As he pulled into his parking place at Apex Manufacturing, Bob Bonner wished for the hundredth time that he had another manager available to him to handle some of the dirty work. Someone who had at least some experience in dealing with hourly employees and their problems, so he'd someone to talk to who would respond intelligently. Being the General Manager of the little company was all well and good, but he was also the only manager. He smiled ruefully as he thought of the first problem he'd discuss, or give to them to resolve.
Nina Moran. His supposed secretary. Ha! A walking disaster, stumbling through life leaving chaos and destruction in her wake.
He shook his head as he thought of her. She'd been with him for a month now. Had been recommended by Manny Abel when he had to lay her off.
Before he interviewed Nina he thought that perhaps Manny had laid off a problem child, that there'd been a little hanky-panky and Manny needed an excuse to dodge trouble. But unless Manny had changed his taste in ladies, that wasn't the situation. Manny had a thing for petite, dark-eyed brunettes.
Nina was a young lady in her early twenties, of medium height, a quiet face and startling wide blue eyes under medium length, soft blond hair. She had the creamy complexion of a milkmaid, with a rather square jawline and a somewhat wide mouth, whose lips were just a little too thin. She couldn't be called beautiful, but was rather pretty. Her Germanic heritage was more than a little evident in her features and build. Manny also seemed to prefer the vivacious kind of chick, and Nina was rather quiet and demure, whose manner and mode of dress was more than a little modest. Definitely not Manny Abies' type.
She started out like a house afire. Caught on to the procedures and paper flow quickly, handled the phone and FAX with competence, and did rather well, all in all. And then, just when he thought he could leave her alone to handle her work, she began to screw up. She did OK the first couple of weeks or so, and then she went to hell.
Nothing major, really, until yesterday, with the Quarterly Report. Of all things to screw up on, it had to be that report. It had to be at Corporate by Monday, and not later than noon for it to be included on the Quarterly Summary for the Management review, and now it was a total disaster.
Figures transposed, data in wrong categories, or missing entirely, words misspelled or missing. Even whole sentences missing! He'd stayed up until well past midnight last night, at home, trying to straighten it out, but there was too much data that had to be researched from the files here at the plant to do it properly. So, here he was at 6 A.M. dragging his ass in here to do it properly. She should have been at work at 6 A.M. doing the damned research, and she would have been too, if he'd had her home phone number with him.
Damn, he was tired. It had been a rough week all by itself, without this. He'd completed the draft of the report Tuesday, after a couple or three long days, spent all day Wednesday working out the Production and Delivery schedules with the Corporate Marketing Rep and his own supervisors, rushed to the Marina to meet his crew, rushed out after the rest of the fleet to the race area for the weekly Beer-Can Races, and had a pretty good series.
He'd promised Charley and Dan that they could get some skipper time in, so he'd worked the foredeck. Man! The next time he allowed that to happen, he'd get some practice time in beforehand and get the muscles tuned up. He still hurt, he thought, moving his shoulders around. Well, it had been the last of the Beer-Can events, and probably worth the pain and strain. But between that and the beer bust afterward, he had been in no shape to confront that disaster of a report yesterday afternoon.
Now, after having been able to see the scope of the catastrophe, he was in a particularly foul mood. He'd have to watch himself closely today, or he'd snap some innocent employee's head right off for no reason. His reputation as a hard-ass was well enough established now. He didn't need to help it along any by losing his temper because of the way he felt. No . . . he'd save his frustration for the little broad who had it coming.
An hour and four cups of coffee later, he was interrupted by a small voice coming from the outer office. "Good morning, Mr. Bonner. May I get you some coffee?"
He glanced at the desk clock. Ten minutes late, for God's sake! "I got my own coffee, at 6 o'clock this morning. May I ask where the hell you have been? Starting time around here is seven o'clock. Not 7:02, not 7:03, and for damned sure not 7:10!"
Nina Moran flinched visibly at the outburst, and began to blush in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bonner. I got c . . caught in traffic. I am sorry," she stammered, looking at him as if she was ready to run.
"You sure the hell are. Where's the draft copy of the Quarterly Report?" he snapped.
Nina stepped back into her office, and was in his doorway a moment later. "I don't know, Mr. Bonner. It's not in the file. I found the file open on my desk, but the report is missing."
"I know that, Miss Moran. Who the hell do you think got the file out of the cabinet, the Tooth Fairy? I was hoping that you were smart enough to have a copy tucked away somewhere and we could get this disaster taken care of quickly. I suppose that would be hoping for a miracle." Bob growled. "Just out of curiosity, what the bloody hell were you thinking about when you typed this piece of garbage? Or were you thinking at all?"
"I don't know what you mean. I haven't typed any garbage. I don't know what you mean," said Nina, plaintively.
"Well let me show you what has me a little upset this morning," he snarled, advancing toward the frightened girl, the papers crumbled in his outstretched hand. "Read this mess," thrusting the papers at Nina. She put her hands before her in a defensive move, as if he was about to hit her. "Is this anything like the draft I gave you?"
Nina took the sheaf of papers and scanned through them, trying to decipher the marks and scribbles Bob had made on the pages. "Yes sir, this is the report I typed," Nina said quietly, looking at Bob.
"That might be the garbage you typed, but it sure as hell isn't the report I wrote!" Bob exploded. "Look at the spelling, the missing words for God's sake! You left out whole sentences. You moved whole data blocks! Can't you even read?"
Nina's face crumbled and she buried her face in her hands. She was totally cowed by his outburst, and flinched at his tongue lashing as if he were beating her physically.
"You, young lady, are going to retype this just as soon as I am able to reconstruct it, even if it takes you all weekend. Either that, or get the hell out of the office, and I'll get a real typist in here."
"Yes, I understand. I'll do it. I'll do anything you want, Mr. Bonner. Please don't be angry with me." Nina sobbed, trying to wipe her eyes, one hand extended toward Bob in supplication.
"Sure you will! I ought to paddle your butt 'til you can't sit on it! I'll have a list of the files I need in a few minutes. Then you get them and bring them back here, and don't get lost in traffic doing it." Bob growled. "In the meantime, call Angelo, Felica and Wong and tell them I want to see them, here, in 20 minutes."
Later, as Bob was rewriting the report draft, his mind kept reviewing what he had said to Nina. Had he really said he should spank her? He'd warned himself about letting his temper loose today. Now he'd done it. If she heard him, and there was no way she didn't, he could expect a rather nasty assault suit, or at least a sexual intimidation claim. He'd have to find some way to mitigate the situation with Nina. Maybe if he explained the importance of the situation, she'd understand his reaction.
All she was going to understand is that your goose is cooked, and she's the chef. Forget it! You did it, now take your lumps like a man!
Nina had been extremely quiet and unobtrusive since she'd delivered the files to him and got another reprimand for her pains. Well, he didn't blame her for staying out of his line of fire. He was really surprised that she was still here.
At 3:30, he sat back with a sigh of relief, tossing his pencil down amidst the clutter of paper and a lunch he didn't remember eating. Done. Finally. He glanced at the clock. Damn, he'd better get to the floor with the paychecks. People would be getting antsy, wanting to get a jump on the weekend.
"Nina," Bob said, coming into her office, "here's the rewrite of the draft. Get started on it. Where are the checks?"
Nina had spun around as he spoke to her, and was alertly poised in her chair like a deer ready to bound away at the first sign of danger. "I gave the checks to the Supervisors. I told them that you were tied up with something that needed your immediate attention and you couldn't get away. I told them that you wanted them to express your wishes to all the crew for a good weekend. They are happy to do that for you, sir. I hope that was alright," Nina said, reaching for the draft.
Bob felt his ire rising. Damn. He hated people making decisions for him, especially subordinates. He opened his mouth to deliver yet another blast when a breath of cool reason filtered across his thoughts. 'Why get upset? She made a good move and handled a situation that needed resolving without bothering you. Isn't that what she's supposed to do? She got the people paid, and let them think you were thinking of them, even when you weren't.'
"Thank you, Nina. That was thoughtful of you," he managed to say. "I also want to apologize to you."
"No, Mr. Bonner," Nina immediately interrupted. "I was wrong, and you were right in what you said. I caused you a lot of trouble and I apologize to you. I'll get right on this now."
"Yes, but I lost my temper and said some things I shouldn't have. It's just that this report is so important."
"You had the right to be angry, because I failed you," she interjected.
Bob stood looking at the girl, not knowing quite what to do next. Well, he had tried to apologize. Maybe that would count for something in the lawsuit, anyway.
"Yes . . . well thank you again," he said, turning back to his office.
At 4:15, Bob had given up trying to accomplish anything constructive and was ready to leave. He was too beat to sit around and wait for Nina to finish typing the Report, so he picked up his coat and briefcase and headed for the door.
"Nina, I'm leaving. I'm going directly down to the boat, if anyone needs me. I'll be leaving early tomorrow and be out all weekend, so I want that report early Monday morning."
"Yes, sir. It will be on your desk when you get in Monday. I'll make sure of it. Have a good weekend," replied Nina, without looking up from her typing.
Chapter Two
"Mister Bonner? Mr. B, are you there?" came the insistent call, again.
Bob blinked himself awake. 'What the hell was going on? Who could that be, . . . at 0450?' he thought, looking at the bulkhead clock.
"Mr. Bonner,?" came the soft hail, accompanied by a light tapping on the coachroof. "Yes, . . . who is it?" Bob called, slipping on his pants.
"Mr. B, is that you? It's me, Nina," came the muffled response.
Bob slid the hatch back, and found himself looking at Nina, standing dripping and bedraggled on the pier. A soft rain was falling and she was obviously soaked despite the coat she was wearing.
"Nina? What are you doing here at this time in the morning?" he exclaimed, opening the companionway doors. "Is there trouble at the Plant? How the hell did you find me here, anyway?"
"No, sir," replied Nina. "Nothing wrong at the Plant. I had to make some corrections to the report, and I wanted you to approve them. I paid your parking rent for your boat and remembered the address."
"Yes, that's fine, but good grief, Nina, that could wait until Monday couldn't it?" he asked, a little exasperated. "You'd better come below out of the weather, and show me what is so important it couldn't wait."
He grabbed a shirt and slipped it on as he switched on the lights and the electric heater in the lounge and galley. He turned around in time to see Nina struggling down the ladder in her heels and skirt. He was struck by the shapeliness of her legs and feet, outlined graphically by her actions negotiating the steep ladder. By the time he realized he was staring, and that she obviously needed assistance, she was standing on the deck in front of him.
"Uhh. . . forgive me, . . . I'm still a little muzzy in the head. Sit down there in front of the heater and warm up. I'll put some coffee on and you can tell me again what it is you need," Bob mumbled, escaping toward the galley.
"... yes, but Nina, I could have easily taken care of these things Monday morning. You didn't have to come down here this morning with it." Bob was explaining again.
"I promised you that it would be on your desk when you arrived, and I wanted to keep that promise, Mr. Bonner. I don't want to lose my job with you. I have to keep it, and I told you that I would do anything you wanted."
Bob looked at her face and saw tears shining there. "Well, that's OK, Nina. No need to get upset, now. It's taken care of. Uh. . . have you had breakfast this morning?"
"No," she replied. "I finished too late last night to bring it then, so I got up early to get here before you sailed your ship out for the weekend. I'll make something when I get home, thank you."
"Well, I need some breakfast now, so I'll just make some for the both of us, if you'd care to stay," said Bob getting up from the table. "Anyway, you're shivering and cold, so why don't you get out of those wet clothes and into something dry while I fix something? You'll find some clothes in the hanging locker on the left through that door," he continued, pointing toward the forward cabin. He watched as Nina slid around the table, rose and walked forward.
Later, as they cleared the table, Bob asked, "What are your plans for the weekend, Nina? I don't think I heard you say."
"Nothing special. Just work around home," she replied. "I'll get my things and get out of your way now, so you can leave. Thanks for the breakfast. I didn't know you could cook on a ship this size."
"It's a boat, not a ship, Nina, despite what the Navy says about one vessel carrying another. And you can do lots of things on a boat this size," Bob said, looking at her. "Haven't you ever been aboard a sailboat before?"
"No. There aren't many sailboats in Wisconsin where I'm from," Nina replied. "I always thought ocean-going sailboats were big."
"Well, how would you like to go sailing for the day, with me?" Bob asked. 'What in the hell are you saying, Fool?' Bob asked himself. 'This is an employee, not some date. And an airhead to boot.'
"I don't want to disturb your weekend any more than I already have," she answered.
"The question was, would you like to go sailing. If you wouldn't like to, then say so. If you would like to try it, and you don't have anything pressing to do, just say yes," Bob said.
"I would like to sail sometime, but you have your plans for the weekend and I would be a bother," Nina said.
Bob was shocked to hear himself say, "No, you'd be no bother at all. I was just going out to the islands and drop the hook for awhile, and it would be no problem."
"I'd love to sail if you want me.
She was dressed in one of his shirts, with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of old dungarees cinched tight around her waist and a pair of wool socks. She looked like a waif, dressed in cast-offs.
Bob realized with a start, that as Nina leaned over, the too-large shirt had fallen away from her chest, and he had a clear and nearly unobstructed view of her right breast, nipple extended like a hard berry. It was full, smooth, symmetrical, and... he snapped his attention back to what he was doing, aware that Nina was looking at him with an odd look in her eyes.
He felt himself flush, embarrassed at being caught like a schoolboy sneaking a peek.
"Yes, . . . well, . . . we'll. . . ahh. . . get these things put away and get started," he sputtered. "You'll find some foul-weather gear in the locker behind you, and there should be some boots that will fit with enough pairs of socks on. You get dressed and I'll get us under way."
"Oh... Is there someone you should call to tell them where you'll be?" Bob asked, his mind starting to work again.
"Yes there is, if you don't mind. I can go up to the parking lot and use the pay phone," Nina said.
"No need for that, unless you want to, of course. There's a cellular phone at the Navy station behind you." Bob pointed out, "Feel free to use that, if you like. It's drier at least. I'll just get into my gear and be on deck if you need anything."
Later, as Bob was securing the diesel and getting the sheets coiled and secured and getting the boat settled on course, Nina had emerged from the cabin, warmly dressed in foulies that were too large for her. She had watched his activities with interest, and was a little shocked when she figured out that he wasn't steering the boat, but the wheel was turning by itself.
Bob waited for the inevitable questions about the auto-pilot, the sails, why were there so many 'ropes' and how did he know which 'rope' did what, etc, etc, and was a little surprised when no such questions were asked. Nina seemed content to just watch him, and look at the scene around her.
The rain had turned to showers, and there was patchy fog, obscuring most of the coastline. The waves were cresting slightly in the freshening breeze, imparting a lively, but not unpleasant, motion to the boat.
"How do you know where you are, and how to get where you want to go?" asked Nina as Bob settled into the windward side of the cockpit, by the wheel.
"Several ways, actually. I have the chart, a map if you will, giving me a lot of information, and I just follow the guides to where I want to go. We have the knot meter to tell us how fast we're going, the compass to tell us which way, and using a distance and time equation, I can figure how far I've gone in a certain direction and how much further I have to go to get there. If all else fails, we have Radar and a radio," he said pointing to the mast antennas.
"You could really go anywhere you want to in this. . . ah. . . boat, couldn't you," Nina said.
"Yes, given enough time and supplies, you could. And sometimes I'm tempted," Bob said with a smile.
He fell into the rhythm of checking the horizon, checking the sails' trim, noting the course and speed, watching the Radar display make a sweep and then the horizon again. Commercial shipping was heavy enough in the channel to demand attention and caution on the part of small boat skippers.
A glance at his watch indicated that they had been underway for an hour and a half.
"Nina, would you mind answering a question for me?" Bob asked.
"No, anything you may ask."
"It may be personal, and you may not wish to answer, and I'll understand if that's the case, but it was something you said yesterday that intrigues me," he said.
"Nothing would be too personal if you wish to know, Mr. Bonner," Nina answered.
"Well. . . you said that you needed your job, and seemed more than a little anxious about losing it. I was wondering why you needed this particular job so badly?" Bob said.
"When I left Wisconsin, my uncle gave me a round trip ticket and enough money for three months, and said if I didn't make it in that time I had to return to Wisconsin. I don't want to go back, but I can't afford to be without work. I know how you feel about people who don't want to work, and about bad workers, and I was afraid you'd fire me. I'll do anything you ask," she told him.
He became aware that he was a little chilled from the wind, and when he looked at his passenger he noted that she seemed huddled down inside her clothes trying to stay warm.
"Nina, why don't you go below and warm up a little. You should have said something sooner. I'm afraid I'm a pretty poor host after all."
"Thanks, I will go downstairs. I am just a little cold. I guess I'm not used to the wind," she responded, moving toward the hatch.
"There's hot water and coffee in the thermoses in the galley. I heated the water before we left so we could have tea or soup. Make something hot for yourself. You can bring me a cup of coffee when you've warmed a bit. Why don't you check the stove too, and see if it needs some more coal," Bob said.
"Coffee," came Nina's voice minutes later. She was on her knees on the top step of the ladder leaning into the cockpit with a cup of steaming coffee held out to him.
As Bob reached for the cup, he was again treated to a view of one of Nina's breasts as the shirt fell away from her body. 'Damn, she has beautiful tits,' he thought. 'Why didn't I ever notice at the Plant?'
His attention was wrenched painfully back to the cup of coffee by the searing pain of the hot liquid slopped on his hand. He put the cup down quickly on the seat beside him and managed to only slop a little more of the scalding liquid on himself.
"Oh... oh, . . . You've burned yourself. Here let me help. Oh, I'm sorry, I must have spilled it on you. Oh, please forgive me." As Nina was speaking, she moved from the hatchway and knelt before him. She took his hand and, holding it against her, began to blot the coffee off with the tail of her shirt.
As the immediate pain subsided, Bob became aware that his hand was pillowed against a very firm breast. Just as he made that discovery, Nina turned his hand over and began to wipe his palm and wrist, and his fingers were cupping the underside of her breast. He was mesmerized by the warmth, the feel, the weight and the softness of it.
He also became aware that she had ceased her ministrations and as her face moved up toward him, he snatched his hand away from the warm, soft burden and stammered, "Uhhh . . . thank. . . thank you, Nina. It was my fault entirely. Ah. . . nothing to worry about... it feels fine now, . . . why don't you go below... uh. . . before you get cold again. Thank you, that's... uh. . . fine," he blustered, trying to regain his composure, glad that his bulky clothing hid the swelling in his groin from her view.
Nina took the cup and moved toward the hatch. "I do apologize, I'll get you another cup."
"Thank you, Nina. That's very kind of you. I. . . ah. . . would like another," he said, watching her move away. As she stooped over to enter the hatch, Bob glimpsed the swelling shape of Nina's thighs and bottom as she moved under the loose fitting dungarees.
'God dammit, man. Keep your mind on what your doing! That's an employee, and a screw-loose one to boot. You're already in enough trouble with that one. Just watch yourself!' Bob thought furiously to himself as he shifted around to move his burgeoning penis to a more comfortable position. 'You're reacting like a teenager in lust for God's sake. You've seen a tit before, and that one belongs to your secretary. It's nice, but not worth your career, stupid! Get hold of yourself!'
Bob purposefully averted his eyes as Nina emerged in the hatchway with his coffee. She placed it on the seat beside him and went below again. He glanced at her bottom again as she stepped over the bridgedeck and stooped to go below. 'Yes, there is a lot more woman to Nina than was apparent at the Plant, that's for sure,' he thought to himself.
A couple of hours later, the island had come into sight and Bob altered course to come into the anchorage on the lee side. He'd called Nina to come up for a look, and she watched enthralled as the island emerged from the mist, taking on form and color as they approached.
Noting that they had the anchorage to themselves, Bob maneuvered into a favored location, first dropping the stern anchor and then the bow anchor. After he secured the sails and was assured that the anchors had set securely, they sat and looked about them, talking quietly, with Bob pointing out some of the features and points of interest to the enraptured Nina.
After some time, Bob noticed what time it was, and that he was hungry. They went below and he was treated to Nina's cooking. After pointing out where the canned goods locker, the cooler and the utensil storage were, he sat back and watched as she very efficiently and quickly prepared the food. He had even offered to wash the dishes, but was deftly maneuvered out of the galley. He had then gone on deck and busied himself checking the anchors again and dropping the dinghy over the side, securing it to the stern.
Nina had come on deck dressed in one of his down-lined jackets and had immediately agreed to a walk on the beach. They had rowed ashore and spent three or four hours puttering about the beach and walking the near trails before returning to the boat just before dark.
"I'm sorry to have kept you this late, Nina. I meant to start back a little sooner than this, so you'd get home at a decent time. Especially since you didn't get much sleep last night," he said. "Let me get the dinghy aboard and we'll head back."
Nina was standing before the hatch, looking out to sea. "Is it always this quiet here?" she asked.
"Not during the summer season. There are usually several boats in here then," Bob responded. "That's why I almost prefer this time of year to go sailing. It's quiet and hassle-free, and usually the wind is better too," he finished, chuckling. "But yes, this time of year it is quiet here."
"Is this where you'd stay for the weekend, if I hadn't come along?" she asked, turning toward him.
"Yeah, probably," he said, "But I'll be back out tomorrow, or maybe to one of the other islands. I don't know yet. Have you enjoyed your first sail?"
"Oh, yes. It's been beautiful, and I'll remember it forever," she said, searching his face. "May I ask something?"
"Certainly, Nina. What is it?"
"Would you consider staying here tonight, with me aboard? I mean. . . would. . . would you think it presumptuous of me to suggest it? I. . . I. . . I've caused you a great deal of trouble, . . . and I know you may not wish to have me out here, . . . but. . . well... I hate for you to have to go all the way back tonight, . . . and . . . then have to come out again tomorrow, . . . and, ..." she faltered to a stop, her head down.
Bob stood looking at the girl, watching the expressions fleeting across her face, aware of the conflicting emotions within her, and amused at the blush of embarrassment on her cheeks.
"Well, that would be fine unless you have people expecting you back tonight. It might not look right to some people if we spent the night out here alone, together," Bob said quietly.
"Would it bother you? It would not bother me."
"No. No, it wouldn't disturb me. I've enjoyed our day, but there are others waiting for you, right?" he answered.
"Not really. When I called, I told them I was with a friend, and I might not return until Sunday night," Nina said, with a furtive glance towards him. "I didn't know how long we'd be, and I didn't want to have to give a long explanation. And I'm not worried about what people will think, because they won't know unless you tell them. And if you want them to know, that's alright with me," she finished in a hushed voice.
Bob watched her wringing her hands in front of her as she spoke, suddenly aware how much she wanted to stay, but not wanting to intrude on him. He was also suddenly aware of how much he wanted to stay, also. If Manny ever found out about this, he'd never let it go!
"Alright, Nina. If you want to, we'll stay tonight and return tomorrow." Bob had the quick impression that Nina had moved slightly toward him as he spoke, but put it down as the motion of the boat.
Later, as they sat comfortably in the lounge after dinner, the conversation had slowed to a halt, the warmth of the stove, and the activity of the day taking its toll.
Nina excused herself, and went into the forward cabin that Bob had told her was hers, stayed for a couple of minutes and returned, standing beside Bob in his seat.
"May I ask you something?"
"Huh? What is it Nina?" he said looking up at her, noticing that she was clutching her dungarees before her.
Nina was staring at the deck at her feet, her cheeks flushed. "You said you were going to spank me until I couldn't sit down, and I was just wondering when you wanted to do it."
Bob stared at the girl before him, not comprehending what he had heard. "What?" he said, stupidly.
"Well, it was a condition of my staying on with you, and I didn't know when you wanted to punish me, that's all," she said quietly, tears shining in her eyes.
"Oh, Nina. I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean that like it sounded. I. . . wouldn't... I couldn't..." Bob was stuttering.
"Oh no, please Mr. Bonner. I know I deserve it," Nina said sobbing, "and it was a condition of my continued employment, and I understand why, and I want to work for you."
As she finished speaking, Nina moved to the table in front of Bob, loosened her hold on her dungarees which slid to the floor. She placed her thighs against the table edge, and lifting the shirt she was wearing up, just below her breasts, laid herself down on the table, her head resting on a forearm.
Bob sat there in shock staring at the girl. "Nina, . . . what the hell is going on here?" he gasped out.
"Do it hard and quickly like my Uncle did, so my fault will go away with the pain," she said sobbing quietly.
The way she said that, Bob was sure it was something that had been said to her many times in the past. What in hell was he going to do now? "No, Nina. No, I'm not going to spank you. Ah. . . No. No way!..." he finally managed.
Chapter Three
Bob turned and walked around the nearly naked girl lying on the table before him.
"Please, you must. You said I deserved it, and you must do it so I can work for you! Please, please Mr. Bonner, I beg you!"
"No!. . . it's not right, Nina. It's . . . just. . . not. . . not done. . . ." The thought of this young girl stripping herself before him, and then. . . offering herself to him ... to beat. . . her ass!
He was aware of the strain and discomfort at his groin. The sight and closeness of the girl was having an effect.
He looked at the sobbing figure on the table, her skin made golden and rich by the glow of the kerosene lamps, and while he thought he should feel pity and empathy for her, he felt a rising urge to reach out and stroke her flanks, . . . and caress her . . . and if she wanted it, . . .
'God, she is beautiful,' he thought, looking at her lying there helpless and vulnerable before him. Her white, smooth skin. The round firmness of her buttocks flowing into the graceful columns of her thighs.
Almost of its own volition, his right hand reached out, and laid itself on Nina's waist just above the left hip. The fingers feeling the smoothness of the flesh and the beginning of the fullness of her hip. The palm registering the heat of her, and the thumb moving slowly, stroking over the softness of her left buttock, feeling the play of the muscles under the silkiness of her skin moving in response to his touch.
His hand slid slowly down her backside, up onto the globe of her buttock, his fingers gently kneading the ripeness there, the thumb sliding into the groove between the hillocks. The warmth, the sheen of silky smoothness, the form and flow of her he felt and savored as his hand moved over her.
Nina moved under his hand, breaking the spell. He snatched his hand away as if he'd touched a hot coal. 'My God, what am I doing,' he thought.
Nina sighed, shifting her weight slightly. "You must punish me for the trouble I've caused you. I deserve the good spanking you promised me."
"Nina,..."
"Please? I do need it," came the plaintive request.
Motion ceased in the space for a long minute. The only sounds were that of the sea outside the hull, the incessant creak of the rigging, the chronometer ticking on the bulkhead, and the breathing of the two locked in this tableau.
Bob stared at the rich form before him. His hand reached out again, slowly, toward the girl. It paused, hovering over the left buttock, and in a flash, rose and drove itself into the pillowy softness with a sharp CRACK!
"Arrhhh ..." came a cry from the reclining girl, as she flinched away from the blow.
Bob stared fascinated as the milky flesh immediately displayed the outline of his hand in a pale whiteness which immediately flushed a deep pink as the blood rushed back into the impact area.
Smack .. . smack. . . POP, came the sounds of his hand slapping her exposed buttock, with the last resulting from his striking the very crown of the fleshy mound.
He felt the heat of passion rising in him as he began to spank the girl. His engorged penis pushed against his pants, tenting them in front. He ceased his activity long enough to move the hardness again to a more comfortable position, and raised his hand again.
His target was the near cheek for this volley of slaps, and Nina began to move in discomfort as the blows landed.
Bob paused and decided to move to the other side to give him a better angle. He rested his hand on Nina's right ass-cheek and as he moved behind her he found himself looking at the little fig of her sex. His hand drifted down and the fingers caressed her nether lips. He was surprised to feel the moisture of her lips, and his fingers sleeked down the length of her to the prominent button peeking its head through the lips there. Nina gasped as his fingers contacted her clitoris, and her backside surged involuntarily toward him. "Please," she moaned softly.
Bob gritted his teeth, as he placed his left hand on the small of her back, and raised his right hand again. "You wanted this," and he began a new series on her right buttock.
He began to vary the interval of the strokes, and to work the target of impact from the crown of the cheek up and down the fleshy topography before him. After some minutes of this he became aware of the pain of his hand, and the ache in his arm from the impact and the exertion.
When he stopped to survey his work, he saw that Nina's ass-cheeks had taken on a rosy glow, with the highest color at the crown of the globes. She was moving around in some discomfort, but not in any distress. Her loins were moving against the edge of the table, evidenced by the rhythmic tightening of the muscles of her buttocks.
As Bob watched, breathing deeply as if he had been running, he was overcome with a desire, almost a lust, to see Nina cry from her spanking, like a little girl.
Knowing that his hand would never stand up to the task, he looked around for a better implement. There! On the shelf! The perfect thing. A three foot long length of half-inch nylon anchor rope. Perfect. He had seized and wrapped the ends of the line planning to use it as a stopper on the anchor line if he needed one. That would be just the thing.
He doubled the line and wrapped it around his right hand, leaving a loop of about 12 inches protruding. He placed his left hand on Nina's back to hold her, and brought a full armed swing crashing down on her exposed buttocks.
The effect was immediate and electric. Nina arched up off the table with a gasp, her legs snapped backwards, leaving her body poised on the edge of the table for long seconds as the searing fire of the lash burned through her.
"Aaaaarrrrrghhhh..." came the scream, wrenched from her throat by the pain.
Her arms flailed backwards, her hands seeking to protect the punished flesh, but never quite reaching it. Apparently, adolescent training prevented her from doing what blind instinct wanted.
Her head laid back on the table top, her hands found, and gripped the sides of the table above her head, the knuckles turning white from the pressure. Her legs thumped back to the deck, and her feet scrabbled for purchase, tangled in the dungarees bunched around her ankles. Her thighs surged as her weight shifted from foot to foot in an effort to alleviate the burning pain.
Bob, more than satisfied with the result of his blow, snapped another across her ass-cheeks, with similar results. "Ennngggghhh ..." Nina grunted.
Bob shifted to his left slightly, and pushing down on Nina's back, rained several slices diagonally across her lower cheeks and upper thighs. "Oh. . . Oh. . . OH . . . Please not. . . not th . . th . . there . . please," Nina gasped out as she thrashed her bottom around. Bob, ignoring her pleas immediately moved to the other side of her proffered backside and began to thrash her ass-cheeks with a series of backhanded diagonal cuts matching, and criss-crossing the first.
"Aiiiieeeeeeee . . ." screamed the distressed girl, again arching into a bow of pain, and broke into near hysterical sobbing and crying. "Ow...Ow.. Owwww . . ahhh . . ahhh. Ow ..." she sobbed, gasping for breath, her eyes streaming with tears. She lay limply on the table, her face buried in her arms, as she sobbed.
Bob had frozen at her scream, the line dangling from his hand, watching the sobbing girl in fascinated horror at the damage he'd done to her. Her bottom was streaked with scarlet lines where the nylon had seared against her flesh.
Without thinking, Bob dropped the stopper and took the sobbing creature by the shoulders, lifted her up and into his arms, holding her against him. Nina's arms went automatically around his neck, and she clung to him tightly, her legs and thighs working together against his in her agony. Her gasping sobs deepened into the cries of the release of anguish and pain, her upper body moving against his as she cried.
Bob held her against him, and his left hand moved down her back, and stroked down over the bruised flesh of her buttock. His hand moved over it, cupping it, pressing her closer to him.
Nina's first reaction was to move away from the discomfort his hand caused, and as her body came against Bob, moved against towards the hand, as though seeking comfort from the touch.
Bob became aware of the distress he was feeling from the movements of her body against his groin, adding to the nearly unendurable pressure he had from the erotic experience of spanking and whipping this young girl's ass. As he tried to move his lower body away from her, she curled hers against him, as though refusing to be parted from the comfort of his closeness.
As her crying ceased, and the tension left her body, Bob turned Nina slightly and lowered her gently into the seat. She stiffened and caught her breath as she came in contact with the fabric of the seat, then relaxed her weight into it. His hand cupped her left cheek gently, and Nina turned her head and grasped his hand so it lay along the side of her face.
"Nina . . . Nina I'm . . . So . . . s," Bob began.
Nina moved her face again in his hand, and began to kiss his fingers and palm. "Thank you for punishing me so my fault may be forgiven," she said softly, almost lovingly, to him, continuing her kisses, and stroking her face against his hand.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring at the obvious bulge in his pants.
"Oh. . . Mr. Bonner, . . . forgive me. I was only thinking of myself. Let me..." she said as she released his hand and grasped the zipper of his pants. She smoothly opened the zipper, and with the other hand grasped his throbbing manhood and gently disengaged it from his clothes and brought it out.
"May I, please?" Nina asked him, gazing at his throbbing glistening manhood.
Bob could only watch, mesmerized as Nina leaned forward and began kissing and laving his penis with her lips and tongue. She kissed the length of him and then began running her tongue over and around his stiffness, finally opening her mouth, taking as much of him inside as she could.
Bob shuddered involuntarily from the intensity o the feeling of her tongue and warm, wet mouth, a groan of pleasure escaping from him. He placed a hand on the back of her head, and began to move gently in and out of her mouth.
He could feel her move her tongue around his meat, licking and caressing it, the suction of her mouth tugging and encouraging. . . and the sperm rising in him, building toward explosive release.
As he spoke, Nina moved her hands from the front of his pants around to clasp his legs and hold herself to his burgeoning cock. Bob tried to remove himself from her mouth by rolling his hips back, but she clung to him, her mouth never pausing in its ministrations.
"Oh . . God . . . here . . here . . . Ahhhhh . . ." Bob exclaimed, his body taking over and dictating the savage thrusts into the girl's warm mouth as his hand locked her in position with a handful of hair.
He felt the near-painful spasms of his seed ejaculating into the girl, once . . twice. . . again . . again, his legs trembling with the strain and frenzy of release, his breath ragged and gasping, his head thrown back, his mouth drawn back in a grimace of delicious stress.
Chapter Four
As the storm of passion passed, his hand relaxed the grip it held, releasing the girl's head. He stood, gasping for breath, reason and awareness returning.
He looked down at the crown of the head of the girl kneeling before him, and began to stroke her hair. He saw that she was cradling his still stiff cock in the palm of one hand, caressing it with the other, holding it close to her mouth. She was swallowing convulsively, but her attention was clearly riveted on his glistening, sperm-stained member.
As he opened his mouth to speak, Nina lowered her mouth to him, and began to lick and suck the residue of his passion from his penis.
When she was through cleaning him, she took him gently in her hands and began to stroke and fondle him, her hands flowing softly up and down his length, gently to his scrotum, lifting his balls, and bringing them out of his pants. She bent once, and kissed the sack of its cargo, taking his testicles into her mouth, gently laving and feeling with her tongue and lips, releasing them to return her attention to the shaft.
Bob noticed too, that she was breathing deeply and somewhat raggedly, affected by the act just completed.
She lifted her face to him, her eyes shining. "Would you love me? ... I need it. . ."
She remained, looking into his eyes, almost passively, except for the obvious urgency of her request.
He smiled at her, slipping his hand around the back of her head. Relief was evident in her eyes, and a flicker of a smile fleeted across her face.
She rose from her position even before he could help her, and stood before him as if waiting for something. His hand fell to the table to steady himself and she glanced at it, then to his face. She seemed to make a quick decision and began to move between him and the table, lifting herself on her toes, gathered the shirt-tail at her waist and slid her bottom onto the table, kicking the dungarees off her feet.
"Would you like my shirt on or off," she asked, her head bowed and her face hidden by her hair.
"Off," answered Bob, without conscious thought.
Nina's hands lifted the top of the garment and began to slowly unbutton it. Bob watched fascinated as the shift front opened more and more, exposing the valley between her breasts, then her navel, her abdomen, with the dark blond motte visible at the junction of her legs. As the last button was released, her hands lifted to grasp the shirt pulling it apart exposing her breasts to him. The shirt slid down her arms as she moved them behind her, causing her breasts to lift toward him, moving and bobbing on her chest in response to her actions.
Bob's eyes drank in the feminine beauty exposed before him. Nina's breasts were set high on her chest, protruding firmly to the areola with its prominent, crimson nipples. They were shapely and full.
Bob's hand moved to cup the warm, smooth fruit presented to him, his fingers and palm sliding under its weight, the thumb over the top to encircle the nipple. Nina gasped at his touch, and looked down at herself, watching his movements. Her mouth was open slightly and her breathing deepened as he manipulated her, thrusting her rib-cage and breasts toward Bob's hand.
Bob released her for a moment, stripping his own shirt off and releasing his belt and buttons, dropping his pants to the floor where he stepped out of them.
He moved between her legs and grasping her breasts in both hands, forced her gently back on the table. As her body laid back, she lifted and separated her legs allowing his body to come even closer to her, his rigid man-flesh upthrust like a lance came to rest in the forest of her pudendum as he bent over her.
Bob lowered his head to her breasts, taking one of the sweet crimson berries in his mouth. A part of his mind noted with interest that there was very little flattening of her tits, and that they stood up proudly from her chest, inviting his oral salute. He began to suck and kiss them alternately, fondling and squeezing them with his hands as he did. He caught the nipples between his upper teeth and lower lip, flicking and worrying them back and forth with his tongue.
He then began to slide his mouth down onto the rich fruit, opening his mouth and sucking as much of her into his mouth as possible. Nina moaned at the delicious tension she felt in her nipples from his sucking and chewing, her nipples becoming more and more sensitive as he continued. He dragged his teeth along the skin of her breast as he released it, causing little shocks of emotion to flow through her.
He began to squeeze and pinch her breasts with more and more passion as his mouth sought to reach more and more places on them. Baring his teeth, he began to nip and bite the sides and underpart of them, alternately licking, sucking and biting the smooth, resilient firmness of her.
Nina's head was back, her chin pointing toward the overhead, eyes closed, lost in a whirl of sensation and emotion. She began to move under his attack, small, unconscious moans and squeals of passion emitting from her.
Her loins too began to move in a response to her rising emotion. Her legs were drawn back and to the side, exposing her sex to him, her pelvis moving languidly in a dance of passion as old as Eve. She repositioned her lower legs so her heels rested softly on Bob's lower back, gently encouraging him to complete the coupling.
Bob's pelvis was moving in concert with her, his lance nestled in the groove of her labia, rubbing and stroking itself against her. Her clitoris, thrusting itself upward, was being stroked and inflamed by his movement, causing Nina to tremble and shudder as her fires rose even higher.
The bruised and sensitive skin of her buttocks and upper legs was sending feelings of delicious pain to her brain as Bob thrust against her, his testicles slapping and moving against her sex and the inner slopes of her buttocks.
Nina's head began to thrash back and forth, her arms flailing, her hands gripping the table edge, then sliding over his back down to her own legs, gripping and grasping convulsively as her senses became overloaded with sensation and heat. The moans and squeals had changed to a keening coming from deep within her, pulsing with the rhythm of her needs.
"Now!. . . Now. . . Oh my lord, . . now, my Master..." Nina gasped as she crushed Bob to her. "Oh, . . please . . . now!"
In an instinctive response to her cry, Bob thrust himself into her pelvis, his shaft crushing against her, pressing and punishing her clitoris and vulva. As he did, his hands squeezed the fruit in them, his head swooping down to engulf a protruding, turgid nipple in his mouth, biting and chewing upon it in the fury of his response.
As his teeth closed around her nipple, Nina felt the searing arc of desire flash to meet the discharge of energy from her clitoris, galvanizing her whole body.
Her legs flexed, her heels digging into his lower back, her pelvis curling upward, thrusting against him. Her arms tightened around his back crushing him even tighter against her, her head snapping downward, her mouth straining open with a scream that was wrenched from her depths.
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeennnnnggggghhhhhh..." Their bodies locked together as shocks of lust and passion shook Nina's body, convulsing it as it shuddered and thrashed in its release.
When the last tremor had passed, the tension flowed out of Nina's body and she slumped back to the surface of the table, her arms and legs relaxing their grip upon him, sliding downward to a position of rest. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed, calm and placid in repose.
Bob had raised his face from her body as she emerged from the maelstrom of her passions, and let his gaze wander from her face down the beautiful body beneath him, glowing with the response to her climax and the sheen of perspiration from the exercise.
