The Private Collection {CLOSED}

A low irritating buzzing sound made her frown. Such an annoying sound. Like a fly battering itself against a window. She woke slowly, groaning as she tried to open her eyes through the layers of crud that had glued them shut while she slept. She had never had such a hangover in her life! Of course, she had only turned 21 just before spring break, and had never really partied quite like she had over the last week either. She groaned again, feeling the cold of the floor seeping through her skin. Damn! She had stripped off her clothes and passed out in the bathroom floor! Good thing she wasn’t sharing the room with anyone. Talk about embarrassing! The slight scent of bleach in the room from it’s last cleaning wasn’t helping her stomach any either.

She struggled to push herself up to a sitting position and clear the gunk from her eyes. Her arms and legs felt heavy when she moved them, a strange unfamiliar clanking sound reaching her ears as she did. Finally getting her eyes to cooperate with her wishes, she squinted in the dim, flickering light. Confused for a moment, she shut her eyes again, rubbing them briskly to remove the last of the sleepy crust that coated them. The clanking sound filled her ears yet again. No sound of traffic, or the many people that she had grown accustomed to hearing wandering the halls beyond the door to her hotel room.

When she opened her eyes again, she couldn’t repress the gasp that escaped. The green orbs widened in fear. She wasn’t in her bathroom at the hotel! Cold, gray concrete walls met her astonished gaze. The room was square, a heavy, dark wooden door in the center of one wall. There was a small, barred opening in the upper portion of the door, shuttered from the outside. A single bare bulb sat flush with the ceiling, the buzzing she had thought to be a fly coming from the dim flickering light, as if it were about to blow the filament. The chill floor, instead of the tile she had been expecting, was the same streaked concrete as the walls. The smell of bleach seeping into the small space through a single drain in the middle of the room.

She let her head turn, hearing the creaking in her neck over the hum of the light. Her eyes fell on a chain stretching towards her from one corner of the room. She followed its snaky line with ever increasing shock to where it was attached to one ankle. Looking down at her hands, she noticed for the first time why it had seemed her hands were so heavy. Another chain about a foot long ran between the iron manacles that encircled each wrist. A soft whimper escaped her, noticing that she was indeed naked, the horror she felt welling within her becoming more pronounced as she spied the hook high on the wall directly opposite the door. Every scary movie she had ever seen flashed through her mind at that moment, and she screamed! Her locked, frozen body wouldn’t allow her to pull in another breath to continue the scream, and in moments she lay passed out on the floor.


She was in the club. That’s the last thing she remembered. No…Michael had escorted her to the taxicab. He had smiled as he kissed her cheek and bid her goodbye. She was supposed to go home the next day, and they had stayed out much later than she had meant to. Actually closed the club down, drinking right up to last call.

He didn’t get in the cab with her. He had said his goodbyes, leaned in the front window to give the cabby directions on where to take her, and waved. She had been so far gone, all she could do was giggle helplessly in the backseat. She had been so certain that he would want to come back to her room with her. But he had acted the gentleman right up to the last…


The sound of a key rattling in the door roused her somewhat from her faint. Her head snapped around to the door, and she scuttled into the corner where the chain was fastened to the wall. She curled up into a tight little ball, her dark, wavy hair cascading around her shoulders and hiding as much of her nudity as she could manage. Tears fell freely and silently down her cheeks to splash onto her arms, pulse racing, breath coming in soft, short whimpers as her fearful gaze remained locked on the opening door…

The Private Collection OOC/BIO Thread

Angélique


Angélique’s long tawny waves were the only thing that covered her honey toned body as she stood inspecting herself in the full length mirror that graced her suit of rooms.

Normally she wore some wisp of lace or silk, that seemed to render her more nude than if she simply wore nothing at all. She was tall with long, dancer’s legs that seemed to go on forever ending at an impossibly tiny waist, firm high breasts with huge aureoles, two delicate nipple rings running through their center and suspended form each a tiny golden bell. Tentatively, she touched her finger tip to one nipple, down across her rounded stomach, where glinted a small violet stone within the center of her belly button, to her naked mons where another delicious ring lay nestled between the soft petals of her labia. She was perfection personified in all ways, a glorious creature from the pages of a forbidden story book, yet this wasn’t how she viewed herself. Abducted and trained as a pleasure slave from an early age she viewed herself dispassionately, as though through the eyes of her beloved Master; was she pleasing to him, how could improve herself to serve him more fully? Not that she disproved of her reflection, her hands traced the exquisite rose which graced her belly just above her left hip bone. They lingered like those of a lover over the initials branded there, B M she smiled in satisfaction as she turned to face her room.

She was a spoiled and pampered pleasure slave, the apple of her Master's eye, that was for sure. She had her own suit of rooms; they looked like something out of Arabian nights. The room had huge French glass doors which opened to her Master’s private gardens, she could smell the magnolia blossoms, as their heady, seductive scent floated throughout her bedroom on a small warm breeze, wrapping around her in a gentle caress.

In the center of her room was a huge low circular bed, surrounded partially with gauzy confections, hanging from the parameter of a huge circular mirror that was suspended from the ceiling above it. The walls were covered with sheer drapery, and many opulent pillows were strewn on both the bed and the floor. The room spoke of sensual delights, as did the slave who was cosseted amongst them, oozing sensuality like a second skin.

Two rooms adjoined her bedroom, a bathroom complete with a huge sunken whirlpool tub and a small dance studio in which she spent many hours becoming one with the music which she knew would please her Master.

She glided from the mirror to her bed; from there she could view the outside as she often loved to do. As she moved to the bed and curled up on a fluffy cushion, small violet bells tinkled at her wrists and ankles. She loved wearing the bells, hearing the pleasant music she could make by the simplest of movements. They tinkled now, as she stretched out on her stomach and stared out the window, awaiting orders or a summons from her Master, perhaps he would visit her this night, she so hoped her would it had been so very long.

As she contemplated the beautiful scenery, the young woman's long legs kicked idly, bending up from the knees and causing the bells to tinkle as she moved them almost unconsciously as she stared outside, lost soon in thought. Her huge violet eyes took on a dreamy look, darkening as she soon no longer saw the view outside, but other things. A dreamy smile curved her full mouth, her feet still kicking over her rounded, sun kissed derrière.

She had arrived here slightly after, one, almost 5 years ago, she drifted further back in time, to the first time her eyes had taken in He who was destined to become her Master. Her training complete she was being showcased to a room of perspective buyers, in an elite private club. They had put her through her paces, and she was dancing the, dance of the seven veils, when she had felt his stare; it had cut through the room and the music like a homing beacon. She had danced for him alone that night, drawn to him perhaps by destiny itself. As she finished her sensual dance she had lain the final red veil at his feet, her heart almost stopping, as she lifted her shy eyes tentatively to his and in that single moment had been reborn, not knowing if she would see him ever again.

Angélique never made it to the auction; she was whisked away by the man who was now her Master. He had made her his in all always and she loved him deeply. She had never known her origins and had no concept of where she was, she had no interest in knowing either. She was his, she was cherished, she was home…

She rolled onto her back returning to the present, her thoughts drifting to the other girls, in her Master’s collection.Oneand herself were separate sides of the same coin, joined by circumstance, yet distanced from one another inadvertently by their master's actions, together since the beginning they coexisted side by side in harmony. Angelique was shy by nature and shied away socially from the other girls, she especially did not know how exactly to handle the volatile girl known as Dee. Her Master had trained her himself, finally assigning the breaking in of most news girl to her, after which they would be handed over to Angelique, for polishing, each according to his preferences for each girl. Even now Angel was still no closer to an understanding her co trainer, who was so different in temperament from herself. She lived and breathed to please, preferring order and tranquility in all things not directly connected to her beloved Master. Her preferred status insulated her from Demi's often sadistic little games, but they unsettled her nonetheless.

A new girl had apparently arrived, a novice who would require careful nurturing. She was unsure to what degree she would be involved; the girl had been a forced abduction. Her eyes clouded, she sincerely hoped Demi would be lenient with the girl's initial training, she simply could not imagine what would happen if she was in one of her moods……

It was days like this that Angelique wondered what it would be like to have a friend, someone to share her fears with.

As she had been thinking, unconsciously probably to balance to the mental images that had come unbidden to her mind, of one bound and coerced into the lifestyle she considered sacred; her hands had moved unconsciously across her lithe, sensual form and as she pleasured herself she idly wondered what it would be like to have another's hands caressing her skin. She had never known anything other than her Master’s devilish, yet infinitely loving touch, would those of a female be different………?

One


Name: Irrelevant. Often referred to as 'One.' Answers to anything Master calls her according to his mood and her favour with him... or lack thereof. Always knows when she is being addressed because the other girls have specific names or titles.

