Cosmos Club

[karnelman]

OOC: This story is closed for the moment for AmbrosiaCaress and myself. However at some future point we may be seeking additional writers. Please read along and feel free to offer PM comments. If you happen to have a character in mind that you think would fit in and you are someone that posts regularly enough that the story won’t bog down please PM with your idea.


Story Background:

The Cosmos club is housed in the former mansion of a 19th century industrialist. It is one of the last great mansions of that era still standing in the city. Most that pass by it don’t even know what is housed within the walls of the impressive Victorian style structure. They are more likely to notice the odd juxtaposition of its elegant façade next to the two modern office buildings that flank it, like steel and glass sentries. Only a very small brass plaque by the door indicates that the building is the home of the Cosmos Club.

Few people have ever been beyond the lobby of the elegant building. Membership in the club is extremely exclusive and guests are rarely brought to the house. To the outside world it is a club that caters to the wealthiest and most elite residents of the city. Most give it little thought as they could no more hope to become members of the Cosmos Club then they could take a trip to the moon. The Cosmos Club is perhaps the most exclusive club in the world. Not the Aviation Club of Paris, Georgia’s Augusta National or even the Bohemian Club of San Francisco could boast such an exclusive membership list. Of course no one really knows who the members are as that list is a better kept secret than the nuclear launch codes.

The other closely guarded secret of the club is its true reason for being. All of the members have a very important characteristic in common. They all practice sexual domination in one form of another. Some have gone so far as to take actual slaves that were kept in almost dungeon like conditions in the basement of the mansions that grace their country estates. Some merely had fantasies of being dominate but had yet to find submissive partners. Some had submissive spouses but only enjoyed the mildest of sex play. Most were actual dominates that had willing partners and would never go as far as to force sexual slavery upon another. BDSM play was fully a part of their lives but the exact manifestation of that play varied from member to member.

Unknown to all but the members of the Cosmos club there existed a sister club that had been fully funded by the membership. The Inferno was in one of the newer office buildings down the street from the old mansion. It was a rather tackily decorated and lively club that was one of the hubs of the city’s nightlife. The club was the place to see and be seen. Overpriced drinks loosened the inhibitions of the patrons and the dance floor writhed with the beat of the latest rhythms. It is well known that illegal drugs were as easily obtained at the club as was a vodka martini. The club is a garish place that seems to have combined the wildness of the 1970’s with the excesses of the 1980’s and deposited the mix in a new century.

The members of the Cosmos club have little interest in what happens in the bars and on the dance floors of their wilder enterprise. It was just a front for the activities that occurred in the secret, private exclusive back rooms of the Inferno. The real purpose of the Inferno Club is to be a gathering place for submissives. It is a place where those who desire to sexually serve could find masters or mistresses to use them. The Inferno Club fed the needs of the members of the Cosmos Club, though no Inferno Club member had ever graced the elegant rooms of the historic mansion. The gatherings took place in the private rooms of the Inferno and might well rival the wildest of Caligula’s Roman orgies. The Cosmo Club members have their own private entrance via a secret tunnel from the mansion.

My character:

James Hunter has been a member of the Cosmos Club for ten years. He is 6’ 2” and lately tops the scales a bit above his fighting weight at around 200 lbs. He stays in shape but has to fight it as he enjoys all the finer things life offers. His eyes are dark brown, though some say they have seen them switch to hazel in a certain light. His once golden blond hair is now a light sandy brown and a few strands of grey grace his temples. He is three months away from his 41st birthday.

He made a fortune most people could not fathom by the age of twenty-five. He had turned a piece of software developed in his garage into a multinational enterprise. Unlike similar men who could not walk away from their businesses, James sold his company two days before his twenty-seventh birthday and retired. His money had opened many doors for him and he used both his money and his influence in the pursuit of pleasures. One of the doors that had been opened for him was the door to the elegant mansion of a former industrialist whose wealth had not come close to the level of James’s fortune. At thirty he was a full member of the Cosmos Club. He became a member of its executive board at 39. He couldn’t remember when he wasn’t sexually dominant.

He had had two long term very satisfying relationships with submissive females. The first started while he was still running the company and lasted through his first year as a Cosmos club member. She had gone from a blind date to sexual pet and play thing to his devoted sex slave very quickly. She was the first woman he had actually been in love with and he thought her the perfect mate for him. To be sure theirs was not the usual love affair. He used her and shared her with the few friends he had that knew of his sexual preferences. She also loved him and loved serving him in anyway he chose. Part of her service to him was obtaining other willing submissives to join in their sex play. One of those other playmates led her to the Inferno club which became her favorite hunting ground. Eventually this led to James’s invitation to join the Cosmos club. The relationship ended when James found her hosting a party she did not have permission to give.

He yanked her naked body from the writhing mesh of flesh he discovered her in. Though he had punished her before, this time was different. He was angry and for the first time he removed his belt and took it to her bare ass. When he was finished her ass was red and covered in welts. She still bares a small scar from the incident on her left buttock. A week later he threw her out of his house with nothing but the single outfit he allowed her to wear. Despite her begging for forgiveness and her pledging to do anything or suffer any punishment to make amends and even his own wish to make it right as well as his great love for her, he simple could not bear to touch her again. Her transgression was a horrible blow to him and left a deep wound.

The second ended about a year ago after four very happy years for James. He loved the deliciously submissive young woman deeply. She loved him and was totally devoted to him and serving him even though she was not the total slave his first love had been. She was jealous that he had other playthings in his life and began to make demands of him. Due to his love for her he had at first given her some of what she desired. But when she became so bold as to demand exclusivity the relationship came to an end. To punish her for her foolishness he gave her to be used by several of his more aggressive friends. Even though the men used her in everyway imaginable that night that was not what drove her away. If it was his pleasure for other men to use her then it was her pleasure to serve them for him. It was not until she learned where he had been while the men fucked her that night that drove her to leave him.

He had been with a female friend from the club that night. They had made love as equals something his sub could never hope for. She had tried to understand that he had needs beyond what one woman could fill. She had even decided to try to overcome her jealousy and not complain when he used others. She had even begged him to punish her severely for being such a bad slut. But the news that he made love to another woman as an equal was too much. She could not believe that he could do that if he loved her as he claimed. She wanted to punish him and that very week moved in with another man. Another sexual dominate, one that was cruel, but one that would at least make her his only slave. James retreated to the solace of the Club. Only a few very close friends knew of the true pain the woman had caused. To everyone else he portrayed her as no more than a worthless whore. A year later he has plenty of playmates, but no soul mate.


These two were of course not the only submissives that had been in his life. They were just the only ones he had allowed himself to love. He had discovered his proclivity for domination at a very early age. While a freshmen in college he already kept three pets, which had been a great benefit to his dorm roommate who benefited by being given one to use occasionally. That was when James learned how much he enjoyed ordering subs to service others in his presence. By the time he had graduated, he already had a company being run out of his house where he kept several toys to entertain him and his associates. The success of his business forced his fetishes underground. That is why he ended up on blind dates and how he met his first love at 26.

Our story begins:

James took the ornate elevator down to the basement of the Cosmos club and stepped into the tunnel that connected the mansion to the Inferno. He had always hated the tunnel. In fact he pretty much hated all underground windowless spaces he had ever been to. This one was really no more that a concrete tube with florescent lighting. It was of course kept immaculate by the club staff, so although it was shaped somewhat like a sewer it did not have the atmosphere of its look-alike tunnels in the city. The tunnel was of course a necessary evil to James. Many members of the club, James included were well known if not famous. Walking thorough the front door of the Inferno would cause too much publicity for such people. Having slaves walk through the front door of the Cosmos club would ruin its staid reputation. So the tunnel linked the two worlds.

As the only member of the club’s executive board that was retired and therefore available to manage administrative matters, he had become the defacto head of many things at the club. On this particular day the manager of the Inferno had called his home frantic about some situation. Her panicked tone convinced him a drive into the city was warranted. His driver although he knew about his boss’s sexual proclivities did not know about his boss’s association with the Inferno. Therefore, as usual James had been taken to the front door of the stately mansion where the driver assumed his boss spent the day smoking expensive cigars, drinking expensive cognac and generally enjoying the company of other wealthy folk. Not that the driver begrudged his boss such things. He actually was very happy. James was a very generous boss; loyal employees like the driver were paid far more than such jobs paid elsewhere.

James burst into the Inferno manager’s office without pausing to have the secretary announce him or bothering to knock. All the employees of both the Cosmos club and the Inferno’s in the know staff were quite used to the member’s very direct and demanding style. These men and women were dominating in almost all things. They did not ask, they demanded and took. Linda Harris had managed the Inferno club for two years and knew just what to expect when she requested a meeting with the boss. James trusted her though and usually toned down his brusque style when he was called to these impromptu meetings. She usually had a good reason for calling him in and today was not likely to be an exception.

When he entered the room he gave the sexy manager the once over as usual. He found he couldn’t help leering at her. She was tall, almost 5’ 10” and generally wore heels that brought her to just below his eye level. He didn’t deal with many women that could come close to his height even in heels. He found it an interesting contrast with her role in his world even though he preferred shorter women for the most part. Even at 11:00 in the morning she was dressed in what most people would consider an outfit appropriate only to a sexy evening out clubbing. Her staff likely would have referred to it as one of her Dom bitch outfits. That thought amused James. To the staff she was in fact very dominate. To the members of the Cosmos club she was if called upon a very submissive slut. James had fucked her twice, both times he had first ordered to her knees and made her suck his cock until it oozed precum like a sieve. Then he made her get on her hands and knees so he could fuck her like a bitch. James knew that she had probably fucked half the male and at least a third of the female club members.

She was beautiful and exotic. Her body curved in all the right places and she knew exactly how to please the members. She knew equally well how to please the submissive customers of the Inferno. On that his particular day her long black silky hair that was so much fun for some of the members to pull as they fucked her was tied and piled on her head in a very stylish manner. Her emerald green eyes sparkled as usual. Her naturally olive skin was a shade darker than natural due to her frequent trips to the tanning salon. James did not know her origin but he could see the hint of some Middle Eastern ancestor in her look. He imagined that there must have been a harem girl or two in her ancestry. He did know that her tan was nearly 100 percent though. The only lighter spot on Linda’s body was the small strip of untanned skin where her pubic hair would have been if not for the magic of lasers.

(to be continued)

 

[karnelman]

“Well, what is so fucking important that I needed to make a trip into the city on Tuesday morning Linda?” He barked in his usual commanding tone.

‘Sir, I am so sorry to have disturbed your day, but an unusual situation has occurred I thought sure you would want to know of it,” She replied demurely.

“Well?” is all he said, not being a man to be kept waiting for information.

It seemed that one of the older member’s slaves had called to try to arrange a special party for him. Milton Henderson Jr. was one of the oldest living members of the Cosmos club and its former president. The party was to be in honor of his 75 birthday and the 50 anniversary of his joining the club. He had been admitted so young as a legacy. His father had been a founding member. He was well respected and well liked but there had been some concerns about his mental acuity of late. James frowned at the news. A party was certainly in order, but from what Linda was telling him one of Milton’s slaves may have had knowledge she should not have had. Members were not even allowed to tell their closest bedmates about the Cosmos club. If she knew about his anniversary of membership, James wondered what else the doddering old fool might be talking to her about.

“Thank you, Linda that indeed may be a problem I need to deal with. I am sure you will keep this confidential and be available should I need your assistance with the matter,” James said in a tone which said that the only possible answer was yes.

‘Of, course, Sir. As always I am available for any needs you may have,” Linda responded like a proper submissive.

Her tone so in contrast with her station and almost Dominatrix-like outfit instantly put a wicked thought in James’s mind. Though it was not a condition of her employment and he likely wouldn’t even fire her if she refused, it was her nature. She was one of the few true switches he had ever met. He had seen her turn subs into sniveling piles of worthless flesh one night and the next seen her naked, collared and on her knees begging a member to allow her to please him. She seemed to revel in both roles nearly equally. He enjoyed toying with subs and it had been a couple of days since he last released his seed. He thought a quick fuck or blow job from the exotic manager might be a good way to relax and prepare for the pain of dealing with Milton.

“Show me those nice tits, slut. I want to see if you are keeping up with your tanning,” He said as if ordering a hamburger from his favorite restaurant.

Linda did not miss a beat. She lowered her gaze instantly becoming a submissive slut. She reached behind her back and lowered the zipper of her slinky dress enough to pull the form fitting material down off her breasts. She wore a black satin strapless bra with lace trim that pushed her tits up and together. She had medium sized tits that nicely filled a C cup. James inhaled deeply as he felt his cock stir in his pants. Linda did not wait for further orders. She unhooked the catch holding the sexy bra closed and let it fall to the floor. Her tits spilled out, separating but not sagging. At 30 she was still firm and her breasts supple. James was a breast man and she had the kind of tits he could spend hours, sucking, kissing, licking, biting, fondling, squeezing and pinching.

Her areolas are large and much darker than the surrounding flesh. Her nipples sit like small elongated pink pearls in the center of the dark circles. The cool of the air conditioning made them instantly erect. He wanted to go to her and feast on her tits, but he did what his nature dictated and ordered her to come to him. She stepped forward and the wiggle of her hips caused her unzipped dress to fall away and puddle at her feet. She stepped out of it and crossed the room to James in only her black panties and stockings that were held in place by old fashioned frilly garters. Never one for convention, she had forgone the cliché garter belt.

James took a tit in each hand and closed his thumbs and forefingers on her excited nipples. She purred as his fingers pressed into her sensitive flesh and he began to roll the pink nubs. He rolled and pulled them until they were tingling and red. Still looking down she smiled at the sight of the full erection tenting his pants. She had loved the forceful way he had fucked her in the past and was hoping for a repeat performance. He ordered her to her knees. Like a good sub she asked if she may took his cock out. When he nodded she quickly opened his pants and let them fall away and then pulled his underwear down releasing his already oozing cock. She kissed his cock and started to take it in her mouth, but he pulled her head back.

“I want your tits today. I want to fuck those gorgeous mounds of flesh,” He moaned.

His voice and his compliments about a part of her body caused her pussy to tingle and gush. Though she knew it unlikely she would get more then a cum bath on her tits today, she would be ready for one of the toys in her desk when he left her. She quickly coated his needy shaft with her saliva and rose up so that her tits aligned with his cock. She wrapped his slippery cock between her light brown tits and he began to fuck her heaving chest as she held her tits tight to his shaft.

