Pleasure Incorparated

CHAPTER 11****

 

 

Allison lay nude on the bed. She tossed and turned and was unable to sleep. She was mulling over her encounter with Bryan at the library. She had to admit that this had been a strange vacation as she reached and fingered her slave collar with her hand. It was useless trying to sleep, so she rolled out of bed and went into the communal sitting room and turned on the television. As usual there was nothing of interest on the television, so she made herself a cup of tea and went out on the patio.

Closing her eyes and basking in the sun's rays as they poked through the branches of the trees, she thought of the conversation that Bryan and she had. Her thoughts were just not on his adventures with his profession, even thought she found it fascinating, but on the other topics he told her about. It shocked her when he told her that Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol were both highly qualified doctors at a major medical facility in Belgium. Just like another other guests, they got their sexual pleasures here at The Spa and in return they volunteered their services. What surprised Allison even more was that the two of them set up a free medical clinic in the little Mexican town that was about a half hour drive from The Spa. Once a week they would render their services free of charge to the under privilege people of the community. Not only did they gladly provided their services but a few of the other guests did the same. Master Tim for example always brought used baseball equipment with him whenever he had the opportunity to spend a session at the spa. The used equipment was a God send to the poor children of the community. These were only three of the different people that Bryan knew of that contribute something to the small town. In return for the generosity of The Spa, the local population which consisted mostly of a farming nature, would supply The Spa with the choicest vegetables that they grew. This was their only way of showing their appreciation.

Rousing herself, Allison went inside and started to prepare a bath and get ready for her master. When she emerged a short time later from her room all cleaned and with her makeup applied, she was surprised that Bryan had also awaken and had readied himself for the evening. For the next little while the two of them watched television, but both of them were lost in their own little world.

Allison never felt so sexually aware of her femininity ever since she arrived here. Ever since she had become a willing slave, she was always in a constant state of arousal. Sometimes the urge was stronger than at other times, like it was now. She felt the tingling sensation start down in her belly and she knew that the crotch of her panties was beginning to dampen from her arousal. This was from only thinking about what her master had in store for her.

She was jolted out of her day dreaming with the shock of her slave collar going off.

After answering her master's message, which ordered her to come to his place immediately, she wished Bryan a pleasant evening and hurried on her way.

Taking a deep breath, she lightly knocked on Master Steven's door and waited patiently as the seconds dragged by.

"Enter."

Opening the door, she saw that Master Steven was sitting on the couch.

"On your hands and knees and crawl to me." Steven ordered.

This is so humiliating she was thinking as she got on her hands and knees and crawled to where Steven was. She had a good idea what Steven was going to do to her and this only added to her state of arousal.

"You do know that I'll have to discipline you. Don't you?" Steven asked as he looked at Allison who was still on her hands and knees at his feet.

"Yes Master." Allison replied.

"Refresh my memory and tell me why?" Steven ordered as he lightly patted Allison on her head.

"Because I did not ask your permission to have an orgasm last night." Allison replied as she felt herself blush.

"Over my knee." Steven ordered.

At first she felt awkward as she draped herself over her master's knees. However, once she reached out and balanced herself with her hands touching the floor she knew she would not fall over his lap. She did feel ridiculous as she waited for the spanking as if she was a naughty child, but at the same time she was looking forward to it.

For the longest time Master Steven did nothing but lightly rub her bottom after he had hiked up her dress and rolled her panties down her thighs so that they laid wrapped around her ankles.

The first swat landed on the left cheek of her bottom followed rapidly with one on the right cheek. Before she could even cry out, Master Steven had laid quite a few swats on her behind.

"I think it only appropriate that you apologize to me for disobeying my command." Steven said as he held his slave around the waist in case she had thoughts of slipping off his lap.

"I'm sorry Master. I'll obey you, but please stop spanking me." Allison begged only after Steven had administered another dozen strokes to her bottom.

Getting spanked with the palm of a strong hand was different from a paddle. It felt kind of nice in a kinky way. That was why she took her time apologizing to her master. She was hopping that he would continue to spank her for not answering him right away.

