This is the beginning of how Heather and Anita got together, part one of three as the prequel to the Heather and Anita series. A series I numbered but stupidly did not set the Literotica series link. Following ‘My life as a dom – birthday’ where Anita saw the paintings and caricatures at the restaurant where she works she contacts the Master.
This story will stand alone but does jigsaw in with both My life as a dom and Heather and Anita. Please leave comments and mark the stars, preferably all of them.
Master
“Master, there has been a telephone call from a waitress at the restaurant. She wants to speak to you, I told her I would tell you, I have her number if you want to speak to her.” Sasha informed me.
I was still at Sasha’s, the others had gone back to work and university. “Find out what she wants, I have a good idea which waitress it is. I am not having anyone else but I may take a one-off. Find out in detail what she wants, if she won’t tell you, say goodbye.”
“Yes Master.” She went for the landline phone and dialled a number, she put it on speakerphone.
“Hello,” said the waitress.
“My Master wants to know what you want.”
“To speak to him.”
“You need to tell me exactly what you want before he decides whether to speak to you or not.”
“I’d rather speak directly to him.”
“In that case goodbye.” Sasha put the phone down.
“Ten,” I said. The phone rang on nine.
“Hello.”
“I’m sorry, I will tell you, it is embarrassing,” said the waitress.
“Okay start.”
“I want to be like the girls in the photos. I want to be his slave, I want to be treated as he treats them. Doing the things in the drawings.” There was a pause.
“Go on,” said Sasha.
The waitress was stumbling now, “to hurt me, humble me, for me to do everything he asks. Please tell him, I will do anything he wants. I need someone to control me, to make decisions, to tell me what to do. Please ask him, please.”
“Wait.” She put the phone down.
“Eleven thirty tomorrow, give her the address.”
She gave the address and time and told her not to be late.
“Are you sure Master? Is there anything you want me to get ready?”
“I am sure that I will see her once and probably no more. You will be involved. Very involved.”
The following morning I dressed in slacks and informal shirt, Sasha in a mini dress, stocking and heels. I sat in the lounge when the bell rang eleven thirty two. Late.
Sasha opened the door, making her wait five minutes, leading her into the lounge she stood her in front of me.
I looked her up and down, it was the waitress I thought it would be, partly because of her reaction to the photos and drawings and because her whole demeanour was submissive.
She was chubby, she had a very pleasant round face framed by short black hair with an unfashionable fringe. Her brown eyes looked all around her. “Eyes front slut, hands by your sides. Sasha, show her how to stand.”
Sasha put her hands behind her holding each elbow and pushed her feet about eighteen inches apart. I walked round her, examining her closely. I must admit she had lovely big tits, I am not a tit man but I had to admire them. Would they look as good without a bra? I doubt it.
She was a bit thick around the waist and quite a large arse, I bet that will wobble when I hit it. “I don’t allow jeans or trousers of any sort, take them off.”
She bent down and took her shoes off before wriggling out of her tight stretch jeans. “Put your shoes back on.” She had come prepared, wearing stockings with suspenders, who wears stockings under jeans? Obviously she did.
She took up the position again. Her white blouse hung nicely off her tits, just short of covering her knickers at the front and resting on her arse at the back. The blouse had an integral bow at the neck which I slowly unfastened.
I looked her in the eye as I started to undo each button of her blouse until she broke eye contact and looked down. I was reaching the top of her breasts with my unbuttoning and could see the top of her white bra.
I slowly continued until I unfastened the final button and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. “Allow it to drop.” I ordered. She let her arms drop and it fell to the floor.
She put her arms back and remained looking down. I walked round her again, grabbing her arse and giving it a wobble. “You have a big arse slut.” I slapped it twice, once on each cheek.
“Yes Master.”
“I am not your Master, you call me sir, understand?” I gave her several hard slaps on the arse to help her remember.
“Yes sir.”
I moved around to her front I felt her tits through the bra, squeezing where I thought her nipples were. “Unfasten your bra.” She unclipped her bra and I eased it forward slowly watching how much her tits sagged. I am pleased to say not a lot for their size.
The pencil test, possibly two pencils. She had large brown nipples and areolas. “Very nice, let it drop. Her bra joined the blouse on the floor. I put my hands under her tits and waggled them up and down.
I must admit they were glorious, big and glorious. I slapped the outside of both tits several times. They swayed, fucking gorgeous.
I stood back. “Turn round, bend over and slowly pull your knickers down, stay bent over.” She bent, put her thumbs in the side of her knickers and slowly lowered them wiggling her arse while she did so.
Because of her large arse her pussy was not as visible as the other girls. It did just poke through. “Spread your cheeks.” I ordered. I inserted a finger into her unresisting pussy, warm and wet.
I used the liquid pussy lubricant that was on my finger to ease my finger into her arse. “Assume the position,” I ordered as I removed my digit from her hole and she stood arms behind her feet apart.
Now she was naked apart from shoes, stockings and suspender belt I could do a thorough inspection. “Hands on head.” I started at her back, moving her hair aside and I bit her ear then her shoulder.
I wobbled her arse up and down before moving round to her front. I grabbed her nipples and lifted her tits with them. They were asking for attention, soon they will get all they deserve. I inserted two fingers into her pussy and drove them in and out. There was a sound of slurping liquid.
“Open your mouth,” I put my wet fingers in as far as I could reach. I took my fingers out. “On your knees.” she got down on her knees. “Did I tell you to close your mouth?”
“No sir.” I slapped her face on both sides.
“Wait to be told in future.”
“Yes sir,” she tried to say with her mouth open.
“Sasha guide her to the garage by her hair.” She went to get up but Sasha held her down.
“Crawl, slut.” They left, I waited for a while before going in, the slut was on her knees, back arched and arse facing the door. Sasha was doing a good job.
I had not asked her name purposely, she would be known as slut. “Sasha hold her head up so she can see which implement is going to be striking her arse soon.
I selected the favourite homemade flogger, the handle was smoothed and shaped by Emily and Sasha who had ‘oiled’ it with pussy juice, and a cane. I hit her arse hard with the flogger then ran the cane up and down between her pussy lips. “Spread your legs.” I hit her pussy with the flogger.
“Sasha string her up.” I walked out and left her to it. I had a cup of tea before I went back in. Sasha had tied her in the centre of the room, arms up and legs spread.
“Well slut, is this what you wanted?”
“I think so sir.”
“I bet you’d like to be fucked.”
“Oh yes please sir.”
“Sasha see if her cunt is wet, I bet the slut is begging for it. She might have to do a lot of begging before I’d put my cock in that dirty cunt.”
“Yes Master,” she put her fingers in and they came out glistening. “Oh yes Master this cunt is dripping.” I used the flogger on slut’s back from shoulders to knees while Sasha splashed about in her pussy.
Her yelps and yips caused by the flogger and the sloshing sound from her pussy were quite erotic. “On your knees Sasha.” I directed her to the wall and with my back to the slut I got my cock out and Sasha sucked me.
I didn’t come as I intended but wanted the slut to think I had. “Swallow it.” I instructed.
Sasha made a show of swallowing. “Thank you Master.”
“It will be a pity to not do something with those tits, it’s good that you have decent tits. A fat arse, a smelly, wet cunt, a fat belly but nice big tits.” I slapped them to emphasise my point.
“Bells Sasha,” she went off. Slut’s makeup had run, she looked as vulnerable as she was.
“Poor thing, hoping for all sorts and being stuck here, cunt dripping, back and arse sore and stinging, just wanting to come. Your face is a mess, I get hard beating you so I give Sasha the pleasure of sucking me off.”
Sasha returned with the nipple clamps with bells on. I attached them to slut’s nipples. “Swing them about, let’s hear them ring.” She moved her upper body from side to side producing a melodic resonance.
While she continued to swing her tits I walked behind her and put my hand between her legs. She was hot there and very wet, I put three fingers into her pussy and my thumb in her arse.
“Don’t stop swinging those tits.” I didn’t move my hand as her movement was enough stimulation. I had a feeling she was approaching orgasm so I removed my fingers from her pussy. “Stop, be still.” I took my thumb from her arsehole.
I took the clamps off her nipples. “Sasha, dress the slut to go out, I’m sure you have clothes for her, jeans will not do. Make her look sexy.” I left them to it.
