Yes, Master, page 25
“Good. Look, I’m going to try something I think will get her to the same place. Let’s see if . . .”
What Master Jeff had in mind didn’t matter. She was certain he was speaking a language she understood. Wild for the eruption, she rocked her tethered body from side to side.
Caught. Helpless.
Suddenly her arms were free. As they dropped to her sides, she whined in frustration. Where was her fantasy, the bonds that—
Pressure on her nipples! Fingers gripping them, holding them, claiming them.
Logic told her that Master Jeff had let go of her wrists so he could focus on her breasts, inflicting a measure of discomfort her body interpreted as pure sex. Unable to lift her heavy arms, she continued her sideways thrashing. Every move increased the awareness in her breasts. As the pleasure/pain expanded, she fed off it. Screamed. Cried maybe.
Came.
Her vagina gripped Master Ken’s cock as it pulsed and jerked inside her, taking her even deeper into her climax.
“Don’t stop, slave,” Master Jeff commanded. “Push your limits.”
Only two things registered: her nipples were still imprisoned and Master Ken continued pummeling her. A climaxing man couldn’t keep this up for long, could he? Sensation told her he’d emptied himself. Instead of becoming exhausted, however, he kept after her. Helpless to quiet her quivering muscles, she mindlessly rode with him.
“I can’t—oh please, stop!”
“You love it, slave. Admit it, damn it!”
It didn’t matter which master had spoken. The thrill of pleasure’s assault was giving way to something she couldn’t wrap her mind around. She felt as if she was in a whirlpool and being thrown about, splintering, crying, maybe begging. Her hands dragged over the table, her head fell back against Master Jeff’s chest, and Master Ken kept slamming himself at her. She couldn’t find a way out, couldn’t free herself.
“Please! Masters, please.”
“What do you want, slave? To fully enter your new reality?”
Master Ken didn’t sound as out of breath as she felt. Before she could open her eyes so she could study his expression, he pulled out of her. His wet, shrinking cock dragged over her entrance, touched her clit, sent her off again.
He was done. He had to be, she desperately comforted herself when she could think. Peace and relief was coming. It had to! She was too exhausted for—
Master Ken pressed his calloused finger against her sexual trigger and she screamed. Her body exploded. Only fragments remained, all of them on fire.
“Help me, please. Someone help me.”
“Take it,” Master Jeff ordered. “Today is just the beginning.”
11
When, after what felt like half of her life, her masters granted her spent body a measure of freedom, she curled up on her side on the table. Sticky sweat coated every inch, and her pussy felt as if it had been attacked.
Deliciously pummeled.
At first all she wanted was to be left alone, but after what might have been a few minutes or an hour, her mind started to stir. She wasn’t back in the world of slavery she’d designed, but the pieces were beginning to come together. Her wonderfully sore nipples reminded her of how they’d felt clamped, and her arms and legs might as well be tied because she didn’t have the strength to move them.
“We aren’t done,” a deep voice announced.
One of her masters. Demanding something of her.
Determined to respond to the best of her shattered ability, she opened her eyes and propped herself up on her forearm. They stood over her, making her wonder how long they’d been studying her.
“That’s right.” Grabbing her shoulders, Master Ken hauled her upright. He pulled her arms back until her elbows briefly touched. “You’ve serviced me, but that’s only half of the job.”
The fantasy world she’d fallen in love with again moved over her. Surely her masters knew she was willing to pleasure Master Jeff. There was no reason for Master Ken to restrain her.
“What do you want me to do, Masters?” She kept her eyes downcast.
“To serve.” Master Jeff slapped her breasts, setting off delicious shock waves. “I make the decision, got it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Ken, prepare her.”
A moment later ropes circled her elbows behind her. The former football player tied them so she felt pressure and not pain. When he was done, she tested the bonds. Her arms were useless.
“Get up, slave. Present yourself.”
She felt awkward sliding to the edge of the table and nearly fell when she eased herself off it. Neither man made a move to help.
If she remembered correctly, Master Jeff had still been partly dressed. He must have prepared himself for sex while she was recovering.
“On your knees.”
Yes! This time she lost her balance but didn’t feel embarrassed as she worked at righting herself. Master Jeff was several feet away, Master Ken behind her. She squeezed her legs together while lifting and lowering herself to rekindle the simmering fire.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Grabbing her hair, Master Ken pulled her head back. “To care about nothing except your selfish pleasure. Sorry, that’s not what this is about.”
Either he didn’t fully grasp how much his rough treatment excited her or he was deliberately feeding a shared fantasy.
“What do you want from me, Master Jeff?”
“Your mouth.”
She shivered and tried to focus. Even with his runner’s body, she was hard-pressed to remember what the man had been before he’d taken ownership of her.
Ownership. His possession.
When Master Ken eased his hold on her hair, she obediently opened her mouth. Master Jeff’s smile didn’t extend beyond his mouth. She wondered if only his hard-on mattered to him.
“What is this?” he demanded. “You think I should come to you. You’re damn wrong, slave. Remember your place. Do what you’ve been trained to do.”
Trained. Yes.
