This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. Email me at jake63@live.com

Maid Elizabeth

Chapter 1

I saw her setting in her car. It was obvious that she was trying to decide whether to come inside or drive away and continue to deny the need that she had harbored for years.

I had arrived at the restaurant early, so I could get a booth near the back and relax for a few minutes after a long day at the office. Finally I saw her steel her nerves and get out of the car. As she walked in the door, I stood so she could see me and watched her as she walked to my booth. There was no doubt about it she was a beauty, barely 5’ 2” tall and less than 100 lbs. with shoulder length straight black hair. She had a grace about her that I have seldom see in a girl of just 23. She, as instructed, wore a basic little black dress and a pair of black heels. This outfit showed off her thin 32B-24-32 body.

Elizabeth had responded to a personal add for a maid/sex slave that I had placed on one of the BDSM online sights several weeks before. While she had no experience there was something about her that intrigued me. As we exchanged emails and phone calls over the past couple of weeks, I pieced together the story of her sexual frustration.

                                       **

From puberty on, she had the desire to be dominated and punished. Elizabeth told me a story about the first time that she was ever aroused. When she was 13, she was walking through the family room when her father was watching a western on TV.  Suddenly the movie caught her attention. The local school teacher was giving no good cowboy a piece of her mind, when the cowboy grabbed her by the arm, bent her over his knee and gave her a spanking, through her petticoats of course. Elizabeth was standing there mesmerized, when her father asked her,

“You need something?”

Snapping out of her trace, she stammered “No Daddy” and took off like a shot to her room.

Once in her room, she locked the door and lay back on her bed. Her hand slid inside of the gym shorts that she was wearing and she felt a shiver of excitement go down her spine. Good little Elizabeth had never touched herself “down there” before, but now she began to rub herself faster and faster until the room seemed to explode into light and color. After that day, she masturbated regularly while fantasizing about being punished and ravished by pirates, cowboys, medieval knights and any other characters she could think of.

Dating in high school and college was a complete disappointment for Elizabeth. She dated lots of guys but none touched the need she had to be dominated. Giving dates blow jobs while they held the back of her head was as close as she could get to being controlled. Elizabeth remembered asking one boy that she really loved if he would spank her. He looked at her like she was some kind of sicko, immediately took her back to her dorm and then never called or even spoke to her again.

                                       **

As Elizabeth walked up to the table, I motioned for her to set down and took a seat opposite of her in the booth. I looked over to the  waitress that had followed her and ordered a scotch, neat and a glass of white wine.

I said nothing to her until the waitress brought our drinks. I took a sip of my scotch and asked her,

“I trust that you have thought this through completely?”

She replied quietly with downcast eyes, “Yes sir”.

“I’m not so sure you have. Do you realize that if you leave here with me this evening you will be mine to do with what I wish? You will be required to follow my every command and service my every need and your only reward will be that you will be allowed to stay with me for another day. I will punish you for failure to follow instructions, I will punish you for mistakes and often I will punish you simply because it amuses me.”

Trembling she replied “Yes sir”

“Very well, then remove your panties and place them on the table in front of you.”

“Sir?” she questioned.

“You heard me, take off your panties and place them on the table. Maybe this is a mistake, you can’t even follow the first simple command that I give you.”

“I’m sorry sir”, she stammered as she quickly hiked up her dress and removed the offending garment and placed them in a small ball in front of her. Her eyes darted around the room to see if her activity had been seen by any of the other patrons. We sat there for another half hour as I outlined her duties and how she was to conduct herself. All the while she kept her eyes downcast and answered “Yes sir” when I asked her if she understood.

After we finished our drinks, I motioned for the waitress to bring the check and handed her a $20. As we were heading towards the door, I glanced back to see the waitress bussing our table. When she saw the small ball of black lace she called out, “Excuse me miss” perhaps thinking that Elizabeth had left a black lace kerchief behind. As we turned to look, the waitress realized what she had picked up, screeched, threw them on the floor and stomped off. This, of course drew the attention of the dozen or so other patrons in the restaurant, who all turned to see what the commotion was about. Elizabeth shot across the floor, completely humiliated, grabbed her panties and scurried back to where I was standing. I held my hand out, she gave me the panties and we continued towards the door. Her red face glowed as we headed out.

Once in the parking lot, she asked “Sir, shall I follow you in my car?”

“No leave it here and I’ll have it picked up in the morning. My car is around the side of the building.”

When we arrived at my car, I unlocked and opened the passenger door. I stopped her as she began to enter the car.

“Take off your dress first.”

“Sir, someone will see me.”

“I’m growing very impatient with your hesitation and questioning of my commands.” I growled.

Realizing she had better comply, she quickly stepped out of her dress and slid into the passenger seat, tossing the dress in the back seat.

I walked around and got in the drivers side and looked upon my new toy. She was lightly tanned from head to toe. Her small, upturned tits simply begged for mistreatment and as the A/C took effect; her nipples became erect and crinkled. I decided that they needed a little attention on the drive to my house in the country. I reached in front of her and removed a pair of nipple clamps that I had stashed in the glove compartment. They were moderately harsh and caused her to quietly yelp and wince as I placed them first on her right then left nipple.

“That should give you something to think about until we get home.” I smirked, as she

sat back in her seat and tried to adjust to the discomfort radiating from her nipples.

After traveling only a few miles down the road, she announced, “Sir I have to pee”

“Well, you’ll just have to hold it. It’s another 45 minutes ‘til we get home.” I chided her like she was a child. After about another twenty minutes I could see that see was squirming in her seat and about to burst.

“Please Sir I really need to pee”

Seeing this as a chance to further humiliate her and not wanting to get my leather seats all wet, I pulled into an abandoned gas station beside the interstate.

See looked at me quizzically, “Where can I go here? This station is closed and I’m naked.”

“Are you stupid or are just trying to test my patience?” I snapped. “Get out of the car squat beside it and piss. Just remember that you will pay for the inconvenience that you are causing me.”

Being a city girl, I’m sure that Elizabeth had never urinated anywhere but in a toilet behind a closed door. Her bladder, however, was past the point of caring. She jumped out of the car, using the open door as a shield from passing cars, squatted and let go a stream that seemed to go on for five minutes.

As she started to jump back in the car, I stopped her. “Whoa, what do you think that your doing? You’re not getting back in my car with piss dripping from your cunt.”

She looked around as if she was expecting a roll of toilet paper to be lying on the ground.

I tossed her the black panties that she had removed earlier, “Here use these”

She dabbed pussy dry and jumped back in the car, dropping the panties on the floor board.

The rest of the ride home was uneventful. I would occasionally give the chain connecting her nipple clamps a tug or run my finger up and down her bare slit so that her clit would be aching by the time we got home.

Finally we arrived at my home. I stopped in the driveway and told her to get out and go kneel by the front door and wait for me to open it. I watched with amusement as she scampered up the sidewalk to avoid being seen. I pulled into the garage and pushed the button to close the door behind me. I entered the house through the kitchen door and checked the answering machine. I was in no hurry to open the front door. Finally I decided that she had waited long enough and walked to the front door. As I opened the door, I was taken aback once more with her beauty. There she was kneeling with her hands clasped behind her back, head bowed and her black silky hair resting on her shoulders. She was a diamond in the rough, but when polished, she would be my masterpiece.

“Rise and follow me” As I headed to my office, I could hear her heals clicking on the hardwood floor behind me.

My office is my sanctuary from the world. The walls are dark mahogany and floor is covered with green plush carpet. I have a well equipped dungeon in the basement, but I wanted her to receive her first punishment here.

I sat behind my desk and instructed her to stand in front with her arms clasped behind her back and legs spread shoulder width apart.

I began, “You are now my slave. Your only purpose in life is to care for me and my home. You have no rights. You may be granted privileges as your training progresses, but only after you have earned them. At this point you haven’t even earned the privilege of wearing clothing.  Do you understand?”

“Yes sir”, she replied in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Very well, in my business we settle all accounts at the end of the day. As it is getting late, I believe it’s time for you to settle your account.”

“You were told to be at the restaurant at 7:00 PM, yet you sat in your car deciding whether or not to come in until 7:05”

“When I told you to remove your panties at the table you hesitated and questioned my command.”

“When I told you to remove your dress before getting in my car, you again hesitated and questioned my command”

“For these offenses would have normally earned 30 lashes with my belt. However, since you delayed my trip home by having me stop so that you piss on the side of the road

like a bitch dog, your pretty little tits will also receive 10.”

I saw her stiffen with fright and her lip began to tremble.

I pulled a straight back wooden chair out and told her to sit down. I then proceeded to try her wrists behind the chair. Taking another piece of rope, I tied her upper arms together snuggly so as to pull her shoulders back. This jutted her little tits out perfectly for punishment that they were about to receive.

I gasped the clamps that had held her now numb nipples for the last hour and removed them simultaneously. She sighed with relief and then a few seconds later, when the blood flow returned, she threw her head back and screamed.

“OH GOOOOOOOOOD, IIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

This was Elizabeth’s first experience with nipple clamps and she obviously wasn’t prepared for the wave of agony that comes from removing them after they’ve been on for an extended period.

I stood and watched for a few minutes as she swung her head from side to side as the pain slowly subsided. I cupped both tits in my hands and kneaded them roughly.

“Are you ready to begin your punishment now?”

“Please sir, don’t hurt my breasts anymore.” She pleaded.

“They are not breasts, they are tits and they belong to me to do with as I wish.” I said matter of factly. “Did you not agree to this when we were in the restaurant?”

Bowing her head with tears dripping down on her thighs, she whispered “Yes sir”

“Very well then, lets get started”, I said as walked to the cabinet and removed a ball gag.

As I inserted the gag in her mouth and cinched the strap I warned her, “As your training advances I will expect you to remain silent during your punishments, but at this point, I think that would be a little to much to ask of you.”

I then wrapped the belt around my hand until only a 1 foot tail remained. The first slash landed above the nipple of her left tit.

“SPLAT”

“AUGHHHHH” she screamed as her head snapped back..

I gave her moment to let the pain sink in before I applied the next stroke to the top of her right tit.

Once again the stroke was followed by a muffled scream.

With the next 6 slashes I continued to work my way around the sides and bottoms of each

of her increasingly fiery red tits.

I paused as she sobbed and gasp for breath.

“You have 2 strokes left. Where do you think they should go?” From the look in her eyes as she started to shake her head, she knew that her tender, swollen nipples would be the targets.

“SPLAT”

“SPLAT”

As she screamed her eyes rolled back in her head and her body seemed to go into convulsions. She had cum. This little pain slut had cum from just 10 slashes to her tits.

While I was a little upset that her punishment had ultimately resulted in pleasure, there was no doubt about it, this one was a keeper.

As Elizabeth slowly regained her senses, I became keenly aware of my cock trying to tear lose from my slacks.  I lowered my zipper, removed my painfully hard member and began rubbing up and down her cheeks, brushing away the tears that still remained below her puffy eyes.

“Do you wish to show your appreciation for the punishment that you have been given.”

She nodded her head groggily.

I reached behind her head and unfastened the ball gag. The moment she was free of the gag, she sprang to life and engulfed my cock in one swift movement. The feeling was incredible. I had to catch myself to keep from shooting immediately. She may have not been able to find someone to give her the discipline she needed her in her past life, but one of her old boy friends had surely taught her how to suck cock.

I held off for as long as possible before pulling out of that wonderful mouth and blowing a huge load in her face. My head swimming, I stumbled back and slumped into one of the leather wing backed chairs in front of my desk. My little prize, meanwhile, was snaking her tongue around trying to drag every drop possible into her mouth. What she couldn’t reach was slowly drying on her face.

After a few minutes I had recovered enough to continue. I rose from the chair and untied her. I led her over the end of my desk spread her feet apart and tied them to the legs of the desk. I then removed a pair of wrist cuffs from the desk drawer, put them on her. Taking another piece of rope, I looped it through the D rings on the cuffs and stretched her tightly tying the rope off at the other end of the desk. She was now beautifully displayed and ready to receive the rest of her punishment.

I walked around to the other end of the desk and ran my hand over her tight ass. I dragged my hand down and inserted two fingers in her bare cunt. It was dripping but very tight. My next load of cum was going in that tight little twat, but first things first.

I picked up my belt, that I had dropped during the blow job and wrapped it once around my hand. This left over two feet of strap swinging free to do damage.

“I will not gag you during this phase of your punishment. You are to remain silent as long as possible, but I expect that you will be screaming before it is over.”

I knew that she would try to remain quiet as long as possible and I would help her by saving the severe slashes for the later half of her ordeal.

I brought the first stroke down high on her ass cheeks with about half force. A slight grunt escaped from her lips as it landed. I continued laying stripes down her ass and legs until the fifteenth one landed just above her knees. By this time her grunts had increased to moans and whines.

Taking a moment, I ran my hand up and down her ass and thighs. I could feel warmth radiate from every inch. I checked her pussy again with my finger and goose bumps appeared over her entire body when I drug my finger across her swollen clit.

“Now it’s time to get serious with your punishment.” I announced as I brought the belt crashing down with full force on the top of her ass.

“IIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHH” she screamed at the shock of the stroke.

I alternated the strokes between her ass and thighs as worked my way to the juncture of her ass cheeks and thighs. By this time here screams had disintegrated to blubbering and begging to be fucked.

“P-Please sir fuck me, do what ever you want, just don’t hit me anymore”  

“SPLAT”  “EEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHH”

With five strokes to go I asked her, “Do you want me to fuck that dripping cunt of yours?”

“OH YES SIR, YES SIR, FUCK ME HARD, FUCK MY BRAINS OUT, JUST DON’T BEAT ME ANYMORE.”

I now had my chance.

“I will give you two options.”

“Option #1, you will not get your last five strokes. You will remain tied to this desk until morning and you will not get the pleasure of my cock in your dripping pussy.”

“Option #2, you will beg for me to complete your punishment, after each stroke, you will beg for the next and after the last stroke, you will beg for me to fuck that needy little cunt of yours.”

I could see her mind turning. She was torn between the burning pain of her ass and burning need of her pussy.

“Please continue my punishment, sir.” She whispered.

“I beg your pardon, I didn’t hear you.”

“PLEASE SIR, WHIP MY ASS!!!!!!”

I smiled to myself as I drew my arm back. She was begging for more pain in order to get a fucking. Yes, she was focusing on her own pleasure, but she realized that pain and submission was the road to that pleasure. Later I would shift that focus to my pleasure.

“SPLAT”

“OOOOOOOOOOOGOOODDDDDDDD, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE WHIP MY ASS”

“SPLAT”

“OOOOOOOOOOOGOOODDDDDDDD, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE WHIP MY ASS”

“SPLAT”

“OOOOOOOOOOOGOOODDDDDDDD, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE WHIP MY ASS”

“SPLAT”

“OOOOOOOOOOOGOOODDDDDDDD, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE WHIP MY ASS”

Finally she was down to her  last stroke and the area awaiting it was the crease between and ass and thighs with her puffy pussy centered between. I knew the pain of this last stroke was going to be more than she had ever endured or even imagined.

I drew back my arm and delivered this last stroke directly on target.

“CRACKKKKKKKK”

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH,”

she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Her upper body reared up so violently that she tested the very breaking point of the ropes that held her in place. Just as suddenly she collapsed back down on the desk top and lay there sobbing her entire body quivering.

As she recovered, I removed my clothes and kneeled down behind her. I gently ran my tongue up and down her red and inflamed slit. This caused her to jump and gasp. As I continued those gasps evolved into moans and then into begging.

“Please fuck me sir, please” she pleaded.

I may be a cruel bastard, but how could I resist such heart felt pleading.

So I stood up nuzzled the tip of my cock between her pussy lips and buried my self to the hilt in one slow steady thrust.

“OOOOHHHH FUCK” she squealed, as her back arched and her head yanked up off the cool desk top.

I remained buried in her tight pussy as I felt the heat from her fresh whipped ass radiate into my thighs.

I slowly began sawing my cock in and out of her, gradually picking up the pace until, after a few minutes, the head of my cock was pounding her cervix with as much force as I could muster.

Her head was thrashing side to side as she blabbered, “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME………” continuously.

Finally, I could hold out no longer and the first spurt of my cum hit the mouth of her womb. Instantly, her body went rigid, her cunt muscles clamped down and she emitted an orgasmic squeal that no doubt had dogs barking for miles around.

My head swam as the last pulses of my orgasm left my loins. No longer able to support my own weight, I collapsed on top of her sweat soaked body. We both gasped for air as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobe.

An electric tingle went down my spine as my once hard cock shrank and slipped out of the warm tunnel that had just recently held it captive so tightly. After awhile, I had regained my strength enough to untie her and carry her limp body to my bedroom.

We both reeked of sweat and sex, but a shower would have to wait until morning as I lay her in my bed and collapsed beside her.  That night I slept deeply as she nuzzled next to me with her head resting on my chest.

Chapter 2

“Wake up bitch”, Elizabeth’s eyes flew open as her mind struggled grasp were she was and what was happening to her.

Her eyes focused on a blonde woman in a grey flannel business suit who stood above her with a short riding quirt in hand.

“I said wake up and get your lazy ass out of bed”. Suddenly Elizabeth’s thigh exploded in pain as the quirt lashed across it.

I had awoken about an hour earlier, showered and went downstairs to begin the day. Katherine, my assistant of the last ten years, arrived for work at 7:45. In those ten years she has assisted me in my business concerns, as well as supervising the several maids that I have had. A Domme by nature, Kat has, none the less, learned over the years that if she doesn’t provide proper discipline to her charge, her own ass will pay the price.

In her early thirties, Kat possesses beautiful long blonde hair and a body that will make a grown man walk into a lamp post while gawking at her walking down the street.

“Well did your new little slut show up at the restaurant last night?” Kat grinned as she hung up her top coat.

