Rachel … A Submissive Love Story

By Lewis Chappelle

Chapter # 1

Her name is Rachel.  She is the assistant hospital administrator of the facility where I’m the in-house Psychiatrist. Rachel is young and really adorable with medium length brown hair parted on the right. She has a nice youthful body. I only work at the hospital on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s but I’ve had my eye on Rachel for the past six months which is how long she has worked there.

When we pass each other, she has always looked at me with a warm smile that seems to camouflage a deep hidden reservoir of passion which turns me on. Up until recently, our relationship has been what is expected of professionals; friendly but not flirtatious.

All that started to change when Rachel popped her head into my office one day when my secretary was out to lunch. She asked if I had a moment to chat with her about an important personal matter and of course I invited her in. She closed the door behind her.

I invited Rachel to sit across from me on one of the easy chairs I use in my normal therapy sessions. I noticed that she heaved a sigh while looking down at the oriental carpet I had placed there to give warmth to the stark run-of-the-mill hospital carpet.  With some encouragement, Rachel eventually started to talk freely.

She was feeling uneasy about her relationship with her boy friend who was reluctant to accommodate her needs in the bedroom. Not that he didn’t penetrate her but that he didn’t take the time to set the stage of love making in the way that Rachel wanted him to. In stark language, Rachel, finally told me that she wanted her boyfriend to dominate her in the bed room and he was, inexplicably,  loathe to do that. She asked me what she could do about that situation.

My secretary had returned and buzzed me to advise that my next appointment had arrived. I invited Rachel back to further the conversation later that day and she left my office through the rear door which led to a quite unused corridor.

She returned as I was finishing my dictation from my last patient.  All the support staff in the area had already left for the day. I planned to discuss the professional risks we were both taking as employees meeting like this, and behind closed doors to boot. Rachel said she would soon compose a ‘hold harmless’ agreement covering me and the hospital if I wanted it… which I did.

I also wanted to ascertain the level of Rachel’s submissiveness during the evening discussion. She was a bit shaky as to the level of her own submissiveness; she hadn’t thought about it in the terms I thought were important but she was nonetheless convinced that she needed a dominant man  for her to achieve a satisfactory sexual experience. She said she was authoritarian in a business setting but wanted to be totally submissive and treated roughly and objectified during sex play.

As her homework assignment, I told Rachel I wanted her to purchase new  shoes which would be at least 2 inches higher than the ones she was currently wearing. I wanted her to have a completely shaved cunt as well. Further, at the next session, after working hours again, she was not to wear under panties but only thigh high self hold hose and the new heels.  Rachel said she would feel comfortable doing that for me. She blushed when she said that; I was sure she knew where all this was going.

The following Tuesday, Rachel came to my office after her normal work time to see me as we had arranged. My secretary was leaving as she stood by the door chatting until the way was clear for her to come in.  She looked stunning. Her hair was smooth, her legs were shown to perfection in her new heels and she wore a ‘too short’. She stepped into the office and shut the door and locked it with the dead bolt.

“May I call you Master, Sir?” she asked looking quite shy.

“Yes, Rachel, for the purposes of our experiences here, that would be quite right,” I answered.

Rachel strode toward my desk with a sway to her hips I hadn’t noticed before. Perhaps it was the heels but she knew she was putting on a show for me. Her smile was mischievous.

“Do you like my new clothes, Master?”

“You, look incredible, my slutty slave girl,” I answered. “Have you shaved your cunt, slave? Did you come to me without panties tonight, Are you willing to be compliant and submissive to me, slave girl?”  I asked. 

“Yes, Master, I will obey you and will serve you as you wish… and here is the ‘hold harmless’ agreement I promised, all signed and legal, Sir,” she said.

“Walk back to the doorway, slave girl, I want to see you from a distance again.“ I said.

“Now, remove your blouse and skirt and let me see your body the way it should be seen. Put your arms behind your back.”

Rachel stood before me wearing just a quarter cup bra which held her tits perfectly with her hard nipples jutting toward me. Her legs were sheathed in the sheerest of nylons and her heels were as vampy as a girl could get in a business setting. Her newly shaved cunt looked almost virginal.

“Do you feel submissive now, slave girl,” I taunted.

