Dominance

Aria turned to watch Master tasting Cat as she sucked him off expertly. His invitation didn't need to be told to her twice. She lifted her head, his plumped cock springing from her O-ed lips with an audible POP before she moved closer to where Cat was posed for them and took the opposite breast from the one Master had tasted into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm" Aria moaned as she suckled the young beauty's soft mound of flesh so hard she looked down with a satisfied smile to see she'd left a hickey-mark there, then moving her mouth over further to wrap her lips firmly around a turgid rosebud of a nipple she began to suck there too, enjoying the expession on Cat's face immensely as she nursed at her protigee.
 
At first Cat felt a very deep jealousy as she watched Aria licking at Jonathan. She wanted her to lick her. Most of all she wanted Aria to rip off those horrid panties so she could take her slit and dance her tongue round her clit. The very thought made her juices flow and the frustration was killing her.

Then Master traced her breast with his tongue and she began to moan. But when she heard Jonathan say "She is so sinfully sweet Aria. You should really come here and help me with this. We can go back to me in a moment. I want to see you here nursing at her breast." Then as Aria began her ministrations to her body Cat thought she had wet herself so much of her nectar was gushing from below.
 
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Amber was furious.

It was hard to tell that with the tears that were running down her cheeks, but her grip on the payphone had been so tight she was sure she could have snapped the thing in half.

She had called home at the airport, the next flight out not being until the next morning and Amber planing to sleep in the terminal. She wanted to tell her family she was coming home, to find out what was going on.

Her mother had answered. The letter had said...
She bawled into the phone after hearing her mother's voice, explaining why once she finally regained her composure. Mom was just as mad. That asshole had even come to visit the house, told mom that he was missing Jennifer and wanted to know how to get ahold of her. She had written a few letters to her mother, so the address was available- but mom certainly didn't think he'd do something like that with it.

Her mother asked if she was coming home still.

"I love you, mom. But no. I'm happy where I am. I'll still write to you. I can't come back there, not if he's doing this by mail. I can only imagine what he would do if I was there..."

She understood.

Hesitant on calling Johnathan's house so late, she simply stayed in the terminal, tucking herself up onto the seats and trying to sleep. It made her miss his home even more. Sure, in public she wore the little white sundress she had come to his home in, but he gave her a place to sleep... something to eat... and company. These people just glared at her. She was hungry. And these seats felt horrible.

She called the house early the next morning, meekly asking the maid if the boat could come get her. It would be sometime in the hour.

Amber walked slowly back to the docks, waiting for the man to come get her. She wondered if the new girl had gotten any better. She didn't remember much else of the night before, her head still rather lost from the letter and finding it to be a lie. She wanted Pearl. She needed someone to cry to. Maybe she could convince her to walk through the garden with her. The roses would make her smile right now.

The boat. Finally.

The ride back, Amber sat beside the driver, playing with her dress as she frowned and explained to the man why he had made two trips for her.

"Makes you happier here, doesn't it?," The man called out, smirking at her. "He's nice to you girls. And we'll screen the letters from now on. We'll make sure only your mother's letters get to you."

"I need Pearl," she said softly.

The man frowned with that. "That... might be a problem." He shook his head as Amber looked at him curiously. "I shouldn't be telling you. Lady Aria or Master Johnathan would be better for that, Amber." He nodded at the mansion as it grew closer, the island shore causing the boat to halt. "I'll bring your bag up. You get back home."

She hurried back to the house, hastily running up the stairs and back to her own room. She was so much happier here.
 
OOC: What are the rules for Edward's house? We have yet to be told what they are and we are getting punished for rules we do not even know about. Marauder13, please post the rules!
 
Soon between the ministrations of Aria and Johnathon, Cat's body was licked clean, A proper Cat bath as it were, and Johnathon could tell that they were driving her mad with lust. So much the better, everything could only help her see the wonderful power of her lust.

"Aria. I think that perhaps she needs to watch a moment and learn. After all perhaps all her hands on instruction is too much for the poor virgin to take in right now. We'll give her a breather while we entertain each other." He nipped Cat's ear one last time, and breathed hotly on it, whispering to her alone.

"When you are ready to give in, to be free of that virginity of yours, then merely say Master owns this woman, she will serve daily, as best she can."

Johnathon made to the bed and lay back beckoning Aria to him. "Come we'll participate in a little soixante neuf." Licking his lips he couldn't wait too long to feel Aria's creamy white thighs in her garters wrap about his head, and taste her sweet juices running into his mouth. Likely she could hardly wait to wrap her lips about his cock again, it was something they both missed.
 
