered us into the oversized bathtub to bathe him.  Locking
our wrists to the hook in the ceiling, he scrubbed both of us
down, quickly and roughly.  Taking the portable shower massage,
he turned the water temperature up as hot as he could stand. 
Putting it on full stream, he aimed it between my legs and turned
off the cold water slowly.
     I writhed under the burning water, climaxing in spite of the
pain.  He moved it away and turned some cold back into it.  I saw
him move to Vara and felt her writhe under the heated spray.  She
arched her back against mine and begged for more.  Again, he
turned off the cold water.  She began to cry shortly after.  He
turned off the water and ran rough hands over my body.
     Pinching a nipple as he shoved three fingers up me with no
preliminaries, he sneered down in my face.  "You know you're in
trouble, don't you slave girl?"
     "Yes, Master."  I caught my breath as the last finger joined
the others.  His thumb played heavily on my burned clit.
     "You like this.  You want more, don't you?"
     "If my master wishes to grant me more, I will accept it."
     Vara hung sobbing behind me.  I cried out a bit as he forced
his entire hand into me.  It hurt, but made me feel incredibly
full.  "You are both so soft, I just want to hurt that softness
and exploit your weakness."  He clenched his fist and punched
upward, driving me off of my feet.  I couldn't react for a
moment, having had the wind knocked out of me, but then my voice
came back.
     "I love you, Master."  That one phrase was certain to make
him more angry.  I wanted all the pain he could give me, it
compensated for his goodness to me the rest of the time.
     "Stupid bitch.  I stand here torturing you and all you can
say is `I love you, Master.'"  He pulled his hand out, leaving a
vacancy.  Unhooking our wrists, he commanded, "Follow me down-
stairs."
     He led us down to the torture chamber, and strapped Vara to
the rack and suspended me from the ceiling.  I hated being
suspended, especially since I was acrophobic.  He took a pair of
laboratory clamps and hooked them to Vara's nipples.  She
squealed in pain.  Four snap rings came out of another drawer,
one for her clit, one for mine, two for my nipples.  I would
rather have had the burette clamps.
     Picking up his favorite whip, the five-bladed one, he swung
it idly, debating which should feel it first.  Vara got the first
few blows, across her belly and thighs.  His attention shifted to
me once he hit his stride, and I took ten blows across my back
and thighs.  I felt him readjust things and the whip handle
entered me.  It was thicker than he was, and more unyielding.  I
could feel the small brass studs scraping as he pumped it.
     It was too much, the clamps, the pumping, and everything
together.  I came, violent and shuddering.  I forced the whip
handle out by a few inches and could feel that I had beslimed his
hand.
     "Good.  That's the response I want, slave girl," he said,
running a brutal hand over my sore bottom.  I yelped a bit as an
unlubricated thumb poked rudely at my back door.  "Do you want
that?" he asked softly.  "You like it that way, don't you, you
slutty anal bitch?"
     "Do with me what you please, Master.  I want everything."
     "Greedy slut," he said, driving his thumb sharply into my
ass.  His ring finger slid up the other opening and his middle
finger rubbed my clit beneath the ring.  His index finger was
rubbing and probing and he found my urethra.  Every nerve ending
seemed to be afire and igniting all the others.
     I couldn't think or focus, all I could do was come.  Vio-
lently, repeatedly until I hung gasping for air and sobbing for
mercy in the chains.  He smiled sardonically and gave me five
more minutes of the stimulation.  I lost count at thirty orgasms. 
Seeing that I was wearing out, he pulled out one of the chastity
belts he kept.  It was the two spike model, done in leather and
plastic.  He was not in such a bad mood after all.  He could have
used the all iron one.
     Removing the clamp ring, he put the belt on me, adjusting
the spikes so that I was double-penetrated.  He turned his
attention to Vara on the rack.
