Yes, Master, page 24
Master Ken stepped into the recently abandoned space between her legs. Suddenly overwhelmed, she scooted back only to have to stop because Master Jeff wasn’t giving way.
The former football player splayed his strong hands over her thighs. “Relax, slave. Remember what has happened so far. It’s all been good, right?”
She nodded. Then to her surprise, she placed her hands over his. He nodded at what she’d done. “This is all about trust.”
And my bondage fantasy.
He must have taken her silence as acceptance because after briefly stroking her thighs, he slid his fingers down her legs. His superior and all-knowing strength explored her knees, not as a doctor would, but lightly, sensually, possessively. When he reached for her calves, she groaned, bent her legs, and rested her feet on the table.
Here’s my surrender, my body, offered to you.
She barely noticed when Master Jeff grasped her wrists and brought them up and back.
Off balance. Her pussy open and vulnerable. Shaking and hungry. Eyes half-closed. Heart hammering.
“Today you’re a piece of clay,” Master Ken whispered. “Newborn. Sexual.”
On a high, hard bed in a dark room. Arms bound behind her and ankles lashed together, she lies on her side with her knees deeply bent, waits.
Rough hands grip her ass cheeks and draw them apart. A man’s cock presses against her vaginal opening. That done, he takes hold of her hair and pulls back her head. Something touches her lips, and she tastes precome. Eager, she opens her mouth. An aroused cock slips into the space she’d just created. At the same time, the man behind her claims what belongs to him.
Both of her body’s owners taking her at the same time. Thrusting until she feels as if she is being hurtled between them. Tied the way she is, she can’t fight even if she wants to.
She doesn’t.
“Show her what she’s good for,” one master gasps. “Teach her the meaning of her existence.”
Someone grasps her breasts. She wonders if whoever it is is trying to prevent them from flailing about.
This isn’t her body. It hasn’t been since the masters bought her. But her existence is good, all good. Wonderful.
Trapped by them. Used by them.
Using them.
“You have a rare gift,” Master Ken said as he worked his hands over her legs. “Football was my life for so many years. No matter what I accomplished, there was always a new goal or challenge. Much of what happened was out of my hands.”
Leaning forward, he ran his tongue over her thigh. She shuddered and blinked, bringing him into focus. As superb as he’d looked as he was slipping out of his clothes, that was nothing next to having him so close. His body had been carved from equal amounts of genetics and hard work, powerful beyond belief.
“I’m guessing Jeff wants to tell you the same thing.” Every word sent warm, moist air over her skin. “Part of why you’re here is because our intention is that from now on, you’ll see your speed as something to celebrate, the same as everything that happens in here.”
“He’s right,” Master Jeff said while Master Ken again laid a damp trail over her inner right leg. “Don’t be the way I was, so intent on proving myself to the whole damn world that I lost the joy.”
Joy? More like sexual hunger so powerful she was certain she’d scream. She’d seldom had time to indulge in sexual fantasies, and what she’d repeatedly slipped into this afternoon went far beyond anything she’d ever imagined. The men were trying to tell her something they considered important, but the words meant little. They’d taken her from her world and placed her in theirs.
Yes, theirs.
She concentrated on Master Ken’s mouth as he nibbled and licked. He came so close to her pussy that she barely noticed when Master Jeff crossed one of her wrists over the other and held them in a single hand. His other hand found her left nipple.
“Right now your body is everything,” he said. He pressed down, rotating his palm as he did. A molten river sped from her breast to her hot, ever-dripping vagina. She groaned and arched her spine.
“Your speed is fleeting,” Master Jeff continued. “Believe me, I know. Don’t miss a moment of the experience. Breaking a school record isn’t the goal. The journey is.”
“Journey,” Master Ken muttered with his mouth against her beyond-sensitive thigh. “Step after step. Emotion piled upon emotion. Occasionally stopping so you can exist in the moment.”
Oh God! “I, shit, I can’t think.” Her useless fingers fluttered.
“Maybe not consciously, but the lesson is sinking in.” Turning his attention to her other breast, Master Jeff applied a little more pressure, moving his palm about as he did. “Pleasure. Nothing but pleasure.”
When Master Ken slipped his hands under her buttocks and lifted her off the table, she forgot everything else. Strangely, she’d never felt safer. At the same time, she’d never faced a greater challenge.
The big man let her back down followed by placing her legs over his shoulders. Fortunately the table was tall enough that she didn’t feel as if she was being bent in two. What she felt was deliciously helpless.
And a moment later, his tongue gliding over her labia.
“Oh God!” Unable to stop herself, she fought.
“Easy, Runa, easy. You know you want this.”
Even though Master Jeff was right, she couldn’t dismiss the unnerving sensation snaking through her. A cramp in her right hand pulled a little of her attention there, and she realized she was clenching her fingers. The men weren’t helping her relax, damn them! Not Master Ken with his all-knowing and all-invading tongue. Surely not the man behind her who’d laid claim to her breast.
Caught between them. Their sexual toy. Existing for their pleasure.
“Your body,” Master Jeff muttered, “is an incredible gift given only to a few. Celebrate everything it’s capable of.”