Aria drank in the beauty of her newest acquisition. Young Cat was indeed flushed with pleasure and her face did show her frustration over not being able to relive the tension building there. Oh, Aria hopes she could be there to taste it when those juices finally got a chance to erupt in a great climax...

But then she heard Master's voice, so sultry and tempting as he addressed her, "Come, we'll participate in a little soixante neuf." and she smiled turning to crawl toward the one she adored.

"Yes Master...I am your first slave and I will always love you the deepest." she vowed, as she often had, before making her way to him on the bed, straddling his face with her thighs, his cock now standing at attention before her face. She kissed it lovingly from tip to root before taking it back into her plump lips to continue where she'd begun earlier.
 
Edward was slightly surprised when Angel playfully jumped on his back, trying to pull him into the water backwards. He quickly corrected his stance to allow for her weight.

"I seem have gained some weight..." He then just dropped down into the water, completely submersing the two of them. He reached around, and found that Angel was ticklish on her ribs. In the ensuing underwater melee, Edward escaped Angel and swam towards Celeste. He surfaced between her legs supporting her body with his arms.

"Hello, Celeste. Is there anything I can do for you?" He started kissing and nipping the insides of her thighs, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.
 
Celeste yelped when she felt something between her legs. She looked down and saw her Master. "You scared me to death." She breathed heavily for a moment and then relaxed when she felt him kissing and nibbling at her inner thighs. She groaned and spread her hips wider. "Oh god yes sir." She bit her lip in case she had something wrong. She felt her pussy grow hot as he was so close to her. She shivered wanting him to taste her.
 
She was so good at this. Her mouth touching him so perfectly, each tender touch of her tongue like a feather, tickling and arousing him all at once, her mouth everywhere all at once it seemed. Two could play that game.

His hands teased down her thighs, trailing across the tips of her garters, and back up trailing against the wet silk of her panties. His fingers quested to pull them to the side, unwilling to remove them when his prize was but a simple slide away.

"You are so beautiful my lovely." Her pink wet pussy looked back at him, and he licked it smoothly, tasting all across her slit. "And I love how you taste. Do you still dab yourself with orange blossom water every night before we meet? His lips kissed her nethers, and he began to suck her meaty lips one by one, before he pressed directly to her, probing his tongue deep into her garden of delight.
 
Angel was really enjoying herself in the underwater tousle with her a Master, especially when her found her tickle spots.. she broke water laughing all over again. Seeing that her Master was now engaged between the thighs of her Celeste, blushing slightly, she swam off to give them privacy and explore the other pools.

Earlier she had spied some small water falls and and so went to explore them. Finally she stood allowing the water to cascade over her lovely form. Her arms raised head thrown back, her hair clinging to her supple form, an expression of sublime bliss on her lovely face; she resembled a water nymph paying homage to the heavens oblivious to the world around her....

The only sounds the delightful whisper of running water and the tinkle of her tiny bells
 
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Edwards saw Celeste look down towards him as he kissed and nipped her legs.

"Oh god yes sir."

He smiled at her as he moved towards her sex. He lifted her slightly out of the water, kissing her gently between her legs. He started to lick the outer boundaries of her most private of places, feeling the warmth of her flesh. He was pleased to know that she was excited by his attentions. He applied gentle bites to her blood rich flesh that guarded her inner passage. He slowly applied his tongue to the gap, pushing into the deeper crevice and exploring her slowly and tenderly.

His tongue found her entrance, and after kicking the tightly bound muscles, he pushed his tongue in, savouring the taste of her true self. Afterward, he continued his exploration until he found the hidden treasure under the little hood of skin.
 
Celeste moaned and gasped as he closed in on her pussy. Oh it felt so good...she hoped he didn't stop. She stared up at the sky as she felt him move closer to her slit. She gasped and held her breath when she felt his tongue begin to invade her most private place. She spread her legs wide and opened for him like a flower in bloom. She could smell her arousal and released her breath as he explored lips and folds. She felt his tongue at her entrance and knew that he was gonna shove his tongue in her entrance. She moaned louder and scooted closer to his face when she felt him go after her clit. She let out a little screech when his tongue touched the protective hood; he was seeking the nubb underneath.
 
Payment? the woman was selling herself into slavery. To learn to submit to John Darby's every whim and desire all in a quest to better herself at the master's feet, and she was worried about pay?

