He
squeezed the milk-white breasts gently but insistently. He had been doing so for several
minutes. The nipples felt quite firm. They were fairly large, of the palest brown,
as were the surrounding aureoles. Gavin
was perfectly prepared to understand that the girl did not truly enjoy having
her breasts mauled by him so he could only assume, as he had done often enough
before, that the reaction could be put down to nature. He saw that the girl’s dark brown eyes were
almost totally closed and that she was breathing softly.
She
was in a state of submission - almost relaxed submission, it seemed. Gavin could play with her as he wished.
But
it had not always been like this ...
They
were lying, side by side, on the low bed, set in the centre of the cabin. It was an area Gavin liked to think of as his
‘Playroom’. He had had many hours of
pleasure there ... pleasures of different kinds. His right hand came away from the girl’s left
breast and ran almost idly, downwards.
Over the smooth hump of the belly; over the neatly shaped navel. Down still further. To the soft depilated sex mound. As a single finger slid between the velvet sex-lips,
Gavin felt the girl quiver. Just very
slightly. He imagined it still took the
girl some considerable effort to be totally submissive. He felt the thighs parting a little,
acknowledging that submission. His
fingers found the clitoris and the girl quivered a little more sharply. She was breathing, perhaps, just a little
faster. Gavin smiled faintly, enjoying
his complete mastery.
But
it had not always been like this ...
Gavin
was already solidly hard and had been for some time. His erection pressed into the girl’s
flank. She must be very aware of it, he
though. Slowly but remorselessly, Gavin
began to titillate the clitoris. He
wanted the girl nicely warmed up before he fucked her later on. There was something else to be attended to
before he gave her that fucking. But
there was no hurry. He continued to
manipulate the little nub of sex-flesh, feeling the surroundings getting softer
and warmer.
The
girl had begun to breathe rather faster; her wide, pouting lips were a little
parted. Gavin steadily increased the
pace of his fingers. He lowered his head
his mouth was against the girl’s ear.
“Let
go, slave,” he whispered. “Let yourself
come. You know, you love to ...”
The
nubile young body gave a shudder. Then
the thighs parted a little wider, the girl, Gavin realised, was beginning to
abandon herself to the inevitable. He
was totally in control of her sensations and sexual reactions.
But
it had not always been like this ...
Gavin
frigged faster and faster. Short, tiny
moans could now be heard. “Ah ... uh ...
ah ... uh ... aahh ... uuuhh ... aahh ... uuuhhh ...”
He
was working her up nicely. Her belly was
beginning to quiver. Just very
slightly. Also the insides of her parted
thighs.
“Are
you going to come soon, slave?”
whispered Gavin.
“Mmmm
... aahh ... y-yes, Master ....”
Gavin
moved his mouth and gave one of the pert nipples a small nip. This produced a minuscule squeal and a tiny
shiver.
“Hurry
it up, my beauty. I want you coming in
floods.”
“Yer
.. esss .. Master ... yes ...” The belly
and thighs had begun to quiver more.
“Perhaps
you’d like the dildo up you?”
“N-No
... no ... Master ... I ... I ...”
“I
think I’ll give it to you all the same.”
Gavin moved his fingers and picked up the pink rubber dildo which lay on
the bed. It was not the largest one he
had but it was still quite formidable.
“Here it comes,” he said, grinning.
Then he trust the dildo fully in.
The
girl uttered a series of gasping wails, her limbs kicking and splaying. But she was quite unresisting.
But
it had not always been like this ...
Slowly
but firmly, Gavin thrust the dildo in and out.
Thump ... thump ... thump ... it went.
“Pull
up your knees, slave,” ordered Gavin.
The girl did so and her buttocks and sex became more uplifted, making it
easier to work the dildo. Gavin saw the
girl had begun to quake rather than quiver.
Her eyes were no longer closed but open and staring. However, it was a staring that appeared
almost sightless. She began to gasp.
“Come
... come ...” insisted Gavin.
“H-Haaah
.... hhaaaahhh ... y-yes ... M-Master ....”
The
girl’s haunches had begun to buck up and down.
Gavin worked the dildo ever faster.
