Airport Encounter [Closed for Kiriel and John Shadow]

[Kiriel]

((OOC: Alright, it's the exact same as the first, just different title. Lovelylovely. ^^))

The airport was particularly busy this day, various people milling about, calling to friends and awaiting arrivals. I stood alone, apart from the throng of people who had recently departed from the flight, blue-gray eyes surveying the area for one specific man. Little butterflies of nerves rose in my stomach, anxious for this, the first encounter with the man who now possessed almost my entire being. My master.

Few would understand what I was here, because generally I am a very confident and headstrong person- I never wanted to listen to anyone unless I saw in it benefit for myself, or a way to somehow control the situation subtly. However, when someone had sent me a story about bondage... I found myself fascinated with it, and with a strange desired to be dominated, to serve at the whim of another.

I had met one man over a chat site, and had been drawn into this world by him, online until the early hours of the morning talking to him, cybering with him, obeying him. At first, it was only an online relationship, but soon it became an all encompassing need to meet him, to give myself to him. And so I found myself here, waiting for him nervously.

Attired in a tight form fitting shirt and long pants, I appeared to be a perfectly modest young woman of 19 years of age, long ebony tresses bound back and away from my pale face, courtesy of my Irish heritage. Underneath there was only a tiny shred of lace holding my firm breasts in place, and a thong I had been instructed to wear.

Leaning against one of the pillars I scanned the open area once more, closing my long fingers around the handle of my suitcase. On my ring finger was a band of silver with a marking on the outside, and letters on the inside, a piece of jewlery He had instructed me to buy as proof of my slave status, a silent reminder to me of my place.

 

[John Shadow]

A greeting

He considered her from his seat in the cafe. She had come so far to meet him. To be his. Now here she was. Delicate Nathalie. She was beautiful and admirable. She was brave also, and more than a little foolish. She had come to meet a man she had never met and who had proclaimed himself her Master. This little flower could have no idea what awaited her. In truth, neither did he, not yet. There was so much potential and he did not want to waste the least amount of it. The luminous black hair held promise. The pale eyes were intelligent and certain. That was as it should be. Her figure looked supple and strong. Both qualities held the promise of potent pleasures. Just watching her made his pulse quicken.

He imagined her as she would be. Tutored in lust and longing, moist with need and altogether his.

Brian rose from his chair like a shadow. The full overcoat hung from his shoulders, open at the front. The dark green folds of wool added tremendously to his apparent size. The charcoal gray suit was equally imposing. His shirt was a shade darker and his silk tie a rich burgundy. Solidly built and over six feet in height, the clothing magnified his scale. It was as much costume as covering. And if clothing had something of the dramatic about it, his long auburn hair and carefully clipped beard verged on the theatric. A smile on his lips, Brian reached for the gray fedora on the adjacent chair. “Showtime,” he told himself.

Approaching her from the side, Brian was nearly upon her before she noticed him. The first reaction was instructive She looked up into his face. The eyes widened slightly. The muscles at the back of her jaw set. Her breasts rose as she took a deep breath. A fade scent of roses ascended from her alabaster skin. Nathalie was even more lovely at this intimate distance and her beauty awake the faint ache of need somewhere deep in his chest.

“You appear to be waiting for someone,” he said. “Who might that be?”

“My Master,” she said, blushing as the words left her lips. It was the response he had told her to give if questioned.

“Who are you?” he ask.

“I am my Master's slave and I have promised to serve him in any way he desires.” Again it was the response he had told her to give word for word. Her colour deepened and her eyes dropped.

“Look at me.” Her eyes rose to meet his. ”And what do you expect in return?”

“Nothing,” she breathed but he knew she meant everything. If he could, he would give it to her. The blush had spread down her neck to the bloom on the glimpse of cleavage within her blouse. Her chest was rising and falling more quickly now.

“I have here a ticket,” Brian side as he pulled a thin folder from his breast pocket. “It is your ticket home. It is also your last chance to be free of our arrangement. Take it and go if you wish. But if tear it up here and now you will be mine for a year and a day. And if you choose to be mine, you will be completely mine. Not my wife. Not my mistress. My slave. My possession. A prize possession to be sure, but my property nevertheless. I will use you as I see fit for my pleasure, my satisfaction and my amusement. Is that understood?”

