When Master Dies

[kittykateater]

OOC: Well, I start my new job tomorrow. Won't have nearly the free time after that, to post here like I've been doing lately. Oh, I'll still be around here from time to time, you lovely Daughters of Passion are a hard habit to break. But I won't be here as often, and I'll miss you all. I have had great fun playing on this thread.

KKE

 

[katra_tyr_b]

( Sounds like we need a day off agreement... outnumbered 13 to one.. So KKE what days are off for you and how many hours will Miss M let us play with you?)

I slowly came to understand our new Master even if he was a good deal lenient from those that were involved with my training. I saw a strange man and drove him to the next room where he spoke with Master Joe.

"Honestly, Joe. The girl has me baffled. For all the abuse she endured she still feels that it was for her own good. She sees the removal of her eye as a just punishment and she said that she was born in Denmark. According to her passport she was born in Iceland. Another thing, she has a high level of iron in her blood stream and some of her scars couldn't have come from what she said did it. As for that problem with her having a child. That can be resolved as some as she gets some light surgery but you are in for one hellova shock ole Boy..." That smirkish grin crossed the doctor's face.

"What's that?" Joe Spirelli asked.

"She's still got a high hymen intact." He said matter of factly. "I've wrote the orders for her surgery on Friday. See you then." Then left the room and told me that I could get dressed and my guardian had my information.

When I met Master Joe in the lobby I asked. "Does Guardian mean Master too?"

 

[kittykateater]

As I listened to the doctor, at first I was increasingly upset with Odetha. I thought we had reached a new levl of agreement and understanding, to be honest with each other about everything, form now on. And now it turned out that nearly everything she had told me was a lie. First, far from having disappointed Skylar and Squireshire with her inability to bear children, neither of them had ever even attenpted to make a baby with her, for her hymen was intact and unbroken. And now I recalled that my one sexual encounter with her had me coming down her throat, so that not even I had yet penetrated Odetha yet. Despite all her talk of serving Masters in a sexual way, here was a genuine virgin ripe for gentle deflowering, and it would be to my great honor to gently initiate her.

She had also lied about her womb having been ripped from her in childhood. For it, too, was intact, and with minor corrective surgery, there would be no reason she couldn't give birth to as many happy, healthy children as she wanted. MY children!

She had even lied about the nation of her birth, claiming to have been born of Danish Gaian nobility. Yet her passport said she as born in Iceland.

As my anger built over Odetha's deceptions, I suddenly realized that she was not the deceiver, but the deceived. I knew she had lived a life of brutal physical and mential abuse. Her being told that she had no womb and could not bear children was a part of that systematic abuse, and was in turn used to justify the further abuse of having her eye cut out. Skylar and Squireshire had never penetrated her, because if they had, and she had become pregnant, their cruel lies would have been exposed.

But why had Odetha been so cruelly deceived all her life? The answer, I felt certain, must lie in her having been born in Iceland. I knew that the Danish parents who claimed she was Danish born a bastard child, and therefore deserved endless torment for the bastardization her parents had inflicted upon her, could not possibly have been her birth parents if she was born in Iceland. So I made some discrete enquireis about babies born in Iceland the same year as stated on Odteha's passport. There weren't many Icelandic girls born that year, and only one had mysterious circumstances. The ancient Icelandic royalty, long out of power, had a daughter kidnapped in infancy, and she had never been found. Could this be Odetha? Was she truly royal after all, not through Danish Gaian birth but from ancient Icelandic Norse royalty?

I began to compile evidence that Odetha had been kidnapped from the crownless Icelandic royal family in infancy. There were gaps in how she wound up with Lord Skylar, but knowing his dastardly nature that now had him in prison for life, I suspected that he was somehow involved in the original kidnapping. Her disfigurement had evidently been largely so she would never be recognized as an Icelandic royalty, and even if recognized, her real family would never want her back with her disfigurement.

Sadly, not only was there no longer a throne nor a crown for her to inherit, but Odetha's royal birth parents had died in a horrible plane crash many years ago.

Odetha was at once glad to know who she really is, yet sad that she will never know any of her true relatives.

There was still so much work to do to help overcome Odetha's brutal past. After the doctor repaired a minor tear in the lining of her uterus, no doubt ripped in one of the many brutal beatings that Skylar had inflicted upon her, I arranged for an eye transplant. Tragically, a beautiful young woman had died in a horrible collision with a truck. yet there was some good in even that: the woman matched Odetha's tissue type and even her eye color. And better yet, despite the violence and brutality with which her eye had been cut out, Odetha had enough optic nerve left to connect her new eye and restore her vision.

The next step was cosmetic surgery to remove the scarring from where her eye had been so cruelly cut out of her. By the time all this surgery was done, she was a physically beautiful, vibrant, radiant woman.

But there was still much uglinees in her soul, and for that I had her work intensely with psychiatrists and psychologists. They told her that she was a true princess, and I reassured her that as long as she wished to stay with me, she would always be MY princess. Gradually, by degrees, we came to help her realize that none of what befell her was her fault, she had no shame in it, and she had not deserved any of it.

Now that she felt somewhat better about herself, I asked her if she understood how babies are born. "Sure," she hesitated. "The woman stands before a Gaian high priest, and promises to obey her Master. And Gaia brings forth the bounty of a new life from her belly. But Gaia decided I was unworthy, and I bore my Master no children, so I was beaten for it. And I'm still not sure you are right, that I didn't deserve such beatings for failing my Master."

"Porr, sweet, innocent, naive Odetha," I smiled. How to explain to her. "You must lie with your Master in a very special way, before Gaia blesses you with a child."

"I did lie in my Master's arms. But my missing eye so repulsed him that he could not, would not touch me. And even so, I bore no children."

I was not explaining this well enough.

"Do you remember when I welcomed you back to the Squireshire mansion. What your lips so eagerly suckled upon?"

"Mmm, yes, of course I do Master. You were so tasty!"

"OK, now we're getting somewhere. Remember when you removed your panties and I touched what was underneath?"

"It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation. Tingly. I thought I liked it, and I felt I was unworthy to like it."

"OK," I grinned. "To have a baby, Odetha, what you suckled upon must enter what I touched under your panties.

Odetha's eyes grew wide. "Oh, Master! Really? I don't know why, but the thought of all that swollen hardness entering me there, has me breathing hard, and my folds moistening within my panties. Oh, I am so naughty, so unworthy, for such thoughts!"

"No, Odetha, not naughty, not unworthy. For those thoughts and desires filling thy head now, shall lead thee to having a baby. They new Master's baby. And thou shalt ENJOY my planting a baby into thee."

"Oh it all sounds too wonderful! I should like very much to serve thee in that way. I don't even mind having sinfully pleasurable thoughts and feelings, if it will give me thy baby!"

Since Odetha had not the slightest clue of the workings of sex and becoming pregnant, I hoped gaia would forgive me if I decived her just slightly, to let her get maximum enjoyment from the process.

Finally, after weeks of surgery, more weeks of counseling, and 2 moths of recuperation, Odetha came to me one night, wearing a sheer red baby-doll nightie that her Sisters in passion had picked out for her to wear for me, knowing it would especially please me.

I laid her down in a sea of pillows and kissed her feet. "Master, you are spoiling me. That feels so good, but i am supposed to serve you, not you serve me."

"Do you not trust me yet, Odetha, after all I have done to help me."

"OH, I have hurt your feelings. Of COURSE I trust thee now, Master. Thou hast saved me from my past, and from myself."

"Fine. Then trust that this is a necessary first step toward thou bearing my child."

I kissed up her bare leg until my lips brushed her inner thighs, causing her to squirm, and to gently purr. "This feels too good to be right, Master."

I glared at her.

"Oh, I do trust thee, Master. And I do wish to serve thee, to bear thy chiild."

