Treasure Island

Part five

That's more or less how I spent my time on Treasure Island. Not quite what I'd expected. Less slave whopping, but more fun. Not that I didn't whip them, but mostly as a punishment, sometimes just at my whim or in bed, though, or if they actually asked for it and, hard as it is to believe, that happened. Well, I knew about the two lovers, how they liked warming up with a cane before fucking and as they couldn't do anything now without my permission, they had to ask. I allowed them to fuck whenever they slept together in the second bedroom, but reserved the warming up to myself. And, boy, was it fun when the two horny guys came up to me at bedtime, hand in hand, asking for a caning and then knelt side by side on their bed, brown arses high. It felt good to stand there, making them squirm in anticipation, tapping their globes lightly and then suddenly bring down the cane, hard.

Of course it wasn't every day and neither were they allowed to sleep together every night. I did take Lua to bed, eating out her pussy was so delicious, and Luan didn't avoid the same fate. I'm not gay, not even bisexual, really, but did enjoy fucking this towering hunk. Perhaps it was the rush of power I enjoyed most, yet using his narrow hole gave me fantastic orgasms. He didn't like it one little bit, though, so I don't think I fucked him more than about a thirty times and he took it well. What he really hated was when I ordered one of the girls to use the double dildo on him. That was fun, especially when he was tied up on the bed, legs up beside his ears and the petite girl crawled on him. He looked so angry and miserable. It wasn't much better when I told his girlfriend to fuck him and gave him a good hiding first, but I guess he got a kick out of it anyway, because she made him spurt.

The wildest thing we did was when I about half a dozen times had all three of them trussed up kneeling on the edge of the bed, side by side, or rather arse by arse, and I, after a good warming up with the cane, went from hole to hole, sampling their charms. Yeah! Mostly I used Marianne. She slept in my bed five nights out of seven. I did treat her roughly at times, tied her up and hammered her with all my strength, caned her, not least her dainty little feet, just like that first night on the ship, but most often we didn't fuck, we made love, passionately, she was a firebrand in bed, but tenderly and to our mutual satisfaction. Love, yeah, that's what I was falling in and it was scaring the shit out of me. There was no future in it. I didn't really know what she felt, but how could a girl I'd kept as a slave, perhaps not entirely against her will, she had after all only herself to blame, but anyway a girl I'd humiliated, hurt, abused, raped, ever feel anything but hate and contempt for me?

We did play during the day, but most of the time was spent relaxing, enjoying the sun, swimming, reading, watching TV, surfing the net. And that wasn't just for me, the master. When not working or serving me, they could do as they liked and I think they enjoyed our meals just as much as I did.

Play, that was mostly pure bondage. My teachers, the rope experts, really got me hooked on it and I learned a lot from them. I told you at the beginning of this story that I am a sadist and I guess that I proved it to my slaves the first few days, but you know, torturing people isn't fun. Not my kind of fun. I thought it was, dreamt about making a girl scream her head off while I striped her helpless body. OK, it is fun to make them scream a bit, makes the fucking damn hot, but just hitting someone, that's boring. No, real bdsm-fun, that's to tie someone up. Slowly, meticulously, intricately spinning them into a web of rope, forcing their bodies into impossible positions. Listen to their moaning, watch them straining against the bonds, feel how they grow hot and sweaty.

Oh, yes, the girls did spend quite some time in a rope harness. One of my favourites was fairly simple, just a web decorating their torsos, not tight enough to hurt or restrict their movement, but it did make them present their delicate mounds up and out in a most alluring way. The most interesting feature was the crotch rope. I grew quite adept in placing it just right and tying a knot precisely on their clits. Boy, was it fun watching them prancing around in a constant state of arousal. Just imagine one of them on her knees, washing the floor and then suddenly go rigid, closing her eyes and shuddering through a little orgasm. Beautiful! And that trick with having a trussed up girl dangling over you, raised and lowered by a slave, that's one of the best ways of fucking I know of, if you want it kinky, that is.

We did some tougher stuff too. The gear in the backyard offered great opportunities for tying up slaves and suspending them in interesting positions. Vertical, horizontal, two and two together, from their wrists, ankles, with sticks under their armpits, behind their knees, under their stomachs. Yep, and the things you could do to them when hanging like that. Ever tried suspending two girls back to back, a stick behind their knees and lashed tightly together? If not, do try. You sit down on a chair, have their suspension adjusted so their mouths are lined up with your cock and then tell them to go to town. First one hot mouth and then you spin them around to feel another, spin again and so forth. It's quite painful to hang like that, so they'll be gasping and moaning a lot. Just imagine how that feels. Soft lips sucking, an adept tongue caressing your boner and hot breath blowing around you.