A small spasm of his muscles moved his still-hard lance against her, causing an instant involuntary response from the girl beneath him. Her eyes flew open to gaze at him in wonder and a tinge of fright. Color rose in her cheeks and down the column of her throat, as she froze in utter stillness as if awaiting his next desire.
Bob smiled at her, and slipping his left arm around her, lifted her upper body to his, and using his right arm, levered both of them to a vertical position. As they came upright, his right arm moved to pull her lower body against him and lifted her from the table. As she was lifted, she tightened her legs and arms around him, hugging herself to him, helping to support her weight, his right hand moving to her buttock squeezing and fondling as he picked her up.
He turned toward the forward cabin with his burden, passing carefully through the doorway, proceeded to the double bunk within. He reached down and grasping the covers, stripped them downward, then bending down, lowered her to the cool sheets.
She relaxed her hold on him once again, allowing him to straighten himself above her. As his hands came from behind her, he palmed her breasts, pressing the recumbent nipples with his thumbs, then moving them leisurely down her sides over her hips and up under her legs, pulling them to his sides.
Her eyes had opened as her back touched the cloth, and their gaze locked. As his hands touched her breasts, she inhaled sharply, her nostrils flaring softly, and a small tremor passed through her as his hands moved downward.
He watched her intently as he began to move his pelvis, thrusting gently against her. She caught her breath again at the sensations of his movement awoke in her. He maneuvered himself so his hardness sleeked gently back and forth inside the lips of her labia, seeking and searching ever lower in her moist -ness.
He watched the play of emotion and sensation pass across her face, his eyes never leaving hers. She stared back at him as if mesmerized, unable to release herself from his power and control.
A mutual spasm announced the arrival of the sensitive helmet of his lance at the portals of her vagina. A small smile and the flaring of his nostrils signaled his triumph, as a small tremor reflected her anticipation. He eased his rock-hard charger into her, savoring her heat and smoothness. As he slid ever deeper into her body, he lifted her legs to his shoulders, pinning them there with his upper arms as he reached once again for her upthrust breasts.
Nina had been slowly inhaling in tempo with his entering into her, holding it as he bored deeper and deeper. Her eyes closed and she exhaled almost explosively as his pelvis collided gently with hers, mingling the hair of their pubes together. He stopped all movement, holding himself thrust into her depths, soaking in her heat and wetness.
As she opened her eyes slowly, their gaze once again locked, his eyes bright with triumph and lust, hers soft with surrender. He began to move gently within her, thrusting in and out in small increments, increasing in length and fervor until he was withdrawing almost to the tip, burying again to the limit.
His rhythm was steady for the most part, varying from time to time with short quick thrusts, so he could watch her reaction. For long minutes he continued this delicious friction, heating the fires of passion within her once again.
Her eyes closed and her head turned to the side as her breathing became again deep and irregular. A small grimace of emotion pulled at her lips as she began to move and thrust back against him in her desire to have him penetrate her to her core. Her arms remained at her side where they had fallen, but her hands were alternately clenching and splaying open in response to the ebb and flow of her emotions.
His breathing had become ragged and he was gasping and blowing as he inhaled the oxygen to fuel the labor of his lust, clenching and squeezing the breasts in his hands. As his efforts began to climax and he felt the burning pressure of the semen rising in him, he began to slam his body into hers, jolting her with his convulsive need to ejaculate his seed deep within her. She answered with equal energy as her body responded to the primordial signals of his climax.
Her body snapped like a whip as her own peak of passion broke upon her, arching her back against the cantilevering of her arms, trying to force him deeper into her. The song of her orgasm keened in her throat again as he felt the gripping of her vaginal muscles on his stem, triggering his release. He strained against her, his manhood buried to the limit within her, his hands squeezing and bruising the softness of her breasts, his head thrown back, the muscles of his stomach, shoulders and neck corded and straining with the tension within him.
"Ahhhrr, . . arrgh . . . arrr. . . ahhh" he cried out in cadence with the spasmic release of his sperm into her. His body convulsed rhythmically as he instinctively drove himself into her, hammering her with his need to complete.
As he finished his labor, he relaxed with the sudden release of energy, leaning himself against her legs, gasping for breath. As the singing in his ears diminished, he realized his position, and pushing himself up, pulled her leg past his face, rolling her on her side and sliding himself into the bed behind her, without uncoupling. He thrust his deflating member gently into her, seeking to insure its nest in her warm, wet cunt.
His last conscious thought was to pull the blanket over their cooling bodies to ward off the impinging chill.
Chapter Five
Bob awoke some hours later after becoming slowly conscious of the fact that he was not alone in the bed. The information was hardly distressing, and he opened his eyes to find that he was gazing at the side of a tousled blond head.
He reveled in the feel of her sleep-warmed body against him. They were lying almost spoon fashioned with her buttocks snuggled against his hip, his right leg between her legs, nestled against her. Nina was lying slightly on her back, her left arm across her tummy, cuddled under his left arm. His hand was cupping her right breast in a proprietary manner and he could feel it stirring with her breathing. His right arm was under her pillow supporting her head as she slept deeply and securely.
His mind drifted sleepily over the events of the previous evening as he lay soaking up the feel of her lush body so relaxed against his.
He squeezed the warm weight in his hand slightly which caused the sleeper to stir. He decided that he shouldn't disturb her, and slowly and carefully worked his way out of the bed, and went to the main cabin closing the door behind him.
After stirring the fire up and refueling it against the cold, he dressed, made a pot of coffee in the galley and went quietly on deck to drink a cup.
The squalls of the day before had cleared away and the cloudiness of the lightening eastern sky darkened into starry display of the predawn hour in the west. He moved quietly about the boat checking the anchors and the rigging for any indication of slackness or disrepair. Finding no cause for concern, settled himself in the cockpit to enjoy the sunrise.
Some time later he became vaguely aware of stirring below, but was so relaxed and caught up in the morning awakening around him, he didn't respond.
He began to ponder the events of the night before. He was at a loss as to how such a thing could happen. He wasn't at all sure how he was going to face Nina without acute embarrassment. My God, he thought, to not only spank her bare ass, which was bad enough, but to actually whip her with a piece of line like some antebellum overseer. But her reaction!?!! It actually made her hot for sex!
He'd read of such things, of course, and had some daydreams about it, like any other man. But to actually participate in such a thing!
Actually, it was kind of interesting. It made him horny as hell just to think about it this morning. It made him damned near psychotic last night! He couldn't remember wanting a woman as badly as he did Nina last night. And, it wasn't that Nina was special to him, it was that she was there! She was the target of his erotic activity, and he wanted to dominate her totally. Well, he guessed that he did that alright.
He'd never kidded himself that he was a sensitive, romantic kind of man. He knew he was a rather direct sort, who could be affectionate when he wanted to be and the occasion called for it, but a Romeo he wasn't.
Hell, his courtship and marriage to Carolyn for two years was ample proof of that. And her infidelity, and general rottenness when he caught her at it hadn't helped his outlook on romance any either. Well, to hell with that. That was over, period.
But what the hell was he going to do with this little creature? How the hell could he keep her on at the plant after this episode? Be that as it may, how was he going to get rid of her? What was he going to say, "Hey Honey, you're a great lay, and I enjoyed the hell out of spanking your ass, but you're fired"? Certainly not.
But to keep her was begging for trouble. The next time she decided she wanted a raise, she'd probably get it. Or worse, if she decided she wanted to have herself spanked again, what then?
He turned as the hatch slid back, and watched Nina's head and bare shoulders emerge from it.
Her hair had been brushed and caught into a pony-tail at the crown of her head; her face freshly scrubbed and with lipstick applied gave the appearance of youth and beauty. Her eyes were bright with curiosity about her surroundings as she looked about, finally to rest them on him.
"Good morning, Mr. Bonner. Would you like some more coffee?"
Bob could now see that she had wrapped a blanket around her for warmth, and she was holding a steaming cup in her hands, before her.
"Good morning, Nina. Yes, I would, thank you," he said rising from the cockpit seat. "I'll trade cups with you, how's that?"
He saw that she had only opened the hatch enough to get her head and shoulders through, and the doors braced her from the front. Smiling, she passed him the full cup, taking his empty one while affording him a look at her breasts as she loosed the front of her to stretch her arm toward him. She took his cup and slipped back down into the cabin, emerging again in a couple of minutes with a fresh cup of coffee for herself, the blanket wrapped snugly around her.
At least she was in good spirits, and didn't seem to be harboring any ill-will. Bob felt some relief from that. And not afraid to pique his interest a little with a display of her charms, he thought with a smile.
"Sleep well?"
"Wonderful. I never knew how the rocking of a boat could be so restful."
'To say nothing of exhaustion from some rather kinky sex,' Bob thought, and blushed as he thought of it.
"Did you find everything you needed below?"
"Yes, thank you. It's interesting to see the amount of storage there is down there, and the tons of things you have."
"Well, aboard a sailboat the old saw that there's a place for everything and everything's in its place is mostly true. You also learn to do more with less. Care to join me?" Bob asked.
"If you don't mind, I'll stay here where it's warm for a minute. I took the liberty of starting breakfast so I'll have to go soon."
"Well, I've failed as a host again. I'm supposed to be the one getting breakfast for you."
"You're the Captain. And Captains don't cook and things. They run the ship and the crew." Nina smiled. "I'll be the crew on this voyage. I'll call you when it's ready, Captain," she said as she disappeared down the hatch, sliding it closed.
Bob went back to his ruminations, and kept coming back to the point that was really bothering him. What he had done to her, and the hold it gave her over him as a result.
"Breakfast, Sir," came the call some minutes later. Bob got up, and with a last look around, opened the doors and hatch and went below closing them after him.
The cabin was warm and full of breakfast smells. As he passed the galley he noticed that Nina was wearing the wool shirt from yesterday, and was bare legged below it. It made an interesting costume, and he found himself trying to peek under the shirt-tail as he took off his coat and boots.
He seated himself at the table and Nina came from the galley with a loaded plate. She bent over as she set the plate before him and he looked to see if the shirt would afford him the same view as yesterday, and was amply rewarded. Nina had not buttoned the top three buttons, and as she bent over her body was bared to the waist. A fleeting glimpse indicated she had put on her panties.
Bob felt the immediate response stirring in his groin as he drank in the view of her right breast moving and wobbling as she moved about. He glanced at her face as she straightened up, but Nina's attention was elsewhere, and she turned to the galley.
"Is the crew allowed to eat with the Captain on this ship," she asked, returning to the table with another plate of food.
"Only if they are ready to sit by the Captain and accept compliments," Bob responded, smiling.
Nina set her food down and Bob was rewarded with another view of her. She slid into the seat beside him, he watched the front of her shirt, and the breasts underneath. He was glad he had the forethought to adjust himself while Nina was in the galley, because he was now fully erect, and barely comfortable, and glad he was sitting down.
The conversation was limited to general topics, and he ate with good appetite despite the distraction Nina's closeness and the view she afforded. When the meal was completed, Nina immediately removed the dishes and began washing them in the galley.
Bob got up from the table as she completed her tasks in the galley and went in and stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. As he touched her, she stopped all movement, waiting to see what he was going to do.
"Nina, I think we should talk about last night," he said quietly.
'I want to thank you for what you did. I forgot to thank you last night."
"Yes, but what I did was..." Bob started.
"Was what I deserved for my mistakes," Nina interrupted hurriedly. "Say I'm forgiven and can continue to work for you."
"But Nina, after what I did to you, . . ."
"I know it won't be easy for you, after what I did, but I promise to try harder. And if I displease you again, I'll expect you to punish me any way you see fit."
"Well, yes if you want to. But, Nina, we've got to have a definite understanding about our relationship. There are things we have to discuss," Bob said, feeling totally confused.
"I quite agree. I know you are my boss, and I'm your secretary, your servant. And I'll really try to serve you well. I won't let my inadequacies keep you from doing your job. You only have to tell me what you want, and I'll do it. If I don't, I know, now, that you'll spank me, to remind me of my duties," she said primly, her hands clasped in front of her.
"Yes, but, Nina, you understand that no one must ever know what has gone on here. I mean, they would never understand and . . .
"I understand that everything that goes on between you and me, here or in the office, is strictly confidential."
Bob sighed, feeling that he wasn't making his point at all, and he was sure it wasn't because he hadn't tried. Nina was very skillfully avoiding any discussion of details of the previous night. It wasn't that she didn't know what he was saying, she just didn't want to discuss it.
Bob was worried. There was no way he could ever explain what he had done to this girl. She could say anything she wanted, and she would be believed. The marks on her buttocks would condemn him to prison for a long, long time. If he thought he was in deep yuck before, it was nothing compared to where he was now.
"Nina, ... we have to leave now. So we can get back while the good weather lasts," Bob mumbled. "You go ahead and finish up here and I'll get us started."
Chapter Six
They had been underway about a half hour when Nina came up from below still bare-legged and wearing his shirt, and tossed a blanket onto the seat beside Bob and retreated into the cabin again. She appeared again with a mug of coffee in each hand. She set one down beside Bob, making sure it wouldn't spill, and then retreated to her blanket. The wind had cooperated, lifting the shirt tails giving him glimpses of her smooth legs and firm round bottom cheeks as she moved about.
She wrapped the blanket around her and leaned against the cabin bulkhead, leaving the front of the shirt open, displaying the inner curves of both breasts and her belly to her navel.
"Can I stay up here with you?"
"Certainly," he replied looking at the lovely view before him. "Do you always dress so formally when you dine alfresco?"
"No. Only with you."
"Don't you think you'll get cold?"
"Only a little, perhaps. But that's alright," she responded.
"You're beautiful, you know. And you're going to raise hell with my navigation."
"Thank you. I don't want to disturb you. I just wanted to be with you, and I thought you might prefer me this way."
"I do, or at least I would have if I thought you would do it."
"I will do anything you want me too, at any time, anywhere," she said, looking at him seriously.
Bob looked at her for a long moment before speaking. "How come I never noticed this great shape at the office?"
"I didn't want anyone to notice me particularly, at the plant, so I didn't dress to show myself."
"Why did you decide to show me now."
"Because I want to be your secretary. I want to be with you and serve you, and I want you to keep me," she said.
"Is this weekend a bribe or something?" he demanded.
"Not the way you mean it," she said leaning toward him. "No, I came to deliver the corrected copy of the report to you, and I couldn't believe my good fortune when you asked me to go sailing with you. I don't know why you did that, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I thought I had lost you, and here you gave me the very opportunity I have been praying for. I have wanted you to punish me from the second week I was with you. To show me that you cared enough to spank me and be my master."
"Punish you and be your master? Sweetheart, that kind of thing went out with the Civil War. It just isn't done."
"You just did it. Last night. I love you for it. You are my master, and I am your slave."
"Oh bullshit, girl! Master? Slave? What the hell are you talking about? What I did to you last night was criminal. I've never done anything like that before in my life."
Nina looked stricken as he exploded in reaction to her statements. She set her cup on the deck and scrambled to him, knelt between his legs and placed her head in his lap, her hands holding his right calf through his pants.
"Please, don't be angry with me. I'm not crazy, or sick or anything like that. I just need you, ... to be my master, . . . my boss, . . . my guide. I need your direction, and your caring, that's all. I need to be yours."
"Nina, Nina, . . . Sweetheart, if that was a marriage proposal, . . . the answer is no. I don't love you, Nina, at least not that way. I'm not the marrying kind. I need a wife like I need a third nostril. And Nina, if you'll be honest with yourself, you don't love me either. Do you?"
"I do love you, but that's immaterial. I'm not proposing marriage to you, because that's inconceivable. But I am fit to be your slave. And I want to be," she said, tears running down her face. "I won't be a burden to you. I won't interfere with your life. I just want to be yours, and if the office is the only place where I can be, then that's where it will be. Please don't send me away," she murmured quietly into his lap, holding herself close to him.
He put his hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. "Damn! What the hell would I do with a slave? Well, you can stay on as my secretary, but we'll leave it at that for the time being."
Nina scooted over to the hatchway and went below with a happy smile, and a fervent "Thank you."
He sat thinking about what had transpired. Master!? Slave!? What civilization did this girl grow up in? He suspected that Wisconsin may not be the leader in social convention, but slavery? Good God, no! Not even there.
Nina emerged and came to him with a pot of hot coffee, and poured some into his cup. As soon as she was through, she stood up with her breasts framed for his view by the open shirt.
She watched Bob's face, smiling at him as their eyes met. She watched the waves around them and the seagulls overhead in perfect contentment.
"What the hell am I going to do with you at the plant? How am I going to behave around you?" he asked her.
"You can do anything you want with me, to me or around me," she answered. "I am yours to do with as you please."
"Oh, Bull, Nina. Thinking of you, sitting like that, will drive me nuts. I'll never get anything done!"
"You won't have to think of me, I'll be right there for you to play with, or punish, if that's what you want."
"You keep coming back to that word 'punish'. Do you like to be punished? To be spanked or. . . whipped I guess is the only way to describe what I did to you?" he asked.
"I don't like the pain, at first, but I do like you doing it to me. I like having you dominate me, and proving that I'm in your power and there's nothing I can do to prevent it. If that means I have to endure the pain, I will, and gladly."
"Nina, that's stupid. Don't you realize the danger you place yourself in by doing that?"
"I do realize that if I offered myself to just anyone, I could be injured, or worse. But not with you. You will take care of me, and treat me just as I deserve." She smiled at him. "I do need you as my Master." "Now, you lay off that 'Master' business. That carries some connotations that I don't think we want to deal with. You call me Mr. Bonner, Bob, Hey You or whatever, but not Master. OK?"
Nina looked at him without saying anything, then nodded slightly without changing her expression.
"Nina," said Bob, suddenly serious. "If you're setting me up for something here that will harm the company or my position in it, you are going to be a very sorry young lady."
"Mr. Bonner . . . Bob ... I would never do anything to harm you, or anyone else. I do love you and I only want to be yours and serve you. I must make you believe me."
He regarded her in the waning sunlight, and decided that as fantastic as it seemed, she was very serious about this thing.
"Did you ever do this kind of thing with Manny Able?" he asked with a sudden thought.
"Oh, no sir. I would never do anything like that with Mr. Able," she said earnestly. "Never."
"Why me and not him?"
"Because, he's not like you. He doesn't give me the same feeling of security and control you do. I had the feeling that he doesn't really like women, that he's afraid of them in some way." She paused, looking at him as if trying to read his reaction. "I may be wrong, but it was just the way I felt around him."
"How come he let you go?"
"I don't know. He just called me in to his office one day and said that they had to cut back. He said he was sorry but the board, or somebody, told him that he had too many clerk-typists, and because I was junior I had to be laid off. He said that I should apply at your plant and that he would put in a good word for me. Mr. Able is a very nice man, but he's not like you."
"OK... What the hell!" he sighed.
Nina stayed in the cockpit until they were within view of the coastline. Bob sent her below to dress and she returned as they were approaching the breakwater. There were several other boats out, some which Bob knew and he exchanged greetings as they passed. Nina sat smiling and waving shyly to them as Bob spoke. Some of the others looked at Nina and smiled and nodded to her in a friendly manner.
"They're nice people, aren't they? So friendly," she commented to Bob.
"Most people who own and operate boats are friendly and outgoing. If you aren't at first, you will become that way. It's like a big club. You get to know them, and they you, and you find you have common interests and you make friends. There is a feeling of family among most boaters. Some are knotheads like any other group, but most are very nice people."
Bob brought the boat into the slip, tied it up and began securing it for the week. Nina went below and cleaned up the galley and cabins and appeared on deck in a few minutes dressed in the clothes she came aboard in.
"I loved sailing. I hope you will take me again, sometime," Nina said standing close to him, her head down.
"I enjoyed it too, Nina. And I hope I'll have the opportunity to take you sailing again, too," Bob said rather formally. "You realize that I have to be careful about being seen with an employee. Rumors get started that way, and they sometimes get vicious."
"I know how that can be," she said quietly. She looked up at him with an obvious intention, but seeing the look on his face, changed her mind and said, "Thank you, I'll see you at the plant tomorrow morning."
Bob watched her as she walked down the finger pier and up the ramp to the parking lot. When she was out of sight, he sighed and returned to his tasks.
Chapter Seven
The week had been strained with Nina being around him in the office. It really wasn't her fault, he admitted. It was just that he had thought about the weekend and he just wasn't adjusting to it, and his role in it, very well.
To tell the truth, he felt guilty as hell. He had invited this little girl along on a daysail for some unknown reason, then had totally dominated her, physically forcing her to undergo a beating, no, a Goddamned whipping, and then raped her like some conquering savage. It was undoubtedly the single stupidest thing he had ever done.
This poor girl had told him she had to keep the job at any cost or be shipped off to Wisconsin to live with her uncle, or something. Whatever it was, it was bad enough so she didn't want to do it, and was willing to take a spanking to avoid it, and he'd brutalized her. She had seemed perfectly rational about it on the trip back, even seeming to encourage him by her actions. But that didn't stop the growing feelings of guilt and shame that built as he thought about it.
He didn't feel too big about it, and having her look at him like she did, didn't help a bit. What the hell could he say to her? 'Gee whiz, I liked whipping you, and oh by the way here's some typing?'
And then, out of the blue, Alexander Sinclair, his C.E.O., calls and all but orders him to come to his house for cocktails. Well, he didn't order him, but if the Chairman of the Board invites you, the junior manager, are you expected to refuse?
So here he was, dead on time, after cruising around the neighborhood a while to burn up the extra time he'd allowed to get here, making his command performance.
The neighborhood was obviously expensive and not new money either. The houses were set back into the properties, and barely visible from the street, nestled into the hills up here above the city. The owners obviously wanted privacy and got it.
As the electronic gate swung open before him and he drove forward, he gained a view of the big, Spanish ranch style house. It was big, of nearly authentic architecture, very well cared for and very expensive.
He parked the car and walked to the foyer, admiring the gardens and manicured lawn. He rang the bell and looked at the greenery again.
He turned when he heard the door open and felt himself go cold with shock.
Nina was standing at the open door!
Nina, in a long blue gown.
Nina!
What the hell? Bob walked into the house as Nina stood back and gestured him to enter.
After her initial look at him, Nina had dropped her gaze, her eyes on his feet. "This way, sir. My uncle is in the library," she said.
Bob was still unable to think straight enough to stop her and ask what was going on. She stopped before a pair of elaborately carved doors and knocked. After waiting a few seconds, she opened the door and led him through. She stood aside after entering and Bob saw Alexander Sinclair stand up from a chair and turn their way.
"Mr. Bonner, sir," Nina said, curtseying slightly. She then stepped through the door and closed it softly behind her.
"Welcome, Robert. Thank you for coming out here tonight. I do appreciate it," said Alexander Sinclair, extending his hand.
"I am honored by your invitation, Mr. Sinclair. Thank you," Bob managed as he shook the extended hand.
"You look a little puzzled, Robert, and I can imagine why," Alexander chuckled. "Please don't be concerned about anything tonight. I promise to explain everything before the evening is over. And please, call me Alex. Only strangers call me Mr. Sinclair."
He took Bob by the elbow and they moved through the room toward the French doors at the back. Bob looked at the room as they passed through it, and was impressed by the number of leather-bound books in the bookcases lining the walls, the large natural stone fireplace, and the artworks that were original masters, if he remembered his college Art Appreciation classes.
"I thought we might have a light meal out here on the patio, or just our drinks, if you've already eaten," Alexander said as he opened the doors to a large flagstone covered patio.
"No sir, I didn't eat before coming. A little problem came up at the plant and I didn't take the time," Bob said.
"Nothing serious, I hope," Alexander said, conversationally.
"Oh, no. Just a small glitch in the shipping orders, and it needed to be handled before the weekend."
"Good, good," Alexander said. "I think you'll appreciate the view from here. I'm fortunate to have this piece of property because it's right out here on the tip of the ridge with an unobstructed view and a foundation of solid rock."
Alexander led Bob back under the patio cover to some chairs and tables, and gestured for him to be seated. As Alexander sat down, a petite redhead wearing a green version of the gown Nina had worn appeared through a door on the other wing of the house. She walked up to Alexander, curtseyed and asked him if he wished the dinner to begin. Alexander nodded and turned back to Bob and began to point out some of the areas of the city that could be seen from their seats.
As they talked quietly, the redhead pushed a covered serving cart out of the door followed by a brunette wearing a similar gown in yellow, pushing another. They busied themselves setting out some food, plates and silver on a table, lighting propane burners under other dishes in the covered part of the carts.
"I took the liberty of arranging a small buffet for us tonight, Robert. I hope you will find something you'll like here."
"Oh, I'm sure I will, sir. Anything will do for me, thank you," Bob responded.
"The young lady in the green will be serving you tonight, Robert. Her name is Margaret. She will take care of anything you may need," Alex said, gesturing toward the girl, who curtseyed to him, smiling. "The other young lady is Priscilla, who will be serving me." She looked up and smiled at Bob shyly as she too curtseyed.
"I'll have a little fish, some vegetables and salad, Priscilla. Some Chardonnay with it, please," Alexander ordered. He turned to Bob as the girl moved to fill his order, and said, "The doctor has restricted my red meat intake lately, but there is a nice roast I recommend. I like the smell of a good cut of meat, even if I can't enjoy it as often as I used to."
Margaret moved up beside Bob and stood looking at him as Alexander spoke. "What may I get for you, sir," she asked softly.
Alexander, noting Bob's momentary confusion, asked, "Are you hungry, Robert? If so, Margaret can prepare a man sized plate for you, and you can eat what you like. That suit you?"
"That would be fine, Alex. Thank you."
Margaret moved away toward the food, and Bob took the opportunity to look her over. He could see her legs and buttocks moving under the skirt of the gown. He was pleased to see that it had been split up to the waist on one side, allowing the girl's legs and one hip to be seen as she moved. As she moved about the table filling his plate he noticed some interesting movement under the bodice of the gown. It occurred to him that she was nude under it, which piqued his interest even more.
As she walked toward him carrying the plate and silver, he noticed that her nipples were distended and pushing out against the fabric. The material was so sheer and silky that he imagined that he could see the outline of her areolae too.
There seemed to be something slightly odd about the nipple outline as she came closer, but he couldn't figure out what it was, and didn't want to stare at her anymore than he had already. She passed behind him and came up beside him and put the plate, napkin and utensils on the table beside him.
"To drink?" she asked softly. Bob looked around at her and was confronted with a view of her breast almost to the nipple. It was smooth, tanned and firm. When he was able to lift his eyes to hers, he found them looking at him with a slight smile on her lips. She had planned for him to have a peek, and seemed amused at his reaction.
"Coffee, black, please," he said, looking back at her bust. If she wanted to show, he was perfectly willing to look. As she moved, Bob caught a flash of metal, which puzzled him momentarily.
He turned to his food and began to eat as Margaret returned with his coffee and retreated behind his chair. He looked over at his host and noticed that Priscilla had brought his food and was kneeling behind his chair, just behind him. Bob turned his head and with his peripheral vision, caught sight of Margaret in a similar position behind him.
'Well' he thought, 'what the hell was going on here? Alexander Sinclair was the Chairman of the Board of the whole conglomerate. Why was Nina here? And she had called him uncle! Shit! He was in deep trouble here. Does he know what happened on the boat, is that what this is about? Sweet mother! If Nina told him, it was all over but the arrest.
He became aware that Alexander had begun to talk, fortunately about general subjects that didn't require a direct response. Bob focused his attention on his host and began to participate in the conversation.
"How are things going at the plant, Robert?" Alexander asked conversationally.
"Fine, generally. No real problems, just the usual bumps and jiggles," Bob answered warily.
Alexander chuckled. "I hear you're a little rough on the help down there. Is that true?"
"Well, I guess it depends on your point of view," Bob said, becoming uncomfortable.
"Yes, I suppose it does at that," Alexander said, amused.
"Would I be out of line if I asked the source of your information, sir?" Bob asked, deciding to take the bull by the horns.
Alexander looked up at Bob. "Just the usual source, Robert. Did you think you were operating in a vacuum down there and headquarters doesn't know what's going on?"
He chuckled again. "For the most part, you're right, they don't. They read the P&L sheet, and think they do, but they're mistaken. You could go down the drain next week and they wouldn't know it until the creditors started calling, the damned fools.
"But I made it my business to know. And the information is there for the asking. I assure you that nothing was done behind your back. I don't talk to Nina about her job. And she knows better than to volunteer anything. I want to assure you that whatever we talk about here tonight is strictly between us and will never go beyond this house, unless you desire it. You are in no danger personally, professionally, or financially. We will return to talk of Nina later, I assure you. I know seeing her here tonight troubles you, but please set it aside and we'll get to it in due time."
Bob glanced briefly at the girl kneeling quietly beside Alexander and wondered how he was going to keep them from talking, but decided that there was nothing he could do about it anyway.
Alexander watched Bob's face and noted his glance and smiled slightly as if he knew the thoughts going through Bob's mind.
"As to my sources, the Accounting Department is complaining about all the new payroll files they have to handle for you, and the Unemployment Insurance payments they have to make. The Personnel Manager is in a tizzy about what the State might be thinking about it. The usual twaddle.
"I don't know why we keep that twit of a personnel director. He's always in a lather about something, and I've yet to see him do something positive for us. He's always trying to give the store away to the employees. Makes you wonder who he's working for?"
Bob smiled as he heard Alexander echoing his own sentiments about the fag he was forced to deal with. He was the single most frustrating individual in the organization, and he had heard his sexual preferences speculated about on several occasions. Hearing the comments from Alexander made him think that if he survived this, he might not have to deal with Dobbins for very long after all.
"But tell me, Robert. Why do you have such a high turnover rate? It is expensive, and it comes right off the top of your profit side."
"I work my people hard, but I pay them well. If they want a job, we have one for them, with reasonable advancement. If they don't want to work, they're gone. Period. If Dobbins and the State can't understand that, well, I guess we'll have to talk about that."
Alexander chuckled again. "We just did. Don't you worry about that/It's your job to keep the profits up, it's Dobbins' job to handle the State and it's mine to handle him. I approve of your methods, my boy, and my investigations indicate you're more than normally careful about your handling of the problems, so you just go right on.
"And speaking of investigations, you've been the subject of a fairly intensive one for the past three months. Mine."
"May I ask why?" said Bob.
"You may, and I'll tell you in good time. I have reason to want to know all about you. And I do, now."
"I wasn't aware of any investigation," Bob said, a little indignant.
"If you had been, someone would have been in a lot of trouble. I pay good money to keep people from knowing they're being scrutinized, while it's being done. But, nothing to worry about. I know all I want to know about you. I know your bank balance to within $200.00. I know about your marriage, which I consider your greatest error to date. That slut was attractive, I grant you, but you didn't have to marry her to satisfy your urges. No one else did. Weren't you aware of her reputation? She was, by the way, faithful to you for a whole six months, which is a record for her. I know about the incident with the car in your senior year of high school. Very inventive solution, I thought. Too bad no one else can appreciate it." Alexander smiled.
"You and I are very similar in many respects. We hold many of the same outlooks and attitudes. Don't assume that is a compliment, because it may not be in the test of time. But because of these things, I have decided to proceed, and I hope I'm right, because if I'm not, the Corporation will probably lose a valuable officer."
Bob was increasingly puzzled at the turn of the conversation, and didn't think it was prudent to remind Alexander that he was a manager, not an officer. There was clearly something on the Chairman's mind, and Bob wanted to hear what it was.
As Bob sat back in his chair, he was suddenly aware that they had completed the meal, and the girls had cleaned up the plates and had stored the food away, cleaning the tables and were closing the carts, all without him being aware of it. They certainly were proficient at serving, and wondered where Alexander had found them. It must cost a pretty penny to hire them and get them to wear those costumes.
"I want to show you something, Robert," Alexander said. "I think you'll find it interesting."
"Priscilla, position!" the command was given quietly. The girl got up from her position at Alexander's elbow and moved around in front of him, kneeling again at his knees. She sat back on her heels, her back straight and her shoulders back, spread her legs slightly and placed her hands on her thighs, her palms turned toward Alexander. Her head was down and she was looking directly at his belt buckle. She became very still, barely breathing.
Alexander watched her closely, a small smile of pride on his lips. He nodded slightly as she settled into her position. Bob opened his mouth to ask a question, but Alexander silenced him with a small movement of his hand, never taking his eyes off the girl before him.
Priscilla was a vision of femininity as she knelt there. She was a slender, fine boned girl, perhaps eighteen or twenty years old. Her dark, thick hair framed her pixie face with its small finely molded features, and tumbled freely down her back, almost to her waist. Her skin reflected the warmth and texture of tanned good health. Her skin was smooth and taut, and her face was almost devoid of makeup. Her breasts were large for her frame, which emphasized the smallness of her waist, and the swelling of her hips. Her thighs were slender and well muscled as were her calves. She remained almost motionless under the gaze of both the men.
"Display," came the quiet command.
Priscilla's' eyes flicked toward Bob and a slight flush rose in her cheeks. She hesitated a few seconds, and just when it seemed that Alexander was going to speak, she moved her hand slightly to the left shoulder strap of her gown. She worked the material of the gown, clearly trying to unfasten it. Her movements ceased and she remained unmoving for a moment, then let her hand fall away, carrying the material with it.
With a stroke she was bare to the waist, the gown folded around her waist. Without a pause she placed her hand on her right hip, where the gown was split, and unclasped it there and pulled the material away from her body and from under her bottom. Her hands then returned to her thighs, palms outward, and she assumed the same upright pose she had adopted before.
Bob was stunned at the tableau before him. He could only stare at the young loveliness before him. Her full breasts perched proudly and firmly on her chest, their nipples protruding a full half inch above her large areola. Her belly dipped inward to a deep navel and downward to her pubic arch. Her dark pubic hair was visible, as was the top of her labia.
Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming in small rapid bursts, and she waited, tensed for the next command. He became aware of the pressure of his rigid penis against his underwear. His condition was painful, but he didn't dare move and draw attention to himself.
"Present yourself," Alexander told her.
Priscilla's hands moved from the tops of her thighs to the outside of her legs and began to move up the outside of her body, and as her elbows rose behind her, the girl's breasts became more and more prominent from the arching of her back. Her fingers traced up across her rib cage and flowed up under her breasts, cupping them with her hands; she lifted them and presented them to Alexander.
Her thumbs moved across her nipples, slowly flicking them, making them dip and spring back to position. Her hands came forward until her thumbs and forefingers had captured the nipples, and she began to tweak and roll them back and forth, causing them to deepen in color and the areolae to pucker in passion. She continued to play with her nipples for a minute or two, and then cupped her breast flesh again and began to knead it gently, making the flesh flow in her hands.
She then left her breasts and slid her hands down the front of her body, caressing and kneading the flesh as she proceeded downward. Her breathing had changed to a deepened, regular rhythm, her chest rising and falling. Her body began to move with her rising ardor, the muscles quivering as she touched herself.
As her hands again touched the tops of her thighs, they turned to press against the inner leg and slowly stroked downward to her knees, seeming to press them outward, moving her legs further apart. She stroked her inner thighs slowly back and forth, her hands just touching her pubic hair at the top of their travel and massaging in a circular motion on the way down. With her legs spread as far apart as possible, she rubbed the smooth flesh of her inner thighs traveling upward slowly. When her hands contacted her hair this time, she rotated her pelvis forward and pushed her hands together to frame and pose her pussy lips. She massaged the labia for a few seconds and then moved her index fingers to rub along the outer lips, pulling them apart and releasing them rhythmically. She finally allowed her fingers to slip inside her labia and pull it apart to expose the crimson wetness of her cunt.
She played with her pussy lips for a few strokes, never allowing her fingers to penetrate, just to tease. She removed one hand from its erotic task and placed it beside her as a brace, and languidly turned herself over to present her back to Alexander. The fingers of her other hand never left her pussy, and as she bent forward they could be seen caressing her lower slit and perineum. She lowered her head and chest to the floor, her heavy breasts seeming to fall away from her and reach for the flagstones beneath her. She turned her head so her face was toward Bob, her eyes closed, a small smile on her face.
Her supporting hand now reached behind her and with the other began to rub up and down her exposed pussy and ass-crack, flirting and caressing her anus. She continued her display for a couple of minutes more and slowly removed her hands and repositioned herself before Alexander, her face flushed, her breathing deep and ragged. Her pussy lips were now extended and opened from her handling, and her sensual excitement.
Alexander watched her for a moment, his face holding a look of pride and pleasure. He stretched his hand to the girl's cheek and caressed it tenderly. She turned her face into his hand and kissed it.
Chapter Eight
"What do you think of her, Robert?" asked Alexander quietly.
"My God, Alex, she's beautiful. That was the mo erotic thing I've ever seen."
"Yes, she is a beauty. She's just learning her paces, and she has done well," Alex said with obvious pride. The girl flushed again at the compliment.
"What do you think this little creature's relationship is to me, Robert?" Alex asked again.
"I have no idea, sir," Bob replied, wondering at the question.
Alexander smiled at the girl and said, "Tell him what I am to you and you are to me, Priscilla."
She raised her eyes to his for the first time since she had moved in front of him and said quietly, "You are my Master, and I am your loving slave."
Bob felt himself flush hot and then cold as the meaning of what he had just heard penetrated. My God! Master?! Slave!? Here, now, and for real? Was it real? Could it be? He stared at the girl, absorbing what she had said.
"Yes, you are, my pretty. As a matter of fact, so is Margaret, aren't you my dear?" said Alexander, looking over his shoulder at the pretty redhead.
"Yes, Master" was the quiet response.
Bob felt a chill as the perspiration broke out over his body. He had so many instantaneous thoughts and impressions that his only conscious reaction was confusion.
"Not something you'd expect to hear in 20th century America, is it? These two lovelies and two or three others are my sole property, to do with what I wish, when I wish, and how I wish. I own them as I do this house, this chair or my paintings. They perform services for me, and fulfill my needs. They obey me in everything, or they are punished, ... as severely as I deem necessary. Isn't that right, my dear?" he asked the girl, reaching to caress her breast.
"Yes, Master," was the whispered reply.
"Are you shocked, Robert?" Alexander asked, looking at him. "Appalled? Disgusted? Outraged?"
"Shocked, . . . yes, I guess I am. As you said, not something you expect to see in 20th century America. Appalled, disgusted or outraged ... no, . . . no I don't think so," Bob replied, still staring at the girl. "Fascinated I think would best describe my feelings, if the truth were known."
"Ahhh, I knew I was right about you, Robert. You have vindicated my confidence in you. You have passed the test of fire as it were," Alexander told him, leaning back in his chair. "You could as well have bolted out of here in a fit of righteous indignation, and been fully justified by today's society."
Bob shifted in his chair, trying to surreptitiously move his engorged penis to a more comfortable position.
"Ah, my boy. Forgive me. I was so busy showing off, I forgot about the comfort of my guest. Margaret! Position, in front of Master Robert."
Margaret appeared in front of Bob, and sank to her knees before him, assuming the position he had witnessed by Priscilla, her eyes lowered to his groin. "Present yourself," came the command.
Margaret immediately moved her hand to her shoulder and detached the clasp. As the material fell away, he was presented with a view of her pert, firm breasts with the protruding nipples, pierced with golden rings. 'Nipple rings' thought Bob. 'That's what distorted the outline through her gown.'
She unclasped the gown at her hip and slid it from under her, returning to first position, open and vulnerable before him.
Margaret was petite and very feminine. Her red hair cascaded down her back in curls. Her skin was the alabaster of a true redhead, creamy and smooth, with a hint of freckles across her shoulders and the bridge of her nose. Her features were small and balanced except for a slight excessive fullness of her hips, giving her a slightly pouting look.
Her breasts were full and firm, rising from her chest like two cones to the cherry pink, swollen areola, topped with the protruding, ringed nipples. Her upper body tapered to a small waist and flared, womanly hips. Her waist was circled by a thin golden chain that terminated somewhere behind her back.
Her spread legs provided him with a view of her bald pussy, whose puffy lips were spread slightly, either from her position or rising excitement. Bob could see the chain hanging between her legs in a loop that seemed to indicate that it may terminate at her pussy.