Brian watched as she nodded slowly. With that he handed the ticket to her and waited.

 

[Kiriel]

Nathalie checked the watch at her wrist idly, not really needing or desireing to know the time, only to occupy herself with something as she waited. Those who passed her smiled kindly at her, offering reassurence in their expressions. She responded with a curve to the corners of her lips, but didn't feel she needed the support. She knew he would be here- chances were he already was.

A noise brought her attention to the man who appeared, almost like a shadow. Perhaps it was a cough. A titter. A scuff of a new rubber sole against the cool marble of the floor. Whatever it was, Nathalie forgot it as soon as she set eyes on the man who came up to her.

The first word that entered her mind was confidence, followed closely by power. It wasn't just his height that attributed to the latter- no, Nathalie had always been on the smaller side, only about 5'3", and rarely wore heels. She never felt the need to.

Even if she had, however, she was sure she would have been enthralled with the man anyhow. He carried assurence and power as if it was a coat, and people who seemed weaker then her- no matter how cruel it sounded- never really attracted her attention. This self-confidence was only enhanced by his choice of clothing, by his strong features and striking appearence.

“You appear to be waiting for someone,” he said. “Who might that be?”

Nathalie knew what she should respond; she also knew that if this wasn't her master, the one she traveled so far to reach, it would be highly embaressing. Commitment won out, and she responded as she was instructed to, albeit with a tinge to her cheeks.

As he asked the second question her blush deepended, more apparent because of her porcelin complexion. Nathalie answered as she had been taught to do. She took the ticket he offered, and studied it a moment.

The young woman didn't respond rashly, instead thinking over what she had been thinking since she boarded the plane from her homestate, New Jersey. A year and a day...was she really ready- and willing- to give up her choices, her freedom, her liberty for such a period?

Or was she going to back out like a coward?

It was pride more then anything that caused her fingers to tighten on the envelope and tear it. If Nathalie hadn't felt such a commitment to her trip, and determination to finish what she had started, she would have asked if she could keep the ticket, decide on it later. Not this time.

She had made a choice, and yell, scream, or pain her as it might, she had her pride in her determination if nothing else.

"I accept your terms of a year and a day." Nathalie replied and dropped the bits of paper onto the floor.

 

[John Shadow]

Intentions

Brian stepped close, so close he could feel the heat of her. Nathalie was caught between him and the pillar. He could see that she understood her position. There was no possibility to retreat. Slowly he bent his knees. He watched her puzzled expression as his body descended vertically a hands breadth from hers but not touching. He descended until he came to light on his heels and then he bent to one side, reaching out with a long arm to collect the fallen pieces of the ticket. When he rose he held the torn paper up for her to see.

“You should not litter, my dear. It shows a lack of discipline and respect. Clearly you must learn both.” He smiled into those pale eyes. They sparkled back like twin jewels: lovely and hard with defiance. She was a paradox this one. Nathalie gave herself to him but she would not submit. “But that is a subject for later. It is your first day here and I think a little site seeing is in order. This is a beautiful city and your home for the next year. I want to show you around. I also want to show you off a little. It is not often I have so lovely a companion on my arm. And then we must have a long talk. It is one thing to chat with someone across a thousand miles of wire, it is quite another to speak face to face. I want get to know you all over again.”

Brian stepped back and extended an arm to indicate the door just beyond where they stood.

“Time to go,” he said. “Time to begin.”

 

[Kiriel]

Nathalie rejected the impulse to shy away, to step back into the embrace of the cool marble pillar. She watched as he descended and ascended, confused for the former but grimly defiant on the latter. No matter what people said about her, they could not deny that at times she had a dramatic streak- and the dropping of the morsels of paper was merely a visable form of it.

She had a reply on the edge of her tongue about his comment but swallowed it, nodding reluctantly. Her blue-gray eyes picked up a spark of interest when the site-seeing was mentioned; she rarely had traveled so far, and had hoped she would have a chance to see the city. She noticed a nearby disposal, and held out a hand. "Would you like me to throw it out properly then?"

"Sounds lovely to me." Nathalie paused before remarking, unsure of what else to say. Everything else he had said she agreed with; chatting, while in some ways was more honest then speaking face to face- most times you told the truth if only because they would never meet you- it wasn't quite the same. You couldn't pick up on moods or expressions by talking to a screen.

