Call First (open for 1 female)

[save_marla]

"Call first," was his rule about dropping by - but I did call, about three times this afternoon, and hadn't got an answer. I hadn't heard from him all weekend, either, and I was starting to get worried. Admittedly, I was more worried that he'd begun to lose interest in me, than worried that he might be in trouble - either way, a quick swing by his place would provide enormous peace of mind. He'd understand.

I took my time getting ready to go - if he did get angry, he wouldn't stay mad long, when he saw me. I even put on the new top I was saving to surprise him with. http://www.northbound.com/ProdImages_X/6358L.jpg Pairing it with my black leather pants and posing in front of the mirror, I knew I was irresistable. After a moment's hesitation, I also buckled the collar he'd given me in place around my neck. It was a gamble - he didn't normally like me to flaunt our lifestyle in public, but I hoped it would remind him of my devotion, when he saw me wearing it.

I drove too fast, eager to get to his house, and pulled up next to the curb. His car wasn't in the driveway, but - maybe it was being repaired. I was grasping at straws, I knew, as I walked up to his front door, rang the bell and waited, impatiently. There was no answer, even after a second ring, and at last I turned to go - disappointed, but also relieved that he hadn't been avoiding me on purpose.

But after a moment, I turned back, inspired, and reached up on tip-toe to run my fingers along the top of the door frame. A key fell down at my feet, and I grinned at his predictability - he'd been hiding his spare key in the same spot since I met him, six months ago. As I fit the key into the doorknob, I imagined myself crawling into his bed - a sexy surprise for him when he returned home. I locked the door carefully behind me, and made my way to his bedroom, trailing my fingers lightly over the furniture as I passed. A lingering fear churned in my stomach - he might not appreciate that I'd made myself at home, here - but I pushed those thoughts away, much happier to imagine him overcome with lust, when he saw me.

His door was slightly ajar, and I gave it a gentle push and stepped inside -

- and came face to face with the naked girl, bound ankle and wrist to the foot of his four-poster bed.

She whimpered and whined when she saw me, a short length of PVC pipe held in her mouth by a tight strap kept her from doing much more - but I could only stare in cold astonishment. She was younger than me, slender - beautiful - not a mark on her, and she writhed so pathetically against the bonds holding her, appealing to me with her large, teary eyes. So this was why he'd had no time for me, lately...

My eyes narrowed when I noticed the narrow band of white leather, buckled around her throat - a copy of my own black collar, and I could feel the heat rising in my face as I stared at her. My first instinct had been to turn around - leave, and not look back. But now - I had other ideas.

I turned away from her, and she grunted desperately, gurgling on her own spit - she thought I was going to leave her. But oh, no. No. I turned away only long enough to close the bedroom door, shutting her in with me. She fell abruptly silent when I looked back at her, smiling.


OOC: Need a submissive girl who can take some abuse from a jealous bitch until the Master (role taken) gets home. Any takers?

 

[sexy_curves]

i'm up for it if it's still availible.

 

[save_marla]

(Sorry I missed you, yesterday!)

Definitely still available - welcome aboard!

 

[save_marla]

Still grinning as I step back into the room. "There, now. Much more intimate this way, don't you think? Just us girls." - trying to keep the edge of bitterness out of my sickly-sweet tone. I peel off my coat and throw it on the bed - I want her to see me, in my black leather - I want her to know me, and guess who I am.

But her expression doesn't change - confused, desperate, apprehensive - but nothing more. I move in close, so that she can feel my breath on her neck as I lean in and whisper, "Do you know who I am? I'm Miranda - has he told you about me?" She grunts again in answer, but I watch her face - there is no glint of recognition, no widening of the eyes as she realizes who she is shut in here with. I feel a stab of pain as it becomes apparent that he has not mentioned me to her, and I step back abruptly and turn away so that she won't see the hurt in my expression.

Moving around the room, I close the window blinds and take the time to light some candles near the bed. "A little mood lighting," I murmur - mostly to test my voice. "There - isn't that nice?" It sounds a little shaky, but otherwise I'm fine.

Setting my jaw, I step in front of her again, no longer bothering with the falsely genial smile. "So, new girl...let's have a look at you." Keeping my eyes locked on hers as I reach forward and trail my fingers lightly over her body, smoothly down her tethered arms, over her shoulders to trace the swell of her perky breasts, letting my fingers trip over the hardening nipples. Seeing the gooseflesh rising on her skin as I run my hands over her flat stomach, ignoring her noises and curling the fingers of one hand to cup her mound, just resting my fingertips lightly against her pussy. Watching her intently as I part the folds with one finger - knowing that even the lightest touch can feel as much like a violation as a caress... "Oh, you're lovely, aren't you?" I croon - can she hear the vicious undertones? Can she guess what's in store for her?

Suddenly I take my hands away, and focus again on that hated collar around her throat. Slipping one finger under the white leather band, I cock my head at her, and have to fight to keep the emotion out of my voice. "Did he give you this?" I reach around and begin unbuckling it, looking at her with wide, innocent eyes. "I think that's a little premature. You have to earn this..." Crushing the leather in my fist as I take it away, feeling the malice rising in me, in spite of my struggle to keep it in check.

"Are you ready to earn it, new girl?"

 

[save_marla]

BUMP.


sexy_curves, I've waited, and you just don't seem all that interested. I'm giving the role to Britwitch, if she still wants it. Maybe you and I can work on another story sometime.

