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Just a visit to the beach …
This story is a complete work of fiction. It has been written by a real life Master and slave couple. The structure is intended to reflect the alternate dom and sub view on an interesting scenario as our heroine, Ev, is introduced to slavery …Enjoy, and please let us know what you thought.
PART 4
Master (10) …
Fuck that was close!
I had stopped just inches from the rear of the car in front. The show that my slut and Stace had been putting on was mesmerising and I hadn’t been paying attention to the road. Still, not to worry, we had survived.
And slut hadn’t cum! No whipping, but still plenty of creative pain in store for her. My cock began to ache again.
We all disembarked from the car and stepped out onto my driveway. I was proud of my house. It was a large wooden and brick building with 4 bedrooms, living and dining room a reception hall, cloakroom and three restrooms, including 1 en suite. It also had a cellar.
“Wow Si, nice place.”
It pleased me that Stacy was impressed. Slut looked around in awe saying nothing.
“What’s down there Si?”
“It’s my cellar Stace. Want to take a look?” I said as I reached down to release Slut’s wrists. I smiled as she rubbed quickly around her arms wincing as the blood once more began to flow properly.
“Mmmmm yes,” she purred.
I unlocked the top door before stepping first into the dark staircase. I flicked on the light so that the girls could follow. Slut came after me and Stacy behind her. I guess that Stace allowed Ev before her to make sure she did not try to run away as normally a useless slut like Ev would have been made to follow behind.
We reached the bottom where the stairs opened out into a huge room that stretched for the entire floor space of the house. I knew they would be impressed.
“Fuck me Si,” said Stacy perhaps half to reflect her reaction and half as a statement of what she wanted – or so I liked to think!
Ev still just looked around amazed, but now with a terrified look registered on her face. The room was a dungeon, and a much better equipped one than Jonno’s.
“Do you like it girls?”
Stacy whistled her continued wonderment as I moved to pick a long coiled whip off the wall. I could see Ev’s eyes scanning the many pulley’s, chains, whips, manacles, cuffs and the whole variety of devices and instruments of torture that furnished the room.
If she thought there was to be any respite her views had just been corrected.
“Master,” said slut, her lisp now completely gone.
“Yes slut.”
“May slut speak?”
“Go on,” I said wondering what she could have to say.
“Slut needs to pee, Sir.”
“Okay slut, go on then.”
Ev looked at me disbelievingly.
“Here, Master? But you have so many bathrooms. Slut could just …”
“My bathrooms are not for the use of worthless slaves. Pee in this.” I reached her a plastic bucket, “and do it now in front of Mistress and me.”
“Oh, please sir, slut can’t …”
“It’s no longer your choice slut. I am ordering you to. Fucking well piss for me now … get on with it!”
The severity in my tone made Ev squat down, bunch up her skirt and pee into the bucket whilst Stacy and I laughed at her. Despite everything she had been through today this no doubt would have been one of the most humiliating.
She finished and stood up and smoothed her skirt down clearly desperate to retain any last vestige of modesty for as long as possible. I moved the bucket away.
“Si,” Stacy said with a sexy undertone.
“What Stace,” I replied.
“I wanna fuck slut.”
“Do you, where?”
“In the ass Si, with a huge strap on dildo – like that one over there!” She pointed like an excited schoolgirl to a thick, black dildo laid out on a table top.
Ev turned to look at first me then Stacy.
“No Master please, not her. Please, Master, fuck your slut!”
Stacy smiled and I knew that smile was to reflect the amount of trouble that my slave had just gotten herself into.
“Oh poor bitch, you’ve really done it now!” Stacy said gleefully.
“No, please, please let gyrl go ... let your slut go now. She will come back to you sometime. She is tired out … she needs to rest. Don’t let her …” Ev’s incoherent whining faded away to nothing as the futility of it became clear.
I was furious and it showed as I shouted angrily.
“Down bitch! On your knees! On your knees now!”
Ev shrank back against the wall of the room, terrified.
“On your knees bitch!” Stacy joined in much to slut’s additional embarrassment.
Slut fell back neatly on her haunches, spread her thighs and assumed the Nadu position, wide-eyed and trembling – trying to please but it was too late.
“Stay on your knees bitch! You will be punished. You have no rights at all and you certainly have no right to refuse to serve anyone I ask you to serve.”
I prodded the end of my large coiled whip against Ev's back, poking it into the material of my sweat top and lifting it up in puckers, revealing some of the tantalisingly tanned flesh of her lower back. Maybe I would get to whip the stupid slut after all. My cock really did ache now.
I turned to Stacy.
“Strip her!”
“No, please Master, “slut protested.
Stacy reached forward, grabbed Ev's top by the front and pulled it roughly upwards and over her head. I noticed how much of a lingering look Stacy gave to Ev’s firm breasts
I then poked the end of the whip underneath the hem of Ev’s short denim skirt.
“Get this off,” I said dismissively.
Again Stacy reached forward, undid the silver, stud button, and pulled down the zipper. The brief skirt fell free onto to the floor. Ev wore no underwear any longer and so once again she stood naked before us.
Stacy paced around slut, staring inquisitively at her frightened face as she rubbed her hands across Ev's smooth back.
“You really are a pretty one aren't you? Yes, a very pretty one. I will fuck you sooner or later you know; you will like that won’t you?”
Ev started to cry.
“Won’t you?” Stacy demanded an answer.
Ev shook her head, which infuriated both Stacy and I even more. I lost my patience.
“Stacy, I have to go pee. String her up so that we can jack-knife her but leave her hanging stretched above ground until I return.” I assumed that Stacy knew what I meant by ‘jack-knife’. I would soon find out I guessed.
Having relieved my bladder, washed myself and generally messed about for ten minutes or so I returned to the torture room.
Stacy had her strung up beautifully. It made me hard just to look at my slut in all her bound splendour.
“Great job Stace,” I complimented her. She had known what I meant.
Ev had done wrong to speak way out of turn and now she knew it. She looked gorgeous secured before Stacy and I and she was, apart from a broad black studded collar fastened about her neck and purposely positioned straps, completely naked. My slut’s taut body hung from her stretched arms so that her toes dangled two feet above the ground. Agonising!
Thick leather cuffs secured her wrists to a few links of chain and the ring that hung over the hook on the end of the bracket. A leather strap had been buckled about her knees, while another set of cuffs with a trailing chain bound her ankles.
These constraints helped to shape Ev’s body into a stunning, slender length, twisting slightly from side to side as far as the chain that held her allowed. The stretching of her pectoral muscles exposed the pale hollows of her armpits and pulled her pert high breasts into a very provocative position.