She remained with her head facing down. Each time his cock head emerged from her cleavage she slipped her tongue out and licked his bulbous cock head. His hands were on her head, caressing and pulling. Her elegantly styled hair quickly became a tangled mess as his passions built to a crescendo. Long tendrils of silky black came free and hung down her back as his cock assaulted her tits. Her panties were soaked from her own excitement and she begged for permission to touch herself. He moaned his permission as his release came ever closer. She could sense he was very close. She continued dribbling her spit on his cock allowing it to slide between her tits as easily as her fingers were sliding in and out of her well lubricated pussy. He thrust upward and she felt the first glob of warm cum hit her face. He pulled on her hair as several thick ribbons of cum erupted from his cock. Her face, neck and tits were sprayed with little white puddles like some perverted canvas gracing the walls of some modern gallery in Soho.

He ordered her to clean his cock. Which she quickly and greedily did, savoring the few drops of cum she was able to lick from him. When he was finished he pulled up his pants and left her on her knees with is cum slowly dripping off her. She cleaned his goo from her skin with her fingers and then licked her fingers clean. Once her cleaning was complete, she stood and walked to her desk. She retrieved a long silver object from the top drawer while sitting on her desktop. She pulled aside her panties and slipped the cylinder into her dripping pussy. It had a little hook like piece on the top that hit her clit each time it went deep enough. She fucked herself until her cunt exploded with pleasure. Her secretary ignored the cries of passion coming from her boss’s office. Working at the Inferno one had to learn not to hear or see some things.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kana

~ Kana knew things no slave should know, when it came to her Master, Milton Henderson Jr.'s life, money, estate, memberships, other slaves... If you asked Kana, she knew it all. Milton had been a lonely man in the last years of his waning life. He had aged rapidly, more due to disease, cancer, than anything else. His stable of slaves had dwindled. He was one of the few men who kept several slaves, but as He aged, they became increasingly hard to handle. As in any multiple relationship situation, there were various personalities present, some a little more... difficult... to put it nicely.. to deal with than others. It was funny, because Kana was not one of his veteran slaves. She was relatively knew to his stable, having been purchased, in one of those many back rooms of The Inferno, from a much younger, and much crueler man. She was grateful that the kind elder man had seen the pleading in her eyes as she knelt at his feet, and that night, she had become devoted to her new Master.

That had been 2 years ago. During that time, the stunning beauty had become indespensible to the Elder Man. He found that she was smart, clever, funny, compassionate, honorable, trusting. She herself could see that he was failing, slowly, in both mind and body. What many did not know was that Kana, these last 6 months, had been making most of the decisions for the Elder Master. She, of course, consulted him with everything, but in the end, the decisions had been her own. That included the selling of several slaves.

One may have thought she was being vindictive, selling his other slaves in order to keep him for herself. But that was utterly not true. Since the disease had taken hold, Milton Henderson Jr. had, for the most part, been unable to perform sexually, his need for slaves to pleasure him became less and less. Truth be told, in the 2 years he had owned Kana, he had barely laid a hand on her, other than to stroke his fingers thru her hair or scratch her back, one of her favorite things. As for carnal activities, she, unlike most of the other slaves, was perfectly content to have none. She had her share with her previous Master, and did not desire a repeat. The fact that she did not pester him, that she was genuinely concerned with how HE felt, and his needs, was what had placed her in his favored eye.

Kana was not born with that name, nor this lifestyle.

Kana was born Tracy.. Tracy Canalla Blackstone... A simple enough name for a plain, quiet girl. Tracy lived the middle class lifestyle in the middle class suburb. Her father ran a construction company. Her mother was a waitress, but left when Tracy was 6 years old. She was an only child, left to live with her very dominating Father, who, perhaps deep down inside, blamed his young daughter for his wife leaving. He never said as much, but Tracy firmly believed that.

She was not the most popular in school, despite being one of the prettier girls, with her mane of deep crimson red and eyes that sparkled with a golden hue. She was a striking beauty, but again, not one of the more popular... she was a loner... smart, aloof, quiet, she found company on the computer, where she could open up and be herself...

Being herself.... meant being submissive, being a slave. She often wondered if one could be born a slave, because she believed that she was. She delved into the lifestyle, first online, by role-playing, writing, and chatting, as well as doing research, to learn more about the way she felt.

The progression was natural. She ventured to a Dominant/submissive party, on the end of a leash held by a friend she had met online, a friend she trusted. He had not been interested in owning his friend, but was willing to introduce her to the next step. She was 17 years old then.

By the time she turned 18, Kana, as she now was called, was fully immersed in the life. She was owned by Craig, a younger man, all of 25, who certainly did not understand the full concept of Master/slave, who saw owning as bullying, who had the reputation of being especially cruel. Kana, now completely submissive, even to the point she could not look out for her own safety, survived as best she could, trying to keep her Master appeased, happy. He never saw the potential in his slave, all he saw was a pussy and a mouth and an ass to be used.

It was Milton who saw the potential in her, in that backroom, that dark night in The Inferno, Craig having just discoverd the club, he had become addicted to it, Kana could understand why.. It was loud, wild, and overflowed with submissives, willing slut girls who would do anything for anyone, for a price or the taste of the lash. Kana hated the place, she seeing many of the girls in there.. the submissives.. as nothing more than bratty whores looking for a fast, intense fuck. And the men who frequented the place were no better. But underneath, as Kana watched, one of her favorite passtimes, as she watched the people while her Master trolled for another fuck, another high, another drink, Kana could see the underlying Master's, the Dominant Ones, and the slaves and submissives that served them.

Milton had asked to see Kana in private, her Master Craig had accompanied her. He had been attracted by that red mane, those golden eyes.

By the end of the night, He held her leash. She had been sold, and belonged to Him, and again, she was more than grateful...


(to be continued)


Kana (once known at Tracy Canalla Blackstone)

21 years old

Deep crimson red hair

Golden hued eyes

5'6" tall 125 pounds

This is Kana

Another of Kana

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Kana knew things that no slave should know when it came to her Master, Milton Henderson Jr, as was already stated. She knew of His membership to the Cosmos Club, she knew of the affliation with The Inferno. It made no difference to her, to be honest. She was not aware of the great pains to keep that information secret, tho her Master, Milton, had told her that NONE outside of the heirarchy of either place was to be told that she knew. That she was NOT to mention it to anyone, lest she be severely punished, Milton not realizing, as his mind faded, that the heirarchy would be the ones to become the most upset at learning what the young, beautiful slave knew.

As for being punished, Milton had not had the strength to punish a slave in many many months, and when the need arose, with any of His remaining stable, it was Kana who located and procured a male switch to take care of the punishment, if it were to be physical. She had 2 or 3 that she knew well now, and whoever was chosen was paid well, usually with the priviledge of using the offending slave, and sometimes with a trip to The Inferno, with Milton's permission to use any within. And his word still carried alot of weight, being the son of one of the founding members of the Club that funded the wild Inferno.

Kana kept quiet out of respect for her Master, she cared deeply for him, seeing the Eldery man more as a grandfather Master than anything sexual. Many a night the 2 of them stayed awake, playing chess, or poker and just talking and laughing.

Another thing Kana knew was that Milton Henderson Jr was dying. His 75th birthday was approaching, the same day boasting the 50th anniversay of his joining the Cosmos Club. She wanted this day to be special because she knew, it would more than likely be his last. She had called The Inferno, asking the Manager, a woman named Linda Harris, about a special party, for her Master Milton, to involve both The Inferno and the Cosmos Club. She had not even realized that she had spilled such sensative information that the Manager had seen fit to call in the Executive Director. Linda had merely told Kana she would see to the arrangements and call her back...

With Milton sleeping peacefully, Kana sat back to await the phone call. If needed she could be summoned to The Inferno to discuss any details, Kana had full freedom to use the Limo and Driver to take her where ever she needed to go...

Again Kana knew things, and perhaps had the liberty to do things, that most slaves... should not.. even tho around her throat was a slender length of leather that bore her name and Milton's.. declaring what she truely was. ~

 

[karnelman]

James returned through the tunnel to the basement of the mansion. This was one of the few times he wished he was not a member of the club. Of course the good times and benefits far outweighed the difficult times. He had dealt with wayward members before. Not so long ago one of the younger members had actually entered the tunnel with a couple he was trying to impress. They were intercepted before they could see anything important. A rather ominous bouncer from the Inferno explained to the couple that the young man was drunk and likely lost. Any story he told them was of course a complete fabrication. The couple had been monitored without their knowledge for sometime.

The young member was another story. He had not yet obtained full membership and now never would. But that was not sufficient punishment. He was turned into that which he thought he should own, a sex slave. He was kept in a unique and little used room in the basement of the mansion for five days. During that time he was used anally and orally by both men and women with strap-ons and given physical punishment almost continuously. At the end of the five days the facts of life were laid out for the young man. It was explained that the power of the club extended far beyond the walls of the mansion. He was warned that what little would be left of his life might well be spent exactly as he had spent those five days if he so much as breathed the named of the club to anyone. The young man believed the threat and the club members have nothing to fear form him.

But, the matter of Milton was very different. His was a founding family. Even if they could do what they had done to the boy, it would do no good. Milton was obviously too senile or infirmed to understand the implications. James knew it was time to put Milton away for good. A sane man might have been given the choice of suicide over the asylum, but James thought it likely had gone beyond that now. He made the required calls to the other board members as soon as he returned to the club office on the main floor of the mansion. The office was once the den of a steel magnate. Now it was a plush, secure room where conversations that could not be repeated were conducted. All of the members of the board agreed to let James handle the situation as he saw fit. He now had all the authority that was needed to take care of the old man’s final visit to the club. He had decided that Milton would get his party. But it would be a going away party and much sooner than his slut imagined.

He had two more calls to make. The first was easy. He called Linda to have her arrange a meeting with Milton’s slave. The slave would not be told who she was meeting with. He knew the girl and knew how devoted she was to the old man. Milton had paid a lot of money for her. James figured with the small likelihood the old man’s cock worked very often it must have cum to millions per fuck. The little worm that sold her had already blown must of the cash on whores and other assorted tramps that fancied themselves submissives. Fact was no real Dom would even spit on them. They were cheap pros who took money to allow assholes like the stupid boy who gave up the real thing to Milton for cash to abuse them. Booze, drugs, gambling, inflicting pain, fast cars, that asshole had all the obsessions of the pretend Doms.

The second call was much harder to make. Milton Henderson, III was the old man’s son. Like his father he had been made a member of the club on his twenty-fifth birthday. Unlike his father he had never fully embraced the lifestyle. Despite being raised and taught by one of the best Masters most that knew him had ever met and his favorite slave, the younger Milton rejected the life. He had seen his mother, his father’s wife, live as a slave to his father and then be cast off to live the last twenty years of her life alone. Milton, Jr. much preferred his women to be youthful. The younger man did love and respect his father and the older man did not try to interfere in his choice. In fact the reigns of the family business had long been in the younger man’s hands. James was grateful for that. There was only the personal fortune and of course the remaining slaves and trappings of the old man’s lifestyle to deal with.

His son would help with the money, though a large chunk would go to the club as per Milton’s life trust. As to the slaves, if he wanted them they belonged to Milton’s son. James had seen the younger man use an occasional slave in the back room of the Inferno. Obviously, the lessons of youth were not completely lost. But James knew that Milton Henderson, III would never bring one home. The younger Milton, as everyone at the club called him, had married before James joined the club. James had often pondered how strange it was that he thought of a man at least seven years his senior as the young one. It seemed that both nature and nurture had been overcome by love in the case of Milton, III. His wife was beautiful and straight laced as they come. Most doubted she would even be able to comprehend the fetishes enjoyed by members of her husband’s club and very occasionally by her husband. James imagined the wildest thing that ever happened in the younger Milton’s bed was when he got his annual birthday blow job.

Milton, Jr. had certainly done everything he could to bring his son into the life that both he and Milton, Sr. had so enthusiastically embraced. Milton, III was no stranger to his father’s dungeon and except for a select few had free use of the slaves. Even his mother encouraged young Milton to embrace the lifestyle. The life of a slave was the only life she had ever known and Milton. Jr. was a good husband and master. Besides her master wanted his son to follow the family tradition and become master of the fortune and more. To please her husband she would have walk across a sea of burning embers. Somehow, though even in her encouragement of the lifestyle she had managed to teach him to love. That love took him away from the lifestyle for the most part. Except for infrequent secret trips through a very private tunnel below a block of fancy office buildings that housed the headquarters of companies that belonged to members of a very select club he was the very embodiment of Ward Cleaver.

James turned on the computer that was hidden in an antique roll top desk. He punched in the code known only to him and a few others. The club’s private phone book opened and he retrieved the number for Milton, Jr. He was glad that it was a weekday and he could use the work number. He had met younger Milton’s wife and she thought James was a business associate of Milton, Jr. A call to the younger Milton’s home would have been hard for the man to explain. Milton answered the phone as it was a very private line that only a few had. Only a couple sentences were needed to explain the situation. Milton, III agreed to meet James at the club the next day and assured him that he would support whatever needed to be done. James and Milton, III had had a number of discussions about the approaching need to deal with the older man over the past year.

James placed the receiver in the cradle, set back and closed his eyes. All was arranged. In a few hours he would confront the beautiful young slave. He was known to her so she would have no reason not to speak freely to him. James recalled how excited Milton had been when he obtained the beautiful redhead. He also recalled the day he went to Milton’s mansion for an official showing of the old man’s new prize. Though James had been to Milton’s home on a number of occasions, the old man had insisted on giving him the grand tour. A tour that included the parts of the house never seen by ordinary visitors. The harem room had been completely redone. James noted that there were far fewer slaves lounging around the room then there had been on his last visit. He also noted that it no longer looked like some horrible set from a Rudolf Valentino silent movie. The room was decorated with modern furnishings and there were now doors to private rooms lining two walls. The most recent decorator obviously thought slaves should be given some privacy.

The entrance to the small back stairway was still in the corner of the harem room. The old man had some difficulty navigating the stairs as he led James down into the dungeon. The secret basement room was unchanged from James’s previous visit. He imagined the room was exactly as it was in Milton, Sr.’s time. The room was like something out of an old pirate movie, if that movie had collided with the Story of O. The walls were made of rough hewn stone and torches were set into them every six feet. In several places between the torches were various types of manacles. Throughout the large open room there were tables and in two places sling-like devices hung from the ceiling on chains. On one table various items of punishment were neatly array. On another there was a collection of exotic sexual devices. One of the tables resembled a gynecologist’s examining table complete with stirrups and a few twists not found in a doctor’s office.

Two beautiful young women were manacled to a wall, naked. A menacing looking man that was a eunuch according to Milton alternated between pleasuring the slave girls with a vibrator and punishing them with various objects. The old man stood staring at the scene for a few minutes. When James asked why the women were being punished, the old man gave some trivial answer. James felt sad; by that point he could tell that Milton, Jr. had begun the decent into senility. For a few years the old man had been fighting the toll age and excess had taken on his body. It was clear that his mind was now also in decline. James knew then that soon the matter may have to be dealt with. That knowledge prompted private meetings with the old man’s son, which was why it took little conversation to apprise Milton, III of the situation.