“Yes, Master, I feel totally vulnerable and committed to obeying any order you give me. I’ve been anxious about this moment all day and now that it’s here I’m committed to go through with anything you order me to do.”

“Slave girl, I want you to crawl over to me, with your head down. When you see my shoes, you are t kiss them and keep your lips on them until I tell you to move again. Is that clear, slave?”

“Yes Master, I’m clear as to what you expect,” she said as she bent slowly to her knees and began to crawl toward me.

“Keep your lips on my shoes, and imagine how it will feel when you begin to service my cock with your mouth and throat, slave girl.”

I reached to grab Rachel’s lovely hair and twisted it in my hand. But, at the same time I held her head down so her lips stayed in place. I could feel her tremble with excitement.

I moved Rachel’s head and pushed it down to the carpet, then yanked her hair so  she was looking right at my swollen cock. I could feel the anxiety building in her body; she had not idea what to expect. 

“Do you want to worship my cock, slave girl,” I whispered to her.

“Yes, Master, I would be honored to service your cock with my mouth, sir,” she said in a voice barely above a sigh.

“That’s not what I asked you slave, do you want to worship my cock? Worship it with your entire body; with your entire soul?”

“Yes, Master, I can’t even think now, my head is staring at your cock, and I want you to use me to satisfy your cock in any way you wish dear Master,” she said in that very thin, soft and compliant voice of hers.

I pulled her lips to my shaft and touched it to her lips but wouldn’t let her take it in. “Slave, you just be patient. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you to use your mouth to worship my cock, but you must wait until I am ready for you, Do you understand, slave?”

“Oh, yes Master, I know that I am just putty in your hands Sir, and I deserved to be punished for being so forward just now, Sir.”

“Well, you start using your mouth right now and I’ll let you suck me dry. While you are busy pleasuring me, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to continue your submissive training,” I said in a menacing tone.

Actually, Rachel was a very proficient cock pleaser. Her technique was excellent and it wasn’t long before my cock was deep in her throat. She had mastered the technique of getting a cock past her gag reflex and she held me tight within her; it was a real turn-on. Several more deep thrusts and several minutes later I exploded in her.

While she pleasured me, I told her  I wanted to whip her but we couldn’t do anything that was louder that a muffled cum moan there in the office. However, I belonged to a special club where I wanted to meet her on Thursday evening.

She was to arrive at the club at 7 p. m. in the same short skirt and high heels, and introduce herself to the doorman as ‘slave Rae’ and say that she  was to meet ‘Master Psych.’ The attendant would give her directions from there. It would be our first real Master/slave engagement and it would give her some ideas as to how she might engage her boyfriend to her erotic needs.

The attendant at the door of the club was satisfied that Rachel was who she claimed to be and opened the door for her. He told her to go into the room to the left of the center hallway and there she would be met by another attendant.

The attendant who met her was a young girl  not yet 20 years of age. But, she was stunning. She was naked save for her 5 inch ankle strapped stiletto heels. The young girl was gracious to the new comer and Rachel had a hard time not staring at the girl who looked for all the world like a carved statue; alabaster skin, tall, lean, completely shaven, big breasted, and thin hipped.

Without fanfare the girl quietly told Rachel to take off all her clothes except for her heels and place them in one of the polished wooden lockers which lined the wall of the small room. Rachel was then told to remain silent with her head bowed and that she would be taken to me as I had arrived earlier and was waiting for her.

When I saw Rachel from across the room my cock stirred. Both girls were quite beautiful. The attendant told Rachel that she was expected to kneel at my feet when she got close to the table at which I was seated and she did so very gracefully. I told her that she made me proud but that the night was young and she would be introduced to many new things. The young attendant slipped away quietly and unnoticed by the other men at the table.

I announced to my mates that the new arrival at my feet was slave Rachel who I had invited to the club to experience the life of a slave and to learn what it meant to be a sex object. I told them that Rachel wanted more than anything to initiate her current lover to the fact that she was submissive and needed to be dominated by a strong, self willed, man.

To this point, her lover had, inexplicably, not been receptive to her less-than-subtle suggestions to that effect. I told the men that it was my plan to introduce Rachel to the full range of the clubs offerings and that soon I wanted to entertain her lover at the club along with Rachel herself as a way of getting him to see her in a new light.