Everything? Only her growing, growling need to climax mattered. If she could speak, she’d tell them she’d do whatever it took so they could get off, but right now that would be a lie.
“You and I have been here before,” Master Ken said, his words tearing what remained of her thoughts apart. He kept his mouth near her core so his breath bathed her there and drove her crazy. “The last time I handed you a climax. Now you have to earn it.”
She still couldn’t find her voice, didn’t care about trying to communicate until he lowered her back onto the table, and she needed to know what he intended to do next. Silent, he positioned her legs so they dangled off the table’s side.
“Did you hear him?” Master Jeff reinforced his question by pinching one nipple and then the other. “What do you intend to do in order to earn another climax?”
Think. Give them what they expect and deserve.
“Ah, if you let me up I’d be more than happy to, ah, stimulate you.” She aimed her gaze in the direction of Master Ken’s cock. Because of the way they’d positioned her, she couldn’t see it, but maybe it was better this way. Easier on her nerves at least.
Chuckling, Master Ken slid what felt like his little finger inside her. “I appreciate the offer, but if I simply wanted to jerk off, we’d already be there.”
Still on the hard bed with her limbs immobilized. Her masters are no longer fucking her fore and aft. Someone has moved her about so she kneels. Hot with sexual frustration, she studies the two naked men who stand side by side looking down at her. Their gazes intensify and their eyes darken. A whip suddenly appears in their hands.
Fear touches her, but she shakes it off. Half-crazed with anticipation, she lowers her head until she falls forward. Her forehead lands on the spread. Sweating from the effort, she forces more distance between her knees. Her tied ankles twist one over the other.
“My gift to my masters.” She wiggles her ass at them.
“A gift?” The asker reinforces his question by swatting her buttocks. “You belong to us, slave. We take. You don’t give.”
As the stinging sensation slips into pleasure, she again wiggles her ass. “This is freely given, my way of showing gratitude for showing me how to be a slave.”
Instead of abruptly pulling out of her fantasy as she’d done before, her last words stayed with her as she heaved herself into an upright position. Master Jeff still had hold of her wrists, and Master Ken’s finger remained nestled in her vagina. Logic said she wasn’t a sex slave, that this was part of some well-thought-out plan the men had devised for reasons she was still trying to wrap her mind around. Did they know she was as free as she wanted to be? Master Ken’s nudity mirrored hers, but strength surrounded him while she’d never felt more exposed or weaker.
“I’ve been having some crazy thoughts,” she admitted. Her throat ached as if she hadn’t spoken for a long time. “Bondage fantasies.”
Master Ken nodded. “Go on.”
“It all—every fantasy revolves around a sense of helplessness.” Sexual slavery.
“Like now?” Master Jeff tightened his hold on her left breast. Fire danced through her.
“Even more so,” she admitted through clenched teeth. “Ropes and chains and a cage.” Stopping, she tried to remember if she’d already admitted this. “You—I want to pleasure both of you, but it needs to be right for all of us.”
“I do believe,” Master Ken said, “that she wants us to remain in charge.”
“Otherwise she’ll feel cheated.”
Much as she wanted them to understand that, for her, everything about this afternoon felt perfect, talking would have to wait. Hard, swollen veins stood out on Master Ken’s cock. She wasn’t sure her vagina was large enough to accommodate him, but she’d try. Hell yes, she’d try! More than that, she’d do everything she could to bring him release.
With half a plan in mind, she tried to pull her arms free. After a moment during which Master Jeff let her know who’d win this battle, he let her go. That done, he pressed his forearm against her shoulder blades to stabilize her. Master Ken’s little finger continued to drink from her sex juices.
Embracing her strength and weakness, she cupped her fingers around Master Ken’s erection. Raw energy surged through her. The all-encompassing slavery fantasy threatened to envelop her again, but she fought it off and concentrated on rhythmically pressing her palms against the big man’s cock.
“Oh shit, yes,” he growled.
Slipping fully into her task, she let go of him long enough to run her fingers over her sopping labia. She acknowledged his hand against and in her with a downward glance before focusing on coating his cock with her fluids.
“You have so many skills,” she told him. Her mind kept skittering off to thoughts of fucking. “I only have this.” Gripping his juice-coated erection, she held him steady while scooting closer. Instead of abandoning her pussy and making room for his cock as she’d thought he’d do, he continued to plug her. A look into his eyes led her to believe he was challenging her, so she grabbed his wrist and pulled. His finger slipped out of her. Lonely and wanting, she placed his hand on her thigh.
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The world seemed to be waiting for her, at least the world that consisted of these two men. Courage gathered, she reached out and gripped Master Ken’s buttocks. He didn’t resist her weakened strength but arched forward in response to her fingers against his ass cheeks.
His cock touched her entrance, and the world started to fall away. The slave world still clinging to her subconscious began to take over. She could almost feel her bonds.
“Not yet, damn it,” Master Jeff snapped. “Come on, Ken, you know what you have to do.”
Cursing, the former football player effortlessly twisted out of her grip. Her flesh on fire and her mind screaming denial, she watched him walk away and into what she assumed was the bathroom. Furious and frustrated, she swiveled about and glared at Master Jeff.