The tour continued upstairs in the mansion. Milton’s bedroom was a suite of lavishly appointed rooms. Though James had only been up their once before he recognized that like the harem rooms, these rooms had also been redecorated recently. He pondered why an old man would be redecorating his home at that stage of his life as they passed into the last room. The question quickly vanished from his mind at the sight that greeted them. Milton’s new acquisition lay naked on his king-sized bed. Obviously having been told they were coming she made no attempt to cover her gorgeous young body. She was the perfect little slave and seemed delighted that her master was showing her off to his friend. The girl was young, maybe not yet 21. Her body was toned and perfectly proportioned. Her tits were luscious and her body curved perfectly. Only a small strip of hair adorned her tantalizing cunt. Her thighs were creamy and inviting. In contrast to her sexy yet innocent body, her orange was like the flame atop a sultry siren. Her face was beyond alluring and her makeup perfectly applied to give her the look of a wanton sex kitten.

As Milton effused over his new toy, she spread her legs and drew one up toward her heaving breasts displaying the delicious pink of her treasures. She was clearly excited to be put on display by her master and he was clearly thrilled to show off his hot slave. Milton asked James to join him in a pair of easy chairs on the far wall. Once the men were seated Kana was asked to join them. She walked over and twirled around slowly as instructed and then stood like a proper slave, exposed with her head lowered. James wondered if the old man had intended for him to fuck the beautiful slave. But he thought not as he caught the adoring look in the old man’s eyes. James contemplated how to save face for both Milton and himself. To not ask for the girl would be an insult to his host. The old man was obviously very proud of his slave and wanted James’s approval. However, were James’s to ask for the girl protocol would almost demand he be allowed to use her. It was doubtful the old man wanted his precious slave whom he was likely in love with used before his eyes.

“May I touch your lovely, pet, my friend?” James asked.

He was of course granted permission. James reached out and slowly ran the back of his hand up her abdomen to her enticing breasts. He gently caressed her left nipple with his thumb and was rewarded with a sexy coo from the girl. It was likely only her training that caused her to make the sound and not his touch, but still he enjoyed it. His fingers walked down her side and over her hips before approaching her thighs. She instinctively opened her legs a bit more allowing James’s free access. He caressed her thigh as his fingers moved slowly toward her sex. He touched the small strip of hair on her Venus mound and found it silky and soft. His final move was to run his knuckle through her slit and feel the heat of her pussy. Upon pulling his hand away from the slave, his kissed his finger where it had touched her pussy.

“She is a ravishing creature, my friend. A treasure indeed,” He said to Milton. “If I had the time I would beg of you to let me sample her talents. However, I fear I will be late for another engagement; business that I simply can not delay.”

James had found away for the old man to save face and yet not have to see his slave used.

“Of course, I understand, my friend. It is too bad, as I would have delighted in your enjoying my slave. She is as amazingly talented as she is beautiful,” Milton lied as James rose to leave.

Milton explained that his old legs could not make another trip down just then and asked James to show himself out. James paused in the next room to listen. The conversation he heard was much like Milton was a child and Kana his caretaker. As he turned to walk away, she had gotten a book and begun to read the tale of Aladdin to the old man. James left the mansion with a heavy heart, knowing he had arrangements to make and unpleasant conversations ahead of him.

Back in the present James thought about what was yet to be done. Another board member was already working arrangements to have Milton’s room prepared at the Wellington Home for the Aged. The home was established by a Cosmos club member seventy-five years ago. It was the most expensive old age home in the country. Although a few very wealthy folks not in the lifestyle had found their way into the home, for the most part the residents were all put their to protect the club. The outside world of course thought it was plush comfortable retirement village. In reality the vast majority of the residents were former dominates, submissives and slaves that were kept drugged to stifle their memories silence their tongues.

In a few hours there would be a conversation with Kana. James wondered if he would finally get to fuck the hot slave. He knew in any case she would not be returning to the Henderson mansion. There was much work to be done there. If Milton, II didn’t want the place it might well become a country playhouse for the membership. If he did want the house, which James thought likely, there was a great deal of redecorating needed. The next day there would be lunch and a sad conversation with Milton, III to work out the details. By then the remaining slaves would have been removed from the mansion and Milton, Jr. would be in the care of a private nurse. The board had been ready for this. Everyone had their jobs to do and wheels were already being set in motion. Once James had gotten the redheaded slut to reveal what she knew, he would put the word out and an unstoppable train would depart the station. That departure would lead to the end of a great master’s reign.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Kana had not realized her slip up, would she ever? It never crossed the young slave's mind that she was not to know about The Cosmos Club, the affliation with The Inferno, she even knew about the retirement village for Club members. She had never been there of course, but her Master, Milton, spoke about it many times these recent months, with both a mixture of fear and resignation. He had stressed to her to NOT tell anyone, in one of His lucid moments, which were fewer and fewer.. He had threatened punishment.. Kana had no desire to upset Him, make Him angry, or worse, disappoint Him. But again, she never realized the slip up in talking to The Inferno Manager.

Milton was asleep when she had made the initial call, and upon checking on the Elder Man, He still slept. She left His room, making her way down to the kitchens to check on His dinner. The cook was making His favorite, lamb chops. The meat would be soft and easy for him to eat, and the potatos mashed. Kana made sure that each night's meal, especially that meal, was one of His favorites. Satisfied that all was well in the kitchen, the pretty slave then made her way to the Dungeon. She wished that her Master would have let her redo the Dungeon, just as He had the rest of the residence, she getting rid of that tacky harem girl, Bmovie of the 20's look. She got rid of the crushed red velvet and the emerald green satin, and the horrible wallpaper. She instead had many of the rooms painted in muted colors, browns and off white. She replaced all the furniture, beds, sofa's, everything. What once looked like a tasteless set from a bad porn movie now looked like a elegant hotel with a homey touch. But He refused to let her touch the Dungeon.

That was where she was headed now, the Dungeon. Her Master was unable to navigate the stairs anymore. But that mattered not. For the past several weeks, if not more, punishment had been dictated by Kana, with His approval. Now one may think that she just *said* she got approval for anything and everything that happened in the Dungeon, but that was not true. Kana told her Master everything.

On this late afternoon, one of the remaining slaves, a petite blonde named Tanya, was being punished, for she had disobeyed long established house rules and allowed the Cook, also a slave, to use her. Her Master forbade slaves to touch or use each other unless specific permission was sought and granted. The Cook had been punished already, His back bore the lash marks of the whip that had been used. The girl, Tanya, was near the end of her punishment, which Kana walked in on.

She was chained, hands over her head, cuffed together with a length of chain that was secured to the rafters over head. Her feet barely touching the cold floor, if her legs were allowed to be extended. At this moment those legs were wrapped about the torso of the Switch using her...She was gagged, blindfolded, and in the midst of being used, by both Switches, both male, that Kana had brought in. One was deep in her ass, the other deep in her pussy... Both were brutish men, large and strong, perfect for a job such as this, for this slave, Tanya, preferred slender, youthful men, or so it seemed by her taste in the Cook. Kana had not blamed the Cook, she knew Tanya to be an outrageous flirt, hard to keep satisfied, one of the reasons she was hard to sell. Men wanted devoted slaves. Tanya was devoted only to herself. Kana often wondered how a wonderful man like Milton had ended up with her. But that was not her concern.

Tanya's punishment was altenating between a severe whipping, which Kana knew Tanya hated, she hated anything that could mar the skin, and being used until she was sore, exhausted, and begged them to stop. Kana figured the begging had started since she was gagged now. Her thought had been, Tanya wanted her pussy used, then used it would be, until she bled and begged for them to stop.

She looked at the 2 men. She motioned with both hands, indicating 10 more minutes and Tanya could be released, to spend the remainder of the night locked in the cold, dark, Dungeon.

They nodded, and went back to their *work*... since this was the last for the slave girl, they could spill their seed, the punishment had been a bit frustrating for the 2 Men, neither spilling their seed, using toys, hands, and mouth, to when almost to climax, so they could be ready for next time. That was not needed now.

As Kana exited the Dungeon, she heard the low grunting groan of one of the Men as his orgasm came crashing forth, and she heard Tanya's whimpering.

As she ascended the stairs, she heard the phone in the main den ringing, and she had to run to get it...

"Milton Henderson Jr's residence, this is Kana, may I help You?" she answered, a bit breathlessly from her dash to the phone. She had not wanted it to wake up her sleeping Master, and it was her requirement to answer the phone and door. The caller was female, Linda, the Manager of the Inferno..

"Kana, a meeting has been arranged to discuss Your Master and His party. You need to be here at 8pm this night, not a moment later"

"Yes Mistress Linda" she whispered, which was all the answer that was needed. She was glad it was a later meeting, that would afford her time to help her Master with dinner and get Him to sleep. This was one thing she wanted to keep secret from Him.

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The dinner hour past, and her Master, exceptionally tired this night, fell asleep in His private study. Kana gently helped him to bed, which thankfully was in the next room. He required that she sleep with Him, at His side, but allowed her to stay up to whatever hour she wished. As long as He awoke in the morning with her laying against Him, He was happy.

It was 1 hour prior to the meeting. She selected a long black gypsy skirt, black suede boots, adorned with slave bells that sang quietly as she moved, and a white lace tank top.. She tied back her long red hair with a white ribbon, her collar gleaming in the light. She took a deep breath before getting into the Limo. She was nervous, but this was something she wanted to do for him, her Master. He had been so good to her, she felt the need to make His final days, weeks, months, as happy as she could.

The ride to The Inferno was short, and quiet, she sitting and thinking the whole way. She exited the Limo, the male slave who was the driver giving her an approving glance as she did so. Kana grinned back. She was friends with most of the male slaves, and even most of the female, not that there were many left, but even as she got the ok to sell a slave, Kana did her best to find the perfect match for that slave. She did not want any to suffer at the hands of a Dominant wannabe the way she had. She had an uncanny knack for seeing the true Dominant and submissive, the true Master and slave.. in a overwhelming sea of bullies, brats, and wannabe's...

She was escorted to the private office where the meeting would take place, and left in there alone...

If she had been anything other than a true slave, given that many times she had to act other than slave, to make decisions, to see to her Master's comfort and care, if Kana had been only playing at this... life... she would have taken the time afforded and looked around the opulent office, nicely decorated, with taste and class. But Kana was a slave in her blood, her heart, her soul, and instead, she lowered to her knees, settling there, with eyes lowered, to await the Manager ... the clock striking the hour of 8pm ~

 

[karnelman]

The front door of the Inferno was being watched. As soon as the girl Kana arrived in Milton’s limo and entered the main doors, her place in the backseat of the antique Rolls Royce was quickly filled. The driver tried to turn but was stopped by a familiar voice. It was a man he was very familiar with, a man he learned was very important and very powerful when he had been placed into training ten years earlier by the master. The driver shivered. The presence of this man could mean only one thing; the master’s time had come. He was sad for the master, but even more he hated leaving Kana to her fate. He knew she would not be returning to the old man’s bed. Still he had no choice; his own future depended on following the man’s instructions. He could do nothing that would save Kana or the master. The Rolls disappeared into an underground garage two blocks away from the Inferno. Other men had already arrived at the Henderson mansion.

James sat in the security room of the Inferno and watched Kana exit the Rolls and enter the club. On one monitor he continued to watch as she was led to the manager’s office. On another he watched a shadowy figure climb into the back seat of the Rolls. He watched the Rolls disappear down the street. He made a check mark on a mental list of tasks. He watched Kana enter the office. He was curious what she would do upon being left alone. Her actions showed exactly what she was and he knew that he would have no problems with her. He walked out of the security room and down the hall to the manager’s office. Two guards took their positions outside the door of the office as he entered the room where Kana awaited. When he stepped into the room the slave’s face showed her surprise and a tinge of fear.

“Good evening, slut! I am pleased you were prompt in keeping our appointment,” James said as if she was expecting to meet with him.

Her eyes were searching for answers. She clearly recognized him but obviously was surprised to be meeting with him. He asked if she knew who he was and the answer was very disturbing.

“Yes sir, you are the master’s friend. He showed me to you once, not long after he bought, me. You are also a very important man at his club are you not?” Kana replied demurely.

James somehow managed to withhold any sign of disgust. For a member to have revealed the identity of another member to any nonmember let alone a slave was a grave breech of the rules. But James needed to know what else the beautiful slut knew before he revealed the consequences of the old man’s loose tongue. James knew that Milton loved the club and fully embraced and respected its rules. He no longer felt bad about sending the old man to the home. Clearly Milton was insane if he had revealed such things to a slave. Though no such records were kept Milton had surely sent other men to the serenity of the home and its pain ending drugs. Now it was his turn and if Milton had been aware of the situation he would have banished himself to the place.

As James contemplated his next question, he thought of his desk at home. He though of the secret drawer and the ridiculously large quantity of Seconal he kept there. He did not plan to spend his final years as a vegetable in the home. If no accident took him before his mind began to slip, then the bottle of red pills that he replaced every year would be used to end his life. A last night with a favorite sex toy and then eternal sleep was his plan. He wished he could give that to his friend Milton. But it was too late. Even if the sexy redhead perched on her knees before him would cooperate, which was highly doubtful, other things were already in motion. James picked up the phone and dialed a pager number before asking the next question.

“You must be very special to my friend if he has told you of our club. Please tell me what else you know about it, slut?” James asked in a tone that brooked no disobedience.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Good evening, slut! I am pleased you were prompt in keeping our appointment,”

From the moment she heard His voice, HIS voice, and not the female Manager's, she knew something was not right. Something was most definitely wrong. She lifted her lowered eyes to the greeting, surprised at who stood before her. She had seen Him numerous times, her Master having pointed Him out to her at The Inferno, on one of His many visits, but she had met Him only once. Her eyes clearly showed her surprise, her unease, and that tiniest hint of fear, flickering deep within that golden gaze. She fought to stay stilled, to not betray that unease she felt.

Unease along with the hatred of the word slut. She had been lucky that her Master, Milton, had never used that particular word when it came to her. She had once, expressed her feelings on the use of the word slut, and instead of the punishment she had expected, Milton had understood, His senility kicking in, and she was never called slut again, until now, and she had to fight not to cringe as the word left His lips...

She had to wonder if He could hear her heart thundering in her chest, yet even she herself could not answer why she was feeling the nervousness she was. She had been in the presence of many a Master, and in fact, her own Master illicited this same response in other slaves. Kana knew what she was, knew what was expected of her as such, why was she so uneasy?

