Title : Amber_NiceForSlave
Author: Jackie
E-mail: jackie@palace.com

Amber

        We had arrived early, before the pre-picnic get-together at
the hotel, so my MASTER and I had already checked in and I was nicely
bruised as we entered the function room.  I recognized a few people
and exchanged greetings, it was so wonderful to see them all again!
And it was so much nicer than last time, proudly wearing my MASTER's
collar, feeling the lovely warmth of the welts beneath my clothes...
       I hadn't been sure she'd really show up.  Beneath her teasing
bravado, I knew she was really very nervous.  But she'd gotten her
courage up after all, and made it this far, though she blushed and
looked away when I introduced myself.  Funny seeing someone behave
flustered when they met me, that's how I'd felt at the dinner meeting
so many of the dom guys...
       I managed to get her off to the side and we talked a bit.  I
didn't want to intimidate her, she was obviously a bit nervous, so
we discussed her previous major in college, and why she'd had such
trouble with calculus.  I talked about the kid I tutor in
trignometry, and my daughter's times tables, telling her jokes and
anecdotes.  She asked if I'd brought any pictures of my daughter and I
smiled at her.  "Sure, I promised someone else I'd bring them too...
brought 3 albums, wanna see?"
       She looked a bit uncertain, and I grabbed her hand and said,
"Come on," leading her over to my MASTER.
       "MASTER, may I have the key to our room?  I'd like to show
Amber the pictures of Cindy."  He smiled as he nodded and handed me
the key, and I whispered in his ear, "Give me an hour."
       Amber was visibly nervous when we entered the room.  I told her
to sit in the chair at the table and grabbed the albums.  I stood
behind her as she looked through them, explaining when each picture
had been taken.  I was careful to lean close to her ear, so my voice
was low, and she didn't protest when I moved my head closer.
Encouraged, I began kissing her neck.
       Slowly, I ran just the tip of my tongue over her neck, being
careful to breathe on the wet spots on the return strokes.  I licked
with just the tip of my tongue from just below her chin up to behind
her ears very slowly several times, then began licking with the whole
length of my tongue.  After a few strokes like that, I plunged in
sucking her neck and nibbling gently, hearing little gasps escape her
lips.  Encouraged, I went for her ear, nibbling the lobe lightly as I
blew in her ear gently.  Her gasps got louder as she began squirming
in the chair.  At this point I was pretty sure she was thoroughly
seduced, so I decided to begin in earnest.
       Straightening up, I gave her the first command.  In a quiet but
firm voice, I said "Stand up, dear."
       She only hesitated momentarily, rising from the chair and
standing blushing, as if she were half-embarrassed to discover that
she'd obeyed.  I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face to
look her in the eye, "Hon, you DO know I don't want to hurt you, don't
you?  I mean, in ANY way, I don't want to freak you out or make you do
anything you're not ready for, you know that don't you?"  She nodded
silently, breaking away from my gaze.
       "Well, if anything happens that's too much for you, or anything
that makes you too uncomfortable, just say the word 'calculus,' and
everything will stop, you know what a safe word is?"  Again she
nodded, and I replied, "Well, 'calculus' is your safe word, and I
won't be mad or annoyed or anything if you use it...you do want to do
this, don't you?"  Again, the silent nod.
       "Kneel, dear."  Again, there was a moment of hesitation as she
thought about what it meant - giving up control, submitting, letting
go of choice and responsibilty...giving herself to me.  Hell, I was
almost jealous of her as I put the collar I'd brought (NOT my MASTER's
collar, would NEVER let anyone wear THAT!) around her neck.  As I
lifted her auburn hair to fasten the collar, I envied what I knew she
was feeling...that moment when you give up control is SO sweet.
       After collaring her, I unbuttoned her blouse, as she kept her
eyes downcast, her eyes lowered, and a steady blush rose in her
cheeks.  She was so adorable like this, my sassy, playful darling, and
I was moved to kiss her forehead tenderly.  She blushed deeper as I
began unfastening her bra, turning completely crimson as her breasts
tumbled out.  I giggled to myself thinking how bashful she was
compared to her outrageous on-line behaviour.  I knelt down in front
of her, taking her head in my hands and looking her in the eyes.  She
shivered a bit and then I kissed her, deeply and passionately.  Her
breasts were warm, even through my shirt, and she responded
enthusiastically, kissing me back, our tongues exploring each other's
mouths as I thought how I just wanted to devour her.
