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Three and O

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First Time

I recently had a book recommended to me and was very thankful for it. The following is me taking one of my favorite scenes from the book and rewriting it with me in the place of the main character. This is from Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey. (and no, the whole book is not like this, but there is enough to add that spice)
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I was nervous and excited, finally alone with my first patron. I had never experienced pain in the ways I hoped he would give me and my mind raced with thoughts on what might happen.

He was in the middle of the room as I entered, watching me silently. I looked around the room as I stood there. Along the right wall was a large couch and a fireplace was set in the center wall, its roaring fire flickering shadows across the room. The left wall caught my breath and I stood in shocked silence staring at it.

I looked at that wall longer than I should have, I knew it, but before I could turn to face him, the back of his hand was across my face causing me to falter and take a step to the side. I had been too caught up in the sight before me to realize he had moved, my hand came to my face in surprise. “No whore stands in my presence.” He growled at me as he backhanded me again.

I dropped to my knees, lowering my head, tasting a hint of blood on my lip. My mouth hurt where he had struck me, my heart pounded in my chest and I felt a growing desire deep within my nether regions. This startled me more than anything. I knew the desires for pain had always been within me, but to experience it now and feel just how it excited me in ways I had never known was frightening and thrilling all at the same time.

“I am sorry, my lord.” I spoke softly, my voice wavering slightly.

He circled around looking at me, stalking me. His hand harshly grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, bending me against his knee. I swallowed hard as I stared up into his eyes, eyes that burned with animalistic desires. I risked a glance to the left wall and its decorations, I tried not to but it called to me. His hand quickly released my hair and found my throat a mere second later. I should have been terrified; I should have been except for the wave of pleasure that swept over me. 

His hand clenched down on my throat, fingers finding the exact spot on my tender flesh that controlled just how much blood would flow through my veins and he pressed down on it. The world started to swim around me, darkness playing at the edges of my vision. With just a bit more pressure he could have my life taken from me and I could nothing but moan against the desires building within.

Perhaps it was that moan that showed him I was enjoying his actions, perhaps it was the strain of his erect cock against his pants causing him too much discomfort to ignore, whatever the reason, he released me with a shove. “Please me, slut.”

I did not have to be told twice, did not dare be told twice. I turned on my knees, licking my lips as I reached up to the top of his pants and began unfastening them. My body ached for his touch, my mouth watered at the sight of the thick hard flesh as it sprang from the cotton underpants as I carefully worked them down his hips. I licked at the tip of his erect manhood as his hand wretched at my hair again, shoving me down the length of him. I gagged slightly as he slipped down my throat and felt wetness between my legs as my mind gave into the pleasure.

I worked him until he came in my mouth, licking at him to retrieve each precious drop of his seed. As I pulled back to look up at him, he caught me again with a swift backhand, sending me falling to my side. “Do not think you are done yet. I paid good money for you and I plan on getting every cent worth.”

He pointed to the bed and I obediently rose, stripping my clothing as I walked towards it and lay down. He began removing his clothing as he walked towards me, the fire in his eyes growing with each step. He grew harder with each step until he was just as thick and long as before I sucked him. The fact he could be ready again in such short order was not something I was prepared for. I should have hated being used like this, should have resented the idea of it, but I could not deny the yearning within me that longed to be hurt and pleased.

He grabbed my legs, yanking me to the edge of the bed and slammed his full length into me without warning. I was wet and open to him, but not ready for the strength he possessed in that one thrust. I cried out in pain. He thrust harder, holding me against him as he pierced me over and over; each movement of his hips driving him deeper into me. 

The pain gave over to satisfaction and he finally slammed himself deeper than before and filled me with his hot seed. I cried out again, this time it was his name as I gave in fully to his drive and released with him.

He stared down at me, his chest rising and falling with little effort as if he had merely taken a short walk. He looked over his shoulder at the wall and chills went down my spine. He pulled free from me and sat on the bed. “You know what I want now.”