“Yea, she upstairs, still asleep” I answered while sipping my coffee and reading the paper.

“Well I guess I’ll just have go wake up the little princess.”

Kat growled at her new charge as she grabbed a hand full of Elizabeth’s hair and dragged her out of bed and across the floor to the bathroom. “We’re going to get you nice and clean before you go down to begin your day.”

Elizabeth scrambled across the floor on her hands and knees, doing her best to keep up with her scalp as she was dragged to the center of the bathroom floor.

“Put your face on the floor with your ass in the air and spread those knees apart”, Kat barked.

Elizabeth’s mind raced as she tried to shake the cobwebs from her head and wondered who this woman is and where her new master was.

As if reading her mind, Kat answered, “My name is Katherine, you will refer to me as Miss Katherine or Miss. I’m your master’s assistant, which means during the day your ass belongs to me.”

Kat removed several items from the bathroom cabinet. A large enema bag with inflatable nozzle, a very harsh looking long handled scrub brush, shampoo and body wash.

“Have you ever had an enema before slut?”

“No Miss” Elizabeth answered as the pit of her stomach tightened at the thought of it.

“Well you will get used to them, as you will receive one every morning. Your Master has instructed me to have both of your holes be clean and ready for use at any time.”

Kat then hung the enema bag filled with warm soapy water on a robe hook on the wall and knelt down beside her charge.

She lubricated the nozzle and inserted it none to gently in Elizabeth’s rectum and gave the bulb several quick pumps, causing Elizabeth to shriek in pain.

“We’ll have to work on getting that tight little ass hole of yours stretched out. I’ll pick out your first butt plug, after we get you cleaned up.”

Elizabeth contemplated the thought of having her rectum loosened; when suddenly Kat released the clip on the enema hose and warm water began it invade her bowels. The foreign sensation was not completely unpleasant at first, but as the bag reached half empty, the first of many cramps rippled through her gut.

“Please Miss, I can’t take any more!” Elizabeth hissed through gritted teeth.

“Yes you can and you will.” Kat replied as she roughly kneaded Elizabeth’s abdomen to insure that the water had reached every crevice of her intestines.

By the time the bag had emptied, Elizabeth was racked with nearly constant cramping.

Elizabeth begged, “Please Miss, please let me empty.”

“Not yet girl, the enema needs more time to work thoroughly. While we are waiting I think that I’ll begin your training licking pussy.”

Kat then removed her suit and blouse and hung them on the wall hook and then removed her expensive bra and panty set.

As she looked up from her position, Elizabeth was taken by the beauty of the woman standing above her. From the floor Kat looked ten feet tall.

Kat unhooked the enema hose, leaving the plug in place and dragged the young maid over in front of the toilet.

Setting down and sliding her hips forward presenting her hairless pussy inches from Elizabeth’s face, she asked.

“Have you ever licked a woman before?”

“No Miss” the young answered, still doubled over by the pain in her bowels.

“Well you’d better learn quickly, because I will not allow you to empty until you have given me an orgasm.”

Elizabeth stretched out her tongue and took a tentative swipe at the naked slit before her.

“You had better do better than that, or we’re going to be here a long time.” Kat chided.

Elizabeth realized that the pussy splayed before her was her only path to relief and began to lap enthusiastically.

Kat began to coo, “That’s it, right there, swirl your tongue around my clit.”

Elizabeth taking her mistress’s direction, worked more furiously to bring her to completion.

After a few minutes, Kat’s grip on the girl’s hair tightened as she approached climax.

“YES, YESSSS, OHHH FUCKKKK!

Kat’s ass arched up off of the toilet seat as her orgasm rocketed through her body as Elizabeth continued to lap at her pussy. Finally her muscles went limp as she slouched back against the cool porcelain.

With her head still spinning, Kat was brought back to reality when the source of her pleasure spoke up.

“Miss, can I please empty now.” Elizabeth asked with obvious distress in her eyes.

Kneeling down to the floor, Kat warned, “Keep that little hole of yours clenched tight. If any water hits the floor, I’m going to use that pretty black hair of yours to mop it up.”

Kat let the air out of the inflatable plug slowly so that Elizabeth’s sphincter could keep up with its decreasing size. Once the plug was free of her rectum, Elizabeth sprang to the toilet and explosively released the 3 quarts of water that had tormented her for the last twenty minutes. Only after she had expelled the last of the water did the embarrassment of the situation hit her. Red faced, she wiped her self as Kat filled the tub with near scalding water.  

“Get on your hands and knees in the tub, slut.” Kat barked.

Kat kneeled beside the tub with a dairy brush, a long wood handled brush with coarse scrubbing bristles that is commonly used for scrubbing the filth off of cow udders before attaching the milking machine.

“OH SHIT” Elizabeth squalled as the harsh bristles scraped across the welts on her ass from last nights strapping.

“Quiet!” Kat shouted as she brought the smooth back side of the brush down fiercely on the girls left ass cheek, adding a new welt to the collection.

Elizabeth tried her best to remain silent through the rest of the scrubbing. It was particularly difficult as Kat paid extra attention to her pussy and breasts.

When her body was uniformly pink from the scrubbing and her hair was washed and rinsed, Elizabeth was ordered to dry herself and get out of the tub.

As Elizabeth dried herself, Katherine gathered a straight razor and shoving cream out of the medicine cabinet.

“Set on the edge of tub and spread your legs wide,” Kat ordered.

“Why, what are you going to do to me now?”

Elizabeth only saw a flash of light as Kat quickly spun around and slapped her across the face and flicked the razor open and held it to her throat

“You don’t question orders in this house. You do what you’re told to do. Is that clear cunt?” Kat raged only inches from the girls face.

“Yes Miss” Elizabeth whispered, fearing that any movement would cause the instrument to lay open her throat.

“Now spread those legs, as you were told.”

Kat pulled the razor away from the girls throat and tested the edge by dragging her thumb across it. Not sharp enough to suit her, she walked over to the razor strop hanging on the wall and gave the implement a few quick strokes

“swick”

“swick”

“swick”

The honed edge of the razor seemed to glow as Kat flashed it front of the girls face.

“Let’s get that pussy of yours slick and pretty like mine.” Kat said with eyes gleaning like the razors edge.

Before starting to depilate the girl’s sex, Kat warned, “be careful not to move, we wouldn’t want to cut that pretty little pussy of yours”.

Elizabeth was afraid to even breath as her sparse pubic hair was scraped away and yet the fear caused her pussy lips to swell and her juices to flow down her slit.

Kat’s experienced stroke with the razor had Elizabeth’s sex as bald as the day she was born in just a few minutes.

Tossing a hand towel to the girl as Kat dressed and checked her make up in the mirror, “wipe yourself off, fix your hair, put on some makeup and be downstairs in 20 minutes and don’t be late slut”.

Elizabeth dried herself, put on a light application of makeup and pulled her hair back in a tight bun. Walking out to the bedroom she saw a pair of black pumps that had obviously been left out for her. This would be the entire wardrobe she would be allowed, at least for the time being.

Taking a last look in the mirror, Elizabeth hurried downstairs to begin her day and her new life.

The story continues. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. Email me at jake63@live.com or post a review.

Maid Elizabeth Part 2

Fearing she would be late, Elizabeth rushed down the stairs and gathered herself at my closed office door. She gently knocked on the door and waited.

“Come in Elizabeth” I said as Kat and I examined a pending contract.

Without looking, I told her to stand in front of the desk and that I would be with her in a moment.

As we finished our discussion Kat got up and said that she would be in her office, if I needed anything. I continued to look through some papers as Elizabeth stood uneasily in front of my desk.

I looked up to see my new toy standing with her hands clasped covering her freshly denuded sex.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked gruffly.

“Sir?” the girl stammered.

“I said, what do you think you are doing by attempting to cover yourself? Modesty is a privilege that you have not been granted. Whenever your hands are not otherwise occupied you will stand at attention with them clasped behind you. Is that clear?”

Quickly adjusting her hand position, Elizabeth replied “I’m sorry Sir.”

I rose and walked around the front of my desk and surveyed the naked young woman before me. Her petite body was even more of a vision than I had remembered from last night. I reached out and cupped her firm mounds that still showed a slight glow from last nights strapping. She winced as I captured her nipples between my thumb and forefinger of each hand.

“Are your nipples sore?”

“Yes sir, a little” she said with an almost apologetic tone.

“They should be, they have never experienced any treatment like last night. Just remember that as your training progresses they will receive much worse treatment.”

She gasped “Yes sir”, as I tightened my grip to emphasize my point.

I then released her right tit and slid my hand lightly down her flat stomach, leaving a path of goose bumps behind it. I felt a tremble go thru her body as my hand slid down to where her sparse pubic hair had formerly resided.

“Very nice”, I smiled, “you will keep yourself this smooth at all times. If I ever feel any stubble, I will consider it a direct refusal of my orders and you will be punished accordingly. Yesterday you questioned my commands several times and received mild punishment.”

Elizabeth swallowed the lump in her throat as she thought of 40 strokes with a belt as being a mild punishment

“As they say, today is a new day and failure to comply with my orders will be handled much more harshly.” I said as I slid my middle finger down her slit.

“Spread you legs girl”, I ordered and she unsteadily shuffled her feet apart.

She went up on her tiptoes as I slid my middle finger inside of her and thrust upward.

I leaned forward with my face just inches from hers. “Also remember that you are not allowed to cum or even touch yourself without my permission. “Do you understand?” I asked, tugging upward with my finger for emphasis.

“Yes sir” she gasped as I released the pressure on her sex and slid my finger out.

“On your knees”, I commanded

Elizabeth immediately sank to her knees, her beautiful green eyes peering up at me as I drug the finger that had previously been inside of her, lightly across her lips.

“Clean your juices off my finger”

I could see a split second of revulsion in her eyes, but remembering the warning that she had just been given, she engulfed the digit and begin swirling her tongue to clean it thoroughly.

I pulled my finger out of her mouth, unzipped the fly of my slacks and my member quickly replaced it in her mouth.

“O fuck”, I mumbled to myself as she effortlessly slid my cock down her throat and began to bob her head up and down so slowly that it was almost painful. I reached back with my hands and braced myself against the edge of my desk as she picked up the pace.

Elizabeth moaned continuously as she sucked and the vibrations from her moans seemed to travel straight to my balls. In a matter of minutes, I felt the tightening and the sudden release as I shot a load of my seed directly down her gullet. Elizabeth continued to gently suck and bath my cock as I regained my senses. I looked down to see Elizabeth with my cock still in her mouth and her eyes dancing. She was obviously quite proud of herself as she looked up at me like a puppy waiting for a pat on the head.

I had to admit, to myself, that she was a talented little cock sucker. However, at this point in her training a little humility would do her good. I wanted her to feel that she always needed to strive to do better at whatever task she was given. So, I simply returned my cock to my trousers, zipped up and returned to my chair. I opened another file and without looking at her and said.

“Go have Katherine start you on your household duties. Her office is the door across the hall.”

Elizabeth, still kneeling on the floor, was startled out of her blissful sense of accomplishment. Had she done something wrong? Why was her new master net pleased with her? Crestfallen and fighting back tears, she got to her feet and left the room, still wondering what she had done.

After composing herself for a moment outside of Kat’s office she knocked on the door and entered when permission is granted.

Kat looked up from her computer monitor and noticed the puffiness of the girl’s eyes.

With a wry smile, Kat mocked her. “What’s the matter, did we get our little feelings hurt?”

Elizabeth pulled herself together, determined not to let Kat see her cry. “No miss, I’m fine. Master told me to see you about my duties for the day.”

“Very well, at the top of the stairs you will find a closet with cleaning supplies. You will clean the master bedroom and bath. I will be up to check on you at 11:00 and everything had better be spotless.”

From Kat’s tone the girl was sure that she didn’t want to know the repercussions of everything not being perfect.

As Elizabeth turned to leave the office, Kat stopped her. “Wait, I think earlier this morning I promised you a plug for that tight little asshole of yours. Well, let’s see if we can’t get you fixed up.”

Elizabeth felt her heart race as Kat pulled the plug from her bottom desk drawer. It appeared to be made of black hard rubber and was about 4” long and 1-1/2” around at its widest point. The enema tip had caused her pain this morning; she knew that this larger object would be much worse.

Walking around to the front of her desk, Kat feigned disappointment. “I’m sorry girl, I don’t have any lube at the moment. I guess we’ll just have to use your saliva.”

Kat smiled as she stuffed the plug in Elizabeth’s mouth and began to work it in and out. She taunted the maid with her best little girl voice, “You’d better get it nice and wet so it does it does hurt her little bum hole.”

Kat yanked the plug out of the girls mouth as her voice instantly turned cruel, “Bend over, bitch, hands on knees.”

Kat then walked around behind Elizabeth and began to shove the intruder into the girl’s anal cavity.

Elizabeth’s voice rose in pitch as the ever widening taper of the plug began to expand her asshole. “Please Miss, please go slow.” She pleaded.

With the plug half way in, Kat told Elizabeth. “OK, we’ll stop for a moment.”

Elizabeth was breathing deeply trying to relax with sweat dripping from her brow. When, with cruel glint in her eye, Kat slammed the base of the plug with the heel of her hand, driving it home with one blow.

“AAAUUUGGGHHH” Elizabeth screamed as she fell to her knees, grasping between her legs in agony. She felt like she had been ripped in two.

As the girl knelt gasping on the floor, Kat returned to her chair and with a cheerful tone stated, “There, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now get up and go do as you were told.”

It took the girl a couple of minutes to regain strength enough to get on her feet. By that time, Kat had gone back to work on her computer and didn’t even look up as Elizabeth unsteadily left the room.

Elizabeth climbed the stairs, trying to adjust to the fullness in her rectum.  She gathered the cleaning supplies and set about her tasks. After a while the screaming pain in her ass receded to a dull ache, as she busied herself. She made the bed with fresh linens and blushed when she noticed the stain where her master’s seed had leaked from her during the night. All the while, she tried to sort out her feelings about her new life, the bitch down stairs and particularly her master’s recent rejection of her.

As she dusted the bedroom she began trying to put together a picture of who her new master really was. She noticed that all of the furniture was understated, but of very high quality. She founds several awards and plaques from various civic and charitable organizations setting around. Seeing them seemed to give her a strange sense of reassurance and pride. The man she has given herself to was, obviously, a man of quality and stature in the community. She resolved that she will make herself worthy of such a man and please him at every opportunity.

Also while cleaning the bedroom, Elizabeth noticed a picture of her master and a beautiful young women. The picture appeared to have been taken at some type of event, as both are dressed in formal wear. She felt a pang of jealousy as she pondered who this woman is and wondered if she was still involved with Master.

Realizing that her allotted time is slipping away, Elizabeth gathered her cleaning supplies and headed into the bathroom. As she closed the bathroom door, she saw herself in the full length mirror that was attached to the back of the door. She couldn’t help but smile at how silly she looked, completely naked except for a pair of black pumps and yellow cleaning gloves. She also saw her naked sex in the mirror for the first time since she was 12. It made her feel like a child and yet sexy at the same time.

As she cleaned each item in the bathroom, she recalled each indignity that she had suffered earlier that morning. The tub where the course scrub brush seemed to peel her skin away. The floor where she, on her hands and knees, received her first enema. Her next task was to disinfect the toilet where she first tasted a female sex and was finally allowed to release the enema. All of the memories were quickly getting the girls sex in a highly aroused state. She so wanted to roll on her back on the cool tile floor, splay her legs apart and strum her swollen clit to orgasm.

Just as Elizabeth was about to succumb to temptation, Katherine stepped into the bathroom to check on hers charge’s progress.

“About done?” Kat asked, standing at the bathroom door with the riding quirt in hand.

“Yes Miss” Elizabeth answered confidently, as she gathered her cleaning supplies.

“Well we’ll see about that. Follow me.”

Touring about the bedroom with the young maid in tow, Kat looked over the room for any dirt or dust. She ran her finger over every piece of furniture and checked each corner and crevice looking for any reason to chastise the new maid. Unable to fine anything out of order, Kat simply stated, “Adequate” and headed back towards the bath.

Kat again examined every surface for dirt or soap scum, but was unable to find any.

Stopping in front of the toilet, Kat asked, “Did you thoroughly disinfect this?”

“Yes Miss”, the girl quickly replied.

“I’m not so sure, prove it to me.”

“Miss?” Elizabeth replied, not knowing what she can do to prove the cleanliness of the bowl.

“On your knees girl”, Kat ordered, grabbing her hair and forcing her to the floor.

“Lick the toilet seat”, Katherine commanded.

“No” Elizabeth responded reflexively.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME SLUT?” Kat screamed her face only inches from Elizabeth’s. “DID YOU SAY NO TO ME.? WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT.”

A vicious torrent of lashes rained down on the girl as she twisted on the floor trying to cover up one part, but only succeeding in exposing another unmarked portion of her flesh to the quirt. As the lashes continued, Elizabeth begged for mercy.

SLASH!

“PLEASE  MISS”, the girl screamed as the quirt cuts across the backs of her thighs.

SLASH!

“ OOOOGODDD, PLEASE MISS, PLEASE STOP!!” Elizabeth pleaded as this lash lands squarely on her left tit.

SLASH!

“PLEASE DON’T HIT ME ANYMORE, I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST DON’T HIT ME ANYMORE,” Elizabeth begged, her resistance completely broken.

“OK SLUT, THEN GET UP THERE AND DO AS YOU WERE TOLD.” Kat panted as she gave the girl a kick in the side for emphasis.

With tears streaking down her face, Elizabeth got back up to her hands and knees and crawled to the toilet. Burning with humiliation and revulsion, she lightly dabbed her tongue on the seat.

Infuriated, Kat grabbed the girl’s hair and forced her face down on the seat. “I said lick it. You said that you cleaned it thoroughly, you should have no problem licking it, or would you prefer a few more lashes?”