     She lay helpless before him, seeming to want his abuse as
badly as I did.  I wanted to watch him hurt her soft body.  He
picked up a pack of cigarettes.  Since my master did not smoke, I
knew what would happen to the pretty little blonde.  He lit one
end of the long white tube and let it burn in an ashtray at the
head of the rack while he worked her nipples over.
     The burette clamps had left deep indentations and now he was
biting and sucking hard while pinching and rolling the other. 
Vara writhed underneath his hands and mouth, whether trying to
escape the pain or to increase it I was unsure.  When the ciga-
rette was almost gone in the ashtray, he looked at it in mock
surprise.
     "Nearly gone and I didn't even get a drag on it.  I'll just
have to put it out and light another," he commented, reaching for
it.  Vara's right nipple looked very sensitive and engorged.  She
screamed when he crushed the smoke out on it.  The burn was only
second degree and would probably blister.  With luck, she might
not even scar.
     "Thank you," she whispered, a glow in her blue eyes.  "Thank
you, Master."
     Turning on the fan to blow out the cigarette smoke, which he
hated with a passion, he lit a candle.  The rack was on swivel
supports, and he tilted her about 60 degrees.  The candle had a
good puddle of molten wax on it which he proceeded to drip on her
still aroused nipples.  Losing interest, he inserted the unlit
end into her, and tilted the rack a little lower so that he
didn't singe his fingers.  He pumped her with the candle, stop-
ping every now and again to drip wax on her still clamped clit. 
Moving between the legs of the Y shaped rack, he ran the unlit
end of the candle up her ass.  She was already coming, but that
set her off more.  Finally, he dug the wax off of her clit, blew
out the candle and stubbed the red-hot spark on the end out on
it.
He pulled out the iron three prong belt with what I called the
"clit-slit."
Running the iron rods up the three openings, he threaded her
through the slit and locked the belt.  Using one of the burette
clamps instead of the ring, he clamped her again to await his
attentions.  Taking out a ball gag, he put it on her.  Mine was
not a ball, but a shaft and I was forced to deep throat the thing
while he tightened the straps.
     He lowered me from my suspension and wrapped me in a net. 
Stringing the net to a nearby hook, he hung me off the ground and
left to eat lunch.  I looked at Vara and wondered if she was
enjoying herself like I was.  I wondered what was planned for the
afternoon.  Two more beatings, likely, followed by a screwing for
each of us.  Lots more verbal humiliation and possibly I would
get a chance at Vara.
     Lunch seemed interminably long, as my stomach reminded me
noisily that I had not eaten yet.  My mouth was drying out and I
was starting to choke on the shaft when my master returned.  He
looked thoroughly pleased with the sight before him and began
rummaging through the storage trunks to see what else he could
find.  Finding nothing to his liking, he lowered me down from the
nets and removed my gag.
     "You do not have permission to speak, slave girl," he
reminded me as I began swallowing and rubbing my jaw.  I nodded
and prostrated myself.
     He fired up the charcoal brazier and began heating small
pebbles.  Vara's belt had panels over the bases of the shafts
that could be slid aside.  He opened the back panel and filled
the rear shaft with hot pebbles.  Working fast, he filled the
front with ice cubes from the small refrigerator-freezer we kept
down there.  Caught between fire and ice, Vara writhed in pain
and ecstacy on the rack, and I remembered the first time he had
done it to me.  Unconsciously, I writhed with her.  My master
noted the undulations of my body before I did and laughed.
     "You remember what it feels like, don't you Gaila?" he
asked.  "Let her stop writhing and I'll let you have a turn at
her.  On my terms, that is."  He reached down and pulled me up to
him.  Looking into my eyes, and seemingly trying to pull my soul
out with his, he kissed me roughly.  My mouth was pried open, and
I fought his tongue.  He grasped my hair and held me still.  I
closed my teeth on his tongue, not hard, just a warning.  He
withdrew, and without warning thrust in again.  I bit him.
