Where is my naughty slavegirl?

[ShyGuy68]

The master gets home, and wonder why his naughty slave isn't kneeling at the front door as she it supposed to do. Where is she??

 

[Hecate]

A soft rush of water is to be heard from the first floor, then followed by a little surprised shriek as the door falls shut with an audible bang.

The nude girl immediately turns off the shower and listens - anxious to hear more noises betraying her Masters early arrival ... she hears him call her name .. and with the drops of the abruptly finished shower sparkling on her smooth milky skin, only dressed in a cloud of the sweet bathing essence she used she hurries out of the bathroom and down the flight of stairs.

With a soft moan she throws herself at the feet of her Master... „Welcome Sir, I am sorry .. I didn’t expect you home yet .. you said you’d be late .. and .... I wanted to be specially pretty for you Sir ... „

Her full ample breasts were heaving and falling with her breathing and her big blue eyes were looking up at him with a pleading look - filled with adoration for the strong man towering her small and curvy form on the floor. Her full ruby lips shining and slightly open she anxciously awaits his words of forgiving her .. or announce his anger about not finding her kneeling at the door upon his entry ...

 

[ShyGuy68]

He looks at the slave without an expression on his face, so it’s impossible for her to read his face, and find out what he’s thinking. In his mind he’s thinking what a beautiful sight she is kneeling there all naked for him, and how much he adore here personality and body. He then says in a flat voice that doesn’t show any emotions either. “I will have to think about your disobedience for awhile, now go get me a drink I can enjoy while you are getting dressed in your required outfit”.

He walks into the living room, and sits down in the couch with the book he’s currently reading, but he can’t concentrate on his reading, since his mind is working on if he shall punish his slave or not. And in the case he chooses too, what the punishment shall be. Shortly after he have taken a seat the slave enter the room, and obediently kneels in front of him with a glass of his favorite red wine on a small tray in her stretched out arms. He saw her enter out of the corner of his eyes, but he isn’t showing her that he know she’s there. He let her sit with her arms stretched out for a bit, knowing that they are slowly starting to hurt, and she’s having troubles holding them up. When he can see that the tray are trembling and the glass of wine are dangerously close to falling over he takes it without a look or word to the slave.

She knows that her master is very upset with her since he doesn’t look at her, or talk to her. So as soon as he have taken the glass, she get up and walks to the bedroom, so she can get dressed in her required outfit.

 

[Merelan]

Once there she softly shuts the door...
Melanie?
And I peek out the bathroom door.
Oh God, how am I going to get out of here without him seeing me. I don't want him to hurt you baby, it's my fault.
I just had to come over and see you. My arms around you, almost crying. Kissing you softly on the cheek., one hand caressing your cheek.
Is there a back way out of here?

 

[ShyGuy68]

(OOC) Oh what an interesting twist Merelan, you are so wicked, and I like that!!

(IC)

What neither his slave or her friend knows, is that he have installed a hidden camera in the bedroom. He haven't done it because he doesn't trust her, but because it arouses him to watch her, and what she is doing when he isn't looking at her. He have even caught here masturbating too, and have never said anything to her about it since he doesn't want her to know about the camera.

He is very surprised when he see her and her friend. It's not the first time he see's Melanie around, and he have often wondered if she might be into the slave/master game too. As he see's them hug and kiss he for sure know that they both are bi, and it arouses him when he thinks about the possibilites it offeres.

He have heard them talk about the back door out of the house, and silently he moves to it, and stands in front of it with his arms crossed, and a very strict look on his face. He then hear soft footsteps approaching the door.

 

[Merelan]

Hecate whispers to me yes., and quietly we slip out the door and down the back stairs. All the time I am trembling and still half crying. I am so afraid he will find out and hurt you, yet if we are careful he won't.
Then, as we turn the corner...
He is standing there. So angry. He must have heard us talking.
I turn to run, but you hold my hand, and won't let go. You know him, know his anger, know his ways. You know running will only make the punishment worse. And I cannot leave you alone to face him, yet do not know what to say or do.
I know he is your master, you have explained that much to me. But I do not fully understand what this means, and it frightens me.

 

[Hecate]

Startled I look at my Master ... and I know there is no sense in running ...... and I can tell too - having been his girl for long enough - that there is something else smouldering under his apparently angry face ... heat - desire ... could it be he even liked the thought of having now another girl around? I can fell the tension - and without further thinking I pull Melanie to her knees next to me.

"Master, please .. it is all my fault - Melanie just came to see me ... you see, we are friends and all she wanted to see is if I was well .... you know Sir, she does not realise yet what it means to be happy in submission Sir... please Sir .. Master ... "

I can see Master look down on both of us with a still determined but less cruel smile ..."So - you plead for her slave? Want to take her punishment upon you? ... well - I guess it only is fair to put the burden on the two of you this time though ... Melanie? Is that your name?" Melanie only can nod in terrified silence and Master continues "Melanie and Hecate - you two - both back into the house now ... hurry ..... and Hecate , help your friend relax and then get her dressed accordingly - I think it was about time she saw and learned for herself the sweetness of submission so she stopps worrying about you .... Melanie - is that ok with you? I really think it was about time you shared this with your friend ... if you do not accept this it means you will leave now to never return again!" The stern and firm look had returned to Master's face and I felt Melanie's hand tremble in mine .. but looking at her I was not too sure if it was from fear or anticipation. I closed my hand around hers a little harder - asking her silently to agree - too much did I want to be with her .. and I knew Master would treat us well - he always had treated me well and fair - even though his mind was wicked in working out punishments sometimes... but I so far had enjoyed each of them in the end .