Knowing she had no choice, she began to run her tongue around the full circumference of the seat. Katherine then yanked the girls head out of the way, raised the seat and ordered her the lick the rim.

“That’s right girl, lick that rim all of the way around. Be sure to run your tongue underneath it too. I’m sure that when all of that water from your enema blew out, some of it must have splashed up under there. I sure hope you scrubbed under there well.”

Fighting back the urge to vomit, Elizabeth licked under the rim as well, thankfully, tasting only the antiseptic flavor of the bowl cleaner. Katherine then pulled the girls head back out of the bowl and sneered at her.

“Well it looks like you got it clean, or at least, you’ll know to get it clean next time. Now get downstairs. The kitchen is at the bottom of the stairs and to the left. Fix two salads and some fresh fruit and bring them to your Masters office,” Kat said while catching her breath and straightening her hair in the mirror

“Yes miss”, Elizabeth said as she scrambled to her feet and headed to find the kitchen. As she descended the stairs, the burn of humiliation hurt her more than the plug in her ass or the fresh welts that covered her body.

Elizabeth fumed to herself. “Master never told me that that bitch would be in charge of me most of the time. I agreed to be his slave, not hers.” Still the memory of the previous night’s submission to her Master glowed in her heart and she resolved to herself to do whatever it takes to please him.

Elizabeth found the kitchen and quickly assembled the salads, cut some fresh fruit and hurried to my office. She knocked and waited with her tray to be granted permission to enter.

“Come in Elizabeth”, I said as I cleared a spot on my desk top for lunch.

As the maid approached, I noticed the red marks scattered across her body.

“What has happened to you?”

“She….” Kat started to answer, but was stopped by my raised finger.

“Go ahead Elizabeth, why are you covered with lash marks?”

Elizabeth replied with her head bowed, “I refused an order from Miss Kat, Sir.”

“What order did you refuse?”

“Miss Katherine told me to lick the toilet seat, Sir.” Elizabeth fumed.

“She ordered you to lick the toilet seat?” I stated as I shot an angry glance directed at Kat.

I was infuriated with Kat. It’s was starting all over again, even though she swore to me it wouldn’t.  She knew that her job was to simply see that the domestic chores are done. The training of Elizabeth as a slave was my role. Yet if I allowed her to disobey an order it would cause further problems down the road.

“Did I not tell you that you are to do as Miss Katherine orders you?” I asked.

“Yes Sir, but…” The girl stammered.

“But nothing! Your role in this house is to do exactly as you are told. Is that clear?” I said letting my voice rise slightly for effect.

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.” She replied as her emotions transformed from anger to shame.

“You will be! Tonight I will punish you further for today’s insolence. Now take that food away. I have lost my appetite. You may eat one of the salads in the kitchen and then go upstairs and enter the second door on the right. In the corner you will find a collar attached by chain to the wall. Put the collar on and clasp the lock. I will be up to get you this evening. While you are there, I want you to seriously consider your role in my home.

“Yes Sir”, the girl replied and turned and rushed out of the room fighting back a flood of tears.

Turning to Kat, I snarled “What the hell do you think you’re doing!”

Kat replied with her best attempt at an innocent look. “I was just making sure that she understood how important it is to get everything clean and sanitary in your home.”

“Oh I’m sure that was your first concern,” I said incredulously. “And I’m sure that you found some time, this morning, to make sure that her tongue kept your twat clean and sanitary also.”

With the look of kid who has gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar, Kat answered, “Well maybe we found time for a quickie.”

“Damn it Kat, I’m not going to let this shit happen again. You destroyed Maria, your not going to do the same to this girl.”

Kat felt the blood drain from her face at the mention of Maria. She knew that I still felt a lot of anger over what Kat had done to her.

“I’m sorry,” Kat pleaded “I let myself get out of hand.”

“Yes you did and you’re going to pay the price for your loss of control. Go get that quirt that you so love to wield and get back here immediately.”

Kat left and returned with the implement in hand and fear in her eyes.

Taking the quirt from her hand, I instructed her to remove her skirt and panties.  I then led her over to a straight back wooden chair in the corner.

“I believe you know the position.”

Sullenly nodding her head, Kat bent at the waist and rested her forearms on the seat and gripped the uprights. I flipped the tail of her blouse over her back and uncovered the milky white ass beneath it.

“How many times do you think you hit Elizabeth with this?” I asked tapping the strap against her cheeks lightly.

“I don’t know, maybe 4 or 5.” Kat replied to smugly for her own good.

CRACK!!! I brought the strap down with full force.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH, Kat screamed, not prepared for the blow.

“No, I think that there was more than that. Care to change your count?” I asked.

“Sir, it was probably more like 10.” She hissed as the pain radiates out from the sight of the blow.

“I think, from the marks on her body, that’s about right”, I said as I drew back my arm.

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

As each slash landed on her ass and each scream erupted from her mouth, I thought more and more about my beautiful Maria.

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

I continued to rain down the blows on Katherine’s ass as tears welled up in my eyes. All I could see is Maria lying in the hospital bed, clinging to life.

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

CRACK!!!

Anger surging through body, I remembered the morning that I returned to the hospital and found that Maria had somehow managed to get dressed and leave during the night. I never saw her again.

I gripped the strap and swung down on Kat’s ass with all my might.

CCCRRRAAAACCCKKK!!!

“AAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH”, Kat screamed and collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Standing over her, I trembled in rage. I then dropped the whip and fell back into a nearby chair. Seeing her skirt and panties laying of the arm of the chair, I tossed them at her and quietly said, “Get out”

In disbelief Katherine asked,” What?”

“I SAID GET OUT”, I yelled at the prostrate body sobbing in front of me. “YOU WILL RECEIVE YOUR SEVERACNE CHECK IN THE MAIL. GET DRESSED. GATHER YOUR THINGS AND DON’T EVER LET ME LAY EYES ON YOU AGAIN!

I leaned back in the chair and gathered my emotions as Katherine grabbed her skirt and panties and scrambled out of the room. A few minutes later I heard the front door slam and knew that Katherine, my assistant of many years, was gone. I didn’t intend for it to work out this way, but I knew that was how it had to be.

Setting in the chair, I began to think about how I was going to proceed with Elizabeth now. The steady progression I had planned for her training had been thrown into disarray.

Elizabeth Part 3

Tears flowed down Elizabeth’s face as she carried the tray back into the kitchen. She tried to eat some of the salad, but she could not. She was simply to upset to swallow any food. Had she ruined any chance of becoming her Masters permanent slave? She knew in her heart that he would send her away, deeming her unfit to serve him.

Giving up on eating anything, she dumped the food in the disposal, rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher. She was walking down the hall and paused outside my office door when she heard muffled screams and yelling coming from inside. She recognized the voices and wondered why Miss Katherine was being punished. Could it be that Miss Kat was being punished because Elizabeth had disobeyed orders? A chill ran up Elizabeth’s spine when she thought of the retribution that Miss Kat would extract from her for causing her Mistress to receive such a beating. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard yelling and footsteps coming towards the door. The girl scampered up the steps knowing that she did not want Katherine to see her now.

Elizabeth padded down the hall and entered the room that she had been directed to. The room had stark white walls, wooden flooring and was devoid of furniture. In the corner was a thin quilted pad on the floor and the chain and collar that she had been told about. The chain was fastened low on the wall and was long enough to allow the wearer to sit or lie down, but not stand.

The girl walked over to the corner and knelt down on the pad, facing the wall and the symbol of her enslavement. All thoughts of Kat and the repercussions to come from her actions this morning left her mind. Now her whole world consisted of 3 feet of chain, a collar and her Master. She reached out, tentatively, and ran her finger tips down the cold, heavy links of the chain. The fine hairs on her arms stood on end as she traced the tip of her index finger around the circumference of the steel collar that lay on the floor.

This was it. Elizabeth knew in her heart that this collar was the last crossroads between her former life and the total submission of her will to another. All that had happened to her in the past 24 hours had, in her mind, been play acting. This was real. Her hands trembled as she grasped the hinged halves of the collar and closed it around her neck. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might leap out of her chest, as she fumbled to manipulate the locking hasp. Then with an audible “click” it was over. She was a slave.

She lay on the pad, in the fetal position and wept uncontrollably. Not For the loss of her freedom or the pain and humiliation that she had suffered that day, but the fear that she would be sent away.

I sat slouched back in my chair the remainder of the afternoon pondering what had happened and trying to shape it into a positive path for Elizabeth’s progress as a slave.

I also thought about Kat. I guess I was loyal to a fault with her. After the incident with Maria she promised me that it would never happen again and I believed her.

I was nearly dark when I arose from the chair and headed upstairs to talk to Elizabeth.

She lifted herself to one elbow as I entered the room. Her make up was streaked down her face as she used her hand to rub the tears from her face.

I walked over to stand beside her and she immediately lunged forward and wrapped both arms around my legs and ground her cheek into my thigh.

“I’m so sorry Sir. I didn’t mean to disobey. I promise that it won’t happen again.” She blubbered in a continuous stream.

I reached down and stroked her beautiful black hair. “It’s alright Elizabeth. Kat was out of line. She pushed you to far to soon. She wanted you to fail.”

“No Sir, she gave me an order and I should have obeyed. I want to be a good slave, but I wasn’t and now you have punished Kat because I wasn’t. Now she will hate me and she should, I got her in trouble.” She continued to wail, nearly crushing my legs with her tightly wrapped arms.

I pried her arms from around my legs and sat down on the floor beside her. Pulling her head onto my lap I began.

“Kat is no longer working for me and you don’t need to worry about her anymore.”

“Oh no Sir, please say that you didn’t fire her because of me. It wasn’t her fault, it was mine. I should have done what she told me to do.” Elizabeth pleaded as her head rose up off of my lap.

“SShhhh”, I quieted her as I patted her head back down to my lap. “It’s a lot more complicated than that. I fired her for what she did to Maria and what she would have eventually done to you, had I not gotten rid of her.”

“May I ask Sir, who is Maria?”

“Maria was a young girl, about your age, who came to me about 3 years ago. She was high spirited and rebellious yet deep inside her was the heart of a slave. I spent many months taming that wild spirit with both the caress and the lash. As time passed she became the near perfect slave. She catered to my every need and misbehaved on purpose occasionally just to give me an excuse to punish her beautiful body.”

Elizabeth listened intently as I stroked her hair.

“When Maria came to me, she had just graduated with honors from business school. Kat believed that I intended to train Maria to be her replacement. That was never my plan, but Kat continued to see her as a rival. She also became more and more jealous of the increasing affection that I felt for the girl.”

“Sir may I ask a question?” Elizabeth interrupted.

“Yes”

“Were you and Miss Katherine ever…….did you?” the girl stopped, hesitant to finish her question.

“Were we ever lovers? Yes, when she first came to work for me, but, we soon realized that we each possessed dominate personalities and it just wouldn’t work. So our relationship became strictly professional. In hindsight, I see that Kat never gave up those romantic notions.”

“As my feelings for Maria grew, I could see Kat becoming increasingly vicious with the girl and I knew that I had to do something about it. I was leaving for a business trip and planned to sit down with Kat when I returned and get things straightened out. I will regret not having that talk with Kat sooner for the rest of my life.”

“When I got home from my trip, Katherine met me at the door with her eyes glowing and a bruise on her cheek.”

“What happened to you?” I asked as I turned Kat’s face to the side to get a better look at the mark.”

“That bitch of yours hit me.” Kat answered.

“Maria hit you. How did that happen?” I asked, knowing that while sometimes a hand full, Maria had never went that far.

“She just hit me, I was checking her cleaning, pointing out the things that she missed, and she swung around and hit me in the face.” Kat said, pointing at her face for emphasis.

“But she won’t do it again.” Kat said with an evil smile. “We had a little special training time in the dungeon.”

I felt my chest tighten as I asked, “Dear God what did you do?” as I rushed to the dungeon.

I burst through the dungeon door and stood there stunned, almost not recognizing what I saw before me. Maria was hanging there by her wrists, her head slumped forward, unconscious. She was covered with sweat and dried blood, as Kat had nearly whipped the hide off of her with the bull whip that hung on the wall beside the girl.

I rushed over and felt the girl’s throat for a pulse. It was faint, but she was still alive. I quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and raised her up. With my free hand, I was able to free her wrist cuffs from the hook in the ceiling. Her limp body slumped over my shoulder as I rushed upstairs. I wrapped her naked body in a quilt from the closet, carried her to the car and sped off to a private clinic that is operated by an acquaintance. Doctor Jeff Gordon had been active in the local “scene” for many years. I knew, with a little hush money for the nurses, the authorities could be kept out of the matter.

By the time we arrived and I carried her inside she was in shock and near death. The doctor and nurses worked frantically and were finally able to stabilize her and clean the many wounds on her body. For the next 3 days she remained unconscious as I stayed with her day and night. Then on the forth day as I dozed in the chair beside her bed, Maria awoke, sat bolt upright in her bed and started frantically screaming.

“I’M SORRY MISS KATHERINE, I DIDN’T MEAN TO, PLEASE DON’T WHIP ME ANYMORE. PLEASE, I’M SORRY!!!!

I sprang from my chair and hugged her battered body next to mine trying to calm her and keep her from pulling the tubes from her arms.

Hearing the commotion, one of the nurses rushed in and quickly injected a sedative into Maria’s IV. I felt the girl’s body go limp in my arms.

“She’s going to be out for at least the next 12 hours,” the nurse assured me. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest.”

I agreed to go. I had been in the same clothes for 4 days and had barely slept. I drove home showered and tried to get some sleep, but sleep didn’t come easily. Between my anger with Kat and my guilt for leaving Maria alone with her, I tossed and turned all night.

I returned to the clinic to find that Maria had awakened during the night, pulled the IV out of her arm and somehow managed to sneak out of the clinic undetected.

I searched for the girl for weeks and even hired a private detective to find her. It was fruitless. It was like the girl had fallen of the face of the earth.

I should have fired Kat after that, but I didn’t. She begged and pleaded and promised me it would never happen again. I wanted to take the whip to her, just as she had done to Maria, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t know whether I believed her remorse or if it was my own guilt for having left Maria alone with her in the first place. In either case, neither of us has ever mentioned her again, until today.

I suddenly returned to the present and looked down to see Elizabeth crying profusely. I gently turned her face towards mine. Elizabeth spoke.

“I’m so sorry Sir. I can tell that cared deeply for Maria. I will try my best to become as good a slave as she was, if you will have me?”

I smiled and rubbed a tear from her cheek with the back of my hand, “Of course I will have you and I’m sure in time you will make a wonderful slave. You don’t need to try and compete with a ghost from the past. But for now, it has been a long and emotional day, let’s go to bed”

I reached for the key in my pocket and unlocked the chain from her collar, leaving the stainless band around her neck. We both got up from the floor and I, taking her hand, led her to the bedroom.

As we entered the bedroom Elizabeth asked meekly, “Sir are you going to punish me here?”

With all that had transpired today, I had forgotten about my promise to punish her for her earlier transgressions with Kat. As I looked down into to her eyes, I could see need. I didn’t know whether it was the need for release or for redemption. The cause didn’t matter to her; she just knew that she needed punishment.

My brain, which had been in a fog for past few hours began to snap back into dominate mode.

“Undress me.” I commanded.

Elizabeth immediately sank to her knees and untied my shoes and removed them and my socks. She then reached up unfastened my belt and slacks and let them fall to the floor. The girl then nuzzled her cheek against my rapidly hardening cock as her hands slipped around and firmly grasped my ass cheeks. Grasping the waist band of my underwear she pulled them down and began placing ice cream cone licks the length of my penis. As tempting as it was to take advantage of her talented mouth again, I gripped her shoulders and stood her up before me.

Her tiny hands made quick work of my shirt buttons and slid the garment off my shoulders.

I instructed Elizabeth to stand at the foot of the bed as I collected the items I needed from the top drawer of the dresser.

I began by cuffing her wrists behind her and laying her on her back at the foot of the bed with her hips on the edge. Next, I placed ankle cuffs on her and attached each to the tall bedposts. This spread her legs in a wide V leaving Elizabeth very exposed and vulnerable. I reached down and began to wiggle the base of the butt plug that had been invading her rectum for the past few hours, causing a little moan to escape from her lips.

For despite the way it had been painfully driven in to her, as she became accustomed to the plug she began to be stimulated by its presence. Her breathing became ragged as I slowly slid the plug in and out. The girl was approaching orgasm when I removed the plug completely, eliciting a groan from her as her hips rose trying to reacquire the object that had just filled her.

I grabbed a light flogger and stood between the girl’s outstretched legs looking down at waifish body before me. Elizabeth’s body began to writhe gently as I slowly drug the thongs of the whip over her pert breasts. Her eyes widened as I raised the instrument up in preparation for the first stroke.

SWIP!

Elizabeth’s body went rigid as the flogger landed on her left breast.

SWIP!

SWIP!

SWIP!

I landed 3 more stokes in quick succession, alternating breasts, causing the girl’s body to twist and little squeaks to escape her lips with each slash.

Setting the flogger aside, I reached down and slid 2 fingers inside of her now dripping twat. She mewed as I began to massage her G spot, increasing the pace until she was frantically hanging at the edge of orgasm. Once again stopped short of allowing her release and picked up a pair of nipple clamps that I had modified by attaching a length of elastic cord to each.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you.” I said as I roughly mauled her right tit.

I attached a clamp to her turgid right nipple, eliciting a yelp, and tied the elastic around her right big toe. I tensioned the cord to provide a slight pull on her nipple. As long she didn’t move her foot or body she would be relatively comfortable, but any movement of her foot or body would cause the clamps to pull at her nipples. After I attached her left nipple in similar fashion, I plucked each cord like a guitar string, sending vibration down to the clamp, furthering her torment.