     "If that's the way you want it, bitch, that's the way you'll
get it."  I knew I would be punished from the tone in his voice. 
I submitted to being kissed.  He was still rough and the rough-
ness of it aroused me.  My lips were bitten, my jaws pried open,
and his tongue shoved around my mouth intrusively.  He let me up
for air, and I showered his face with light kisses of my own.
     "Hot slut," he mumbled affectionately.  "You always did like
having your mouth raped.  Maybe I should arrange for the rest of
you to be.  I wonder just how hot a gang-bang would make you." 
He looked over at Vara.  She lay exhausted on the rack.  "Your
punishment comes later," he told me.
     Going to her, he felt her belt and took it off.  He opened
the panels and let the water flow out into the drain and caught
the rocks in his hand.  Returning the pebbles to their jar, he
picked up a siamese dildo.  I had my suspicions of what Vara and
I would be doing to amuse him.
     He released Vara and removed her gag.  Leading her to the
stack of pillows arranged for his comfort, he had her lie down
and he slid one end of the dildo into her.  He beckoned me over
and, after removing my belt, had me lie between her legs with the
other head of the dildo inside of me.  We were to screw each
other with the phony phallus and the one who came the most in the
allotted time span would get the real thing when we were done.
     On his mark, we began.  I knew how to rub to get maximum
orgasmic potential from anything and so did she.  However, it
soon became apparent we were moving at cross purposes and neither
was going to make even a single orgasm before we were out of
time.  Bending the dildo in the middle, we sat up.  She bent one
leg over mine and I bent the other over hers.  We rubbed our hot
little clits together and I could feel the rest of her soft
wetness against mine.  We had our arms wrapped around each other
for support, but I took one out and began gently rubbing her soft
tits.  Her nipples were up and she arched into her first orgasm. 
I lowered my head and began nibbling on her hard little nipples.
     Soon enough it was my turn.  Three in a row shook me before
I calmed down enough to continue moving.  Those led to four more
in rapid succession.  I had lost track of Vara, save as a soft-
ness to rub against and a nipple to bite.  I released her nipple
after number ten when I drew blood.
     All too soon, our master's voice called "Enough!"  We clung
together for support, wondering who had won and realizing it
didn't matter.  The pillows beneath us were soaked and our bodies
were covered with sex flush, a thing I don't often get unless
ultra-aroused.
     "I counted fourteen for Gaila and seventeen for Vara. 
Gaila, to the post; Vara, stay put."
     Hanging my head, I walked to the whipping post he had
installed six months ago.  It was a lovely piece of work, carved
and shaped like a phallus, since that was all it really symbol-
ized.  There were three sets of manacles.  As was ritual, I
kissed the head and then the first set of chains.  Since I was
not told to stop, I knelt to kiss the second set.  "There," came
my master's voice.  I was kneeling before the very male post as
an acolyte before an altar, and in a way, it really was an act of
love and worship for me to do so.  He pulled my arms around the
post and locked the bracelets on.  A blindfold was produced and
used.  I felt beautifully helpless.
     I listened carefully as he took Vara on the pillows, hearing
her climaxes come in shattering waves until he stopped.  I wished
it was me, but I loved the feel of the smooth, vein-carved wood
against my face and the iron on my wrists.
     I heard steps approach and the sound of leather on skin. 
Then I felt a rough whip caressing my back and sides.  My legs
were spread on either side of the post and I rubbed against it to
ease the tension between my legs.
     "Lascivious slut," came the mocking voice from behind me. 
"If you could accommodate it, you'd fuck that post, wouldn't you? 
I've got something back in the trunk almost as large if you want
it.  But, right now, there are other matters to attend to."  The
whip whistled and came down on my shoulders.  I cried out and
writhed, trying to get away.  The hot sting was fading to a warm
glow that had me rubbing wetly against the post before the next
one landed.