Slut
Wow those photos, what a turn on, pictures of women turning me on. Not just the women but seeing myself in those positions. Fuck, and the women were here I think, I’m sure that’s the skinny one in the picture. The one with the jet black hair.
Given time I bet I could match each photo to one of the ladies here. As for the drawings the same goes, the faces are distorted being caricatures but again recognisable.
The things they were doing and having done to them. Tied, whipped and held in different devices. Being made to suck and fuck. God that cock, nobody has a cock that size, it could kill you. What a way to go!
I went to the staff loos and masturbated, I was so quick I wasn’t missed.
They had been coming here for some time usually two or three times a month, in various combinations of women, only the same man who is always in charge. Good tipper so the risque things they did were overlooked.
It took me a few days to pluck up the courage. I wanted to be tied, whipped, controlled, humbled, totally obedient. I checked the contact details and phoned.
I spoke to one of the women who would not let me speak to her master, she referred to him as master! But she would speak to him.
She phoned back and asked what I wanted so I said to speak to him. She said I had to tell her and hung up. Do people hang up or just switch off.
I phoned back and told her my desires, I was blushing, luckily there was nobody there to see. She gave me an address and time and hung up. It’s on, this is it, I’m doing it, I’M DOING IT.
Now to get ready, there was no body hair in the photos and mine is thick and luxurious so I had better shave or wax. No time to wax so I will shave. Under arms and legs I’ve done many times but never my pubes.
I stood on a sheet and cut my pubes with scissors initially before soaping and using a razor. When I had finished I used a mirror to check for stray hairs. I’ve never really looked at myself ‘down there’ before.
I am a little overweight, perhaps more than a little. My pussy lips were full and puffy, the slit narrow and defined. I like it! I could not see any stray hairs.
If I did some exercises and didn’t eat anything before tomorrow it might help me look thinner. All his women were slim, size twelve at most.
What to wear? Jeans, the modern girdle, will keep my bum tight. Would stockings be too much? I will have to take the jeans off at some point, I hope, so stockings and a sexy suspender belt will take his attention off my fat.
I have a pretty bra and pantie set and a new white blouse. I phoned the hairdressers and got an early appointment for a cut and blow dry tomorrow. All sorted I went to bed and tried to sleep.
I left the hairdressers and set the Satnav and off I went to the seaside! The Satnav put me a few doors away, that’s the trouble with posh houses with names instead of numbers.
I was a couple of minutes late, I waited at the door for a while until it opened. One of his more mature ladies answered the door. She led me into the sitting room and stood me in front of him.
He called me slut and made Sasha, I heard him call her that, show me how to stand. Arms behind me and legs apart, well at least this showed my tits off to their best.
He walked round me, slapped my bum for being late and made me take the jeans off. Apparently he does not like anyone else to wear trousers. This is the beginning, bum smacked and jeans off, heart rate doubled and and my face beetroot red.
He inspected me again, he had an arrogant look, he made me feel as though I was nothing. He unfastened my blouse, I looked into his hard eyes for as long as I could but had to look down. My stomach churned and my knickers became damp.
I let the blouse fall, so all that was covering me was the bra and pantie set. Hopefully the stockings and heels made him want me. Why would he want me when he had so many beautiful girls? Please want me.
I was wet, I wonder if it showed on my knickers. He said I had a fat arse and slapped it. I made a big mistake, I thanked him for smacking me, I think that was good. I called him master like Sasha does but that was bad. He said he was not my master but I could call him sir.
He squeezed my nipples then made me take the bra off, I held my elbows at the back tight to push my tits out. He liked them, he slapped them. He made me bend and take my knickers off so he could see my fat bum as well as my wet pussy. I was blushing but he was not looking at my face!
I had to spread my bum cheeks like the girls in the photos. Demeaning, embarrassing and what I came for. My pussy was even wetter when he put a finger in it and then in my bum hole. Wow! I wasn’t expecting that. Do I want my bum invading? Will I let him fuck my bum? Can I stop him? Shit!
With hands on my head he did another walk round, he pulled my boobs up by my nipples, pleasantly painful, put fingers in my pussy then into my mouth! I had not tasted myself before, salty but nice.
I had to crawl into the garage with Sasha pulling my hair, my stockings ruined, the remnants of my dignity ruined with them. Once in what they called the garage which was more a torture chamber. Various devices scattered round with all sorts of torture implements. Oh God, what would be do to me in some of these? I don’t know what some of them are for. I hope I find out! Oh, oh, oh, my nipples were so dilated they hurt, my pussy so wet it was running down my thighs.
I was made to kneel with my bum in the air and my tits on the floor. He hit me with a multi tailed whip on the bum and on my pussy. I very quietly had a small orgasm, I was hung up, legs spread. He asked if that was what I wanted, yes, no I don’t know. Honestly I thought yes and more, fuck me now.
I said yes. He asked if I wanted to be fucked. Yes! Yes! Yes! While Sasha fingered my pussy he hit my back from top to bottom. I was close, so close. He stopped and got Sasha to give him a blow job in front of me! I still haven’t seen his dick.
He called me names but liked my tits. He slapped them and put painful clamps on them with bells on. He made me shake to ring the bells while he put fingers into me and his thumb in my bum.
He stopped when I was close again and told Sasha to get me ready to go out.
Sasha led me through another torture room into her dressing room, it was massive with an equally massive selection of clothes.
“We will only be going to the pub for lunch so not too posh.” She started going through a line of blouses. “Do you want to keep those stockings on?”
“No, I don’t think so, they are wrecked.” I replied.
“Okay then.” She selected a black pair of stockings, a blouse and skirt, the skirt looked very short. “We will need underwear I think, what size bra?”
“Thirty six D”
“I don’t think we have anything that big, we will have to manage.”
“What about my bra?”
“No. Try this.” She gave me a lacey, mesh bra that did little to support and had a lot of my boobs bulging out. “We can’t have that.” She fiddled in a drawer and produced a marker pen. She drew round my nipples.
“Take it off.” She cut round the marks and put the bra back on me. I bulged through the holes. My nipples and areolas protruding. She put the blouse on me, it was white and tight.
My nipples poked out and looked obscene, I can’t go out like this. She found me a pair of bikini briefs and I put on the short skirt, it didn’t show my stocking tops, quite.
I looked in the mirror, what a slut I am. Sasha dressed sophisticated but sexy. We went into the lounge.
Master
Sasha brought the slut in, dressed appropriately for her name. “Turn round and bend over, pull your skirt up.” Pulling her skirt up was hardly worth saying.
I pulled her knickers down, a finger in her pussy then her arse. “Get the lube Sasha.” I put some on and in her arsehole, I had a tail butt plug, the tail was quite thin which I carefully inserted. I pulled her knickers up so the tail was out over the top of her knickers.
The tail didn’t show below her skirt. Her tits looked lovely, nipples thrust forward. “Let’s go.”
In the pub we had a typical pub meal, “Take your knickers off.” I whispered to both of them. Sasha immediately pulled her skirt up and wiggled her knickers down. She put them on the table.
The slut had hardly moved. “Didn’t you hear me slut, take your knickers off, now.” I did not shout but certainly did not whisper. She blushed and looked round, other people had obviously heard. “Do it or go home.”
She looked directly at me, stood and pulled her skirt up, hooked her thumbs in her knickers and wiggled them down. This freed her tail which fell below her skirt when she had pulled it down.
“Good girl, that’s what I like to see, let’s go for a walk.” We went for a walk around the shops, the slut’s tail showing below her skirt and nipples pointing out. She has done well and will be rewarded.
Back at Sasha’s I made the slut stand in front of me. Her arms behind her made her tits stand out more, straining against the bra, nipples poking into the material of the blouse. “Well slut I am impressed with you. Take your blouse off.”
She quickly removed it, the part of her tits that were poking out of the bra were blood red and bruised looking. She put her arms behind her again and pushed her chest out. “Skirt.”
Her skirt was at her feet and she was back in position in seconds, dressed perfectly. I squeezed both her nipples. She smiled. I put one then two then three fingers into her pussy. Her smile became wider.
“Turn round get on your hands and knees and crawl to the playroom, that’s the room before the dressing room.” I watched her crawl away, tail swinging.