"Lay back and show yourself to Master Robert, Margaret," Alexander said. "If you don't mind, in view of my forgetting your feelings, my boy, we will dispense with a formal presentation of this beauty, although she likes it, and does it well. But there is a small feature I enjoy that I want you to see."
Margaret had laid herself backward until her shoulders and head rested on the stone. With her legs apart and her knees still on the floor, her back was arched and her pudendum with its vaginal and anal opens were presented to him. His attention was immediately focused on the little golden chain that emerged from under her buttocks and lay curled in a pile and then proceeded up across her little puckered rose to attach to two gold rings threaded through the hips of her labia, holding them closed.
Her hands were at the junction of her legs and pudendum, her forefingers moving against the fleshy outside portion of her vulva, her movements making the lips move and purse outward. Her flesh was pink and full, and the inner surfaces of her outer lips shone wetly as she manipulated herself. She slipped one finger down into the tunnel of her pussy lips and worked it there for a second.
"Margaret!" came the abrupt voice of her master. The girl meekly removed her finger from its slippery sheath.
"No one told you you could do that, did they?"
"No, Master. I forgot myself, sir. . . in my desire to please you and Master Robert."
"To be sure you did. Well, you remind me to give you a lesson in manners later tonight. Be sure you tell Evalina.
"Now, tell Master Robert why you wear the chain fastening those lips together, Margaret," Alexander said.
Margaret opened her eyes and looked into Bob's, her mouth working in response to the emotion she was feeling. "To remind me and my sisters that my body is for my master's enjoyment, and not for my own, Master," she said softly.
"Yes. Margaret was forgetting who she belonged to. She was pleasuring herself, and her duties, and those of others were suffering because of it. You see, Robert, once a fetter of any kind is placed on a girl, she is forbidden to remove it. Only her master may do it, or order it done."
"Priscilla, go to Margaret and remove the clasp from only one of the rings, and return here," Alexander said in a low voice.
The young girl moved on her hands and knees toward Margaret, her breasts swaying beneath her as she did so. Margaret lay with her eyes closed as Priscilla cupped one hand under the other's ass and worked the ring-clasp with the other. As the clasp released, freeing one of the rings, and the lips of Margaret's pussy opened, Priscilla brought her hand up from behind, slipping her fingers through the slick, moist slit of her friend. She then returned to her place between Alexander's knees, and lay her head in his lap.
Margaret's buttocks had quivered at the intimate touch of her friend, and her breath caught in her throat. Her hands began moving close to the vagina again, being careful not to touch the inner surfaces, but making the lips rub together and purse open like the lips of a mouth that they resembled.
She took the two rings in her thumbs and forefingers, and began to pull and tug on her lips using them as handles. She stretched herself as wide open as she could, pulling on the rings until the flesh around them was distended and the holes through which they passed were stretched also. Her inner lips were pulled open by her actions, showing him the interior of her vagina. Her breathing was short and shallow now, both from her position and the heat of her activity.
"Margaret, you have made Master Robert uncomfortable from watching you enjoy yourself. Ask him if he'll allow you to help him," Alexander directed.
Margaret immediately ceased her actions and levered herself into position before him. Without lifting her eyes from his groin she said, "I apologize for making you uncomfortable, Master. Please allow me to assist you," and lifted her hands tentatively toward him.
"Ahhh. . . certainly, ..." Bob managed, his skin going cold. He didn't know what to do or to think. He wasn't sure what was expected of him.
As Margaret's hands found the zipper on his trousers and began to work it down, Bob glanced furtively over at his host. He was watching Margaret's actions while stroking Priscilla's head absently. He smiled at Bob and said, "As I said, Margaret will serve you this evening. Use her as you wish, without reservation. Do you require privacy while you have her, or are you comfortable here? As for me, I'm going to allow this little girl to perform her oral arts on me. It seems I've become a little uncomfortable too, and she needs the practice."
Bob had the feeling that Alexander would prefer him to stay on the patio, and although he had never performed publicly before, he managed to say, "Thank you, I'll just stay here if you don't mind."
Margaret had his throbbing, rigid prick freed from his clothes and was gently stroking it in her hands. "Would you like me orally, anally or vaginally, Master?" she asked, looking at his organ.
"Ahhh. . . why don't you start with your mouth, sweetheart, and we'll go from there," he said somewhat taken aback by her clinical approach.
She leaned forward and took the head of his penis in her mouth and began to gently suck on it and caress it with her tongue. The pleasure sensations shot up the length of his pecker, causing him to twitch his pelvis and gasp. He put his hand on the back of her head and urged her to take more of him into her mouth. She complied as best she could, bobbing her head up and down, gaining more and more of his meat with each stroke. He could feel her tongue and teeth moving over his skin as she swallowed him. She kept trying until she pressed her nose into his pubic hair, and then began a rhythmic movement allowing a small in and out thrust of his meat.
Bob was astounded that such a little lady was able to deep throat his eight inches. It was nearly two inches in diameter, yet she forced herself to accommodate him.
She pulled back and allowed him to slide out until only the head was trapped between her lips, and took several deep breaths as she tongued him. She then swallowed him again to the limit and then withdrew and began to thrust him in and out of her mouth.
Bob reached down and felt for a breast. Margaret, upon determining his desire lifted her right arm and turned her body so he could take her breast in his hand. He gently felt the warm firmness with his fingers until he came to the swollen tip with its tether ring. He began to play with the ring, flipping it and tugging on it gently, feeling the breast move as he did so. He took the distended nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed it gently and twisted, and was rewarded by her moving to thrust her tit into his hand and a little moan deep in her throat that he felt around his penis, rather than heard.
'My God' he thought, 'I was afraid of hurting her, and she likes it. Well, let's see how much of this she'll allow.'
He took the ring in his fingers and after waiting a few seconds, enjoying Margaret's talented mouth, suddenly pulled and twisted it cruelly.
"Ummmphhh," she grunted as she ingested his prick down her throat. "Ummm . . ummmm . . . ummmmm," she whined as she thrust her head against him, trying to get more of him into her.
Bob felt an immediate response to her actions in his scrotum, and knew he had reached the limits of his control.
"Stop, please," he said quietly, pushing her head away gently. She whined a little as she reluctantly released him from her mouth, and licked her lips lasciviously as she stroked him.
"Stand up," he said, and lunged up out of the chair as she did so. Taking her arm he directed her toward a heavy, low cocktail table near his chair. "Bend over here, please," he said, giving her a little push.
She bent over and grasped the edge of the table and spread her legs apart, arching her back to present herself to Bob.
Bob glanced briefly at Alexander and saw that he had his little prize busy sucking and licking him as he manipulated one of her bountiful breasts.
He stepped behind Margaret loosening his belt, allowing his pants to drop to the floor around his ankles. He grasped her hip with one hand to steady her and bending his knees to lower himself to her, he grasped his meaty lance in the other, directing it between her wet and puffy pussy lips. He slid it up and down her warm, wet slit, finally settling it in to the softness of her vagina opening.
Margaret grunted softly as he thrust the head into her, stretching her. She inhaled shudderingly as he paused and exhaled with a gasp as he impaled her with a single bound, slamming himself into her body, to the depths of her. "Unnggh," she whimpered as he began to thrust in and out of her body. Bob could feel the muscles of her vagina contracting rhythmically as he moved in and out. She began to pant as the contractions became flutters and then a spasm, clamping around him. "Ooohhh, . . . ooohhhh, . . . ooohhhhh," she cooed as she climaxed.
Her movements and contractions triggered the pressure that had been building within him, and he slammed himself into her, lifting her off the ground as his legs surged upward. His hands grasped her hips and squeezed as he thrust into her, splashing her vagina with spurt after spurt of his sperm.
The red mist cleared from his eyes and he opened them as he gasped for breath, gulping great breaths of sweet night air. He realized that he was still crushing Margaret to him, squeezing and bruising her hips and belly, her legs moving convulsively as she reacted to the pain. He released her, stooping to let her feet touch the floor and slipping his half-hard length out of her.
He was about to step away from the girl when the quiet command came, "Clean him, girl, with your mouth, now." Bob looked over at Alexander to find his back to them and Priscilla quiet in his lap.
Margaret went to her knees before Bob and began to lick his shaft and the juice matted pubic hair. She was intent on removing all traces of their encounter, even to licking him between the legs and sucking his testicles gently into her mouth and moving her tongue over the skin of his scrotum. When she had finished, with a final lick under the foreskin of his drooping organ, she slipped his pants up his legs and fastened them and the belt around his shirt. She then rose and stood before him, her head down, waiting.
"Show him to the Guest Bath, Margaret, and assist him, please," Alexander directed. "We'll meet back here in a few minutes, after you've had a chance to refresh yourself."
Margaret turned and moved toward the French doors to the library, and led Bob through the house to a large, well appointed bedroom and an attached full bath. The bath had a double sink, a linen closet and an enclosed tub and shower in the first room, with a toilet and another small sink in an inner room.
"The toilet is there, Master, if you wish to use it. I'll be happy to assist you if you desire it," Margaret said.
Bob looked at her, thinking she may be making a joke, but found her to be totally serious. "No, thank you. I'll take care of that myself," he said stepping into the room.
When he had finished, and washed his hands, he opened the door to find Margaret in the middle of the floor, on her knees. As he stepped out, she unfastened his belt and pants, lowering them to the floor. She reached into one of the sinks and wrung out a washcloth of warm soapy water and began to bathe his genitals. She washed him thoroughly, then dried him with a fluffy towel, and finally dusted him with a slightly scented talc. When she had finished, she lifted his trousers up and refastened them for him.
She then stood up and began to put the washcloth and towel away. Bob watched her as she turned away from him and stooped to pick up the towel, and his eye caught the flesh of the little chain around her waist. He followed it with his eyes, down her back into the groove between the rounded hemispheres of her buttocks to emerge again and loop upward to her cunt.
Almost without thinking, Bob reached out and cupped one of Margaret's buttocks, squeezing and fondling it. She became still as his hand touched her, her hands on the sink, her head lowered. He moved his thumb into the groove between the hemispheres of her buttocks, and slipped it up and down the warm channel.
Margaret arched her back slightly to give him access to her. Bob was conscious of time passing and that his host was waiting for him, but the opportunity to handle this little lady's charms was too much to pass up.
He slipped his hand down between her legs and cupped her smooth, hairless cunt, squeezing and fondling it. He flexed his two middle fingers into her vaginal opening, penetrating almost without pause. He moved his fingers inside her, wondering how much of the hot liquid he felt was his. He felt something run down his fingers and drip off his knuckles. He put his other hand against the small of her back and pushed gently, and she bent over, pillowing her head against her folded arms, and spread her legs.
He listened to her as she began to breath raggedly, indicating her arousal. He looked down and saw that his thumb was lying beside her little puckered hole. He slid it over and began to move it around the middle of the little orifice, slowly increasing the pressure against it. He felt a slackening of the resistance against his thumb and pushed harder, and found himself imbedded in Margaret's hot, moist ass hole. He continued pressing until he had his thumb buried Using her ass hole as a fulcrum, he began to flex his wrist, thrusting his fingers in and out of her slippery cunt. As he did this for a moment he noticed that Margaret was beginning to move with him, thrusting back against his hand, her breath ragged and rasping in her throat.
Bob reached down around her body and took her left breast in his hand, and began to squeeze it roughly. He jammed his fingers into the squirming girl's pussy, distending her with the bulk of his fingers, and pressed them upwards toward his thumb. He found he could actually feel his thumb and fingers through the thin wall of flesh between her anus and her vagina.
His left hand was busy playing with her nipples and the rings attached to them. He was amusing himself tugging on them and feeling the breast distort and stretch. He could grasp a ring and shake it and her breast would wobble and shake with it.
He squeezed his fingers and thumb together, lifting her lower body off the floor, and twisting the ring in her left nipple savagely.
"Uuunnnnggggghhhhh . . . uumm . . . aaahhhh," Margaret yowled as she thrashed about, whipped by her nervous system's overload of sensual ecstasy.
Bob lowered her feet to the floor as her quiverings subsided and her breathing began to quiet, and slipped his fingers and thumb out of her. She shuddered as his thumb emerged, and with a sigh, turned and knelt, placing her cheek against his thigh.
"Thank you, Master. For helping me to come, it was kind of you. May I do anything for you?"
"No, thank you, Margaret, not now. I wish we had time, but Alexander is waiting, and we've kept him waiting long enough."
Bob stroked the girl's hair and then stepped toward the sink and washed his hands. Margaret took his hands and dried them with the towel, kissing them as she finished. He stepped to the door and looked back to find her smiling at him, and he turned toward the corridor to rejoin his host.
Chapter Nine
"I commend you on your treatment of Margaret. Your behavior would almost seem to indicate previous experience, though I know you've had none. She is a hot-blooded little minx and enjoys her subservience. That frequently leads to her requiring discipline.
"Did you discover her fondness for pain during sex? She also is fond of sex during pain, which is what I was referring to earlier. She will be punished for her lapse of memory, just as I indicated to her. Her arousal by your activities will make her punishment more interesting tonight.
"Now I think its time to continue our discussion, if you feel up to it, Robert," Alex said, and Bob nodded in the affirmative. "I belong to an international group whose membership owns pets similar to those you have met tonight.
"No, let me be perfectly frank," he said sitting forward in his chair. "We are owners of slaves, renegades in today's western society who traffic in flesh. I am not telling you this to be dramatic or to shock you, but to give you some background from which to make a judgment. The group has been in existence for over a hundred years, ever since the institution of slavery went out of political vogue. It has been maintained by a number of individuals who had the desire and means to continue it for their pleasure. Interestingly enough, many of the early members were politicians who publicly denounced the practice. The group has no real name, but we call ourselves the Rosetta Society if a label must be used in public communications. I suppose it was selected because it sounded sufficiently ancient to be intellectual or academic. The early members of the society remained in touch with each other and developed a structure from which they could pursue their mutual interests. They were segregated from 'normal' society by both choice and convention, as we are today. But just because we do not hold certain concepts of accepted morals doesn't mean that we are deficient or degenerate.
"There are several men who own pets, as I do, who are regarded as pillars of the business world, and of their society, and justifiably so. Their morals and integrity are of the highest order, although they differ slightly in some areas. And because we do business together on one commodity, we also do business in others too. Ours is a relationship of trust and mutual assistance, which is very handy at times. I own several properties and businesses here, and other places throughout the world. I have more than enough resources to support my life style and accomplish most of my desires. I don't say this to boast, but rather as a preface to the proposal I want to make.
"I was started in my business career by a gentleman whose name is unimportant to this narrative, and who has long since passed on. He observed me as I observed you, and gave me a glimpse of this lifestyle and started me off, guiding me, honing my abilities and working the hell out of me. But to press on, I am of the opinion that it is now time to pass on the bequest that was made to me, and I have selected you as the beneficiary. As I was helped early in my career, I now propose to help you. To benefit from this bequest, you will be expected to work, and work hard. You will continue to pursue your career, and to act in the best interests of your employer and customers. You will advance as fast as your ability and energies will allow and you'll assist me in the operation of my interests, both overtly and covertly. This will not be a gift. It is an opportunity, offered because I want to offer it. You will also be called upon to perform certain tasks for me, and others. The nature of these tasks will be confidential, pertaining to my interests and perhaps yours. I assure you that these tasks will have nothing to do with drugs, espionage or anything of that nature. I have refused to have anything at all to do with organized crime, or with the nefarious activities of governments, although I have not been totally successful in regards to our own. But more of that at a later, more appropriate, time. There is one major proviso that you must understand and agree to before we can proceed, and that is that once started, you can never change your mind. You may elect to not actively participate in the owning and keeping these commodities, but you will never be allowed to use your acquired knowledge to harm those who do. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Yes, sir, I do. You're telling me that if I want to share in this lifestyle, it's a lifetime commitment. And any subsequent attacks of moral indignation, I think you called it, could be hazardous to my health," Bob responded.
"Not 'could be', Robert, most assuredly will be," Alexander said somberly, looking at the younger man intently. "Certain people are employed to eliminate members of our society who become a danger. They are ruthless and unbelievably efficient in the accomplishment of their task. There hasn't been anyone who escaped their net and got to their governments or the press, jeopardizing their fellows in over a hundred years. The threat is very real and not to be taken lightly."
"So be it, then," said Bob.
"Are you very, very certain you understand what I've said, and what you're agreeing to? I'm not impugning your intelligence or your ability to make decisive decisions, because without them you wouldn't be here tonight. I just want you to be very sure that you want to make this commitment and have considered the dire consequences of a change of heart."
"Thank you, Alex, I accept without reservation and with my thanks for your confidence in me."
"Good. I wish now to discuss a certain item of mutual interest. Nina. I can imagine the things that must have gone through your mind when you saw her here tonight. I apologize for any unnecessary stress it may have caused you, but it seemed the best way for it to be handled.
"Nina is my niece, but I'm not the uncle she told you of in Wisconsin. That was my sister's brother-in-law. I say that because he died six months ago. We weren't that close, although I found out somewhat belatedly that we had certain common outlooks. Nina's parents died several years ago in an accident, and she went to live with Helmut's family, at the behest of their Will. I tried to assist when I was allowed to, but she was well kept by her uncle Helmut, and provided for by her parents' estate. I told her when she came to me, that if she couldn't support herself out here, she'd be better off in Wisconsin. That was before certain other facts came to light. I will give you a brief sketch of the circumstances, and you may pursue them at your leisure, if you wish.
"Helmut was a strict, unbending German disciplinarian of the old school. He ruled his household with a rod, literally. Every member of the household, including his wife, was subject to his discipline. He didn't abuse anyone, or permanently injure them in any way except their pride, perhaps. He just paddled them, or whipped them with his rod when he determined that they needed it. He raised five boys and seven girls that way, and it seems to have worked.
"Nina came to me when her uncle passed away, her aunt having died some two or three years before; she was alone. Her cousins may well have helped her, but she chose not to ask. I set her up in an apartment, but insisted that she try to make her own way. I could, of course, have provided for her welfare, but I wanted to make her independent. She had been given a good upbringing, whose basis was hard work and discipline. I wanted her to build on that foundation until I determined how I could help without spoiling her.
"I found out the same thing you did about Nina. She loves discipline. She needs it. She needs to feel it and know it's there, all the time. She's not abnormal, just has a natural bent for physical discipline, strongly established and encouraged by Helmut and his rod. I found this out when she once frustrated me to the point of spanking her, just as she did so successfully to you. The spanking brought an instant response. I am well acquainted with the physical responses possible as a result of punishment. Keeping female slaves over the years has taught me that to a high degree. Nina is a natural slave, just as you seem to be a natural master. She will go to great lengths to be disciplined, as you found out, because she requires it as surely as she does food. She needs it, but I'm not prepared to provide it for her on a permanent basis. She determined what sort of a household I run here almost by osmosis. She has made herself an integral part of it, to the point she expects to be treated exactly the same as Margaret, or Priscilla. I could do that, and I have. The piquant flavor of incest is enjoyable, but I don't wish to have it on a permanent basis, as I said. Do you see what I'm leading up to? Good.
"How do you feel about Nina? The reason I ask is that if you were emotionally involved with her, you will not be as effective as you may have to be to handle her. Are you?"
Bob shook his head in the negative, unsure if he was expected to respond verbally and interrupt Alexander's soliloquy.
"Did you find her pleasing, sexually, on your boat?"
"Well. . . yes, I suppose I did, although I really didn't plan it quite that way," replied Bob, flushing with embarrassment.
"Don't be modest or shy about what happened. Nina got what she asked for, but perhaps not all she deserved. I need to know whether you would consider assuming the responsibilities of being Nina's master? I know that seems rather blunt, but that's the central question. Before you answer, let me give you some more information.
"She went to work at your plant at my direction. I wanted to see what would develop, if anything. I had no intention of placing a spy in your midst. Quite the contrary. Your treatment of her kept her happily under control for quite a while. Manfred made her available to you because he was told to, and he seldom refuses my . . . 'suggestions' . . . Does that surprise you? I need not tell you that information is confidential, do I?
"I know the details of your weekend because Nina told me about it, at my insistence. She didn't want to, but in the end, she relented. She sat a trifle carefully for a couple of days following your return to work, you may recall, and it wasn't entirely due to the touching up she got from you. I was interested to see your work on her, by the way.
"Her loyalty to you is quite touching, but she needed reminding that her loyalty to me is absolute. On the whole, I approve of your handling of her, but I would suggest that you should have thrashed her once or twice more, just to demonstrate your displeasure at her attitude. If that doesn't sound like a loving uncle, it's because I'm not. I'm something more important to her. I'm her Master.
"However, because she is my niece, and reminds me of her mother, and the hours of enjoyment she and I had together, I have allowed her to choose her new Master. Her loyalty that I mentioned was her contribution to the decision process. Beyond that, she has no voice in the matter. Feel free to refuse if you wish. There is no requirement of acceptance, and my proposal stands whatever your decision."
"My God, Alex. I hardly know what to say. I'd be honored to accept Nina, if that is your wish, although I'm not quite sure what is expected of me in that respect," Bob said, wondering at the changes taking place in him, to say nothing of his situation. Did he want Nina?! Want her tied and writhing under his hand again? Ohhh, God, yes. But to sit here and calmly talk of subjugation and ownership of another human being was beyond his wildest dreams.
"Good. You may purchase her from me. I think you'll find the terms acceptable. There are some changes that are necessary before she can be sent to you, of course. Your current housing situation is wholly inadequate for the purpose, for one thing. That apartment, with its paper thin walls is not the place where you want to be administering discipline. I'm afraid your neighbors wouldn't understand. And you are correct that you need some guidance and experience in her care and keeping. Those we will take care of here.
"Do you have a strong preference as to where you live? I mean, would you find Mulholland Drive in the Sherman Oaks area acceptable to commute from?"
"No sir, ... I mean, yes sir, that would be just fine. I'll contact a real estate broker tomorrow and make arrangements to find something more suitable," Bob responded.
"No, my boy, I have a suitable place on Mulholland for you already. I was merely curious if you would mind living there. Nothing grand, mind you, but situated to allow freedom from unwanted observation and interference, and suitable for entertaining. I will transfer its mortgage and staff to you when you are ready. Nina will then be installed there too. In the interim, I would suggest that although she will become yours tonight, she be kept here and continue much the same as before. If you can handle it, I would suggest that she remain your secretary, for a variety of reasons that will be more apparent later. That may prove difficult for you, considering your new relationship, but it would be good practice."
"Certainly sir, I would like that," said Bob, briefly considering the possibilities.
"Good, good. Also, I would like you to move in here, to gain some of the experience I spoke of. I will make the arrangements with my staff, . . . well. . . let's do it now. You will need to meet Evalina anyway, and now will be convenient. Margaret, go and tell Evalina that I wish to see her immediately."
Bob watched as the girl arose from her position at Alexander's knee, padded toward the house, her breasts and ass-cheeks jiggling in rhythm with her pace.
"When you have met Evalina, I will have Nina sent for. You shouldn't be sitting there without a servant to assist you. A few moments only, and we'll remedy that situation. I know you are an able administrator in your professional life, but, my boy, what you are about to undertake requires not only administrative ability, but a strong will, and a variety of other attributes. We must find you a mistress for your household to take care of the day to day tasks of running a house, because you'll no longer be just a happy bachelor, doing for yourself. You'll need a gardener or chauffeur who will also be responsible for the security of your house and its occupants. A cook may be necessary, depending on the mistress' skills and the work load, or you may require another slave for that task, as I have. There are a myriad of details you must acquaint yourself with, and get used to handling, before you will be ready to begin your household. That's why I suggest you stay here, at least as much as possible, until the other house is staffed and ready. You will maintain your apartment, and make appearances there with some regularity, for the sake of form. It will also prevent your friends and contemporaries at Corporate from getting too curious.
"Oh, and while we are talking about work, there was a special meeting of the Board today, and you were unanimously voted in as the company's newest Vice - President. Congratulations As Bob was digesting this newest bombshell, Alex turned away toward the house. "Ah. . . Evalina. Come." Bob looked in the direction Alexander was speaking and saw a tall, stately black woman approaching, followed by Margaret, two or three paces to the rear. Bob was struck by the regal bearing of the woman as she came to a halt before Alexander, her hands clasped before her and her gaze fixed at a point over his shoulder. Margaret stepped around her and assumed her former position at Alexander's side. Evalina's attention flicked to the girl, seeming to be evaluating her manner and appearance.
She was clothed in a white version of the gown worn by the girls, and the contrast was striking and beautiful. It was no more substantial than theirs had been, and displayed her firm, rather full, figure to advantage. She appeared to be about fifty years old, graying at the temples. She had once been a very pretty girl, whose beauty had evolved into a handsome intelligence and strength.
"Robert, this is Evalina, the Mistress of this house. Evalina, this is Master Robert, to whom I am granting access and the hospitality of this house. His wishes are mine. Present yourself to him, please," Alexander said with a gesture of his hand toward Bob.
As Alexander spoke, the woman's gaze had shifted from over Alexander's shoulder to his feet. She curtseyed deeply to Alexander and moved gracefully to a position on front of Robert, sinking to her knees before him. She placed her hands in a salaam before her breasts and bowed before him until her forehead touched the floor, and returned to her upright position. "Welcome to this house, Master Robert. Command us as you wish," she said in a deep, accented, velvety voice.
Realizing that a response was expected to this ritual, and not quite sure what the term Mistress entailed, Bob said quietly, "Thank you, Evalina, I look forward to our association."
"Just so," said Alexander. "Evalina, please bring Nina to me, with a collar, and the envelope on the Library table, too."
"Yes, Master. Do you wish any special preparation?" replied the woman, rising from before Robert to stand before Alexander again. Bob noticed that with the conclusion of the ritual, Evalina made it evident by her bearing and deferential voice who her real master was.
"Nothing special, just make sure she is prepared for display," said Alexander.
With a small motion of her hand, Evalina indicated the kneeling Margaret and said, "This girl told me you would want her in the Frame tonight. What time is this to be."
"Yes, the Frame will be adequate. I'll send her when we've finished here. Master Robert will be staying overnight, and may wish to join me. You may warm her for me, however," said Alex, glancing at the kneeling figure.
As Evalina departed after a curtsey to both of them, Alex turned again to Bob. "Forgive my presumption, Robert, but I judged it more expedient for you to stay here tonight and either remain as my guest for the weekend, or depart at your convenience tomorrow morning. I hope that meets with your approval?"
"Certainly, Alexander, if it won't inconvenience you, I would like to stay and observe your household," said Bob in return, still trying to grasp the changes taking place in his life.
"Excellent. That's settled then, and an opportune time for you to add to your knowledge. Ah, ... I believe you are acquainted with our next visitor," Alex said turning toward the door. Nina emerged, walking ahead of Evalina with her hands hanging at her sides.
"Position, girl," growled Evalina, placing her hand on Nina's shoulder and pushing her downward. Nina immediately sank down, her knees apart, palms forward at her side, looking at her uncle's feet. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing was shallow and rapid as a flush rose up her throat and cheeks from the bodice of her gown. Bob could see her pulse beating in the side of her graceful, alabaster throat.
Alexander took the package and envelope from Evalina's proffered hand, and placed them on the table beside him.
Evalina, hesitating briefly, checking the two girls, curtseyed and turned toward the doorway. "Evalina, give thought to staffing the Mulholland house for Master Robert and be prepared with recommendations to both of us Monday." As Alexander spoke, Evalina stopped, turned toward her Master, her head up and her eyes on his face.
"As you have spoken, it shall be done, Master," was her response. She again curtseyed to both the men and departed.
"Without Evalina, I don't think I could function with any efficiency at all. She is my memory, conscience, and right hand. I acquired her from a Persian friend who didn't appreciate what a treasure he had. He's a friend, but business is business. She came to him from the seraglio, a harem, of a Middle Eastern acquaintance of his, and she knows things about pleasure and punishment that would fill volumes. She has only to look at one of these girls and they begin to tremble. She can make their lives a perfect hell of pain and suffering if she wants to, as they well know." Alexander chuckled.
"Now we come to Nina," said Alexander looking at her. "Nina, what am I to you, and you to me?" he asked quietly.
"I am your niece, and you are my Master," came the nearly whispered reply.
"Yes, I think that sums it up nicely. Did I become your Master by force, Nina?" he asked.
"No, Master. I gave myself to you of my own free will," the girl responded.
"Thank you, Nina, and that will be your last act of free will. You are no longer my niece, girl, but my property. You will serve and obey me until I have no further need of you, and you will then be disposed of, like any other piece of property. A chair, a book, a rug or a dog.
"Margaret, remove the covering from this slave!" came the brusque command from Alexander. Nina's head snapped up as he spoke, her tear filled eyes flicking to Alexander, then to Bob, and with a shudder, back to Alexander's lap. She paled as the petite Margaret approached her, and her mouth opened as if to speak. "Don't" came the warning from Alex, and with a will she closed her mouth, as the flush crept up to her face again.
Margaret released the clasp at the shoulder of Nina's gown, and at the hip, peeling it away with a little flourish, and dropping it beside the kneeling figure, returning to her place at the side of the chair.
As Bob stared anew at the voluptuous charms of the girl before Alexander, he became aware of the burgeoning growth at his groin. As he looked at her full breasts with their crimson areolae and nipples, the muscled softness of her tummy, the padded wealth of her hips and thighs tapering to gently rounded calves and slender ankles, and just a tuft of honey blond pubic hair visible over the near thigh. He felt the heat of lust rising in him, and his hands trembled slightly at the thought of again touching handling, and squeezing the beauties before him.
'My God,' he thought, 'she's mine to own, to use as I please. To fondle, to fuck, to tease as I wish. A goddamn dream come true.'
"Stand before me, slave," said Alex quietly. Nina rose and stood at Alexander's knees, her legs slightly apart, hands at her sides, palms forward, her head lowered and her hair hiding her face from Bob's view. Alex reached out and placed his hand on the inside of the thigh before him, stroking it, feeling the resiliency of the young flesh and the muscles moving beneath the skin. He slid his hand up to the furred junction of the legs, moving his thumb back and forth through the pubic hair, with the edge of his finger sliding gently to and fro between the lips of her labia. Nina started slightly as her uncle's hand touched her sex, and her head lifted toward the sky, her eyes leaking tears and her lower lip caught between her teeth. Her throat worked slightly with a tortured swallow, but not a sound escaped her. Alexander rotated his hand and inserted a finger between the inner lips of the vagina, stroked the silky wetness inside her, feeling her shudder as he did so.
"Turn, Nina," he said, removing his finger from her cunt. Nina turned so her back was to him, and stood quietly, feet apart, awaiting his pleasure. He reached up, placing his palm on her spine, and ran his hand down to the flare of her haunches, probing and feeling the smoothness and weight of each of her buttocks. His fingers slipped between her ass cheeks and felt for the rosette hidden there. "Bend now" came the quiet order, and the girl bent forward with her hands lightly touching her thighs. Alexander, finding that he was unable to penetrate the little orifice, slid his fingers forward, entering her vagina again with his second finger, immersing it to the second knuckle. Bob saw Alex's hand flex, imbedding and swirling the finger inside the love-slit so accessible to him. After a moment, he removed his now moist finger from its warm haven and positioned it again at the gates of the girl's puckered little hole. In a second he penetrated her to the first knuckle, and paused. The attack on Nina's asshole caught her by surprise and she gasped audibly as his finger plunged into her. "She's tight there, Robert. One would think that she'd never had anything up there," Alex said, looking at the flushed young man. "Are you a virgin in your asshole?" asked Alex, still looking at Bob.
"No, Master," came the almost inaudible reply.
"What's been up there, slave," Alex queried with a slight smile, his eyes holding Bob's.
"Your finger, Master . . . and a . . a . . di. . di. . dildo," she breathed out as Alex's finger slipped into her.
"No man has penetrated there with his penis, slave?" Alex persisted.
"No, Master," came the whispered response.
"Well, that hardly counts, and may change rather suddenly, Nina. Stand up and turn around," he said, removing his finger.
As Nina moved to obey, Bob watched as Alexander moved his hand over before the kneeling Margaret's mouth. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, began to lick and suck the residue from his fingers. When she was through, Alex wiped his fingers dry in her hair and turned once again to Bob. Nina had stood quietly through this operation with her head down, her breathing shallow and ragged.
"I will accept your offer of $25.00 for this slave. Is it a deal, Robert, or should I have Evalina come fetch her, and bring you a servant with some use?"
Bob had been fascinated and amused by Alexander's actions and speech, knowing it was for his benefit, as an example of the humiliation of a slave, and to disabuse Nina of any shred of pride she may have tried to retain. He managed to keep a smile off his face, and the amusement from his voice as he answered Alex in the same serious vein used by his host. He had to clear his throat before he could speak, because his mouth and throat were bone dry.
"Thank you Alex. I think I will buy her from you. As you said, she'll be fit for me to practice with, and any mistakes I may make won't result in much of a loss." Bob detected a slight catch in Nina's breathing as he spoke, and he was amused again as he saw the flush of shame flowing up her neck to her obscured face.
"If you wish it, so be it, Robert," Alex said in a somber tone. "There is a Bill Of Sale in the envelope which we can fill out and sign later. I will include her clothes and other things you may wish to have for her. So, ... 'I do hereby convey you, all rights and privileges I have in the slave girl now known as Nina. Title to her is hereby passed to you without reservation or condition.' Go stand before your Master, Slave." Nina moved in a slight curtsey toward Alexander, and then immediately stepped in front of Bob, her head bowed, tears staining her cheeks, dripping onto her out-thrust breasts.
"Thank you again, Alex. I, ahhh, accept the rights and privileges to this slave," Bob said, trying to think of a proper response. "I do hereby grant you the right of use and punishment of this slave, if she displeases you in any way. I reserve only the rights of punishment for pleasure. While she is in your house she will obey the commands given to her by you or the Mistress of your Household," said Bob with a graveness befitting the act.
"By God, boy, that was well done. You surprise and please me more and more. I was right in saying that you have a natural aptitude for Mastery. And I thank you for the courtesy you accord me," said Alexander, smiling at Bob.
Alex rose from his chair and gesturing toward the house, said, "Let's adjourn to the library, if you don't mind. The dew is beginning to fall and I'm feeling a little chilly."
Chapter Ten
The library was warm and comfortable after the encroaching chill of the patio. The men installed themselves in chairs facing the fireplace that was burning brightly, with the slave girls close at hand. Margaret was curled up, leaning against the front of her master's chair where she could see and anticipate his needs, or be easily accessible to his touch. Bob had placed Nina in front of him, her legs curled under her and her back against his chair between his legs. Bob's hand was idly stroking her neck and shoulders as he sat listening to Alexander.
"You will find that keeping a slave is much like keeping any other pet. There are many other things to do besides punishing them and having intercourse with them. They must be trained to understand and satisfy your needs, to anticipate and do things as you wish without your having to tell them. They must learn the meaning of their estate. Your desires are paramount, and their only function is to serve and obey. They are for your use, your entertainment or amusement. Their only interest in themselves is for maintenance and improvement, to serve you more completely. For example, this little slave of mine, apart from being a sexual feast, is a fairly adept gourmet cook. She can hold her own in about any company in French and Italian cuisine, which I enjoy." As Alexander stroked his hand down Margaret's cheek, she turned her head slightly and kissed his finger tips. "She should be good, from all the time she has spent in classes and practicing."
"You actually send her outside the house, alone, to do things?" Bob asked.
"Oh yes, there are things that require some slaves to be outside. There are some that can't be trusted, of course, or shouldn't be tempted by apparent freedom. They haven't learned their place or to enjoy their role, or perhaps even how to function apart from their Master. These must be kept closely protected. Some try to escape their Masters, and some succeed in reaching the police or other authority, and think they're safe. They suddenly, however, find themselves very much in jeopardy. There are a great number of deluded or deranged people in our society who suffer from a variety of psychoses, and these runaways may fit that category. Others are confronted with records showing them to be trusted employees of the person they are accusing, and are being asked to explain certain irregularities such as thefts, or embezzlements. Or perhaps they are just disgruntled employees who are trying to embarrass an employer who fired them for cause.
"Your social position, and some friends in the right places protect you from these incidents, and at the first opportunity, the unfortunate person making these false claims has suddenly disappeared, having apparently decided that her scheme failed. Then the runaway finds herself in true jeopardy. A lesson must be taught, not only to her but to others who may have considered the same course. She may be still valuable enough to retain, and will be allowed to live somewhat as before. Or she may have caused enough of a problem so as to lose her value.
"Margaret, come here, I want to see something. Yes. I see someone conveniently forget to refasten your little hole again, didn't they? Do it, yourself, now!" came the command as Alex inspected the passion-slick pussy before him.
The girl raised her hips off the rug and felt around behind herself for the end of the little chain around her waist. Finding it, she brought the end around to the front of her body, and began to link the chain to the rings in her cunt-lips.
Alex's hand swooped down and, curling his ring and little fingers, impaled the slickened cunt with the other two fingers, jamming them in to the third knuckle. A gasping scream escaped the unsuspecting Margaret's lips, reflecting her surprise and the pain of the intrusion.
Alex lifted the girl's pelvis toward him as he glared into her eyes. "You know better than to attach the chain from the front, slut. It belongs in the crack of your ass, because I like it there. Do it right, NOW!!" The last was delivered in the most emphatic voice Bob had heard Alex employ, surprising him with its intensity and power.
"Yes, Master... arghh. . . forgive me, Master," the terrified girl sobbed and ground out as Alex continued his treatment of her vagina.
He pulled his fingers abruptly from her gaping hole and her lower body dropped with a thump to the floor. Margaret scrabbled to regain the chain and reposition it properly. She led the chain under her near buttock as she lifted herself from the rug, and sitting up, parted her legs and threaded the clasp through the rings in her cunt-lips.
The effect was at once comic and very erotic to Bob, who had watched the episode with deep interest. He had the feeling that Margaret's time in the Frame, whatever that might be, would not be at all pleasant tonight.
"With your concurrence, I think this little episode has ended for tonight. Clearly Margaret is in a forgetful mood, and badly needs a lesson in manners. I hope you'll forgive me, but duty calls," said Alex in a subdued voice, as he stood.
"Certainly, Alex. No harm done. I will stay here with Nina, if you wish, while you take care of the problem," Bob replied, rising with him with a glance at the huddled form at Alex's feet.
"I would appreciate a few minutes with this person, to get her attention, but I invite you to join me later for her continued punishment," Alex said. "I'll send someone for you when we've concluded the first lesson. If you wish to observe, you may find it instructive."
"Certainly. Whatever you think best. I think Nina can keep me entertained until then," said Bob, looking at the fleshy prize at his feet.
"Evalina, ..." called Alex.
The stately black woman glided into the room, her glittering eyes taking in the scene before her. Not saying a word, she strode up to the huddled Margaret, reached down, and taking a handful of the luxuriant hair, heaved the crying girl to her feet. Keeping her hold, she twisted the slave around in front of her, tilting the unfortunate's head back to bow her body, and forcing her to walk on tiptoes as she was propelled, crying and sobbing, from the room. The whole event took less than twenty seconds and was a vivid demonstration of the power and savagery the Mistress could bring to bear on her charges.
"Excuse me then," said Alex, with a small bow, and followed the pair out the door.
Chapter Eleven
"I seem to be in need of some relief here. Your appearance has caused a problem to arise that you'll have to cure," he said opening the zipper of his pants. "Do you think you can find a way to take care of it?"
"If you will let me, my Master, I will try," said the girl, turning to him on her knees.
She reached up and taking his hare hand, gently disengaged it from the restricting clothing and began to stroke it, lovingly.
"Master? May I tell you that I am glad you purchased me, and that I will try to be worthy of you? I am glad you own me, and will be the one to punish me when I'm bad, or I disappoint you. I love you, and will be your slave as long as you will have me, Master Robert Bonner."
"Quiet, slave, and tend to your business. Use your mouth for something besides talking," said Bob, touched by her admission, and just as happy as she was that he owned her, possessed her, had her for his own with no restraint.
God, he couldn't believe it yet. He thought of the night's surprises as he took the back of Nina's head in his hand and grasping her hair, began to thrust into her warm, wet mouth.