I feel Melanie tremble before she silently nodds in agreement and we both hurry back to our feet and up the stairs, followed by Master, who then locks us into the bedroom with the last order "I'll be back in about 60 minutes you two - you better be ready by then for you punishment!!"

Melanie and I hear the front door fall shut and we both sink down on the bed in each others arms - starting to slowly caress each other in a comforting way - anxiously awaiting Master's return ... wondering what he will come up with for their educatin and punishment.

With a sigh Hecate pulls Melanie into her arms and softly kisses the trembling lips - reassuring her friend that everything will be allright in the end before they curl up in a heap of soft skin and tender flesh on the bed.

 

[Hecate]

OOC: Uhmm – I promise I will try to make my posts shorter – I just got carried away with this one I am afraid ...

IC:
After the initial shock of having been caught had subsided, Hecate pulls Melanie closer into her arms.
“Listen darling, there is no reason to worry – to be perfectly honest ... “ Hecate felt a blush rush over her entire body, “... I have been thinking about having you here with me for more than once.”
Hesitating for a moment she then continues: “I promise you will not be sorry – and you know , I am pretty sure he will let you go if you ask him. But please Mel, please ... now that it has come that far, will you stay for now? I will help you relax so you can think about it ... “ and with these words Hecate gently starts to unbutton her friend’s blouse, softly kissing the cleavage she slowly displayed with each opening button.

It does not take long before Melanie lays stretched out on her tummy on the huge four poster bed, while the expert hands of Hecate with slow and strong strokes massage her shoulders and back. The scent of the vanilla essence fills the room and soon the relaxed moans of Melanie mingle with the soft humming of a content Hecate, only interrupted when a tender and lingering kiss is placed on the smooth skin of Melanie’s perfect body.

From the distance the chiming of a clock can be heard. “Oh ! Oh my god ! I completely lost track of time Melanie - darling.” The urgency in Hecate’s breathless voice is more than obvious now. “We better get ready now. I really doubt it would be wise to have Master waiting... “ and with a deep breath and a final kiss on the firm butt cheek of her friend Hecate climbs off the bed to disappear in a attached dressing room.

It does not take long before she returns, an almost child like and excited smile on her face and a pile of black and white lace and satin over her arm. With a giggle, reminding Melanie of a teenager more than an adult woman Hecate spreads her treasures in front of her friend all over the bed. “You know, Melanie ... I am so happy things turned out like that. Well – not that your first experience with Master will be related to disobedience and punishment of course, but that WE now can share this” and with those words Hecate takes Melanie’s hand to pull her up from the bed and starts to hand her one item after the other as she goes through the same procedure.

First a black lacy bra, cut low and more made to accent the breast with the pert nipples than give any real support in the fight against gravity, then matching lacy G-string panties and suspenders. Then the sheerest shining black stockings and high heels with an ankle strap - Hecate feels her nipples harden as she watches Melanie dressed like that ... so sensual and sexy, she more feels like undressing her again and sucking on those luscious nipples then handing her another layer of cloth to hide those treasures. With a moan and a sneak touch between her legs to soothe the throbbing desire that she feels radiating from there, she turns her attention towards the bed again, picking up two black clouds of petticoats and the black tight tops that go with them. With a giggle she hands one of them to Melanie: “I hope you like dressing in uniform darling – wait, you will see in a second what I am talking about! “ and with that Hecate’s head disappears in one of the large drawers, displaying a wonderful sight of firm butt cheeks and black lace, since the short petticoat is barely long enough to reach the middle of her thighs standing straight, but due to the stiff material just flips up whenever the wearer is bending over.

Finally she has found what she was looking for, and with a triumphant smile hides whatever it is she is holding behind her back. “Close your eyes darling – and trust me with the final touch please.” With a sigh Melanie does as she is told... and after some fiddling around her waist and in her hair she is dragged through the room for a few steps to where she knows the full lengths mirror is situated. When Hecate tells her to open her eyes again, Melanie can’t suppress a gasp of surprise ... she is looking at the reflection of two incredibly sexy ... French Maids.

The all black outfit is now broken by the tiny white aprons that perfectly accentuate the slim waists, on their heads the white lacy bow adds a touch of innocence. Around her beautiful neck Melanie notices a black velvet band, decorated with a white rose slightly to the right, which seems to take her back in time on a nostalgia trip to the France of the 19th century ... but most breathtaking is the whole sight in combination with long slim, almost endless seeming legs that end in the outrageously high heels and betray the innocence and purpose of the Maids.

With a excited laugh Hecate pulls her adorable friend into her arms and then spins Melanie around herself and tells her to look into the mirror while moving. To her surprise Melanie notices that with each sway of her hips she just shows a hint of the stocking tops.

“Oh darling – you are soooo lovely, I am starting to get jealous – for Master seeing you like that and not only me as much as for you serving him since I know he will just adore you!” With those words Hecate pulls Melanie against her – and the mirror (and the hidden camera) shows the scene of two equally beautiful and dangerously sexy French Maids entangled in a most passionate kiss.