“Yes, my lord.” I slid from the bed and walked over to the wooden X that stood against the left wall. At each end of the X was a leather strap to hold my limbs in place. Next to it was a small table with various instruments of recreation. I obediently stood against the wood as he secured my wrists and ankles spread eagle. The wood was rough and the feeling against my naked body caused me to shudder. 

I have never experienced the pain he planned to bring to me, I was terrified. I knew that I just needed to speak my safe word to have it all end, I knew that I had to beg for his mercy and it would all be over.  That is when the first lash of the flogger stung across my back. Dozens of sharp, stinging kisses across my skin. I knew at that point, I could not speak the word even if I wanted. 

The lashes continued dozens of them perhaps, I do not know. My mind swam in a sea of pain, cresting on waves of pleasure as he continued his assault. I pleaded for him to allow me a rest, I begged for him to stop for just a few minutes. He did not.

 I finally sagged in the restraints, my body spent from the pain. He did not allow rest even then. His fingers worked into my tender mound, deep and hard, curling to find the spot within me that sent me into another round of begging and pleading. Only this time it was for release, for permission to spill my juices over his hand. He did not grant that release either.

He returned to the flogger. My back burned with pain as if liquid fire had been poured down my flesh. Again, I cried out, begging him to stop, but I would not give my safe word; I did not want this to end, not like this.

The flogger stopped and I felt him step behind me, pressing his body against me. His breath was hot against my cheek as he spoke. “I paid for you, all of you, and I intend to have just that.”

I had not realized what he meant by this until I felt my cheeks spread and his hard cock pressed into my ass. I cried out again feeling me stretch further than I had ever been stretched before. He worked my anus with more force than he had my mound. I felt the searing pain as my muscles tensed against his onslaught of passion. His hips smacked against my ass cheeks hard as he yanked my head back, biting the side of my neck near to the point of drawing blood. 

The two types of pain mixed beautifully within me and I began to beg for release once more. The tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with him to grant me permission to allow my climax to peak. Several more thrusts of his cock into my ass and he growled into my ear. “Now, whore!”

I came without regard for what was proper. I came without care of who might hear my screams. I came with a force that rocked my hips against his and milked him as he shot his hot seed into my ass. 

He leaned against me, pressing me against the rough wood and kissed the bite on my neck gently before he began to unbuckle the restraints that held me. Knees weak from the experience, I nearly fell into his arms as he carefully laid me on the floor and called for his attendants to see me to my room and tend my needs.

This was my first experience with a sadist. Some say I am mad for allowing it to happen. They don’t understand the need within me that literally hurts without being granted the pain another inflicts on me. They don’t understand how that pain makes the most intense pleasure ever known. They don’t know what it is like to be a masochist, to be me.

I look forward to my next chance to visit.

This is not Jeopardy.

I am sitting on the couch watching a little TV, just relaxing, when I hear you call me from the bedroom. I enter the room and pause; things are not as they normally are.

Near the end of the bed is a raised wooden platform. It is very narrow, barely wide enough to hold the high back wooden chair that sits atop of it. There is a rope tied to the top at each side of the back rest. Attached to that rope was another that was slung over the top railing of the canopy bed.

You are sitting in the chair, rocking it back slightly. You lean back on the two rear legs, the front are no longer touching the platform. In one hand, you hold the free end of the rope. You raise it slightly and the chair eases back further. You pull it down and the chair leans back forward. Ah, that is what the rope does; it holds the chair in place. A lever system got it. I think to myself.

My eyes scan the chair further and I notice the leather restraints on the arms of the chair and at the crossbar near the base. 

“Strip, then sit.” Your voice is firm, but quiet, barely more than a whisper. You stand up from the chair, stepping to the side. I look at you a bit unsure of what you are wanting of me. I must have stood there a second too long.

“I will –not- repeat myself!” You snapped.

I quickly remove my clothing and sit down and without a word you began securing the restraints around my wrists and ankles. You check the straps to ensure they are secure then step back, a wicked smile on your face. Then you slip the blindfold over my eyes.

“I have a little game for us to play. I am going to ask you some questions. Answer correctly and I will reward you. Answer incorrectly and…” You raise your foot and push against the seat of the chair tipping it back slightly. I gasp and jump slightly, feeling like I will fall and I hear you chuckle. “Good, that is the response I was hoping for.”

