My Daughter's Mask (closed)

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Francis smiled as he entered the large foyer. The manse was owned by the historical society, but had been rented for the evening by the association. Candles lit the foyer and the hall beyond. Whoever had organized the auction had gone for the wealthy gothic look, and had done a commendable job. Correction, his or her servants had done a commendable job.

And speaking of which, I curvy, pale young woman, dressed in the classic french maid's costume, walked up to him and curtsied, asking for his coat. He handed it to her. She thanked him, curtsied again, and walked to the coat room. Francis admired the hint of bare cheek flirting with the hem of her dress as she moved.

He walked into inside and easily found the hostess, resplendent in black dress that would have Morticia green with envy. She held out her hand to him, which he took, bowing slightly to kiss it lightly, never taking his eyes from hers. She smiled at him, "So glad you could come Francis."

He smiled back, "Sylvia, it is always a pleasure."

They chatted briefly, until more guests arrived. Francis took his leave and wandered into the main hall. It was filled with people of various ages and races, all elegantly dressed, and all being served by suitably submissive men and women. He accepted champagne from one of the servers, walked slowly about the room, greeting various friends.

Of course, they all mostly knew each other. The association was not huge, so it had an almost familial feel to it. He looked into one of the side room and found a fund raiser in progress. For a mere $50, one could drip wax onto a pair of writhing subs. The two of them, both quite attractive, would be statues by the end of the evening.

Another room had a table with all the latest toys, and for a small sum, the sub of your choice would let you test them on them. A young woman shrieked as a violet wand passed to close to her delicate tissues.

Other rooms, other pleasures. He was into his second glass of champagne when the hostess gathered everyone into the main hall for the benefit auction. A number of subs had been recruited and would be sold to the highest bidder, who could do whatever he or she wanted with them for the weekend. Paddles were handed out to all those interested in bidding. Francis accepted one. He was casual about auctions of this type. It was rare one found a gem, but who knew, and it was all for charity.
 
Kendra tapped her foot nervously as she waited to be summoned. This had seemed like a good idea when Jamie told her about it, but now she was scared to death to walk out there. Sure, she was interested, and had come here willingly, but what if the person who bid on her was a complete creep? Or worse, what if no one bid on her at all?

Still being new to the "scene", she had come here to learn some new things and hopefully find someone to play with. She and Jamie were both submissive, and had had a tryst or two, but Kendra was craving the dominance of a strong man or woman, one who knew exactly what her needs are as a submissive woman. She hoped that this weekend would be one of her dreams.

Kendra had chosen to wear a black and red corset bustier panty set she had purchased recently. The corset had spaghetti straps and tied tightly in the back. The panties matched the pattern of the corset but were barely seen as the garters pulled the corset down to just the bottom of her ass and attached to black thigh high stockings. She finished the look with black heels and some black jewelry.

And last but not least, the mask. Each of the slaves were asked to wear one before they walked out on stage. It was your basic masquerade mask, black. She slipped it over her head, her hair recently dyed dark red and hanging in loose wavy curls over her shoulders.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She was one of about 30 guys and girls to be auctioned. 'How much longer?' Kendra wondered nervously.
 
The auctioneer, in traditional black tie, extolled the virtues of each sub in a manner that would have made Sotheby's green with envy and red with embarrassment. Francis put in the occasional bid to help keep things moving, but none of the auctionees particular motivated him.

Until, he saw a young woman just off stage, a lovely red head, dressed in a corset, stocking, and heels. He studied her, fascinated and intrigued, until she dissappeared from you. He had definitely not see her before. He found himself hoping she was being auctioned and soon.

Not that he had not had pretty subs before. He had, particularly when he got out of the armed services. But few doms and subs really clicked in a way that brought fulfillment to both. Whoever she was, instinctively, he felt she might.
 
Kendra was astonished at the high amounts some of the subs auctioned before her brought. Her friend Jamie was next, and Kendra crept to the edge of the stage next to the steps to watch. She was amazed at the number of men and women gathered to bid. Jamie was sold quickly to a bidder off to the left of the stage for what Kendra thought to be a lot of money. She gave her small wave as she was escorted off the stage.