“Sasha come with me.” I led Sasha to the playroom where slut was kneeling, arse in the air. “On your back on the bench, legs open.” Sasha did as she was told. “Slut stand up, go to Sasha and lick her cunt, you are to make her cum.” She moved to Sasha, bent over and put her face between Sasha’s legs.”First you will have to be punished for your initial refusal to get your knickers off.”
I picked up the cane and hit her arse above the tail. She screamed, very loud. There was a vicious mark on her arse, I lifted her tail and hit her again. There was another scream.
“Arch your back.” Her pussy was juicy and inviting, the two stripes across her arse red and raw. “Ready for your reward slut?”
“Yes please sir.
I hooked my hand in the back of her bra which was probably more uncomfortable for her tits. “When I have finished fucking your filthy cunt, I’ll put you on the St Andrews cross and fuck your cunt, your arse and your mouth. But first I’ll hit your tits with the cane until you are begging me to stop.”
She started shaking. Pulling on her bra and pushing her back down so that nipples would be pushed through the holes in her bra. I fucked her hard, banging into her. Her juices were running down my balls. She was grunting, saying incomprehensible things smothered by Sasha’s pussy.
“Is she doing a good job Sasha?” I asked.
“Oh yes Master, a very good job, she’s a natural.”
I was close to orgasm, I was wondering how close they were. What the hell, I shot into slut. “Have you come yet Sasha?
“Yes Master, twice.”
“Good, turn round slut, on your knees and start by licking my balls, get your filthy cunt juice off me slut.” She licked away over and under my balls. I liked this, “Cock.” She moved on to my shrinking cock.
Slut
He made me bend over, pulled my knickers down and put something in my bum! It had a tail attached! He pulled my knickers up and we went to a pub for drinks and a meal. Sitting in the car pushed the tail further in and walking into the pub with the tail in my bum was awkward and uncomfortable and I couldn’t tell if the tail showed beneath my tiny skirt.
He told us to take our knickers off, in full view of other punters. Sasha stood and immediately did so, I was frozen! I couldn’t move. I was told to do it or go home!
The two choices alternated in my head, yes, no, yes, no. Fuck him I stood and in full view pushed my knickers down and slammed them onto the table, on his plate, luckily he had finished eating. I was red in the face, so embarrassed.
I was glad to get out although we had to go for a walk around the shops. It’s February for fucks sake, no coat, tits sticking out to start with nipples about an inch long.
All that was bad enough but I had a tail dangling below my short skirt it was definitely hanging in full view now I had seen it in a shop window reflection! I was getting some funny looks. My face was hot with embarrassment, the rest of me freezing.
The heater was on in the car but made little difference in such a short journey. I stood in front of him, pleased for once with my tits pointing at him and my tail hanging down.
He said he was pleased with me, the tingle in my pussy and churning in my stomach when he said that was unbelievable. I’m a good girl! He’s pleased with me! For fucks sake. My heart rate had shot up to a dangerous level!
I had to take the blouse and skirt off and crawl to a torture room. I knelt with my bum in the air so it was the first thing he saw when he came in.
He came in with Sasha, lay her down and made me stand, legs apart and lick her pussy! I’ve never done that! I’ve never been with a woman! I’m not a lesbian! Mind she tasted good.
He hit me with a cane thing twice! It was fucking agony! My bum was on fire! Tears were rolling down my face and on to Sasha. She pulled me back into her pussy.
He grabbed the back of my bra and pulled me onto his cock, wow how he fucked me. He told me what he would do to me as he fucked me.
My bum hurt, my tits hurt, my head hurt but I came with a gush, I put my face further into Sasha and tried to lick her clit.
After he had climaxed and I had he made me lick his balls and suck his cock, it tasted of me and his cum. This was the first time I had actually seen his cock and if I hadn’t been so thoroughly fucked by it I may have been disappointed, it was smaller than the drawings. That’s not to say it wasn’t a good size and it certainly worked. My sore pussy can verify that.
My pussy, inner thighs and face were soaking.
Master
“Slut, pull that tail out of your arse and get your stinking self to the shower. You look a total mess, in fact get the camera and let’s give slut some photos so she will remember what a worthless slut she is. Use her phone as well.”
Bend over look between your legs.spread your cheeks. Sasha was taking lots of photos. Slut had taken the tail out. I reinserted it for the pictures. I bent over, “Lick my arse. Make sure you get plenty showing her face, I’m sure she will want to show them to her friends.”
I pushed her face into my arse, “put your tongue in slut.” I pulled her up by her hair and looked closely at her. What a mess, hair all over the place, face shiny and covered in goo. Makeup a mess, mascara run where she had been crying and lipstick smeared.
She looked so vulnerable, I just wanted to hug her and fuck her brains out. “Take the bra off.” Her tits were badly marked but that would soon clear, the next lot may not.
I pulled the butt plug out and put it in her mouth. “Shower now, I can’t stand the stink any longer, show her Sasha.
Slut
I pulled the plug out of my bum, it was sore, I was sore all over with hot spots that were more than just sore. Where he had hit me with the cane was stinging like hell!
I was looking forward to a long bath, I had to admit he was right. I smelled horrible, in fact a shower before I got in the bath. He wanted more photos. I had to give Sasha the code for my phone so she could use that as well.
I was made to pose and then lick his bum hole! I had to look up at the camera with my tongue in his bum, hair a mess and mascara run. He seems to think I will be showing the pictures to my friends! I will keep them to look at now and again! And again, and again and again!
Sasha showed me where the shower and bath were and even more importantly a loo! Wee, shower and a long soak in the bath, the various pains lessened, even the stripes on my bum wore down to a bearable sting.
Sasha came into the bathroom. “You need to get ready now, Master expects you to have your hair and makeup perfect. I will find something skimpy that will please him.”
She held a big fluffy towel for me to dry myself. “Come with me to the bedroom and we will get you ready.” In the bedroom she took the towel and examined me all over. Most of the marks had gone or faded. The two on my bum were still red and painful, the skin broken in places.
She put some cream on them which did ease the sting. I sat while she dried and styled my hair, after the abuse this pampering was comforting and pleasant.
She produced a box with more makeup than Boots has and started doing my makeup. She appeared to be putting more on than I would have done.
She checked that I had no hairs where they shouldn’t be. She chatted in a friendly manner, saying how much she enjoyed my making her orgasm and hoped she could do the same for me later. She called me Anita, I don’t think sir knows what my name is.
She massaged me while putting body lotion on, quite intimately at times. I felt such warmth towards Sasha in a non-sexual way.
She took my hand and led me through the torture chamber, she called it the playroom, into the dressing room. She produced a white quite sheer robe that went over one shoulder. There were no fasteners, it was held together with a belt. White hold-up stockings and heels.
I looked in a full length mirror, In one way I looked virginal until you looked at my face. The makeup was wanton, beautifully over the top. I loved it! A cross between Elizabeth Taylor’s Cleopatra and a high class whore. Sasha put a large white bow in my hair.
Sasha produced a white padded collar which she put round my neck, two similar cuffs for my wrists and two for my ankles. She attached a leash to my collar and with instructions to keep my eyes down she led me into the lounge.
Sasha’s skimpy outfit was all black in contrast to mine. I was again standing in front of sir in the required position. Eyes down, I waited. I could only see his bare feet, protruding from grey trousers.
Master
Sasha led a demure looking slut in, dressed in virgin white with a big white bow in her Snow White style hair. She looked so innocent, even the excess makeup which I could only partly see as she was looking down.
She stood with her head down, arms behind her, nipples just visible through the material. Perhaps Sasha should have painted her nipples, hindsight is wonderful.
I have never been in Sasha’s dressing room because I like the surprises that come out of it. I could approximate the size of it by the general size of the house. I suspect she has been in touch with Dr Who because it seems like the Tardis, the amount of stuff that came out of it.
“Beautiful, come and sit at my feet,” I threw a cushion down for her to sit on, I’m so kind. She sat down between my legs. “Bring some wine Sasha.” I wanted to run my fingers through her hair but did not want to mess it…yet.
We sat, the three of us drinking a rather good red wine and chatting about generalities. “On your knees facing me slut,” she knelt, her arms on my thighs and a smile on her face.