       Breaking the kiss, I rose and found my MASTER's wrist
restraints.  I placed one on her right wrist, pulling the D-ring
through the slit, and then put the little lock on, pausing for
dramatic effect before I clicked it shut.  She shivered slightly as
she heard the click, and I repeated the process on her left wrist.  I
then asked her to place her hands behind her back, and with a third
lock attached the two restraints to one another.  I stood back from
her a bit and just looked for a moment.
       "I knew you'd be lovely like this, so sweet, so vulnerable, so
submissive...I wish my MASTER could see you like this, you're
beautiful, dear."  Again the crimson rose in her cheeks, and I ran my
fingers slowly through her hair, just watching her for another minute.
       I put my MASTER's leash on her and led her, on her knees over
to the bed.  Once we were beside it, I told her to rise, and watched
as she struggled to her feet without the use of her hands.  I removed
the leash, and watching her face, unbuttoned the button to her jeans
and unzipper them.  She looked momentarily panicked, and I stopped
before removing them to stroke her hair again.  Then I embraced her,
again feeling the warmth of her breasts against mine, and whispered in
her ear, "Hon, I REALLY don't intend to hurt you or mess with your
mind.  You know I like you, you do trust me to take care of you?"
Again she nodded.
       I slipped her pants off, and she lifted each leg on command,
standing there now in just her panties.  I rubbed her pussy through
the panties, feeling her dampness and warmth on my fingers and she
let out a tiny moan.  Lord, did I ever want to hear more of those!
The passion in me was growing, I just wanted to make her FEEL things.
       I slipped a finger of my right hand under the waistband of her
panties and slowly began peeling them downwards, and as I knelt down
to remove them, I looked up at her face and at the eye contact, she
again blushed deeply.  Her confusion and embarassment just melted my
heart, this girl might THINK she's not submissive, but she has all the
lovely vulnerability of a true slave.
       I unlocked her wrists, leaving the restraints on, and told her
to lie on the bed.  And I pondered for a minute, I KNEW she expected
me to shave her, had sort of promised her I would, but also knew my
MASTER loved doing that.  And I felt a moment of quandary there,
between feeling responsible towards her and my desire to please my
MASTER.  In the end, I decided I owed it to her and had not been
ordered NOT to shave her, besides I still wasn't entirely sure she was
going to agree to play with him at all.  I was PRETTY sure I could
convince her, but not positive, and thought she shouldn't be
disappointed.
       She knew what was going to happen, we'd discussed it on-line so
many times, and I could see some trepidation in her eyes.  She knew I
wanted her tied spread-eagled, she knew how MUCH I wanted her tied
like that, and I ran my fingertips along her side and chest in a
reassuring manner as I began fidgeting with the rope.  I tied her
right hand to the bedpost by the D-ring on the wrist restraint, then
moved around the bed to do the same on the left.  She seemed nervous
again, so I sat on the bed next to her and just rubbed her belly for a
minute, soothingly, like I do my daughter's when she has a
stomach-ache.  She closed her eyes and relaxed a bit, and I wondered
if she was experiencing that utter freedom that paradoxically comes
when one is bound.
       After a few minutes, she seemed to be deeply inside herself, in
that inner primal place where there are no words, only images and
feelings.  I rose and began working on tying her feet.  The bed was
not a four-poster, so first I ran a large length of rope under the
bed and over the top, so that the loop it formed around the bed
would give me something to tie her to.  After fastening it securely, I
carefully wrapped a piece of rope around her right ankle several
times, the first few turns snug, but not tight, and the next few turns
a bit more securely, and then I tied it tightly to the rope around
the base of the bed.  Crossing to the other side of the bed, I
repeated the process, pulling her legs wide, and thinking to myself
how much wider they would be if it were a king-sized bed instead of
just a standard motel double bed.