 

[Britwitch]

My body ached from twisting and pulling at the restraints for so long, time had long since stopped being measurable. No clocks, nothing to let me know how long I have been like this. The gagging tube in my mouth ensuring my initial cries for help were not heard, reducing my words to gurgled murmurs. Unsure of how I had found myself in such a position. He had seemed so suave and mysterious, a little older and definitely a man who knew what he liked. I knew I was developing a serious crush upon him over our few meetings, his strong attitude attracting me on some unknown level within myself but once I’d agreed to accompany him home, all of that had changed. I’d been stripped and bound before I could stop him, his body easily over powering my own, gagged and a strange white leather collar placed around my neck. With little more than a glance over my naked flesh, I had then been left alone without a word of explanation.

Then a noise dragged me out of the torment I was in. The doorbell, someone was ringing the doorbell. I cried out uselessly, trying to alert them to my presence. After a little while, the sound of the door downstairs opening and closing, heels crossing the floor and slowly drawing nearer. I struggled anew, hoping the sound would at least draw the person into the room.
The door opened to reveal a woman dressed in black. A myriad of emotions flashing across her face, as she looked at me, taking in the scene before her. My blue eyes pleading with her to free me, pulling and writhing against my bonds. Her eyes narrowed in response, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

Relief at possible release swiftly turning into fresh panic and confusion as she turned, closed the door and then walked closer.
"There, now. Much more intimate this way, don't you think? Just us girls."
My eyes widening further as she removed her coat, revealing the tightly fitting leather beneath it. Her smile not quite matching the friendliness in her tone, it was an almost cruel expression. I could only imagine she was with him, she had a confidence about her that I’d seen in him. I felt myself pulling away a little as she moved closer still, so close her breath danced across my skin as she spoke.
"Do you know who I am? I'm Miranda - has he told you about me?"
I tried to reply that I didn’t know her, that I didn’t know anything, pleading for release but nothing left my mouth except a whimpered series of noises.
She, Miranda, moved around the room, closing the blinds, lighting candles.
"A little mood lighting…There - isn't that nice?" Her words were so softly spoken I wondered if they were even aimed at me.

The smile had vanished from her face as she moved to stand before me once more.
"So, new girl...let's have a look at you."
Her eyes fixing mine as her fingers trailed down my arms and shoulders and over my breasts. My body tensing at her touch, my muted pleas for her to stop falling on deaf ears as she traced around the swells of my large breasts, firm and round, standing proudly on my chest. Whimpering anew as her finger flicker across my nipples, leaving them tingling as her hand moved lower. My pleas growing more insistent as her fingers closed over my sex, my face flushing with embarrassment and humiliation at her touch, feeling her finger parting my lips ever so slightly.
"Oh, you're lovely, aren't you?"
The comment was edged with a darker tone as she moved back up and focused her eyes upon my neck and the collar around it.
"Did he give you this?" She asked, removing it. I nodded my head slowly, watching as she gripped the white leather tightly in her hand. "I think that's a little premature. You have to earn this..."
I shook my head, my confusion rising sharply. I didn’t want the collar, I didn’t want any of this. I just wanted to go home but something in her expression stopped all thoughts of escape. I was trapped and at her mercy, for the time being at least.
"Are you ready to earn it, new girl?"
I swallowed noisily, my expression showing my anxiety and bewilderment plainly. I pulled once more at the restraints holding my arms and legs in place before ceasing my struggles and meeting her gaze, knowing I was about to be tested whether I liked it or not.

 

[save_marla]

Annoyed, feeling a bit foolish talking to her when she can't answer, but - not quite ready to ungag her, yet. I can't shake the trepidation as I imagine what she might have to say...maybe this girl is my replacement. At the thought, my lips thin to a grim line as I look her over again, slapping her collar into my palm. Such a pretty little body - unmarked, unused - a blank canvas for his dark art. A smile twists on my lips, and I begin slapping her tits lightly with the thick strip of white leather - then harder. "You're very pretty, new girl, and you have a lovely body - except that you're far too pale." I bring the strap down hard on her nipple with a crack. "You need a little more colour."

With a grin, I begin slapping the leather all over her body - sometimes lightly, sometimes with a vindictive force - down her sides, slapping her tight stomach, her thighs - but always coming back to those pretty tits, merciless with her tits, until they are a mottled red and she is twisting to get away.

I step back to survey my work, and after a moment lean in again to part her pussy lips with one forefinger and thumb. The fleshy hood of her clit emerges, and I coo softly, "Ooo - there's a bit of pink..." With the other hand, I bring the leather strap close so that I just have to flick my wrist to bring an easy stroke down where I know it will sting. She puts up a bit more of a fight now, and I have to keep a firm grip on her cunt to keep her clitty exposed. "You like this?" I murmur as I continue to slap her tender bits, lightly and then harder - keeping her guessing. "You like a little bit of pain? Hmm? Is this what he does for you, new girl?" Finishing off with a particularly vicious smack before I let the collar drop to the floor.

Kneeling for the best access, I reach between her legs again and begin stroking her pussy lips, rubbing her swollen clit absently with my thumb, delving deeper until I have my middle finger inside her slick hole. Probing deeply as I look up into her face, I whisper, "I can tell how much you like this, little slut...can't you feel yourself getting wet?" Pulling my fingers out with a grimace, I stand and wipe them under her nose, smearing it across her face. "Ugh, you smell like rotting fish - smell that? Like a cheap whore - revolting!"