Continuing the girl’s punishment, I once again picked up the flogger and began to lightly brush it over her inner thighs and needy pussy. As the thongs drug through her slit, the fiction on her clit caused her to jump and curl her toes, sending a jolt of pain to her nipples.

I chided her, “Careful, if you wiggle around to much your nipples are going to get awfully sore.”

I then began to work over her inner thighs with the flogger. Beginning softly at first, then with increasing force I delivered alternating blows to her delicate skin. Soon she was twisting back and forth with the pain.  I became amused as I watched her poor little tits stretching out to cones of flesh and then resuming their normal shape as she alternately twisted and relaxed.

After her thighs had been thoroughly whipped, I stopped for a moment a Elizabeth caught her breath. “You punishment is over and you have bore it well. Do you wish to cum now?”

Grasping for air, she pleaded, “Yes Sir, please may I cum, please Sir”, bucking her hips in need.

“Yes you may cum”, I replied, “But only from the whip striking your pussy and only when I tell you to.”

“Yes Sir”, the girl answered, swallowing hard in anticipation of what was to come.

I began wind milling the thongs of the flogger as I inched them closer to her puffy lips.

Elizabeth began squealing as the leather strands began making contact with twat and engorged clit.

“O FUCK”

”O FUCK”

”O FUCK”

Finally, when her legs were strained so tightly I feared that she might snap off one of the bed posts, I granted her permission.

“You may cum now”, I said as I landed one last heavy blow squarely on her sex.

“OOOOOGGGGOOOODDDDDDD!!!!

EEEEEEIIIIIIIGGGGHHHH!!!!”

The girl screamed as the orgasm racked through her body with such force that she arched her body far enough to pull the clamps from her nipples, leaving her writhing in pain and pleasure.

As Elizabeth lay there panting and trying to recover her senses, I began to prepare her for my pleasure.

I grabbed a bottle of lube, squeezed a generous amount on my finger and began to lubricate her rosebud both inside and out. The first touch of the cold lube caused her sphincter to pucker tightly, but with persistent pressure from my finger I was able to penetrate her tight passage and soon her hips began to buck against my finger

I lubed my cock well and aliened it with her tiny hole. Despite for post orgasmic state, I could see a little fear in her eyes as I nuzzled the tip of my cock against her crinkled hole. With the exception of the butt plug that Kat had inserted in her earlier, she had no experience with anal sex.

Reassuring her, I said, “Relax I will start slowly”

She sucked in air quickly, as I started to inch my way into her cavity. I pushed in a little at a time and then stopped to allow her to adjust. After a few minutes of this, I was fully inserted and she was beginning to mew with pleasure again. Her rectum was so hot it felt like it was scalding my cock as I began to move it and out.

Feeling her muscles relax, I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist and began fucking her ass in earnest. Within minutes I was pounding her ass full speed, as she begged and pleaded to be allowed to cum again.

“PLEASE SIR, PLEASE LET ME CUM AGAIN!”  Elizabeth screamed as she thrashed her head side to side.

“You may not cum until you feel me cum inside your ass,” I panted trying to be heard over the slapping sound of my groin pounding against the girl’s ass.

After just a few minutes and with a final fierce slam into Elizabeth’s ass, I released into her clenching asshole. This opened the floodgates of the girl’s orgasm as her body arched and went rigid. She didn’t even breathe for about half a minute. Every muscle and tendon in her body strained to the breaking point.

Her body slowly settled back to the bed as she emitted a long.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

Still held captive in her rear passage, I leaned forward and braced my elbows on each side of Elizabeth’s panting body. Wanting to slow our mutual descent from the orgasmic plateau, I licked and nibbled the girl’s nipples, sending ripples through her body that I felt through her contracting sphincter.  

After we had both safely landed back to earth, I pushed myself back off the bed and untied Elizabeth’s ankles from the bedposts and helped her to her feet. Arm in arm we padded unsteadily into the bathroom for a hot shower.

Leaving Elizabeth in front of the shower, I walked over to toilet to empty my bladder. She had turned on the shower when she saw me in front of the bowl and quickly scampered over lifted the seat and gently took hold of my flaccid member and pointed it towards the toilet. Smiling, I released my flow and when done the girl gently shook off the last drop and led me to the steaming shower. In the shower, we thoroughly washed each others body and hair and spent several minutes hugging with Elizabeth’s face pressed firmly to my chest. Looking up at me, with the water cascading over her body and the gleaming stainless collar around her neck, Elizabeth said.

“Thank you for keeping me Sir. I promise that I will become a good slave for you.”

I said nothing, but smiled at the girl and leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. I turned off the water and we both stepped out of the shower. Elizabeth grabbed a towel and began to tenderly dry me as I watched water droplets slowly trickle off of her body. She knelt down and dried my legs and manhood. Then looking up into my eyes, she gently laid a kiss on my cock. I thought to myself that the kiss was not intended to be sexual, but rather a sign of her devotion.

Elizabeth got to her feet guided me towards the bed as she dried herself and pulled her wet hair back in a tight ponytail. I was laying in bed when she came over and stood by the bed.

“May I sleep in your bed again tonight Sir?”

Smiling, I flipped back the covers and said. “I guess you have earned that privilege for tonight.”

The girl shot into the bed and was instantly snuggled against my body with her head resting on my chest. With her finger gently tracing lines on my chest I fell asleep.

The story continues. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. Email me at jake63@live.com or post a review.

I awoke the next morning to the wonderful sensation of a wet, hot tongue running the length of my morning wood. Flipping back the covers, I saw Elizabeth’s smiling eyes looking up at me from between my legs.

Looking over at the alarm clock, I saw that it was 7:30. “Girl, it’s Saturday morning and you wake me up early. I had planned on sleeping in this morning.”

“You can go back to sleep, if you like Sir.” She replied evilly, and then slid my cock down her throat.

Straining at the sensation of being swallowed whole, I groaned, “No that’s alright; but you will pay for this later.”

I laid my head back on the pillow and enjoyed Elizabeth’s ministrations. She would suck the full length of my cock for a few minutes and then remove it from her mouth so she could lap at my balls with her poker hot tongue, causing me to twitch and squirm. After about twenty minutes of her attention, I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and rapidly fucked her mouth until my balls emptied with several viscous spurts. 

Elizabeth swallowed the load that I had given her and continued to clean my shrinking member in her mouth until she was satisfied that she had gotten every last drop of my cum. Sliding her body back up beside me, she laid her head on the pillow and grinned.

“Good morning Sir.”

“Good morning Elizabeth.” I replied. “You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

Looking at me coyly she answered, “What do mean Sir?, while batting her eyes.

“Just don’t fool yourself in to believing that you can get what you want, when you want it.” I said as I slid my hand between her legs and entered her moist pussy with one finger.

Elizabeth immediately closed her eyes, arched her back and let out a little gasp.

“Today, I’m going to teach you about control.” I said as I began to wiggle my finger inside of her.

“The first thing that you are going to learn is to control your orgasms. A slave girl must learn that an orgasm is a gift from her master. It is given for his pleasure, not hers. So far I have given you permission to cum when you asked for it. Today and from this day forward permission will be much harder to come by.”  I whispered in her ear as I slid another finger inside her and began to massage her clit with my thumb. Elizabeth’s breath became shallow and rapid as I continued to stimulate her sex, until she was panting and hanging on the very edge of orgasm. Her fingers clutching at the sheet beneath her as her head rocked for side to side.

“I can give you the pleasure of an orgasm if it pleases me, or………”, I said as I withdrew my fingers, “I can deny it.”

Elizabeth groaned and slumped back onto the bed as she slid back from the brink.

“That’s not fair”, the girl panted as her hips hunched upwards in search of relief.

“Fair has got nothing to do with it.” I said, grabbing her left nipple and roughly rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Fair means that I do what I want to do with you, when I want to do it. Now get up and we’ll start your morning routine.”

She followed me into the bathroom and again as I stood in front of the toilet, she scampered over and delicately wrapped her fingers around my dick and pointed towards the bowl. This time, instead of shaking the last drops off when I had finished, she knelt down and licked the last drop away with the tip of her tongue. I didn’t know whether that it was a gesture of submission or that she was trying to gain favor in order to be allowed to cum. It brought a smile to my face either way.

Elizabeth then stood up and put the seat down to relieve her own bladder. I stopped her,

“What do you think that you’re doing?”

“Sir, I need to pee really bad.” She said with a confused look on her face.

“Not yet.” I said pointing to the floor, “You know the position.”

As she knelt there, face on the floor, ass in the air, I prepared her enema, inserted the inflatable nozzle and emptied its contents into her. With a full bladder and now a full colon her discomfort came much more quickly this time. She was pleading for relief in no time.

“Please Sir; please let me go, please.”

“No, I don’t think so. I want to play with that hot little pussy of yours some more.” I said as I knelt down beside the girl and once again began to finger her pussy and clit.

Despite the pressure from the fluids that filled her, Elizabeth immediately was pushed back to the edge. She started rocking her cunt back against my fingers desperately trying to cum. Just as I saw her thighs start to quiver from her impending orgasm, I pulled my fingers away, leaving her sobbing at the threshold of release. Her mind fogged with lust.

I slapped her ass to bring her back to reality. “OK, I’m going to remove the nozzle. You’d better keep that asshole clenched tight. If one drop of water hits my floor, you’ll be shitting and pissing outside for a month.”

Remembering the shame of having to pee along side of the highway, she nodded her head and tightened her sphincter around the intruding device. After I had slowly pulled the nozzle out, I could she the girl’s rosebud quivering, trying to hold back the flood within her.

“Alright, you can empty now.” I said stepping out of the path between Elizabeth and the toilet.

With her arms folded over her distended stomach, Elizabeth carefully got to feet and shuffled with her legs clamped together over to the toilet. After setting down and with her arms still clutching her stomach, she leaned forward and released the pent up water in violent fashion. The girl dawned a blush that spread from her face to the tops of her tits when she looked up and remembered that I was standing there watching her.

“I’m sorry Sir,” she said covering her face in embarrassment.

“It’s quite alright; I have not granted you the privilege of privacy. Your body and its functions are in my control, not yours.”

Elizabeth first looked shocked by this statement, but as it sank in she seemed to accept and be comforted by it. She thought to herself, “My body really does belong to him now.”

As Elizabeth wiped herself and flushed the toilet as I as turned on the shower and we both climbed in. After we were both soaped and rinsed, I resumed Elizabeth’s torment.

She braced her hands against the wall as I bent her over and again started to finger her pussy. She flailed her wet hair up and down in anticipation of the orgasm that I would not allow to happen. Once again I removed my fingers from her and stepped out of the way and let the stiff steam from the shower head land directly on her ass and needy snatch. She began to gyrate her sex under that stream of water trying to stimulate just the right spot that would allow her to come. It was no use. I watched, smiling, as she slowly came back down to earth.

I steadied her as we stepped out of the shower and she began to dry my body. She tried to get my cock in her mouth as she dried my lower body.

“Not now”, I said pulling her back to her feet.

I would have loved to feel her warm mouth engulf me again, but in order for her to receive the maximum frustration; I would need to show restraint also.

“Fix your face and hair and then go down to the kitchen and fix us breakfast. I like bacon, scrambled eggs and coffee.” I told her as I walked out of the bathroom.

Stopping in the door way to look back at her, “I’ll out on the patio; bring breakfast out there when it’s ready. Oh, and don’t forget, you’re not allowed to touch yourself or cum.”

It was difficult for Elizabeth to even put on her makeup, as her hands were so shaky from her sexually over charged condition. Eventually, she was able to finish her makeup, pull her hair back in a tight bun and straightened up the bedroom and bath. When everything was in order, she headed downstairs to fix breakfast.

The preparation of breakfast went off with out any complications, other than the occasional grease splatter from the frying bacon hitting her bare breasts and stomach. She found a wooden serving tray and placed the plates and cups of coffee on it and headed outside. At the doorway, it suddenly occurred to her that she would be walking outside, wearing nothing but a stainless steel collar, in broad daylight. Glancing in each direction, she could see that the backyard was fenced and well screened from any neighboring homes. Comforted by this, she opened the French doors and stepped out on the patio.

I was reclining in a chase lounge on the patio, when Elizabeth brought the tray of food out. I sat up and took her plate and sat it at the foot of the lounge while I held mine in my lap. The girl gracefully sat on the warm paving stones with her legs curled to her side and waited for me to sample her cooking.

“This is very good”, I said after taking a bite of eggs.

Smiling, Elizabeth answered, “Thank you Sir. I was taught to cook at a young age.”

The girl then began to eat her own food. I noted the graceful manner in which she ate, despite that fact the she had to be very hungry, as she had not eaten in more than a day.

After we had both finished our breakfast, Elizabeth placed the plates and cups on the tray and stood to take them back inside. Stopping her, I instructed her to stand beside me as I reclined in the chase and began to run my hands up the insides of her thighs.

“Are your thighs tender this morning”, I asked as I patted the insides of her legs, indicating for her to spread her feet apart.

“A little Sir.” She answered, trying not to drop anything from the tray that she held in front of her.

As I slid my hand up and began sawing my index finger back and forth through her slit, I asked her, “Tell me what you were feeling when I was whipping you last night.”

Now visibly trembling from the stimulation my finger was providing, Elizabeth began.

“When you tied my legs wide open, Sir, I was very frightened. I didn’t know how bad it was going to hurt.”

Elizabeth stopped speaking and her tray shuddered as I slid my finger inside of her.

“Yes, go on.” I said, prodding her back to her description.

“When you first started hitting me it hurt, I know you weren’t hitting very hard, but it stung really badly.”

The girl began bending her legs to hump my finger slowly as she continued.

“But, as you started to hit me harder with the whip the pain began to change into a glowing feeling inside me and then when you told me I could cum and bought the whip directly down on my pussy, the glow turned into an explosion.”

The plates and cups on her tray were now rattling as she again approached orgasm.

For the forth time that morning I removed my finger from her sex before she could reach fulfillment.

“You’d better go put those in the kitchen before you break something”, I said casually, bring her back to reality. “But, before you go, kneel down and clean your juices from my fingers.”

Dutifully, she knelt down and took my finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. She noticed that the taste was not as foreign as it was yesterday and in this excited state, her own scent intoxicated her. As she sucked, one of her painfully hard nipples rubbed against my arm, sending a ripple of excitement through her body.

“Go clean up the kitchen. When you are done, come back outside.” I said, shaking her from her thoughts.

Regaining her feet, Elizabeth walked unsteadily back inside. She hurriedly put the tray down and braced her hands against the edge of the counter for fear that her legs might buckle under her. Her entire nervous system felt like an over stretched rubber band, waiting to pop. Clamping her legs together, the girl willed herself back under control.

Bemused, she thought to herself, “How can he get me so out of control? He fingers my pussy a little and I turn into a bitch in heat. Does he have this control over all women or am I just a needy slut?”

Retuning to the present, Elizabeth cleaned the kitchen quickly and fixed a pitcher of iced tea for her master. Returning to the patio, she knelt down beside my chair and handed me a glass of tea.

Teasing her even further, I reach down between her legs and lightly rub her engorged clit and say;

“Thank you for the tea, Elizabeth and breakfast was excellent, you deserve a little reward.”

Elizabeth instantly perked up, thinking that the teasing might be over and she would finally be allowed to cum.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Her shoulders slumped as I said, “you may lie out in the sun for the rest of the morning.”

“Yes Sir”, she answers dejectedly as she is once again denied orgasm.

Elizabeth laid back in the chase next to me and stretched her beautiful body out to absorb the sun. She looked like a Greek goddess as the warm sun began to cause droplets of sweat to form on her supple body.

We spent the remainder of the lazy morning dozing in the warm June sun. I awoke and looked at my watch and realized it was nearly 1:00. Elizabeth was still sleeping when I fished an ice cube from the pitcher of tea and knelt down beside chase. The girl began to stir as I slowly circled her nipples with the ice. Within seconds both became hard and puckered. Elizabeth’s eyes opened quickly and she gasped as I placed my warm mouth over the nipple that had seconds before been iced.

I began to nibble and chew on her nipples, causing her to wiggle and squirm against the cushion, as her excitement again rose. I couldn’t resist sliding her hips to the end of the chair so I could lick her aching little clit. I knew that I would have to be careful, it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge and ruin an entire mornings worth of teasing. I began by just blowing on here nubbin. This alone was enough to cause her body to go rigid. 

“Please Sir, may I cum, Please, I’ll do what ever you want, just pleeeeeaaaaasssseee let me cum.” Elizabeth pleaded frantically.

“Not yet my sweet,” I said as I lightly licked her slit.

The contact of my tongue and her clit caused her hips to thrush up violently, nearly busting my lip with her pubic bone.

I sat back on my haunches, checked my lip for blood and smiled, “I think that you require something to distract you from your needs. Follow me.”

Elizabeth, once again, was forced to gather her senses enough to walk as she followed me into the house. We stopped in the kitchen to eat a quick sandwich, while I told the girl of her next task.

“Shortly, I will take you down my dungeon.” Elizabeth’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of the word.

“Unfortunately, it has not seen much use recently and is in need of a thorough cleaning. You will clean it from top to bottom and if you do a good job, perhaps I will let you sample some of its pleasures.” I said as I stood and placed the plates in the sink.

“Follow me.”

We walked down the hall and into my office. I opened an inconspicuous door in the corner and we descended the stairs to the dungeon.

Elizabeth audibly grasped as I flicked on the light switch and the room was illuminated.

Scattered about the room were various implements of bondage and torment. As if in a trance, Elizabeth slowly circled the room lightly touching each item. She ran her fingers along the edge of the massive oak table in the center of the room, noticing the steel rings attached to the edges for securing the victim. She next ran her hand across the padded leather top of the whipping bench, leaving a stripe were she displaced the film of dust. She continued around room until she stood under a length of chain with wrist cuffs hanging from it. She reached up and touched the cuffs with the tip of her finger, but quickly jerked her hand back in fear.