Corporate Vice-President! A protege of Alexander Sinclair! A whole new world of pleasure and amusement opened to him!
To OWN a young, voluptuous female SLAVE, to do with as he chooses! He'd strap her ass to the mast and screw her till he dropped now, if he wanted, and he felt a rush as he pictured it.
His thrusting had moved in accord with his rapidly moving thoughts, and he became aware that Nina was in some distress from his cock hitting the back of her throat. God, she felt good. He'd have to get her to deep-throat him, because he liked the feeling of her being on her knees accepting his manhood in her mouth. And he'd enjoy teaching her, he was sure.
He pulled her head away from his cock, and turned her face up toward his, seeing her lipstick and saliva smeared on her face, watching her gasping to catch her breath and swallowing rapidly to quell her gagging reaction to having his prick in her throat.
He pulled her face up to his, smothering her lips with his mouth, biting down on her tender lips and thrusting his tongue into her. Nina moaned into his mouth, her tongue meeting his, welcoming it and the pain of his teeth, as a sign of his dominance.
He snatched her head away, and stared again at her passion aroused face, the look of submission in her eyes, her breasts heaving with the heat within her. She twisted and moved under his gaze, not to escape, but to move into his power and protection.
He turned her and pushed her toward the chair he had been sitting in. "Lay over the arm, Nina. I want to have you from behind," Bob growled at her. She folded willingly over the padded arm of the chair, resting her abdomen on it, her forearms and head on the opposite one. She spread her legs in anticipation of his wish, and thrust her buttocks outward to present herself to her Master.
Bob moved up behind Nina and moved his hand down and cupped her proffered sex. He wiggled his thumb into her slit and watched as the warm wet lips opened and accepted his intrusion. He pushed gently, and felt her inner lips give way as he slid into her. He began to thrust in and out, enjoying the feel and the warmth, watching her react to the fire he was stoking.
Bob stood looking at the waiting girl as he continued his action for a few seconds more. He then stopped his movements and slowly removed his thumb from Nina's vagina. Nina whimpered and thrust herself backward, trying to recapture the thumb that was a source of so much pleasure to her.
He stepped up to Nina's backside, bent his legs and placed the head of his lance in her slit. Nina stood up on tiptoe and rotated her pelvis toward him when she felt him. She moaned as he slowly increased the pressure against her, and slid, slowly into her body.
He stood unmoving for a moment, grasping her hips, savoring the sensation of Nina's body, watching her buttocks quiver as she adjusted to his intrusion.
"Well, you finally got your wish, didn't you, Nina?" Bob said as he began to gently move himself in her.
"Master?"
"You said on the boat that you wanted me to be your master. Well, now I am. So it would seem that you got your wish, wouldn't it?"
"Oh, yes, Master. I did get my wish, and I thank you," Nina said, smiling, as she reacted to his movements.
Bob had retracted himself until only the head of his prick was in Nina's cunt. He tightened his hold on her hips and slammed his meat into her, jolting her with the force of his thrust, and wringing a groan of surprise and sensation from her.
"I warned you about offering yourself to a man, and the things that could happen if you did, didn't I?" Bob asked, continuing to slam himself into her.
"Yes, Master," Nina replied, breathlessly.
Bob watched the effects of his thrusting being mirrored by ripples seeming to emanate from Nina's buttocks and flowing toward her shoulders. He reached his left hand around her back and captured a swaying breast, squeezing it, and reveling in its weight and texture.
"Whose is this, little girl?" he asked, tweaking the nipple sharply.
"Yours, Master," Nina groaned.
"What may I do with it?" he said, rolling it between his fingers.
"Anything you wish, my Master," she replied.
"Maybe I'll have it pierced like Margaret's, and put a chain on it so I can pull you around like a pull toy. Would you like that?"
As he said the word "pull" he felt Nina's vagina clench around him, seemingly a sympathetic response to the imagined pain she would experience if he did that.
"You are my Master, and you may do anything you wish to me."
"You're right, my Sweet. And I'm just now beginning to appreciate what that might be," Bob chuckled. "Do you know that I've always wanted to fuck a girl in the ass? Guess whose ass I'm going to do it in?"
Again Bob felt a sympathetic spasm of Nina's cunt muscles, and an almost involuntary surge of her body against him.
"Oh, mine, Master. Mine. Please let me have the honor," Nina gasped out.
"Honor. It may not be an honor, girl, I may decide to just slam it in there dry, and let you lubricate yourself with blood, or something."
Again the spasm.
"You're in the hands of a novice, you know, and I warned you that you may get hurt, but you didn't listen. You wanted slavery, and now you have it. I'd tell you to enjoy it, but as your Master, I'm not supposed to really care, am I? It seems that we only care that I enjoy it. And I intend to, thoroughly." Bob punctuated his words by savage thrusts into Nina's cunt, causing her to grunt as she gasped for breath as she began to ascend the heights of orgasm.
"Come here," he snarled, twisting her body until her right hip was laying on the padded arm of the chair, her legs dangling. She had thrown her arm over the opposite chair arm, supporting her weight on her ribs as she was turned.
Bob grabbed her left leg and pulled it upward, past his head and gripped the thigh, pulling her into his body. Her legs were pulled apart by his action, giving him complete access to her, and his thrusts now plumbed to her depths. He could feel the head of his prick touching the little knob of muscle that was the entrance to her uterus, and thumping solidly into the wall of her vagina.
"Uuuhhh. . . uhhhh. . . uhhhh," she gasped as he thrust into her, feeling him inside her deeper than anyone before. The sensations built and she felt herself rushing toward the release she needed so badly now.
Bob watched her through narrowed eyes as she began to quiver and spasm from the lash of sensation that was dominating her body.
"Come, Slave," he snarled through his clenched teeth. "Come for your Master. . . . Come, . . . NOW!!!" he growled, slamming himself into her, holding himself in her as he shot his seed into her.
"Aarrr!. . . Arrrr!. . . Arrrhhhhhh," she screamed as she obeyed him, with the double pleasure of her body's release and her mind's exultation at her being Bob's mind cleared from the storm of passion, and he opened his eyes and watched Nina's face reflecting the subsiding waves of orgasmic pleasure coursing through her. She hung limply across the chair, a sheen of perspiration on her body, her muscles relaxed in reaction to her experience.
"Master Robert?"
Bob whipped around to see the Mistress of the House standing just inside the library door.
"Forgive me, Sir. My Master sent me to tell you that you might join him whenever you're ready. I've prepared your room and bath, where your slave can assist you in refreshing yourself. I'll wait here if I might, and conduct you to my Master when you're through," she said, in a low and melodious voice.
"Thank you, Evalina. That will be just fine. Is there any special hurry?" Bob said.
"No, Master Robert. My Master has finished the first course of Margaret's punishment, and will keep her heated up until you arrive for the next one. You should have at least fifteen or twenty minutes while he relieves himself with Priscilla."
Bob pulled himself out of Nina, and she had rolled herself off the chair and stood in front of it, her head down, her breathing returning to normal.
"Did this one perform well for you, Master Robert?" Evalina asked.
"Yes, very well, I think. Why?"
"I just want to make sure she works to make you happy, Master Robert. My Master wants you pleased, sir, and if she needs some encouragement, I will be happy to provide it for you, or assist you in administering it, if you wish," Evalina said, looking Nina up "She is lazy in her movements, I think, and needs to learn better. She thinks she only has to spread herself for you, and that's enough. I will teach her things, if you wish, and I guarantee she will learn," the Mistress said with a smile.
"Thank you, Evalina. I would like that. And perhaps you will allow me to observe some of the lessons," Bob said.
"Naturally, sir. At your pleasure. I will start on this one Monday, after you've finished with her for the day." She bowed. "In the meantime, my Master waits."
"Which room is to be mine, Evalina," Bob asked, taking Nina by the arm and starting for the door.
"The Remington room, Master Robert. Your slave knows where it is, and she can conduct you there."
When they arrived in the room there was no doubt how the room got its name. There were two Remingtons on the walls of the room, and a large bronze sculpture displayed on a table at the far end of the room.
Nina showed him to the bath and began to help him remove his clothes.
"Why are you undressing me, Nina. I've only got time for a quick wash-up," Bob said.
"You may wish to wear one of the robes in the closet, Master. My un. . . Master Alexander does when he's at home, because it's more comfortable. He will be wearing one now, and I thought you might want to also," Nina explained.
"I want you to explain these things before you make any unwarranted assumptions, Nina. I'll make the choices after I have the information, please. But, thank you, I will wear a robe, if it's what Alexander is doing."
Nina busied herself preparing the water, towels and linens. She then knelt in front of Bob and began to wash him, starting with his feet and working upward. As she worked on him, Bob began to speculate about the changes in his life and the things to be done in the next few days. One thing crossed his mind and he decided to deal with it now.
"Nina, when we were coming back to the mainland on the boat I warned you against calling me Master at the plant, remember?"
"Yes, Master."
"You must be doubly careful now. I know how much you like to call me that, but your ass is going to be grass if you slip and use that term in front of anyone, you hear me?"
"Yes, Master," she said looking up at him as she began to wash his thighs. "I will be careful, as before."
He noticed that Nina wasn't as proficient as Margaret had been at washing him. 'Must be the difference in experience' he thought. 'Well she'll have plenty of time to learn.'
As Nina began to wash his genital area, she took his penis in her hand and lifted it up to get at his scrotum. Her hand began to move, slowly masturbating him as she washed his balls.
"God dammit, girl. You'll get me going again if you keep that up. You'll screw me down to a 90 pound weakling if I give you the chance, won't you?"
"No, Master. I'll make sure you eat well and keep your strength up," she said kissing his stiffening meat.
"Oh good," Bob chuckled. "But in the meantime, finish up. I've got to go."
Later as Bob slipped into the deep purple colored thick-pile terry robe Nina held for him, he asked, "Where are you going to be while I'm with Alex?"
"I have to move my things into the women's quarters, Master."
"Delay that until later, please. I'd like you to spend the night here, so do what you have to prepare for that."
"Yes, Master," she said, her face lighting with a smile.
"Now, I've got to get back to the library. I'll look for you here when I return."
Chapter Twelve
Evalina met him in the hall and led him through the house to a doorway which opened to reveal a stairway. They descended one level to a room which contained a wine cellar and two large closed doors which were probably cellars also. He was led behind a rack of stored bottles to another door and another flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs was a large heavy door which Evalina opened and gestured Bob through.
That this room was a punishment chamber was immediately and unquestionably evident. Three of the walls and the high ceiling were covered with tongue-and-groove planking and the fourth was of cement painted white. There were eyebolts and rings attached to the walls and various parts of the ceiling. Coils of ropes and a variety of manacles and implements were hung on one of the walls. The room was furnished with three padded armchairs, a couple of coffee tables, a wooden bench, two padded benches, a thing that looked like a vaulting horse, two large wooden cabinets, and a petite redhead suspended, spread-eagled, on what must be the 'Frame.' Heavy carpeting and draperies to absorb sound completed the chamber.
The Frame consisted of a square framework of heavy timbers supported by uprights attached solidly to the floor and ceiling. The upper and lower halves of the square frame appeared to be hinged in the middle, which would allow the framework to pivot, moving its burden to a variety of positions and attitudes.
Margaret hung within the frame, held in place by padded manacles attached to blocks and tackles, her head forward, breathing in deeply and slowly. There was a heavily padded 4 X 4 in place behind her back, arching her body forward.
Priscilla was sitting quietly on the wooden bench, a cape around her shoulders.
"Robert, my boy. Come in, come in. Just in time. Margaret and Priscilla have been entertaining me, but it's time to resume. Let me show you what we're doing here," Alexander said, rising from one of the chairs.
"I apologize again for making you wait. I hope you were entertained well."
"Oh, yes sir, I was. I just hope I haven't delayed you," said Bob.
"Not at all. Come, I'll show you what I meant when I said I'd get Margaret's attention. She doesn't particularly enjoy this little exercise, but sometimes it's necessary," Alex said.
He walked to the outside of the pivoting frame and released a pin holding the timbers aligned. He lowered the top of the frame toward them, pivoting the girl to a horizontal position with her belly arched upward. Alex then repinned the frame in position.
Bob was amazed at the change in the girl's appearance. Her face was streaked with tears and make-up, and her little mouth was hidden by a gag. The front of her body that had been so lightly tanned and evenly textured was lined with streaks of pink shading from a light rose hue to a deep angry crimson. The stripes began at the swelling of her breasts and continued in an unbroken mass to her knees. Bob noticed that her breasts, inner thighs and lower belly had received more than a little attention.
"It looks bad, and it hurts like fire for a time, but there's no permanent damage," Alex said standing beside Bob. "It's done with this little toy," he said handing Bob a little whip that looked like a longer version of the toy whips he used to see at the county fairs back home. It was about four feet long, made of a soft leather tightly wrapped around a tapering springy material for about half its length, then continuing as a single lash to its end where it was knotted and splayed into four tips, each two inches long.
"Try It. Margaret won't mind, I'm sure," Alex said.
"Oh, no, I don't think I'd better. I'm afraid I might do something wrong and injure her," Bob demurred.
"Nonsense, Robert. You can't hurt her with that thing as long as you keep it away from her face. Try it, and get the feel of it," Alex urged.
Bob stepped around to the side of the girl and flicked it through the air, testing its springiness. He turned toward Margaret and flicked it down across her arched belly. Receiving little if any reaction from her, he increased the snap of his wrist, applying more speed and power to the tip of the lash. Margaret began to writhe and twitch as the tip of the lash began to bite her.
Bob decided to change his angle of attack, out of curiosity, to see if his blows would be visible on her flesh. He noted with interest that there was some period of delay between the blow and the appearance of the mark, and as he began to move the lash about a pattern of his blows followed like a shadow. He became so engrossed in his experiments that he was unaware of the cries and moans of pain emitting from his victim.
He paused after a while and turned toward Alexander to find him watching him with a bemused look on his face. He also became aware of the sounds of suffering coming from the bound girl.
"Oh damn, Alexander, I'm truly sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing, and I'm afraid I got carried away," Bob said handing the lash back to him.
"Think nothing of it, Robert. I was just admiring your technique. You certainly caught on to it quickly. As you determined, the trick is in the wrist, not in any strength of the arm. Nina had better watch herself in the future, I'm thinking. Yes. Better and better."
Alexander walked over to one of the cabinets and put the little whip away, and took a martinet out.
He returned to the frame and with Bob's assistance returned it to its upright position. He removed the crossbar from behind Margaret and placed it across her belly, causing her to bow the other way. Her back and buttocks were now arched outward, as yet unmarred.
"Now it is time for us to conclude tonight's entertainment," Alexander said to Bob. "Evalina, please remove the gag from her mouth so she can count the blows for us."
Margaret's sobbing was heard as soon as the gag was removed. "Oh, please Master, ... no more. . . . Please, Master, I hurt."
"You're supposed to hurt, Margaret. That's the purpose for the lash, to make sure you hurt," Alex said to her. "Now you are going to get a dozen of the best with a martinet, and you'll count them for us. As you know, if you fail to count or get it wrong, I'll keep giving them to you until you get it right. I don't want to keep Master Robert waiting. He's got a new slave girl to play with tonight, and doesn't want to stay here all night. Are you ready?"
"Yes, . . . Master."
Alexander laid the thongs of the martinet gently across her buttocks, measuring the distance to his target. Margaret tightened her buttocks in anticipation of the blow, making the muscles of her little buns stand out.
"Relax those muscles, Margaret, or you'll get two free ones to help you," Alex said quietly.
Margaret slowly relaxed them with a visibly conscious effort, and after a few seconds' pause Alexander drew the instrument back and delivered a blow across the upper portion of her buttocks.
Margaret drew a shuddering breath and gasped, One. . . sir. . ." She was held so tightly that movement was mostly limited to muscular quiverings and writhings.
WHISHHHH . . . TWOCK! "T . . two, . . sir." The blows continued to fall, slowly, inexorably. The marks of the blows marched from the rise of her ass-cheeks down to the tops of her thighs, evenly distributed across the both of them. Bob watched with a growing appreciation of the skill it took to place the thongs accurately. After the eighth blow, Alexander looked at Bob, noting his visible excitement at what he was witnessing.
"Priscilla. Master Robert needs your mouth, now. Get that cape off and get over here," he snapped at her.
Priscilla, who had been watching the proceedings with some trepidation jumped when Alexander spoke to her, and fumbled with the catch on the garment. Evalina went to her and slapped her hands away and removed the cape in seconds. She put her hand behind the girl's head and shoved her in Bob's direction.
Priscilla came toward Bob and flung herself down before him, her breasts bobbing and bouncing on her chest. She reached into the robe and took Bob's erection in her mouth and began to suck and lick on it with more vigor than expertise.
Bob grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her from him with a jerk. "Slowly, girl. I don't need tooth marks."
"Oh, Master Robert! Did she bite you?" exclaimed Evalina coming toward him with fire in her eyes.
"No, and she's not going to either," Bob told her. "She's just a little too zealous, that's all."
"If you so much as feel her teeth on you, Master Robert, you tell me. She knows what she's supposed to do, and she better do it or she'll be mine for a week," Evalina said, stooping to glare meaningfully into the kneeling slave girl's eyes.
Alexander had paused in his task, watching the byplay.
"Be sure you do tell her if Priscilla displeases you in any way, Robert. Now, for the conclusion."
He turned back to his victim and drawing back, slashed the thongs expertly in between her legs, delivering the blow directly on her cunt lips and pudendum.
"Ahhhhaaarrrr. ..." Margaret convulsed in her bonds, her head snapping back, her eyes staring upward. Alexander waited and when no count was called out by the gasping girl, delivered another blow in the same place.
"Ooohhhh whhhhhooooo" sobbed the girl. "Oh, t. . . tt. . ten . . . ss . . sir . . rrr."
"Wrong," snapped Alexander, slashing her tender girl-flesh again.
"Aahhh . . ahhhh . . . nine!. . . nine, ss . . sir!" Margaret wailed.
"Good. I thought you'd remember," smiled Alexander.
He continued to place the blows so some of the thongs sliced into Margaret's pussy flesh, and Bob noticed that she was beginning to clench her buttocks together rhythmically, curling her abdomen into the bar placed in front of her. Her head was down and her voice was climbing higher and higher as she counted.
"TWELVE!" Margaret cried out, throwing her head back. "Oh! Please Master. . . Please. . . please," she sobbed.
Alexander stepped toward the girl, and taking the martinet in his other hand, thrust it up between the girl's legs and into her anus. He pushed until four or five inches had disappeared into the writhing, shuddering victim, and stepped back leaving the whip to dangle like an obscene tail, from her buttocks.
"Ohhh . . . whooo . . whooo . . oohhh," Margaret wailed as she was wracked with the orgasms her body was experiencing.
Bob grabbed Priscilla's head and began to thrust himself into her mouth.
"Evalina. I need you," Alexander called, watching Margaret's movements. He pointed to the moaning, straining girl and said, "Use your hungry mouth and help her while I stuff your ass. You've got it coming."
Evalina stripped herself of the gown, throwing it from her as Alexander unpinned the frame and knocked the cross-bar away. He pivoted the frame until Margaret was facing the ceiling, and then Evalina was there, her head diving between her legs, her hands grasping her buttocks, squeezing and lifting.
Alexander threw open his robe revealing his long thin erection, and stepped behind the black woman and fitted himself into her. When he had affected an entrance, he reached up and grasped both Evalina's bountiful breasts and pulled himself into her.
Bob watched with increasing heat as the three began to move in concert, each receiving pleasure and excitement from the other. Margaret's arms and legs began to flex and cord with the pressure she applied to her bonds, trying to open herself wider and lift herself into the mouth and tongue that were relieving the fire in her loins. Evalina was devouring the succulent prize before her and thrusting herself backward into the love-lance slithering into her fundament. Alexander was squeezing her abundant teats, causing the flesh to spill over his fingers, and was slamming himself into her clutching wetness, driving himself toward release.
Margaret began to wail, a high wavering sound, her body thrashing about in the throes of her passion with such vigor that the thongs of the martinet lodged in her anus began to slap against Evalina's belly. She grabbed the little girl's buttocks in a vicelike grip and jammed the cum-slick cunt into her mouth, sucking on it and thrusting her tongue into its depths, draining it of its nectar. Alexander followed in his turn, bowing his back and injecting his seed deep into Evalina's bowels, a grimace on his face.
Bob looked down to see the kneeling girl licking traces of cum from her lips. He had ejaculated into her mouth and hadn't been aware of it in his fascination with the scene before him.
Bob and Alexander left the punishment chamber, leaving Evalina and Priscilla to release Margaret and accompany her to their rooms. They returned to the library and relaxed in the comfort of the overstuffed chairs, a drink in their hands. Their conversation was limited to a few cursory comments and then both were lost in their contemplation of the events of the evening.
"Well, Robert, what do you think?" Alexander asked finally.
"I don't know what to think, to be honest, sir," Bob answered. "This has been the most erotic and delightful experience of my life, and I can't take it all in. I suppose that's rather juvenile, but my greatest impression is lust. Pure lust. Lust for the women, for mastery over them, for power, and for life. It's a rather heady experience, all in all."
"Yes it is," Alexander chuckled, "and it gets better as it goes along."
"You said that Margaret wouldn't be injured by the whipping I gave her. It looked awful painful. What will the effect be, anyway?" Bob asked.
"She'll be stiff and sensitive in the morning, and there will be some bruising of her skin in places, but that's about the extent of it. Her backside will be more painful, but only for a couple of days, and all bruising will be gone in four days, and if I know my Margaret, she'll be angling for another treatment by next weekend," Alexander told him. "She would over-indulge if she were allowed to, and her cardiovascular system could suffer from it. This is one of the things you have to be aware of and exercise judgment about.
"She'll be looking for more pain and punishment next week, but I won't allow it, so we'll have to find another way to satisfy her requirements. I may ignore her, and frustrate her that way, or humiliate her before the others, or create a threat of punishment so great that she generates her own anguish in anticipation of it," Alexander explained. "I'm afraid that if you thought that owning one of these pets was simple or easy, you're due for a rude shock. It requires a great deal of planning and manipulation. It's not a pastime for the inept or dull. Well, my boy. I hope you'll excuse me, but I'm for bed. There's a warm soft body waiting for me there, and I dare say there's one waiting for you too. So I'll say goodnight," Alex said rising and walking toward the door.
"Goodnight, sir. And thank you, . . . for everything," Bob said rising with him.
"A pleasure, I assure you," Alex said with a wave of his hand. "Don't worry about the lights, they'll be taken care of."
Chapter Thirteen
Bob stood in the room for a few moments, lost in thought. Rousing himself, he walked toward his own room, with his own warm, soft body awaiting his arrival.
Bob sat on the patio enjoying his iced tea and gazed at the incomparable view of the city below. The air was crystal clear and visibility was almost unlimited. The afternoon haze had just started moving in, obscuring some of the outlying areas.
He was reflecting on the things of this weekend. The incredible weekend. There was Nina. He owned her, for God's sake. Alex said he had the power of life and death over her, and if that was true, there would be little chance of recrimination if he exercised it. Damn! That was some pretty heady stuff.
A new house, all his to keep her in. Well, his and Alexander's until the mortgage was paid off. Hell, he was Alexander's too, until his mortgage was paid off, for that matter.
A Corporate Vice-President. A protege of Alexander Sinclair's. And his slave too, if the truth were admitted. But, what the hell. It was the way life really was, and he'd have jumped at the chance to be Alex's man even without the fringe benefits.
Bob remembered Nina, last night when he came into the room. She'd almost been asleep lying across the bed, and she all but bounced off the floor when she knelt for him. She did everything but become a throw rug trying to please him and anticipate his needs. It almost appeared that she was going to stay awake and hold him against her soft warm titties all night, until he told her to cut the nonsense and get into bed. Some night he'd have to try that. Could be fun. Just think . . . wake up, open your mouth, and ummmm. Yup, could be.
Then this morning. She was gone when he woke up, late, to his chagrin. She appeared with a lavish breakfast just as he finished drying from his shower. He wondered how she managed that, but it was nice. She wiggled like a puppy when he thanked her. She had on a little pleated sleeveless top that came down almost to the top of her legs, which afforded him some interesting peeks as she moved around. Some of the pleats concealed openings in the material, obviously to allow access, but also afforded titillating glimpses.
She was also wearing a matching G-string thing that barely covered her sex and was attached to a single string coming up through the crack of her cheeks to the waist. It was thin enough to almost let him see her, which was probably more provocative than if it had. She told him that this was the uniform for the girls during the day, and as his slave she 'had' to wear it too.
She had laid out what was apparently the master's uniform of the day. A pair of light weight pants that had an elastic waist band, and opened in the front like the old style sailors pants, but with velcro strips, not buttons. They were worn without underwear because they were lined with a satin-like material. They were extremely comfortable, and they were topped off with a polo shirt of the same material and color. Alexander apparently had these outfits in a variety of sizes and colors, for guests. He'd have to make sure that he did the same in his household.
Then a couple of hours of conversation with Alexander, or what seemed to be conversation, but was actually a training session on the care and keeping of 'pets', and an orientation in Alex's business holdings. Bob decided that it would be interesting to see how he managed to keep income tax agents out of his hair.
Alex warned him that it would be hard work, learning and growing into this life, but if it had these great rewards, he was ready. He was used to hard work, and he was ready to work harder to have these kinds of fringe benefits.
Oh, well. . . . He'd deal with that later. Now for some fun.
"Nina."
"Yes, Master," she said coming out of the house. "Position."
She knelt before him, her face radiating her satisfaction at his ordering her to obedience. 'Damn, she really likes this stuff,' he thought watching her.
"You'll be going into the plant as usual tomorrow?"
"Yes, Master," she said smiling.
"Yes Master. You like that don't you?"
"Yes, Master. Very much, Master."
"Yes. Well you make sure you don't like it so much you use it at the plant. That would be all I'd need is to have someone hear it," he told her.
"Now, just for fun, tell me exactly how you're going to dress. From the skin out."
"Bra, panties, pantyhose, slip, skirt and blouse, or a dress, shoes and a sweater," she responded.
"What kind of bra," he asked.
"A plain white or bone colored one," she told him.
"Uh huh," he said. "If we're going to do this, we'll do it right. If I'm going to be treated to a fantasy, I want it to be a good one, right?"
"Yes, Master."
"So, . . . tomorrow you are going to go to my bank and cash a check, and spend the next two or three hours shopping."
"I don't need to go to the bank, Master. I have my own money, which is now yours, because I'm yours. I can use that."
"You're right. I suppose you can at that. Which brings up a point. You will continue to draw a paycheck as long as you're at the plant. Don't let the balance get too high in your checking account, and be sure you make regular purchases with it. We don't want any sudden changes to cause anyone to get snoopy.
"Now. No more pantyhose. Nylons and garter belts. If I want to warm my fingers, I don't want a bunch of impenetrable mesh in the way."
He smiled at Nina's wriggling reaction to his directions. When he had mentioned warming his fingers, there was a visible quiver in the muscles of her thighs and lower belly.
"You will go to some specialty lingerie shops and buy some matching bras, panties and garter belts. And any other goodies that appeal to you, and what you think will appeal to me. Remember, no changes to your outer wear, but no more plain white or bone colored bras, and no more pantyhose. Or, perhaps no bras at all. OK?"
"Yes, Master," Nina replied, her eyes shining.
"Sweet girl, I can't emphasize enough how careful we'll have to be. One slip and it's all over. You will never call me Master at the plant if there's the slightest chance of it being overheard. You will never behave as anything but an employee when anyone's around, or likely to show up. Understand?"
"Yes, Master. I understand and I will be careful. I don't talk to anyone there anyway, but I will be very careful."
"Does that thing come off?" Bob asked, looking at her G-String.
"Yes, Master. It has to or slaves can't wear it," she said holding her top up and looking at herself.
"Why don't you take it off, then," he said quietly.
Nina quickly unhooked the strings from the material in the front and pulled it away from her. She returned to the rest position, her eyes fixed on his lap.
"Good. Now why don't you play with that pretty pussy while I watch and enjoy. Do it nice and slow, and show me all the good parts, and where it feels good, and what turns you on. OK?"
Nina blushed and after a moment's hesitation, began to move her hands toward her pussy. Bob took a sip of his drink and settled himself into his chair to watch this private sex show.
Nina's hesitant and irregular movements showed her lack of practice at this display, and he made a mental note to ask Evalina how she could be trained in it. Her willingness was evident, as was the fact that she got hot in a hurry. Her cunt lips already showed the lubrication and turgidity of her arousal.
He watched her fingers returning to the sensitive spots indicated by her involuntary spasms and movements when she touched them. Her eyes were closed and her pelvis was rotated toward him in her attempt to obey his injunction to show him her actions.
"Do you taste good?" he asked her.
"I... I don't know, Master," she whispered.
"Taste yourself and tell me," he instructed.
She lifted her slick fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, cleaning her scent from them. She dropped her hands to her open cunt again and continued her playing.
"Well?"
"Yes, Master, I taste good. Very good for a girl," she gasped.
"Pride doesn't become a slave. You might be prejudiced. Let me taste," he said, smiling.
Nina dug her fingers into her hot open sex and then extended them towards Bob's mouth, holding them just short of his lips as she played with herself with the other hand. Her lust-filled eyes looked into his, waiting for him to accept her offering.
Bob opened his mouth and took her fingers into it, meeting her gaze, licking her fingers and sucking her slickness from them. He smiled as he pulled away from her hand and continued to watch her eyes.
As she smiled in return he said, "In this case you might be right. You do taste good. I may have to sample Margaret and Priscilla to make a fair decision though."
"I have sampled them, Master, and I know I'm right."
"Your pride is showing again, slave. Lay on your back and open yourself to me."
Nina lowered her shoulders to the flagstones and brought her legs out from underneath her. She placed her feet together sole to sole, lowering her knees toward the stones, exposing herself to him totally. She slid her fingers into her vagina and pulled the inner lips open, trying to open herself so he could look into her depths.
"Open your ass-hole, slave."
She released her hold on her vagina, she reached one arm around behind her and slid the fingers of the other down to her slickened, puckered hole. She plunged one finger into it and worked it around. When she felt that she had relaxed the sphincter enough, attempted to slip the index finger of her other hand in also. She made three attempts, accompanied by whimpers of discomfort and frustration, before she finally managed to get both inside her. She slid them in to the second knuckle on both fingers and with a groan of pain, slowly spread her little hole apart. He watched as the aperture opened more and more until he could see space between her fingers.
"That's enough, sweetheart," he said gently. "Let it go."
Nina relaxed the straining muscles of her lower body, and allowed her fingers to slip from her body. She lay gasping for a few seconds and then started to move them back to her wet, slick cunt.
"No," Bob said. "Don't you touch yourself with those fingers. You've contaminated them with germs from your little bottomhole, and I don't want any infection in that slippery little pussy of yours."
Nina opened her eyes and looked at him with hurt in them. "Oh, Master. What'll I do now?"
"You want to come?"
"Yes, Master, please."
"You want me to finger you, right?" he asked. "Please ..."
"You want me to get my fingers all messed up with your pussy juice just so you can have fun, is that what you're trying to say?"
"Please, Master. I beg you," she said smiling at him. "Please. It won't take much. Just a little finger, please?"
"Well, I suppose I could. But it's against my better judgment. If Alexander finds out, I could be in trouble you know. He doesn't go along with catering to slaves," Bob said in mock seriousness. "Slide your pretty little bottom over here."
She slid herself toward him until her hips were between his feet, and she pulled her legs back toward her chest.
"You should be ashamed, slave, having to come begging to your Master for a finger-fuck just to satisfy your own lusts. Don't you have any shame at all?" Bob said, reaching down and massaging her cunt with two fingers.
"None, Master. Uh. . . Slaves can't have. . uhhh. . . any. We must do wh. . . what our Masters t. . t. . tell us. And I thank you fingering me... I love. . . you... Masss...tERRRuhh."
Nina's lower body snapped like a whip as she came around his stimulating fingers. As soon as he felt her start to come, Bob jammed his fingers into her vagina.
Nina laid on her back, gasping, her arms at her sides, her fingers scrabbling against the stones as if to tear them up, as the little explosions of sensation burst through her. Bob kept his fingers inside her until she quieted, and then slipped them out gently. The sensation of his movement inside her sensitized vagina caused her to groan and twitch as he did so. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. He looked at her as he again licked her savor from fingers, this time his own.
"Tastes better. Suppose it's because it's fresher, or came from deeper inside."
Nina giggled and blushed as she continued to watch him.
She finally sighed contentedly and asked, "Shall I go wash myself?"
"No, not yet. I like the smell and sight of a freshly fingered slave girl, and I want to look at one for a while."
Nina smiled up at him and closed her eyes and relaxed.
After twenty minutes of studying the sight before him and basking in the knowledge that Nina would obey him in everything, as much as she could, he drained his drink and reached down and tweaked the resting girl's pubic hair. She jumped and her eyes flared as she gasped in surprise.
"Go clean yourself, you're leaking all over Alex's patio. He'll make you come out here and lick the place clean if you flood any more."
Nina rose to her feet and stood proudly before him. "Master, may I ask a favor?" "I suppose so, yes," Bob said.
"Would you kiss me, please. Like you did last night?"
At Bob's motion, she knelt again and leaned into him for her reward. He grasped her hair at the back of her head and drew her to his lips. He thrust his tongue into her open mouth, covering her mouth with his. She pushed her mouth back against his, and whimpering began to move her tongue around his, darting and caressing. He increased the pressure of his hand on her head, mashing her lips with his, and letting her feel his teeth on her lips. She inhaled sharply through her nose as his teeth touched her, and she began to make little questioning whimpers into his mouth. She pushed herself into his kiss even more strongly, as if begging for him to mark her with his teeth.
A guttural snarl exploded from Bob as he bit down on his captive's lips, not thinking about her tender skin, not caring. He wanted to mark her, brand her as his in act as well as in fact. She slumped against him, supported only by his hand, breathing explosively through her nose and mewling into his mouth in surrender. He released her, pulling her head away from his, looking into her eyes with scorn.
"Is that what you wanted, slave?" he growled at her.
"Yes Master," she said, tremulously. "When you kiss me like that, I know I'm your slave, and I love you. Thank you, Master."
Chapter Fourteen
Bob released his hold on Nina's hair, and watched her as she got up and walked toward the kitchen wing of the house with her shoulders back and her spine straight, almost marching.
"That girl has pride in her slavery, Master Robert," came Evalina's low voice behind Bob.
Bob turned to find her standing behind him with a small, frosty pitcher in her hand, looking at Nina's retreating form.
"How long have you been standing there?" Bob asked, flushing from embarrassment.
Evalina's eyes shifted to his and she regarded him for a moment in silence. Something softened in her look and she smiled and said, "I just came to refresh your drink, Master Robert."
Bob returned her smile, relaxing slightly and held up his empty glass as he asked, "Are you busy? Do you have time to sit and talk with me? There are some questions I would like to ask."
"Yes, Master Robert, I have much time for you. As much as you may require to answer your questions. My Master will be pleased that you have begun to understand my position here, and that you trust me to assist you with your slave."
"That seems to be the problem, Evalina. I'm not sure I do understand your position. I know that you're Alexander's slave, but you're more than that, too. There are things that I need to know, but I don't want to bother Alex with them necessarily, but I don't want to create any problems of propriety with you. Do you see my problem?" Bob said.
"I do, Master Robert, very well. Let me try to explain. I am Master Alexander's most willing slave. He has honored me by making me the Mistress of his House. That means that I take care of his house, and his slaves. He tells me what he wants done, and I make sure it is done without his thinking about it. I look after all the little details of day to day living here. I instruct, train, make work assignments, and punish when my orders are not carried out. I tell my Master everything that I do, and everything that I know.
"Now he has told me that you are to have the hospitality of this house, and authority second only to him. This is something that he has never done before, but he is my Master, and his will is mine. You can ask me anything, command me or punish me if you will. I will answer you truthfully, obey you and submit to your punishment as long as it does not conflict with my Master's wishes."
She paused for a moment, looking at the stones at her feet. She looked up at Bob with a somber expression. "Master Robert, may I ask you a favor without giving offense?"
"Certainly."
"You are young, and new to your station. But you do well and you please my Master. Because I love my Master, I will never knowingly disappoint him, so I would ask this favor of you. Trust me as my Master does. Ask me, and believe my answers to be honest.
If I disagree with you, I will try to tell you why, but will accept your decision. If I displease you, tell me so in private, or better yet, tell my Master. Please do not shame me before my household, because I am my Master's Mistress, and the shame would be his. Do I displease you by asking this?"
"Lord no, Evalina. Far from it. I need just that kind of help. Would it offend you if I regarded you as a friend. I'm not sure if that is a possible relationship, or the right term, or if it would create a problem with you and Alexander, but I would like you to be my friend. And I will try to listen when you teach me.
"You honor me, Master Robert. I would value your friendship and try to deserve it. And I will train your slaves as I would my Master's. As I told you, that slave of yours has lazy movements, and I will cure them. Not that they should be too quick, but they should have energy, and purpose. Is she good in your bed, Master?"
"I have no complaints, as yet. But of course I've only had her one day," Bob chuckled. "And one boat ride, which I'm sure you know about."
"Well, if you think she's good now, wait a while. She'll be a bed partner worthy of the name when I get through with her," Evalina smiled. "Yes, I know of the boat ride. So do the other slaves, and they are a little jealous of her, and your treatment of her.
"Ohhh, and that kiss you just gave her. Where did you learn that, Master Robert? I haven't seen that kiss for years, or at least in this country."
"You were watching, then."
Evalina chuckled. "Well, I have to watch to make sure everything is alright, and to see what training the slaves need, you see. But, yes, I did watch, and so did others, I think. And oh Master Robert, if they reacted to seeing it like I did, I'm going to have trouble soon. That is a kiss that a slave melts from. The sight of that kiss will start a slave's body getting hot and wet. And that girl will make sure all the girls see the bruises you made on her lips, and tell them how she got them. How did you learn to kiss that way?" Evalina asked seriously.
"I don't know. It just seemed right, and something I wanted to do to her. That girl brings out the animal in me, and stirs something that I've never felt before. I just wanted to eat her, bite and mark her as mine. Is that crazy?"
"No, Master Robert, not crazy at all. Just remarkable that you knew to do it. You've marked her soul with that kiss. She'll be your slave for the rest of her life. She may be owned by another, but you will always be her Master. It is not a kiss to be used on another man's slave though. It is only for those of your own who are special enough to deserve it. Unfortunately, my Master's slaves will want to feel it also, and they'll be sniffing around and pestering the both of you to get it. I'll have to speak to him about it, and warn him that some extra punishment may be needed. Yes, that kiss is special. Just thinking about it stirs me, so you can imagine the feelings the young ones are having. It makes me think that someday, I'll try to show you how a real woman can move under you."
"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble, Evalina. I'll tell Nina not to say anything to the others."
"It's too late to tell her anything like that. They all know anyway, and it's her badge of pride so let her show it. And it's not really trouble. It'll give the others something to think about and try a little harder to deserve. Something to make them move better for my master, to rekindle some extra interest in their duties."
"Tell me something, Evalina. Is it alright if I wanted to have sex with one of Alexander's slaves without asking him first?"
"Yes, Master Robert. He gave you the hospitality of his house, which means that you may do anything you wish to his slaves or any other property. If you want any of these little toys to wiggle for you, just say so."
"Well, then tell me this. Is it permissible for a friend to have sex with another friend? I mean, I may want to find out what a real woman feels like under me, but I wouldn't want to spoil a friendship."
"Ah, Master Robert. You not only have the instinct of a master, you have the tongue of a seducer. I am your slave too, remember, as well as your friend. I will attend your bed anytime you wish it, or anywhere else for that matter. Do these young things good to know that I'm still desirable. Do you good to experience a harem-trained slave, even if I am old. I still move for the right master."
"You didn't look old last night, my friend. I'll make an appointment for some education soon. God. I may die from an excess of a good thing. Damn, now you've made me horny, and I'm supposed to meet Alexander in a few minutes."