She heard a lady calling out "Camille!" several times before she realized that was the alias name she had chosen for herself. She hurried back into the dressing room.

"Yes, Ma'am? I am here." Kendra curtsied when she reached the lady she thought was named Sylvia

"Oh thank goodness! You are right after Jason. Please go wait by the curtain for the auctioneer to call your name."

"Yes ma'am," Kendra replied, walking directly to stand where she was told.

She could see Jason being auctioned, and felt the butterflies start flying like crazy in her stomach again. It was difficult to see into the crowd from this angle; the lights were shining directly onto the stage.

Then she heard "Sold! To the Mistress in the back row." Jason was escorted down the steps to the winner.

"Now, may we present Camille, a lovely young lady of 22."

Sylvia prodded her onto the stage. "Go on dear, it's your turn!"
 
He watched as Camille took center stage to applause and a few wolf whistles. He studied her more closely, and liked what he saw. She was indeed quite lovely, fit and toned, and her curves well displayed in her corset. She moved with some grace, but was obviously nervous and newer to this. Good, no bad habits to be broken.

But he was getting ahead of himself. He regarded her as she turned and posed, and could feel heat rising in him in response. There was something about her that was different though. He almost felt as though he had seen her before. She was somehow familiar, but how?

His consideration was cut short by the starting bid. He watched as a couple younger men and one woman his age bid her up quickly. When the bidding past $1000, it slowed some, each weighing the possibilities. The hesitated at $1600, and Francis raised his paddle. One of the younger men immediately bid $1700, perhaps vexed that the older man would win this young prize. Francis calmly raised two fingers with his paddle. The auctioneer rattled, "$2000, going once, twice, sold!"

A round of applause swept the room. Auctions afforded such pleasant drama, and each was curious as to whether she would be worth what he bid. Francis just smiled, and waited for the end of the auction.
 
Kendra wasn't really sure what to do, so she just mimicked what she saw other subs doing when on stage. She was grateful the light was somewhat blinding so she couldn't see all the people staring at her, and double grateful for the mask, just in case someone were to recognize her. That was highly unlikely anyway.

She turned and posed, and even got down on her knees at one point, which she really hadn't seen anyone else do. The bidding was getting pretty high and she was very nervous about that. 'Am I really worth that much money for a weekend?' She thought. Still being new to Bdsm, she hoped for a patient Master or Mistress!

Kendra gasped as the auctioneer called out, "Sold for $2000!" Was the winner male or female? Was he/she attractive? Within seconds she was ushered off the stage to a different room, one she hadn't yet seen. It appeared to be a dressing room of some sort. She was alone. Probably so the subs couldn't compare prices or whatever.

Kendra walked over to the vanity and gazed into the mirror. Wow. She looked stunning. There was a black feather boa hanging from the mirror, so she grabbed it and draped it around her shoulders. "Dazzling," she murmured.

Just then the door opened again, and it was Sylvia. "Hello dear, you did very well for your first time. Are you ready to meet the man who won your affections for the weekend?" Kendra nodded nervously, and Sylvia handed her one last release form to sign.

A man won her. She was shaking as she signed her name, then took Sylvia's offer hand as she led her out of the room, clutching tightly to the boa.
 
Francis stood studying one of the portraits in the drawing room. It was of the period where men wore fur collars on coats and stood, hand on hip, as though they had conquered the world. He sipped single malt scotch from a small crystal tumbler. The mask upon his face was a little distracting, but his new acquisition would be masked, and he preferred a bit of anonymity until it was removed.

He heard steps behind him, and turned to see Sylvia entering the room, and Camille follow. The older woman stopped, took the boa around Camille's neck and handed the end of Francis. He nodded to her and she smiled, saying, "enjoy!" then departed, closing the door.

