An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler
Chapter 5b: The Sands Of Time
She gave each of the girls a hard lick on the ass.
"Stand at attention you fucking sluts!"
There was a large and instant whelp on each of the sluts ass. She
slapped the shit out of them. I get their attention but even I do
not really hurt them. It appears as if she has elected to act her
role in the most serious way.
"Mistress. That is what you will refer to me from now on. You do
not speak to me unless instructed to and then you had better
address me properly. We have come to an aggreement. You sluts lost
out and I will use you to satisify any whim I desire."
It was strange that she seemed to have completely forgotten that
she was my number two. Her attitude exuded the perception that she
was my equal. The thought of correcting her was immediate. The
realization that her crowning would be best if she usurped
complete dominance from the start immediately followed. Maybe she
herself realized this and it was the reason she was suddenly
brazen. I decided to reassert my sole dominance later and in
private, rather than undermine her efforts.
Christy and Vicky were shaken. Tears had formed in their eyes due
to the sharp lash. They quivered in liew of the possibility of
others that might follow. I admired the bright red streak across
each ass and pondered what the future held, as things were
finally materalizing as I'd hoped they would.
Also, I admired Pat. She looked very decadant. She looked
completely in control. She looked like she was as kinky as I'd
only imagined to this point.
Pat, assured that she had asserted her dominance on the girls,
turned to Dennis. He was fully erect from the site of the two
girls nude bodies and the submissive nature of their predicament.
Pat reached down and took him in tow by his stiff member. He
hadn't expected it and nearly fell down, before following her oh
so closely and awarkedly. He was hitched to the second buggy
before he knew what hit him, shaken that his old friend had
apparently turned on him.
She then turned and bowed. I received the subservience that I
desired from her and she had forced her dominance on each of
the others as she had desired. The basis for our
top/bottom/top/bottom relationship had been firmly cast.
I admired the teams for awhile. The flesh on each right buttock
shown my initials and each stood at full attention, wary of the
heavy crop Pat wielded.
I poured two glasses of red wine and handed one to Pat.
"You take the sluts and I'll take the young cock," I instructed.
It was apparent that Pat desired to seal her dominance over the
girls first. It was to be a rare daylight ride within the walls of
the compound. She mounted the carriage and immediately embarked,
reining the team about like a mad woman. She barked commands and
cracked her whip as if a drill seargent the first day recruits
arrived. Her sudden change both amazed and baffled me. I could see
the savage look of joy in her eyes each time we passed, as well as
the horrified look in the eyes of Cindy and Christy. They high
stepped in grand form due to fear. It was the fear that fueled the
joy I saw her eyes. Obviously she was cut out to be my right hand.
While they were building strength and stamina, it was only an hour
before the fast paced high stepping wore them out. Sensing that
she might well hurt them I called an end to the ride. I poured
another glass of wine as I waited for Pat to unhitch them and stow
the buggies away.
She had them inline and high stepping as they came out of the
shed. They were clearly exhausted with sweat drenched bodies. She
had them all kneel, to my delight, at my feet. This was very
reinforcing, both for the bottoms and for Pat as well. Our new
caste was clearly evident for all to see.
Sweat poured off all three still due to the humidity and
temperature. They all huffed in an attempt to catch their breath
while Pat kept them kneeling at attention with her newfound crop.
I admired the sight while pondering my decision. In all honesty I
preferred Christy, who was more beautiful with her long golden
hair and svelt, streamlined body. Her face was perfect. She was a
goddess of beauty. But she just did not have what was required to
do my dirty work. The bottom line was that she was just too nice
of a person to be an effective right hand.
She became fidgity. I hadn't realized I'd been staring at her
beautiful body kneeling before me. The sweat glistened on her pert
tits and her porcelin white body defied the fact we were outside
in the sunlight. Her arms were still cuffed at her sides by the
waist chains. She looked as if she had heard my very thoughts.
Pat swatted her ass, evidently due to the fidgitting. Christy
arched her back and stuck out her chest in compliance. Then Pat
walked around to the frontside and put a high heel out, commanding
her to lick it. Christy paused. It wasn't clear if she had yet to
realize her new position or if she was simply too exhausted. Pat
raised her chin with the crop.
"I said lick it you slut whore!"
Christy managed to lean over without losing her balance and began
to lick the black leather high heel. The look on Pat's face made
me feel as though she too had heard my thoughts. She moved right
in to quash any competition in a fairly bold move. It worked out
for her though as this is exactly what I enjoy. The awkward
and subservant position of Christy's body, her hanging tits and
her tongue cleaning the dust off of the shoe made my cock throb.
