Cassandra fretted. She had brought so many lovely things herself. "What may I..." Anya cut her off. "Nothing! Master is very strict about this...you MUST wear what he decides upon!" Cassandra sat on the bed and Anya walked over to her. She sat right next to Cassie and took her hand. "Please...If you are like me, you will WANT to do all you can to please Master. He is not easily displeased. You came here to feel what it's like to let go...didn't you? To allow someone else to make all of the decisions...to decide when you eat, what you eat, where you sleep, who you sleep with, what you wear, even how you fuck or are fucked. Am I right?" Cassie turned and with a sympathetic look she planted a long wet kiss on Anya's lips. Anya did not resist and the two parted after a minute. Anya to do whatever it was she was supposed to do for the ensuing two hours, and Cassandra to ponder her presence and what she hoped she would achieve here.
Cassandra had just begun to drift off to sleep when she heard a faint knock on the door. It was Anya. "What? You are not dressed? Oh my god! Let me help you ...HURRY!" Cassandra, still a bit lethargic said.. "What's the hurry? It only takes a moment to jump into that robe." Anya protested. "You don't understand! Master expects us downstairs immediately! And you have not even fixed your hair or put on your makeup." It was true. Cassandra had taken off her makeup when she got to the room. "What will happen?" she asked Anya. "You don't want to know...just HURRY!"
Cassandra put on her makeup with a few economical strokes. Less is more! she thought. She threw off her blouse and pantyhose and Anya watched admiringly as Cassandra stepped into the print robe. "You are really beautiful!" Anya said sincerely. "Thanks!" said Cassie. "Not too bad for an old broad...eh?" She shot Anya a conspiratorial wink.
The two stepped, no...ran down the hall to the staircase and took the stairs two at a time.
From the study, Everett watched them on closed circuit TV.. He saw the kiss in the bedroom and their frenetic run down the hall and down the staircase. He grinned broadly! I LIKE this one he thought! She has an interesting blend of compliance and defiance. Let's see which is stronger!
Cassandra was delivered by Anya to the dining room. Lord Everett stood to greet her as Anya led her in. "My dear Cassandra...SO nice to see you again! Please sit down." Cassandra sat where he directed her to sit, on a small stool next to his chair. He handed her a long, thin, glass of spirits to numb her a bit. Cassandra did not know it but Lord Everett had a rather full schedule in mind for her that evening!
She drank the strange potion and asked what she had been served. It was neither harsh like Grappa, nor too sweet like B&B. Truth to tell, it was somewhat medicinal in taste.
"Mmmmmm....that my dear is Chartreuse! The ONLY liquor after which a color has been named. This is the 151 proof variety. A very old and very well guarded recipe owned by monks and made by one distillery in Europe. In France, I believe. Please have another... I think you are going to want it". The WAY he said that made her shiver and she readily swallowed another large draught of it.
Everett swung her stool to face him. She was now a 1/2 ft. lower than his seat, her knees forward, legs at either side of the stool with the toes of her shoes pointing down and her legs slightly behind the stool. Lord Everett opened her Japanese print robe with one deft flick of his thumb and her still firm breasts were exposed to his view. His hand cupped one and held it from underneath. His thumb traced the outline of the nipple and the sensation caused it to rise in anticipation of more of the same. But instead, he held that breast firmly and pulled out a small whip. It had a leather handle but six thongs only with a length of only about six inches. He gently whipped the breast he held and increased the force until he saw her flinch. he then began the same treatment of her other breast. Her breasts were now red and perhaps even just slightly swollen. The nipples were rock hard! He flung off the robe and fitted her with a leather corset that uplifted each breast and forced it through a wire reinforced bra with the cups cut out. There was a leather latticework across her stomach, and garter clips for stockings at the bottom. There was no crotch and he made her change heels to a stiletto, black patent leather pair. He made her walk in those heels. At first she was clumsy, but after a while she managed to master it. "Good!" he said... "Excellent!" He motioned her over to where he still sat and forced her to her knees.
He undid the zipper of his leather jeans and pulled out his substantial cock. She could instantly feel a phantom sense of it's contour and hardness in her mouth from the previous visit. This time he was not gentle. He shoved her head onto the purple knob and forced her down on it till she nearly gagged. He groaned as she swallowed it's length but her ineptness caused him to pull her off, toss her down, and command Anya to come into the room.