Now came the moment to really test her newfound trust in me. My tongue slithered across her throbbing clit, then down into her slit to pleasure her G-spot. "Oh, I have always heard that having a child is painful. Oh but Master, this hurts so GOOD!"

"And neither Lord Skylar nor Timothy Squireshire ever did this with you?"

"No, Master. I would DEFINITELY remember, had I experienced anything so wonderful amid all my misery!"

Now I moved in for the kill, sucking her clit past my lips and tonguing her deep within my own mouth.

"Oh, Master, I feel a need to...to..."

"Yes, Odetha, give in to that need!" And with that her pussy contracted and contracted and contracted, flooding my mouth with her sweet wine.

"Oh, MAS-ter!" she cried out. "I am SO ready for you to give me that baby now!" She grasped my cock in her fist and guided me closer, begging me in a desperate whine to plunge into her. "Make a WOMAN out of me!" She shouted. "Make me a...a... MOMMY now!"

As I slipped past her extremly tight pussy lips and felt her hymen break at last, I groaned, "Oh, YES! Oh, Gaia, YYYESSS! Your Master loves you SO much, Odetha! YES!"

"Oh, MAS-ter!" she cried out. "Is receiving the seed of thy baby supposed to feel THIS good?"

"Yes, Odetha," I grinned. "It is! So, Odetha, how many times do you wish me to impant children into thee tonight?"

"Mmmmm!" she moaned. "Ten...twenty...as many as will please thee. A hundred times! Ohhhhhh!"

"Welcome to thy new home, and to motherhood," I smiled, loving her more than ever now as I pumped her harder and ever harder, and then exploded deep inside of her.

 

[patford31769]

Catherine

(OOC: First night off in nearly 2 weeks. Hope you all don't mind me jumping back into the story).

I had a chance to talk with the recuperated and rejuvenated Odetha. "Our Matser truly loves thee, you know. He took care of restroring the beauty of your face to match the beauty of your body. And I can see how he restored the beauty of your broken spirit, too. And now he has blessed with you with the truly greatest gift of all: a child! HIS child! I know the joy of this quite well, as I already bore and am raising one of Master Joe's children, and I am carrying another in my belly even now. My children and thine shall be half-siblings, and we shall raise them together.

I hugged Odetha in my joy, and she backed away.

"I see you still disfavor sisterly love. Oh, Odetha, I find you so attractive, sometimes it is just so difficult not to touch you in familiar ways that I can see now still make you uncomfortable. If you should ever change your mind, and wish to experience the joy of sisterly love, to have your body explored as only another woman, familiar with the terrain, can explore you..well, just let me know, I am here and ready, eager even, whenever you are ready to accwept my love...and my lust."

 

[kittykateater]

If not quite ready to accept my love and my reformist ways, Odetha was at least ready to accept my lustful desires for her. I had teased and tempted her and then fucked her gently but passionately, and caused her to actually come. All of that was definitely a step in the right direction, from the rough life she had led before she met me.

I warned Catherine not to push Odetha so hard on the issue of sisterly love. Catherine then tried to apologize with her whole "bad girl who needs to be punished" routine. Normally, I would have welcomed the chance to playfully spank her cute little bottom. But this time I just wasn't in the mood. I was slowly, delicately bringing Odetha around to feeling good about herself, to repairing all of her physical and emotional scars, to accepting all of us. And I didn't need Catherine nor anyone else to muddy the waters with other distractions right now, no matter how pleasant such distractions might prove to be. And any time spent with Catherine and her luscious naked bottom was always exceedingly pleasant. Maybe in a few days, she and I could play again. But not today.

So much had changed in Odetha's life in such a short time, what with the scar-removing surgery, the eye transplant, the intensive counseling sessions, and her discovery that she could enjoy sex as much as her Master does. Not only would I nort punish her for enjoying it, as Skylar had, I would support and encourage her enjoyment.

With so much change in her life, I decided to call her into my study and discuss how she was feeling about all of this. I suspected it might all be just a bit overwhelming for her.

"So, Odetha," I began. "How am I doing? Am I being a good Master to you? Tell me honestly, what are you thinking, what are you feeling, about all your new experiences with me, your new Master? How do you feel about all the surgeries that have healed your disfigured face and restored your full vision? What do you think about all the counselors trying to help you deal with, and to put behind you, all the physical and emotional pain and trauma of your past? How do you feel, what do you think, about me having given you the first orgasm of your life? Were you able to get past your feelings of guilt about sex, feelings badgered into you by Lord Skylar and Timothy Squireshire, and now with me, did you actually enjoy being orgasmic? How do you feel about carrying my baby...OUR baby...in your belly now? Becoming a mother when you thought you could never have children? I am your Master who loves you, and I want to know everything you are thinking and feeling now."

 

[katra_tyr_b]

"So, Odetha," Master Joe began. "How am I doing? Am I being a good Master to you? Tell me honestly, what are you thinking, what are you feeling, about all your new experiences with me, your new Master?"

I giggled as he asked that. How could I judge him, after all he was Man. I tried to form my words as gently as possible. "I believe that you are being too lenient with me. Yet you caress my flesh in ways I have never enjoyed so greatly."

" How do you feel about all the surgeries that have healed your disfigured face and restored your full vision?"

"That is Gaia's doing. She saw that I was worthy enough to bless with your insight to my needs. I shall be a better daughter of passion now.. it is her will." I kissed his cheek softly "For you are a merciful Master."

"What do you think about all the counselors trying to help you deal with, and to put behind you, all the physical and emotional pain and trauma of your past?"

"I beleive those Men are untaught... they know very little about Gaia and her will. I do not understand this talk of trauma.. yet they seem to dwell on it deeply. I was as I am... at that time that was what Gaia willed for me and now I have earned her blessings. There is great joy in my heart for this but I do not understand why these other Men must question me so and yet not take my offered service for their care?" It was vexing to me to have them ask such intimate questions and yet ignore my desire to serve Gaia by giving myself to their lusts and needs.

"How do you feel, what do you think, about me having given you the first orgasm of your life?"

" I am honored that you gave me such joy and certainly pray that Gaia allows me such joy daily. My waters were very strong that day... and I truly thank thee, my Master."

" Were you able to get past your feelings of guilt about sex, feelings badgered into you by Lord Skylar and Timothy Squireshire, and now with me, did you actually enjoy being orgasmic?"

I didn't understand why he kept referring to my feelings as ones of guilt. I didn't question the decision of the Royal Ones, no one dared to. That was like spitting on the earth in disrespect to Gaia. "I do not undestand that word you use. Ore gaz mic... I do understand the way my heart feels from coupling. There is great joy in my heart to serve my Master this way."

"How do you feel about carrying my baby...OUR baby...in your belly now? Becoming a mother when you thought you could never have children?"

The thought of bearing a blessing was still an after shock. I lowered my eyes from his as he spoke such high words of praise and the illusion that I would be so fortunate to have such blessing bestowed upon me. It just seemed so vain to desire such a high goal. So I say nothing to elicite more praise from him on that subject.

"I am your Master who loves you, and I want to know everything you are thinking and feeling now."

I let out a quick giggle... "right now, this woman is thinking that this MAN needs to be given great devotation" I crawled down his flesh as I finally was knealing in front of him and began to undo his pants with my teeth, until I had managed to pull his cock from it's resting place to suckle upon it. To worship the organ that blesses all daughters with rich milk of life. Gaia's own blood in many ways. What more could a slave like me want?

 

[jubileeslave]

Things seemed to be going well for us now as Odetha was drawn back into the fold.

When we were doing the washing together she remarked about the serving that she had done. I thought about it and I had frowned. I never recalled once Odetha saying how she served until now.

We laughed as Jasmine helped Katra feed our animals and keep an eye on the little ones that were outside enjoying the change of weather with their mothers.

Gaia was ready to change her winter gown to a spring one and the sounds and scents of rebirth was coming.. Time would march on as we welcomed the festivals that would be coming

ESPECIALLY GAIA DAY!!!!!

