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.

For Your Entertainment

Was doing some housework and this song came on my iPod. Man I love the lyrics.


For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert

So hot out of the box
Can we pick up the pace
Turn it up, heat it up
I need to be entertained
Push the limit, are you with it?
Baby don't be afraid
Imma hurt you real good baby

Let's go it's my show, baby, do what I say
Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display
I told you, Imma hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya til you're screamin' my name

No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over

Oh!
Do you know what you got into
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment

Oh!
I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
You thought an angel swept you off your feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment

'Sall right
You'll be fine
Baby I'm in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
Close your eyes, not your mind
Let me into your soul

I'm gonna work it 'til your totally blown

No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on 'til it's over

Oh!
Do you know what you got into
Can you handle what I am about to do
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment

Oh I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
You thought an angel swept you off your feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment

Oh
Do you like what you see?
Oh
Let me entertain ya 'til you scream

Oh!
Do you know what you got into
Can you handle what I am about to do
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment

Oh!
I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
You thought an angel swept you off your feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment

Floor

I sat on the floor, legs crossed with the soreness in my backside very evident against the hard ground beneath me. My eyes were closed as I try to relax, thinking back on what got me into this situation in the first place.

You had been kind to me in the hour leading up to me sitting on the floor. 

Kneeling before you, my eyes lowered, you put your hand under my chin and gently raised my face to look at you. The smile I see on your face is sweet, caring, and tender at first. You slide your fingers along my cheek, brush my hair behind my ear so softly it never occurs to me that there is more in your plan than I have seen so far. Your hand slips behind my head as you take a handful of hair and hold my head firmly in place as I see the look in your eyes shift. It causes your smile to become mischievous, almost wicked in nature. I realize instantly I am in trouble.

“Slut. My slut.” You whisper as you lean in towards me, your breath warm on my face, your lips teasingly close to mine. 

I inhale sharply, the words causing a rush of pleasure to wash over my body. My vaginal walls tighten and being to ache for your touch just from hearing those two simple words.

Your voice changes, almost a growl as your grip on my head tightens. “MY slut!”

Before I can react to your words, you step to the side, roughly shoving me face down into the floor. My breasts are smashed between my body and the rough carpet and I wish I could relieve the pressure on them. I know better than to adjust my position on the floor, you will move me if you desire. 

You step behind me and instantly I feel the large dildo slide between my lips. I am wet from your touch and words so it slides in easily and I moan in pleasure feeling the penetration. You begin working the thick toy into my pussy hard and fast, deeper than I am used to and I bite down on my lip to keep from protesting. The pain is a quick, sharp burn as you push the dildo in deeply only to be replaced with warm sensations of comfort as you pull it back out.

You continue to work me for several minutes, slapping my upturned ass checks causing a sting of pleasure to rip through them. I can feel myself reaching climax, feel the tight fullness high in my walls telling me I need to release. “Please, sir…”I whimper between thrusts.

The dildo is immediately pulled from me. The orgasm begins to die and I whimper again, only this is from disappointment that you stopped.

“Something you care to say?” Your voice is somber above me, no hint of emotion, but then again, I didn’t expect it, you hide it well.

“No, sir.” I begin to curse myself for the whimper. I know better than to show disappointment, even in just a sound.

“That’s what I thought.”

I gasped and cried out as the dildo is plunged deep into my ass. You must have applied lube, I couldn’t be that wet could I? The thought was quickly pushed from my mind as you relentlessly fucked my ass for several minutes. I moaned and squirmed again feeling myself nearly climax.

You had mercy on me and before I could ask, you granted me permission. “Cum for me, my slut. But you know what you need to scream.”

I screamed your name as the orgasm ripped through my body, my hips rocked with the movement of your abuse on my ass; I fought to calm myself, to bring myself back from over the edge.

You didn’t let up though; you continued to thrust the dildo in my ass, twisting it as you worked it in and out of me repeatedly. My ass checks stung from the repeated swats they endured as you continued to play with me. You were building me up, preparing me for the flogger and part of me wanted to beg you for it just for the change of feeling against my skin. 

I wanted to beg, but words failed me as you were very kind to me and brought me to climax quickly again. You were even kinder when you allowed me to cum for you another three times before you pulled the toy out and stepped away from me.

“Sit on the floor, cross your legs and think about what you have done.” 

That is why I sit here, my asshole sore, my body trembling from the enjoyment you brought me. I sit here and realize I should not be so smug next time I say I am not that sore from the last round of anal abuse you were so generous to gift to me.