'One' as she is often known, is aged 24 but looks far younger. She is very slender because even rest, sleep, warmth and nutrition are tools that her Master enjoys using when toying with her. She retains a wiry strength though and is by no means as fragile as she looks. Her right buttock is branded with Master's initials and around his house, she wears nothing but a collar and cuffs at wrist/ankle unless instructed otherwise. Her nipples and clit hood are pierced, as is her tongue and a thick, heavy looking chain connects her nipples and clit. She has an alabaster pale complexion, dark red hair and dark green eyes. She is very petite at just 5ft tall.

The girl was Michael Benth's first live-in slut. They met online when she was still only 19, naive and desperate to explore her submissive side. She knew she was masochistic and also that she needed someone else to help her explore that. She is British and was studying at uni to become a nurse when Benth offered to pay for her to visit him during summer break. She agreed to go and after an intense couple of weeks during which Benth collared her, took her anal virginity and discovered that her sub/maso streak ran far deeper than either of them had realised, he simply refused to let her leave. She didn't try. She never looked back.

Five years on, she is his owned slave. He has her passport and she has never left Master's opulent home. He explored her cravings for humiliation, objectification and dehumanization and now, though she has served the longest, she is the lowliest of his girls. She has no limits and no safeword. Among other things, she serves as an outlet for his most violent and depraved urges, enduring extreme physical and psychological torture, all out of utter devotion to him. She lets him pull her apart mentally and attack her at the core of her being, her integral sense of self. Even the other girls struggle to comprehend how she can possibly be contented with her place. But she knows that she shares a deeper bond of trust with Master than perhaps they will ever experience. He could have destroyed her at any time in the last five years, but he hasn't. He could have injured or maimed her beyond healing, disfigured her, become bored with her and cast her out or even killed and discarded her. He has threatened all of those things and plenty of other besides over the years and he has more than convinced her of what he is truly capable of. She knows she has value to him because of what she can suffer for him if nothing else. Her abject and well founded terror of Master's displeasure makes her his most trustworthy slave. She has no concept of female solidarity, something that keeps her on the periphery when it comes to his other girls. She is his possession and everything she thinks, says, witnesses and does belongs to him. She wants to be closer to the other girls but having been conditioned by him for years, she really doesn't know how. She's gauche and awkward, rarely speaking except when directly addressed even among Master's girls.


She awoke as the morning light filtered in through the window and lit her little alcove. Her space was in the ante-room to Master's bedchamber, little more than a glorified passageway. Across the hallway stood her cage, a robust item manufactured for containing a large dog. Various points for the D rings on her cuffs and collar hung from it, ready for the next time Master attempted to train her useless ass. The cage was to her a symbolic dichotomy of some of her most exhilirating, fulfilling and utterly terrifying memories. It was always the first thing her eye fell upon as she woke, reminding her of the rewards for pleasing her Master and the consequences of failing to do so. Here, outside Master's chamber, she was close by in case he should want anything during the night. She was also forced to listen while he played with other girls there, something she knew was no coincidence. Master had to be in a certain evil, aggressive mood before he would use, abuse or fuck her. She was not permitted to touch his cunt unless he ordered her to and cumming was even more of a luxury.

One slept in what could best be described as a nest. It was a collection of mis-matched scraps of fabric and other soft items that she had acquired magpie-like since she had arrived here. One owned nothing, not a scrap of clothing nor a bed of her own. Her collar, cuffs and piercings/chain all belonged to Master and he had threatened more than once to rip them from her and bestow them on a girl who wasn't 'quite so fucking useless.' Even after five long years spent at his feet, one felt little security in her place here, because it was Master's wish that she be grateful in the extreme for everything he deigned to provide for her. One knew he valued her though. She knew his ways and preferences so well now and no other woman would be prepared to endure the harsh, violent, abusive treatment that he kept her as an outlet for. The other girls never experienced the full might of his power, Master always had to rein himself in to avoid dishing out more than they could take. With one though, he could channel his most unpalatable urges, inflict extreme pain, psychological torture and physical injury, knowing she would come crawling back for more while he mocked her for being such a sick little cunt.

One stood and stretched, listening to the familiar tinkle her collar made. From the D ring at the front hung clips that Master could use to lock her wrists and ankle cuffs together. There was also a circular pet tag that bore no inscription, a joke of Master's. One went and showered quickly. With so many women in the house bathroom time was precious and she always washed early to ensure she was done before Master was likely to wake. She used a slightly damp but fluffy towel that one of the other girls had left on the floor. One straightened the bathroom swiftly, gathered the laundry and started the washing machine before returning to pass by her little alcove and kneel at Master's chamber door. He would wake before long and require her service during his morning routine.

She lifted a small hand and gently touched her face. She was not given to gazing at her reflection, she hated her white, emaciated frame with its absence of the lush curves that Master loved so much in his other girls. The black eye that had been a memento of the last time he had taken her was fading now, virtually all of the swelling had gone. One's skin was so alabaster pale that everything Master did to her was painted across it in livid hues of crimson and purple that gradually faded to the yellowish green her eye would be sporting now. She knew from experience that once she was fully healed, Master would soon itch to mark her again. She turned her thoughts to the new girl, who she had overheard the other girls discussing. Master had abducted her, which meant her training would have to be swift and harsh in order to be effective. Angelique was always gentle with newcomers and one viewed her sister sub as an epitome of the 'carrot,' or what the new girl could hope to aspire to if she accepted her place. One however, epitomised the 'stick' or what the consequences of disobedience could be. Although one wasn't disobedient, she knew Master enjoyed abusing her in order to showcase his more sadistic urges and terrify a new girl into compliance. A frission of arousal went through one as she knelt quietly at his door. It had already been far too long since he had used and brutalised her.

Mystery arose with the glittering rays of the morning sun drifting through the window to splash a brilliant array of colour over the varnished floorboards. Her stiff muscles ached as she moved, yawning and grumbling about the early hour; she was no morning person and generally didn’t come alive until she’d had some kind of caffeine.

She slipped from the bed, heaving the covers over in disgust as she padded across the room and selected a skimpy outfit for the day, nothing more that a string of black lace connected together and just as easily pulled apart. Mystery slung it over her shoulder and slammed the simple cupboard door with more force than necessary; the wood creaked in protest, the hinges screeching a soft tune of hatred as she walked away.

She stepped out in the hall, dappled sunlight spread fingers in her wake, splattering over her skin and slipping back as she strolled onwards. She made her way to the bathroom, giving One the slightest nod as she exited; they had a silent understanding of ‘you don’t really matter so this is polite and not more’. Mystery liked her but that was perhaps just because she didn’t have a loud personality, Mystery did usually but never on the job and this was still just a job; she wasn’t truly comfortable here.

She stepped beneath the shower spray, groaning in satisfaction under the warm water and stretching her stiff muscles out with a wince. Mystery was an ambler in the bathroom but finally she’d showered, brushed her teeth and her hair. She dressed in the outfit that was perhaps more alluring than being absolutely naked, it strained against her body; a size too small just as she liked it and the Master never had any complaints over her wardrobe. A simple black leather collar wrapped her throat, she could never remove it for even a shower due to the padlock which held it closed; Master held the key to that.

Her eyes shifted to the clock in the hallway as she walked downstairs and made her way to the kitchen; modern convenience was a thing of beauty really. She started breakfast for the household, she was by no means a chef but she could create some masterful dishes due to her parents crazy dieting rules when she was younger. Mystery could make the most fattening dish look healthy, it was a learned skill and one she found quite handy. She set Master’s breakfast tray aside, expecting that one of the women would be along to collect it shortly.

Mystery finished making the breakfast up and stuck everything inside the hotbox to keep it warm, bacon and scrambled eggs for the ladies today while the Master had a vast array; poached eggs, an omelette, bacon and sausage; a veritable buffet of choice so he would be pleased with it; she decided. She set aside a single bowl of the food, mashed up for One who would eat when and where Master decided for her; perhaps not at all if she fucked up this morning; Mystery mused as she cleaned the benches down.

She tossed her scarlet tresses aside haughtily as her hand strayed between her thighs to the familiar brand mark there; it was still a little tender but much better than it had been for the week after she’d gotten it. She removed her hand hastily and looked around as though she’d been caught doing something wrong; Mystery shook her head and hurried to the dishes; eager to keep her hands busy in the warm soapy water. Her hand lifted to press the bell and alert everyone that breakfast was ready; a unique system she was quite grateful for because running around or shouting was just useless in this house. She fixed a bowl up; remembering they had a ‘houseguest’ this morning and she wasn’t sure if that girl was going to get fed but it was a useful precautionary measure if she didn’t want to get brow beaten or worse; just plain beaten.

