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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 5
Slut (11) …
I had not walked more than a few feet down the hallway when Rika called out, “Hey, Ev, I have an idea. I’ll drive you to the beach. You might have a problem parking this late on a Saturday afternoon. Just wait a sec while I grab my bag.” She didn’t even wait for me to respond, just left the doorway for her room, returning a few seconds later.
“Rika, really, you don’t need to drive me. I …”
“It’s nothing. What are friends for?” she said in a joking way and locked her arm in mine, guiding me out the door and towards her car. Once again, I felt that Rika was taking control and I was unable to say no. We pranced through the parking lot, her smile wide and her braces flashing in the midday sun.
She opened the passenger side first, and I started to get in. “Hey, wait,” as she reached into her bag and pulled out her camera. “Just stand there and smile, like one of those girls that poses at a car show. Open that right vest flap a little more.”
“Please, no, Rika, let’s get going. I’m going to be late…”
“Just do it. Only take a sec. Smile. I said, smile,” she ordered, and I obeyed.
“Put one arm along the door frame. Yeah, like that.” In this pose, the vest was opened wide, hiding nothing and drawing attention to my pierced nipples and their adornments. She took two pictures and I begged her to stop. If there was any traffic, I would be late for sure.
“Ok, ok, don’t worry, just get in.”
I was relieved to shut the door and hide myself inside the car. I pulled on my seatbelt and set the straps over the vest, hiding as much of my breasts as possible. Rika could see what I was doing and said nothing at first.
“So, are you excited?” she asked, leaving the parking lot and heading towards the beach.
“Um, more nervous than excited, I guess,” I tried to be nonchalant, but I doubted I could fool anyone. “Just please drive faster, ok?”
“Are you sure? I mean, you seemed to enjoy being punished yesterday, didn’t you?”
“No, that was painful and I didn’t enjoy it. I mean, well, not all of it, at least not the pain. I just don’t want him to have any reason to punish me again, and I want him to unlock these nipple locks.”
“Hey, since they will probably be gone next time I see you, and since they are so hot, open your vest wider and raise the seat belt so I can get a better look as we drive.”
“No way! People are going to see me and what if a cop stops us.”
“Just do it, Ev. Or is it, Slut Ev, or…” and she moved to the slow lane and applied the brakes, coming to a stop along the highway, still miles from the beach.”
“Please, no, Rika, please. Please just drive,” I begged.
She just looked at me with a hard stare and a mischievous smile on her face. “Sure, I’ll drive fast, but first do what I ask you.” And her smile vanished.
What choice did I have? So I opened my vest, revealing my piercings and locks.
“That’s much better. With your dangling S’s and cute tits, you are so phat.”
“Huh, what do you mean fat? I’m not…”
“Not ‘fat’ you dumb slut!” Her rebuke stung. “P-h-a-t. Pretty, hot, and tantalizing. It’s gansta talk. You must have heard of that.”
“Uh, no, Rika please drive faster.” The clock on her dashboard said 2:22. We were getting close by now. “Please just drop me off in front of the parking lot. I’m going to be late,” I wailed.
She gunned it, racing down Ocean Drive, and coming to a sharp stop in front of the drive-in parking machine. “Plenty of time. Tell him Hi from me. I will look forward to seeing you whenever.” As I was unbuckling the seat belt, she leaned over and pursed her lips. I kissed her closed mouth, quickly and said, “Byeeee. Thanks!” I grabbed my bag, and raced from the car, making no effort to hide my breasts as the vest flaps waved in the wind. I ran as fast as I could, seeing Master standing outside the boat house. There were many people on the beach, so I took a slightly less direct route by running behind them. If anyone saw me, I did not take notice. I couldn’t afford to be late.
Master greeted me kindly and I said Hi, as I panted for breath. He closed the distance between us and reached inside my vest, caressing my breasts and fondling his adornments. Mmmm, I thought, this is what I want…
SLAP. Master slapped me across the face, and I nearly fell to the ground in shock and response. Why? I wanted to ask him, but his questions came fast and furious.
“What are you?”
“A slave,” I answered, still slightly out of breath, but now trying to recover from the shock of his slap.
SLAP. Again, though this time I did not fall to the ground, just let out a small shriek. He asked, “Who owns you, slave?”
“You do, Master!” Why did I take this from him? What drew me like a moth to his flame? Why could I feel my pussy lips swelling in desire?
He ordered me to open my mouth, and I saw in his left hand a leash. Since I wore no collar, there was no place to hook the leash except for my tongue ring. I began to shake my head in defiance, and started to beg him not to, but when he raised his hand to strike me again, I changed my mind and opened my mouth like a trained pet.
As I knew he would, he reached up and attached the leash to my tongue, ordering me to follow him and saying something about me being late.
No, Master, no, I wasn’t late, and if I was it was Rika’s fault. Please, Master, please, I begged him silently, but followed along like an obedient bitch.
Master (12) …
My slut and I walked over the grassy sand dunes and into the old boat house building. I stopped once inside the main room and let the leash fall from my grasp.
Ev gasped. She was no longer being led, but the leash would now feel like a weight hanging painfully from her tongue. She faced me, long hair still platted and dressed just as I had asked. Denim skirt, short vest – leather and open too, which was a bonus – and hopefully a red thong.
“Show me the thong slut.”
Ev slowly lifted up the front of her denim skirt to reveal a high cut red, lacy thong. Beautiful! And now her tongue hung out like a panting dog, pulled by the loose leash.
I unclipped the leash much to slut’s relief. I wanted to hear her speak clearly.
“So did slut tell Rika?” I asked.
“Yes Master.”
“Show me the photo.”
I looked closely at Ev’s cell phone screen and marvelled at the picture before me. In the foreground was Rika, cute as a button with her metal brace bound teeth shining back at me, but in the background was my slave, on her knees with her tongue sticking out. One breast was cupped by her hand to highlight the small nipple statues, and her other hand showed off the S dangling from her ear piercing. What a fucking picture!
“Seems like Rika enjoyed your state.”
“Yes Master.”
“Really. Did she?”
“Not at first Master. At first she wanted to call the police, but when I explained a little more about my day and how what you did to me made me feel, she became more understanding. In fact so much so that she told me how to pose for this picture.”
This was unexpected. Rika was also a little hot for this sort of thing. I could not believe my luck.
”Did Rika … do … anything to slut?”
“Huh? … Master.”
“Did she control slut, or have sex with slut or …?”
“Kind of Master.”
“Tell me more slut.”
“Oh no Master, not sex, well she kissed me, but it was more that she took photos of me, then offered to drive me over here and then purposely made me late so that your slut would be punished and …”
“Oh, so you admit to being late do you slut?” I said cleverly taking the conversation in a direction that Ev had not intended.