Turning to look at me, she asked, “Sir is this where……………….Maria was……?”

“Yes, that’s were Kat whipped Maria.” I replied.

Deep in thought, Elizabeth continued over to the wall were whips, paddles and straps of varying severity were hanging. Then she saw the bullwhip. Knowing that it was the device that nearly killed Maria, she backed away from it as if it were a coiled snake.

“Will you use all of these on me Sir?”

“Yes, at one time or another each will taste your flesh. And yes, some of them will cause you great pain, but I promise that I will never let permanent harm come to you. Do you trust me when I say that?” I say as I lift the girls chin to look into her eyes.

“Yes Sir, I trust you.” And in her heart she meant it.

“Good”, I said as I kissed her on the forehead.

I then slid my hand back to her sex and began giving her directions. As you can tell this room hasn’t been cleaned for some time. I want you clean everything thoroughly and oil all of the leather straps and whips. I thrust two fingers in and out of her over heated pussy as I continued. If you do a good job, I will use a mild whip that will give you pleasure. If you don’t do a good job, I promise you nothing but pain.

“Do you understand?”

“YYess SSir.” The girl quivered as I withdrew my fingers.

“Very good, you’ll find cleaning supplies in that cabinet in the corner. I’ll be back in a few hours to inspect your work.” I said as I turned and started back up the steps.

Elizabeth gathered her cleaning supplies and began dusting the equipment. As she cleaned, her imagination ran wild. Each device brought a new scenario of torture and humiliation. As she waxed the oak table she imagined herself tied down spread eagle as her Master flogged every inch of her body from the bottoms of her feet to her tits. Each lash causing an agonizing stripe of pain across her body. The St. Andrews Cross brought visions of her strapped in place with weighted clamps tortured her nipples and clit for hours.

As she oiled the whips and straps, she imagined leather tearing at her flesh as she screamed in pain and pleasure.

By the time she was nearing completion of her tasks, her juices were literally running down the insides of her thighs. All that remained to do was clean the padded top of the spanking horse when it happened. She was wiping the leather cover with conditioner when she brushed her slit against the corner of the device. As her clit scraped the corner a shock wave was sent through her body that threatened to knock her off her feet.

Elizabeth was past her breaking point. Glancing to make sure that I had not come down the steps to check on her, she shifted around to the end of the horse and lay on her stomach across the length of the horse. Her right hand trailed down between her legs as her free hand pulled on her left nipple. Her fingers strummed her clit frantically as she muffled her moans to little squeaks in an attempt to not be detected.

What Elizabeth didn’t know was that she had been set up. I had long ago installed a web cam in the dungeon so I could monitor activities from my desk. I knew that the girl’s resistance would break.

When I saw what she was doing, I quickly ran down the stairs and yelled.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”

Startled, Elizabeth stood bolt upright and spun around and without realizing it still had her fingers between her legs.

“Sir I…I...” she stammered.

“Silence” I barked, “Anything that you say now will only make things worse. I can’t believe that as soon as you are left alone you start playing with that hot little pussy of yours. I told you that you are not to touch yourself without my permission and yet you disobey me.”

Tears start to flow down her face as she stood looking at me in shame.

“Save your tears, you’re going to need them in a few minutes.” I said as I turned her around and bent her back into position over the horse. After I had strapped her arms and legs to the legs of the horse, I grabbed a ring gag from the wall and inserted in her mouth, stretching her jaws to the maximum. She mumbled apologies through her stretched mouth until I inserted the penis gag insert through to ring and snapped it in place.

I walked over to the wall on which the punishment devices were hung. I could feel the girl’s eyes following me as I scanned the wall. I knew that I would use the razor strop on her, but I wanted to prolong her suspense.

I heard a muffled whine escape around the gag as I took down the strap and headed back to my retrained maid. Squatting down in front of the girl, I grabbed a hand full of her hair and raised her drooping head to look me in the eyes.

“I told that today you would learn to control yourself and your orgasms. You have failed. I told you that an orgasm is a gift from your Master. Instead of waiting to receive that gift, you chose to try and steal it. Now you will learn a lesson. For the first phase of your punishment you will receive six slashes with the strop. They will be severe. Do you  think you deserve this punishment?

Tears streaking down her face, she nodded yes.

I released my grip on her hair and her head slumped down to see the drops her tears were making on the floor. Strop in hand, walked around behind her and drew back my arm.

CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”  Elizabeth’s scream was piercing, despite being muffled by the gag as her head snapped upward. She had never dreamed of pain so intense.

I spaced the next stokes out so there would be plenty of time for the pain to sink in before the next slash.

CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”

CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”

CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”

CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”

The girl’s body glistened with sweat and her ass was covered with angry whelps as I drew back for the final stoke.

CCCCRRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

“EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”

Her body shuddered uncontrollably with sobs as her tears combined into a little pool on the floor below her.

I replaced the strop to its hook and returned to Elizabeth to remove the penis insert from the ring gag. She weakly raised her head and cried.

“I’m sorry Sir, I won’t do it again, I’m so sorry,” struggling to speak through the ring gag.

“Are you sorry that you disobeyed me or are you sorry that you just got your ass beat?” I questioned.

“I’m sorry that I disobeyed you Sir.”

“I’m sure you are, but to guarantee that this lesson is permanently etched in your mind, there will be a second part to your punishment.”

With that, I went over to one of the cabinets and removed a metal stand that held a powerful vibrator on top. I slid the knob of the vibrator against the girl’s exposed pussy and plugged the control box into the wall.

I told you this morning that an orgasm is a gift from your Master, now I am going to show you that it can also be a punishment.”

I then reached down and flipped the switch on the control box that brought the vibrating head to life against her clit.

“OH FUCK!  Elizabeth squealed at the sudden jolt of stimulation.

“Pretty intense isn’t.” I said as I unzipped my fly and slid my hard dick down her throat.

As I slowly worked in and out of her throat, I explained the girl’s torture.

“In a few moments, you will begin the climax that you have desired all day and the vibrator will keep the waves, what some women call a rolling climax, going until you think that you can’t stand it anymore. Your only problem is that it will keep going until each wave becomes a torment.”

As my excitement builds I begin fucking her throat more briskly.

“In a perfect world, I could keep your orgasm going indefinitely, unfortunately your pussy will go numb in about fifteen minutes and the orgasm will stop. The beauty of my little machine here is that after 15 minutes it will stop for 30 minutes, thus allowing your wet little snatch to regain its sensitivity and be ready for the next round.”

By this time Elizabeth’s first orgasm was beginning to grow in her loins. I was now fucking her throat at full speed trying to time my ejaculation with her first cum. Her grunts and moans had risen to high pitched squeals as I pulled out of her mouth and with a couple of quick yanks shot my load on her forehead and cheeks. I used the head of my dick to smear the goo around her face as she trashed against her bounds suffering an orgasm that wouldn’t quit. I held her head still long enough to get the penis gag snapped back in place and stood back and watched her prolonged spasms.

Finally the timer in the control box clicked and the vibrator stop. Elizabeth laid across the horse panting and unable to move. I grabbed her hair and lifted her sticky face up to look at me.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?”

Elizabeth nodded her head in affirmation.

“That’s good, and I’m sure that you will enjoy the next few. However, I’m going to leave you here all night and I’ll assure you that after a few hours they will become quite painful. I fact, by morning you will fear the agony that each new orgasm will bring.

Around the gag, she made unintelligible whines as her eyes pleaded for mercy. I told her to save her strength; she had a long night ahead of her. I gently let her head down, got up and walked out the door, turning out the light. As I was closing the door, I heard Elizabeth squeal as she was encased in darkness.

Elizabeth laid there strapped face down in the silent darkness ass throbbing from the strop and her clit aching for more stimulation. After what seemed like an eternity, the vibrator came to life. This began the ascent to the most earth shattering orgasm of her life, the previous record having been set mere minutes ago.

And so Elizabeth’s night continued. With each cycle, the orgasms became less pleasurable. I went down to the dungeon around midnight to check on her and give her some juice to keep her strength up and prevent dehydration. Her hair was soaked with sweat and clinging to her face.

I gently lifted her head, removed the insert from her gag and placed the lip of the bottle in the ring gag.

“Drink this”, I told her as I tipped the bottle to pour a little of the juice into her parched mouth.

“Thank you sir,” she mumbled and swallowed more of the juice, until she had finished the entire bottle.

I glanced down to the read out on the control box and saw the she only had a few minutes left before the vibrator came to life. Setting down the empty bottle, I snapped the insert back and eased her head back down to its drooping position.

Walking around behind the girl and ran my hand over her punished ass. The angry red whelps of a few hours before had transformed themselves to purple stripes of bruised fresh.  Her pussy lips and clit, however, were now inflamed as they nestled around the bulbous head of the vibrator.

As the vibrator kicked in, it was obvious that the girl was well past enjoying this treatment. Her jumped body and strained as if it was a red hot poker touching her sex. I nearly caved in and turned the machine off when she started emitting long pitiful whines. I knew however that this long painful night would teach a lesson that would stay with her for the rest of her days.

“You only have 6 hours to go,” was the last thing Elizabeth heard before I again flipped off the light switch and sent her back into her dark purgatory.

The story continues. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. Email me at jake63@live.com or post a review.

It was 6:00 AM when I returned to release Elizabeth. The control box had just started another round of stimulation as I walked into the room. The whines that she had previously emitted at the start of each cycle were replaced with a barely audible groan. I walked over and flipped the switch off on the box and pulled the vibrator away from her sex. The girl’s cunt lips and clit were fiery red and swollen from the nearly 12 hours torment. 

Crouching beside her head, I lifted her ashen face and removed the ring gag. Elizabeth tried to speak, but between her cramped jaw muscles and total exhaustion, all that came out were breathy whispers.

“SShhh, Don’t try to talk. Drink this.” I said as I lifted a sports drink to her lips.

Sip by sip she drank the fluid until nearly half the bottle was gone. Now that she had a little boost, I wanted to make one last imprint in her mind before this session was over. I walked behind the girl and lowered my boxer shorts. I knew that her pussy had to have gone bone dry several hours earlier, so I lubed my cock liberally and placed the head against her inflamed entrance.

“I trust that you have learned your lesson tonight?”

She barely shook her head and whispered “yes sir”

“Yes, I believe you have.” I said as I started to inch my way past her abused lips.

Elizabeth made little squeaking sounds as I gently moved in and out of her vagina. Eventually, despite her exhaustion the girl began to respond and I began to pick up the pace until I was fucking her with a steady rhythm. I was surprised when she whispered a faint.

“Please Sir, may I cum.”

Nearing my own orgasm, I began to rapidly fuck her pussy and told her, “Yes Elizabeth cum for me, cum for your Master.”

As I released my sperm, her head raised and I felt the muscles in her body go rigid as she orgasmed for the last of countless times that night. As quickly as her peak came, it was gone as she collapsed from exhaustion astride the bench.

As soon as my head cleared, I withdrew from her sex and began unstrapping her limp body. Picking her up in my arms, she snuggled her head against my chest and purred like a kitten as we ascended the stairs.

I carried her through my bedroom and into the bath and lowered her into a tub of warm water that I had filled before going down to the dungeon. She flinched as her battered sex met the warm water, but soon let out a moan of relaxation as I settled her into the tub. Taking a soft cloth with a squirt of body wash, I gently washed the sweat and sex from her body. I had to hold each of her slender legs out of the water in order to wash her feet and legs. She didn’t have the strength to hold them up herself. I then sat her up so I could wash and rinse her sweat matted hair, returning it to its normal silky luster.

Reclining her back in the tub I told her to relax and soak for awhile as I went downstairs and prepared an ice pack for her sore pussy.

She was asleep in the tub when I returned. Her eyes opened slightly as I kissed her on the forehead and helped her stand so I could dry her off and carry her to bed.

I laid her gently on the bed and parted her thighs so I could place the ice pack against her inflamed pussy. She jumped and hissed at the first contact with the cold pack, but quickly relaxed. Before she drifted off to sleep, she looked into my eyes and said, “Thank you Sir.” The girl then slept for most of the next 24 hrs.

From that day forward, it was as if everything snapped into place for Elizabeth. Her household duties were done flawlessly. I could see the pride that she took in her duties and herself as she glided through the house. The only downside was that perhaps my work suffered. I would see her beautiful ass presented as she bent over to dust the coffee table and I would have to put work aside so I could take one of her holes in that position.

Her submission grew in the dungeon as well. Elizabeth became more and more excited by the pain of the lash. Perhaps her favorite torment was being bound to the St. Andrews Cross while having her tits whipped with the heavy flogger. I would then place weighted clamps on her hard nipples and vigorously fuck her pussy, thus making the clamps bounce and pull on her nipples as she begged for permission to cum.

The only punishment session that I recall from that time forward was due to clumsiness rather that disobedience. While dusting one day, she knocked over and broke a small picture frame that was given to me by a business associate. It wasn’t a big deal, but I used it as an excuse to try something new on the girl

I lectured her thoroughly, pretending to be more upset than I really was, and marched her to the dungeon. I sat her up on the horse and tied her in place with her hands bound to the beam above and each ankle secured to rings in the floor to insure her slit was pulled firmly down on the beveled edge of the horse. Taking down a crop, I slapped her firm little tits and ass until they glowed red and tears streamed down her face. Elizabeth had ridden the horse before and while it painful, she had learned to deal with it. What she didn’t know, was that this time I was going to add a different twist.

Without saying a word, I left her astride the horse and went upstairs to the kitchen. I removed a hand of ginger root from the crisper, cut off one of the “fingers” to peel it and fashion it into a small butt plug.

Returning to the dungeon and held the ivory colored plug in front of her face and asked,

“Do you know what this is?

Elizabeth shook her head as she answered, “No Sir.”

“It’s called a fig. I could tell you all about it, but instead, I think I’ll just let it be a surprise.”

With that, I walked around behind the girl and pushed on the small of her back, thus tilting her hips and exposing her puckered little asshole. I slid the fig in and relaxed the pressure on her back allowing her hips to resume their natural position. Stepping back in front of the girl I noticed a confused look in her eyes. It was if she was saying, “Ok, what happens now”.

In about 30 seconds, her question was answered. Her eyes grew in size as the burning in her rectum kicked in and sweat popped out all over her body.

“O fuck!!” she shouted as she began rocking her hips to escape the icy/hot effect of the ginger.

“Remain silent”, I cautioned her as the sensation became more intense.

For the next 5 minutes, her hips thrust uncontrollably. She had never felt anything that matched this for intensity. As she reached the point where she thought she would have to cry out, she noticed that the intensity of the ginger tapering off. As the pain in her ass receded, Elizabeth detected a tingle in her pussy and clit. Knowing that the secondary effect of the fig was beginning, I grabbed a vibrator and slid it along the top of the horse until it made contact with her clit.

Elizabeth groaned as the contact with her button caused her to jump and land hard on her pelvic bone.

“Steady now. You’re going to hurt yourself” I warned her as I again edged the vibrator against her clit. I ground the toy against her sex for only a few minutes when Elizabeth closed her eyes and arched her head back as the stimulation brought her closer the edge.

While remembering my command to remain silent, she jerked her head forward and her eyes screamed for permission to cum. Finally, after seeing that see wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer, I granted her permission. She let out a long wail of anguished pleasure as the waves crashed over her body.

“OOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGODDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The French call an orgasm “le petite fatale” the small death. I think that Elizabeth would have agreed with that as she rocked back and forth on the horse and jolts of energy zipped through her nervous system.

The weeks went by in normal fashion, or as normal as they can be when you have a beautiful naked slave girl to fuck or whip at your discretion. Until, one morning I was going through my mail when I noticed an invitation from my old friend Tim. He was having a collaring ceremony for his new slave. I’m not really into BDSM parties and scenes. They have always struck me as being a little too theatrical and pretentious, but for Tim, I made plans to attend. I called Elizabeth in and told her that the event was a week from Friday and that she would be attending with me.

The girl’s eyes lit up as she replied “Thank you sir.”

I guess that I had taken it for granted that the girl had not been out in public since she had came to me several weeks ago.

“Very well then, I will see about getting you something appropriate to wear. You are about a size 4, is that correct?”

“Yes Sir” she replied. “Sir, may I ask, what type of dress is appropriate for this type of event?”

I replied, “You will see everything from leather and chains to tuxedos on the Doms. The slaves will range from completely nude to cocktail dresses. As this is your first event, I will find you something that is sexy but not immodest.”

Blushing, Elizabeth replied, “Thank you Sir.”

As the day of the event drew closer, I refrained from using any implement that might leave a mark during our play and allowed her to lay out in the sun a couple of hours each afternoon to replenish her tan. Perhaps I am a bit vain, but I wanted her to turn heads when we entered the room.

The evening of the event, we both showered and as Elizabeth was fixing her hair and makeup, I put on my tux and laid out the slinky white strapless dress and a pair of black, high heeled, strappy sandals that I had gotten for her. No, I’m not current in women’s fashions, but I have a friend as Sachs that takes care of these things for me.

As she walked out of the bathroom, Elizabeth stopped half way and her jaw dropped open when she saw the outfit.

“Sir, it’s beautiful,” she said as she rushed over and held the dress up in front of her naked body.

I sat back in a chair as she put on the dress and shoes as if it were her first prom dress. It struck me as funny that after being nude for weeks, it didn’t even occur to her to look for underwear to put on before the dress.

I twirled my finger and she spun around to show me the back of the dress. After seeing her nude for so long, seeing just her naked shoulders and long tan legs was quite intriguing.

So, dressed to the nines, we went downstairs and out through the garage. I opened the car door for her, got behind the wheel and headed off to the big event. Her smile beamed continuously as we drove down the road.

