The Adventures of Karen - Part 7 - Pleasing the Master

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After the pleasures of the evening Karen and Andy slept well in their new quarters.  Both were quite naked and had only one thin sheet to cover them, but their rooms were warm.  The bathroom facilities were sufficiently extensive as to make it quite clear that there was no chance, nor expectation, that either of them would be other than scrupulously clean at all times.

Karen was woken from her sleep by the voice of her new Mistress whispering in her ear.

'Come, my dear, time to wash and eat before your training begins in earnest.'  Greta unlocked the restraining cuff, that like Andy, in his own room, had been fastened to ensure that the new slaves were fully aware of the predicament.

Karen stretched herself and felt her hands drawn irresistibly towards her aching cunt, such was her usual habit on waking. This was always time for some gentle stimulation and nearly always enough play to give her a pleasant cum to start her day.  After a few tentative twirls across her clitoris, she was startled by Greta.

'No, my dear, you will do that for me, and others, often, but you will only play with yourself after you have been ordered or given permission!'

Karen was surprised but she nevertheless obeyed and quickly threw off her covering and stood naked for her Mistress to inspect her smooth body.

'Hmmmmm, you did very well last night my little slut, and the Master was very pleased with your performance.'  Greta smiled, 'You can be certain that he will wish to fuck you again, and I will probably join him.'

Karen flushed as she recalled the incredible orgasm she had experienced the previous evening, the combined attentions of husband and wife had pushed her to peaks she had never thought possible.  Although she felt a little guilty she couldn't avoid comparing Karl's performance with Andy.  Certainly Andy had always fucked her to her total satisfaction and always made sure she had at least two, and often more, orgasms, but, and she flushed as at the thought, his cock, whilst good, quite thick and long, was no match for her new Master.  In her time when she was married she had experienced some twenty, perhaps thirty, or even more, different men and she was quite aware that the variation in size and girth was fully as much as the variation in breast and nipple  sizes.  She had learnt quite early in her married life that, as the old saying went, it was not what the man had that counted, it was what he did with it.  Nevertheless the Master had an incredibly thick, circumcised, cock and it must have been a full, a genuine, nine inches with a thick swollen, and silky smooth, head.

Certainly, he had filled her and she would be more than happy to feel him inside her again.  People had often talked about men with stallion sized equipment, ten, eleven, or even twelve inches, but she had never seen one and believed that in most, perhaps not all, but most, cases the claims were figments of someone's wishful imagination.   Men!  They could always fantasise about their cocks, but we women, she thought, could do little to disguise our physical attributes.  She was thankful that her own breasts were full, even though they had begun to sag a little and were less pert than Greta's breasts. Still, their shape was good, their size was good, and at least her breasts and nipples were very very sensitive. Her nipples were much bigger then those of her Mistress and she knew that she could almost orgasm merely from stimulating and teasing them when the fancy took her.  And, most satisfying of all, she could, and regularly did, suck her own nipples, a pleasure denied to many, and something that always seemed to please both her male and female partners.

While she daydreamed in this way she moved into the shower and began soaping herself and feeling the scalding needles across her breasts, nipples and belly - so good!

'Wash yourself now, and no pleasuring your body, slut!', called Greta who was stood watching her from the doorway.

Just how she would avoid stimulating her self when she soaped and sponged between her legs was a question she preferred not to answer; as long as it was not too obvious she felt that a little thrill of pleasure would be permissible.  Even so, it was obvious to Karen that in this house there was going to be no such thing as privacy for her personal ablutions, and she knew she would have to get used to being on display, and available, at all times.

Finally, washed, dried and powdered she stood awaiting her instructions.

'Today you will be naked, my dear, apart from this collar', she held out a thin studded leather collar fitted with several D-rings, 'and these shoes, which I know will fit you perfectly.'

Greta gestured to a pair of high, (very high, Karen thought), strappy sandals with wicked spike heels.  At least she was color co-ordinated, all in black, such as there was of it, thought Karen.  She fastened the collar, inhaling the sweet aroma of leather, and bent to fit the shoes on her smooth bare feet.  Once she had fastened the fine straps around her ankles she stood and looked expectantly at her Mistress.

'Come, follow me!'

Karen teetered behind her in her new shoes.  At least she was familiar with 5 inch spikes.  Heaven knows she had undergone some very special training from her husband to make sure she could, and would, always walk comfortably in the highest of heels.  The couple entered the breakfast room.  Karen was not surprised to see that Karl and a naked Andy were already there, Andy wearing a black collar like hers and a narrow, but very tight, black strap around the base of his cock. She then noticed, with a slight shock, more a thrill of pleasure, that since she had last seen her lover, his body was completely hairless.  His cock and balls had been completely shaved, but she hoped for his sake it had not been waxed, her own experience had taught her that the silky smoothness that waxing made possible was not without a price!  For whatever reason she saw that his normally flaccid member was semi erect, probably the effect of the strap.  She was pleased with the effect, his fully shaven cock was more attractive, more erotic than she had thought possible, and if it had that effect when Andy was only semi-hard, what would be the impact of a full throbbing erection.   Perhaps she would be permitted to find out.  Perhaps he would be allowed to pleasure her soon.