     The blows came at random intervals, sometimes immediately
after each other, sometimes with pauses so long I wondered if he
was done.  Finally, he finished and I heard him walk away.  The
whip was put away and I heard him lift Vara out of the cushions.
     "She failed to derive as much pleasure as you did.  Beat
her," I heard him command.  The sharp snap of a willow switch hit
my back.  I hated the switches, but I knew our master would not
put a whip into a woman's hands.  After a few sharp blows, he
stopped her.  My back was on fire and I could feel welts raising
up.
     Unchaining me, I heard him tell Vara she was to be blind-
folded.  He led us to the pillows and began stroking us, telling
us to respond and touch.  The lack of sight was highly erotic and
my touch compensated for the blindness.  I could feel three hands
on me and a mouth on my nipple.  I had reached out and found one
of Vara's soft breasts and my master's strong shoulder.  My mouth
was searching for something to kiss or suck and I found a patch
of bare flesh.  I had no idea whose it was, but it tasted clean
and good.
     Moving a little lower, I found a belly-button with a faint
line of hair leading down from it.  I followed the hair, which I
knew would be black if I could see it, down to where my master
was waiting, hard and aroused.  He tasted good and felt huge.  I
felt a second head join mine.  Blindly, Vara and I warred over
the erection, sucking and licking, sometimes biting the other if
she intruded into our territory.
     "Enough, slave sluts," came the command.  "Remove your
blindfolds."  We obeyed.  "Come up here," he told us, and we
curled in, one on either side.  "You lovelies have been most
enticing, but it is getting late and I am hungry.  I do not wish
to wait for you to cook.  There is a party at Club 34 tonight and
I will take you both with me, as my slaves."  Club 34 was a male-
dominant nightclub and restaurant in our area.  "Upstairs, both
of you and change."
     He had planned this earlier, apparently, since clothing was
laid out on the bed for both of us.  I slipped into a wrap front
dress that allowed easy access to my breasts.  The skirt was slit
almost to my hips and my garter belt peeked through enticingly. 
Vara's was a tunic dress with a deep-vee neckline that exposed
her cleavage.  The tunic was a mere rectangle of cloth with a
finished neckline that went over the head and was belted.  Our
master decreed she was to belt it loosely so that her sides would
show.  Both of us were to wear very high heels, mine making me
well over six feet tall.  He locked a collar on her and super-
vised our jewelry, choosing long dangly gold earrings for us. 
They swung and chimed delightfully and hit my neck in subtle
patterns.  A gold cuff bracelet on our right wrists completed the
ensembles.  We were ready.
     He threw on a black shirt and led us out the door.  There
were leashes in the car, for no unleashed female was permitted in
Club 34, unless she was alone.  I had gone alone, looking for a
master, four years ago.  I found mine on my second night there,
and had never returned unleashed.
     The drive was short, and the pretty naked waitress led us to
the table.  Our leashes were secured to our chairs, and the girl
took our orders and disappeared.  The restaurant was almost
silent, although nearly full.  The girls were all under silence
orders, as they sat chained to their chairs.  After we ate, we
followed our master to the nightclub section.  The music was the
only sound here.  Many of the female patrons were in stages of
undress ranging from bared breasts to full nudity.  Some danced
with their masters, some alone for their master's pleasure.
     "Open your dress, Gaila.  Vara, loosen your belt.  I want
your pretty bodies on display.  I plan to rent you to anyone who
asks, kneel before the table."  We had already attracted the eyes
of some of the local college boys.  It was apparently their first
time here, since they were ogling all the women with abandon. 
They checked the posted etiquette sheet and noticed we were for
rent.
     Two of them walked over to us.  "Sir, we notice you have
slaves for rent.  How much?" the shorter one asked.
     "Sit down and we'll discuss it," said my master.  The taller
one's eyes were straying to me.  "You like her?" he asked.
     "Yes, sir.  She's very pretty.  She is also very tall to be
a slave.  She looks more like a mistress."  I had heard this
echoed before.