Steven knew her little game. He had seen it from many slaves, both male and female. Allison was beginning to appreciate being a slave as he administered another dozen swats. This time he did not hold back being gentle. When he allowed Allison to stand, the first thing she did after apologizing to him and thanking him for the spanking was to rub her well-spanked bottom with her hands.

"Go to the bathroom and freshen up! You look a mess." Steven ordered while Allison bent over and pulled up her panties.

She had never in her life thought that a spanking like the one she just received would get her so utterly aroused. She could hardly believe that she was so turned on.

"I think you might need another spanking for being so slow." Steven said as he watched Allison freshen her makeup.

"Oh no Master. Please . . . I'm finished." Allison replied. Maybe later she might be a bad girl and need another spanking. However, right now she did not think her sore bottom could handle it.

Upon entering the restaurant, Steven spotted Mistress Ingrid and her Slave Jason sitting at a table in the far corner of the dinning room. Allison gingerly eased herself down on the chair that was opposite Jason.

"Your slave looks as if she has a problem sitting?" Ingrid asked after Allison had seated herself.

"Just a little discipline problem. You know how you have to keep these slaves in line." Steven replied as he looked over the menu.

"Do you mind if I look at your handy work?" Ingrid asked.

"Slave. Do as Mistress Ingrid requested." Steven said to Allison.

"Right here! Master?" Allison replied. She knew the answer before she even asked but she was hoping that Mistress Ingrid would examine her spanked bottom in private.

"Do I have to take you over my knee for another spanking?" Steven said in a stern voice.

She would die from embarrassment if Steven spanked her here at the restaurant especially with the patrons looking on.

Standing up, she turned her back to Mistress Ingrid and lifted up her dress and pulled her underpants part way down her thighs. The only reprieve from her embarrassing situation was that Mistress Ingrid's back was to the widow so that to her relief no other guest could look at her as Mistress Ingrid inspected her.

While she was bent over and as Mistress Ingrid ran her hands over her bottom, the waiter came to take their food order. Allison had only been a slave for a short while but already, she knew that she was to stay in this pose until her master told her differently. She did not know if her face could have turned any redder from embarrassment when she looked up at the waiter just as he finished taking their order. As usual Steven ordered for all of them. She raised her head and watched as the waiter smiled and winked at her.

Steven and Ingrid carried on a leisurely conversation over their dinner as if their slaves were not even present. As usual the meal was exquisite and the wine was an excellent choice that Steven selected from the well-stocked wine cellar.

"May I ask the use of your slave while I use the ladies room?" Ingrid asked while sipping on her after dinner cocktail.

Allison knew what Mistress Ingrid required of her as she followed her into the spacious cubicle of the ladies washroom.

"Kneel." Ingrid ordered Allison as she pulled down her slacks and sat on the toilet.

On the right-hand side of the toilet was a mat that Allison knelt on with her head lowered. She knew what she was required to do when her mistress finished relieving herself. A thought came to her as she was kneeling and that was that she hoped Mistress Ingrid only had to pee. Within a few seconds Allison could tell by the smell that Mistress Ingrid was doing more than peeing.

"Okay, I'm finished. Wipe me." Ingrid ordered as she leaned forward.

"Yes Mistress." Alison answered and grabbed a handful of toilet paper. Leaning forward she lightly wiped Ingrid's bottom before grabbing more paper.

"I hope I do not have to remind you that if I find that you did not do a satisfactory job cleaning me that I'll will definitely mention it to Master Steven?" Ingrid said.

Upon returning to the table Mistress Ingrid asked if Steven wanted to return to her bungalow. Allison felt relieved when he'd reclined her offer but promised that he would drop by later in the evening.

Giving Ingrid a kiss on the lips, Ingrid and Steven departed company with the promise of he dropping around to her place later that evening.

"Come along. You're going to work that meal off." Ingrid said to Slave Jason as she fastened his leash to his collar and walked out of the restaurant.