At that same time, I caught a glimpse of the statuesque attendant coming from the rear of the room pushing a small cart, bound to which I recognized to be the clubs ‘delicacy’ of the night. This feature was a specialty of the club and I wanted Rachel to be witness to this attraction. I ordered her to stand erect at my side and observe what was happening very closely.

The ‘delicacy’ was a very well developed slave, bound to the cart on all fours. Her body gleamed, nude and well oiled. She was blindfolded and had apparently been subjected to a rather extensive warm up; her asshole was wide open and her cunt dripped with a combination of her own juices and a light, scented oil. Her mouth was open and her tongue was pointed outward. She clearly expected to be used in all of her orifices and was at a height on the cart at which a standing man could do just that. The attendant approached several tables and offered the girl to any who choose to indulge. Most at my table did just that.

I could feel the muscles in Rachel’s legs quiver as the carted girl was fucked and buggered to the delight of those in attendance. I dug my fingers in Rachel’s cunt from the rear and found that she herself was dripping with sexual excitement. Rather than indulge myself, I order Rachel to kneel again and pleasure me while the others had their way with the slave. She obeyed without hesitation. I knew then, she was  a submissive slave to the core and would be coveted by anyone who could appreciate her predilections and desires.

It wasn’t long before the club lights were dimmed and the head waiter announced that we were all going to be entertained by the “Battle Twins” and their female slave who had no name.

The spotlight streamed down on the small center stage and the well muscled and tall twins emerged into the circle of light bare to the waist wearing cowboy boots and jodhpurs with no crotch. The each were  holding chains clipped to the nipple rings of their slave in one hand and a whip in the other. 

While it took me a few moments, I finally realized that a few years ago this slave woman was a bi sexual, domme active at the club. The twins had apparently transformed her to their slave. She was still very tall, perhaps as tall as the twins themselves at over six feet. She was quite muscular but in a feminine way and built to last. But, she had been shorn of any hair at all, was well marked from whippings, and was as compliant and docile as any slave could ever be. Her arms were pulled back at the elbows with chains, Her feet were tethered by a short chain as well.  She wore heels that accentuated her long powerful legs and drew attention to her provocative ass. In net, she was a wonderful sight.

The twins stepped to each side of the girl and let the spot light shine directly on her. She kept her head bowed deferentially.  The microphone was lowered and Bobby Battle spoke.

“Ladies and gentleman; the meat you see before you has no name, she is only a piece of art for us and an object of sexual pleasure.  She is owned by us and is technically not a slave. She is an object to be owned by us and is technically not a slave to be mastered.

“She does what we tell her to do and is compliant to all of our sexual needs and personal preferences like a slave but she is really our property… we have property rights to her all nice a legal. She owns nothing and unless we are outside, she wears nothing except her heels. Tonight she is wearing 5 inch heels but she has been trained to wear seven inch ones as well.

“All of this body you see is untreated; no augmentation to these tits. What you see is all natural and what a gift. She is exercised strenuously every day. The workout room she uses is fully equipped and she has a personal trainer and nutritionist. These professionals are compensated for their efforts by their use of her.

“Although she is not immune to pain, she has been trained to accept sever punishment as we will demonstrate for you tonight. In fact, before we came out here, we gave this slave several pain enhancement pills so she will experience pain aplenty. Her least favorite punishment is when we use our array of electrical tens units.

“She is allowed no physical pleasures. She begs to be fed and to have toilet privileges.  She wears a butt plug at all time unless she is being buggered or has been allowed to shit. She then cleans the plug with her mouth. When at our mansion, her sleeping area is a cage.

“This object will not state any opinions, express any emotions or ask any questions. She is an accomplished cock sucker and can fully and deeply service any cock that she can take in her mouth.

“We have worked hard to train this bitch to our needs and distance her from her past erotic pleasures as a domme. To compensate us for our hard work and to subsidize her room and board, we rent her out from time-to-time. Our only stipulation is that the renter not break any of her bones or draw blood; a small price for such a sturdy and obedient object.”

Bart Battle took the chains they were holding and removed them from the girl’s  nipple rings.  He unlocked her arm and leg bonds as well. Then he slipped the nipple rings themselves from the her nipples. She must have had an inkling about what was about to take place because a slight glistening sweat appeared across her top lip. Then Bart, slid two fingers into her cunt. He moved his juicy fingers to her mouth and had her lick it clean.

