MASTERS AND SLAVES
BOOK I
SLAVE COLLECTION
BY
JONAS JONES
ISBN 978-1-60089-158-8
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Copyright © 2007 Jonas Jones
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CHAPTER 1: WE`RE HAVING A PARTY
Robert sat at his computer, making a few last minute changes to his schedule for the day.
Robert would be hosting his third slave collection party that night, and there was still
plenty to prepare. Under the desk, a nude woman sucked eagerly at his cock.
"Not too fast, there, Vicky," Robert said, holding her hair to slow her down.
"Just a little background pleasure for now." The girl whimpered. "I know, I
know, you`re an eager little slut, and you`ll get your chance, but you need to be
patient." Vicky sighed and resumed the slow, rhythmic sucking she had been providing
for the last twenty minutes. Normally, Robert`s lover Carol performed this morning
service, but Robert had her busy with other plans for tonight, and Vicky had offered to
come help out before the party. Vicky hadn`t known what she was up for, but then again,
Vicky was generally up for anything, and that was one of Robert`s favorite things about
her. They were acquaintances, mostly, but when it came to party time, Vicky was always
about.
Robert was nearly finished at the computer, and was ready to let Vicky go at it, when he
got another e-mail. It was from Lisa, and the subject line was "Regrets". This
didn`t look good, not at all. The message was short and cryptic, but said that she would
not be coming tonight. Damn it! Lisa was canceling? But she was supposed to be the
centerpiece of the collection. Robert had been planning his Slave Collection Party for
weeks. The last two were both were rousing successes amongst his friends, tops and bottoms
alike. He`d rounded up a half dozen slutty, submissive women, and offered them at-large to
a party full of kinky people of all genders. Even the other submissives at the party
enjoyed the constant show, and this time, Robert was inspired to provide his guests art as
well as entertainment.
His extensive dungeon had been prepared so that he could bind his collected slaves to
various equipment in his dungeon and present them as display for the evening. In addition
to comfortable couches and a number of chairs and cabinets against the walls, the
furniture in Robert`s dungeon included a sawhorse, a chain link spider web, a kneeling
pillory, a suspended cage, a sling, and in the center of the room, his latest creation: a
simple frame with eyehooks in each corner and ropes with cuffs for attaching a limb to
each corner, allowing full access to the slut`s body. An additional thick rope was
provided to tie around the slut`s waist. The ropes could be adjusted to bring the girl to
her knees, hands still suspended above her as she took on a hot, throbbing cock from an
eager party-goer or two.
Lisa was supposed to have her sweet, sexy body in that frame, not writing some apologetic
e-mail about how she wouldn`t be able to make it. Damn! He`d make do with five sluts, put
someone else in the frame, and leave something empty. His friends would understand. But
still, it made him angry. He pulled Vicky off his cock and grabbed her back flesh in two
fists. He pressed his knee between her thighs and began to bite her neck.
"Hump," he declared. She complied as best she could beneath him, pounding her
clit into his knee. He held her waist to the table and pulled his knee back.
"You want something?" he chuckled.
"Oh, please," she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me, please! I need your cock in
me."
At that, he quickly slapped his hand across her face, then drew it back to whack the
other side. He held her hair tightly and spoke directly into her face.
"You have no needs." He spat into her mouth and dragged her to the door. And
Vicky was such a filthy slut that this was just what she craved.
"Crawl," he hissed. She complied and dropped to her knees. He raised a short
whip from the wall and cracked it onto both ass cheeks. She cried out and began to shuffle
forward.
"Faster, slut," he demanded. "Eyes down." He pulled his pants up and
followed each of her steps with a flick of the whip. At the door of the bedroom, he landed
on her left ass several times, until she turned in the proper direction. He opened the
door to the basement and she looked downward.
He stopped her and reached his hand down to her cunt. Obediently, she held her body still
as he explored her with his fingers. After a few sharp finger flicks onto her clit, he
slid two fingers deep in her pussy. He rested them there for a moment before removing them
perfunctorily. Vicky moaned pitifully. He held his fingers up to his eyes as if reading an
oil dipstick.
