As he locked the cage into place on the trailer, she gave a wailing moan and begged, “Please, Master, get me out of this so I can finish myself.”
“When we get back to the RV,” he answered.
“Then make it finish me,” she pleaded. “I need to cum!”
William turned to get on the ATV. “I don’t know how,” he said. “Dominick made sure I knew how to open it, but he said I could work on the rest later. I’ll get you out of it as soon as we get back to the RV.”
Like he had done once before when missy was unable to walk very far, he pulled the cage up to the door of the RV. As he opened the cage door, he muttered, “I’ll put it away in the morning,” and helped missy up into the RV.
She staggered back toward the bedroom and stood next to the bed swaying with the pulses. William followed her with his phone in his hand. “Wait,” she breathed heavily. “I want you to finish me as soon as I am out of this metal torture device. Please get ready. Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
She looked at him with plaintive eyes. “Please, Master, do this for me,” she said between heavy sighs as the pulses held her at the edge of orgasm.
William answered, “If that’s what you want, missy.”
A few moments later he was laying naked on the bed with the phone in his hands. “I think this sequence is supposed to unlock all locks,” he said quietly as he entered several numbers.
Several things happened all at once. With a series of clicks all of the locks on the device opened; missy tore the brassier from her body and dropped it on the floor; she then pulled and twisted the panels so they would release from the belt and wiggled the belt down her legs to the floor; and finally, missy launched herself at William, pushing him over onto his back and impaling herself on his half-erect member.
Perhaps it was because of the surprise, or maybe it was just that there was no way that he could match her frenzied thrusts and bounces, but William lay quietly while missy released the pent-up energy of an hour on the edge. He quickly stiffened within her and after a few minutes ejaculated inside of her as she bounced and screamed, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” with each thrust.
He was nearly soft once again, but still within her when she stopped bouncing and began to grind herself against him. A cry of “Aaaaaaahhhhhh”came from her lips as her body went totally stiff. Her hands flew to her breasts and she pinched and twisted her nipples between her fingers. She then threw herself forward onto his chest and held him tightly with her legs alongside his and with her arms alongside his chest. She then gave a long, “Mmmmmmmmmm,” that faded into nothingness as her body totally relaxed.
William reached up and stroked her back, but she gave no response. She was either unconscious or asleep on his chest.
William continued to slowly stroke her back for what seemed to him like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes. Finally her eyes fluttered open and she responded with another, softer, “Mmmmmmmmmmm.”
Lying on his chest, she asked, “What happens now?”
He answered, “When you think you’re ready, we’ll get up and I’ll fix us supper.”
“No,” she replied, “I mean what happens after today. My days of punishment are over. What happens now?”
“Well,” he began, “for the next two weeks not much happens. You deserve a break and I figured you needed some time to truly heal. I thought we might drive down to the beaches in southern Texas and give you a chance to go swimming in the ocean.”
Missy giggled, “I’ve always wanted to go skinny-dipping,” she answered, “but I never had the nerve before.”
William laughed slightly, “And you don’t have worry about getting arrested,” he replied. “The law is clear that a slave must be nude whenever the temperature is above 58 degrees.”
“What happens after that?” she asked, her voice becoming much more serious.
“We go on tour,” he answered, “like the bus says. One show mid-week, then three shows on the weekend– Friday night, Saturday night, and a Sunday matinee.”
“Will the shows be like the past eleven days have been,” missy asked.
“Not exactly,” he replied, “but close. We have the punishment platforms from Madison, the smooth metal flogging post from the whipmaster, the spanking benches and paddles from the lottery, that metal bikini you left on the floor, and Mister Master’s Unicorn. We will mix them up depending on the crowd and what undercard or other performances are at the venue. There might be a couple of other special events thrown in, but I don’t have anything set up yet.”
“I have two requests,” she said quietly.
“Shoot,” he replied.
“When you use the bikini to tease me,” she said, “put me at ground level and tie me between two of the restraining posts. I’ve got bruises all over my back and shoulders where I slammed myself against the bars trying to get off.”
“And?”
“When you use the robot to cane me at the Sunday Matinee,” she said softly looking away from William, “bring me back here and make love to me right after the show.”
“Why is that so important?”
“That way,” she answered, still looking away from him, “I become addicted to you rather than to the pain.”
He laughed and said, “No problem.”
Missy turned her head back to face him. “What happens after that?”
“You mean at the end of the tour?” he asked.
She nodded her head yes.
“The money sentence has been satisfied,” he began, “so the tour will be just one year. At the end of that you are once again free. You can take back your name, if you want. Or you can take my name if you are willing to become my wife.”
“Vicki LeClaire is dead,” missy said slowly and softly. “Too much has happened to me. Becoming a slave has peeled away so much of what I thought I was. What is left is the true me. I could never go back.”
She sniffed sightly, “Besides, my hair will never grow back and these brands are permanent. No matter who I say I am, everyone will know that inside I am just slave missy. Maybe I always was. In any case, I could never take back my old name.”
She looked down sadly and then suddenly her eyes and mouth opened wide. “You said ‘wife’!” she exclaimed. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“We have to wait ‘til the year is up,” he answered. “But yes, I am asking you to marry me, if you are willing.”
“Why do we have to wait?” she asked.
“Because slave marriages are very special under the law,” he replied. “They have to be approved by two different judges and once you are married, it is permanent– at least for me.”
“What do you mean permanent?”
“Because a slave may be forced to marry, if by nothing else, trying to please his or her Master,” he explained. “Once you marry a slave, she is yours forever. She can leave, but you can never divorce her or kick her out no matter what happens. A slave marriage is permanent.”
“Is that why you don’t want to marry me until the year is up?” she asked.
“No,” he answered. “I don’t want to marry you until the year is up because I want you to be able to make the choice as a free woman.”
“I just told you,” she replied, hugging him and putting her head on his chest, “I will never truly be a free woman ever again.” She paused and grinned at him before continuing. “Actually, in many ways, I am freer now that I have ever been before in my life. And this very free slave says ‘Yes’ to your offer of marriage.”