She stood at the door like I told her to; feet slightly spread,
shoulders relaxed, arms behind her back, each hand clasping the other
forearm. The pose caused her back to arch, pushing her small, pert
breasts out towards me. She was dressed as I told her; faded blue
jeans... the rest unimportant, as it would not be worn for the rest of
the night. I had to remind her, however, to remove her shirt, shoes,
and socks when she entered. She would pay for that. This was no
longer her first time. Small mistakes might be allowed to slip, but
this was not.
I glanced causally at the clock. She had been standing this way for 23
minutes. Only 2 more until the second half of my prize would be
arriving, and the evening could begin. I watched Renae shift a bit
from foot to foot, the muscles in her naked chest and arms twitching
more often now, as the strain of holding the pose began to take its
toll. I had given her one rest. I could see the look in her eyes, as
she quietly asked for another. She wouldn't get it. But then, she
wouldn't need it.
I spent this time just looking at her. I'd known Renae for several
years. We'd been friends for most of that time. Ocassionally had sex.
We were not lovers. Nothing so romantic. It was sex. Physical
intimacy and release between friends. I'd seen her body before, but I
still enjoyed just looking at it. Her legs, covered in the
comfortable, well-worn denim, were long for her body--a fact that
seemed to bother her at the same time it made her the object of
jealousy and disdain among other women. Her hips flared out just a
touch wide for the rest of her slender body, but the curve was still
delicious; a concession to her femininity. Her breasts were tiny, yet
pert, round, and enticing. The small, red nipples jutted out, both
from the cool air in the room and from her own excitement. Her lovely
face was framed by long, tight, auburn curls that ran wild down between
her shoulder blades-- begging to be wrapped around a strong hand an
pulled into position.
In her discomfort and excitement, she didn't notice the soft sound of
footsteps in the hallway. I did. I was expecting them. At the sound
of the single knock on the door, Renae jumped, releasing her pose and
throwing her hands up to cover her chest.
"Resume!" I barked. She looked at me in confusion and just a touch of
fear. This was not something she had expected."Now!" the command came
out low, slow, and forceful. With a drop of her head, she drew herself
back into the pose.
I pulled myself easily up from my chair and walked to the door next to
where Renae stood. Without a word, I opened it and stepped to the
side. My second guest stepped in, turned to face Renae, and stopped.
I closed the door and returned to my chair, facing them both. When I
was seated, I gave a nod to the second young woman. Without any
further command, she removed her shirt, folded it neatly, and laid it
across the arm of the antique hall tree. She wore no bra underneath,
nor did she need to. Slightly fuller than Renae's, the new woman's
breasts were still small and pert. Imagining her 40 years from now, I
saw them still that way. Beautiful.
She slipped the canvas shoes from her feet and placed them neatly under
the hall tree, then raised the seat and pulled out three items from
within the storage space. The first, a black leather collar with a
bright silver d-ring, she fastened around her neck with the ease of
frequent practice. The other two she picked up and carried with her as
she came to me. She stopped 4 feet from where I sat, and with a smooth
grace, dropped to her knees. She knelt with her knees together, the
faded denim she wore tightening around the curve, sitting on her heels,
with her toes pointed back, the tops of her feet flat against the
hardwood floor. After laying the two items she still carried neatly
in front of her, she placed her hands palm-down on her thighs, arms
relaxed, bowed her head, and looked up at me.
"Sir." The word was soft and submissive. It made me smile.
I took several long moments to look at her. In bare feet, standing her
tallest, she barely reached 5'1". Her small body was lean and toned
from daily exercise. Her olive-toned skin was smooth and tight,
broken only by a few reminders of past passions, and a bright silver
ring at the top of her navel. Her straight brown hair was cut short
and left wild, strands falling willfully in front of her large, deep,
hauntingly brown eyes. I could lose myself in those eyes for hours...
and had many times before. But it was her smile that struck so deeply
into me; soft, smooth lips, just full enough to be feminine, pulled
back into a smile that was both subtle and powerful. A smile that said
'I have enough power over you to submit to your every desire'. A smile
that would, in other times, break into a full, bright peal of laughter
that filled the room with it's beauty. A smile that said both 'please,
sir' and 'thank you, sir' at the same time.