Nervous breathing caused a rapid swell and contraction of the flat, taut expanse of stomach flesh under her jewel adorned navel that perfectly complimented my slut’s slim waist. Her shaved pussy and groin looked just delectable.
Slave’s long hair was still tied in a simple pony-tail, hanging loose falling long down the smooth length of her back. Her head hung facing the floor as though in shame. Her brown eyes stared sightlessly down at the ground.
A flick of my whip across her midriff jerked slut back to her senses. Ev, her eyes wide with apprehension, met my stern gaze.
"Now then, cunt," I said. "You know why you're strung up like this?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered. "To be punished. Slut is so sorry. She'll never do it again, she promises!"
I glanced back at Stacy as she sat comfortably watching the proceedings unfold. I smiled as I noticed that she had rested her hands seductively and conveniently between her legs.
"No, you won't cunt," I said with an assured certainty, "this session will make certain of that. Mistress Stacy, lift her feet."
Stacy stood up, moved over to the dangling slut, grasped the chain trailing from Ev's ankle cuffs and climbed the small stepladder placed beside my unfortunate slave, drawing the chain up after her.
Ev bent in the middle like a ‘jack-knife’, the strap about her knees forcing her legs to remain straight, until her feet were almost level with her bound hands.
“Ouuucchhhhhhh,” cried Ev as her body became painfully stretched, “Master pleeeaaaase!”
Stacy hooked the ankle chain over the bracket and then reached between slut's legs and chest. A snap ring dangled from her collar, and this Stacy fastened to the strap about slut’s knees so that Ev's face was pressed against her shins.
Slut was very creatively bound. Excellent!
Stacy stepped down.
Now slut hung like an exotic fruit ripe for picking, her hips almost at shoulder height, leaving her pussy and ass completely exposed. Her tightly bound knees squeezed her thighs together and forced out her smooth labial lips into an unwilling pout. They shone both with remaining urine drips and stimulated pussy juice - Ev still being massively stoked from her unsatisfying encounter with Stace in the back of my car.
But it was the hole below this that held my immediate attention. I poked the dark rose of slut's anus with my straightened forefinger, making my slave jerk helplessly within her bonds.
"Now, slut," I said, "what's this?"
"My... your slut’s ass hole, sir," Ev replied despairingly.
"And what's it for?"
"For her to shit … sir."
I smacked her butt cheeks hard.
"Do not be smart, cunt … what else?"
"To... to give pleasure to you Master.”
“And anyone else I want to give your sorry ass hole to, understood?”
I stepped back and swung hard with the coiled whip and watched as the single, thick lash slashed across Ev’s bottom leaving a red welt trailing across her cheeks.
“Yeeeooowwwwwww!”
“understood?” I repeated.
“Y … y … yes sir.”
"Good," I said. I took up a stance to one side of Ev and rested the coil from the whip across her tight buttocks. "Now I’m going to drive that message home so you'll never forget it."
I flashed the whip through the air and it smacked into slut’s ass flesh.
Ev yelped deliciously, twisting on her chain like a hooked fish. A second thin red weal burned across her bottom cheeks and the split peach of her cunt as it rose between them. I let slut’s twisting come to rest, and then asked,
"What can be put up your bottom hole, cunt?"
“Master?”
“Answer me slave, what can I put inside your ass?”
"Cocks, fingers, dildos... ass plugs... anything! Sir." Ev gasped.
“Correct cunt, in fact I can insert whatever I like because it is my ass, is it not?”
“Y…y…yes Master”.
Slash! The whip hurtled down to slut’s ass once more.
“Noooooooooooo, stooooooooppppppp!”
"And how often can these things be put up there?"
"As many times as you wish M…m…master..."
Again the lash struck home.
“Yeeeooooooowwwwwww!”
"And do you have any say in the matter?"
"No, sir... not at all, sir..."
I whipped Ev’s ass hard for a fifth time.
“Bastarddddddddddddddddddd!”
I heard her cursed transgression and made a mental note to hit her harder next time.
"What if it hurts you a little?"
"I..., your slut is here to suffer if you so desire, Master."
A sixth stroke of the whip made Ev scream anew.
"So will you ever refuse your ass hole again to anyone that I say can have access to it?"
"No, sir... they can cram it full with whatever they want, sir..."
Slash!!!! A seventh stroke was anything but heaven for Ev.
"What are you?"
"A useless slut... a slave and a cunt to be used only and always for my Master’s pleasure ..."
Ev was almost gibbering, so desperate was she to be released from her latest torment.
Remembering her use of the word bastard I whipped the next lash down harder than on any of the previous strokes.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”
I enjoyed hearing Ev swear so meaningfully and so sexily. My cock was aching to fuck my little slut. But I might just ‘make do’ with the gorgeous Stacy and deliver the ultimate frustration to my delicious slave.
"And don't you ever forget it," I said, lowering the whip.
As slut hung sobbing and trembling I examined the results of my handiwork. Ev’s bottom was crisscrossed with weals and scarlet with heat, but the skin had not been broken. Experience had taught me just how much force to use on such occasions. I touched one or two of the marks and felt her body jump. Now there was one final detail and slut’s current punishment would be complete.
"You'll stay up here until Stacy and I have amused ourselves slut," I told Ev, "hopefully by then you will have learned your lesson. Understand?"
Ev nodded back to me as far as her bonds allowed and said faintly: "Yes Master... thank you."
I took from a shelf a hook set in the end of a substantial length of inch- thick, phallus shaped, wood dowel.
"Now, I need a place to hang this hook. Do you know of one, slut?"
Warily, knowing, I am sure, what I needed to hear, Ev replied to me "Master please use this slut’s ass hole."
I smiled and moved over to my hanging slut once more, taking a moment to fondle her reddened ass cheeks, before I took the wooden length and slipped it between her ass cheeks forcing slut’s anal ring open.
“Oh no! Please Master, don’t do this!”
Ignoring her cries I screwed the wooden dildo into the yielding tunnel of her ass until only the hook end was visible.
Ev squirmed and groaned, “Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk Master!”
Then I hung my sweat top, her skirt and her bikini thong from it.
“There you go, “I laughed, “the cunt is just a useless clothes hook!”
I turned to Stacy, who had been watching the whole procedure in what looked like fascinated silence.
"Gag her, Stace. I don't want to hear a sound until we’re finished."
"Yes, Master," Stacy said dutifully. It was the first time she had used that title with me. It would not be the last.