"Is that why he left you? Getting something to clean you out before he can even touch you...I'll bet it is..."

I pause, my face still as I look at her, gauging her reaction. She seems sufficiently intimidated by me. Good. Reaching behind her head again, I unbuckle the gag and take it off. A string of drool falls out of her gaping mouth as I pull the pipe out from between her teeth, and I make another face. "Ugh, you pig! Drooling all over yourself like a fucking baby - God, that's disgusting!!" Slapping her cheek lightly with my fingers, then pinching her lips between them, forcing her to look at me. "You get hold of yourself - show some self control, bitch. Try to act like a lady."

I let her go again. Curious, my heart pounding as I wait to hear what she'll have to say.

 

[Britwitch]

I yelp softly into the gag as the leather hits my breasts lightly and then harder. Fidgeting as she looks down almost angrily at me, as if this is my fault.
"You're very pretty, new girl, and you have a lovely body - except that you're far too pale."
This time I howl, hissing through my teeth as the strap collides with my nipple, stinging it viciously. My back arching up, my entire body tensing, eyes tightly shut.
"You need a little more colour."
I am too tightly bound to escape the following slaps to my flesh, crying out, tears forming and falling from my eyes. My stomach, my sides, my thighs and especially my breasts, are on fire with stinging pain. The flesh tingling and prickling with each fresh slap of the collar. Her strength and force changing almost constantly.
My pleas for her to stop are stopped completely by the gag, leaving me to try and wriggle and pull out of the way as she punishes my body for something that I am sure I have not done.

She pauses and my body sags, pain and discomfort shooting through me as my flesh grows hotter where she has focused her anger. Then fresh terror as she parts the lips of my sex.
"Ooo - there's a bit of pink..."
I scream as the strap stings against my sex, feeling as if my clit will simply explode beneath the force of the blow. My hips jerking but held firmly in place.
"You like this?"
I shake my head, tears coursing down my face as she tortures my sex, over and over again.
"You like a little bit of pain? Hmm? Is this what he does for you, new girl?"
The final slap is so hard that even the gag can't completely muffle the scream of agony that leaves my throat.

As I fight to recover I feel her moving between my legs, stroking and then entering me.
"I can tell how much you like this, little slut...can't you feel yourself getting wet?"
To my horror and disgrace I know she is speaking the truth, I can feel my body reacting in a way it should not under such treatment.
"Ugh, you smell like rotting fish - smell that? Like a cheap whore - revolting!"
I wince as she spreads the evidence of my body's excitement across my face.
"Is that why he left you? Getting something to clean you out before he can even touch you...I'll bet it is..."
I can only look up at her, my tear bright eyes wide as I do so. Terrified of what she'll do to me next.

A little relief rushing through me as she reaches to remove the gag, the pipe leaving my mouth, trailing saliva across my chin that I am unable to wipe away thanks to the rope tightly holding my hands in place.
"Ugh, you pig! Drooling all over yourself like a fucking baby - God, that's disgusting!!"
Another whimper as she lightly slaps me and then harshly grips my mouth and chin.
"You get hold of yourself - show some self control, bitch. Try to act like a lady."
She releases me and moves back, I take a few gulping breaths of air, trying to slow my racing heart and calm my trembling body.
"P-please..." I began uncertainly. "I...I think there has been a mistake...I...I don't know what's happening but please...please let me go..." My tone was pleading and my voice husky from the penetration of the tube for so long. I pull a little against my bonds, my eyes looking into hers and seeing nothing like the sympathy or compassion I am so desperately seeking. "Please....Miranda...please let me go...I shouldn't be here..." Her name flashes into my mind from the moments before the cruel whipping I had received, hoping it'll help me to convince her to free me.

 

[save_marla]

OOC: Please forgive me, Britwitch, for taking so long to post. Back now, and ready to play.

“Yes, there has been a mistake...there certainly has been a mistake - no, you definitely shouldn’t be here, new girl. I don’t know what he’s thinking, replacing a gem like me with something so fucking pathetic.”

I lean in and run my thumb across her plump lower lip, gently, though my fingers are trembling with the urge to slap her again. “But you are here, sweetness.” I stroke her pretty face, wiping away the tears. “And so we’re both going to have to deal with that. Like adults.”

I turn away and move to sit on the bed, behind her. Staring at her pert little bum, framed by the posts at the foot of the bed. I stretch one leg out and dig my heel into the flesh of one unmarked buttock, grinding it in purposefully, hoping to leave a bruise. “He really hasn’t touched you yet, has he? You’ve not the slightest idea where he can take you...and yet you’re begging to leave. That’s a bit ungrateful.”

My tone remains pleasant, but inside I am seething at the sight of this virginal prize, all trussed up and ready for his return. What does he want to do with her that he can’t do with me? Why does he feel the need to start over?

The compulsion to ruin her washes over me again, and I sit up. If she is no good to him, he will return to me, the tried and true slut, ready to take sadistic torments at his whim.

Leaning over, I take one of the candles from the bedside table and without warning, throw the hot wax all over her backside. Over her cries of shock and pain, I command, “Learn to love it, bitch,” even as I am reaching for another. Melted wax has spattered all over the bedspread, but I throw the second one, recklessly, her howls music to my ears.