I could see her face properly now, Sasha had done a good job of her makeup. That was going to change when I finished with her, waterproof makeup was not used.
The dress was off one shoulder, I pulled it to one side exposing her left tit. She continued smiling as I played with it. “Top up the wine Sasha.” I turned to slut, “better service at your restaurant we would have been topped up ages ago. I will have to punish her.”
Sluts eyes went wide. I gave her my now full wine glass. “Over my knee Sasha,” she came immediately and lay across me. I pulled her leather knickers down, with some difficulty and began spanking her arse.
When it was good and red and I had tested to see how wet she was, actually quite a lot of testing, I told her to get up. I signalled slut to come closer and put my wet fingers in her mouth. She must be used to Sasha’s taste.
“Undo my trousers, get my cock out and lick it.” She carefully did so with her scarlet painted false nails, she had to be careful. She licked up the shaft.
She didn’t try to suck it or touch it with her hands, she was learning. “Did you enjoy watching Sasha get spanked?” I asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Would you like to be spanked?”
“Yes sir very much.”
“Well you had better get across my knee then.” She was there like a shot, I hardly had time to adjust my cock. Her robe or dress or whatever was covering her arse, well was over her arse rather than covering it.
As the dress had splits up both sides so I slowly pulled the back up until her arse was exposed. I had never had one this big over my knee and it was quite different. Her stomach engulfed my cock, pleasant and soft.
Probably the biggest difference is not having hip bones digging into my thigh. Skinny Michelle of course but even Sasha’s were not covered enough to stop me feeling them.
So I had this nice warm feeling, I held slut’s big left tit in my left hand, a real handful. The two stripes across her arse continued to look raw and would probably hurt when I smacked her.
I smacked her right cheek, a delightful wobble and a squeak. I hit her left cheek with the same result.
This was fun, I continued smacking her, her squeaks became yelps. Her nipple was poking into the palm of my hand. Her legs were opening. My semi was becoming a full erection.
I gave her four more heavy slaps, two to each cheek all on the aforementioned stripes. She screamed and kicked her legs, I squeezed her tit and put two fingers in her pussy. She settled.
I massaged her tit and her arse.
Slut
I was feeling very nervous as I entered the lounge, I kept my head down as Sasha had told me. I felt so sexy, so submissive being led in on a chain by a sexy woman in black.
As I stood before him in the required position he told me to sit at his feet. I was between his legs sipping wine. Could life get any better? I hope so.
When Sasha had to be told to top up our wine he said he would punish her!
She seemed pleased! He put her over his knee, pulled her knickers down and smacked her bum until it was red all over. She wiggled about, I could see she was loving it. I was loving it, I wanted it to be me!
She loved it even more when he put fingers in her pussy! Eventually he told her to get up. I wanted it to be me even more. He put those same fingers in my mouth. Sasha does taste good.
He told me to kneel before him and lick his cock. I was careful to obey his orders exactly so I just kept licking the length of his cock. No hands, no sucking, just licking.
He asked if I wanted to be spanked, God yes fucking right I do, now. I answered in character and demurely said very much. Laying across him my stomach on his hardening cock with only the sheerest almost non existent material between us.
He bared my bum and held my boob, I waited, then he hit me, wow it hurt, the existing sores made it more painful than I thought.
He hit me on both cheeks, Getting more and more painful but also pleasurable. I yelled each time, there was a pause, he was caressing my boob.
Suddenly four hard slaps had me screaming and wriggling about. He put fingers into me and I quietened down. He fondled my boob and rubbed my bum. His cock was hard against my stomach, I could stay like this forever.
Master
I must admit now that she calmed down. It all seemed quite comfortable, my cock against her warm stomach. I think I would like to taste her cunt.
“Sasha string her up on her back, on the swing I think and a blindfold.” Slut reluctantly dragged herself off me. “Crawl.” Sasha led her off using the leash.
Slut was turning out to be more fun than I thought she would be, I thought as I watched her arse as she crawled out. She was the complete opposite of Michelle, well not complete but certainly more meat.
I waited for a few minutes to allow Sasha to fasten her up. I pulled my pants up and followed them into the garage, I will have to think of a name for it.
Slut had her arms and legs strung up, both spread. She was looking at me from between her legs, tits fallen to the side and pussy glistening. She wasn’t actually looking at me as Sasha had put a blindfold on her. She had heard me come in and was looking in the general direction.
Her back was in a sling taking most of her weight. “Sasha take your knickers and bra off.” I moved to slut, her cunt was most seductive, lips quite puffed up and her clit was poking out.
I was tempted to go straight in and suck on that clit. I resisted and instead hit the inside of her thighs with my trusty ruler. She let out a surprised scream and tried to close her legs.
I did dive in and sucked on her clit, she tasted as good as I had hoped. I gripped her clit between my tongue and teeth. Using my tongue I had her worked up in no time. I stopped and moved to her head. I unzipped my fly and put my cock in her mouth.
I pushed in until my balls were banging her nose. She was gagging so I was in and out quickly half a dozen or so times. I moved back to her clit and when she was obviously approaching orgasm I stopped.
Leaning over between her legs I pushed her tits together and sucked on her nipples. “Do you remember what I said I would do to you?”
“Yes sir.”
“What was it?”
“Put me on the cross and fuck me everywhere then hit me on the tits with that cane you used on my bum.”
“It hurt your arse, how do you think it will feel on your nipples?” I whispered in my best seductive, reassuring voice.
“I think the pain would be unbearable.”
“Will be, not would be.”
“Yes sir, will be.” she was near to tears at the thought, but no pleading for mercy.
“You are very brave.” I sucked on her clit again. As soon as she began to orgasm I put my cock in and swung her backwards and forwards on my cock.
“Oh God, oh God. oh God, ooooooohhhhhh.” she screamed. I continued fucking her. Her tits were wobbling all over the place, her face was bright red. She had lost her bow, that was a pity.
I came into her. “Sasha, come and clean this dirty cunt.” I walked round and fucked her mouth before my erection disappeared. Sasha was still using her mouth on slut’s pussy.
“Come and give slut a kiss.”
“Yes Master.” she almost ran round lifting her head and allowing all the contents of her mouth into slut’s.
“Untie her and bring her into the lounge, as she is, no put the bow back in her hair.”
I walked out and ordered a takeaway.
Slut
I had to crawl out, led on a leash by Sasha, I was naked, my ‘dress’ on the floor. I was put on my back, arms and legs in the air. With a sling supporting me I was raised up. I was blindfolded!
I heard sir come in, he told Sasha to take her knickers and bra off, he hit the inside of my thighs. It hurt like hell! I think I screamed! I involuntarily tried to close my legs. I wasn’t expecting it. What next?
Next was divine! He did something to my clit that put me in orbit. Fuck I was near orgasm immediately! I could feel it building, from somewhere near my centre and spreading in waves upwards to my nipples and down to my pussy.
He stopped!
I heard his zip, my head was held back and his cock was in my mouth, his balls banging my nose. I swear it was going down my throat!
He moved again, between my legs he leaned forward, pushed my boobs together and sucked my nipples! He didn’t know what he was doing to me. Fuck! Let me come, make me come! Stop fucking about!
I could feel his stomach pressing against my pussy. He whispered in a voice that turned me on even more! He made me say what he planned to do to me!
I could still feel the marks on my bum caused by the cane. He was going to hit my nipples with it! No, I couldn’t stand that! I will have to quit!
I said it would be unbearable. I was crying, he called me brave and started sucking my clit again, thank God. In seconds I could feel an orgasm mounting again.
Just as I was about to come he pulled away again, bastard! No he is not a bastard he fucked me! Oh how he fucked me! I came in a very wet fashion!
He was squeezing my tits as he fucked me! I was coming again!
He came, I could feel it inside me, he pulled out and told Sasha to clean my dirty cunt! Dirty cunt how could he say that? He put his cock in my mouth and Sasha her tongue in my dirty cunt.
Trying hard to concentrate on sir’s cock while Sasha had her tongue in me was not easy. He pulled out and Sasha kissed me, emptying her mouth into mine. Her spit, my juices and sir’s spunk!