Once more Stacy climbed the small ladder in order to gain better access to slut’s mouth. With little resistance, largely due I guessed to Ev’s immobility, Stacy pushed a red ball gag deep into slut’s warm mouth, and strapped it tightly around her head before descending to the floor once again.
Now I was all set to amuse myself while slut just hung and hurt and ached!
Stacy was a stunning piece of ass, of that there could be no denying. Just moments earlier she had called me Master. It made me hard just to think of it.
“Okay Stacy,” I said with just a hint of threat in my voice, “You might be Mistress to that piece of useless flesh hanging up there, but you’re just another slut to me. Understood?”
Stacy looked at me a little wide eyed, but also a little more breathless then she had been.
“Yes Master.”
This little scenario was playing out just fine.
“Okay then Staaaayyyceeeeeee,” I said mocking her name, “When you are controlling my slave you can be Mistress Stacy, but when I am using you then you will be referred to as if you are as low as slut. Understood?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good. Now Strip.”
I looked up at Ev. If she had any feeling left in her tightly bound body then she would be well and truly juicing after the display I now had planned.
“Take your top off slut.” I issued my short, curt command.
Stacy smiled to herself. I stood patiently waiting; the atmosphere in the room was thick with sexual anticipation. I watched as Stacy reached down to her waist and, gripping the material of her skimpy vest top, pulled upwards freeing her gorgeous pierced tits from their material restraint. I noticed that she couldn't resist taking a peek at my reaction and she smiled slightly when she saw my lustful leer. Ev would need pierced nipples soon, I reminded myself.
I glanced up at Ev. She had closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes cunt, or you will suffer more.” She did as she was asked and so enjoyed a first class view of this encounter between Stacy and I.
Stacy tossed the flimsy material to the floor furtively glancing, I saw, as she did so at my crotch. I knew she would be pleased to see the telltale bulge pushing against the stretched fabric of my shorts.
My gaze now lingered on her breasts. I almost groaned as she slowly, thoughtfully licked her lips in lustful anticipation, darting my tongue in, out, and around her nipples rings.
I looked up at Ev and could see the visible signs of her pussy juicing.
“Okay cunt,” I addressed Stacy, who smiled at the way I was addressing her, “lose the jeans and sneakers.”
A minute of almost slow motion like action saw the gorgeous blond wind down the snug fitting denim and slip off her pumps to create a bigger clothes pile on the floor.
"Now your panties slut," I addressed Stacy once more.
She hesitated for only a second before she slipped the black lace thong down her slender legs and kicked them off her feet and away to join her other clothes in a heap.
Now she was naked.
I sat myself down in the chair previously occupied by Stacy.
“Come here slut Stacy,” I commanded.
With just a hint of an approving nod Stacy came over to kneel between my spread knees. With her head turned downwards her thick blond hair hid her face and hands from my view, but I could feel her fingers working expertly at my shorts and soon her soft little tongue made tingling contact with the still growing head of my cock.
She licked round the sheath of my foreskin until I was fully erect and then I felt her lips slide slowly over my helmet and her tongue explore the slit. Reaching down with both hands I pulled her hair back so that I could see as well as feel.
Immediately Stacy pulled her head back a little and put her tongue out so that I had a clear view of it lapping at the purple coloured end and then as it trailed slowly down the shaft. She circled one hand round the base of my throbbing erection and gently moved it up and down while her mouth closed over me once again and she began to suck eagerly, moving her head from side to side as well as up and down, sometimes greedily. Sucking noises escaped from her connection with me.
Slowly she moved further and further down, taking in more and more of my shaft until I could feel the exquisite constriction of her throat around me. Convulsively I gripped my hands harder in her hair and pushed her head down while I bucked my hips up urgently at her.
Slut Stacy never flinched; she just stayed as she was and let my cock slide further down her throat. I pulled back and then thrust again, once more pulling her down onto me. Three more such thrusts and I felt the irresistible tides of my orgasm begin to flood.
My penis tensed and swelled, Stacy felt it and her hand gripped me tighter, moving up and down faster and faster. With a groan of pure delight I let my body take over completely and felt the sperm pump deep into her throat while I rammed her head down brutally hard.
She took it all, swallowing long and slow whilst I thrust into her mouth and erupted time and again. It was a superb blow job, the best I had ever experienced I thought, but then weren’t they all at the time, and I spent a long time savouring every last discharge.
Stace for her part kept me deep in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the slit from which my semen had splashed, making sure that she had got it all. At last she tucked my softening length back into my shorts and knelt back on her haunches, running one elegant finger around her chin and then sucking it to gather in an errant drop of sperm. Just watching her do that had me hardening again.
I stood up and approach my hanging slave.
“So slut did you enjoy the show?” I asked.
Ev nodded as best she could.
“Do you feel frustrated?” I said as I moved my finger to her pussy and teased out the moisture that had formed there.
Ev closed her eyes and sighed, then again she nodded.
“Does my slut want Master’s cock?”
A third nod revealed her frustrated desires.
“I’m sure slut will get plenty of opportunity later,” I laughed.
I looked at the clock. It was now approaching ten thirty. It had been over seven hours since I first set eyes on the beautiful Evelyn Wang. She had been a virgin then but now she was no longer. She did not have a virgin orifice left.
“Take her down Stace. Remove the ass hook first.”
I watched as Stacy, still gloriously naked, immediately obeyed my command. She pulled the wooden dildo from slut’ ass with more energy than was probably necessary. Ev let out a gagged scream of pain. The Stacy climbed the short ladder and unhooked first Slave’s head from her shins and then the top hook which allowed her legs to fall straight once more.
I smiled as I noted how Stacy had unhooked the clasp and then just let Ev’s legs fall. This would have hurt tremendously around her shoulders and wrists and the agonised groan coming from under slut’s gag signified this.
Stacy then unhooked the wrist cuffs from the ceiling hooks and let Ev fall in a crumpled heap to the floor. For a second time today she was painfully constricted in severe bondage.
Bit by bit Stacy took off slave’s binds. First the leather knee straps then the wrist and ankle cuffs and finally her ball gag. Now we could hear her suffer.
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, fuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkk!”
Ev curled up into a foetal ball as the blood coursed once more like fire through her veins.
I was tired, and to be honest, was also desperate to make out more with Stacy. I had a plan. I moved to slut and dragged her aching body to its knees.
“Master?” she said questioning what was about to happen now.
“Stick out your tongue cunt.” I ordered. I had picked up a small hand clamp much like the one I had used at Jonno’s. Ev looked very wary of what might happen to her but, with apparent reluctance, her sexy pink tongue appeared anyway.