He’d really got her going. It was
wonderful to see her becoming more and more out of control. Abandoned.
It demonstrated his total control.
But
it had not always been like this ...
The
girl climaxed, little squeaking cries gasping in her throat ... the mouth now
wide ... her haunches squirming and twisting uncontrollably. Jerking, juddering. She twisted to one side. Spent. Whimpering.
“Good
girl,” said Gavin, patting a warm flank.
“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
More
whimpering and then a whispered: “Y-Yes
.. M-Master ...”
Gavin
smiled indulgently. “And there is a
penalty, is there not, girl when a slave enjoys herself sexually when her
Master’s cock is not up her?”
A
small pause. “Yes ... M-Master ...”
“Nothing
too severe, but a penalty all the same.”
“Y-Yes
... Master ...” A hopeless, almost
despairing whimper. The admission of
another defeat in a long line of previous defeats.
“Very
well, slave. I want your backside up
high and your thighs parted wide.”
Gavin
watched with sadistic relish as his order was complied with, almost without
hesitation. The girl knelt on the
mattress, pressing her nose into it, her palms being placed flat down on either
side of her head. Then her superbly
curvaceous hindquarters came thrusting up high ... two gibbous moons of
milk-white flesh ... the smooth skin taut.
Then the long tapering thighs parted to display openly the silken,
bulging flesh of the split-fig sex.
The
ultimate in submission, thought Gavin.
But
it has not always been like this ...
Gavin
picked up the cane. It was one of the
most lightweight he possessed. Of pale
yellow willow, hook-handled, it stung sharply rather than truly punished.
He
tapped the girl’s upthrust bottom lightly, delighting in the little
apprehensive quivers of the flesh. My
God, what a superb bottom it was! And
how much untold pleasure it had given him!
“Just
six, slave. Is your Master not kind and
considerate?”
“O-Ohh
... yes ... Master ...” Gavin saw the
nate-flesh twitch. Kind or considerate,
or not, Gavin was well aware that it was never pleasant for a girl to have a
cane laid across her bare bottom.
“Count,”
he said.
“Y-Y-Yess
... Master ...”
Standing
directly behind the girl, Gavin laid the first stroke diagonally across her
right buttock cheek. The girl uttered a
little gasp and her bottom twisted fractionally to one side as the thin, pink
weal lined itself across the curving flesh.
Delightful, thought Gavin.
“One
... Master ...” said the girl in a low, tremulous voice.
Gavin
laid the second stroke across the left buttock cheek at a similar diagonal
angle. He liked a certain degree of
symmetry when he was punishing. Not that
this was exactly punishment. Merely
exacting a mild penalty.
“T-two
...” said the girl. Her hands had not
moved and her nose remained pressed into the bed-top. Only her bottom moved. But then only modestly. If modesty is a word that can be used under
such circumstances!
But
it had not always been like this ...
In
his mind’s eye, Gavin could see that same curvaceous bottom writhing wildly ...
frenziedly ... uncontrollably ... when, on earlier occasions, it had been
punished with deserved severity.
The
third stroke bit into the right buttock cheek.
Perhaps just a little harder. The
girl gasped, squirming left and right.
“Ahh
... three ... Master ...”
“That’s
right, slave. Three more to come. Keep that bottom high, my girl, or I’ll start
all over again.”
Gavin
smiled with satisfaction as the naked hindquarters thrust up to the absolute
maximum. Beautiful to behold!
His
plan was simple. He would lay on the
final three strokes diagonally, each one a little harder than the one which had
preceded it. The girl would be made to
squirm adequately but he doubted if she would lose her designated posture.
Number
four ...
“Ahhh
.... aaaahhh!” Oh yes, she squirmed
nicely. “F-Four ... Master ...” The bottom came thrusting back high again. The girl knew it must. Gavin’s erection was big and rock hard,
swinging before him. He could hardly
wait to get into this luscious young creature.
Soon he would be making her squirm for other reasons.
Number
five ...
“Oooowww
.... aaagghhhh ....” Yes, he had given
her that one with plenty of zip. “Oh ...