Of course you can do other interesting things to slaves when they're hanging in the ropes. Like whipping and caning or fucking them. A balltied girl suspended horizontally, whether it's face up or down, has a fantastic tight pussy, not to mention her other hole, and not least right after a good caning of her arse or feet, or his for that matter. I did it with Luan as well. If you make another slave kneel below and lick away on the hole you're not using it's even hotter. Or cock. One of the best sessions of that kind was with my slaveboy suspended face down, with a thoroughly striped arse and his cock in his girlfriend's mouth. He was tougher than the girls, but I did get some grunts out of him when caning his broad feet before finally entering him. He most certainly didn't like that, but we still came together.

We did play a bit with the other gear out back. I was kind enough to allow the girls catching a good tan, stretched well and good between the pegs, with vibrating dildos in their nether orifices. After a couple of hours of almost continuous orgasms, they did appear a bit worn out. If he'd been good, Luan replaced one of the dildos. The stocks were a bit boring. Once you've whipped or caned an arse a couple of times before fucking it, it's no fun anymore, at least not for me. But riding the sawhorse is another matter. I couldn't get tired of seeing the girls straddling the triangular top beam, either straining to remain on their toes or to sit absolutely still when I'd chained their ankles up behind them. Placing the two of them face to face and tie their tits together was great fun too. I even tried putting up Luan and make Lua straddle him, with his cock buried in her hole.

Well, I shan't bore you with further details about our little games. Just another one, which I liked very much because I didn't cause the slaves any harm. They did it to themselves. It's fairly simple. You place a girl on the bed, spread her arms and tie them to the headboard, make another girl squat over her face, hands cuffed behind her of course, tie strings to her nipple rings, or you can use alligator clamps, raise the legs of the girl below her to vertical and tie the strings to her big toes, then make her eat out the girl on top. I assure you, however hard they try staying still, they can't. The girl who's being eaten will wriggle and the other girl can't help but kick her legs when she too gets heated up. Great show, and you can of course do it with a boy as well.

Apart from my lessons of Japanese bondage, I didn't mingle much with my fellow guests, just paid a couple of visits to the lad and his father, and when a new batch arrived after the first month I did little to get to know them. A couple of times I went to one of the weekly beach parties. They were held after dark, when a long table was set up on the border of the lagoon. A row of balltied slaves and slavegirls provided a romantic illumination, arranged as they were along the middle of the table, arses high and long candles stuck into their holes. The food was good, though nothing compared to the standards I'd become used to at my cabin, and spiced by another group of slaves, who were on their knees under the table, ready to serve as sperm deposits or urinals whenever a guest felt the need. Dinner entertainment consisted of a rather boring live show of tied up or chained slaves fucking and sucking each other in the most impossible positions imaginable, sometimes egged on with a cane or a whip.

Those three months truly were a treasure and I would have absolutely no trouble staying in this lifestyle. Waited hand and foot by submissive slaves, who always were available whether I wanted company, a bedmate or a plaything, what more could a man desire? I'd already made up my mind to stay on for a full year, I had nothing better to do and no trouble finding the money to pay for it, when new developments compelled me to leave, at least for a time. That left me in a dilemma. Should I just leave and come back, when I'd fixed the problems, but what about my slaves, then? I couldn't be sure to get them back, they might very well have been claimed by other guests, and what did I feel about that anyway? Could I face leaving them to the mercy, or lack thereof, of others? I'd seen how worn out many of the other slaves looked already, after having served less than a fourth of their time. Not necessarily because my fellow guests treated them worse than I did my slaves, though some of them could be rather rough, but because they were much more demanding. If you were staying for only one month, you'd try to get as much fun as at all possible out of that and didn't have time to get bored. Could I face coming back to find my lovely girls and sturdy boy looking like zombies, as some of their fellows did? Of course I couldn't, so I sought out the island master to find a suitable arrangement. He drove a hard bargain, had no reason not to, they met no trouble selling all the holiday packages on offer, so in the end I paid for 27 months. Yes, that's right. One month's stay carried the right to keep one exclusive slave, so to have three I had to pay for three holidays every month of the nine remaining of that year. They gave me a reduction, because I'd need only one cabin and one return ticket, but it did cost me a hefty sum. Well, so be it, I could afford that.

