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Trish - The Submissive Stranger
Chapter # 5
by Lewis Chappelle
My new Master tormented me as we walked back to the hotel by activating my vibrating dildo and the butt plug; never at the same time, gratefully, because, at the intensity he had them going, duel jolts would have been more than brutal. It was sorta fun after a while, just to show him how much I wanted to please him.
We got dressed for our first evening show in Vegas and wouldn’t you know, Master chose to go to Caesar’s Palace to see the Follies Bergere. This show is not for kids. I never saw so many long legged girls gyrating in one place in my life. And topless, for the most part. It was overtly suggestive in the extreme; and we both loved it.
By the time we got back to our suite, Master was a horny toad, let me tell you. He wasn’t interested in anything kinky, just good old fashioned fucking for him at that point. He had me naked before we got to the door and on the foyer floor just far enough inside so that the door would close before he had his cock in my mouth, then in my cunt laying and kneeling. His ardor was amazing.
I got as good as I gave him, I’ll say that. I was completely sated by the time he started to slow down. As we rested in bed later, he did tell me that Thursday, our forth day of unbridled sex, would be an interesting day for me as well, and that I could expect to be whipped again. Did I really need to know that just before trying to go to sleep?
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Trish was dutiful in her new morning routine. I love to feel her smooth tits as she works my cock deep in her mouth and throat; she was beginning to really master the art of cock sucking. She again called in my order for breakfast but, this time I told her to only order one carafe of coffee. She answered the door for Chuck and the breakfast service in the nude again and didn’t seem to be the least bit reticent about it.
“Well, Chuck, now that you’ve seen Trish nude a few times, what do you think of her, son?” I asked him.
“Sir, I think she is among the most beautiful women I’ve had the privilege to serve here in Vegas so far, Sir, and that’s the truth,” he responded confidently.
“Have you ever told anyone that you’ve seen a naked women in this suite, son?”
“Sir, you know the saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I don’t spread tales about anyone. No one knows what I have seen here, Sir.”
“How old are you, Chuck?” I asked.
“I’m twenty one years old Sir, and I get my share of the beauties here, but you are really lucky. This women is just really fine, if you will allow me my opinion.”
“That’s fine, Chuck, just come back here with another carafe of coffee for me at eleven o’clock, do you hear?”
“I’ll be here, and you can bet on that , Sir.” he said with a glimmer of expectation in his voice.
I knew Chuck was a good kid just by the way he behaved with us. He was straightforward and direct and not at all pushy. He must have been an athlete at some point because his shoulders were broad and, full, and his arm and legs, muscular.
After Chuck had gone, Trish knelt before me in her best homage position, as I outlined what I envisioned for us during the next several hours. I told her that I was going to let Chuck wield the whip on her later in the morning when he came back with the second round of coffee. When she was eating from my hand she didn’t raise her eyes once toward me. She was resigned to my decision; no questions asked and no objections raised.
She fetched the four books again as well as the rope, pulleys and whips. Shortly before Chuck was to return, she held out her wrists for me to bind, and rose to step on the books directly under the pulleys I had secured in the ceiling. I pulled the ropes tight and attached them again to the heavy server. Trish was a vision of taut, and delicate, womanhood.
I retrieved a sheet from the bedroom and fastened above her head with several of the clothespins I had purchased. She was completely encased within the folds of the sheet when I was finished.
When Chuck knocked with the coffee, I let him in and he saw the shroud covering Trish.
“Would you like to see what’s under the sheets there, Chuck?”
“I’m almost afraid to ask to see what’s there, but my curiosity is killing me. So yes, if I may.”
I told him to unclasp the pins and let the drape fall to the ground. Trish was instantly displayed in her naked and stretched magnificence before him. He tried to act cool but his eyes betrayed him.
“Go ahead Chuck, you can touch her,” I said.