 

[kittykateater]

Odetha's sweet mouth worshipfully devoured the thick milk that her newfound love and appreciation of me caused to flow freely from my loins, while coaxing ever more of the stuff of life out of me with her lips and tongue. I was pleased to see her so genuinely pleased to be serving her man, her Master, in such a sweet and loving way.

Meanwhile, Jubilee happily burbled on about the upcoming Gaia day, and I asked her to tell me more about it.

 

[Master1stgirl]

Our family was settling into a strong family and as it should. We sought to please our new Master but when Jubilee extold about Gaia day I couldn't help but miss Master Timothy Squireshire

 

[kittykateater]

LaToya told me mournfully how much she missed her old master, Timothy Squireshire. But I reminded her of the incident in the cemetery, when Squireshire's disembodied voice had instructed me on how to carry on for him. And how a slimy green, steamy mist had risen from his grave and slithered its way down my throat, leaving me feeling as if Squireshire's spirt now lived in me. And how, whenever I was in trouble or in doubt, Squireshire's voice would instruct me how to proceed.

"Oh, Master!" she sobbeed. "I mean, oh MasterS!" she emaphasized the plural ending now. "That is so wonderful. Oh, how I truly do love you. I love you BOTH! Oh if you could but both fuck me now at the same time, my old Master and my new Master both, oh I would be the most happy and devoted servant to thee."

"Climb up upon my lap, my angel," I beckoned, "and let thee be comforted by me, and by Squireshire both."

As usual, LaToya wore almost nothing, and what she wore was the prettiest, frilliest, sheerest of flame-hot red lace. As she wriggled on my lap, a ridge began to grow along the front of my trousers, stretching the fabric tighter and tighter."

"Oh MASTER!" she cooed in delight. "Thou truly ART happy to see me! Or is that Squireshire happy to see me?"

"Both, my child."

"Oh would that I could ride both thy cocks at once now!" she slowly unzipped my pants.

"Anything is possible in the ways of Gaia!" I groaned as she slowly slid her hot, wet pussy down, down, down over my raging hard-on now.

A booming voice echoed through the room now. "Thou art truly a wonderful servant of Gaia indeed, my sweet LaToya."

"Master Squireshire!" she gasped in astonished delight. "I would know thy voice ANY where!"

"Thy old Master shall fuck thy sweet, delightful, shapely, curvy ass now, even as thy new Master stuffs and stretches thy tight, warm, wet, and wonderful pussy."

I could not see anyone in the room, but I could definitely hear Squireshire's deep groans and LaToya's squeals of delight as her old Master evidently thoroughly fucked her shapely posterior as I pushed and thrusted and pumped her swewet pussy lustily and vigorously as she rode me with wild abandon.

Just then her sister LaVonda entered the room.

"Come on in," LaToya invited. "Umm, if that is OK with thee, Master Joe. And Master Squireshire."

"Uggggh!" Squireshire's disembodied voice groaned as he evidenly shot his ghostly come deep into LaToya's enflamed ass. "I am but a GHOST of my former self, if you'll excuse the pun. That does it for ME! The sisters are all yours now, Spirelli."

"Oh goody," LaVonda clapped her hands like a little girl. "We shall make of thee a sandwich, my sister and myself as the bread!"

"I am honored," I laughed, continuing Squireshire's punning, "to be the MEAT in thy sandwich!"

"And such a wonderfully huge slab of meat it IS, Master," LaToya giggled, "To sandwich between me and my sister."

"Gaia has truly blessed thee, Master," LaVonda concurred, "in the generous portion of man-meat she has endowed thee with."

LaToya slipped under me now, pressing her warm, wet, delightful pussy up against my ass, as her equally-delightful sister took her place on my lap now, to ride my cock with even greater enthusiasm than LaToya had done, if such a level of enthusiasm above LaToya's is even possible.

The room was so full of moans and groans and high-pitched squeals of delight, that soon Jubilee came running to see if we were all OK.

"We have made a sandwich of our Master," LaToya grinned. "We are the bread. And he, of course, is the generous portion of man-meat in the middle of our sandwich."

"Ooooh!" Jubilee squealed. "Could I be the CHEESE in this sandwich, and let myself MELT all over all three of thee?"

"I have TASTED how deliciously juicy thou art, Jubilee," I grinned, "when thy cheese melts from thy deepest recesses down onto my face." With that, Jubilee scootched down on her knees, lowering her gorgeous pussy down over my face, to where my lips and tongue could truly delight in her "melting cheese" as LaVonda vigorously rode my shaft and LaToya lay face-up beneath us all, frantically grinding her bare pussy against my ass.

No gourmet restaurant ever offered up a finer, more delightful, more genuinely pleasing sandwich than we four were making now: thick, hard meat, melting cheese, between twin layers of soft and supple bread.

 

[patford31769]

Catherine

Was I dreaming? I walked into the Master's study to tidy up for him as I so often do, only to find LaToya lying face-down under our Master, frantically rubbing her bare pussy all over his ass, as her sister LaVonda bounced her silky thighs up and down above the Master, her tight, clutching pussy hungrily swallowing up every luscious inch of Master Joe's beautiful stiff manhood. Meanwhile, Jubilee, sweet, sweet Juju, rubbed her hot, wet, steaming pussy all over the Master's face.

Jubilee grinned up at me. "Oh, hi, Katie-Kate. We're just enjoying a Master sandwich. LaToya and LaVonda are the twin slices of bread. The Master is, of course, the MEAT in the middle that makes our sandwich such a treat. And I am the cheese melting all over The Master's face."

"Then that thick white goo pouring down out of you and all over Master's face, that must be your mayonaise?" I laughed. Despite my outward laughter, I was crying inwardly for having missed out on all this fun. Then, out of my own self-pity, inspiration struck.

"Say, don't you all need help cleaning up? I came in here to tidy up anyway, and I think I know a GREAT way I can tidy up around here!" With that, I knelt down between Juju's luscious thighs, and I eagerly lapped-up every delicious drop that was spewing non-stop out of her now.

"Me next!" LaToya enthused eagerly, "Do ME next!" as I moved over to lick her pussy clean, too.

"Don't forget about ME!" LaVonda sobbed.

"I could never forget YOU, my sexy soul-sister," I reassured her as I licked and sucked at her still-throbbing clit, enjoying the thoroughly-blended juices of LaVonda and Master Joe that endlessly flowed out from her deepest recesses now. "I love the taste of a freeshly-fucked pussy first thing in the morning!" I grinned.

I gazed hungrily, longingly into The Master's eyes now. "I saved the best for last!" I smilled, my eyes sparklling lustily and my face glowing in happy desire. LaVonda, LaToya, and Jubilee all helpfully backed away from our Master now, leaving me plenty of space to enjoy him all to myself. I lovingly, devotedly licked circles all around his swollen balls, then I playfully but worshipfully licked my way up his long, thick, hard, pulsating shaft, purring and moaning contentedly all the while. My tongue diddled at his cock-head in half a dozen slow circles, before opening my mouth wide enough to nearly crack my jaw, and then slowly slipping my lips down, down, down over him, my heart thrilling to the feel and the taste of his hardness gradually filling more and more and ever more of my cock-hungry mouth.

"Gaia," I prayed. "Come and take me NOW! My life, my destiny, is fulfilled, and I could never be a happier woman than I am right NOW!"

"You shouldn't lie to Mother Gaia, our earth, our nature, you know," Joe scolded.

"But it is NO lie," I sincereky protested. "I am truly as happy as I can be right now. Gaia has blessed me indeed."

"No you are NOT yet at your happiest," he corrected in that lovely deep baritone of his. "I know you, my sweet Katie-Kate, and there is ONE thing I know can and does make you EVEN happier."

"Oh," I overstepped myself in challenging him. "And what is THAT?"