"That`ll do. Keep going," he said as he kicked her ass. "Stop at the
bottom."
"What if I lose my balance?" she asked.
"Don`t," he growled.
Awkwardly, the slut placed on hand in front of the other, and resting most of her weight
nervously on her arms, crawled down the rickety wooden stairs. At the bottom, she rested
as Robert commanded, but his footsteps did not follow.
Vicky grew more and more nervous as time passed and she heard nothing. Had she done the
right thing? If not, he certainly would have corrected her. Was she supposed to do
something else? No, he had told her to stop at the bottom of the stairs. She waited for
what felt like an age, until her arms began to shake occasionally and her knees grew sore.
She began to flex her arms, and instantly heard heavy footsteps thumping down the steps.
Vicky felt the whip hitting her ass over and over. Again and again, the harsh leather bit
against Vicky`s skin. She screamed as her flesh grew red and hot, but Robert ignored her
cries as he reprimanded her.
"I gave you one simple instruction, slut. Barely even an instruction. All you had to
do was wait, bitch, and you couldn`t even do that." Vicky`s ass began to welt, and
still he beat her.
"You don`t know how to stay still? Fine, then." Robert gave a few final slices
across both cheeks, then pulled Vicky`s hair over towards the sawhorse, leaving her ass
high in the air, deep red and already taking on a bruised purple undertone. He chained her
ankles to one side of the horse, then stretched her body over the center and attached her
wrists down at the base. He draped a white sheet over her and chuckled to himself as he
saw the sheet shake and heard her crying.
"I`d planned to have you help me prepare for the party, Vicky, but it seems like you
need to learn a lesson instead. You`re welcome, bitch," he called through the sheet.
"Thank you, Master, Robert."
"Good thing I prepared in advance," Robert muttered as he climbed the stairs
back to the rest of the house. "I just tied up the help." It wasn`t until he
neared the top of the stairs that he realized that he`d never gotten off. He`d been too
distracted by the e-mail from Lisa, and then the fun of taking it out on Vicky, that he`d
thrashed on her and chained her in place before dumping his cum into her mouth. He could
be so distractible sometimes. It was time to visit Marie.
Marie was Robert`s wife of thirteen years, and among a great many things, a brilliant
cook. Robert watched her from the kitchen door, admiring her masterful shaping of
individual pie crusts. She was making mini quiches from scratch, the doll. She wore only a
full-length black apron, black three inch heels, and thin chains on her ankles and wrists.
The tie of the apron sat at the small of her back and the strings nestled themselves
between her sweet, curved ass cheeks. Robert could see some faint welts from the beating
she had received earlier, but her skin healed quickly, and they would be gone by tonight.
Most of the time, Robert and Marie had a fairly egalitarian relationship. He had control
in the bedroom, yes, but other than that, they were equals. Most of the time. But when
Robert put his chains on her, she was his, whether for an hour, a day, or a week. This
time, it had been three days already of preparations, cleaning the house and polishing the
play equipment.
Now, Marie`s left ankle was attached to one leg of the large wooden table and a long
length of chain was curled by her foot. She had enough room to reach the fridge and the
pantry as well as the stove and the sink, but there were no chairs in reach. He liked to
make sure that Marie was attentive to her work, and he believed that sitting down made her
lazy. Marie had been left to cook for the past three hours, ever since her whipping early
this morning. Her feet ached from the heels she wore, and she knew there was still a long
day of chores ahead of her. Robert always worked her hard before a party. She was nearly
looking forward to being caged later. It would be agony to watch the wild sex and beatings
below without being able to participate, but a least she would get to rest.
Marie worked on, unaware of her husband behind her. She rolled the dough thinly and laid
the discs carefully into the small trays. Her fingers worked deftly and rhythmically.
Robert discreetly stepped closer to Marie.
"Don`t slouch," he commanded. Marie jumped at the sudden noise and stood as
tall as she could, sucking in her stomach and holding her shoulders back.