"Renae, come here." I looked back to my old friend, still confused and
somewhat scared. Her gaze shot up from the woman kneeling at my feet
to look into my eyes. After a moment's hesitation, she walked
tentatively forward until she stood next to the kneeling woman. "I
have shown you how to 'present'. You have now had half an hour of
practice. I expect you to assume that pose when told." I gestured to
the other woman. "This is Miss Sasha. Miss Sasha has just
demonstrated 'kneel'. When you are told to kneel, this is the pose you
will take. Is that understood?""yes" The word came out hesitant, but
also excited. This was a new aspect, something we had never done
before."How do you address me?""Sir. Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." Her
eyes darted around, and a touch of a smile came to her lips. She
wasn't taking this seriously... yet."When we made this wager, you said
'double or nothing'. We both knew who would win. The bet itself was a
sham. This" and I gestured to Sasha, "is the double. Sasha is my
slave. She has been for a while now. This is only your second time
like this with me. That puts her above you in rank. Tonight, you will
serve both me... and Miss Sasha." I let the words sink in for a second
before continuing. "There are two items in front of Miss Sasha; a gag
and a pair of arm restraints. You will assist Miss Sasha in putting on
the restraints, making sure they are secure without binding. I don't
want her hands to fall asleep. I will have need of them later."
The restraints were custom made for me by a friend. Fit perfectly to
Miss Sasha, the soft, thick, black leather ran in a series of straps
and stainless steel rings, from her wrist to her elbow. Small D-rings
swung loosely from either side of the wrist, and a small clasp rested
on the inside of each forearm. When standing in 'present' stance, with
her arms behind her back, the clasps hooked perfectly into the rings at
her wrists, holding her arms securely in place. Once they were fitted
to her arms, Sasha returned her hands to their proper position and
remained in pose awaiting my commands.
I turned back to Miss Renae. "Kneel." It took her almost 5 seconds to
realize that the command was directed at her. I added yet another mark
to the list. This was going to be an interesting night.
I let the two of them kneel there while I sipped from my single-malt,
letting the lone cube of ice clink softly against the crystal. Setting
the glass on the small end table to my left, I stood and pulled the
loose T-shirt off, then whipped my head back to straighten my hair down
the center of my back. I dropped the shirt on the floor in front of
Sasha. Without a word, she folded it, rose to her feet and walked over
to place it next to her own. Just as silently, she returned to her
place--on her knees at my feet.
"I know what you want, Miss Sasha, however, you will remain
unrestrained and ungagged for a short while. Miss Renae has been lax in
her responses several times already tonight, and I require your
assistance in showing her the consequences of such behavior." I glanced
over at Renae and watched her eyes go wide. I let my eyes drift down a
bit to see her nipples clench even tighter on themselves. A small
shudder rippled across her skin and her chest swelled a bit more as her
breathing deepened.
"Miss Sasha."
"Yes, sir?"
"Miss Renae has not been fit for her own accoutrements. Go to the cedar
chest and get your old collar, the soft bar gag, and two lengths of the
new rope."
"Yes, sir."
I listened to the soft tinkle of her restraints as she walked quietly
across the hardwood floor of the open loft. The combination of soft
footfalls and crisp tings never ceased to warm my smile. She returned
promptly with the requested items held neatly in her hands.
"Very good." She reflected my smile back and added a hint of something
more. She knew what was coming. She expected it... and wanted it.
Behind the submissive posture and the quiet tones, was a brilliant
mind, a loving heart, and a wonderful woman. While her role was more
than a game to us, there was never any doubt in either of our minds
that her submission lasted only so long as she wanted it. In all other
things we hovered as equals, one better at this, the other better at
that, always teaching each other and learning from each other. Our
relationship was a continuous seduction... not of the body, but of the
mind. "Fit her with the gag. Make sure it is secure. And fit the
straps as much under her hair as possible.... I don't want them pulled
loose when I wrap those auburn curls around my hand."
