The Housewarming

[Honey_B]

Amanda

"Why thank you, my dear. You look good enough to eat yourself,” Amanda said and then paused. “Lydia, please address me as Lady Amanda."

Amanda's voice was gentle, but firm. She knew how much courage it took for the girl to come to her party. Really, Amanda admired any female submissive who had the guts to attend Lifestyle events alone.

“I am so happy you came tonight. Now, I must return to Jezebel. The poor girl must be beginning to suffer already.”

Amanda turned away from Lydia and walked back to Jezebel, moving so that she stood directly behind her. The domme planted one black stiletto on either side of the girl’s legs and placed her hands on Jezebel’s shoulders.

“Lean back,” she purred. Amanda knew that doing so would only increase the pressure that the girl experienced.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel eyes clenched tightly for a moment as Amanda leaned on her, and ordered her to lean back into the Mistress. She also had heard Amanda tell the new girl, whose name she now knew as Lydia to call her Lady Amanda, but she hand not told Jezebel this, so she knew until she was told differently the name she’d been using earlier was to remain Mistress. It was only fitting Jezebel told herself, as a shot of pain ran through her right calf muscle and the cramp began to fuse into her subconscious, after all Jezebel was Amanda’s toy for the night.

The leather creaked slightly as Jezebel’s body became accustomed to the new position. She felt a small sting in her back disappear as the movement gave a few muscles a new position to acquire. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she tried to keep the awkward position, her eyes fluttering in different directions, but still downward as Master Avis had taught her.

Jezebel was curious as to what was going to happen at this party. Perhaps Master Avis would find the new girl to his liking and leave her. A stab of pain filled her heart and she hoped Amanda would distract her once Steven began to play with another. She feared it would be in that instance where she failed her lover, friend, companion, and Owner.

 

[Honey_B]

Amanda

Amanda patted the redhead on the shoulder. "I think that's enough of that for now." Amanda moved to face the girl.

"I don't often give a slave a choice, but as this is the first time I've played with you, I'll make an exception. You can walk over to that bondage table. And please remember that if you choose to stand, you must do so with absolute grace to earn you bracelet."

Amanda paused to point at the table almost 20 feet away.

"Or you can crawl, on your hands and knees."

As the domme placed her hands squarely on her hips, her lips curved into a devilish smile.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel thought a moment of what the beautiful creature was allowing her. She knew her Master would not have allowed the choice, but would have demanded she rise. If she had faltered he would have frowned and possibly slapped her, but this was different, this was not only for her Master, but for her Mistress as well as herself. She took a deep breath and concentrated on a spot on the floor, ten feet ahead of her. Not once did her eyes leave that mark, a simple piece of lint that had been tracked in by some unknown force. Her jaw remained tense as she began to rise from her submissive position. It was a slow ascent but one that she knew she had made several times, this time however she worked with everything in her not to stumble or waver.

As each small inch was accomplished the leather creaked and the prickly feeling of blood rushing back through her constricted veins poured through her. Her lips parted and she released a puff of air that she’d been holding. When she gained her full height, she felt her chest swell with a sense of accomplishment as her legs throbbed with the fresh flow of life that pumped up and down her worn muscles. “Thank you, Mistress,” she whispered and then proceeded with a down cast head to move toward the bondage table.

Her back remained ramrod straight, her shoulders back and her arms placed behind her back, where her hands were clasped tight. She felt several eyes on her, but mostly it was Amanda’s she longed to gaze upon and see her reaction. Would she see pleasure? Disbelief? Pride? Admiration for Master Avis’s fine specimen? She didn’t know, but oh how she longed to look upon both of their faces, as the bracelet she had earned was slipped onto her wrist. She hoped Amanda had thought she’d done worthy, for she hungered to hear the words of pleasure wash over her.

 

[Honey_B]

Amanda

Amanda had to fight hard to keep her face expressionless, such was her admiration for the display of control Jezebel gave her. She was like a phoenix, rising slowly but with purpose, until she once more reached her full height. The girl had certainly earned her bracelet. Amanda handed it over wordlessly.

"And me without a good crop! No matter," Amanda said, her voice crisp.