Pat turned to see me rubbing the boner and smiled deliciously
before coming to please me. She raised the full length gown and
came down on my cock with her hot, wet pussy. It was evident that
she was aroused sexually by the power she now controlled. My cock
slid in as if she were several sizes too large for me. She slid
the straps down and pulled her tits out. I grabbed them and
squeezed and within a minute she had milked me like a wildcat.
We looked each other deeply. There was nothing that needed to be
spoken. We both knew what was to be what from that moment on.
She dismounted me and turned to stand again before Christy. She
lifted the skirt again and it was clear what she expected. Christy
had to walk the two feet between them on her knees before she
licked our juices clean. I could see their eyes meet as Christy
kneed her way over. There was nothing that required vocalization
between them either from this point on. Pat took her head and
drove the tongue home.
I'd been working on an outdoor bathroom. It wasn't completely
finished, but it was functional. The stock tracked in dirt and
dripped sweat after our workouts and I'd decided that we needed
outdoor facilities. While they cleaned daily, I still prefer not
to bring the filth inside anyway.
I took Dennis and Vicky in tow to the exerciser, hitching each
head harness to an awaiting strap. I could see Pat leaning back
and driving Christy's tongue in as I filled and retrieved the
enema bottles. I hung a bottle on the exerciser and put a
pre-lubed insert to Vicky's asshole. She opened as I easily
inserted it. She had been doing really well anally; I was
impressed. It slid in and I pumped it up and released the flow. I
still love watching the expression an unleashed bottle brings as
the warm, soapy liquid flows. Priceless.
I hung another bottle for Christy on my way over to Dennis, who
awaited my arrival. I still was not at ease with him, perhaps I
should have been satisified with the girls. I have him now though,
so thats water under the bridge. I grabbed his erect pecker with
one hand and began to insert the hose with the other. His ass was
much tighter. Enemas are the only penetration he received on a
regular basis. I made a mental note to have the girls use a
strap-on to alleviate this as I unclasped the bottle. He trembled
and the look of total humiliation came to his face. His cock was
throbbing in my grasp. It was a strange sensation for me, but I
had made up my mind that I would overcome my own insecurities. I
began to squeeze it rythmically and his throbbing worked in unison
with my motions. Having worked my own cock for years I knew
exactly how it must have felt; I knew exactly what it needed. I
almost felt sorry for him. I'd messed him up really good.
I looked at Pat. She smiled knowingly as she made Christy continue
the tongue thrashing. I began to move my hand as I squeezed and he
came. I squeezed softly as I watched the last drops fall. The
feeling of the spent rod was enticing, yet I made myself release
it and motioned for Pat to bring Christy as I sat down for
another glass of wine.
Pat led her over like a dog and hitched her up. Then she took the
bottle and forced it up her ass. Another power move I suppose. She
took her crop and got the three high stepping again. They were
tired and cramping, but their efforts were grade A. I watched as
each sweaty body, suspended by head harness and with hands cuffed
to waist, came around the carousel high stepping. And I watched my
initials on each as they rounded and headed back. Pat was doing a
wonderful job in keeping them serious in their chores.
We finally unhitched them and allowed them to drain at the new
toilet. Then we watched as they showered, before taking them back
downstairs and securing them for the night.
I led Pat back upstairs afterward. I told her to bathe and to
dress in the outfit I would lay out for her. I selected the Nazi
uniform as she bathed. It's strange, but the savage and brutal
images the uniform conjures a very powerful mystique when worn by
a savage woman. I'd only seen movies until now, which was the
reason I'd bought the uniform.
It was a complete uniform from hat to arm band to pants flaired
out at the thighs to the black leather boots.
I waited in the bedroom as she finished her bath. She finally
rounded the corner. The sight was jaw dropping. She marched into
the room and stood at attention. The boot heels clacked eerily.
Evidently she too had seen movies, for she was doing a damn good
job at improvising in her new costume in a convincing manner. She
hesitated, before throwing her arm up in salute. I simply nodded.
While I _am not_ a Nazi, for all practical purposes I was the
fuhrer; my control was complete. What the hell? Why not act it out
to the max?
I had her stand before me. The boots might not have been a perfect
fit but the rest of the uniform was. She looked immaculately
decadent.
I took her over to the full length mirror so that she could view
herself. Her eyes were aglow as she came into the silvery glass.
Helga; SS shewolf. I'm not sure if she filled the uniform or if it
was the uniform which filled her. There was a definite new and
exciting atmosphere about her.
I instructed her to dress and bring the others up for the regular
house cleaning chores as I handed her her own personal crop. It
was time to introduce them to my new creation. The hall doors were
open, so I gave her the combinations of each cell and she set out.
I gave no specific directions. We'd been at this long enough that
she knew my desires and I allowed her free reign in deciding
herself. I laid on the bed watching the video display as she first
opened Christy's door. Christ's mouth was agape at the site and
Pat laid it on thick. She directed her outside and selected black
high heels, hosiery and garter straps for all three. Christy
dressed in the skimpy attire with a shell shocked look on her
face. She then released Vicky and Dennis, duplicating the steps.