Francis raised the feathers in his hand and looked at Camille, raising an eyebrow. She fidgeted, but remained silent. He walked slowly around her, removing the boa as he did. His breath picked up a bit as some of her body was revealed. He studied her, his eyes running over her body intently. She was exquisite! He looked at her in profile, at the fine lines of her neck and the curves of her body. He relished the sight of her, and yet, to his discomfort, there was something familiar about her. He furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what it was, and was then distracted by the movement of her breasts as she breathed. Oh my...
 
Kendra looked up at the man who was to be her companion for the next 48 hours or so. Her ambition had gotten her this far. Hopefully she would remember that as her nerves intended to get the best of her while standing before this stranger.

This stranger...indeed, he was that; but he also had a certain familiarity about him that was disconcerting. Surely she did not know him from somewhere. That would be completely mortifying. She tried to assess his physical features but the mask he wore prevented her from doing so.

She shifted her weight nervously as he regarded her intently. Should she speak? No. Best not to speak unless spoken to. That she was sure of at least. He walked around her, removing the boa from her slowly. Her skin prickled, becoming covered by goose bumps; however, it was not from the cold.

Kendra was used to men staring at her or watching her walk by. But this was so different. Standing in a room alone with a man who had just spent what she considers a ridiculous amount of money to basically fuck her as he so chooses for an entire weekend. Alone. Or not, if that is his preference. The feeling was heady, and made her feel dizzy with power. Only, it is he who has the power. Her breathing was becoming more erratic as she attempted to stand still. She could feel the blood draining from her face, the events of the day catching up with her.

'Really Kendra, don't pass out! You're not going to pass out. You're fine!' However her mantra was not helping matters and she desperately wished to sit down. She looked about the room as slyly as she could for a bench or chair to sit on.
 
Francis saw her furtive glances. She had a right to be apprehensive. A stranger had just bought her and who knows what he might do. He smiled slightly. If the younger man had won the auction, she would likely be on her back by now. But for now, he waited.

He passed in front of her, each looking the other in the eye through their masks. Lovely eyes, and somehow familiar. He dismissed the thought as he reached into a pocket, removing a small vial with a screw cap. With her watching, he unscrewed it and passed the vial under her nose, and then his own. It was heady mixture of resins and scented oils, his own blend, his signature scent.

He touched his index finger to the tip of the vial and then touched Camille behind her right ear. He tapped the vial and then annointed behind her left ear. Tap, and side of her neck. Tap and the other side. Tap and her shoulder. Tap and the other shoulder. Tap and the base of her throat. Tap, and a long stroke down her cleavage.

He inhaled, collecting himself. Tap and her left wrist. Tap and her right.

He walked behind her. Tap and the back of her neck. Tap and down her spine. He knelt down, and saw her behind for the first time up close. Tap and the back of her thigh. Tap and her other leg.

He took her hand and turned her until she was facing him. He could feel her watching him. Tap and her inner thigh. Tap, and her thighs again. He could smell her this close and it dizzied him.

He stood, tapping the vial one last time, then reached his hand down to the front of her panties. His finger pressed against the fabric, right where it was moistest. She trembled for a moment, and he smiled.

He recapped the vial and slipped into his pocket. He looked at her, thinking. "Yes, my pet, I have marked you. You are mine."
 
What is he doing? Kendra's breath was coming out in shallow pants as he removed a teeny tiny bottle from his jacket pocket. 'Oh my god, he's going to drug me!' she thought for sure. Her eyes were wide, fearful as he opened it, and instead of pouring it down her throat, he passed it under her nose. It smelled...

Intoxicating. Sensual. Exotic. What is it?

It was unlike anything Kendra had ever smelled. She found herself aching to smell it again, when she saw him applying some to his finger then reaching behind her ear. She jumped slightly as he touched her there, ever so lightly, then repeated the process behind her other ear. He continued applying the fragrance on her body, and she held her breath as his finger tip traced it down her cleavage. 'Here it goes...' she thought, for sure he was going to begin undressing her. But instead he removed his hand. She released her breath.