“ …er … well … not sure … Master.”
I picked out a bamboo rod from my bag and swished it loudly through the air, making Ev wince.
“Well slut, I have decided that you were late and so no doubt we’ll soon draw a more lively response out of my slave,” I observed somewhat dryly.
“No Master, please don’t judge me to have been late. I wasn’t, please …”
“Silence slut!” I ordered, “You continue to refer to yourself in first person! And this is not a debate!” I paused for dramatic effect. She dropped her head, knowing the errors of her way.
“Here take this.” I offered her the morning after pill along with a bottle of water. She looked quizzically at me, perhaps thinking I was attempting to drug her. After explaining what it was, she took the pill and swallowed it without further comment.
“So,” I straightened, fixing Ev with a glare, “I need to punish my useless cunt appropriately. Come to Master, slut.”
Ev did so, standing rigidly to attention as I also walked slowly towards her.
“Your punishment will be harsh slut but then you need to learn a lesson.”
I could see that Ev was holding her breath.
“A dozen strokes of the rod for having the audacity to be late, and for then not admitting to it straight away, and for continuing to refer to yourself in the first person.”
I smiled at how shocked she looked; the indignity and humiliation of bending over for the rod.
“Twelve strokes Master?’ Ev repeated in a small, pathetic voice.
“Twelve,” I confirmed with unseemly relish.
“Have you ever been caned slut?”
“No Master.” She hung her head.
“Not by your father?”
“No Master.”
“Nor by your teachers.”
“No Master.”
“So will slut find this humiliating?”
“Yes Master, humiliating and painful.”
“What would slut do to avoid being caned?”
“Anything Master wants, but if Master wishes slut to be caned then she will accept his choice.”
I smiled at her reluctant compliance.
“Do you like pain slave?”
“No Master, but slut likes to be controlled and if pain is part of it then so be it.”
“Oh cunt, you will feel pain believe me.”
“Master please don’t hurt me too much.”
Transfixed, like a small rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming car, Ev seemed unable to move. I beckoned her to me. Eyes wide, moist lips slightly parted, she obeyed.
I reached up and caught her hand and in one smooth move, sharply pulled her down across my lap.
“But I have missed you so much slut that I wanna see you cum first.”
“Oh Master,” she moaned.
I grasped the hem of slut’s skirt and quickly bunched it around her waist, feeling my cock stiffen in response to the view. Toned, tanned legs and taut thighs, the sculptural perfection of her lower limbs made for a perfect vision.
And her delightful red, lace thong appeared sexily from between her ass cheeks.
My fingertips brushed across her thong covered pussy, causing Ev to squirm with tremors of pleasure. She wriggled rapturously at my unexpectedly gentle touch, sighing as I continued my ministrations, slipping a finger beneath the elastic of her panties to feel the growing wetness they concealed.
Gasping and squirming, dishevelled and crying, Ev writhed on my lap. Her cheeks felt hot to touch even before I had burned them with the cane in comparison to the sopping slit between her legs that begged to be filled.
“Ooh, sir, I don’t want to cum so quickly after seeing you again,” Ev groaned.
“Please, Master, not yet … not so soon.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I said firmly betrayed by the bulge in my trousers, which Ev no doubt felt as she kicked her legs.
“Keep still!” I snapped angrily, forcing her hands into the small of her back.
Ev groaned, slumped across my knees, humiliated and writhing deliciously. Firmly I tugged her thong up into her already sensitised slit, increasing the pressure on slut’s now dripping pussy. Pushing the thin strip of material aside I probed her sticky labia with two fingers.
She gasped, held fast across her Master’s lap, her pussy rudely opened for my voyeuristic pleasure. Ev groaned in what sounded like helpless delight as I began to tease her clitoris, sending waves of apparent ecstasy through her cunt.
“Oh Master,” she whispered distractedly, “you’re going to make me cum, and I’ve only been back a few minutes. Ohhhhhhhhhh!”
“I know slut, and you have my permission.” I replied confidently, one finger circling her clitoris, the other penetrating and plundering her pink slit, faster and faster.
Ev exploded.
“Fucccccccckkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeee Masssssssssssterrrrrrrr!!!” she cried out covering my fingers with her juices.
Then she slumped over my lap. Done. Finished. My slut had cum.
Delightful! Satisfied and already smelling of sex, Ev lay before me. I pushed her up to her unsteady feet. Ev’s face cheeks were tear-streaked, her vest dishevelled and now totally unable to contain her prominent jewellery adorned breasts, which were clearly visible through the gaping leather material.
Ev stood shakily, knees together, skirt around her waist, petulant and pouting, the very embodiment of a soon to be punished student.
I stood up away from the chair.
“Thong off cunt and hand it to me,” I snapped.
Fumbling clumsily, Ev complied, the heat of a warm blush on her face as she removed the skimpy material.
“Lean over the chair back and hold the edge of the seat,’ I instructed, pointing to the way I wanted her positioned.
Placing both hands over the chair back, Ev eased herself into position. I moved to her and modified her position until she was stretched with her hands reaching over one side keeping her legs straight. The chair back fitted neatly into her stomach and her feet were still flat on the floor but most effectively Ev’s bare ass was staring me in the face.
Her breasts hung completely loose from the vest now, with Ev bending over the chair, as the small statues acted like nipple weights.
I drooled over the view my slave now presented but I still needed a cleaner approach and more flesh to aim at.
“Stand up,” I ordered, “and take off your skirt.”
I knew that Ev wanted nothing more than to get the ordeal over as quickly as possible, and sure enough my slut obediently unfastened the button at her trim waist and let the skirt fall to her feet. She faced me wearing only the open leather vest.
”Now place your legs together and bend forward back over the chair,” I then went on.
“So far so good, slut.” I drooled, drinking in the glorious sight before me.
”As I thrash slut’s bottom, she will not rise and she will not attempt to comfort her ass. Should she do so then Master will simply begin again until his useless cunt shows restraint.”
I flexed the rod, and puffed my chest out. “You will receive twelve strokes with Master’s bamboo rod. Understand?”
Ev was sobbing quietly but still managed to utter,
“Y … y … yes, Master.”
“You will count each stroke and then thank me afterwards. Is that clear slave?”
“Yes Master,” she uttered quietly, now entirely resigned to her fate.
I took up my position behind her and started to tap Ev’s bottom with the cane.
"Prepare yourself slut! You have twelve strokes coming. If you get out of position, reach back, or interfere with your caning in any way that stroke will not be counted. Three interruptions will result in me starting the caning over and three extra strokes being added. Is that clear cunt?" I asked while reaching between her legs and working two of my fingers slowly in and out of her juice soaked pussy.