“Stace,” who was an experienced piercer in her own right – pretty much how Jonno met her – “find me a lower tongue stud with a ring in that drawer over there. And get some super glue while you are at it, same drawer.”
My slut began to panic but her tongue was held fast. Under my instruction the still naked Stacy replaced the bottom of the tongue stud with one that had a ring, super gluing the two parts together so there was not way to get it off except by cutting.
“Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped cunt, much to the amusement of both Stacy and me.
“Oh Mather, Mithtreth!!” her lisp was delightfully back with a vengeance, and I could hear the ring click on her lower teeth as she spoke.
“Tell me that my cunt is also my slave, my slut and my sex toy!” I ordered Ev. Stacy smiled in amusement.
Ev looked at me and slowly started to say, “Your cunt is your thlave, your thlut and your thex toy.” How humiliating for her to have to say those words anyway but with a lisp that I had inflicted on her … well my cock just hardened even more. I would put that stud ring to good use in the future.
“Tell me that my cunt is a stupid, useless slut!”
Again Ev looked like she was about to cry, “Mather, your cunt ith a thtupid, uthless, thlut!”
“Stand up stupid, useless slut.” Ev got unsteadily to her feet.
“Stace, plat her hair in one, long thick plat.” I was pleased to see Stace move immediately behind slut and pull her hair tightly back. Slut winced a little.
I reached for slut’s tits and, allowing myself a quick fondle first, I removed her nipple hoops. These I then replaced with a fitting that consisted of a bar that fitted through her nipple hole, connected to which was a larger hoop with a 2 inch long silver statue of a naked female slave stretched out long with her wrists tied above her head. The bar which had pierced her nipple had another small padlock fastened through the hole at one end which would stop Ev taking the fitting out. I connected another fitting exactly the same to her other breast.
By now Stace had created a long plat out of Ev’s lovely long hair. You will not touch your hair until I say so. This will allow your beautiful new ear piercings to be fully viewable.
Stacy and I laughed at slut, who immediately burst into tears.
“So my lisping cunt, here you are with your tongue ringed, your nipples with naked slave statues padlocked to them and what’s more you already have a second pair of ear hoops sporting my ‘S’. I think you are now ready.”
Slut looked puzzled.
”What’s the plan Si?”
“The plan my lovely Stace is that we are taking slut here back to her apartment where she will have to face her room mate adorned with all of this metal and with a pronounced lisp. She will spend the night at her apartment and then meet me back at the boathouse tomorrow at 2:30 in the afternoon.”
“Uh?” Ev looked up. Her eyes said fuck you, I’ll just lock myself in my room and you’ll never see me again.
Answering her unsaid question I said, “And she will return because I am the only one who can free her from all the crap we have padlocked to her and I have already taken her ID from her bag.”
“Ohhhh Mather, no pleath, noooooooooo!” Ev wailed, falling to her knees.
Get up and get dressed slut, and when you return tomorrow I want you to wear a red lacy thong, your micro denim skirt and a short vest. No bra. Understand?”
Ev bowed her head, “Yeth Mather!”
“And I want a picture on your mobile phone of you, looking like you do now, with your room mate, Rika is it, to prove that you have seen her. Understand cunt?”
Ev simply nodded, unable to speak, lost in utter humiliation and shock.
“And one more thing. If anyone, and I mean anyone asks what the S stands for on the hoops, you will say ‘slut’. Understand?”
Once again, Ev bowed her head and nodded, “Yeth, Mather.”
“This then leaves you and me all night to fuck each others brains out!” I said leaning in to kiss Stacy. She kissed me back until I pulled free.
“You need to get dressed as well.”
******
45 minutes later we were parked outside Ev’s apartment. I had let Stacy drive my car and I had ridden with Ev. This meant that Stace wouldn’t be seen by Jonno when we collected Ev’s car. I would speak to John tomorrow.
“Go then my slut and enjoy your evening of humiliation. It looks like your ‘sweetheart’ is in,” … I could see lights on.
Ev looked up at me with wide eyes. It was ironic but she was effectively begging me to keep her and not to force her to go home. It was a delightful thought but of course I knew her reasons.
We both got out of the car.
“Thank me slut.”
She looked into my eyes. What a day it had been for her.
“Thank you Mather.”
I watched as she walked up to her front door, put her key in the lock, twisted it and entered. I turned towards my car and saw the beautiful Stacy waiting for me. The thought of what I would do with her combined with my visions of Ev’s night of humiliation made me so hard that I nearly came on the spot.
Life was good!
Slut (10) …
I am not sure if my brain was even working. I just opened the front door, and stepped inside. The light was on in Rika’s room down the hall, and she called out, “Who’s there?”
“Me,” I said simply, knowing if I said much more the tongue piercing would affect the words. And I was almost to the point of bursting into tears.
“Hey, I thought you said you would be gone for the weekend,” she replied, and I could hear her chair slide out from her desk where she was probably working on the computer.
“Yeah, me too,” I quickly replied, trying to get to my room before she saw me, but that was almost hopeless. Rika came around the corner of her room as I was opening the door to mine, and exclaimed, “What the fuck!”
I stopped, turned, and just burst into tears, covering my face in my hands and crumbling to my knees. She ran over and knelt down by me, hugging me and said, “What’s wrong, Ev? Whose sweat top is this?”
Then, a moment later, “Whoa, new hoops. What does the S mean?”
I heard her questions, but couldn’t reply. I just sobbed, letting the anguish and horror of the last several hours wash over me.
“Come on, you’re ok, Ev. Tell me what’s wrong,” Rika spoke soothingly, continuing to hold my sobbing body. After a few moments, she noticed other things. “You smell like sex, Ev. Is that what happened? Did you give in? Were you raped? Ev, tell me, I’m your friend.”
This was the second time I had been hugged in the past few hours. Master hugged me tenderly, but within minutes I was being whipped. Now my friend, Rika, was holding me tightly. I was all screwed up, not knowing if I could trust her. Of course, I had to. There was no one else. I reached out my arms to hug her in return, and the sobbing began to lessen.
After a few more moments, during which Rika continued her mantra of “it’s ok, It’s ok,” I slowly released her and tilted back on my heals. For a moment, I thought of spreading my knees as a kajira must, but Rika’s knees surrounded mine as she knelt before me.
I looked at my friend and she smiled. Though 21, she had braces on her teeth. I thought that was so cool, because who else at that age would be so brave. She went to an orthodontist near the end of our freshman year at Cal, because she had a slight overbite and her wisdom teeth were coming in at an odd angle. One and a half years later, she was still in braces. She was so cute and her braces glittered in the light of the hallway.