That was easy to answer, she thought in her mind... She was so nervous because she had been caught offguard, because she had expected to meet with Linda, The Inferno Manager, whom she knew was a switch, and to have this Man... the Executive Director of The Cosmos Club, let alone The Inferno, show up instead, was unnerving, and again that overwhelming feeling that something was not right came over her.

He asked her if she knew Whom He was...
“Yes Sir, you are the Master’s friend. He showed me to you once, not long after he bought me. You are also a very important man at His Club are you not?”

One may have thought a couple of things at this answer. First off, "The Master"..Kana never called Milton "my Master" for she had been trained, by Milton Himself once He had her, that slaves owned nothing, absolutely nothing, not even their name. It was Milton that named her Kana, liking the sound of her middle name, once He asked her what her full name was. Craig had called her slut, plain and simple. Another reason she hated that word. Milton had loved her middle name, Canalla, and that became Kana. Milton was adamant that He be called "The Master" and all other Dominants, either Sir, Master, or Mistress.

The other observation one might make was her obvious feign at not knowing exactly Who stood before her, when in all reality, she did. At the last possible moment, she had ammended her answer, suddenly getting the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, as a slave, she was NOT supposed to know exactly who He... James Hunter... yes she even knew His name... was.

Lastly was the words "His Club".. It was obvious Milton still considered the Club His, and communicated that to His slave. Kana understood that others had a vested interest in both The Cosmos Club and The Inferno... James Hunter... Victor Lenky... and Bruce Mako being the 3 top Dominants. Kana had met all 3 at one point while at Milton's feet, and now was very glad that it was James that had come to this meeting. Victor was older, almost her Master's age. And Bruce was just plain scary, almost a brute of a man. That was one man Kana did not wish to meet again if possible. But no matter the Other's interest.. the Club was still His, Milton's, as far as Kana was concerned.

His, James that is, His next question put her on guard, her body tensing.

“You must be very special to my friend if he has told you of our club. Please tell me what else you know about it, slut?”

Kana's mind raced. She knew suddenly, that she had to be very careful in what she said. She was not sure why that feeling came over her, but it did and she decided to trust it. He would obviously never believe that she knew nothing... He would have never asked that question of He believed that to be the case.

Swallowing slowly... "Sir, The Master, in His need for companionship, and His love of talking, has told me of the exclusive Cosmos Club, as well as the affliation with The Inferno. He trusted me Sir, and I understand the need for discretion. I know that The Inferno, for all It's wild nights and thunderous music, is nothing more than a distraction for the real reason for It's existance... The back and upper rooms serving as a marketplace for slaves. The lower room is a fully functioning Dungeon. I know that most of the private rooms, other than the first 3, are not known by the general public who come to The Inferno, those first 3 serving as a place where non-members, and wanna-be Dominants and submissives can be seen, bought, traded, or used. But once beyond those, that is where one enters the real world of The Cosmos Club and The Inferno."

She stopped there. She was not about to say anymore. She did not wish Him to know that she knew of the finances of both establishments, she knew of the slaves that Victor and Bruce owned, she knew that James Himself owned none, but never knew the reason why. She knew of the retirement community, and she knew of the member listing, naming some of the most important people in the city and state. She knew more, but she refused at that point to even think about it anymore, lest the Master before her read her expression or her eyes, even when lowered beneath her deep crimson lashes. ~

 

[karnelman]

James noticed a slight almost imperceptible twinge when he spoke to the girl. A less observant man would have missed it, but he missed little especially when seeking information. He knew his tone could not have bothered her as she was clearly a natural slave. James wondered if perhaps in his decent into senility Milton had foolishly given the girl some false sense of pride and it was the name that he had used that bothered the slave. It didn’t really matter, she was what she was. Milton no longer had anything to say in that regard.

James pondered her answer to his next question. The hesitation in her words told him that she was holding something back. Though he worried what more she knew, what she had already told him was more than enough to justify all the actions that had been set into motion. Even as James contemplated his next words carefully, his old friend was receiving an injection from a very skilled nurse. Next would come an IV to provide nourishment as Milton slept away the last few days he would spend in his mansion. By morning work on his new room would begin. When Milton awoke he would be in a room identical to his bedroom with the notable exception that the sexy redhead James was questioning would not be sharing his bed. James decided that considering what she already knew, there was no harm in letting the slave see the document that passed her ownership to him.

“Kana, that is your name I believe, come here please. I have something I want you to read. I am sure as you seem to be quite close to Milton, you will recognize his hand,” James said coldly.

She approached the desk apprehensively and he handed her the elegant piece of stationary upon which Milton had executed the statement required of all members of the Cosmos club. Though each statement was unique to the author they all gave in a cryptic way incredible rights to the club over an individual member. James watched as the slave read her master’s words.

If the time comes that my behavior is such that certain people empowered to make decisions determine it to be required for the good of the club and its members I authorize all actions necessary. It is my wish that my son, Milton Henderson, III assist in any way needed to carry out the decisions of these persons. My estate is to be distributed according to the terms of the governing trust at the time these decisions are implemented. If I am in possession of any special property that falls outside the reach of the governing trust at such time I direct that such property fall under the control of the proper party as designated at the time by the rules of the club. Any person that owes any loyalty to me should know that this document is made freely and enthusiastically. Nothing can be more important than the continuance of the club and the protection of its membership. Therefore, I ask any such persons with loyalties to me to honor my wishes.​

The document was signed by Milton, Jr. and witness by his lawyer. The handwriting left no doubt as to the author or the authenticity. James saw the girl’s hand shake as she held the paper and the meaning of the words sunk in. James instantly decided that he would test the girl. He hoped that she would recognize the situation and not resist what she could not prevent. However, if she did resist he was fully prepared to take whatever steps were needed. He could not let her leave with the knowledge she possessed. Of course there was another reason he wanted to test her. He lusted after the enticing slave and now that he could he meant to have her. He remembered how much he wanted to fuck her the day the old man put her on display. He remembered the thoughts he had as he pounded his cock in his fist behind the closed partition of his limo as he was driven away from Milton’s mansion that day.

“I am sure that you understand the meaning of the document. You are now mine and it is I that will determine your future. I must ask that you prove your understanding of your situation. Please strip off that pretty outfit and join me on this side of the desk,” James said commandingly.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Kana was indeed shaking, she realizing, as her eyes read those words, those words written by the hand of her Master, what they really ment. She knew the words, had read them before, something not even her Master knew. As she had taken over His duties, she had become privy to His personal papers, and within was a copy of that very same handwritten document. But Kana had never expected for this to happen so soon, with such finality. The paper shook in her hands as she read it, she unable to still that trembling.

She swallowed hard, knowing that a chain of events had been set into motion, involving her, her Master, and the other slaves at the Mansion. She decided at that moment to divulge a little more information, for Kana wanted to make sure that her new Master, Mr. James Hunter, did not think her nothing more than a bimbo slave, a slut that was good only for fucking, and she was concerned at what was going to happen to the Elderly Master and the other slaves of the Mansion. What Kana still did not realize was .. one... that it was her phone call that set this in motion... and two... coming off as the not so bright bimbo slave may have been the better way to go in this particular situation.

Kana, for a brief moment, met His gaze, her golden eyes staring directly into His, for a mere second, maybe 2, before she lowered her eyes, letting the paper fall from her still quivering fingers, it fluttering softly to the large, oak desk before her. She was still on her feet, having risen to approach the desk when beckoned to read the words that now lay back down on that very desk's surface. Kana's knees enfolded under her, letting her once more descend to that submissive position, but this time, she lowered her torso, her head to the floor, before the desk of her new Master. She did not crawl to His feet, not yet, even tho He beckoned her to, had commanded that she strip and come to Him. The slave hesitated, needing to speak, out of turn and without permission, but she had to before He silenced her, before He took possession of her... she divulged that bit of more information, sealing her fate, for what she said told the Master, the Executive Director, that this slave knew more than many of the members did... The retirement retreat was kept secret from all but the Board Members, Milton, of course, having been one. She spoke it not to show the depths of her knowledge, not to show off, not to use it as leverage, she spoke it in hopes that this Master, who now had possession of all the remaining slaves of the Mansion, the slaves of her Master, would show mercy on them and herself and hopefully see to their care, as well as the care of Milton Henderson Jr.

"I know what is happening now, Master. I know that by week's end, the Master, will be taken to the Retreat, to live out the rest of His life. I can tell You that will not be long, His last trip to the Physician, one not affliated with The Club, one that I secured for Him, confirmed that the disease had moved to His brain. I beg You 2 things Master, please..." she paused, knowing she was taking quite the liberty... "there are 3 female slaves, not including myself, and 5 males slaves left at the Mansion. I have managed to find placement for all the others, with His permission of course. All were placed with members of The Club, Master." she did not elaborate on that, that it had been her that had worked the deals, using Milton's name and signature. "Please see that the others are placed, with established members of the Club, they are well trained, and well disciplined.. please Master... and.......... please take care of Milton.... He is a kind old man with not alot of time left... He deserves the very best of care"

Tears shown in her eyes. She had wanted to be the one to take care of Him, He was sooo like a Grandfather to her. But that was not to be the case.

She was met with silence, at least for the moment and Kana dared not even look up after she spoke. She expected to be struck, either backhanded or with a whip, which she knew had to be within reach of the Master. But nothing. She knew that she had made Him wait long enough, quickly, while still kneeling on the floor, she having lifted her head and torso for the moment, she stripped down... the fact that she was not wearing any undergarments made that a bit quicker and easier.

Now naked, she leans forward to her hands and knees. SHe could feel His intense gaze upon her, as she crawled, staying low to the floor like the animal she was, slowly around the large desk to His feet. Her head lowered, lips brushing the soft leather of His boots, a scent she could smell as she did so, loosened tendrils of her long crimson mane tipping forward to tickle that leather, the majority of her mane still restrained by that length of ribbon in her hair...

"please..... Master" she begged once more, not moving from where her head now laid at His boots... her naked form only moving with the rise and fall of her breathing.. ~

 

[karnelman]

James was stunned. Instead of reacting as a proper submissive creature and immediately doing his bidding she paused. Even though she assumed a proper subservient position she had the audacity to speak without being asked a question. James not wanting to miss a chance to learn more of what the foolish old man had reveled to her made no effort to stop her. He was aghast that she knew so many secrets. Every warning bell within him was sounding. He knew that he should simply summon the guards to take her away to her fate. She knew far too much about the club’s business and quite possibly knew who the members were. This one was no ordinary slave. She was far too clever for her own good. Her life with Milton had taught her things no slave should learn. But James could not bring himself to press the button that would call the guards. Even though he knew he might well regret his decision, his desires won out over his reason.

When she had finished her speech and her requests, he watched as she quickly disrobed as he had demanded. She crawled to him with only the small collar still adorning her neck; the collar that marked her as the property of another man. He would have a new one fashioned for her, assuming he decided to let her live. The thought of actually ordering the killing of another human, even a slave caused shivers to run up and down his spine. If it became necessary that duty would have to fall to other crueler men.

As he looked down at the gorgeous naked creature that now snuggled to his boot, he had to fight his building lust. He realized that he had long suppressed his desire for his friend's slave. He wanted to reached down and yank her to her feet by a length of her flowing fiery hair. He wanted to bend her over the desk and show her what a slut she really was. But he could not do this. She was far too bold and would need to be taught that he was the only one who had any say in what happened to her and the rest of Milton’s property.

"please..... Master"

He laughed and then pounded his fist upon the desk hard as he raised his foot and pushed her away. The sound of his fist crashing upon the desk was loud enough to alert the men who stood sentry in the hall. The door opened and a burly menacing bouncer came rushing into the office.

“Get out! If I need you I will call you! Surely you do not think this slut is any danger to me?” James screamed at the startled bodyguard.

“My apologies Sir, er um no of course she is no threat to you,” the man stammered as he glanced at the beautiful naked girl sprawled at James’s feet.

The bodyguard quickly withdrew and closed the office door. James turned his attention back to the girl. He was not a cruel man. Surely he gave punishment when punishment was due. He had never shrunk from using the strap as required. But he did not like the feeling this one had caused in him. She enticed and angered at the same time. She was far too bold while at the same time displaying the traits of a true well trained and behaved slave. He was not a man that was ever question, not by subs or even his fellow Doms. This one confused him and that confusion caused more anger than he had known before.

“You surely must know that it is not your place to make requests of me. The day Milton showed you to me you allowed me to fondle you as if you were no more than a new vase he had purchased. Yet now you have the boldness to think you should have input into the disposal of slaves? How is it a slut, a piece of property dares to even think her thoughts are of concern to me?” He said angrily as her reached for her.

He yanked her to her feet and bent her over the heavy old oak desk. His original plan of fucking her while she was in that position had vanished. Though his desire to pound her cunt and send his seed into her was still strong, the need to make her understand exactly how things must be was stronger. If she continued to act as if she was something other than she was he would have no choice but to give her to others. He slapped her perfect round ass cheek hard and then pressed his body tight against her. He pinned her to the desk; his weight causing her sex to be pressed into the hard smooth wood. He ran his hand up her back, pushed aside her flowing red mane and grasped the collar that graced her silken neck. He twisted it around and silently read the words upon it. With his free hand he reached into the desk and retrieved a pair of scissors. He used the scissors to make her neck as naked as the rest of her luscious body.

He leaned forward pressing his body down atop hers; grinding his bulging crotch against her flesh. He could not help nor hide his arousal. He did not really want to hide it in fact. He wanted her to know that she had an affect on him. He knew she would understand it was the power as well as her body that aroused him. He kissed her neck. He bit her earlobe. Then in a deep menacing tone, his rich baritone voice barely above a whisper he spoke to her.

“I hope that you will earn the right to wear my collar and not force me to send you to someone else; someone who has far different tastes in the use of flesh than I do. I trust I do not have to elaborate on what those tastes might be. You are a smart girl, Kana. I believe that you can be made to understand exactly the peril that your former master has placed you in. I will not waste any more breath with warnings after today. You need to know that if ever a word of anything you learned from Milton passes your lips with anyone but I, you will instantly find yourself in the company of men I am quite sure you do not wish to meet. I am certainly not a kindly old man, but I am not a cruel man. I will not hurt you unless you give me reason. I can assure you there are things I can give you that Milton could not. My cock still functions like a young man’s and I can ignite a fire in your loins that will make you know what it is to be the slut of a man. I can tell you do not like that word. But I will make you understand there is more than one meaning to all words and that one is no exception. I believe once you understand this, you will be honored to have me call you my slut someday. Oh and be assured, if you wear my collar, I will be the only one who may call you slut.”