They were ordered to sit on a hard cold bench and eat a simple, plain meal, which was no doubt nourishing but was not as filling, not as good as they were used to.

They were allowed to drink only water, finding that, as Karl put it, 'Luxuries like good food and hot drinks will have to be earned in this house!'

The meal over, they were ordered to stand, heads bowed and hands behind their backs, in front of their hosts.

'Now, your proper training will start later today' Greta stood up, 'but, first, we have to deal with my other female guest.  She caused me some displeasure by talking in her cell without permission!'.

Karen remembered the quiet female voice when she had stood near to the partly concealed door in the corner of the dungeon.

'We will deal with her first and you will assist me, my dear', Greta murmured to Karen, 'and you, Slave Andy, will await your Master's instructions before you join us later for your final initiation into our little ways.'

Greta led Karen back down the corridor to the dungeon she felt she already knew.  As the door opened she was beckoned forward and entered the room, the scene of her first punishment.  Only a few lights were on but there was sufficient light to see that there was another girl already there.  Karen saw that the girl was totally naked and was sitting astride the horse, the wooden horse, with which she had become so familiar in her marriage.  As she looked closely she could see that she was about her age, and size with short black hair, and like herself, smoothly shaven.  She was bare footed and stood on tip toe to keep her weight from pressing her sex, her tender clitoris, onto the padded, rounded top of the bar.  Karen grimaced, she knew only too well how this position must be hurting the unfortunate girl.

'You see this poor slave, my dear', Greta spoke quite harshly, 'she disobeyed me and she is to be punished.  Look closely at her predicament, because you will be suffering soon yourself!'

Karen was led up to the girl who had her hands strapped behind her back. She was not gagged but, clearly, she did not dare speak without permission.  Greta walked round to the other side of the girl and pinched her nipples, which, Karen noted, were quite full, not unlike her own.  The girl winced but made no sound, no movement at all, just standing on her tip toes the while.  Karen thought the girl would have been glad to be wearing her own spike heels to help ease the strain, but did not dare suggest anything in case it caused her to suffer later.

Greta moved her hand and insinuated her fingers between the padded top and the tender flesh of the girl, obviously pushing and rubbing the sensitive bud.  She wriggled slightly and Greta was pleased at her reaction.  'You see, my dear, this slut wants to cum but she knows that it is forbidden in this house for any slave to cum without my permission.  If she fails me, she knows she will be bent over and thrashed with a cane, a fearsome thing indeed!'

Karen shuddered, she was no stranger to gentle, (well, relatively gentle!) floggings with thonged whips and leather paddles but she had only tasted the cane once and the memory still scarred her mind.

Greta removed her probing fingers and gestured towards a small black box at one end of the horse.  'Watch, my dear, when I switch this on.', she flicked the switch and a low humming sound echoed round the dungeon.  'You see, this bar is contains a  vibrator, and every movement is felt by the lucky girl who sits upon it!'

Karen understood so well, if the victim stood on tiptoe the vibrations were less intense but were still felt on the tender flesh, but if the victim's weight were fully on the bar the vibrations would be intense and the stimulation to the clitoris would be so intense, so pleasurable but almost intolerable.  She thought that if it were her she would cum within minutes.

While Greta was speaking, almost unnoticed, Karl had entered the room, with Andy, now blindfolded, on his lead behind him.  Greta continued her explanation.

'This girl is going to remain on the horse with the vibrations continuing while you perform your duties.  She is forbidden to cum until you have managed to please the Master with your mouth.'

At this the girl moaned quietly, as if she knew the coming ordeal would be unbearable.

'When the Master is fully satisfied, when he is fully drained, then and only then will she be allowed to cum.  Do you understand?' Karen nodded, wondering just how difficult it would be to please the Master; surely he would be worn, drained even, from the exertions of the previous evening and would have little stamina.

'Come, slut Lisa has to be placed in the proper punishment position and you will perform the work for me!'

Karen approached the girl.  As she got near she saw that Lisa was pleading with her eyes as if to say, make it quick, spare me punishment.

Greta instructed Karen.  'Strap her ankles and clip them to the bar along the bottom of the horse, her feet must not touch the ground.'