"Turn around."
Marie did so, then waited for Robert`s nod before speaking.
"Yes, Sir? May I help you?"
"How`s the food going?"
"Well, Sir," she said. "These are the last of the quiche here, and then
I`ll be on to cheese puffs."
"Very good, very good, my toy. Our guests will certainly need some snacks after all
the energy they`ll be putting out tonight. Won`t they, my toy?" Marie nodded slowly.
"Too bad you`ll be missing all the fun up in the rafters." He laughed. Marie
held her head lower. "Remind me, my toy, why will you be in the rafters?"
Marie breathed deeply and proceeded to answer Robert`s question as formally and as
properly as she could. "When this toy wears your chains, Sir, she is yours. There is
to be no release, no enjoyment of my body that isn`t for you and by your hand. In order
that your toy not be used against your wishes, she will be raised above the party, only to
watch."
Robert smiled slowly. "And how does that make you feel, my toy?"
"Horny as fuck, Sir." Robert`s grin burst into the rest of his face. He didn`t
tell her that with Lisa canceling, she just might get to be the star performer herself.
Why ruin her anticipated misery just yet?
"Well then, I`ve got some good news for you, my toy. I have a use for you. Can you
take a break from cooking?"
"Certainly, Sir."
"Perfect." Robert released Marie from the length of chain and led her by the
hand to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed and rapidly unbuttoned his pants.
"Apron up," he said simply, and she complied. He jumped her and quickly had his
cock in her cunt. His cock felt so filling and good inside her, and yet too much all at
once. Marie was also painfully aware that Robert`s cock would be gone before she really
warmed up to it. When he wanted to, Robert could get himself off quite efficiently in her
pussy. She should know. She once spent a month with these brief interludes as her only
stimulation. He had used her several times a day, which only titillated and frustrated her
more.
"Good thing being my toy keeps you all good and lubed." Robert spoke casually
as he rammed his cock into Marie. "That Vicky, she got me all riled up, and before I
knew it, I was beating her and setting her up on the horse for tonight,"
"Already, Sir?"
"Oh, you know Vicky," Robert laughed. "She can`t get enough. Just make
sure you water and feed her in the middle of the day. We want her sore, not
incapacitated."
Thinking of the sexy woman downstairs tied to his dungeon furniture, his sweet fucktoy of
a wife beneath him, and his devoted lover off in the other bedroom, not to mention the
pair of sluts he`d be picking up in the afternoon for tonight`s party, Robert was pleased.
So much submissive flesh at his will, and with promises of wonderful displays of
subservience and sadism tonight, he forgave Lisa for missing the evening. There would be
other times to take it out on her. For today, there was plenty to concentrate on, plenty
of women to submit to his will and to assemble into his wonderful slave collection to
share for the evening.
"Oh my god, Marie, you are such a slut," Robert moaned, and he soon came,
filling her cunt and collapsing onto her. He rolled over and drug Marie`s head to his cock
so that she could clean him off. He gave her a vigorous slap to the ass and sent her back
to the kitchen.
"We don`t want anything to burn now, do we?"
"No, Sir." Marie instinctively rubbed her forearm. The last time she had burnt
dinner while wearing Robert`s chains, she had received several cigarette burns to her own
arm. They hurt like hell at the time, but Marie treasured them, because they reminded her
that Robert held her to a high standard. When Marie agreed to be Robert`s part-time slave,
she had no idea how much discipline she needed. But now, she craved it, and gratefully
returned to the kitchen to resume her culinary labors.
Robert dozed on the bed for a few minutes. As he roused, he let his mind drift. There was
a lot to be done today, for sure, but there was no point in being a dominant about to host
a wild slave collection party if you couldn`t do it at your own pace. Marie had the food
under control, the dungeon had been cleaned earlier in the week, and he wasn`t picking up
the other two sluts until this afternoon. Mostly, Robert`s main mission for the day was
gathering and preparing the slave collection, and thanks to Vicky, that process was
already underway.