He backed away and reached out to caress her ass. He walked his fingers over her smooth tingling flesh. He ran a finger into the crack between her round globes and over her puckered anus. She instinctively opened for him as he moved his finger lower. James smiled pleased she did not resist. His finger found the moist folds of warm pink flesh that guarded her pussy. Her body betrayed her feelings. She was aroused by him even though her mind likely would not admit that even to herself. He did not tarry at the entrance to her pussy. His finger moved on along her slit to her nub which had emerged from its hood. He began to gently massage the sensitive little button as he asked her if she understood.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Did He realize it? As she lay, bent over the gleaming wooden desk before Him, naked, trembling, as His fingers began to touch her, explore her, the slave girl closing her eyes, biting at her lower lip as His fingers dipped between the supple cheeks of her ass, and downwards, to caress, to tease, to claim, her wet, silken soft, pussy lips. Did He realize it? As His finger found her clit, which in her arousal, had begun to pulse, to swell, she hissing in her breath as He manipulated her... her body responding as she knew it would, legs parting further, skin becoming flush, heated, her breathing deepening...

Did He realize that even as He tested her, Kana had been testing Him as well? That her bold display of will, speaking out of turn, requesting of Him, even that one moment when she met His gaze.. She had been testing Him, quickly learning the boundries, learning His Dominance. Kana had never seen James Hunter with a slave, not for any period of time. She had seen the others, Victor and Bruce... but not James...

Victor was older, distinquished, much like her own Master Milton. He was proper, stern, but usually gentle with his slaves. Bruce, on the other hand, was a brute. He was compact and strong, with a quick temper, a hard hand, and a dirty mouth. His slaves, and he had, 3, if Kana remembered correctly, were terrified of him, he often choosing the most lewd of ways to use, display, or punish his slaves. It was rumored, and only rumored, that he had actually killed one, in a fit of rage. Kana shivered slightly at that thought, never asking her Master, Milton, about Bruce again.

But James, He was an enigma, and at this very moment, she was bent over that enigma's desk, being fondled by Him, while He quickly, and quite easily, put her in her place. She had tested Him, she had pushed Him, He had easily taken control back, without her even realizing it.

His fingers were driving her crazy, she lifting her head from the desk, crying out as He continued His assualt upon her quivering, pulsing, clit. Kana dared to lift her right leg, up onto the desk under her, opening her further, exposing her to Him, His eyes, His touch, her sex dripping now from her juices, warm droplets clinging to the pinkened flesh of the folds that framed the darker entrance into her very body. She was moaning, the sounds rippling past her lips as she gasped, rocking slightly to His hand, feeling the sensations building rapidly within her.

It had been a long time for Kana, 2 years, for none had touched her like this, to this degree, in those 2 years, except any to whom Milton had showed her off to, and that had been early on. Milton's touching was to the extent of petting her breasts or the curve of her ass while laying with her, she had no sexual activity really, since He had place His collar about her throat, a collar that was now gone, her throat, that subtle, satin soft curve, bared once again. Kana had never let another touch her during that time, none of the other slaves, nor any of Milton's many visitors unless He again were showing her off.

He had asked her, as His hand was exploring her, as He was taking control, if she understood... understood...

Kana understood well. She was now the property of James Hunter, Executive Director of the Cosmos Club and The Inferno, as were all the other slaves at the Mansion. She understood that she was different, that she knew things she was not supposed to know. Would He make her tell? The thought made her tremble as she cried out once again, her body feeling that rising of temperature, of heat, of pleasure, that preceeded an orgasm... Kana clawed at the table, gasping, moaning, He silent behind her, but His finger kept that infernal pressure, rubbing, caressing, massaging...

"MMMMMMaster" she gasps.... her heart pounding in her chest, racing, about to explode, she was about to.... cum... climax.... orgasm.. and she knew better... she knew she could NOT do that without permission...

A desperate battle began inside her as she tried to get the words past her quivering lips...... "MMMMmaster... PPPlease.... please may this slave, this pet, Your pet... cum... MMMMmaster... please..... may I cum for YOU Master"... she was sooo close, it took all her willpower and strength to not just let it go, let it race over her, around her, thru her... "I understand Master.... I understand EVERYTHING... pppppleaseeeeee" she begged~

 

[karnelman]

"MMMMmaster... PPPlease.... please may this slave, this pet, Your pet... cum... MMMMmaster... please..... may I cum for YOU Master"... "I understand Master.... I understand EVERYTHING... pppppleaseeeeee"

James knew she was his. Knew she would deny him nothing from that point on. He could almost feel the blood moving through his arteries and veins as the unlimited ecstasy of pure power filled his body and soul. But he would deny her, at least for now. He would not make release easy for her nor would he give her the pleasure of his cock until she had proven herself.

“No, my pet, not now, not yet, not today,” He moaned in a way that foretold the pleasure he was enjoying. “You must earn the right to enjoy your release, my slut.”

He had spoken softly and carefully. Deliberately using the word he had seen she reviled. Someday she would sit upon her knees at his feet and take great pride in being his slut; his and his alone. But not today; he knew such things would take time. He moved his finger away from her quivering clit. As his knuckle slid through her now dripping folds he smiled. He knew her desire and need were great. He hoped but doubted she would beg for more. She had taken a chance and he had quickly and easily reminded her how foolish it was to take such a chance with him. To speak out of turn again would be inviting a nasty fate. If she knew as much as he thought she did, then she knew at least the type of man she might be given to. She may even know actual members and their habits.

He wondered if she knew about Bruce; the man who at that moment was tending to the interrogation of Milton’s driver. It had been thought, mistakenly that the driver would be the one most likely to have been helping the old man navigate life. Milton, Jr. was clearly too far gone to be dealing with his own affairs. His driver before embracing the life he was born to live, had been a lawyer and money man for one of Milton’s company’s. He was smart and had the knowledge to deal with matters Milton surely had lost control over. He had been the old man’s chauffeur, body guard and companion since completing his training years ago. He was the most likely candidate for the job. Though the driver knew nothing he would suffer much before Bruce believed his innocence.

At the very moment James’ finger slid so easily into Kana’s pussy, the driver was hanging naked from a chain affixed to the center of the ceiling of a small stark room in the basement of Bruce’s office building. A weight hung from a band that was firmly strapped to his balls. Alligator clips attached wires to his nipples. The wires ran to a small box that could provide various amounts of electric current. Bruce wore his favorite outfit, an authentic 17th century black leather executioner’s costume complete with hood. The only light in the room was from numerous candles. Candles the flames of which would strip the hair from the innocent chauffeur’s flesh and wax would mold to the most sensitive parts of his body.

James slid his finger deeper into his new slaves dripping pussy. He could feel her quivering pink flesh try to grip his finger. He could practically taste her desire to cum. He knew he had found her button when she yelped. He pressed the tip of his finger into the small raised sensitive spot deep inside her tunnel. Despite her best efforts she shoved her ass back toward him as if to hump his finger. He quickly withdrew his finger. He did not wish to test the limits of her control further. He did not want her to fail this test. He was not in the mood to redden the appealing flesh of her supple ass just then. He knew the time would come when he would indeed spank his new property. There was pleasure for both master and slave in such things. However, she did not yet deserve either punishment or pleasure. Her test was to continue in solitude.

“Now my pet, you will go with my men to a place to wait for me. I can not now tell you how long you will have to wait. I have much to do that you shall not concern yourself with. Unlike your former owner, I do not intend that you share in my business in any way. While you wait for further instructions, you will not touch yourself,” James said in a casual but stern tone.

With that he pressed the button on the desk and the two bodyguards instantly entered the room. They displayed no emotion upon seeing the beautiful slave laid over the desk naked. James instructed the guards to escort her to room three. She was not offered the chance to dress and did not ask. The two men guided her along the corridor and then down a short flight of stairs. They passed through another long hall until they came to a gray door. They had passed a few people along the way, all of whom male and female alike took note of the stunning redhead. It was not unusual to see naked people being walked through the halls of that area of the club. However, Kana was uncommonly beautiful and the few people they passed were not accustomed to seeing such an alluring creature that did not have a collar gracing her neck.

The room they left her in was windowless and the walls were painted the grey of a battleship. There was but a single light bulb in the ceiling with no way for her to turn it off and on. The only furnishing was a cot that might fit better in a prison then a room of an upscale club. Kana was grateful that the room was at least warm in contrast to its cold atmosphere. There was a small doorless area off one wall that housed a toilet and sink. Though she could not see one, she assumed there was likely a camera watching her.

As soon as the girl had been led out of the office, James picked up the phone. His first call was to Milton’s mansion to confirm that things were progressing smoothly. All was as planned. The second call was to a man known as the concierge.

“Send Suzy to Linda’s office, please,” Was all James said.

In less than two minutes, Suzy came into the office. She was one of the Inferno’s cocktail waitresses as well as one of the toys provided to club members. She was a petite rather short natural blond. At 5’2” she was barely 98 pounds soaking wet. Those that knew her in the outside world likely would have described her as sweet and innocent and that was her look when she didn’t have her cocktail waitress makeup on. She was far from sweet and innocent in the bedroom. The kinkier and rougher the sex the more she enjoyed herself. Though she was not a true submissive she loved being passed around and used as the strong men of the club saw fit. Though she had no same sex desires of her own, she even tolerated the women who demanded service as a condition of her employment as long as the men kept using her. As soon as she saw James she knew why she had been summoned.

James had fucked her about three times a week for the past several months. Sometimes he made love to her sweetly and gently. Most times he fucked her like a rag doll and made her scream with his tongue between poundings. Other times he just pumped his cock in her cunt until he squirted his seed and left her wanting. The look on his face made her think that she was going to be left wanting this time.

“Get over here, bitch!” James demanded.

He just needed relief. It could have been any girl, any cunt. He would be thinking of his new redheaded slave anyway so it mattered not who he fucked at that moment. Suzy was excited by his rough tone and quickly moved to his side. Without a word he shoved her over the desk as he had Kana earlier. Her short skirt did nothing to conceal her sexy panties once she was in position. She squealed with delight when he grabbed the silky material that barely covered her ass and ripped her panties from her body. He lowered his zipper and fished into his fly to free his aching needy cock. There was no time or need to lower his pants. His teasing of the slave and her total submission to his will had been more than ample foreplay to bring him near the brink.

He grabbed the tiny girl’s hips and lifted her into the air so that his engorged member aligned with her cunt. Fortunately his rough treatment alone was enough to dampen her pussy. He shoved his hips forward and rammed his cock deep into her semi-moistened hole. She screamed as he stretched her pussy walls. He drew back and began humping her like one might a blowup doll that had no feelings. His eyes were closed and his head was back as he frantically fucked the willing little cocktail waitress. He wanted to roar; to scream out his redheaded slave’s name. But he held his tongue, limiting himself to only animal-like noises of passion. Even in a state of unbridled lust he would not allow any to know that a mere slut had managed to make such an impression upon him.

He slammed his cock into the blonde’s cunt over and over again. Her feet were off the floor and it was all she could do to brace herself against the desk so that he would not crush her small body against the oak. She did not care though. She was already near orgasm herself. Though he had been rough before it had never been like that; she had never truly known the passion James kept inside. Now she was getting the full measure of the man. She hoped he would go on fucking her like that forever.

“Oh god, yes, Sir. Fuck me hard, fuck your slut good. Make me your cunt, my master!” She squealed.

Her words came from her ecstasy as well as the knowledge that he loved her to talk that way. He had told her the second time her took her that she was his slut and that when they were together her cunt was his for his pleasure. She had seen the fire and passion in his eyes that night and she had felt the total abandon of pleasure in her loins that few men had been able to give to her. He was a powerful man and even though she never again saw the same passion in his eyes he had given her many trips to the heights of pleasure. James did not leave her wanting this time either; her body was racked with waves of orgasm as his cock shot ribbons of thick cum deep into her convulsing pussy.

When he was finished he stepped back raised his zipper and walked out of the room. He left the tiny girl draped over the desk, panting for breath with his seed dripping from her hot, red, bruised cunt lips. Suzy lay there for several minutes, lost in the afterglow of bliss, until Linda walked in and ordered her back to work. Suzy had to borrow a pair of panties before she could return to serving drinks. Her panties lay in shreds under Linda’s desk. Sometime in the early hours of the morning they would be retrieved along with Kana’s clothing by the cleaning staff.

James took refuge in one of the third floor bedrooms of the old mansion. He striped off his suit and crawled naked under the fine Egyptian cotton sheets. He was weary and fully sated. It had been a long and tiring day. There was the emotional draining caused by sending his old friend to the oblivion of the home. There was the puzzling encounter and feelings with the enticing redheaded slave. Finally, there was the aerobic sexual encounter with Suzy. His mind, body and heart were all exhausted. He wrapped his arms around the large pillow meant for the head of a bedmate. He curled up with the pillow and closed his eyes forcing all thought away.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ It took every fiber of her being, every ounce of control that she had over her own body, to deny that orgasm from raging thru her. She thanked the heavens that He withdrew His finger from stimulating her, surely He understood that to continue, it would have been impossible for her to not have climaxed, her body already ached, desperate for release. But she would deny herself, at His command. Kana understood, she was His, it mattered not how intelligent she was, it mattered not how much she knew, Kana was a slave, a slave in this modern day and age.. and she was His slave now. She had no say in the matter. She only hoped that the Dominance she saw in His eyes, in that brief glance, that sparkle of true Mastering, of knowing that she, and the other slaves, were indeed human beings, no matter that they served others. She only hoped He would use His... compassion... if that were what she may call it, and see to the other slaves, and Milton, fairly, justly, that her plea had not fallen on deaf ears. She had made no mention of herself in that plea. She already knew, from the questions, from the fact she had been presented before Him, that she knew too much to be allowed the same fate as the others.

He had given her a moment to catch her breath, she still shaking slightly against that warm, oaken desk, but His hand did not leave her pussy, a moment later, His finger sliding within. Kana purred low, as her body, those wet, heated, silken walls, tightened about that slender invader.. She was tight, incredibly tight, and the muscles tingled from non-use, as His finger penetrated her. Her body went still, quivering only slightly, her eyes closed in concentration to not orgasm, not allow the wave of pleasure to crash over her... Expertly He curls His finger within her, and her ensueing yelp slips from her clenched lips..

"ppplease" she begged, so softly, her skin flush, warm, her words quaking... that please begging .. begging one of 2 things... to please allow her to cum, she was so close, so very close once again to careening over the edge... or to please show her mercy and let up, she did not want to anger Him, disobey Him, or shame herself. But she could only exert so much control over her body... "MMMaster" the word, hushed, escaping her lips.