I just did it. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show her. It was spontaneous and the look on her face was one of shock. Our mouths, each bondaged with metal, were only inches from each other. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I just reacted and in a moment we had come together, our mouths locked in a passionate kiss, my tongue prying open her lips to allow itself into her mouth, to rub the stud against her braces, an electricity sparking between us, as her tongue captured mine and our bodies became as one.
It just happened. Maybe what Mistress Stacy had done to me had something to do with it. Maybe it was a reaction to Rika’s braces. I remember when I was younger, when I had braces. It was even before I was reading the John Norman books. My orthodontist was a good looking guy and it was humiliating enough to be forced to get the brackets glued to my teeth and the wires attached without my permission.
He inflicted a type of bondage upon me and when he tightened the wires, the pain was evident in my gasps. He didn’t say much as he worked, just kind of smiled when I reacted to the pain. I was too young to understand why my panties were wet from my juicing. In some ways, my orthodontist was my first master.
Many moments later, we prised ourselves apart and just stared at each other in a sexual afterglow.
“I’m thorry, Rika, I’m thorry,” and started to sob again.
“It’s ok, Ev, it’s ok, it was kind of nice, actually. Now tell me what happened to you!”
And so I did. I left out parts, the tongue stud making it a chore to speak and feeling foolish as I did. I told her about the beach and the old boat house. I told her about Simon and John and what they had done to me. She stopped me a few times to ask questions, we hugged a few more times, but we both remained on the floor, our knees curled under us. The more I spoke, the less the tongue stud affected my speech. I told her how they raped me.
“We have to call the police,” she said. “What they have done to you is a crime, it’s many crimes. They should rot in jail for it!”
I looked at her for a moment and simply said, “No.”
“What do you mean, no?” she exclaimed.
I didn’t answer immediately. I told her how they pierced my tongue and then I lifted the sweatshirt to reveal the nipples piercing and naked slave statues that were padlocked to them. Her mouth flew open, but instead of shying away, she reached out and tenderly fingered the statues, and intentionally or not, her nails brushed against my sensitive titties and another shock passed through my body. She fondled the little locks.
“Are these, um, locks?” she asked.
“Yes, and I have to go back tomorrow at 2:30 to get them off.”
And what about the new hoops, she asked? I lied.
“Simon, to show that he owns me.” I just could not get the word “slut” to pass my lips.
I told her how they caned me, and before I knew it, I had taken off the bikini bottom and turned around to show her my striped ass. I was on all fours, like a dog. She reached out to run her fingers along the red welts and I gasped at the tenderness of her fingers as they played across my ass.
“They used a cane to do this?” she asked
“Yes, and later a whip. It was awful, Rika.”
“Don’t move, Ev. I will go get some salve to put on them.”
She got up to leave and I let my head drop to my crossed arms on the floor. I thought for a moment that this was surely a position on Gor, a way to display one’s ass to her Master. I spread my legs. I tossed the words “salve” and “slave” around in my head while she rummaged through the bathroom cabinet.
Rika returned with the ointment and knelt down behind my offered ass. She didn’t say anything for a moment, just applied the salve. “Your, um, you are shaved, Ev. Did they do that to you?”
“No,” I sheepishly responded.
“No?” she echoed, but I did not speak, just cooed like a baby as she rubbed in the salve.
“Why aren’t we calling the police immediately?” she asked again.
“I…I…” realizing that I should not have been using the first person pronouns, “I don’t want to.” There, it was out. I was kajira. “I don’t want to…” and the words hung in the air, as I got back on all fours, and turned my head to look at her and the surprised expression on her face.
“Why, for god’s sake. Look what they did to you,” and as she spoke I felt the fingers on one hand begin to glide along my pussy lips. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” she whispered.
“Yes, I think tho. Thome of it, well, motht of it I gueth.”
“Why? What are you? Are you into pain or something kinky?”
“I don’t like the pain,” I replied, “but for some reason it makes me react, well, it makth me juicth.” My lisp was getting easier and some of my‘s’s could now be pronounced I was relieved to discover.
Her fingers continued to run along my slit and the nails raking along my tender labia lips made me shudder and quiver. Rika must have been able to tell. “I see,” was all she said, suddenly removing her hands from my body, and sitting back on her heels to screw the cap on the ointment. For the first time, I realized that she was totally dressed and I was totally naked, except for the bondage jewellery that had put on my body against my will.
“Please don’t think wrong of me, Rika, please,” I begged.
“I don’t, Ev, and in some ways I understand. Look, it is after midnight, you need some sleep and I need to finish my paper. Let’s talk about it in the morning, k?”
By now I had turned around, while still kneeling, and faced her. “K, and thanks.”
I wanted to hug and kiss her one more time, but she just nodded and got up and walked away. I turned, stood, and walked into my room. Before turning the handle, I knew I had to pee. I put on Master’s sweatshirt, walked to our shared bathroom and sat down to pee.
My ass hurt so bad, I had to cringe when it made contact with the toilet seat. I looked at my abused slit and watched the pee cascade into the bowl. Even though I smelled like a whore, I was so tired and so decided to take a shower in the morning. I went back to my bedroom, pulled back the covers, flopped into my bed, and before I knew it, was asleep. The last thing I remember was touching my pussy lips and feeling the wetness.
I slept almost 12 hours, waking just before noon on Saturday. I can’t remember what I was dreaming, but I must have been, because when I awoke, my fingers were once again in my pussy, bringing me close to orgasm. Maybe they never left all night; maybe I had one orgasm after another all night long!
I just lay there, looking out the window at the late morning sun. I could hear Rika walking around. I wondered how long she had been up. I had an appointment at the beach house in about 2 ½ hours, and needed time to eat, shower, and get my emotions under control. I tossed my body to a sitting position, feeling naked despite the sweatshirt, when I noticed an envelope that had been slid under the door.
I walked over and on the front it read Slut Evelyn! My heart beat quickly, realizing that Master had probably written something, slid it under our door, and Rika had found it!
It wasn’t sealed, just had the envelope flap tucked inside. I wondered if Rika had read it.
Hi Slut,
I figured you probably were sleeping late this morning. You had a busy day yesterday, didn’t you, slut? Don’t forget your orders. When you arrive at the boathouse, I want you to wear a red lacy thong, your micro denim skirt and a short vest. Nothing else! No bra. And remember the picture of you with Rika, naked! You don’t want to begin our second day together with punishments for disobeying, do you, slut?
It was signed, simply, Master.
The picture! I would have forgotten all about it.