"Ohhh fuckkkkk, mmmmmm! Yes Master, your slut understands." Despite her very recent orgasm Ev’s pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Her whole body contracted as his fingers left her pussy and the cane started the tapping again.
Tap, tap, tap. On Ev’s naked ass.
I paused. I paused for a long time. Ev braced herself and screwed her eyes shut and waited.
The air swished and then …‘TWACK’
The sound echoed through the old boathouse. Her intake of breath told me it had hurt.
“One, aggggh, thank you, Master.”
Again I tapped the rod on her ass. I noticed that I could still see the whip and cane marks from the day before. I smiled. Ev’s ass had taken a lot of punishment.
Swish… CRACK!
She bucked across the chair crying out in pain. Her legs kicking and scissoring open and closed. This second stroke was harder and landed right in the middle of her ass cheeks; bridging the divide so the stroke continued across both cheeks. The pain must have been terrible! Ev’s tears immediately started dripping copiously down her cheeks.
“Fuckkkkkk! T.. two. Thank you, Master.”
Tap, tap, tap on her ass as I gauged where to leave the cane’s next horrible mark on her tender bottom.
Swiiiiish TWACK!
The third stroke landed just below the first two; making one wide line of searing pain. Slut let out a delightful yell; her face downcast watching the tears dripping from her cheek and start gathering on the seat of the chair.
“Arrghhhh! Three. Thank you, Master.”
Tap, tap, tap on her bottom once more.
Swish, CRACK!
The fourth stroke landed right on the spot; where Ev’s lovely tanned thighs met the under curve of her buttocks. The stroke was by far the hardest that I had administered thus far and so the pain of that stroke must have been the worst. Slut just opened her mouth in a silent scream, so dumbstruck was she.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! F … f… four. Thank you Master.”
Then, almost as if she couldn't help herself; Ev reached back and ran her hand gently down her sore buttocks, feeling the raised sore welt.
"Remove your hand at once slave or you will find that stroke won't count and you will get extras on top of it!"
Ev immediately moved her hand and grasped the leg of the chair once again.
“You are sooooooo fortunate slut that I feel in a benevolent mood. That was your only chance!”
I tapped again on her ass. Even the taps were now catching parts of her bottom that were on fire.
“Pleeeeeeeeeassssss Massssssssster!” She begged, “No more!”
I brought my arm back to deliver the next biting cut of the cane. I brought it down sharply at an angle crossing the previous wheals.
CRACK!!!
It landed reigniting the pain in the first four strokes.
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!”
“How many cunt?”
“F … five. Thank you Master.”
Ev fell limp and sobbing across the chair. I could see the heat was radiating from her bottom like a furnace. The cane strokes looked harsh. She had only just returned to me, maybe I had been too hard.
I moved to her and winding her lank hair plat in my hand I cruelly pulled her body upright. She was still sobbing. The caning was hurting her badly, and she still had seven strokes left. It would be too much for her I felt.
“Stand up away from the chair slut.”
Resisting the temptation to rub her burning ass Ev did as she was asked. I moved towards her.
“So pretty slave, did that hurt?”
“Yes Master.”
“And did it teach slut a lesson?”
“But Master, your slut wasn’t la…”
“Slut!” I growled, “Do not argue with me.”
“Sorry Master. Yes your worthless slut has been taught a lesson.”
“Good. Then bend over again.”
Ev looked crestfallen. I could tell she had been convinced that I would finish her punishment without any more strokes.
“Please Master, no more …”
“Shut up slut!”
I took up my position once more and raising my arm I slashed the bamboo down once again on poor Ev’s reddened ass.
“Noooooooooooooooooooo Massssssssssttteeeerrrrrrrrrrrr!”
“Count!”
“Six Master, thank you.”
“Now stand up and face me.”
She did as she was told.
“Hands behind your head!”
Again, she complied.
I moved to her side and, raising the rod high I slashed it down across Ev’s thighs.
“Owwwwwwwwwww, no, no, no, nooooooooooo!” she sobbed almost collapsing.
“Slut …?”
“S … s … seven, thank you, Master.”
I raised the rod again. Slut closed her eyes and chewed frantically on her bottom lip.
“CRACK!”
Another red line of fire exploded across her thighs.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! Eight, thank you Master.”
I repeated the stroke twice more, listened to Ev count nine and ten, whereupon I asked her to remove her vest. She knew what was coming and was desperate to avoid it.
“Please Master, beat this ass or these thighs but not your slut’s …”
“Not your what Slut?”
“… tits master, don’t beat these tits.”
“Why not slave?”
“Because they are soft and sensitive and it will kill your slut …”
I laughed, “Oh I don’t think it will be that bad slut! Now take it off!”
I watched as Ev removed the loose black leather waistcoat and let it drop to the floor. She was now entirely naked save for her bejewelled nipple statues.
“Ask me to cane your tits slut.”
Ev looked at me through big, puppy-dog eyes and said, “P…p…please Master, cane the tits of your slut.”
“Good slut.”
I moved to her and unfastened the padlocks, removing the small hoops and silver statues. Ev gasped as the metal was slipped back out of the hole in her nipple. Her breasts were now free of jewellery and ready for the remaining two strokes of the cane.
I moved my arm back ready to swing. Ev was desperate,
“No Master please don’t.”
But, despite her pleas Ev did not move and so as I swung the bamboo rod she took it straight across both tits, the mark splitting her nipples with a red line.
“Ooooooooooooooh, nooooooooooooooooo, Masssssssssssssterrrrrrrrr!!”
Ev fell to her knees, but kept her hands behind her head.
“E…el…eleven, thank you Master!”
She struggled back to her feet.
“Did that hurt?” I asked stating the obvious. Through her tear filled eyes Ev sobbed,
“Y…y…yes Master!”
Again I swung and landed the bamboo almost directly over the previous hit.
“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttt! Fucccccccckkkkkkkkk!!” Ev swore loudly, and then regained what little composure she had left.
“Twelve, thank you Master.”
“Well done slut, the caning is over.”
Ev fell sobbing to her knees. I let her wallow in her agony and shame for a short while before speaking.
“Give me your mobile phone.”
“Huh?”
“Your cell phone you stupid slut, I want to call Rika!”
“What?”
“Is my cunt deaf? I said I want to call Rika!”
“No, Master, you can’t, why?”
“Why, is not for you to worry about slave. Now get me the phone.”
Ev did as she was asked and punched the memory to Rika’s number.
The number rang out twice before the call was picked up.
“Hi sweetheart how’s your date with Master Simon going? And why are you ringing?” I heard dulcet female tones.
“Rika?”
“Erm, yes…” Rika was more guarded now upon hearing a man’s voice.
“It’s Master Simon.”
Silence.