To make quite sure that my slaves were left in peace during my absence, I even bribed the commander of the guards to move the observation post they had on the hillside above my cabin to its garden, to keep away any guest who might be tempted to try forcing himself upon masterless slaves.

I didn't tell them about this until lunchtime on the day before the ship was due to arrive. They were shocked and the girls broke down crying, even Luan had tears in his eyes. Whether that was because they were genuinely sorry to see me leaving or out of relief and gratitude to be spared abuse from new masters I didn't know. After lunch the girls packed my clothes. We spent a quiet evening together and I told them that they were free to do as they liked in my absence, make use of all the facilities, including telephone and internet, but advised them to stay close to the cabin and only go down to the lagoon in early morning when few, if any, guests would be around. I slept with my French slave that night, made quiet love and held her trembling body in my arms until she fell asleep. Next morning after breakfast I made use of all three of them, striped their arses thoroughly, fucked the girl's pussies and then took them in the arse, one after the other, forcing them to suck my cock clean of their own shit after each bout. I managed not to come until Marianne had me in her mouth as the last. Something to remember me by. Then it was time for the last lunch and my departure. Luan hauled me down in the rickshaw, but I told the weeping girls to stay behind, promising to come back soon, or perhaps threatening, rather.

I didn't. I couldn't go back there to play with them again. They'd given me three glorious months, they deserved their freedom, and I didn't want to part with them for the second time, leaving only bad memories behind. It was a hard decision to make, but I felt happy about it and sad. I missed them, especially one of them.

Ah, well, there would be others. The whole wide world and all of its opportunities lay open to me, thousand of girls would be more than willing to throw themselves into my arms, even if they had to accept some pain into the bargain. You see, the reason why I had to leave the island was that I'd struck gold. Literally. I'd won three of the world's biggest national lotteries. I was now a millionaire in the three number range, the upper end of it. I could buy anything I desired, including slavegirls.

And now you expect me to tell either that I lost my head and went wild or how disappointing the whole thing was, leaving me with nothing but a deep depression. Neither, but somewhere in between. It took me some time to collect and invest the money, I had to go to three different countries and I prefer to make my own decisions. After that I spent the next couple of years roaming all over the world, stopping here and there for longer stays.

During the first nine months I kept track of my slaves. Not directly, but through the guard commander, who assured me that they were safe and sound. When their time as slaves was drawing to an end, I wanted to give them a new start in life, so, using the commander as an intermediary, they were handed $50.000 each, right when they were about to leave the ship. I hoped to meet them again, not as slaves but on equal footing, but in spite of offering a substantial sum of money, I couldn't wrangle any information about them out of the company. It was a very firm, and basically sound, rule never to disclose anything about neither clients, nor slaves. I didn't know who they were and they didn't know anything about me, not even my first name. Sensible, but frustrating, and, yeah, I did go to Tahiti to see if I could find Lua and Luan, after all it's a pretty small place, but to no avail.

So I had to make do with what I picked up during my travels and I can't really complain. When you're going around in private jets and chauffeured limousines, staying in luxury suites, eating at the best restaurants, well, you don't have to go hunting for female company, it comes to you. I'm not talking about whores, although there were no lack of offers, but pretty young girls who're willing to invest what they have to pick up a filthy rich guy like me. I went through quite a few, they were easy to find. A couple of stewardesses I met on the long flights, a tourist guide I hired, some receptionists and waitresses, and a number of girls I seemed to be running across in hotel bars, on the beach, at museums. Seemed to be, yeah, I don't know for sure, but I suspect there is some sort of conspiracy against guys like me. People at travel agencies, car rentals, hotels, spot us and send word to the hunting girls. So it was a reversed version of the usual boy-meets-girl thing. Not that I minded. It was easier and much more amusing to be the prey, not the predator, and I must admit that the girls showed a lot more imagination and wit when choosing their opening remarks than most guys, including myself.