“I don’t want to appear forward, I’m a Southern boy you know. I’ll need you to tell me it’s alright if I touch you. Is it, lady?”
“Yes, Chuck you may touch me. Don’t get too frisky but yes, you can touch me. Go ahead.”
As I imagined, Chuck reached for Trish’s luscious tits. He touched them with his fingers and then went behind her and grasped them in both hands. Then he pinched her nipples which by then were quite hard. He didn’t pinch them roughly he just rolled them between his fingers almost gently. His cock was tenting his pants all to heck.
“Are you an athlete, Chuck?” I asked.
“I’m the captain of my college tennis team during the season and I do very well at it. I’m not ranked yet, but I hope to be soon,” he answered modestly.
“Would you like to swing a whip against this girl’s ass and legs today, Chuck? See those whips on the server? They are there for you to use if you have the stomach for that sort of thing?”
“I’ve never even struck a girl for any or even held a whip in my hand. But, it sure does sound exciting. Like something I’d remember all my life. I guess, I’d say yes, if it’s ok with both of you,” he responded.
“Answer the man, Trish. Tell him what he needs to know!”
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Geez Louise! When Master first told me he was going to let Chuck whip me I thought he might be kidding. As the morning progressed, I could see his plan unfolding and he wasn’t kidding.
The kid was strong and excited watching me bound before him. I did give him the go-ahead he wanted so he would realize I wasn’t going to turn him in if he did strike me. I saw he muscular arms and knew if he did hit me it would likely be harsh.
He played with my tits for a good while, which made me very wet and very keyed up. He had such a raging hard-on, that by the time he came around in front of me he had to relieve the strain so he lowered his pants. That gave him the freedom he needed to rub himself hard against my stomach as he held on to my waist.
Chuck slipped his fingers into my cunt to check how wet I was, and then put them to my mouth for me to lick clean. He didn’t try to fuck me with Master standing there but eventually, with his cock pressed hard against my core, he came in big spurts and he expressed his relief with big grunts of pleasure and gratification. Master brought him a damp towe,l which he used to clear away the sticky jism from himself and me.
When he had hitched up his pants again, Master told him to remove the books on which I was standing. Of course that action only stretched me to the max as it had two days earlier. Master said Chuck could only whip my ass and the backs of my thighs. For that I was grateful since my tits were incredibly tender by the time the kid got done playing with them.
Master gave Chuck the choice of whips to use on me. Master made me tell Chuck that I alone had purchased each of them. He chose the black, short handled, wide, leather riding crop at first, When he swung, it looked like he was wielding a tennis racket rather than a whip. I don’t think he had any idea just how much damage that thing could do to a girl.
Apparently, Master thought that I was going to be in for a bad time of it, so he gagged me like he had previously. My screams were perfectly muted as Chuck hit me the first time in the center of my right ass cheek. Master urged him on again and again. Since the gag was keeping my screams under control, I don’t think Chuck ever got the impression that his strokes were as painful as they really were… fire red painful.
I lost count of the strokes that kid perpetrated on my ass and legs but, I know I was just moments away from fainting when Master called a halt to my suffering.
“You did very well, Chuck. Let Trish kiss the whip you used. I’ll get the gag out, and you offer her a chance to thank you for the whipping by holding the whip for her to kiss. You have to understand, she is a pain slut and she really got pleasure from the whipping you just gave her.”
“Didn’t you Trish?” he asked me.
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Trish was nearly faint when I removed her gag and gave her a sip of water. I lowered her to the ground and unbound her wrists.
I nudged her and said, “Now tell Chuck how pleased you are that he spent his working time giving you that lovely whipping.”
It took her a short while to regain some level of composure, but in fact she did straighten up and acknowledge that she had been pleased to offer her body for our pleasure, and hers, and that she was grateful for his involvement. She then kissed the whip that had given her upper thighs and ass cheeks so many harsh, yet lovely, welts.