Her hand came down with a stinging blow upon the perfectly curved surface of Jezebel's derriere. The sound reverberated through the dungeon.

"Don't stand there preening! I asked you to walk to that table. Do so now or you will regret it, luv. Hop on the table and lay on you back."

To add emphasis to her words, Amanda treated Jezebel to another stingy stroke of her hand across the redhead’s backside.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven rose from the couch, and drained his wine in a single swig. He felt bad for guzzling such a fine beverage, but it looked like the night was heating up.

Walking over to gain a better view of the table Amanda had ordered his Jezebel to, he came to a stop beside the new comer, Lydia she had been called by Amanda, who also seemed to be watching the women begin to play. She seemed to know Amanda well enough, perhaps she was jealous of his red haired slave in use by a mistress she craved? Only fitting, since he was both excited to watch, but also envious of Amanda for being the one to touch his pet for the moment.

Speaking to the new girl, but still watching what the Mistress and her donated toy were up to, “Beautiful, aren’t they?” he turned his attention fully to the scantily sub beside him for a moment. “But then, such a striking creature as yourself much be used to seeing beautiful things?”

He looked her up and down, not gawking, but measuring, analyzing, as well as enjoying. Her neck showed no signs that a collar of any sort had graced her skin recently. Pity, something so grand surely should be enjoyed, and frequently, by someone.

“I think I’d enjoy challenging you to a few of these trinkets,” he idly jingled the bracelets he’d purchased. “If you are interested in getting back in the game. You’ve certainly dressed the part, I’d be grieved if I were to know you got all dressed up and didn’t have any fun.”

He attention swung back to his hostess and his pet, and smiled warmly at them both. It wasn’t his place to speak to jezebel while she was in service to another, but it was tempting to tell her how well he was doing.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia took a soft breath and noticed the man who she had seen on her way in approach her. Immediately, almost as habit her eyes went to the ground and her went down a bit. She stood still as he spoke to her. After she heard his question she spoke softly but audible,
"Yes Sir, i do agree they are very beautiful."
She meant it, she was jealous of both the gorgeous red haired woman as well as Lady Amanda who she had always admired.

Her cheeks turned a bit red at the next comment, praying he wouldnt notive, receive a compliment was something she had not heard in awhile.
"thank you Sir, but i'm not worthy of such a fine compliment." She kept her eyes on the ground but she wanted a better look at this man but stayed patient and didnt look up.

She took another small breath and paused a bit longer before saying anything. She wanted to please him but wasn't anywhere near the other sub that was with Lady Amanda but, none the less she wanted to do her best to please this Master.
"I graciously would like to receive your challenges. and sir, what name would you wish for me to call you?"
She didnt like asking questions but this one was one she felt she needed to ask. She wanted to make sure she got everything right. She was still nervous but had calmed a bit.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven looked down at the girl, and smiled warmly. He’d been told it was a comforting smile, and reminded people of their father. He wasn’t entirely sure that was a good thing, but he knew all to well how his comforting smile was needed after or during play.

“My name, is Steven, since I have no reason to have you at a disadvantage just yet Lydia. You, however, may call me Sir, or Master Avis, should you grow comfortable with me.”

He reached out his hand and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You may first see what it is you’re getting into.” He scanned her body again, looking at her posture and for any other sign as to how long she’d been without a master. He gave her a moment to take whatever she wished in, then moved to begin his own festivities.

“If you still like what you see girl, you can begin by presenting yourself to me. You are not mine for longer then you wish tonight, so you she be girl, unless you believe you deserve another title.” He walked around her, formally inspecting his prize and ran fingers over her neck, and wrists. “How long has it been girl? How long since someone made you feel properly possessed and used?”

Whatever her answer, it was plainly too long to let such a creature fly free when in her heart she wished to sing for another.

 

[PaintaPicture]

As he took her chin and lifted her head her bright blue eyes looked up at him and into his eyes and then looked him over slightly and thought of what an attractive man he was. His smile was nice and it made her calm a bit more and she became less nervous.

To answer his question she spread her legs shoulder width apart and put her hands on the back of her head and moved her gaze foward letting him inspect her properly. He hoped he'd be even a little bit happy with her body, she wasnt most of the time but still thought of herself as pretty.