Now she could really smell it. Oh my.

Then he was behind her, his finger tip not only scenting her skin where it touched but heating it as well. She knew she was becoming more and more aroused, and as he got down on his knees, also knew that it would be only a matter of time until he knew it, too.

The touch of his hand on hers to spin her around sent electric shock waves through her body, right down to her pussy. Oh, this man is very talented. And educated in ways of patience and Bdsm. She swallowed as she looked down at him, his face mere inches from the area of her body that was craving the most attention at the moment. He applied the fragrance to her inner thighs...oh he is so close...

And then he stood up. Kendra was panting by this time, his slow deliberate teasing driving her mad. She was officially turned on, and not nervous at this moment; instead wanting this stranger to touch her, fuck her, get her off, something!

She watched him tap his bottle one last time, and eyed his finger as it moved lower and lower...until he pressed it right there...against her panties, no doubt feeling how wet she is. She trembled, slightly arching her back and shifting her weight towards him. A moan was about to escape her lips when he removed his finger. Why? What? Oh this man is so frustrating!

Then he smiled. Kendra felt her pussy gush even more. What a beautiful mouth...she couldn't wait to feel it on her body...

She waited, watching him, wondering what he would do now.
 
He regarded her for a moment, a work in progress. She had an exquisite body, obviously very responsive. He had felt her wetness and saw the signs of arousal in her body and skin. And she had not said a word, nor moved. Very promising indeed.

He walked slowly around behind her again. He paused and then brought his fingers to the bow securing the strings of her corset. He pulled one and then the other end. The knot came open and then he loosened the string. He could feel her tremble. He smiled, thinking, "oh, do you think I am undressing you my pet? Au contraire!"

Once the strings were loose, he reached down to the part of the strings at the base of the corset, and pulled. The corset tightened considerably there. He moved up, holding the strings taut, and pulled there. That part of the corset cinched in. He moved to the part of the corset around the narrowest part of her waist. He watched her breathing, and as she exhaled, he pulled hard. He held the strings and moved up. He repeated this pattern several times, moving up her back, the corset much tighter. He pulled particulary hard at the top, knowing her breasts would balloon up. He tied the knot and secured it with the abundant extra string.

He moved in front of her, surveying his work. One, no, make that two little details, to adjust. Francis moved close, reached up and squeezed the part of her right breast that was above the cup of the corset. The soft flesh yielded, shifting up, until more of her breast was exposed. He released her and without hesitation squeezed her other breast, adjusting it too. Small noises escaped her, and he rather enjoyed her attempt not to react. He stood back. Yes, much better. He corset narrowed her waist and puffed up her chest delightfully. He stepped closer again. His fingers moved to one cup of the corset, pinching her nipple beneath the fabric. She shuddered. He tweaked her other nipple to hardness, then stood back, giving a satisfied nod. He had improved upon perfection. A smile was forming on his lips, then a soft knock was heard on the door. He turned and went to answer it, leaving his prize panting.
 
Kendra held her breath as this man walked around her, then shivered as he touched her corset. Oh my yes, he is going to take it off now! Her heart leapt, and her pussy creamed. She felt him loosening her strings. She had purposely not tied them excessively tight so she could move freely and also get out of it with ease when the time came.

Almost shaking in anticipation, Kendra tried to calm her breathing. What will he do next? Take her in this very room? But then...he stopped, and pulled tightly at the base of her corset, right above her rounded ass. What? Is he, tightening it now? She fidgeted a bit, shuffling her weight from foot to foot. No! No! She yelled in her head. What is he doing?

But she didn't speak. She just continued to stand there, the strangers hands moving up her back restraining her just as they had moved down it loosening her. Soon he had tied the strings together, and Kendra found it difficult to breathe, sure her breasts would pop out of her top.

He moved to stand in front of her, and she tried desperately to calm down. He looked into her eyes, and it was as if he could see right through her. She swallowed, and he began to adjust her from the front. First one breast, then the other, positioning them so they were exposed to just above the nipples. Kendra was panting now, and biting her lip to keep from begging him to just take her. He fondled her nipples through the thin fabric of the corset, and she squeaked, struggling to keep her knees from buckling.