It was about twenty minutes to the seemingly abandoned warehouse that was owned by a mutual friend of Tim and me. We were met in front of the building by a valet who politely took my keys and a tip. I offered Elizabeth my arm as we walked through the entrance being held open by a doorman.

As we entered the building, Elizabeth stopped and audibly gasped as she saw the party spread out before her. She looked like a little kid seeing the circus for the first time. There were Doms leading their subs around by leashes, some walking behind and some crawling. Her eyes got wide when she saw one male sub that was being led by a leash attached to a ring through his scrotum.

Nude waitresses carried trays of champagne; each had a small, cup shaped, tip basket that was suspended by a chain that had each end clamped to their nipples. The guests, of course, all tipped with change in order to increase the weight that in turn increased the bite of the clamps.

I took two glasses from one of the servants as she passed by and flipped a half dollar in basket adding further weight to her already distended nipples.

She curtseyed and said “Thank you Sir” and then turned to offer other guests a drink.

Elizabeth observed, “I would try and get as few tips as possible, if I were them.”

“Don’t be so sure about that. These girls are judged by the amount of tips they get during the night. The lowest earners suffer a lot more than just having her nipples pulled”

“O” Elizabeth replied sheepishly as she took a sip of her drink.

We proceeded into the main room where we could the see the stage that the ceremony would take place. There stretched, naked, in an X between to stone columns was a beautiful young blond girl. To each side of the columns were her two, soon to be, sister slaves each also naked with their cuffed wrists hooked above their heads.

Elizabeth followed along behind me as we made our way to the front.  Tim stood there talking to one of his guests as he admired the displayed girl.

Tim excused himself from his guest and shot out his hand as we walked near.

“Jake, how have you been.” As he shock my hand. “I haven’t seen you for awhile.”

“I been pretty busy lately,” I said as I turned towards Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth, this is Master Tim”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Sir.” Elizabeth meekly replied as she held out her hand.

Tim wrapped both hands around her small hand and looked at me.

“Yes, I can see that you’ve been very busy. She’s quite lovely.” Tim said as he scanned up and down the girl’s body, causing a little giggle to slip from Elizabeth’s lips.

I stepped over to the three girls attached to the columns with Tim and Elizabeth following behind.

Fastened to the outside of the left column was Rebecca, Tim’s first slave. She is in her early thirties with long red hair and the slightly rounded body of a mature woman.

“You’re looking well Rebecca,” I said as I walked up to her.

Rebecca replied, “Thank you Master Jake, as are you.”

From the other column I heard a familiar “Hello Master Jake.”

Glancing around I replied. “Hello Kristine.”

Kristine is Tim’s second slave, a rather tall brunette with bubbly personality that keeps her in constant trouble for talking when she has been told to be silent.

“Kristine, I told you that you were to speak only when spoken to. Do I have to gag you again tonight?” Tim said as he gave me one of those, “what are you going to do”, looks.

I stepped before the columns to get a closer look at Tim’s newest addition. Stretched before me was a beautiful young blond. She possessed a taunt athletic body and full tits that begged for the whip. As I looked into her green eyes, I could see a hint of fear. I didn’t know whether it was fear of the torment that she was about to face or the commitment she was about to enter.

As I gazed upon the girl, Tim spoke up. “Jake, this is Anna. Anna this is Master Jake.”

“Pleased to meet you Sir.” The girl said in a soft voice.

“Pleased to meet you Anna.” I replied

Turning towards Tim, I commented “Very nice”

“Yes, I’m quite proud of her. She came to me about a month ago and has responded to her training very well. I was pleasantly surprised when I found out that she is still a virgin, well at least for a few more minutes.”

“You mean that you haven’t” I asked Tim skeptically.

“No, when I found out that she was still intact, I decided to save her cherry for this day. Of course her mouth and ass have had plenty of training in the past few weeks.”

I noticed Anna blushing as her intimate details were discussed so matter of factly. As Tim and I talked, Elizabeth walked silently around the three captive girls getting more and more turned on by their bondage.

She thought that each looked so beautiful. Having their hands tied above them made each girls breast rise higher on their chests and their stomach flatten out beautifully.

She daydreamed of being put on display in front of strangers, each one leering at hungrily at her naked body. Some might even grab and twist her nipples, while others would roughly thrust their fingers in which ever of her orifices they chose.

Deep in thought, Elizabeth walked away without saying a word and returned to my side. She was suddenly feeling very self conscious about the fact she was dressed. With the three girls on display and most of the slaves in the crowd naked, her beautiful dress somehow made her feel odd, as if she didn’t belong here.

Tim announced that the ceremony was about to begin and requested that everyone please take a seat. Arranged in a semi circle around the stage were plush leather winged back chairs, each with a square of white silk lying on the floor beside it for the slave to set.

As I sat down in one the chairs, Elizabeth asked me,

“Sir, may I remove my dress.”

“Do you not like it,” I queried.

“No Sir, it’s beautiful, it’s just that all of the other slaves are naked and I…..” her voice trailed off.

Smiling, I told her to take off her dress and give it to one of the waitresses to take care of. In a flash she was out of the dress, handing it off to one of the servants and was setting with her legs curled beside her on the floor.

I lifted her chin with my index finger to look into her green eyes, I told her, “You are the most beautiful slave here.”

Blushing, Elizabeth replied “Thank you Sir”

Tim walked to the center of the stage and began the ceremony.

“I would like welcome everyone and thank you for being here tonight. As you know, we are here tonight to initiate a new slave into my family.”

There was a polite round of applause as Tim walked over to the bound trio.

“For those of you who don’t know, on the left is my first slave Rebecca, on the right is Kristine and tonight’s centerpiece is, soon to be my newest slave, Anna.” Tim announced followed be polite applause from the audience.

Turning to Rebecca, Tim asked, “Rebecca do you accept Anna as your sister and do you agree to share both her pleasure and her pain?”

Rebecca nodded and said, “Yes Sir.”

Tim walked around to Kristine and asked the same question, to which she replied, “Yes Sir.”

He then stood in front of the blond beauty, who stood stretched before him.

“Anna, do you offer yourself for initiation into my family as a slave and do you offer your pain and your screams as proof of your devotion?”

Her trembling voice answered “Yes Sir.”

Tim then removed his tuxedo jacket and tie, set them aside and picked up a long heavy flogger. Walking first to Rebecca, he told her that she may scream if she needed as he drew back the lash and landed it with a heavy thud across the girl’s tits. A loud screech escaped her lips as the thong dug into her breasts. Tim had obviously decided that this was not a night for warm up lashes. As her tits absorbed the next five blows the thud of the flogger was follow by a piercing scream as tears ran down her face.

Lowering the whip, he walked over to Kristine’s column. Tim instructed her to turn and face the stone. Her hands already stretched above her, the girl had to tip toe away from the column to allow her enough room to turn around and present her ass for the whip. Once again five loud splats were followed by five louder screams.

As Tim walked round to stand in front of Anna, I glanced down to see Elizabeth. It was if the girl was in a trance as she watched the stage. I chuckled to myself at how staged and rehearsed to whole ceremony seemed, but it was obviously very moving to Elizabeth.

Tim asked Anna “Is there anything that you would like to say to your new sisters?”

In a trembling voice, she spoke. “Thank you for taking me as your sister and for sharing my pain.”

Tim drew back the flogger and landed the thongs squarely across the top of her tits

“EEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!”, the girl screamed

The next blow landed slightly lower catching the underside of her tits, causing them to bounce upward.

“EEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!” again her scream echoed through the room.

Those screams continued as Tim laid eight more lashes across the front of her body, stopping just above the girl’s knees.

Tim then sat the flogger down and released Rebecca and Kristine and ordered them to pleasure their new sister.

Rebecca dropped to her knees before the girl and began to run her tongue up and down her aroused slit, causing Anna to rise up on her toes.

Kristine stepped up behind Rebecca and leaned in to suck and nibble on Anna’s nipples.

Tim picked the flogger up and took up position behind Anna. Before applying the lashes to her back, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You may cum when you feel the kiss of the tenth lash.”

Anna nodded in affirmation as her head swam from the pain of the whip and the pleasure that was being supplied by her sisters.

Tim stepped back and to the side and laid the first lash across her should blades causing the girl’s head to snap back and a loud howl to escape her lips.

Between her sisters working on her pussy and nipples and the flogger, Anna’s body was writhing constantly as she screamed through the next eight lashes.

Flogger drawn back and ready, Tim waited until Anna could not hold back her pending orgasm any longer and delivered a ferocious stoke across the fullness of her butt cheeks sending the slave into the most intense orgasm of her young life.

Rebecca and Kristine, continued licking and nibbling as the girl thrashed in her bonds, until he legs could no longer support her weight and she collapsed.

Anna hung there by her wrists, her nervous system overloaded by the pain and pleasure of the past few minutes. Sweat soaked strands of her hair clung to the sides of her face as she struggled to reconnect with the world surrounding her.

Seeing that it would take a few minutes for Anna to recover and be prepared for the final part of the ceremony, Tim invited everyone to freshen their drinks and relax for a moment.

I looked down at Elizabeth and saw that she was still quite enthralled by what she had just seen. She was breathing heavily and her face was flush with excitement.

“So what do you think so far”, I asked

Here words coming in quick excited bursts, “Sir it was incredible……I don’t know what to say………It was frightening and exciting at the same time.”

“I’m glad that you are enjoying it.”

In a few minutes the crowd had retaken their seats. Rebecca and Kristine had given Anna some water and had wiped down her body with a cool damp towel. The girls were now it the process of strapping Anna down to a whipping bench that had been brought out to center stage.

After she was secure both girls knelt down and kissed Anna on the lips and stood to the side.

Tim began to speak again.

“Tonight’s ceremony will have a special feature. My little Anna came to me a virgin, tonight I will deflower her to make her submission complete.”

Tim stepped behind the girl, unzipped his fly and began to rub his cock up and down her wet slit as he spoke.

“Anna, do you wish to offer me your purity so that you may become my slave.”

Anna responded in a quiet voice, “Yes Master Tim.”

Tim then began to slowly work his way into her tight hole. The girls face cringed as each stroke brought him closer to her maiden head. When he felt the girl’s barrier, Tim pulled back slightly, grasped her hips firmly and trust through it.

A low guttural “UUUUUUGGGGGHHHH” escaped from the Anna’s core as she felt the searing pain of her Master’s taking of her innocence.

The crowd erupted in applause as Tim pulled out and wiped a smear of her virginal blood on the girl’s hip, validating his conquest.

Reinserting his cock he began to slowly slide back and forth in her newly opened hole, picking up the pace only after her grunts were replaced with whines and moans of pleasure.

As Tim pounded his new slave, Rebecca and Kristine stood each with an arm around the other tears of joy running down their cheeks as Anna crossed the last threshold to becoming a member of the family.

Anna began pleading to be allowed to cum as Tim’s thighs slapped against her whelped ass. Finally as he began to spurt his semen inside her, he demanded.

“Cum for your Master”, which she did in along wail of pleasure.

As both of their orgasms subsided, Tim withdrew from the girl and walked around in front of her. Without direction, Anna took him in her mouth and cleaned his shrinking member.

Rebecca and Kristine took this as their cue to go behind the girl and each lapped at the red tinged cum that leaked from her pussy as they untied their sister slave. The ceremony ending with all four huddled together as a family.

I looked down at Elizabeth and saw her face wet with tears.

“Sir, that was so beautiful. I only wish that I had lost my virginity in such a meaningful way. With me it was a high school boy on the couch in my parent’s basement. He didn’t know what he was doing and I……………” Her voice trailed off as she looked over my left shoulder.

I looked over my shoulder to see what Elizabeth was looking at. Behind me stood the girl Elizabeth recognized from the picture in my bedroom………..It was Maria.

Maria had heard the Kat was no longer in my employment and had struggled with the idea of whether or not she should try and contact me. She had been living a vanilla life for nearly three years now, but still kept sporadic contact with a few people. When she heard of Tim’s ceremony, she decided to attend, knowing that I would be there.

She had gotten there early and found an inconspicuous place to sit near the door. Her heart sank as we entered and she saw Elizabeth accompanying me. Her head was spinning. Feeling sick to her stomach, she slinked back into a dark corner. She silently cursed herself; she should have come out of hiding sooner. She had waited too long and now her Master had taken a new slave.

Maria continued to hide in the dark corner through the entire ceremony trying to decide whether she should come and speak to me or sneak out the door and try her best to forget her former life. Finally, as the proceedings were coming to an end, she summoned the courage to come up and speak to me.

She had stood at my left side for only a couple of seconds when Elizabeth noticed her and thus drew my attention to her.

Seeing her standing there, I sat in shock for a moment before springing up and wrapping my arms around her.

“Maria!” I said, squeezing her so tightly she couldn’t breath.

Relieved at my reaction, Maria returned the hug and said “I have missed you so much Sir.”

We stood there for nearly a minute, each holding the other tightly, as if we were trying to meld two bodies into one.

Eventually, I felt Maria’s grip loosen and I noticed her looking at Elizabeth.

Realizing that I had left Elizabeth setting there alone and feeling awkward, I stepped back and said, “I’m sorry, Maria this is Elizabeth, Elizabeth this is Maria.”

Elizabeth stood up and also wrapped her arms around Maria, not even thinking of the fact that she was hugging a total stranger while completely naked.

“I’m happy to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” She said placing a kiss on Maria’s cheek.

As I stood back and watched the two embrace, I saw that Maria was still a beauty. She was considerably taller than Elizabeth and still maintained the long coltish body that she had before disappearing.

Taking each girl by the arm, I suggested, “Lets see if we can find a quieter place to talk.”

We walked over to a small table in the corner, I seated Maria on my right and Elizabeth on my left. I motioned one of the waitresses over and got a glass of champagne for the girls and myself. I flipped a couple of half dollars in the girl’s tip basket, bringing a grimace to her face as the added weight pulled even more on her distended nipples.

Maria smirked, “You still bring a pocket full of 50 cent pieces to these things don’t you?”

Smiling, I quipped, “I don’t want them to get a beating on my account.”

I took a sip of my drink and asked, “Where have you been? I looked everywhere for you.

“The night I snuck out of the hospital, I didn’t know what to do so I called Jamie. He took me in and nursed me back to health. I couldn’t have made it without him. He spent many hours treating my wounds and holding me at night when I would wake up screaming”

Jamie was a male sub that I had seen a few times at gatherings. He always seemed to be a decent guy. I made a mental note that I owed him a big debt of gratitude.

Maria continued, “In about a month I had recovered enough to get a job. I waited tables at a strip club over in Jonesburg for about a year. The manager always said that if I got a boob job he would let me dance and make some real money, but I wanted to keeps these babies natural.” Maria grinned as she boosted her tits with both hands.

A sudden cloud came over Maria’s face as she looked into my eyes. “I’m so sorry for running away Sir. It’s just that Kat was beating me more severely each time. I should have talked to you, but she told me that she would kill me if I did.”

I placed my hand on her cheek, stroking her high cheek bone with my thumb, “I’m the one who should apologize, I should have seen the signs and known that it was too dangerous to leave you alone with Kat. I’m sorry.”

Maria nuzzled her cheek into my hand and turned her head slightly to lay a kiss on my palm. “Let’s forget all of that. It wasn’t either one of ours fault. It was Kat’s.

In an effort to break the somber mood, Maria continued her story.” Anyway, after about a year, I had scrimped together enough money to start day trading from Jamie’s computer.”

Seeing the look of disbelief on my face she quipped, “You didn’t think that I was listening to you a Kat talking and looking over your shoulder while cleaning? I learned how the game was played. Don’t forget that I do have a business degree.”

Smiling, I said, “I have no doubt that you didn’t catch on to the business very quickly.”

With pride she told me that she had supported herself for the last two years and had accumulated a respectable portfolio.

As we went on talking, Elizabeth was again mesmerized by her surroundings. At the table next to us, a sub with large tits had laid them up on the table. Her Master and the others seated there were passing around the table candle, taking turns dripping molten wax on her tits. When the wax had built up enough to insulate her from the drips, her Master would pick up the crop that was lying of the table and whip away the build up so the process could begin again. The last two strokes always involved smashing her nipples against the hard table top with the shaft of the crop, eliciting a muffled scream from around her tightly cinched ball gag. This had been going on since the end of the ceremony and her tits were much worse for the wear. The combination of the heat from the wax and the crop had turned them fiery red and her nipples had swollen and turned dark purple from being crushed against the table repeatedly.

At another table, the male sub that Elizabeth saw earlier being led by his scrotum was kneeling between his Mistress’s thighs lapping away at her pussy. She was tugging on the chain connected to his balls and lashing his back with a flogger in order to urge him on to greater effort and enjoying the vibrations that his screams sent through her pussy lips and clit. His screams were about to get louder as another Domme was greasing up a huge strap on and preparing to stab it into his rectum.

Maria noticed Elizabeth’s wide eyed wonder and whispered to me. “She’s still pretty green, isn’t she?”

“Yes, but don’t confuse her lack of experience with lack of heart. She was born to be a sub. She tamed very quickly.”

“Even quicker than me?” Maria replied in pretend disappointment.

“I never tamed you; I just made you safe to ride on occasion.” I chided Maria.

“Yeah right,” Maria laughed and gave me a playful shove on the shoulder. “I have to use the restroom. I’ll be back in a minute. Elizabeth, do you need to go?”

Snapping out of her trance, Elizabeth answered, yes and got up to follow her.

I watched as the two girls made their way to the restroom, one naked except for her stainless collar and the other in an elegant cocktail dress, but both equally lovely.

As they entered the ladies room, Elizabeth was startled at the sight of a naked slave girl kneeling next to the wall with her mouth open and a sign around her neck that said “Toilet”

Maria raised her eyebrows, pointed at the kneeling slave and asked, “Care to give it a try?”