Anya came and knelt where he pointed. He gathered her hair in one hand and held his erection in the other. She instantly went down on him swallowing the long, hard cock down to the pubic bone! She made a gulping noise, but did not gag as he settled into a rhythm that became more frenetic as each stroke brought him closer to orgasm. Finally, he pulled her head up as she began swallowing the cum that frothed into her mouth in hard pulses. "Don't swallow!" he commanded! "Cassandra...HERE!" She obediently knelt next to Anya. He directed her to lie on her back right at his feet. She did, and as she did, Anya knelt above her, and under the Master's direction she opened her mouth letting a long stream of his cum slip out of her mouth and into Cassandra's. Cassandra swallowed as she supposed she should and was surprised that she did not find this revolting. The girls kissed deeply until the Master directed them to break it off.
Now...having performed oral sex as her first real act back at the mansion, Cassandra felt the familiar twinge of fear mixed with excitement! What would happen next? She needed little time to attain the answer.
The Master fastened the buttons on his leather jeans, stood at length raising himself up to his Six-foot plus height, and smoothed his hands over his close cropped hair. "Now dear! Now we shall have some real fun with you!" Cassandra was brought into the basement. Her previous visit was spent nearly entirely in a room not unlike any ordinary room whether bedroom, drawing room, or den. It had stucco walls, wood floors - rather comfortable looking from the little that she saw of it due to the blindfolds.
Down in the basement of the house, the slightly more chilly air caused her skin to erupt in goosebumps and kept her nipples rock hard. She followed Anya and was amazed to see the array of cuffs that were chained to the walls, slings, pulleys, horizontal boards, vertical boards, tie-downs, and other assorted manacles. She shivered as much in apprehension as from the cold. She was blindfolded and stretched so that each arm was pulled at a 45 degree angle from her body and raised above her head. She heard the sound of pulley's being adjusted and fixed. Her feet were bound around the ankles and the ropes pulled so that each leg stretched apart and then was pulled forward so that she was, in effect, held completely off the floor with all limbs spread. She smelled the scent of a candle wick and was startled to feel hot wax dripping onto her hard-sore nipples! She jumped against the tension in the ropes and twisted in the air seeking to avoid the dripping wax. No chance of it. It was expertly drizzled onto her thigh's soft skin close to her cunt and the heat of the wax beads aroused her greatly. She moaned and was promptly silenced by a gag that was tightened around her mouth. Wax drops fell onto her belly just above her pubic area, back onto her nipples, and on top of each thigh. She writhed in anticipation of more, but suddenly it stopped! Someone at arm's distance had uncoupled her binding and reversed them. The same with her feet. She was now suspended above the floor but facing down and totally spread-eagle. A whistling sound creased the air and she felt the sharp sting of a whip! It hit her nude derriere and was followed by a succession of blows that made her cry out! But the cries were muffled by the gag and no one paid attention to them anyway. She felt the back of her thighs redden under the abuse, her back, her calves, her arms. Someone either wanted her more docile, or had decided to simply avail himself of the opportunity to punish this girl. This was worse than the whipping in the previous visit and Cassandra wondered when it would cease!
By the time that the rhythmic blows stopped, Cassandra was warm from the sudden redness of her skin and was crying into her blindfold. She dangled unattended for moments, her shoulders becoming sore from being suspended.
Gentle hands brought her down and she was deposited on the floor on a warm tile floor. The tiles themselves were warmer than the air and she assumed they were heated from beneath. It was a welcome change and she was just getting comfortable when she felt the hairy body of a man graze hers. Female hands grabbed her and propelled her toward a body that was reclining on the floor in front of her. Her hands were free and the female hands guided hers so that each hand fell upon a hairy thigh. So! A man was lying, legs spread, on the floor in front of her. She was not surprised when his cock was directed into her mouth. She sucked vigorously finding strange comfort in the sucking sensation. She was getting into a good rhythm of trying to please this anonymous man when she felt firm hands, a man's hands on her ass and felt someone's rigid cock probing her cunt! The head of it felt quite large and the man was bumbling about seeking a slick entryway. Female hands parted her thighs (she could tell from the nails!) and the stiff member was pushed inside of her! She felt the cock pressing it's way into her and in a moment she was feeling the unmistakable sensation of a hot cock fucking her. It jammed it's way in, then slowly withdrew. All the while her mouth worked the other male's rod and a rollicking good fucking became the order of the day as she swallowed one prick and felt the other lusciously penetrating her!