 

[Britwitch]

“Yes, there has been a mistake...there certainly has been a mistake - no, you definitely shouldn’t be here, new girl. I don’t know what he’s thinking, replacing a gem like me with something so fucking pathetic.”
My body tenses, feeling her thumb running across my lower lip, the touch is gentle but the look in her eyes is anything but.
“But you are here, sweetness.”
Her fingers move across my cheeks, wiping away the tears that her beating had brought forth.
“And so we’re both going to have to deal with that. Like adults.”
Before I can ask just how that might be, she moves away. Moving behind me, out of my line of sight.

There had been such hatred and viciousness in her eyes before, to have her behind me was more than frightening. I pulled uselessly at the ropes holding me in place. Trapping me with this woman. This woman who clearly knew the man who had brought me here, obviously knew him more than intimately. It sounded as if she believed I was there to replace her. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't want to be the 'new girl'. I just wanted to go home.

A yelp as I feel her heel jab into my exposed behind, rubbing it cruelly into the flesh, hurting me, marking me I was certain.
“He really hasn’t touched you yet, has he? You’ve not the slightest idea where he can take you...and yet you’re begging to leave. That’s a bit ungrateful.”
"But I...I don't know why...I mean...I don't know why I'm here...I don't even know who he is...not really...please...please let me go..." My words sounded pathetic and I hated that my fear was overwhelming my body in the way that it was. I knew I couldn't simply pull my way free, I couldn't simply escape. This woman was my only chance for freedom but, as far as I could tell, she has other plans for me than untying me.

Then there was fresh pain. Sharp and searing. Heat covering my behind. It was wax.
"Aaaah...no...no please...!!" I yelp as the wax burns against my buttocks.
“Learn to love it, bitch,”
Another wave of painful burning sweeps across my bum as another candle's contents is thrown across it. My back arches and I howl in agony. Writhing and pulling uselessly at the ropes. Fresh tears running down my cheeks as I almost hear the enjoyment in her voice at my screams and moans of discomfort.

 

[save_marla]

Feeling a little better now as I watch her try to twist away, watch the wax cooling on her skin - I’m in charge here, after all...there’s nothing she can do about it. I wonder if this is how he feels, having a girl at his mercy?

But then I remember again - it’s this girl, and not me - tied up here for the taking. This girl who can’t even appreciate how lucky she is. I shiver suddenly as I think of what he will do, if he were to come home and find me here, and see what I’ve done to her... But it’s a little late to be worried about that now. The little bitch knows my name - even if I left, she’d be sure to snitch on me.

There’s a chance that he might be pleased, when he sees what I’ve done - he might see it for what it is, a testament to my devotion to him. A statement - he shouldn’t waste his time with girls like this, not when he has me. He might see it my way.

I push the thoughts away. I can’t get let such thoughts take over, or I’m no better than this pathetic little thing, crying to be free.

I stand up again, ignoring her weeping and carrying on, and take a good look at her. “There. A definite improvement - now you look like a slut, at least. Lots of colour - red and black wax against your white skin - very dramatic, he’ll love it.”

Coming around to face her again, grinning. “We’ll surprise him - what do you say? Open -” taking the slimy gag and holding it up to her mouth. She doesn’t open willingly at first, and I slap her cheek, hard. “First thing you have to learn is how to do as you’re told, dear. You won’t last long if you can’t even do that. Now - open. Don’t piss me off.”

Slipping the gag between her teeth again, I fasten it around her head, and then stick two fingers into the pipe, running them along the back of her tongue to make her gag. “Know where these have been?” I ask, grinning mischievously. “No - I’m just kidding...”

I step back to look at her from the front - not bad. Maybe he’ll appreciate the work I’ve done, to get her ready for him. But there’s just one thing we have to get straight, from the beginning.

I leave her side to get my purse, and rummage through it until I find a pen. Coming back to her, I take her chin in my hand, holding her head still, and begin to write on her cheek with the other. Reading aloud for her benefit: “He...likes....Miranda...better...than..me.”

I lean in and give her a kiss on the forehead. “Don’t forget it, sweetness.”

 

[Britwitch]

Survival instincts, terror, confusion, pain...all coursing through my body, jostling for position in my mind.
The wax cooling and tightening against my scorched skin, I try to cease my whimpering, seemingly unable to stop the trembling of my body as I continue to twist my wrists in the hope that somehow the ropes will begin to loosen.
I can tell, even in amongst her obvious anger at finding me as I was, she was enjoying what she was doing. How could anyone enjoy doing this to another person, to hurt them like this...?

I knew some people were into this kind of thing, dominance and submission, it was something I'd heard of but never more than whispered references. Sure I'd had some 'fun' with handcuffs and gentle spankings with former lovers but nothing like this. Nothing so dark and twisted.

“There. A definite improvement - now you look like a slut, at least. Lots of colour - red and black wax against your white skin - very dramatic, he’ll love it.”
I feel her rise up off of the bed behind me and watch with wide, tear bright eyes as she moves back around before me. A cruel grin curving her features.
“We’ll surprise him - what do you say? Open -”
I turn my face away, holding my lips tightly shut as she picks up the gag, bringing it towards my lips. A slap, hard and sudden strikes my cheek, making me wince and my entire body tense.

