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Maggie awoke to the familiar feel of leather straps. She was bound again and blindfolded as before unsure whether she had been without it. She did know that she was no longer in the dungeon. Unlike the dungeon, this room was warm and she was lying face down on a bed that was both soft and luxurious.
Her wrists where secured behind her back bound together as was her elbows not quite together but enough that she knew she would soon feel the strain in her shoulders. Maggie’s ankles bound together, she began to wiggle. She discovered that her wrists and ankles were somehow connected.
That she was already aroused when she woke had gone without notice. It was if she was in a constant state of arousal and the only question was one of degree. Even so, now alert and having discovered her circumstance her arousal was again growing and hoping for an opportunity to return to the abyss.
She felt a confidence and peace in her bondage. The sensation of the dungeon returning to her and reminding her of the gift she had so freely given. The gift he has so passionately accepted. She could feel the wet stickiness of her sex, and smell her scent in the warm air of the room, and she hoped.
Hope was a strange thing for her. A slave sold in bondage and servitude did not have the luxury of hope. Her life had secured the future for her parents, brother and sisters. She would not know freedom, and would not know such privileges as marriage. Still her bound and shrouded in darkness she found her dared to hope. Here on the path to the white abyss, and in its depth she was complete. The sum of her physical, mental, and emotional joined and basked in a warm peace that she in some way thought must have been the heaven that visiting bishops often spoke about over dinner and wine. Her bondage was her freedom and she would gladly give her body to the one who would take her there.
There was something else. A sound that was both raspy and smooth. It came and went without rhythm or cadence. Occasionally she would here the rustle of water, and movements.
Maggie thought about speaking. Maybe saying good morning, but she didn’t know what part of the day he had awoken to, and she found that she wanted to relish the quiet sounds and her bonds just a while longer.
Maggie tested her bonds and it had he noticed her efforts subtle struggle. Antonio had been waiting patiently with Clarisse. He watched his gift now safely wrapped once more as she passed from slumber to waking. He was in no rush as Clarisse was shaving his face and head with a straight razor. Her skilled hands moved as if she where a painter and his skin the canvas. His face was free of any nicks or scars. He had long sense ceased to worry and now spend his time beneath her care far away lost in his own thoughts.
Clarisse for her part was standing in front and to the side of her master deep in concentration despite having her master’s skilled fingers playing with the folds of her sex, and her clit.
When Clarisse finished his shave, she took a warm cloth and wiped away the remaining traces of shaving cream. She caught her breath and fought to make her legs stop shaking as her master withdrew his taunting fingers from her sex. The climax denied her thought she had been teetering on the edge as he stood and moved towards Maggie.
Clarisse waited patently for the chance to follow the instructions that her master had given her. She composed herself quickly and moved to the side of the bed opposite Antonio. Moving together almost as it was a familiar dance Antonio and Clarisse climbed onto the bed and grabbed hold of Maggie. Antonio gabbed her shoulder while Clarisse her knee and together they rolled Maggie onto her side. Her hardened nipples and the swollen slick lips of her pussy exposed to their greedy gaze.
Maggie began to speak but before she could utter a word, Antonio slid his hardened cock into her mouth. Clarisse pushed herself forward and made her body a lever to push Maggie’s legs wide apart and to expose her sex to them even further. Maggie’s heart began to pound as they claimed her body again. Her grown sent vibration through Antonio’s cock as her mouth stretched to accommodate his fullness. He loved the effect.
Grabbing Maggie by the hair, he pulled her head down and forced his cock deeper into the warmth of her mouth. He held her down and left her with just enough space in her mouth to keep her from choking on his manhood.
“It is time that you learn the rules that you shall be expected to follow. Whenever I ask you a question, I expect an immediate answer. Do you understand?”
Maggie understood perfectly. She was however unsure how to answer with his cock filling her mouth and hesitated as a result. A sharp pain went through her body radiating from her pussy as Clarisse slapped the mound of her pussy with the flat of her hand. Maggie’s scream sent even stronger vibrations into the depths of Antonio’s cock.
“You must not have understood.” Antonio said. “Let me start over. If I ask you a question, I expect it to be answer immediately. Do you understand?”