Buddy spoke: “Slut, you know you are going to be punished right here on this stage with all of these nice people watching you. Don’t forget, you will not embarrass us by doing anything that we would not approve of. Understand?

“Yes, Master, I should be punished and I will take my punishment and take it well for you,” she said.

“Is there anyone in the audience who would like to whip this unworthy piece of property tonight?” Buddy continued.

I raised my hand immediately.

“Master Psych, our slave would be honored to accept a whipping from your hand, Sir.”

“And I would be delighted to whip her, believe me, Master Buddy, but I want my new slave girl here, Rachel, to administer the whipping to your slaves magnificent tits tonight. She has never wielded a whip to my knowledge and I think it would be bloody good sport if she learned something about that. Are you agreeable?” I asked. 

“That’s positively brilliant,” Buddy answered quickly. “I don’t think our girl has ever been whipped by another girl slave. Just brilliant!”

I led Rachel to the platform and Buddy gave her the whip he had brought with him. It was a broad tipped leather whip with a slender handle similar to those used by jockeys. Rachel took hold of it with obvious trepidation. I took it from her and showed her how to hold it and how to swing it. She practiced a few times but showed that she was anxious about what was about to occur.

“Look, slave, I will beat this girl’s tit and leave a welt. Then I’ll hit your tit and leave a welt so you’ll know what that feels like. Then you are to whip her tits and nipples, each twenty times. If you don’t do it correctly, I’ll finish the job and beat your tits too.”

I smashed  the girls right tit with the whip and she howled as the red welt emerged. I beat Rachel’s left tit and she nearly fell to the floor in pain. I told Rachel to stand straight and to get the job done and I ordered the girl with no name to grab her elbows with her hands behind her back and to thrust her tits forward for her whipping.

After eight strikes of the whip directly on the her tits, she whispered softly “Mistress, please whip my tits harder, if you please, Ma’am.” The look of surprise and amazement on Rachel’s face was priceless. And, the audience put their hands together enthusiastically.

Buddy at this point, reached into the girl’s cunt and began to rub her clit. She knew she was not to react to this incredible distraction but a fine sweat broke out again on her face, arms and back. There was no denying that Buddy was getting to her.

The welt on Rachel’s own tit seemed to spur her on to increase the intensity of her beating of the girls tits and soon she had delivered fifteen hefty slashes to each one.  At that juncture, I told the slave to hold each of her tits in her hands and offer them upward to Rachel’s punishing whip. She obeyed almost immediately and quite enthusiastically.

“Now slave Rachel, make sure you punish this girl’s nipples,” I ordered, hoping that a chill would run down Rachel’s spine at the thought.

I knew where the club stored all of its supplies and I quickly went to get some icy-hot gel. Rachel had just completed the whipping the girl and when I returned the owned property was shaking visibly from the punishment. I slathered a quick dab of the gel on my hand and smeared it into Rachel’s only welt. She shrieked.

The girl’s tits were fiery red with welt slashes  -  top to bottom and side to side. When I rubbed the icy-hot gel into her it was an added insult to their condition and she swooned in pain.

I ordered Rachel to kiss the girl passionately, not knowing if she had ever kissed another woman. Her look in my direction told me that she hadn’t. But I nodded with just the right facial expression to let her know that I meant what I had said. She reached up toward the girls lips and kissed her gently. “Kiss her again, this time with passion,” I yelled.”

“Now, kiss her nipples,” I ordered. “And suck on them! Make them hurt. I want to see those nipples rock hard.” The girl closed her eyes as Rachel ministered to her nipples and it was only when Buddy swatter her ass that she seemed to come back to reality.

Buddy looked at me and said, “Do you want this slut to suck on your slaves clit, Master Psych?” As I nodded my assent, Buddy whipped the girls ass again and ordered her to her knees. I had Rachel lay down on the platform and spread her legs wide. “Now suck this tender young clit, bitch. Make her cum. Service her properly or I’ll string you up and whip you all over,”  Buddy ordered angrily.

Rachel bucked and thrashed around on the stage as she experienced several thunderous cums. The girl was certainly not a novice in giving pleasure to another woman. I had never seen Rachel so completely aroused.