“Watch,” he said. “You’ll understand.”
A minute later she did. Instead of leaving her as she’d feared, Master Ken returned wearing a condom.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I should have—I’ve always insisted—”
“We understand. It’s the same for us.”
Much as she appreciated Master Jeff’s admission, she didn’t see how she could have lost touch with the real world as much as she had. For some reason, seeing Master Ken ready for sex made him appear more vulnerable to her. Up until now he’d been in charge. Now he was an ordinary man intent on one of life’s most basic acts.
How little she knew about both of them, she realized as she reached out for him. Tears filmed her vision.
“Is something wrong?” Ken asked.
“No.” She gave him a weak smile. “Everything’s right.”
“Then—”
“Sex, please. Now. Talking later.”
The living warmth behind her wrapped his arms around her shoulders, silently letting her know she could rely on his support. As she leaned back, Master Ken planted her feet on the table and closed his fingers around her ankles.
Held by the two men.
The three of them together.
She didn’t care whether these moments of equality would last. Master Ken’s hard, heavy breath left no doubt that the time he’d spent getting her to this emotional place had exacted a toll on him. Even though she wasn’t sure she’d been granted the right to do this, she reached between her legs and separated her labia lips. That done, she caught his sheathed penis and brought it to her.
“Take her.” Master Jeff sounded equally aroused. “Make her scream.”
Closing her eyes, she kept her fingers on Master Ken’s organ as long as she could. Finally he was inside her, a hard force promising both destruction and salvation. Yes, she’d already climaxed today, but that seemed like a lifetime ago, something that had happened to another woman.
Slave or free, it didn’t matter.
The darkness she’d created carried her to a place where her body became weightless. She lost contact with her arms and legs and no longer touched reality. A powerful, all-knowing man was fucking her, grunting with every thrust. If he wanted, he could tear her apart with his strength. Instead, he kept a fierce hold on his strength, one that might not last much longer.
Invasion and retreat, feeling him deep within her followed by tightening her sex muscles around his cock in an attempt to keep him there.
Invasion and retreat, growing more heated as the attack continued. Perhaps it would all become real if she opened her eyes, but this unreal sensual place was better. Her flesh became more and more sensitive, her breathing less controlled.
“Do me. Oh shit, yes, do me!”
Master Ken drove into her with such force that he slammed her back against Master Jeff’s chest. Desperate to let him know she approved, she reached for him. Before she could finish the task, however, Master Jeff captured her wrists and lifted her arms up and back.
Caught again. Gloriously imprisoned.
The chain attached to the nipple clamps jerks about and sends fire deep into her helpless body. After securing her wrists behind her, Master had commanded her to stand motionless while he placed the familiar and painful clamps on her. When she’d first become his possession, she’d hated and feared this act, but now she understands it for what it is, a prelude to sex.
Fucking. Being taken and taking.
She straddles him as soon as he positions himself naked on his back on the massive bed that, for her, has only one use. Wise in what he wants from her, she slowly settles herself onto his cock. It plugs her as she bounces up and down, his pleasure as vital as her own. Head back and thigh muscles straining, she performs for her master. He doesn’t care whether she climaxes, and at first she hadn’t been able to. However, endless sessions designed to please him have trained her body.
Pleasure and pain, exertion and anticipation, those things and more had turned her from the shy woman she’d once been into a wanton sex slave.
Her teeth clench against what feels like daggers digging into her breasts as she fucks the man who owns her. Pain comes in waves but is always there, a core part of what her system experiences. Repeatedly pummeling his cock gives her a fleeting sense of superiority so she feeds off it. Her vagina weeps, growing more desperately hungry with each second.
At first he lies there, tired from whatever his day beyond her has been about, but she knows how to take away that day and turn him back into a man.
A man being fucked by his slave who needs the same.
“Where the hell has she gone?”
Runa fought to remain in the world she’d created from her sexual fantasies, but Master Jeff’s question pulled her back to reality—that and the glorious burn escaping her vagina and spreading over her.
“I think I know,” Master Ken’s voice rasped. He slowed, went deeper into her, demanded her full attention.
Somewhere between alarmed and curious, she opened her eyes. Master Jeff’s hold on her arms had expanded her chest so her breasts appeared more prominent. The big man pummeling her was staring at them.
Master Ken stilled. “Helplessness really turns you on, doesn’t it, slave?”
The word slave stroked her mind. “Yes, Master.”
“But it alone isn’t enough,” he continued in that rough tone, “so you, ah, designed a world that gives you—everything you need.”
Master Ken was red-faced. The muscles on the arms anchoring her feet stood out in hard relief. He studied the union between them and then slammed into her.
“Yes! Yes, again, please,” she managed.
“What is it like?” Master Ken asked a moment later, or was it a demand? “You’re back in that cage with a collar around your neck?”
She couldn’t think. Hell, she wasn’t sure she could speak. Her lids again drifted down, and she arched her spine. The cock buried in her shifted so it touched the top of her vagina. Shocked and hungry, she tried to lift herself even more.
“You about there, old friend?” Master Jeff asked.
“What—what the hell do you think?”