 

[Merelan]

We lean into each other, crushing the costumes you have just attired us with.
I want so much to stay with you, to get to know you... to love you. But I am nervous, and you sense this and pull away. Besides we are out of time. He will be waiting, and we don't want him upset on my first day.
So you give me one last hug and kiss and lead me out the door.
As we descend the staircase you warn me not to say anything till he tells me I can. To try to relax and enjoy giving in to my true submissive self.
You walk ahead, and it's lucky you do, for I trip on the heels you have me wearing and stumble down the last few steps and fall to my knees at the bottom.
Laughing at my clumsiness I look up to you, and realize you aren't laughing, and neither is he.
Standing I try to apologize, but remember your warning.
His eyes sweep downwards, and mine follow.
Oh.. I tore my thigh highs when I fell. No biggie. But looking into his eyes, I realize maybe it is.

 

[ShyGuy68]

(OOC) I hope this didn't get to long either!

(IC)
After he left Hecate and Melanie in the bedroom, he quickly left the house and got downtown, to the little well hid away shop where he gets all the “toys” that he and Hecate use in their games. The owner of the shop recognizes him, and greets him with a nod, knowing that he know were all the different things are in the shop, so he don’t need any help.

He walks straight to the section with the clothes and accessories in leather. He lets his hands touch the different objects they have there, and soon find what he is looking for. It has been made with great care, and it’s obvious it’s the best quality. He brings the object to the counter, and asks the owner to gift-wrap it nicely for him.

A few minutes later he’s on the way back to the house, and he can see that he have plenty of time. As he walks through the door he’s wondering what the girls are up to, and he quickly walks into the living room. After turning on the TV he start to watch the feed from the hidden camera. He catches them getting dresses in the maids’ uniforms, so to play along with Hecates thoughts he decides to get into his stylish tuxedo. He quickly changes into it, and when he hears the bedroom door open, he positions himself at the bottom of the stairs.

As he watched the girls walk down the stairs, he gets almost breathless. They both look so stunning in their uniforms, and he is looking forward so much to playing with them. He then sees that Melanie trips and stumbles down the last few steps. He see that she have damaged the stockings, and he doesn’t think it’s a big deal, but it is the opening he’s looking for to punish her. So he put on his strict face and make sure his eyes doesn’t reflect the passion he have for the both of them, and as she looks up after inspecting the damage, he can see how surprised she gets about the look in his face, and that it scares her too.

The slaves then stand before him with their heads bend and their hands on the back, awaiting their orders. He looks at them and tells them that their uniforms have a serious flaw, and that he will have to take care of that right then and there. So he orders the slaves to turn around and bend over for him with their legs slightly spread, showing him their sexy butts and legs. As they stand like that, he first gets behind Hecate, and in a brisk move he pulls her panties down to the floor, so they lay around her feet. It only takes a few more seconds and Melanie is without panties too. He doesn’t show it, but he has noticed the sexy and so erotic smell from both their pussies, and it’s a real turn on for him.

Then he straightens up again, and orders the girls to do the same. He walks into the living room, and sits in his favorite chair again. It doesn’t last long before Hecate is kneeling next to the chair, pulling Melanie down too, making sure she is in the right position. He looks at Melanie, and tells here that now is the only chance she has to back out of this, if she doesn’t want to continue all she have to do is to get to her feet and walk out of the house.

Both he and Hecate wait with their breath held back, both hoping with all their heart that she decides to stay. He waits for a few minutes, even though it feels like hours. But Melanie doesn’t make a movement at all, just keep kneeling in front of him with her head bent and her eyes downcast.

After that break he announced that it’s time that Melanie gets her own special token that shows that she is his too command when he feel like it. She looks at Hecate with surprise, wondering what it is, but Hecate just smiles softly and nods, letting her know it’s a real treat.

He stands and walks behind Melanie, getting a package from a cabinet, wrapped in fine paper. He hands it to her and tells her to open it up. With shaking hands she opens it, and she’s very surprised when she sees an exquisite leather collar in the box. She had noticed that Hecate is wearing something much like it, but didn’t put much thought into it at all, just thinking it was a special kind of jewelry. She feels overwhelmed, and automatically feels it’s a very special gift to get from a master. Humbly she thanks her master for it, letting him know how grateful she is for the gift. He smiles and asks her to hand it to Hecate so she can put in on for her.

 

[Merelan]

Can this be true? Does he really accept me?
my hands tremble as I hand Hecate the beautiful collar. She smiles tenderly at me.
I lower my head so it's almost in her lap, pulling my hair out of the way.
She gently circles my neck with it and clasps it, her hand lingering on my neck. I am trying so hard not to cry. To not make a fool of myself in front of them.
I so want them to keep me here. Hecate is so beautiful, and he... Master... so sexy and has such a warm kind smile, I just want to please him.

 

[Hecate]

With a smile I take the collar from Melanie and while she lifts her mane out of the way I close it around her neck after removing the velvet band with the white rose. As I take my time closing it, I bend down, as if to get a closer look – and place a quick and secret kiss on her neck. Oh, I am so happy that she did not run – but I knew it deep in my heart. And I am grateful from the depth of my heart that Master was kind enough to not just send her away and punish me for seeing her without his permission.

The present itself proves to me that Master is not as angry as he wants to make us believe, and since we most likely are in for some punishment anyway, I feel brave and boldly take the chance to pull Melanie into my arms for a brief moment as she straightens her upper body again and softly whisper into her ear “Welcome, Sister”, then finally letting go of her with a stolen kiss on her ear, hidden from Master’s view by her hair.

Master has been watching us without a word during all this, and as I look at him now, even I can not tell what is going on behind his calm and neutral face right now. Looking at Melanie again I am surprised how incredibly sexy the collar looks on her – she looked delightful before – but this symbol of my Master on her, the visible sign of his dominance seems to enhance her beauty. I wonder if I only look half as desirable .. but instead of jealousy I only feel a burning desire start to grow inside me.