Apart from that it was the same good old game. We met, I gave her a quick look-over. If I liked what I saw, I bought her a drink or a cup of coffee, depending on where we were, chatted for a while and if she was bright and witty, I offered her a dinner date to test if she was more than just a dumb bimbo. A quick fuck is fine, but I wanted more than just a one night stand and spending time out of bed with a brainless chatterbox is not my idea of fun. The first few times I did the usual, took them to a restaurant and, if not bored, suggested a drink in my suite to round off the evening. However, the girls were so blatantly eager to show me what they had to offer that I changed the date to dinner in my suite. I wasn't turned down even once, but some of the girls were. It was quite funny to see their jaws drop when I after the coffee thanked them for a nice evening and called for my car to take them home.

If I decided to let them stay, they had to pass a new test, seducing me with style. I mean, I was the prey, wasn't I? That's when it sometimes turned hilarious. I don't know about you guys, but I don't like fakes. So we went through the kissing and cuddling routines to reach the grand unveiling. By that time the clever girls had got my number and knew that I expected them to do all the work, so we had a little striptease. And then, when she'd got rid of the dress, shoes, hose and the fourth veil was falling, out pops a set of tits, magnificent, but clearly not her own. Imagine her face when I yawned and told her that I'd got a headache all of a sudden and thank you for a nice evening.

Ah, well, it didn't happen more than about a dozen times, so mostly we ended up where the girl had been heading all the time and where she'd have to pass the last test. Not by demonstrating her fucking skills, those girls knew what they were doing, but by not panicking when she found her wrists caught in a firm grip above her head, while I hammered her tunnel, and later was turned roughly on her knees, arms trapped behind her back, while I wormed my way into her back passage. Most of them squealed in surprise and struggled a bit, but soon got the message and just smiled seductively when we, after a post-coital drink, were getting ready for the next round and I fetched some silk scarves to tie her spreadeagle or legs up. Some of them actually liked it, some didn't, but a girl will do a lot to catch a multimillionaire. If they still didn't panic when they at the next dinner-date found a pair of handcuffs beside their plate, we went on from there. If they did, we had another nice evening and then parted amiably after raiding the best clothes store in town and perhaps a visit to a jewellery shop too, if she'd been a really good fuck.

Most of my affairs were short lived, but a few lasted a couple of weeks if I could spice them with ropes and chains, and perhaps a spanking or two. Dirty cheat, you think, taking advantage of the girls like that. Perhaps I was, but my looking for a steady companion was genuine enough, I just didn't find what I wanted. It came close a couple of times, though. The first was a lively little Chinese receptionist from my hotel in Singapore. Not only did she take the bondage games in her stride, she turned out to be an expert and refined my techniques greatly. We stayed together for almost three months, travelling all over Asia and had a great time, both of us, but in the end realised that the cultural gap between us was too great. We returned to Singapore, where I bought her a comfortable flat and a car, spent a week there with her in strict bondage and left a nice little nest egg to see her through the university education, she'd been saving up to for years.

The next was a cocoa brown Brazilian girl who picked me up at the Copacabana beach, of all places. She was magnificent, about my height, with a well-muscled athletic body, and sat down at my table without as much as a by-your-leave. I looked briefly at her, not least at her voluminous breasts, scarcely covered by a string bikini top, and bluntly told her that I wasn't interested in hookers, especially not hookers with fake tits. "I'm no hooker and they're not fakes". A pleasantly deep voice. "I'm willing to believe the first part if you find another table". She pouted, but rose and I turned away, but was suddenly confronted by the part of her anatomy we'd just discussed, now without covering. "They're not fakes, feel for yourself". I couldn't resist giving the left a squeeze. It was firm and warm, and definitely without implants. "OK, sorry. I owe you a cup of coffee, I guess". "How about lunch?", she countered, hauling up the two diminutive triangles, "There's a very nice restaurant over there". Laughing at her brazenness I got up to follow her.

She ate like a horse, daintily enough, but as if she'd had nothing to eat for days. When I commented on it, she confirmed that her last real meal was breakfast on the previous day. "My boyfriend threw me out and kept my money, and I don't get paid until next week". She worked at a clothes store and had spent the night there, but it was closed on Sunday. Once her hunger was satisfied, she turned out to be lively and witty, easy to talk to, so I invited her for dinner. "In my suite". She hesitated, looking speculatively at me. "OK, thanks". We spent a very pleasant afternoon at the beach before leaving for my hotel. She had only a wrap-around skirt, a thin t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops, and explained that her boyfriend had kept all her things, claiming that he'd paid for them. It wasn't true, but he was some kind of thug so she didn't dare protest. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the stretch limousine I'd hired, and even more when we reached the most expensive hotel in town. Apparently she hadn't singled me out because she knew I was rich.