"Master Darby pays exceptionally well for some. Aria submits a salary of more than $300,000 dollars yearly after taxes. Though since she lives on the island and has never left his service, she never collects it, and it sits in a fund for her to retire on should she ever wish to. I think she has almost 3 million dollars now, I left with close to a quarter of a million, and I only stayed a year. However there are courses. cleaning and cooking properly, how to dress and perfume yourself properly, history, geography, sociology, world languages, music lessons, you will learn an instrument, dance, manners, poise, deportment and grace lessons, art appreciation as well as choosing to study in an artform of choice as well, floral arrangeing, gardening, martial arts, strategy, philosophy, psychology....need I go on? Once you've been through the initial stages of training and education a fund will be opened in your name and monthly a sum anywhere between eight to fifty thousand dollars will be deposited there for as long as you serve." Mariit took a breath the long speech causing her throat to dry. her eyes flickered to the shapely legs of her charge crossed sensually. Shaking her head she continued. "Since Master Darby began his island, no woman who has entered into his service and graduated his program has ever wanted for funding. But if truth be known this is a labour of love. Do not speak of the money, it will be there."

Mariits gaze followed the woman again, now trying to ascertain if she had been informed of the Master's appetites. they occasionally took new women who didn't read the whole fine print by surprise. certainly she had not assumed anything like that, and was shocked that she was expected to prostitute herself at first, but once she learned it was not prostitution but consensual and gotten to know Master Darby it had been wonderful. she cleared her throat to speak to Jordan again. "Now it will be expected that you arrive properly attired, to greet Master Darby, and on the island and estate, slaves go naked. Unless they are given special privilege to wear clothes, all slaves must be at the very least exposed of body, breasts, bum, and genitals. One of the first lessons is always freedom from shame or embarassment. again however truth be told; I know the Master will enjoy looking at you."

Mariit loosened her scarf again and undid another button on her shirt, she enjoyed looking at this lovely woman as well and she couldn't help but imagine Jordan's magnificent body as she would look on the island.

((OOC: I apologize for the quote, but this is continuing from page 17 or something after my internet connection has been out for several days. It's good to be back. I needed some stress relief.))

Jordan was glad that she had straightened out the matter of payment, even if it was just a worried thought that caused her to ask in the first place. Mariit mentioned the dress code and Jordan blushed under her make-up slightly at the thought of walking around naked. However, she had been told this small fact before and had known that she would have to abide sooner or later. Watching with big eyes, she picked up on the slight loosening of the woman's shirt and scarf. Jordan's eyes slimmed slightly as she looked on, showing she was thinking something and a gentle smirk flashed over her face for a split second.

"I won't say another word on the matter or money then. Or on the matter of the dress code. I'll do what I'm told unless I see it harming Master Darby, another person or myself more than I personally could withstand. I'm not sure if that is a rule but I think it's a rather decent one. However, if its not one I should live by from now on I understand as well."

Leaning forward, Jordan smiled. This might be her last chance to have some sort of confidence or outward speech for a while.

"So when did getting naked start?"
 
Cat watched in silence as both Jonathan and Aria took each other orally. The pure raw passion was her undoing and she was feeling jealousy, a jealousy for Aria. She wanted to do this to her, bring her to her heights. And yet, as their passion intensified Cat became involved in it spiritually as she watched Aria’s mouth servicing Jonathan’s manhood and so wanted to see the result.

Suddenly she could take no more. If she was going to be accepted she had to be like all the other girls. So, she found herself shouting out the code “Master owns this woman, she will serve daily, as best she can."
 
Edward heard the small screeching noise from Celeste when his tongue closed on her clit. Very delicately, he probed her, feeling out for the sensitive nub of flesh. He tested the area around it before he actually touched it again. He made sure that she was slow and gentle with her, acknowledging her background with his ministrations.

But he also worked to bring Celeste to her peak, to let her feel it knowing that her partner was giving it to her on it's own, not as a by product of some other act that she may or may not have actually enjoyed. He also ensured that she was braced so she didn't go underwater when she finally reached her peak.

He just stood in the pool, using his tongue to please Celeste and enjoying the sounds of Celeste's enjoyment, arousal and eventual climax.
 
Celeste felt herself going higher as she got closer to her climax. She pushed herself as close to his mouth as she could get. She reached for his hands and grasped his forearms as she felt herself getting closer. "Oh god," she cried out as her hips bucked. She squeezed his arms as she was so close to her climax tears fell down her face. She needed her release so bad. "Please Sir" was all she said looking down on her Master with pleading eyes.
 