Maggie said yes and shook her head in affirmation. Her yes only a muffled mumble but both actions created the pleasant stimulation that his cock craved. He smiled at Clarisse who in turn smiled at him as she lightly caressed the lips of Maggie’s now extra sensitive pussy.
“Better. You are to address me as Master unless we are in the presence of other in the daily realm of the estate. Do you understand?”
Maggie again shook her head in affirmation and promptly said a muffled yes. Only to have her yes turn to a scream as Clarisse brought her hand down and slapped Maggie’s exposed breast.
“I would suggest that you pay better attention to what I say in the future slave. Let us try again. You are to address me as Master unless we are in the presence of other in the daily realm of the estate. Do you understand?”
This time she said yes master as she nodded her head. Clarisse’s gentle Clarisse returning to the folds of her pussy and sending shivers through her body. She fought for breath as she tried to breath through her nose, and exhaling in bursts that made her cheeks swell as the air forced its way past her master’s cock. Drool was dripping from her lips and down her cheeks.
“Damn that voice!” Maggie thought. That voice that I crave and dream about. Somehow, she both hating and loving the voice that called her like a siren. Hating it for the pain but loving it for the pleasure and freedom.
“You shall refer to Clarisse as Mistress or Miss Clarisse, and shall obey her as you will me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.” Master Antonio was beginning to love the sound of those words as they pasted through his throbbing cock. Clarisse rewarded Maggie by sliding a finger into the depths of her wet pussy.
“You will be mine to use, or punish as I please. You will submit your pleasure to me just as you submit your body to me. That means, you are to assume that permission to cum has been denied unless one of us expressly grants you permission. If you do I will make sure are punished in such a way as to not allow you to cum. Do you understand?“
“Yes Master.” The answer was becoming rote as she tried to focus on the voice. Each moment that pasted made it more difficult as each answer brought with it more stimulation from Clarisse and she found herself dangerously close to passing over the edge of the abyss. She gurgled out the answer as Clarisse drove two fingers into her sex, and began to pinch and pull one of her nipples. Maggie’s words turning into an animal like moan sending vibrations deep into her master’s cock.
She wanted to pass over the edge desperately but the voice, that damned evil, beautiful, glorious voice said no. It called her back but her body bit her to pass into the glorious white bliss. Her breath held in anticipation. Her entire being was waiting suspended at the edge.
Her body began to shake in frustration as her master pulled her head back releasing his throbbing saliva coated cock from her mouth just as Clarisse released her nipple and withdrew her sex-coated fingers from Maggie’s depths. Maggie’s breath returning in spasms as she began begging her master to cum.
“These are only the first of many rules that you must sweet one. You must choose. Once you give yourself to me and accept me as your Master you shall bound to me. That was your wish when you returned to the dungeon, but you can still return to your old life. You can seek absolution from the priest and have all be as it was. If that is your choice, neither Clarisse or I shall ever return you to the dungeon, and shall again be touched or acknowledged as anything but a chambermaid by myself or Clarisse.
Maggie’s chest heaved as she fought to breath. Her mind tried to absorb the full meaning of his words. She knew that she could not go back to life as it had been. Her tears dropped freely into her blindfold as she fought for the breath to speak.
“I’m only free when I am in your service master.” The words came in rushes between breaths but held a tone of confidence.
“I am your slave, and wish to be so with all my being. Do with me as you wish.”
Master Antonio smiled with pride and genuine affection at his bound slave. He pulled her forward again as he drove his cock into her mouth. He began fucking her mouth in earnest sometimes slowly and deeply, sometimes in quick thrusts pulling her head down as he drove into her. He relished the power that she had given him over her. Fucking her stretched mouth until his cum began to shoot down her throat and fill her mouth. Pulling her head back and freeing his still pulsing manhood from her. He released her hair and moved off the bed as Clarisse moved forward to lick away the cum that seeped from the corners of Maggie’s mouth.
With the taste of her master on her lips, Clarisse raised herself over Maggie’s face, and grabbing hold of both nipples claimed her promised reward.
“Lick my pussy slave. Lick it and make me cum all over that sweet face.”