       I left her for a moment, and went to the bathroom, returning
with a dripping-wet washcloth, a towel, and the ice bucket filled with
warm water.  I stopped at my suitcase briefly and got my bottle of
SoftShave and a Daisy razor.  I put all the items on the bed beside
her and knelt between her opened legs to begin.
       First, I ran the warm wash cloth over her mound, squeezing it
slightly so the water dripped onto her.  I then removed the cloth and
applied a small amount of SoftShave to the top of her mound and very
carefully began shaving with long slow strokes, rinsing the razor in
the bucket of water after each stroke.  When the top of her mound was
smooth, I moved downward, pulling each lip taut as I shaved her labia
smooth.  Again, I wiped her carefully with the washcloth, smirking to
myself that she was so wet from her own juices, we hardly needed any
water here!  I returned to the bathroom, rinsed out the bucket and
refilled it with water, returning to rinse her several more times to
remove all the lotion and stray hairs.  She was certainly smooth now,
and I chuckled to myself that even though he hadn't gotten to shave
her, my MASTER would be pleased with such a sweet, smooth pussy.
       I cleared the bed of all the shaving items and stood back to
admire my handiwork.  Amber looked absolutely luscious, her eyes
closed, her auburn hair spread on the pillows, her chest moving
slightly with each rapid, shallow breath...Lord, I just wanted to
devour her!  But I'd promised to tease her slowly, and had to fulfill
my promise.
       "Amber, I have to run and get something, I will only be ONE
minute, I promise, ok?"  She opened her eyes and I saw a look of
confusion in her hazel eyes before she nodded.  Grabbing the ice
bucket and the key to the room, I hurried down the hall to the ice
machine and grabbed a quick bucketful.  Returning to the room, I
placed the bucket near the door so she wouldn't see it yet, and
retrieved a bandana from my suitcase.
       This was a moment I was a bit nervous about.  I know how much
MORE helpless one feels with the sense of sight cut off, and didn't
want her to panic.  I sat next to her on the bed and stroked her face
gently a few times and asked her if she was ok.  She nodded and I
checked the hand near me to make sure it wasn't cool.  I asked her if
she could wiggle her fingers and toes ok and saw her do so.  Leaning
over her, I checked her other hand to make sure it was warm too.
Maybe I was being a bit paranoid, but I've never done this before, and
was taking the responsibility for her well-being very seriously.  I
asked her to lift her head and tied the bandana around her head
cutting off her sight.  I then rose and went to check her feet and
make sure they were both warm enough too.
       "Amber, do you remember the safe word?"
       "Calculus," she replied.
       "Very good, dear."  I thought I'd just better check, I remember
after the first time I'd met my MASTER, I'd forgotten it entirely and
had trouble recalling it on my way home...and I wanted to be certain
nothing she didn't want would happen.
        I retrieved the bucket of ice, placing it on the floor next to
the bed, and then got a number of items from my suitcase- several
feathers, a bottle of Kama Sutra lotion (the kind that gets hot when
you blow on it), a fur mitt, and a double-dildo I'd borrowed from a
friend.  Going to my MASTER's suitcase, I picked up his vibrator, butt
plug, KY and nipple clamps.  I placed all these items next to the bed
within easy reach and settled down, lying next to Amber.
       At first, I just ran my fingertips up and down her side gently,
looking at her and watching her shiver underneath my touch...and
thinking to myself how absolutely scrumptious she was.  After several
strokes, I ran my finger around the base of her left breast, watching
as her nipple began to harden before I'd even touched it.  In
amusement, I blew on her nipple lightly and was rewarded with a
delicious shiver running the length of her body.  "Lord," I thought,
"She's so responsive, this is going to be fun!"