You start asking me questions, easy things; what day it is, what time it is, where are we, how did we meet? Each response is rewarded with a soft kiss or a gentle caress of my breast or clit. 

You lean down over me, whispering in my ear, “Play time is over, slut.Well, at least for you.”

The first question is about the history of the United States. I think for a moment before answering. As I open my mouth to speak, the chair jolts back again and I let out a little yelp of surprise.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? There is a time limit on how quickly you must answer.”

My fear of heights and falling is kicking in quickly. In the back of my head I know that I can only fall so far before the bed would catch me, but that rational part of my brain is not willing to work right now.

The next question comes, I can’t even remember what it was now, all I know is my heart is racing from the result of the first question. I blurt out some random answer. The slap to my breast is quick, hard and it stings. I can feel where each finger struck and know that the soft skin is turning red.

“Do not play dumb, you will not enjoy the consequences.”

The next question comes. I know the answer! I say it quickly, nearly shouting it to the room in my eagerness to answer. 

“Such enthusiasm, I love it.” You chuckle then I feel your fingers lightly trace the handprint on my breast before you kiss it softly.

Another question comes, I don’t know the answer, I tense up holding my breath waiting for what the punishment might be. Several long seconds pass and there is nothing. No sound, no movement. I sigh softly and relax. The chair tips drastically, nearly a foot drop and I scream.

Again, there is silence. All I can hear is my rapid breathing. My heart is pounding in my chest. The next question comes; again, I don’t know the answer. In frustration I speak out of line. “Can’t you ask me stuff I will know?”

The pain screams through my body as your fingers quickly pinch down on my clit. You hold the soft nub there tightly between your thumb and two fingers. I bite back the scream, trying to hold perfectly still.  You twist and roll my sensitive flesh between your fingers until I whimper.

The pressure is gone from my clit a moment later. “You can make the most wonderful noises at times.”

Several questions are asked and I know the answers to them all. I am not rewarded each time, but I am not punished either.

This goes on for nearly an hour. Questions and answers. Rewards and punishments. Pain and pleasure. The waves of emotions are overwhelming. I long for your touch yet fear how it will be applied. I anxiously await the next question, but am terrified I will not know the answer.

You ask the next question and I whisper my answer. “I don’t know.”

The chair rocks slightly then holds steady. A moment later it falls back completely to the bed. I scream again, even knowing I won’t go far, and then gasp as I land on the bed. 

I feel you climb onto the bed and position yourself at my head, looking down the length of my body. Your hand grabs at my face, squeezing my mouth open as you shove your hard cock between my parted lips. You then grab my throat, tightening your grip slightly, threatening to cut my air supply off.

You lean over me and begin thrusting yourself down my throat harder and faster, each thrust lingering inside just a little bit longer than the last.  The final thrust gags me as you hold your stiff flesh down my throat. I feel the pulsing of your muscles as you shoot your hot cum into me. I swallow quickly so I don’t choke on the hot liquid.

You roll off of me and slide off the side of the bed. I hear your footsteps heading across the room then hear the door shut behind you.

I lay there, still secured to the chair, gasping for air; tasting you and praying you come back soon.

Master is Pleased - Chapter 1

Ashley slowly walked up the small bedside stairs and crawled across the bed. The black silk sheets were cool on the palms of her hands and knees causing a shiver to run up her spine. She looked over her shoulder to the man sitting on the oversized chair in the corner of the room. He waved his hand a bit and nodded at her, a smile forming on his lips slowly. “Go on.” His voice was deep and full of passion, even in those two simple words. Ashley shivered again at the thought of him whispering into her ear like he had done so many times tonight.

Slowly crawling across the large four-post bed, Ashley lay down on the far side of the bed and turned back to the gentleman in the chair. She started to speak, his hand going to his lips to shush her. He lowered his hand and ran his fingers through the thick red hair of the female at his feet. She looked up at him and smiled brightly, her fingernails running along her thighs in anticipation. “Go play, my pet.” 