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 3

Victoria paused at the bedside long enough to check on the still motionless form. She smiled as she ran her fingers along the soft, cold skin of Ashley’s arm. There was a faint knock on the door as she turned away from the bed. “Enter.” Three members of the coven entered the room and bowed slightly. “Take her to one of the observation rooms, make sure she is tended to and notify the Master immediately when she wakes.”

Slipping from the room before any response could be given; the red-haired beauty sauntered down the hall, the edges of her gown softly brushing the floor as she moved. She hummed softly to herself as she headed towards the Master’s private quarters, her hand touching the soft leather of the collar still around her neck. She paused just outside the large wooden doors upon hearing voices within.

“She is mine and I do with her as I please. She will not argue.” The Master’s voice was right on the edge of holding anger. “She wants only to please me, which she has done, but I want to see just how much more she is willing to do.”

“M’Lord, the thought of what you are offering does not displease me in the slightest, however, I would not want to force anything upon Victoria that she was not comfortable with.” Victoria did not know this voice though it did contain as much power as her Master’s. She was growing nervous hearing her name spoken, the thoughts of the afternoon and how she behaved came rushing back to her.

“Well, perhaps we should ask her then. It is rude to stand outside the door, my pet.” She silently cursed herself for eavesdropping. He had felt her presence and she knew better. With a trembling hand she reached for the knob, opening the door and quickly stepping inside not wanting to make him wait any longer.

“Forgive me, Master. I did not mean –“ Her words were cut short as she looked upon the source of the other voice in her Master’s quarters. He was as tall as her Master, hair so deep a brown that is was nearly black, eyes so blue they could be mistaken for white, an exact match to her Master’s and radiated power like no other she had ever met, save for the Master himself. Swallowing hard she faced her Master. “I am sorry, I did not mean to listen to a conversation that was not meant for me.”

He stared at her for several long seconds, his jaw firmly set, a fire in his eyes that she could not read. He slowly looked her up and down, scanning every inch of her body. Pulling a drawer of the small table next to him open, he pulled out a thin silver chain and tossed it to her. Wordlessly, she caught the chain and secured one end to the collar about her throat, holding the rest of the chain to keep it from falling on the ground. She wanted desperately to look at the stranger in the room but dared not remove her eyes from her Master’s as she walked towards him and began to kneel at his side.

“Stay standing, for now.” He took the chain from her as he spoke and held it out to the stranger. The stranger looked at it then between the two of them before stepping forward and taking the chain. He yanked it hard pulling Victoria to him roughly, spinning her around so she faced her Master. Her heart raced and her breathing was quick as fear raced through her. Had the Master grown tired of her and given her away to another? Had she done him wrong and would never see him again?

Almost hearing her thoughts, the stranger spoke. “Your Master has made me an offer that I, especially having viewed you, am very strongly considering. However, I thought I would be decent enough to ask your thoughts first.” He wrapped his arm around her chest, gripping her shoulder firmly with his left hand as he wrapped the chain around his right holding her tightly in place. “Granted, I may not care what your thoughts are, but I would ask first.”

Victoria stared at her Master, her eyes started to fill with tears as she knew in her heart that she had wronged him and he had bartered her away with another for someone or something more pleasing to him. She swallowed hard and forced herself not to allow the tears to fall as the stranger tightened his grip on her. The Master stared at her showing no signs of emotion.

“Why, I think I have scared her, cousin.” The stranger laughed as he held her tightly still. “I can smell the fear in her and while I cannot see her face directly, I would swear she is near crying.”

The Master smirked and shook his head. “She is not scared, at least not of you, cousin.  Scared I am getting rid of her, yes.”

The stranger laughed again, the sound sending chills through Victoria’s body as she tried to remain still and keep her eyes on her Master. “I wish that were the case. I would gladly take her from you if I knew it didn’t mean my death.” He leaned his head down, touching his cheek against her ear as he spoke softly. “No dear girl, he is not giving you away. He does however; wish to share you with me.”

Her eyes grew wide as she turned her head slightly towards the stranger then quickly looked back at her Master. Share me with another man? She was unsure how to respond or even act at such a comment. Should she speak? Should she hold her tongue and wait to see what happened? Closing her eyes to calm herself, Victoria stood motionless unsure of herself for the first time in decades.

The stranger ran his fingers along her arm caressing the soft skin that was present because her sleeveless gown. She began to curse herself for choosing the bodice dress and not one with sleeves. His fingers continued to gently touch her arm as he spoke into her ear again. “He has never shared you with another man, has he?” Victoria barely shook her head in response to his question and she saw the Master roll his eyes and scoff. “Quit teasing her and get on with it.”