Sasha reattached my silly bow and led me walking into the lounge. That was one of the best experiences of my life. Being blindfold enhanced my other senses. Plus I never knew what was coming next!
My stomach churned at the thought of what was to come.
Master
Sasha in black, tits and arse uncovered leading slut in white stockings and large white bow. “I have ordered a takeaway, slut will go to the door to collect it. She will serve us in a professional manner.”
Slut looked a bit confused. “Sasha, slut needs to cover up to receive the food. Take the leash off and put the dress back on her.” With the dress back on she looked less virginal than earlier because her, what was immaculate, makeup was a mess. She had obviously been crying mascara and lipstick running and smudged.
She looked like she had just had a rough fucking.
“Slut your waitressing has started, who knows, do a good job and you may get a good tip. Do a bad job and who knows. Pour us some wine, get some plates ready.”
She fluttered around in her high heels until the doorbell rang, I looked her over making sure her tits were covered. Talk about sexy. The material was gossamer thin so there was an indication of nipples and pussy. Her big arse wobbled beautifully as she went to the door.
She returned with two bags and started to dish the food up. “What did the delivery guy look like?”
“There were three of them.” Sasha and I laughed.
“I bet they close up shop and they all come next time.” I laughed.
Slut served us in her best waitress style, I allowed her to sit at the table with us to eat. She was very sexy walking around in her semi opaque outfit with her left tit popping out.
When slut had cleaned away the dishes she came and sat with us. I had an arm around each of them with a tit in each hand. I was feeling content with life.
“A nightcap before bed, whisky for me.” I said.
“And me,” said Sasha.
“Me too,” said slut.
“The best whisky, Sasha.” I ordered.
“Master and I have an ice cube in our whisky, how do you like your’s slut?”
“I’ll have the same, please Mistress.” Sasha got up and poured the Scotch. Slut leaned in closer and her hand crept its way to my cock apparently of its own volition. She unzipped my fly.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Did I tell you to do that?”
“No sir,” she whimpered.
“Stand up in front of me and take your shoes off. Jump up and down. Turn slowly as you do.” I watched her tits bouncing, is that painful? It looks painful. Her left tit was getting tangled in the dress.
Her arse was bouncing less spectacularly, in fact attractively wobbly. She continued turning. “Take the dress off. Keep jumping, I like watching your tits.”
Sasha returned with the Scotch. “Slut, squat in front of me, legs spread, drink your Scotch.” I stretched my leg so that my foot was under her and my big toe on her pussy.
“Rub your cunt on my toe.” While slut was abusing herself on my foot we were all sipping a rather good Scotch. It was fucking good sitting there my arm around an almost naked Sasha and a slut running her naked cunt on my foot while sipping a perfect Scotch.
“Slut lay face down on the floor, Sasha connect your right ankle to slut’s collar. Go to bed, I will unfasten you in the morning.” I watched them go out, Sasha did her best to help but slut had to crawl keeping her neck close to Sasha’s ankle.
Slut
Sasha led me into the lounge on a leash. Her in black me in white, the clothes did not actually cover pussy, bum or boobs. I was going to have to pick up the food when it was delivered!
I can’t do it, I’m naked, I’m a mess, I’m wearing a fucking stupid big white bow in my hair! My stomach was churning and my feet were hurting with these fucking stupid shoes!
I wasn’t going to be naked, no fucking way, I was to wear the fucking see through dress, worse than being naked. The doorbell rang. Shit! Here goes.
Strangely it seemed to take three people to deliver two bags. Six eyes looked at me but not one saw my face, not one got above my boobs! And I had worried about my messy makeup. Christ I blushed, they of course didn’t notice. I took the bags off them with a thank you and closed the door.
I served the food in a professional manner, perhaps not so professional I was letting my boob flop out. I cleared up and sat with sir. Sasha poured some whisky and I ran my hand over sir’s cock and pulled the zip down.
He grabbed my hair and violently pulled my head back. I had not been told to touch his cock! I had to jump up and down in front of him! My boobs were almost hitting me in the face, it hurt, it was embarrassing! I had to turn around as I jumped so he could see my bum bounce. He said he liked watching my tits! He fucking would!
Sasha came back with the Scotch and he made me squat on his foot while he held Sasha and we drank the whisky. I am not a whisky drinker but this was nice.
His foot was against my pussy and the rigours of the last hours had got me all worked up again. Fuck hadn’t I had enough more in a day than the last how many weeks?
My pussy was sore, my bum was sore and squatting like this was creasing my legs, I will have to move soon. I noticed that although he had his arm round Sasha and was fondling her boob she did not touch his erect cock which was poking out of his open fly.
He told me to lie on my stomach, what a relief on my legs but not on my pussy I was near to orgasm again. He had Sasha kiss his cock and made her fasten my collar to her ankle.
We had to go out like that, me attached by about four inches of fastenings. I crawled, my bum up and my nipples scraping the carpet. I tried to keep up with Sasha and she tried to make it easy for me.
“Are you alright?” said Sasha. “Do you need to let anybody know you are staying?”
“I’m okay I think and I don’t need to let anybody know.” He just assumes that I can stay, he doesn’t ask. He assumes I am on birth control or he doesn’t care if I get pregnant.
“I need a wee, a shower and a sleep. Can you unfasten us now?”
“No Master said he would do it in the morning, wee, shower and sleep we can do.”
“He wouldn’t know, just while we are in the bathroom, we could lock the door, please.” It was awkward trying to hold a conversation with someone when you have your neck tied to their ankle.
“Do you know what would happen if I told him you had said that? You would be out on the street naked and not allowed back ever.. We have strict honesty, for instance if he tells us we are not to orgasm for a month, we don’t orgasm for a month if we do we tell him and take what’s coming.”
“Oh I’m sorry, let’s get on with it.” Sasha had wee with me on the floor looking up at her. I had a wee bent double with Sasha sitting on a chair with her leg up. This is the first time I have weed in front of somebody since I was a toddler. And the first time I watched somebody wee.
Luckily the shower was more a wet room, Sasha put her foot on the chair and with her help I managed to wash. Sasha just took it all in her stride.
We managed to sort out the bed sleeping head to toe, a most uncomfortable night.
I think I have had enough, “Sasha do you think he will do what he threatened tomorrow?”
“What was that?”
“To hit my boobs with the cane.” I mumbled.
“He does not often use the cane and I don’t think he has ever hit boobs with it. But if he says he will do something, unless you beg him not to, he will do it.”
“If I ask, you think he won’t?”
“You can always refuse, nobody is a prisoner, we can all refuse.”
“Thank you.”
Master
It was nice to wake up on my own, I had a shower and a brew. “Wake up girls.” I unclipped the sluts collar from Sasha’s ankle. “You both have five minutes to get into the playroom.”
I walked out of the bedroom and into the playroom where I had a hot mug of tea. The girls rushed in five minutes later and stood before me arms behind their backs.
“Slut stand against the wall over there.” I pointed to a clear space. “Sasha, get the fucking-machine and take it to slut.” I admired Sasha’s arse as she pushed the machine. I think I will have that today.
“Spread your legs slut,” I adjusted the machine so the lubricated ‘penis’ was in slut’s pussy, about four or five inches in. I turned it on slow, about fifteen pumps a minute.
“I promised you that I would hit your tits with the cane but as you’ve been so good I will warm them up first. As another reward you will be machine fucked while I do it. This is not a punishment, it is just for my pleasure, my enjoyment.”
I pushed back her hair. “Put your hands under your tits and hold them up.” I hit the top of her right tit about ten times very fast, then the same to her left tit. I increased the speed of the fucking machine.
Slut had started out with an almost silent scream but did become more vocal with each stroke. The top of her tits were bright red. I held each nipple and kissed her on the lips.
She was breathing heavily, the effects of the machine I suppose. “Hold your nipples and lift your tits up. Higher, stretch them so I can hit the underside. I started to repeat what I had done on the top of her tits to the bottom. Only two strokes in she screamed and dropped her tits.
It would appear the underside of a tit is more delicate than the top. I turned the machine up. “Pick it up, you shall have extra for that.”
“Yes sir.” she was crying. She pulled her tits up by the nipples and defiantly stuck her chest out. I hit it several more times but not quite as hard. I did the same to her left one.
