Double or Nothing Part 3
By
Indigo Marr
I only took about ten minutes
to catch my breath--and let the ladies linger in their anticipation.
I turned my head to my right, still laying on my back, and looked at
Sasha. She had changed so much since that first conversation at the
gallery. It had taken a lot of work, time, and patience to figure
out what she needed. I had to change my tactics and approach several
times; first investigator, then teacher, then guide, and finally
partner--and a thousand small adjustments along the way. I was
continually amazed at how confident and open she'd become--and just
as amazed that I had been the one to bring her to that point. I had
often wondered if any master could have done the same--if it was
purely innate, just waiting for a dom to trigger the process--or if
there was something about the way I worked that did it. In the end
it was all academic; she was my slave and she was a wonderful and
beautiful woman. And at that moment she was bound to a chair
fighting--and slowly losing--a battle of obedience against passion.
I could have waited just a little longer to see if she would fail,
but the punishment I had laid out was quite severe and she didn't
deserve it. Having made the promise, however, I would be bound to
see it out. That was a task I didn't relish. To ignore Sasha for
an entire month would be, perhaps, more punishment for me than for
her. With a slight groan, I pulled myself up from the bed and, with
a look towards Miss Renae to make sure she wasn't in too much
discomfort, I walked over and stood in front of my slave. My head
tilted to the side a bit as I looked down at her and smiled. I
gently brushed a lock of her short hair from her face, the leaned
down to kiss her gently on the forehead. "You've been a good girl,
my love. Just a few more moments and you'll have your reward."
Stroking her hair once again, I smiled and turned to our guest. My
feet made almost no sound as I walked easily across the hardwood
floor to stand at Renae's head. Much in the same was as I did with
Sasha, I brushed her long auburn hair from her face, and kissed her
on the top of her head.
"You were lovely, Miss Renae. Thank you for your submission. It is
a gift I shall cherish greatly." I then bent down and unclipped the
leash from the floor and gently lifted her back to a standing
posture. I could almost hear her muscles in her back and neck groan
in echo to the one which caught behind her gag. I unbuckled the
straps from her head and gently pulled the rubber bit from her
mouth, letting her work her sore jaw while I glanced down at her
well-muscled abdomen and noted how the carpeting on the wall had
abused her pale skin. Nothing serious though, as I had chosen the
carpeting very carefully with just such use in mind. Once I was
confident that she could stand well on her own, I walked back around
and untied the ropes which held her leg restraints to the boot-rail.
As I knelt behind her, I took a few moments to forcefully massage
her legs, hips, and lower back, working out the kinks and getting
the blood flowing again. For the moment, I left her arms bound
behind her. Later, I would take care of her sore body with proper
diligence. At this moment, however, it was time to reward my loyal
slave. "Stay." "Yes.... Master," she replied to my soft-voiced
command. I grabbed a pillow off my bed and placed it neatly between
Sasha's feet. "Miss Renae, turn to me." She did so, slightly
unsteady, but promptly. "Come here." Again, there was a hesitation,
but not enough to notice... at this point. She stopped with her
toes touching the edge of the pillow. "Kneel. Now, Miss Sasha was
good enough to sit and behave while you were pleasing me. I
promised you to her as he reward. You are to make her cum with your
mouth. Once you've done that, I will release the both of you, and
you shall play with each other so that I can watch. You will do
whatever Miss Sasha instructs you to. I'm going to throw a bit of a
twist into it, however. I know how sore you are right now, so I'm
going to massage your sore muscles." Renae almost purred at that.
She knew about my skill at massage. "But my hands will only work as
long as your mouth does. And once Miss Sasha comes, I stop." I
watched as realization crept over her face. "Do you think you can
keep her from coming for long enough to ease your own pains?" A
glance at Sasha's face confirmed my suspicions; her face almost
pleaded with me. Unlike my bound lover, however, I knew that
Renae's skills were not up to the task. While this would certainly
not be the first time she had gone down on another woman, her
experience was far from extensive, and it was something she didn't
care to do. I helped Renae to lean forward, resting her shoulders
on Sasha's thighs as she had done with me earlier in the evening.
Sasha spread her hands--still shackled at the wrist--and cradled
Renae's head between them, spreading her fingers like combs to hold
back the wild auburn curls.
Renae started with tentative kisses and light licks. The look of
relief and pleasure that washed over Sasha brought a smile to my
face. I knew that a different look of pleasure would grace her
features--followed shortly after by a more complete look of relief.