"Anywhere in particular we're going?" The young woman inquired, bending to snap the wheels of her rolling backpack down so to better manuver through the throngs of people with the large object. "And is there any place I can leave my bag, by any chance? It's a bit unweildy." It was, in fact, a bag she had used for skating when she was figure skating competitively, but had since stopped because of school and other time constraints.

Nathalie stepped away from the pillar as well, brushing a dark curl away from her face absently as she waited for him to answer or start to leave the airport.

 

[John Shadow]

The first test

Brian regarded the suitcase for a moment and then took it from her, hefting the weight easily with is left hand.

"I will see that this is carefully stored. You may have it back in a year's time." And as he saw the protest rising in her he added, "And not a minute before. Now let's be off. I haven't had lunch today and I am famished."

With that he motioned her towards the outer doors. The panels slid silently apart as they approached and the couple was outside.

Beyond the glass wall of the airport the weather had improved considerably. A bright autumn sun slanted through the sparse and scarlet canopies of the street trees to spread a welcome warm. Gold leaves skuttled across the pavement in the light breeze. Somewhere far above a gull cried as it wheeled. Brian smiled at the day. It would be better than the morning had promised. He removed his overcoat and looked down at Nathalie. The thin blouse could offer little protection from the cool air despite the comforting touch of the sun. With a flourish he swept the heavy garment around her shoulders. She seemed to shrink inside its folds, her small frame lost in the folds of green warmth. The young beauty looked up at him and smiled at the unexpected kindness.

"There is a tradition here," Brian told her, leaning low over her shoulder to whisper in one delicate ear. "We believe in good food and fine drink and novel entertainments. I hope you will enjoy the tradition. We shall start with a little of the former and progress to the latter."

He lead her across the street to a broad band of grass and to the parking lot beyond. Brian's vehicle was gray panel van.

"She may not be much to look at but you will find that she has her own special charm," He explained as they approached.

Moving around the rear of the vehicle, Brian openned the cargo doors and placed Nathalie's case inside. Then he turned to her. The colour of her hair was extraodinary in the sunlight. Lusterour fire ran down every strand. It was a wanderful contrast with the pale skin. He raised his hand to brush a strand of the black fire away from her forehead. The fingers strayed across her temple, around the crescent of her ear and down the side of her neck to the delicate collar bone. The skin felt silken to his touch. He traced the line of the bone to a point below Nathalie's jaw and then traced a line downward.

"You are absolutely lovely," Brian said. "Have you dressed as I instructed?"

Again he watched as the blush rose in her cheeks. Now he would see how far that blush spread.

"You may keep the thong and your band of lace and thank me for that kindness later. The rest you will give to me now," he ordered in an even tone, straightening the coat on her shoulders. “Your old life and your old ways are gone for this year. Give me your blouse, your trousers, your shoes and your stockings. No delays.”

 

[Kiriel]

Nathalie's annoyence at having her bag confiscated was written on her face clearly, but soon faded in the light. Nothing in there had been particularly valuable to here, except for her books- and there were books everywhere.

The cool air caressed her face and curls, providing a welcome relief from the enclosed airplane and port. With the brilliant blue sky above Nathalie's harsher emotions dissapated, leaving only the natural joy she felt for life on her expression.

The sudden weight on her shoulders was a grateful barrier between the nip in the air and her small frame, smiling at the benefactor. Even without the added enhancement of the overcoat he cut a striking figure striding towards his car. Nathalie was unable to catch a clear glance of him in the light, the difference in height along with the shadow cast across his face from his hat the reason.

To his words Nathalie nodded, her lips still curved in a smile. Slight dimples on either side of her mouth could be seen, relics of her childhood that deepened with her smile. Never had she been a drinker, having felt the effects of generation-removed alchoholism, but food and entertainment were most welcome. And as for the car, she herself hadn't been able to gain the sum necessary to purchase a decent automobile, at least not yet.

Upon reaching the van Nathalie watched as her bag dissapeared into the recesses of the van, the feeling of being seperated from her former life becoming more apparent to her. The contact of his fingers against her face and elegant neck sent shivers down her spine, and set the flickers of nerves spinning through her once more, though she took care to hide them. His words tinged her cheeks a rosy hur as she took a cursery look around.