I had to get a shower and wash the sweatshirt and my skirt, and – wait, I didn’t have a red lacy thong, just my red bikini bottom. I was afraid that unless I wore exactly what Master ordered, I would likely be punished for it. Rika? Could she possibly have one? I had already bared my soul to her, and I still had to ask her to take a picture with me, so I might as well go all the way.
Still wearing the sweatshirt, but carrying a bathrobe with me, I headed down the hallway to the bathroom. Passing Rika’s room, I stopped to look in. She was doing some crunches to keep her tight belly in top shape. I stood there and said, “Hi.”
“Hi, ‘huff, puff’, did you get the envelope I found inside our door this morning?”
“Yeah, thanks. I guess you know who wrote it.”
“Simon? ‘Huff, huff, puff’.”
“Yeah, um, he was reminding me of some things for later today. I, uh, need your help again.”
“Sure, what?”
“He wants a picture of the two of us on my cell phone, me naked, to show that I exposed myself to you. And I need to wear a red lacy thong later, and uh, I don’t have one. Do you have one I can borrow?”
“’Huff, puff’’ Sure. Lemme finish…you gonna take a shower?”
“Yeah.”
“K, when you get out we can take the picture and, ‘ughh, hughhh’, I’ll get the thong for you.”
“Thanks. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll think of something. Ha ‘huff, puff’’, ha.”
She smiled a wide smile, with her braces shining and her eyes twinkling. She really was a hot co-ed, braces or not. In fact, as she looked at me, I lowered my eyes, remembered how our tongues entwined last night, and how her braces felt against my tongue stud. Fuck!!!!! I was starting to juice again!
The washer/dryer was built into a small room next to the bathroom, so I dropped in the sweatshirt, my skirt, and a few odds and ends to wash while I showered. I walked into the bathroom and was about to undo my hair when I remembered his orders. Yuck, my gear was so oily and smelly and there were dried pieces of cum and pussy juice, but I could do nothing about it.
I stood under the warm soothing water for many minutes. I felt and lifted the little sex statues that hung from my nipple rings. I examined the small locks to which Master held the key. The S’s dangling from the second ear piercing brushed back and forth against my neck, and my pussy was coming alive all over again. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I control these embarrassing reactions?
I dried off, and after brushing my teeth, examined the tongue stud with the little ring. There was no way to hide it. I tried to pry the two pieces apart, but let out a small cry of pain when I realized they were solidly glued together, just as Master had said.
I put on my bathrobe and walked back along the hallway.
“Hey, you look a lot better,” Rika remarked. I stopped at her door and she walked towards me with a red lacy thong. We are about the same size so I knew it would fit. She handed it to me.
“Thanks,” I said shyly, taking it from her.
“So, what about that picture?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, ok, sure, I’ll get my phone,” I replied, walking back to my room. I got the phone out of my bag, and walked back to Rika, who was waiting in the hallway. We looked at each other, and I was just too embarrassed to continue. She was dressed in her sports bra and gym shorts. She was so cute.
“Well, let’s get it done,” she said cheerily. “He wants you naked, right?”
“Yes,” I said, releasing the bathrobe sash and letting the robe fall to the floor, where I picked it up and tossed it inside her room.
“So, how we gonna do this?” Rika asked, and I shyly said, “I guess I will just stand here next to you and hold the camera out in front and take it.”
“I have a better idea,” she responded. “How about you kneel, using one hand to display an S, another to lift a little statue, and have your tongue sticking out, so he knows you showed it all to me?”
“But he has to know this already. I mean, there is no way to hide them, right?”
“Still, I like that pose, and then I will take the picture, holding it up a little higher so it gets me standing and you kneeling. Let’s try it. Go ahead, get down and do what I said.” It almost sounded like she was giving orders, but I wasn’t in a position to argue. I mean, she had already done so much for me.
Rika tried it a few times and finally got a good shot, she standing there with a hand on her hips, and me kneeling, my head a little above her waist, displaying my new jewellery.
“Hey, that’s good, slut, I mean, Evelyn!”
“Aghhhh,” I said, “please don’t call me that, Rika. It was all done against my will. Please don’t say that,” I pleaded.
“Oh, I’m just teasing. I mean, you admitted last night that you enjoyed it enough not to call the cops. And I like your new look. I mean, I always get teased about my braces, so why not you about your tongue and tits and that hanging ‘S’ than can hardly be missed. Hey, wait, I want to download this picture of us,” and she stated to move into her room.
“No, wait, please,” I begged getting up from my kneeling position.
Rika turned and the look on her face was not kind. For the first time, she looked stern, in fact. “Look, I have done one favour after another for you, so why don’t you just go get something to eat. It will just take second.”
I stared for a moment, but could not argue and so I picked up and put on my bathrobe. I hadn’t eaten anything except cum for nearly 24 hours. I realized how hungry I was, so I made an omelette and toast and opened a can of peaches. The toast scratched my tongue stud and hurt a bit, but nothing I couldn’t live with. Rika came into the kitchen and placed my phone on the table saying, “It came out good.”
“Mmmm,” I said, with my mouth full of food. Swallowing, I asked, “What are you going to do with it?”
“Ha-ha, you never know,” she called over her shoulder as she walked back to her room.
I finished up, put the clothes in the dryer, washed the dishes, and by then it was after 1:30. In one hour I would be back in the boat house, at the mercy of Master and maybe Mistress.
As I was dressing, Rika stood in the doorway and just watched a few moments before saying, “Hot. Love the vest, girl!”
I blushed and turned to her. The only vest I had was black leather and meant to be worn over a blouse. It was reasonably wide in front, but open flapped. I realized that if I walked or moved my arms, there was no way to hide my pierced titties and their dangling slaves and padlocks.
“Rika, do you have a vest that zips or will at least cover a little more of me?” I asked in a pleading voice.
“Nope, besides, I like what you are wearing.”
I looked down to try to figure out how I was going to make it across the sand to the beach house on a Saturday afternoon, when FLASH. I looked up and Rika had this big smile on her face. She had pulled her camera from behind her back and surprised me. She had this big shining smile when I looked up.
“Noooo, please don’t take pictures of me like this,” I cried.
“Oh, what harm does it do? Who knows, when you get back maybe we should take a few more, especially if the changes the second time are as dramatic as yesterday. By the way, when do you expect to get back?”
“I’m not sure,” I quietly replied. “I don’t know.”
“Well, you better get moving. Wouldn’t want to be late for your hot date,” she giggled.
“Yeah,” I agreed, grabbing my bag, and heading out of my room. Rika stood in the doorway and did not yield. I had to squeeze past her to get out of my own room.
“Goodbye kiss?” she asked as I tried to pass. I looked into her face to see if she was mocking me, but she looked serious.