I walked back to my chair, drank the last swallow of scotch left in
the glass--now mostly water from the melted ice cube--snatched the
bottle of oil off the floor, and went back to the girls. Pouring a
large pool of the oil into my hand, I knelt behind Renae and
smoothed it over her upper legs and back. Once the oil had been
spread over her pale skin, I began to work out the tension and
knots. Years of wielding sculptors' tools had given me a powerful
and precise grip, while several good teachers and many hours of
practice had taught me the proper skills. As I worked my fingers
into sore muscles--causing Renae to alternately melt and wince--I
watched the scene in front of me. I had known that Renae wasn't
skilled enough to draw out Sasha's pleasure without allowing her to
orgasm. What I hadn't counted on, however, was that her *lack* of
skill and state of distraction would achieve the same goal. Even
with Sasha's high state of arousal, it was almost 15 minutes of her
hanging painfully at the very edge of climax. Her entire body was
straining against its bonds, the leather straps biting cruelly into
her flesh. Muscles on her neck stood out like strangling vines on a
willow, causing her head to spasm and her teeth to sink into the
resilient rubber of the ball gag. Her delicate fingers, restricted
though they were, had entangled themselves in Renae's hair, pulling
the new slave deeper into her dripping cunt in a futile attempt to
force the probing tongue to the desired target. The expression on my
beautiful slave's face was painful to look upon; I could only
imagine what it must feel like to experience.
At last, I took pity on her. "Sasha." she didn't--or couldn't--
respond. "SASHA!" her face stopped moving and her unfocused eye
aimed towards me. I stood, but remained behind Renae for the moment.
"Do you want to come for me, Miss Sasha?" her eyes brightened at the
question. "Look at me, Sasha." I watched as she struggled to focus
on my face and voice. "You're going to come for me, Miss Sasha.
You're going to come for me...NOW!" As I said the last word I struck
Renae across the ass with a swift backhand, knowing that in her
surprise she would clamp her teeth down on the engorged clit she was
sucking. The sharp pain sent Sasha over the edge. As her orgasm
finally burst through, I stepped behind my bound slave, gripped her
swollen nipples between my fingers and squeezed. Twisting the hard
pearls with practiced, deliberate force, I bent over and spoke
quietly in her ear. Her head slammed back against my shoulder with a
bone-jarring thud.
"Feel the fire run from your beautiful tits to your wet cunt. Feel
the fire wash through you. Let it burn through your brain. Let it
devour your body. Let it sear your cunt against Renae's teeth." I
sank my own teeth briefly into her neck, working to keep her orgasm
peaking as long as possible. "I love to watch you come. I love the
look on your face. I love the smell of you. I love to feel the
heat of your skin, hear your purr become a growl in your throat,
become a scream that lodges behind your gag, begging to be released
like a bitch in heat locked in her cage. You come for ME. Only for
ME. You come because I allow it. You come because I enjoy it. You
come because every delicious inch of your body, your soul, belongs
to me. I am the only one who can bring you to the place you
desire." I twisted on her nipples again, causing her hips to spine
to arch back, and her hips to thrust forward. I could sent that she
was reaching her limits. She could handle incredible things, but
once she started to come, it became painful rapidly. I waited for
the scream. I could feel it building in her. "The only one who can
bring you... here!"
".......nnnnnnggggggggggaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" The scream ripped out
behind her gag. I yanked my hands from her pleasantly abused
breasts. She thrust her chest out, at the same time striving to
regain the pain and thankful for its end. I stepped around and
pulled Renae from between Sasha's legs. While Sasha continued to
writhe and wrench against her bonds, trying to escape from the
echoes of ecstasy still firing through her tight, exquisite body, I
slipped to one knee beside Renae and gently took her face in one
hand, turning it toward me. With a smile, I looked into her eyes.
"Thank you, Miss Renae. You have pleased my slave, and in doing so
you have pleased me." I leaned forward and kissed her wet mouth,
tasting my slave's passion on her lips and tongue. It wasn't a
simple kiss, but one which was deep, long, and passionate; one which
said both "I love you" and "I command you" with equal emphasis. I
don't know how long it lasted. Nor did I care. I ended it when it
was finished: neither a moment sooner, nor later.
Taking a moment to be silly, I licked her nose, watching her scrunch
her face and wiggle against the tickle. I then turned her and began
to gently remove the ropes which bound her arms. As the last knot
fell loose, her arms dropped to her sides, sore and useless. With a
graceful arc, I swept my arms behind he knees and shoulders and
pulled her up against my chest. It took slight effort to stand,
holding her trim, dancer's body like a child, and walk to the bed
where I gently laid her down on the black satin sheets. I brushed
the hair from her face and kissed her on the forehead with a smile.
I let her drink ice water from the bottle I had placed on the night
stand earlier; watching her suck on the plastic nipple as though it
were yet another lover in my small harem. Once I was satisfied that
she was comfortable, I turned my full attention to Sasha.
Sasha lay slumped against her bonds, her chest heaving slowly in
exhaustion. Before anything else, I removed her gag, letting her
take deep, cleansing breaths until she relaxed into a soft panting.
Next I released her arms, letting the cinch fall loose, then gently
unstrapping the wide leather cuffs from each arm. I ran my hands
softly along her slender arms, soothing where the leather bit and
telling my love for her in the same motion. I moved on to do the
same with her knees and ankles, taking my time--both to soothe her
soft wounds, and to give her time to relax. At last, I unclipped
her wrists, and peeled the long, elaborate cuffs from her arms. I
brought her to her feet, now completely naked, and kissed her softly
and gently on her lips.
"Thank you, Miss Sasha. You are my beautiful slave, and I love
you." And with a practiced move, I swept her from her feet and laid
her down on the wide, soft bed beside her new sister, to rest and
let the warmth of satisfaction spread through her.