Mystery couldn’t help but recall her reaction last time; she should have been screaming in pain but she was about to drip down her legs; it was wrong, she shouldn’t be getting aroused on the job! She’d beaten herself around the head afterwards for it; she can’t get turned on; it was just impossible after all the experience she’d had in the prostitution arena; not to mention the film industry. It just couldn’t happen, she was resolved to ensure that the next time Michael took any implement to her skin; she would ensure the arousal wouldn’t repeat….this time I’ll do it, she thought to herself determinedly.

Demi strolled through the hall from her room. Hers was a little further away from her Master, and she didn't really like it that way, but He had chosen it, and so it was hers. She fingered the small flogger that He had given her as she moved, her outfit may change but she always carried this with her. Walking down the hall, she saw that One was already up, and kneeling near His door. Dee smiled, the girl was nothing if not always on time.

Walking past, she reached out to tousle her sister subs hair. It was a mere touch, nothing much. One and Dee hadn't bonded completely in the four years that Dee had been here, mostly cause One regarded Dee with a little fear. Dee thought that maybe she'd been to quick with a flogger a few times.

She giggled softly to herself as she turned on the landing. Looking in Angelique's room, she shook her head. The girl was on her back, legs spread. Dee hissed softly at Angel.

"Not without permission!" She watched as Angel stiffened and moved her hands away from her body. "Morning Sister!" Dee called out to her. And turned away.

Dee continued down the halls, nodding as she saw that Mystery was up, Dee realized she must be downstairs, that meant the only one left, was Clara. She went to the girl's door and knocked, peeked her head into the dark room.

"Clara, darlin, time to get up, you know that you need to be ready." Leaving the door open, she headed down the stairs into the kitchen. Mystery had already laid out breakfast. Dee smiled at her and prepared a pot of tea.

"We have a new girl, Mys, He woke me up last night to inform me. I will be heading down shortly, care to come?"

Dee finished her breakfast and made her way to the key cabinet. Dee had His permission to unlock every lock, chain, and door in the house. She had earned this right when she had shown a knack for being able to serve Him, and help Him keep the rest of the girls in line. Of course, the first slip from her and she, herself would be back in a cage. Howling and pissed off. But it had been months since He had done that to her. She smiled at the thought, running her hands through her short auburn hair. Dee could brat it up with the rest of them, but she got her enjoyment most from throwing her sisters under the bus, so to speak, Mys got this treatment the most. It wasn't like she tattled on them, rather she was acutely aware of when her sisters were in need, their behavior becoming needy, and she would make sure they got the attention from Him that they wanted or needed or had coming.

Dee headed down the stairs into the dungeon, carrying a tray of buttered toast and water, headed for the keeping room. She was willing to bet, that Mys would soon be hot on her heels ready to meet the new girl and start a fight or something close to that.

Dee put the key in the slot and slid open the door, to reveal the girl. Young, naked and afraid. Dee smiled sweetly at her.

"Good morning. Welcome to the house. I've brought you some breakfast. My name is Demi and I am your new sister. Are you hungry?"

Setting down the tray on the floor, Dee watched the girl warily, waiting to see if she was going to behave or make things difficult. She was prepared for both.

She had begged him for it. It was silly, such a silly request. But he had obliged her. She was like a little kid with that old Tshirt of his, sleeping with it wrapped in her arms, contently nuzzled against the nape of its neck. It smelled of him. Of her sisters. Of everyone that mattered to her. But mostly, above all, of him.

Anything she could do to get that smile from him, she would.

Dee brought about somewhat the same effect in her; not as much as Master, but something different than her other sisters. She had been so strong when Clara first arrived. So commanding, so loving. When he wasn't around, she was. She showed her what love could feel like. A stinging slap on her behind reminded her she was alive. That she had things to live for. Sir and Dee had other wonderful ways to remind her of her existence as well; some she adored. Some... not so much. But they were done in love, and that was what mattered. She would come right back to them, no matter what. She knew the difference between words said in pure spite, and words said because of misbehavior. (Though she truly, TRULY hated to make them upset with her. She tended to cry and shake more from a simple angered look than the actual punishment.)

But the shirt.

It was currently in her favorite place; twined between her fists, buried into her neck. With a soft sigh, it was finally released, pressed under her pillow before she rose from her bed. The smell of breakfast was already wafting, the muffled clank and hiss of the pipes echoing through the wall beside her bed. Or was that the new addition stirring?

She hoped she wasn't an angry one. Mystery still had her curious airs about her, something to her that Clara simply didn't understand. Clara still loved her in her own way, but tended to shy away from her.

But not Ahm Dee.
That was her nickname for her; Ahm... "Mother" in Arabic.
She could never feel that way toward Ahm Dee.

Hearing the voice of that exact woman at her door spooked her, scrambling out of her sheets and nearly falling over as she gave her a pink-cheeked smirk. "I'm coming, Ahm. I'm sorry." That woman must have had some type of sixth sense...

She found the bathroom empty, quickly getting cleaned up for the day before tossing on a barely-covering little white dress, panties and a bra no where to be found. Padding downstairs in her bare feet, she nibbled on some toast and a little juice, smiling softly to Mystery as she heard the key cabinet opening. She shivered. Ahm Dee was going to peek and welcome.

She wanted to go too... but she was still a bit afraid.

"Tell me what she's like if you go?," She asked Mystery softly, shrinking into one of the chairs as tightly as she could. "Please?"

Angelique

Angelique was lying in a haze of contentment, one leg slightly bent, her hand resting between her lovely legs, idly toying with the golden ring nestled there, her mind a million miles away, when she heard the irritating voice of her sister Didi, as she poked her head through the drapery covering her doorway.

"Not without permission!"

Angelique grinned lazily at the girl, moving her hand away on reflex, before slowly bringing her sopping fingers to her lips, her eyes fixed indolently on the other girl as she lovingly cleaned them.

Didi had no jurisdiction over her orgasms, or in fact, over anything she did, and well she knew it……

It was a game of sorts they played, one which Angelique didn't take seriously , but sometimes seeing an odd look in her sisters eyes she wondered if perhaps she did, was she waiting for a time when she, Angelique, would fail?

Angelique answered only to her beloved Master in all things, she was His Angel, the only one allowed to shorten her name. She was not naive, knowing that this would continue only as long as she pleased him well in all things.

In this moment, on this day she did......

Watching her nemesis leave she rolled over onto her tummy with a tiny tinkle of bells speaking softly, “don’t you have duties to attend to sister dear?

The smell of their breakfast wafted thought the open doorway, she grimaced at the smell of bacon and eggs, it was a wonder the girls weren't all over weight, she thought, giggling at the picture that came unbidden to her mind, her Master dwarfed by mounds of jiggling flesh as he had them all pleasure him.

Smell notwithstanding, she was hungry. Stretching languidly she quickly showered and slipped a silken confection of the sheerest gold fabric over her breasts draping a small scrap of matching fabric around her hips. Leaving her hair flowing freely down her back, she left her rooms in search of breakfast, in a sensual cloud of bliss, tinkling bells and the heady fragrance which always surrounded her; her Masters favorite perfume.

Arriving in the kitchen, she spied His breakfast tray, wishing she would be the one to hand serve him this morning, her eyes darkened with desire, knowing that it would lead to several hours between his sheets and elsewhere. Mmmmm patience Angelique, your time will come. She routed in the fridge piling her plate high with fresh fruits and berries, topping her breakfast off with a sprinkling of nuts which she always had in a container in the fridge. A glass of juice and she was on her way, she would eat her breakfast in the gardens, unless Michael had need of her elsewhere this day.

One was still kneeling in front of His door and she was so tempted to pop a fresh strawberry between the girls lips , but knew that would incur her Master’s wrath. Instead she contended herself with a smile and a soft good morning.

Soon both One and Didi were forgotten, as she lounged on a blanket in the lush garden, listening to the music of the birds as she enjoyed her fruit. To watch her eat was entertainment of the most delightful kind, she eat as if she did have an audience, each tiny bite or nibble designed to provoke and tempt; she made love to every delectable morsel as she placed it between her berry soaked lips.

Sated yet again that morning, she lay back and stared at the clear blue sky, murmuring , “I am so very lucky to have found my Master,one who loves me so.”

Drifting in contentment, one hand caressing the ornate silver collar around her slender throat, quite literally counting her blessings as she did each morning, she knew she needed to get up and complete her morning exercise routine, soon she thought, just five more minutes……

She peeked through the mass of dark waves that surrounded her. The woman was tall, her dark red curls looking wild in the short style she wore. The smile was friendly enough, the voice sounding sincere, but the words issuing forth made absolutely no sense to the confused co-ed cowering in the corner. Nor did they mesh with the funny looking pom-pom in her hand. She had never seen such a thing, and thought it looked...almost evil.