“Rika?”
“Oh, er yes, hi Sim … erm Master Simon.”
“Hi Rika. I am calling to see if you liked slut Ev’s jewellery that she came home in last night.”
Ev was squirming at the thought of what I was doing.
“Slut,” I said, “put your finger in your pussy until I have finished talking with Rika.”
She knew I had said that so Rika would hear and she shook her head but did as ordered anyway.
“Fuck … did she do that …what you asked… with her finger?” Rika had heard the request and was curious. I looked at poor slut standing naked and beaten before me with her finger deep inside her pussy, not frigging, just stuck there.
“Yes,” I said, “she did.”
“Oh,” Rika replied her breathing missing a beat.
“And she has been caned for being late.”
“What,” said Rika quietly, “caned, where?”
“Well here in the old boat house silly,” I replied playing dumb.
”Oh no, I meant where on her body.”
“I’ll let slut tell you.”
I passed the phone to Ev who took it with her free hand.
”Hi Rika,” she waited whilst Rika clearly said ‘hi’ back.
“Master caned this slut on the ass then on the thighs and then on the …”
She couldn’t say it, not to her friend.
“Tell her slave,” I said gently but firmly.
“… on the tits.”
I grabbed the phone back off Ev just in time to hear Rika say “Tits?”
“Yes, Rika, on her tits and it would have hurt just as much as you are now imagining it did.”
“Ohhh,” Rika replied with just a hint of stimulation.
“She blamed you for being late you know.”
“Well Master Simon, that’s just not true, she’s a lying little slut. She was too slow getting ready … I told her, but she wouldn’t listen.”
“What’s that you say? she’s a lying little slut?”
Ev looked at me with wide eyes as if to say ‘no, I’m not!’
“Tell me Rika did you like slut’s new earrings?”
“Mmm yes I did.”
“Did she tell what the ‘S’ stood for?”
“Yes, very clever, ‘S’ for Simon to let everyone know you are her Master.”
Before I had even repeated what Rika had said, Ev had a look of horror on her face.
“Oh, she said it stood for Simon, did she? Well the ‘S’ stood for slut and my slut was sent home to you under instructions to say only that. So another lie from the little slave eh?”
“Yes Master Simon, as you say, another lie.”
“What shall we do about it then?”
Ev looked suitably horrified that I was involving Rika.
“We?” replied Rika sounding confused.
“Yes, don’t you want to make my … our slut suffer for her lies?”
“Well, I erm… yes okay I do, that would be fun.”
I looked at Ev, “She says it would be fun!”
Ev shook her head. I noticed that her finger was now buried deep inside her pussy and she was squirming a little.
Leaving the phone near to my mouth so that Rika could hear I said, “Do you wanna cum slut?”
Ev shook her head unconvincingly trying not to speak and let Rika hear anything more. I moved to her and whilst she was frigging herself now at an increasing pace I began to circle her clitoris which started to grow in response to my actions.
“Rika, do you want to hear Ev cum?”
“Oh, yes please Master Simon that really would be fun.”
I continued to help Ev to masturbate and the combination of my determination and her expertise soon had slut on the edge.
“Don’t cum yet,” I ordered.
“Oh please Master,” Ev groaned. I held the phone near to slut so Rika could hear.
“Okay slut cum for Rika.”
And she did.
“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” Ev came once again.
“Tell Rika how much you love her,” I laughed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Rika I lovvvvvvvvve youuuuuuuuuuuu!”
“You used the first person again,” I yelled at her. “Repeat what you said, correctly!”
“Fuck, Rika, this slut loves youuuuuuuuuuu!”
Ev collapsed, exhausted on the floor. I put the phone to my ear once more.
“Enjoy that Rika?”
“D…d…did she really cum?” Rika could hardly speak her throat seemed so dry.
“Gloriously so, Rika, in buckets full.”
I sensed her swallow hard.
“So how shall we punish the stupid little slut?”
“What? That wasn’t it?”
“No,” I replied appearing incredulous, “she enjoyed that, cumming is a privilege not a punishment.”
“Oh, okay, well we should erm … well what does the lying little slut deserve …”
I loved how Rika was picking up the theme of referring to Ev as a slut.
“I know,” … I cut into Rika’s thoughts, “Why don’t you come over to the old boat house.”
“Oh, yeah, okay Master Simon, I will.”
“Good then we can decide what to do …”
“…with our little, lying slut!” Rika finished off my sentence delightfully. “I’ll be there in just a few minutes, if I can find a place to park.”
Slut (12) …
I had collapsed on the sandy floor of the old boat house, hurting both physically and emotionally. Not only had I been beaten and made to cum twice, but Master had called Rika, she had participated in my humiliation, and soon she would be here to see first hand what had become of her roomie. I buried my head in my hands, wishing there was a hole that would swallow me.
“Take up the ass display position cunt,” Master ordered, offering me no respite from my misery. I moved as fast as I could, the pain on my tits, thighs, and ass being all-consuming. I was afraid that if I did not move faster, Master would administer additional punishment and pain.
I knelt on the floor, my forehead resting on the ground and thighs straight up, my arms crossed behind my back. This was the most humiliating of all display positions, my ass offered freely to my Master.
“Your friend Rika has asked me to fill your ass with a butt plug, which of course I have in my bag!”
I moaned out loud, fearful of expressing words of protest, horrified that Rika would suggest this idea. I didn’t even think she knew such plugs existed.
“Please Master don’t do this”, I begged. “Why have you asked Rika to come here? Just let your slut go back home and sleep, she is still so tired and her ass hurts so much, as do her tits and her legs ohhhhhhhh.” I sobbed again not knowing which part of my body hurt the most. All my senses were super sensitive, and I could smell the scent of sex, of pussy juice and cum. Yes, I knew that juice still dripped from my slit, but I could not stop it and could not understand why I was reacting so.
Master circled me like a prowling lion. He stopped and I could feel his gaze on my offered ass.
“You will have no lubrication, no preparation except that provided by your cunt.”
“Oh no please Master!” I was frantic with panic. I had never experienced a butt plug, but I knew that without some lubrication, the pain would be excruciating.
“Do you want me to get my fist inside your ass as well slut?”
“Oh fuck, no Master,” I sobbed, horrified at the thought. I revelled in his use of my pussy, but I had no interest in anal sex.
He laughed and moved away. “Stand up and get dressed, Rika’s on her way.”
“What, no butt plug Master?”
“No slut, no butt plug … for now any way.”
With an extreme sigh of relief, I got slowly to my feet. The caning had hurt and it was with some difficulty that I replaced my thong and skirt. Master picked up my leather vest and handed it to me. Without the tit statues the front of the garment was not quite so wantonly open but I knew it was no better than being totally naked. In fact, maybe it was worse, since like a half open curtain, it left very little to the imagination.