“First thing you have to learn is how to do as you’re told, dear. You won’t last long if you can’t even do that. Now - open. Don’t piss me off.”
I part my lips obediently, feeling the pipe pushing between my lips and holding down my tongue. My eyes widening further as her fingers push into the pipe and torment the back of my mouth, my body reacting instinctively and my throat tightening.
“Know where these have been?...No - I’m just kidding...”

I sag with obvious relief as she steps back, perhaps now she'll leave me. Almost as she found me. But instead she moves towards her bag, rifling through and returning with a pen.
Holding my head steady, she begins to write across my upturned cheek.
“He...likes....Miranda...better...than..me.”
The gag does it's job and stops any response from me. The lid clicks back onto the pen as she kisses my forehead, confusing me further still.
“Don’t forget it, sweetness.”

Somehow, I doubt I'm ever going to be allowed to forget any of what she has done. And may still yet do.
I look up into her eyes, completely lost. Knowing no one knows where I am or who I was meeting. No one will come looking for me, not any time soon. I was trapped and in a room with a woman who clearly hated me more than I thought it possible for strangers to hate one another.
I can only hope that 'he' will return soon and at least stop her actions towards me. The hope of being freed upon his return has been fading faster with each passing moment. And now it has almost been extinguished completely. I had been brought here for this purpose.
To be toyed with, for 'his' pleasure...and, for the moment at least, hers.

 

[Rockingham]

To toy with them both had gone on long enough, almost to the point of too far, and yet all he wanted to do was hold back and see how much longer it could last. The tension the building, everything driving and pulsing to this one ultimate end. It was the equivalent of them fighting over him, if they weren't such submissives.

Her comments had been the last straw though, and he entered the room in quiet solitude. He had been in the adjacent room, a spare bedroom, set up with camera's and microphones, listening and watching the whole time. It was interesting to see, and even more fun than he could have imagined.

He hunted her, cautiously, like a cat. His muscles poised and tight, but still too quiet, each step a whisper on soft grass. The girl saw him first, scared frightened with a gag in her mouth. She saw him over Miranda, on top of her. Had she time to scream she might have done so, but she had neither the time nor capacity.

In either case it did not matter. He grabbed her, one swift move pushing her up against the wall. His hands catching her arms, pulling them behind her, the leather straps already in his hands, going around her skin.

"First thing you have to learn is do as your told. Did you actually give that advice to My sub? you are going to give lessons on how to be a good little pet, she who can't even follow one simple rule."

He kicked her in the back of the legs, hearing her knees give, she fell limply to her knees. He was on top of her, pouncing, waiting. His muscles moved like running water, here and there, tying her up, closing her off.

And then, he threw her on the bed. She was tied down, as helpless as his own little pet. He bent down over her, his newly marked slut. She had gone through so much just for him. Miranda forgotten, he slowly began to untie his loyal submissive little pet.

"I am sorry," He said, helping her up, kissing her cheek, wiping away those horrible words on her body, "I didn't mean to put you through so much. You did so well though, pet... you went through all of this just for me. But it is over now, I am here to help you."

He took out the gag, unbound her, wiped the hot wax off of her. He cleaned her up, a small smile on his face as he saw her as beautiful as when he had brought her into this room.

"It's not finished, you know?" He said, looking over at Miranda, "I need to punish her for what she did to you. You can stay and help me. You can deliver the punishment yourself. You will be my assistant. I would very much like that."

 

[save_marla]

I didn’t hear the door open - had no warning of his swift approach until I saw the girl’s eyes widen in fear and surprise, focused on something behind me. Before I could turn, I felt his strong hands - one on my collar, for control, the other gripping my shoulder as he steered me into the nearest wall. With my face flattened painfully against it, I murmured sweetly, “Oh Master - you’re home...” He worked quickly, binding my wrists to opposite elbows, effectively rendering me quite helpless, pulling the leather straps much more tightly than necessary, it seemed, until I winced in pain.

Sneering, he repeated my recent admonishments scornfully, pointing out that I had not obeyed his cardinal rule, and I cried out in protest over my shoulder, “But I did call you - you didn’t answer!”

His response was a deliberate kick to the back of my legs, and my knees buckled and I went down hard. There was a kind of sad comfort, in feeling him so close to me, his body against mine, as he took the time to secure my legs as well, attaching them by a buckled leather strap to my arms, so that I was left hog-tied, on my stomach.

With an insulting grunt of effort, he lifted me and threw me, face down, on the bed, where I gasped helplessly, trying to catch my breath. When I lifted my head, I saw him untying the girl and cleaning her up, with barely a second glance at all my hard work. I lowered my face down into the bed covers - my efforts had failed - when he cleaned her up she was nearly as perfect as when I’d first met her.

His talk of my punishment made me lift my head again, warily. I had expected his anger, when he found us, and yes, even punishment...but not from her. I cleared my throat and spoke carefully, my voice dripping with honey. “Master, please don’t - I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you felt so much for her - in fact, I sort of thought you’d left her for me to play with. Please don’t punish me this way...I didn’t mean it. Forgive me?”

 

[Britwitch]

I didn't hear or notice the door opening. The first clue I had that we were not alone was when my eyes met his over her shoulder. My breath caught in my throat, his epression was so dark and for a moment I thought I was to be the target but his wrath appeared to be aimed at Miranda.
In a blur of motion he had her pressed against the wall, binding her arms behind her tightly.