Sasha's small yet strong hands pulled the straps of the simple gag
tight against Renae's mouth with skill and just the right amount of
loving malice. When she was satisfied with the results, she stood at
an easy attention again, holding the remaining items on proper display.
She knew what I would next command, but enjoyed waiting for me to say
it.
"Miss Renae. Place your arms behind your back as if Presenting."
With only the barest of hesitations, she reached her arms behind her
back and clasped her hands to her arms. "Miss Sasha. Secure her."
The olive-skinned young woman took the two 6-foot pieces of soft nylon
rope and wove an intricate series of hitches and knots around the pale,
well-toned arms in front of her. She smiled with a small bit of pride
at the craftsmanship of her work, then returned again to an easy
posture of attention. "Excellent. Now, the collar." The collar was
the first one I had bought for Sasha. Now well-worn, it's finish was
scuffed and broken in several places. It had served it's purpose well,
and Sasha had more than earned the several new collars which had
replaced it. The design was simple; a single strap of leather, each
end wrapped through a single ring of steel and fastened back upon
itself. The snaps were now slightly worn, and unable to handle the
more solid tugs which often occurred during our activities. For Miss
Renae, however, it would suffice.
Without being told, Sasha returned to her place in front of me and
again kneeled in the proper pose.
"Now." I addressed both of them, but spoke mostly to Renae. "Tonight,
you are my slave. You will follow my commands, you will defer to my
wishes, you will fulfill my desires. If you do it properly, you will
find that it will also be fulfilling your own desires. You will find
that a large part of what pleases me is seeing that you are pleased...
In the ways I want." I reached over to the small table and took a slow
sip from my scotch. "Tonight, there will be no safewords." Renae's
head snapped up and her eyes grew wide. "There will only be the truth.
If you want me to stop, you say 'stop'. I will stop immediately.
After making sure that you are alright, I will start again. Maybe with
the same thing... maybe with something else. You may do that twice.
The third time you say 'stop'. I will stop. And I will not start
again. Ever. If I hear it 3 times tonight--no matter how much time
passes between them--I will hand you your clothes, show you to the
door, and you will not be allowed to return. So make sure you mean
what you say. This is, perhaps, the cruelest thing I will do to you
tonight: I will force you to be honest--with me, and with yourself.
Do you understand?"
Renae paused for several long seconds, her eyes darting from Sasha to
me to the floor and to random places within the loft. She took one...
then two deep breaths, sucking in through her nose and biting harder on
the bar of rubber between her teeth. After the second breath was
released, she nodded crisply, and attempted to mumble a "Yes, sir" from
behind the gag. Sasha simply smiled brightly, and with a lovingly evil
glint.
That feeling was reflected in my own smile.
"Now. It seems you got off to a bit of a bad start, Miss Renae. That
will not do. You must learn that I expect prompt, accurate obedience.
However, since you are new, I am going to be slightly generous to you.
Miss Sasha, please help Miss Renae to stand." The shorter woman stood
and took her new partner by the arm, helping her to her feet. "Stand
here." I pointed to the spot just to the right of my feet. "Miss
Sasha. Undo her jeans and pull them down just below her ass." Sasha
stepped behind the taller woman, reached around, and unsnapped Renae's
jeans. With just a hint of teasing, she drew down the zipper, letting
the sides fall slightly open. She slipped her small hands--palms flat
to the paler skin of Renae's stomach--down into the front of the bound
woman's pants, brushing the edges of the already damp slit hidden
inside, and drew them around to the sides of the smoothly-curved hips.
Then, flipping her hands palms out, she grasped the waist of the jeans
and pealed them down over Renae's hips and ass, stopping just below the
curve of her ass. I was pleased to see that there was nothing
underneath. I wouldn't have minded if she'd worn some form of panties-
-it simply would have been one more piece of clothing to play with--but
the fresh nakedness was attractive, and told me that Renae had done
this on purpose.