Master leashed my tongue ring and took me to the corner, ordering me to sit, legs spread, and connected to the leash to an old nail in the wall. I could not withdraw my tongue and the thought of Rika seeing me like this was causing my pussy to renew its juicing. He handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
I was lost in thought, eyes half closed, fearing what would soon happen when I heard Master call out, “Hi, “Rika?” He walked towards her, hand outstretched to shake her offered hand.
“Yes, that’s me, Master Simon…”
”Please, Ev’s the slut so you just call me Si or Simon.”
“Oh … look at her?” Rika had not seen me in the shadows, but when she followed Master’s gaze, she saw me. Her eyes widened and I could hear an intake of breath. At that moment, I felt as low as any human could. With my tongue hanging out and leashed, with my legs spread and hands locked behind my back, I was clearly more like a pet than a human girl. I inwardly groaned in embarrassment and humiliation.
“She looks … well she looks … oh I don’t know…”
“Good enough to eat?” I suggested.
“Mmmmm, that’s it … good enough to eat.”
“Do I detect that you don’t like Ev very much,” he questioned.
“No, no on the contrary, I love Ev, have done ever since we became roomies but I have always been scared to do anything about it. But now here I am and Ev is … well Ev is just waiting over there.”
I could tell Master was entranced with Rika. She was beautiful. Long dark hair, a pretty face and braces on her teeth which somehow actually enhanced her appearance. I felt a magic exist between them. They had barely met but already seemed totally comfortable with each other, gazing upon my ultimate discomfort.
Rika was dressed sexily. She wore a white, loose fitting top which was cut quite low revealing a tempting glimpse of red bra and tight fitting jeans to accentuate her beautiful figure.
Rika moved over towards me, and I lowered my eyes. She walked slowly, as though being chained by my tongue in the corner of an old dilapidated house had turned me into some sort of wild animal.
“Hi Ev,” said Rika as though we had just met at Starbucks. I looked up slightly and smiled a painful smile back.
Master unhooked the leash from my mouth and released my wrists. Grateful to have freedom again, I rubbed my wrists and exercised my aching jaw muscles to get the feeling back and to delay further conversation.
"Rika, why did you come here?" I finally asked. "This will change everything between us?"
"Silence, slave." Master shouted at me. "You will only speak when spoken to."
The air of authority in his voice, along with his unconcealed anger, made me shrink back in fear. Rika’s eyes opened wide in response to Master’s command and my reaction.
"Slut," he said, "Strip."
"Uh? No Master, please not in front of Rika," I replied, trying to conceal the fear in my voice, trying to offer some attempt at halting this nightmare.
"Strip or I will do it for you."
“Come on slut take off your clothes. I’ve seen everything before anyway,” Rika chimed in. She called me a slut and at that moment, I knew I had to obey. I looked up at both Master and Rika and both seemed to have an almost lecherous grin on their face. Things would never be the same between Rika and me again.
Slowly, reluctantly, I peeled away my brief items of clothing, leather vest, skirt and finally I wound Rika’s red, lace thong down my legs until I stood naked facing Master and Rika. Master smiled as he saw Rika’s eyes roam the full length of my body, surely noting the red welts across my tits and thighs. She swallowed hard, her throat clearly drying up at the sight before her.
“So what shall we do now Rika?” Master asked provocatively.
“Oh er … well I’m not sure Si.”
He moved to pick up the bamboo cane once again and my eyes open wide.
“No please, Master, no more caning.”
“Mmmm okay then slut. So you will do as I say will you?”
“Yes, yes of course Master.”
“Good. Get down on all fours.”
I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to again be in an animal-like posture before Rika.
“Now, down!”
I had no choice and dropped to my hands and knees.
“Okay. Rika now say ‘here cunt’.” My heart skipped a beat. They were going to treat me like a bitch. A pet. A bitch in heat.
“Oh Si, I can’t use that kind of language to Ev …” she paused “…can I?” Even Rika briefly hesitated at his command. Once they viewed me only as an animal, they could do anything to me and I would be helpless to resist.
“Right then here goes. Come here cunt,” Rika finally gave the command. Her command allowed no opportunity to protest. I slowly crawled over to my “friend” and stopped in misery when I reached her. I looked straight ahead, effectively at Rika’s knees.
“Look down to the floor slut,” I ordered. I dropped my head quickly. I was a pierced slave,
“Kiss her shoes.”
“Please Master, don’t do this …” I begged, knowing it was futile.
“Do it …” He thrashed the cane on the sandy ground, and I had no choice but to bend my neck letting my hair tumble over Rika’s ankle and foot. I kissed her shoes.
“Good slut,” Rika praised me. I turned my head, and watched as Master moved to pick up the red thong and held the skimpy garment out in front of me.
"What is this mess?" he asked, referring to the juice that had soaked the thong when I had put them back on my cum filled pussy.
I could not reply, shocked at the increasingly humiliating situation. What could I say? He thrashed the cane once again on the ground. What was Rika thinking at this point?
"Answer cunt!"
In agony, I gasped my replay. "Master, your slut couldn't help it. She is sorry. They became wet when she put them back on, when you asked her to put them back on."
“Oh, so it’s my fault now is it?”
“No Master, your slut only meant that …”
“Here,” he interjected, dropping the thong on the ground at my side, “Put them in your mouth until you have sucked them clean.” Rika took a visible intake of breath. I opened my mouth in shock.
“No Master, please, your slut is sorry, she …”
"Sorry's not enough, you filthy little slut. In."
I could not imagine being more miserable. I picked up the thong and fed it into my mouth. The taste of sexual secretions was not that bad, but there was sand and dirt on the thong, and Rika was watching the whole thing. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Rika’s hands roam over her thighs, flicking at her crotch.
“Sit up so we can watch,” Mastered ordered.
I knelt, flinching as my beaten ass touched my ankles, and sucked at the thong. My cheeks bulged like a hamsters. I could not quite get the entire thong into my mouth and the red waistband of the garment hung from my lips. I must have looked totally ridiculous.
Master and Rika had been quiet, watching me suffer another indignity.
“Rika, go and pull the thong out from slut’s mouth,” Master directed. I hoped Rika would hesitate, showing she still had some compassion and respect for my situation, but she did not. She pulled her thong from my dripping mouth, leaving a little river of saliva running along my chin. I chose not to wipe it off.
“Thank her you worthless cunt!” he ordered.
I looked slowly into Rika’s eyes and said, “Thank you.”
“Thank you what?” she asked. She knew what I meant but wanted me to suffer even more.
“Thank you, Mistress.” My eyes began to fill with tears. First Stacy, now Rika. Slut to a Master and also to two Mistresses.