She watched the tray being set on the floor. She could reach it if she moved, but she would have to leave the relative safety of her little corner, and she wasn’t sure she could manage that just yet. Besides, the smell of the toast was enough to turn her stomach, although she knew it would help with the nausea of the hangover were she to nibble on it slowly.

Ignoring the welcome and the question posed to her, the girl lifted her head slightly, her cat-like eyes meeting the green of the woman calling herself “Demi”. Her voice was soft, uncertain, as she asked her own questions…the ones foremost in her mind.

“Wh-where am I? Wh-what do you want with me? Why am I h-here?”

Her eyes darted to the door standing open, wondering if it was just this woman, or if there were others she would have to get past if she were to manage an escape. She had read enough true crime stories and mysteries in her short life to know that she may not have much chance, but her mind worked feverishly to analyze her situation. No windows or anything telling beyond the door other than more concrete walls. No sounds reached her from the rest of the house…if indeed it even was a house, as this woman claimed.

One of the first rules of every crime novel she had ever read flashed through her mind with sudden intensity. This woman was allowing her to see her face! If this was some kind of temporary situation, and she was going to be released, then the woman would cover her face, right? So that she couldn’t be identified later! That meant…

Her eyes rolled over to the hook buried in the wall, and a violent shudder coursed through her, an unwitting groan escaping as she figured she wouldn’t get out of this alive. She didn’t know why this woman was holding her…what the purpose behind it all was…but in her vivid imagination, she could see herself hanging from the hook and being ruthlessly gutted for whatever pleasure her captor managed to glean from the act.

Michael Benth stretched his long frame as he roused groggily from his slumber. It had been a rather late evening, and a lot of work had gone into his latest addition to his home. She showed such promise, and had a lot to learn if she was to fit in within his house. As his feet hit the carpeted floor with a tired sigh, he idly wondered what type of slave she would be, after Dee and Angel had completed their work. As he pulled on a loose-fitting robe over his boxer shorts, he thought about each of his girls, and how they had come into his life.

Only some had come willingly, but all wanted to stay...

His first had a name long ago, but he'd forgotten it. Hell, he wasn't even sure she remembered it. She was usually referred to as "One" by the other girls, and sometimes by himself. But her names were as varied as his moods, in all reality. Anything from meat, holes, or cunt to thing, bitch, or whore. The deeper his depravity towards her, the more she seemed to crave. he chuckled softly, knowing she was probably outside his door like a dog at that very moment.

His second was Angelique, the pleasure slave. The only one of the girls that didn't directly answer to Dee, or any of them, for that matter. She was his trophy slave, in a sense, and she certainly delivered. She was quite adept at specialty sessions, dances, tantric massages, etc. He'd acquired her right before her auction, though the details of the acquisition were only known to himself.

As he stepped into the shower and began cleansing his nude form, his mind drifted to Demi. Dee, as she was called by most in the house, had been a very unique capture. He'd caged her in order to break her, and it had actually been the first time he'd been forced to cage a sub, ever. But then, Dee wasn't a typical slave, and it was evidenced by how she had grown to practically run his home in his absence.

His fourth was an identical opposite of his first, which was really the only way to describe it. Just as One was devoted, Clara was equally so, but the motivation was backwards. Clara thrived on even the smallest signs of love and affection, craved it and returned ten-fold when given. She had been the only one to beg for an old shirt of his, and he obliged, knowing what it would do for her. He had since come to learn that she clutched it like a child with a teddy bear every night while sleeping. He'd have to get her a new one, soon...

Coming out of the shower and briskly toweling dry, his thoughts turned once more. Mystery, the porn star. His fifth claim had been less than enthusiastic, but willing nonetheless. He had noticed her apparent need to separate herself emotionally from the life, but he really didn't care much. She may treat it as a job, and she may be a little rough around the edges, but she still served him well. And that was what he cared about most. Though, he idly wondered if a good caging would bring her to her senses from time to time, he'd never done it to her. He did notice that she was a closet masochist, aroused by the pain he delivered, and he used that more and more to get under her skin. As far as he knew, he'd never actually forced an orgasm out of the girl, though. Seemed to be a matter of pride with her, and he thought about changing that soon enough.

He pulled on a fresh pair of soft shorts and donned his robe once again before finally crossing the room and opening the door. He reached a hand out without even looking down as he crossed the threshold and walked into the hall. It roughly smacked soft flesh, and he knew exactly who it belonged to. "Hello, cunt," he spoke with a slight laughter in his voice. He walked on, the only acknowledgement of her existence being two harsh words and a slap on her cheek.

It didn't take long to get to the dining area, where Mystery and Clara resided. He touched Clara's cheek softly and smiled down at her, then walked up behind Mystery. His hands cupped her firm bottom as he spoke into her ear, his breath hot on it. "Where are the rest of my girls? Angel and Dee? Are they visiting the new arrival already, or have we even seen them yet?"

He stepped to the table and noticed One's apparent bowl of mashed up food and tossed it casually to the floor, not caring as half of the mush spilled over onto the tile. He figured the cunt had followed him to the kitchen, but he avoided looking to check. He simply scooped up his own tray of carefully prepared breakfast, ruffled Clara's hair, and moved to the dining table. As he ate, his mind focused naturally to the newest in the line of slaves. He wondered what she was up to...

One

One knelt there silently as the other girls rose and acknowledged her. She couldn't help stiffening as Dee ruffled her hair, knowing she held a flogger in her other hand. Dee didn't have much interaction with her because one didn't really need training or discipline, though Dee wasn't above pretending she did. Since the arrival of tempestuous Mystery, Dee had had her hands full anyway trying to keep the girl in line. Mystery had a psychological exoskeleton that repelled all attempts to connect with her. One knew this because she was exactly the same, with the sole exception of her Master. She felt an affinity of sorts with Mystery but one's sole focus was always her Master. Mystery would find her own niche here in time, she was simply not one's concern.

She had known Master's mind would be on his latest acquisition but even so, one was not disappointed. The slap had been gentle and his voice rippled with happiness. There had been times when he had woken in a bad mood or been pissed off with some failing from the day before. On those mornings she had been backhanded, punched, kicked or even thrown in her cage to starve while the others ate and think on her worthlessness to him. There had been rare times when he had wanted to reward her with use that pleasured her and to keep her on her toes Master would occasionally give her the headfuck of an embrace or a long kiss.

He moved past her and she rose to follow him. Kneeling for so long had left her legs cramped and she couldn't have crawled even if she'd wanted to. Master loved to make her crawl for him but as he wasn't about to look over his shoulder and enjoy the view, she felt able to walk quietly behind him.

She watched him greet the other girls, lingering over their ripe figures in a way he never did with her. One had always been fine boned and childlike in appearance, even before Master had started managing her diet. She watched dispassionately as her bowl hit the floor. Everything was mashed together as usual, which made her food perpetually bland. It was Master's wish that be fed this way and she knew it was about making her existence here so devoid of sensual pleasure that when he used her, it was a total overload. It also meant that she had little attachment to food and could go without it if required to. She knelt and cleaned up the small portion she'd been given, licking out the bowl because she knew it could be a while before she ate again. One then moved to wash her own bowl and the others' dishes as they finished their appetizing meals one by one.

Her eyes lingered on Master when he wasn't looking. He was always most alive when he had a new girl to train and she always carried the fear that he would find a girl sick enough to take her place here. She wondered how the new arrival would adapt and what part, if any, she would have to play in that.

"We have a new girl, Mys, He woke me up last night to inform me. I will be heading down shortly, care to come?"

Mystery turned and blinked quickly, she had been so lost in just focusing on some monotonous task that she’d totally failed to realize Dee had entered the room. She half smiled as Dee was already eager and at the key cabinet, keen to see what prize would fall into her hands next. Mystery remembered her own training with Dee whom she fondly and sarcastically referred to as ‘the mother of all monsters’ after meeting her sadistic streak head on.

Mystery gave Clara a smile as she came into view, she knew the girl spooked a little easily and somehow she’d always felt that maybe her smiles creeped Clara out or something so she rarely did it but she was looking forward to meeting the new acquisition. She gave Dee a slight nod to let her know that she’d finish up and be along in a minute. Her head swivelled back to Clara as she spoke unexpectedly.

"Tell me what she's like if you go? Please?"

Mystery nodded, a little surprised that Clara even spoke to her, “Uhhh yeah sure Clara, no worries…she‘s probably scared to death though, waking up in that room and all…”

Mystery smirked a little, taking a small slice of satisfaction out of knowing someone else was suffering the terror of that little dungeon and it wasn’t her for a change. She spoke in a casual manner though, always trying to keep her tongue in check lest Dee come along with her flogger and try to whip it out of her - it never worked….well, not for very long anyway but the woman kept at it and though Mystery would never admit it; she admired her for it just a little.