She stood and began walking towards the bed as she removed her robe, slow deliberate movements to extend every moment. The robe slipped to the floor revealing a black and deep red lace bra, the mounds of her breasts pushing against the material risking freeing themselves with one wrong movement. Ashley’s eyes grew wide as she found herself watching the red haired vixen as she climbed the steps to the bed. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and back in huge ringlets; her green eyes sparkled with a fire fueled by lust, her full lips slightly tinted with red lipstick. Her eyes followed the curves of the female’s body, down her breasts to the flat, smooth stomach. She bit her bottom lip gently as she followed the curve of her hips and she noticed the panties and garter belt matched the bra. The black stockings came mid-thigh; the black stiletto heels finished the outfit off much to Ashley’s growing delight.

”Victoria, play nice,” the deep voice came from the other side of the room and was barely more than a whisper. “I do not want her broken.”

She nodded slowly and smiled at Ashley, looking over every inch of the new woman’s body. Deep brown hair fell softly around her head on the pillow. Her light brown eyes showed her fear was being replaced slowly with excitement as she watched Victoria climb onto the bed and move towards her. Victoria let her eyes drop to the breasts of the new woman. They were not large, but they were definitely well defined, firm. She smiled as she noticed the nipples becoming erect as she closed the distance between them. She sat down mere inches from Ashley and continued to examine her. Her body was well defined, not that of one that works out, more of one that was just gifted with curves in the right spots. Victoria drew in her breath slowly as she noticed Ashley’s clean-shaven mound. “Oh, the Master does like us shaven, doesn’t he?” She whispered softly as she gently touched Ashley’s knee, drawing her hand up her thigh.

Ashley shivered again as Victoria touched her. “She is cold, my pet, warm her.” The voice again spoke calmly into the room. Victoria moved around so her body was over Ashley’s as to not obstruct the Master’s view. She had done this enough to know what he had wanted to see, to hear, to let his new girls experience. Victoria was his first, his loyal mate. She knew that every girl he would bring home would first be hers to play with, to taste and feel. She knew that she was free to do with the new one’s as she wished, as long as he could see it all and she did not hurt them too much. She slowly lowered herself flat, her body barely touching that of Ashley as she kissed her neck tenderly. She whispered to her, her breath warm and sweet against Ashley’s cheek. “Am I your first, sweetie?”

Ashley’s eyes closed and she found herself moaning into the room, “Yeeesss.” Victoria drew small circles on Ashley’s neck and shoulder with the tip of her tongue. She could feel Ashley’s breathing increase with each touch, her body quivering slightly. “I will not hurt you, I promise.” She whispered again, biting softly at Ashley’s earlobe before tracing it with her tongue. “The Master will have you as well, when I am done, but only if you are good. Do you understand that?” Ashley nodded quickly, her heart pounding in her chest. Victoria kissed her way along Ashley’s jaw line her lips brushing against her lips. “Then let’s see how good you can be.”

She leaned down placing her lips against Ashley’s mouth, pressing gently letting the initial fear and shock wear off. As she heard Ashley sigh she slowly opened her mouth, her tongue running along Ashley’s lips, sliding gently between them. She continued to kiss her passionately, her own breathing becoming more rapid now as she felt Ashley give into the desire and part her lips, greeting Victoria’s tongue with her own. Victoria moaned softly at the sweet taste, raspberries, the taste lingering from the dessert she had shared with the Master earlier. She slid her hand up to Ashley’s face, her fingers brushing her cheek carefully as to not frighten her. She moved her hand behind Ashley’s head, lifting it towards her as she pressed down with her mouth, their tongues beginning to intertwine fervently.

Victoria could hear the approving moan of her Master as he watched her work. She glanced his direction to find him leaning back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his face, his mouth pressed against his index fingers. He nodded approvingly and looked back at Ashley. Victoria kissed Ashley harder; the lust of knowing she was pleasing him filled her as her tongue worked Ashley’s again. She lowered her hand and ran her fingers down Ashley’s chest, teasing her nipple with feather soft touches. She heard the intake of breath as Ashley pulled away from the kiss. “I...I..” Victoria raised her hand to Ashley’s mouth and ran her index finger along her lips. “Shhh, I know...I will be gentle.” She looked over to the Master again then smiled back at Ashley. “He is growing pleased with you...with us. Soon he will come for you.”