“That’s ok slut,” Rika replied clapping her hands delightedly as she used that word to describe me again.
“Stand up Slut,” Master ordered. I did as she was told. There was no fight left in me
“Rika, put these back in for slut Ev,” Master handed her the small silver slave statues that had been locked on my tits. Rika took them from him hesitatingly. She knew what I had told her and I started to speak.
“But, Master…”
“Enough, slut. I told you I would unlock your tits and I did. I said nothing about putting them back on. You are my slave and slaves are adorned as their Master desires. Rika, please bondage my slut’s tits.”
Moving to me, she smiled, reached out and stroked my cheek almost lovingly. Then, angling her face forward, Rika moved her mouth to mine. What started out as a cautious meeting of uncertain lips, suddenly turned into one of the most delicious kisses of my life.
My mouth was open wide and my tongue quickly entered and began swirling around Rika’s mouth. I loved feeling her braces with my pierced tongue. I could feel my naked, pierced and caned nipples getting solid and hard and when I reached up to touch Rika’s breasts, her budding erections poked through her white top.
Rika broke the kiss leaving a line of lusty saliva between us and I was more than a little breathless. Rika moved her hands to my breasts. She fingered both beaten nipples looking for the small piercing holes. I closed my eyes and moaned quietly at the touch of her fingers.
Rika took the small rings and, in turn, inserted them into my nipples before securing the padlocks once again. My poor tittiess were once again ringed and locked. When Master gave Rika the keys, she let out a gleeful sound.
I stood helpless facing both Master and now Mistress and squirmed when Rika cupped and massaged my sore breasts. I offered no resistance, just slightly trembled at her tender touch.
“Oh Si, she really is gorgeous isn’t she?” Rika exclaimed, as though she had just opened a new toy at Christmas. I blushed with embarrassment. Rika turned her attention back to my tits and seemed to enjoy making me squirm.
Master moved towards Rika and placed his hands alongside hers as together they brushed over the statues in my nipples. Rika turned to look at Master, a flush of excitement in her face. She smiled revealing her braces. Master had a look of wonder on his face. I closed my eyes enjoying the tenderness of the moment and at the same time fighting against my growing needs.
“Hands behind your head, slut…” he ordered, “…and open your eyes.”
My eyes opened just in time to see Master take Rika’s left hand in his right and moved it to his shorts. Her finger tips brushed the light fabric covering his cock.
“Would you like to touch me?” he asked Rika provocatively. She chewed on her bottom lip and while she didn’t say yes, her silence was a definite maybe.
Another emotion blazed within. Jealousy. I was Master’s slut. I wanted to please him and had offered all my holes to that end. And now he was holding Rika’s hand. And she was holding his without resistance. My eyes glazed over with envy.
Master moved Rika’s hand inside his shorts. She seemed to hold her breath.
“Take my shorts down,” he leaned in and whispered. Rika moved her right hand and began to tug at the fabric. I knew then that she would be compliant. A few pulls later and his shorts were around his ankles. He kicked them off and stood facing both of us with his raging hard on in full view and dressed only in a white, unbuttoned sports shirt.
Rika’s hand was still not doing anything meaningful of its own volition and so he took the initiative further and moved her fingers to his naked shaft.
“Ohhhh.” I moaned in need and desire.
Master reached out with his left hand and squeezed my pussy, feeling my wetness.
Rika’s fingers, under Master’s guidance, curled around his cock and on her own initiative, as though she had done this many time, she started to slowly move the foreskin back and forth. Master must have been in heaven.
“Ohhh, fuck,” Master groaned as Rika continued to move her hands up and down his rigid shaft. He moved his left hand to behind Rika’s neck and pulled her face to his. Master made sure I was watching and suffering within, then opened his mouth and shared a passionate deep kiss with Rika. I could see his tongue caressing her braces, as I had minutes before. My frustration at being left out of this delicious moment was growing.
The kiss seemed to ignite Rika and she began to masturbate his cock faster. I could stand it no longer and started to rub my thighs together.
I heard Master whisper into to Rika’s ear, “Take off your jeans and let’s fuck the slut together.”
Rika looked up at Master, as though debating this order. Then with lust-filled eyes she simply smiled and punched open the button on her tight jeans. Her nipples were now bursting through her blouse almost but it was her black lace thong upon which Master was focused. Hooking her fingers in the thin side straps she eased them down her legs and then off to join her jeans on the floor.
Her pussy was not shaved like mine, but her pubic hair was very neatly trimmed such that her puffed up labia were clearly on view.
“Down slut, on all fours!” I could see what was going to happen and shook my head. No, I wanted to cry, ‘you fuck me, Master!’
“Slut, this is your only chance. Any more disobedience and you will take 20 strokes of the cane across your tits!” The harshness of this punishment overcame my resistance and I immediately fell to the ground and posed on all fours.
Master moved to Rika and kissed her once again, while at the same time moving her closer to my head
“Please Master, please n..ummph!” but my words were smothered as Master took a tight grip on my still platted hair and pushed my face at Rika’s crotch.
“Now lick, or the cane threat will be carried out.”
Rika emitted a sharp exhale of breath as my lips pressed hard against her pussy. I darted my tongue forward and thrust it deeply into Rika’s waiting sex. I had never licked a girl before, but the threat of the cane destroyed all my inhibitions.
Rika sighed again, closed her eyes and shifted some of her weight, forcing her pussy into my face, almost stifling my breathing. I had to wriggle and moan against Rika’s labia which seemed to make it even more pleasurable for her.
Suddenly I felt movement behind me and I felt Master thrust his cock deep into my soaking wet pussy. I was bookended in sexual bliss. I swirled my tongue faster than ever inside the lips of Rika’s cunt in a frenzy of erotic motion. I could hear loud squelching noises which were the result of the mixing of Mater’s cock with my juices. The noises signalled exactly the timing of the thrusts from his pumping hips.
“Fuck this is good,” I heard him groan.
“Oh, Si, ohhhhhhhhh I’m going to cum,” Rika exclaimed.
Master and Rika leaned toward each other, over their bracketed slut, and their mouths met in a passionate kiss. I could hear Rika breathing fast and shallow.
Together they rode me to a crashing mutual climax. Rika came first crying out her passion and grinding her hips hard into my face. When I felt the release of Master’s sperm deep into my pussy, I ground my ass back into him and succumbed to my own climax.
In a heap of sex fuelled exhaustion the three of us collapsed in a heap on the dusty, sandy floor.