But then I return my attention back to our Master again, hoping he hasn’t interpreted my attention to my new slave sister as sign of neglect and lack of respect towards him.

I start to wonder what he has in store for us as I see one of those special devilish smiles creep up on his face ... and I trust I will find out soon if the tingling feeling in my pussy and my hardening nipples are any indicator for the growing erotic tension in the air.

 

[ShyGuy68]

Hecate doesn’t know it, but he did catch the intimacy between them, but he allows it since he knows he’ll have time to punish them later. For now he just tell them to go prepare his dinner, and serve it for him at the large dining table.

So as he awaits the meal being served, he sits down in front of the large fireplace, drinking a glass of red wine and reading a book. He doesn’t even seem to pay attention to the slaves as they set the table, but he is watching them out of the corner of his eyes. He hardly remember what he is reading in his book, his mind going over what will happen later in the evening.

 

[Merelan]

I am so nervous, yet try to hide it till we are in the kitchen. Though the door is left open, I try to attract your attention, but you are ignoring me. I go to the refrigerator, not knowing what he would like, or what was planned. This is all so new to me, and my hands and legs still tremble. Yet a secret part of me, the deepest part of my inner soul rejoices at the chance to finally be my truest self.
You help me by indicating the vegetable crisper. I pull out the makings of a salad, but need a bowl and knife. Looking in a few cupboards I turn and , without thinking, ask where they are. You swiftly place a finger to your lips, shaking your head, yet pointing to the proper cupboard. I find the bowl and you hand me a knife and cutting board.
I make the salad while you grill three very lean steaks. I also find some cheese and crackers and make a tray of them.
Somehow I am not hungry, just nervous about what the evening will bring, and where it will lead. I stand and watch you, so sure of yourself. Hoping his love and guidance will make me as beautiful as you are. You are the first woman I have ever really been attracted too. And the dance classes where we had met and become friends had only enhanced the attraction.
I can no longer help myself, you look so sexy dressed like that, and the occasional peeks I get of your cute bum and naked pussy makes me daring.
I wait till we are out of his sight and cuddle up behind you.
Please, I whisper... I need a hug. A kiss, he won't see, he is still out there.

[This message has been edited by merelan (edited 05-05-2000).]

 

[Hecate]

I hesitate – I know Master will not tolerate such a way of misbehaviour should he find out, and Melanie and I already are in for some trouble I am afraid ... but then again .. Melanie is so sweet, she smells so sexy and I can feel her breasts pressing against my body … When I hear her whisper so close to my ear my mind seems to switch off and I am prey to my lust and passion "Uhhmm – baby .. come here" I moan under my held breath .. and I pull Melanie into my arms for a kiss and hug … letting my hands slip under the short petticoats and skirt, caressing her inner thighs until she closes her eyes in abandon. My tongue is seeking hers and her slightly parting her lips for me to explore her mouth is more than I would be needing for encouragement.

Just in time I recall the steaks on the grill – Oh my god …! With an involuntary shriek I withdraw from the passionate embrace and hurry back to the grill to see how much damage has been done. I am well aware that Master is as sensual and serious about a excellent meal as he is about the excellent performance of his girls. I indicate to Melanie to come here and keep an eye on the steaks and to get back her calm and serene composure while I walk over again to the dining room – making the last adjustments to the table before I walk over to Master, and with a curtsy present him the wine to refill his glass. A I pour him some I can't suppress a shiver and my hand shakes under his inquiring eyes. I wonder if he does know how much Melanie and I are attracted to each other, that we are more than "just friends" ? Oh no, I think, he can't know – how could he? Or has he maybe seen us in the kitchen just a moment ago? I feel a hot wave of blood shoot through my body and up my neck, betraying some guilt by a delicate blush … and the hot moist tickle between my legs telling me that I love every minute of this evening so far.

 

[ShyGuy68]

While he has been waiting for the slave girls to finish the dinner, he has been planning the events for the evening. He has heard the sound of their voices a few times in the kitchen, and he also picked up the shaking of Hecate’s hand, and her blushing while she refilled his glass of red wine. He have the feeling it’s because she have intense feelings towards Melanie, and it doesn’t surprise him, since he know how much time the two women have spend together. He have seen them on the tapes he records of the bedroom from the hidden camera in there, several times. And often they have been busy with hugging, kissing and caressing each other. In his mind he’s thrilled that he’ll have to slave girls to command, and he’s also thrilled because the new slave is somebody Hecate seemingly cares about too.

Shortly after Hecate have refilled the glass, the dinner is served. The dining room is only lit with candles, and the long table is set with a plate at on end, and one plate at the side of the table, next to the Masters plate.

The master sits down, and after having looked at the two slaves starts to eat, as he motion that they can start too. Slowly they all eat in silence, enjoying the meal and the red wine. When they have all finished the meal, he pushes the chair back a bit from the table, looks at the girls and tell them to clear the table and get back to him in a hurry, because now it’s time for their punishment!

It doesn’t take long before the slave girls are kneeling in front of him with their heads bowed and their eyes downcast. He gets to his feet and as he walks around them he tells them what they are going to get punished for:

For Hecate not waiting for him when he gets home; for them trying to sneak Melanie out of the house; For Melanie tearing the expensive thigh highs; for Hecate hugging and kissing Melanie after she had put the collar on her without his permission; for all the loud noises they made in the kitchen.