And then a knock at the door...Kendra jumped, and her bidder walked towards it while she stood frozen to the spot.
 
Francis opened the door and, as expected, found one of the hostess's servants standing with a tray with various items upon it. The girl curtsied and extended the tray. Francis accepted it with a nod and closed the door. He walked back in front of Camille and set the tray down on a side table. He reached down to touch the various items, then selected a collar. He raised it up, examining it, then nodded to himself. It was a luxurious black leather, with elaborate beading, and a burnished metal clasp. He walked behind his new pet and slipped it around her throat. He inserted the end through the buckle and tightened until the collar was snug. He could see Camille was panting and smiled as he buckled the collar. He caught a whiff of her scent. Oh my, she was enjoying this.

He walked back in front of her and started looking at the other items on the tray, lifting them, and surreptitiously observing her reaction. He produced some long satin gloves which complimented her corset. He handed them to her, and nodded at her as she put them on. He held up handcuffs for a moment, and then set them down. He then picked up a butt plug, the back end of which was attached to a long horse's tail. He held it, and looked over at her, wondering how it would look with her outfit.
 
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Kendra's eyes grew wide as she watched her bidder come back with a tray with all kinds of things on it. She wanted to move, to grab him, kiss him, something, but again did nothing. Her breath quickened it's pace yet again. She really hoped she wouldn't pass out.

He held up a collar. It was exquisite. Beautiful. Her lips parted and her eyes closed briefly as the leather encircled her neck, his fingertips lightly grazing her skin as he fastened it. Her heart was racing; this was exhilarating. She had worn a collar only once before, and had loved the way it made her feel. And now she remembered why. She felt the very strong urge to submit to this man overtake her body and soul.

Then he handed her the softest satin gloves to put on. They made her feel elegant as well as beautiful.

Kendra realized that coming here was the right decision. This was only the first 30 or so minutes into their weekend and it was already the most sexually charged she had ever felt.

He continued looking through the items on the tray. Handcuffs. Mmmm. But he put them down. Kendra cocked her head to the side quizzically. Then he lifted what looked like a horse tail. What was it attached to? How did it...

She felt her face drain of its color. She had heard of these. She'd never had anything up her ass before, and that plug looked huge. But if he commanded it, she would have to comply.

He looked over at her then, and she felt the strong urge to kneel. So, she did. She sunk down to her knees, and bent her head. Her chin rested on her heaving cleavage, and she just waited to see how he would react.
 
He watched her as she suddenly knelt down, bending her head down to her lovely breasts. He considered for a moment. He had not bid her kneel.

He set the plug back down on the tray and picked up a clicker. He walked over to her, standing directly in front of her. He tilted her head up and looked down at her. His cock was so very hard, and he knew she could see it. At this height, her breasts and mouth so very close, he was sorely tempted. Patience.

He showed her the clicker and clicked it once. Bending down, he brought each of her hands up in turn, positioning them in front of her, like a dog begging. He clicked once, then moved and pressed her hands to the floor. He pushed her shoulders down until her face and chest were touching the floor, her arms out in front of her, her ass still high. He clicked twice. He stood back and clicked once. She hesitated, then rose to the begging position. He clicked twice, and she went back to the puppy pose. He clicked once and she begged again. He smiled and walked to her, reaching down to scratch behind her ears.

He clicked three times and moved her onto all fours. He took hold of her hips and shifted then side to side. He stood back and clicked three time and chuckled as she wagged her tail for him. Just one thing missing.

He walked back to the tray, and looked at her. He patted his thigh a couple times, and restrained himself from saying, "here girl!" His pet crawled over to him and rested her head against his thigh. He watched her body move as she did. Gods, she was testing him.
 
A dog training clicker. That's what he's using? Kendra felt the heat in her cheeks as her humiliation washed over her. Apparently he was not happy with her decision to kneel.