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Edward saw how close Celeste was getting, and how much she was she wanted it. "Please Sir" Her look pleaded with him too. He was not a monster.

Edwards started to increase his pace, his tongue touching her clit harder as well as faster as he included all the area around it as well. He took up her weight to the point where he was doing more of the work than the water. Celeste's reactions were getting more physical, and he definitely didn't want a near drowning to spoil the flow.

He felt her tensing up as she neared her peak. He increased his tempo even faster, and applied more pressure with his tongue to make sure that she reached the place she so desperately sought.
 
Celeste screamed as she orgasmed. Her hips continued to buck as she rode her pleasure wave. As she began to slow, she unhooked herself from her Master's shoulders and swam up to his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulders. "Thank you Sir." She closed her eyes and felt as if she were on a cloud. She was drunk with pleasure.
 
Cat watched in silence as both Jonathan and Aria took each other orally. The pure raw passion was her undoing and she was feeling jealousy, a jealousy for Aria. She wanted to do this to her, bring her to her heights. And yet, as their passion intensified Cat became involved in it spiritually as she watched Aria’s mouth servicing Jonathan’s manhood and so wanted to see the result.

Suddenly she could take no more. If she was going to be accepted she had to be like all the other girls. So, she found herself shouting out the code “Master owns this woman, she will serve daily, as best she can."

Excellent. Though that was much quicker than he expected. Aria must have played with her before the panties went on. Such a naughty mistress, unable to wait to play with her new toy. Though perhaps she had not. He'd ask her. "Aria. My little lovely. I think Cat gives in too easily. Did you perhaps assist her at all before you came to see me?"
 
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Excellent. Though that was much quicker than he expected. Aria must have played with her before the panties went on. Such a naughty mistress, unable to wait to play with her new toy. Though perhaps she had not. He'd ask her. "Aria. My little lovely. I think Lisa gives in too easily. Did you perhaps assist her at all before you came to see me?"

Aria stills herself, his cock slippong from her mouth she turns to look at Master Jonathan over her shoulder, the picture of a falsely contrite slave, "Well...Master...perhaps I had just a little fun. You did tell us to enjoy ourselves...I didn't think I brought her so close to her breaking point, though, or I would have waited." She wonders if a punishment is to come.
 
"I most certainly did tell you to enjoy yourselves. But I am uncertain I said anything about each other. As a virgin she has the right to pick her lover, and in this house she has the duty to tell me first." His fingers teased in and out of her rapidly sopping pussy with each word, swirling about her delicate and moist insides, brushing her G-spot every so often. His voice took the commanding edge it so typically carried, and he addressed Lisa.

"Did Mistress Pleasure you or did you pleasure her before coming to see me my lovely?" He counted on her ambition to make her answer honestly, though if he were honest Aria would lightly punished no matter what, and Cat would bear witness to just what she was in store for later this night.
 
((OOC: I apologize for the quote, but this is continuing from page 17 or something after my internet connection has been out for several days. It's good to be back. I needed some stress relief.))

Jordan was glad that she had straightened out the matter of payment, even if it was just a worried thought that caused her to ask in the first place. Mariit mentioned the dress code and Jordan blushed under her make-up slightly at the thought of walking around naked. However, she had been told this small fact before and had known that she would have to abide sooner or later. Watching with big eyes, she picked up on the slight loosening of the woman's shirt and scarf. Jordan's eyes slimmed slightly as she looked on, showing she was thinking something and a gentle smirk flashed over her face for a split second.

"I won't say another word on the matter or money then. Or on the matter of the dress code. I'll do what I'm told unless I see it harming Master Darby, another person or myself more than I personally could withstand. I'm not sure if that is a rule but I think it's a rather decent one. However, if its not one I should live by from now on I understand as well."

Leaning forward, Jordan smiled. This might be her last chance to have some sort of confidence or outward speech for a while.

"So when did getting naked start?"

By the many arms of Vishnu, and all the creator gods of the heavens this woman was a wild little handful. Mariit could only keep loosening the scarf before the woman asked when she could go skyclad. "Whenever you like. The quicker of course one complies with Master Darby's rules the quicker one advances in his teachings. So we're all girls here, and I could then conduct some of the necessary inspections."

She could also use inspection as a ruse to feel the gorgeous looking chest of this young beauty. Life In Master Darby's mansion an under Aria's touch and tutelage made one remember and lust for female flesh as much as Male. And Jordan here was a goddess, possessor of a body specifically engineered it seemed to cause people to be overcome with lust.