“Hmm slaves,” he says “it looks like you’re in trouble now!” Then he walks to a big cabinet on the wall, open it with a key that he wears in a chain around his neck. Melanie sneak a view of what’s in the cabinet and take a deep breath when she sees all the different kind of “toys” there: Several dildos in different sizes and shapes; different kinds of whips, including riding crops; blindfolds; shackles; handcuffs and ropes.

He the turns around, looks at Melanie and says “Hmm what should I choose for your punishment, knowing it’s your first time!”


[This message has been edited by ShyGuy68 (edited 05-07-2000).]

 

[Merelan]

Looking like a scared rabbit. I gasp.
"Punishment?. Please. I didn't know. Please..."
But I see the look in your eyes and know I have deserved it. I have disobeyed, and led Hecate into disobediance too.
Taking a deep breath, I try to keep my voice steady. One tear rolls down my cheek. I keep my eyes on the floor.
"I have disobeyed you Sir. And worse, I have caused you displeasure with your love slave Hecate. I justly deserve my punishment. But I do not know what to suggest. Please don't be angry. I am young and naive and need your firm guidance and training."
At this I bow my head to the floor, my ass sticks up behind me, and due to the nature of the skirt, it is bare. At that you smile, a wicked lustful smile, which I cannot see.
You motion Hecate over to me, and she silently goes, knowing what she must do to please you.
I am silently sobbing and do not hear her behind me. Till she hits.
Her hand open and hard. Slap... slap... Once on each cheek. I jump up, rubbing to cause the sting to go, and am surprised it is Hecate. You know this hurts more then the slaps, knowing she didn't really put full force behind them.
"Baby... why?"
Then I realize what I have said. And drop back to my knees beside her, my cheeks still burning.
You glower down at us.
"Baby? First you dare to speak, and I did not tell you that you could get up. And then you call her Baby? And Hecate... my slave... my slut... what does this mean?" Knowing full well, you have us at an advantage, as you know our tenderness for each other. You stand there, your arms crossed, waiting to see if we tell the truth, or try to lie. Either way, you feel the excitement build, for in either answer, there is need for punishment and training.

 

[Hecate]

I bite my lips as I see Master motioning me over to Melanie. Oh how delightful she looks, quivering, pleading silently ... and for a split second I feel a rush of the delights of power surge through me as Master indicates it was time for smacking this wonderfully presented firm round butt cheeks invitingly awaiting the first blow.

But then I am becoming aware of what I am expected to do – to hurt my baby, my darling … but a quick reflection about my options reveals there is nothing I can do about it without making things a lot worse. If I refuse now, Master will know there is something more than just friendship going on between the two of us – and he mustn't know – not yet!

With a lot less than full force but just enough so Master would consider it a real smack my hand comes down on Melanie's buttocks .. once .. twice … and I see her jump. "Oh Baby – I am sorry .. but there is nothing I could do, understand? I had to .. and I was as gentle as possible … " I silently plead for her to just go along and take it in silence, my face and wide open eyes a plea for her to forgive me …

And then my heart misses a beat as she turns around to see it was me smacking her … and hear her call out "Baby … why..?" My mind races at the speed of light … what can I do – what say? Master looks down at me now – and it is another of the rare times I am completely unable to tell anything about his state of mind – and what is worse, I am not sure as to how much he REALLY knows about the nature of Melanie's and my feelings for each other.

"If I tell you we have this erotic longing for each other ... will you separate us for the punishment? Or will you use this knowledge and order us to torment each other knowing it will make us hesitate and more likely give reason for more punishment? And if I deny … ? What if you know all about us and I deny? Then for SURE you will not let us be together … oh my, oh my – what to do, what to say??" I am too occupied weighing out my options to realise I am offending again my hesitation and refusing an immediate answer.I only then notice that Master and my slave sister still are staring at me ... Master impatiently – and Melanie with the gaze of a wounded deer.

"Well, slut – I guess I need to help you thinking – and seeing that it worked well to get the truth out of Melanie .. bend over and raise that butt now!" I feel Master's foot come down between my shoulder blades – forcing me steadily and without giving me any chance for resistance to bend over and at the same time my bare butt is displayed by the flipping up skirt. With a stern look and nod at Melanie Master says "And you better smack her hard Melanie … else I will need to use a whip on her and you would not want that would you? .. and you won't stop before I tell you to! And I do not want to hear another word from you – you just do as you are told now … hurry!"

And with held breath I hear Melanie shuffle closer and then feel a hesitant, almost stroking touch on my right butt cheek. Immediately I feel my pussy flood with hot moisture … and then another almost caressing stroke of Melanie's little hand.

"Melanie !!!" Master's voice sounds angry now "I said SPANK not stroke!! Look at her – look at your slut sister ! See how wet she is getting? This is meant to be a punishment for you two … and I guess, seeing the way this one…" his foot presses my upper body firmly to the ground, thus making my butt rise even higher ".. is reacting, she is having way too much fun! Hecate! you still own me an answer … spread your legs a little! I guess I can read the answer I seek from those lips shortly if your mouth won't speak! And now Melanie – go ahead – and do it properly if you do not care to see your slut sister whipped!"

With these words master steps back – and gives me the freedom to take a deep breath and turn my head – shooting Melanie an encouraging smile wanting to make her see I can take it, even if she should put all her strength into it. And soon enough I feel Melanie's hand come down on my ass again .. and again .. and again…. until Master stops her and asks me again "Is there anything you want to tell me NOW about you two Hecate? And I better draw your attention to the fact that whatever you tell me it better be the truth .. since if your mouth is lying .. I know your other lips will be telling me the truth!" … and I know he is right .. and I know that the treatment Melanie had just given me had made my pussy soaking wet. No use in denial anymore.. and I look at Melanie and whisper "well Sir – we … do .. care deeply for each other .. in all ways" and with a blush I fall back into silence.