     "There is more honor in taming an amazon than a toy," my
master commented.  "She has been thoroughly tamed, but she has
been giving me trouble.  She wants more than I can give, and
since I have to divide my attentions between two slaves, she is
feeling deprived.  I have been planning a bit of a refresher
course in submission for her.  If you rent her tonight, and enjoy
her, give me your name and address, and I will keep you in mind
for the refresher."
     "What sort of refresher course?" asked the shorter one,
obviously unfamiliar with the slang.
     I could tell my master had smiled nastily.  "A gang rape, of
course.  I am looking to find approximately ten or twelve young
men who would enjoy using my pet, with my supervision, naturally. 
I don't want things getting out of hand.  However, before you
rent, I need you to fill out this agreement.  It is basically a
signed affidavit that you do not have any venereal diseases and
you will use proper precautions while using my property.  If you
sign this and it is false, I can prosecute you for knowing
transmission of disease."
     The taller one patted my head and sighed as he slipped out
of the booth.  The shorter one signed.  "What does he have?" my
master asked.
     "An allergy to rubber and spermicide.  Nonoxynel-9 breaks
him out in hives.  How much to rent?"
     "The little one can be had for $10, and the taller one for
the price of a drink."
     The boy flagged a waitress.  "Bring him another of whatever
he is drinking," he told her, indicating my master.
     "Yes, Master," said the girl, hurrying off, her chains
rattling.  When she returned, he asked where he was to take me.
     "There is a back room, but you will need my name to use it. 
They will recognize Gaila and tell them you rented her from Dark
One.  Then you will be shown to a room.  Keep her until she
satisfies you."
     "Thank you," he said, picking up the package my master
shoved across the table at him.  My master unlocked my leash and
handed it to the young man.  He led me to the bar and told the
bartender he had rented Dark One's Gaila and needed a room.  The
bartender looked at me and handed him the keys, directing him
through a door.
     He led me to a small cubicle and looked around.  I knelt
before him waiting to serve.  "Strip, slave girl."  I slid out of
my dress and stockings.  My jewelry remained.  Obviously unsure
of what to do with a submitted woman, he sat down on the cot.  I
knelt near his feet.
     "This is my first time with a slave girl.  I'm not sure
where to start."
     "Where do your fantasies say to start, Master?" I asked,
having done this before.  "Will you throw Gaila to the ground and
rape her brutally?  Or would you rather chain her to the cot and
ravish her helpless body as she writhes beneath you in ecstacy? 
Or maybe you want to use the whip on the wall to discipline a
slave for speaking without permission."  Apparently the first
option appealed, since he slipped on the condom as he stripped. 
"Master is very handsome," I said, noting his slightly larger
than normal equipment.  "What is his command to the girl who
kneels at his feet?"
     He did not answer, but rather struck me hard.  "You talk too
much, slave cunt.  Silence."
     "Yes, Master," I whispered, lying on the floor where he had
struck me.  He turned me onto my back roughly and entered.  The
welts from my beating earlier in the day were still tender and I
cried out as he threw me onto them.     "I said silence, bitch!"
he snapped, slapping my face hard.  I came, writhing and fighting
underneath him.  Fighting frantically to get away, while all the
time drawing him deeper, I struggled as he used me.
     At last, I paused in my fighting and a dawn of realization
spread over my face.  I began licking and kissing his face and
neck as he finished.
     "You're a good actress," he said.  "No normal girl reacts
like that."  He looked at my nipples, which were rock-hard.  "You
got off on it, didn't you?  What a slut."
     "Is Master pleased with Gaila, or is she to be punished?"
     "Why would I punish the best lay I ever had?" he asked. 
"The fighting was sexy.  Get dressed, Gaila.  I'm going to sign
up for your refresher course.  Can you talk to me without the
slave style?"