Ashley started to look at the man sitting across the room watching her. Her mind wandered to earlier in the evening. She had never done anything like this before. The bar, the drinks, the trip to his house. She found herself not being able to resist as he told her she would be tested first, by his lover. She found herself wanting nothing more than to please this man. A man she still did not know the name of. She willingly stripped her clothing off in full view of him and his red haired companion, touching herself without second thought. He had told her to climb onto the bed and to not touch herself without permission again or she would be punished. Was this the punishment? God she hoped so.

Her mind drew back to the moment quickly as she left Victoria’s lips wrap around her nipple. She grabbed at Victoria’s hair moaning louder than she wanted to. Victoria sat up and shook her head slowly, a smile forming on her face, “Tsk, tsk, sweetie. No touching without permission.” She pulled Ashley’s hand away and pointed to the leather restraints tethered to the bedposts. “Next time, I use those, understood?” Ashley looked up at the restraints, her eyes growing wide, her mouth dropping open slightly. Victoria laughed and leaned back down to Ashley. “I will take that as a yes.”'

Victoria leaned down kissing Ashley again, her tongue quickly finding its way past her lips and dancing sensually inside Ashley’s mouth. She caressed Ashley’s breast slowly, squeezing the soft skin gently before moving to the nipple. Tenderly rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, Victoria broke the kiss wanting to hear any sound Ashley might make. She twisted the hard pink nipple slowly and watched as Ashley bit down on her lip. “Now now, sweet thing. Don’t fight it. The Master likes to hear us.” Ashley opened her mouth to speak the exact moment Victoria increased the pressure on her erect nipple.

”Oohhh.” Ashley moaned into the room and reached for Victoria’s hand, catching herself before it was too late, letting her arm drop to her side. “Please...don’t hurt me.” She whimpered quietly, the look of fear returning to her eyes again. 

Victoria lowered her head to the tender nipple and kissed it gently. “I will not harm you, I promise.” She extended her tongue, tracing small circles around Ashley’s nipple before wrapping her lips around it, kissing and sucking tenderly. She did not want to harm Ashley and would be as gentle as possible to ensure she enjoyed every touch.

She heard Ashley’s breathing increase slightly again and a faint moan escape her lips as she ran her tongue over the brunette’s nipple slowly. She placed her teeth around the tender flesh and felt Ashley’s body tense at the sensation then relax again. Feather soft strokes down the woman’s stomach placed Victoria’s hand on her inner thigh. Again, she felt the body tense then relax. “See, only pleasure.” She ran her fingers up Ashley’s thigh; gently brushing the outside of her lips, back down the other thigh. “Do you want this, my sweet?” Ashley nodded quickly, her face flush with excitement, “Y-yes...please...”

Victoria smiled brightly at Ashley as she placed her hand on her mound, squeezing, massaging, and kneading the warm, soft flesh. She worked Ashley for a few moments this way, letting her get used to the feeling of her hand. She watched as Ashley’s body began to squirm and pressed against her hand. Victoria gently slipped her middle finger between Ashley’s lip, the warmth and wetness obvious signs of her enjoying this adventure. “Mmm, so wet already, my sweet. You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Ashley opened her eyes quickly and started to speak, a gasp replacing her words as Victoria slid her finger deep inside the wet pussy. She began moving her finger inside the tight warmth, bending it upwards then relaxing it again. Ashley began to squirm again, her eyes closing as the pleasure won over the fear for yet another time. Watching patiently, a single finger sliding deep into Ashley’s pussy, pulling out and up to rub her clit, then back inside again, Victoria waited for Ashley’s body to signal it was ready for more.

The young woman’s body quivered as Victoria withdrew her finger slightly. She left just the tip inside, working the flesh in circles, clockwise; counter clockwise, slow, even paced movements. Ashley’s back started to arch as the orgasm grew within her. Victoria withdrew her finger completely and watched as a small frown formed on Ashley’s face. As her back touched the bed again, Victoria pushed two fingers inside the waiting lips, as deep as her knuckles would permit and instantly curled her fingers up. Ashley’s body arched off the bed, her hips raised into the air as the scream of pleasure filled the room around them. “Oooooo!!!”