“Patience, Alexander, she isn’t going anywhere.” The use of the Master’s name caused Victoria’s eyes to open wide and she gasped slightly. The stranger laughed again sending his power trickling over her skin once more. “And it seems, your proper name is not used much either.”

“Christopher, do not make me pull the offer.” The Master folded his arms across his chest as he leaned back in his chair. “She is my prize possession and you should feel honored I have even offered this. Keep teasing her like this and I will not let it happen.”

Victoria tilted her head slightly as what was happening began to make sense. A smile formed on her lips and she felt the fear and uncertainty slip away. “So this is your cousin Christopher, Master?” She asked after several seconds of silent staring between the two elders. “He is our guest this evening and you would like to offer my hospitalities to him, but he is unsure I would be willing and does not want to be considered as having taken advantage so he is trying to get up the nerve to ask my permission. Correct?”

Christopher’s hand stopped moving as she spoke and once again gripped her shoulder firmly. Alexander smirked and relaxed his arms letting them rest again on the chair. “Beauty and brains, Christopher. I told you.”

“Does he not understand that I will do what my Master wishes me to do as long as it pleases him?”

Alexander shrugged and nodded slightly. “He does, however, my dear cousin has never been offered one such as you from me and he would like to be sure it is not a trick that will cost him later on.”

The grip on her shoulder tightened even harder and Victoria shifted slightly trying to loosen herself. Christopher stared at Alexander as he pulled Victoria against him harder. “My cousin has offered to let me fuck you or any other girl as I please for the duration of my stay within his castle. Knowing how he feels about you, I would like to make sure you are comfortable with this. The others, I really could care less about their thoughts, but you are different.”

Victoria lowered her eyes a moment then returned her gaze to her Master, an unspoken question in her eyes. He nodded slightly to her and she let her hand find Christopher’s thigh only for a moment before moving it upwards towards the bulge pressing at his pants. He tensed for a moment then relaxed as she stroked his growing cock through the soft cloth. 

“If my Master agrees, it would honor me to tend to the needs of one as powerful as his cousin. However, if I could be so bold as to make one request.” Alexander nodded again as her hand continued to caress Christopher’s now hard member. “As this will be my first time with another man in quite some time, I would wish my Master to watch and to correct anything I might do in error.”

Christopher groaned audibly as he pressed his hips into her hand. “Alexander, give the woman whatever she wishes for gods’ sake. I cannot stand like this much longer.”

Her Master smiled at how quickly she could control his cousin and stretched his legs out before him, crossing them at the ankle. “Christopher, release your grip. My pet, show him how good you can be.”

The instant his grip lessened on her shoulder and the chain, Victoria spun about dropping to her knees. She reached for his pants and had them unbuttoned before the excited man had time to react. Though the Master pleased her in every way imaginable and more, she had never been given the chance to be with another man since he turned her over a century ago and she was determined to have some fun before the chance was taken from her.

“Oh, cousin,” She heard her Master’s voice from behind her as she pushed Christopher’s pants down below his hips and began stroking his long erect cock. It was not quite as long her Master’s, but it was just as thick and she licked her lips in excitement. “You might want to control her a bit. Give her too much freedom and she will run with it.”

She glanced over her shoulder at her Master, sticking her tongue out at him and was just about to speak when a hand roughly yanked on her hair, forcing her head back forward. “You are pleasing me now, slut, not him.”  Christopher growled at her, yanking on the chain he still held. “Do not turn your attention from me for a moment, do you understand?” 

She nodded quickly and moaned softly at the thought of having two men control her actions this evening. The idea that she would be forced to do as Christopher wished while her Master watched sent a sudden wave of excitement through her and she bit her lip as she moaned again. The man before her paused a moment and looked up at her Master. “She comes without being touched nor given permission?”

The dark tone of her Master’s voice snapped her attention back to the man before her as she realized she let herself slip. “She is being very defiant tonight. Do as you wish to punish that.”

Christopher laughed again as he yanked her head back so she was staring directly into his face. “Defiant are you? Well, let me see what I can do about that. Open!” She quickly opened her mouth and he shoved his cock deep into her throat, holding her face against his body as he thrust a few times causing her to gag and choke. Her hands came up to touch his thighs when they were suddenly grasped from behind and forced down to her back. She knew her Master’s touch and he was not content to let her move freely. She would be taken unlike she had ever been before this evening. Both fear and excitement raced through her body.

The cock was finally pulled free from her throat and she gasped for air before it was forced roughly into her mouth again. Christopher pulled hard upwards on the chain causing her to slide even more around his throbbing member. He moaned and bucked his hips against her as the hands continued to hold her from behind. “Fuck, she can take it. You weren’t lying.”