For now, that left only Carol. Dear, sweet little Carol, Robert`s lover of the past six
months, who at this very moment, was sitting quietly, patiently in the guest bedroom.
Carol was a waif of a girl, with creamy hazelnut skin, silky brown eyes, and the tightest
little dreadlocks framing her ever hopeful face.
Robert had met Carol at a play party in a basement in Brooklyn last month. She had stood
in the middle of the room, looking about for her friends and wearing a weak smile he now
knew well. She looked like she would have sulked off into the deepest corners of the
basement if she could have found one without numerous people having sex in it. Carol
didn`t seem uncomfortable with the kinky scenes around her, but she was noticeably
overwhelmed by the sheer volume of people.
Robert made eye contact with her from across the basement floor and approached her with a
blindfold. She swiftly fell to her feet and felt at ease the moment he removed her sight.
He guided her to a chair ten feet off, sat down, and lowered her to the ground, where she
devoted herself to his cock. Robert was astounded with how deeply and ably she was able to
take him. Her mouth, her entire self seemed so small from the outside, and yet, her
insides were cavernous. He knew in that moment that he would do his best to keep this
talented little thing around.
Since then, Carol had taken to spending weekends at his home in southern New Jersey.
Marie loved to have her around, since Carol was as talented serving clits as she was
serving dicks. Robert had had a great time last weekend keeping Carol running between
Marie and himself, tiring out her fuckhole of a mouth until all she was good for was a
cunthole for Robert`s cock. Carol had made a wonderful addition to Robert`s life. Today,
she was about to experience becoming part of his slave collection, and Robert intended to
make the event as memorable for her as possible.
Carol had arrived in town last night and after a quick fuck from Robert, had been
blindfolded and brought to the guest bedroom to spend the night alone. Upon awaking, she
was to kneel at the foot of the bed, waiting. Robert`s goal for Carol this weekend was
patience. Carol often arrived at the house hyper from the big city, and that distracted
her from serving Robert at her best. This weekend, Robert wished her to sit with her
silence, so that she would be more fully prepared to give all of herself to the partygoers
this evening. Carol was a treasure Robert wanted to share, and he wanted her fully
polished.
At nine o`clock this morning, Robert had sent Marie to the guest bedroom with a simple
breakfast of toast and coffee, along with a jar in which to relieve herself. After her
meal, Carol returned her hands to her knees and continued to sit quietly. She felt safe
and cared for in Robert`s home, whether or not he was present, and she listened to her
breath, trying not to strain for noise that would tell her that her Master was near. He
would come for her when he was ready, and until then, it was her duty to be available and
eagerly receptive when he should arrive. She had permission to kneel high or low, to
alternately relieve her knees and to prevent her feet for falling asleep. For that, she
was grateful.
Robert rummaged in the hall closet for his softest ropes. They were a tight cotton knit,
thin but surprisingly strong, and they caressed their captive with just enough give to
allow for endurance bondage. They were a deep blood red, giving an extra dash of sultry
exhibition to whomever they restrained. They would be perfect for tonight, and for no one
better than Carol.
As Robert entered the guest bedroom, Carol breathed in and out slowly. She remained at
the foot of the bed, where she belonged, and wore only the tight, fur blindfold that had
been securely buckled and locked last night. Her soft ass cheeks rested on her heels, and
with her head bowed, she was a salacious package of naked, curving flesh. Robert draped
the ropes around her neck, opened a window, and settled himself in a cozy chair. He waited
a full five minutes, watching his lover`s chest heave deeply, basking in the new sensation
of the ropes about her, then slowly returning to her former calm state. She shivered when
a cool breeze flew through the room, leaving her nipples hard and awake. She kept her head
low and her body as steady as she could, highly aware that she was being observed, and
deeply wanting to please.
Robert`s patience was nearly infinite, especially when he had long term goals, as he did
with Carol. He planned someday to invite her into his room permanently, but not until she
was ready, not until he knew that she would accept without hesitation. There was still too
much independence left in her, and he was willing to wait until she drained out fully
before calling her his own. Instead, he entertained himself ceaselessly by dragging out
every moment and forcing her to accept her submission to him.