"Lay her across my lap." With her arms bound behind her, Renae could
not have gotten herself properly positioned. Sasha, however, was an
excellent assistant, and with very little adjustment needed, the taller
woman was laid across my lap, so that her tight stomach spanned the
tops of my thighs, her pert breasts hung in free air to the left of my
legs, while to the right, her own legs, locked together as they were by
the pants at her thighs, could neither reach the ground to kneel, nor
straighten out to gain purchase. She had no support anywhere; all her
weight being supported by her abdomen across my legs.
"Miss Sasha. As I am being kind tonight, you will assist the both of
us. Stand there and hold Miss Renae's head up for her." Sasha took her
position directly in front of the redhead's face, and using only the
tips of her fingers, lifted Renae's chin until the bound woman looked
strait into the button on the front of Sasha's jeans. "As I said, Miss
Renae, I am being generous tonight. I am not requiring that you wear
the nipple clamps.... though it would be wonderful to use the new pair
I bought with the bells on them... each time you flinch or spasm, they
make the most wonderfully clear ringing. Oh well.. Another night,
perhaps. And since I can't expect you to have the discipline to keep
your voice about you, I've allowed you to wear the gag. This, of
course, means that Miss Sasha will have to keep count for you. I do so
hope she doesn't get distracted and forget where we are. It would be a
shame to have to start over because we didn't know the count." I let
my hand, strong and slightly calloused from years of hard work, rest on
her ass and move slowly around, feeling, caressing the soft, cool
flesh; smooth, inviting. I stayed away from the damp patch between her
tightly constrained thighs... for now. Though I did allow my dry,
rough finger to venture into the crack between those beautiful cheeks,
and brush against the tight knot of her anus. She flinched a bit,
trying to hold still, but was betrayed by her body. She must have
remembered the last time she decided to play at being a sub. I would
definitely have her there again tonight. But later. Now was for
different pleasures. "What I will not be generous on, however, is
numbers or strength. You were 1 minute late. That is 5 strokes. You
failed to address me properly. That is 10. You dropped from
Presentation pose without permission. That is 5. You laughed when you
addressed me as 'sir'. Oh yes, I saw that. That is 15. And you owe 3
to Miss Sasha for assisting you. That comes to 38." I leaned down and
spoke softly into her ear, burying the side of my face in the soft,
sweet-smelling curls of auburn hair. "And I will add one more for not
knowing enough to have that tight asshole of yours properly oiled. You
didn't think I would let you out of here tonight without fucking your
beautiful ass, did you? Next time, be better prepared, or the price
will go up." I sat back up as I once again let my finger trace the
crack of her ass, letting the tip of my finger brush a little more
firmly against the tight knot at its center. "That makes 39. A very
good number, I do believe. They aren't actual lashes, but it is still
a good number."
Without warning, I swiftly raised my hand and brought it down hard
acrsoss her ass. The resounding slap fiercely broke the quite of the
room, causing Renae to jerk forcefully in my lap. "That one doesn't
count. Miss Sasha, if you will count, please."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
I again raised my arm, and took a brief moment to glance Renae's face.
The bit I could see from my perspective showed shock and pain at the
strength of my strike, a flash realization that this was no longer
teasing, but actually happening, and an underlying anticipation for the
next strike.
*Slap* "One, sir."*Slap* "Two, sir."*Slap* "Three, sir"*Slap* ....*
* *
After the last strike, I rested my hand on the hot red flesh. Renae's
body was damp with a thin layer of sweat, and my lap was damp with her
arousal. Her nose flared as the rapid breaths rushed in and out, and
her eyes closed tight in reaction to both the pain and the sexual rush
that came with it.
Without a word moved my hands; I spread the long fingers of my right
hand so that my slender middle finger slid easily between the wet labia
while my thumb pressed firmly against the tight knot of her anus. My
left hand slipped underneath her chest to seize a tight, hard nipple
and, ignoring how it bucked from her body's efforts to breath rapidly
and deeply, pinched the small, sensitive knot of pleasure-receptive
nerves.