Angelique flitted in and out of the room as though stepping on a summer’s breeze as always, she’d smile at everyone and make her way out quickly and by now Mystery knew that this was routine. She took the pre cut fruit from the fridge, prepared by whomsoever had the kitchen duty the previous night and wandered out into the gardens. Mystery was most uncomfortable around her for some reason she couldn’t quite comprehend. Clara was jittery and One was understandable, Dee was in love with causing Mystery more trouble and torment than she could stir alone but Angelique absolutely confounded her, she couldn’t wrap her head around the pampered pleasure slave. Perhaps it was because she was comfortable with luxuries Mystery had no desire to experience or because she seemed so infallibly happy, like she’d never shed a tear in her whole life. Were she to swap places with One, Mystery was fairly certain they’d both be in tears around the clock!

She was so lost in her imagination of such a situation that once again, she failed to notice Master’s entrance until his hands cupped her ass cheeks and she lifted to her toes, pressing up against the sink while she tried to slow her breathing as he whispered in her ear.

"Where are the rest of my girls? Angel and Dee? Are they visiting the new arrival already, or have we even seen them yet?"

His hot breath washing over her delicate senses did nothing to make it easy to respond, she stammered quietly, “D-Dee I-is with the new arri-rival Sir, I think Angeli-ique is out in the garden.”

She was almost glad when he moved away and sent One’s bowl tumbling to the floor, she set down on her feet again; his proximity had a tendency to scare her sometimes and she could swear he did it on purpose too! Trying to get a reaction out of Mystery was difficult enough but everyone has their buttons…unfortunately Mystery was part of that collective and still determined not to get so attached as to be unable to leave these people behind. She drained the sink and dried her hands, her eyes drifting over as everyone settled down to their meals, she grimaced as she was forced to step over One in order to make her way down to the dungeon. She’d done far worse things for underground porn and during her time as a prostitute but One wasn’t getting paid and there wasn’t a camera crew in sight so Mystery supposed it would take time to adjust a little. Still One made her more comfortable with her quiet and reserved manner, they didn’t matter to each other and that was just how Mystery wanted it.

She made her way into the dank place, recalling her last visit in here with excitement and fear, Mystery pushed the door open in time to catch the girl speaking or the tail end of what she’d been saying anyway.

“…am I h-here?”

Mystery shut the door a little behind her and eyed the naked woman shivering on the floor, she stood off to Dee’s right and clasped her hands behind her back, struggling to keep the wicked grin from appearing on her lips. She knew better than to speak; she mostly just ignored that rule anyway and it got her into boundless troubles, today however, she was keen to see Dee at work with another. For now, Mystery was content to simply witness though she didn’t trust her mouth in the least the next time the girl asked some other stupid question. Why am I here indeed! Fuck, she’s an idiot then, obviously you’re naked in a locked room with barely a working light bulb let alone bed sheets because we think you have great academic skills! Mystery had serious trouble not giggling over that part, she covered her mouth and bowed her head painfully to stop it.

Clara smiled to Mystery as she agreed to tell her, though a faint frown came after. Oh, yes, right. New Girl would probably be afraid. Why, she didn't quite understand. Master did have his frightening sides, but the first to meet her was Dee. A sort of gatekeeper, introduction to the new world up in the rest of the mansion. It really did feel like a seperate world to her. Master was the king of his own domain here, and they were all his subjects. Respect him. Love him. Obey his command. And the reward he provided was that which each girl craved- even if they didn't know what it was they wanted.


Finishing her toast, she beamed a huge smile as their Master, the lord of this castle, made his presence known, greeting the girls available in their respective manner. The feel of his touch against her cheek left her with her toes curled over the edge of her chair, her heart racing and her eyes closing as she smiled. "Good morning, Sir," she whispered, opening her eyes to see One trailing after. "Go eat before it gets cold," she hissed gently. She tried hard to be nice to her, but Clara often felt her efforts were... rather wasted.

She had been curious on Angelique's sudden departure as well. Did she never plan to eat with them? She rarely talked to the woman, though not for the same reason as her other "senior" sister currently eating from the bowl on the floor. Angelique seemed to be in a class seperate from the others.

To be honest, Clara felt a twinge of jealousy.

But to make it openly known? Never happening.

His warm hand brushed the top of her head, Clara wanted terribly to grab his hand, to worship those fingers that blessed her with his touch.
*Be good.
Be good, and maybe later you can get that chance.*

Dee felt the movement next to her and didn't even have to look up to see that it was Mystery. It was fine, Dee needed to keep Mys close, she still had a few rough edges, and refinement in her service that could be polished. Though she stood a few feet from her, Dee could tell Mys was totally enjoying the entrapment of the new girl.

The new girl. She had remained in the corner and not moved towards the tray. Dee noted this. She had timidly asked where she was, and seemed to be paying attention to the details of Dee's face as if trying to place them, remember them, so she could report back. Dee remembered those initial moments herself. She had been trained by Master, and it had been a fight, from day one she resisted.

But that didn't matter, what mattered was the new one in front of her. She was cowering in the corner. Dee took a deep breath, might as well get started. The Master would be curious as to His new acquisitions fortitude, and trainability.

Dee crossed the room in three short strides, reaching out to curl her fingers into the girl's long brown hair, Dee dragged her across the room, dumping her in front of the food.

"You have one minute, slut, to finish what your sisters have brought for you. If you cannot, then you will not eat. You will not speak again unless you are asked a direct question. And you will kneel obediently when someone enters the room, always aware of the fact that of everyone in this house, all of them are more important than you. You are worthless until you are trained, and even then, you are only worth what He sees in you."

Dee leaned over and tugged on the girl's hair, and moved her body until she was kneeling, with her legs spread.

"This is how you are to kneel, with your cunt showing, your eyes and head lowered, your back straight. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Michael was finishing his breakfast, his brain still in overdrive with thoughts of his newest claimed acquisition. He had a special place in his heart for each and every one of his girls, but it was always an exciting time when a new one was being brought into the fold. He stared at his empty plate and swirled a glass of orange juice in quiet contemplation, but soon decided he needed some fresh air and some company. Mystery and Dee were probably with the new girl right now, Clara and One were in the kitchen. He decided not to go collect them just yet, knowing that Myst had said something about his Angel probably being in the garden.

He rose, leaving his tray, knowing that his first slave would probably be coming to collect it as soon as he was gone. He carried his glass of juice out the glass doors to the terrace, and glanced in the direction of the garden. He could just barely make out Angelique through the bushes that separated the two. He strode casually down the steps and across the winding stone path towards her. As he turned past the bushes that had obscured his view, he noted that she was in the middle of some stretching. Currently, her back was arched, arms high above her head, breasts thrust out, and legs spread. Quite exquisite, really. The path had dumped him at a point where she happened to be facing away, and he used that to his own advantage, as he often did.

It was only a few steps, and he knew she would sense his presence before he touched her, so he took his time in reaching around her body. Calloused fingers grazed a firm, stretched stomach, teasing the flesh as they traveled up, agonizingly slow in their journey. He was never in a hurry with her, and this was no different. The hands finally enclosed around pert, silk-covered breasts, pronounced nipples very evident through the thin material as he cupped and massaged. His lips found her ear receptive as his words were barely a breath. "Good morning, my flightless cherubim. Enjoying your garden, as always?"

He moved only slightly away, scooping up his glass which had been silently placed on the table nearby. After sitting down and crossing his legs casually, he reclined, not caring in the least that his robe wasn't closed, his thin, but toned form on display. "So, you ready to begin training someone again? To be honest, I have no idea what kind of girl she will be. Should be interesting to find out, certainly." He took a sip of his drink. "Dee is getting her started now, apparently. She seems to have a knack for breaking them, huh?"

He chuckled softly at the thought of Dee with the new girl. Probably scaring her shitless right now. It had been so easy to get her, a little too much to drink, a paid cabby, and viola. Naked and in his dungeon. Of course, it would be a while before he saw her again, as she had a lot to learn before he would get involved. But eventually, she would be ready for him.

Angelique, however, was always ready for him... Maybe a little pick me up was in order. A simple massage to work out some of the incredibly late night, then he would be ready to start his day, maybe even get some work done.

"Come here, Angel. Work on my back, would you?" He leaned forward in the chair, then scooted up, allowing her to sit behind him as she'd done many times in that very spot.