Or, maybe he was. He was aroused, in any event. At her height on her knees, she had a perfect view of his crotch as he was standing in front of her. His cock was obviously straining against his pants. He should just let it out, she hoped, biting her lip to keep from lunging at him to free it herself.

She followed his instructions simply enough. One click, beg. Two clicks, down on the floor with ass up. Each time he placed his hands on her to adjust her position she felt her temperature rise. Oh the sexual tension! She giggled softly as he scratched behind her ear. That's a cute touch.

Now the three clicks...he wants her to wiggle her body, wag her tail? Oh boy, she thought. The tail is surely about to go in her butt. Then he walked back over to the tray of wonders. She braced herself. He patted his leg in a come hither way. She crawled to him slowly, very aware of her breasts bouncing and swaying with each exaggerated move she made. Once she reached her master, she looked up at him and stroked his pant leg with her cheek, then rested it there. He smelled so good, and his erection was mere inches from her face, obscured only by the fabric of his pants.

It was so very tempting...his cock was practically begging her to touch it. No, don't do it, Kendra, she admonished herself. She knew it was wrong, and she knew she may get in trouble, but she also knew if she didn't move now she may not get another chance. He's a man after all. What man would turn down so obvious an invitation?

She angled her head up and to the left, and after catching his eye, pursed her full pouty lips and kissed his hard cock through his pants.
 
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He barely kept a straight face as she looked him in the eye and kissed the bulge in his pants. His eyes widened as his cock throbbed in response, and for a moment, he considered taking her, now, hard. But it was also an overly brazen move on her part, and not one he had given permission for. He reached down to her face, tilting it towards his own. He put on a serious frown and slowly shook his head "no."

He stepped back from her, took the clicker and clicked once. When she assumed the begging position, he took a ball gag from the tray and showed it to her. He walked behind her and positioned the ball. She opened her mouth and he set it firmly in place. He wrapped the straps around her head and buckled them.

He stood and clicked twice. Obediently, she pressed her chest and arms to the floor, her ass pointed to the sky. He paused. Gods, she had such an amazing ass. He disciplined himself as he took the plug and knelt down next to her.

He paused again. OK, a little fun first. He ran a hand over the cheeks of her ass, so firm and round. He raised his hand and Swack! He heard a muffled cry around the gag. Swack! His hand slowly rose and fell sharply, alternating between cheeks, spanking his pet for the first time. Her flesh shook as he struck her. He could only imagine what it would be like for his hips to be slapping that same ass...

Finally, before he lost control of himself, he stopped. He took the plug and lubricated the tip. Pulling aside her panties, he positioned it and began to rub the tip over her rosebud. She started to tremble and make whimpering noises. It was not a big plug, but it would get the job done. After a few minutes of this, he began to push it a little way into her. She clenched at first, but began to loosen as he probed her. Finally, she relaxed, and with a pop, he pushed the plug all the way into her ass. She stiffened briefly, but held her place.

He rose and regarded her. He clicked three times.
 
Oh boy. He was not pleased with her kissing his cock. In the limited experiences she had had with bdsm, she usually could do things like that and get the guy to respond favorably. Not this guy, however. He has great restraint and patience. She took a deep breath, awaiting what was sure to be her punishment.

He approached her with a ball gag. Ugh. She really didn't want to be gagged. But she opened her mouth obediently. After he positioned and fastened it he clicked the clicker twice indicating she bend down with her ass up, so she complied immediately. Her mouth adjusted to the rubber ball in her mouth; the taste was quite strong. What was next? She could feel how wet her panties were and could smell her scent mixed with his. It was intoxicating.

He was taking his time, walking slowly, deliberately around her. She was trying to peek up at what he was doing as he was back at the tray of pleasure/pain. Oh no...the tail. She felt her asshole clench in reaction. He turned towards her, and walked to her exposed behind. Well, Kendra, you have this coming. Or you can just get up and leave, contract be damned.

But she knew damn well that nothing could pull her up from her current position and from this room.