Rika and I had fallen in such a way that our faces were just inches away from each other. I had closed my eyes after a brief glimpse of our situation, exhausted, but suddenly felt Rika’s lips on mine. She kissed me lightly. Without opening my eyes, revelling in the moment, I opened my mouth to respond and flicked out my tongue, feeling the opening in her mouth, and searching for the roughness of her braces. It was pure bliss, to be filled sexually with Master’s seed and to be caressing Rika’s lips and teeth and tongue. I briefly opened my eyes to see Master propped on his elbow watching us.
After some time, Master moved away and sat resting against the cold brick of the exterior wall. The light from outside was fading as the sun began to set. I was reminded of this same period from the previous day and found it hard to believe what had happened in a mere 24 hours.
“Rika,” he called out, “Come, join me.” Nooooooo, I wanted to shout. I looked over at Master, surely revealing my disappointment that this special moment had been broken. Rika had broken our mouth to mouth contact and looked over at Master with a smile on her face. She crawled over to him, her ass and pussy wriggly so sexily, leaving me limp and without the ability to move an inch. I just lay in the sand and dirt, a slave girl, and watched Rika slide into his waiting arms. He wrapped both arms around her in a gentle cuddle. Will they call me to them, I wondered?
“Nadu, slave,” Mater ordered. I was both shocked and disappointed. My bottom lip trembled, close to tears. At this wonderful moment of sexual freedom, my Master had ordered me as a slave to this humiliating position the most common of all Gorean slave positions. I struggled to obey, scrambling to my knees, sitting on my heals with my back and shoulders straight, my bondaged breasts thrust out, belly in, head up, eyes diverted to the floor. I opened my knees as widely as possible, and rested my hands on my thighs. I knew Rika was watching and that in this position I was totally devoid of any self-esteem and worth.
“Shit Si, what did you just say?”
”Nadu. It is a command that orders girls who are slaves to assume a certain position awaiting further instruction from their Masters. It comes from the world of Gor …” I sincerely doubted Rika had any idea what he was talking about.
“Where all female slaves are called kajira and lovingly obey every whim of their owner’s in return for masterful ownership. Slut Ev will have to loan you the books to read, Rika,” he laughed.
He reached out, took Rika’s face in his hands and kissed her once more. She returned the kiss eagerly as their tongues again mingled. Tears now flowed freely down my cheeks as I was forced to witness a scene that I so desperately wanted to be a part of. I did not feel jealousy at the moment, just a sense of being totally alone and abandoned. Just sadness.
I heard Rika moan and sneaked a peek. Master had begun to fondle Rika’s breasts. Moving inside her low cut blouse, he slipped a finger under the edge of her red lacy bra. She moaned, their mouths still locked in a passionate kiss and he flicked at her still erect nipple.
He took his mouth away from Rika’s and called to me, “Clean me slave!”
Oh, I moaned, how much lower can I fall, but at least I would be able to become involved, not be left out like a punished animal.
I crawled over to Master and moved my head to his groin. Rika watched, amazed at my obedience, Master continuing to massage her beautiful tits.
”Oh fucking hell Si … does she just do that because you ask her to?” Yes, Rika, my will means nothing. I am kajira.
“Of course she does. You forget Rika, that the simple girl you knew just a short while ago as your room mate, is now a highly charged slave willing to do the bidding of her Master.”
As Rika watched, I took Master’s semi-erect cock into my mouth and began to suck off the residual juices. This seemed to fuel Rika’s lust causing her to move her mouth back to Master’s, seeking out a hard desperate kiss.
Rika’s naked breast had spilled out from inside her bra and Master reached out to cup it with his palm and he flicked her nipple with his thumb. She was getting all of Master’s loving attention, and I was cleaning his cock. It was so unfair!
I was amazed to find Master’s cock getting hard and beginning to twitch. I thought the male libido was not renowned for its speed of sexual recovery, but he was clearly becoming aroused again. And I mean really aroused. It must have been the kiss from Rika combined with my mouth ministering to his cock.
“Fuck Rika I’m getting hard,” Master said peeling his mouth from hers. “Shall I cum again … maybe in slut’s mouth?”
“Oh yes Si, but can I tell her what she has to do?”
“Ok, why not, but make sure you tell her not swallow my sperm but to hold it in her mouth until you tell her to gulp it down.”
Rika beamed with delight at this further chance to humiliate me. I now had a mouthful of what was almost a fully erect cock.
“Slut,” remarked Rika. I looked up at her without removing even a millimetre of my lips from Master’s rigid flesh, “Master Si wants his slave to carry on using her mouth to clean him but then to continue until he cums again.”
I tried to plead with my eyes, and elicited a small moan, but Rika continued. “And slut you must capture his seed and hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow it.”
Rika spoke like someone who had just discovered a new toy and couldn’t believe all of the things it did. I couldn’t speak as I was gagged by Master’s cock. I could only convey my dismay with a frown and saddened expression.
Rika was becoming aroused as she felt Master flicking at her nipples once again. My despair was her joy.
“Wrap your lips tight slut. You’ve got nice ones, almost as nice as mine, use them. Make sure your tongue is doing something.”
It seemed as though Rika was challenging me to a contest, a contest of who could service Master more effectively. There was no way I would lose this challenge and so I worked even harder up and down Master’s shaft. But I was not enjoying it, not one bit.
Rika moved her hand onto my head, guiding me up and down Master’s cock. I don’t need your help, Rika, I wanted to protest, but only a groan escaped and was probably interpreted such that I was getting more and more enjoyment. Master slouched down low, shifting Rika backwards, so I had full access to his shaft. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Master continued to play with Rika’s tits as much as he wanted, and she could still guide my head as I further sucked on Master’s cock.
I so wanted to please Master, to be his number one girl, so my tongue motions were getting more precise as I worked to bring Master’s erection to eruption. Rika pushed at my head again, which made me go deeper and deeper. I was committed to pleasure Master, despite the awful circumstances of being treated like an animal pet by my roomy.
“Start going faster, make him cum,” Rika demanded. My pace quickened, as Master’s shaft became slick with my saliva. My spit covered his cock as I continued to suck him towards climax. Rika now pushed my head faster and faster, and she started to moan as though it were her who was receiving the blow job. It was so bizarre, and so unbelievably erotic.
”Fuck, Rika I’m going to cum!”
I winced in anticipation, dreading his juices with my friend in such close proximity. But Master was already too aroused and moments later he cried out, thrust his hips forward and began to shoot directly into my mouth. I clamped my eyes shut as stream after stream jetted into my throat, trying not swallow, but the amount of his semen filled my mouth to overflowing.
“Oh yes Si, cum for me,” purred Rika, “and don’t forget to hold it in your mouth … cunt!”
Cunt! Rika called me by the ‘c’ word, almost as a delightful afterthought.
I milked Master until the last drop oozed into my mouth.
“Good slut,” said Rika patronisingly as I moved away from Master’s now well used cock.
