"She's been received"
Erotica Fantasy Fiction
Lacey received the package within days of its sending. She did not recognize the handwriting on the label, nor did it possess a return address, but she knew who had sent the flogger by its smell. She carefully pulled it from the wrappings as if it were made of fine china. She arranged its tendrils as if they were hair. Lacey did not lust for it. Her desire for pain did not rear up, as curiosity had possessed her suddenly.
Sir Steve knew where she was. He had sent this tool as a message. The message was simply this: Sir Steve was the only person who knew about her painful secret. He never told the other members of the staff that she enjoyed pain. Only he could give her the exquisite release that agony offered, and the most intense release came from this cat-o-nine-tails. She knew because it smelled like her. She had soaped it with the oils that she made for him. Sir Steve knew where she was. Therefore, John knew where Sir Steve was.
In those dark moments, standing alone in the kitchen with her cat-o-nine-tails in hand, Lacey came to the revelation that she would have to see her trainer again. She would have to find him and subjugate herself to him.
Lacey first enslaved herself to him after an elaborate ceremony in which common slaves were released to their masters in the outside world. Lacey had decided to stay and apprentice herself in the hopes of one day becoming a mistress of sorts at the school. After the independence ceremony, after all the other slaves were gone and only staff was left, they held an auction.
All of the masters stood around her and made their bids of what they had to offer her that the others could not. The opening bid was six hours of oral sex, a tempting offer to begin an elaborate procession of offers from many men and women. The original bids covered the gamut of sexual ecstasy. After the fourth round, the bids included not only sexual feats but social ones as well. Dom Galen offered her Phantom of the Opera tickets. Mistress Amy had tickets to Kiss of the Spider Woman but would offer oral sex in the aisle And so forth. This went on and on. Eventually, Lacey tired of it and lost track of who was offering what. Sir Steve had not attended the auction citing his belief that slaves cannot sell themselves, their gifts can only be given. Still, she wished that he had attended. She would have welcomed his strength. He would have to give her over to her new master, and so she stopped the auction and sent for him. He arrived within moments and asked her for the name of the one she had chosen.
"I can't," she said. He looked at her, dumbfounded.
"Why? Why not? The finest trainers on the planet are assembled in this room. Can't you choose one of them?"
"Everyone has made a bid but you," she had said.
"Oh. Well, you know that I will not do that. You cannot sell yourself to me."
"But if I did, what would you give me?"
"I would give you what I have always given you."
"And what is that?"
"Whatever you want."
She smiled at him, and the other trainers groaned. "Sold," she said.
The next day, she was taken to his quarters, where she was bound to his table. He sent for her two hours before the tattooist was to arrive in order to prepare her appropriately. He bathed her himself as the rest of the slaves had gone. Even though he had explained in the minutest of detail what would happen, she was still nervous. It amused him and he sought to distract her. Sir Steve told her stories as he massaged her back to relax her. He used licorice oil, which would deaden the pain a bit. He massaged it into the fleshy lips of her cunt and she was quite numb and calm when the tattooist arrived. She did not notice the engraving of her master's name into the area just above her backside. However, it drew her concern when Sir Steve pinned her pelvic region to the table. He had not warned her of the piercing and so she was very surprised, but not frightened.
Days later, after the chain was in place and the soreness had subsided, he let her sleep in his bed with him.
When she went to sleep the night before, he had not been in the bed with her. The whole campus had been deserted and the masters and trainers were initiating the new doms with a play party. It was supposed to be quite something, but Lacey was still sore and did not wish to attend. He threatened that he would bring the other masters with him to show them the things that they had lost. She smiled halfheartedly and went off to bed. When she awoke, his rooms were dark, and he was not beside her, which concerned her at first. Then she noticed that he was indeed in the bed. He was low in the bed between her thighs and what had awakened her was his tongue.
"Does it still hurt you?" he asked, referring to the piercing sites.
"Yes. Some," she replied.
"I have been primed at the gathering downstairs, and to tell you the truth, I have shunned all others to save myself for you." He studied her face in the pale light from the uncovered window. He went on, "Since you are now my property, and I won you, I can do whatever I want to you, but if you are willing it makes it better for me. Do I need to bind you?"
"Do you want to bind me?"
"I would prefer if you would surrender without restraint."
"I could do that."
"Then open yourself to me." Her thighs slid apart. He sniffed her cunt and savored its sweet humidity. "You are very wet, Lacey. Tell me why."
"It is because you are so close. I want to make something good for you to eat."
He sent a tentative tongue out to the dripping snatch in front of him. "I could eat you, but not right now. I need you to get up on all fours so I may take you from behind."
She rolled over and raised her ass to him.
In the light, he could see her cunt, dripping and wet, and her asshole, which had been lubricated by the dripping of her cunt. He considered his options while staring into the redness of her begging entrances.
"You look hungry, my dear."
"I am, sir," she said.
"You need something to fill you, I think. Wait right here. Don't move."
He left her momentarily and returned. She could not see what he had brought with him as she was turned way from him. She felt a warm rounded knob gently opening her cunt. It slid in slowly and easily and she sighed as it moved deeper into her. "Is that good?" he asked her.
"Yes, Master. Is that you, sir?" she went on to ask.
"No, that is just something to fill your hungry mouths."
"Oh, thank you, sir."
"Relax your backside. Have you ever been taken anally?"
"Only once, sir. It was terrifying."
"Hmm." He gently probed the anal opening with his pinky. "Does this hurt?"
"No, sir," she said softly. He pressed in another finger; now she had two. "And this?"
"No, sir."
Then he placed a third finger inside of her. This time she strained a bit more. "Oh," he said, "You are such a good slave. I will have to give you my jizz soon. Would you like that? Would you like to feel your master spurt his come inside of you?"
"Yes Master, please come inside of me."
"All right then." He removed his fingers and placed his dick head at the opening of her puckered hole. Pressing carefully, she yielded as she groaned softly.
"Oh, my dear slave," he said. "You please your master so much. Take it. Take it all in. There is a little more to fit inside of you, but I know that it will go in. A little more. Oh, good girl."
Finally it was deep within her, and as he thrust it into her, she could feel the strain on her two channels being filled. Every thrust he drove in would drive the dildo a bit further into her. She would contract her cunt muscles forcing it out and causing her sphincter to contract around him. This caused him to groan even harder. He was breathing heavily as he plowed into her hot tight asshole. The driving was hard for her to take and she tried to maintain her sense of self-control while thrusting back to drive his pole deeper. The driving moved quicker and faster. Eventually he said, "Oh, yes, my little slave. Your ass is so hot and tight. I want to drive it deep in you. It may hurt but I will reward you. Fuck me. Fuck me with your sweet tight ass. Oh yes... Good girl... How does that dildo feel? Is it hard? Does it make you want to fuck me harder? I can feel it inside you. Fuck me, sweetheart, harder now..."
He drove deeper into her one last time, expelling his seed deep into her stretched ass. She cried out as her cunt contracted around the dildo, and he felt her spasms though her asshole around his dick. Her contractions forced her to lose control of her arms and she began to fall away from him. He held her up to him as he completed his come. When he was finished, she thanked him.
All she could remember about that time was one orgasm after the next.
As she tested the weight of the cat-o-nine-tails, she made up her mind to tempt Lord John. She would have to persuade him not only to let her leave, but to tell her where to go. How difficult could it be? She had everything she needed right there in her hands.
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SirMasterJuan69
Erotica Fantasy Fiction