It was only a few minutes after Chuck left the suite, assured that he had not abused poor Trish, that Suzie arrived. She came with her normal massage table and an immeasurable array of lotions, creams, and oils.
“Oh, you poor dear, look at you!” she said directing her remarks at Trish. “You will certainly be the first on my table this afternoon. Let me warm up some of these creams and oils and get the table nice and comfy for you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of those nasty welts for you right and proper.”
Trish, for her part, seemed pleased at herself despite the sensitive welts. And, as we held each other waiting for Suzie to get her voodoo potions ready, Trish kissed me tenderly. I felt her juices run down her legs and knew she was a happy camper.
Suzie not only ministered to Trish’s welts but also to her throbbing cunt. She ground her mouth into Trish’s cunt with abandon and had my dear submissive stranger moaning in unbridled pleasure for, what seemed to be, an incredibly long time.
“I knew you were having fun on my stage yesterday, dear girl. If you had stayed longer, I’d have had you shaking your booty up there with the best of them. You would have made some real cash with that body of yours, you can take my word for it.”
I think that little pep talk did a lot for Trish’s ego and libido too; almost as much as much as the soothing and healing creams.
“Do you want me to get the big man ready for you sweetheart?” she asked suggestively. I helped Trish off the table and commented that Suzie would be there to minister to her several more times before the afternoon was over.
Then Suzie started with me. It didn’t take that girl long before she had my cock in her mouth and in her hands and doing some very intriguing things to my prostate. I was hard as a stone in no time. Before I let Trish clime on me, welts and all, I posed a question to her; “Trish, I don’t want you to hurt yourself on me. Those welts are nasty and I don’t want them rubbing against my legs to further aggravate them.”
“Master,” she began, “Suzie has helped me a lot and I won’t feel a thing while I’m sucking and fucking you. I want you in me and I want to be the one to pleasure your cock right here and now. Nothing will hold me back! There will be no aggravation, it will all be my joy, Sir. Believe me!” And, she was half right.
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My welts weren’t nearly as nasty later that night. I guess I am a quick healer and Suzie’s potions were for real. The residual burning was just a reminder of the great turn I was making in my life. Master took me to dinner in the dining room of the hotel and we sat at the exact same table we did last Sunday evening. I didn’t have any panties on again and I was wearing my new remote controlled butt plug and dildo. “Very daring!” I thought. He did zap me a few times but, in general he was kind.
I curled up tightly against him in bed almost like I was trying to hold back time…like I was trying to keep our time together from coming to and end. He breathed the sleep of angels, so completely relaxed and free.
In the morning, I held to my new morning rituals and was fed at his feet by hand again. I expected no more.
It occurred to me that my new Master hadn’t brought the two enema bags into our play, and I wondered what they were all about. I didn’t want to ask him for fear that that would start something we couldn’t finish.
We packed our things so we could check out on time and we each found a way to stow all of the new goodies in our respective luggage. I kissed him at the door to the suite, sort of a lovers farewell gesture to our clandestine rendezvous, and we made our way to the lobby hand-in-hand in silence.
He would forever, in my mind, be my Master and the lover I needed him to be. I had high hopes, and erotic expectations, of meeting him again; at the same hotel, next year, and the next, and the next.
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The End of Chapter # 5, and the end of the story…
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Trish - The Submissive Stranger - The Prologue
I had a wonderful time with my Master in Las Vegas. He taught me so much about myself and my erotic needs and, I had the opportunity to appreciate him so much more deeply. The words that meant the most during the whole week were the ones he said as he held the car door for me: “You know how deeply I love you and adore you, my darling Becky. You are truly my best friend. I couldn’t ask for a more satisfying lover or a more devoted slave. Now, buckle your seat belt.”
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Note # 1. I would appreciate any comments regarding this fictional work sent to biggreek100@aol.com. If you wish to correspond with me on a regular and mutually satisfactory basis, I’m generally agreeable to that as well.
Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989. LC
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