“Yes, Master. ” Jenn grabbed Aisling by the hand, Aisling stumbling to get to her feet and walking to the back of the club towards my office. Aisling doing her best to keep up without falling in her 5-inch red stiletto heels.
“Tammy and Jessica go to the playroom and bring Veronica and Brute to me. Post haste.” I said with a smile.
“Yes, Master,” the twins said swishing their hips out of my sight. I shook my head — remembering how I got lucky with those two. Fraternal Twins — different eggs different sperm from the gangbang their mother had when she was young. That is a different story, not this one. George and Christy looked at me with a questioning frown.
“Do not look at me like that,” I said to both of them. Christy smiled and dropped her gaze; George chuckled in his deep bass voice.
“I did not say a fucking thing. I am observing this new one.”
I waited, my slaves knew that I hate tardiness; Tammy and Jessica showed up first — counted on that — then I saw Aisling turn the corner; I was instantly hard again, Jenny leading her out by a leash clipped to her neck in the D ring. Her wrists were cuffed and locked behind her back, her jewelry very prominently featured when she walked as it swung back and forth with five ounces handing on each nipple ring, and her pussy was leaking down her thighs making a wet trail on the floor.
I was stunned, she was the most beautiful slave clothed or naked, as she was now, except for the dark leather harness. Her face told me everything I needed to know. Jenny walked her straight in front of me. Aisling kneeled and bowed her head.
“How may I be of service to you Master?” Her voice provides every detail of her arousal. Shaking with need.
“Have you learned to suck cock since our last encounter?” Venom biting my words.
“I do not know Master, but I can try and do my best. It has been a long time since I…well…when I left. OH….SHIT…..OH….WOAH….OH, YOU MOHERFUCKER….NO NO NO NO….OH SHHHIIIITTTTT….I…I…Cumming…” Playing with her clit ring, I targeted her left nipple and brought full force a kiss from Veronica. Aisling howled in pain but did not cum. Her breathing was fast and labored. I struck her right nipple and alternated . Her tits and nipples showed signs of my torture. Aisling’s hands were not free she could not cover her breast while Veronica gave her lessons.
“Now I have a properly motivated slave. Again tell who and what you are?” I said looking into her lust-filled eyes. Such love and devotion.
“I am a slave to Master Chris; he is my one and true love of my life. I will obey his every command, instruction, and guidance during my time with him. He owns my body, mind, and soul for his pleasure. Master, I am your slave for life.” Aisling said to me with a crowd forming around my table.
“Sweet slave Aisling; your training will start tonight. Go to the bar where you got the yellow band, tell Roxie to give you a red band, and come straight back to me. Is that clear Slut?” I unclipped the wrist cuffs, mainly because of a club rule also so that Roxie could cut the yellow and attach a red band on her.
“Yes, Master.” Aisling rocked back and stood up, turned, and went to the bar. I watched as she had some words with Roxie. Aisling raised her wrist and a new band attached. She turned to find three very large, very big men standing blocking her way.
“Excuse me, Sirs, I must get back to my Master. He is waiting on me.” Aisling said timidly.
“OH, do you now. And who pray to tell is your Master?” Said the first man. “Where is your Master now and why should we not find him and beat the shit out of him and take you for our toy?” The man closest to Aisling said.
“I think we need to see this Master of yours and tell him we are taking you for our fuck toy.” Said the second man to her left.
“Lead Slut, we want to meet him and I mean fucking now bitch.” Aisling walked over to where I had been sitting with my three other sluts. Aisling fell to her knees in front of me and three big defensive men stood in front of me behind Aisling.
“Hey, shit for brains.” Said the bald one.
“How may I help you, fine gentlemen?” I said with an even voice looking dead in the eye of good ole baldy.
“Listen up asshole”
“Now Now no name-calling my slaves here have sensitive ears. Like their Master, they should not be subject to language like that towards their Master and Protector.” I said to baldy with a smile on my face. George walks up to our table looks at the scene.
“You guys fucking with the newbie again? Chris, I thought you were over that. Shit poor girl is shaking she is so fucking nervous. I bet she thinks you are going to get your ass beat and they will take her away from you. Chris looks at her — Aisling am I correct?” George said standing to the left of me.
“Yes, Sir. I have submitted myself to Master Chris for life.” Aisling said not raising her head. Her tears ran down her face.
“Well Master Chris,” George said with sarcasm in his voice.
“Mike, Andre, and Chris I would like you to meet Aisling. She is the one that left me three years ago for no apparent reason other than she was scared.” I said to the guys.
“Aisling I want you to meet Michael Bennett, Andre Carter, and Chris Long. These fine gentlemen are part of the Defensive line of the local football team and my friends.” I said laughing. Aisling bent down put her head on the floor and started to cry. Her sobbing got so bad that I picked her up and carried her to my office in the back.
I set her down on the stuffed leather couch grabbed a tissue and gave it to her. Taking it from my hand without looking at me keeping her head down.
“First, right now we are Aisling and Chris — former lovers; tell me why you are bawling like a fucking teenage princess?”
“Teenaged Princess? Really, is that what I am doing?”
“Well, yes…why are you crying then?”
“I was afraid that those men were going to beat you and steal me away from you. However, you set the entire thing up, I realized how much hurt I caused you. I left because I felt trapped but I did want to be trapped, secure, and loved. It took me a couple of years to figure that out…and then another three months diving into the lifestyle. I do not nor have I ever had another Master or any Master. You have always been the one I wanted to serve for life. You did not fight for me. I did not fight for us. If this means I am your slave and have to share then so be it, at least in my heart I know that he loves me. I am in love with you Master, not as a slave loves her Master, but as the former girlfriend, best friend, and lover, a woman who wanted to have a white picket fence and three kids with you kind of in love with you. That is why I am bawling like a fucking teenage princess, Sir.” Oh, I lost it laughing so hard my sides started to hurt. I fell on my ass in front of Aisling still laughing. I looked at her.
“If it matters to you go lock the door. If it does not undress me.” She crawled to me and opened my belt, unzipped me, pulled down my pants and underwear in one move. She straddled me reached up and took my t-shirt off over my head. I grabbed the remote still in my pants pocket she was still in the leather outfit. The current state of vibrators is off, seconds later they are not. I hit MAX — Aisling stood straight up throwing her arms into the air shaking and convulsing. My opportunity, I click her wrist cuffs to the chain from the ceiling and her ankles in the bolts on the floor. Perfect, spread-eagle her body my target. Aisling regained her senses after the mind-blowing orgasm, she looked at her hands and legs taking note that she was cuffed and locked.