"I can send someone to the library for your use. She can drain your fire so you can concentrate on what my Master says," she said, rising. "I would ask for the privileges, but my Master's interests require me elsewhere."
"No, Evalina, as much as I would probably en it, I'd better not," Bob said, "but thank you for the thought."
"Until we meet again, then, Master Robert."
Bob watched the lithe movements of the black Mistress as she walked toward the door, her white caftan flowing around her. They were regal and graceful, belying her age. He smiled, recalling their conversation. He was sure that a session in bed with that woman, when she was aroused, would be an experience to remember.
He waited a couple of minutes and then walked to the library door. The room was empty when he arrived and he spent a minute or two studying the titles of the books in the shelves. The section he was pursuing contained classics bound in leather, and he had a feeling that they were very early editions, if not firsts.
He turned as the door opened behind him and smiled as Alexander entered. "How are you today, sir?"
"Excellent, thank you, Robert. Have you been well taken care of today?"
"Extremely well, thank you. By the way, I just spoke with Evalina and asked her to advise me when I need it. I hope that's alright with you."
"A wise move on your part. Her advice is worth its weight in gold, and her experience is probably unique in this country. I commend your forethought and heartily approve of your speaking to her. She will train Nina to perfection if you let her."
"I certainly hope so. She's promised to do something for her already," Bob told him.
"Good. Good. Well, now that you've had some time to think about last night and its ramifications, what decisions have you made?"
"My decision was made last night, sir. If you'll have me, I'm in. I've seen no reason to have changed my mind about anything."
"What you have seen is the up side of this life style. There is a down side, you know. Being a renegade in any society is a risk, and in this society, a very real risk. This is an 'open' society for all intents and purposes, but there are a surprising number of ways for someone having access to certain sources of information to learn a great deal about you. If the powers that be get too curious about you, they can make you very uncomfortable. If they find hard evidence of your proclivities, prison is a definite possibility. If your suppliers and customers find out, financial reversals, and even ruin is possible. As Jefferson said, 'Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty,' and especially apt in our case.
"The strain can be debilitating if it's not handled properly. Any indication of your succumbing to it, the other 'pet owners' will become nervous, and they are more of a threat than any government. So you see, there is privilege, but there's also responsibility and risk. If you can't handle it, it will be the death of you. Literally. Have you given these things serious thought?" Alexander asked Bob, gravely.
"Yes, sir, I have. And I'm still of the same mind. The risks should be high for this type of reward. I would hate to think that a fool, or an amateur could be a. . . 'pet owner', and have the rewards you have obviously worked hard to achieve," Bob responded.
"Well . . . there are some like that. Amateurs who think that beating a woman and having intercourse with them makes them a master. There are others, residing in the Middle East for the most part, and we keep them ignorant of our hobby. But they are a special case. Their history and their laws assist them, and even our own society accepts them within their own frame of reference. But they are easily avoided, and they do create a diversion for us.
"Now, on to other things. As much as I hate to bring up work, I feel I must. How would you feel about having another manager at your plant?"
"In what capacity?" Bob asked.
"A general manager, to relieve you of the day to day burdens. I will need you to be available to me from time to time, and I wouldn't want the business to suffer because of it. Also, you are about to get more business in there than you can handle by yourself, and you'll have to expand. This person, or persons, will be outsiders, and not 'owners', so caution is required. Especially with Nina. I asked you to leave her in her position because she is in the best place to detect or head off trouble. I would also like to send Priscilla down to you, too. She is, by the way, an experienced computer programmer with some systems background, which may come in handy."
"Definitely. And Nina needs someone she can talk with down there. Just having me to talk with could become a strain. Too much of being in each other's company could lead to a slip of the tongue, or something. But isn't Priscilla awfully young to be turned loose like that? I don't want to seem to be questioning your judgment, but she seems such a child," Bob said.
"She is a child. She's only twenty. She's also a borderline genius, a college graduate, been disowned by a wealthy family, a reformed drug abuser, and a willing slave. Her slavery is a form of therapy and a protective shell for her to hide in. She is not an outgoing person, nor a very decisive one. Extremely intelligent, but extremely unfocused, you see. Not a very healthy ego. She reached the point of not caring what she did or what happened to her. She needs someone to steer her, relieve her of the responsibility of decision making. She would have become a drugged-out prostitute had I not found her. She was about to be turned out by her lover, who was a small-time pimp. She had also considered suicide. Not a particularly pleasant thought. She's better off as she is now, and she'll be a business asset to us in the bargain.
"I want to start a new division of the company, using Apex as the cornerstone. I want to expand into the Computer/Data Processing fields. There are sizable niches to be filled there, and Apex can be positioned to fill them."
They continued to discuss the plans for business expansion for two hours, until they heard a quiet chime sound.
"Ah, dinner in a few minutes," Alex said. "Would you mind pressing that button on the table beside you, my boy? That's the signal that we will want dinner now. Saves the bother of someone coming out here and interrupting us to ask if we're ready, when, and a bunch of other silly things that common sense and that buzzer answers. But to continue. That type of activity expansion activity will also give me an excuse to do something I've wanted to do for years. Build a . . . call it a playroom ... in one of my facilities. What I plan to do is to have a totally secure, sound-proof communications room built adjoining your office. Accessible only through your office, too. Then, if an opportunity for some recreation occurs, there will be someplace to accomplish it. Staffed by Nina and Priscilla, and other similarly qualified girls, it would be very handy, don't you think?"
"Oh, Lord, yes. I'm probably going to have enough trouble keeping my mind on my work, and my hands off my secretary as it is. Now you're going to install a staffed playroom to increase the temptation," Bob laughed, ruefully.
"You'll get used to it, I'm sure. And use it with discretion. It will increase the frequency of visitors, though. It also will contain some very real, and very sophisticated, communications and computer equipment. If anyone visits, it will be totally legitimate. But, if you need to work off some frustration, it will be available. I've found that a mid-afternoon dalliance can be relaxing and rejuvenating. You will too.
"Now I think we should have a little dinner. It will be interesting to see what Margaret has prepared for us, and whom Evalina has prepared to serve it."
"I assumed that Margaret would be out of service for a while, after last night," Bob said as they walked toward the dining room.
"No, not Margaret. She's bruised a bit, and will have trouble sitting perhaps, but still able to attend to her duties. Light duties anyway. She'll be right as rain tomorrow, and probably looking for another dose by Wednesday," Alex told him.
Chapter Fifteen
They entered the room to find the table set and Evalina in attendance.
"Good evening, Masters," she greeted them, bowing her head over her clasped hands.
"Good evening, Evalina," said Alexander. "Are you dining with us en famille?
"No, Master, thank you for asking. I will eat with the others later. I thought that you and Master Robert would enjoy a meal together this evening," she said, smiling. "If you are ready, I bid you bon appetite."
A moment after Evalina left Priscilla and Nina entered bringing their soup course on trays. They were wearing patent leather heels, black mesh stockings held up by black lace garter belts, and black G-strings. Over this they wore a frilly white lace apron whose lower portion was about as wide as a salad plate and came down to the top of the G-string. The upper part of the apron came up between their breasts, highlighting them and their rouged nipples nicely, and the straps went over their shoulders. Stiffly starched white cufflets with costume diamond cuff links and a starched white collar with a black bow tie completed the costume.
Bob stared at the girls as they came into the room and then flushed slightly and smiled at Alexander. "You do have some interesting meals around here, Alex."
"Yes, well we try to keep them that way. Lets you enjoy your appetites, you see," Alex said, chuckling. "Oh, and by the way. If you wish to, you may feed your pet from your plate. I know it's not done in some homes, but we can be informal here tonight."
When the girls had placed the plates in front of their masters, they knelt by the left side of their chairs and waited. When the men had finished, they cleared the dishes and returned with the entree, Supremes de Volaille Panes a L'Anglais and Courgettes et Carottes a la Menthe.
Bob noted the size of the portions and concluded that both he and Nina were to be well fed tonight. He watched Alex feeding his little servant and saw that the process could be fun for both, and since dinner conversation was conspicuous by its absence, began to concentrate on caring for Nina's appetite.
He would take a bite of food for himself and then give a bite of the same to Nina. He experimented with different methods of feeding her and settled on handling the vegetables with his fork, and everything else by hand. He found himself enjoying the eroticism of feeling her lips and tongue on his fingers and hand as she ate, and watching her. She seemed to enter into the feeling too, judging from the frequency with which she found ways of licking and sucking his fingers. He had a little trouble judging the correct angle to hold the wine glass for her, but they worked it out together.
He found his hand wandering to her breasts frequently as she placed food in her mouth, stroking and fondling them, tweaking aroused nipples as she ate, or when she held her face up to him so he could use his napkin on her.
They worked their way through the salad course, and finally to the cheese and a change of wine. Nina signaled that she didn't wish any more wine, and seeing the flush of her face, Bob decided she might be right.
Alexander began to talk about general business matters, which Bob participated in while watching to see what might happen next. After a few minutes of this, Alexander asked, "Was it my imagination, or did these little pets walk differently tonight, as they walked to and from the kitchen?"
"I really couldn't say, Alex. I was too busy enjoying the view as they walked," Bob said.
"Well I think something was different, and I think I know how to find out what it was."
Alex had Priscilla stand up beside his chair and remove her G-string. He bent her over so her chin was resting in her hands facing Bob, giving him a fine view of her bountiful breasts swaying beneath her. Alex busied himself for a moment or two, feeling around her backside.
Bob had placed Nina on his lap and had removed her provocative little cache-sexe, and was stroking her pubic hair as they watched Alex. Nina giggled at the looks that passed across Priscilla's face as her master handled her.
"Ah ha! I thought so," Alexander exclaimed.
"Thought what, sir?" Bob asked.
"I just found out why this little minx was walking differently than she usually does. They weren't where they're usually kept, and it confounded me for a moment. While you have your little prize handy there, see if she has a string coming out of her backside," Alex directed.
Bob slipped his hand down between Nina's legs and trailed his fingers over her slightly distended labia to her little rose bud. Nina wiggled and giggled and tried to clench her buttocks together to prevent his access, but her position on his lap prevented any effective defense of that kind.
Bob felt around carefully and then exclaimed, "Got it. Yes sir, there is a string here. What is it?"
"Pull on the string and see what comes out," Alex said.
Bob grabbed the string and tugged on it. He gained a couple of inches of string when he felt Nina clench her sphincter and all progress stopped. He tugged again, harder, with no result beyond seeing Nina bite her lip in concentration.
"Come on, give it to me," Bob said, smiling at her.
"Uh uhh," she said, shaking her head and smiling at him.
"Why not?"
"Because it's mine and it feels good. I want to keep it," she said playfully.
"I want it," Bob told her in mock severity. "No."
"Having any luck, Robert?" Alex inquired.
"It seems I have a small slave rebellion on my hands here, sir," he said.
"Well, I made the mistake of not getting these while I had the chance, and I'm having the same problem," Alex said.
"What shall we do about it, sir. You have more experience in these things than I do, so I'll follow your lead," Bob told him.
"Obviously we can't allow a rebellion to succeed. They'll have to be punished until they comply with our demands, don't you agree?"
"Yes, sir, most definitely. What do you propose?"
"Both of these little minxes are new to their slavery, and neither has a lot of experience at withstanding pain, and I'm in a sporting mood, so I propose a contest. Let's see which of us can get the hidden package out of the vault in the least time. Agreed?"
"Sounds interesting. What are the stakes?" Bob asked.
"Oh, you want to make it a real wager. OK, let me think. Yes, . . . this wine we are drinking is one I particularly enjoy, and the vintage is becoming hard to find, so let's bet a bottle of it on the outcome. Oh, and to keep it honest, the slave who gives up her treasure first gets a dozen with a birch after the contest is over. Agreed?"
"Better and better. Two things before we start. One, what will a bottle of this wine cost me, and two, what are the rules as to methods of forcing the vault?"
"Ah, yes, the rules. Well first, the wine will cost you somewhere in the neighborhood of $100.00, if you can find it, and two, no method which will cause bleeding. I don't relish the sight of blood this soon after dinner. How's that?"
"Good enough. Care to start?"
"Yes. I'll give you a mark to beat. Let's see if youthful exuberance can overcome mature experience," Alex said laughingly as he got up from his chair.
Leaving Priscilla laying over the table he walked toward the library, returning in a moment with a wooden paddle in his hand.
The girls had become uneasy as the little game of resistance had turned into a contest with their ability to stand pain the deciding factor. Nina began to move about on Bob's lap a little apprehensively as the talk went on and especially when Alex returned with the implement in his hand.
"Well now, Priscilla's already in place, so would you care to time this?" Alex asked. "Oh, yes. One more little item."
As Bob got up from his chair and led Nina over to where the others were, Alex took a length of string from his pocket and looped it to through the loop of material hanging from the girl's anus.
"Be damned clumsy to try to pull this thing out while paddling her," Alex explained.
"Just out of curiosity, what are we fishing for here, anyway?" Bob asked.
"Ben Wa Balls. Little plastic or metal spheres partially filled with a liquid that are inserted in the vagina. Her movement makes the liquid move about in the container, giving off little vibrations inside them. Keeps them on the edge of an orgasm for hours. It feels good, doesn't it Priscilla?"
"Yes, Master. Very."
"Yes. But in this case someone put them in their anuses. Are you ready, Robert?"
Bob held his wristwatch up where he could see it "Any time sir."
Alex drew back the paddle and began to smack it against the girls' buttocks in a rapid-fire manner, not even giving the sting of the first blow a chance to start before the next arrived. After a minute of this, Alex ceased abruptly and gave the string a sharp tug.
"Ah haa!" he exclaimed. "Almost had it."
He changed his tactics by giving the girl a swat and then tugging, hoping to pop the prize out before she could recover from it. Bob watched the little girl flinch when the paddle struck her and then she immediately set her jaw in concentration, holding her sphincter closed.
After a moment of this, Alex drew back his arm for another blow but pulled the string instead.
"Got one!" he chortled, holding the string up so Bob could see the red plastic ball dangling from it.
Priscilla groaned and beat her fists on the table in front of her in frustration.
SPLAT! The paddle struck again. "Woooo," whined Priscilla, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Time!" said Alex holding up the pair of plastic spheres.
"Very good, sir. Three minutes forty eight seconds. Looks like I could be enjoying a bottle of excellent wine fairly soon," Bob said smiling.
Priscilla was standing back from the table, her face screwed up in pain with her lower lip protruding, rubbing her backsides with both hands as she pranced around.
"Get your hands away from there, Pris. You know better than that," Alex told her.
"Oh. . . yes Master. But that last one hurt," she whined like a child. She took her hands off her buttocks and held them at her sides, clenching and unclenching them as she moved from one foot to the other squeezing her thighs together.
"Over the table, Nina," Bob directed. "Feet apart. May I borrow your string, sir? That seems like a good thing to use."
He tied the string around the loop protruding from Nina's anus, and tugged it sharply, bringing a small grunt from her.
"Better give it up now, and save your bottom some grief, sweetheart," Bob said.
"No, Master, I want to keep it," she answered. "Ready sir?" said Bob, looking at Alexander. "Anytime you are." Bob stood behind her and drawing back his hand delivered a blow to the outside crown of her right buttock, followed by a backhand blow to the other one. He continued this for a period of time without letup, watching her thrash her head around and clench her buttock muscles caught between the pain and her desire to keep her prize. He waited until he thought she was slackening her hold, and gave a tug on the string.
Bob caught a glimpse of smooth redness emerging from the little hole and thought he had won one of them when Nina twitched her belly off the table and squeezed her buttock muscles, reclaiming it.
"Almost had it, didn't I?" Bob said to her as Nina giggled.
"Yes, Master, but almost doesn't count," she answered, laughing over her shoulder.
Bob stood at her side exerting pressure on the string with one hand and started smacking her ass-cheeks with the other. He could feel the fight Nina was putting up, but he detected a softening of her hold on the ball as he continued his assault. He set himself and without breaking rhythm, delivered a powerful smash to her buttock and tugged at the same time.
"Uhhh," Nina grunted as the little ball popped out.
"Ah haaa," Bob cried. "Gottcha," and popped the other one out as Nina unconsciously relaxed.
"Ohhhh nooooo," Nina wailed. "I was all set for you, too.'
"Same trick Alexander used, and you fell for it, Bob teased her. He drew the paddle back and swatted her hard, surprising her and was rewarded with a squeak of pain. "Good for you. Remind you not to hold out on your Master again," he chuckled.
"Three minutes and thirty four seconds," Alexander announced. "I thought I was going to beat you there for a moment."
"Just a lucky chance, sir. I just waited for the proper time to apply the lesson you taught me," Bob said. "Looks like I'll be enjoying a bottle of good wine tomorrow."
"I'll have to be careful which tricks I show you. You learn too quickly," Alexander laughed. "Now we have another piece of business to take care of, don't we, Priscilla?"
"What's that, Master?"
"A little matter of a dozen with a birch, I believe. Remember?"
"Yes, Master. But I was hoping you wouldn't."
"I suppose you were at that. Well, you go get the birch. Make it a good one or you get two dozen more for impudence," Alex said as he smacked her on the bottom with his hand.
Bob noticed that Nina was standing up and rubbing her thighs together with her hands clasped in front of her.
"A little hot back there?" Bob asked her.
"Yes, Master, it is a little."
"Good. Just out of curiosity, did these Ben-Wa balls feel good up your ass?" he asked, tossing them in his hand.
"Yes, sir they did. They tickle in a nice sort of way. Makes me feel like I want to scratch the tickle in some way."
"I'll scratch your tickle. These are mine now, but I want you to hold them until I want them again. Bend over the table and spread your legs."
When Nina was positioned to his satisfaction, Bob took the little spheres, dunked them in a wine glass and immediately pressed one of them against her anus. Nina began to pant gently as he pushed against her and then grunted softly as she felt it push through the ring of muscle into her body. She clenched her buttocks and moved slightly with irritation.
"Must be the wine," Alexander said watching her. "The alcohol will burn a bit in there. I'll have to remember that."
Bob looped the string around a finger so it wouldn't be lost inside her and began to push the other ball into her. She panted slightly again and sighed when it too entered her.
"Are they in there good?" Bob asked her.
"Yes, Master. They feel good now, thank you."
"Stay there a moment. I want to check to make sure they're positioned right. With your permission, sir?"
"Certainly, my boy. No need to ask. You must be careful in these things, you know," Alex responded with a smile.
Bob saw a pat of unused butter on a plate that hadn't been cleared away and rubbed his first finger on it until it was coated. He then took the string in his other hand and pushed the butter coated finger into the little puckered ring. Nina wiggled her backside as he entered, and then squeezed his finger with her sphincter.
"Good thing Alex is considerate of his health and that of his guests and provides unsalted butter, don't you think?" Bob asked Nina as he moved his finger around in her.
"Mmmmm . . . yes, Master. He's most considerate," she said, as Alex chuckled.
He looped the string over his thumb to secure it, and slid two fingers of the other hand into Nina's moistened slit and into her vagina. Her hips surged as he entered her and she drew a deep breath.
"Yup, by golly, there they are. I wonder if I can feel them vibrate when they move," he said wonderingly.
He curled his fingers against the back wall of Nina's vagina while holding tension on the string to hold the balls in position, trying to flick them through the thin wall to see if he could detect any vibrations from the balls.
"Ooooo, ooooohhhh," Nina moaned as Bob moved his fingers inside both her orifices.
"Been in there with anything but your finger yet, my boy?" asked Alex conversationally.
"Not yet, sir. Haven't had time to create the right mood as yet," Bob told him.
"Don't coddle her, Robert. The only mood needed is your desire. She won't die from it, because she had a pretty good sized dildo up there a few days ago. She moaned and groaned about it, but I think she likes it, really. Ah. Here's my little dish with the birches. Let me see them," he said holding out his hand to Priscilla.
Alex took the two bundles of switches and examined them, ending by snapping both back and forth through the air to test their suppleness and weight.
When he had made his selection, he placed Priscilla so her head rested on her forearms on the table, her legs apart to the width of her shoulders.
"You keep your back dipped and your legs straight, just as you've been taught, you understand little pet?" Alex said as he positioned her.
"Yes, Master," she said with a tremor in her voice.
"Be sure to count the strokes for me, now. In a good clear voice, right?"
"I'll try," she answered.
"Not try, girl. You concentrate and count. You're a college graduate. I know you can count to twelve, so the rules apply to you too, now. Count them or get another for every one you miss," Alex charged her. "Now, do you know why you're getting this little touch-up and not Nina?"
"Yes sir. Because I allowed you to get the pleasure balls too soon," she said.
"Right. You were obligated to retain them because that was a condition of the contest. You gave up too soon and made me lose, so now you pay the forfeit. Legs nice and straight, and relax that bottom like a good girl."
Bob had removed his fingers from Nina's anus, but was continuing to move his fingers inside her vagina slowly and sinuously. She had lowered her head to rest on her forearms also, her head turned toward Alex and his pet. As Bob and Nina watched, Alexander took a step back and to the side, laid the ends of the switches against the under curve of Priscilla's buttocks, measuring the distance, drew back and snapped the first stroke into her.
"Huunnn. . . one, sir," Priscilla said, her bottom twitching a little from the burn "Wooo . . two, s . . sir." "T . . three . . sir."
As every stroke landed on Priscilla's rounded backside, Bob was amused to feel a sympathetic spasm of Nina's vaginal muscles, and a little wiggle against his fingers. She was becoming excited by the sight and sound of Priscilla's punishment. He had been carrying an erection ever since the two slave girls had appeared from the kitchen, and had been aware of its throbbing hardness ever since he had paddled Nina. They both obviously liked that kind of exercise.
"Is that a difficult stroke to master, Alex?" asked Bob.
"No, not at all. A little arm and wrist action to pop the ends into place, but not difficult at all. Watch."
Alex whipped the bundle onto Priscilla's haunches in an exaggerated display of the motion. "See? Nothing to it. Want to try?"
"Yes I would, sir. I've got a little backside here that needs a half dozen to give me some practice. May I use the other switch?"
"By all means, my boy. Have right at it," Alex said offering the other bundle to Bob. "Adjust your count, Pris. That last one was a demonstration for Master Robert and didn't count."
Nina's muscles had clamped down on Bob's fingers as he talked to Alex, and she became a little uneasy in her movements. Bob jammed his fingers deeper into her as he took the bundle, and using those fingers, moved her around until she was positioned like her counterpart on the other end of the table.
"Legs straight, pussy," he directed as he slid his fingers out of her, causing her to flinch involuntarily from the sensation.
Alexander was standing beside Priscilla with his hand stroking her rosy hot buttocks watching Bob's preparation with approval.
Bob stood back and measured the distance a couple of times, adjusting his position, and then whipped a stroke into the chubby white target before him. Nina clenched her buttocks from the prickles of pain that shot into her.
"Good power, but you need a little more wrist. Remember it's not a solid column like a club or a paddle, but a limber fan of individual rods. You want them to spread a bit as they hit, like this," Alex instructed, and fitting action to his words, snapped a stroke into Priscilla's buttocks. "Try it again. Have Nina count them for you to give her something to focus on while you do it."
Bob swished the bundle in front of him experimentally, watching the action of the switches as they moved. "Oh, I see. Like this then," Bob said, delivering a blow to Nina's ass-cheeks.
"Twooo . . . hooo," Nina moaned.
"Good one, Robert. You might take a little steam off the stroke while you practice, though. These are recreational exercises tonight, not punishment. You've got a good delivery already. I'm looking forward to being invited to watch you lay into her some time. It's going to be a real pleasure. Now watch again, and catch the wrist action," Alex invited as he squared off and delivered another blow to his slave's backside.
The instruction went on for some time with Alex demonstrating and Bob copying, working blow for blow.
"Aaahh. . . fourteen, Master," Nina wailed.
Bob looked at Nina's ass-cheeks and saw that they had turned a rosy hot pink color and seemed to be radiating heat. There were marks of varying shades of crimson where the birch had caught her exceptionally well. He placed his hand on her right buttock and felt the warmth, and her quivering from the sensation of his hand rubbing on her sensitized skin.
"Now I seem to have a problem, sir," Bob told Alex as he stroked Nina's backside.
"A problem?" Alex said. He glanced at Bob's pants and smiled. "Oh, that's no problem. I have the same condition here, but Priscilla is going to help me cure it, aren't you dear?" Alexander said rubbing the front of his pants against her buttocks.
"Yes, Master," she responded, flinching away from the irritation of her sensitized skin.
"Tell Master Robert how we cure this type of condition, Pris," said Alex.
"By putting your penis in me and soothing my heat away, Master."
"Do you like that, Pet?"
"Yes, I do. Very much," she said, gently rubbing herself against her master.
"I recommend it, Robert. Especially since you both need it. You shouldn't remain frustrated for any length of time. That's what your slave is for, you know. To relieve your tensions and frustrations and allow you to function at full capacity. As I told you, I always like to have a girl in her backside after I finish a whipping. Feels better then for some reason," Alex explained. "Come on, Pris, get yourself braced on the table."
Priscilla placed her arms on the table and pillowed her head on them, her face toward Bob and Nina, with her eyes closed. She spread her feet apart with her legs held straight and dipped her back to present herself to her master's hardness. Alexander stepped up behind the girl and bending his knees fitted himself into her gaping slit. With a thrust he buried himself in her, and gently moved around in her for a moment and slowly slid back out.
He had been watching Priscilla closely as he performed these preliminary acts, smiling at the muffled grunt he had wrung from her on his abrupt entrance and the little movement to prolong the contact upon his withdrawal.
"Now, Pris," Alex said quietly.
Priscilla reached around with one hand and grasped his lubricated lance and directed it to her anal opening. She grimaced slightly as Alex applied pressure and began to slide into her body. As Alexander reached her depths, she opened her eyes and looked at Nina and smiled. As Alexander began to stroke in and out of her she continued to look at Nina, her eyes reflecting the pleasure she derived from the act. Her large breasts swayed beneath her in rhythm with Alexander driving into her.
Bob noticed that Nina had started to be aroused by the scene before her. She began to move her bottom against Bob's hand and her breathing had become somewhat ragged. Bob slid his fingers down to her slit and found her open and wet.
"You like what you see, Pussy?" he asked her.
Nina trembled as he spoke to her as she realized where she was and what was happening to her and that Bob knew what she was reacting to. A warning nudge from his hand stopped a half-hearted move to turn her head away, and she answered, "Yes, Master, I do."
"Good. You watch them, and learn. I'm going to have your slippery little pussy." He had freed his erection as he was speaking and bent slightly to fit himself into her. He felt her quiver as he slid into her, and a little mewl of pleasure escaped her lips.
Her heat and slipperiness had an immediate effect on him and as she dipped her head back to allow him to penetrate deeper he felt the pressure of release begin to build. He slammed himself into her and reached around her to take her breasts in his hands.
The girls continued to watch each others receipt of their master's lust, and covertly watched the men as they moved in and out of their counterpart. Each was stimulated by the sight of the other and proud of the fact that they were being observed serving their master.
Bob pulled Nina back off the table and instructed her to bend down, supporting herself by grasping her ankles. This served to both shorten her vagina and open herself to him more visibly. He plunged into her, feeling the head of his rigid meat slide over her cervix and bump into the wall of her vagina with a satisfying thump. Nina was emitting a small grunt of discomfort every time he penetrated her, which added a small dimension to his enjoyment.
He noticed that Alexander's gaze had strayed to them occasionally as he was enjoying his slave's ass hole. This apparently created a desire for a little variety in his activity, because he impaled himself in Priscilla's fundament and shoved her forward onto the table. When her legs touched the edge he told her to roll over and picked up her legs and repositioned her on her back without uncoupling. He pushed her legs back against her flattened breasts and resumed his pistoning in and out of her with renewed vigor.
Nina's vagina was beginning to clamp itself around his penis as she entered the throes of climax and he began to exercise self-control, trying to prolong his pleasure in Nina's body.
"Aaahhhh, aaahhhhh, uunnhuhhh," she grunted as she achieved her goal. She was coming every time Bob slammed into her, a series of little explosions of delight spreading through her body.
Bob grabbed her hair and pulled her abruptly upward, pushing her forward as her head cleared the table top, and shoved her down upon it. He grasped her right leg at the knee and lifted it to the table top, turning her body toward the other couple.
He watched Priscilla's eyes fasten on Nina's distended vaginal lips as they swallowed Bob's erection. She began to emit little cries of pleasure as Alex pumped into her, and the muscles of her legs and belly began to quiver as she began to come.
Bob reached over on the table and rubbed his fingers in the butter dish again and when he was sufficiently lubricated, he positioned his index finger against her anus and pushed. Nina's hands began to scratch against the table top and she began to pant as his finger slid into her.
"Arrggghhh, Ahhh. Aiieeee, aieee, aiii" she sang as she began to climax again, and again from the double assault on her orifices.
The feeling of his own organ sliding past his sheathed finger and the spasming of both her vagina and her anus around him was more than he could resist and he began to shoot his essence into her. Volley after volley was loosed into her body as she wailed and cried in crisis as waves of pleasure washed through her.
Bob braced himself against the table as he relaxed and allowed his deflated manhood to slide out of Nina's hot, liquid pussy. They were both gasping for breath, as they recovered from their labors.
Bob opened his eyes and noticed that his finger was still embedded in Nina's nether hole and that the string of the Ben-Wa balls was looped over it. He slid his finger slowly out of her, feeling her tense as he began to move. "Ohhhh," she sighed as his finger popped out. He curled his finger through the loop and began to pull gently. Nina's eyes opened in surprise as she felt the unexpected movement within her; she lifted her head and tried to see what he was doing to cause this movement.
"Relax yourself, pussy," he told her as she began to involuntarily tighten her sphincter. She forced herself to cease applying pressure and waited with her head resting on her arm as Bob tugged on the string. "Ahhh..." Nina whimpered as the first ball popped out of her. Her pelvis twitched involuntarily from the sensation it caused. She relaxed again as she felt the other orb moving toward her opening at his urging.
Both Alex and Priscilla had looked up at them from their positions of rest when Nina whimpered, and watched as Bob grasped the first ball, stretching the string to its full length, out from Nina's anus, and continued to pull. "Whaaa. . ." she gasped as the second ball popped out of her. Bob held the pleasure balls up for the other couple to see, as he massaged Nina's anus with a thumb.
"She was holding them for me," he explained as he began to chuckle.
"Excellent exercise, excellent," Alexander said as he too began to laugh with Bob. "I feel the need for a small brandy in the library while I relax. Will you join me, my boy?"
"My pleasure, sir. I could use the rest," he said as he slapped Nina gently on the bottom.
"Good. We'll meet there in a few moments, after we've had a chance to clean up."
When they met in the library, two snifters of brandy awaited them. They sat in the chairs facing the fire and let the warmth of the blazing wood and the liquor spread through them. Priscilla and Nina sat at their feet, curled against their legs. Bob held the snifter for Nina and allowed her to sip some of it.
Alex watched Bob as he did so with a gentle smile on his face. "You indulge that filly, you know. You may spoil her if you're not careful."
"Yes, I know I do. But I also indulge myself with her. If she becomes spoiled, I'll have the pleasure of retraining her with the birch and whip, so I'll enjoy it either way. She's a good little slave, so far."
"Evalina is quite impressed with you, my boy, which is no small thing. She has been telling me of your accomplishments and plans, and your conversation with her." After a lengthy pause, Alexander continued, "Do you know, you've caused more of a stir and created more energy in this household in the last two days than we've had in the previous six months. I'm proud of my choice of you, and pleased as punch with your adaptation. You fit right in here, and you have certainly given these little fillies a run for their money."
"Thank you sir. I'm grateful for the opportunity and pleased you're happy with me. I'll try to continue to please you, and if you'll pardon the fatuousness, you have an excellent incentive program."
Their laughter rang through the house as they toasted each other with their snifters.
Chapter Sixteen
Bob sat musing at his office desk sipping a cup of coffee. The plant was humming along as usual. He'd conferred with his supervisors as soon as they had arrived this morning, which surprised them a little. He usually called them to his office. This morning he decided to break with tradition and take donuts out to them and sit in the break area and talk. Do the troops good to see him with their supervisors. Add a little gloss to their positions.
He'd rumbled through the paperwork and the mail, written a couple of memos and a letter in response. There was still work to do but he was in a contemplative mood.
It was 11:15 and Nina was still out. Shopping he presumed. Last night as he left, he'd told her not to come into the plant until after she'd gone shopping. What the hell, there was little for her to do for a while, and he could handle the phones until she got in. Anyway, she probably needed the rest after this weekend.
God. The weekend. He had dragged himself to his apartment and collapsed. When the alarm went off in the morning, he couldn't believe six hours had passed.
Now, he couldn't believe the weekend. His intercom buzzed. "I'm here," came Nina's voice. "Do you wish to see me?" "Yes. Come in when you can."
The door opened after a few moments, and Nina came in with several packages in her hands.
"I took the liberty of telling Felicia and Wong that you would be busy with Corporate business for a couple of hours, and couldn't be disturbed. And I put the phone on the answering machine with a similar message. Is that all right?" she asked standing by the door.
"That's fine, Sweetheart. Just lock that door and you can show me what you bought.
"I've never bought anything like this before, and I didn't know what you might like, so I bought a variety of things," she said walking to the conference table in front of his desk. "You can tell me what you like and I'll try to return the rest. I told the lady at the store that I might be doing that."
"How did you do that? Tell them that your Boss wanted to approve them first?"
"No, I told them that my lover was very particular, and had very definite ideas about what he liked. Anyway, she believed it," she said as she took several boxes out of the bags and stacked them on the table.
Bob got up from his desk and walked over and stood behind her, watching her sort the boxes out. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips and pulled himself against her. She leaned herself back into him, pressing her bottom and back against him.
He moved a hand around and felt one of her buttocks through her clothes, and began to gently rub and squeeze it. His other hand slowly slid up and cupped a breast.
"I told you I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. Mmmm, that feels like just you under that blouse. Too bad you didn't put one of these little numbers on before you came in here."
"But I did, Master. I wasn't able to put the matching bra on, so I just slipped my plain one off. I'll put it on in here for you if you like."
Bob released her and stepped back. "Show me," he said, motioning with his hand.
Nina made a quarter turn toward him and then lifted her skirt up to her waist, giving him a look at her nylon covered leg, and an expanse of thigh and bare hip. She then turned away from him, lifting the portion of skirt facing him, to show her leg and buttock, which was bare almost to the crack where a wisp of blue material was stretched.
"I couldn't adjust the garter belt in the rest room, so I decided to wear these elastic top hose for you. They stay up without support. Or at least they do pretty well."
She continued her rotation, gathering more and more of her skirt up until she faced him. Both her legs and her lower belly were presented to his view. He saw that the strip of blue material came up from between her legs, cupped her pussy smoothly and attached to the elastic waist band. Her honey-blond pubic hair fluffed around the edges of the little G-string.
"For someone who never bought anything like this before, you made a hell of a start."
"Well, I just thought of some of the things my. . . Master Alexander. . . had provided for the girls and used that as a guide. I assumed his taste would reflect yours, at least to some degree, and I can adjust from there," she told him proudly.
"What else did you get?"
"Oh, lots and lots of things. I never knew that so many sexy things were available in the stores. And that one that specializes in sexy clothes is downright naughty. I bought several things there. Look at this," she said, holding a wisp of black cloth up to the front of her blouse.
"What is that?" Bob asked her.
"A bra," she explained. "Look, I'll show you," she said unbuttoning her blouse. When she had opened the blouse she bent over and fitted herself into the little garment, and straightened up holding it in place. It encased the lower half and a strip of the top of her breasts, with a lace and embroidery edged opening around her areola and nipples, pushing them outward, supporting and emphasizing them.
"See? Isn't it something else? I didn't know if I should get this one or not. Do you like it?"
"Well, it doesn't do much for you, but you do a hell of a lot for it. But, yeah, I like it. Nothing like emphasizing the positive," Bob said smiling. "What else?"
"Well, for one thing," she said, putting the flimsy garment down and buttoning one button of her blouse, "I stopped and got you some sandwiches because I knew you'd forget to eat. So if my Master pleases, you eat and I'll model." She sat a waxed paper package down in front of him. "Coffee?" she said, picking up his cup and walking to the brewer with an exaggerated swing of her hips.
"Oh, my sweet Master. You can't believe how alive, sexy and warm I feel. Every time I looked at one of these things in the store, I thought of me watching you watching me as I modeled it for you, and I'm afraid I was wet by the time I got here."
She put his coffee on his desk beside the sandwiches and turned back to the packages on the table, opening and sorting through them. She selected one of the packages and removed the contents from the tissue wrapping. She turned her back to Bob and began to put the things on, concealing them with her body and clothing. Bob watched with some interest as she moved purposefully through some motions, finally straightening and flicking her clothes into place.
She posed with her back to him, her head bowed, her hands on her hips and then turned smoothly and dramatically, lifting her head to look at him with a smile. She slowly lifted her hands to the buttons on her blouse and unbuttoned them, still staring into his face, basking in his attention. She held the blouse closed for a few seconds and then opened it slowly, like the opening of a theatre curtain, to reveal her breasts encased in a pale blue bra comprised of openwork lace and sheer satin which molded to her, displaying her to perfection. Bob could see the outline of Nina's areolae through the lacy lower cup and the pinkness of it peeking above the upper edge of the cup.
She rotated her upper body slowly back and forth while positioning her shoulders to display the bra and her charms to her audience.
While she was posed almost sideways to him she moved one leg forward and began to lift her full skirt, sliding it slowly up her leg. She paused as she gathered it to her waist, carefully positioning it. When she was prepared to her satisfaction, she turned to face him, displaying a matching garter belt whose design and material was not only to hold her nylons in place but to focus attention on her pubic area. Over this she wore panties of matching blue made of sheer nylon and lace that was clinging to her like a second skin. The lace was worked into a design that revealed portions of her belly and widened to show her pubic hair, or at least the shadow of it.
Bob had been watching Nina with rapt attention, barely eating as she went through her routine. She watched his face and eyes as he drank in the loveliness revealed, concealed and emphasized by the lingerie she had chosen.
"Do you approve, My Master?" she asked in a husky voice.
He tore his eyes away from the lingerie and looked up at her, noting the arousal in her eyes. "You won't be returning that outfit. You'll be keeping it."
"I can't return it, now, Master," she said huskily.
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid I've probably stained the panties, because I'm so wet."
"How many of these outfits did you get?" he asked her.
"Nine or ten."
"Well, you won't be able to show them to me today. We don't have that much time now, but I want to see every one of them, and modeled like this one was," he said smiling.
"Come here and let me see how wet you are," Bob directed.
Nina walked slowly around his desk and stood at his knees as he turned in his chair.
He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her sex in his fingers. "Yes you are wet, aren't you. I'd better take these off before you ruin them," he said as he took the panties by the waistband and slipped them over her hips and down her nylon sheathed legs. He held them as Nina stepped out of them and then brought them to his face and inhaled her scent deeply. "Smells like an aroused slave," he said.
He smiled as he saw Nina's nostrils flare and her lips tremble slightly.
"Are you an aroused slave, Pussycat?"
"Yes, Master, I am a very aroused slave."
Bob moved his coffee cup aside and swept the remains of his sandwiches to the edge of the desk. "Why don't you sit up here and show me how aroused you are."
Nina lifted a leg and sat on the edge of the desk, and when Bob sat back, she positioned herself in the middle of the desk blotter, with her legs spread apart. She gathered her skirt up again and held it so her master could see the flowering lips of her vagina. She then moved her hands down and opened herself up to his gaze with her fingers, stroking and moving the outer lips.
Bob watched her for a moment and then grasping her under her knees, picked her legs up forcing her to lie back on the desk, supported and braced by her hands. He placed her legs on his shoulders and began to kiss and lick the soft, satiny skin of her inner thighs. Slowly, with patience and deliberation, he grazed his way toward her open and engorged cunt.
"Oh, Master. What are you doing. You shouldn't do that to me. Ohhh, oooohhhhh, aahhhh," she gasped as his lips and tongue reached her.
