When Brad and Joanna arrived at his room, Marie Colton's personal slave Lisa, was waiting for them. The dark raven-haired beauty with a tint of red highlighting her hair smiled. "Mistress Colton sent me to look after Brad." It was a simple declaration and Joanna didn't ask why. Taking the leash from Joanna, it was a silent but known fact, she was now in charge of Brad.
Joanna relinquished the leash and leaned up to kiss Brad on the cheek. "See you tomorrow stud," she laughed and then turned to Lisa. "Take good care of him. He is definitely going to be Mistress Marie's favorite."
"Don't worry about him and thank you for helping Mistress Jacqueline." Directing her gaze at Brad, she pulled on the leash. "Let's get some salve on those welts. Mistress Marie won't be happy if you are all marked up for tomorrow.
Brad knew it was pointless to ask about tomorrow. Joanna turned and walked away as if nothing happened between them today. He truly was a piece of meat to them. But what about Lisa? What was her game? Following her into his room, he smelled incense and heard soft melodic music. There were no signs of the erotic pictures and videos that had played constantly for the last few days. He didn't argue when Lisa ordered him to lie on the bed and began to soothe his welts with a raspberry scented balm. Brad relaxed and wondered if this was the only thing on Lisa's mind.
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The next day, he and Lisa drove to Mistress Marie's huge estate which seemed like a homecoming of sorts. He had been gone only a few days but it seemed a lifetime. The nagging thought at the back of his mind was, what was his role now that he was a committed submissive. While those thoughts jumped around in his head, he glanced at Marie Colton's slave, Lisa, driving the Mercedes. She was still wearing the white loose-fitting tank top she wore yesterday at Mistress Jacqueline's mansion. It was cut off just under her breasts, displaying her bare midriff. Even with the loose material, it didn't stop her taut desirable nipples from poking out of thin material. His gaze shifted lower to the tight shorts that didn't do much to hide her puffy sexual lips that protruded provocatively for his viewing pleasure, all of which brought back memories of yesterday.
As she maneuvered the luxury car through traffic, memories of yesterday and last night still reverberated in his mind. She had been sent to Jacqueline's mansion to oversee his final day. He remembered how her fingertips rubbed the salve onto each mark on his back and thighs, getting him ready for tonight. He smiled at the passing scenery, remembering how when she told him to turn over, she had a huge grin on her face.
His flaccid cock lay dormant but it would not be long. She took care to not touch his dormant muscle, applying the ointment on his thighs, careful not to touch or fondle his flaccid cock. Her fingers came dangerously close to touching the soft muscle a few times but as quickly as her fingers nearly brushed his member, she pulled them back, appearing to be all business.
But that all changed when she completed her task and then stripped off her tank top for Brad's viewing pleasure. Grabbing his flaccid muscle, she began to slowly stroke it. He asked her to stop, telling her how he got into trouble with Joanna earlier that day. But she had only smiled. " Mistress Marie commanded I take care of you and make sure your cock was in working order after being treated harshly by the two mistress'. She wants you in tip-top condition for tomorrow night."
The words had echoed in his brain. What was so special about tomorrow night? But then her dark raven colored hair hit his abdomen when her lips took the crown of his cock into her mouth. He looked at Lisa when they stopped at a red light and was rewarded with a sweet smile. It was clear she was thinking of yesterday too.
She had taken her time adoring his cock, kissing the entire length before sucking each of his cum-filled balls. He remembered how she worshipped it, as if it were some sort of religious object. Even now, he could feel blood flowing to his muscle just thinking of what they did together for sexual pleasure. He could still hear her lustful moans when she finally mounted him.
If he had any doubts she was not thinking of the same pleasure, it incinerated when her hand slid into his lap, clutching his semi-hard muscle. It was apparent they were both reliving the carnal pleasures without interference of mistress' and other slaves. Driving carefully, she reminisced how she rode his stallion-like cock. It filled her completely and she rode him for a long time, enjoying the feeling of not having to share him with the other slaves the way she did at the auction. Ever since that first day, when she laid eyes on him, she waited for Mistress Marie's blessing to have him one on one and she wasn't about to waste a minute of pleasure.
They both lost track of time, frequenting changing positions, trying to prolong the ecstasy. Their kisses, filled with hunger, lips crushing against lips, tongues fighting, fingers massaging, twisting nipples listening to the howls of unbridled lust. But physical needs took over and when it was over, they cuddled in each other's arms, allowing the moment to consume them. Afterwards Lisa told him how she came to be a slave to Marie Colton, telling him about her duties as Marie's private secretary and most importantly how she accepted the role of a submissive.
Brad listened with awe at the easy nature she was speaking about being a submissive. He had fought it but, in the end, he knew he was a submissive too. There were still some doubts about how he was going to fit into Mistress Marie's stable of slaves. Lisa chucked as he poured out his concerns. When he asked why she seemed so flippant, she told him she had the same doubts and concerns. Trying to put his mind at ease, she told him how he would continue to tend to the landscaping needs of the estate. He would be free to go wherever he wanted but when Mistress Marie wanted him for sexual play, he had to submit to her totally.
They were both shaken from their daydreams when Lisa turned into the drive and approached the gilded iron gate. She always thought it was ostentatious to have such an entrance but then Marie Colton was anything but shy about her money and power.
Arriving at the front portico, Brad saw Marie waiting for them with a woman on her right side and Jacqueline standing in the drive. He didn't' recognize the other woman and when Lisa put her hand on his arm, she whispered, "Thank you for yesterday and that other woman is Angela Morales. She is Mistress Marie's special guest tonight."
Jacqueline waited for the car to stop and then opened the car door for Brad. She had a wide smirk on her face, eyeing his well-toned body. "Well," she murmured, looking up and down his strong torso. "It looks like you have our Brad in good shape for this evenings activity."
Lisa smiled at her other mistress. "Yes, Mistress Jacqueline. I think he is quite ready for Mistress Marie and her guests."