       I reached over and poured a little bit of the Kama Sutra lotion
into my hand and began gently massaging her left breast, smoothing the
lotion from her nipples outward with my palm.  She moaned delightfully
as she felt my hand moving so gently on her breast, and I reached
around to grab a piece of ice.  At the same time, I placed the ice on
her right nipple, holding it with my right hand, and began blowing on
her left nipple.  I knew the contrast heightened both the heat of the
lotion and the cold of the ice, and the shock of both sensations made
her squirm in her bonds in the most satisfying manner.  Her breath was
coming faster now, fast and deep, and I could resist no longer and
took her left breast into my mouth.  She sighed deeply as she felt me
begin sucking, and her passion combined with her smell and the sticky
sweetness of the lotion enflamed me further and I sucked more
passionately.  Getting a bit more control over myself, I held her
nipple and areola in my mouth as I ran my tongue tip across her
nipple.  Again, she writhed beneath me, obviously pleased.
Experimentally, I closed my teeth very gently around the base of her
nipple and slowly began to pull my head back, lifting her breast and
pulling on her nipple.  She moaned much louder now, squirming her
hips in a supplicating manner, and I was thrilled.  It was a very
minor amount of pain, but it obviously was turning her on.  It looked
like she might be a candidate for nipple clamps after all.
       I released her nipple from my mouth and discarded the tiny
fragment of ice that had not quite finished melting over her other
breast.  I picked up a feather in each hand and straddled her, then
slowly began stroking her from the outside of each breast down her
sides and ending at her thighs.  She squirmed in a wonderful way
beneath me and I felt my own pussy getting hotter as her stomach
writhed against my jeans.  I ran both feathers in parallel a while,
then began varying the strokes, running one upwards as the other went
downwards, surprising her by running one across her stomach suddenly.
She gasped and moaned and writhed beneath me in the most astonishing
manner and I was certain without even turning around to check that the
sheets beneath her were very wet by now!
       I couldn't help but think to myself that teasing can be as hard
on the teaser as the teasee as I felt my own juices dampening my
jeans.  I discarded the feathers and scooted down between her legs,
lying between them with my own legs hanging off the end of the bed.
Experimentally, I tickled her clit with my fingernail tip, barely
touching her and she responded by lifting her hips off the bed in the
most desperate fashion.  I decided she was DEFINETLY ready.
       Moving my head closer, I began by placing my tongue just above
her asshole, on the very sensitive skin of the perineum gently.  Then
I pushed my head forward, my tongue pressing against her skin tightly
as my nose parted her inner labia and I inhaled of her fragrance.  Her
musky odor drove me frantic and it took a lot of self-control to
remain in control.   Langorously, I began licking upwards, my tongue
sliding into her slit as my nose moved upwards pressing against that
spot just below the clit.  Continuing my journey, I licked with the
entire length of my tongue upwards until I was just below her
clithood, then I decreased the pressure and barely flicked her clit
with the tip of my tongue.  She was thrashing about in utter
frustration at this point, or at least thrashing as much as her bonds
allowed.  Suddenly, I inserted a finger deep inside her as I took her
clit gently between my teeth and began sucking hard.  She screamed as
I began finger-fucking her rapidly, sucking her clit hard and then
inserting another finger.  Her screams grew louder and more frantic as
I continued until I saw her lower stomach muscles begin to spasm and
felt her pussy clamp around my fingers.  Her orgasm simply spurred me
on and I sucked harder still, moving my fingers faster in hopes of
taking her higher, on and on, to MORE, flying her into a longer and
longer orgasm, one of those mind-blowing explosions like my MASTER
gives me.
       As she started coming back down, I slowed my motion, tickling
her cervix and vaginal walls with my fingernails as I licked her
clitoris slowly.  I had no intention at ALL of letting her come all
the way back down, I was certain this highly-sexed creature beneath me
must be multi-orgasmic, and I would be damned if I didn't get a few
more out of her.
       As she started back upwards again, I ceased fingering her and
concentrated on my mouth work, licking through her slit up to her clit
again, then nibbling gently as she started cumming again.  Using just
my mouth and some pressure from my nose, I took her up again, sucking
frantically on her clit as she reached the peak to increase it,
prolong it, make her FEEL it.  As she again began her descent, I moved
downwards, lapping her juices up hungrily, licking from below her
cunt, just up to it, and playfully inserting my tongue at the end of
each stroke.  She again began moving her hips in that supplicating
fashion and I had an overwhelming urge to fuck her.