In silent reply, he wrapped my small fist around his enormous organ, and gently had me guide himself into me.

As soon as his cock-head parted my pussy lips wide open, I knew that the Master was right as always. His cock entering my pussy felt even better, even more thrilling, even more exciting, even more satisfying, than when I has sucked him deep down into my throat only moments before.

"Shall we turn YOU into a Katie-Kate sandwich now?" LaVonda and LaToya now offered, with big lusty smiles lighting up both of their beautiful faces.

"I'm sorry Gaia, I was wrong," I prayed. "I am not yet ready for you to take me away just yet after all. My mission, my life's work, is clearly NOT done after all. I still have so much pleasure to receive here on this earth...and to GIVE...with my Master, and with my Sisters in Passion!"

No sooner had I completed my updated prayer, than LaVonda dove for my pussy as LaToya slipped fgace-up under me to cup, lick and nibble at my ass, while Jubilee cupped, licked, and nibbled at my heaving breasts and swollen hard nipples. All the while, the Master was tickling the back of my throat with the finest and hardest cock in the universe. It's really true, Gaia has no paradise to equal what I was experiencing at that very moment with four of the people I love the most.

"What have I done?" I cried out as I trembled and spasmed through one orgasm after after another now, "to deserve such bountiful delight from thee, oh Mother Gaia?"

 

[takesa2ndtaste]

LaVonda

Gaia is indeed blessing the daughters of Passion and our new Master is indeed fulfilling the role that Gaia deemed for him.

A day later I went to him and knelt at his doorway. "There is something I must speak with you about." I would not look into his eyes until he called me to him and even then I was hesistating to disobey the laws by being too openly with him.

The Temple Elders were concerned about our family and there was much that had to be improved upon.

They had sent a letter of disaproval of our newly aquired education and more so the attititudes that has arise due to the changes that we had made.

 

[patford31769]

Catherine

Our wonderful Master Joe was in trouble with the higher powers of the Gaian organization, and had to leave to, as he said, "face the music" (whatever that means). Something about letting us Daughters of Passion get away with too much. But he treats us like real people, and he takes care of our love-starved pussies all the time, so what's wrong with THAT? His sweet loving attention to our pussies, our throbbing clits, our soft and spongy G-spots, have made us very loyal to him, we would do ANYTHING for him, and I do mean ANYTHING. We love him and respect him far more than previous Masters who used the old Gaian ways of beating and torturing us, which made many of us hate and despise our Masters. Isn't that how a Daughter of Passion is SUPPOSED to feel about her Master? So why does the Gaian organization have a problem with this?

Since I am the only one of his Daughters of Passsion who knows her way around his computer, he asked me to keep things running in his absence. Keep the bills paid, answer emails, that sort of thing.

As I was going through our Master's computer, I found this web site he had apparently visited several times, called "Literotica." I couldn't believe he told total strangers all about what goes on in our home. But as I read on about the delights we had all shared with Master, and remembered it all in every detail, I got hotter and hotter. Master Joe had been gone less than a day, but already I missed him terribly. I missed his deep, sweet-but-commanding baritone voice. I missed his big thick cock tickling the back of my throat. And most of all I missed straddling his hunky body as I vigorously rode him with wild abandon.

As I surfed around the Literotica web site, I found an ameteur photo section. A lot of women nearly beautiful enough to be Daughters of Passion. And then I saw it. This guy posted pics of himself. Sweet mother earth! His cock was almost as beautiful as the Master's own wonderful manhood that pleasures us all so, and I caught myself drooling over this stranger's photo as my hand slid into my panties.

That's when LaToya and LaVonda walked in on me. Seeing my hand down my panties, they giggled. Then they saw the photo on the screen and they too were practically drooling.

"That guy is SO hot!" LaToya cooed.

"Mmmm!" LaVonda agreed. "He could DEFINITELY be a Gaia Master with the love tool HE"S got!"

"Let's not be disloyal to our Master," LaToya cautioned, "by lusting after some other mans equipment."

"Gaia forgoive me, but I do miss the Master so much!" I sobbed. "Seeing this big cock on the web doesn't make me want THAT cock, it makes me long for the familiar cock of our beloved Master. Oh, when will you return to us, oh Master? We all miss you so!" I cried. "What I wouldn't give to be riding you right NOW!"

LaVonda and LaToya tried to console me, but they were crying too, from missing him so.

Then our eyes all locked on each other. My sweet Sisters in Passion were as beautiful as ever, and I just couldn't help myself. I leaned in and ate out LaToya first, and then LaVonda. Soon they were eagerly reciprocating on my own lonely, desperately-horny pussy. It was great, it was wonderful, it was amazing. But it wasn't nearly enough. We all needed a cock. To suck on. To ride. To fuck us mercileesly, for hours on end.

Come back, Master! Oh please, PLEASE come back to us. We will be good, oh so good, you will see how good we can be, if you will just come home and fuck us all in that wonderful loving way of yours!

 

[Master1stgirl]

I chuckled at Catherine and reminded her that Gaia does give us mercy in times of loneliness.

"Remind yourself of how we waited for Master Joe. He did not come to us right away. He was led to us and so should we be patient." I turned my head away and left teh room to tend to my blessing.

Much weighed upon my mind concerning the Temple.

How many laws were we breaking now as we learned so many new things. Then a woman came to aid us in a new idea called parenting. I laughed as I have more then one child and there was so many things that she spoke of. I decided to let Catherine speak with her when she comes again.

Tersa and Mynia fretted over these new people that came while Master was not present. So many things that hung over the simple heads of us the daughters of passion.

I turned to Odetha and asked her to aide me in a weeklong fast and prayer. We decided to seek Master Squireshire's advice from his grave.

 

[kittykateater]

The High Lord of the Supreme Order of Maother Gaia himself told me he disapproved of my liberal ways. Since the 11th century, Gaian masters had whipped their women into humble submission.

I told him that maybe after 1000 years it was time we changed our ways. I treated my Daughters of Passion like the real people they are. I gave them the strengh and knowledge to be self-sufficent if the need be. I saw to their gourmet pleasure, and to their sexual pleasure. Maybe it's not the old way, but you can't argue with success. With their knowledge and skills, they were free to leave and live on their own like modern women, but not a one of them wished to leave, they were all fiercely loyal to me. Yes, I indulged their sexual desires, but they loved it so much, they loved ME so much, that they would do anything for me, and frequently did. I never had so many women suck my cock so eagerly, and WANT to do it, almost BEG me to let them do it!

Much of my protestations fell on deaf ears. But then I discovered that I was not the only liberal Master who had been called before the High Lord of the Supreme Order for a stern reprimand. The high muckety-mucks tried to keep us apart, but we found each other and in private we compared notes. We had all had the same experience: treat our Daughters of Passion with love and respect, and gain their undying loyalty, love, trust...and insatiable lust!

As we rebel Masters talked, a plan began to form. Hundreds of years ago, Martin Luther had found the old unchanging ways of the Catholic church to be intolerable and formed a more liberal religion, Protestantism. Perhaps after 1000 years, it was time we more liberal Masters break away from the mother Gaian organization and form our own more liberal sect, too.

I managed to get my hands on a compueter, against the wishes and without the knowledge of the High Lord of the Supreme Order, and I began to draft plans and rules for organizing our own new break-away liberal Gaian sect. That was when an email popped up from Catherine, sweet beloved Catherine, the sexy lady who had brought me in to replace Lord Squireshire as their new Master in the first place. "When will you come back?" Catherine's email asked. "You have nine starving women here, hungry for a chance to once again suck on your big, beuatiful, sweet hard cock. Hurry home, Master."