As his shoulders pushed against the back of her legs, she spread them to the side, laying herself completely open to his feasting. He began to move his tongue up and down her slit, licking and probing, tickling and caressing her girlflesh.
He sucked the inner lips into his mouth and nipped them with his teeth, causing Nina to quiver and flinch with pleasure. He licked his way up her wetness until he felt the hard berry of her clitoris with his lip. He grasped it between his lips and stabbed it softly with his tongue. Nina twitched as if shocked every time his tongue flicked across her pleasure button, causing her to gasp and moan with elation.
He left her clitoris and returned to nibbling and caressing her coral delicacies. When he arrived at the center of her sex, he parted the slick inner lips with his tongue and stabbed into her as deeply as he could force himself.
"Huuuunnnngggg ..." Nina moaned as her upper body curled up off the desktop with the wave of feeling that flooded through her.
"Ohhh, ahhh, ahhh . . . Mast. . . Master. I. . . I'mmm going .. to ... to cummm . . mmmm, AHHHAHHHH AHHHRRR!!!"
Bob held her as her lower body began to thrash about with the rhythm of her spasms. Her head was rolling back and forth, her breasts thrust toward the ceiling and her hands alternately balled into tight fists and then open, clawing at the desk top.
As she started to orgasm, Bob grabbed her upper thighs and pulled her into his mouth, holding her as he clamped his mouth over her vaginal opening, licking and sucking the love juices as they flowed from her.
When she quieted a little, he resumed his licking, nibbling and foraging in the folds and valleys of her sex, slowly arousing her back toward that peak she had recently ascended. When she was again moaning in response to the movements of his tongue he gave a final swipe from the bottom of her slit and ending with a rasping salute to her clitoris as he stood up between her legs.
In seconds he had released his belt, opened his pants and snatched them and his underwear down, freeing his hot and rigid manhood.
Nina had opened her eyes to see why he had stopped his oral caressing, and began to coo and moan at the sight of his penis. She slid her bottom toward the edge of the desk and began to move in an unconscious and feverish thrusting motion, anticipating the entry and filling of her hungry cunt.
"Oh, yes please, please Master. Give it to me. Let me feel it. Fuck me, please. Stick me, please, please..." she begged.
Bob grasped his love lance and slipped its head up and down Nina's wetness, lubricating it, and reveling in the sensation. Then positioning it, thrust into her, piercing her nether lips, plunging to her depths, wringing a groan of satisfaction from her. He lifted her legs up, placing the calves on either side of his head against his chest, pulled back against the knees, straightening her legs and locking her buttocks against him.
He could feel her vaginal muscles gripping him and hear the wet sounds of his movements in and out of her, and the gasps and moans coming from her lips as she received his pistoning rod.
He felt his climax approaching, and tried in vain to delay it, to preserve this feeling, to prolong this delicious agony. He knew he'd lost as his body began to convulse, responding to Nina's cunt muscles clamping and squeezing around him, sending his shaft slicing into her, plowing deep into her body, trying to plant his seed deep within her.
Nina began to wail and mewl as she too slipped over the edge into the maelstrom of climax and release.
When their breathing had slowed and his strength returned, Bob lowered Nina's legs and slipped his arms around her, picking her up without dislodging himself from her body, and sat down in his chair, settling her on his lap, his softened penis still in her, her feet over the arms of his chair, her pubis forced against his by her weight.
He looked down at her heaving breasts, still encased in filmy lace, and said, "Give."
Nina immediately reached between the breast cups and released the fastener there, pulling the little material aside and presented herself to her master's pleasure. Pulling her to him, he took her into his mouth, sucking and chewing softly on her, nursing at her warm soft breast. She placed her hands around the back of his head, stroking his neck and hair as she watched him nuzzling and playing at her breast. When he had satisfied himself with the one, he moved to the other, rolling the nipple between his lips and teeth, now sucking her deep into his mouth, pulling and working her into his mouth, then releasing her to caress and lick the nubby tip of her mammary.
As he nursed and toyed with her, they both became aware of his returning stiffness.
"Does my Master wish to have me again, or will he allow me to feast on him with my mouth?" she said, smiling at him.
"Go head and feast, slave. I suspect you only want to see what an aroused slave tastes like, too," Bob said, returning her smile.
"Did you like the taste, my beloved Master?" she said slipping off his lap, freeing his hardening meat.
"For a first taste, yes. I plan to sample again to confirm my first impressions, though."
"Oh, I hope so. I've never had a man do that to me before. It's better than when a girl does it. I think it may be best when my Master does it," she said sinking to her knees and taking him in her hands. Bob watched as she began to lick and suck on him, tasting and caressing his rigid meat.
He laid his head back on the chair and watched her as she repaid his oral salute to her.
"How do you like your taste on my prick?"
"I love it, Master. It tastes like you with a seasoning of me," she said sitting back to look at his penis.
"You do a pretty good job. Had a lot of practice?" he asked.
"Only lately. My Master wants all of me and makes me to suck on him to satisfy his desires, more frequently. I'm new at it, but I want to learn," she responded, taking him into her mouth again.
"Someday, little slave, I'm going to have you do that from under the desk while I'm holding a meeting. Damn, wouldn't that be a kick?"
Nina moaned around his rigidness with a sound of agreement and began to suck and lick him more avidly.
After some minutes had passed Bob pushed her head away from him and said, "Up and bend over the desk, pussy. I want your cunt from behind. I want to bury myself to the hilt in you, right now."
Nina scrambled up and bent herself over resting her head on her arms as Bob lifted her skirt, exposing her buttocks. He fitted himself to her as she dipped her back, and pushed into her body until his hair was crushed against her. He grasped her hips and began to plunge in and out of her. When he had established a comfortable and stimulating rhythm, he slipped one hand down under her chest and touched his palm to the tip of one hanging breast, and let the nipple slip back and forth across it with the cadence of his attack.
Bob had felt his release building and thought about having her in her anus and let the image of his prick slipping in and out of Nina's puckered ass-hole boost him over the edge, and he slammed himself into her, holding her by her hip and breast as he emptied himself.
When he pulled out of her, she stayed, gasping, leaning on the desk for a few seconds, then straightened and turned around to him. She let her skirt fall behind her and standing on tiptoe kissed him softly on the cheek.
He took her head in his hands and kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He held her and kissed her for a long minute and then released her.
"I'm going to finish my sandwich and coffee, because suddenly I'm famished. You, because you're the cause of it, are going to sit in my lap and feed both of us, and when we're through, you're going to wash me and clean all the girl-smell off me so I can get back to work. God help you if you make me get hard again, because I can't spend all my time fucking you. Understand?"
"Yes, my beloved Master. I'll try to refrain from attracting you. Would you like my skirt up or down?"
"Up, you horny slut, so I can feel that great ass of yours. But I warn you, if I get hard, it's going right up your ass-hole."
"Yes, Master, if that's your wish," she said lifting her skirt and settling herself on his lap.
"By the way," Bob said taking a breast in his hand, "clear my calendar for Friday afternoon. You and I are going out on the boat again this weekend. I feel the need to get away again, because the stresses of work and training my staff are beginning to tell on me. I'm going to need the rest."
"Yes, Master. I'll try to make sure you get some rest. Thank you for wanting to take me along. I've come to love that boat. I love the things you can do on that boat. Will you take me back to the island?"
"Could be. Now be a good slave and feed me. I've got to get busy before my boss fires me for incompetence."
Chapter Seventeen
Bob reviewed the week as he drove to the marina. He'd sent Nina ahead of him to load the stores and her clothes, and to wait for him while he took care of last minute details at the plant.
It had been an interesting five days, taking care of the normal work load, trying to keep his lunches free for Nina's fashion show. God damn, she had turned into a sexy little teaser. He left before she got dressed, and he'd refrained from asking her what she was wearing to savor the anticipation.
Unfortunately, for the last two days he'd had to join Alex and 'Deadhead' Dobbins for lunch and an afternoon conference to settle the criteria for the new assistant manager for Bob, and to review the current applications and resumes for possible candidates.
True to his prediction, he was having trouble keeping his hands off Nina. He enjoyed cupping her breast as he came up behind her, or stroking or fondling her bottom. When she delivered something to him, he insisted that she step around the end of the desk so he could slide his hand up her legs, to feel the muscles moving under their sheathing of smooth warm nylon, and to reach up between her legs and cup her buttocks and fondle them as she stood there.
She reveled in his attention, giggling at his touch, always responsive to his needs. She was the one that had become cautious, checking to make sure no one was near to see her master at play. She had become very clever in alerting him to someone else's presence.
And the noontime revels were nothing short of orgies. She'd model the lingerie and tease him until he all but attacked her, and then lie gasping and moaning with passion as he mounted her, or tongued her to orgasm.
His work hadn't suffered noticeably though. His energy was high and his mind focused, so he plowed through with a speed and efficiency that would have surprised him two weeks ago. Lack of frustration and worry, he supposed. The energy he'd previously devoted to them was now better channeled.
Nina's efficiency was also high, when he let her get at it. She seemed happy and content in her role, and could accomplish a prodigious amount of work. Hell, he supposed she'd be happy in a marriage to a doting husband who'd consent to paddle her ass now and again.
But she was his. Bought and paid for.
Damn! He still got a rush every time he thought of it. He owned her. She was his to do with what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted. What a hell of a thing that was. Total control over the destiny of another human being. He supposed that it was this feeling that led to the observation that 'Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely'. It wouldn't be hard to get carried away with one's self-importance if they were in a position like his. 'A lesson there, old son,' he told himself again.
He pulled into the parking lot and grabbed his gear, locked the car and sprinted for the gate leading to the pier.
A warm glow of light from the companionway doors indicated Nina was aboard. He called out to her as he stepped aboard to let her know who it was and then lowered himself down the ladder to the cabin. She was standing in the galley dressed in slacks, deck shoes and a thermal undershirt peeking out from the neck of the same wool shirt she'd worn last time, with a happy smile on her face. "Made it OK?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. But I got some funny looks from a couple of people when I was carrying the stuff in here. Was I doing something the wrong way, you sup- "No. Probably someone that knows me and thought it was curious that a girl was fiddling with the boat. There haven't been too many female passengers or crew on this vessel, and they knew it. I'll have to get you discreetly introduced around so we don't stir too much curiosity." He smiled at her, "You got a thing for that shirt, or just can't find anything to wear?"
"I like this shirt. I'd like it for my own if you'll allow it. It's so. . . handy for so many things," she said rubbing her hand up and down a sleeve.
He changed into seagoing clothes and went through the drill to disconnect the boat from the shore and get underway, clearing the breakwater as the sun touched the horizon.
Nina bundled up and sat in the cockpit enraptured with the display of color as the sun sank into the sea. She watched the city and harbor lights come on and become brighter with the coming of night. Bob pointed out some ships and boats moving about in their area and told her what the different colored lights meant.
Bob spent the next hour showing her how the boat was steered, which lines controlled the sails and how to douse them in an emergency, where the engine controls were, where the radio, radar and depth sounder were, and how to secure the through-hull fittings in case of leak. He impressed on her the necessity of knowing what to do in an emergency, and gave her a couple of simple rules to follow should one occur.
She went below to get them some dinner while he settled the boat on course and made her shipshape for the five or six hour trip to the islands. When Nina returned, she had hot soup and sandwiches that she had made while waiting for him to appear. She was justifiably proud of herself for her accomplishment, and Bob was lavish with his praise of her.
They cuddled up on the windward seat of the cockpit and Nina fed him as he kept watch over the boat's progress.
She took the cups and plates below and returned with a sleeping bag and two steaming cups of coffee. Receiving this permission, she slipped herself into the bag and cuddled herself up against him, watching their surroundings and sipping her coffee.
They talked for a while, and after a couple of hours she fell asleep in his arms. He held her, shifting about to relieve the stiffness until they came within radar range of the island and he gently woke her up and sent her below, sleepily protesting that she could help anchor.
He was again relieved that they had the anchorage to themselves, and he spent ample time anchoring fore and aft, burying the anchors using the diesel. He secured the sails and running gear and after a final look, went below.
He found Nina curled up on the bunk asleep in her clothes, and undressed her like a child and settled her under the covers. He made himself coffee and went back on deck to wait for the tide change to check the anchor's hold. When he was satisfied he went below, banked the fire, secured the galley, undressed and slipped into the warm bed with Nina.
The smell of coffee and bacon woke him, and he went into the cabin to find Nina cooking breakfast, in her wool shirt and fuzzy wool socks and not much else.
"Good morning, Master. I'm sorry I fell asleep on you last night. You should punish me for doing that. I was hoping you'd stay asleep until I could bring you breakfast in bed to make up for it," she greeted him, pouring him coffee.
He took the coffee and out of habit peeked down her shirt front at her breasts. She blushed and smiled at him as she turned away. He slipped his hand under her shirt tail and fondled her panty-covered buttock.
"In full uniform this morning, I see," Bob quipped as he turned toward the ladder.
"Yes, sir. My Master is generous and allows me to dress comfortably in his presence. He likes for me to be at ease as well as accessible," she replied.
Bob paused on the ladder and said, "He must be a prince of a fellow, this Master of yours. Wonder how he'd like it if I nibbled on a titty and left tooth marks?"
"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't mind much. When would you like to do this nibbling?"
"Oh, I'll find time today, I'm sure," he said as he proceeded topside to check the anchors and the gear.
After breakfast, they bundled up and Bob rowed them over to the island where they resumed their rambles from two weeks before. Nina had packed sandwiches which they carried in the pockets of their windbreakers, so they made a day of exploring and beachcombing, much to Nina's delight.
When they returned Bob found himself rowing in a confusing seaway indicating that a rather brisk wind was blowing. He secured the dinghy alongside and after checking the anchors and running gear carefully, went below out of the damp, chilly air.
Nina had gone forward to change so Bob lit the galley stove and put more coffee on and fueled the heater. When Nina emerged from the forward cabin, she was scrubbed and fresh, dressed in the wool shirt which came down over her legs, her wooly socks and what looked like heavy knit pale blue long-johns.
"What the hell are those things?" asked Bob pointing to her legs.
"To keep me warm, Master," Nina replied. "See?" She lifted the shirt up and pirouetted for him. The long-johns were leg warmers like dancers wear, pulled all the way up to the top of her legs. She had left the panties off so her belly and bare buttocks were on display as she turned.
Bob felt himself getting hard as he took in the erotic sight of his slave girl displaying herself to him.
She smiled at his reaction and dropped the shirt daintily. "Do you like my lounging outfit, Master?"
"How much lounging do you expect to do wearing that?" Bob asked.
"I don't know. It's the first time I've worn it, so I'll have to see if it works out," she said. "I laid out some clothes for you on the bed, if you'd like to change, Master."
"Now there's a hint if I ever heard one," Bob said, smiling.
He stepped into the forward cabin stripping off his clothes as he went. He noticed a white terry cloth jump suit on the bunk as he stepped into the head. When he finished his sponge bath, he tried it on and found that it fit well and when he'd puzzled out the front closure he knew that it had been designed by someone in Alexander's household, or one like it. He'd found that when the three velcro-fastened flaps were opened his whole front was exposed, and it could be opened while standing or sitting. When they were closed, it was a comfortable roomy one-piece lounging suit. He slipped on a pair of wool socks and stepped into the main cabin.
When Nina saw him she smiled and stepped out of the galley to inspect the garment on him. "Yes, I knew white would be your color. And it fits you well. I'm glad I had her let the shoulders out some. Do you like it?" she bubbled, anxious for his reaction.
"Yes, I do. Where did you get it anyway?"
"We made it at home. Margaret and I," she told him, smiling and stroking the fabric on his arm.
"Well, thank both of you. It is very well done. An interesting design too."
"Yes, it is. A garment fit for a master to wear. I'm happy it pleases you, because there are three more waiting for you at home," she said. "Now if you'll excuse me I'll get you some fresh coffee and continue fixing dinner."
Bob sat at the table sipping his coffee and watching Nina moving around in the galley. Every now and then she would bend over or stretch to get something, and he would get a peek at a breast or her bottom. It was a novel occupation, playing voyeur with a girl he could strip naked with a word. He was enjoying the tease, and he suspected, so was Nina.
When they had finished dinner and Nina had washed the dishes, with Bob drying and fondling her bottom and breasts under the shirt, they retired to the lounge. Nina browsed through a magazine while Bob toured the deck, checking that the anchors and gear were holding and secured.
When he returned to the lounge, he walked up behind Nina as she was sitting at the table, and slipped a cold hand down her shirt front and grasped a warm soft breast. Nina screamed with the shock and bounced around trying to escape while he laughed and held her until his hand warmed.
"I knew I brought you along on these trips for some reason," he laughed. "You make a good handwarmer. And I like your warmers."
"You are a mean, uncaring, cold handed Master. Treating a poor slave girl that way," she said teasingly, rubbing her cooled breast through the shirt.
"Come over here and sit on my lap, and I'll kiss it and make it all better," he directed, patting his thigh.
Nina carefully placed herself on his lap so her bare bottom was against him, and then unbuttoned her shirt and cupped a breast for him to kiss. Holding her in his arms, Bob took the offering in his mouth and sucked and licked it, switching to the other as she presented it for his attention. He slipped one hand down and began to caress her belly and thighs, playing with her pubic hair and slowly building her ardor.
He left her breasts and began to kiss her neck and lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, moving it gently over her tongue and teeth. He was purposefully arousing her as he would a girl he was dating and wanted to seduce. He wanted her, but not as a slave, at least not right now. Perhaps because he had the option, he wanted to take her gently, and he was working toward that end.
She had started to breath deeply and raggedly, moving gently but insistently against his hand. She spread her thighs and whimpered softly as he slid his fingers into her warm, wet slit. He let his fingers play with her vulva, teasing and gently agitating her clitoris, making her twitch and quiver. He could feel that she wanted to move her hands down to his and assist him, or hold him where she wanted him, but she denied herself that pleasure and kept her hands on his shoulders and neck. Her fingers stroked and caressed him as he pleasured her.
She tried to trap his fingers with her movements and make them slide into her, but he wasn't ready quite yet. He fondled and caressed her, teasing and arousing. He added a little variation by sliding a finger moist with her juices back to caress her little anus. He massaged it softly and gently for a moment and returned to his primary target. After continuing this for a few moments, he finally penetrated her vagina with first one and then two fingers, and began to rhythmically stroke and thrust into her.
She seconded his motions by rocking her lower body and opening her legs even wider to assist him. He moved his oral stimulation back to her breasts, taking one and then the other into his mouth, sucking and chewing on her turgid nipples. Nina arched her back to present them to him, and began to pant and gasp in response to his ministrations to her body.
He moved his mouth from the nipple that he had been attacking to the inside curve of her breast and bit into her soft flesh, bruising and hurting her, causing her to cry out again, and clutch his face to her.
When she had stopped moving in response to her orgasm, he lifted her up and laid her on her back on the table. He placed her legs on either side of his body and pulled her to him. He lowered his face to her open and wet vagina and began to kiss and tongue her there. When she felt his mouth on her, she moaned and curled her upper body up off the table in response to the rush of pleasure she experienced. She took his head in her hands and caressed him with gentle and trembling fingers.
"Oh my Master, I love you. I love you, and what you do to me, the way you make me feel and the things you make me do. Ahhhhh, Ahhh."
Bob continued to feast upon her wetness and thrust his tongue into her, moving it around, feeling and caressing her. She began to gasp and pant as she rose toward the peak again. He moved his mouth to her clitoris and lapped and nibbled on her button, causing her to jump and squeal in pleasure.
Without letting her rest from his attack, he continued to stimulate her orally, taking her through two more orgasms. When she was over the last one, he slipped out of the seat and stood up, popping open the front of his jumpsuit, freeing his rigid man-meat. He grasped her by the hips and turned her toward him, rolling her up on one hip, bringing her to the edge of the table. He pushed the lower leg up toward her chest and gripped the upper one bringing it firmly against his chest. He grasped the shaft of his lance and with a minimum of delay thrust himself into her hot and slippery body.
She cried out with desire and pleasure as he entered her and began to thrust back against him, as well as she could, welcoming more and more of his manhood into her.
After a dozen thrusts, Bob raised his head and cried out, lunging into her, spraying her with his sperm, grinding himself into her.
With only a minimal pause to rest, he began to move in her again, and was rewarded with a hardening of his organ inside her. He quickly established a steady, driving rhythm until they were both warming to another climax.
He slid himself out of her, and as she whined in being deprived of her rod of pleasure, he turned her over on her tummy and drew her toward him until she was supported by her upper chest and legs. He spread her legs and taking each of her buttocks in his hands he pried them apart and slid into her again. She murmured in the pleasure of his return and stayed quiet as she moved himself around inside her.
After a moment or two of this, he slipped out of her again and immediately positioned the head of his prick against her puckered little anus, and leaned into her. She was so relaxed from the orgasms she had experienced and from his plundering of her hot wet cunt, that he penetrated her before she was even aware of his intentions.
She cried out in surprise and discomfort as he pushed into her, stopping when he felt her sphincter clamp around his shaft. Knowing he was lodged within her he waited for her to adjust to his unfamiliar presence.
"Relax now," he told her. "Push back against it with your stomach muscles like you are trying to get rid of it. Don't tighten up. Relax."
He talked quietly to her while she stayed still, and he felt her slowly relaxing her grip on his shaft. She turned her head on her forearms to look at him, her eyes wide and dilated with both tension and arousal. She flinched and closed her eyes tightly as he moved into her slightly. She began to pant and gasp as if she were running a race.
"Oh, Master. I feel so funny. I feel so full, like I can't breathe. It burns," she gasped.
Bob waited until she had relaxed and he felt a flutter of her muscles as they did so, and then leaned into her again, sliding his length into her virgin asshole to the hilt.
"Oh! Oh, Master! Oh, I can feel it inside me. Oh, it burns and hurts. Oh, my Master, you have me. Now I'm yours in every way. Ahhh," she gasped out, her buttocks trembling with strain.
Bob waited a moment and then began to move gently in and out of her, letting her feel him and make the adjustment. He kept his movements slow and gentle for the first few thrusts and then began to increase the length and speed of his movements.
Nina held her breath as he started his movements and then exhaled it explosively and began to gasp in a different manner as the initial discomfort passed away and a feeling of pleasure replaced it.
"Oh, Master, ... oh my lord, . . oh, it feels good, ... it feels good, oh Master, fuck me, . . . fuck me. . eee, . . . fuck my ass ... fuck your slave, Master, oh, oh, Master I'm coming . . . I'm coming, I can feel it ... I'm . . . Uuuhhhhheeee," she screamed as she arched her back and shoved back on him, pushing herself onto his impaling rod.
Bob pushed back against her, lifting with his legs, driving as deep as he could reach, and finally shooting his load of sperm into her bowels with a roar of exultation.
"Ohhhhh," she wailed, and pushed herself back into him trying to regain his prick.
She then remained quiet in his arms as he fondled her breasts and moved his penis between her buttocks. After two or three minutes she heaved a big sigh and said, "I'm tired, Master. Please take me to bed. I want to sleep in your arms tonight. Please?"
Bob turned her toward the forward cabin and began to walk her to it, not relinquishing his hold on her. When they arrived at the bunk, he squeezed her breasts and released them to take her shirt and slip it off her shoulders. She slumped forward and began to climb in the bunk like a sleepy child. He pushed against her hip, tumbling her over and began to pull her socks and leg warmers off.
He smiled when he saw her wet, matted pubic hair and the slick smears of his sperm and her love juices on her thighs and bottom cheeks, and when he felt the tops of the leg warmers they were damp from her overflow.
She had been completely limp during his undressing of her and her breathing had become soft and regular as she slipped into a deep relaxed sleep. As he positioned her in the bunk and pulled the covers up over her, she sighed and nuzzled the pillow, and was still.
Chapter Eighteen
He woke slowly and became aware of a small noise coming from the shower/head. He turned his head and saw Nina standing with one foot up on the toilet, washing herself with a washcloth. He watched as she straightened and turned, rinsing the cloth and then wiping her buttocks and between her legs. He felt himself hardening at the sight of her. She glanced at him as if she could feel his eyes and froze as their eyes met. She began to blush and stepped into the compartment, saying, "Excuse me Master. I didn't mean for you to see me like this. I had hoped to finish before you woke up. I'll use the other room."
"Like hell you will," he said softly. "Step out here and let me watch you. I like to watch you move."
"Oh, please, Master, let me finish in the other room. I'm embarrassed for you to see me this way."
"What if I told you to come sit on the bed and play with yourself, what would you do?"
"Die of embarrassment, because I'm not clean for you."
"I own that body, wench, and I want to watch you clean it. Step over here and let me see you."
Nina came out of the compartment with obvious embarrassment and stood by the bunk with her hands behind her back, not meeting his eyes. He could smell her perfume, and the scent of her body and it affected him even more.
"You smell good, pussycat. Like a fresh fucked slave. You're making me horny, see?" he said lifting the covers.
"Oh, Master," she said, her hands fluttering around her.
"Now, finish washing yourself, and give me a good show of it. You're turning me into a regular peeping torn, you know that?"
She smiled at him shyly and returned to her ablutions. He watched her with interest as she washed and rinsed her firm curves, with graceful movements. She watched him out of the corner of her eyes and with furtive glances. She made sure that she turned herself to give him glimpses of her body as she washed her inner labia and between her legs. She took particular care with her breasts and held enticing poses as she washed herself elsewhere.
When she was through, she dried herself carefully and took a small powder puff and began to dust herself gently, the scent reaching Bob's nose. She then brushed her hair vigorously and caught it up in a pony tail. She then spent a few minutes with her back turned to him, facing the mirror, and applied her makeup.
She then went to her travel bag and took a pair of light brown leg warmers out and putting her foot up on the bunk by Bob's chest, began to slowly put them on. She tugged them into place with a show of smoothing them and opening her legs to check the fit, finally slipping her socks over her feet. She stood before him and with her hands on her hips, asked brightly, "Should I wear panties today, Master?" "What for? They'll just get in the way."
"Thank you. May I wash you, now?" "Before or after?" he said, looking into her deep blue eyes.
"Both, or either, Beloved Master," she breathed, looking at his erection, and licking her lips.
"Now that you're all cleaned up, you can come over here and sit on this thing and take care of its problem," he said turning on his back. "Damn, you make me horny just being around me, you know that?"
"Thank you. I like to hear that," she said coming to him and lifting her body over his. He put his hands behind his head and watched as she took his hardened manhood and carefully fitted it into her.
She sighed as she slid down on him, and gave a little grunt of satisfaction as her pubes contacted his. She looked at him for direction, and receiving only an encouraging smile, began to rock herself back and forth, gently agitating him within her. She moved about, trying various positions and angles, all the while stroking his shaft with her vagina. She lowered her breasts to his chest and bobbed her bottom up and down, sliding his shaft across her aroused clitoris, sending tremors through her body.
"What would you like me to do?" she gasped.
"Just what you're doing is fine. I'm going to come in your nice clean cunt in just a moment."
"Lazy Master, making a poor slave do all the work," she chided him, smiling.
She began to move more vigorously on him, plunging his shaft deeper into her. She watched his eyes and when she saw him start to react to his release, she slammed herself down on him and ground her hips into him, groaning and panting, her own climax erupting as she did so.
She straightened up and continued gentle teasing movements of her lower body as she regained her composure.
"What's that on your titty, slave?" Bob asked.
She cupped herself with one hand and brushed over the circular bruise with the fingers of the other, and looking at it, said, "Someone bit me when I wasn't looking, Master. I'm branded. But if the culprit is ever caught, I'll be able to identify him by comparing this to his dental chart. See?" she said leaning down to show him the pattern of bruises on her breast.
"What do you think your Master will think when he sees that?" he asked her, banteringly.
"I don't know. Probably bite me on the other one," she said, giggling.
"He must be a strange fellow, your Master."
"No, not strange. Unusual perhaps, but not strange."
"Why unusual?"
"Well, he likes for me to wear sexy lingerie and model it for him at work. He likes to kiss and lick my pussy. He likes to watch me when I bend over to see if he can get a peek of my titties. He likes to stroke my legs and my bottom under my skirt while he's telling me what work he wants done at the office. He doesn't beat me just to beat me, yet, although he does like to paddle me sometimes. But what is most unusual is that I think he cares for me as a person, although he owns me, body and soul. And I love it when he punishes me, because I get all hot, and he loves me and the pain goes away. I love to have him handle me, and do what he wants to me. I love being in his power and bending to his will. I love everything about my Master, you see," she told him quietly.
"Even when he makes you perform personal functions for his entertainment, and then fucks you when you're all clean and fresh?"
"Oh yes. I'm his helpless slave, and whatever he wants me to do I must do it. I like for him to watch me, so I can perform and please him. And I love for him to have me, and I stay fresh for him so he can."
"Well, right now, he needs a washing, because his sloppy slave is dribbling her love juice all over his balls."
With a cry of alarm, Nina sprang off him, causing audible evidence of her slipperiness and his connection with her. She rinsed out a washcloth and knelt by the bunk and after kissing the head of his penis, began to clean the evidence of their intercourse from him.
She washed his genitals and then coaxed him until he stood and then she washed and rinsed him from head to foot, finally splashing him with cologne and dusting him with talc. She was going to shave him, but he adamantly forbade that saying that he could still shave himself and brush his own teeth.
After washing herself, she left him to make breakfast while he completed his toilet, and she did everything but cut his food and hand feed him during the meal. She couldn't find enough ways to please him, and Bob took it in good humor, stroking her and pinching her nipples as she moved about.
When they had finished, Nina removed the dishes and began to wash them in the galley. Bob sat watching her for a while and then got up and stood behind her, stroking her neck and arms, occasionally sliding his hands under her arms and fondling her breasts.
"Do you enjoy owning me, Master?"
"Why, yes I do. Why do you ask?"
"Master? When do we have to leave here today?" she said, changing the subject.
"Oh, I don't know. Soon if we are to get back early, I suppose. The wind is fair for our course, and it'll take about four hours to get in."
"Do we have to get back early?"
"Not especially, Nina. Why?"
"Did you enjoy the last time we were here?" she asked.
"Wh. . What do you mean, did I enjoy it?" Bob responded, his attention riveted on the girl. "Did you enjoy it?"
There was no sound from either of them for a period of time.
"What part of it? Is there an answer you're looking for? What do you want me to say?" he finally asked.
"I just want to know if you enjoyed the last time we were here. I am just curious."
"Yes, Nina, I did. I've never done anything like that before in my life, but yes, ... I enjoyed it."
"So did I, my darling," she breathed, relaxing against him.
"God damn, Nina. What are you saying?" growled Bob as he took hold of her arms and pulled her into him, his stiffening erection evident against her.
"Just that I did. You weren't my Master then, and I had no idea that you ever would be. But I wanted you to be, and that's why I teased you into spanking me. I liked having you punish me, and I would like it if you would do it again," she whispered, her head against his. "I just need it from you. You're my beloved Master and I like you to dominate me, and make me suffer in your service. I need it, sir."
"All of it?" he breathed into her ear.
"Yes."
Bob moved his hands from her arms across her breasts to the shirt front, and grasping it pulled it off her shoulders and threw it into the cabin.
Chapter Nineteen
She stood quiet as he turned back to her, put his arms around her, taking her breasts in his hands. She swayed back into him as he began to knead and fondle her. He saw that her nipples were distended and flushed cherry color indicating her arousal. He took the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled and squeezed them, feeling their texture and shape, the areolae and breast tips distending and moving with his manipulation.
Again he was struck by the sight of her breasts standing firmly out from her chest with little sag. He watched them juggle and wobble as he played with them. He was entranced by the feel of her resilient flesh under his fingers. Her skin was flawless and smooth as silk, moving and molding like liquid, while remaining warm and firm to his touch.
He became aware that Nina had discovered his erection, and was slowly massaging her buttocks against it. Other than this small movement, she stood, her arms at her sides, her head leaning back on his chest, waiting passively for his actions.
"Are you sure this is what you want? I hurt you last time, and I will hurt you again if I punish you," Bob said softly against her ear.
"Yes, I'm sure. You didn't hurt me deeply last time. It was only painful for a little while, and it will not hurt me today. I need you to do it, my Master. I need you to spank me, and to whip me again if you wish to," she responded, her buttocks moving more insistently against him.
Bob turned the girl and pushed her gently toward the lounge area. Nina stopped at the table and turned as Bob came up behind her. He saw that she was holding some lengths of line in her hands, and was offering them to him.
As he took them from her, he saw that one was the anchor rope he had used on her the last time, and another was a short length of soft cotton line. "You may wish to tie me," was all Nina said as she lowered her gaze and her head before him, holding her hands out.
Bob felt a small jolt within him, and realized that she was guiding him into another phase of his mastery of her. His face and body flushed with a heat bursting from his loins and spreading through him. His mind seemed to separate itself from his body's reaction to Nina's desirability and vulnerableness, and become cool and calculating in its regard to her. He began to consider the possibilities and options open to him, and smiled, almost grimacing with the intensity of feeling.
His hands fashioned a loop in the cotton line, and he slipped it over her wrists, and with a few quick wraps had her secured.
"Do you know what you've done, girl?" he asked quietly. "Do you know the chance you're taking? Do you think you know me so well that you can encourage me to do this and trust me with your very life? Don't you know that I could torture you and throw you overboard and no one would ever know?"
He felt a small tremor go through her as he spoke the last words, and she took a small shuddering breath and said, "Yes, Master. You can do anything you want with me. I'm yours. I'm your captive."
As she said 'captive' he clamped hard down on her nipple, sending a searing, white hot pain through her. Her head snapped back, her eyes wide with pain and shock, her mouth open with a gasp. Her knees started to buckle from the agony, and was stopped by Bob's unyielding grip on her, bringing a new and increasing pain as she slumped downward and her weight hung from the tip of her breast. He legs convulsed, sending her surging upward, relieving some of the burning pain she felt. The air she had gasped in was emitted in a wall of pain and fear.
She stood trembling with fear and pain as she looked down at the hand that had been giving her pleasure with its caress that now was the source of so much agony.
"See what happens when you do stupid things, Nina? Forcing yourself on me today with no thought of the consequences was stupid, and if you wanted punishment, you'll get it. You'll get it for your stupidity, and maybe it'll teach you something." Bob snarled through his teeth.
He released her nipple from his grip, and she gasped and took a deep shuddering breath. Bob spun her around in front of him, took the band of her leg-warmers and stripped them down her legs with a jerk. He reached around her, passed the line between her legs, tugging on it he pulled it up to her groin, and her hands down to her pubes. He then passed the line through her left arm at the elbow, then across and through her right arm, then under the line as it ran to her other arm. As he tightened the rope, it forced her elbows and shoulders back, lifting her bound wrists, pushing her chest and breasts outward. He pulled sharply on the line where it emerged from between her legs, forcing it into the crack of her ass. He slipped his hand around to her front and finding the line, moved it back and forth, positioning it between the lips of her labia. He then tugged the line again in the back, burying it in her sex, and deeply in the crack of her ass. A few quick adjustments of the line around her arms, finished with a knot, found the girl trussed up tightly, with a length of line trailing down to the deck.
"Feeling any better about your stupidity, Nina?" he asked quietly.
"No, sir," she answered.
"Think maybe it was a mistake?" he persisted. "I don't know, Master."
"Well, maybe we can help you make up your mind," he growled.
Looking up, Bob saw an eyebolt imbedded in a crossmember of the cabin. Taking the end of the line binding her, he passed the end through the eye and pulled it tight, pulling her elbows upward, forcing her to bend forward and tightening the line between the lips of her cunt and ass-cheeks as it lifted her weight.
Iiiieee..." she squealed as the line bit into her tenderness. She scrabbled to keep her feet under her, rising on her toes trying to support her weight on them rather than by her elbows and crotch.
After a few seconds of holding her suspended by the rope, Bob slacked off until she could support herself on her feet, but just barely. She stood, panting with effort, her head hanging down, rising slightly on the balls of her feet to relieve the pressure and discomfort.
Bob took a nipple of her breast in his fingers and rolled it gently. "Comfy?" he asked, lightly.
"N . . No, sir," Nina gasped, watching his fingers. "Good."
Bob released her and walked into the forward cabin, returning in a few seconds holding a canvas deck shoe in his hand. He grasped Nina by one elbow and turned her until her bottom was at an angle to him.
"I discovered the hard way the last time that my hand isn't the best thing to spank you with. So maybe this will do as well," Bob told her.
He raised the arm holding the shoe across his body and brought it down, slamming the sole of the shoe against Nina's buttock with a resounding SMACK.
"YEEoooowwww," screeched Nina, leaping forward in an unthinking effort to get away from the blow. She was snapped up short by the restraining rope, causing her to twist and lose her balance. Her feet came out from under her and she was then swinging, painfully suspended from her elbows and her tender ass and cunt.
"Yeeaaa, Yeeeeaaahh..." she yelped again and again as her swings and efforts to regain her feet ground the rope into her. Bob had grabbed a handful of her hair and had kept her from hitting her head on anything as she flailed around.
"Now, I think you have discovered the price of not watching what you're doing. Now you get the choice of standing and taking your punishment, or jumping around and cutting yourself up on the rope. Think about it before you do it, now," Bob said to her, drawing back for another swat.
SMACK, the shoe slamming into her again. Her head snapped up as she moaned, and she scrabbled about on her feet to maintain her balance. As she regained her balance, Bob struck her again. Again she maintained her position, bent before him, waiting.
Again and again the cycle was repeated with Bob switching sides to assure an even application of blows on her ass-cheeks. For the most part, Nina was able to maintain her position while wailing and crying from the pain, but periodically she slipped or reacted to a particularly well-placed swat, and found herself painfully suspended as the rope cut into her, bruising and scraping the tender flesh of her cunt. As her strength waned, Bob had to assist her to her feet, and she stood there sobbing and cringing, her breasts pulsing as they hung from her heaving chest, her buttocks quivering from the shock and pain of the beating, waiting for the next blow.
"Had enough?" Bob asked, bending over to peer at her tear-streaked face.
"Ye . . Ye. . Yess . . ss . . sir," she sobbed, her face twisted in pain.
"Well, maybe that's enough of that. Unfortunately, it's not enough of your punishment," Bob told her, untying the line and allowing her to stand solidly on the deck. The discomfort of her labia and perineum was evident in the way she hunched over, trying to remove the line from contact with the tender membranes.
"A little sore there?" Bob asked fatuously.
"Oh, yes, very," the girl gasped.
"Like some help there?" he asked in a bantering tone.
"Oh, yes, sir. I would do anything if you would remove the rope. Please, sir?" she begged, sobbing.
"Anything?" asked Bob.
"Oh . . . yes, Master. Just please remove it."
"See what kind of trouble you get yourself into when you aren't careful? Anything, huh? Like what?"
"Anything you wish, anything at all, please," Nina pleaded, twisting and turning in discomfort.
"Let me see. How about bending you over and stuffing myself into your ass hole, dry? How about four fingers in your little cunt, or my fist for that matter?"
Bob chuckled as he untied the line from around her body, at last removing it from between her legs, pulling it out from the lips of her vulva, much to Nina's relief. He kept her wrists tied, however, and after a couple of minutes' respite while he examined the condition of her buttocks, moved around in front of her and pulled her toward the compression post, a six-inch diameter length of straight-grained oak carrying the weight and pressure of the mast to the keel-block.
He tossed her skirt down in front of her and ordered her to kneel on it, and when she had done so, tied her wrists to the post in front of her.
Bob went to the galley, poured himself a cup of coffee and returned to stand behind the kneeling girl. She had her head lowered onto her arms which were held up in front of her by the rope. She was still breathing deeply, and, he noticed, clenching her buttocks and moving her thighs together as if trying to rub something.
As small shudder passed through her lower body, and her head moved a little as she gasped slightly. 'The little minx was trying to get herself off by rubbing her legs together,' realized Bob with a start of surprise. 'She's hotter than a two dollar pistol from the spanking I gave her. Well, well, well! I guess I haven't hurt her after all.'
"Nina," Bob said softly. Nina's movement ceased instantly, and she stiffened slightly.