Blushing bright red, Elizabeth shook her head and darted into one of the stalls. Maria, having seen it all before, stood in front of the slave, raised up her skirt and pushed her pussy forward to meet the girl’s eager mouth.

Speaking through the partition to Elizabeth, Maria laughed, “You really should try this, it feels great and there’s no irritation from that cheap toilet paper they have here.”

With the slave girl’s mouth firmly clamped in place Maria released her hot piss in controlled spurts that allowed the girl to swallow each mouthful without dripping any on the floor. When Maria’s bladder was empty, the girl ran her tongue up Maria’s slit with a broad stroke to ensure that no drops remained. The girl finished with a quick swipe to Maria’s clit, sending a shutter through her body.

Elizabeth was exiting the stall as Maria stepped back and let her dress fall back in place.

Returning her head to its bowed position, the slave thanked Maria for allowing her to drink her piss and quietly awaited her next opportunity.

Maria and Elizabeth stepped up to the mirror to check their appearance and began talking to each others reflection.

Maria looked into Elizabeth’s eyes and said, “Your Master is quite fond of you, I can tell.”

“Yes but he still loves you, I have known that since the first time he told me about you.” Elizabeth said, trying to fight back tears. “He still has your picture hanging in his bedroom.”

With that, tears began freely flowing down Elizabeth’s face. Maria, seeing the girl’s distress pulled the shorter girl to her chest in a motherly fashion.

“Don’t cry honey, its going to be alright.”

Stuttering through her tears, Elizabeth cried, “NNNo it, it, won’t, now that you’re back, he will, he will, send me away,” bursting into uncontrolled sobs.

“No he won’t, I won’t let that happen. Besides we don’t even know if he’ll want me back, after I ran away.” Maria said as she stroked the girl’s hair.

Elizabeth raised her head off a Maria’s chest and looked up into her eyes and said, “Yes he will, I know he will want you back.”

Maria kissed the girl on the forehead and smiled, “Well then I guess he’s just going to have to keep both of us. Now dry your face and let’s get back out there.”

I was sitting at the table watching the circus when the girls returned. I could see from Elizabeth’s red puffy eyes that something was the matter.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I stood up.

“She’s just a little upset.” Maria said as she helped Elizabeth back into her seat. “She thinks that now that I’m back in the picture, you will send her away.”

“Are you back in the picture? Do you want to come back?”

“If you will have me, Sir?” Maria replied with her eyes downcast.

In my joy to see Maria again, I hadn’t even considered the implications to Elizabeth’s and my arrangement or how she was probably feeling very threatened by the situation. I sat back and thought for a minute not knowing if I could give two slaves the attention that they both would need and if not which one would I keep?

I asked Maria to excuse us for a moment and she got up and walked over to talk to a female slave that she knew, all the while keeping one eye on Elizabeth and me.

I looked up at Elizabeth and said “I’m sorry Elizabeth. I have not been considerate of your feelings. Maria wants to come back to be my slave. This is not the arrangement that you agreed to. Would you agree to having Maria as your sister slave? If you an objection, please say so and things will remain as they are now.

Elizabeth’s heart was pounding in her chest as her mind raced. She knew that if she objected, I would always hold it against her. She could see the love for Maria in my eyes. Even though I said that things would remain the same, she knew in her heart that they couldn’t. Elizabeth also realized that, even though they had only met less than an hour ago, she loved Maria too.

With that, she took a deep breath, looked directly in my eyes and said, “Sir, I would love to have Maria as my sister slave.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as I signaled for Maria to return to the table. I would have held to my promise, if Elizabeth had not agreed to Maria’s returning, but I also knew that I would have never gotten her off my mind.

As walked over and began to sit down, I said, “Stop”

Maria looked crest fallen, thinking she was about to be sent away.

“If you’re going to be my slave again, I expect you to be naked just like your sister.” I smiled.

Maria erupted with joy, throwing her arms around me and planting her lips on mine. Our tongues danced together in a passionate kiss for nearly a minute before she broke the embrace and rushed over to Elizabeth.

She knelt in front of her, took Elizabeth’s hands in hers and said, “Thank you for agreeing to let me return and I am proud to be your sister.” She then leaned forward and planted an equally passionate kiss on Elizabeth’s lips.

Elizabeth had never kissed a girl before and was uncomfortable for a second until the feeling of Maria’s soft lips and probing tongue sent a tingle traveling down her spine and resonating in her clit. She gasped to regain her breath, as Maria stood and turned her back to her so that she might unzip her dress. Elizabeth’s fingers trembled as she tried to gasp the zipper’s tiny tab. Finally she was able the capture the tab between her thumb and forefinger, pulling down to free her new sister from the dress.

After the dress had dropped to the floor, Maria did her best model poses.

Looking at Elizabeth she quipped, “He’s just doing this to make sure I haven’t let myself go over the past three years.” As she jutted her ass out in my direction.

“You’re damn right,” I said as I placed a firm smack on her left ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on her flesh and eliciting a yelp from the girl.

“Your body doesn’t concern me; it’s that cheeky mouth of yours that will require some work.” I said as Maria sat down.

We sat there and talked for the next hour.  I recounted the standard rules to Maria and added one last rule for both girls.

“You two will be equals, neither one junior nor senior to the other. I said as both girls nodded in agreement.

With the ground rules set out, we relaxed, chatted and watched the show. Everything was going well until a loud “CRACK” echoed through to room, causing Maria to nearly jump out of her skin.

In the front of the room, a sadistic Dom named James had stretched his own slave between the stone pillars and was proceeding to skin her alive with an eight foot bullwhip. Each slash cut another bloody stripe across her already scarred body, which was nothing but a bag of bones due to years of mistreatment by James.

Each crack of the whip and piercing scream took Maria back to her weekend with Kat and closer to emotional breakdown. I saw her increasing distress and announced that it was time to leave,

“Let’s get out of here. Elizabeth will you take Maria’s dress and go get your own. We’ll meet you be the door,” I said as I helped Maria up and with my arm around her, to steady her, we made our way to the door.

In a moment, Elizabeth was there with both dresses and we headed out the door. Neither girl considered the fact that they were naked, as we stood on the curb waiting for the attendant to bring up my car. The young man pulled up and opened the passenger door. He gave an approving nod as I folded the seat forward and told Elizabeth to ride with Maria in the back to help comfort her.

As we pulled away, I looked in the rearview mirror to see the Elizabeth had cradled Maria’s head to her breast and was stroking the distraught girl’s hair while kissing the top of her head.

“It’s alright, nothing bad will ever happen to you again. Master will take care of us.” Elizabeth said as she rocked the girl like a baby.

As the miles rolled by, Maria settled down and the two girls began to tenderly kiss. Nothing sexual at first, but as things progressed each of their tongues began to probe the other’s mouth as their hands began to explore the other’s nipples and pussy.

We were nearly home when I looked in the mirror to see both girls grinding their pussy against the other’s fingers in quest of an orgasm.

I spoke up, “Hey back there, remember that neither of you has permission to cum.”

They groaned in unison as they broke their embrace and sat back in the seats with their legs splayed open to cool their overheated pussies.

“You’re mean,” Maria blurted out.

“No, I’m cruel, there’s a difference.” I smirked as I drove up the drive and into the garage.

I got out of the car and folded the seat forward to release the two girls from the back seat. As they climbed out I unlocked the door to the house and held it open for them. The two acted like school girls as they burst through the door and chased each other, squealing up the steps.

I shook my head, wondering if I could handle these two at the same time, as I dropped my keys on the counter and checked the answering machine. I heard giggling as I climbed the stairs that quieted as I reached the top landing.

I opened the bedroom door to find the room lit only with candles and my two beautiful slave girls kneeling in the center of the room. As I walked up and stood before them, they rose and began undressing me. Each grabbed a lapel of my jacket and slid it off of my shoulders. Then Elizabeth knelt back down and began removing my shoes and socks as Maria worked on the buttons of my shirt. When each had completed their task, they each knelt in front of my and unfastened my trousers and helped me step out of then. They nodded in unison to each other as they bent forward and kissed the tops of my feet. The girls then began to run their tongues up the insides of my legs. Maria on the left, Elizabeth on the right, they slowly inched their up until they brought me up on me toes by

flicking their hot tongues at my balls. They then each placed their lips at the base of my cock and slid outward until those hot tongues were flicking at my glands. Just as I was about to shoot my load they each jumped up and ran over to the side of the bed. Both girls bent over at the waist with legs spread wide and rested their heads on the bed, leaving me with the sight of two beautifully presented asses. It was obvious that they girls had done some hasty planning as a leather flogger lay beside them, ready for use.

Before picking up the flogger, I ran my index fingers through the girls’ slits simultaneously, bringing then up on their toes in anticipation. Turning to Maria, I slid two fingers into her soaking cunt, which was just as hot and slick as I remembered. I began slowly pumping and twisting them in and out bringing mews of appreciation from Maria. As her excitement grew, I angled my fingers downward and began banging my finger tips against her G spot until she was near coming. Not wanting her to orgasm yet, I stopped all movement for a few seconds and then slowly started to drag my fingers out of her hole. She moaned in despair as her cunt muscles desperately gripped my fingers trying to prevent their exit. I placed my juice covered finger in front of Elizabeth’s mouth and told her to clean her sister’s juices from my fingers.

Elizabeth lovingly licked and sucked my fingers until all trace of the juices were gone. I withdrew my fingers from her mouth and placed them in her pussy, giving it the same treatment as I had Maria’s. I continued jabbing my fingers into the girl until she too hovered on the edge of orgasm.

Not being as thoroughly trained as Maria, Elizabeth tried begging for release.

“Please Sir, please let me cum.”

“Not yet.” I replied, “I’m going to whip your pretty little asses first.

I slowly withdrew my fingers from Elizabeth’s tight pussy and presented them to Maria for cleaning. The girl sucked and moaned sensually until her sister’s juice were gone and then slid her head over beside Elizabeth’s and they again locked in a passionate kiss.

The sight of those two little asses wiggling as the girls exchanged the taste of each others juices was more than I could take. Stepping back, I picked up the flogger and laid a stroke on each of their asses.

“Umpff,” each girl grunted into the other’s mouth as the leather fingers came crashing down, producing the first of many crimson streaks across their ivory colored butts.

As I continued alternating the strokes the girls grunts turned to squeals and then to screeches, but never did they break their kiss. Both girls’ asses wiggled and their hips twisted to alleviate the pain and trying to induce some type of stimulation to their engorged clits. After I had delivered five strokes each to their glowing asses, it was time for the finale. I began wind milling the throngs and landed an upward blow between Maria’s wide spread legs.

“SPLAT” it slammed against her pussy.

“IIIIIEEEEGGGGHHH” she screamed into Elizabeth’s mouth, her legs buckling as her pussy exploded in pain. She knew she was to hold her position and fought mightily the urge to clamp her legs shut.

As I shifted over behind her, Elizabeth grasped Maria’s hand like a vise as she prepared for the blow that she knew was about to land on her own sex.

“SPLAT”

“IIIEEEGGGHH” Elizabeth screamed, but she wasn’t able to maintain her stance as her sister had done. The girl instantly clamped her knees together and danced in little steps trying to alleviate the fiery pain shooting from her battered pussy. I probably should have made her take another stroke for her breech, but I was feeling benevolent. Actually, I was horny and needed to get my cock in one of them before my balls exploded.

I directed Elizabeth to lie face up across the bed, with her head at the very edge. Guiding Maria by the hips, I placed her; still standing, straddling Elizabeth’s face and bent over so they were in a 69 position.

I stood back and watched, as the girls’ tongues began burrowing into each other’s slits, lapping each other’s juices like there was no tomorrow. As this was only Elizabeth’s second attempt at eating pussy, she began to mirror exactly what Maria was doing to her. Maria sensed this and playfully decided to make it a challenge for Elizabeth to keep up. She lightly gripped the girl’s clit between her teeth and began rapidly fluttering her tongue against it like a boxer using a speed bag. This sensation was unlike any other Elizabeth had ever felt. Maria’s technique was so intense that her victim couldn’t concentrate enough to mirror it. She simply wrapped her arms around Maria’s waist and pulled her pussy down over her mouth and squealed against her pussy lips and clit.

This being a special night and knowing that Elizabeth wouldn’t last much longer, I told them both that they could cum as much as the wanted. I don’t know whether it was from my having granted permission or if it would have happened anyway, but Elizabeth instantly plunged into a shrieking climax. She clawed at Maria’s whelped ass as the waves of pleasure shot through her body.

As Elizabeth recovered, I aligned my raging hard on with Maria’s pussy and slowly slid in to the hilt. I remained motionless as the girl’s cunt muscles contracted and relaxed in an undulating manner.

God! I had forgotten what a wonderfully talented pussy Maria had and to add to my bliss, Elizabeth had recovered and began to snake her tongue out to lap at my ball sack.

I began to stroke in and out of Maria’s pussy as Elizabeth went back to work on her clit. Wanting her to concentrate on her own pleasure, I twisted my hand in Maria’s long blond hair and pulled her head back away from Elizabeth’s pussy.

As I began to plunge into her pussy with more force, she began to chant.

“O God, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Fuck me.”

“Harder”

“FUCK ME”

“HARDER”

”HARDER”

”OOOOO FFFFUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!!,” she screamed as her orgasm short circuited her nervous system and she gushed her juices over Elizabeth’s face and mouth

Feeling my balls tighten, I pushed Maria forward, her body collapsing on Elizabeth. I aimed my cock at Elizabeth’s uncovered mouth and with a couple of quick plunges, filled it with my seed and collapsed beside them on the bed.

Elizabeth rolled Maria’s limp panting body off of her and turned around to lie beside her. Gently taking Maria’s face in her hands, she placed her lips on Maria’s and they kissed, sharing my load of cum between them as their tongues swirled together and then they collapsed back on the with satisfied grins on their faces.

Our three sweaty, exhausted bodies lay together on the bed for nearly twenty minutes as our heads swam. Finally Elizabeth sat up and grabbing each of our hands drug us to the bathroom for a relaxing shower. The girls took turns soaping and rinsing each others bodies before gently washing me from head to toe. After the shower we dried and headed back to bed.

I lay in bed, with Maria on my right shoulder and Elizabeth on my left, stroking their damp hair. The girls stretched their necks across my chest to give each other a good night kiss and then slid up to kiss me on each cheek.

In unison the said “Good night Sir”

I replied “Good night Ladies”

I drifted off to sleep that night knowing that I was the luckiest man in the world.

Elizabeth 7

I awoke the next morning to the sensation of two hot, wet tongues flicking at my nipples. I opened my eyes to see two beautiful girls looking up at me as they licked and lightly nibbled at my sensitive nipples.

In unison they greeting me, “Good morning Sir,” and then went back to work pleasuring me.

They simultaneously began kissing and licking their way down my arms, pausing to pay particular attention to the crease of my elbow, which tickled and felt sexy enough to make me squirm, before continuing down my forearms.  They paid loving attention to the palms of my hands as they swirled their tongues around, sending shivers down my spine.

I didn’t know whether they had whispered to work out their plan before waking me, or they were just following each other’s lead. At this point, I didn’t care. The sensation of their coordinated efforts was incredible.

Leaving my hands Maria and Elizabeth nuzzled against the sides of my rib cage and began licking and kissing their way down my ribs and abdomen until they were both licking just inside of my hip bones. Their tongues were sending jolts of electricity through my body with each swirl.

At this point my dick was painfully hard and I would have liked nothing better than to grab one of the girls by the hair and force her mouth over my ready cock. I resisted temptation and let them continue their loving attention.

The girls avoided touching my cock in any way and kissed and licked their way down my hairy thighs. When they got to my knees, they folded my legs and burrowed under then to gain access to the backs and insides of my thighs.

My hips rose off the bed in response to their teasing, only to be gently pushed back down by two small hands on my abdomen. I had never been so turned on and was beginning to fear that I might spray my load of sperm into the air without my dick having ever been touched. Little did I know these two minxes were just getting started.

As they reached my groin, the girls pushed my thighs up and apart. Maria slid her head down and began to dart her tongue at my asshole, once again bringing me off the mattress. She pushed me back down and began rimming my asshole in earnest. My cock twitched and quivered as her hot tongue snaked inside my sphincter.

Elizabeth, not wanting to be left out of the action, began lapping at my ball sack, further tightening every muscle in my body.

Finally, I decided enough was enough and grabbed a handful each of blonde and brunette hair and drug the two little teasers to my engorged member.

“OK” I said, “you two have had your fun, now if I don’t cum in the next minute, your little asses will pay a dear price.”

The girls smiled at each other, quite proud of themselves for getting me in this state of need and placed their lips on each side of my cock, as if kissing each other through it. The girls began sliding their lips up and down the slides of my cock with their tongues strumming as fast as they could.

Despite the aching in my balls, I strained to delay my ejaculation in order to have an excuse to paddle the two lovely asses that currently occupied my bed. Maria sensed this and realized that she would have to act fast. She reached for Elizabeth’s hand and placed it cupping and massaging my balls. Maria then quickly inserted a finger in her sopping pussy to gather some lubrication and then began gently snaking her finger in my rectum in route to my prostate. At the first pressure on the gland, I new all hope was lost and I began spewing a fountain of cum into the air, splattering on the sides of the girl’s faces.

Jet after jet of sperm erupted from my cock as Maria continued to milk my prostate until no fluid was left and I thought I might pass out from the sensory over load.

Releasing their lips from my rapidly fading manhood, the girls rose up on an elbow and looked at each other, giggling at the copious amount of jism sliding down the sides of their respective faces.

Maria leaned over and lapped a large glob of come sliding down Elizabeth’s face. Elizabeth returned the favor and soon each had licked the other’s face clean. Both girls retained the sperm in their mouths and embraced in a deep passionate kiss while swapping the seed between them, before each swallowed her share. It was one of the most erotic scenes that I had ever witnessed.