I feel Master's finger all of a sudden slide up between my pussy lips .. matter of factly, no feeling and teasing or such – just a simple gesture to see if I was lying or not .. and I am glad I didn't try to hide the nature of Melanie and my feelings for each other any longer.

I am at a complete loss though as to what the consequences of this "crime" may be .. and right now – do not care.

 

[Merelan]

All I can do is cry... the tears stream down my face. I hurt you.... you... the only one who cares about me. and then you speak, and I hear you admit to us. My god, what are you doing!
But I see him react, see his fingers slide so easily into you. It is then that I realize you liked the spanking. That it excited you more...
Then I see, as I watch him thrust two more fingers even deeper, and hear you moan and writhe in pleasure, that I enjoyed it too. Not hitting you, but when you hit me.
I can only stand and watch him fucking you harder and harder with his hand. I want so much to lower my pussy onto that mouth, that wicked naughty mouth. It is then that I realize exactly how wet and hot I am. That my hand, of it's own accord is fingering me.
He continues to fuck you, and you ride his hand... begging to cum...
My breath is shallow, my legs weak as I thrust two fingers into my aching pussy, my other hand reaching beneath the costume and finding my erect nipple. I fondle and squeeze them, knowing the sight of you will soon bring me to orgasm.
I try to still my voice, but you are so sexy... and the thought of him doing that to you, and to me... brings me higher... my hand quickly brings me to climax, just a small one, but I moan too loud and he turns.
I had thought he was angry before. But the look on his face is nothing to what I now see.
He stops his attentions to you and stands.
Pointing to the floor, I realize I did something wrong. I kneel before him, still hot... still wanting you. He lifts his wet fingers to my face and I lunge for them, but he will not let me have them. I smell your fragrance on them, want to taste them, but he wipes them on my cheek, and in my hair. Where I can still smell them, but cannot taste your sweetness.
"Little one still needs to learn. I am the Master. I am the only one allowed to say who cums and who does not.
Hecate learned and so must you."

 

[ShyGuy68]

What the two cheap sluts don’t know, is that the master is so excited about what is going on. He had the feeling about what was going on between Hecate and Melanie, but he also knows that it doesn’t take any of Hecate’s feelings for him away. As a matter of fact he’s thrilled that he now have to slaves to satisfy his every need.

After having rubbed Melanie’s face and hair with Hecate’s juices, and have promised Melanie a lesson in obedience, he stand still for a few minutes, looking at the two horny slaves on the floor. He knows that Hecate was on the edge for a climax, it was easy to feel on the way her pussy moved, and to hear on her moaning, as he was fingerfucking her. He then says “Hecate being that disobedient slut you are, it will last a long time before I’ll let you climax. Melanie, knowing that you have been even more disobedient and climaxed on our own, I don’t even think you deserve another climax!”

He walks around them, with his hands on his back while he says this, and with a very strict tone in is voice. Then he announces, “It’s now time to start your punishment, get to your feet and undress, but keep your bras and shoes on!”

The two girls shuffle to their feet and start to undress in front of their master. He notices how shaky their hands are, and he knows that the reason is that they are very excited for what is about to come. While they undress he walks to the cabinet and takes out some ropes and handcuffs. When the girls are done undressing, they stand in front of him with their heads bend, their eyes downcast and their hands on their back.

Commanding he says to Hecate: “Climb up on the table and lay on your back with your hands and feet pointing to each corner.” When she’s there he put some leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. He ties the cuffs to the tables legs, making sure she’s spread eagled on the tabletop, and that the knots won’t get undone.

He then take a pair of rings out of his pocket, it’s special rings that you put on the nipples, they almost looks like piercings, and they press hard on the nipples at the same time. He pulls the bra down under her tits, and then he places the rings on her already hard nipples. He gives her a final look and says “Slut, now you can lay there and watch me break in your girlfriend, watch me take advantage of her and use her in any way that I want!”

He then walks back to Melanie, who secretly has been watching him tie up Hecate, and she’s wondering what will happen to her now that it’s her turn. He takes her chin in is hand, lifts her face and say as he look into her eyes, “now it’s your turn slut, it’s time to start your lesson. Stretch out your hand so I can cuff them!”

Melanie stretches her hands in front of her, and he notices that they shiver with excitement. He put a pair of handcuffs on her hands. He pulls her to the corner of the room, and put a rope into a hook placed in the ceiling. He ties the rope to her handcuffs, and then he start to pull on the rope, watching as her hands lift above her head. Soon she is almost hanging on the hook, but still able to support her weight with her feet, even when her legs are spread apart a little. He looks at her, and is satisfied with his work.

He then walks to the cabinet, take something out of it and walks back to Hecate lying on the table with her legs spread and an open and wet pussy. Without any warning he slides an vibrating egg up her wet pussy, and set it on the lowest speed, he don’t want her to climax, but still wants her to be very close to it, to suffer for her sins.

He walks back to Melanie, and stands in front of her next to a table with all sorts of different toys on it, and a burning candle too. He looks her in her eyes saying “little one it now time to experience the pleasure of pain administered by your master”.