Alexander chuckled behind her and slid his hand up between her legs, smacking her pussy through her panties. Victoria moaned against the cock in her throat causing herself to gag again. Christopher laughed as he pulled himself free and began stroking his wet cock. She gasped and coughed trying to get air back into her lungs as she stared up at him afraid to look away. She squirmed as he continued to stroke himself in front of her wanting to feel the hard flesh in her mouth again. 

“Still going to be defiant, little whore?” He asked as she knelt with her mouth open waiting for him to enter her again. 

Within a span of a heartbeat, her panties were ripped from her body and two fingers were shoved roughly inside her pussy. The hand that held her wrist yanked backwards and her Master growled in her ear. “Do not make him ask you twice!”

She shook her head as much as she could and whimpered. “No.”

The fingers inside her pressed deeper while the cock before her was thrust into her throat once more. The chain dropped before her as Christopher placed his hand on her shoulder pressing her down onto her Master’s hand further. Both men brought her pain and pleasure beyond what she had ever felt before and she fought against her own body trying to keep from coming without permission. “No, what?” Christopher growled, keeping his cock in her mouth a few seconds longer before withdrawing it. The fingers still pressed deep inside her causing more pain than pleasure while they were held motionless.

“No, Sir.” She cried out not daring move any part of her body in even the slightest. “I will behave.”

Her Master and his cousin both released the pressure on her body and she nearly fell forward against the standing man. She was breathing rapidly, her heart felt as if it would rip from her chest as she tried to regain her composure. The hand holding her wrists let go and she felt her Master sit directly behind her, but not touch. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed at the thought of him not participating.

“He will join again,” Christopher spoke softly to her seeing her react to Alexander pulling away. “When he feels it is needed. You are not used to two men at once, are you? Does the thought frighten or excite you?”

Victoria looked up at him again and shook her head. “No, Sir. And I have not been with another man since I came to be with my Master so the thought both frightens and excites me.”

He continued to stroke his cock before her and smiled down at her. His eyes turned black for the briefest of moments before returning to their shocking blue. “Don’t worry. We have done this before and I promise we won’t do any permanent damage.”

Christopher let his hand drop from her hair, smiling down at her. “Well, Alex, what rules do you have for me?”

She felt her Master move slightly behind her as she knelt before his cousin. She wanted to be taken by his man more than she thought she would and she anxiously waited what her Master would say. Her hands rest on her thighs and she trembled slightly with excitement, her eyes moving between the hard cock before her face and the piercing blue eyes above her.

“Nothing permanent, as you know,” The deep baritone of his voice sent a small wave of pleasure through her body as she continued to sit perfectly still. “She is a pet that has been given a lot of freedom lately, perhaps too much freedom so I think this will be a good lesson for her. Do what you wish and above all else, enjoy yourself. Do you have any objections, my pet?”

Victoria shook her head quickly as the thoughts of what might come raced through her mind. She was excited and yet a bit fearful of what this man before her might do and what her Master would allow. Her Master, oh how she longed to please him and she would do nothing to upset him this evening. “No Master.”

Master is Pleased - Chapter 2

The water was hot and beat against her body relaxing aching muscles slowly. Victoria closed her eyes and sighed heavily leaning her forehead against the cool marble tiles, images of the last few hours flashing through her mind.

A prickle of cool energy ran along her body causing her to shiver slightly but she remained in the shower. She knew he had come back into the room. He would be inspecting the girl in the bed to ensure she had done what he ordered. She had made sure to tend to the bite on Ashley then gave her a very thorough sponge bath before tending to her own cleanliness. Still, something about the new girl brought a bit of worry to her mind, cast a bit of doubt into her perfect world.

"Do not worry, my pet," the deep baritone voice rolled over her as if smooth silk had been pulled across her flesh. "You are my favorite and always will remain so. Come."

Victoria shut the water off then turned to step out of the large stone shower. Her towel did not hang where she had left it though. She looked up to see her Master holding it in both hands, a warm smile on his face. "Allow me."

She stepped out of the shower and into the soft warmth of the towel, relaxing as he wrapped it around her and carefully began drying her off. He took his time, his hands moving slowly over every inch of her body making sure to capture all the water that clung to her. Dropping the towel beside them he stepped back, leaning against the wall staring at her naked body.

"You did well with the new one. I enjoyed watching you squirm and beg once again." He stared at her, his eyes locked to hers as a devious smile spread across his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of leather with a clasp at one end. Victoria's knees weakened slightly as she caught sight of the item, a moan filling the air around them.