"Are you a naughty girl playing with herself?"
Her head dropped to her arms, and her body slumped with embarrassment. "I need to, sir. I want to. Please let me," she whined.
"Open your legs, Nina," came the quiet order.
"Oh, please, Master. Please . . ." she begged, looking over her shoulder at him.
"NOW!"
Her eyes widened, and she flinched at the bark of his command, and her legs slid apart as if by reflex.
"The purpose of this exercise is not to provide you with a good time, is it?" he asked, smiling coldly.
"No," she replied, still looking at him.
"No. It is to remind you not to do stupid things, and get yourself into trouble, isn't it?" he continued.
"Yes."
"You won't enjoy yourself until I tell you to, will you?"
"No, Master.
"Good." Bob finished his coffee with a gulp, and put the cup on the counter. He then knelt down next to Nina, whose eyes had never left his face. He slid his left hand over her hip, down across the softness of her belly to the curly blond hair below. His fingers played with her thatch for a few seconds, then descended to cup her sex.
Nina's eyes closed, and she gasped softly as his fingers sleeked past her pussy-lips and she rolled her pelvis forward to meet his hand as it settled on her. She tried to thrust herself into his hand gently, trying to achieve release.
"My, my. How did you get so wet here?" he asked softly.
"Oh ... sir ..." she gasped out.
"Do you like what I did to you?"
"Yesss. . . noo . . oo. . . I like having you do it ... I don't. . . like it . . ."
Bob watched her face, moving with the waves of emotion passing across it. Without moving his left hand, he raised his right, and brought his hand down to slap her on her right buttock. "FREEZE!"
Nina grunted in her throat as the slap landed, and she obeyed the command, freezing in her kneeling position, hardly breathing.
"When I want you to come . . . I'll tell you . . . remember?"
"Yes, Master," came the whispered reply.
"You'd like me to play with you, wouldn't you?" he asked, his fingers moving over her outer labia lightly.
"Yes, oh yes," she whispered. He could feel the tension in her body. She wanted to move against him, but was being held in check by his command.
Her breath was coming in small gasps as she tried to remain absolutely immobile.
"You'd like me to finger-fuck you, too, wouldn't you," he whispered in her ear as he moved his second finger over her warm wet slit, being careful not to enter her vagina.
"Oh God..." she gasped out. "Yessss, yesss. . . I, . . . I. . . would," she whispered in return, her eyes screwed shut with the effort of not moving.
"Humm," Bob grunted, rising from his position beside her. As he moved his hand away, he stiffened his finger, flicking it into her vagina, out again and across her clitoris in a split second.
"Aaarrrhhhh," Nina cried out as her pelvis convulsed in response to the stab of fire from her clitoris. She began to pant as if recovering from a physical ordeal. Her head hung down on her arms again.
Bob waited quietly as Nina's breathing slowed to normal, the tension draining out of her, her composure regained. He used the time to refuel the heater, to go on deck briefly to check the anchors and rigging, and to make sure they were still alone in the small cove. He didn't want any visitors dropping in, now.
He returned below, excited at what he would see there. Nina. Nina, bound for his pleasure. His penis surged with the memory of her soft flesh, and warm wetness. Yeah, it was time for some release for both of them.
God damn, he could hardly believe Nina's reaction to the spanking. If he'd left his finger in her she'd have gone off like a firecracker. And nothing but this perverse desire to deny and punish her to keep it from happening. 'Damn, Boy. You've become a mean-natured bastard all of a sudden. Either that, or she's got you dancing a pretty strange tune,' he thought.
"Nina . . . stand up," Bob said as he came up behind her. He watched as she got to her feet, noting the glossy redness of her ass cheeks. They looked like they were glowing, like metal heated in a furnace.
He went to a locker behind him and removed a length of aluminum tubing from it. The tubing was a section of a collapsible oar that had come with his inflatable dinghy. It was about three feet long and an inch and a half in diameter, and he thought it would be rugged enough for his purpose.
He untied Nina from the compression post, and loosened her hands from their bindings. She stood rubbing her wrists and arms, not looking at him. He turned her around until she faced the settee.
"Bend over and grab your ankles, and keep your legs straight," Bob directed. "Put your forehead in the seat, and brace yourself." As Nina did as she was directed, Bob ran his hand over her bottom, feeling the heat, and running his fingers into the crack of her ass, ran his fingers across the abrasions caused by the rope, making the girl flinch.
He placed the tubing across the back of her knees and pushed her legs together. "Wrap your arms around this and hold it with your hands against your shins." After some initial fumbling, Bob had the tubing adjusted so she was holding it firmly against the back of her knees with the inside bend of her elbows. He knelt quickly and slipped the loop of rope around her wrists, wrapping and knotting it, binding her securely.
He stepped back and looked at her. She was arched over, the nubbiness of her spine running down into the crack of her prominently displayed ass. Her forced position caused her ass-cheeks to jut out proudly, with the little fig of her pussy with its silky, curly hair peeping out between the backs of her legs.
Bob reached behind him and picked up the length of line he had placed on the table, and doubled it, holding it at the bend.
Nina, catching a glimpse of him behind her, began to whimper and try to move away.
Bob reached out and placed his hand over her back, on her hip. "Don't you move," he said slowly. His hand slid down her back to her ass-cheeks, fondling and pinching her, continuing down her leg and then up between them to the pouting lips of her cunt. He moved his fingers up and down the furrow, feeling, massaging and fondling her moist nether lips, making them open and expand like a flower.
Nina shivered and twisted slightly, gasping and sighing under his ministrations.
Satisfied with her reaction, his hand moved down her near leg, much to Nina's evident disappointment. He continued to stroke and feel her for a few moments, as she relaxed under his touch.
He slid his hand up until it rested lightly on the small of her back, while slowly raising the doubled rope in the other hand. He slashed the rope down across her jutting buttocks, striking across the fleshiest part.
"Yeeaaahhhh ..." Nina screamed, her legs and body surging with the fiery pain of the unexpected blow. She tottered as if she was going to fall, but Bob steadied her with his hand on her back.
"Stand up. I thought you liked this," Bob said.
"Well, if you do, here comes some more." And fitting his words with action, he began to methodically slash the rope end across her buttocks. When he had delivered a full dozen, he moved around to her other side and continued the punishment.
Nina was squealing and screaming with pain, crying out to him to stop, to have mercy. Her cries were interspersed with words and inarticulate sounds as the blows rained across her ass.
After a couple of dozen stripes had been delivered, Bob noticed that her cries had lost their urgency and shrillness, and were becoming mere responses to the blows. Deciding that the current target was becoming insensitive, he lowered his point of attack and began to slash across the tops of her legs.
He was immediately rewarded with Nina's screams of real distress and pain.
"Oh Master . . . for God's sake . . . please sir not there . . . please . . . please ..." she cried as she tried vainly to convince him to stop.
"You don't like it there?" Bob growled. "How about here instead?"
With the final word, he shortened and turned the blow, causing the rope ends to land right in the crack between her belabored ass-cheeks. The ends buried themselves in the soft wetness of her cunt-lips.
Nina convulsed as if she had been electrocuted. The breath rushed from her lungs with a gasp, her head snapped back to its extreme, her mouth opened in agony. She strained against her bonds, the muscles standing corded and rigid in her legs, buttocks, back and arms, with the effort to escape.
Her chest heaved, air rushing in to be expelled again in a scream of agony and shame.
"AAAaaarrrrgggghhhh ..." she screamed, collapsing forward, her head and chest against the seat.
"NO! STAND!" came the command, coupled with another slash into the softness of her inner thighs.
"Waaaahhhh..." came the bawl from her lips as she tried to regain her position.
Again the rope end snicked into her soft love-purse, adding to the fire that burned deeply there.
"Oooohhhhhaaaaahhhhh," Nina wailed again in agony from the blow.
Chapter Twenty
"Have I hurt you deeply enough now?" he growled in her ear as she stood, bent over, her buttocks quivering, her legs moving in sympathy and with the effort of standing, her fingers and toes clenching in a symphony of anguish.
"Ye . . e . . . ssss . . . pie . . . please . . se . . ss . . . sir ... please ..." Nina sobbed.
Bob looked at her for a long moment, watching her movements in response to the pain he had inflicted, the heaving of her chest as she sobbed and gasped great lungsful of air. He reached out and softly stroked the red striped buttocks, feeling the welts the rope end had raised there.
Nina trembled as he touched her, standing as quiet as her sobbing would allow as he continued to stroke and fondle her. She gave a little start as his fingers slid across the swollen lips of her sex and then stilled, not breathing, as he explored them softly.
His fingers slid lower on her body to the pulsing red button peeking out through the lips, and she gasped and bucked in an involuntary response to the tingle that ran through her as he touched her clitoris. He paused there, his fingers softly and insistently teasing and tickling the source of her erotic delight. She began to move in concert with his actions, a small murmur like a purr could be heard coming from her throat.
Bob ceased his torment of her little love-button, and slid his fingers forward to comb through her pubic hair to her belly, much to the disappointment of the girl, who whined like a child deprived of a candy.
He spread his fingers slightly and retraced his path back upward, passing outside the lips of Nina's pussy, gently massaging as he went. His fingers moved slowly up her puffy lips to their apex, pausing briefly, slid into the crack between her buttocks.
He leisurely explored the perineum, feeling the abrasions there and on the inner surfaces of her legs. Nina moved uneasily as he touched these obviously sore spots, and flinched as his finger found her puckered anus.
Bob watched her as he very gently moved his index finger across and around the little hole. He was faintly amused to feel the muscles, which trembled at his first touch, relax and soften as he massaged and stroked them softly. Her face had also slowly relaxed and her breathing became more even and deeper as he continued his manipulation.
He moved his finger slowly around and around that small orifice, finally arriving at its center. Continuing his motions, but increasing the pressure on it, he was mildly surprised to feel it begin to open, allowing his finger to sink slightly into its moist depths.
Caught up in what he was doing, he continued to push his finger inward, watching her anus as it relaxed even more. He glanced at Nina's face and saw that she had her eyes closed and had a look of concentration, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
Meeting with some resistance due to a loss of moistening, he removed his finger, and even as Nina whined again, dipped his middle finger into her vagina, moistening it. She started at his abrupt invasion, and then tried to move back on his finger to capture it inside. Bob slipped the finger out and placed it back in the middle of her anus, and with gentle pressure began to insert it inside her.
"Ahuuhhh," Nina gasped as he slipped inside to the second knuckle in an instant. He stopped and allowed the heat and silken moist feel of her ass-hole to seep into his finger. It was like the first time he had felt the inside of a girl's pussy. Hot, softly gripping walls, moistness flowing around it.
He withdrew his finger to its tip, and plunged into her again. "Uummmm" Nina moaned with the splash of pleasure his thrust gave her. He continued his thrusting in and out of the girl's fundament, enjoying the feeling of fingering her ass-hole, and the sounds of pleasure he was evoking from his captive.
She began to thrust her pelvis back upon his finger as it moved into her, striving to get it deeper inside, to get more pleasure. He slowed his movements causing a slowing of the girl's response, finally stopping altogether, his finger buried inside her. He could hear Nina's deep, passion driven breathing, and felt a flutter of muscle deep inside her, and knew she was approaching a climax.
He waited a moment, watching her, and then with a jerk, removed his finger from her body. Her anal ring remained open, quivering minutely with the sensation of his passage, as if searching for him, and then collapsed, reluctantly, inward on itself. "Oooohhh," Nina whined, at her deprivation of sensation.
Bob stood up, his rock-hard manhood projecting insistently against his clothes. In the fever of his punishing the girl he had not been conscious of his need for relief, but now his body reasserted itself.
"Now, my little captive, you'll get fucked. Would you like that?" he asked lightly, opening the front of his jump suit. He glanced at the chronometer on the bulkhead and was surprised to find that over an hour had passed since he began on Nina.
"Oh, . . . yes, . . . yes I would. Please Master, please fuck me, please." Nina begged, turning her head to look at him.
"Do you think I care if you enjoy it, or not, Girl?" he asked smiling at her.
"No sir, but I hope you will use me for your enjoyment, and I'll be happy with that. Please?" she answered softly, her eyes glittering with moisture.
"God damn. I bet you will at that," he said in mild wonderment. He'd never met anyone like this quiet, compliant, erotic little lady, in his life.
He moved quickly to the ladder and sliding the hatch back, made a rapid, but thorough surveillance of the boat and its surroundings. Satisfied that all was well, he retreated back to the cabin, securing the hatch behind him.
The sight of the girl's form bent over with her buttocks and pussy presented to him, waiting patiently for his pleasure sent a tingle of delight and anticipation through him.
He reached down and slid the restraining tube out from its position, releasing the girl's arms. She remained bent over and moved her bound hands up under her face, rubbing her cheeks and forehead, pushing the hair away from her face.
Bob moved around behind her, took her hips in his hands and with a thrust of his pelvis, speared his engorged penis between her legs. It hit her slit just under her clitoris, and sleeked itself up through the outer lips of her labia, sliding across her sensitive little button sending a shockwave of hot pleasure through her nervous system. Her legs snapped straight as the sensation flashed through her and Bob's belly and thighs smacked into her bottom, his rigid pole forced downward, applying pressure against the sensitized flesh of her cunt.
"Aaahhhh," Nina breathed as he came up against her. Bob pushed her gently but firmly further into the seat so she was supporting herself with her elbows and forehead on the seat cushions. As she moved away from him, the head of his prick moved into her wet slit, and with a little dip of his legs, and a small thrust of his hips, embedded itself in the entrance of her vagina.
He held himself there for a moment, Nina motionless in anticipation of his thrust into her body. As if deciding against gentleness, Bob slammed himself into her, burying himself to the hair with one thrust.
"Ummmffff," she exhaled with the force of his entry, her hips moving back to meet him. He commenced a rhythmic slamming of his meat into her, at first feeling the slickness of her, and then hearing the liquid sounds of his thrusts and withdrawals from her increasingly wet hole.
He continued, the tempo never varying, but the violence of his thrusting increasing as he felt the pressure of his release building. He felt the first spasm of ejaculation and slammed into the girl's cunt with a force great enough to lift her feet from the deck. With each successive spasm, he speared into her, his hands clutching her hips, pulling her body back into him, trying to plumb her vitals.
Panting, sucking great gulps of air into his lungs, he continued his assault on her, his penis never losing its ferocious hardness, his lips drawn back into a snarl of passion.
He shoved Nina sideways against the bottom, turning her so her back was against the backrest, never withdrawing his weapon from its sheath. He lifted her left leg and held it against his chest, stretching the girl's legs apart, gaining greater access to her.
Her face was turned toward him and he looked at her. Her eyes were staring into his, her mouth working, her lower lip caught between her teeth, then being released with a gasp as he drilled into her, to be caught again. Her eyes closed as a shudder passed through her body, and he knew she had climaxed. He kept watching as he thrust into her, and moments later she repeated the performance.
She was coming repeatedly in spite, or perhaps because, of the brutal use he was making of her body. There was no tenderness in his ravishment. It was almost as if she were a warm, wet, masturbation device, and he was using it for his own satisfaction.
She was gasping as hard as he was, deriving fully as much pleasure from his use of her as he did, wholly caught up in the violence of the act.
He withdrew himself with a snap of his hips, and placed the head of his slick, hot tool against Nina's puckered hole and pushed hard. Her head hunched down onto her shoulders and her eyes screwed up in her pain and distress as he forced his way into her. He imbedded himself to the hair in her and paused for a moment, savoring the rape of her anus.
With a grunt, he started to plunge in and out of her with the same disregard of her feelings or comfort. She wailed for the first minute of penetration and then her complaints turned to whimpers of submission and response.
He felt the pressure building in his balls. He could feel the liquid fire moving within them. He looked again at the eyes staring at him, she reading his lust and thrilling to it.
He felt the beginning of his release, the tentative spasms of his body striving for completion.
His head snapped backward to its extreme as the climax exploded through him. He mouth open, his face drawn into a rictus of spermatic ecstasy. He clutched Nina's extended leg against him, slamming his manhood into her, his muscles corded and straining, his legs surging as the spasms of release thrummed through him. The fury of his emotion caused him to lift her body from the cushions as he drove himself into her.
When the passion passed, he slowly released her body, allowing her leg to slide downward. He became aware of the movement of the form under him, and he opened his eyes to see Nina and flexing with the waves of orgasmic spasms racking her body.
Then she too, slowly passed the peak of her intense reaction to her passions, and her movements slowed, becoming languid and more fluid, finally ceasing.
She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him, wide eyed and still, waiting.
He pulled back, causing a mutual spasm of feeling as his softening penis slipped out of her. He felt the coolness as the air hit his heated wet tool, and a thought slipped into his consciousness. He reached down and cupped his hand behind Nina's head, raising her from the settee. Still holding her head, he sat back on the cushions behind him, drawing her face down toward his crotch.
"Here, clean me with your mouth and tongue, like a good little slave girl," Bob instructed her. He had expected some resistance to his demand, and was slightly disappointed when she willingly bent to the task.
She lovingly took him into her mouth, and holding the shaft and his balls in her bound hands, began to suck and lick the slickness from him. When she had finished removing all the evidence of their mutual spending from his penis, she began to lick and suck on his testicles, the inside of his legs and his pubic hair, removing all traces of their encounter.
Bob gently took her head in his hand and disengaged her from her labors, lifting her up to rest against the cushions. He watched as she relaxed, laying her head down on the top of the seat, her face in quiet repose, her eyes searching his face.
Without conscious thought Bob leaned forward, taking her chin and jaw in his hand, lowered his lips to hers, kissing her. Her mouth opened under his, and his tongue slipped inside, exploring and caressing.
His hand slipped down her neck, over her shoulder, cupping under her breast, feeling, fondling, gently weighing it as if feeling it for the first time. He left the warm fruit, and his hand continued its journey downward, sliding across her belly, gently caressing and playing with her navel, fondling her firm, muscular flesh, then sliding down to cup her sex again.
As their kiss continued, his fingers busied themselves with the lips and folds of her vagina, finally slipping two fingers into her, gently agitating the silky wetness inside. Nina began to move against his hand, her breath deepening, becoming more ragged with her arousing passion.
Bob broke off the kiss, and looking into her eyes, slipped his fingers out of her, watching the flicker of disappointment in them. His hand came up to his mouth, and he put his girl-slick fingers into it, sucking the taste of her from them, his eyes never leaving hers.
Taking his fingers from his mouth, he again cupped a breast, lifting it in his palm. He lowered his face to it, and taking the nipple into his mouth, sucked it intensely, rubbing the tip of his tongue across the tip. Nina gasped at the wave of feeling it gave her, and moved her chest toward him to feed more of herself into his mouth.
Bob ended his oral caress with a little nip of her nipple with his teeth, making her flinch with the unexpected prick of pain.
Bob raised his head and looked her in the eyes, watching her, not saying a word as he took her wrists and untied them, freeing her from her bonds.
"Enough of this, it's time for us to go," he said at length. "We've dallied long enough, and if we are to get back at any decent time, we have to leave."
He smiled at the girl, and raised his hand to caress her cheek. As his hand touched her, she took it in her hands, and turning her head, gently kissed his palm and fingers, then moving it back to her cheek, held it against her, her eyes closed.
Chapter Twenty-One
"Robert, I've got a little task for you. Is your passport up to date?" Alex said to him when he answered the phone.
"Yes, sir, it is. Where am I going?" Bob asked.
"England. There is a shipment of our commodity that needs to be seen safely there, and I'd like you to take care of it. Do you mind?"
"Certainly not, sir. My calendar can be cleared and I'll be happy to do it."
"Good. We're a bit rushed and it will solve a problem for us. The consignee insists that the shipment be escorted and the shipper, a friend of mine, can't go. He'll be pleased to know you can do it for him," Alex told him.
"Does he expect any difficulties," Bob asked, considering the implications.
"No, none whatsoever. It's just a condition of the sale and it needs to be completed as such. It'll only take you a couple of days so you'll be able to be back for the Samulsons' party. You wouldn't want to miss that would you?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, I wouldn't, because I want to see how she's going to pull it off. I just hope I can keep a straight face when you disappear for a half hour."
"So do I. I'll send the limo over to your apartment for you in about an hour. That should give you time to pack a few things. I'll go to the pickup point with you, and to the airport so we can talk about your trip. I'm sorry you're going to have to miss your lunch today, but perhaps the trip will make up for it. You probably need the rest anyway. See you in an hour," Alex said as he hung up.
Bob could almost see the smile on Alex's face as he put the phone down. He'd been looking forward to this lunch, because it was the first one with Nina for a week. Well, duty calls, he thought. He picked up the phone and punched Tom's office number.
He'd authorized Tom to hire his own secretary or aide, and he'd found a suitable woman who was doing his work, as well as keeping the vital paperwork flowing to Bob when Nina was absent. Her desk and work area was close to the plant entrance so she could act as receptionist as well as Tom's secretary.
"Let me speak to him, Alice," Bob said when the secretary answered.
"Yes, Tom, Bob. I'm going to be out of the country for a couple of days, so you'll have it," Bob told his assistant. "I've had a ton of jobs to do for the Old Man, so I'm going to give Nina a chunk of research to do while I'm gone. She may not be in while I'm gone because she'll be at the Library or headquarters, so don't worry if she's not here. Have Alice pick up the calls, OK? Good, and thanks. See you in a couple of days."
He buzzed Nina and told her to come in. She promptly presented herself at his chair with a small smile on her face. Bob sat back and put his hand between her legs and slipped it slowly upward. He was growing to thoroughly enjoy being able to let his hand meander under his secretary's skirt. He loved the feel of her legs sheathed in warm nylon, and the satin smooth skin above them. His fingers roamed higher and encountered Nina's pubic hair. He looked up to find her smiling impishly at him.
"You're getting pretty fast at getting out of those things, aren't you?" he said running his fingers along the lips of her pouting pussy.
"A slave must always be accessible to her master," she said innocently.
He slid his hand back through her legs until he was cupping one of her buttocks. He wriggled his thumb into the crease and toyed with her little hole as he stroked and fondled her with his fingers.
"Alexander just called and I'll be leaving for England tonight. His limo will pick me up at the apartment in an hour. I'll be gone two days, so I want you to finish up the work you have, and then work with Evalina tomorrow, all day. Have that report I drafted finished and on my desk when I get back. Any problems?"
"No, Master, except I was looking forward to lunch today," she pouted.
"So was I, Pussy. I had plans for your backside, but they'll have to wait. Oh, one more thing. Have Evalina go with you to the Mulholland House and check the progress. Make sure the security program is in effect and that we're on schedule.
"Now," he said trailing his fingers back between her moistening labia, "I've got to go or I'll succumb to the temptation of having you for lunch."
* * *
Bob had just managed to get his bag packed when Ito rang the doorbell. He carried Bob's bag to the car and held the door for him without a word being spoken. Bob couldn't quite get comfortable with Alex's chauffeur. Bob always got the feeling that he was barely under control and if Alex slipped the leash, Ito would be very dangerous to deal with.
Alex handed Bob his tickets and began to relate the circumstances of the trip. The woman, Dorothy, had been a slave of Alex's friend for five or six years and was being returned to England as part of a deal involving property, slaves and other commodities. The buyer didn't want any of his slaves traveling unescorted, so Bob was being drafted as the 'escort'.
"This is something of a break for us, too, Robert. The buyer in England, Charles Detmers, is beginning to think about retiring. He has three or four companies here in the States that could make very good acquisitions for us if the price is right. This will give you an opportunity to meet him and talk a bit. Try to get a feel for what's happening there. Just a feeling. Nothing overt or even covert at this point. If you feel comfortable about it, we'll pursue it. If not, we'll wait and look elsewhere."
"What am I expected to do with this slave on the trip?" asked Bob.
"Nothing really. We've arranged for you to sit together, but to anyone else, you don't have to each other. You can get acquainted on the trip, being seat mates, but it can be casual. She'll take care of herself through Customs and you'll both be picked up as you clear, if you like. You'll have her paperwork disguised as your business notes, which you'll give to Charles when you see him. Simplicity itself, really," said Alex.
"Anyone else know about the trip, or have any interest in it that I should be aware of?" Bob asked.
"Not that I'm aware of. There isn't usually on these things. If security was required, other means would be used, and you certainly wouldn't be involved. Not for your first foray." Alex smiled. "Oh, you may be given an ink pen or something of that nature. I'm not sure if Richard uses the tampon, but if he does, it presents no problem for you. All you have to do is keep the pen with you at all times and give it to Charles when you arrive."
"Uses a tampon? What's that, and what's the pen for?" Bob asked.
"The tampon is a little device inserted in a slave's vagina, just like the real thing. It's harmless as long as it stays inside her and she stays within two or three hundred feet of you and the pen. The pen is a low power, special frequency transponder. As long as the tampon senses the presence of the transponder, and is not touched by metal or removed from its position, all is well. If the tampon is activated by anything like that, a small detonation takes place, and the slave is dead from poison within seconds. It will be removed harmlessly at the destination. It keeps slaves from being tempted, and preserves confidentiality," Alex explained. "Neither the pen or the tampon will activate any security device, nor will it be detected by any equipment not specifically tuned to its exact frequency, and looking for its particular code. It has worked very well for us for three or four years now."
"But you're not sure it's going to be used? I would think that it would always be used. By the way, what do I do if the slave gets out of hand during the trip?" Bob asked.
"Well it's not used by everyone because not everyone likes it, for a variety of reasons. I most always use it during the transport of any of my pets, with some exceptions. But not everyone does, so to each his own," Alex said. "If she gets unruly, handle it the best way possible. Do whatever you must to take care of the problem. If you have the pen, and you decide on termination, just push the clicker on top, hold it down and push the tip hard against a solid surface. Act surprised when she succumbs and give the pen to Charles when you see him."
Alex smiled ruefully at the look on Bob's face. "Remember I told you that security of the owners is paramount. You know that slaves are expendable, and indeed are expended every day. You are mature enough to make decisions regarding the welfare and disposition of slaves, that's why you are my chosen heir. Do what is necessary if the situation arises, but I am convinced you will have a pleasant trip, and will enjoy meeting Charles. He's a very interesting fellow in his way."
The car pulled into a driveway in the hills and was immediately passed through the gate. They were met at the front door by a blond man of medium height and an engaging smile. He and Alex greeted each other warmly, and he congratulated Bob on his promotion and acquisition of Nina. He seemed genuinely pleased to meet Bob and thanked him for taking the trouble to help him out.
"I've got a production schedule I can't delay or get out of to make the trip myself," he said showing them into a glassed-in patio. "Coffee or a drink?" he asked picking up a small bell.
Richard shook it when Alex and Bob nodded and a girl came into the room immediately.
She was slender, lithe and moved gracefully across the floor to kneel in front of her master, accompanied by the sounds of brightly tinkling bells. Apart from the shiny, brass decorated harness she was wearing, Bob was fascinated by the fact that the rich, glossy chestnut hair of her head was exactly matched by the color of the rich chestnut hair of her tail.
When she stood after receiving her orders, Bob was able to see her better and was taken by the overall effect. On her feet she wore knee high boots or stockings that were covered with long white fur. Her tail emerged from a leather covered shaft held between her buttocks by her lower harness. It jutted proudly out at an angle and cascaded almost to the floor behind her. There was a strap around her waist to a brass ring just above her brushed and trimmed pubic hair and down between her legs holding the device in place. The tail bobbed and swished as her cheeks moved when she walked. Her throat, upper arms, wrists and chest were circled with shiny leather studs and fastened with polished brass studs and rings. Small brass bells were attached to her wrists and to rings piercing the nipples of her pert, thrusting breasts. Her skin glowed with a honey tan, unbroken by a line or shadow of clothing.
The effect was striking and arousing, emphasizing the girl's bondage and creating the illusion of her being both equine and human.
Richard smiled at Bob and said, "As you see, I keep trotting horses. Both kinds. The four legged ones run in the local events and the two legged ones race here at home and keep me amused. Surprising how graceful they can be trotting around the track pulling a cart. And they move well to the whip, too. I've got a couple that have qualified for the Stakes up north, but not at professional tracks, yet."
"Yes, you do have a nice stable, Richard," laughed Alex. "I've both made and lost a bit of money betting on some of your animals."
"Still bitter about that, are you? I told you not to bet against that Greek. She really moved well, and you could see the strength in her when she paced. Don't blame me for that one, my friend," Richard chuckled.
"Yes, and the drugs helped, too," Alex said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, Dimitri burned her out pretty quickly with those. He had to put her down soon after that race. I won't race against him anymore, you know. I don't approve of that kind of thing at all. No sport in it. No fun either."
The girl returned, jingling smoothly across the floor and placed the serving tray on a table. She served each in turn.
"Is Dorothy ready to go?" Alex asked.
"Yes, except for being introduced to Robert, here. You have three or four hours before your flight, so I thought you'd like to get to know Dorothy and allow her to adjust to your care. You don't mind do you, Robert?" Richard asked looking at Bob.
"No, of course I don't mind. What would you like me to do?"
"Well, you might want to pet her and use her a bit to settle her down. She's excellent any way you want to take her, and well able to take recreational punishment. I wouldn't want her marked now just before delivery, though I'm sure Charles wouldn't mind much. She responds best to firmness, so if you have to instruct her in anything that's the ticket. She knows her role, and will play it, but if the odd situation occurs, firmness and clear direction will control her," Richard said calmly. "I've decided to follow Alex's advice and use the tampon this trip, so when you're through we'll insert it and see you on your way. I sent Charles the code by wire this morning, Alex, so we're covered there."
"Have your coffee and I'll take you to her. She': stabled just down the hall."
Richard opened the door and motioned Bob through. She was chained by the bed with a single chain from her throat strap to the ring in the wall. She looked up at them with a little smile trembling on her lips and knelt into the offering position immediately.
"This slave's name is Dorothy, Robert. She's a loving, well dispositioned little animal, and I think you'll have no trouble with her. Dorothy, Master Robert has agreed to see you safely to your new master's home. You may greet him, now."
"I am yours to command, Master Robert. My life is in your hands and I will obey you in all things. How may I serve you now?" she asked him in a soft quiet voice.
"I'll see you in an hour or so, Robert. Take your time," Richard said walking to the door. "If you wish anything, ask Dorothy and she'll get it or take you where you want."
Dorothy was a taller than average, slender, brunette with a deep all-over tan. She was naked except for the straps around her neck, wrists, thighs and ankles. She had the svelte, muscular look of an athlete, honed to peak efficiency by training and exertion.
"Stand up please, Dorothy," Bob said.
She rose with a single fluid motion and stood motionless before him with her head lowered. Her calves, thighs and buttocks had been developed by the tasks she had performed, attested to by the bulging and flexing of the major muscles as she moved. Her hips were broad and her waist slim for her size. Her chest and shoulders showed strength and power. Her breasts were little more than fatty pads sitting on her chest with surprisingly large puffy areolae. She was hairless and shiny smooth all over. Her pubes were tanned and smooth, indicating that this condition was one of long standing.
She started slightly and blew through her nose when Bob stroked her flank with his hand. He squeezed her buttock and was startled at the rock hardness of the muscle there.
Continuing his stroking, he walked around her trying to analyze his feelings about this unusual woman. She was considerably less womanly than he was used to and physically harder than most men he knew.
"Tell me about yourself, Dorothy," he said as he slid his hand down to cup her vulva.
"I was one of Master Richard's trotters, but I'm getting too slow to be competitive now, so he's allowing me to be used for less strenuous duties. I'm trained in European arts and in music. I play seven instruments and speak three languages fluently," she told him as he moved his fingers over her nether lips.
"I'm in the mood for some unusual sex, Dorothy, what can you offer?"
"I'm sorry, but I don't know your tastes, so I wouldn't dare make any suggestions. Subject me to what ever you will, and I will serve you. Forgive me for saying so without permission, Master, but I was hoping you'd want me before we left. I'm a little nervous and I think it would help settle me down," she said.
"Humm. Spread your legs and bend over, dear," Bob said stepping back from her.
She took a couple of steps toward the wall, spread her feet out to shoulder width and bent forward at the hips, keeping her legs straight. She wrapped her arms around her calves and stayed motionless waiting. Bob was amazed at the accessibility of both her vagina and her anus. He placed his hand on her pudendum and massaged the taut lips of her pussy with the heel of his hand while he toyed with her anus with his fingers.
She consciously relaxed her sphincter muscle inviting him to penetrate her. He pushed one and then two fingers into her and began to move them about. He placed his thumb against the bottom of her vestibule and wriggled it into her vagina. She panted a little from discomfort, not being properly lubricated, but bore the invasion without comment. Both her orifices felt tight as he entered them.
Bob continued moving his fingers in her anus, adding a slight twisting motion as he began thrusting in and out of her, pivoting on his imbedded thumb. He continued this action for a moment and then told her to straighten up with her hands on her knees. The several deep breaths she took confirmed his suspicion that she was in some distress in the former position.
She was warming to his manipulation of her body and was beginning to get wetter and slipperier. When he brushed her clitoris with the fingers of his other hand, she clamped down with her sphincter with such force his fingers were trapped and unable to move.
"Oh, ho. That's quite a trick, Sweetheart. Where'd you learn that?"
"I'm sorry, Master, did I startle you? I'm somewhat unusually developed there from holding my tail in place for so long. I don't even know when I do that sometimes. Master Richard likes it when one of us squeezes him that way," she told him.
"Well, we'll see if I like it in a little while. Do you squeeze with your pussy too?"
"Oh, yes, Master, but not as hard. One of the trotters here can hold a bowling pin so tightly, it takes a pull of forty five pounds to pull it out. Master Richard has her trained for fisting, and he enjoys moving her about with his hand inside her."
"Why don't you help me undress now, Dorothy. I'm about ready for you," Bob said taking his hands away from her. When Bob released her from the tether, she knelt and helped him undress and hung his clothes in a closet. She helped him into a robe and stood before him waiting.
He put her hands on his shoulders and reached down and lifted one of her legs to his shoulder where he held it in place. She smiled at him as she was forced into a 'split' with her cunt pointed at him. He cupped a buttock and pulled her abdomen to him, bent his knees slightly, and slid his hardened meat along the lips of her gaping and wet vagina. When he had made three or four passes, he placed the tip of his prick at the entrance of her vagina and pushed himself into her with a single thrust.
She moaned and her hands tightened on his shoulders as she felt him penetrate her. She watched him with quiet eyes as he began to move in and out of her. He felt her flexing her muscles and gripping him with warm velvet in rhythm with him. She would relax as he thrust and gripped him as he withdrew, for an unusual and arousing sensation. He moved her raised leg down to his hip and lifted her up using her bottom as a handle. She immediately understood his desire and wound her other leg around him and locked it with the other, behind him, with her hands laced together behind his neck. Using her superbly developed leg and abdominal muscles, she began to slide herself up and down on his rigid pole, grinding herself into him at the bottom of each stroke, relishing the rubbing of the back of her vagina with the tip of his meat.
"Good?" he asked her.
"Oh-h-h-h-h yessss, Master. I like it."
He watched the play of her muscles and the grasping of her bright pink cunt lips around him as she levered herself back and forth on him. After a few moments he felt his legs tiring and he lifted her up and slipped out of her with a sucking noise. She loosened her grip on his hips and with a moan slid down his body.
"I want your gripping little ass now," he told her.
She turned and skipped to the bed, positioning herself on her knees with her cheek against the coverlet. Bob moved his cunt-slick lance to the entrance of her bowels and when he saw her relax herself, slid in with little or no resistance, burying himself to the hair with a single move. He bent forward and took the nipples of her small breasts in his fingers and began to tweak and play with them as he stroked himself into her.
Her immediate reaction to his touch was caused either by discomfort or she had very sensitive nipples. He scraped his fingernails across the tips of her nipples and was rewarded by a groan and the fluttering grip of her sphincter around him.
"Do your titties hurt?"
"Noooo... it feels so good when you touch them. The other girls like them, but Master Richard never touches me there. I love it when a Master touches them."
"Give me a squeeze now," he said.
She immediately clamped down on his meat making him feel as if he was being held by a strong hand. He rammed himself into her as she gripped him, enjoying a new dimension to analism. Her pressure on him sent him rapidly toward his release and as it approached he picked her up, crushing her against his chest and began to pinch and twist her areolae and hardened nipples. She arched her back against him and began to moan and wag her bottom against him. He felt her tremble and when her sphincter spasmed around him, he shot volley after volley of his sperm into her.
He laid her relaxed body down on the bed and eased his semi-hardness out of her and stood looking down on her panting to regain his breath. She stayed recumbent on the bed for a moment or two and then opened her eyes and rolled over to look at him.
"May I bathe you now, Master Robert?"
"Yes, you may, although I'm not through with you yet."
"Thank you, Master."
She washed and dried him carefully and completely, taking a long time with the head and foreskin of his still erect member. She brought her lips to the crown and kissed it softly.
He placed his hand behind her head as she did so and with just a hint of pressure slid between her lips, across her tongue to the opening of her throat. He moved himself in and out of her mouth rhythmically for several minutes, pausing to allow her to engulf him completely, or to lick and nibble on him.
He reached down and fondled her little titties again, causing her to become aroused and more active in her service to him.
He took her chin in his hand, lifted and guided her to the bed. He laid her on her back and at his sign, lifted her legs and rested her knees on her shoulders. He knelt below her and lowered his face to her open and shiny cunt.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h, no, Master. I didn't wash myself. I'm not clean, Master."
"Quiet, slave. All I want to hear from you are sounds of satisfaction. Shush now," he said quietly.
"Unnnngggghhhh . . ." she mewled as his lips and tongue collided with her. He nipped and nibbled on her inner labia and teased her clitoris until she was thrashing about on the bed sighing and moaning her pleasure and heat. He took her clitoris gently between his teeth and lashed it with his tongue. Her body stiffened like a spring and she screamed out her orgasm as it washed over her in waves. He lowered his mouth to suck the love juices from her and then moved up her body to kiss her open mouth letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue.
She squirmed under him as he kissed her and whimpered in his mouth as he worked his hot shaft into her open, welcoming cunt. He stroked into her with long slow thrusts, filling her both physically and emotionally.
He could feel her orgasms as they swept her. She would tremble and her vagina would clutch at him with firm, velvet fingers. Her head lolled back and forth, her eyes closed, as he continued his plunging into her. Her moaning and crying had reduced to a soft whine and a purr at the back of her throat.
He lifted himself up and curled his body so he could reach her breasts, and began to lick and chew on the protruding, bullet hard nipples. Her eyes flew open and she stared wildly at him and she began to climax again and again under the double assault.
He felt the rush of heat to his genitals and gasped as if in pain as he impaled her with a slamming thrust, shooting into her, emptying himself into her receptive nest.
He lowered her legs and supported himself on his elbows as he regained his breath. He opened his eyes to find Dorothy looking at him with soft, shining eyes. She reached up and smoothed a lock of hair back from his face.
"You spoil a poor slave, Master Robert. I'll always look back on this with joy and love. You know how to humble a slave and make her love it, to make her reach heights and places she may never go again. I would like for you to whip me, because I feel that you would do that well too. It would be a pleasure being punished by you," she whispered to him.
Bob smiled and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "That was to settle you down for the trip, slave. I don't want any trouble from you, you see?"
"Ohhhhhh, Master Robert. You won't have trouble with me. But I hope I have trouble from you," she smiled back.
"Did you plan to wear a bra?" he asked.
"Yes, until just this second that is. Would you prefer I didn't?"
"Yes I would. No bra, no slip, a full, preferably pleated, skirt, no panty hose and a G-string. I won't be able to get into your pussy, but your educated ass-hole may be a different story."
"Ohhhhh, Master. I'm looking forward to a long trip."
Chapter Twenty-Two
Bob managed to get a couple of hours of work done after takeoff and before dinner. Dorothy sat quietly looking out the window and reading, careful not to disturb him. After dinner they sat and watched the movie, his hand between her legs, absently stroking her and softly teasing her pussy in the darkened cabin. She was entertained by the movie while being pleased and excited by Bob's attention. He spent most of the time in thought.