Steven and she walked over to the stage where they had auctioned her and her fellow slaves off. On the short walk over to the theater, Steven explained to her that tonight some of the permanent slaves were putting on a play. The seats were arranged in two's and four's with a small coffee table between them so that a person could set their drinks down. While Steven and she were waiting for the show to start, he ordered drinks for the two of them. What pleased her more was that the chairs were well padded. Her bottom was still tingling from the spanking she received earlier. Steven was more in a talkative mood than he was the other two nights. The conversation was less rigid as the two of them were getting to know each other a little better.

She was surprised with the quality of the play. She thought it would be amateurish but it was quite professional. The play was only a four-person play with Slave Rachael playing the lead female part. She saw professional plays that were not as good as this. The play lasted just over an hour with a short intermission so that the guests and slaves could take a brake.

On the way to Mistress Ingrid's bungalow the two of them commented on the play they just saw and had a few laughs about some of the comical parts.

"It's nice to relax and not to think about sex for a bit. Don't you agree?" Steven asked as he lightly knocked on Ingrid's door.

"Yes Master it does give a person a break." Allison replied as Jason opened the door.

This was a different looking Jason than they saw a short while ago. Jason had on a female slave's dress and panties plus make-up applied to his face. Actually he did not look too bad in drag.

Mistress Ingrid was reclining on the couch with her legs crossed and was in the nude. She was a big-boned woman in her early thirties and if Allison had to guess, stood over six feet tall. What she observed so far at the resort, nobody was ashamed of their nudity.

"I think my slave gets a kick in being dressed up. Don't you?" Ingrid asked Jason while he stood with his eyes lowered.

"Yes Mistress."

"Get Master Steven a drink. Do I have to tell you to do everything?" Ingrid said in frustration.

"Yes Mistress."

"I think I'll send him to the dungeon. Maybe they can make him move a little quicker."

"Please Mistress Ingrid." Jason sobbed as he delivered Steven his drink.

"Get over here. Down on your hands and knees." Ingrid ordered.

Allison watched as Mistress Ingrid stepped into a strap- on dildo. By the looks of it, it had to be about eight or nine inches long.

"Well are you going to lick it, or do you what me to dry hump you." Ingrid said as she adjusted the straps on the dildo.

Allison watched what was unfolding between Mistress Ingrid and her slave as she sat on the floor and Master Steven sat in the chair. After Jason had licked the artificial penis to Mistress Ingrid's satisfaction, she walked around to his back and lifted up his short dress. It was only then that she realized what Mistress Ingrid was going to do. She watched as Ingrid yanked down Jason's panties and slowly enter the dido up his back door. Stealing her eyes away from Mistress Ingrid, she looked up at her Master who was watching the scene unfolding in front of him with the same intensity as she was. When a slap on Jason's bottom and a scolding from his Mistress about whimpering like a little school girl broke her concentration, she looked at Jason's face. Beads of sweat were running down his face and the look was far from pain but of pleasure.

"Enough." Mistress Ingrid exclaimed as she disengaged herself from Jason and pulled off her male equipment and laid on the floor with her legs spread wide.

"Fuck me."

"Yes Mistress." Jason replied while he fumbled undoing the straps that would free his penis. With his penis becoming free of it's restraint, Jason ran his hand along the length of it before turning to his Mistress.

"You better last longer than you did earlier. I swear if you do not satisfy me properly, I will send you to the dungeon." Ingrid warned her slave as he crawled between her legs.

Allison was so wrapped up in watching the two of them having sex that she was startled when her Master tapped her on the shoulder. Getting out of his chair, Steven helped his slave to her feet and quietly left Mistress Ingrid and Jason to their love making.

"Do you care for a drink Master?" Allison asked after the two of them had been sitting out on the patio for a while.

"Yes. A Scotch on the rocks."

While Allison was mixing the drink, Steven called from the patio and told her she could have a drink also if she cared to.

Returning to the patio, she handed Steven his drink and waited until he gave her permission to sit.

"What are you drinking?" Steven asked after Allison had kicked off her sandals and curled her feet so that she was sitting on them.