As Buddy led his property away, it was apparent to everyone that the juices running down her legs and the juices she was wearing on her beautiful face signified the overwhelming pleasure of both girls.

“Well, what did you think of that experience, slave Rachel?” I asked as we went back to our table.

“Master, it was an experience I will never forget,” she said. “But Sir, whipping another woman made me very uncomfortable.  I’ve never even had a fantasy about doing that, and my mind drifted up there to how I would feel if she was whipping me.”

“And, just how would you feel, slave girl?”

“Master, don’t think badly about me Sir, but I don’t believe I’d like it one bit. Being whipped by a powerful man is one thing, but I can’t just bring myself to accept a whipping from a weaker woman. Do you understand, Sir?”

I told Rachel that quite honestly I didn’t understand and that I hoped my training of her would eventually change her point of view. And, then I told her it was my intent to have her boyfriend attend a session at the club where he would see her introduced as the surprise act of the evenings entertainment. I pulled her head to my crotch and could feel the tenseness in her body at that thought.

“You are ready for me to torment you here, aren’t you slave?” I queried. “After all, you need some very public training, and I can’t think of anyone better to witness your training that that pompous old boyfriend of yours. Don’t your agree, slave?”

Rachel was so busy enjoying my shaft, that I really wasn’t sure she even heard me.

The End of Chapter # 1 

Additional chapters will follow as soon as possible. LC

Rachel  -- A submissive Love Story

By Lewis Chappelle

Chapter # 2

I worked out a plan for Rachel and her boyfriend, Bobby, to have dinner together at a favorite restaurant of mine where it would be convenient for me to just stop by their table for a brief, and an apparently impromptu, introduction. They were seated across from each other at a table for four as I approached and tenderly, and obviously seductively, touched Rachael’s hair, back, and shoulder.

“Rachael, how marvelous to see you here tonight.  I’ve been thinking a lot about you. Please introduce me to your friend,” I said.

“Sir, this is Bobby. He and I are dating now. Bobby, this is the therapist at work that I’ve frequently spoken about, do you remember?”

Bobby seemed like a pleasant enough chap and rose in deference to my age and profession to shake my hand. He invited me to sit at the table rather than continue to stand. He seemed shy and a bit awkward; not at all like the polished man-about-town sort that I had pictured for Rachael.

“Thank you Bobby, I’ll get out of the way of the staff and sit briefly. You know  Rachael here is one of my favorite co-workers at the hospital. You are a lucky young man to be able to date her.  She is really quite attractive, don’t you think?”

I could see Rachael blush and poor Bobby; he didn’t have a clue just how to respond to my flattering statement. 

“Doesn’t she look fetching tonight and that wonderful dress really accentuates her enchanting figure, doesn‘t it? You are indeed a lucky guy, Bobby,” I added. “I hope you both will accept an invitation to join me at my club over the holidays. I’ll make the arrangements; would that suit you?”

Neither of them actually responded, but the die was cast as I arose to leave.

When I saw Rachael again at the hospital, she looked at me with a shy but impish grin. “I know what you are up to Doctor,” she said. “Your are a devil, sir.”

“Rachael, you have no idea how devilish, I can be,” I whispered in her ear.

I told her that the following Friday was the date I had in mind for them to join me at the club. I told her that for the occasion, she was to be decked out all in red, wear 4 inch heels with wrap-around thong laces, thigh high stay-up hose, no panties, a full short skirt, and a nice silk blouse. She didn’t need a bra for support and she knew it.

Rachael told me she had never dressed that proactively when she went out with Bobby and felt he would be shocked to see her outfit that night.  I explained that if he appeared shocked, she was to use the opportunity to explain to him that she had already been to the club with me on one prior occasion and that the club was an erotically oriented, men’s club. She was to explain that he should enjoy himself and should not act prudishly or shyly at the club because he was sure to see plenty of interesting action there.

I put a sharp point on the reason for this event by saying, “When the night is over you should know for sure if Bobby is the kind of a guy who will  satisfy you.”

Rachael’s blushing face told me she appreciated my efforts on behalf of her aroused yet somewhat stymied libido.

When they arrived at the club, Bobby wore a green billowing bolero shirt with leather trousers and Rachael looked stunning in her all-red outfit. They looked like sexy Christmas decorations. I met them both near the door to the inner sanctum of the club and gave Rachael a tit-crushing hug that didn’t go unnoticed by Bobby, I’m sure.