I had to laugh. That was my Catherine, all over. If you looked up "instaiable nympho slut" in the dictionary, you'd likely find her picture. And of course I love that about her! Beacuase she is MY insatiable nympho slut! But I knew if the High Lord of the Supreme Order ever saw this message, the way she tends to forget herself and forget her requirement to be subserviuent to me, I would be in even more trouble. But then again, if they knew how I was organizing the liberal Masters to break away from the main Gaian order, I would probably be executed on the spot. No: slowly tortured first, and THEN executed! But under our new order, Catherine would be free to be as openly horny as she wishes, in fact we would encourage it.

But I also knew that once we all break away, those stuck in the 11th-century could never again touch any of us liberal Masters. Or any of our freer Daughters of Passion, either. The plans were taking shape more rapidly than any of us could believe or would jhave dared to hope, and I couldn;'t have been happier about that. But I had a hard time sleeping, thinking about all the exciting new things about to happen. And about the 9 beautiful, sexy, loving women whose sweet mouths would be all over my hard-on the moment I again walked through our door. I could hardly wait!

 

[Master1stgirl]

Family Post

LaToya

As I knelt by Master Squireshire's grave I reflected on the many things that I know now then before. I have learned to read and write much better. I have learned to keep my body clean to avoid things called STDs. I have learned to become independant which often times I found it to be most distressing.

Growing in the Gaian ways, I was taught that I was born to serve the will of Man. I came into my place in youth by the wishes of my Father, who as Man was following the will of Gaia.

My tears fell on his grave as I recalled coming to Master Squireshire. How many days I wept for my family and refused to serve as I was taught. Because of my insolence I learned a greater lesson, after time my punishment brought me great joy and pleasure. Master Squireshire found that I delighted in a stern beating and was more passionate while enduring these pains while in the course of joining to sexually please him. He gave me a task which I served obediantly. Whip weilder - the one to dole out the punishment when we were without a Master to serve.

Nicole disturbed my thoughts when she came out and sat beside me. I smiled at her and pushed her tawny locks away from her face. "What book are you reading?"

She held up the picture book about Mermaids. Then showed me a picture. I told her that they were singing to the sailors and luring the men to dangerous rocks for they were sirens. That made me think of something I heard once. Where had I heard that words before?

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LaVonda

The time with Catherine was greatly needed but there was much more that we longed for. I began to notice the moods of many of my sisters.
Loneliness that cruel device cast upon women to disobey the will of Man.

"OH GAIA, WHY MUST WE SUFFER FROM LOKI'S CRUELTY?" I wailed in prayer at the alter of remorse.

Heather came into the room and knelt beside me. I had to smile as I knew she too would become a good daughter of passion someday. Mostly she would mimic the actions of the older circle.

"I wish the Master would return." She sighed.

"Soon, it will happen soon. Now that you have turned of age what knowledge are you seeking?" I dried my tears and slowly returned to my pleasant self.

"Now that I have turned eighteen, I desire to follow the will to lie with my Master. Yet I cannot obey that command for he has left us." Heather looked at the wall that was a reminder of what we are.

"He did not leave us, Heather. He went to the Elder's Council. He was commanded to appear before Gaia's sevants. They wish to examine his faith and have his presence bear witness to his true belief in Gaia and her laws. They think that he has fallen away from the order by letting us learn more new things." I touched her shoulder and then sighed as well. "Being a daughter of Gaia, born to serve the will of MAN. It is not an easy road to walk down but it is a road that we traverse as best as we can with sincere desire to be blessed along the path. Many of us fall in the trap of despair, Heather. That is when we need to pray harder for Gaia to strengthen our weakness."

"Sometimes I feel as if she doesn't listen or feel that I deserve an answer." Heather admitted.

"To openly say such is warrent of punishment, Heather. Recant your words before fate and Loki lay you on your belly!" I gasped.

"I can't.. they are on my heart.." Heather looked at me with a strange anger.

"You give me no choice? You willingly choose not to take back words that would bring pain and grief?" I stared at her in disbelief.

"Yes," She lowered her eyes then back at the alter and casting the last act before I slapped her to the floor.

"I shall fetch the sisters and Toya shall administer your punishment. Gaia have mercy on you, Heather." I rose and walked to the kitchen.

"Odetha, gather the sisters. Heather has renounced faith. Have you seen my blood sister?" I asked after stepping behind her.

"Outside with the grave." Odetha nodded and went in search of the others.

Shalona entered the kitchen with Angelis and I told her about Heather's decision. The look of horror moved thur her pale features as she rushed out of the room.


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Shalona

I was happy with my son's newest tricks and went to the kitchen to get him a cookie when I saw LaVonda. I noticed that Odetha was moving into the main room to speak with the others.

"Something wrong?"

"Heather. She has fallen in her faith of Gaia. She cast her blood on the altar."

I paled at that for it was a great sin to cast blood at Gaia except when protecting her treasures from non-believers and dying. I excused myself and rushed to the prayer room.

"Tell me what I have heard is untrue!" I grabbed her shoulders.

"I can not." Her voice cold and distant.


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Mynia, Tersa, Jasmine, and Katra

They were in the main room playing with the children and aiding some in walking about the room.

Odetha relayed the recently learned events and they nodded in response on meeting in the prayer room to confront Heather.

"Do you think she'll really be whipped badly?" Tersa asked.

"Without a doubt, knowing Toya." Jasmine replied.

Katra turned and stepped into the nursery and spoke to Catherine. "We are called to the prayer room. It seems that Heather has been caught in an act of disobedience, the family has been called and Toya is requested to bring a whip."

Catherine rushed from the room as Mynia went in search of Jubilee.

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Odetha

I gave the news to all that I saw before going into the prayer room. I saw the blood on the altar and knelt next to Heather. "Is this a fact that you chose to defile Gaia's temple in our home?"

"yes," Heather didn't look at me but I knew what she was doing. I also knew that the law would require us to punish her under the whip until she recanted her words.

"Have you taken of food or water, this day?"

"no," She began rocking as she prayed mentally.

"You still can recant. I can be your ears of admission. You need not everyone to hear you when the whip falls!" I wanted her to change her mind desperatly.

Just then the others started to mill into the room and hear Heather's voice clearly state. "I no longer believe that Gaia exists." Then spit on Gaia's face. I nearly fainted on the spot as the others gasped in horror.

 

[landiek]

I came into the room after Odetha and was shocked as well by Heather's change in reverence.

"Why are you acting this way?" I asked as I knelt to help Odetha.

It seemed unbelieveable that anyone would fall away from the loving grace of Gaia. It was how I was taught as was the others. I wanted to protect Heather from her foolishness but yet there was something else that seemed to frighten me even more. How far would things go in her punishment when LaToya arrived if our Master didn't intervene?

 

[kittykateater]

My ladies phoned me, all upset. They fought over who would talk to me, and I only got a few words from each Daughter of Passion before another would snatch the phone away. Gradually, I pieced together the tale of Heather, who was new to our home. I didn't know her well, but I gathered that she was being highly disrespectful to me, to the Gaian organization, and to our sacred precepts and teraditions. Catherine was nearly in tears as she begged me to come home and restore order. Other voices battled to tell me the same. Then silence. Gradually, sniffling, each of my fair Daughters calmed her voice enough to each tell me how they love me, how they miss me. how they need to feel me in them. Catherine was, as usual, the most forward of the bunch, saying how desperately she needed to suck on my hard cock again. As her Master, oh yeah, I really minded hearing THAT!

Catherine also expressed concern for my own welfare. Despite the chaos at home, she hadn't forgottenm that the purpose of my trip was to get royally chewed-out by the higher-up powers within the Gaian organization.

"There are things afoot right now, Catherine," I began mysteriously. "things you can't even imagine. Things that will change our lives forever, in new ways, and I hope in very good ways."

I heard some clicking and buzzing on the phone line as Catherine asked, "What things, oh Master?"

"More I cannot, more I dare not, tell you on the phone right now, my sweet Catherine. The walls have ears."

"Don't be silly, Master!" I heard Jubilee giggle in that sexy, cock-stiffening way of hers. "Walls don't have EARS!"