With her body still in that position and gaze forward she answered his other question and it was heart renching to think of how long it had been and how hard it was to try and not think of her last Mistress.
"It was been about 9 months Sir."
She kept her cool and tryed not to let him see her emotion.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

He scoffed, “Nine months, what a waste. Well lets see what we can do about letting you forget such a dreary time.” He inspected every inch of her, and even ran his fingertips across her arms and legs. Toned muscle lay just beneath the flawless skin.

“Very good, relax. We need to complete your outfit, follow me.” He walked past the table on which his Jezebel look climbed, and past the double Saint Andrew’s cross and other bits of devious furnishings to a rack long the far wall. Here Amanda kept useful items such as a variety of cuffs, collars, belts and other implements that were available for all to use. He chose a leather collar with a single ring that best matched the rest of Lydia’s adornments.

With the item in hand, eh turned toward her, and then stepped behind her, lowering the soft leather past her eyes and then to hug against her neck. “A neck so pretty should not be without it’s collar, even if it is just for the night.” Buckling the collar in place, eh came around again and nodded his approval. “Yes, that works very nicely. Now girl, tell me of any limits that you may have, not already covered by Miss Amanda’s rules?”

His eyes drifted up those long legs once again and came to the conclusion that her practically exposed ass might look much better in pink. Listening he turned and began running his fingers over leather straps and floggers – trying to decide the first event.

 

[PaintaPicture]

As he commanded her to relax she brought her arms back down and kept her back straight. As he started to walk she followed him two paces behind until he stopped when she did as well her head down and eyes to the ground.

She felt him walk behind her and watched him lift the leather collar and lower it infront of her face. She almost jumped feeling the cool leather around her neck and having it attached snuggling to her.

When he asked her about her limits she needed to think. She didnt have many but the few she did have were pretty easy.
"I really dont like anal or human excrements....Sir."
She said it softly and then looked up at him and then back down.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

He chuckled, “Agreed, no excrement at all. Not my bag either, glad we agree.” He turned back to her with a leather-tailed flogger in hand. Each stand was failed wide and it was not overly long, but it was nice and heavy.

“Well what I do like, since you should know a little about me at least, is I absolutely love the look of a helpless woman, and if she is enjoying that helplessness, so very much the better.” He pulled a set of black leather wrist and ankle cuffs off pegs on the wall and pointed her toward a spanking bench.

Before she was able to walk very far toward the offered goal, he grabbed her wrist and forced a bracelet onto it. “Someone was a God damn fool for letting you go. I don’t know any specifics certainly, but I think you earned that one by just showing up tonight, much less trusting someone even if I am Amanda’s friend.” He nodded again at the bench, and swung the flogger a few times threw the air, striking nothing but just to acclimate to it’s weight and length.

Already visions of this girl bound to the bench tickled his mind, as well as the anticipation of knowing reality was always better then whatever one merely imagined.

 

[PaintaPicture]

He listened to is likes and agreed. She liked that helpless feeling, and she knew she was in the right hands. She had a sense of trust with him and knew she wasn't going to be harmed to the point past pleasure and beyond that.

She felt him turn her and put the bracelet on her wrist and she looked up at him. "Thank you Sir. How would you like me posistioned on the bench Sir?"
She took a few steps towards it and then looked back over at him and then back at the bench. Hesitating a bit.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The stinging slaps surprised Jezebel, but what surprised her more was the reason behind them. She had been walking to the bench, had the Mistress been distracted by the other slave. A wave of annoyance washed through her and then was replaced with another shock of once more feeling the slap on her ass being delivered.

The old Jezebel would have turned around and slapped the woman back, but the new Jezebel quickened her step and filed away the information that her temporary Mistress wanted her to move faster, where her permanent Master insisted she move slow, so he could enjoy every curve of her ass and body as she walked to wherever he’d demanded her to go.

Jezebel reached the bondage table and glanced at Amanda. “Face down or up, Mistress?” she asked, and as her eyes floated down to gaze at the ground, she noticed that Steven had indeed decided to play with the other woman.