"Would I be allowed to step into the van so that the people do not view it?" Nathalie inquired, unbuttoning her shirt slowly. The overcoat concealed much of her torso and legs, but not everything. The newly exposed skin was as pale as her face if not paler, the lace of the bra visable as was glimpses of her slender torso.

She paused for a moment for his answer, not wishing to seem defiant- at least not in this matter- but hesitant to undress in broad daylight.

 

[John Shadow]

Taken away

"You will do as you are told. Here. Now. The coat hides you on three sides and I on the forth. Remove your blouse and your trousers. Take off your shoes and your stockings."

A smile played across Brian's lips before he could compose himself. A natural modesty. Nathalie's conservative traveling clothes had suggested it. Her eyes fell to watch as her hands slowly undid one button after another on her blouse. The colour on those pale cheeks deepened. As the top of her lace bra came into view he could see that the colour extend across her delicate breasts. Nervous fingers reached the last button above waist band and stopped. She looked up at him beseechingly. She could not go further.

Without delay he swept forward and reached within the coat to take her in his arms. His head went to one side, his lips finding and caressing her neck. One arm hooked around the small of her back and held her fast. The other moved between them. A deft action motion pulled the blouse free and parted the remaining buttons. The fastening of her trousers opened with a tug and the slow hiss of a zipper. The trousers went slack around her waist. Then his hand was moving around her and down her buttocks. His other moved down to join the first. Each gripped a cheek as he lifted her and allowed the trousers tp fall free to puddle on the ground below her feet. Brian held his captive there for a moment, her body pressed against his, her naked legs hanging below the hem of the coat, her feet inches above the ground.

His lips left her neck and brushed her ear. "Now you have a choice. You can keep the blouse and I will take my coat back or you can give me the blouse and keep the coat."

With that Brian took a step to the side and placed her down again. He recovered the discarded trousers and stood in front of her folding them carefully. When he was done, Brian placed them on top of the traveling bag.

"Well, which shall it be?" he inquired.

She stood there frozen, holding the front of the coat tightly closed.

"Then I will take the coat since you can't decide."

Nathalia started away as Brian stepped forward. Hastily she opened the coat and skid the blouse off beneath, careful not to dislodge the overcoat. Her eyes darted left and right as she handed it to him. Then she tried to coat the front of the coat again. Brian stopped her.

“You will never conceal you body from me unless I give you permission,” he informed her. “Now the shoes and stockings.”

Brian folded the blouse as he had the pants. He placed them together with her footwear in the van and closed the doors. Then he motioned her to the passenger door and helped Nathalie inside. The seat was well upholstered and comfortable. It molded to her shape as she eased back into it. The leather was a rich, chestnut brown. Brian leaned in after her and folded the front of the jacket across her left then right. He then took the seat belt and drew it across her body, fastening it with a definite click. Her arms her confined by the coat and held in place by the belt. Brian smiled and kissed her neck again. And then he lingered for a moment, his hand on her thigh. His fingers played back and forth for a moment as he considered her.

“You are my property. You have agreed to that. You will do everything I say, when I tell you to do. We are going out sight seeing now as I promised and we will do a little shopping along the way. We will et and go to the theater and have a wonderful time. Then I will take you home to teach you respect and obedience.”

That said, Brian climbed into the driver seat and drove them from the parking lot toward the distant towers of the city and Nathalie's year of bondage.

 

[Kiriel]

"You will do as you are told. Here. Now. The coat hides you on three sides and I on the forth. Remove your blouse and your trousers. Take off your shoes and your stockings."

Nathalie restrained another plea to simply enter the van and continued to unbutton her shirt. Her long fingers finally reached the last one, but she couldn't bear to remove the shirt. Even with his reassurences she felt incredibly open.

His sudden action surprised her- Nathalie didn't think that a man so solid could move quite that fast. Cool air rushed to buffet her body where his wasn't tightly against hers, caressing her calves once her pants fell to rest on the ground. It was quite a contrast, with the cool air below the the firey sensation of his lips against her neck, and then the sudden absence of the latter. It all seemed so fleeting, and so she hung onto the coat as if it were a lifeline.