Oh ... f-five, Master ...” came a whimpering cry. As the buttocks came thrusting back up into
position, they clenched in dread of the final stroke.
Gavin
gave it to her. Really whiplashing
in. It wasn’t really fair, but he enjoyed
doing so!
“Yeee
... oowwww .... owwwww!” cried the girl,
writhing momentarily out of control. “Oh
... oh ... six, M-Master ...”
The
buttocks came up high again, thrusting presented ... invitingly presented ...
just in case Gavin decided that a few more strokes might not come amiss. Gavin could see what an effort it was for the
girl to resume that so humiliating posture.
He smiled happily.
It
had not always been like this ...
Gavin
tossed the cane on to the floor, then knelt on the bed behind the girl.
“And
now, slave, I am going to fuck you. Have
you anything to say?”
“Th-Thank
you ... M-Master ... I am ... am honoured Master ...”
Grinning,
Gavin gripped the two smooth flanks before him.
Warm, succulent living female flesh.
His balls felt heavy with lust; his prick was quivering in anticipation.
“Ask
for it, slave,” said Gavin hoarsely.
“M-Master
... oh Master ... I beg you to stick your cock up me!” cried the girl.
With
a lecherous snort, Gavin rammed into the succulent depths which were so abjectly
and invitingly presented to his.
Delicious! The girl was meltingly
warm - the result of using the dildo.
Mouth half agape, Gavin grunted his lustful pleasure as he rammed and
rammed. Oh yes, delicious! He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, but
he didn’t really mind. This lovely young
pussy was always available whenever he wanted it.
Gavin’s
pleasure was intensified by the way the girl acted and reacted to his powerful
thrusting.
She
was fully co-operative.
Fully!
And
getting more hot and juicy all the time.
It
had not - certainly not - always been like this ...
Within
a few minutes, Gavin rose to a crescendo and ejaculated violently into the
squirming depths he possessed. It seemed
to him that the girl was climaxing too.
Though she might be simulating.
But what did that matter? The
pleasure was just as exquisitely satisfying.
Gavin
slumped down, panting, crushing the girl beneath him. She was quivering and twitching, making
little moaning noises.
That
was very nice. Mmmm .. yes indeed.
A
really super fuck.
And
it was all down to his training.
***
Gavin
withdrew, then gave the girl’s bottom a none too gentle slap.
“You
can take a shower, slave,” he said, “but don’t be too long about it. I want to chain you up for the night.”
“Y-Yes
... yes ... Master ... thank you ... Master ...” The girl forced herself up and stumbled to
the door at the far end of the cabin.
Her bottom, carrying six slim weals, bounced and undulated deliciously.
At
a leisurely pace, Gavin followed the girl through the door. He heard the shower turn on in an
alcove. To the left stood a humped
Punishment Block covered in brown leather and festooned with pinioning straps. To the right were two wooden cubicles, each
containing a bed and a thin mattress.
One of the cubicles was for the girl, the other was already occupied by
the first slave Gavin had ever acquired.
She was naked with her wrists chained to an iron collar about her
neck. From the collar a chain ran to a
ringbolt in the wall. It seemed to Gavin
that she was asleep.
Of
course, there was no need to chain the girls in this fashion, but Gavin always
did so. It was a perpetual reminder of
their slavery.
The
girl’s smooth back and bottom looked inviting but, after his recent exertions,
Gavin was not at all to be tempted. In
any event, he had given this senior slave girl a really solid fucking earlier
in the day. He reckoned it had lasted
all of twenty minutes.
She
emerged from the shower and came towards him, those beautiful breasts bouncing
most attractively. She went to her knees
at Gavin’s feet.
“On
your bed,” he ordered.
At
once the girl went into the cubicle and lay on the bed. Gavin placed the iron collar about her neck,
then locked her wrists to it. She was,
as ever, totally helpless. Casually Gavin
fondled the available breasts.
“Quite
a good fuck, Trudi,” he said. “I hope
you enjoyed it.”
“Oh
yes, Master. Very much, Master.” Gavin grinned down briefly at the girl, then
left the cubicle.
It
had not - certainly not - always been like this ...