"First thing you have to learn is do as your told. Did you actually give that advice to My sub? you are going to give lessons on how to be a good little pet, she who can't even follow one simple rule."
I winced as I watched her fall to the ground, panic rising sharply that if he treated his 'favourite' in such a way. What kind of treatment was I to expect?
After she was slung onto the bed beside me, his attention switched to me. His hands reaching towards me, my eyes widening as he drew closer.

But the touch of his fingers was gentle as he helped me sit up. "I am sorry,"
I felt a rush of confusion, his lips brushing one cheek while his fingers rubbed the other. Removing Miranda's cruelly written message. "I didn't mean to put you through so much. You did so well though, pet... you went through all of this just for me. But it is over now, I am here to help you."
For him? How was anything that had happened for him...?
My mind was beyond confused, nothing seemed real any more. Perhaps...perhaps it was all just a dream, a very vivid dream.

I took a long gulp of air as he removed the gag, releasing my aching limbs from the ropes and carefully removing the wax from my behind. My eyes watching his face, edged with fear, was this a trick? Was I about to be beaten again, or worse...?
Then he smiled at me, almost a smile of pride as he looked me over, as if admiring something of his. A look of possession. I knew in that moment that I was not going to be leaving. He had 'rescued' me and I was his.
"It's not finished, you know?...I need to punish her for what she did to you. You can stay and help me. You can deliver the punishment yourself. You will be my assistant. I would very much like that."

"I...I..." My voice, meek and husky from the gag and my muted screams during Miranda's actions towards me, trembled slightly. Unsure of how to react. Not wanting to anger him. "I would like that too..." I hesitated over how to address him, then Miranda's words filtered back in my mind. "I shall do as you ask...Master..." I looked up anxiously into his face from my position almost kneeling upon the bed, hoping I had not said something wrong already. Although the beginnings of a smile began to curve the corners of my lips, after all, it was only fair that I should at least be able to get a little of my own back against the girl who had beaten and treated me so cruelly.

 

[Rockingham]

"She is a pet, Miranda... of course I feel something for her. I feel it for all My pets, and I feel it for you too, until you do something wrong. She was supposed to be your toy, but you play too hard with your toys. You would have broken her in a matter of hours."

What would have been the fun in that?

He bent down, grabbing the white leather collar, and stretching out to his new pet's neck. She seemed prideful, lifting up so he could place it around her.

"I do believe she has earned it now..." He clipped it on, claiming her as his new posession. He smiled at her, how proud he was of her at that moment, leaning down for a slight kiss.

"Here we go," walking to the closet with several toys hanging or on shelves. So many, a variable sex palace of whips, straps, restraints, dildos, vibrators, oils, and more.

"We need a nice long leather strap," he told his new pet, leaving it to her to decide which one, "Pick out something fun to use."

He went over to Miranda, turning her over, adjusting her arms so they reached over her head. The bindings fit nicely on a little hook he had at the headboard. Her legs the same, he took off the leather straps, moving them from her legs down to her ankles, tying them so that they are spread wide apart.

He pussy, twitching, wet, open for him.

"That is perfect, Miranda," He moved up her body, beginning to inspect it, "You shaved your legs this morning... good girl. I would not have allowed you over if you hadn't removed all unwanted hair from your body."

Up to her cunt. Yes, that too was hairless. He breathed against her slit, examining it, his fingers spreading it open.

"It smells just as good as it did before. Very good."

Up her stomache, pressing against the smooth curve of her, to her swelling breasts. They were still hard. He bent down, taking one into his mouth. It reacted instantly, as his tongue licked against the hard bud.

"You've done all that I ask... good, you will not need further punishment."

He moved to the side, pressing against Miranda as he looked over at His new pet, and the leather strap she had chosen.

"Now... pet, start at those lovely little titties of her, and work your way down. Punish her as she did you... make her feel it. Do not worry, she can take whatever you give her."

 

[effmyass]

any more spots open?

 

[save_marla]

I shook my head, and blurted out, “You should have told me she was my toy - I thought she was my replacement!” But seeing him buckle the collar around her throat again quieted me - I bit my lips to keep from crying out in protest. I turned away so I wouldn’t have to see his face beaming with pride.

I looked back at him when I heard him open the closet - I am all too familiar with its contents - and I let out a little sound of irritated disbelief when he told the new girl to pick something. He was really going to let her punish me??

But then he was standing over me again, adjusting my restraints, fastening my body spread-eagled on the bed. I didn’t like this, feeling so exposed - apparently to be left to her mercy. I squirmed as he leaned in close to inspect my body, so close I could feel his breath on my skin, and I groaned as his fingers opened my pussy. It was a reminder of how very vulnerable I was, at that moment, and I found myself tugging at the restraints - something I haven’t done in a very long time. He moved upward, and I closed my eyes, flinching as I felt his hot mouth on my breast, his tongue flicking the nipple.

“Master, please...I’m sorry, don’t do this,” I whined through clenched teeth. But at his answer, and his contented smile, I knew he was enjoying himself too much to stop now. He stood by my side as he instructed the new girl to begin punishing me, and I eyed the strap nervously - she wouldn’t know how to wield it properly, and there would be vengeance behind her blows.

This was going to suck.