Finally she handed over the shirt, and moved with haste to give him the other articles he had requested. Even though her motives for moving so quickly were to disarm his repercussions, Nathalie told herself it was because she didn't care- stockings and shoes offered her nothing. The faint line of logic brought her past her daze of the rush of events.

Even through the overcoat she could feel the texture of the material of the seat, smooth and rich as she was buckled in. Nathalie had to restrain a smile from the thought of how ridiculous she must look to onlookers, bundled up in a coat many sizes too big and held captive by a seat belt.

At his words she lowered her eyes. She had agreed to this; and again her pride rose, biting at her for being too cowardly to keep going with her decision. "Fine." Nathalie couldn't think of anything else to say about sight-seeing or shopping, and lifted her chin to gaze out the window.

"I don't need to be taught respect or obedience; I know them both. They simply need to be persuaded to show themselves." The comment was audible but voiced lightly, not trying to be a barb or defiant remark. Nathalie didn't even look at him as she murmured it, instead fixing her eyes on the towers so like the ones near her home.

Ignoring the rising nerves in the pit of her stomach Nathalie settled back in the chair, shaking her head to dislodge her curls from behind her shoulders, and then stilled.

 

[John Shadow]

Mike's Boutique

The drive into the city was uneventful. The rows of low-rise buildings gave way to the green glass and chrome towers of downtown. The roads were full of cars and the broad sidewalks bustling with people busy with their own errands. No one remarked the gray van as it sped past. Inside, Brian was providing a running commentary to the accompaniment of soft music. As he spoke one hand brushed up and down her thigh beneath the coat. Occasionally it would stray as high as the triangle of fabric stretched over her sex, trace the line of her and then return to its previous pattern. Brian noted how her breath caught when he did this and smiled to himself.

"And this is the old town," Brian explained.

Abruptly the towers ended and the van moved through street lined by squat buildings of red brick & granite. As Nathalie looked left and right she could see some of the side streets were cobbled. Out to the West she could glimpse water beyond the streets' end. Cafes and boutique and curious little shops lined the ground floors. The van turned, traveling down one of those cobbled streets to come to a stop in front of a little shop called Mike's. The window displayed a conservative array of fashions in leather and fir. Brian climbed out of the van and came around to the passenger side door. Before Nathalie knew what was happening he had her out of her seated and hoisted over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. A moment later they entered the shop, Nathalie still slung helplessly aloft. To her relief the boutique seemed empty except for a single attendant.

“Good afternoon, my dear!” Brian began cheerily as though it where perfectly natural he should arrive carrying a woman over his shoulder. “Is Mike in at the moment.”

“No, I'm sorry,” came an equally casual reply. “He went out for a little lunch. Can I help you?”

“Well perhaps.” Brian strode over to the woman and placed Nathalie back on her feet. A moment later the coat around her flew away with a rustle to settle again in Brian's broad shoulders. He leaned forward to whisper something in the shop keeper's ear then looked at Nathalie with a smile. The woman giggled. She was nearly as tall as Brian and solidly built. Her crisp white hair fell in cascades around an alert and beautiful face. Her full figure, clearly visible beneath her tight leather outfit, was athletic. “Keep her entertained for me, Mary. And you, my good little slave, are to obey this Mistress until I am finished shopping.”

The woman smiled sweetly at Brian and then at Nathalie.

“Come with me,” the woman said and led the way behind the counter. Nathalie was surprised to find a young man crouched under the counter. She was even more surprised when she realized he was quit naked and held in place by chains that ran from the floor to cuffs on this wrists and ankles. Mary stepped in front of him and, raising her short skirt with one hand and grasping the man's hair with the other, ground her exposed quim against his lips. The bound fellow responded by enthusiastically licking the offering. Mary moaned in appreciation. “He is very good at his. Lately he has been working very hard because he wants to cum. The last time I let him was three weeks ago. I think he must be very horny by now. Poor little puppy. Maybe next week. Maybe not. Anyway, you are going to help me test how much restraint he has. Climb down there beside him. Wrap those lovely little hands around is cock and jerk him off. If he cums before your Master is finished shopping I will have to beat him. But if you he does not cum then I think that your Master will be most unhappy with you.”

 

[Kiriel]

((Goddamnit I had my whole post done and then the stupid computer logged off...argh...))