It didn’t take any time at all for their eyes to adjust to the dim room lights. The main attraction was already on stage in the glare of a brilliant spot. The same slave  Rachael had seen when she was at the club earlier was tethered to a wooden cross. She was naked in extremely high heels. Her arms were stretched to either side and her legs were spread as far as they would go.

The “girl with no name“, was attached to a clock-timer signifying just how long she had been bound in that position. At the point my guests initially saw her, she had been bound there for over five hours.  A pail had been placed under her to catch any urine and a small pump sent anything in the pail upward to a soft cock shaped dildo through which the slave could suck liquid should she get thirsty.

It was clear she knew she would be drinking her own piss if she wished to suck; all she had to do was turn her head to get the cock in her mouth. What wasn’t so obvious to the girl was that the twins, her owners, also were adding their own urine in the pail and had invited others from the audience to do likewise.

Bobby, looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car at night. He was mesmerized and fascinated by what he saw.

“Did you know what was here, Rachael?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, Bobby, I knew you would see things you had never seen before,” she answered. “I didn’t know exactly what would happen tonight, but I did know that young, pretty girls, would be treated harshly and used sexually. Doc, even made me whip the big tits of that girl up there when he brought me here, can you believe that?”

“Geez, Rach,” he whispered, “what else happened that night?”  Rachael told him that she herself was pleasured naked by the girl and that the girl seemed to enjoy having her tits whipped. Bobby, seemed to blink in disbelief.

“Hey, you two, stop whispering! Come with me and let me show you the rest of the club and get you something to drink,” I offered.  Bobby couldn’t take his eyes off of the girl on stage and I had to admit she did have one fantastic body and was enduring her torture stoically. It was no wonder she was the center of attention again.

The small rooms in the rear of the club were full of members and friends, mostly naked. Most of the rooms had windows in the door so passers by could see the action inside.  Bobby lingered at each door quite a bit longer than was seemly.

I walked ahead of him and held Rachael’s hand which didn‘t seem to bother Bobby one bit.

I waited with Rachael at the next to the last door in the row until Bobby finally caught up with us. He could see two naked girls cavorting on the bed inside. I opened the door and the girls instantly rushed him, cuffed his wrists behind him, gagged him and blindfolded him in swift effortless motion. They bound him to a post at one end of the room and removed his leather pants to find a semi hard erection.

I said, “Rachael, let’s go to the next room and let Bobby here with these girls. I think it will be more fun that way.” Bobby was in no position to intervene.

The next room was quite similar to all the others except that there was an interconnecting sound system to the room where Bobby was and I explained the plan I had to Rachael.  Once the system was activated  I changed a few of the sound controls to alter our voices so Bobby couldn’t be sure that what was going on was actually Rachael and me.

“Take off your skirt, slave!” I said sternly. “And take off you blouse, too.” I was certain that despite the change in the quality of our voices,  Bobby would be almost  certain that he was hearing us but he couldn’t be sure.  “Stand with your legs wide spread and your hands behind your head, slave. Let me study you and explore your sexy body,” I said. “You know you have great tits. Does anyone one beside me ever bite them?”

“No Master, you are the only one who has shown any interest in them truthfully.”

“Has anyone ever whipped your tits, slave?”

“No Master, no one except you. And you know how I love to feel the whip against my tender flesh and especially against my nipples. If it pleases you Master, would you please whip my tits now, Sir?”

“Before I whip them, slave, I want to play with them and pull and twist your nipples and then see if your nipples are really connected by some strange nerve system to your cunt.”

“Oh, yes, Master, torment my nipples with your fingers and mouth.  Pull on them and hurt them. I’m already flowing. I’ll even bet you can see my cunt juices dripping down my leg already.”

“Does it hurt when I pull your nipples hard, slave girl?”

“Yes, Master it always hurts when you pull on them that hard, but it’s a good hurt Sir. Please don’t stop!”

The two girls in the small adjoining room were heard to say something to the effect that Bobby was being a bad boy and would have to be punished. We knew then, that either the girls were messing with him or that he had heard us talking. One way or the other, we surmised that he had sprung a full-fledged boner.