She had fretted a bit when Alexander inserted the tampon, but settled down again at a word from Richard and a smile from Bob. Her luggage was already packed and Bob's instructions for her dress didn't create a problem because she dressed from clothes she was leaving behind. Her tanned legs negated the need for hose and a garter belt, and a brown woolen suit with a half-slip underneath filled the bill.
Richard and Alex were both amused at Bob's requirements for Dorothy's traveling clothes, and Alex seemed particularly willing for him to have his way about it. He seemed pleased that his protege had developed to the point of having preferences and being confident enough to express them.
Both Dorothy's wrists and throat were decorated with bracelets and chains of warm Corinthian brass which set off the metal detectors at the concourse entrance. The security people wanted her to remove them, but were quickly set straight and they contented themselves with a check with the hand-held wands.
Following the movie, some of the First Class passengers went to the lounge area, as did Bob and Dorothy. Bob knew from the looks they attracted from the others that there was some active speculation as to their relationship. The two stewardesses were also interested, and kept watching Dorothy, perhaps to determine the reason for Bob's attraction.
Dorothy mentioned the attention they were attracting as they were sipping their drinks. She was worried about it until Bob told her to forget it and amused her with wild speculations about what they were probably thinking. They sat talking and relaxing and finally noticed that there were only three other people in the lounge.
Bob wasn't tired at all, and Dorothy claimed to be wide awake so he got them another round of drinks. Bob sat across from Dorothy and amused himself looking up her skirt while she teased him with glimpses. They passed the time with her telling him of her experiences at Master Richard's stable. They were interrupted after some time by the remaining stewardess asking if they wanted more drinks and would they like the lights dimmed?
Bob asked if a pot of coffee could be brought up and told her that they would serve themselves. He said she could dim the lights if she wished as she left. She glanced at Dorothy and smiled broadly as she left.
They moved back into a dim corner where they couldn't be immediately seen by someone coming into the lounge and Bob sat down leaving Dorothy standing before him. He asked her to remove the G-string for him and she stood before him and made quite a production of it for him. She was not in Nina's league, but she amused Bob and that was what she wanted.
Bob asked her if she had come prepared to serve him, and she smiled as she removed a small tube of lubricant from her pocket. She knelt between his feet and unzipped his fly freeing his hardening meat. She stroked him lightly and then began to kiss and suck him into her mouth. She was particularly fond of taking him down her throat, and he had to stop her because he was becoming too aroused.
She lubricated the crown of his erection and then stood with her back to him, her skirt rucked up to her waist as he nibbled and chewed on her haunches and finally lubricated her too. She lowered herself gently on his erection and sighed as he entered her. She took him to the hair and sat quietly with him soaking in her ass-hole. She began to grip him rhythmically and move up and down on him slightly, creating pressure and suction around his prod. The sheer novelty of it aroused him and he could only take a few minutes of it before splashing her insides with his sperm.
They stayed in position with her holding him inside her, and him playing with her sensitive nipples for the next half hour as she brought him off twice without his hardly moving. He opened his eyes and looked over Dorothy's shoulder after the last time and found himself looking into the eyes of the little stewardess standing ten feet away. Her eyes told him that she knew what he was doing and her flushed face told him that she was aroused by it.
Dorothy jumped as she looked up when Bob raised his hand to crook his finger to bring the watcher closer. He stilled her with a word and the stewardess stood for a few seconds watching them, finally walking to them.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir, and ma'am. I didn't mean to disturb you, but the Captain asked me to get something for him, and I forgot you were still here."
"Would you like to join my employee and me for a little while ... ah.. . Joni, isn't it?" Bob asked quietly.
"Oh, I don't know, sir. I have duties to accomplish, and the Captain's notebook to get, and. . . and. . ."
"And yes you would like to take a break and join us after you take the Captain his book, right? We'll expect you in a moment or two."
"Yes, sir," she smiled and turned away to fetch the book.
After she left, Dorothy stood up releasing Bob from her warm, wet haven and turned with a panic stricken look on her face.
"Master, ..."
"Shhhhh, . . . not Master, Bob, or Mister Bonner. Do not say Master under any circumstances, do you hear? Get a napkin and clean me. You'll probably find a sink behind that wet bar there. Hurry now."
"I hear and obey . . . Mister Bonner," she said whispering.
She had him washed and was sitting in Bob's lap with her coat off and her blouse open having her breasts fondled when the stewardess coughed softly and walked back into the lounge.
"Come in, Joni. We've been waiting for you. Are you through with your duties and able to join us now?"
"Yes, sir. I told the other Stew that I would be up here with you and she can call me if she needs me," she said walking to them. "I told her that I was going to combine my break with the lounge service and not to call for at least an hour. She's good people, so she won't. I also locked the door and put the closed sign out," she said, her eyes on Bob's hand moving inside Dorothy's blouse.
"Excellent. Joni, this is Dorothy, who's very concerned that you might not want to join us in our amusements. I'm Bob, and I told her that you would be happy to, and I was right, wasn't I?"
"Oooohhh, you move right along don't you? Hi, Dorothy, and yes he was right. I would like to join you."
"Why don't you come here and seal that with a kiss?"
Joni sat next to Bob and held her lips up to his. He met her lips and wasn't at all surprised when she opened her mouth to his tongue. He placed his hand on her breast and she moaned as he fondled her gently. With a nudge against her back, he signaled Dorothy to salute Joni the same way, and as his lips left hers, the little lady found herself being orally caressed by an expert. Her hand lifted and slipped into Dorothy's blouse to brush over the little hard breasts she found there.
"Uuummmm, you guys are too much," Joni gasped as she was released by Dorothy. "What are you guys? What's your connection?"
"Just a couple of business travelers who like a good time and to please each other and our friends," Bob said glibly. He turned her gently until she had her back to them and then as Dorothy slid off his lap he lowered her until she was lying in his arms.
"Want to get comfortable, or is the uniform wrinkle free?" he asked as he unbuttoned her blouse.
"Comfortable," she said lifting her mouth to him.
Dorothy knelt beside them and helped Bob undress the squirming, gasping petite blonde. She eyed the voluptuous little body as it was unveiled and let her hands and fingers cup and fondle it at every opportunity. Bob continued kissing and handling the young lady throughout the operation and she was wet and moaning in no time.
When they had the girl stripped, Bob slipped out from under her and laid her flat on the sofa that they were seated on. At a sign from Bob, Dorothy leaned forward and began to softly kiss and suckle Joni's breasts, and to stroke her body. The girl opened her eyes and looked at Bob as if she was wondering if she should protest, but Dorothy's fingers found her moistening slit and it was too late.
In moments, Dorothy had heated the little blonde to a frenzy and was kneeling across her body with her head buried between her legs. Joni's hands and head moved jerkily as she tried to get Dorothy close enough to return the favor she was receiving.
Bob pulled Dorothy's skirt up over her back and lifted and moved her up over Joni's face. He moved his fingers in her labia, spreading and caressing them as the blonde began to kiss her way upward from the middle of the tanned, muscular thighs arched over her.
Bob lifted Dorothy's hair so he could watch her at Joni's cunt, and Dorothy lifted and spread the girl's legs to improve her Master's view. She apparently had some practice at performing for someone else's pleasure. She was patient and thorough in her treatment of the fleshy flower before her. She nibbled, sucked, licked and explored every crease and fold, finally sliding her stiffened tongue into the wet cavity of her partner. Joni was gasping and moaning into Dorothy's slipperiness with less expertise and a need bordering on desperation.
"Aaarrrrggggh . . . ahhhh . . .ahhhh . . . ahh," Joni groaned as her first orgasm ripped through her. Bob turned at the sound and knelt before her. Her head was thrown back as she reacted to the explosions of pleasure, and Bob lowered his lips to hers, tasting Dorothy in her mouth.
"I'm going to have her in her magnificent ass. You want to watch?" he asked her.
"Oh God, yes. Yes, please. Give it to her. Let me see."
He stood and slipped off his pants and undershorts and positioned himself over Joni's face, his hardness pointing toward his target. She reached up and took him in her hand, pulling him down to her mouth. She began to lick the crown of his weapon and then let it slide into her mouth. She tongued him for a few seconds and then pulled him out and positioned him at the puckered hole above her.
Dorothy again relaxed herself and Bob slipped into her warm wetness with ease and comfort. He pistoned himself in and out of the slave girl's hole as she began to grip him again. Joni's hand cupped his swinging balls and she held and kissed them as he pounded into the hard buttocks before him.
Dorothy had continued to pleasure the little flight attendant while Bob began his assault in her. She took the soft fleshy bottom cheeks in her hands and began to massage and fondle them. She then began to extend her area of interest down to the clenched rosy aperture presented to her. She kissed and tongued it gently and massaged it with a finger as she moved back to enjoy the open sweet flesh of Joni's cunt. A gentle nip at her clitoris allowed her finger to slide into the other's anus, and she began to move the finger in concert with the battering ram working in her own hole. A pleasurable moment's work found a second finger imbedded and working in and out, wringing whimpers of pleasure and need as the girl was fired by the visual and physical stimulation.
Bob had stripped the blouse off Dorothy and was playing with both of her sensitive breasts, fondling and squeezing and exploring the difference between them. He was becoming satiated with the delights of Dorothy's ass and he pulled himself out of her and on a whim took Joni's hand and pushed three fingers into the relaxed hole he'd vacated.
Dorothy clamped down on the visitor causing a cry of delight from Joni. She moved her finger in and out of Dorothy's tanned body in amusement until the eroticism of her action and Dorothy's mouth and tongue swept her into another flood of orgasm.
Bob had cleaned himself again and stood watching as Joni recovered and he bent down beside her.
"I want you."
Her eyes popped open as she smiled at him, her lips wet with love juice. "Yes," she breathed.
"Just like I had Dorothy, while you satisfy her. She needs to come too, don't you think?" "Oh God, yes. Just like Dorothy. Yes." "Ever done it before?" "Yes, and I need it now."
They put Joni on the floor on her back and Dorothy knelt over her, naked. She lifted the little blonde's knees toward her as she settled down over her waiting mouth. Dorothy dipped her fingers in Joni's wet honey pot and began to smear her juices over and in her anus, readying it for Bob's invasion. She played with the girl's clitoris and kept her simmering in lust as she licked and sucked on the shaven, soft lipped hole above her.
Bob watched them for a moment and then knelt down to present his meat to Dorothy for stuffing. She grasped it and slipped it up and down Joni's labia to lubricate it and then held it at the rosy entrance to the girl's bowels. Bob leaned forward and pushed, but he was unable to enter. Dorothy began to massage around the anus and after a moment Bob's meat began to slide in. Bob kept slowly sliding into her until he was buried to the hilt, and they could hear Joni panting and whimpering beneath them.
Dorothy began to stroke and tease Joni's pussy lips and clitoris both to stimulate her and to help her accept the massive pole she was entertaining. Bob reached out and gathered Dorothy to him, smothering her lips with his, sending his tongue into her waiting mouth. He palmed and fondled her breasts as he began to fuck himself in and out of the hot spasming hole that held him.
Joni was going wild with lust, flailing her tongue into Dorothy, nipping and chewing on her, sucking the wetness from her. Her hands were roaming all over the muscular body, squeezing, stroking, caressing.
Dorothy's fingers were plunging in and out of the girl's gaping cunt in time with the rock hard lance of her Master. She began to moan and whimper into Bob's mouth as she sped along the lustful road toward release. When she convulsed with the first shock of orgasm, Bob took her nipples in between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed them savagely, sending shock and countershock through her body. She howled her rapture into Bob's mouth as she exploded time after time.
Bob's juices burst from his buried rod, deep in t hot wetness of Joni's ass. She joined them in joy as she felt herself being sprayed with his hot load.
They cleaned each other and dressed slowly, caressing and kissing softly and lingeringly as if reluctant to end the sharing they had done.
"Where are you staying in England. I've got three days off and I'd like to see you both again, if we could. Or back in the States if you'd like. I don't wish to seem intrusive, but I've never felt so attracted and comfortable with anyone before. I feel like I could do anything with you," Joni said.
"Well, I don't know how we could manage it. Dorothy is going to be in the North on assignment for a while, with trips abroad periodically, and I'm returning to the States immediately and then traveling to the East. But we'd like to get together with you, too. If you like, you could give us your address, or an address where we can reach you, and we'll let you know if we can get some time together and where," Bob told her.
"I'll give it to you before you deplane. I've really got to go now. We'll be landing in about three hours, so I'll see you in the cabin."
They watched her depart and Dorothy turned to him, "You are a wicked, cruel Master, you know. You give me a brief taste of life in your service and then go out of my life forever."
"A Master has a right to be cruel, Slave. Did you enjoy your exercise?"
"Yes, Master. Very much, thank you. Ummm, I can still feel you moving inside me. And she's a hot little number, isn't she?"
"Yes, but undisciplined. She needs to be trained and focused. Maybe someday she will be. Let's go back to the cabin. I need a nap before we land. I think you overtired me. I may have to do it again to punish you," he laughed with her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Joni had been attentive to them after they returned to the cabin without being obvious. She had given them both a big smile as they deplaned and had told Bob that a porter was waiting at the door to carry their hand baggage. She had apparently passed the word to him that Bob and Dorothy were special because he all but carried them through Customs and the Baggage reclaim areas. He barely tolerated Detmers' chauffeur and was very reluctant to accept the tip Bob pressed on him.
The trip to Detmers' estate was long but restful. Bob instructed the chauffeur to close the divider between them and amused himself with Dorothy's mouth and anus as he watched the scenery go by.
Detmers greeted them at the door with a hearty welcome for Bob and a brief examination of Dorothy. Detmers wanted to send her to the slaves' quarters immediately, but Bob quietly insisted that he read the documents Bob had and give him a receipt accepting the "commodity." Detmers started to get a little huffy, assuring Bob that it wasn't necessary, but Bob played innocent and said he was only a messenger of sorts, and the consignor had been most exacting in his instructions, and Dorothy was wearing the tampon and Bob wanted to be rid of the transponder as soon as possible.
Detmers chuckled as he visibly relaxed and agreed that the details should be dispensed with immediately, which told Bob that he had just been subjected to some sort of test and had apparently passed. He ushered them into the Library and offered Bob a drink. After pouring it he opened the file that Bob had given him and scanned through it. He signed the receipt included in the file and turned it over with thanks. He then rang a small bell and a livery-clad man appeared at the door.
"Archer, this is Mr. Bonner, whom we've been expecting. Extend him the courtesy of the house while he is with us."
"Very good, sir. Welcome to Harglade, Mr. Bonner. I'm at your service," he said with a bow to both the men.
"This is Dorothy, Archer. She's come to us from Mr. Chatsworth's stables in America. She is to be taken to her quarters where you will remove the shipping tampon and get her settled. No exercises as yet. Only light duties until she acclimates. You'll find the code in her quarters and put this file in my office safe, please. You may say goodbye to Master Robert, Dorothy," he said, handing the folder to the servant.
Dorothy turned to Bob and flowed into the offering position, with her head bowed. "I thank you for your kindness and care, Master Robert. I pray that my Master will allow me to serve you again some day."
"I'll look forward to that day, Dorothy. I'm sure that you will be a pleasure to your new master as you have been to me."
The two men relaxed in a few moments of conversation, getting to know each other a bit better. There was a discreet knock on the door and it was opened by a striking brunette wearing a diaphanous caftan gown which hung from her shoulders to the floor, leaving her arms bare. Her wrists were encircled with bands, as were her ankles, as indicated by muted flashes through the material as she walked toward them.
"Come in Sylvia," said Detmers quietly.
"Robert, this is Sylvia, one of my pleasure slaves. She will be yours while you are here, if you would accept her services," Detmers said as the girl knelt before Bob and touched her head to the floor. "She will show you to your room and assist you as required. If you feel up to it, we'll have a light tea in two hours. Will that suit?"
"Yes, thank you sir, that will be fine. I think a short nap is in order, and a light meal sounds just right," Bob said standing up and extending his hand to his host.
Sylvia led him to a comfortably furnished room on the second floor. They had passed three young girls scrubbing and polishing the furniture and floors by hand. The girls had been dressed in abbreviated, pleated woolen skirts and vests which displayed their bare backsides and jiggling breasts as they worked. They all stopped and assumed the offering position as he passed, returning to their work as soon as it was polite to do so.
Bob found his things unpacked and put away, and a dressing gown laid out for him on the bed. Sylvia was gentle and efficient in getting Bob undressed and into a warm relaxing shower. He had just turned around to get wet when the door opened and she stepped in with a washcloth and a bar of scented soap.
She was a study in mature beauty. Bob guessed her age at mid-thirties with careful exercise and diet. She had generous breasts with prominent nipples. The breasts sat comfortably on her chest with only a little droop. Her waist was narrow and her hips wide and well defined. Her pubes were bare and inviting. She was all softness and comfort. Probably well muscled, but not obviously so.
She wore the wrist and ankle bands naturally, which seemed to draw Bob's attention to them and the fact that she was a slave for his pleasure.
She wore a cap to shield her hair from the water that looked more like a decoration than a protection. Bob found himself pleased with that touch, because he had always had an aversion to the usual tasteless things that women usually wore.
She washed him thoroughly but gently as he stood under the water and admired her. She paid particular attention to his semi-hard cock and testicles.
She was kneeling outside the shower door with a towel when Bob emerged after rinsing. She dried him and helped him into the robe.
"How may I serve you now, Master?" she asked in a low, sweetly modulated voice. She had the accent of a middle or upper-middle class native Briton.
"Show me the chains for your manacles," Bob said as he looked at her.
There was just a flicker of concern as she bowed and went to a small chest against one of the walls. She opened it and removed four shining chain lengths from it. She returned to Bob and knelt before him with the chains held out in front of her. Bob took the chains from her and examined them taking note of the unusual disk in each end. He grasped one wrist and found a slot in the band and when he pushed the disk into it, a portion of the band was displaced to allow the disk to slip in and lock in place. A small stud showed beside the locking feature which he knew was the release. The chains were a little less than a foot long and made up of small bright links that appeared more than adequate for securing a slave girl.
He snapped the other end into the other band and tossed the other lengths onto a chair. When he looked he found several hooks in the walls at various heights, as he had suspected. He led the compliant girl to one by the bed and lifting her arms, looped the chain over the device, securing her.
He turned her to face him and sat down on the bed to admire her in her helplessness. She stood looking demurely at the floor with her left knee crossed slightly over the right, partially shielding her sex from his view. Her breasts were lifted and shaped by her arms being above her, her nipples hardened and distended.
"Turn around."
She moved to show him her smooth back and softly rounded buttocks.
"How do you please your Master, slave?"
"My body is his to command, Master. He uses it as he wishes," came the soft reply.
"I need something to make me sleep for an hour. What do you recommend?"
"I don't know your tastes, Master, I'm sorry. But I would offer you my mouth and pussy for gentle relief, and I would pillow your head between my breasts while you sleep, if you wish it."
"What if I decided to whip you and let your moans lull me to sleep, slave?"
He watched as she swallowed hard and replied in a whisper, "If you wish it Master, I am yours to command."
He smiled at her reaction, enjoying the little game. He wondered how Nina would react, hearing him threatening this little English maid. Nina would probably snicker at the thought of him arbitrarily beating a pretty slave girl.
"Perhaps later. I think I'll accept your recommendation, and see if it works. If not, we'll try my way," he said rising and releasing her from the hook. He removed the chains and returned to the bed shedding his robe as he went.
"Master Robert?" came the whispered question.
Bob awoke slowly and comfortably. As he opened his eyes he remembered where he was, and what he had for a pillow.
He had enjoyed the little maid's ministrations. She had relaxed him with her talented mouth and warm wet pussy. She was talented, experienced and good at her duties. He wondered if his little display hadn't encouraged attention to his pleasure.
And she did make a splendid pillow. She had cradled his head on her chest and tummy, making her splendid breasts and nipples available to him. He had indulged himself with them for a while before falling asleep.
He could feel them against his ear and cheek, warm, firm and smooth.
"Master Robert? You wanted to wake up in an hour. It's time to awaken, Master."
"Thank you, Slave. I'm awake. What do you recommend to stir my blood and invigorate me?"
"A shower and a massage, perhaps?"
"Before or after I stripe your ass? The sight of a slave's blood always invigorates me."
"As you might wish, Master."
"How about a shower and a massage after I sample your little anus, little slave?"
"Thank you Master. I'll try to please."
"You'll do more than try or I will stripe your ass, and with my belt buckle. Why don't you find some lubricant and get on top of me. I want to watch, and sample your other charms."
Sylvia slipped into the bathroom and returned a few moments later with a small tube in her hand. She knelt by the bed and pulled the sheet down off Bob. She leaned forward and took his semi-erect meat in one hand and brought it to her lips. She kissed and sucked on the crown for a moment before engulfing it completely. Bob could feel it in her throat, with her tongue moving around it. She was a master of the oral arts and had him hard in moments.
She slipped him from her mouth and deftly applied lubricant to the tip and crown of his lance. She dropped the tube and stood up and plumped the pillows behind his head and shoulders to assure his comfort before sliding over him to place her knees on either side of his hips.
Bob looked down at her bare vulva, the lips open and moistly inviting, to his selected target. Her anus was not immediately visible amongst the richness of her firm, smooth buttocks and the petals of her sex.
She rotated her hips forward and spread her legs, bringing her little rosette into his view.
She apparently had spent a few seconds in the bath to good effect judging from the shiny slickness of the lubricant covering and surrounding the darkly pink circumference.
She took his hardened rod and placed it at the portal of her anus, and with little or no hesitation, slid him smoothly into the hot depths of her body. She took care to obey his wish to watch as she moved her body up and down the fleshy pole impaling her.
She varied her pace, the depth of penetration and the direction of thrust to increase his pleasure as much as possible.
"Slow down a little, Pussy. I want to play with you a while," Bob said quietly reaching for her bounteous breasts.
She smiled slightly and slid down to take him into her fully. She watched Bob's eyes as he fondled her and tweaked her nipples.
He slid his hand down her belly, enjoying the involuntary tightening of her sphincter as he neared her vulva. He caressed the moist lips of her sex and sleeked his thumb up and down the wet channel. He pushed his thumb into her vagina and moved his prick within her to feel it through the thin interior wall. The feel of his meat moving inside a female's body never failed to fascinate him. A small grunt of emotion was both felt and softly heard as he penetrated her.
He turned his hand and began to gently rub and tease her aroused clitoris. She moaned and clenched her body as his digital caress set off jolts of erotic stimulus within her. Her face flushed and twitched as he aroused her with the double penetration and the teasing at the center of her erotic feeling.
Her breathing became deeper and ragged as she responded to him. She moved his prick in and out of her with increasing energy, thrusting forward to capture his thumb in her heated cunt.
She began to moan and cry out softly as his hardness slipped in and out of her straining body. Bob began to touch her clitoris deftly and deliberately, making her sob and convulse with passion.
He brought her almost to her climax several times, stopping or changing his attack to distract her. As she approached the peak again he snatched his thumb out of her and toppled her sideways as she wailed at the deprivation of the sensation.
He moved her beneath him until he was straddling the lower leg and he was holding the upper one upwards, spreading her and giving him greater access to her asshole.
He began to slam himself into her to the hilt, then moving his pelvis to rotate himself within her. He reveled in the total feeling of her body and his working together. The hot wetness of her, the clenching of her sphincter, the convulsing of her buttock and leg muscles against him, the sensation of the sensitive crown of his lance thrumming against the convolutions of her bowel and the muscles in her abdomen.
She began to wail as she thrashed her upper body around on the bed in her rush to the explosion of release.
Bob looked down to see the opened, fleshy folds of her vagina pulled apart by his positioning of her body. He reached across his body and grabbed her leg at the knee, pulling it against her upper body, and pulled himself out enough to give access to her lonesome cunt.
He thrust three fingers unto her slick vagina without warning and slammed himself into her asshole as he began to ejaculate.
"Aaaaiiiii. . ." she shrieked as she began to convulse and flail herself around in her own explosive climax. Bob slammed himself into her as he released his essence, all the while shoving as much of his fingers into her as possible, punishing her tender flesh and driving her into the ecstasy of the total submission of a slave.
Bob pulled himself out of the girl's recumbent body watching her convulse from nervous reaction to his movement within her sensitized body. She was totally drained of conscious energy, having slipped into the dream-state of total release.
He looked at her for a moment and turned with a smile and walked to the bath.
He was treating himself to alternately steaming hot and chilling cool showers when he heard the door open. Sylvia entered quickly and knelt before him. She had a washcloth and a bar of soap in her hands and she began to wash his feet and legs without looking up at him.
As she worked her way up his legs, her face came even with his manhood. Without a pause in her washing of his legs, she took his meat in her mouth and gently caressed it with her tongue. She gently nursed on his thickening rod, licking it and sucking on its crown, never touching it with her hands, paying obvious homage to it.
Bob had adjusted the water to warm when she approached him and now stood quietly with the water beating on his back as she ministered to him. When she had washed his back and stomach, while still orally saluting him, she finally removed her mouth and took his penis and testicles in her hand and gently washed them.
She slowly stood and began to wash his upper body and back. She interspaced her washing with kisses on his skin, rubbing her body against him to feel his skin on hers, still not looking at him, concentrating on and giving homage to the body of the Master before her.
Bob had a momentary urge to have this beautiful slave again, but jet-lag and the sexual feast he had indulged in on the plane and here had taken its toll and regretfully he could only fondle and caress the prizes presented to him.
She shampooed him and helped him rinse off and stood back for him to leave the shower. She was somewhat surprised when he took the washcloth and soap from the holder and began to wash her. She smiled at him as he lifted her feet to his hands and soaped her feet and legs while he studied her body. He washed her thoroughly, giving special attention to her buttocks, breasts and pussy.
As she was rinsing under the shower head, he reached between her legs and ran his fingers through the folds of her sex. She tensed as the sensations of his stimulation of her sensitized flesh coursed through her. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall with the water running down her body as he inserted two fingers into her and began to finger fuck her. Bob watched the flickers of emotion across her face and the trembling and spasming of her body as she responded to his manipulation of her.
Just as she began an almost gentle orgasm he flicked the end of her clitoris with his thumbnail.
"Aaahhhh. . . hhaaaaa. . . haaaaa." Her eyes flew open and she stared at him as she convulsed and wailed in tempo with the charges of sexual energy that coursed through her body.
He held his fingers in her vagina, pressing her back against the wall, holding her up.
"Oh, Master, please have mercy. I cannot serve you any more. You have drained me. Master. Please let me rest, I beg you," she implored.
"Slaves serve as their Masters direct. You may dry me now and after we have dressed you may accompany me to where I'm to meet Mr. Detmers."
"Yes, Master. Forgive me. I didn't mean to infer any lack of devotion to your needs. ..."
"Please conduct your duties with a minimum of talk, slave. If I doubt your fidelity, I'll tell you."
Chapter Twenty-Four
Detmers looked up and smiled as Bob entered the room dressed in a near copy of the slacks and polo shirt outfit he had first worn at Alex's. His eyes flicked to Sylvia who had entered after Bob and had knelt to position at his signal. He took in her nudity and noted that her attention was totally focused on Bob.
"Everything all right, I hope?" he asked looking at his guest.
"Perfectly, thank you," Bob responded with a smile. "I wasn't sure of your dress requirements for slaves at this time of day, so I decided to return her to you dressed at her best," he said with a gesture toward the kneeling beauty.
Detmers chuckled at the response and nodded. "Quite so. She does look appropriately attired. Do you require her further services?"
"Not unless you wish it, sir. And I would like to thank you for your hospitality and the use of your facilities."
"Think nothing of it, my boy. Least I could do, y'see," Detmers smiled at him. "Leave us, Sylvia," he said to the girl.
He stood and taking Bob by the elbow, led him to a doorway and through it into a dining room. A table had been set and it was staffed by three young girls and Archer. The girls were attired in brightly colored tops over white waist coats which buttoned under their bare breasts. The material flowed down into long full skirts that Bob was not surprised to see part to allow access and peek-a-boo views of their lower bodies.
They bowed when the men entered the room, and at Archer's signal, seated the Masters. Two of them left the room as the other placed appetizers and glasses before them.
Archer was dressed in a footman's uniform of black trimmed in gold, and watched the girls' movements and activities with close attention.
"I wasn't sure how hungry you might be, so I had several things prepared. You just indicate your preferences to the servants, and eat as you wish," Detmers said. "If there's anything special you want, just tell Archer and it will be prepared immediately."
The girls returned and began to set plates on the table that contained everything from salad, soups meats and vegetables to a complete breakfast.
A slender little miss picked up a plate and came to Bob's chair and stood expectantly. He was taken with the little servant's charms presented for his view as she filled his plate from the bounty before them.
Her hair was a soft brown falling to her shoulders. It surrounded a finely boned face with high cheekbones, a freckle dusted nose and eyes that tilted slightly giving her an oriental look. Her mouth was small with well defined lips that trembled on the edge of a smile through much of the meal. Her breasts were cup sized and apple firm, with pale pink areolae and nipples, which were distended either from the cool temperature or the excitement of being close to a strange Master. Her skin, or as much as he could see, was tawny and smooth. She wore no visible make-up besides a light lip gloss. The shadow of her hips and legs through the cloth as she moved, suggested pleasingly developed adolescence. Her scent was of soap and sweet girl.
The little maid placed the dish before Bob and stood at his chair to serve him further as his needs became apparent. Detmers began a conversation that was both probing and interesting in its revelations. He was interested in Alex's activities and successes, and perfectly open about his own. He was knowledgeable and witty and an excellent host. Bob was somewhat surprised when the meal ended and they were on their way to the library.
They seated themselves before a cheerful fire and one of the girls prepared and presented cigars for their pleasure, then left them.
When Archer appeared, Detmers asked Bob if he had any preference as a maid for the evening. Bob said the girl who had served him would be fine, wondering what Charles had in mind.
Two of the girls appeared in a few moments dressed in patent leather slippers, knee socks, an abbreviated pleated skirt that ended two or three inches below their bottoms and soft, pale pastel colored sweaters that clung softly to their bodies, outlining them. The sweaters buttoned up the front for access, as required. They were the picture of adolescent innocence and charm. They walked up to the men's chairs and sank down with their shoulders just touching their knees.
"That is Angela, Robert. She is your servant for the two hours left before you have to leave us for your flight. This little one is Gwendolyn," Detmers said introducing them. His hand reached out and he stroked his servant's hair.
"I think Angela would like to ask something of you, Robert, if you don't mind?"
Bob looked down at the girl who moved to kneel before him.
"May I sit in your lap, Master? I like to be cuddled, if you don't mind," she said in a low, shy voice.
Bob looked over to see Gwendolyn arranging herself in Detmers' lap, and his hand sliding up her leg.
"Certainly you may."
Little Angela got up quickly and slipped between his legs and seated herself on his left thigh taking care to flip her abbreviated skirt up in the back while arranging it as decorously as possible in the front. She settled herself gently in his lap and leaned against his arm and chest, looking shyly down at her hands folded in her lap.
Bob rested his hand on her warm thigh and squeezed slightly to feel her reaction, which was to open her legs slightly and smile shyly as she glanced furtively at him.
"These are my after dinner toys, Robert. They fetch and carry, play a variety of instruments, musical and otherwise, give my hands something to do and satisfy my other needs when they come up, and generally make themselves useful. They lack the experience of their older sisters, but their naivete is a change, and teaching them provides amusement."
"They're rather unusual possessions, aren't they?"
"No, not especially. At least not in England. These little treasures were acquired after they had decided that their former lives had ended and they went looking for something else. They suffered tragic 'deaths' from an overdose of the drugs they were taking, and are now nonentities as far as society is concerned. They are now good little pets and fully occupied by other things. They have learned the value of obedience and hard work."
"Are they fully usable?"
"Oh, yes, with some reservations and care. You undoubtedly discovered Sylvia's expertise with various portions of her anatomy. These little ones can do most or all of those things, but with less elan."
Angela shifted slightly in Bob's lap, and he glanced at her to find her watching her Master and Gwendolyn with rapt attention.
Detmers had slid his hand up under the girl's skirt and with her legs spread as they were, Bob and his little toy were treated to a fairly clear view of her almost hairless vulva being invaded by her Master's finger. She was humping herself against the pleasuring digit, her eyes closed and her mouth open as she gasped for breath.
Bob slid his hand up Angela's leg and she started slightly and opened her legs to allow his access to her body. His fingers came into contact with the downy covering of her bare lower belly. He played with the softness for a moment, finally slipping forward to find the warm slippery opening waiting there. She curled her pelvis forward almost involuntarily to make better contact with his fingers.
Bob felt Angela's bottom begin to move stir against his leg in response to the intensity of her adolescent emotions. Her hands moved in her lap, seeming to want to touch herself and respond to her feelings.
Bob slid his hand out from under her skirt and up under her sweater. He squeezed one of the firm warm breasts and moved his fingers to the tip so he could tweak and twist her protuberant nipple. He began to scratch her areola and nipple lightly and rhythmically with his fingernails. She arched her back and began to mewl softly and she turned toward him, curling her legs up into his lap. Her head lay on his chest with her forehead against his neck, her breath hot on his chest. Her hands grasped her knees and her fingers moved in a parody to his, rubbing her soft skin.
Bob watched his host command his maid to remove her sweater and to kiss and chew on the youthful fruit he found there. His fingers were still busy teasing and pleasing Gwendolyn's slick nether lips, with occasional forays toward her backside. The young maid was enraptured with the emotions her Master was stirring in her and wholly consumed with his attention.
Bob switched to the other breast and continued his teasing of the sensitive tips of her bubbies. Angela began to squirm in his lap, moving her bottom cheeks against his leg trying to satisfy the itch between her legs. He moved his head so he could reach her lips. As his lips touched hers, she moaned through her opening lips and pushed back against him.
"Open your sweater for me, sweetheart," he said softly.
Her fingers flew to do his bidding and within seconds she was trying to get out of it.
"No. Leave it on. I like the color against your skin. Look at my hand."
She looked down at his fingers scratching against her areola and nipple, her fingers twitching at the feeling he was creating in her.
"Want me to kiss them?"
"Oh, yes Master. Please, I would very much," she breathed.
With a slight tug on her nipple as a signal, she raised herself up and presented her prizes to his lips. He sucked as much of her firmness into his mouth as he could, which caused her to throw her head back and moan her pleasure. He alternated his attentions between the delightful pair, nipping with his teeth and laving them with his tongue.
While her attention was focused on her breasts, he slid his hand down to the back of her knee and then up to cup a muscular buttock, his fingers slipping into the crease between.
Angela began to moan deep in her chest which sounded almost like a purr.
A slight movement of his wrist and two of his fingers slipped into the warm wetness of her vulva, not penetrating her but sleeking back and forth in her slit.
She threw her arms around his head and kissing the top of his head, tried to thrust herself into his mouth as her hips began to dance to the rhythm of his fingers. He stiffened his little finger and slid it up to find her clitoris. She screamed into his hair as she convulsed in her first orgasm of the evening.
Bob felt the liquid of her discharge wet his fingers and collecting it on his fingers slipped back and thrust first one and then two fingers into her spasming anus.
She drew back her head in surprise and drew a deep breath that was the beginning of a girlish wail of ecstatic release. Bob clasped the nape of her neck and pulled her mouth to his and smothered her cries.
Angela moved her pelvis back and forth, sawing her bottom down onto his fingers increasing the intensity of her feelings at his penetration of her hot and anxious body.
She stiffened in yet another orgasm and began to sob and wail as her feelings exceeded her ability to handle them. She was going from one orgasm to another and thrashing herself about in response to them.
Bob slipped his fingers out of the now nearly hysterical girl, and petted and kissed her until she began to relax and quiet down.
He looked over at his host to see how much disturbance they had created and found both Detmers and his little pet looking at them. Gwendolyn had a look of awe as she tried to comprehend what her roommate was suffering. Charles was smiling benignly at Bob.
"I've been waiting to see what would happen when you broke through her restraint and got her started. She's a whole lot more passionate than she would have you believe. I'm obliged to you, young man. She responds well to an experienced Master."
"I'm afraid I've worn her out for the evening, sir. May I carry her to her bed?"
"Certainly, my boy, if you wish. Or I can have Archer take her from you."
"No, I'll do it if I may. I may try to coax a little more from her before I leave her, but she's nearly gone now."
Bob stood up with the slight girl in his arms, her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. He smiled as he pictured the sight they must present to the others, with her sweater open displaying her young charms and her bare bottom framed by the short skirt, hovering over the bulge in his pants.
Archer appeared at the door and led Bob through the house to a room that obviously belonged to a girl. The manservant indicated one of the beds and left discreetly as Bob placed his burden on it.
Angela clutched his head to her as he tried to straighten up and brought her lips to his. She moved her open mouth against his lips and tried to insert her tongue in his mouth. She moaned softly, trying to encourage him to respond. Her tongue flashed into his mouth as he opened it, and she began to tease and suck fervently on his tongue.
She released his mouth and panting, said, "Please, Master. Let me pleasure you. I want to feel you in me. Please allow me to repay your kindness, Mast-Please use my body for your pleasure."
"No, sweetheart. I've taken too much out of you for one night. You must rest and regain your strength now."
"Oh, Master. No. I feel your stiffness against me. I know you're suffering. Please let me receive your seed in me. I'll suck you if you wish it, or have me any other way you may want me. I'm strong, and Master Charles will let me rest tomorrow, anyway. Please allow me to do this."
"Then strip yourself naked. I want to see you unclothed."
Angela stood up beside the bed and in seconds showed herself naked before him. With the artless-ness of the child she was and the natural woman-knowledge of all her gender since Eve, she began to move her hands over her body, focusing his attention on her charms, increasing his desire for her, and hers for him. She moved back on the bed and opened the front of his pants, exposing his rampant man-meat, the glans glistening with the lubricant of his arousal.
Her head swept down to capture him in her mouth and with a groan of delight, she began to lick and suckle on him. She fondled his testicles, cupping them in her hands, rolling them around in their sack. She released his shaft and took each of his eggs into her mouth, licking and sucking on them gently.
"Can you take me in your little pussy, sweetheart?"
"Oh yes, Master. I want to," she said lying back and spreading herself to him.
"We will if we can without hurting you. If it's too tight, you'll use your mouth."
He knelt between her opened and bent legs looking down at her opened and wet pink slit. He lowered himself and placed the head of his tool against her opening. She grasped his man-meat and guided it into her, trying to hurry the process, anxious to fulfill her desire and fill herself with this kind Master's meat.
A short thrust lodged the head in her opening and stretched her tender flesh. She bit her lip to keep any sound from emerging from her, trying to hide the slight discomfort from his size.
He pushed gently but firmly into her body, and she began to pant as he stretched her beyond what she had accommodated before.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, Master," she groaned. "It feels so grand and good."
He began to move back and forth in her, letting her grow used to his girth. In moments she was moving her body against his, accepting more and more of his shaft into her heated channel. He thrust sharply and embedded himself in her, causing her to squeak in pain as he impacted the end of her vagina. Five inches of his member was all she could accommodate, but she was the hottest, tightest pussy he had ever been in. She began to thrust herself back and forth, working herself against his length. Her breath quickened as her muscles and flesh relaxed and waves of erotic pleasure washed through her again.
"Oh, Master. I'm going to do it again. Oh, Mas-terrr . . . rrr. . rrr," she purred as she pulled him into her body. Her head began to thrash about as she experienced wave after wave of release.
Bob curled himself into her as his climax rushed upon him and he sucked a sweet nippled breast into his mouth. He snatched his head away as his teeth snapped shut when his ejaculation spewed from his body. He rubbed his face over her breasts as he shot again and again into her thrashing, moaning body.
He slipped out of her and kissed and fondled her heated body until she stilled and slipped into an exhausted sleep. He pulled the covers of her bed hack and covered her where she lay.
His departure from Charles Detmers was pleasant. The ride back to Heathrow was subdued and he slept most of the trip home. His sleep was pleasant, populated with the remembrances of athletic and uniformed experiences as well as youthful exuberance.
The life and society of Mastery was certainly one of intense experience and pleasure upon pleasure.