She stood there crying, I turned the machine higher, “spread your legs,” this lowered her pussy so the plastic cock went higher into it.
“Put your arms behind you, stick your tits out as far as you can. I sucked each nipple, I bit each nipple and put a finger on her clit. I moved away, her tits were wobbling in time with the machine.
I hit each nipple, fast but not too furious. She screamed but somehow never moved her nipples out of reach. “Well done,” I whispered in her ear, “you were magnificent, are you ready now for a repeat performance with the cane?”
“Oh no please sir no I could not bear that. No more please sir.” She was sweating, trembling, her tits quivering.
“Are you begging?”
“Yes sir, I’m begging you, please, please.” Her tears rolled down her face. “Can I come please?”
“Okay as you have been so good you may come. Your tits do look a bit tender. I will put the cane back on the hook.” I had no intention of using it.
“Thank you sir. Yes yes yes, oh God.” Her orgasm was loud and vigorous.
I allowed her to enjoy her orgasm before turning the machine off. I helped her release her pussy from the cock and led her into the lounge by her collar.
Naked Sasha cooked and served a fried breakfast, she was adept at avoiding fat spatters. I had become quite aroused, hitting sluts tits while she was drawing near orgasm and watching the ‘penis’ filling her pussy. An amazingly tight pussy I thought for such a big girl.
I had just two more things to do before I sent slut home. I pulled a dining chair out and had slut kneel on it, her tits over the back. I fastened her hands behind her. I removed my boxers and put my cock in slut’s mouth.
“Sasha lube her arse and fetch number one.” I was pushing into slut so her tits were rubbing against the top of the chair back. I moved to her arse and slowly entered the arsehole.
“Ow, ooooo.” was her comment. I slowly went in further and further, it was even tighter than her pussy which I was not going to neglect. I eventually was all the way in so I started to fuck it harder.
I pulled her hair back lifting her so her tits started vacillating against the chair back. She was crying again. I stopped, keeping her head up I moved round and put my cock in her mouth.
I finished in her wonderfully tight pussy. I enjoyed slut more than I expected, it was satisfying not to have any commitment. The next time I see slut she will be serving me in a different way, although I may have her again.
“Well slut just one more thing then you go.” I took the ‘slut’ paddle off Sasha and hit slut’s left arse cheek hard.
“Yeeooow. Fuck, fuck,” said slut. I repeated on her right cheek. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, fuck.” Sasha and I examined her arse, slut was labelled beautifully, her name would be on her arse for a day at least.
“Stand up.” I led her by her collar to a full length mirror and allowed her to see her arse. ‘SLUT’ was neatly embossed on each cheek. I would go as far as to say the easiest to read of all my attempts, perhaps because I had a bigger canvas to work with.
“Thank you sir, that is beautiful.”
“You can get dressed and go now.”
“Please can’t I stay longer? I am not working until tomorrow evening.” she pleaded.
“I am going out for a while soon, Sasha, do you want slut to help you clean up? She could lick your cunt before you start.”
“Yes Master, I could use some help.”
“Lie on the floor Sasha, kneel between her legs slut and get stuck in.” I decided to stay and watch, slut’s poor tits were scuffing on the carpet. “Legs up Sasha, she’ll want to lick your arsehole.” I stayed for another ten minutes then left.
Slut
I had a terrible night trying to sleep while fastened to Sasha’s ankle, every time she moved in her sleep my collar was pulled. We were awakened by sir and given five minutes to get into the playroom. He did unlock us.
We rushed around splashing water on our faces, mouthwash and wee then a dash to the playroom. Sir made me stand against the wall, I was trembling, I wanted to tell him I did not want to be hit with the cane but I couldn’t speak I was so scared!
Sasha rolled a machine towards me, it had a frightening penis on a stick protruding upwards from it. I had to lift my leg and sir directed it into my pussy. I felt very full!
Sir said that because I had been so good he would warm my tits up before he used the dreaded cane. He started the machine and the ‘penis’ went further up me, slowly in and out. He was smiling when he told me that he was not punishing me, he was just doing it for his enjoyment!
He made me hold my boobs up so he could hit them! He could have done it without making me cooperate. He hit me twice, the second one before the pain from the first had registered! He continued to hit my boob.
Fuck me it hurt! I could see the top of my boob was bright red. I tried unsuccessfully to keep quiet. He hit my other boob the same. It hurt so much! I was crying, imagining what the cane would be like! Hell no, not the cane!
He turned the fucking fucking-machine up! The pain radiating from my tits and the pleasure from my pussy were meeting somewhere around my stomach!
I had to lift my boobs up by holding my nipples and raising them! The pain when he hit made all the other pain (and the pleasure) disappear. Fuck that hurt!
I let go of my nipples. He said I would get extra for that, so I held them even tighter. I stuck my chest out, bring it on. He did, he rapidly hit both boobs. My knees were giving way but I could not fall onto the machine it would tear me in half.
The machine was going faster! He made me spread my jelly legs which put the ‘penis’ into me. He turned it up! Surely he was finished with my boobs now, I could have a massive orgasm on the machine!
No chance! I put my hands behind my back and pushed my chest out. He sucked each nipple and bit them before he hit my nipple! Oh God it hurt, he kept on hitting me, left nipple for a while then the right. I yelled but kept my tits pushed out!
I was at that point again where the pleasure and pain were all mixed up. He asked if I was ready for a repeat performance with the cane! No! No! No! Noooooooooooo!
I begged him to stop, I begged him to let me orgasm! But as much as I wanted that, I wanted him to stop more! He allowed me to orgasm and then released me.
We had breakfast and I was made to kneel on a dining chair and suck sir’s cock. He kept driving it in so my poor boobs were rubbing against the chair back.
He moved behind me and put his cock in my bum! All the way! It hurts! I could feel his balls hitting my pussy! My tits were taking an even worse bashing.
I was relieved when he stopped until he put his dirty cock in my mouth! I nearly threw up! He stopped and went into my pussy, wonderful that’s where it belongs!
He said one more thing to do before he was finished and he hit my bum really hard with a leather strap. Both Sasha and sir said how good it looked.
He took me to a mirror and I could see SLUT emblazoned on my bum twice! He told me to go! I begged to stay. Sasha said I could help her clean.
First I had to lick her pussy while she lay on the floor! I was kneeling with my bum in the air and my boobs on the carpet. I tried hard not to let my nipples scrape on the floor.
Sir watched us, he made me lick her bumhole! How could I get any lower? Could he disgrace me any more? I felt cheap and humiliated. And the worst of my shame is that my pussy is leaking and my nipples are standing proud. He left.
Sasha and me started in the bedrooms and moved on to the torture rooms. We finished off in the lounge and kitchen. It was hard work but apparently her master was very particular.
“If he was annoyed he would punish you. You like to be punished.” I suggested.
“His punishment for a major misdemeanour is to ignore me. I may not see him for weeks or he may make me watch him with the other girls and ban my orgasms.” Sasha said.
We sat and drank coffee until sir returned. I enjoyed my afternoon with Sasha although I was in a bit of pain. I was sitting on a cushion.
Master
I visited an old friend and we went for a couple of pints. We had a good laugh. I was going to have to go home soon, my house had been empty for quite a few days and I probably had post to pick up.
I returned to Sasha’s house, the girls were sitting naked drinking coffee. “Have you eaten?” I asked.
“Yes Master,” said Sasha.
“Good, Sasha, go and shower. I want you to look your best. Wear a sexy bra and knicker set then come back here.”
“Yes Master.” She left the room.
“Slut, when Sasha comes in you are going to worship her. She has done a lot for you and you are going to repay her. You will kiss her body and do what I tell you. When you have finished she will be on the edge of orgasm.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Make some tea.” She stood and walked to the kitchen, I noticed she was sitting on a cushion and slut was still clearly visible on her arse. She came back with the tea. Her tits were bruised, red and purple coloured.
I was feeling generous. “Put the cushion on the floor and sit between my legs.” She made herself comfortable resting her head on my thigh. I put my head back and relaxed.
Sasha came in looking gorgeous, she had on black bra and knickers, kind of flowery with red bits. “Stand in front of me Sasha, get up slut, turn around Sasha, let me see you.”