Her jaw tightened as she saw him encircle her neck with a collar and then proceed to order her to the spanking bench. With her face pointed down, her lips and jaw seemed to grow tight as she tried to focus her attentions on Amanda and not on the bubble of jealous that had started to grow.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

“Kneel on the bench, bending over it so that your hands reach for the floor.” He caught an image of Jezebel being ‘encouraged to move faster’ out of the corner of his eye, and fought down the urge to watch.

But he had more then enough to keep his attention for the evening right here in front of him. Steven took hold of her wrist, and began to buckle a cuff around it, and then proceeded to do the same to the other wrist, and her ankles. Once all four were in place he nodded at the bench, and gripped all the tails of the chosen flogger, pulling them tight through a loop of his finger, but did not strike yet. No, he wanted the full effect of her restrained first – even if he was only using snap hooks to bind her restraints to the bench tonight instead of locks. Locks were for more familiar ground, not casual play with a new partner.

He watched her move into position, her firm, round ass being proudly thrust in his direction. Just begging to be slapped, to be used. All in good time…

 

[Honey_B]

Amanda

"Face up, my dear."

Amanda turned away as she issued the command, assuming that Jezebel would do as she asked. The domme walked to an ornate chest where she kept her rope. She withdrew 4 lengths of natural hemp, rendered silky smooth by her Debra who treated all her rope with mink oil.

Amanda closed the chest and returned to Jezebel. For what she had planned, the domme needed no other toys.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel lifted her eyes, just enough to make sure she stepped up to the table with ease. Her boots squeaked as she settled against the table’s surface and she felt the contrasting temperature of her skin and the metal. She licked her lips, positioned herself in the center and then waited for Amanda to begin. Her arms rested at her side and her feet were placed close together.

She could hear Steven speaking to the other woman. She pictured them giving heated glances to each other. The sound of clips being used told her the subby would be restrained for her smacking and a tremor of desire rolled through Jezebel as she imagined her own passions leaping to the forefront whenever Master Avis used her for his pleasure.

Jezebel thought of what Amanda would do to her and then noted that she was making her way back to her temporary toy for the night. A shudder of anticipation rolled through the leather clad redhead as she waited for the first of what she hoped would be a night of debauchery.

 

[Honey_B]

Amanda

Amanda wondered how far she could push this slave. She could tell Jezebel was experienced and she knew Master Avis liked to play hard. A little shiver of anticipation ran through her body. Parties were such fun!

Amanda looked at the beautiful redhead spread out before her.

“So vulnerable. Let’s see if I can make you even more defenseless.”

The blonde efficiently untwined first one length of rope, then the other. She took hold of Jezebel’s right hand and wrapped the rope around the girl’s wrist. In a flash, Amanda had tied a tidy rope writstcuff. She pulled the rope taught and secured the ends to the table. Amanda quickly did the same with the other rope and Jezebel’s left wrist. In just a few seconds, the girl had lost the use of her arms.

Amanda studied the slave’s face for a moment and then glanced up, looking at Master Avis and Lydia. She knew that Jezebel would be wondering what her master was doing with his new toy.

“I shall return in a moment, Jezebel.”

The domme quickly retrieved a blindfold from her toy chest.

“I want you focused on what I’m about to do to you, my dear.”

Amanda gently slipped the covering over Jezebel’s eyes.

 

[robotxxx]

Introducing: Rik

Rik was being pushed out of the car by his Mistress. 'Now go and earn yourself some bracelets', she said. 'If you earn less then seven I will punish you severely'.

The mistress left him at the door of the mansion

He was wearing his shirt and jeans, and his mistress collar around his neck.

He had to rang the doorbell, not knowing what was awaiting him inside...


Rik (27, slender type, some tattoos)

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel mentally cursed as the blindfold was wrapped around her eyes. Had it been anyone but Master Avis in the room, she would have loved the blindfold. It was one of her favorite tools of the trade. The complete loss of that sense was erotic all on its own, but now she would have to let her imagination fly with the sounds of others playing in the room.

She licked her lips and whispered. “Yes, Mistress.” Jezebel moved her arms and knew she was secured to the table by a woman that knew her knots. A tremor of excitement filled her again as she accepted that this Mistress meant business and Jezebel was going to have to accept that Steven for the night, really wasn’t her Master. . . or at least, not until he offered her up a bracelet.