A 'WOW' escaped her, when I showed her into the sumptuously furnished three room suite and another when she saw the bathroom. She spent a long time in there. When she returned, smelling of fine soap, it was clear that she was naked underneath her sparse clothing. I enjoyed her company at dinner just as much as at lunch and it was late when we finished coffee. "You're welcome to spend the night here". I rose to go to the bathroom, dropping a pair of handcuffs in her lap. I'd already decided to book her into another room, if she didn't like my idea of fun, but when I came back, she'd not only moved to the bedroom, but was on her knees on the bed, naked and with her hands cuffed to the headboard. Beside her was a heavy black leather belt I'd left on a chair. I picked it up. "Does this mean what I think?" She nodded and whispered, "Hard!" I didn't have to be told twice before doubling up the belt and slamming it across her brown globes. She sighed and wriggled them, and I painted another broad stripe. After the third she moaned, "Harder and don't stop". Happily obliging the lady I gave her thirty lashes. She hardly stirred during the punishment, but was breathing heavily. "My arsehole, hard!", she gasped, and I dropped my trousers, wrenched her burning globes apart and slammed into her, all the way in one stroke. That forced a single muffled cry from her, but after that she just moaned, breathing faster and faster while I hammered her relentlessly until my hot seed spurted into her bowels. That sent her over the edge as well and she collapsed on the bed. My cock slipped out and I sank down beside her, still with my trousers bundled around my ankles. "Whew, that was really something!" "Oh, my God!", she moaned, "Thank you, thank you".

I unlocked her cuffs and helped her up. "I think we need the bathroom, both of us". "Not yet, please". She dropped to floor in front of me and swallowed my member, slimy with sperm and her own shit. 'Holy cow!', I thought, 'Some girl you've found there'. Her tongue cleaned me and then worked wonders to make me hard again. When she was sure that I was ready, she let go and then worked feverishly to get me undressed. "Please!" She turned her back to me, offering her wrists to be cuffed again. "Please whip my breasts". She sat down on the bed, leaning back on her cuffed hands and thrusting out the magnificent globes. "They won't explode". I looked searchingly at her. "Do you really mean that, it'll hurt like hell?" "I need to be hurt. Please hit me hard and then take my other hole". "How about this, then". I fetched a riding crop. "Ooh, wonderful. Please!" She pleaded with her eyes and I swung down to hit precisely across her nipples. Not even that made her cry out, but she was shivering and breathing heavily while I swung again and again until every square inch was striped at least twice. I dropped the crop, grabbed her ankles and heaved her on her back, spreading her legs wide and burying myself in a slopping wet tunnel. Having come once already, I lasted much longer this time and, judging from the muffled sounds she made, drove her over the edge at least three times before I spurted.

This time I was allowed to help her to the bathroom, but not until she once again had sucked my soiled cock clean. We washed each other in the shower and returned naked to the bedroom, where I opened a bottle of champagne. When I turned to offer her a glass, she'd cuffed her left ankle to one of the bedposts. "Planning to stay, are you?" I grinned and got a grave look back. "Please". She took the glass and we toasted each other. "Why on earth did that moron give you up?" "He was treating me like a slave and I don't want that. I like pain, I like to be fucked hard, but I want my lover to treat me with respect. He couldn't or wouldn't understand that and we had a lot of fights, so at last he threw me out". "Would you like to stay with me, at least for a while?" "Very much".

A fulfilled dream, but it didn't last. We roamed the continent for two months, I gave her a life of utter luxury and she paid me back with her body. Her heavily striped body, whipped and spanked every night, tormented in heavy bondage, and fucked to exhaustion. She loved it and so did I, for a time, but her demands for harder and still harder torture eventually went past my limits. So once again I parted with a girlfriend, amiably, but sadly, left her well provided for and set sail for Europe.

Over there I changed tack, bought a modest car, ah well, it was a white Bentley convertible, and began a slow trek from the British Isles, through Scandinavia, the Baltic countries, Poland and Eastern Europe to Greece, sailed to Italy and went up to Germany and The Netherlands to finish with France and the Iberian peninsula. Driving around like that, on short stays mostly, didn't leave much room for adventures with willing girls and, frankly, I didn't mind. Not that I was turning celibate, but my love life had been rather hectic lately.