     "Of course I can.  I'm a writer by trade.  I just don't like
to break character.  Don't expect a girl who is not submitted to
react like I did.  The fight was all for show, to make you feel
macho and prove to me that I was weak.  I was fighting you, and
hard, but I was fighting to lose.  If you did that to an unsub-
mitted girl, she could have you arrested for rape.  I find it
arousing.  You are very good, and I would like it if you did sign
up.  That gang-rape, by the way, was my idea."
     "This is incredible.  Where can I find a girl like you?" 
Apparently overwhelmed by my business side, I reverted to slave
again.
     "Look for one who is alone and unleashed.  Talk to her and
she may be the one for you, Master.  Please return me if you are
satiated."
     "Let's go, Gaila," he said, picking up my leash and leading
me out.  Vara was still waiting, and my master was looking at his
watch.
     "Was she worth the price?" he asked the boy.
     "Well worth it, Dark One.  I want to sign up for that
refresher."  My master pushed a sheet of paper across the table. 
"Name, pseudonym, address, phone number," his voice died to a
mumble as he read the list.  "Why do I need a pseudonym?" he
asked.
     "It is tradition.  It also avoids persecution if a former
slave attempts revenge.  If Gaila wanted to press charges for
rape, she could not.  She does not know your name, nor do you
know hers.  If she managed to learn yours, you could still deny
any knowledge, since she would not be called Gaila in the re-
ports.  You used a slave named Gaila that you rented from her
master called Dark One.  You know nothing about raping Mrs. Smith
with Mr. Smith's permission.  Devise a pseudonym.  You can mail
that to me, my letterhead is on it."  He dismissed the lad, who
was beginning to see the dangers of our lifestyle and was coming
to the conclusion he had just used a married woman.
     "Slave girls, it is late.  Cover yourselves and let's go." 
He led us to the car and drove home.
     He waved us into the bathtub when we arrived.  Stripping, he
joined us.  "Scrub me down, slave girls," he ordered.  "How was
the young man, Gaila?"
     "He threw me to the floor and raped me, Master.  I fought
and lost.  I liked him.  He hit me, twice."
     "Did you satisfy him?"
     "Immensely, Master.  He loved what I did to him and is
looking forward to my refresher course.  When will that be,
Master?"
     "When you least expect it, pretty toy.  Vara, did you enjoy
returning with a leash on?"
     "Yes, Master," she said.  She was rubbing him lewdly. 
"Gaila got her man, but nobody wanted Vara, she cost too much,"
she whined in mock despair.  "Is Vara to be punished for being
unattractive?  Or will she be loved to compensate for not being
rented?"
     "I am going to take you both to bed, and after you have both
had me, I want you to satiate each other.  Now finish scrubbing." 
We finished his bath, getting the last of the smoke smell off of
him and us.
     "To bed both of you.  I want you both wet and ready when I
get there."
     "Yes, Master," we chorused, drying him quickly and dashing
for the other room.  We both lay on our backs, rubbing, pinching,
and trying to arouse ourselves.  Vara was getting aroused and I
was past my first orgasm when he arrived.
     "Good girls.  Has either of you come yet?"  I nodded as
Vara's climax hit.  "Good.  Now, hands and knees both of you,
next to each other."  He began the use, taking first me then her. 
Four strokes and switch.  It was incredible.  "I want Gaila for
now.  Vara, have her eat you while I screw her."  I dropped to my
elbows, to cup Vara's lovely little bottom in my hands.  Burying
my face deep in that pinkness, I felt my master taking me from
behind.  She tasted so good as I licked and kissed her that I
lost myself to all sensation except her.
     Too soon the change occurred.  "Vara, your turn."  I came
back to myself, my face covered with her nectar, and kissed her. 
"Sometimes, Gaila has to await permission for her climax.  Now
you have to.  You may only come when I tell you to, Vara. 
Otherwise you will be punished.  She usually gets to beg, but
tonight your tongue has other places to be.  Same drill, posi-
tions reversed, girls."