As the finger of my left hand pinched, my right thumb pressed harder
and massaged forcefully in small circles--never even trying tg gain
entrance. I followed the same motions with my long middle finger--only
in wider circles--deep within her, as the two fingers to either side
clenched and massaged the swollen lips of her cunt.
It took less than 30 seconds to bring her to orgasm, almost two minutes
before it became too much for her, another 30 seconds before I stopped,
and almost 5 minutes before she stopped shaking.
"Hmmm....you look so sexy when you come. Doesn't she, miss Sasha?"
"Yes, sir."
"Help her off my lap, but leave the rest as it is."
Using Renae's long curls and bound arms as handles, Sasha pulled the
taller woman off my lap. Hobbling backwards a couple steps--her jeans
still pulled down below her ass, preventing her upper less from moving
much more than an inch--she dropped again to her knees. I raised my
eyes to Sasha behind her, so patient tonight. I pointed to the floor in
front of me "kneel." She took the position quickly and with grace. I
said nothing, but simply stood. Knowing mm wishes, she reached up,
unbuttoned the waist of my black jeans, and pulled down the zipper.
With practiced skill, she slid the pants down my legs and off. I sat
again as she neatly folded the pants an laid hem to the side.
"Present." she stood as commanded. "turn." I took several long seconds
to admire the beauty of her back and ass. Smooth, graceful muscles
stood out just enough to be sexual without looking masculine. I
reached out and stroked my right hand along the curve of her hip;
traced the outline of the pockets on the comfortable, faded denim, and
then down the center seam as it ran down the center of her ass.
Whether covered in old denim, tight leather, fine silk, or naked, I
never ceased to admire the shape of her ass. 'Exquisite' was the word
that most often came to mind. Perhaps the second most often was
'target'... But the two were not mutually exclusive.
A twinge from my groin brought me out of my admiration and back to more
immediate matters. Using the built-in clasps, I locked Sasha's hands
in their current position. While these restraints were not as tight as
most subs would like, they allowed for a little bit of struggle, which
often added to my appreciation of the bondage. If I wanted them
tighter, there was a place for 3 leather cinch-straps to be added in a
matter of seconds. Tonight, however, I felt like watching the
struggle. And hearing the sound of the metal catches as they jerked
against the silver rings.With a playful slap on her firm ass, I told
her once again to turn around. "Kneel." With practiced ease and
sensual grace, she slipped into position; back straight and head
slightly bowed, she bent at the knees, and dropped her hips straight
down, as her knees met the ground, she lifted her body forward, flexed
her feet, bringing them flat out behind her, then eased back until her
ass sat on her heels. I watched as she bit her lip ever so slightly,
and rocked forward just the faintest bit.
"You may begin."
"Thank you, Master Indigo"
She leaned forward and place her lips on the tip of my cock, kissing it
gently once, as she has been trained to do. Before she began in
earnest, I ran my right hand through her short hair, and clenched a
firm handful into my fist, pulling it just tight enough for the pain to
hover at the edge of her perception. At times, I would tighten up so
she could feel it crisply.
There are aspects of our sex where I am often prefer to let her have
almost complete free reign. Sucking me off is one of these. Nothing I
could command her to do could match her own techniques. The
anticipation and surprise more than made up for giving up control for
that small part of the evening.
Tonight she started slow; licking up the sides with a wet, warm tongue.
Bathing it. Getting to know it again, like an old friend. Tonight,
however, she could sense that I wasn't in the mood for a long, slow
tease. Not one where 30 or 45 minutes could go by while she played
with my cock, licking, nibbling, kissing, teasing. Without preamble,
or warning, she opened her mouth and slid it almost all the way down
the wet shaft in one slide. With powerful strokes of her tongue, and
contractions of her throat against the head, she brought me up the last
little bit until I finally crested the sensation and sent burst after
burst of semen down her throat. She never stopped with her stroking,
only changing in rhythm to swallow as I filled her mouth. Small drops
slipped out between her lips, sparkling bright white against the dark
red. At last, the intensity was too much, and I yanked back on her
hair, pulling her mouth off of me. I knew what she would do, and
before she could slip out her tongue to lick up the stray strands on
her lips and chin, I croaked out "No."