"It's just an expression, Juju!" I laughed heartily. "Oh, HONESTLY! How do I miss your innocent silliness. I wish I could rush home right NOW, to your embracing, welcoming arms, to your sweet innocence, to your silly charms."

She giggled again, guilelssly, sexily.

"Mmmm!" I purred. "Better stop that gigling or I'm gonna tear a hole right through the front of my pants."

"Ohh, what we wouldn't give to see THAT, Master!" I heard Catherine, Juju, and several others purr.

"Believe me, I miss every one of your amazing pussies, every bit as much as you all seem to miss my big, hard cock. I need a few more days to settle some details here, then I promise, I'll be home. To restore order to our household. And to have the biggest, hottest, best, most wonderfully amazing love-fest you girls have EVER had!"

"I can hardly wait" my ever-loyal Daughters and I all chimed in unison, as we hung up the phone, to each return to our sacred Gaian duties.

Some of the more radical Masters and I had much work to do in very little time, if our dreamed-of liberal Gaian sect was to ever get off the ground. Certainly, there would be discipline within our new ranks...I had just heard over the phone about how bad things can get without discipline...but it would be a discipline grounded in love, not in anger, not in a need to control. It would be a 21st-century definition of discipline, not the old 12th-century ways, and yet reverting to the root of that word, "disciple," teacher-and-student, not abuser and abused. Respect for our ladies bringing back respect from them 1000 fold.

Yes, plots were afoot now, a fresh new wind was blowing through the painful and stuffy ways of tradition-bound Gaia, and exciting new adventures lay ahead. We liberal Masters knew that we would lose a few of our Daughters who could not break with strict traditions, and these few Daughters would probably leave our houses in favor of stricter, more-traditional Gaian homes. But for those who stayed, a great life lay ahead. And for we Masters who earn our respect from love rather than from fear, amazing sexual adventures were sure to lie ahead, too. For we had all learned one truism of the 21st century that those stuck in the 12th century weill NEVER understand: if you are kind and generous to your women, sweet and attentive to their needs and desires, they will be amazingly generous to you in return, and nowhere is that truer than in the bedroom!

A man's G-string that I bought at a sex-novelty shop, to wear for my homecoming to my Daughters of Passion, very neatly summed up the attitude of our new liberal sect. Emblazoned across the tiny front patch that I knew would inadequately cover my male equipment, were the highly-appropros words: "Don't BE a pussy. EAT one!" That could almost be the official motto of the bold, brave new sect we were organizing.

 

[angels1stdying]

When Master Dies

OOC - Thanks I'll try to be as bratty as possible to play the role of Heather, Toya.

I walked into the room where I could hear LaVonda's weeping. I stared at the alter and Gaia's likeness. I found myself in deep thought as everything seemed to crash down on me.

"I wish the Master would return." I let out a long sigh. I had ignored what LaVonda told me as I said. "Now that I have turned eighteen, I desire to follow the will to lie with my Master. Yet I can not obey that command for he has left us." I stared at the wall with all the pictures of women serving men as LaVonda made the truthful reason clear.

"Sometimes I feel as if she doesn't listen or feel that I deserve an answer." I admitted as I stared at the alter making LaVonda rebuke me. "I can't... they are on my heart." I was mad now as I felt more and more unworthy of my place within the circle.

LV's words just seem to hang in the air as I replied, "yes." I made a choice and bit my tongue and felt the blood well on it and spat at Gaia's likeness. LaVonda became furious and slapped me down flat. I knew that I had sinned greatly and deserved the punishment that would befall me. I just didn't care anymore.

She left and I laid there sobbing. Not for what I did but how I would be treated for my actions.

Shalona came in and asked "Tell me what I heard is untrue!" Shaking me hard by the shoulders.

"I can not"

Odetha was next and our talk was short as I remained adament about not recanting but as the rest came into the room I finally said the last statement that would bring distress to my sisters. "I no longer believe that Gaia exists." With that I spit at the alter once more and the others gasped in horror. I was sealed to my fate now.

LaToya removed me from the room and had me bound in a punishing manner. She then left the room with the others. Perhaps leaving me to reflect on my foolishness.

I waited for the punishment. I found it unbearable to be in kneeling submission and not knowing when the whip would slice my flesh for my disobedience. My willfulness was as crimeful as shooting at the President of our nation. I refused to cry though, I refused to let my upbringing relent me to something that I felt betrayed over. Maybe it was the eight years that I was here waiting to come of age and being denied my birthright of shedding the virgin wall that separated me from the others as true daughters of Passion.

 

[landiek]

I tried to explian that I was more worried at what Toya would do in punishing Heather then the great weight that hung over me with his absense.

"Should Toya weild the punishment, Master Joe? Oh Master I fear I shall never see you again. My heart aches from your presense being so far away. It and flesh yearns to serve you, Master Joe." I struggled not to cry over the phone line but it was no use. I handed the phone back to Catherine as my tears fell. I missed him so much but I knew as well as the others did that he had to convince the counsel that he was a lawful follower.

 

[takesa2ndtaste]

During Heather's time alone many things began to happen while Master Joe was away. Three Elders from the Temple made more frequent visits.

This was highly unusual as none of us knew whether to refuse them or not. Because they were high arcs to the Temple it would be disgraceful to refuse their needs, thus becoming displeasing to Gaia. Yet we had no rebuke to not obey them by our Master and Master Squireshire had never refused their requests in the past.

I bid them welcome to the home and knelt before them in reverence. "How may this woman serve thee?"

"Go fetch your sisters so we may view the bounty that Gaia blesses this house with, child." The one spoke kindly.

"this woman, can only bring those in comfort, Lords. One is in punishment and can not bring such joy to the hearts of Man." I replied honestly.

The red haired man, Connell was a known one. He pulled up my chin to gaze in my eyes. "Truthfully dark one, she is in punishment."

"yes, Lord." I could feel my knees knock as his touch sent shivers thur my body.

"Whatever for, daughter?" The third asked.

"I know not, I was not the one to witness her act." I trembled for a few moments. Unsure on how I was to obey their wishes while they questioned me further.

Jnalda entered the room and smiled at the new faces. I mentally groaned as she was still young and was told not to come to the front rooms for reasons like now. She matched her mother's beauty and like many of the females was told of the time that she too would take her place in the sacred circle of Daughters of Passion, but now wasn't the time.

"Jna, go quickly and fetch Catherine. Tell her that Lords of the Temple have come to visit and call the sisters. We must show honor to our guests as Gaia wills." I looked back at the Elders. "i pray not to disobey, but if this woman sends her, i may serve your needs more quickly."

"You worry, dark one?" Connell asked.

"yes, Lords. Our Master is not in hearth. It is my desire to always be pleasing to Him." I replied as Jnalda finally left the room.

"Yes, we know that, daughter. We had been told that many of you no longer wear your symbols of deity." The third remarked. "Disrobe so I may see if this is truth."

I trembled as I removed the light-weight gown that covered my flesh. I had not known of any symbol that represented Gaia that was upon my flesh.

He stepped forward and ran his finger along the cross on my chest. "I see you still bare yours, daughter."

"Yes, Lords.... as do all of us that Master Squireshire kept as his chosen daughters." I spoke quickly as I felt the dampening effects by the closeness. The law required us to respond to the needs of Man. My body was conditioned and thus I acted in a manner that respected Gaia.

"What of the one that just left? Does she bare the symbol?" He asked.

"Nay, Lords. The Father can not Master the daughter of thine own flesh. Tis a sin to Gaia and would cause great turmoil upon His house and allow Loki to enter the sacred temple of the hearth." I trembled as I answered that question.

His hands moved over my flesh. My enlarged bosom brought him great pleasure as he kneeded the aerolas. I shivered again as my nerves sent fear to my thoughts. I had not been told to disobey and yet I felt as if I was sinning against Master Joe by allowing this to happen. My heart began to pound louder as he mauled the nipples.