There was one memorable episode, though, the third I want to tell you about. I'd rented a holiday cottage by one of the fantastic beaches on the Danish North Sea coast. It was a fairly isolated spot and I'd seen very few people during the first couple of days there, so it came as a surprise when someone came knocking on the door late one evening. The surprise was multiplied when I opened it to find two young girls, a blonde and a brunette, on my doorstep, and not just young and pretty, but stark naked. My first thought was that it had to be some sort of hoax, their boyfriends hiding somewhere nearby, ready to pound on me, and I was hastily closing the door, when the blonde said something in a strange language, looking pleadingly at me while the other girl turned around to show that her hands were trapped in steel cuffs behind her back. I took a closer look and saw that her ankles were shackled as well. The blonde said something again, blushing deeply and rattling her own chains. "I'm sorry, but I don't speak Danish". The girls seemed relieved that I was a foreigner and quickly explained that they were camped in the dunes nearby and that they often fooled around with cuffs and chains. "Just for fun, of course", the brunette added hastily. "Of course". I smiled to them. This time they'd tried skinny dipping in the sea all chained up, but had somehow lost the key and spent hours looking for it before finally deciding to seek help.

"Rather daring". I eyed them speculatively. "You're pretty helpless, aren't you? Ain't got much of a chance if a guy decided to have his evil way with you". The blonde smiled shyly. "We know, but what else could we do. Will you please phone the police? They must have keys to this sort of thing". "I can offer something better. Please come in". I stepped aside, smiling my most disarming smile, and the naked chicks reluctantly entered the spacious lounge. "Just a minute". I left for the bedroom to find the keys for my own collection of cuffs, grabbing a couple of blankets on the way. "Won't take a minute". I gestured to the blonde to turn her back and tried the keys. The third did the job and her wrists were free. She was rubbing them and shaking her shoulders, undoubtedly aching after hours of bondage, while I freed her friend as well. "Cover yourselves and sit down". I handed them the blankets and knelt to free their legs as well. "Ohh! Thank you, thank you". "Part of the service. Can I offer you something? Coffee and cognac?" They accepted and asked leave to use the bathroom. When they came back, looking somewhat better, we sat down to chat. I told about my travels, without going into the more sordid details, and learned that they were sisters, trained nurses, and sharing a flat in Copenhagen. I'd of course assumed that they were lesbians, but had to change my mind when they mentioned boyfriends. After half an hour they took their leave, thanking me profusely and promising to bring back the blankets next day.

When they did, now dressed in shorts and t-shirts, I invited them in for a glass of wine, this time on the sunny terrace. We chatted for a while, until they exchanged looks and the blonde turned to me. "Thank you again for saving us, but…", she hesitated, "We've been wondering why you have all those keys". I grinned. "Any guesses?" "You have your own chains". I nodded. "For boys or girls?", the brunette asked frankly. "Girls mostly. I'm fairly straight". They exchanged another look and I went in to open a second bottle. When I'd refilled they glasses, the brunette asked again: "We, eh, we… Would you like to chain us up?" I pretended to think it over. "How about your boyfriends?" "They don't like to". "Really?" I cocked an eyebrow. "I'd think that most boys wouldn't think twice if offered a chance of fucking a helpless girl". "I, eh, well, we've never asked them". "Hmm, and now you ask a complete stranger". They looked at each other again. "OK, we want to try it for real before asking them". "I see, so you're looking for a guinea pig?" The blonde shook no. "A teacher, someone who has some experience". I took a sip of my wine, contemplating the offer. "And someone you'll never meet again. Very well, I'm tempted, but let's get something straight. If I do as you ask, it'll be no game. We'll agree on a certain period of time, but during that, you'll be my slavegirls, obliged to do what I say or suffer the consequences, and I'll of course have free use of all of your charms". "Fuck us, yes of course, but what's that about consequences?" "Naughty slavegirls get punished, and I said 'all' of your charms". "We'll have to suck you off?" I nodded. "And remember that you have two holes down there". The blonde looked shocked. "You'll fuck us in the arse?" "I like that very much". "Oh, well, I don't know". Her sister didn't seem to mind, but asked again about punishments. "A handspanking, probably a strap across your arse as well. Perhaps I'll use a riding crop". That shut them up and I changed the subject. Soon after they left, looking rather worried.