       Tearing myself away from that delectable cunt, I jumped off the
bed and quickly stripped.  Looking down at myself, I thought to myself
that it was lucky she hadn't seen me, the angry red stripes across my
tits would probably have freaked her out.  I picked up the
double-dildo, inserting it inside myself and fumbling with the straps
in my haste.  I obviously should've figured out how the hell to put
this thing on BEFORE now.
       Finally ready, I climbed between her legs and positioned the
dildo between her lips, letting her feel the head just at the opening
of her cunt.  I leaned forward and kissed her neck, teasingly
whispering, "Do you want me to fuck you, dear?"  She nodded her head
rapidly as I licked her ear a moment.
       "Tell me, tell me you want me to fuck you."  And then I leaned
over and licked just the tip of her right nipple and she shivered
again.  Her hips were squirming as far as possible in her bondage,
definetly telling me, but I wanted to hear it.
       "Please fuck me," she whispered.
       "More," I told her, "Beg me."
       "Please fuck me, PLEASE!" she yelled and I entered her hard.
The little dear kept screaming after that, driving me completly
frantic, "OH YES!  Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME, harder, deeper, MORE!!!"
       Her cries became incoherent as I pumped more frantically, the
dildo pushing deeper and deeper into both of us until our clits were
touching with each stroke.  As I pushed deep into her again, I began
shaking with my own orgasm, and yelled out to her, "CUM for me, NOW,
cum for ME!!!" and saw her begin to shake as well.  Determined to
take her higher again, I forced myself to continue pumping as I came
down from my own ascent, and I recovered enough to watch her face as
she flew, higher and higher, screaming completly incomprehensible
noises.
       I slowed my strokes as she came down, moving slower and more
shallowly, but squirming a bit to make her feel things, a little to
the left, a little to the right, up, down...and again had her aroused
before she'd fully descended.  Her responses were making me SO hot,
and I was beginning to really wish my MASTER were there, to take me
where she'd gone, not to the minor, shallow orgasm I'd achieved on my
own.  My pussy was literally dripping and itching terribly.
       But there was definetly something I wanted to do to her first.
Rolling off of her, I quickly discarded the dildo and picked up the
vibrator.  I teased her pussy a bit using the vibrator with my
left hand as I squeezed a little KY on the index finger of my right
hand.  Her ass was already wet with her own juices, and it was not
terribly hard to insert my index finger, though I was very careful to
do it gradually.  She squirmed faster, moaning slightly as her
sphincter relaxed and my finger slipped in.  Very slowly I moved my
finger in and out while I continued playing the vibrator up and down
between her slit and over her clit.  As I felt her begin to relax, her
muscles no longer clamped around my finger, I cautiously inserted a
second.  Her moan was terribly gratifying as she responded to my
ministrations.
       This position was less than ideal for access to her ass, so I
decided to change things.  Discarding the vibrator and slowly pulling
my fingers from her ass, I rose from the bed and quickly untied her
feet, then went to the head of the bed and untied the rope from the
wrist restraints.  She stretched on the bed a bit, and raised her
hands to the blindfold, when I admonished her that it was to remain.
I didn't want her seeing how black and blue MY ass was, or she'd be
too afraid to allow me to continue!
       I guided her off the bed to a standing position beside it, then
I sat down on the edge of the bed and guided her to leaning across my
knee.  She was shivering, obviously somewhat unnerved, and I caressed
her ass gently with my right hand while gently pinching her left
nipple with my left hand.  Very tenatively, very gently, I slapped her
ass with my hand.  I wondered if I was being tenative so as to not
push her or ME, I'd never had anyone over my lap like this before!
Gently, I rubbed her ass with the palm of my hand for a moment and
then slapped again, a bit more, enough to barely bring a slight pink
up.  I felt her squirm on my lap and then felt a rush of dampness on
my thigh, so she WAS going to like this!  Encouraged, I slapped again,
a bit harder, again rubbing her ass gently before I gave her three
quick slaps in succession.  She cried out, a supplicating, begging
kind of cry, and I obliged her need by slapping a bit harder still,
leaving an actual red mark this time.  My thigh was wetter still, she
was obviously enjoying this, but I suddenly felt nervous.  I've never
spanked or whipped anyone before and didn't feel comfortable
continuing without my MASTER.  And I wondered where he was, it had to
have been at least an hour since I'd left him.