He withdrew, sliding His coated, slick finger from inside her sex. She was taken away then, with His words that He would come for he when He desired, and a parting remark that, unlike her former Master, she would not be sharing in His business dealings. She paused, gathering her breath.. almost... ALMOST... she almost sealed her fate with a unwarrented remark that nearly came tumbling from her lips. Kana was still fiercely protective of Milton, and she took His words as an insult to The Master. She could see her retort crawling across her mind, every word, that would be nothing more than a nail in her coffin... "It takes a strong man to realize His weakness, something I am sure You will never do... and remember, that night I was shown to You, You said it Yourself, I *allowed* You to touch me" Kana blinked, catching her breath and her words, they never uttered, which for her was a lifesaving feat.

She quickly lowered her eyes, lest He see her words reflected in her gaze.

It was then that she was taken away, and left in a cold, dark, barren room. A cot stood sentry in the corner, no blanket nor pillow. A stark light hung from the ceiling, the bulb glowing a sickly yellow. a small alcove served as the bathroom.

Once Kana was alone, she made her way to that alcove to do what she needed. Once that was satisfied, she used the sink to wash herself.. She wanted a shower, but that was not to be. With a low sigh, Kana laid down on the bed. She already missed the Master, and hoped, prayed, He was being well cared for. Would they know that He liked His tea with milk and not cream? Would they know that He enjoyed being sung to at night when He could not sleep? Would they know that His medications sat better in His belly if given with milk instead of water?

"I miss you" she whispered to herself, as her eyes closed, and exhaustion, from her battle to hold back the flood of her orgasm, got the better of her. She fell asleep, at about the same time that James was laying naked in His soft, opulent bed with those Egyptian cotten sheets. Kana dreamed of the Master, as well as of her new Master, and the way He had awakened her fire, deep in her belly. ~

 

[karnelman]

James awoke in the midst of a nightmare. He was in Milton’s dungeon, but not as guest. He was manacled to the wall, naked. Instead of the cock that made him so proud when it elicited purrs of approval from his conquests he had a shriveled up little dick that even the lowest of subs would be ashamed of. His balls were pulled down by some sort of device. Milton stood in front of him, still old but somehow now viral and strong. Across the room set the redheaded slave, Kana. She looked on from her place of honor. Milton raised the sharp knife he had just finished honing. The long steel blade glistened in the light of the torches.

“You have dishonored me my friend,” Milton said in the cold measured way he usually spoke at business meetings.

The old man stepped forward and took James’s balls in his free hand. He brought the knife to the stretched skin of James’s sac. James could feel the cold of the steel and terror filled his mind as the older man cut into his skin.

James awoke covered in a cold sweat before his castration was complete. As he lay in the warm room shivering the phone rang. He looked about for the clock. It was four am. A call at such an hour could only mean something had gone wrong. He managed to wake up enough to answer in a relative coherent manner.

“Sir, I am extremely sorry to disturb you, Master Milton wishes to speak to you,” The voice on the other end said nervously.

“How is this possible, the drugs, he should not be conscious?” James asked worried.

The slave that had been assigned to care for Milton had no explanation. James had little choice but to call his driver and go to see the old man. If Milton had somehow fought off the drugs and managed a lucid thought, James knew what he had to say might be very important. Within the hour, James arrived at Milton’s home and went immediately to the old man’s bedside. He found Milton awake but very groggy.

“James, thank you for coming. I see my time has come, old friend. I know I soon won’t be able to tell you some important things. First there are some special last wishes, some bequests and such, things my son needs to know. I wrote them down some time ago when I knew this day was coming,” He said weakly.

Milton managed to explain that there was a secret drawer in his desk where certain papers of importance could be found. Once the old man was satisfied that James understood he went on with the true reason he had called James to his bedside.

“I assume you have taken possession of my Kana. Please care well for her, James. Do not blame her for my transgressions. I needed help and I trust her even to my grave. She will not betray me or the club. Please do not give her to….”

Milton drifted off before he could finish his thought. It had taken every bit of strength he had to deliver his final words. Though he still breathed, James was sure that the old man would never speak again. He was grateful for the gift Milton had given him. The old man had freed James of guilt. Milton clearly understood what was being done and why. Now he had to learn more about Kana and find a way to fulfill his friend and mentor’s last requests. James knew all too well what the end of the last sentence likely was. He did not want to give the slave to those men anyway so that would be easy to do; it was caring for her that might prove difficult for James.

He retrieved the papers from the desk. Most were financial matters that indeed could be turned over to the younger Milton. Some dealt with the club those things the board would work out. As James looked through the papers he was surprised by the tight connection Milton’s family had with the club’s finances. That would end now as Milton, III had so little interest in the club.

The last thing James found was a note for Kana. It was written by hand, probably very recently judging from the unsteady handwriting. James of course read it as he could not give the slave a document that he did not know the contents of. Mostly it was a love letter from an old man to an adored grandchild. Knowing that Milton had lain naked with the alluring creature the tone was slightly shocking to James. But it gave him a much deeper understanding of the relationship and how Milton came to betray his oath to the club. James decided to find some way to make Kana his and honor the old man’s wishes. He believed the final part of Milton’s letter to Kana would help with her in regards to her place in the world. Milton instructed Kana to obey her new master as she would him and never betray the club. Though delivering a note with reference to the club was a betrayal of his own oath, James knew he had to do so and that there was no harm given what the girl must already know.

James went directly back to the club. Upon securing the other papers, he went through the tunnel and to room three to deliver the note. He entered the room and found the girl sleeping on the barren cot. Surprisingly, he had not thought to check the monitor before entering the room. He closed the door and stood looking at the sexy slave for a few minutes as she lay sleeping peacefully. He walked over and touched her shoulder and she instantly awoke. She started to slip to the floor and assume a position at his feet, but he took hold of her and held her where she was.

“No, please sit with me,” He said gently as he took a place next to her on the cot.

Impulsively he gathered her in his arms and gently kissed her. When he moved back she lowered her gaze. Her training was such that she could not make eye contact with him. He touched her chin and raised her face so that he could look into her beautiful sparkling eyes.

“Kana, I have just been to see Milton. We talked and he understands even welcomes what must be. As I believe you know all of us take pledges. You read the words that formed a part of your master’s pledge. It is that pledge that is now being enforced and honored. I do not want you to worry about him or any other of his property it will be taken care of according to his wishes and he will be well taken care of as well. We will not speak of him or his affairs again. He left a note for you and after you read it I would like to talk with you of my friend,” James said as he caressed his new slave’s soft cheek.

James handed her the note and then moved to the other side of the room, giving her a small measure of privacy. He stood; enjoying looking at the beautiful naked slave as she read the note.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Where James had been having a vicious nightmare, Kana was caught in the midst of a much more pleasant dream. She was back at the Mansion, at the bedside of the Master. He was smiling and laughing, they were playing a game of chess, and Kana was beating the pants off the Elder.

"Check mate" she laughed as she took His queen, leaving His king without protection. "I see I taught you well" He sputtered, losing yet another game to the slave. "Yes.. You did Master" she giggled back, removing the chess board and the peices. This was before, before the sickness had taken a real hold, of His mind and His body.

She did not hear the door open, did not sense the sliver of light that sliced into the now darkened room. The touch on her shoulder, a very feather like caress, did wake her up, her eyes fluttering open, blinking as she tried to focus. For a moment she forgot where she was, why was she alone? In a stark, barren, dark room? Where was the Master?

Her mind came into focus quickly, she knowing now where... and who, a quick glance upwards telling her that. She started to slip from the cot, ashamed that she had been caught still asleep, that she had not gotten to her knees the moment the door creaked open, but He stopped her..

“No, please sit with me,” He said gently as he took a place next to her on the cot.

She curled her legs beneath her as He sat next to her. She was alittle confused, wondering what time it was.. was it morning? Or still the mid of the night. He did not have that look of lust in His eyes that she knew most men displayed when that was what they came for, and that confused her even more, after her encounter with Him earlier. But she already guessed that if sex were what He desired, it would not be happening here in this barren, empty room, no, it would be in one of the other, more lavishly decorated rooms. She doubted He would take her to His own quarters.

She was even more confused when He reached out to her and took her in His arms, brushing His lips to hers in a gentle, intimate kiss. Kana melted against Him for that moment, her softened pink lips caressing His, opening, a soft purring sound slipping past.

What was going on??

"I.. don't.... under..." She was about to sputter, as the kiss broke and her eyes lowered, but His touch beneath her chin silenced her, lifting her head, inviting her to gaze into His eyes, those intense, deep chocolate brown eyes. She was captured in those eyes, and she felt it happening, she felt herself being drawn into His web, those eyes, His gaze, that gentle touch when He lifted her chin, a stronger draw, a deeper show of the dominance she knew was in there than what He had done to her in that office earlier.

“Kana, I have just been to see Milton. We talked and he understands even welcomes what must be. As I believe you know all of us take pledges. You read the words that formed a part of your master’s pledge. It is that pledge that is now being enforced and honored. I do not want you to worry about him or any other of his property it will be taken care of according to his wishes and he will be well taken care of as well. We will not speak of him or his affairs again. He left a note for you and after you read it I would like to talk with you of my friend,”

She was trembling now as His fingers gently touched her cheek, He handing her the note. She was more than surprised when He stepped away to allow her to read it. She knew He must have read it already, but just Him giving her that privacy, Kana began to realize that James Hunter was a more compassionate man than perhaps He liked to show on the outside.

She looked down to the note...

* My dearest Kana, my pet, my slave, my confidant...

I know, since you are reading this note, that the time has come. I time I had hoped would never come, especially since I have gotten to know you. You started out as nothing more than a beautiful pet, something that made me proud, and the envy of the others. You are now so much more than that.

You are my life, more precious to me than all the wealth and power in this world.

Know that I love you. Know that I will dream of you. Know that I cherish you my child.

James has taken possession of you, obey him as you would me.. let him see why I trusted you as I did, let him see the YOU that I see.

Do not disappoint me....

Master *

Kana read the note several times, knowing that she would never see the Master again. The thought saddened her. But there was nothing she, a mere slave, could do to change things. She nodded, as if answering the note, and set it aside. She had to fight the urge to cry, for she felt as if she were loosing a family member... it was a battle she won, at least for now. Crying would be for private time.

"Thank You, Master, for allowing me to read that... " she whispered, her head down, her moist eyes veiled at the moment by those dark, crimson lashes. ~

 

[karnelman]

“You are welcome. Understand I was bound by a duty to my friend, your former master. It seems that you were very special to him. For that reason, I am sorry I can not allow you to keep the note. You will have to be content with your memories,” James said softly as he stepped back to the side of the cot with his hand outstretched.

She reluctantly handed him the piece of paper. James took a small silver lighter from his pocket and lit the corner of the elegant paper. He held it until the flame threatened to lick his finger. He dropped it and let the fire finish consuming the old man’s last thoughts. Only a tiny pile of ash remained on the cold concrete floor. James destroyed even that evidence with his boot.

“Now Kana, I wish you to come with me. You need a shower and I need to learn more about you. I also wish to talk with you of my friend. You see I share his loss with you.”

James extended his hand to the slave. His actions were surely confusing to her and truth be told he was somewhat confused himself. He had every intention of making Kana his slave, his slut, but yet he felt something he could not explain. They were feelings he was not sure he liked. She took his hand and stood at his side with her head bowed. James led her from the bleak room to the place she would call home for at least the next several days.

The room was attractively decorated resembling a nice suite in an upscale modern hotel. A plush king-sized bed filled the center of the main room. An ante room opened to one side. In that area was love set and an overstuffed comfortable looking chair along with a small dining table suitable for an intimate meal for two. A door on the opposite wall led to a rather opulent bathroom. The sink, shower and tub were done in real marble and the fixtures were gold plated. There was a Jacuzzi large enough for two in addition to a large shower with multiple spray heads. In a separate section there was both toilet and bidet. The one oddity of the room was the fact that there were no windows. Expensive draperies hung behind the headboard of the large bed but there was no sun filled glass behind them. The slave realized that they must be below ground.

“Please enjoy the shower, pet. I am sure you will find the soaps and shampoos to your liking and there are ample towels. Oh, leave the towels in the bath. Until further notice you are to remain nude and completely available to me at all times,” James said as if he was giving his secretary instructions for sending a letter.

The girl went off to the bath and James retired to the sitting room to await his slave’s return. As he sat in the comfortable chair he began to imagine tasting her pussy for the first time. Though he was dismayed by the depths of his desire for the girl he was also completely at the mercy of that desire. He knew that he would indeed feast upon the sweetness of his new slut’s cunt soon after she emerged from the shower. It was his right to use her as he pleased and he knew he would be using her often in the days and weeks to come. He closed his eyes and thought back to the day that he caressed her tantalizing flesh in Milton’s bedroom. He imagined that instead of making an excuse to leave that he had asked to use her. He saw her in his mind drop to her knees. He could almost feel her warm, soft, moist, talented lips sliding over his cock as he watched her red hair bob up and down in his mind. His cock was fully erect inside his pants. He would not be able to hide his lust and arousal from the slave when she emerged from the shower. He did not really care. Though he truly desired to talk of Milton with her, that would have to wait now. His body made demands that would not be denied.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Kana stood in the warm cascade of the shower, feeling the many spray heads, each sending a refreshing, calming, cleansing, waterfall of water, warm, rejuvinating water, over her skin. She could have stood there for hours, eyes closed, letting that water massage her, caress her, she could have, but she knew better. Shaking her head, to awaken her senses, as well as cast back the swirling, confusing thoughts that were racing thru her mind.

Kana had known this day would come, that the Master would become to sick to be allowed to live at home anymore. Even with her near constant care, she knew the decision would be made to move Him, she would lose the one man she had come to care about, next to her father, in her life. And truth be told, she had never really liked her father all that much, considering he seemed to blame her for her mother up and running out on them. Kana wished she understood why, but stopped asking, and stopped trying to figure it out. It was done, he was gone, dead, why should she even care anymore. Her father had been a cold man, he barely even acknowledged she was there. Maybe that was why she was so attached to Milton... The Master had shown her more affection in the 2 years she was with Him than her own father or family had.

What was confusing to her was not what had happened with The Master, and not the fact that she had been claimed by the Executive Director of the Cosmos Club, James Hunter. What was confusing her was how He had treated her first, in the office, when He had taken control from her, slamming His fist down on His desk, when He had brought her to the brink of orgasm, only to deny her, when He spoke of she being His, His slut... and now, how He had awakened her, letting her sit with Him on the bed, taking her in His arms and gently kissing her, extending His hand to her to help her up... then back to His command that she remain always naked for Him, always... ready. Kana was not sure what to expect from Him, which was a feeling she did not really like at all....