Robert snapped his fingers. Carol held the smile that threatened to break on her face,
for she knew it could easily mean another hour before his touch. Instead, she slowly
crawled towards the sound of Robert`s fingers, feeling her way towards where she thought
she heard him. From a few feet away, Robert snapped again so that Carol could properly
place herself at his feet. He put her head in his lap and began to stroke her neck. She
purred lightly. The girl would make a good pet, once she was ready to be domesticated,
Robert thought to himself as he placed the tiny key into the lock on Carol`s blindfold.
"Look at me!" he commanded, whisking the blindfold from Carol`s eyes.
Through the pain of the sudden light, Carol strained her eyes open, wincing to look at
the glorious man who before her. She resisted her body`s calls to shut her eyes, wishing
to show him her surrender in them. Her efforts were not lost on him. It had been his
intention to give her a single vision, to impress his face upon her, to give her something
to focus on when he dropped her back into darkness.
"Do you have any questions or concerns before we begin?" he asked gently.
Carol hadn`t thought she did, but once he asked, the words spilled out of her brain from
deep inside. "Just one. May I call you Master?"
Robert smiled down at the girl and tucked a tight dreadlock behind her ear.
"I`m sorry, Carol darling, but I have to say no. Or at least, not yet. I want you to
really want it first. However, you may call me Sir, if you wish."
"Thank you, Sir," Carol said, embarrassed that she had made such a bold
request.
"Is that really all?"
"Yes, Sir," said Carol. "I trust you."
"Good girl. Then I`ll see you later this evening." He placed the blindfold back
over her eyes, and Carol found the return to darkness comforting. After a morning alone,
the sudden stimulation had been overwhelming. For the first time, Carol felt truly nervous
about the evening. What would be expected of her? What if it was all too much?
Robert felt Carol`s body stiffen, so he laid her head in his lap for a few moments before
going ahead with his plan. He rubbed her shoulders lightly and reminded her that he had
chosen her for this because he trusted her, because he knew that she was a strong girl who
would do anything for her dominant.
"Feel this," Robert said, handing Carol an item from the table. It was soft
leather, a thin loop with a clasp. A collar. "Do you care to be my pet, girl?"
Carol nodded genuinely. She wanted to be this man`s pet more than she wanted anything else
in the world.
"Then do your best today. You will be expected to be patient, and to follow orders
carefully and graciously. What you are told to do, you will do. What you are told not to
do, you will not do. If I am pleased, we will talk more about whether you may wear my
collar." Carol felt her body melt into Robert`s lap. She savored every moment he gave
her, rubbing her back softly and massaging her temple. He traced the back of his index
finger against her jaw line. Oh, how she would be sore tonight. Carol would spend the
evening kneeling in the pillory of the dungeon, giving blow jobs to anyone who passed by
and thrust her head into or onto them. At the last party, Vicky had been at the pillory,
and she`d barely gotten a break all night long. Carol gave a fantastic, devoted blow job,
and Robert well expected that Carol would be busy throughout the night.
Without warning, Robert pulled on the ropes around Carol`s neck, squeezing them tight.
"If you don`t cooperate, you will be punished. You remember Cracky the Whip, girl?
I`ve been meaning to get an afternoon of target practice in. Don`t make it your
ass."
Carol shuddered at the implement`s mention. Its humorous name masked an evil bite. While
Robert loved to beat her, and Carol would withstand nearly anything to please Robert, she
didn`t much enjoy pain, and Robert`s single-tailed whip was cruel instrument that Robert
used with sadistic abandon. Robert had only used it on her once, and only five lashes. A
full session of that whip would surely have her crying and begging him to stop. Carol
resolved to stay attentive and focused on the prospect of Robert`s collar instead. She
would be as patient as a mountain if that was what it took. And it seemed to be that way,
because after Robert let go of the ropes, he dropped them and left the room. Carol
remained on her knees in front of the chair.
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