BDSM Library - Story: Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters At Law, Chapter: Chapter 6

Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 6

by Lewis Chappelle

Josh laid Ann, both figuratively and literally, on the cool ground of the woods surrounding his cabin property. The twig and leaf strewn earth created additional pain in her harshly whipped ass. But she gave him the fuck of a lifetime since she herself was actually quite energized by the thrashing she had been endured all along the route of their hike in the woods. Josh had made the hike more difficult for Ann by loading her down with a knapsack full of books; her back ached, her feet ached, her calves ached and her thighs and hips ached and now her juices and Josh‘s cum were running thickly down her thighs. She was exhausted when they arrived back at the cabin and collapsed in pain. Her mind raced as she tried to imagine the trials which she would experience the following weekend with her boss, John Black, esq.
The week went by quickly and John never asked about her experiences in the woods with Josh and only on Thursday, at the close of business, did he tell her, rather nonchalantly, to pack well and meet him in his car in the parking garage at 6:30 Friday night. In fact, John didn’t even approach Josh to inquire what had transpired with Ann at the cabin. His lack of communications with her made Ann a nervous wreck all week long; she was on pins a needles in anticipation of her fate.

“There is a bag of goodies behind you seat, Ann, take it with you and put on what you find in there. I’ll be along soon enough,” John said, as they drove up to the cabin, “and I bring the rest of the stuff with me.”

Ann had no idea what she was going to find in the bag but she was ready for anything. She knew the layout of the cabin and literally ran up the wooden steps to the master bed room. After using the toilet and finding herself as wet as she ever was, she opened the bag. She found a pair of 5 inch black high heels, a quarter cup bra, a size smaller than she normally used, a waist cincher perfectly tailored to her, and a very short leather skirt that hardly covered her ass and shaved cunt.

“Looks like I’ll be the designated whore for John this evening,” she thought to herself.

When she looked in the mirror she was thrilled at the way she looked and stood just a bit taller and took on an air of increased confidence. She knew John would be happy too.

“What’s taking you so long bitch? Are you actually making some of your clothes up there, you horny slut. Let’s get your sassy ass down here so I can inspect the merchandise,” John shouted to her.

Her walk down the steps was right out of an erotic film. The first thing John noticed was that Ann seemed perfectly comfortable in the heels as she descended the steps. Then he noticed the wave of motion from her tits. The bra was too small but she had managed to draw the thing up far onto her chest and her tits just bounced in the quarter cup like Jell-O. And her nipples jutted over the top of the bra itself like they were trying to check out what they were missing. But the main attraction to John were her gorgeous legs. With every step, her thigh muscles stretched and tightened and her calves bulged just enough to be strikingly erotic.

“Get over here slut. Bend over and grab you ankles. I’m going to warm you up a bit. Now spread those magnificent legs,” he said to her.

He had secreted a tube of ‘Hot as Ice’ - the spicy variety - so she was not expecting the explosion of sensation that screamed into her ass hole and cunt. She jumped a half a foot off the ground and screamed like she had been shot. It was music to John’s ears.

“Go ahead and scream, slut, make my day,” he said. “Now turn around so I can warm up your nipples too.”

“Oh, no John, not on my nipples, please not there.” her begging was not sufficient to convince John not to spare the little hard nubs from a nice bit of spice.

“Jeeze, John,” she screamed. “That is plain awful. A real ouchie as we used to call it in school. Please don’t hurt them again, please.”

“Well, slut, stand up straight and let’s start our weekend off right. While we are here, I am not your boss, I’m your Master and you are my slave, bought and paid for. You will refer to me this weekend as Master John or Sir. And I will refer to you as slut slave or slave Ann. You will obey my every command and will treat me with the respect due to your Master or you will be punished. Is that clear, Slave Ann?”

“Yes, Master I can abide by those rules given the sentence that was handed down for my unprofessional behavior at the firm. I will do your bidding willingly and obediently, Master,” she said with down cast eyes. Her ass was burning like hell and she was not likely to forget her new found role as slave anytime soon as a result.

“Spread you legs, slave, and with your fingers, separate you cunt lips wide for me and keep that pose until I give you another order.” Ann was mortified. She could not get over the fact that only hours ago she was “little miss efficiency” at a law firm but was now being treated like a slave and a whore. But she did as she was told and furthermore was excited to do so.

John for his part snapped a nipple clip on her right nipple and applied another one on her left nipple. Ann actually hissed in smarting pain. John saw her shoulders bunch together as she tried to alleviate the awful ache.

“The real pain comes when I take the little devils off, slut. Just bear that in mind, little girl,” he whispered softly into her ear. Turn around and masturbate for me; yes right here in front of me so I can see you doing it. Rub your little clit for me slut. Show me what you’ve got.”