"What is your name, daughter?" He moved one hand down to my sex, and touched the dampness with a grin. "I would know the female that serves me by name."

"LaVonda." I replied as his fingers splashed in the wines that graced my sex and awaited his choice of pleasure.

 

[katra_tyr_b]

Odetha

It was done too quickly. LaToya took Heather into the room and shut her away. I felt sorry for her as I had been in such punishment many times and more extreme then hers. I was bustled by Toya's directions that Heather was to stay in there for three days.

I went after the others slept and cleaned Gaia's face with my tears. I worried that the other children would suffer greatly from our changes.

Often times I wondered if they understood most of the antics of the household. There were twelve children that belonged to Master Squireshire before I came and some of them were destined to be Daughters of Passion as well. This wasn't counting the babies born this year either. Yet I believed that Master Joe would never allow them to go to the school that I had.

I watched as Sjanda took careful steps across the floor and played with Hannah. All our babies were special and time was their present fate. How I wished that Master Joe was here.

 

[angels1stdying]

I looked up when LaToya entered the room. My eyes still glazed with my anger that I was unable to acheive my rights as a Daughter of Passion.

My heart sank when she said Master Spirelli made no remark to my actions or punishment. Was he that cold to me? I wept large tears but forced myself to stay silent as Toya continued.

"You can still recant now as I shall hear your words." Then sighing sadly. "For when the sun sets it will be too late unless you speak with an Elder or Master Joe before the sunset in three days. This day is a Second Day, you have until the Fifth Day. I pray that your confinement to the cross gives you the wisdom you might invoke."

She took me to a room I had never seen before. In the center stood a X cross with chains and restraints. I shivered as I gained instant knowledge that I was about to get my response of actions. My clothes were stripped away as nothing would deter my anguish.

A bar was lowered and my wrists placed in the restraints. Toya checked for signs of breakage before she pulled a chain and I was lifted slightly until the ball was still resting against the cool tile floor. It made me think of how my foot felt in my first pair of high heels shoes. Yet I wondered how I would endure that for three days! My shivering body soon sensed the wailing in pain that was associated with this room. I could hear the wailing of ghosts that came before me and I gulped hard.

I didn't see where Toya went but I heard her feet pad across to somewhere behind me as the wood at my back became scratchy. I stared at the bleakness of this room. Nothing in it but this cross and a table with one window that was draped by a thick dark curtain.

When I could see Toya again she showed me a flogger. I quivered as the realism of punishment was sinking in to my nerves. She put it in the crook of my arm and opened the curtains to show the sinking of the sun.

"I shall begin when the sun touches the hillside and continue until it falls from sight or you recant. Once the darkness shines on the land, you shall be here until Friday, unattended unless I am lead by Gaia to see to your needs. I pray you ate well on the last meal for you shant get one until the third sunset."

My belly rumbled as that final reminder would truely bring a sorrow to my punishment. My mind rattled to think how long does it take for the sun to fall under the land and the moon rise and shine on the earth.

My eyes was watching the sun move to touch the land and as Toya said, it began. The flogger hissed as it sliced the air before leaving deep stings on my bare flesh. The impact caused my body to turn so that I would receive strikes on any and every part of my body. I bit my lips to keep from crying out as the second landed around my ass cheeks and the tip tapped my clit. Pain shot up and spread a firey rush then every nerve. After several strikes a scent of musky arousment filled my nostrils and I released the sob that I was keeping in my chest as I could tell the sun had finally reached the last ray. My punishment was over and I ached nearly everywhere. I could feel the drizzle of sweat and blood as my twisting stopped. LaToya reached up and snapped a stopper so my body wouldn't make the chain twist up and force me to swirl in circles. Then she put the flogger away and left me alone in the darkness.

Now I cried in pity for myself as the stars glistened in the night sky, the night vigile of a spoiled slave.

 

[Master1stgirl]

I explained breifly about Heather's actions and the consequences of her misconduct.

I asked if I was to administer judgement. Which would hardly conpare to the actions of the Temple Elders had one been present and witnessed Heather's defileing the alter.

Since I had not heard any word one way or the other, I decided to stay her thrashing for three days. That way Master Joe would be able to decide how many cracks she had warrented.

I walked back to where Heather was waiting and informed her of my decision. "Our Master has made no judgement at time but shall think three days before I take the LAW's command."

Her eyes looked at me with large tears.

"You can still recant now as I shall hear your words." Then sighing sadly. "For when the sun sets it will be too late unless you speak with an Elder or Master Joe before the sunset in three days. This day is a Second Day, you have until the Fifth Day. I pray that your confinement to the cross gives you the wisdom you might invoke."

Once more she made no voice and so I took her to the Cross and cuffed her in place. She would be on the ball of her feet and arms stretched upwards to the bar that hung between the two arms of our cross. The large blonde wood X, stood looming as the scent of pain came up as spirits to taunt it's newest captive. Old blood was still etched into some of the scratches that was reminders of others before Heather. I thought that mere sight might insight a change of mind and heart but still not a word. I reached over and opened a box on an ashe table. Slowly I withdrew the flogger, it held many a memory for me and my early years. I moved it under my nose and mentally recalled the way it made me cry. I also remembered that since then I found a great pleasure in it's touch prior to becoming excessively pleasing to Master Squireshire's sexual appetites. Something that I longed for once again but Master Joe was very different from Master Squireshire and I could not rebuke him for not allowing me that pleasure without more painful consequences. I kissed the twelve tails softly before bringing it back to Heather's view.

I laid it on her bent arm and opened the curtains to show the horizon. "I shall begin when the sun touches the hillside and continue until it falls from sight or you recant. Once the darkness shines on the land, you shall be here until Friday, unattended unless I am lead by Gaia to see to your needs. I pray you ate well on the last meal for you shant get one until the third sunset."

(I thought it posted last time, thanks Angel for telling me)

 

[kittykateater]

The Elders were finally finished interrogating me and the other Masters who thought it was about time that the Gaia tradition left the 12th century. Not a one of us had cracked. While not promising to toe their overly-harsh line in violence toward our beloved Daughters of Passion, we had also not given them what they wished to hear, evidence of some conspiracy that honestly does not exist.

One of the Elders told me "Go. I grow weary of thee." Several other of us liberal Masters later told me they were dismissed with pretty-much the same comment.

If the Elders wanted conspiracy, now the game would be afoot. We all met up in an old warehouse that I had used years ago in police sting operations. Remember, I was a police sergeant when I first met the Daughters of Passion and Catherine persuaded me, with her considerable charms and sexual skills, to step in to replace the lately-departed Master Timothy Squireshire. A girlfriend had only shortly before introduced me to teh ways of Gaia, and thanks to Cathereine, LaVonda, LaToya, and a few others, I had been learning their ways. And then, too, the graveyard incident, when Squireshire's ghost had literally leaped down my throat, had enabled me to get personal instruction from the late Squireshire himself.

I had found much about Gaia to like, but the 12th-century tradition of brutality toward our women was something I had never, could never, bring myself to accept. I had seen far too many brutalized women in my years as a cop, to participate in this aspect of Gaia now. And in being called before the Elders, I had met a dozen more like-minded liberal Masters. It seemed appropos as Gaians in a nation run by Christian fanatics (none more fanatical than our man in the White House), that our new sect was being organized by 13 men, like Christ and his 12 apostles. The symbolism of that number, of our new beginnings, was not lost on any of us 13 liberal Masters. Then, too, the charter we all hammered out in that warehouse, was reminiscent of Martin Luther establishing Protestantism in a Catholic-dominated Europe. We were on teh usp of a historic new moment, and we all knew how imporrtant it was to make our plan work: to keep the finest of Gaian traditions, such as reverence for Mother Earth and enjoyment of sexualk pleasure--while scrapping the darkest aspects, such as the nearly-nonstop violence and brutality. Failure is not an option for any of us now.