Maggie began to driver her tongue into the wet folds of Clarisse’s swollen sex. She drove to higher and higher plains of pleasures knowing from experience how best to please her mistress. She felt Mistress Clarisse’s body begin to shake and quiver. She tasted the changes in Clarisse’s sex as she drew closer to the edge. Maggie’s body was almost one with that her mistress. It was as if her body felt each circle and flick of her tongue. The sharp sound of Clarisse’s hands repeated slapping Maggie’s breasts joined her moans and Maggie’s muffled screams. Maggie’s own pleasure being drawn form the pleasure she was creating in Clarisse. The blows sent waves of throbbing pleasure through her as her breasts began to turn red and from the blows. Her mistress plunged into the abyss that she craved for herself. Maggie joining her in her mind even though her body still craved its chance to join her in the white bliss.
Maggie felt her mistress’s body begin to spasm above her. She fought to keep the moist hardness of her tongue buried deep in the folds of Clarisse’s sex as the waves past. She slowly started to lick the wet folds once again as her mistress recovered. Beginning to lick in earnest again as she tasted the excitement returning.
Clarisse continued to ride Maggie’s tongue through the waves of ecstasy that Maggie created in her, returning to the abyss repeatedly until the relentless waves became too painful to ride and she climbed free of slave.
Maggie’s jaws and tongue ached and her body covered in sweet. She just lay still bound and aching from the hog tie as panted for breath.
Before she had a chance to recover, Clarisse pushed Maggie onto her stomach and then pulled her up by her bonds until she was on her knees. Once on her knees, Clarisse pushed her face down into the mattress of the bed. Fingers plunged into her sopping wet sex. They pulled free and returned to coat her ass hole before plunging into her still tender ass. The fingers fled her body as quickly as they had appeared.
Maggie lust was becoming overwhelming as her body was once again answered the siren’s call. Her master’s cock returned to her. This time it stretched her asshole. Its entrance into her depths was slow and patient. His cock stretched her a little at time. It entered her and then retreated in small thrusts. Each thrust drove into her a little deeper than the last.
Master fucked her with a controlled passion letting his lust rebuild after his recent release. He let himself experience all of her as he took his pleasure. Sometimes slowing and driving into her wetness without letting her body feel the contact with his body. She desperately wanted more. She wanted to feel his body slapping against pussy and to wrap her legs around him and pull him into her. She wanted to force his cock into her depths deeper and harder.
He couldn’t describe the pleasure he took from feeling her arse spasm around his cock, from watching her body pull and strain against her bounds, and the grunts and moans that escaped her lips as her chest heaved in desperation. All of his senses focused on experiencing her ecstasy. His passions mixed with hers until the sensations of her jerking shaking body seemed to be apart of his own. Their heat grew and blended into an unquenchable fire. The feel of her muscles trembling around his manhood feeding an inferno that engulfed him with need once again.
Maggie was lost in the sensations once again. Her face and breasts felt as if they unbearably driven into hard luxury of the fabrics while her muscles ached from her bonds, and her service. Her ass was burning from the intrusion of her master’s cock into her depths. The burning sensation moved like a fire into her sex driving her closer to the edge of the abyss.
Her body was acting on instincts as she felt everything and nothing at once. Her mind waited for the voice to find her in the fog of light. She had to wait for the voice to tell her that it was ok to succumb to the need.
“I’m trying master. I cannot stay longer. Please let me cum? Please, do not make me stay longer. I need to fall..neeed to go…” She spoke the words but it was like a dream and she didn’t know if she had spoken them aloud or only in her mind.
His knew that he could not deny his needs much longer. He felt himself thrusting faster and harder. The needs of his body became more urgent. He reached forward and grabbed Maggie by the hair leaning forward as he pulled her head back. He struggled to speak the words as her moans fuelled his hunger until he was all but lost.
“Cum for me. Cum now sweet one!” It was the voice. That wonderful powerful commanding voice had freed her and her body obeyed. Her entire body began to spasm in answer to the call her juices flowing from her sex as the waves returned to her.
He felt her body obey him. His own body pulling him into her depths again and held her as he proclaimed his ownership over this gift so freely given. She felt his cock pulsing inside her as she rode the waves into the light that brought her dreams. Feeling a since of pride and joy at knowing that she had brought her master such bliss.
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