Keeping her lips parted and her head straight so Master Ken’s hold on her hair wouldn’t hurt, she knee-walked over to the owner who had need of her. Vaginal juices ran down her inner thighs, and even though nothing was touching them, her nipples knotted.
Finally she reached her master, but as much as she longed to begin what he had every right to demand, she knelt with her mouth still open, waiting. Obedient.
“A well-trained slave is an amazing sight.” Master Jeff patted the top of her head. “Makes all our hard work worth the effort.”
“We aren’t finished with her. She needs a great deal more work.”
Yes, thank you.
“True, but at least she’s come far enough to be of some use. We have plenty of time to mold her into what we want her to be, and what satisfies her.” He chuckled. “Do it, slave. Show me what you were born for.”
On the brink of diving back into the world of her mind, she instead focused on the familiar bodies flanking her. Today was only the beginning. A thrilling adventure lay ahead of not just her, but all of them.
The tension on her hair let up even more, giving her the freedom she needed to close her lips around Master Jeff’s cock. Before long they’d meet at the university track, where she’d have to pretend to be someone she no longer was. For now she was what mattered, a kneeling and bound sex slave.
Master Jeff needed the gift of her mouth. Maybe he’d claim her entire body. He’d gone without sexual relief and then stood on the sidelines while she administered to his friend.
No more. His turn.
Determined to make the moments perfect for him, she leaned forward and took him deeper. She’d crossed a line. For as long as he needed her total obedience, she’d give it to him.
Her useless fingers clenched, and she felt her toes curl. Deeper. Deeper still.
She teased and suckled, occasionally ran her teeth and lips over his length. Intoxicated by the feel and size of him, she repeatedly pressed her tongue against Master’s gift to her. On a soul-deep level she knew she had no right to his male organ. He had every right to deny her the pleasure of administering to him, and that made every moment and touch precious. Her body became so heated she started to pant. Afraid she’d lose contact with him, she closed her mouth around him.
His tip pressed against the back of her throat, startling her. Her eyes burning and throat convulsing, she arched away. He started to slide out.
“Watch it, slave. Believe me, you don’t want to do that.” Master Jeff reinforced his warning by grabbing her nipples. “Stay in place.”
Later, maybe, she’d tell him she’d been afraid she’d gag. For now she’d seek redemption by turning her head so she could bathe his length with her saliva-moistened tongue. His hold on her breasts remained all-powerful, and she started to sink back into the world she’d created.
“She isn’t learning her lesson,” Master Ken muttered. “One last attempt, slave. If you fail—well, you won’t like it.”
A hook connected to a chain dangling from the ceiling has been placed around the rope between her elbows, and she has been pulled onto her toes. Another inch and she’ll dangle. If that happens, she’ll cry out from pain and fear. However, her masters might not hear because they’ll gag her with a large black ball.
She’d failed at bringing her masters to climax within a short time frame, and they are punishing her, robbing her of the ability to try to make amends, robbing her of the chance to fill her mouth with a swollen cock. They might make her hang for hours. Teach her the consequences of failure.
“I’m sorry, Master. Please let me try again. I want—I’ll do whatever it takes to satisfy you.”
“Think she deserves it?” Master Ken asked. “It looked like a piss-poor effort to me.”
“Not the best, that’s for sure.” Master Jeff shook her breasts so pain seared her from throat to belly. In a desperate attempt to escape the sensation, she sank down on her haunches, but there was nowhere to go.
And nothing else she’d rather do.
“Forgiveness,” she whimpered. “And patience, please, Masters.”
Master Ken patted her head as if she was some dog he was training. Between what the two of them were doing, she floated in wondrous captivity. However, all too soon the heat in her breasts cooled because Master Jeff had released them.
What could she do to prompt him to again capture and abuse them?
Lost in the male bodies that had changed her perception of life, she straightened and opened her mouth wide. When Master Jeff didn’t immediately accept her gift, she touched her lips to his cock. Hands on his hips, he waited. She took him deeper, swallowed him, felt his tip against her throat.
“Keep going,” he warned. “Don’t you dare gag.”
Yes, Master.
Instinct dispensed with, she sucked and suckled. Worshiped not just her master’s cock but his entire being.
His breathing turned ragged, and he repeatedly pressed the tips of his fingers against her shoulder blades. He arched into her.
Mouth fucked. Taken in a way reserved for trusting lovers.
Lovers?
Was—could—
“Ah shit.”
A powerful hand landed on her chest and knocked her back. Even as she landed on her useless elbows only one thing mattered.
Her mouth was empty.
Had she failed him?
Master Jeff straddled her and looked down at her as if she were some animal he’d just bagged. Her body burned, begged.
“Let’s see if that little exercise we just went through did to you what it did to me.” His announcement over, he leaned down and swiped his hand over her exposed pussy. “Yep. That’s a damn river.”
A sex slave’s offering to her master, and herself. A world away from the runner she’d once believed defined her.
“On your feet, slave.” Grabbing his cock, Master Jeff aimed it at her. “You know what I’m ready for.”
The truth was, she wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but as long as it involved the two of them and sex she didn’t care. The elbows’ tie made her desperately clumsy, and her masters chuckled as she fought her way to her feet. Spent, she stared at the ground.