     "Yes, Master."  We hastened to switch places and he took his
time with Vara, driving her to the brink of orgasm time and
again.  I could feel her tongue trembling as she licked at me.
     "Now Vara.  Come for me now!" he ordered.  Both of us came
in blinding intensity.  She bit me in her ecstacy as I later
discovered.  "Again, slave,"  he demanded.  And a few moments
later, "Both of you, sluts.  I want all you have."
     Then, with a final growl he finished and shoved her to the
bed with the weight of his body, driving her face deeper into me. 
We slowly disentangled ourselves and Vara and I cuddled into him,
wanting his warmth.
     "On the floor, slaves," he barked.  Chaining us to the foot
of the bed again, he returned to it to sleep.
     We slept nearly until noon the next day.  Sunday was always
the quiet day of the weekend.  After a long, leisurely bath, we
went to the playroom and  I beat Vara at checkers.  Our master
had lain back on the floor, and as the winner I was entitled to
indulge myself on his body.
     I began with a slow licking and kissing, followed by a full
body massage.  Then, with studied deliberation, I lowered myself
onto him.  Writhing deliciously, I took the full length and then
slid up until I nearly lost him.  Coming down hard, I rubbed
slowly against him, teasing him.
     "Hold on, slave girl," he said, rolling me over onto my
back.  "You like this, don't you?  Come for me, pretty slut."
     Unable to resist his words, I came hard as he pumped me. 
Taking my hands and pulling them out above my head, he clamped my
wrists together in his hand.  I arched my throat and felt his
teeth on it.
     "What if I were to tear out your throat, slave?  Would you
like that?  Would you die coming?"
     "If my master commanded it," I rasped through the cries that
were welling in my throat.  I wanted him to bite me, draw blood,
and, yes, even destroy me.  "Please, yes, Master."
     "I know what that means," he sneered softly and bent his
head to my throat.  "I know your mind and everything in it,
passion slave.  I know you like it best when I mark you as mine. 
You are mine."  He closed his teeth sharply on my throat.  I
cried out in ecstacy.
     A soft trickle of blood started down from where his teeth
had cut me.  He held his mouth on it until the bleeding stopped. 
Then he kissed me and I tasted the salty metal of it.  I came
again, with him this time.  He rolled off of me and I looked at
poor, neglected Vara.
     "What would please my master?" I asked.
     "Why don't the two of you play a game of chess?  Winner
takes all."
     "Yes, Master," I said, getting up and setting up the giant
chess board.  Vara choose white and I moved first.
     Unfortunately, chess was not something I was very good at
and Vara beat me soundly.  I watched as she took him as I had. 
He relaxed and let her do all the work, at first, waiting until
she had come twice before rolling her to her back.  She was
lovely with her blonde hair tumbling down her back as she rode
him.  He was kinder to her, since she seemed to want it.
     After he was finished, he unlocked the collar he had put on
her.  "Valarie, you are free now.  We are willing to have you
back on a regular basis.  If you would like to get dressed, I
will take you home.  We have enjoyed this, and I hope you have
too."
     "This was wonderful, and I would love to join you and Gaila
again.  Perhaps every other month, the first weekend."
     "That will work well.  Let's get you home."  He stood up and
Vara came over to me.
     "Good-bye, slave girl," she said, kissing me.
     "Good-bye to you, slave girl," I answered, kissing her back. 
"Come again soon."
     "Let's go, Valarie.  Gaila, back to yourself and clean up
any messes we've left.  I'll be back in an hour or so."
     As they left, I set about picking up the chess set, pausing
only a moment to hold the white queen in my hand and smile.  I
had seen the video camera and knew that all of yesterday would be
in the VCR tonight as my husband and I sat and critiqued the
weekend.  I was glad Vara would be back with us soon.  It prom-
ised to be an exciting tape.  I put the chess set away and left
the playroom to get dressed and start preparing for the week.