“Show us Master’s seed.”
I knelt back on my haunches and opened my mouth. Both Rika and Master peered in to see the pool of thick white substance that filled my mouth and nearly clogged my ability to breathe. My despair and suffering was evident, as my friend checked out my mouth and I moaned in reply.
Suddenly, Master diverted his attention from me to Rika’s lower back. There, apart from the start of a really cute ass, was a small tattoo, which I had seen quite often and she had suggested just as often that I get a similar permanent marking.
“What’s the tattoo Rika?” he asked. It was an Asian character, but he had no idea what it meant.
“Oh,” remarked Rika, seemingly a little surprised by his comment, “it’s a Korean character that means ‘love’.”
“We should get slave one done in the same way,” he suggested.
At first, Rika laughed at his idea, knowing my refusal to get one in the past.
“What do you think slut?” Master asked me.
“Eeee, ooooo, eeeease.” My mouth was still full of sperm, but clearly Rika knew what I was saying.
Mocking my ability to speak clearly, Master said, “Good that’s settled then.”
“Ooo, oon’t ease!!” I pleaded my case as well as I possibly could.
“Stay, slut,” Rika ordered. “Si, come here a sec. I have an idea.” They both scrambled to their feet and walked across the room. They began to whisper and Master agreed to whatever Rika had said. Maybe she finally realized it had gone too far, and that forcing something permanent onto her roomie was out of bounds.
“Swallow, slut,” Master ordered from across the room. What a relief to swallow his semen and breathe normally once again. “And get dressed. We have things to do.”
Rika (1)
I don’t know what had come over me. Yes, I was always a little envious of Ev, her perfect smile, her longer legs, the way she attracted stares from guys without really trying. One of the reasons I got the Love tattoo on my back was to compete with her belly button piercing. Ev often wore cut-off T’s or blouses so that her navel was the center of attention. But she was always nice to me, always gave in if we had an argument about the apartment or other things that would arise between roommates.
When she came home last night, I was stressed over my term paper for bio. The classes that I took for pre-dental were so difficult. My parents expected me to be a doctor, but when I got a D in ochem, I knew I could never make it to med school. We found a compromise in dental school, and I was really trying to please them. I guess I was emotionally exhausted, and when I saw what Si had done to Ev, and apparently not totally against her will (I mean, she would not even consider letting me call the police), I just couldn’t control myself.
When I gave her my first command, to pose for the picture on her cell phone, I actually expected her to say No, and then what could I do? But instead she obeyed, and obeyed again, and so I admit it, I had a power rush. I am not a lesbian, but certainly enjoy the times my girlfriends and I have kissed while being silly and taking pictures. And I enjoyed cupping their breasts and making sexy comments for a similar reason. It was just safer do such things with girls. Guys always interpreted any sexy comment or gesture as an invite to my pussy. So, I guess I would be described as “Bi”.
Ev and I had kissed a few times for fun, always with others around and always in jest. But when the opportunity presented itself last night, I was drawn to her lips, and apparently she was drawn to mine. The sensation when her tongue piercing struck my braces was heavenly.
I admit it. I wanted her to be late to her 2:30 meeting. I guess I even wanted her to suffer more indignities and humiliation. I don’t know why. It just made me hot to think about it.
When Si called, I could not believe how far they had gone. Ev was clearly his sex slave, and in less than 24 hours. I had no idea how far this could go! I was curious, well maybe that word is too bland. I was thoroughly entranced by their relationship, and wanted to see it in action, so when Si asked me to join them at the beach house, I agreed instantly.
When I saw him, my first reaction was that he was quite a bit older than Ev and I. Maybe 30-something. But I liked his confidence, the way his hair blew in the sea breeze, and his relaxed smile. He certainly did not seem like a sex maniac or serial rapist.
Then there was Ev, leashed by her tongue to the wall, and again a erotic sensation came over me. I loved the way she looked, totally helpless, unable to defend herself against Si’s advances, or mine. And she was making no attempt to escape or scream for help. She may not have enjoyed the pain or discomfort, but neither did she make any effort to protest.
I guess the turning point, when I went from hesitant participant to a committed and aroused partner, was when I locked the rings onto Ev’s nipples. Something passed between us, and I knew that I had a control over her that was more than just a passing influence. She would do nothing to stop me, so I decided to join Si and push Ev to new limits and new levels of slavery.
When Si commented about the tattoo on my back, at first I thought that Ev should get one that said “Love” in Chinese. I had asked her many times, but she had refused. Now I knew she could not refuse if Si and I agreed on something.
But that would just get her more attention from guys and girls alike. Her sexy belly would have a piercing in the front and an inviting tattoo in the back. So I whispered to Si my idea and he liked it. We would take her to a tattoo/piercing salon in Chinatown that was frequented by many of my Chinese friends. I suggested Si take Ev to the salon, while I made a few calls to friends to make sure our idea would go smoothly once we arrived.
I also wanted to be sure that when we had her there, we could punish her appropriately for lying about the S’s that dangled from her new hoops. As I remembered, the shop also had a lot of sexy jewelry and I knew exactly what Ev needed.
Ev was starting to get dressed, putting on my totally soaked red lacy thong, and I knew that in a few minutes Si would lead her to the car to begin their way to Chinatown. I had already dressed and ready to go.
“Bye Ev,” I called out cheerfully, giving her a friendly wave as though nothing noteworthy had happened in the past hour.
She looked up at me, first with a surprised reaction on her face. “Bye, um …” She was not sure what to call me now. Finally she finished her sentence, “Mistress.” I actually think she was glad to see me go, perhaps because then she and Si would be alone, or perhaps the humiliation of her roommate seeing her treated as a slave was too excruciating.
“Yeah, see you later. Bye Si. Later,” and with that I walked swiftly from the boathouse and headed back to my car. When I was sure to be out of range, I got out my cell and called Jason, a Chinese guy we knew that had several tattoos, probably gang related, but who knows. He gave me the name of the guy to ask for at the tattoo place, and said he would call ahead to let him know we were coming. I also got the name of the girl who worked the jewelry counter and gave her a call. She confirmed that they had what I was looking for.
I finished my last call while waiting in my car and saw Si lead Ev across the sand dunes. He had leashed her again, it seemed, and fuck, if it didn’t look like the leash went from his hand to her bellybutton piercing! That guy was just too hot. Well, not too hot, just right to my increasingly active imagination when it came to Evelyn Wang.
I left the parking lot, and decided to stop home for a shower and change of clothes. I suggested to Si to take a longer route, maybe stopping along the way for an embarrassing purchase or two. I wanted to look presentable when we arrived at the shop, not smelling like someone’s whore! And besides, I wanted to get my camera.
To be continued …
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