She slowly turned, her knickers were I think bikini type, covering half her arse. She continued to turn until she was facing me. “Sasha you will stand still with your hands by your side.
“Okay slut.” She walked up to Sasha and started doing as instructed. Firstly she kissed Sasha on the lips, slow and sexual, Sasha responded. Slut held her head as she kissed her and Sasha started to bring her hands up in response. “Hands by your side.” Sasha put her hands down.
Slut moved to her neck, kissing down and up her neck then to her ear. She moved to her back and kissed and licked her shoulders and back.
“Tits,” I said and slut moved her hands round and started massaging Sasha’s tits over her bra, she continued kissing her back. Sasha was looking at the ceiling, enjoying it.
“Bra,” slut pushed the bra straps down over the shoulders with her mouth. She unclipped the bra and slid her hands round until she was holding Sasha’s tits under the bra which fell to the floor.
She continued kneading Sasha’s tits as she moved down her back, licking down her spine. I could see Sasha’s chest getting red, she was feeling well stimulated by this I think.
Slut who was following my earlier instructions moved to Sasha’s front and started kissing and gently sucking her nipples at the same time caressing her arse.
Sasha was staring at the ceiling again, she was not used to this sort of thing, this gentleness. Slut put her hands down the back of Sasha’s knickers and was gently squeezing her bare arse. She continued sucking her nipples.
One of slut’s hands came round the front of Sasha and rubbed her pussy through the knickers. Slut let the nipple go and licked her way down to the top of Sasha’s knickers. She put her tongue under the elastic and licked across her lower stomach.
Slut put her hands on the sides of Sasha’s knickers and lowered them about an inch. She still had her tongue under the elastic and moved across from hip to hip. She lowered them another inch and continued the licking back and forth about four times before lowering them again.
I think the last lot the tongue must have been crossing the clitoris so with the next the tongue would be tasting the pussy. Sasha hands were gripping into fists as she was near, near, near. “Slut do the same at Sasha’s back.” Sluts tongue swiped slowly across her arse several times.
“Slut get the knickers off and get on the floor, Sasha on hands and knees with your cunt over slut’s face.” I whipped my pants off and was in Sasha’s dripping pussy before she knew what was happening.
I pulled her head back by her hair as I pummelled away. “Slut lick the clit,” I felt my balls tighten. I was really worked up watching and amazed how worked up Sasha had become without a whip in sight.
“May I come Master?”
“Yes of course,” she did immediately and drenched slut in the process. I carried on for a while longer seeing Sasha have another orgasm before I did. I pulled out.
“Slut clean that cunt and open your legs, I moved round and sat between sluts legs, my cock under Sasha’s nose. She kissed and sucked it until it was no longer erect.
Sasha
What a strange few days, training and looking after Anita. Dressing her and watching her be humiliated and hit in various ways and places. I was quite jealous at times.
Slut had sucked me off while she was punished. I had dressed as a dominatrix in black and been spanked over his knee. I spent a strange night having slut’s collar fastened to my ankle. Washing, weeing and even moving was not easy.
At one stage I was sitting on the toilet with my foot on the sink while slut washed and cleaned her teeth. We were woken and released in the morning. He beat slut’s tits severely but not with the cane and had the fucking machine going in her.
I cooked breakfast not recommended in the nude, I am good at avoiding spitting fat. Following Master slapping slut’s arse with ‘slut’ which came out beautifully she asked to stay. I was asked if I wanted help with the housework. There was a lot to do so I said yes.
I was told to lie down and slut licked my pussy and bum. Master left and we cleaned round. We drank coffee when we had done and had a sandwich. Slut was quite interesting, I explained that serious punishment was being ignored while he had the others or being denied orgasm.
Master returned and sent me to shower and to look my best in sexy underwear. When I returned to the lounge slut was sitting on a cushion between Master’s legs.
I was standing before him on the inspection spot and had to turn around while he watched. He sent slut up to kiss me, it was a good kiss. I was enjoying it. I was not allowed to move my arms.
The kiss went on, tongues in mouth, she stopped and kissed my shoulders, moved behind me, licking and kissing my back. Her hands moved under my arms and onto my breasts, over the bra. It was unusual for me to feel like this with a woman and without being submissive. I was being submissive, I had no control but nice things, loving things were happening rather than painful. I liked it having someone lovingly be in control. No I am not explaining myself well, I’m not understanding it myself. I know that master ‘punishes’ me with love. Hell, I don’t know what I mean. I suppose I am happy as long as somebody else has control.
Not the submission I was used to. I could get used to it. Master must have primed her while I was in the shower.
One word, bra and slut pushed my straps down and unhooked my bra. Her hands massaged my tits and she licked and kissed my back. She sucked my nipples and rubbed my arse, she put her hands in my knickers and grabbed my bum. It felt wonderful, I would have loved to pull her head into me.
She moved down until her tongue was running across my stomach under the waistband of my knickers. She moved my knickers down a bit and continued with her tongue. Down some more her tongue went across my clit this time. I can’t believe how exotic, how arousing, how downright fucking good.
The next would be great. She would be licking my pussy. Master stopped her, and moved her to do the same on my bum, he made slut lie on the floor, me kneel over her and Master fucked me from behind.
He fucked me while slut licked my clit, his cock and balls. Slut held my tits. I begged to come, Master said yes and boy did I come. I squirted over Master’s cock and sluts face. I came for a second time.
Master came in my pussy which he made slut lick out. He put his cock under my nose and I sucked it and kept on sucking it until it had shrunk to normal size. Mind you, ‘normal’ is a misnomer in this case erect is Master’s normal.
I started crying. I was so happy, “please spank me across your knee please, please Master.” I begged, what was I doing? I do as I’m told I don’t ask for things.
“Of course, little one.” He sat on the couch and I lay across him. “Slut whisky all round.” He rubbed my bum before smacking it.
“Thank you Master.” I said, he smacked some more. It was so comforting, this is a position I know and love. After that different experience I wondered if I could ask him to hit me with the seven. Seven is an exceedingly whippy fibre cane which is really painful.
He smacked me some more, I felt so good. I blurted out “please hit me with seven Master.” There I’ve said it, he’ll probably ban me from orgasm for a year.
“Stand up! Get your arse into the playroom, crawl. Slut give me that whisky.” He took a drink. I crawled into the playroom. I had really upset him. If he leaves me for three days laying in my own piss like my former master at least I’d be given a book.
He came in two glasses of whisky in his hands. “Stand up,” he commanded. He handed me the whisky. “You’ll need this, slut put cuffs on her wrists and ankles.”
I finished the Scotch, it was the good one I had bought him for Christmas, he usually keeps it for himself. Slut put the cuffs on and I was strung up, arms and legs spread.
“I cannot believe after the wonderful orgasm slut and myself have given you you want to be hit with seven.”
“I cannot have that amount of pleasure without being punished for it.” I told Master honestly. I was crying again. He shook his head and walked out. He returned with another glass of Scotch, a rather large glass with two cubes of ice.
He was obviously deep in thought. It was not like him to be indecisive but he looked stumped. “You are an odd person, we do all we can to give you the best but you have to be punished. Not just punished like an over the knee spanking which you all enjoy but punished in the worst way.”
“Yes Master, I’m sorry.” Tears were rolling down my cheeks. “Please use seven on me.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I don’t know Master.”
“I do not think it would be good for you to have number seven at this time. You look so vulnerable with tears of joy one minute and tears of whatever now.” He came up and kissed me.
My stomach churned. I can’t understand it myself, but the need to be severely punished was all consuming. “I don’t know Master.”
“You want it?”
“Yes Master.”
He went and collected seven, I shivered as he approached. “Slut blindfold her.” I was suddenly in the dark.
“Yeowwww.” I yelled, fuck that hurt, right across my bum. “Yeeeeowwww,” and again. I was wriggling about crying again. My pussy was already dripping.
“Yeeeooww” across my stomach, unexpectedly, I bent forward and was hit on the bum again. My yell was even louder. Why did I ask for this? I had already had a fantastic orgasm so why did I need this?
Yeeeeeeowowowwwww” across my tits below the nipples.
“Had enough?”
“No Master. Yeeeowww” another across my tits above my nipples. Three more strikes across my bum. I yelled and yelled. The pain was all mingled together. Arse and tits.