As she spoke she switched the vibrator off and passed a pair of broad leather ankle straps to Karen.  Karen knelt down and fixed one tightly around Lisa's right ankle, and then held her naked foot while she clipped the strap to a convenient D-ring.  She lingered briefly, savoring the feel of the smooth bare foot, wondering if she would have the pleasure of licking it at some time soon.  She moved to the other side of the unfortunate Lisa and strapped her other bare foot clear of the floor.  Now Lisa was sat firmly on the bar, her bare feet, her aching bare toes, off the ground so that there was no way for her to relieve the pressure on her clitoris.

With the preparations complete Karl moved over to the long couch and removed his clothes.  His cock was already semi-erect and even in the dim light it looked quite massive to Karen.  He called her over and gave her her instructions.

'You will use only your mouth to make me cum, slut Karen, you may use a thumb and forefinger if you wish to hold my cock, but all of the stimulation will be with your lips, your tongue, and even your throat if I wish it.'

Karen wondered how she could cope with his cock, so much thicker than she had seen before.

Andy could not see the scene, being still blindfolded, but he could hear the instructions and he was clearly aroused at the thought of Karen sucking the Master's cock, the cock he himself had drained only a few hours earlier. His cock jerked and rose imperceptibly.

'When you start, the vibrator will start and slut Lisa will begin her punishment.  She will not cum until you have satisfied me, if she fails she will be caned and you will take her place on the horse.  Mind you, slut Karen, you will ride the horse soon anyway to please your Mistress!'

Karen did not see, but Greta grinned wickedly, already planning a special ordeal for Karen, and Lisa too.  Something special that would undoubtedly appeal to her husband.

'Remember this, slut, you will please me as best you can, and if you need any assistance I'm sure slut Lisa will be only too willing to advise you.'

Lisa looked a little relieved, at least, she thought, if she could encourage Karen, instruct her even, in pleasing the Master, perhaps her ordeal would be shorter, perhaps she would be allowed to cum before she was overcome by the unrelenting stimulation of the vibrating pole she was riding.  Already she was feeling the pressure on her soft flesh and her clit was feeling a little sore in anticipation of the ordeal to come.

'Begin, slut Karen', Karl ordered, as his wife switched on the vibrator under Lisa.

Karen moved over to her Master and tentatively felt his cock with the tips if her fingers.  She felt it begin to pulsate and thicken as she bent over and flicked her tongue over the smooth, round head.  As she probed the slit with her tongue the cock hardened and grew.

'For god's sake, suck his cock!', pleaded Lisa, already being aroused with the vibrations, 'lick and suck it please!'

Karen opened her mouth wide and pushed her lips over the swollen head.  It was so thick, so firm, that she feared that she would never be able to take it, but she tried as Lisa encouraged her.

'Go on, suck it, push it in your mouth please, please...please.'

Karen made an effort and holding the cock upright with her fingers she got the massive head into her mouth, where she began to twirl her tongue around it.  She could hear the Master gasp as she gently sucked on it and rubbed her tongue around the rim.

'Suck it hard, really hard', pleaded Lisa, 'lick his shaft, keep on and don't stop!'

Karen, who was herself becoming aroused by the undeniable pleasure in sucking such a superb cock, was only too willing to oblige.  She pulled the cock out of her mouth and began licking the length of the shaft, from base to tip, using the pressure of her tongue to inflame the desire of the Master.  She held the cock firmly and began licking around the rim, gently at first and then with increasing vigor, before she pushed her lips over the head again.  A little tremor went through her as she felt the cock jerk slightly and there was the familiar sweet taste of  pre-cum in her mouth.  She kept on sucking and tonguing, feeling that the master must cum very soon.

'For gods sake Karen, fuck his cock with your mouth now, fuck it and suck it harder, he must cum soon I know it!' Lisa was getting desperate, 'Suck him and swallow his cum please I beg you'.

In the shadows Greta smiled.  To hear one slave begging another was such sweet music to her ears, she loved using slaves like this, forcing them to use each other to satisfy themselves.

Karen was herself getting aroused to the point of feeling desperate to cum, but she knew that was a pleasure she would have to wait for, beg for, even.  She continued sucking and tonguing and began nodding her head up and down the swollen shaft, feeling the head touching the back of her throat.  She thought she might begin to gag, but she remembered the long sessions with her husband and the knack she had developed to take all he could thrust into her mouth.

'Go on, go on, fuck him, fuck him, pleeeeease', screamed Lisa, so near her own uncontrollable orgasm.

Suddenly Karen felt the familiar jerking in the cock, felt the first spurts of cum deep in her throat.  She pulled her head back so that just the head was in her mouth.  She continued to suck and tongue the swollen glans as the thick, sweet, creamy cum spurted almost uncontrollably into her eager mouth.  Somehow she managed to swallow the sweet offering even as she continued to stimulate the softening cock.