Once out of the shower, she dried, first her hair, as much as she could, that bright crimson mane tumbling down her back in dampened waves, then her body. She alighted herself with the scented oils, very delicately applying along her throat, at her belly button, and the small of her back. She felt naked and vunerable without a collar, her fingers tracing her bare throat. A slave without a collar was very vunerable, available to be taken by any, without consequence. She hoped that He would not present her to another while this vunerable, or worse, make her available to the Club in general. She knew that sometimes that happened, when a slave had so displeased her Master that she was stripped of her collar and pretty much fed to the lions. The Master, Milton, had done it once. If He had been of sound mind, He may have done it again to Tanya for her many transgressions. But that, was no longer her issue.

She emerged from the bathing chamber, crossing the bedroom, toward the sitting room... before coming into His view, Kana lowered to her knees, leaning forward to her hands... Naked, droplets of water from her still damp hair trailing down her back, hips, ass, she crawled to the doorway, and thru, the flickering light from several candles dancing over her form, reflecting in those water droplets that slicked over her skin.

Like a feline in heat, a panther stalking it's prey, or perhaps awaiting it's mate as it paced, she moved, prowled, across the floor, her breasts swaying, hips rocking, back slightly arched, she moved toward Him, lithe, sensual, smooth.. He sat within the chair, fully clothed from His 4am foray to see Milton.. When at His feet, Kana lowered to His boots, brushing her lips to each in a greeting, submissive kiss. She did not lift her head or torso, resting her cheek to His boot, her slow, steady breathing, her only motion. Her bare back curved slightly, the red tendrils of her mane falling away. If one looked, one would see the scars of her previous punishments, not from Milton, but from Craig. Faded, but there, the lashes of her slavery. ~

 

[karnelman]

James opened his eyes when he heard her exit the bathroom. From his position in the master’s chair he could see his stunning new possession enter the bed chamber. The room had purposely been designed so that whoever sat in that chair would have a view of the whole of the suite. There were only two spots in the suite that a slave could find privacy; in the toilet area and with the shower door closed. Even the shower afforded only incomplete privacy as the glass was clear and only the steam clouded a master’s view. Of course the design also made the reverse true. Due to the clever placement of furnishings and mirrors a slave may not have known that they could be seen.

Because of the deception, Kana walked halfway across the bed chamber before assuming a slave like stance and crawling the remainder of the way. James enjoyed the full view of her body he got for the few moments she was erect and walking. Her hair was a flame even though it was wet and hung limply. He made a note to have a hair dryer provided for her. He thought she would be stunning with her fiery hair styled into a wavy mane. He was already imagining presenting her before the most important members of the club. The collaring of his first slave would indeed be an event. A lavish ceremony and party would be called for to show off his great good fortune at obtaining such a prize.

When she took to the floor and crawled toward him like a sleek creature of the jungle his already aroused cock stirred within his pants. He knew he would not be able to deny her his cock this time. He needed her; no substitute would satisfy his building hunger. She was truly gorgeous, a most amazing woman. He wondered how it was even at advanced age that Milton had been able to lay with her and not fuck her. Surely even though his cock may have failed him he must have desired to press his tongue into her exquisite body. As she came to James’s feet she paid him honor, never raising her head to look upon his face, kissing the rich imported leather of each of his expensive boots and then resting her soft cheek upon the right boot. Her hair fell down obscuring her face from his view. His eyes roamed along the curve of her spine and down to the expanse of her hips. Her legs were drawn under her; the perfect rounded globes of her ass were on display ready were he to want to, to receive the lash of his belt.

That thought drew his attention to the detail and the curves of her delicious naked flesh; to the crease between her ass cheeks; to the supple flesh of her buttocks. He could see upon her creamy skin the long healed marks of a former master. One that was clearly cruel to his property. James knew that someday he would indeed lay his hand upon that delicious ass, but he would not mark it. He would enjoy the sting of the palm of his hand upon her naked flesh but not from cruelty or even to punish. It would be a game of pleasure, he hoped for master and slave alike. Though in the final analysis it did not matter, she was his slut and he her owner. He could do as he wanted and she would endure his pleasures or be given over to a less pleasant fate.

James reached down and stroked her as if patting a favorite pet. Though the caress was gentle it was not the touch of a lover, or even a father or grandfather to an adored child. It was no more then a man petting a favored creature he owned. His fingers ran through and entwined in the strands of her damp hair. He wrapped her hair in his hand and gently lifted and guided her head into his lap. She nuzzled against his thigh and he guided her closer to where his cock was bulging the crotch of his pants. It was time, he could wait no more. He needed and wanted her. For now he would use her mouth. She had not yet earned the right to receive him into her body; to get pleasure from him. He pressed her face into the outline of his cock.

“Pleasure me, my pet. Show your new master the talents of his slave. Show me you are worthy to be called mine,” He moaned deeply as his breathing grew ragged.

Though his words were the request of a man in need of carnal relief his tone was still commanding. The words though spoken softly still carried the richness of his baritone voice. His authority could not be in doubt. Desire and need were certainly conveyed, but so too were demands of the master. Demands that clearly could not be denied without sever consequences for the slave.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Pleasure me, my pet. Show your new master the talents of his slave. Show me you are worthy to be called mine,” He moaned deeply as his breathing grew ragged.

Kana could hear, almost feel, the lust, the carnal need, the intense desire, that dripped in His voice. She knew that need, had seen it, heard it, felt it, from the men that had used her, whether her first Master, Craig, or the ones He allowed to use her. Kana's heart sighed for a moment. She knew this was the life she, herself chose. It felt right to her, she felt complete while kneeling before a Master. She could never go back to living a vanilla life, for Kana, freedom was not something she desired. One may have wondered about that. One may have thought she were this close to crazy. But she knew how she felt, she knew what she was. But indeed, her heart sighed. Would she ever feel... love? Real love? She had tasted it with Milton, to a certain degree. That taste had been sweet. Milton had shown her, thru the barest of touches, but instead thru His eyes, His actions, that He cared about... her... who she was, how she felt. That He enjoyed being with her, not just because she wore a collar about her throat with His name upon it, but because He wanted to be with her. And she, had shown Him the same, that same love that she feared He had been missing for a long time in His life. Kana believed that Master's, at least some, wanted to be loved, really loved, by the woman that was His slave, that slaves wanted the real love of their Master, Kana knew it happened, but not that often. She wanted that love. Her heart sighed at that moment, knowing that she would pleasure Him, with all her soul, because He desired the pleasure. But she knew, deep inside, it was the pleasure and control He fed off of, and not the actual slave that was giving it. For some reason, in that moment, she felt very alone. But she conveyed none of that. This was all new for her, The Master gone, she at the feet of a new Master who had yet to claim her, collar her. Her thoughts had to be nothing more than the insecure feelings of a slave coming thru.....

"yesssss Master.. as You desire" she whispered, her own voice lower, hushed, lips moving against the outline of His hardening cock. He loosed His grasp in her hair, allowing her to raise her head slightly, she already unzipping His pants, His cock nearly springing free as she did so. Kana's tongue gliding, moistening her pink lips in anticipation.. again it had been a while for her, 2 years. She had fogotten how much she enjoyed the taste, the feel, of a hard, thick, cock, deep in her mouth and throat.

She reached up, wrapping her hand around the thick base of His cock.. She did not take Him within right away, instead she first kissed the head, a gentle, submissive kiss, her lips moist, soft, caressing Him. The tip of her tongue darting out, just as the kiss brushed past, gliding around the ridge just under the head, slithering along the smooth surface, teasing, tickling, tasting Him, the warmth of her breath flowing over the now glistening wet surface. She then let her lips part to take Him within, her mouth was heated and tight, soaking wet and soft, her tongue cradling His cock as she took Him deeply, the length of His enveloped by her mouth, her body trembling as she does so, a low sound, a moan, vibrating up the column of her throat and over His cock as it rested for that moment in that wet cradle of warmth.

She felt His fingers tighten, heard His gasping moan.. Kana pulled slowly back, His now dripping cock escaping her lips, but not completely, she once more swallowing Him, the head brushing the very back of her throat, the muscles tightening around Him, her lips grasping Him as she suckled, tasted... In and out His cock moved as her head did, the whole of her body moving with her, still wet tendrils of her hair falling forward to dampen His pants along His thighs, her free hand raking gently along that soft material... She began to roll her head just a little, as His cock slid within, increasing and varying the pressure that surrounded Him. She raising her eyes for just a moment, not meeting His eyes, but seeing that look of pure lust upon His face.. her own eyes sparkling... His cock still moving in and out of her mouth ~

 

[karnelman]

James’s head fell back, his eyes were closed. His hips rose and fell, mirroring the moment of her lips over his twitching and throbbing cock. She was as good at giving pleasure as she was beautiful. He opened his briefly and looked down upon the stunning creature that was devouring his manhood with such incredible skill. He loved the sight before him. It was a look of a woman who truly loved sucking cock. But he didn’t want it to end like this. Suddenly, beyond even his own understanding he wanted to be naked with her. He did not want to cum with just his cock out of his pants filling her mouth. He wanted it all. He wanted to be exposed so that her talented tongue and lips could explore and pleasure him complete.

“Stop,” He whispered and pushed her back gently.

He raised his leg and indicated his boot. Without being told she quickly knew what he desired. As she freed his feet of boots and socks his shed his own shirt. He lay his head back again as she tugged off his pants and under shorts as one. He was naked, his cock still glistening with her saliva. He reached for her and pulled her head back to his lap. She opened her mouth and took him in past her lips again. He raised his ass and began to gently fuck her mouth as she began anew to show her master her oral talents.

“Oh, yes my pet, suck me well. Make me cum and feed upon your master’s seed,” Moaned as he once again lay back allowing her to do his bidding.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Kana had acutally whimpered when He hoarsely uttered stop, pulling her head back, His cock slipping free of her mouth. Had she done something wrong??? But it took her only a moment to realize, He wished to be naked. She pulled off His boots, His socks, His pants and boxers, while He removed His shirt, and a mere few minutes later, He was as naked as she. Kana liked that, for James was truely a handsome Man, both in face and body.

His hand once more wrapped into her red mane and guided her back to the task at hand...

“Oh, yes my pet, suck me well. Make me cum and feed upon your master’s seed,”

Her mouth opened, she again taking Him in deeply, no longer hindered by the zipper in her face, she managing to take Him even further into the back of her throat.. she stroking the wet surface of His cock each time her head rocked back, and His cock slipped free of her mouth. Her other hand caressing His now naked thigh, tickled by the swaying tendrils of her hair.

He had laid back, once more His fingers relaxed, letting her move as she wished, while His hips bucked up and back... Kana let His cock slip completely free on the last back stroke, she gently running her warm, soft palm over the surface as she dipped her head down, trailing her tongue along that vein beneath His cock, down to His balls. Kissing, licking, taking each one into her mouth and suckling.. soft caressing moans vibrating past her lips as she did so... she moaning "MMMMasterrrrr" against those sensative orbs ~

 

[karnelman]

It was not long before James exploded in his new slave’s mouth. His body shuddered as thick ribbons of cum erupted from his wildly twitching cock. She held firm to his shaft with her lips and took every drop of his seed down her throat and into her belly. He had shown his desire to feed her and she wanted to give him exactly what he craved. As she continued to drink down the cream that dripped from his deflating cock he sunk back into the plush chair and caressed her head.

He stroked her flaming hair and encouraged her to continue sucking upon his shrinking organ. His chest rose and fell as his panting slowly subsided. He was sexually sated but did not want to give up contact with his tantalizing young slave. He opened his eyes and smiled broadly as he looked down at the red mane in his lap. She could not see his face as her face was still buried in his crotch; still drinking from his now nearly flaccid cock. Though she had already swallowed more cum than most men could produce, his cock still oozed slightly and he seemed to want her right where she was, so she stayed awaiting his instructions.

He nudged her indicating that it was ok to take her lips away from his soft penis. Still though he kept her head in his lap. Her face remained next to his cock and balls. She nuzzled and kissed all around his pubic area. She cooed and licked his balls like they were candy. James was happy; perhaps happier than he had been in a long while. Though the tantalizing slave was lavishing his cock, balls and pubic region with attention, he did not feel sexually aroused. He felt worshiped and wanted. After enjoying the attention she gave him for a long while he pulled her naked body up into his lap.

She kept her gaze lowered, not daring to look into her master’s face until bidden to do so. He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her soft silky flesh to his body. She turned so that her voluptuous tits pressed to his chest. Her hard nipples slid through the forest of hair that ran from just below his neck, down his abdomen around his cock and over his thighs. While James was no ape he was covered in a way most women found manly and attractive in soft light brown fur. He ran his hands over her body as she snuggled into him. His fingers moved over her softness almost as if making a mental map of her. He was exploring and seeking information. He wanted to know if she was turned on by being with him. He was not ready to give her the ultimate pleasure. He would withhold orgasm from her for a time, though he had no clear idea in his mind when an appropriate time would be to allow his new toy to cum for him.

What he wanted to know at that point was if her body was excited; if she wanted orgasm. His hand slid over her hip and to her thigh. She parted for him. Her body was his and even had she wanted to she would not and could not deny his touch. His fingers walked up her thigh, slowly moving toward her sex. He wanted to feel her pussy’s heat, measure its moistness and determine how she reacted to being fed his seed. Once he knew how her body had reacted he would tease her just a bit. He would once again play with her pussy but not take her over the edge. Then as she languished in sexual limbo they would talk finally of his old friend. James needed to know more of what she knew, but more importantly he needed to grieve and share with someone. In a few hours he would meet with the younger Milton, then with board members, later still with Bruce.

But none of these meetings would allow for discussions about the loss of a friend. They would be mostly business. The younger Milton respected and revered his father but there was little love. The board mostly feared the old man and would likely be glad he was no longer a threat. Bruce would tell of what he learned by torturing first Milton’s driver and then perhaps other of the old man’s male slaves. James already knew which slave was the problem and she was in his lap. He had also made it clear to Bruce that his only job was to deal with the males. The females were to be left for James. Bruce had been promised at least one of the males. Though the cruel man enjoyed both sexes he had a particular fondness for males. Males had everything he needed but a cunt and they could stand up better to his special games. As Bruce had been one of Milton’s friends also he was to be included in the inheritance. Before age slowed the older man he too had enjoyed what some thought were cruel games and male slaves. Milton and Bruce had spent many a happy time in the old man’s dungeon play room.