And now here we were, all of us rebel Masters, meeting in a long-forgotten abandoned warehouse in an old part of town that nobody ever visited anymore. Hours melted into days, days into weeks, as we hammered out the code of our new Gaian sect. We would keep many of the traditions: our women live to serve us. But we would also serve them in a way, do anything to protect them from the harm of the outside world, from the harm of the more violent of the Masters. We would interact with our passionately sexy women only from love, never from anger or hostitility. Punishments would be admininstered only to help them learn, never from a desire for vengeance. And, as I had done, we would all provide our women with the basic skills they need to survive in the 21st century, not in the 12th: reading, basic arithmentic, cooking, cleaning...how to give pleasure to men, how to receive pleasure from us, and how to be pleasurable to each other. Ours would be a safe and loving environment that any woman could be proud and happy to belong to, even if not raised in teh Gaian traditions. And most importnat, any Daughter would be free to leave at any time, either to enter the larger world outside our doors, or to return to teh fear and violence of teh old ways with a less-liberal Master. We were all betting, based on our own experiences, that any Daughter of Passion so treated would choose to stay in teh wonderful, safe, loving, respectful, passionate, and openly-sexual environment that our new sect would provide to them. 21st-century Gaia would be a belief system, a value system, women would openly embrace as Daughters, and men too would be welcomed as new Masters, if they had the right attitude toward women and accepted our instructions in teh best of the old ways and the finest of the new traditions we would be stablishing. New liberal Masters migth bring even more fresh ideas into a lifestyle gonestale with too many centuries of violence and cruelty.

Through all of this, I was in daily contact with the house. For the security of all of the Masters organizing our new liberal sect, I could not tell my Daughters of Passion where I was. But I monitored closely the visit of Elders who tried to take the pleasure from my Daughters, that they well knew was mine and mine alone to enjoy. And I monitored the punishment of those of my ladies who, having not yet earned the title and status of a Daughter of Passion, were in open rebellion and defiantly questioning the ways of Gaia. I had to tread lightly here, for to some, it might appear that I too was in open rebellion against the Gaian ways. In truth, though it might appear so to some, I was simply trying to breathe fresh air into a Gaiana tradition gone stale. I believe that treating my women with love and dignity, not with cruelty and violence, will INCREASE not decrease their level of servitude to me as their Master. I had seen the truth of this belief in my very own home. Catherine, LaVonda, LaToya, and especially Jubilee--ah yes my sweet wild crazy luscious always-willing-to-pleasure me, always willing to have me pleasure her, sweet, sweet precious Jubilee. She was living proof that our new ways work better than the old: she was more fiercely loyal to me, than any physically-abused Daughter ever had been to any Master in 10 centuries of physical violence toward women. Even those steeped in old violent ways, had now come around to my viewpoint and would do anything for me now.

At last, the day came to go back home to all of my Daughters of Passion, and all of their young children--OUR children: Squireshires, the Daughters, and mine. It was time now to put my house back in order, and to bring all of the girls into our new liberal sect.

Catherine greeted my at the door, naked, hands on her hips, a look of too-long-denied lust twinkling in her eyes. She dropped to her knees in worshipful reverence to me, but I quickly learned that this was not the only reason she had dropped to her knees. "Oh, Master!" she cried out. "My mouth, my lips, my tongue, have sorely missed the taste of thy divinely hard manhood."

One by one, the other Daughters entered the foyer just inside our front door. As if rehearsed, they each doffed their skimpy gowns and fell in revrence before me. Before I knew what had hit me, two doen soft feminine hands had gently but eagerly tugged my pants down around my ankles, and a dozen highly-skilled female tongues were flicking, flittering, and licking passionately at my bare thighs, my balls, my cock, and even my butt cheeks. One tongue even slid its way deep into my anus.

They were all in tears as they cried out, "Oh Master, we have missed thee something terrible awful!"

I gently pushed them each away. "Lie thee down like the spokes of a wagon wheel, with thy Master at the hub." They obediently did as instructed. "I aim to pleasure thee as much as thou all pleasurest me. For this is a new dawning." With that, I licked at one pussy after another after another. I felt like the luckiest man aklive now. For all of these amazingly beautiful, warm, wet, willing and eager psussies were mine and mine alone, each offered up to me freely and willingly, gladly, and each tasting sweeter, more delightful than the last.

"Oh, how I have MISSED thee!" I cried out in delirium, in ecstasy, as I savored the sweetest taste in teh universe. For there is no finer pelasure, in this life or the next, than the sight, smell, and taste of a kittykate right in your face as you eat thy lady to one thrashing, moaning orgasm after another after another.

"Wouldst thou enter us, sweet Master?" Catherine asked.

"Is that what thou all wanst of they Master now?"

In silent repliy, twelve right hands each took their turn encircling my cock and gently pumping me in her fist. As the one who had briought me into this house, Catherine received teh honor of teh first fuck now. And Jubilee, another great favorite of mine, was second. I came in each of the 12 tight pussies in turn, round-robin fashion, moving clockwise. After a half an hour, so as not to play favorites with any one Daughter, I resumed where I had left off and fucked them each again, gently, sweetly, lovingly, passionately, moving counter-clockwise through the spokes of teh wheel this time.

The punishment of the rebellious Daughter-wannabees, the attempt of visiting Elders to circumvent my authority and lay claim to those Daughters pledged to me and me alone, I could and would deal with all of that later. Right now there was lots and lots of young, willing female flesh to be eaten, and then to be thoroughly and mercilessly fucked...again and again and AGAIN! We had all been apart for far too long, and right now, we all wanted, wer all needed this reunion, this non-stop orgy of reacquaintance, to go well past the wee hours of the next morning.

At noon, I gave them one final instruction: each Daughter was to eat out teh other 11 pussies laid-out before me, until all 12 Daughters had each eaten-out 11 of her sisters.

I then explained to them about our new sect, and how all of this shared pleasure now made us all part of this historic new Gaian revolution.

And now it was time to boot out all usurpers of my authority from my own home, and to see to the just, fair, and appropriate punishment of all those Daughter wannabees currently in open rebellion against my authority. The whip might be used indeed, but wielded from love, not from anger or retribution. Wielded to impart knowledge and discipline, not to inflict pain. Wielded to heal our divisions and our differences, not to open new wounds. Wielded in the way a dominatrix wields a lash: to impart sexual pleasure, not brutal pain or disfigurement. For each lash would be followed by kissing away, and then fucking away, the sting. A lash to the shoulder blade would be only a surface cut easily healed and causing no permanent maring of soft lovely female flesh, and always followed by my kissing the lashed spot, then rubbing my cock against the surface wound and rubbing my explosion of come into the wound. Similarly, a swat of my hand on a bare female behind would always be followed by a kiss of soft female butt-cheek, a penetartion of the anus and rectum, an eplosion of my come to be rubbed deep into her bowels. In our New Order, this love, not brutality, was the way to earn a woman's loyalty and respect, and keep her loyal to the new and the old in the Gaian ways. My come in her flesh wounds, in her ass, in her pussy, would mark her as mine (and mine alone) for all eternity. And my gentle ways, my attention to her sexual pleasures, would keep her constantly wanting sex with me, and never with any other man. The way a Daughter of Passion SHOULD feel about her Master! Coing to me to humbly ask for sex at an hour of day or night, wanting it, needing it, and also making herself available to me any time I wanted, needed, and desired her. And being sexually open, loving, toward all of her Sisters in Passion who reside under teh same roof, wherther or not I am presnt to watch or participate. Making herslef available to her Sissters, seeking out her Sisters, whenever the mood for female rather than male flesh should overtake one of them.

This then would be the New Gaian way, in the 13 original liberal-sect homes, and in any others that cared to follow our new path.