OOC: eff, I had imagined this as a fairly cozy arrangement - wanting to play off the dynamics of a rather twisted "threesome". Maybe next time.

 

[Britwitch]

"She is a pet, Miranda... of course I feel something for her. I feel it for all My pets, and I feel it for you too, until you do something wrong. She was supposed to be your toy, but you play too hard with your toys. You would have broken her in a matter of hours."
“You should have told me she was my toy - I thought she was my replacement!”
A toy? How could I be a toy? A pet?
I shook my head slightly, my own grip on reality seemed to be slipping as I fought to recall how I'd found myself in this bizarre situation. I felt him fasten the white collar back around my neck, I tilting my chin higher to help him, leaning my head to one side and making my long dark hair move aside.
"I do believe she has earned it now..."
He smiled, so proudly, so happily, before kissing me quickly and gently. Taking my elbow I found myself being guided towards a large closet, filled with every manner of sexual toy I'd ever heard of, and many my imagination couldn't even comprehend a use for.

"We need a nice long leather strap...Pick out something fun to use."
He left me beside the array of toys as he returned to Miranda. My eyes roved over the contents of the closet, unsure of what to choose, assuming I was going to give Miranda beating. I selecting a long, plain leather strap. As much as I wanted to get some kind of 'justice' for her harsh treatment of me, it seemed I was going to hers to play with as she saw fit. If I were to hurt her today, I might likely pay for it another day. She struck me as the sort of woman who let very little slip from her memory.
I walked tentatively back towards the bed, seeing how he had re-arranged her so that she was splayed out across the bed. As helpless as I had been.

"Now... pet, start at those lovely little titties of her, and work your way down. Punish her as she did you... make her feel it. Do not worry, she can take whatever you give her."
"Yes...Master..." I replied quietly, instinctively lowering my eyes to the floor before returning them to Miranda. Holding the strap a little tighter in my hand I hesitated, unsure of quite what to do but knowing I would have to do something soon or who knew what I may have to face as a result.
Swinging it down towards her, the strap snapped across her breasts. The noise loud and staccato in the air, it made me jump as well as making Miranda tense. As I pulled the strap back I saw the skin was slightly pinker than it had been. I swung again and again, hitting her breasts a few more times before beginning to work my way down her stomach. My blows had no real aggression within them but going on the sound of the strap alone and the reddened skin it left beneath it, I knew they still had to be causing Miranda more than a little discomfort.

The belt snapped at her flesh, moving down towards her hips where I once again hesitated slightly. I gave a slightly harsher swipe of the strap across her sex, the resulting whimper and tensing of her body alleviated a little of the anger I felt towards her and I gave her three more swift, harsh slaps there before stopping. The skin of her breasts and stomach looked pink and warm but I doubted the marks would remain for long. I let the strap hang down by my side and looked across at him hoping my actions had pleased him.

 

[Rockingham]

"Shhhhhh," He gave Miranda one last touch, pressing against her lips before standing behind his pet. She was ready, they were both ready. They had been ready for awhile now, and the suspense was about to burst all the way through.

She beat upon Miranda hard, each slap harder than the last. She knew just how to use that strap, not giving it too much strength, letting gravity do the work. That way there was a more harsh end, a painful snap there right at the end.

"How perfect is that, My pet?" He stared down at her once she had finished. A soft smile rose to his lips, he put his arms around her, "So beautiful, so loyal. I want you to be Mine..."

He licked her soft crimson lips, before moving into the bed. He had to cross Miranda, laying on her other side.

"Didn't she do such a wonderful job? You should thank her for everything she has done for you."

He smiled, looking back up at his pet, "Now... you should know as a person that hands out punishments, once the punishment is over, so is the anger. It is in the past, it has been paid for. Now you two are lovers again. I want you to start by helping Miranda through all of her pain. Ease it with your lips, your tongue, your gentle fingertips."

He licked at the small curve between Miranda's shoulders, "Do not worry, I will help you."

 

[save_marla]

I closed my eyes when I saw her take out the long leather strap, and realized it was useless to expect any pity from him, and that of course she would go along with whatever he suggested. Clenching my jaw in helpless indignation - this was unbearable, that he was going to let her punish me. Since he’d buckled this collar around my throat, no one else had laid a finger on me - I was his property, and took enormous pride in that fact. To allow this clueless girl to enact her pathetic hissy fit on my body was an outrage. It would do no good to argue, trussed up and helpless as I was - but I’d make him pay for this treatment, later.

I hissed in a breath through my teeth as she brought the first blow down across my tits, as he’d instructed. It was a harder blow than I’d expected at her inexperienced hands, and I squirmed slightly in anticipation of more to follow. I kept my lips pressed tightly together, refusing to give her even a squeak of discomfort, as she slapped my breasts again and again, each time a bit harder than the last. I opened my eyes to glare up at her, hoping to intimidate her into stopping - but she wasn’t looking at my face. She seemed fascinated by the marks she was leaving on my body.

She paused for a moment as her strokes led her, inevitably, down between my spread thighs, and I seethed through clenched teeth, “Do it.”

Her answering blow between my legs startled a sharp cry out of me, and I found myself squirming in earnest, against all logic, trying to get away from the bitch and her nasty leather strap. She didn’t let up until she was well satisfied, and my pussy lips sang with the sting of her blows. I closed my eyes tightly again, enduring, until she stopped for good.