One

She cleared Master's tray, watching him depart for the garden and his most pampered possession. One knew that she wouldn't last five minutes as a spoiled princess like Angelique but that knowledge made her hard on herself. She couldn't say why she would find it so difficult to be treated so well but she would find it as oppressive as Angelique would find one's own place, if they were ever to swap. It was a constant source of amusement to her Master that she thrived on the bespoke subhuman existence he had developed for her.

Back in the days when they had been new to one another, Master had often been incredulous when another one of her triggers and controls was identified. Neither of them could really believe that she would be content in the long term with such a lowly and degrading way of life. So many times he had smirked in that way of his and said, "You really want this don't you? You damaged little bitch." Sometimes she was jealous of the affection he lavished so easily on the other girls but deep at her core, she knew that her place here set her apart and made her devotion unique. She would writhe beneath a glare from him as though his fist was in her hair and his other hand at her throat. When he verbally humiliated her, eviscerating her mind, heart and soul, his words went through her like molten lava, melting through her skin and searing her at the core of her being. When he did choose to touch her, it was always nothing short of electric. Because he was rarely in a mood to use her, one's hunger for him was consuming. By the time he laid his hands on her she was way past caring what he did with them. Master had even dripped degrading filth into her ear, making her cum for him without touching her at all and without her laying a finger on herself, cowering in her cage. She doubted now that she could ever cum again even if she wanted to, without him commanding her as he drank in and fed on her pain. Masters control of her orgasms had become something to behold. These days he gave her a small window of opportunity in which to cum for him and one rarely failed to.

Not even one knew why she was wired this way. Her upbringing had been uneventful. Since childhood though, she had known she was different. One had been the little girl who rooted for the baddies in fairy tales, who had been immune to physical chastisement by her parents, who had discovered masturbation without being told about it by the time she was 12 and who was hitting herself with a wooden spoon and attaching clothespins to herself to make masturbation more satisfying by the time she was 15. She was the girl with nasty looking rock and metal musicians on her bedroom wall and instead of daydreaming about romance with them like teenage girls did, her fantasies were dark and explicit, involving abduction and rape. Her style became gothic but spiced with a sexual awareness that few girls her age possessed. She got looks from guys, even though she looked far younger than she was. It was in her body language, in her aura, even as a virgin teenager, guys could spot her inner slut. Master enjoyed pointing out that if he hadn't decided to keep her, her cravings for abuse and degradation would have got her killed by now. She didn't disagree with him, she knew how deep her hunger ran.

When she began dating, she saw older boys and she let them explore her body. She hadn't even known what she was expecting to feel. The unskilled lads she hung around with never gave her much in the way of gratification or fulfilment though. Frustrated and disappointed, one had dated a string of guys but they were either heavy handed and clumsy or so gentle that she hardly knew they were there. She didn't know how to ask for rough treatment and when she tried to, all she got was a few light spanks. One night one had typed 'fuck me like you hate me.' into google and a post from a sex forum had come up. She had found her way around the forum and into the chatroom, where she met her Master. Soon she was chatting with him nightly and he was teaching her how to experiment with sensations on her own body. The day she bought a webcam for him was the day he announced she had to visit the states. So she had travelled to visit him. The first time he had taken her, she ad cried because she was so relieved that the sub/maso experience she had been striving for could be as intense and fulfilling as she'd always dreamed. For Master, to play with a girl who took everything he dished out and begged for more was also a revelation. The rest, as they say, is history.

One wandered around, picking up after the other girls, then she went to her Master's room to make his bed and take away the clothes he had shed the night before. Master had spent a rare night alone here and she leaned over the bed to drink in his scent, untainted by feminine perfume. Her body was instantly alight for him and she permitted herself a very quiet moan as she fought the urge to sink down onto his soft bed and masturbate while she bathed in the masculine tang of sweat, pheromone and his cologne from the night before.

When she had done all the chores she could see that needed doing, one curled up in her makeshift bed once more. Master fed her little, which meant she had to try to conserve her energy throughout the day. It wouldn't stop him kicking her and calling her a lazy cunt if he caught her napping but as always, she dozed lightly with one ear cocked for his heavy footsteps.

She cried out as the pain tore through her head. The yanking on her hair didn’t help any with the day after headache, and she scrambled to move with the woman as she was dragged across the floor. She could feel the concrete biting into the flesh of her knees, scraping them raw.

She landed with her hands on either side of the plate, head hanging down and her hair obscuring the tears that were flowing freely. Before she could protest the treatment being offered her, Demi spoke again.

"You have one minute, slut, to finish what your sisters have brought for you. If you cannot, then you will not eat. You will not speak again unless you are asked a direct question. And you will kneel obediently when someone enters the room, always aware of the fact that of everyone in this house, all of them are more important than you. You are worthless until you are trained, and even then, you are only worth what He sees in you."

Her head was spinning even more. Sisters, kneeling, training…who was this “He” she mentioned? She cried out again as her head was pulled up, her body forced into an uncomfortable position on the rough surface of the floor. For the first time, she noticed the other girl that had followed Demi in, and her eyes watered at the impossible red color of the woman’s hair. Her attention was snapped back to Demi as she continued.

"This is how you are to kneel, with your cunt showing, your eyes and head lowered, your back straight. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Shaking her head, Anne replied in a quite, yet trembling voice, “No…actually, I d-don’t understand…I don’t understand what I’m doing here or what any of this is about! Who are you people?!”

Angelique in the garden with Master!

Angelique decided to stay in the garden awhile and begin her stretches there as she oft-times liked to do, she loved the outdoors, she was a child of the elements. She adored her private piece of paradise, especially when it was shared with the one she loved the most.

Stretched out in a, salutation to the sun, she knew the precise moment that the object of her thoughts stepped in behind her, each tiny golden hair on her her lovely form standing instantly to attention. She slowed down her suddenly accelerated breathing, as his dominance surrounded her like a soft blanket, setting her senses on fire in a way only he could do. She was trembling when she felt the first touch of his firm hands on her tender breasts. "Good morning, my flightless cherubim. Enjoying your garden, as always?"

“Mmmmmm yes, my Master,” was her breathy reply.

As he stepped away from her, she turned, using a soft, sensual, pirouette as her eyes follow him to his chair, devouring every inch of his masculine form that he inadvertently displayed to her greedy eyes as he sat down. She moved to kneel by his feet her head resting in his lap as he shared his innermost thoughts with her.

"So, you ready to begin training someone again?" He was playing a game of cat and mouse with her this morning, knowing that she wouldn’t be introduced to the new girl, until she had accepted her situation and moved from the dungeon into the house proper. Angelique had only been down in the basement once, she shuddered slightly in remembrance. Didi had been in a horrible cage, the room had frightened her into immobility, the hook… she had never been required to go there again! Angelique knew with absolute certainty if she ever found herself in such a cage that she would simply die!

What if? Do not go there he loves you, he will never tire of you, she chided herself firmly pushing her innermost fear away. Looking up at her beloved, she forced a smile. “I look forward to meeting her, my Master, sometimes I miss you so, it will be good to have a purpose again while you are gone from me”

She gracefully arouse at his request for a massage, sliding her sinuous form effortlessly around to the back of him, managing to loose her top and slide off his robe, in one fluid motion as she became his second skin., her long legs wrapped around his torso. Sliding her bells from her wrists and placing them carefully on the table, she spoke again. “Didi excels at what she does, like this girl she enjoys what she loves and is skilled at.” With that she began to message his neck and back; Strong fingers, soft thumbs, her palms, sensuous kisses, tiny nips, languorous motions of her pink tongue all melded into one continuous motion, seeking to remove knots and relieve the tension, in every single muscle of his neck and back. She worked silently, finishing with long deep strokes of effleurage; her legs still wrapped around him, finished, she slid in one fluid motion around his body and flowed onto his lap,

Watching him carefully from beneath her long lashes for his reaction, good or bad, she reached down between them and lovingly grasped his manhood, bringing it to hardness with her practiced fingers, before pressing it between her velvety folds and pulling herself onto its length, her legs locking them together. Looking deep into his eyes, allowing him to see the light violet of hers, transform into the deepest of azure, she used her strong kegel muscles along the length of his shaft from base to tip, increasing their speed until they were undulating in one continuous motion along its entire length. It would feel as if it were in fact her hands expertly messaging it, as they had the muscles of his torso, just mere moments before.

Arching backwards slightly, on his lap, she ran her hands up the sides of her tiny waist, to her luscious breasts, presenting them for his pleasure. She watched with smiling eyes as his lips descended, to first one nipple then the other. Using only his teeth he unhooked her tiny golden bells from her nipple rings, spitting fist one then the other onto the table; one landed with a tiny tinkle, the other bounced and was soon lost in the grass. She giggled gently; she had lost many of her golden bells in this exact same spot over the years. The thought was soon banished, as his lips closed over a puffy nipple, teasing, biting and toying with the golden ring. Pain soon turned pleasure, rushed to the area he was buried, the muscles tending to his cock never faltered in their loving ministrations as the bolt of pure electricity hit her clitoris, causing her to moan out her need.