Nathalie attempted to catch at least the basic meaning of his litany as they drove, and for the most part was able to. When his hand strayed farther up, however, she was lucky if she caught any glimmer of what he had said. This puzzled her- never had anyone had such an effect on her before.

When the reached the town that would be her home for the next year, Nathalie gazed at the various store front windows. It was a large difference from her hometown, where most of the stores where large and a part of some sort of chain. A slight smile curved her lips upward, her eyes lingering on some of the windows and quickly passing others.

Upon stopping she found herself slung over his shoulder. Startled- and annoyed with herself for either reacting very slowly or jumping too far ahead- Nathalie hung docily from his shoulder until he set her down. Once he took his coat back and she was revealed in her near nakedness spots of brilliant color tinged her high cheekbones.

Once she heard her instructions from her master she nodded in compliance, and followed the woman. She had risked her masters wrath once today- and did not have any intention of adding kindling to that fire. Her pride called for her to fulfill what she said she would do; and to belong to him and obey him was just that.

When they reached the young man chained under the counter Nathalie's eyes widened. Three weeks? She felt a pang of apprehension, nodding her assent to the mistress. She had said nothing since her last comment in the car, and didn't plan on behaving in any way that would possibly displease her master- at least not today.

Nathalie felt for the young man; three weeks was quite a period of time. She did not wish to be the cause of his pain, but was determined to obey. And so she reached out to wrap her long, slender fingers about his cock- one towards the base against his abdomen and the other about the head.

Her digits on the head of his shaft began to tease, flitting across the surface lightly with her nails. Her other hand began to slide down and up the length of his erection, at first barely contacting his flesh and tightening marginally with each downward stroke. Nathalie continued to tease the head of his cock, feeling a trickle of dampness between her theighs as she began to speed up the hand moving up and down his cock, applying more pressure to the head.

 

[John Shadow]

Success and Failure

Mary was humming in that tuneless fashion she used when she was trying not to scream from the intensity of the pleasure. Brian paused his browsing for a moment to watch. Despite a remarkable facade of calm, the long minutes of stimulation were having their effect. Anyone who did not know her might miss the signs but after so many years, Brian could read them all. She was most admirable in this state, he thought. Her statuesque figure was rigid. Her chest was thrust forward and her shoulders back. Her chin was raised. Behind the counter, Brian knew her legs would wide and feet firmly planted. Their eyes met and she smiled.

“Enjoying yourself?” he inquired casually. Mary moaned a response.

The first orgasm came several minutes later. The only sign was a shuddering intake of breath and a clenching of the left hand. Several more came in quick succession. Brian nodded approvingly and went about his shopping.

The store contained a wide range of leather wear, most for rather mundane tastes. He selected a long sheepskin coat and a pair of matching boots. The closely cut wool on the interior would be both warm and stimulating against Nathalie's skin. With the items in hand he returned to the sale centre and, laying them down, stepped behind to review his slave's progress. He found her in the padded recess below the counter. Nathalie's delicate hands where moving up and down the shaft of Marie's slave. The lad was holding out admirably but there was a barely discernible quacking in his thighs. He was close. Brian smiled.

“Well,” he remarked, looking down at Nathalie. “I believe you were told to make him cum before I finished shopping. I am done and still nothing. Clearly something must be done to teach you obedience. When you are told to do something, you will do it. No, don't stop. Take him into your mouth and get him wet. Very wet. Good. Now sit back. Use your right hand to concentrate on the head. Yes, like that, shorted, slower, firmer strokes. That's right. Now take the middle finger of your left hand and slide it up his ass. Yes, just like that. Now fuck him with it. Keep the same rhythm with both hands.”

Brian watched as she followed his lewd instructions. He could feel himself getting hard and he could see a growing wet patch on the triangle of her thong. As she lowered her head to suck the cock of the other slave he had a fine view of her cleavage past the lace of her bra. He was tempted to strip her here and now, but then that would spoil the grand unveiling later. And he could see nearly everything now. She had the face of an angel and a delicious body. His mind leapt ahead to this evenings festivities and all he had planned for her. The thought of her sweating and shuddering with passion brought Brian rigid. He wanted release now.

As though on cue, the slave's cock erupted. Jets of white cum shot up his chest and over Nathalie's hand. The slave shuttered and groaned and Nathalie began to loosen her grip.