'Aaaaargh, yes yes yesssssssss', the Master shouted, 'yes yes........oh god !'.

There was no doubt in the minds of those watching that the Master had cum and had cum massively.  Karen gently lapped the remaining juices from the deflating cock and let it fall slowly from her cum sweetened lips.

Lisa was still in thrall to the unending vibrations, as she pleaded 'Mistress, please let me cum now, please'.

Greta stood and stared at the sweating girl, her nipples swollen with her lust, the smell of her sweet juices heavy in the air and indeed, the obvious stain of those juices running over and around the padded bar that tormented her.

'Please, begging, begging, please, please Mistress' wailed Lisa.

Greta came closer to enjoy the sight of the naked girl in her spasms and calmly uttered 'You may cum now slut Lisa!'

'Thank you Mistress', gasped Lisa, 'I'm cumming, I'm cumming cummmmmmmmmmming oh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes ohmigod yes yes yessssssss!'  Lisa was almost incoherent with her pleasure as massive shudders racked her body while her orgasm swept through her.

'Release the slut, Karen, and comfort her', called Greta as she moved over to the couch beside her sated husband.

Karen walked over to the horse and unclipped each bound ankle from the horse, finding the chance to hold, to caress even, Lisa's smooth bare feet.  She helped Lisa off the horse and held her in her arms as she continued shaking from her prolonged stimulation.

Lisa wrapped her arms around Karen as their lips sought each other.

'Stop that, you will both please me that way when I wish it but not at this moment!', Greta almost shouted, 'stand together and put your arms around each other, rub your tits together if you must, but nothing else!'

The two girls obeyed, finding the nipple on tit, nipple on nipple, stimulation secretly very pleasurable.  Karen, who herself always enjoyed the feelings in her sensitive nipples pushed and rubbed harder, and Lisa responded.  Karen thought that she would enjoy being with Lisa very much, very much indeed.

'Stand there and listen.' Greta ordered Andy over to the couch. 'You will now pleasure me with your tongue, and only your tongue. To make sure you concentrate I shall use my crop on your backside.  Be warned,!  If you displease me the sting will be enough to bring tears to your eyes.'

Andy nodded, the thought of being allowed to savor the sweet juices of his Mistress, combined with the thought of perhaps being beaten had made his tightly strapped cock begin to harden into fullness.

'And, in case you have forgotten', Greta continued, 'you made yourself cum last night, watching slut Karen being fucked by the Master. You will be punished for that later, after you have served me!'

Karen was shocked.  She hadn't realised that her frenzied coupling had been observed, even remotely, by Andy, but she accepted that he would be aroused by the spectacle and she knew that he, like her, frequently masturbated.  She looked across as his erection grew and again made a mental comparison between her lovers cock and the firm thick member of her new Master.  She wondered when she would have a chance to welcome that familiar cock deep into her welcoming body, but as she thought, she also realised that by accepting slavery and servitude to her new owners any pleasures she would get could only be those chosen for her.  She had already seen how Lisa had behaved in holding off her orgasm while the Master was being sucked, and she wondered if she would ever be able to control herself that way.

Lisa and Karen looked across the dungeon to the couch where their Mistress had laid back with her skirt pulled high, exposing her full fleshy lips and protruding clitoris, a sight that Andy, still blindfolded, would not share on this occasion.

As they watched he walked towards her, his erection bobbing with each step, until he knelt down and pushed his face into the wet warm crotch of his Mistress and began to lap gently.  As he did so his mind was a mass of confusion, he dearly wanted to lick and savor those sweet juices, he wanted to nip and suck on that swollen bud, knowing that only in that way could he hope to give his Mistress the cum she demanded.  On the other hand he knew that he liked, craved, a position of total humiliation before his Mistress, where every error on his part would give him the beating he knew he wanted, he needed, and was desperate to receive.  Perhaps, if he was careful he could have the best of both choices, the sweet juices around the swollen clit and the cropping as well.

A voice broke into his thoughts.

'Slave Andy, you will lick me until I have been totally satisfied, you will please me completely.' Greta ordered, 'But, a word of warning!  I see that your miserable cock is standing proud, but it will not spout your seed, and you will not touch it however much you may desire that pleasure.'  She paused and observed the sight before her, the smooth naked body, the erect and shaven cock.  'If you please me properly I may allow you, no I may order you, to masturbate while one of my sluts whips your ass!'

Andy gasped, the thought of combining his favorite pleasure with his wildest dream raced through his mind.  But, the question of if, or when, it would happen could only be resolved after he had satisfied his Mistress.





End of part 7


... watch out for the next Part!

(c) Cathy P

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