Ann was mortified. She had only masturbated in the dark in her own bedroom before and she was just not sure how this order of John’s was going to work out since she was standing upright with her cunt only inches from his face. But, she started to rub her clit and her legs began to sway. The fingers of her other hand started to slip into the sloppy crack of her cunt; first one, then two, then three and by that time she was a quivering mass of very excited women hood. Within in a few more seconds she crash landed with one large orgasm after another. She had been working up to this moment for well over an hour.

“Slut, you did well, now take my cock and warm it up in your mouth and throat. Make me come and drink it all. When I’m finished, we’ll have something to eat then go to the master bedroom and see what comes up“, he said.

To start the day she went down on him even before he was awake. What a nice way to get awakened he thought.

“Since they were both quite sated from the sexual experiences of the prior day she suggested that they just go for a nice walk in the woods rather than press the matter. She figured they still had Sunday to work off any erotic steam that might emerge before the weekend came to a close. She told John about the walk in the woods that she had with Josh and pointed out to him some of the slash marks that hadn’t completely healed.

“Did getting a beating from Josh turn you on, slave?”

“Master, I suppose it did, I did a lot of yelling and screaming but in the end I was as hot as a firecracker.”

“Well on our walk, I want you to pick a branch of a tree from which I can dangle you. I brought along enough rope in my back pack to tie you any which way. And, I have a small whip. You can imagine what I will do with that whip once I get you suspended and naked.

“But, first, you must select the branch from which you will be tied. I always like to let my slaves play a big part in their own torment,” he said.

After they had been on the trail for a half hour, Ann stopped and pointed to a sturdy tree with a fairly low hanging branch which was perpendicular to the ground.

“What are you pointing at, Ann?” John asked as if he didn’t already know.

“That looks like a good branch if I’m to be the one to decide Master,” Ann replied.

“A good branch for what, slave?”

“A good branch to hang me from Master.”

“You don’t really think I’d hang you now do you? What kind of hanging do you think I have in mind, slave?”

“Master, I think you want to tie my hands together and pull them up with a rope draped over that branch Sir. Pull me up on my toes and stretch me, Sir.”

What do you want me to do after I hang you from that branch, slave?”

“Master, you know right well. And it’s not me that wants the whipping, it’s you sir.”

“Now that’s no way to talk to your Master, bitch. Get down on your knees right now and ask, no beg, me to hang you naked from that branch and then beg me to beat you with a whip. Do it now!

“And you are already going to get more of a thrashing than you would have because you have been just plain ornery and I’ll have to beat that out of you too. So if you want more and more just keep it up, slave.”

Ann was getting wetter by the moment. She was so charged up she really couldn’t wait for the first slashing streak to mark her body. She found her spot on the ground and knelt with her eyes averted. She placed her arms behind her and said “Master John, I beg you Sir, to strip me naked and hang me from that there branch from my wrists and then beat me until I scream for mercy. Please do it Sir.”

“That was a fair enough beg, slave, now stand up and get naked. Put your clothes in a neat pile and then come to me to have your hands tied together so I can pull you up off your feet.”

Ann moved so swiftly that he imagined she was actually looking forward to her beating. Which she in fact was. And she did scream. After the fifth slashing stroke, she had five welts burning in different parts of her body including her thighs, core, and tits. After the fifteenth stroke, Ann was a mess and shrieking with all her might but she didn’t beg John to stop whipping her, so he didn’t.

After the twenty fifth blow, Ann was crying in almost inaudible sobs and could hardly breath. Her body was a red stripped mess and she was shaking all over. He took her down from the tree and held her naked body tightly until she was breathing normally and was able to look him in the eye with an understanding of who she was and where she was.

John literally carried Ann back to the cabin. She hugged on his broad shoulders and clutched her clothes in her arms. She let him know by her body language that he could whip her anytime and was now waiting until they got back to the cabin so she could service him with her mouth.

“Would you like me to suck your cock, Master, John, when we get back,” she whispered in his ear. “After all Sir, what else can a good slave girl do for a big strong fella like you who came to her rescue.”

She was on her knees and he was on his back when she thought she felt him start to cum. With out alarming him, she slowly slid his cock out of her mouth and straddled his body with her scared back aimed at his face. She slid her slick cunt straight down on his cock and began to work him with her cunt muscles. For herself, she rested her left hand on the carpet next to him and rubbed her clit vigorously with her right hand and started pumping her entire body up and down on his very firm cock. She felt his warm cum flow into her just as she had a shattering climax and then another; she shrieked in another-worldly voice with each one. John had never had a girl who seemed to enjoy him as much as Ann that afternoon.

They fell asleep easily but Ann still had sexual energy to spare. John was spent but did keep his side of the bargain as best he could on Sunday.

Ann was already thinking about what her weekend with Sam would be like the next weekend.

The End of Chapter # 6

Note # 1: The author claims copyright protection for this creative work, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.

Note # 2: Look for additional chapters of this story in the next several weeks or so. LC