Victoria looked to the man on the far side of the room as she heard him whistle sharply, approvingly. He had a look of hunger in his eyes, his fingers twitched slightly as he licked at his lips. “She is nearly ready, my pet. Make her beg for more.” She grinned as she began working her fingers into the increasingly wet pussy. As she pulled her fingers free, she would curl them upwards, moaning herself as she heard the juices slurp against her hand. With each push of her hand, she would increase the speed and strength of the thrust until she was nearly pounding at Ashley’s lips. Ashley’s hips moved with each movement of Victoria’s hand, meeting her fingers on their inward thrust, wordlessly begging for more each time the fingers would pull free.

Ashley looked up at Victoria, her eyes filled with a hunger of their own as she reached out to stroke Victoria’s arm. Victoria smiled and increased the rhythm of their thrusts. “You want to touch, don’t you?” Ashley nodded slowly and looked at Victoria’s lace panties, a scream filling the room again. “Yoooou!!” Victoria purred and pulled her hand free of Ashley. She raised her hand to her mouth and ran her tongue along her fingers, tasting Ashley’s sweet juices. “You want to touch me?” Ashley moaned and nodded. “Like that...teach me.” Victoria held her fingers to Ashley’s mouth and to her surprise Ashley eagerly slid her mouth around them, sucking the remaining juices from them. “Ohh...yes, I think you have earned that.”'

Ashley’s tongue lapped at Victoria’s moistened fingers, working every drop of her own sweet juices from them. Victoria smiled as she pulled her hand away. Ashley licked her lips sensually and lowered her hand to Victoria’s breast. She let it rest there, holding the firm yet soft flesh, feeling the hard nipple under the lace of her bra. Victoria nodded her approval and Ashley began massaging the mound of flesh tenderly. She pinched at Victoria’s nipple firmly, rolling the nub between her fingers. Victoria moaned loudly, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. “Are you sure you have never done this, sweetie?”

Ashley blushed deeply and nodded as she leaned forward kissing the tops of Victoria’s breasts. She gently bit through the lace and held the nipple between her teeth, flicking the tip of her tongue against it quickly. She found herself looking to the corner of the room staring at the stranger who sat watching her. What was she doing? She had never dreamed of being with another woman, much less being watched while doing so. The idea caused her body to tingle, her pussy tightened slightly and she groaned as a small orgasm took her. Victoria’s eyes open quickly and she looked down at to see what had caused the pleasure. She followed Ashley’s gaze and whispered softly to her. “You will feel him, when you have earned it.”

She lay back on the bed, placing one foot on either side of Ashley. “You have earned more touches though.” Ashley bit her lip and smiled as she leaned down kissing Victoria’s stomach. She moved her hand slowly up her thigh, her thumb moving Victoria’s panties to the side slightly, her fingertips teasingly close to the wet snatch. Victoria looked at her and nodded slowly. “Go ahead, touch me.” Ashley slowly shook her head, a smile spreading across her lips as she watched the puzzled look form on Victoria’s face. “Not with my hands.”

Before Victoria could protest she gasped feeling the soft warm lips eagerly sucking on her clit. Ashley released the small nub of flesh and pressed her tongue against it firmly. The flat of her tongue lapped at Victoria’s sweetness, each touch sending a shiver throughout Victoria’s body. She heard a sound from the corner of the room and started to move her head to look for the Master. Ashley roughly slammed two fingers deep into Victoria’s waiting walls and began pumping her hand quickly, each thrust causing Victoria to moan. Her body trembled as the orgasm built rapidly. Ashley’s lips were back around her clit suckling, her tongue flicking at the increasingly sensitive flesh.