       The thought of my MASTER reminded me of how I wanted her
prepared for him, and I lifted her, kissing her cheek sweetly, and
told her to get up.  I think I sensed a reluctance in her there, that
she wanted the spanking to continue, but I was too nervous to go any
further with that sort of thing without his supervision.  I had her
lie face-down on the bed and greased up the butt plug with some KY.
Gently opening her ass with my finger first, I then inserted the plug
and turned on it's vibrator.  She moaned and squirmed and I told her
to play with her pussy as I watched her on her stomach.  Just as she'd
begun humping her hand frantically, there was a knock at the door.  We
both startled and she stopped moving as I asked, "Who is it?"
       "Your MASTER," came the reply.  My heart jumped into my mouth.
I KNEW he wanted to play with both of us, I KNEW she'd love it if he
did, but was a bit worried about her protesting.  She squirmed a bit
under the plug and I told her to continue playing with herself as I
went to the door.
       "Have you convinced her to play with us?" he asked.
       "Well, MASTER, I think she wants to.  But it might be easier
for her if she doesn't have to SAY so.  She has a safe word, so I
think we can assume if she doesn't use it, we're not raping her.  The
word is 'calculus.'"
       "Very good, my pet, you have pleased MASTER."
       "Thank you, MASTER!"
       As we entered, I was a bit nervous.  Any moment she MIGHT call
the whole thing off.  And it was IMPORTANT to me that we all play.  I
knew it would please my MASTER, and I knew it would please Amber too.
I liked Amber and wanted to make her happy, and I knew she wanted to
be fucked in her virgin ass and knew my MASTER did that VERY well.
And I ADORE my MASTER and want to please him desperatly!  I was
almost holding my breath.
       His eyes widened a bit as he saw Amber, naked, collared, lying
on her stomach, her hand obviously playing with her pussy beneath her
and the plug vibrating in her ass as her hips gyrated wildly.  He
broke into a broad grin and caught my eye and I blushed, turning my
eyes downward.  I was very pleased with myself, I'd obviously pleased
my MASTER!
       I wondered what would happen next.  I wasn't too terribly sure
that Amber would respond to a direct command from him, and didn't feel
I had any place saying anything now that he was here.  I was no longer
the director, but simply another supporting actress, and I was
uncertain that Amber would TAKE direction from him.  On the other
hand, my little exhibitonist darling hadn't stopped when he walked in,
and she understood who he was to me.  She knew he was my MASTER, that
I obeyed HIM, and part of her must know that any command from him
would be a command from me, that I'd want her to obey.
       "Jackie, remove that plug and prepare her for me, standing
position."
       "Yes, MASTER," I replied, hurrying to obey.  After removing the
plug, I led her over to the table and told her to bend over and spread
her legs wide.
       After she was positioned correctly, I leaned over and whispered
in her ear, "I'm here, and I promise you he is ok.  And I promise that
even if he told me otherwise, I WILL protect you, no matter what.  I
know you trust me, I won't fail you.  You understand?"  She nodded
slightly, and I turned and faced my MASTER, who had already removed
his jeans.
       "She is ready for you, MASTER," I said, and he nodded in
acknowledgement, as he approached us.
       "Get beneath her and suck her clit, slave."
       "Yes, MASTER," I answered as I scurried to obey, crawling
beneath the table so I would be out of his way when he took her ass.
I began licking her, only half-paying attention, watching, wanting to
see him enter her.  As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, her
pussy dripped and I moved to lick her juices up.  Very slowly, my
MASTER entered her ass, and I heard her gasp.  My heart about
exploded in my chest as I began licking her more frantically, horribly
aroused by the sight of my MASTER's cock screwing my darling's ass
just inches in front of my face.  I pumped my tongue in and out of her
pussy rapidly for a minute or so, them moved to take her clit between
my gums, gumming it gently, then taking it between my teeth
cautiously.  Her whole body was jerking with each stroke and it was
difficult to keep up with her, but I was determined!  As I heard her
gasping faster and faster, I experimented a little, pulling her clit
with my teeth away from her just a tad, and I heard her begin that
wonderful, completly incomprehensible screaming she'd voiced earlier.