“Uh, really?”
“Sure, why not. I like that new tongue stud for sure.”
About the same height, with her lips and shining braces beckoning me forward, we locked mouths, our tongues battling for position, her braces seeming to cut my lips as we pressed more tightly. When we broke our kiss, we just looked at each other for a few moments. No words were necessary. I just turned, walked down the hallway, and out of the front door.
Master (11) …
As Ev disappeared inside her house I turned and walked back to my car. I saw the lovely Stace waiting for me and opened the driver’s side door.
“Move slut!” I ordered. Stacy looked at me, raised her eyebrows and then smiled realising that Ev had gone so she was the slut now!
I stepped up and into the car. Turning to face Stacy I issued my next command.
“Take off your panties.”
“What?”
“Now, cunt, do it!”
Stacy gripped her bottom lip between her teeth and propped her hips up and away from the leather seat. She peeled her skinny jeans down as far as her thighs before I ordered her to stop. She turned to face me confused.
“Please Si, let me be quick, someone could walk past.”
I glared back at her, “I am ‘Master’ from now on, until slut Ev returns, and you will do as I say.”
“Y …y …yes Sir… Master.” She replied. Two beautiful sluts in one day, I had never had luck like this before.
I leaned towards her and, taking hold of the skimpy black lace material at both front and back, I pulled upwards. Stacy grunted as the thong disappeared inside her pussy and ass and moaned as I began to slide it to and fro.
“Put your hands on your head.”
She did.
I continued to move the thong between Stacy’s legs in a sawing motion and could feel, and smell, her becoming ever more aroused.
“Ohhhhh, Master,” she purred. I could sense her thighs beginning to move. She was closing in on an orgasm, which was not surprising when you consider all she had witnessed since we left John’s, and so I began to vary the movements.
A slight move to the side, another push, and the material sank further in. Stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper like it was fucking her - and in a way it was.
“Come on cunt, cum for Master,” I encouraged.
The material slid faster along her soaking pussy, stoking the fire in her loins into a solar heat, floods of her juices lubricating and easing its passage. Moaning with passion, Stacy’s breath panted in short sharp gasps, the now soaking thong mercilessly sawing up and down the entire length of her fully accommodating slit.
Sensations seemingly unknown raged through her body until I felt her cum gloriously in my car. Stacy cried as wave after wave of climax surged through her, and her body jerked and thrashed uncontrollably through an endless series of a multiple orgasmic climax.
Once I was certain she had finished and had appeared to slump a little in the seat, I tightened my grip on her underwear and pulled hard. I both felt and heard a loud rip.
“Fucckkkkkkkkkkkk!” Stacy cried as the thong was torn away from her body.
“Kneel down in the footwell, “I ordered, “Facing the seat.”
With not too much difficulty, the recently satisfied Stacy, did as she was asked.
“You see the mess you made on my leather seat,” I asked angrily.
The poor girl nodded.
“Lick it up!”
The look in her wide, shocked eyes was a picture!
Bending down as if in slow motion, Stacy revealed her small pink tongue and began to lick up her own juice spillage from my seat. Watching her replace the sticky pussy juice with saliva made me so hard.
“Okay cunt, now sit back up in the seat and open your mouth.”
Once again, with a shocked look on her face, Stacy did as she was asked. I reached up and began to feed the soaking wet thong into her mouth. Stacy gagged as I did so and moved her head away. I immediately reached up and gripped her hair tight and hard.
“Don’t ever refuse me slut, understand.”
She nodded and allowed me to continue to feed the thong into her mouth. I knew what she would taste and how humiliating it would be for her. I smiled. She began to pull her jeans back up.
“Leave them around your thighs slut, then I can look at your neatly shaven pussy as I drive.”
“Garrumpphhhhhhh!” she replied, which could just as easily have been ‘fuck you’ as ‘yes Master’, but I didn’t care … the weekend was still young and there was a glorious time yet to be had. I switched the engine on, thought fleetingly of Ev, and then drove away.
******
It had been some night! Hour after hour of endless sex and now she slept. I glanced down to my side and scanned the naked length of Stacy laid on top of the bed sheets. I shouldn’t have been able to raise a smile with the number of times I had fucked her, but the sight of her glorious body stretched out on my bed with her hands tied tightly to the bed head posts and her untied legs splayed wide, made my cock twitch again.
How she was able to sleep amazed me given that I had pulled her two delicate labial rings together, fastened a small chain to them and fed it tightly back through her pussy up between her ass cheeks and secured it also to the bed head. This meant that the chain would be digging into her clitoris and giving her a constant sensation of some sort. Unless her well used body was numb to sensation by now.
It was 11am. I would be meeting Ev in 3 and a half hours … and I was soooo looking forward to it. I had some things to do and wanted also to place a note under the door of Ev’s apartment reminding her of my instructions. I could leave the flap unsealed and then maybe Rika might read it … had my slut told her anything, had she shown her anything, what had Rika’s reaction been? These thoughts combined with the lovely expanse of naked female flesh at the side of me had me solid once more.
I pushed back the covers revealing my own nakedness to the morning air. Despite having had nothing but a non stop hard on since the previous afternoon I had hardly drunk any alcohol, and so despite feeling a little tired I had a clear head. As I positioned myself between the sleeping Stacy’s naked thighs I was ready to go again.
Looking up at the lovely, shaved, chained pussy before me I moved my face nearer to the damp sheets under her ass and the musky aroma of sex they were emitting. I flicked out my tongue and slowly licked the length of her slit. Stacy shifted her body slightly. Did she feel me; is she dreaming about something different? I repeated the action once more slowly passing my tongue along her sensitive lips. She was a little moist already and this time Stace moaned. Delicious!
“Okay Stacy, now you can have me,” I whispered quietly to no one but myself as I eased off the bed and repositioned my legs straddled across her tits with my solid cock gripped firmly in my fist.
Moving my hand slowly at first I began to wank over Stacy’s peaceful, sleeping face. After just a few strokes back and forth I moved my thumb to flick the purple end and began to jerk myself quicker.
“Fuck Stacy, ohhhh yes I’m cumming!”
My voice caused Stacy to open her eyes and through the mists of her sleep she saw a stream of sperm shoot onto her face. Load after load covered her nose, mouth, eyes and cheeks. I redirected my shooting cock directly into Stacy’s mouth. She could move nowhere, nor would she have dared.
Cum covered her face.
I came to rest and let my jerking cock cease its spray. I looked down upon Stacy and smiled.