Nothing, except the man who put her here.

He began caressing her ass, and she arched her back in contentment. But then, Smack! She cried out in surprise, the sound muffled by the gag as he began spanking her. Each time he hit her, it hurt to be sure, but she also felt a direct line of pleasure shooting down to her pussy. What is he doing to me? She thought.

Just when she was getting used to the spanking and had forgotten the butt plug tail, she felt her master move her panties to the side, exposing her ass. She began to sweat a bit in nervousness. What was it people said? Try to relax when doing anal? How does one relax when something is going up your ass?!

He seemed to sense her hesitation and reluctance. Try as she might to stop, she was trembling and whimpering. Of course he just kept on, poking that thing deeper and deeper into her ass. It didn't feel good at all, and kind of hurt, but the longer he kept at it the further inside of her it went.

Soon it was all the way inside of her. She couldn't really feel it now, but she didn't even want to move an inch for fear of real pain. But then the moment she dreaded...her master clicked the clicker three times. No... He wants her to wag her tail. Only this time she really has a tail!

She couldn't help but shoot daggers at him with her eyes, feeling embarrassed. She shook her ass once, then twice, then stopped. That's all he gets, she thought defiantly.
 
He looked down at her and frowned. Two shakes? He had taken such care to be gentle during the insertion and how was he rewarded? Two shakes. He regarded her as she look defiantly at him. She looked outstanding in her corset and tale, but looks alone did not make a good sub.

He reached inside his breast pocket for a small leather case. He opened it and removed a wartenberg wheel. He knelt down at her side and pressed it against one cheek of her delicious behind, the needle like spikes digging into her skin. She yelped around her ball gag, and shifted her hips away from the wheel. He then ran the wheel quickly from one cheek to the far side of the other and then pressed. She cried out this time and shifted her hips the other direction. He ran the wheel faster back to her near cheek. She cried louder and shifted her hip faster. He smiled, he starting zipping the wheel back and forth between her cheeks, pressing hard only if she stopped. After a dozen strokes, she was near to screaming. He stopped, and stood up. He showed her the wheel, then clicked three times.
 
Kendra knew he would not be pleased by her reaction, but did not expect what happened next. He pulled out a little wheel with spikes on it. What in the world...She stiffened as he approached her, not sure what his intentions were. And then she felt it, the sharp needle like sensations on her ass.

Holy hell that hurt! She cried out and instinctively squirmed away from the pain. But he only moved it to her other cheek, then back, then the other, until she felt tears sting her eyes and she was screaming around the gag, saliva dripping out of the corners*of her mouth. She bent her head down to wipe some off with her arm. He had won, of course. He stopped, then clicked that god awful thing three times again. Kendra just sniffed, looked down and wagged her ass back and forth several times. How degrading!

This man meant business. She wasn't dealing with an amateur here. He has obviously invested time and money into this fetish. She sniffed involuntarily, wiping her nose on her arm again as she continued wagging her tail until otherwise instructed.
 
He smiled as his new pet wagged her tail for him. Her body moved exquisitely in her apparell, her breasts rocking and her ass undulating. Extraordinarily hot!

He clicked once and she stopped, then rose to begging position. He regarded the part of her face exposed by her mask. She was looking a bit disheveled. He walked behind her and unbuckled the ball gag. He removed and set it aside, then walked in front of her, taking a silk handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped the saliva from her cheeks and dabbed at the tears from her eyes. He handed it to her so she could finish tidying up. He wanted her to look her best. They were going for a walk.

He walked to the tray and selected a thin leather leash. Lady Sylvia just had the best toys. He would have to thank her. He walked back to her and smiled. He stroked her face and hair through the mask, then snapped the leash onto the collar.

Leaving the leash attached to her, he turned and strode towards the door. He opened said door and whistled at her. He smiled as she went down onto all fours and crawled toward him.
 
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For some reason, Kendra felt at ease with her new master. He had a way about him that made her feel safe. When he clicked once, she sniffed and rose to the begging position. Her ass wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. And as embarrassing as all this doggie positioning is, she knew at least it couldn't get much worse than it already is.