“We need to teach you grace.” Master Ken patted her head. “That should be her next lesson.”
“I don’t know. I love watching her trying to obey without the use of her hands. It’d be even more interesting if we hobbled her.” Master Jeff held up his cock. “Shit, if anything I’m even hornier. Time to bring this little show of ours to a head. For now.” He frowned and looked around, then smiled. “Over there.” He pointed at the table. “Believe me, you don’t want to try to escape.” Lifting his arm, he pretended to snap a whip. “Hmm. There’s an idea for next time, a little pursuit and capture.”
Running barefoot through thick woods. Her breath puffs gray in the early morning chill, and her feet sting from striking the hard ground, but she keeps going. They are after her, on horseback or dirt bikes, determined to recapture her.
She escaped during the night, or did they deliberately leave the metal door unlocked?
It doesn’t matter because freedom awaits. She’ll no longer be forced to live within the small cage. Another mile, maybe five, and she’ll be out of their clutches.
And then?
The question slows her, but she pushes it aside and plunges on. She doesn’t want to be their sex slave. What woman would choose that existence?
A masculine shout silences her thoughts and she looks around, relieved to see a narrow deer trail. She hurries onto it and picks up her pace. She will outdistance them! They can’t—
A rope tightens around her left ankle. She’s jerked off her feet and up until she hangs suspended upside-down.
Her masters, riding beautiful white stallions, come into view. They acknowledge her, begin to laugh.
But she doesn’t cry because this is what she needs.
Flushed with excitement, she hurried over to the table. Master Jeff had disappeared by the time she turned around. She guessed he’d gone into the bathroom for his own condom. No matter that they might disapprove and punish her, she repeatedly clenched her sex muscles. Having her arms restrained this way strained her shoulders, yet she wasn’t ready for the sensation to end. Master Jeff hadn’t needed to warn her not to try to run because even if she had somewhere to go, she’d be slow and awkward.
Hobbled? Would they really do that?
Curled on the floor next to the bed where Master sleeps. After recapturing her earlier, he’d ordered her onto it and fucked her, but now he has no use for her so he has forced her to this demeaning position. The metal bands around her ankles and connected via a four-inch chain are enough to keep her here, but Master has secured the hobbles to a ring bolted into the floor. She can turn from one side to the other or lie on her back, but if she stands, she won’t be able to take a step.
She will be there when he wants her again.
“At least you can obey a command,” Master Jeff said when he reappeared. “Having to punish you right now would get in the way of what’s important to me.” He made his point by indicating his sheathed cock.
Her body caught fire, forcing her to pace and rock. She arched her spine to accent her breasts and widened her stance.
Master Ken, who’d joined her near the table, chuckled. “The slave’s in heat.”
“Which is exactly how I want her, always.”
Always. No end to the connection between the three of them. Endless days and nights of submission and dominance. “How may I serve you, Master?” she blurted.
Instead of answering, Master Jeff stalked over and spun her so her back was to him. He pushed her against the table, then lifted her arms and forced her to lean over.
“Looks a little high to me,” Master Ken said. “I’ll take care of that.”
She didn’t know what he was talking about until the table started lowering. After a few inches, Master Jeff pushed her arms up even more. She turned her head to the side and rested her cheek on the padding. Instead of letting her go, Master Jeff held her in position and reached between her legs. The moment his fingers touched her pussy, she tried to open her stance. Holding her in place, he repeatedly stroked her labia.
Mewling like a wild cat, she stopped trying to keep her mouth closed. Drool escaped. Master Ken brushed her hair back from her face.
“You were a good capture,” he told her. “I believe we’re going to keep you. Of course, you’ll have to continue to prove yourself worthy.”
“Which is exactly what she wants,” Master Jeff said. “Damn it, do I know how to recognize a sub or what?”
“You do. Pleased with yourself, are you?”
“I’m not sure that’s the right word. I’m learning, same as her.”
Master Ken chuckled. “No problem. I’ll teach both of you.”
“We’ll hold you to that, won’t we, slave?” Master Jeff spread some of her juices over her anus. “It’d be interesting to see how she responds to this.”
Alarmed, she tried to straighten. “No, damn it!”
“All right, all right. Relax.”
Despite Master Jeff’s surprisingly gentle words, she remained tense until she felt his mouth on her right ass cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m not—I can’t—”
“It’s all right. You have every right to express your boundaries.”
“He’s right,” Master Ken said. “The rules—I’ll spell them out once . . .”
Maybe one day she’d be ready for some back door action, but not this afternoon. Knowing they understood and respected her eased her mind and body. She settled back down and concentrated on sensation. Trusted.
Master Jeff’s fingers returned to her pussy, where he found and invaded her opening. She’d experimented with some doggy action with a man she’d referred to as a friend with benefits and had found it exciting. However, he’d found a woman he’d wanted to be more than a friend with. Since then, being taken from behind had been nothing more than another chapter in her imagination’s arsenal.
“My guess is, you’re not going to feel comfortable doing this for long,” Master Jeff said and brought a second finger into play. “Much as I’m enjoying the view and experience, I want to keep your pleasure as much of a priority as mine.”