“Slave, you do have great tits and they are especially good for whipping. I’m going to whip them now.“

All I heard from Rachel, was a soft ‘mmmmm’ sound from her throat. She was ready!

I tapped her right tit lightly. I was going to start easily and then get more aggressive as I reached 50 swats to each tit. Rachel would be crying loudly when I finished, but I knew that she was getting wetter by the stroke and would never ask me to stop.

“You are really a pain slut, You know that don’t you, Rachel? I could whip your tits all day and you would just drift off into your own space and be in your own glory land,” I said to her.

I thought I could hear a muffled cry from the other room but I couldn’t be certain. And, it didn’t really matter since I was having the time of my life with my little minx of a slave girl. She was sweating profusely and sobbing. Her tits were almost scarlet red.

I had not bound her but had made her hold out her tits and present them to me for added strokes. Because she was sobbing and her whole body was shaking in pain I had a devil of a time getting just the right angle for the whipping I wanted to give her.

“Oh, Master, I’m cumming now, Sir. The pain has my cunt on fire and I’m cumming. I can’t stop it, Sir,” she sobbed and her body convulsed and shook uncontrollably.  Her legs finally gave out and she knelt before me still holding her tits high in honest homage before me. She was in a real sense paralyzed, so I held her tight and kept her warm until she was ready to look me clearly in the eye again.

“I sure hope your boyfriend doesn’t try any funny stuff, slave girl, to try and keep me from punishing you because those two girls can take care of business. I want him to know that I’m in control of you now and if he wants to dominate you in the bedroom he will have to get my permission. Don’t you think that’s fair, slave?”

Rachel didn’t say a word; she was recovering but slowly.

“Now, slave, get on your knees and press your sore tits into the cold tile here. I want to fuck your ass. Will that be ok with you, slave?” I taunted.

In a low and shaky voice she said “Yes, Master, please fuck my ass. I’ve never been buggered before, Sir, but I’ve heard it can be great fun for a girl and I’d be honored, Sir, to have your cock deep in my ass.  Please fuck me there now, Sir.”

Rachel wrapped her arms behind her and around her hips. She grabbed each butt cheek to spread herself wide.

I never understood why someone would use saliva to lube a girls ass when there usually was an abundance of natural lubricant so nearby. Since I wanted to enlarge her sphincter with my fingers before entering her with my cock,  I lubed her ass with her flowing cunt juice.

At that point,  she said in a loud voice,  “Oh. Master, I am so out of control again, I love what you are doing to my ass. I hope you won’t hold it against me if I cum while you are fucking my ass, Sir.”

I sensed Rachel was really talking to her boyfriend. She was egging him on to erotic pleasures she had only dreamed about. All that was fine with me; in fact, the idea of  luring him into the world of Master/slave erotic play was indeed part of the plan for the evening and we were giving him ideas and language skills to help him along.

“Slave, now that I’ve gotten your ass hole a bit more supple with my fingers, I’m going to sink my cock in you and ram you over and over for as long as I can,” I told her in a masterly tone. I pressed my cock up to her pouting bud and teased it open gently.

“Master, this is so hot. I feel so much like your slave in this position and having my ass used by you. It is an enormous turn on. Use me this way all the time, Sir. Please Sir, accept me now as your permanent slave girl!”

“Now, slave, you are my slave for the night, you understand, but your boyfriend who is younger than me might be able to satisfy you this way too and undoubtedly he would be more robust in bed. Let’s not rush into anything,” I said unconvincingly.

I held onto Rachel trim and firm waist with both hands as I pounded into her. Occasionally, I pressed  her back downward to grind her sore tits into the tile. 

She began moving under me and said, “Master, I want this to go on forever, but I’m afraid I’ll cum again and then I’d loose the intensity of what I’m feeling now and I don’t want that to happen just yet. If, it pleases you Sir, would you consider fucking my cunt, now, Master?”

“Spin around, slave, and clean off my cock with your mouth. When I’m ready for your cunt, I’ll take it. And you can take that to the bank. Now clean me off!”

I grabbed Rachel’s hair and shoved my cock in her mouth. She as a willing cocksucker but not very skilled but this was not the time to initiate her into the finer points of milking me dry. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you, slave?” I asked quite loudly hoping that the scene would burn a fresh hole in Bobby’s little brain.