"Good, you do remember what this is then. Come." She chewed on her bottom lip as she stepped closer. Her body was aching for his touch once again. She felt the tightness low in her belly. His smile grew feeling the change in her body, sensing her desire for him. Victoria turned around, giving her back to him as he reached around fastening the collar around her neck.

"May I ask why?" She asked softly as she turned around, her hand tentatively touching the leather collar at her neck. She loved when he had first given it to her, but he had taken it away many years ago when he had her start testing the new girls. Having it back in place now, after her being so defiant early in bed, caused a mix of emotion in her.

"I must beg your forgiveness, my pet. After all of these years I had forgotten just how much you truly enough the role of bottom." He reached for her, drawing her close against his body. She could feel his heartbeat, smell fresh blood on his breath. "You will still test the new ones, for I surely enjoy watching you, but you will once again be my pet in more than just name."

She opened her mouth to respond, his hand wrapping tightly in her hair, yanking her head to the side. She stared up at him, his eyes once again dark with power. His lips met her with such possession and passion, his tongue playing with hers in an endless dance of lust and love.

He broke the kiss, pulling her hair downward using it as a guide for her body to follow. Pulled her to her knees before him, she knew what he wanted. She had been with him for nearly a hundred years now, she knew what this position meant. She raised her hands towards the top of his pants, his hand quickly smacking them away.

"Do not touch until told to, do you understand?" He yanked on her hair firmly to emphasize his warning.

"Yes, Master."

Using his free hand, he undid his pants, pushing them just below his hips. The full length of his manhood, long, thick and hard came into her view and she whimpered softly. The low throaty chuckle that came from above her let her know her sound was not going to be punished. He began stroking himself inches from her face, long slow strokes from balls to tip and back. She licked her lips in anticipation of tasting him, the fire growing between her legs as her desire to feel him grew. He teasingly slapped her cheeks with his cock, holding her head in place with the handful of hair.

"Do you think you have earned this? Do you think you have earned the right to taste your Master's cock?" He continued to stroke himself before her knowing how it tortured her, knowing that not being able to touch him was her one true punishment.

"Please Master," she begged him, raising her eyes to his only briefly before looking back at the thickness before her. "Please, let me please you."

"Open." His voice a whisper, his energy running up and down her body. She did as she was told, moving her eyes to stare up at him as he preferred. He teased her lips with the soft flesh of the head of his dick, running it slowly around as if it were a lipstick tube. She flicked her tongue against it without thinking, her eyes wide as she realized too late what she had done. The growl from above her filled her body with a rush of fear just a moment before he thrust his hips into her. Her throat opened as much as possible but she was not ready for him, she gagged as he hit the back of her throat, her eyes beginning to water as he held himself there.

"Stay yourself or suffer." He growled down at her as he held himself deep in her throat for a handful of seconds longer then finally pulled free letting her catch her breath. She swallowed hard and shifted her position slightly as she opened her mouth again waiting. This time, he entered her mouth more slowly. A long full thrust nearly making her gag only to withdraw again. He repeated this over and over; this teasingly slow pace of fucking her face was driving her mad. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his hands on her body again.

He pulled out of her, holding his erect cock upwards exposing his balls to her. Victoria quickly began licking them, running her tongue up and down between them then moved to suck each one into her mouth carefully. She sucked one in, the flat of her tongue lapping at it before releasing and moving to the other. He groaned as he began stroking himself again. She continued to lick and suck on his balls the feel of his cock moving against her forehead fueling the burn she felt between her legs.

Her head was pulled from him roughly, her eyes locked back on his as he once again filled her mouth and throat with his entire organ. He began bucking his hips wildly, rapidly, slamming himself fully into her throat. Pressing the on the back of her head, he held her there, nose against his skin, throat and mouth clenching around every inch of his cock. Several quick small bucks of his hips and she felt the hot liquid shoot into her throat. His low growl of pleasure echoed through her body. She swallowed as hard as she could with him still in her; she knew that if she let any release from her mouth he would not be pleased. After several seconds, he slowly pulled free from her mouth allowing her to swallow completely, her throat burned from the abuse it just received.

He turned her head from side to side examining her mouth. He pulled her to her feet, kissing her forehead lightly as he released his grip on her hair. "That's my good girl. Get yourself dressed, we will have guests tonight. Make it something purple this evening."

He ran one hand quickly between her legs; her body trembled with his touch. She moaned loudly as he rubbed her clit lightly then walked away. She wanted to scream, wanted to beg for release "Master, please."

"Later." Was the only response then his energy was gone from the room.