He then pulls the bra down under her tits too, so they are lift up high, as he's doing this, he notices that the nipples are hard already. With a wicked grin he takes the candle from the table, and slowly start to drip hot wax on her shoulders and chest. He let one hand slide down the back of her leg, down to her knee, and lifts it up, so he can drip the hot wax on it too. He let the drops trail their way from her knee up her leg, moving to the inside of her thigh. Melanie gasps as the drops of fire start to cover her body, but she also finds herself enjoying it. The master changes the distance the tip of the candle is from her body from time to time, thus changing how hot the wax is when it hits her body. He let her leg go and walk behind her, dripping the wax on her sexy butt, by now she’s moaning with excitement from the way he’s treating her. Soon he’s also letting the wax drip on her tits, the hot drops hitting her nipples. And as suddenly as he started he stops again, placing the candle on the table again.

He then with one hand removed the wax from her one nipple, and as his other hand caress the inside of her thigh, sliding towards the pussy, he lets his tongue tease her nipple, and suck on it. Suddenly he let a finger slide into her pussy, it’s hot and wet, and don’t offer any resistance at all, at the same moment he lets his teeth dig into her nipple, hearing her let out a muffled scream in pain as a response to his action.

 

[Hecate]

I do not notice what Melanie is doing – I do not notice what is happening around me in any way that could have been called conscious after Melanie has stopped her first participation in my education. Master is in that moments all that is real for me – his hands, his voice, and he knows that there is a part in my heart and soul that will always be his and only his, not endangered by the presence of Melanie in this new arrangement. But then I hear Melanie moan – and feel myself being suddenly bereft of the touch of Master's hand just as I am on the brink of orgasm. I watch Melanie .. see her eyes closed as she looses herself in the pleasure of her own treatment – and I envy her for I know I will be waiting for relief for a long time tonight.

When Master tells us to undress we hurry to obey – although he is not really cruel man I know we better not stretch our limits tonight .. and I would not want for my baby Melanie to be the object of his full wrath on her first evening. I do not know what I am in for in detail, but having been my Master's toy for a while already I do have a faint idea …

As I am then told I stretch out on the large dinner table, feeling Master securely fastening the shackles first to my body, then to the table legs. The polished surface of the table is hard and cold to my burning skin. I feel the oh so familiar wave of complete helplessness rush trough my body, but final complete surrender to my Masters superiority happens as I see him pull out the nipple rings I so much love and fear at the same time. The little silver jewels look innocent and yet they are a devilish device. I love them for they enhance the beauty of my ample full breast, underline the stiffness of my nipples … and I hate them for they make me aware of my vulnerability and because they keep the fire smouldering by the permanent and constant pressure in all my body so that I am even easier prey to my Master's games.

I close my eyes for a second as I feel the clamps being fastened on my hard and sooo sensitive fleshy nipples and can't avoid taking a deep breath as I feel Master giving me an approving last pinch and pull before he turns away.

I can not see Melanie from where I am tied up without straining my shoulders neck and head to the extreme, and so only now and then catch a glimpse of Melanie being tied up. I wonder if he has finished with me, thinking he might be wanting to dedicate his full attention to his new toy Melanie, and so I am caught by surprise as I see him come back to me, holding something in his hand, and although I am straining in my bonds I can not see what it is .. but feel the slow vibrations fill my gaping hungry wet pussy only an instant later – I know it is not meant to give me release .. but to keep me on the edge …

I raise my head again when I hear my slave sister moan loud and with surprise .. to see that Master is playing with her as he so often has with me … the voice of Master whispering to Melanie about the things to come – her moans of pain and pleasure alike .. I am desperately wiggling in my bonds being prey to my own fantasies. The numb pulsation in my nipples reflecting my speeding heart beat and the constant buzzing buried between my legs let me forget caution.

"Master, please … " my eyes are closed – I do not really know if I have moaned or called out … and I do not know weather I am asking for me, Melanie or actually the both of us.

 

[Merelan]

I have obeyed him without a word, scared not to. Thrilled and excited by his commands. When he handcuffs me and hangs me from the ceiling, I feel my body start to thrum.
He leaves me hanging there as he rummages in the cupboard behind me. I twist and try to see what he is doing but can only see Hecate's feet bound to the table.
He returns, with many items, some I cannot identify. And then he lifts the candle.
Oh God... no... I am terrified of fire. This cannot be happening to me. I turn and twist, trying to escape, moaning and crying. But he drips the wax onto my body. The pain, the heat. I cry, afraid to speak. Afraid he will hurt me for real if I tell him, beg him to stop.
Yet, all the time he drips it onto me, he runs his hands on me. And the heat, and the touch of his strong knowing hands, excite me.
In spite of my fear, or maybe because of it, I find myself getting turned on. My nipples are hard and he twists them painfully as he continues to drip the hot wax on me.
I feel my pussy getting wetter, and wish he would just fuck me. Get this torture over with.
Yet, in my deepest heart, I know, he will use me as he threatened. Take me and make me his utter slave. My body his, to tease and torment in any way he chooses.
And I want him too.

 

[ShyGuy68]

Suddenly as he’s letting his fingers play in Melanie’s pussy and sucking and biting on her nipples, he hears a muffled “Master please” from Hecate. He quickly pulls his fingers out of Melanie’s wet and tight pussy, pick up something from the table and walks over to Hecate. He bends down to her ears, and whispers, “Who gave you permission to speak slut, or was it on purpose because you wanted to get punished?”

He then stands up and start to let the soft leather straps of the whip start to tease her body saying, “I think you need a good whipping slut, so you can learn to behave as a proper slave!” With those words he start to whip her, letting the whip dance over her chest, breasts, belly, hips and the inside of her thighs. Hecate lets out a muted scream every time the whip come down on her body. The master knows it’s not because the whipping is causing her a lot of pain, because it’s designed to be gentle on the skin. But it still leaves thin red stripes on her body, and slowly her body is starting to turn a warm red where the whip have touched her.

