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Subject: Little Slave's Fantasy, part 2
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This is the continuing fantasy story of my submission, written at my
Mistresses request. It contains sexual encounters and should not be viewed
by those under 18 or offended by such material. That said, I hope you
enjoy.
**********
By the time we arrived home, I was feeling a little bit more relaxed. The
dinner had been an ordeal, but now it was just the three of us. I thought
that that would be much easier to handle, less humiliating. I still did
not know what was in store for me, however. As the evening progressed, I
was to find out how wrong I was.
My Master stopped the car and got out. While he was opening the door for
my mistress, he looked hard at me and said, "Get in the house and put the
collar on."
I shivered slightly, wether from cold or anticipation or shock, I could
not say. I debated with myself wether to do as he instructed. One look at
his face warned that disobedience would garner swift punishment.
"Yes, Master." I paused a moment, then, "Should I remain dressed? Or
should I be undressed for you, Master?"
There was a smile of pure triumph and satisfaction on his face. I knew I
had pleased him with the question.
"Do what you think will please me more, Little Slave," he replied.
"Better hope you choose correctly or you will be punished." He laughed at
the look of shock and, almost, fright on my face.
I looked at my mistress, hoping that she might clear up this knotty
problem for me. All she did was laugh and point toward the house. As I
moved past her, she swatted my bottom.
I jumped and threw her a hurt look. "That is for waiting so long to
obey."
I rushed into the house and to the bedroom. I looked at the collar with a
touch of horror, feeling another blush stain my cheeks. I wondered if it
would please them more for me to be naked when they arrived, or if they
would prefer to undress me. I decided to undress, and did so quickly. I
knew I would be punished if I was not ready when they came into the room.
Soon, I was naked and reaching for the collar. I hesitated a moment,
feeling rebelious, not wanting to give in. Very Reluctantly, I placed it
around my neck and did the buckle. My face was very red, my crotch was
dripping. I could not believe how this turned me on. I couldn't remember
ever getting so hot just without even being touched.
I jumped at I heard the door open. I couldn't turn to face them, I just
couldn't! Not with the collar of my obvious submission around my neck.
"Very nice little slave. You only have one problem. While I wanted you
undressed . . .your Mistress wanted to undress you." My master laughed and
I trembled, wondering what would happen to me.
"Sorry, little one, I must punish you for choosing wrong. Sorry for you,
but I think I will enjoy this." There was a laugh, and I could hear her
moving closer to me. A creak announce that she was on the bed, but I still
couldn't make myself turn to look at them.
"Little Slave," my Mistress whispered, "Come here."
I hesitated briefly, then turned to see her sitting on the edge of the
bed. She motioned to her lap and my face reddened even more. I could not
believe what I knew she wanted. I moved towards her, but pretended I did
not know what she wanted.
"Don't make it worse, you know what I want you to do. Now lay down across
my lap."
I gave my Master a pleading look, but he just smiled at me, thoroughly
enjoying himself. I looked at the floor and slowly leaned over my
Mistresses lap. I could almost feel the heat coming off of my face I was
so embarassed. She touched my butt, then moved in between my legs, feeling
how wet I was. She laughed. For several moments she just rubbed my
bottom, and I began to relax.
SMACK!!
I gasped, feeling the tingling slap to my backside. I squirmed on her
lap. Moisture flooded my loins, and I could feel it start to trickle down
my leg.
SMACK!!!
This one was even harder, and I moaned. Squirming even more on her lap,
trying to get some relief from the ache in my bottom and the even greater
one in my crotch.
SMACK!!!
My bottom throbbed, and I started to plead, "Please Mistress!!"
SMACK, SMACK!!!!!
"No talking, slave!"
SMACK!!!
"This is for choosing to disrobe, when I wished to do that."
SMACK!!
"This for hesitating to obey me!"
SMACK!!
"This is for not doing exactly what you were told!"
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!!!
I whimpered, my bottom on fire. I squirmed all over, needing relief for
my dripping pussy. My bottom wasn't the only thing on fire.
"Stand up!"
I stood and looked at the floor. Embarassed at being spanked like a
little child, more embarassed for loving it.
"Now, lay on the bed, stread-eagle. Do not talk. Do not touch yourself
or either of us."
I quickly followed their demands. Wondering what was to happen I lay on
the bed. My aching pussy still leaking, my bottom stinging from the
spanking. I looked at my Mistress and Master as they stood by the bed,
smiling at me.
Then my mistress moved to a bag they had brought home from their shopping
excursion that day. My master moved to restrain my wrists and ankles with
the bonds I had been told to set out. When I was securely tied, my Master
leaned over to give me a quick kiss, one that left me wanting more. I
tried to follow his lips with my own, but I got a smack to my breast for my
efforts.
"Didn't I hear your Mistress say that you were not to touch either of us?"
He gripped my nipple in his fingers, squeezing, waiting for a response.
"Yes, Master. I am sorry."
"So you heard, understood, and still tried to kiss me?" He squeezed
tighter, twisting the nipple painfully. I gasped. He smacked my breast
one last time and released it. "Don't do it again!" There was a hard edge
to his voice.
My Mistress moved to the side of the bed, carrying a blindfold. My eyes
widdened and I gasped.
"No! Please Mistress!"
My Master smacked my breast again. I quickly stopped my pleas. I knew I
should not have spoken. It was a mistake I knew I would be punished for.
As the blindfold was placed over my eyes, my Mistress confirmed my fears.
"I told you not to speak!" Her voice was hard as steel. "You deliberately
disobeyed. Apparently I didn't spank you hard enough. Maybe your Master
can do a better job. Would you like that? Is that what you wished to gain
by speaking?"
I opened my mouth automatically to answer, then remembered and just
nodded. There was a chuckle and then, "Very good slave. You are learning.
But you will still be punished."
More to come. I hope you enjoy.
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