I didn't expect them to come back, but while making coffee the next morning I happened to glance out of the window to see them wheeling their bicycles towards my house, apparently loaded with camping gear. 'Interesting', I thought and hurried to the terrace, out of sight. A short while later, I heard a faint rattling of chains and they rounded the corner, attired as when I first saw them. Looking flushed and squirming under my impassive stare they shuffled up to the table and stood there, looking at the ground and shifting their bare feet. "So what do we have here. Two dedicated slavegirls or two little cockteases?" The brunette looked up. "Slavegirls, but we must talk first". "Talk!" "We have to catch a train at noon the day after tomorrow and we must phone our boyfriends at least twice a day, or they'll worry about us". "Fine with me". She took a deep breath. "You can pu.., punish us, but not leave marks. The boys will strip us naked first thing they see us again". "OK, I hadn't planned using the crop on you anyway, just my hands and a leather strap. You'll turn a delicious red, but only for a couple of hours. Is that all?" They nodded mutely. "Very well, first lesson: Always agree upon limits before you begin. I may fuck you in all three of your holes?" They nodded again, blushing all over their lovely bodies. "I may chain or tie you up painfully?" Another nod. "I may use you as real slavegirls, make you serve me, humiliate you?" This time they hesitated a bit before nodding. "And I may punish you as agreed, but at my whim?" "Yes", they whispered in chorus. "Good. Next lesson: Always agree upon a safeword. We'll use: Enough. I'll stop immediately, no matter what we're doing, if you use that word, but only that. Not if you just scream, cry, say things like: 'Don't!' or 'Stop!' or whatever, only 'Enough!'. Clear?" "Yes". Now they looked up, clearly relieved. "Slavegirls have to be polite, always addressing their master as 'Sir' or 'Master". "Yes, Sir". "So you've earned your first punishment. Come here, girl" I pushed back my chair, patting my thighs and looking sternly at the blonde. She hesitated, looked from me to her sister and back to me again, swallowed hard, but shuffled forward to lower her chained body into position. The other girl stared, a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes.

My hand slid over the perfect globes, bronzed by the sun except for a thin line around the hips and down the crack, left by a diminutive string bikini, then rose to come down with a resounding smack. "Ough!" The girl yelled and kicked her shackled legs. "Keep still, slave, or it'll be worse". I gave her two quick slaps and she cried out again, but managed to stay in position. "That's better". The next seven were slowly and carefully placed to turn both cheeks an equal nice red. It was a gentle spanking according to my standards, but pure torture to a girl, who probably had never been spanked before. When I paused she made to rise, but a hand on her back kept her in position, whimpering softly. The whimpers turned to moans when my hand now spread her legs and travelled down her arsecrack to find the pussy. To my delight, it was wet, very wet. 'So she's enjoying this'. I rubbed the lips gently, parted them, stuck a finger into the opening, just briefly and then went for her clit, flicking it. She screamed and I continued teasing the stiffening nubbin. Her sister was staring, wide-eyed, and rubbing her thighs together. When my victim was babbling incoherently in her own language, humping my fingers, close to her peak, I stuck my thumb into her arsehole. That made her go over the edge, screaming and thrashing wildly.

I held the shivering body until she calmed down and her sobbing subsided. The brunette was gaping and tugging at her handcuffs, clearly frustrated that her pussy was out of reach. At last her sister mumbled something in Danish and I helped her up or rather to her knees beside me. "A slave always thanks her master for a punishment". She raised her tearstained face and whispered: "Thank you, Sir". "You're welcome". I opened my shorts to haul out my aching member. "Now suck me". She gulped, but shuffled forward to engulf the meat. It wasn't the first time she'd swallowed a cock and she did a very decent job, even if she didn't take me all the way down her throat. It's been a while since I last had a girl, so it wasn't long before I shot a heavy load, which she swallowed without any hesitation. "Not bad, not bad at all, girl". "Thank you, Sir". She looked up with a smile. I turned to the brunette, who was eagerly waiting for her turn, positively salivating. "I think I'll let you stew a bit". Her face fell and I grinned evilly. "Wait here".

