Seductive Master, The - 07
As you stand, before your Master, reviewing the
events of the last few days, your body reacts to the
thrilling pleasures it has experienced from the hand of
your well experienced Master and Mistress. You reflect
now on the time spent in the library, your crimson
colored ass exposed to all who enter the room. You
sink into deeper thought to recall every detail of the
event.
Your Master leaves you to your Mistress's hand,
while he dresses in preparation of his meeting. Your
Mistress takes you and leads you down the hall to the
library. Once inside, she leads you to a corner
opposite the door. You suddenly realize the first
thing anyone who enters will see is your reddened
bottom. You flush with redness from your
embarrassment.
"Stand in this corner slave. Hands at your side.
Do not turn around unless ordered by your Master. Do
not move, regardless of what may happen, unless given
permission from your Master. And above all, do not
speak, unless specifically asked a question by your
Master. Do you understand slave?"
"Yes Mistress." you answer, and a sudden slap
comes firmly down on your redden buttocks.
"You were told not to speak unless your Master
asks you a question. Now remember that slave."
You wait, with face pressed into the corner. Your
pussy still not having relief from the near orgasm your
Master brought you to, is now releasing its juices and
they are running down the inside of your slightly
spread legs. You hear the door open behind you, then
close, and your heart pounds in your head, as you feel
the rush of blood come to your face. You do not know
who has entered the room. It could be your Master.
But then again, it could be a guest of his. You remain
standing with your face pressed forward to the corner.
You are longing to sneak a peek at who is in the room,
but you dare not, in fear of the reprisal for such an
action.
Again the door opens and closes. You hear someone
move across the room and sit behind you. This same
action is repeated five more times before your Master
enters the room and speaks.
"Good afternoon all. Are we ready to begin?"
"Yes," you hear another man's voice,"but first
Nathaniel, could you explain about this lovely miss in
the corner?"
"I should be happy to Tom", your Master says.
"This is my newest little puss slave. She failed to
behave properly this morning. As you can see from her
reddened buttocks, she was swiftly punished for her
behavior and ordered to the corner to the display
herself."
"May I ask," you are mortified now for the voice
you hear is that of a woman, "what she did Nathaniel to
warrant a sound spanking?"
"Of course," your Master says, much to your
embarrassment, "my dear Grace. This little puss
continues to touch herself. A feeble attempt to bring
herself satisfaction, she moves her fingers to her
dripping pussy and tries to bring herself to orgasm. I
say feeble, dear Grace, for we all know, only a Master
or Mistress can give total satisfaction to a puss."
You knew it would come to this. You knew, deep
within yourself, that your Master would explain the
reason for you punishment. You wanted to find a rock
to crawl under you felt such indignity now. Your body
trembles at the thought of all these unknown, faceless
people looking at your redden ass and your juices
running down the inside of your opened legs. This is
worse than any whipping or spanking. This is a
humiliation you shall not forget. Yet the excitement
of it all is racing through your body and courses
through your veins. You can feel your heart beating
faster and faster and your pussy juice flowing harder
than before.
"May I examine her thrashed buttocks Nathaniel?",
you recognize the voice as that of Grace. You pray
your Master will say no. You hope your body is only
for the touch of your Master and Mistress. You heart
sinks when you hear him speak, saying "of course you
may dear Grace, as may you all." You wanted to run, as
fast as you can, to get away from this demoralizing
action about to take place. But alas, you know you
will not run. You know, somewhere deep within you,
this is the treatment you have craved and longed for.
Suddenly you feel a hand touch your tender ass. You
wrench upward slightly when it does. The hand moves
firmly over you ass and down between your ass cheeks.
You can tell from the touch it is a woman's hand, and
assume it belongs to the one called Grace. Her fingers
move over your anus and play teasingly at the ring.
You jerk again, for the area is tender from the dildo
it experienced this morning. She moves her fingers
deeper down your slit till they rest upon your opened
hole of your pussy. The lips of which are opened wide
because of your spread legs. She slowly thrusts her
fingers into your opening then pulls them out again.
She repeats the action several times and you can feel
yourself becoming more and more excited. Your stomach
muscles ripple with the excitement and you are burning
deep within your womb to be satisfied. Your desire to
reach for your pussy is so strong, yet your resist,
still feeling the harshness of the spanking you
received not more than twenty minutes ago. Her fingers
move in and out of you faster now, until you feel you
are on the edge of an explosive orgasm. Yet, as you
reach the pinnacle of pleasure she withdraws her
fingers and leaves you stand in total discontentment.