"Renae." She jerked noticeably as I said her name, breaking out of her
almost trance-like stare. "Clean her off." She looked at me, not
understanding. "Come over here to Miss Sasha, and lick my cum off her
lips. Clean her."
I reached over, unbuckled the simple gag and pulled it from her mouth.
Then sat back and watched as Renae hobbled the few feet to Sasha. She
leaned forward and began to lick the few stray drops from Sasha's lips;
more in resignation than desire at first. Sasha, however, wanted more.
As Sasha's mouth pressed back against Renae's, her tongue searching,
demanding access, Renae slowly succumbed to the contagious passion of
my first slave, and began to kiss back.
At that moment, I knew one of the greatest pleasures a Master can know.
Any man may have his way with a woman--even two or more at once- -but
not like this.
Before me were two women I loved--each in a different way-- kneeling,
bound and bare-breasted. One was having what I knew to be her first
sexual experience with another woman, and it started with her tasting
the remains of my come on the other woman's lips. They did it beause I
told them to; not out of fear, not because I forced them to, but
because they trusted me. That is far more power than anyone who must
rely on fear or physical coersion could ever know.
Even as my mind wandered a bit, Ii kept my eyes on the women in front
of me. Sasha had spread her legs, allowing Renae to shuffle forward
between them. With their hands bound behind them, they could not hold
each other, could not touch or caress; their only contact was at their
mouths and, now that they had crept together, their breasts and
shoulders.
Sasha had become more agressive--as I knew she would--and began moving
her assault beyond Renae's mouth. Renae's back arched and her head
stretched back as Sasha's lips, teeth, and tongue worked their way down
the exposed neck to the smooth shoulders and tight chest beneath. The
same mouth that had worked so skillfully on me was now working just as
skillfully on the pert breasts of my sometime lover.
I appreciated the way Sasha rolled a hard nipple between her teeth
while swiping across its tip with her tongue. She suddenly would switch
to suck the entire end of the perfectly-shaped A-cup into her mouth and
slowly work back out until, once again, only the sensitive nipple was
caught between her teeth. I watched for several minutes as the
intensity and arousal of both women rose before I decided it was once
again time to take part. "Enough." Sasha almost growled at my
interruption but followed the command swiftly and without protest.
"Sasha. Stand. Turn." I could almost feel the disappointment as I
unhooked her arms. "I know, Miss Sasha. But tonight is about Miss
Renae, and I need your help for what I have in mind. Don't worry.
I'll make it up to you. Now go get the lotion from the chest. And the
other bottle as well. I need to you to tend to Miss Renae...while she
tends to me." Her arms freed, Sasha walked over to the cedar chest and
pulled out two small bottles. "Miss Renae, please turn around to face
me." Fighting with her bound hands and constrained legs, she managed
to turn around to face me. "Ah, thank you, Miss Sasha. Set the bottles
on the floor behind Miss Renae, and bring me your gag."
After Sasha brought the gag and knelt at my feet, I slipped the harness
over her head, snugged the bright red ball into her mouth, and fastened
all the straps. Her newest gag was a complex interweave of rings and
straps that encased her entire head in a spider web grip. The thick,
wide strap running around her forehead resembled a barbarian crown with
the steel rivets shining brightly in the dim light of the room. Once
the gag was in place, and Sasha's eyes regained their pleasant smile, I
simply pointed to the bottles. "Lotion, then the other. I want her
ready."
I turned my attention back to Renae. "Miss Sasha is going to apply a
little lotion to you, to help cool that burn, and smooth the paint that
I'm sure still lingers. After that, she use the oil to make sure that
you're ready for me. In the mean time, you will take me into your
mouth and make sure that I am ready for you."
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