James wondered if Kana had truly known the man she seemed so devoted to. He knew Milton was a complicated man with many sides. He was a ruthless businessman who had destroyed many men in his day. He was also a devoted family man even though he kept his wife a total slave. James had seen Milton open wounds on the flesh of a slave with bullwhip, just because he could while petting another that sat at his feet softly as if she were a kitten. Like Bruce the rougher stuff tended to be directed at males, but not exclusively. James had also seen how the old man looked at Kana, even his clouded eyes shown bright with his love for the ravishing young creature he owned. James’s pushed such thoughts form his mind as his finger entered Kana’s pussy and his lips brushed her ear.

“You are beautiful, my pet and your cock sucking skills are extraordinary. Did you enjoy the taste of my seed, my sweet slut,” He whispered, still testing her as he gently massaged the walls of her pussy.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Listening to His moans, His deepening breathing, feeling the very subtle quiver first in His balls, which she was lavishing with her tongue, that quiver moving to His cock, which she again embraced in the warmth of her mouth, Kana knew He was about to orgasm. She would make it her lesson, her mission, to learn Him... her new Master... for a slave is truely worthless, at least in her own opinion, if she, or he for that matter, did not know their Master, know them as deeply as they could. Kana wanted to know James Hunter. Wanted to please Him.

She eagerly, hungrily, swallowed His seed as He climaxed deep into her thristing mouth. Her low moans tingle across the surface as she fed, suckling, letting the pressure of her lips and tongue draw forth more of His thick, warm, cum. His groans faded, as He began to come down from that exstactic high, but still Kana suckled, even as his cock slowly softened...

She nuzzled against Him, nudging up into His hand as He petted her firey mane, purring like the pet she saw herself as. The soft caress of her lips brushed along and around His now relaxed cock, kissing gently, inhaling His scent, tasting His skin, learning Him, worshipping Him, submitting to Him... A whispered "Thank You Master" tickled over His now flaccid member, she pausing for a moment, imagining the question in His eyes as that unsolicited whisper was heard.. "Thank You for allowing me to pleasure You" she elaborated, remembering how Milton wished to hear, demanded to hear, his slaves thank him for anything they were allowed to do, or allowed to expierence, or allowed to suffer. It did not matter if she herself felt pleasure, pain, shame, humiliation. What mattered, what she had been taught by the Elderly Master, that His feelings, His pleasure, His everything was what mattered. But if one were to ask if Kana were aroused, the answer would have been a resounding YES.. the slave was soaking, dripping wet, the inner walls of her pussy were spasming, empty, the desire to be filled, to feel the pleasure of a cock within her, was very awake in her now. She ached inside ...

Once settled upon His lap, she squirmed a bit, rocking, undulating, leaning into Him, her bared breasts brushing against His chest, the hair there tickling her sensative nipples, bringing forth a low whimpering moan from her. He said nothing, instead He began a slow, dilberate caressing of her bared flesh. Kana quickly realized what He was doing, He was learning her, touching, tickling, testing, where was she sensative, where was she warm, wet, aroused, where did she quiver, tremble, shudder.

His touch, His caress, warm, gentle, calming for the moment, her form trembling slighlty... She shifted just a little yet again, to straddle His lap, His one hand having found one of her sweet spots, the gentle curve of her spine. As His fingers lightly danced up and down, she snuggled against His shoulder, right where His neck and shoulder meet, nipping ever so feather light, her quiet moans telling Him just how she was feeling. Her own fingers, she having reached around behind Him as she settled, rake His back in her arousal at this touch, oh yes, He found a sweet spot.

His other hand slipped down between His body and hers, finding her sex. She was dripping wet, thick droplets quickly clinging to His exploring lengths. Her head came up as His fingers begin to part those tender folds, seeking that tight entrance into her tunnel. The feel of her breath, warm and trembling washes over His ear.. She gasping softly as He pushes His finger into her... already she could feel the warm tendrils of pleasure racing thru her veins, awakening her nerve endings... arousing her clit...

"You are beautiful, my pet and your cock sucking skills are extraordinary. Did you enjoy the taste of my seed, my sweet slut,”

The question surprised her just a little. Did she enjoy. The Master's she had seen and had contact with, including the 2 that owned her before now, never cared for her feelings and enjoyment. That included Milton. As well as he had treated her, as much as he trusted her, never had he asked how she felt, did she enjoy.

His finger wiggled deeper inside her, she lifting her hips just slightly, opening further, the silken walls wrapping around, tight, pulsing with her heart beat, warmth flowing, coating Him. Kana rocked, letting her body ride His hand, the wetness cascading down over His palm, soaking Him.. she was panting, as she answered His question.. "yes.... yes Master.. Your seed was warm, thick, delicious to this slave.. Master.. ahhhhhhhhh" the moan rippled past her lips as the words did. Her back arched, a sudden, deep rooted shudder took hold of her. Her hands, now resting on His shoulders, gripped Him as she fought the rising climax within her, surely He could feel those velvet walls spasm, as she fights it back, trying to stay in control enough to not let herself ride over the edge of the intense pleasure He was bringing her.

She had always been able to control her body enough to climax on demand. It was one thing that Milton truely enjoyed about her. She may not have had sexual contact with the Elder Master, but He very much enjoyed commanding her to cum, especially for guests, and cum she would, her cries carried to the high vaulted ceilings. But what James was doing to her, was more intense, and more intimate than she had expierenced in a very long time, and she was having trouble controlling .... she biting her lower lip as she fought it, still moving, rocking, bucking in His lap, upon His hand and the 2 fingers He was now massaging her, manipulating her with.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh godddddd" she moaned, so close... so very close ~

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Tanya was chained to the Xcross, eyes wide and staring. She had been sleeping, sleeping off another night of wild sex with the cook. She had been brutally awakened, a thick fingered hand wrapping onto her blonde mane and yanking her from her bed. Confusion immediately set in. What was happening? Slaves, both male and female, were being gathered into the large dining room. There were several men, none of which Tanya knew, guarding the doors, they had guns in their belts, along with coiled whips. Another pair of men were escorting slaves out of the room, one at a time...

It was Tanya's turn, she was taken, chained to the large Xcross in her Master's dungeon. There was blood below that X where she was stretched, fresh blood. And before her stood a brutish looking man. Not really all that tall, but very stocky, thick, with a mean, evil look in his eyes. She did not know what she had done wrong. Surely this man did not know of her dallying with the cook, unless that bitch Kana told him. Kana was very absent from what was happening. Her and the Limo Driver. What the fuck was going on??????

The whip struck home, lashing across her naked belly. Tanya screamed, jerking in the chains that held her. It bit into her, slicing flesh, skin, the blade on the end gleaming in the firelight. She had no where to go, no way to escape. The whip kept striking, slicing long, thin, redlaced lashes into her skin, the blade bringing forth a warm trailing of her blood. She was crying, sobbing, begging.. Admitting she had slept with the cook the night before, which brought a laugh from the man in front of her...

"That was not what I wanted, or needed to know, bitch" Bruce snarled, approaching the pretty slave. He liked this one. Perhaps James would see fit to award her to him as well. He liked how she sounded when she screamed. He turned the whip, quickly, and brutally, thrusting the leather handle up and into her exposed cunt. She was not wet, this was not a whipping for erotic or entertainment purposes, and the slave knew it. She was dry, tight, scared, and her scream echoed into the dungeon..

"what do you need to know??" she begged.. anything to stop him from beating her. Bruce wrapped His fingers around her throat, tightening slowly as he spoke. "Tell me the name of the slave who shared.... knowledge... with Master Milton. I know it was not you, MIlton hated whores" he spat, still tightening, slowly cutting off her air, one of his favorite games...

When he was done, Tanya was unconscious on the Xcross, her throat bruised from the press of his thick fingers, her body bleeding from the bite of the bladed whip.
Bruce finally had what he needed. A name.. Kana.
Bruce did not know the details, only that Kana was the only slave in the last 2 years to sleep within Milton's chambers, that it had been her that had taken care of him as he sickened, that it had been her that arranged the sale of slaves, the punishment, all on his authorithy.

Bruce did not think that Kana could handle all that it was assumed the priviledged slave did handle.. finances, business decisions, almost everything. Bruce refused to believe that his friend would trust a slave, especially a female slave, with that kind of power or information. But at least this was a ... lead... For Bruce, female slaves were good for one thing only... hell for Bruce male slaves were only good for the same thing as females.

Even now, he sat in the back of the limo, speeding back toward the Club. He was to report to James, and collect his reward. A smile creeping across his lips.. ~

 

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James pulled his finger from Kana’s pussy as she was just about past the point of no return. With his other hand he quickly took hold of her excited nipple and pinched it just hard enough to break her concentration on the pleasure in her pussy.

“Not yet, slut! You are very good, but you will have to earn your release. I will only allow you to cum when I know that you are completely mine,” He said calmly and sternly.

The slave stared wild eyed as he lifted her face and looked into her eyes. He let her see the determination and force that lived behind his own eyes. As soon as he was sure she had herself under control he released her nipple. He bent and kissed her red stinging tit, suckling and licking it gently. She would soon find he was very fond of tits. His last regular sub had to take special care to avoid getting her areolas chapped from the amount of time her sucked upon her breasts. Before he could ask her about his friend however the phone on the nightstand screamed for his attention. As they were in his private play room at the Inferno he knew the call must have been from someone involved in the current business and therefore not something he could ignore. He let the girl slide to the floor and went into the bedroom area to answer the call.

“Yes, what the fuck are you disturbing me here about?” He barked into the receiver loud enough for Kana to hear.

He in fact wanted her to hear that he was annoyed to have been disturbed while he was playing with her. Sex was important to James. All who worked for him knew that when he was playing, particularly in that room that he was only to be disturbed for the most important reasons. Even under those orders the one who had to disturb him was used to foul tongue lashings. His personal assistant was quite used to his temper and his tongue. She was well paid and well treated. In her private life she was a Domme that kept two male slaves purchased for her by James as bonuses for her good work. At the office most thought she was a small titted, tight-cunted virgin old-maid bitch and that was exactly what she wanted them to think.

“Sir, I am very sorry to disturb you, but I have a message from the Henderson house for you. Your man, Steven just called; Bruce Mako has left the house and is on his way to see you at the Club, sir.”

“Why is he coming early for our meeting?”

“Sir, Steven reports that Mr. Mako has been interviewing Mr. Henderson employees privately in the dungeon,” His assistant answered rather nervously.

James was concerned upon learning that Bruce was using the dungeon for questioning. Clearly he had not learned anything from the chauffer and had moved unto the other male slaves as instructed. James had hoped that Bruce would not do his usual through job. But it seemed he was employing his well known enthusiasm to the task.

“It seems that after interviewing one called Tanya, Mr. Mako rushed out to his car and asked to be driven directly to the club,” The assistant continued.

“What!” James screamed as he smashed his fist onto the nightstand sending the phone cradle flying and ending the call. “Kana bring me my clothes now!”

Not only had his planned morning activities been interrupted but it seems Bruce could not follow instructions. He was specifically told not to touch any of the females. James had never much liked dealing with male slaves. He had hoped if he gave the task of questioning the male slaves to Bruce the bastard would stay out of the affair for the most part. But as usual the fool took on more than he ought to have. James was also concerned that Bruce might have learned about Kana from this Tanya. Obviously he thought he knew something if he was heading to the club in such a hurry.

James had Kana help him dress, reluctantly. Though he did not really understand the feelings he had wanted to spend some more time with her naked cuddling. That would have to wait and only heaven knew if he would ever want it again as he had before the call. He pulled the startled slave into his arms and kissed her deeply, as a man might kiss a lover goodbye after a special night. When he broke the kiss he bade her to turn around and then he smacked her ass leaving a small pink mark. Both things gave him pleasure, the kiss and the smack. He was beginning to find the feelings this slave caused very confusing. He reminded her not to dress and told he would return when it suited him. Kana was left in the plush suite as James went off to deal with Bruce.

James arrived in his office in the club only a few minutes before Bruce knocked on the door. James greeted the man as if he had no idea he was coming. Steven had been sent to the old man’s house as a spy and James was not about to give away his presence at the house. When asked why he was early Bruce began to tell the story of how he had interrogated Milton’s slaves and what he had learned very excitedly and in great detail. James became annoyed and insisted that Bruce get to the point.

“Yes, of course, James. Well the last one I talked to was a little cunt named Tanya. The fucking whore had been screwing the cook. The filthy slut really deserved what I gave her. Anyway, it seems Milton’s slut Kana is the only one of his pieces of pussy that has been close to him lately. This Tanya, slut told me that no one has been in Milton’s bed save for her in well over a year. Now it seems Kana is not on the estate. Is she the red headed whore that came to the Inferno last night?” Bruce said expecting a reward.

“Damn you Mako, I gave you specific instructions to deal only with the fucking males!” James barked ignoring the question of Kana.

“James, I really don’t think you need take that tone with me. I have found the cunt that Milton confided in and my methods with sluts are really not your concern.”

James practically leapt over the desk,” Everything in this fucking club’s business is my concern you worthless bastard!”

Bruce was practically shaking. He had never seen James angry before. The way James was looking at him reminded him of the look in the eye of the last man he had to kill. That man had attacked Bruce because he abused both the man’s daughter and son, physically and sexually. The man had been searching for his missing twenty-something children for two years. He had no idea they had left college voluntarily and become slaves when he found them in Bruce’s playroom. The man wanted to kill Bruce; he died in the attempt. This time however, Bruce knew he was in trouble. While he could certainly take James in an even fight, the bodyguards would make short work of Bruce. There was no fight however. James was not the physically violent type. His word was always followed; his orders always obeyed.

“As far as you are concerned, my word should be law. I will leave it up to the committee to decide your punishment. I have other matters to deal with far more important than you. I am already dealing with the slut, Kana. She knows nothing of importance. That you could think a fucking girl could have the intelligence to deal with Milton’s business is ridiculous. She is nothing but a walking cunt. Just because he chose her for his lone fuck pet does not mean she could run his empire,” James lied to the now terrified man.

“You are disobedient and fucking stupid to top it off!” James spat out before signaling for the guard to come in.

Please take Mr. Mako to the other building and find him a room and see that he stays there. He is to have no contact with anyone until you hear from me,” James ordered.

James would have liked to turn the tables on Bruce and let him taste a bit of what he dealt. However, the man was just stupid. He was loyal to the club and wealthy. He would never breathe a word of any club business beyond the membership. The fear in Bruce’s eyes told James he wouldn’t be any more trouble. He no doubt believed the story about Kana being just a fuck toy as Bruce couldn’t imagine a slave girl that was smart enough to tie her own shoes. James knew they were probably all smarter than Bruce. Now all he had to do was wait. Next would come his meeting with Milton, III and then the board and now he had to take a trip out to Milton’s house to see exactly what a mess Bruce had made. He wondered if he should take Kana. He decided that wouldn’t be a very good idea as long as the old man was still in the house.