Apparently, her reactions had a similar effect on both my MASTER and
myself, as he began pumping her harder still as I pulled on her clit
more.  As the explosion racked her body, I moved downwards to lap up
her juices again.
      My MASTER pulled out of her ass and discarded the condom, then
began fucking her pussy.  I licked up and down from her clit to his
cock as he fucked her, thrilled to be able to do BOTH of them like
this.  He pumped her much harder than he'd fucked her ass, and since
she hadn't quite come down yet, she was flying again in no time.  As
she began spasming around his cock, I again turned my attentions to
her clit to take her higher.  I continued licking as she started back
down, again licking both of them, and I lingered on his cock as he
slowly withdrew, finally kissing the head tenderly.
       "Slave, come lick your friend's juices off my cock."  And I
crawled out between her legs to where he was standing a bit behind
her.  Kneeling before him, I began sucking enthusiastically, as he
pumped his hips slightly in rhythm with my head.  I couldn't help but
think, as I'd thought many times before, that this man was frigging
amazing, that he could fuck so hard for so long and not cum, and as I
thought about that I became even more frantic in my attention to his
cock, hoping to have him cum in my mouth.
       "Enough, slave," he said, disappointing me.  I knelt back up
straight and suddenly noticed Amber.
       She was still near the table, but she'd removed the blindfold
and turned around and the expression on her face was amazing to
behold.  She looked completly astonished and perplexed and I became
VERY aware of the red stripes across my breasts and the bruises on my
ass.  I blushed.
       She walked over to me, and looked at my MASTER and then at me,
obviously fascinated.
       "You may touch my slut, if you wish, Amber."  I blushed worse
at that, bowing my head, unable to look either of them in the eye.
Amber reached out a tenative finger and traced across a welt on my
left breast very gently.
       "But doesn't it hurt?" she enquired.
       "But it hurts so GOOD," I replied, "And my MASTER only hurts me
as much as I WANT."
       She nodded and looked very nervous.  I looked up at my MASTER
with a questioning expression and he, understanding my silent request,
nodded.
       "Amber, dear, NO ONE wants to do anything more to you than you
want.  Don't let my marks scare you, I LIKE them, and that's the ONLY
reason my MASTER did this to me.  He will NOT do anything to you that
you don't want, and even if he DID, which he wouldn't, I would stop
him.  I promise you, no one's going to hurt you."
       Amber nodded and I could see her relax a bit, though she was
obviously still curious.
       "Slave, tell Amber who you are."
       "I am slave jackie, your property, MASTER!" I blushed deeply,
saying this in front of Amber like this.
       "And are you my slave, my slut, my fuck-toy?"
       "YES MASTER!"  And again I blushed deeply, cringing inwardly.
       "Say it."
       "I am your slave, your slut, your fuck-toy, MASTER!" By this
time, I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and my head was bowed, my
eyes lowered.
       "Are you ashamed of what you are, slave?"
       "NO MASTER!" I lifted my head, and looked him in the eye, my
blush receding, "I am PROUD to be your property, MASTER!"
      "And do you serve me well, slave?"
      "YES MASTER, I exist only to please you, MASTER" And I felt the
pride welling inside me, my thrill at being HIS!
      "Offer yourself to me"
      "My mouth is yours, MASTER.  My pussy is your property,
MASTER."  As I continued, I glanced at Amber, starting to blush again,
"My ass is yours, MASTER."  Then I remembered who I was and recovered
my pride, "My tits are yours, MASTER."  And looking Amber straight in
the eye, and filled with pride, I finished, "Your servant awaits your
command, MASTER."
       "Get up and get dressed, slave, we're already late for the
picnic."
       "Yes MASTER, and MASTER?" I enquired as I rose.
       "What, my pet?" I shivered, I LOVE it when he calls me that,
implying ownership, yet affection...
       "May Amber stay the night with us tonight?"  I smiled at her.
       "Of course," he smiled, "Of course Amber is welcome to join us
tonight."