One by one the faceless people of the room touch
you in various areas of your body. Each bringing you
closely to orgasm, each leaving you as you react and
reach the edge. One man slaps lightly at your still
burning ass, as his fingers slide in front of you and
rubs your clit. You don't think you can stand it any
longer, you are thrusting your hips forward now, ever
so slightly, for you are restraining them as much as
you can because you were told not to move. As you
reach the height of your near explosive orgasm, the
stimulation is stopped again, leaving you in such
frustration that tears flow down your cheeks.
You can hear laughter when the fingers are pulled
from you. Someone, a male voice says, 'She is a hot
puss isn't she Nathaniel.' More of a statement of fact
rather than a question. They leave you in your now
very uncomfortable position and begin to attend to the
business they had come to discuss. The meeting goes on
for nearly an hour and half and as each faceless person
leaves the room, they walk first to you and lightly
spank at your bottom once then walk out. Silence
settles round you now, and you can not even hear your
Master in the room. Suddenly you hear a chair roll on
a plastic sheeting, the type that covers the floor to
protect the carpeting.
"Well little puss," you hear your Master's say, as
he reaches out and touches your shoulder. "You may turn
around now." You do so quickly. "You were very good
little puss, taking your punishment so bravely. Come
to your Master's arms and be held." You need no
further encouragement, and all but fall into his opened
arms and rest your head to his suited chest. He holds
you tenderly for a very long time in silence. His
hands rubbing, caressing your body tenderly. You feel
the warmth of his touch and the firmness of his body
pressed to yours and the sensation of being wrapped
within a cocoon, safe, warm, protected envelopes you as
you burrow your head even more into him. His lips
brush your head, then his fingers find your chin and
brings your face to his. He gently, tenderly kisses
you, his tongue slowly moving into your mouth. His
kiss lingers, his tongue teasing yours, for a long
time, then he forces his tongue deep within your mouth
and holds you firmly to him. You want this man, this
Master, with every fiber of your being. But all too
soon he pulls back from you and orders you upstairs to
the bedroom you used last night.
Once upstairs to the bedroom, you walk inside to
find your Mistress waiting.
"Slave, standing position." She orders, and you
immediately assume the position. "Slave you will
shower, wash your hair, and shave your legs and
underarm, put on a scant amount of makeup and dry your
hair. Of course you may touch yourself, but you may
not masturbate. You shall then return to the bedroom
and we will prepare you for this evening. You have one
hour slave to do these things. You may also relieve
yourself if you desire and a cold glass of iced tea is
waiting you in the bath." She turns and walks out,
leaving you, for the first time today, totally alone
for one full hour.
You do all you have been instructed and when you
hear the door open to the bedroom you are just
finishing the light touch of color to your lips. You
have stood before the mirror and examined your flaming
red ass cheeks. They still hurt when you sit down, you
quickly found out when you went to sit down before the
mirror to dry your hair.
"Kneeling position slave," you hear your Mistress
call out to you from the adjoining bedroom. You
quickly move into the room and kneel, with your legs
spread wide, your hands behind your head and you head
bowed slightly.
"Very good slave. You are learning quickly.
Though you have much to learn. Tonight slave, you
shall have dinner with your Master and I. Joining us
will be a few guests. You shall, however, wear nothing
and you will be seated on your honorable throne."
Your mind rushes with the indignity of such a
thing. Again being displayed before strangers, your
nudity open to their eyes and your pussy spread wide
open while sitting on a dildo stuck into your anus.
"I shall prepare you here slave, placing K-Y jelly
on your delicate anal hole. Then you shall walk
downstairs to the dining room, where your Master will
be waiting with guests and you shall, at his or my
instruction go directly to your throne and be seated.
If you hesitate or need help in pressing the small
dildo into your ass or in any way embarrass your Master
or I you shall be taken over his or my knee and paddled
right then and there. You will then receive not less
than ten spanks from each person in the room for your
bad behavior and embarrassment caused them. Now slave,
you will rise, get into bed and rest before this
evening's entertainment."
Without a word you do as instructed. Your bottom
touches the bed and you are painfully reminded of
punishment for disobedience. You roll on to your side
and sleep conquers you quickly, albeit the thoughts
dashing through your mind.