I could see the fresh cum running down her face and dripping off her nose and chin. Stace tried to inhale in order to wake herself up properly, but when she did the gooey substance was sucked into her nose, blocking the air flow.
She instinctively took a deep breath through her mouth to get oxygen into her lungs, and in doing so, drew in yet more cum. Stacy tried to spit it out, but each time she moved her lips, the sperm simply trailed down her chin. Beautiful!
“Good morning slut!” I laughed moving my cock into her mouth. Although a difficult manoeuvre given how her wrists were tied, Stacy strained her neck so that she could take enough of my cock in order to clean it. She sucked and licked until every last drop of cum was gone. I watched her swallow it and then jumped off the bed.
“I think I’ll leave you tied like that until I return after meeting Slut Ev. Would you like that Stace?”
Stacy looked at me horrified.
“What? You can’t … not here … not like this … please…” she begged deliciously.
“Okay then cunt, masturbate for me.”
She looked even more incredulous.
“I can’t … I’m tied.”
“Oh dear, then it looks like my new slut is stuck where she is for a while.”
“Oh please Si … Master,” she corrected herself.
I moved to her and unclipped the chain from the bed head. My fingers delved between Stacy’s legs and pulled the length from under her body, freeing her pussy from the rigours of its compress. I stood back and watched as Stacy squeezed her thighs together.
“Fucccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! That hurts Master,” she cried out as the blood began to engorge her clitoris. Leaving her clit under pressure for a long period would, I knew, not only leave Stacy in agony as the blood began to flow again, but actually stimulate her quite significantly. In fact for a moment I thought she was going to cum!
“Don’t you dare cum cunt, otherwise you will stay here tied to my bed.”
Stacy stemmed the orgasmic tide, as I moved to free one of her wrists.
“Go on then slut,” I smiled, “masturbate for me, fuck yourself.”
“Thank you Master,” she replied flexing the fingers on her freed limb grateful that I had least set her an achievable challenge.
The intimacy of her own touch made her breast jump delightfully, and I noticed her whole body tense as knowing fingers invaded her cunt. She gave a little moan, letting her legs fall even further apart enjoying the exploration.
I watched transfixed.
"That feels good, doesn't it slut?" I laughed
"Mmmmmmm, yessssssssss Massssssssssssster," she purred.
I could see how quickly she became wet, in fact soaking, and I knew the chain had helped.
"Give me a proper show you useless slut, penetrate yourself " I ordered.
Stace ran her fingers down to the opening of her slit, and then gently slid a finger inside. At once she started to gasp at the sensation. She began instinctively to move the finger back and forth, and suddenly pleasure took over and Stacy gave way to wild abandon as she frigged herself hard and fast.
Stacy spread her legs still wider apart, as she worked her fingers in and out, not caring now about the sight she presented.
“Oh yes, you horny cunt!" I growled.
“Oh, fuck I’m cumming, yessssssss!” she hissed through the lips that she was frantically chewing. And she did cum. Stacy came gloriously, masturbating whilst tied to my bed.
When she finally came to rest, Stace was exhausted. She laid staring almost lovingly up at me, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling as she regained her composure.
******
After I had showered I finally freed Stace and let her relax a little whilst I took the car out and left Ev a little note in her mail box reminding her of what I required her to do today. Had Rika seen the note? I hoped so; or did I?
Stacy was still dressing after her shower as I stared out of the window at another sunny November day. It was just like the day before, hopefully without the rain, which meant a packed beach and ample opportunity to humiliate Ev.
Despite spending one of the most sex-filled nights of my life pounding away at Stacy I could think of nothing else but seeing Ev again. It was now 1pm, just one and a half hours to go. I had had sluts before but not one that stirred me like Ev did.
I didn’t know if it was her beauty, her natural sluttish behaviour or what … but I wanted her again!
I felt Stace creep up quietly behind me and snake her arms around my neck.
“Si,” we had reverted to our names again as she was only my role play slut, “please let me come and see Ev with you.”
“Sorry hun, “I replied, “but I want her to myself for a while. Maybe again sometime soon, don’t worry.”
Stacy pouted her bottom lip and looked appealingly sad. But it was no use my mind was made up.
“Come on Stace, I’ll drop you off on my way. Listen could we call and get some ‘morning after’ pills, I am not sure that slut Ev will have remembered with the state she was in.”
“No problem Si, I have a few at home you can take several … I assume you intend to fuck her again?”
She smiled and I smiled in return.
“They work best within 24 hours, so make sure she takes them not long after you meet her again.”
I nodded, ushering Stacy out of the door. I picked up my bag with my chosen accessories in and we headed for my car. I had just over 1 hour to go. Plenty of time to drop Stace, sort out the pills and get to the boat house.
******
I paced the old building. There was only 5 minutes to go before 2:30 so I moved outside onto the dunes and looked out onto the crowded beach. In 2 or 3 hours the sun would be gone but the heat would remain and so the crowded nature of the beach would remain constant. But where was Ev?
I had enough lined up for her, but I would make sure that she was severely punished first if she was late.
4 minutes and still no sign of my slut. I put my hands in the pockets of my shorts and could feel my burgeoning cock.
If she has let me down then I will … I actually didn’t know what I would do as my ability to dominate Ev relied upon her submissiveness otherwise the rules changed in a very bad way.
“Please come,” I whispered to myself.
Then I saw her, in the distance, running towards me.
2 minutes and she was now in full view. Fuck! She looked stunning.
I marvelled at her short, denim skirt again, and her vest was black leather but completely unfastened at the front. Her tits and the jewellery that adorned them gave everyone she passed a real eyeful. But she didn’t seem to care. At that moment I loved my slut.
She came to rest before me with a few seconds to spare. In fact she was so close to the time I could easily claim she was late and might still do that once I had her back inside the boat house.
“Hello slut.” I said.
“Hi Master,” she replied.
I moved to her and placed my hand inside her vest, fondling her breasts. She moaned and closed her eyes.
Then I slapped her hard. She cried out and stumbled. Upon regaining her balance she glared defiantly back at me.
“What are you?” I asked her.
Her eyes softened. “A slave,” she replied.
I slapped her again. Again she cried out.
”Who owns you slave?”
“You do Master.”
“Open your mouth.”
Suspecting what might be about to happen, Ev shook her head slightly, as if to defy me. I raised my hand again.
“No Master, please …” she responded and suddenly her mouth was opened. Ev’s reluctance had been caused by the dog leash I held in my hand. I now reached into her mouth and clipped it to the ring connected to her mouth stud.
“Come with me bitch, and let’s decide whether you were late or not.”
The lead pulled and, like a docile animal, Ev followed.
To be continued …
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