She smiled, the reason behind it, only known to herself. For the first time in a long time, she felt wicked, knowing she had the power to make her Master crave her and he would have to give her a bracelet if his desires were to be fulfilled. A doorbell chimed in the background and Jezebel groaned, wondering if her Mistress was going to be forced to leave her side. Already her emotions were heightened as she waited with bated breath for Amanda’s first touch.

 

[PaintaPicture]

She moved into the posistion that he wanted after he had put on the cuffs. After adjusting herself a bit in a more comfortable posistion she lay there basically waiting for him. Not knowing how hard or strong he was going to go. Being "whipped" was something she did enjoy, it always turned her on. She did hope that he wasnt to 'harsh' but it wasnt up to her and she would obey nicely. He had given her once bracelet and she wanted to earn more, more so she wanted to please this man.

She got ready, waiting, wanting it. She looked over her shoulder for a moment at him and then quickly turned her head around and looked at the floor. She felt helpless....and she liked it.

 

[Honey_B]

Amanda

Amanda looked down at the redhead, rendered nearly helpless by the bondage and blindfold. Such a beautiful sight!

“Poor Jezebel, your legs must hurt terribly – all those pins and needles as your blood tries to return. Those boots must be making things even more difficult for you. I’m going to help you with tha!.”

Amanda’s words were kind except for the finely-honed edge that could cut glass.

“Here’s your next challenge, my dear. I’m going to remove your boots and massage your legs. You must not move a muscle, nor utter a sound while I do so.”

The domme knew from firsthand experience what a painful, pleasure it was to have one’s limbs massaged while blood returned. With efficient fingers, she stripped the redhead of her boots and laid them neatly below the table. She could see the angry red lines on Jezebel’s legs where the boots had imprinted the girl’s skin as the leather had dug into her flesh.

Starting with Jezebel’s pretty little right foot, Amanda began to massage the girl using the expert strokes gleaned from a lifetime of experience. Her touch was firm, taking time to stroke each toe, knowing the digits had been squeezed into the elegant, pointed toes of Jezebel’s boots. She paid attention to the sole of the girl’s foot, pressing pressure points that would be a delicious agony for the Jezebel.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel cursed. She didn’t open her mouth, but she cursed just the same behind clenched teeth and a tightened jaw. With each slow caress that Amanda subjected Jezebel’s body too, she clenched her lids and bit down on the inside of her cheek.

Her body muscles actually tried to tighten as Amanda’s hands worked their way up, down and around her calf muscles. Jezebel wanted to cry, scream, curse, but mostly she wanted to moan in both pleasure and pain as the needles were fed the blood they craved and all of her veins began to pump life back into her system.

Her lower lip trembled as tender fingers made sinful kneading strokes up Jezebel’s thighs and when Amanda’s fingers dug into her flesh, Jezebel’s lips parted and a soft whispered, “Mistress,” escaped her lips. She didn’t even realize she’d said the words, so lost in the feeling of those hands possessing her and making her body melt.

 

[robotxxx]

Rik was standing outside, not knowing when and who would open the door to let him in

was this part of his punishment, to wait outside forever?

this way he would never be able to earn his mistress some bracelets

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven pulled on each of the bound woman’s cuffs, ensuring the clips were in place and she could not simply pull away. Not that he expected such a thing, but checking was a habit of his. At the same time he could look to make sure the cuffs themselves were not causing circulation problems; tight, but just right.

Stepping back, he grinned as she had turned her head to look his way, then his smile widened as she quickly resumed examining the ground. His free hand cupped her displayed ass, massaging the firm muscles into a relaxed state. “You will thank me for each and every stroke. Once we reach twenty, you may beg for more, or to be released, or whatever it is you wish to beg for.”

He stepped away, and removed his suit coat, draping it over the arm of a couch. As he returned to the delightfully helpless woman, he flexed his shoulders and arms to loosen them up for his little workout.

Without further warning, with the flogger in his right hand, he again pulled all the tails straight with his left, and then let the leather fly, landing heavily on lydia’s ass.