“There you go slave, this is what happens when you don’t follow my commands!” he states, after he have stopped whipping her, and before he suddenly let hot wax drip down on her recently whipped body parts too. Slowly making a trail of drops from her neck, down through her cleavage, around her nipples, down over her belly, and on the inside of her thighs, close to her wet and open cunt.

He then as suddenly as he started stops, moves back to Melanie, and whispers to her, “now it’s your turn again slut, prepare for the second step in your punishment”. He then in front of her picks up a chain with a clamp in each end, and places them on her nipples. Melanie moans in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and as he looks at her, he picks up another item from the table. Melanie’s eyes open up wide when she sees that it’s a riding crop that the master is holding in his hands, flexing it in front of her. He beams her a wicked smile, and move behind here, and whisper in her ear, “now it all starts slut, and I don’t want to hear you scream at all slave!”

And suddenly he starts to whip Melanie’s beautiful formed butt, and even though he have warned her, he hear muffled screams from her. Since he knows it’s Melanie’s first experience with the whip, he’s very careful not to hurt her too much. He stops and admires her butt covered with the red stripes.

 

[Merelan]

Oh God... the hot wax hurts.. yet I feel wet and hot. Then his fingers thrust into my pussy, and he can feel how hot I am. That I am turned on by what he has done to me. His mouth bites down on my nipple... Oh God... the pain. It hurts so much. I cry out. I bite down on my lip, trying to muffle my cries. But it hurts, yet... a tingle spreads beneath it. It spreads outward making me arch my back to him for more. His chuckle is evil. He knows what he has done to me. What I am feeling right now. His fingers bring me close to climax, and my breath is shallow as I try to meet each thrust.
But, he leaves me. No!!! I need to cum. I hear Hecate moaning and realize he heard her too. I twist to see, and find I can almost see up to her pelvis.
What is he doing. Then I heard the sharp crack of his whip. It hurts me, even though it isn't on me. The sound of it, over and over again. Yet she doesn't cry out. How can she enjoy that? She must though. What if he hits me? Will I like that too?
He chuckles again, that low, sexy, yet evil laugh. Then he returns to me.
He pulls out a chain, and I cannot see what it is. His hand roughly grabs my breasts, squeezing them and twisting the nipple. They betray my lust and harden in his hands. Quickly he pinches on a nipple clamp. I thought the pain before was bad, when he bit me. But that was nothing compared to this. I can't breath, can't see through the pain. Then he attaches the other, and the pain is worse. Please don't, no more. I beg him with my eyes, but he reaches forward and pulls the chain, making the pain intense.
"Now it all starts slut."
Starts? This hasn't started? What have I done? I trusted her. She knows this is all new to me.
"and I don't want to hear you scream." these words echo. What does he have in mind? I soon find out.
And then crack. I cry out and try to swing away. Over and over he lays the crop against my ass. I try not to scream, but I cannot help crying My face is streaked with tears, my lower lip bleeding from where I am biting it to help with my cries.
Yet, again. That warmth spreads. The pain increases, yet I seem apart. Each crack hurts more then the last, yet.
I have to admit, I am even more excited. The pain he gives me, I know I deserve it. I was naughty. But please stop. it hurts!!! Yet he knows not to.
Oh God. I cried that out loud.
He stands back, drawing the crop across my sore red ass. He slides it between my ass cheeks and across my pussy lips. Unable to control myself I try to rub my clit on it. Needing release.
Please... please.. this isn't funny. I need to cum. Please let me cum. I will do anything for you. Please. Fuck me, hurt me, anything, just let me cum.
Please...... I am unable to stop the words from leaving my lips. Not caring for anything but my need to cum.

[This message has been edited by merelan (edited 05-08-2000).]

 

[Hecate]

I was struggling in my bonds – it was so different this time... Usually I would with a specific kind of mixed feelings between pleasure and pain rather joyfully take whatever Master would have in store for me, always save and cradled in the knowledge that he never would seriously harm me, aware that he knew about the things that would in the end excite me, sometimes knowing me even better than I knew myself. Sure, he would challenge me – but I would be rewarded with new knowledge about me as a result.

But all those times it had been him and me alone .. . but now... I hear my baby Melanie cry and moan, I hear her scream as the riding crop fills the air in the room with the distinct sounds of meeting flesh. Although somewhere in my mind I have to admit it does turn me on to now first hand see what I myself most likely was like all those times, it does scare me for Melanie. I start to wonder if I have made a big mistake – was she ready for THIS? She did trust me and now – I have given her to Master and there is nothing I can do to help her now... I do not want his to scare her away... if he should decide to let her go. And more I am afraid she would hate me for what I got her into ...

As she starts to now beg Master to finally let her cum I can not stand it any more – all he may be doing to me he has done before I think ... and I know I can take it .. for him .. and for her!

"Master please" my voice sounds loud and almost firm as I now deliberately call out "I beg you Sir – be gentle with Melanie, please ... she has been good hasn’t she? Please Sir, I offer myself in her place if you just please be gentle with her. I beg you Sir - make her happy, if it means worse for me I will accept it but please ..." I need to lay back down and regain my breath, too much have I been straining my bonds to look at my sister‘s beautiful tear stained face – and delicious she is in her helpless throes of desire and submission. In this moment I know I would do anything – everything – to see those two smiling at me with love and pride.