“No girl,” Brian corrected her. “You will not stop until I tell you. This it the second time I have had to remind you. Take that finger out of his ass and concentrate on the head of this cock. While you are at it, you may pleasure me with your mouth.”

Having said that Brian stepped up to the counter beside Mary. She was lost in an endless stream of orgasmic ripples. Her juices where coating the inside of her thighs. Clearly the lad was very good. That gave Brian an idea.

“It seems your slave has disobeyed you and cum all over himself. Will you bring him along to the party tonight and discipline him there? Nathalie can help with his punishment and he can help with hers.”

 

[Kiriel]

Nathalie glanced up for a moment when she heard Brian's voice once more, groaning internally. She had most assuredly tried to make the young man cum, but she seemed to have met her match in wills. The young woman opened her mouth to protest he hadn't paid and therefore hadn't finished, thought better of it, and shut her mouth.

Hearing her instuctions she obeyed quickly, picking up the rhythm and bent her head to lavish attention on his shaft. Nathalie could feel her masters eyes on her which brought a new wave of excitement washing through her small frame. She hid it well, except for the tell tale growing damp spot on her thong.

Feeling first the mistress cumming, and then the other slave, Nathalie felt momentarily left out before Brian rapped out more instuctions, and she realized how utterly ignorant she truely was in the manners and rules of bondage and her master. Surpressing a sigh of resignment the female slave twisted her upper body to face the standing male.

The young woman nearly took her hands off the young man's cock to remove her master's pants, then halted when she heard him speak of a party, and punishment. The thought of a party, any party, lightened Nathalie's mood and she manuvered a hand to unsnap the button on his slacks, still administering affection on the male slaves erection.

Through the fabric she could both see and feel his erection, and a trill of anticipation shot through her. Very often she had fantasized about his cock, and the thought and finally having it within her grasp nearly made her cum right there.

Shaking her head for a moment, Nathalie took the zipper in her teeth and brought it down, a trick she had learned on a dare when she was younger. Again she took one hand off the slave's cock, hoping her master didn't see it as disobedience, to hook her thumb in his undergarments and pants to pull them down before returning it to the chained young man.

His rigid shaft sprung out and Nathalie closed her lips over the head, licking and teasing with her toungue. She wasn't quite sure how he liked to be pleasured, and again hoped he wasn't displeased. Sliding her mouth father onto his cock, she sucked in her cheeks to brush against the sides of his shaft, caressing the bottem with her tongue and sucking quite forcefully, steadily taking more of his cock into her mouth.

The taste and scent of him surrounded her, intoxicating, and Nathalie had to remind herself to continue lavishing attention from her hands onto the young man's erection. Soon most of her masters cock was surrounded by her mouth or throat, and she was sucking and licking it eagerly. She still kept the presenece of mind to listen to the conversation between the doms with half an ear, curious about this party.

 

[John Shadow]

Hints and Rumours

Brian allowed himself a small moan as Nathalie lavished her attentions on his cock. The sound brought a chuckle of amusement from Mary. She looked over at him before leaning back to glance under the counter.

“She seems to have a great deal of natural talent,” She commented. “A year and a day?”

“A great many times a day if this is any indication of her potential. Oh! Yes!” Brian nearly lost the thread of the conversation as Nathalie's lips slid along his length. “Yes, she has a great deal of promise. She has a mouth like warm velvet and a great deal of determination, although nothing could compare with yours. Do come to the party. I know you have other plans but they can wait. It is special occasion. Everyone will be there with gifts for her. They all want to meet Nathalie and witness her collaring. And I want this young fellow there for a special reason. You trained him in the usual way, have you not.”

“Oh yes. He has been my best pupil.”

“And perhaps specially motivated in this case.”

“I should think so,” Mary agreed, chuckling again. “Yes, it would be fun. May I join in as well.”

“You know I can deny you nothing.”

“Then may I finish you, Sir?” Mary ask.