"As for your rule it is a fine one. Master Darby teaches us all to respect those around us. In submission we truly understand our neighbours. And never would we wish to bring harm. Though not a doctor I understand He lives by the Hippocratic oath. Especially in his life as Master."
 
Through the passion and confusion Cat saw an opportunity to enhance her position. She did enjoy Aria and was fully aroused, but despite the noise of passion she wanted to remind herself of her desire to eventually replace her. She took Master’s questions as a permission to speak.

"Aria. My little lovely. I think Cat gives in too easily. Did you perhaps assist her at all before you came to see me?"

"Well...Master...perhaps I had just a little fun. You did tell us to enjoy ourselves...I didn't think I brought her so close to her breaking point, though, or I would have waited." She wonders if a punishment is to come.

"Did Mistress Pleasure you or did you pleasure her before coming to see me my lovely?" He counted on her ambition to make her answer honestly, though if he were honest Aria would lightly punished no matter what, and Cat would bear witness to just what she was in store for later this night.

“Master, may I respectfully point out that Mistress did not pleasure me. She made me wear these horrid pants that are just causing more and more frustration. I played with her and she did …” Here Cat tried to blush and put on a false modesty “She made me lick her … there!” She pointed to her own nether regions.

Waiting for a response she lied “I tried to get her to wait until you were with us … but … but…” She let her voice trail off and then burst into tears “I’m sorry Master!” Through all this Cat knew she could not look Aria in the face.
 
Aria's head tilted as she realized the dangerous game Cat was initiating with her. What a stupid little tart, she thought to herself as her green eyes narrowed. She can't even look at me as she lies. Interesting....she seems prone to bearing her claws even when not under attack, dangrous liitle kitty...She'll pay...Aria said nothing of her thoughts although she was sure the anger radiated off of her.

Calmly, in a controlled tone Aria replied, "Master...you well know I never make anyone do anything. She begged to taste me. I have other girls who would gladly go down on me if I need it. I don't have to make anyone."
 
The flight was getting rather choppy, and for such a small plane that must have indicated a strong weather pattern or some other significant condition outside. Jordan had never been on a private plane before, only the continent crossing, air liners. Economy each time. With the small vibrations running through the plane, she stood up and kicked her boots off softly. And let her fingers drop her sunglasses onto the seat beside her, so she wouldn't accidentally sit on them later. Her belt was an easy leather one, and with a few quick motions it was loosened so that the zipper on her jeans could be lowered. Her navy blue Bonds panties were revealed as she pushed her pants down over her hips and wriggled until she had to assist with the tight calves. Holding one seat with her right hand, she lifted her leg and pulled on the bottom hem of her pant leg with her other hand. With a few sharp tugs it slid free and she repeated the process for the other leg, switching hands.

"I don't think there is a very graceful way of taking tight jeans off..." she mentioned, stepping out of them and to the side. Catching the denim with her foot she flicked them up so they landed on her glasses, and then she placed both boots under her seat out of the way.

Her lower half was bared apart from her panties and white ankle socks, and her legs were waxed clean. This occurred every three months, a necessity considering her rather hairy bloodline.

"Should I take everything off? Socks as well?" she questioned, moving on to slide her turtleneck sweater up over her hips and stomach. The tanned flesh nice and toned even though her sides curved in rather dramatically. The sweater was pulled up further, still in a nice smooth motion and revealed her supportive bra and then her collar bone, neck and eventually her face again. The arms getting dragged off as it was turned inside out and then dumped on the jeans on the seat.

Her feet were about a foot apart, and anyone looking up her legs slowly would notice that she wasn't a twig, but that there wasn't any excess fat layering her body. Due to her bust, running wasn't a very common activity, but cardio, self defense classes and pilates helped to keep her toned. Her diet was also very strict, no fried food, no soft drink, which helped to keep her teeth white as well, and lots of fresh fruit, vegetables and meat.

Reaching around to her back, Jordan smiled, her cheeks going slightly redder as she unclasped her bra and slowly pulled it down off her shoulders and dangled it over her jeans, before dropping it. Her breasts, in a DD cup were substantial and due to their weight they pressed down against her ribs, but that in no way stopped them from forming cleavage.

"They are a curse most days, but you learn to live with them." Her words were more to break the silence, as she pushed her thumbs in under the band of her panties and leaned forwards to push them down around her knees, before flicking them onto her neat pile of clothes, her socks soon joining them. She stood totally naked, with her long hair falling over her shoulders, but not hiding her body much.
 
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