Her arms went to his neck and she ran them lovingly through his short hair as her head dropped backwards, and her soft lips parted slightly..... this was perfection. She loved when they were joined as one, in this lazy, hazy sensuous, manner……

If one were to view the scene it looked idyllic. A couple locked in a lovers embrace, exchanging kisses, soft words, each indistinguishable from the other. A perfect sculpture; softness embracing hardness, edges blurring, almost as if they were one glorious entity, a new species being born into the balmy morning. One would never guess what was taking place at this very instant in his basement, nor what lurked in the darker recesses of his psyche…..

Angelique's soft dulcet tones wafted gently on the breeze, “My beloved Master thank you, this girl was blessed the day you found her and brought her to this eden.“

Dee sighed softly at the girl's words. She knelt next to the girl in the same fashion she was in.

"You are home now." Dee took the glass of water and held it up for the girl to drink, giving her small sips. "I know that this is scary to you. But we are not here to hurt you, we will love and support you for all our days. Sweet Anne, you are now part of our family, and you will learn to serve our Master fully and with all your heart."

Dee swallowed her words, no matter how she tried to say it, it still sounded like a fucking cult when it came out like that. But it was the truth, strictly speaking, even without the creepy connotations. Dee lovingly ran her hand up the girls cheek, and tucked her hair behind her ear, even though the girl flinched with every touch.

"We are going to start your training. You will answer my questions with only a Yes or No Sister, and nothing else. Focus on your training and you can leave this room, soon. If you do not things will become very hard on you. Are you ready?"

She stood, tousled Anne's hair once more, and then kicked the tray away from her, the plate crashing against the wall, the sound reverberating throughout the room. Dee stood poised and ready for the girl's next action whatever it might be. She gestured to the plate for Mys to clean up. Not that she actually would.

For a minute Mys and Dee glared at each other, then Anne stirred and they looked down at her expectantly.

Mystery Storm

Mystery watched the exchange between the two women, Dee exuded mass power over the timid little wretch on the floor and Mystery caught herself rolling her eyes more than once; the girl was no fighter, she had no backbone, she was afraid and nothing more. Mystery couldn’t even imagine taking the girl’s place, she and Dee had butted heads from day one and she lived to make Dee use that flogger she carried around. If Mystery had her way, she’d need a new one before too long.

Myst secretly enjoyed the pain inflicted but she enjoyed the mischief that much more. Seeing what made people tick and where she could push the boundaries; not to mention how far she could push before they’d break. It was cat and mouse, she’d always end up as the mouse but she liked to make the cat work for it.

Her thoughts were broken and her eyes lifted to seek out the offending noise, she snorted; Dee had to make a show and scare the shit out of the girl of course. The shards of what had been a plate of food now littered the dungeon floor. Dee’s eyes met with Mystery’s and her hand gestured with a back swing at it lazily, Myst knew this one; clean it up whore.

Mystery’s eyes narrowed and met Dee’s evenly and defiantly. Fuck that! If she wanted to make a show of wrath and shake the girl up then she could clean up the damn mess. Her fingers curled into fists as she stood her ground, most girls would wilt and piss themselves beneath Dee’s angry gaze but Mystery wasn’t phased; she lived to cause that livid expression in Demi.

They broke eye contact when Anne moved slightly and they both looked down at her. She was afraid; Mystery could see it on her, smell it even. Her every motion was timid and uncertain, her spoken words were shaky at best and she was obviously shy; desiring to cover up that body of hers like it was something precious. Mystery almost wanted to slap her for that most of all. She despised women who were body shy, she called it body shy and not body conscious for a reason. Mystery was like all women and hated certain parts of her body but she still bared them, hell she’d sold them! She knew her body was nothing special, her cunt was not unique and though her skills were admirable; they’d cost her just about everything to learn.

Mystery’s only claim on her body was her ass, to this day she’d managed to avoid being taken anally and that had been a struggle to say the least. Almost every guy wanted to try it but it was the one thing that wasn’t for sale. Michael had yet to try it and she doubted he was aware of her virginity in that area but grateful that it was her secret alone…for now. Myst wanted to just tell Dee to beat the girl, Anne was becoming irksome to Mystery and while she was not one to wield a flogger, she did enjoy watching Demi go to work on the other girls once in awhile. She was skating thin ice already though and Dee could be unpredictable at best so she held her tongue in check for the moment.

Michael

Michael closed his eyes and concentrated as his pleasure slave went to work on the tense muscles of his back, shoulders, and neck. It was amazing just how many knots could be created from one night at a club, trying to scope out a new potential girl. A shiver ran up his spine as her fingers dug into his flesh. It had been a rather long night, and he'd not gotten a good massage from Angelique in quite a while. As she made comment on Demi's abilities and her own, he smiled, eyes still lazily closed.

"Yes, she is quite skilled at what she does. And, like you, so are the rest of my girls. I think this may be my last acquisition though. I have pretty much everything a Master could want..."

His eyes flew open and studied her carefully as she slipped into his lap and straddled him, suddenly. He made no effort to stop her when her nimble fingers freed his length and began focusing her massage on that particular location. A sly grin formed on his face, and his eyes focused on hers when she shifted and drew his shaft deep into her willing sex, then widened in slight surprise as the muscles in her canal began to work. She could crush a straw with those muscles, he knew, but it never ceased to amaze him at just how odd it felt to be inside experiencing it.

"The naughty side of my cherubim is out in full force today, huh?" he whispered as she worked. Her breasts were consciously displayed, and he couldn't help but toy with the nipples, using his teeth. A lost bell. He really needed to stop doing that... He snapped out of that thought as she spoke.

“My beloved Master thank you, this girl was blessed the day you found her and brought her to this eden.“

"You're here for my pleasure, dearheart. Don't forget that..." His tone was in kindness, even though his words by themselves may not have been. His smile was soft, admittedly beginning to get harder to maintain. Even though they hadn't moved, her massage of his cock was getting him very close, he just needed a little more.

He wrapped his arms around her back and his teeth sank into her shoulder as he held her still and rocked his powerful hips up a few times, enough to bring him over the edge. His bite was hard enough to leave marks as his climax began, pumping wave after wave of his heated gift into her core, his own body tight and shivering throughout. As he came down from his high, he kissed her lips softly and smiled, knowing that she hadn't finished herself. But, that was what she got when she took matters into her own hands... Or pussy.

He was still inside her, her legs wrapped around his hips as he stood up and carried her inside. He dropped laid her down on the plush couch when they reached the living room, and he finally slid out of her as he stood up. He stroked her cheek lazily and said his temporary farewells before strolling back into the kitchen with a smile.

His robe had been left outside, draped over the chair, and his boxers hung open, softening manhood hanging out, still covered in his Angel's excited sheen of juices. Where was One? He needed a good cleaning... Ah, there she was.

He walked right up to her and wrapped a hand in her hair, not even saying a word as she was forced to her knees and his wet cock sliding across her face. She would certainly enjoy any excuse to please him, and he knew she loved the taste of pussy as much as dick.

Angelique.

"You're here for my pleasure, dearheart. Don't forget that..."

How could she ever, she thought smiling lazily, she received her pleasure from His pleasure, orgasms, nice trinkets, the lush accommodations provides for her, were pure icing on her cake. She held her own orgasm in check, as he plunged upward into her tight recesses to take his own pleasure, digging his teeth into her shoulder as he did so. She kept up her muscle play on his cock until she had drained him of every last drop of his precious juices.

As he carried her to the house using the scenic route instead of the entrance to her suite of rooms she knew that she had lost his attention. She had hoped he would make love to her on her satin covered bed, that he would spend the morning perhaps allowing her to show him the depth of her love for him, how do I love thee let me count the ways….

As he laid her down on the couch, she lowered her eyelids covering her hurt, watching him covertly as he left the room.

She was up off the couch in a flash, retracing their steps, taking are to avoid her Master; she gathered and replaced her bracelets on her tiny wrists and in a tinkle of bells was soon back in the refuge of her bedroom.

She stood their panting softly feeling his fluids oozing from her sex, clinging jealously to her soft skin as they made their way down the insides of her long legs. Angelique was used to this environment, her Masters mood changes; she was not what he sought this morning, she was not what he needed many mornings.......... Angelique refused to ponder on those changes, or her Master’s varied needs beyond those she was well trained to provide.