"Napoleon Brandy on ice, Master." She replied.

"Strange drink for a woman."

"It is my husbands favorite refreshment." Allison commented as she took a sip and let it trickle down her throat. Closing her eyes, she let herself relax and take in the night sounds of the tropics.

"Does he partake in the same pleasures as you?"

"In away. He is the dominant one." Allison replied.

"He is a lucky man."

"How about you Master?" Allison asked.

"No, my wife would faint if she knew that I patronized a place like this. Her tastes are more to the French Rivera." Steven responded as he finished off his drink and set the empty glass on the table.

The two of them sat in silence for a while longer until Steven mentioned that they should retire for the evening.

After Allison had removed her dress and was about to slip out of her underwear, Steven told her he wanted her to sleep in them for the night. While Steven held her close as they lay in bed, she had two thoughts that ran through her mind. One, Steven had a reason for her to sleep in her panties and the second thought was that she hoped that Richard was enjoying himself as much as she was.

 

Richard and Thalia joined Gordon and Diana at the sea food restaurant about seven o'clock that evening. The conversation was light between the two men while the slaves ate in silence. Thalia's bottom was still smarting from her earlier spanking and Diana's bottom was stinging from the spanking that Master Gordon gave her when he came back from breakfast.

Slave Diana was glad when Master Gordon came back from breakfast and informed her that his golf game had been canceled. She had to go to the washroom, however before he had a chance to free her from her shackles, there was a knock on the door and two Spanish cleaning ladies entered. She never felt so humiliated as the two women looked at her in such a vulnerable position. What made the situation even worse for her was when Master Gordon took off his belt and gave a demonstration on how to spank a slave. As Master Gordon whipped her, the two women talked in their native tongue and sipped on a coffee he had made for them. She never thought she had it in her, but as the belt landed on her already sore bottom and the two woman laughed at her, she rubbed herself on the carpet and had one of her best orgasms so far since she arrived at The Spa . Master Gordon left her laying on the floor as he read the morning newspaper and the cleaning ladies cleaned around her with the odd snide remark. She could have died of embarrassment that the cleaning ladies were making fun of her if it was not for the fact that she enjoyed the humiliation. Afterwards Master Gordon allowed her to have a shower and something to eat before sending her to the later of the two exercise classes, after which she could go back to her quarters to get some needful sleep.

"I was talking to Mistress Nicole. She is the mistress from Australia. She is having an orgy to night, just five or six couples. How about joining us?" Gordon asked while the two men were relaxing over a drink.

"If you would have asked me two days ago, I would have jumped at the idea. Believe it or not, I am going to relax in front of the television. Maybe watch a good movie." Richard replied.

"I do not blame you one bit. If Mistress Nicole was not an old friend, my slave and I would be doing the same thing." Gordon said as he finished his drink.

"Our game still on for tomorrow morning?"

"Sure thing. Meet you on the course at nine." Gordon replied.

"Come Allison!" Richard said to Thalia. He did not catch the slip that he made in the name.

 

 

"Master. Who is Allison?" Thalia asked as she was snuggling close to Richard while the two sat on the couch watching a movie.

"Who wants to know?"

"You called me that name when we left the restaurant." Thalia replied.

"I do not think it is any of your business." Richard answered as he playfully grabbed her and turned her over his knees and lightly gave her bottom two or three swats.

As the credits were rolling at the end of the movie, Richard glanced down at his slave as she tried to stifle another yawn. Partway through the movie she had laid her head on his lap and fought to stay awake.

"I do not know about you but I am tired." Richard said as he flicked the off television.

"What can I do to please you Master before you go to bed?" Thalia asked as she unfolded herself from Richard. She hoped that Richard was not angry with her for not being a more dutiful slave tonight. However, she was tired. That did not mean that she would not gladly perform anything her Master wanted her to do.

"Nothing tonight."

"Is my Master angry at me?" Thalia asked. She was hoping that he would tell her to come to bed with him.

"No. I am not angry at you. Come let us go to bed." Richard said as he leaned down and gave her a kiss.