My Master’s voice filled the tense silence, and I opened my eyes to see him looking down at her in pride, calling her pet, watched him fold her into his arms and claim her as his own. I wanted to scream, I wanted to thrash myself free on the bed, and claw her eyes out - and then his.

I trembled in unspoken fury when he suggested I thank her for her attentions, and could barely contain myself as he continued, oblivious, to instruct her to help me through the pain - to kiss it all better, as it were. He should know me well enough to know that wasn’t going to fly.

When at last I could choke down my anger enough to speak, it was a sputter of rage, “I’ll thank her to get the hell out of my face - and if she touches me, I’ll spit on her.”

I turned awkwardly, as much as my bonds would allow, to face him as he kissed between my shoulder blades, “You think we’re going to be the best of friends - lovers - just because you put us in the same room together? Get us matching collars?? Don’t you touch me - I can’t believe this shit - don’t either of you touch me. Let me go.”

 

[Britwitch]

"How perfect is that, My pet?...So beautiful, so loyal. I want you to be Mine..."
I felt His tongue drift over my lips, unaware until He had wrapped His arms around me that I was trembling.
"Now... you should know as a person that hands out punishments, once the punishment is over, so is the anger. It is in the past, it has been paid for. Now you two are lovers again. I want you to start by helping Miranda through all of her pain. Ease it with your lips, your tongue, your gentle fingertips."

I hesitated briefly, unsure of what exactly He was expecting me to do to her. I began to bend down towards her body, still pinked from the beating she had just suffered at my hands. My lips within inches of brushing the skin of her shoulder when suddenly her harshly spoken words cut through the air,
“I’ll thank her to get the hell out of my face - and if she touches me, I’ll spit on her.”

I jumped back, almost stumbling to the floor in surprise. Watching with unhidden shock as she then levelled the same tone at Him.
“You think we’re going to be the best of friends - lovers - just because you put us in the same room together? Get us matching collars?? Don’t you touch me - I can’t believe this shit - don’t either of you touch me. Let me go.”

I winced, the situation I was in was still more than a little strange but I didn't doubt her words would result in a reaction from Him, a reaction that I wasn't certain I wanted to witness...or as would likely be the case, going on His earlier words, be involved in...

 

[Rockingham]

"So you feel your punishment is not done?" He said, his lips still upon her skin, still dancing along those fine curves of hers, tongue daring to taste. That is what she wished to have, to always be hated and punished. She could not find their arrangement with loyalty or pride, she found it on the edge, dancing on that razor of pain and pleasure as if it were a three lane highway.

"Ok... then have it your way."

He got up, moving beyond his newly aquired pet, who only stood there as he passed. He paused just a moment to look at her, those soft features, those perfect breasts held high, moving with her breath.

He walked over to the closet, returning with a favorite toy of hers. It looked almost comical how big it was. Big enough to hurt. She had picked it out herself, massive and thick, black, with veins running alongside it for that realistic feel.

It had straps. He moved up beyind his pet, his hands running down her body. They stopped on her breasts, those hard nipples against his fingertips. He heard a shudder, and then smiled as he kissed her neck.

"just relax, this won't hurt a bit," He moved down to her legs, helping her spread them for him. The straps came under her legs, around them too. He placed each one, carefully, molding it to her skin, helping to define it on her body.

The strap-on looked amazing when it was finished, her plastic cock pushing out from her crotch as if it were real. It looked that way, almost. He nodded, looking down, touching her clit underneath the toy.

"Now you need to do something for Me, can you do that? you've been such a good girl this whole time, much better than My other one on the bed. I need you to show her how to behave."

He smiled, guiding her to the bed, helping her to move between those spread legs, watching as the black cock pressed against Miranda's clit.

A small touch, but look at the results. He shuddered watching both women together like this, one atop the other.

"Take her..." He ordered.

 

[save_marla]

His response to my outburst, the rush of warm air, the tickle of his lips - but especially his light, unhurried tone as he spoke, sent a chill over my naked flesh. I watched him uneasily as he left the bed and brushed past his new girl, standing in the middle of the room like an innocent deer caught in the headlights.

I groaned as he opened the closet again, and I saw what he’d selected for me. I’d picked it out on a whim, at a sex shop with him, and I’d been regretting the decision ever since. It was much harder to take than I could’ve imagined - and he only brought it out when I was very good, or very bad.

I spat every bad cuss word I could think of at him as he took the time to fit the harness snugly around his new girl’s hips. To me, it looked ridiculously ill-proportioned, jutting up proudly from her narrow pelvis, but he seemed more than pleased with the result.

He led her with a dancer’s grace to the foot of the bed, and helped her to kneel between my legs, and I struggled once more, uselessly, against his leather restraints. Feeling the pressure of the broad tip of the dildo against my clit, I squirmed violently against the insistent pleasure. Gasping, I lifted my head to look at her - she seemed easy enough to intimidate.

With a stiff jaw, I barked out the words, “Don’t. Do it. Bitch,” straining to close my legs against the violation. As I squirmed, I realized I was maddeningly wet, still - but not nearly wet enough to take this monster cock comfortably. I panted with the exertion of my struggles, and paused to puff a strand of hair out of my face. “I’ll make you regret it.”

I glared back at him - it was easy to see that he was enjoying every minute of this.