She then ushered them all to the bathroom. She had them apply heavy
makeup and bright red lipstick as I liked and then chose a black
wig for Dennis along with the high heels, hose and garter belt he
was wearing. I could see even from the video that they all looked
delictable! Excellent.
None of the three questioned her. They all looked apprehensive,
yet the earlier performance had melted all question of what was to
be. I got the impression that each of them played with the thought
of jumping on her, as she was outnumbered. Whether it was the
uniform and the new attitude she sported or the fact they knew I
was watching they all remained obedient and subservent. I would
have to caution her about her vulnerability in such events.
Once dressed and properly made up she had them stand at attention,
wielding the crop with experience gained from being on the
receiving end for all these months. She took head harnesses with
ball gags and placed them over each head. Then she placed the
waist chains on and cuffed each wrist at the waistline it
belonged to. Then she placed a large leather collar around each
neck, chaining them together with a three foot chain, creating a
most erotic chain gang.
I could tell by the sluggish movements that they were all sore
from the earlier workout as they began to climb the stairs. I
departed and went to the kitchen for another glass of wine. I sat
at the bar as usual to supervise and enjoy the show.
They came downstairs with Christy leading. I could see a look of
hurt on her face. She had afterall done a very good job. Her
efforts deserved reward, yet none was really possible.
Pat lead them out into the center of the living room and removed
the chains that linked them. She had them turn and stand at
attention. She came to attention after the three, again clicking
her heels. I could see that this military thing had the three subs
shaken. Each exhibited a mental drain of top of the physically
exhausted appearance.
I nodded and Pat released their wrists and commanded them to grab
their ankles. She seemed to be replicating my own actions as I did
this daily, sometimes twice a day. It was a part of the process of
domination. Normally I gauged the severity of the cropping with
the grade that I placed on their performance since their last
cropping. Anytime they looked like they were becoming complacent,
or lax, or slow to respond they knew the next cropping would be
twice as hard and twice as long as a normal one. This of course
keeps then on their toes and inside the 98 percentile range in
their efforts.
Then again, I did it because I love to hear the ball gag muffled
cries and watch the bright red whelps rise as I landed each stroke
as well. They all had come far, none cried at this point. They all
stood with asses out, taking each lick with a muffled scream. I
take my time, slowly moving from one to the next pairing a lapse
of effort with a crop lick. I normally drag it out over 15 minutes
or so giving two licks or so per minute.
"Performance today was pretty fair. 10 stripes apiece should do
it."
Pat nodded and began. She took the initiative of pairing a lick
with an earlier deficiency that supposedly brought it to the
recipient. Sometimes you just have to make them up on a day where
they all did well. Pat did a good job of finding 30 lapses, or
pauses to drive home the point that only 100% was acceptable.
I watched in quiet delight as she went from one to the other,
bitching them out, degrading them and applying a hard lick to
each outstretched ass. They did well. Each had a hard grasp and
none let go of their ankles as the licks landed. The muffled cries
were very stimulating. The looks on their faces, both as the lick
landed and from the anxiety of the next and the whelps I watched
rise in the mirror had my cock at full staff.
I instructed Pat that I would have Vicky afterwards. She promptly
brought her over, forcing her to her knees before me. I motioned
and she removed the ball gag as I pulled my stiff member out.
"That will be all.."
Pat looked hesitant, before returning to Dennis and Christy to
begin chores. I slouched in my chair so that my balls hung over
the side. Vicky was still trembling from the thrashing. Her
nipples were erect and without checking I knew full well her pussy
was wet and hot. She obediently put braced herself and leaned
down, taking my balls in her mouth and gently sucking on them. Her
eyes, one on either side of my rock hard cock looked at mine as
she slowly milked on my balls with her mouth.
I looked up to admire Dennis and Christy, who were working
feverishly under the crop. Dennis had his never ending hard on,
which Pat was admiring as he worked. He looked very sexy, I must
admit. His hairless and feminine body melded with the wig, makeup
and attire for a look of a transvestite. Christy looked very sexy
too. She had finally succeeded in finding the application of
makeup that suited me; that of a very cheap slut. Her red lips
begged a mouth fucking. The ball gag held her mouth in perfect
position for it.
I felt my load building. I love a nice slow, ball sucked cum. I
closed my eyes and leaned back to enjoy, looking up to see the
slow stream hit Vicky in the forehead and nose. She continued
milking until the last drop had fallen.
I had her turn sideways on all fours, so that I could rest my legs
across her back. She arched her back, with head up, at attention.
I placed my feet in the small of her back, watching the cum slowly
liquify and drip down her face as I chalked up another fine day.
continued...
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