“Yes, Master, I really love worship at the shrine of your cock, Sir. You are the best!”

“Slave, lay back down on the floor and get your hands under your ass and lift up some; give me a better angle to fuck your cunt.” She didn’t need any further instructions on that.

I entered her easily. “Oh, geeze Master, that feels so damned good. Please fuck my cunt hard and long, Sir,” she shouted. Her legs were perfectly sculpted and she spread them wide to the sides giving me perfect access to her well trimmed and fully sopping cunt.

“Now take it easy slave girl. I’ll take what I need. And, not to put you off here but, you might not get any further release at all since you are the lowly slave here. Now press fingers of both hands into your sopping ass hole and move them around inside you. Understand?”

I could feel her cunt muscles tighten when her fingers started to press inward and I had difficulty holding back my surging cum load. 

“I’m going to have you turn over on top of me so you can arrange my shaft resting directly on your clit. Then I want you to work hard to get the best cum you have ever had. Ready?”

Before she started to move, I whispered in her ear; “Slave you are a great fuck, and a great slave. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. I hope your boyfriend is learning something from all of this because he is missing out on a real treasure if he doesn’t. Shout and scream your head off if you think it will help here, slave.”

“Master, you are so cute when you say those things. Here I am in the middle of the best cum I will get, and you are still gushing sweet nothings in my ear. Thank you sincerely, Sir. I won’t forget you, or this night, ever.”

Rachel, screamed and shouted like a banshee through five intense cums and then lay down with all her weight on my chest to catch her breath. I had shot my wad early into her first cum. She told me it felt hot when it reached her cervix. I had to take her word for it.

“Sir, I’m kinda curious about Bobby. What do you suppose is going one in the next room?”

I told her if she wanted to lay on the bed under a warm sheet that I would check things out or her. She gave me a very warm kiss and a more than normal pat on the ass as I left her to put on a clean robe and slip-ons provided by the club.

I could see through the window that Bobby was still blindfolded and gagged with his hand cuffed and attached to a pole in the room where I had left him with the two girls. One of the girls stepped outside the room to talk to me.

This girl was the slave of one of my best friends. He is a plastic surgeon  who had done a perfectly remarkable job on her tit enhancement; 36 DD unless I miss my guess. I took the freedom given to members of the club to touch other slaves by pinching her nipples while she stood before me. I pulled and twisted as she spoke.

“Sir, we don’t know what to make of this kid in there. The other slave and I were really turned on by the action and conversation you and the girl were having, but the kid shot his wad early and couldn’t get it up again.

“We rubbed our bodies all over him, fondled his cock, worked it in our mouth and told him stories of what it would be like to have a slave girl like us,  but he didn’t seem at all interested. Since you are a therapist, maybe you can get to the bottom of whatever issues he might have, Sir.”

“Go find the twins and see if they will come here to talk to me,” I told her.

She pranced off down the aisle nude as she could be without any glimmer of being self conscious. In a few moments she came back leading both twins proudly. I dismissed the slave back into the room and chatted briefly with the boys.

It wasn’t long when the twins were back to me with their submissive slave in tow; the one who had been bound for hours on end.

I had remembered that the slave of the twins was a former domme and the twins certainly knew their way around the bdsm scene. I told them of my theory and gave them a plan of action. The two original slave girls were dismissed and the keys to the cuffs which held Bobby tight were relinquished.

I went back to the room where Rachel was huddled, warm, soaked and contented.

“I love, you Master,” she said as I came to her. “I really adore you and I am truly ready to suffer for you, and to willingly comply with all of your wishes as your slave, all day and all night for the rest of my life, if you will agree to have me, Sir.”

I put my finger up to my lips to keep her quiet as the serious proceedings in the next room was about to unfold. I stroked Rachel’s soft and yielding body as we listened to how the slave and the twins unraveled the complexities of Bobby’s convoluted psyche; not by torture or manipulation but by gentile persuasion and explicit expressions of assistance, support and domination.

“I want you to be my slave girl forever, dearest,” I said to Rachel at length. “I think we both know now where your relationship with Bobby was going. But, now the twins will be happy with him and he will be happy with them; it was meant to be. They will take him home and we can rest assured he will have the life he needs.

“And, you will have the life you need as well, with me, slave girl.”

The End…

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