They own chains weren't very useful for what I had in mind, so I fetched the keys and two sets of my own, shackled the brunette's wrists and ankles with two foot chains and told her to clear the table, wash up, and tidy my bedroom, but make me some fresh coffee first. She sent me a surprised and hurt look, but did as told, and I released the blonde, only to place her on her knees in front of my chair, arse towards me and cuff her again, arms between her legs and right wrist cuffed to left ankle and vice versa. "Aah!" I placed my bare feet on her still glowing arse. "Nothing better that a hot footrest". The rest of her naked body turned a nice red, of shame or was it lust? Her sister was blushing too, when she shuffled out to serve the coffee. 'Not quite what you expected, being slavegirls, was it now?' I grinned to myself and leaned back to contemplate how best to enjoy these unexpected pleasures. My human footstool was quiet for a time, but untrained as she was, hadn't learned to relax when forced into a strained position. Yet she lasted for about half an hour before her breathing became laboured and her body began to tremble. Quite good, really, so I decided to reward her and moved my foot down between her thighs to find the hidden pleasure spot. She jumped in her chains and moaned softly. I dug to open her lips and rubbed the top of my foot against the wet slit, then tickled her clit with my big toe. My other slavegirl came out to ask for further orders just as my footstool for the second time that morning gave voice to her orgasm. I rested my foot back on her arse and told the brunette to clean it, wriggling my toes. She looked bewildered at me. "With your tongue, girl, how else?" An expression of disgust crossed her face and she opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind when her sister hissed something, and knelt to use it on my soiled foot instead.

That was a splendid start of a couple of delightful days. I went easy with the girls, after all they weren't dedicated masochists, just curious and wanting to sniff at the lifestyle, but had my fun anyway. They were kept naked and in chains throughout, unless tied up, had to cook my meals and serve them, although I did allow them at table, and got to know my cock very intimately. We stopped playing at breakfast on the second morning. They actually protested, until I asked if they really wanted to go home with fresh marks on their wrists and ankles and we sat down to eat. "How can we repay you, Sir?" The blonde looked teasingly at me. "You can tell me what you liked best and we can repeat what we did last night, without the ropes that is", I challenged. To my surprise they nodded eagerly. 'Well, well, you've come far already, young ladies', I thought, 'Gonna surprise your boyfriends'. What I suggested was the toughest test I'd put them through. Balltied on the edge of the bed, arses high and lashed together, they'd suffered a solid handspanking, very solid, I'd put on gloves to protect my poor palms. Then I'd worked the soles of their feet over with a belt until their screams all but busted my eardrums, yet they didn't use the safeword. After that I fucked them, long and hard, kept them trussed up for a couple of hours, used their pussies first, one after the other and made them clean me up in their mouths, put clothespins on their nether lips and their toes and sat down to restore myself with a glass of wine. Then it was time for their arses, and for cleaning the other's shit off my cock. They most certainly didn't like that. Finally I retied them in a sixtynine, lay them down on their sides and told them to eat each other out. They protested, vehemently, that they were no lesbians, but the strap across their arses soon persuaded them to go to town.

"To tell what we liked best, that's easy". The blonde looked at her sister, who took up the thread. "Last night". I cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" "Yes, it was the right combination of helplessness, humiliation, pain, and sex. You're a great teacher, Sir". "Thanks, but I dare say those boys of yours are up for a surprise". They grinned hugely. "We'll take it easy with them. Where should we start, Sir?" I thought it over. "Silk scarves. Tease them, act feisty, try preventing them from getting their way, then suggest that they'd better tie you up, perhaps spreadeagle on the bed". The girls nodded their understanding. "Pretend it's just for fun so they won't get scared or turned away. Try that a couple of times until they've got used to it, then change position, legs up. Perfect for spanking, and anal, if that's what you want". The blonde shook her head. "I do, a lot, but my boyfriend would never do it". "Of course he will, any man would. You've got no idea how tight and narrow you are there". I grinned. "Just go easy with them and they'll follow you all the way".

I was sorry so see them leave. It's rare to meet two so charming, cheerful, courageous, and curious girls. Yes, they were great. Not least that last morning, when they knelt there on the bed, side by side, desperately grabbing first their big toes during a painful bastinado, then their ankles while I made their arses turn fiery red before pounding their backdoors. We took a last shower together and they mounted their bicycles to pedal away, wincing at the pain in their tender behinds and soles, scarcely protected by shorts and flip-flops.