Victoria reached for her breasts; her wrists were quickly grabbed and held firmly above her head. Her eyes shot open and locked with those of her Master. He had a hunger in his eyes she had not seen in a while. He smiled down at her then looked to Ashley. “Do not let her release without your permission.” Victoria gasped and started to protest. “But, but I am the one...” He shook his head and began securing her wrists to the foot of the bed with soft leather ties. “You are the one that will beg now. I have not heard you beg for far too long. You know the rules; do not cum until she tells you to.”

He walked around the side of the bed and stood at Victoria’s head. She could see the large bulge of his pants, evidence that she and Ashley were doing well. The view did little to keep her calm as Ashley’s fingers relentlessly thrust into her. She fought the urge to scream out, her body wanted to release, needed to release. She knew doing so without permission would mean a night of watching the Master and Ashley enjoy each other’s bodies, her own hands strapped down to prevent her from touching herself to release. “Please.” She whispered up to him pleadingly. He chuckled and shook his head. “Her call, my pet. Her call.”

Ashley thrust her fingers deep into Victoria’s soaking pussy, her knuckles pressed against the soft flesh of her lips. She began curling her fingers upwards slowly, increasing the pace with each curl. “Is this correct, Miss Victoria?” She whispered against Victoria's clit, the warmth of her breath sending a shiver up Victoria's spine. Her hips began to buck wildly upwards, she desperately tried to beg for release but no sound would escape her save for moans of pleasure. She knew she would be punished with no further release granted, she had fought it as long as she could and just as her pussy walls began to clench down on Ashley’s fingers, Ashley pulled free. “Noooo!!!” Victoria screamed out into the room as the orgasm instantly ceased, her body quivered, her clit and pussy pulsed with her pounding heartbeat.

The Master laughed a wickedly deep laugh as he reached down and pinched Victoria’s throbbing clit one time. She moaned loudly and then whimpered as he let go. He climbed onto the bed beside the two women and teasingly pinched Victoria another time. “You were going to release without permission.” Victoria shook her head quickly and started to speak. He raised a finger to his lips indicating for her to not speak. “You nearly released. The new one is better than I thought. I will find out just how good she is while you watch as punishment.” Victoria whimpered again and bit down her lip. She had not been in the submissive role in a long while. The Master had granted her control over the new girls over twelve years ago and to suddenly fall back into needing permission to cum sent a small rush of excitement through her. She shivered and moaned, the smallest of orgasms taking her. He turned slowly, one eyebrow raised and looked at her. “You are being a defiant one tonight, aren’t you?”

He pulled Ashley across the bed. “On all fours above her. Do not touch her; do not let her touch you. Do you understand, my sweet?” Ashley nodded and climbed above Victoria, their bodies’ mere inches from each other. Victoria could no longer see the Master but she could hear him undressing, could feel him move between her and Ashley’s legs. “Do not close your eyes Victoria. You will watch and hear every orgasm as your punishment. If you are good, you will be granted release.” Victoria bit down on her lip hard and nodded silently. Being in trouble had never been so much fun.

The sudden intake of breath above her told her instantly that the Master had penetrated Ashley’s sweet wet cunt. Victoria stared up into Ashley’s eyes, watching the wave of pleasure fill them deep to her soul. Grabbing at the restraints that held her, she fought the urge to reach up and kiss the beautifully plump lips that were so teasingly close to her. She heard the low chuckle from the Master as he wrapped his hand into Ashley’s hair, yanking her head back and looking over her shoulder.

“You are showing some restraint, good girl,” he smirked down at her as he started bucking his hips against Ashley’s firm ass. Ashley cried out as the long, thick cock slammed deep into her over and over again. Her arms trembled as she struggled to keep herself up on all fours against the onslaught of thrusts. The Master stared at Victoria, watching her as he continued his relentless pounding of Ashley’s dripping wet snatch.

“Master…please…” she breathlessly begged him. Her eyes were locked firmly onto his trying her best to ignore the warmth of the juices that dripped onto her own smooth mound from above. “Please, let me join you.”

His arm raised quickly and in a blinding fast movement, slapped Ashley on one ass cheek then shoved her face down towards the begging woman. “Shut her up before she speaks again and pisses me off.”