“But of coarse,” Brian responded mildly and without further comment the woman sank to her knees. She pulled Brian's cock from Nathalie mouth and engulfed it with her own. The man surrendered himself to her a gasp. Mary was voracious. Her hand and mouth moved together up and down the shaft with a steady and relentless pace. Each stroke ended with a twist of the hand at the base of the glans before she descended again. Mary knew his preferences exactly. Knew the timing. Even if he had wished it, Brian could not have resisted her long. Almost instantly he felt the pressure building. Mary redoubled her efforts, working hard to draw the seed out of him and as she did reached up to grip his leg with her free hand. This gave her more stability. It also brought her ring finger into view and the one ring she wore. It was large and more ornate than Nathalie's but bore the same symbol cut into its surface. Moments later, Brian groaned. His knees nearly buckled. Mary's mouth slid down his shaft until her nose was pressed against him Her throat contracted rhythmically. A shudder passed through Brian's body. Then came a slow and unsteady breath. Mary withdrew slowly, a thin white sting of cum drawn out from her lower lip to the head of his cock. Her tongue lapped it away and she looked over at Nathalie in her hiding place under the counter.

“Trust me, my dear,” she said licking her lips. “It's going to be a wonderful year.”

 

[Kiriel]

Hidden under the shadow of the counter, the slight blush of something similar to pride tinged Nathalie's cheekbones. It was difficult to discern it however, as she worked on the cock before her. She had little experience in anything sexual; she was surpremely happy that she had not dissapointed her master.

The idea of the party excited her, even though she only had a vague idea of what would actually occur in the confines of the party.

When the other woman knelt down Nathalie reliquished the cock quickly; truth be told she was rather jealous, but once Mary started, the young woman watched attentively, still absently stroking the other slaves shaft. This other woman- whom she was almost sure was once a slave, for her usage of words and the ring that adorned her finger as well; otherwise she simply knew him very well- clearly knew how to please Nathalie's Master; and if the new slave could pick up anything from the now Mistress, all the better.

Nodding mutely to Mary's words, not seeing the need to voice her agreement, Nathalie looked up towards her Master. Her weight rested on her heels, balenced easily from years of dance. Nathalie was careful not to stare, only to appear attentive, for she was determined not to dissapoint him any more this day.

 

[John Shadow]

Demonstration and a few questions

Brian sighed as Mary pressed his well cleaned cock back inside his trousers and closed the fly. Sensations still crackled across the head. She squeezed the organ through the cloth, sending a new wave of pleasure through him. As she did, Mary looked over at Nathalie under the counter still obediently pumping her hand along the softened shaft of her slave. With a sad smile she shook her head and pivoted on one knee. Gently taking taking her hand from the spent cock, Mary lovely licked it clean before speaking to the girl.

“When a man cums he is very sensitive after.” Mary smiled and glanced at her submissive. “You have missed an opportunity here. Let me show you.”

And with that her lips descended in the young organ. The slave's mouth opened in a silent exclamation as his body went rigid. He sucked in a breath and shuddered. His face reddened. His hands hovered above his tormentor's head as he struggled against the temptation to push away the unbearable stimulation. Nathalie could see leather cuffs on each wrist fitted with stout rings. Matching cuffs encircled his ankles. Mary paused only long enough to instructed Nathalie to attach the fellows wrist and ankle cuffs to screw eyes mounted under the counter. The young man's eyes followed every movement, filling deeper with concern as each lock snapped shut. When the process was done he was virtually suspended by his four appendage which were spread wide above him. Mary chuckled as the last fastening snapped closed.

“Now dear girl, you must leave me to my work. I know that Brian has a busy afternoon planned” She licked her lips. “But before you go, tell me what your favorite number is and what color you like best.”

 

[Kiriel]

Nathalie watched the two doms from under her eyelashes, noting various points. Seeing how inexperienced she was the young woman supposed that the only way to catch up was to watch, and to learn. When Mary turned back to her with the sad smile her cheeks burned; she hadn't wanted to stop and be seen as disobedient.

Nodding to the worlds of the far more worldly older woman she dropped her hands to her lap, gazing at the slave and mistress carefully. Keeping the wisdom Mary had imparted in her mind Nathalie attached the wrist and ankle rings to the hooks as instructed. The fastenings were simple enough, and she completed the task quickly, glancing at the young man sympathetically for a moment before turning her blue-gray eyes back to the mistress.

A slight smile curved her lips, and she inclined her head. "My favorite number is three, ma'am, and I rather like many colors. Hmm...garnet red is my favorite, though I like navy blue as well." Nathalie replied, shifting out from under the counter and looking up at her master for futher instructions of where to go.