She glanced in the mirror across her room, at the wanton woman standing their. She looked like a woman at the very height of her arousal; flushed pink, nipples puffy atop her heaving breasts, her labia swollen and aching with her need. Long tangles tresses, a back drop for all this smoldering unfulfilled sensuality. Her eyes a deep stormy violet, stared back at her in accusation as she traced the marks his bite had left.

Taking a deep breath she smiled, and the sun came out across her beautiful face once more; she would do what she always did, a shower and a long hard exercise session, followed by a sensuous bubble bath in her Jacuzzi……..

One

She heard his footsteps but reacted too late. Master's fist was in her hair before she had her eyes open and her mind in gear. She found herself pulled up onto her knees and pressed against his slimy, softening cock. Angelique, of course. One knew the scent and taste of all her sisters by now... well almost all considering she had yet to encounter Master's latest choice. Angelique's aroma was particularly potent though, especially when augmented by the expensive perfume she doused herself in. Her arousal clung to him like an incongruous aura, eclipsing Master's masculine scent.

One took his cock into her mouth and cleaned it efficiently, rolling it around her mouth as her own loins started the slow burn that she knew wasn't going to be sated, especially given that Master was clearly spent for now. Her pierced nipples hardened and grazed his legs as the chain that connected her nipples and clit swayed between them as she worked. One's chains were thicker and less decorative than Angelique's, mainly because they were built to withstand Master pulling on them, preferably until her own flesh ripped open instead. Likewise, her piercings were thicker and heavier, looking almost comical on her tiny frame. The piercing that perhaps her Master loved best though, the silver barbell through her tongue, rolled over his sensitive flesh as one cleansed his cock and balls.

She lingered over her task too long and one only realised that she had crossed over the line of Master's express authority when his cock gradually began to harden again. It took all her will to pull away from his semi-erect organ, even though she knew she was in trouble. She had got needy. A new acquisition always made one a little insecure... well, more insecure than usual and she had taken more than he had offered to her. One could do nothing but cower at his feet with his fist in her hair, wondering if he would let this pass. It was unlikely, she was so devoted and well trained that Master relished laying into her on the rare occasions when she slipped up. She wanted to apologise but the words wouldn't come. She had no excuses and Master wasn't the kind of man who was interested in them. She swallowed hard.

Anne reluctantly sipped the water as it was held to her lips. Nothing this woman said made any sense. This wasn’t her home. And if they weren’t here to hurt her, then why the chains? Why the…hook…high in the wall? Why did the other woman drag her around by her hair as she had moments before?

So many confused thoughts swirled around in her head! Master? Were they some kind of crazed devil worship cult? Of course! That must be it! And she would be their virgin sacrifice! She struggled to listen to what Demi said next, the panic welling in her breast feeling like a white hot brand.

"We are going to start your training. You will answer my questions with only a Yes or No Sister, and nothing else. Focus on your training and you can leave this room, soon. If you do not things will become very hard on you. Are you ready?"

She slowly began shaking her head as the woman stood and ruffled her hair, backing back towards the corner once again when the tray went flying across the room at the end of Demi’s foot. She didn’t know if she wanted to leave this room now! She was afraid of what she would find on the other side of the thick, heavy wooden door! If she was going to die anyway, she wasn’t going to make things any easier on them by following along like the proverbial lamb to the slaughter!

“no.” It came out in a whisper. “No!” A little stronger that time.

Her head continued to shake back and forth, more and more violently as her brain processed everything she had been told. She wouldn’t let them do this to her! She had backed up into the corner again, nearly in hysterics now.

“nononononononononono!”

Everyone had their own little duties around the house. Clara had her own as well; she took it upon herself to keep the plants in the house alive, much as Master kept her alive. Some rooms were more vibrant with the buds and blossoms than others, places where He laughed at her for trying so desperately to keep them... She actually cried when her mini rose bush succumbed to lack of light and withered away. She had thought they looked so pretty in his study, the deep red velvet-like petals blossoming in the corner of his desk. When she came in and found them dried up and scattered about the wooden surface, she simply sat down on the floor and wept.

"I failed them," She had whimpered, trying to push all the petals into a pile. "I let them die. I hurt them."

But a new plant was given to her, and she promised to keep it in a better spot. The new white bush sat in her bedroom, perfectly placed before the window. This one would live, she was sure of it. There were also other plants around that needed her attention, Clara happily pruning and watering as needed in each of the rooms holding them. Rooms with life and vibrancy, something that brought a contented smile to her face. They never really said anything on it, but she believed her sisters enjoyed the plants as well.

Her new sister.
She was probably scared to death down there right now.
Even coming willingly, that first set of nights wth Ahm Dee had been enough to rattle Clara. Things were so different than she imagined. But did she regret coming here? Never. Never in a thousand years. Every day here was a gift, to her. Another day she was happy to be alive.

Something she never would have thought in her old life.

Finishing her prunings and waterings, she took the pieces outside, dumping them in the large trash bin and placing her watering can by the door. She wanted to get something special for her new sister. A rose. A welcoming gift. A symbol of how even though things were painful, there was something beautiful there as well.

She just hoped she would take it.

Snipping off a blossom while carefully holding between the thorns, she smiled at it, then quickly brought it back inside. She didn't dare go downstairs, however. Not unless Ahm Dee called for her. Instead, she settled into the living room, taking a few breaths of the flower and curling up in front of the window like a contented kitten.

A low heavy sigh escaped Dee's lips. She wearily ran her fingers through her hair, the curls tumbling into her eyes. Biting her bottom lip she stared at the girl as she freaked out.

“nononononononononono!”

Dee shook her head, strode forward next to the girl and backhanded her across the cheek. It sent Anne sprawling to the ground. The sting of it hurt Dee's hand, and she shook it lightly.

"It's No, Sister, you useless cunt." She moved away from the sobbing girl on the cold concrete floor and looked around the room. It was so barren and so cold in here.

Dee shivered with her own memories of waking up in here. Only it wasn't her sisters bringing her breakfast, Master had dumped freezing water over her. She remembered her shrieks, and then her subsequent howls of pain as He explained to her what and where she was.

She had fought Him, then, something she would never do again, but then she had. Fiercely too, refusing to bend, no matter what he applied to her. Finally she had tried to escape, naked and running through the grounds, she hadn't gotten far. Master found her and dragged her back by her hair, and then threw her in a cage.

Dee remembered how violent and out of control she had gotten then. It had taken her three days without food, when she was broken and crumbling to look at her other two sisters.

She was dazzled by Angelique, she had never seen anyone so beautiful, so graceful, so accepting. Angelique said sweet things and held Dee in her weakest moments, trying to will some acceptance for the possibilities of being a sister slave into her. At that time Dee had clung mindlessly to the one kind person in her life, Angelique.

But it was One, who had shown her the way. She hadn't said a word. Just a tilted head that showed her confusion at Dee's reluctance, One's dogged obedience to their Master amazed and fascinated Dee. She wanted to understand, and slowly made her way towards that. Though Dee was not suited to being what One was, Dee owed her for showing her the way.

And that was the key, though Master had trained her, had demanded her obedience, it was Angelique and One who had brought her in, who had taught her acceptance, and who had loved her, each in their own fashion.

Dee smiled softly to herself, and looked up at Mystery. She crossed the room and hugged the little trouble maker, shaking her head at Mys's obvious confusion.

"Go let Master know that this one will take some time, and then please send me Clara. If you happen upon Angelique let her know that she will be needed in a bit." She smiled at Mys and patted her bottom in the direction of the door, "Oh an thank you." She knew her kindness would make Mys uncomfortable, though she would appreciate the gesture.

Dee turned then to face the sobbing girl on the floor. She moved next to her, and gently moved Anne's head to her lap where she petted and cooed softly at her, waiting for her breathing to calm down and her sniffles to cease.

"Now I know that you are scared, and you don't understand what is happening here, little one. It is scary, and once long ago, I too, was here chained up and fiercely afraid. What is happening is this. You are now in the basement of a house, well, the cellar actually, it's a rather large house. Anyway, you are the sixth girl to be brought here. You were chosen by our Master, a man of some distinguish in the community and of course, wealth. He saw something in you that made him desire to keep you in his life and make you his. You have five sisters, each were chosen, each has their own story to tell and when you are ready you will meet them. I am your sister, Dee, and He, our Master, has chosen me to help prepare you to receive Him, and to fit into our family here."

She looked down at the girl and smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You can learn much from each of your sisters, they are all very unique. Now, I will be giving you lessons on obedience, training, pain and pleasure. If you have a question you may ask, as long as you ask respectfully. If you make a mistake, or behave in a manner unsuited for a slave of this household you will be punished. BUT- if you take to your lessons, and show me that you are ready, you will be given more privileges. Now. Do you have any questions?"