Ashley quickly grabbed at Victoria’s face, drawing their mouths together and kissing her hungrily. Her tongue darted from between her lips and danced gracefully with Victoria’s. Victoria moaned and whimpered against the kiss, her body ached to be touch, longed to feel the Master deep within her walls. Moving her head quickly to the side, she broke the kiss.

“Master please!”

Before she had time to blink, the brunette was ripped from above her and impaled on the throbbing cock of the Master. Ashley cried out in shock, pain and pleasure as Victoria stared up at her, the Master’s face hidden behind the mass of brown hair. She could hear his growls, low and deep, the sound causing goose bumps to form on her flesh. She shivered and whimpered again, longing to switch places with the new girl. She watched the firm breasts as they bounced time and time again, each of the thrusts of his hips sending her off the bed only to be pulled forcefully back onto the awaiting cock.

“You are my slut now, aren’t you?” The Master whispered into Ashley’s ear, one hand sliding to her clit, pinching it roughly as he continued his assault on her pussy. Wordlessly, Ashley nodded quickly only to have the pressure on her clit increase to painful force. “Speak the words.”

“I…I…” swallowing hard, trying not to scream out in pain, Ashley stared at Victoria as she continued to speak. “I am your slut, Master.”

One final thrust brought her roughly down onto his cock, held in place as the Master grabbed her hair, bending her head to the side. He stared at Victoria, his eyes black with power as he smiled at her, the flash of fangs gleaming brightly in the dim light of the room. He flicked his tongue against the soft pink flesh of Ashley’s neck, growling low as the pulsing vein beat against his tongue.

“Master, please.” Victoria begged softly, her eyes locked on his as she watched him sink his fangs into the girl’s neck. He kept his eyes on Victoria as he fed. She licked her lips, the hunger in her own body growing with each fading heartbeat. The Master broke free from his feast just moments before the heart stopped completely, thrusting his hips one last time into the lifeless girl he lifted her off his lap and laid her on the bed.

The smell of the blood in the air sent Victoria into an orgasm. Her body stiffened for the briefest of moments before her juices squirted from her aching cunt. Before she could beg forgiveness, her legs we roughly grabbed and yanked upwards held together at the ankles. The Master moved fluidly as he pulled her close, yanking the restraints from her wrists and slid his manhood into her tight ass.

Victoria gasped as the pain ripped through her. She clawed at his thighs as he slowly pulled out of her only to push back in again. Each movement became easier as her body relaxed for him. Each push into her tight hole became quicker, harder more urgent. The blood dripped from his chin, splashing onto her chest as he worked her ass with relentless fury.

A soft moan from next to them drew both their gazes. Ashley stirred on the bed slightly, her eyes still closed, her breathing slow, her heartbeat faint. The sight of the girl triggered something in the Master and he grabbed Victoria up roughly by the waist, slamming her back down onto his cock as he continued to fuck her asshole. She kissed eagerly at his mouth, licking the blood from his chin, her screams muffled as he pressed his lips fully against hers.

With one wild fury of thrusts, he threw his head back, growling loudly as he shot stream after stream of cum into Victoria’s ass. She gasped and grabbed at his shoulders, holding herself still as his orgasm sent her body into spasms of pleasure. He raised his head slowly, his eyes black as pitch and smiled at her.

“Good girl.” He lifted her off his semi-erect cock and set her on the bed before him. “Clean up and tend to her. I want to keep her. Her ability to make you lose control amuses me.”

She started to speak but the Master was already out of the room. Staring down at the brunette on the bed, Victoria smiled as she drew her fingers up her own wet mound, sucking the sweet juices from them. “You are going to get me in trouble, little girl. But it will be worth it.”

My wish

I wish I could be closer in location to my bf.

I want to be near him and be ready to spread myself for him any time he desired it.

I want a reason to have my cunt shaven bare and ready to drip for him. My ass lubed awaiting his cock.

I want to be sitting on the couch with him and have him point to his cock and simply say "suck it" and have me eagerly throat fuck myself with his hard flesh.

I want to be getting ready to go out to dinner with him and his friends, have him place an anal plug on the counter and walk away with a smirk. Have me insert it and wear it the entire time we are out only to come back home and fuck into the wee hours of the morning.