The girls then rested their heads back on my chest purring like kittens as they nuzzled against my chest and we drifted back to sleep.

I awoke about an hour later needing urinate desperately. As I tried to slip out from under them, the girls stirred and pressed me back in place.

“Sorry ladies, I have to piss.” I said as I once again tried to sit up.

Maria whined and once again pushed me back down. She slid down between my legs and took my flaccid cock in her mouth. I had forgotten that Maria had no qualms about drinking a bladder full of urine; especially if it meant that she could go back to sleep when she was done.

Maria nodded her head to indicate that she was ready and I released my flow into her mouth. The girl had learned to apply pressure to the urethra at the base of my cock to slow the flow down to manageable levels or even stop it temporarily.

As Maria was swallowing the first few mouthfuls, Elizabeth slid down to watch. Maria gave her a glance, as to say “Do you want to try?” She could tell by the look in Elizabeth’s eyes that she wanted to, be wasn’t sure that she could. Maria stopped my flow and removing her mouth, pointed my soft cock in Elizabeth’s direction.

“Go ahead honey; I’ll make it go slow for you.”

Elizabeth tentatively placed my cock in her mouth and nodded for Maria to release the flow. The girl’s eyes bulged as the first spurt of hot piss hit the back of her throat, but quickly gathered herself and began swallowing the controlled flow.

“Let me know if you need to stop.” Maria reassured her.

Elizabeth continued on for several more mouthfuls before waving her hand to indicate that she needed to stop.

Maria quickly cut off my flow and switched over to finish the job herself as Elizabeth gasped to catch her breath. When I was done, Maria swallowed the last gulp and told Elizabeth what a good job she had done. This brought a satisfied smile to Elizabeth’s face as she was proud of her first time effort.

The girls gave each other a quick kiss and slid up to their previous position on my chest and quickly fell back asleep.

Before falling back asleep myself, I laid there pondering what I had just witnessed. Maria had just taught Elizabeth to drink piss by example. There was no force required, just encouragement.  This went a long ways towards calming my worries over having two slaves at once.

We dozed for about another hour before we arose and headed to the bathroom. I instructed each girl to empty their bladders, with Elizabeth going first. When she was finished, I had her get in position for an enema as Maria took her place on the toilet.

These two were going to get repaid for their teasing of an hour before.

I spoke to both girls as I filled the enema, “We’re going to play a little game and Elizabeth is going to go first. I’m going to give her an enema and after she has taken all of the water, she will take a seat on the toilet and hold it for fifteen minutes.”

Elizabeth smiled, knowing that with her past months training, she could do that with no problem. Maria remained stone faced waiting for the catch that she knew was coming.

I continued, “To help you pass the time, Maria is going to eat your pussy while you are holding your water. Of course you will be punished if you cum of fail to retain the enema.”

The smile faded from Elizabeth’s face with this revelation. She knew that she didn’t stand a chance against Maria’s talented tongue.

“As for punishment, I think that 5 swats with the wooden paddle for failing on either account would be appropriate. Of course Maria will be given the same test after you have finished.” I said as I began sliding the nozzle into Elizabeth’s rectum.

I released the clip on the hose and patiently watched as the water drained from the bag and Elizabeth’s belly began swelling. When the three quarts of warm water had emptied into Elizabeth’s colon, I slowly removed the nozzle from her rose bud and she gingerly got up and sat on the toilet, with legs spread. Maria sank to her knees and began to slowly lap at the spread pussy before her.

Seeing her tentative licks, I squatted down beside her and pulled her head back by grabbing a handful of her hair.

“If I think that you are holding back, you’ll both get twenty swats. Do you understand me?” I said as I released her hair.

Maria realized that Elizabeth had no chance and she should get her suffering over as quickly as possible. With that she attacked her clit full bore with every trick of cunniligual acrobatics that she knew. Elizabeth’s clit felt like there were six tongues working on it at once. She leaned back with her eyes closed and tried to think of anything but the painful cramps in her gut and the bursts of electric pleasure emanating from her clit.

Within a few minutes Elizabeth’s entire body was trembling uncontrollably as she tried with all of her will to stop the orgasm that she knew was coming any second. Her feet rose up on their toes as her legs bounced up and down as she finally succumbed to Maria’s ministrations.

“OOOOOOGOOODDDDDD” Elizabeth screamed as the orgasmic waves crashed through body and the fowl water erupted from her trembling asshole.

Crestfallen and a little angry at Maria, Elizabeth cleaned herself up and flushed the toilet. She thought that Maria should have gone easier on her, not realizing that it would have simply prolonged her torment.

As I refilled the bag for Maria, I looked over at Elizabeth and said, “It looks like you have ten swats coming.”

Elizabeth snapped her head around and said in a pleading tone, “Sir, you said five.”

“I said that you would receive five for cumming or losing your enema, you did both, so you get ten swats.” I answered her manner of factly.

“Yes Sir,” she replied in a dejected tone.

To make things a little fairer, I filled Maria’s enema with cold water and gave her an extra quart of water, making her burden an even gallon.

“Oh Shit”, escaped from Maria’s lips as I released the flow and the cold water started filling her bowels.

“Problem?” I asked in a phony concerned tone.

“No Sir.” Maria replied through gritted teeth, knowing any complaint might result in even more cold water being forced into her colon.

Maria began groaning from the stabbing cramps that emanated from her distended belly. After the enema bag had emptied I quickly yanked the nozzle from her rectum causing her to rapidly clench her hole to catch the water that desperately was trying to burst free.

Maria used the edge of the toilet to brace herself as she slowly crawled up and climbed on to the seat.

Elizabeth kneeled between Maria’s spread thighs, determined that her sister was going to share in the swats that were to be distributed later. She frantically lashed at Maria’s pussy with her inexperienced tongue, trying to remember and emulate every move that Maria performed on her. Several times Maria felt herself slipping towards the abyss, she would will herself back. After about ten minutes, I could see Elizabeth’s tongue was getting tired and her jaw was starting to cramp. I decided to jump in and give her a hand, or more correctly, two hands.

Straddling Elizabeth’s kneeling body, I reached out and firmly grabbed Maria’s rock hard nipples.

Maria’s eyes shot open and she blurted out, “Hey, you can’t help her.”

I clamped down even harder on her buds and smiled, “Yes I can, I made up the game and I make the rules.” Twisting them for effect, I warned her, “you had better watch your mouth or you will get double punishment.”

       

Elizabeth, seeing that she had a chance, redoubled her efforts and together we soon had Maria quivering mass of preorgasmic flesh. Elizabeth pushed Maria past the point of no return when she clamped her teeth down on Maria’s clit and began tugging on it.

The battle was lost as a piercing squeal erupted from Maria’s mouth and a rushing torrent of water exploded from her ass. I smiled knowing that tormenting her nipples had done the trick.

“Well, I guess that makes ten apiece.” I smirked “It looks like tonight’s entertainment is set.”

After Maria had recovered, I helped the two rubbery legged girls into the shower to get them revived ready for some more games.

After everyone was scrubbed clean, we stepped out and the girls dried me off and I stepped over to the vanity and began shaving. Looking over my shoulder in the mirror I watched the girls as they toweled each other off.

Elizabeth was drying Maria’s back when she suddenly stopped and started tracing the faint white lines that crisscrossed the girls back. Elizabeth hadn’t noticed them last night, but in the bright morning sun, they were apparent.

“They’re the scars from when Kat whipped me the last time.” Maria answering Elizabeth’s unasked question.

Elizabeth quickly drew back her hand.

“Don’t worry sweetie, they don’t hurt anymore. Maria reassured her. They hurt like a bitch when I got them though.”

Elizabeth tried to imagine the pain and suffering that Maria must have went through as the bullwhip ripped open her flesh. In her mind she could hear Maria’s screams and frantic begging for the whipping to stop.

Sensing the heavy mood in the air, I quickly tried to lighten things up.

“OK, you two piss drinkers definitely need to brush your teeth,” I said as I handed Elizabeth her toothbrush and pulled a new one out of the cabinet for Maria.

We played like little kids as we all three brushed our teeth and took turns spitting out the tooth paste.

After we had all rinsed out our mouths, Maria grabbed my head and pulled me down to her lips for a long and sensuous kiss.

“Is that better?” Maria asked with a big smile on her face.

“Much better” I said as I reached behind Elizabeth’s head and pulled her to me. “We’d better check you out too.” I said before exchanging a long kiss with Elizabeth.

“Very nice,” I smiled as I broke the kiss. “Now let’s go down and get some breakfast.

We all walked back out into the bedroom. Maria and Elizabeth started out the door to make breakfast when I stopped them.

“Wait, I have something for you, Maria.”

Both girls stepped back into the room as I opened my top dresser drawer and pulled out a shiny stainless steel band.

Maria’s eyes lit up “My collar, I thought that Elizabeth was wearing it.”

“I wouldn’t ever have given your collar to someone else. I’ve kept it here in the drawer since the night that they made me take it off of you in the clinic.”

Tears of joy streaked down Maria’s face as Elizabeth pulled Maria’s blonde hair out of the way so I could put in around her neck and with an audible “Click” she was mine again.

Maria erupted with joy as she jumped into my arms and wrapped her arms and legs around me in a full body hug, nearly knocking me over. Elizabeth, not wanting to be left out, snuggled her naked body against my back. My body was encircled with the warmth of two naked slaves as we stood there in a mutual hug. Finally, I loosened my grip around Maria’s waste and she slid down my body until her feet once again touched to the floor.

“Now, you two get down stairs and make us some breakfast” I said as I laid a firm but playful slap to both of the tight little asses as they headed away from me.

Smiling, I watched the two red hand prints that I left on the girls’ asses, go bouncing down the steps.

I put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Before heading downstairs, I pulled open the top dresser drawer and plucked out a couple of shiny steel Ben Wah balls and stuck them in my pocket for our next round of games.

Walking into the kitchen, I sat down to a light breakfast of toast, fruit and coffee. The girls also sat down and began eating and chatting. I sat back smiling as they jabbered on, not really listening to their conversation, but looking at the glowing life in their facial expressions.

After we had finished and the girls had cleared the table, I decided it was time for the next round of games.

“Come over hear girls and stand beside me.”

Immediately they walked over and stood beside the table with their arms grasped behind their backs and feet set wide apart.

“I’ve decided that you two obviously need more practice at controlling your bodies, so we are going to play a little game.” I said as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the two metallic balls.

“Elizabeth, get on your knees. Maria, stand in front of her with your legs spread.” I ordered.

Holding one of the balls in front of Elizabeth I said, “Take this ball and insert it in Maria’s pussy.”

Elizabeth began to reach for the metal orb when I pulled it away and roughly grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

“I didn’t say that you could use your hands.” I said as I pushed the ball between hers lips.

“Use your lips and tongue to push it into her pussy. Be sure to get it as far into her as you can, because, if she drops it you both will be punished.”

I then placed the other ball in Maria’s mouth to hold until it was her turn.

Elizabeth leaned forward and nuzzled the ball against Maria’s slit as the girl arched her pelvis outward and spread her knees as wide as possible to aid in the balls insertion.

Just when Elizabeth had the ball centered at Maria’s entrance and began pushing, her tongue slipped and with a loud “Clank” the ball fell on the tile floor.

“Uh Oh” I said, “It looks like you both have some punishment coming.”

“Elizabeth, pick the ball up with your mouth and then stand and go get me the spatula from the drawer.”

Elizabeth quickly crawled across the floor and captured the ball between her lips and then stood and retrieved the spatula.

I took the spatula from her and instructed the girls to stand side by side with hands behind their heads and to pull their elbows back. This raised and presented their tits for the ensuing punishment.

I held the implement in my right hand with the flat section of spatula lightly touching Maria’s right tit. I hooked the index finger of my left hand over the spatula and pulled back, bowing the shaft.

“Remember, not to scream and let the ball fly out of your mouth“, I said just before releasing the blade of the spatula.

“SPLAT”

“Uummphh” Maria groaned between pursed lips as the tool crashed down squarely on her nipple and mashed her tit against her rib cage.

I watched as a red patch with two parallel whelps, matching the slots in the spatula, rapidly formed over the center of her tit.

“Man, that little gadget delivers a wallop, doesn’t it? I said as Maria nodded in agreement, fighting back tears.

I moved the spatula over to Maria’s other tit, pulled it back and released it as before.

“SPLAT”

“EEEIIIIGGGHHH” Maria squealed between clenched teeth.

Once again I watched as the red patch and vertical whelps appeared.

As I side stepped and stood in front of Maria, I could see her trembling slightly. I smiled slightly knowing that it was from excitement rather than fear. Since our first night together, Elizabeth had amazed me with her ability to come just by having her tits punished.

“Remember, you don’t have permission to cum,” I warned her as I slid my finger through her dripping slit. She shuddered as I flicked her swollen clit with my finger, before removing it from her pussy and lining the spatula up with her hard nipple.

“SPLAT”

“EEEIIIGGGHH”, she squealed between her clenched teeth.

“Steady”, I warned, as another shudder raced through her body

Lining up the spatula up with her other tit, I pulled back on the blade and hesitated, letting the girl’s anticipation grow, before releasing it.

“SPLAT”

“UUUUMMMMMMM”, the girl groaned as her hips thrust forward in need.

I stepped back admiring the four rosy red tits before me and giving Elizabeth a moment to regain her composure before ordering her back to the floor.

“Let’s try this again,” I said as Maria again stood in front of the girl with her knees spread wide.

“Maria, you may pull your pussy lips apart to help her.” I instructed.

Maria complied pulling her lips open and forming a skin funnel to help Elizabeth insert the metal ball.

This time Elizabeth had no mishaps as she pushed the ball inside of her sister slave. She strained to extend her tongue out and push to ball as far as possible into Maria’s canal.

With Maria’s ball in place, the two girls exchanged positions. Maria kept her thighs clamped tightly together as she knelt before Elizabeth and deftly pushed the globe into Elizabeth’s wet hole. The tip of Maria’s nose brushed Elizabeth’s swollen clit, causing the girl to gasp and nearly expel the ball, but Maria quickly reacted and pushed the metal object back into Elizabeth’s pussy.

Maria then carefully got up and both girls stood there with their thighs clamped together awaiting further instructions.

“You two girls will dust my office while I catch up on my e-mails and there is to be no talking.”

In unison they answered “Yes Sir” and waddled off, concentrating on keeping their thighs clamped together.

The next hour or so was uneventful. I answered some correspondence and the girls dusted and cleaned. That was, until Maria wiped off one of the upper shelves of the bookcase and dragged a cloud of dust into her face.

A loud “AAHHHH CCHHOOO” followed by a “KLUNK” echoed through the room, as a violet sneeze erupted from Maria’s nose and simultaneously the metal ball was propelled from her pussy, bouncing it on top of the coffee table.

Both girls stood frozen in shock, looking at the ball until, in unison, we all erupted in laughter.

I muffled “thump” sounded as Elizabeth lost her concentration and let her ball fall to the carpet between her feet. This caused the fading laughter to rekindle itself all over again.

Wiping tears of laughter from my eyes, I picked up the spatula and walked over to the girls. They had assumed their positions, with hands behind their heads and trying to contain their giggles.

Fighting back my own laughter and trying to sound in control, I said, “Since this was unexpected conditions, I will punish you for only one dropped ball.”

“Yes Sir,” they replied as they pulled their elbows back.

This time I held the spatula horizontally and flipped it down on Maria’s left tit.

“SPLAT”

Maria’s case of the giggles went away as she grunted from the stinging pain radiated through her already tender tit.

The redness returned and a pair of horizontal line appeared above and below her nipple to match the vertical lines to the right and left.

“SPLAT”, her other tit received the same treatment.

I then side stepped and stood in front of Elizabeth

“SPLAT”

“SPLAT”

Elizabeth’s pert breasts received the same treatment.

I made the girls maintain their positions so that they couldn’t rub their tits to alleviate the pain, as I bent over and picked the balls up off of the floor and placed one in each girl’s mouth for cleaning. They both swirled the balls around with their tongue and then spit them out into the hand I held in front of their mouths.

I placed the balls in my pocket and told the girls that they were to clean the upstairs thoroughly and then they could take a nap in the empty room.

“You are to report to the dungeon and 7:00 and I remind you that you don’t have permission to touch yourselves or each other.” I said as I motioned for them to be off.

Maria and Elizabeth lowered their arms and turned to leave the room, when Maria broke up laughing again.

“Look, Tic Tac Toe,” she squealed, pointing at the horizontal and vertical sets on lines on Elizabeth’s tits.

Seeing what she was talking about Elizabeth busted out, “Yeah, and look, O is in the center square,” pulling Maria’s puffy nipple.

I shook my head. Having these two together has made them both revert to being silly little girls.

The girls went about there cleaning for the next couple of hours, chatting about nothing in particular. Then Elizabeth walked over to Maria and whispered.

“I scared about the paddling tonight.” She said in a meek tone.

“Why honey? It’s no worse that the whip. It just bruises a little more.”

“I don’t know, I guess it is just memories from school. I never got a paddling, but I can remember boys and girls being taken out in the hallway and hearing the loud cracks that sounded like rifle shots. Then they would come back in the room with their eyes red from crying. Even the tough boys would be crying and they only got four or five swats. We’re going to get ten. I don’t think that I can take it.” Elizabeth said as a tear started to flow from the corner of her eye.

“It’s going to be fine sweetheart,” Maria said as she pulled the younger girl to her and cradled her head against her chest.

“I’ll be right there with you, and besides, you know that Master won’t do anything to really hurt us.”

Maria lifted the girls chin to look into her eyes and smiled, “We will have a couple purple butts tomorrow, though.”

Elizabeth cracked a faint smile and they both laid down on the thin pad Maria spooning and wrapping her arms around the smaller girl and fell asleep.