He approached her, and her body both feared and yearned for his nearness. He touched the back of her head, unclasping the retched ball gag. She refrained from spitting like a little child. What he did next surprised her: he began wiping her face, then handed it to her to finish. What a gentleman. Although she wondered why he cared. And also wondered why he didn't remove her mask, or his own. She handed the handkerchief back to him, and even gave him a small smile.

But then Kendra saw him pick up a leash and come back to her, attaching it to her collar as he petted her like a dog. Surely he wouldn't insist on walking her like one.

He walked away from her and towards the door, still holding the end of the leash. She watched him, horrified. No. No! And then he whistled at her. Whistled! Kendra felt her skin bristle as she got onto her knees and crawled slowly towards him, eyes on the floor. He won't open the door. He'll just walk me around the room, she figured.

But wrong again. He had opened the door, she saw as she looked up at her master. She froze. She'd be damned if she let him parade her around this mansion like some fucking dog!
 
He stood by the open door, wondering why she had stopped. He saw her looking up at him, and, for a moment, was captivated by her eyes. Something about her...

But then it became clear to him that she was not going to move, and his eyebrows twitched in annoyance. He quickly considered. She seemed to like spanking. She had already forgotten about the wartenberg wheel, and he hated to use the same device twice in a session. There was nothing on the tray that was particularly painful, so...

His best alternative was in his jacket pocket. He carried one for personal protection, but had also had occasion to use it recreationally. He slipped it out of his pocket and turned it on. The smart phone size device hummed quietly. After it had charged, he brought it in front of her face and pressed the discharge button. A white bolt of electricity arched across the gap between the electrodes with a loud crack. He watched as Camille blanched and shrank back. He raised the device and readjust the output to the lowest possible setting. It had been used at that setting in previous sessions. It was painful, but not incapacitating. He hit charge and it started to hum.

Again, he gestured to the open door.
 
What the hell is that, she wondered. She glared at him through her mask, frozen to the spot. Kendra didn't want him to see fear in her eyes, only defiance.

Okay, she had two options. One, get up and leave. Two, just play along and do this doggie walk. After all, she had wanted to see this whole thing through. She continued to glare at him as she thought about it.

Her desire to submit, and fear of that thing, finally propelled her forward towards this stranger, her master.
 
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Francis smiled as his pet finally assumed her role. He snapped the leash onto her collar as she passed through the door into the hallway. He moved casually at her side, as he lead her to the main room. He glanced back at her tail, swaying nicely from side to side as she moved. The flare of her hips in this position was accentuated by the corset, giving her a perfect hourglass. He imagined that her breasts were bouncing nicely as she was walked. One of the servants rounded and the corner and stopped, gawking at them. "Wow," she mouthed, before regaining her composure, curtsying and moving on.

Francis walked her into the main room. Most of the people who attended the auction were still here. The high bidders often had their new acquisitions nearby. The Doms and Dommes were engaged in congenial conversation. Subs and servants tended to their Masters and Mistresses. He could hear the occasional snaps, cracks and groans that signaled someone being disciplined or played with.

He walked her ten feet in and then stopped. In a slow wave, heads turned toward them, with various expressions of amusement, respect, and desire. When the moment was right, he took the clicker and gave one click. His pet rose into begging position, her breasts nearly popping free from the corset. A small chuckle was heard in the room.

Two clicks and she dropped down into doggy position, her arms forward, her ass high, the tail more prominently displayed. This engendered a polite golf clap

Three clicks and his pet wagged vigorously for him, her tail swishing from side to side. A hearty round of applause greeted them both, and more looks of desire. He reached down and scratched her head, signaling her to stop.

From a nearby chair, more like a throne, to the left, Sylvia clapped and merrily cried, "Bravo Francis, I know you two would get along famously."

Francis turned and smiled at his hostess, and with a slight pressure on the leash, led his pet to her.
 
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