Another across my nipples, agony. Master came up to me, he kissed me, he ran seven up and down my pussy, between my lips and against my clit. Was he preparing to hit me there? I hope not.
“Slut get her down and the pair of you crawl into the lounge.” I was in agony. We crawled in together, Master threw some salve to slut. “Put that on her sores.” He was not happy, he didn’t like doing that, he poured himself another large Scotch.
I could see he had an erection! He might not like doing it but it got him good and hard. He unzipped his fly, held his cock up and told me to suck it. Oh yes please, I swallowed it straight away, into my throat.
I gave my best blow job, no hands. Please forgive me, please love me, please just own me. He sat back sipping the Scotch. And looking at me.
Master
That was different but Sasha was not in control so she had a painless orgasm. We all enjoyed it. Sasha asked to be spanked across my knee, great what could be nicer: a good Scotch in one hand and a great arse under the other.
It was most unusual for Sasha to ask for anything, she must have been feeling confident.
I spanked her and she wiggled, we were all happy then Sasha dropped her bombshell and asked to be hit with seven! What the hell why would someone who had had a perfect experience and orgasm want to be hurt so badly?
She was ruining a great day, I shouldn’t do it, I was rock hard already and ready to fuck her. I had slut string her up in the play room, I was still in two minds cock versus brain. I had a large Scotch and tried to talk her out of it or at least find out why.
She was determined so I had slut blindfold her and hit her arse twice as she was arched forward I hit her stomach. Her screams were long and loud.
I hit her arse and tits, finishing off with a cruel and nasty one across her nipples. She stopped screaming and was just standing there, more hanging there, crying. I kissed her tears away and on the lips. I ran seven up and down her cunt, it was gleaming wet.
I told slut to untie her and had both crawl into the lounge. I had a raging hard-on. I gave some salve to slut to put on Sasha’s wounds and poured myself another Scotch.
I sat down, got my cock out and told Sasha to suck it. She knelt before me, smiling through the pain. She took my cock in her mouth and gave me a fantastic no hands blow job.
Another almost perfect situation: a good whisky in one hand and a great mouth on my cock. I came into her mouth. “Go to bed.” I quietly told them.
I sat there for a while, my shrunken cock poking out of my fly. I finished my Scotch and went to bed on my own.
I woke early as usual, made a brew and decided to wake the girls. “Get up, lounge in five minutes.” I ordered. I sat back with my brew and waited. The girls came in and stood before me. “Sasha turn slowly.”
I could already see her tits, God the marks were horrific, skin broken in places. Her arse was in a worse state some of the strokes had crossed over and there was fresh blood amongst the dried. The one across her stomach paled into insignificance under her tits but was still raw.
“On your knees, slut suck my cock, Sasha lick my arse.” I dropped my trousers. “Spread my cheeks and get your tongue in.”
“I am not sure that I am the right master for you, you expect someone who will do to you things I will not, certainly not in future.”
“Please Master, I will not ask again.”
“Shut up and get your tongue back in. I will not do that to you again, I love having you but I will no longer go against my principles.” I came into slut’s mouth.
I pulled my pants up and walked to the front door, I put my jacket on. “I will be in touch.” I walked out carrying number seven.
Sasha
I had a most uncomfortable night, there was a convenient way to lie that wasn’t painful and if I fell asleep as soon as I moved I landed in a painful place.
Master woke us early, he made me turn around while he looked at me, the marks were very raw. He looked shocked and disgusted, oh no! This can’t be good. He made us kneel, slut sucked his cock, lucky bugger, and I licked his arse. He said I should have a different Master. No! No! No! I don’t want another Master.
I will be good, I won’t ask for anything, I will do whatever you tell me. Please Master, please own me. I told him I would not ask again and he told me to put my tongue back in his bumhole.
He pulled his pants up and walked to the door, put his jacket on and said he would be in touch and he walked out!
What the fuck! What’s going to happen now? In the future? Will he come back? I was in tears. I heard his car go.
“What now?” said slut.
“I don’t know,” I responded through my tears. “I will have to wait as will you. I don’t know what he had in store for you. He will probably see you at work. He does not know how to contact you or even your name so if he wants you he will have to go through me.” I was clutching at straws, he had said Anita aka slut was a one off but he enjoyed her and may want her back.
“Get the salve and put it on my sores, we’ll have a cup of coffee before we do anything else, I was still crying. The salve numbed the pain in my arse but not the pain in my heart!
“Do you think he will want me back?” Anita asked.
“I don’t know.” and I don’t fucking care, I may have lost him. You hardly know him. He is my life, my everything.
“Will you phone me if he asks?”
“Of course, if he tells me to do something do you think I will disobey?”
“No, of course not, I’m just worried.”
For fucks sake shut up. “Let’s get tidied up and keep busy.” Perhaps he has forgotten something and will come back. Perhaps he will phone me. Perhaps I can get on without constantly thinking about him.
We had tidied up, what the hell we cleaned clean things washed clean things and generally tried to not think. We stopped for a meal.
“Did your experience come up to your expectations?” I asked.
“I don’t know what I expected, I expected to be smacked and whipped but not totally humiliated, no knickers, a mini skirt and a tail up my bum and walking round the shops. It was terrible and I loved it. Even the two whacks with the cane which were not as hard as yours.”
“And you want to do it again?”
“Oh yes.”
“If I am still with Master and he asks, I will be in touch but I will not ask him for anything in the future.”
“Thank you, Sasha.”
“You had better go if you are working this evening.”
“Yes, I hope I see you soon.”
“Me too.”
With Anita gone I was left to my thoughts. I eventually decided to write to him. A letter would be better than an email I decided.
Master,
Please forgive me, do not forsake me.
I promise I will never ask for anything again.
I will be your obedient slave.
I will do whatever you ask, whatever you want, whatever you demand.
I will not ask for anything, nothing at all.
Please, please, please forgive me and keep me in your life.
Your obedient slave,
Sasha.
I kissed the envelope, posted it and hoped for the best.
Master
In the car I calmed down, I didn’t go far. I stopped at the cafe on the pier and had a full English, several mugs of tea and read the morning paper. I decided not to go home just yet so I went to the beach hut.
I put the heating on and sat in the comfortable chair and read a book for a few hours. My mind drifted back to Sasha, I was so fond of her but I could not treat her the way she wanted. I felt guilty about becoming aroused while doing such a vile thing. The only good thing was she wanted it. I had seven in my hands, feeling it, bending it and swishing it about. I walked down the beach with it and watched the waves, The tide was going out. I threw number seven as far out as I could.
It is possible to do as much damage with other whips and canes but seven has the reputation, the meaning of being the ultimate. Sasha knows I will not do it again and has accepted that but will it be enough? I will give it a few days before I do anything. I went home, not contacting anyone. I was due to visit Michelle in Reading this weekend. I will go and it should take my mind off it.
Friday morning the post was quite early so I read the letter from Sasha. The stupid bitch I like her asking for things rather than the doormat she was previously. Asking for the spanking was great, it was what followed that upset me.
I phoned her, “be on your knees naked in the middle of the lounge at midday and wait for me you stupid cunt.” I put the phone down. She was going to be kneeling there for a while, I was in no rush. My thoughts were on Michelle, the complete opposite of slut in build.
I set off for Reading, stopping at Sasha’s. It was about twenty to one when I walked in. Sasha was kneeling as instructed, as I knew she would be. “Stand up.”
I examined her, the marks were still raw, turn round. Her arse was also bad. “I could slap your tits you stupid cunt, it is not you asking, I prefer to have you asking for things. I won’t slap your tits because of the state they are in.” I slapped her face.
“You are forgiven. You will go to my house this weekend and give it a good spring clean. I am off to see Michelle. I drowned seven.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” She bowed her head. I left her and set off for Reading.
Sasha
I’m in! He’s not throwing me away. It was worth kneeling on the hard floor for ages. I could not rest my bum on my legs because of the sores so the muscles at the back of my legs were agony. Each time my legs gave way my bum touched my legs the pain had me sitting up again. I had been sitting on a large cushion since the beating.
The wait from posting the letter to him phoning was agonising, at least he phoned straight away not after his weekend with Michelle. He will need sunglasses when he gets home. The place will be so clean.