The steam rose softly around my body as I lay exhausted in the bath Master had prepared for me following my beating. The morning had been filled with more pain than I had ever endured, Master relentlessly increasing momentum with whip and crop, never breaking to allow me to catch my breath, never denying his pleasure in my pain. Throughout I prayed for him to stop, then caught myself praying just as fervently he wouldn't. Nothing could replace the delicious pain he delivered out of love, the ecstasy that encompassed my whole being, the knowledge he understood. By the time he had finished, I hung limp in my bonds, unable to do more than whimper softly and wait to be freed.
Crossing to inspect my body, Master had caressed my welts and bruises, softly brushing some with his lips while pressing others with his fingers testing their depth, renewing their ache for both our pleasure. It was always this way after a session, Master would lovingly check his slave's body, delight in the marks that documented their pleasure, and tell me how much he cherished his slave,loved owning me. I lived for these moments knowing no other that brought such intimate closeness and bonding between Master and slave, such joy to fill our hearts and souls.
Master left me hanging for sometime while he cleaned and put away his instruments of torture. Releasing me from my bonds he caught me in his strong arms as I fell exhausted, weak and unable to support my own weight. Scooping me up as if I were a wounded animal, he carried me to our bathroom where he had prepared the warm bath. Gently lowering my damaged body into the water, he bent to tenderly kiss my lips as the heat soothed my bruised and swollen flesh. As his hands began to stroke and wash me lovingly, the phone rang in the next room.
Too sore to move, I lay where he left me as he went to answer it. I could hear the muffled murmuring of his voice as he spoke softly on the phone, it's familiar sound lulling me into a light slumber until his hands caressing between my legs awoke me. Looking up into his smiling face I was reminded all over again why I loved him so deeply, why I existed only to serve him. His fingers worked their magic until he whispered to me to cum and my body exploded in passion, my spirit soaring.
Once my breathing returned to normal, I whispered the words I knew he waited to hear. "Thank you Master."
Rinsing my body over one last time, he drew me up from the cooling water, and standing me on the floor dried me gently before leading me to our bedroom where he told me to lay face down on the bed. Lotion dripped on my back from the bottle he held suspended above me, the coolness of it sending shivers through my beaten body. Lovingly he massaged my back, my butt, legs and arms, rubbing the lotion in, softening my skin and soothing the pain. Rolling me onto my back he repeated the process on my front, his hands lingering a little longer over my breasts, now criss crossed with whip marks, though lighter than my back had borne. I lay motionless letting his touch soothe me, welcoming his love. Master rose from the bed to lean over me, his cock slipping between my lips, thrusting deep into my throat as he gripped both sides of my head. He fucked me harder as his passion mounted, the precum now flooding my mouth with each thrust of his hard shaft. I almost came when I tasted his cum on my tongue, filling me, making me swallow quickly so as to catch every drop. I licked him clean, tenderly caressing him until he withdrew, and pulling a blanket over me, told me to sleep. I drifted into a peaceful slumber marked by dreams of my Master and his perfection.
I was awakened by his kisses and the delicious aroma of one of his favourite dishes cooking in the kitchen.
"Time to wake my love. Thought I would cook for you to bring back your energy after this morning, you have earned a little spoiling. I loved our session this morning, loved the way you reacted, responded to me.....loved watching you sleep afterward so peaceful and relaxed with a smile on your face."
'Thank you Master....I loved it too...love you. Did I really have a smile on my face?"
"Yes you did Catalina."
"Mmmmmm....what can you expect Master. I have the ultimate Master who loves me as much as I love him."
"Yes I do love you, now and forever. Now time to eat," Master replied as he stood to go serve our meal.
I rose from the bed, my body still in pain but far less than when I had fallen to sleep after his massage. Following the beautiful aroma, naked as Master always expected, I found myself in the kitchen helping him serve our meal, then sat with him to taste it's perfection.
"This is delicious Master......as always."
We chatted and ate, enjoying each other. I could never get enough of Master's company, just talking, being together, and was fortunate he felt the same way.
"Catalina, we have something on this afternoon but I don't want to share the details with you before hand. I realise it will not be easy for you, will be a challenge, possibly an ongoing one, but I want you to remember I love you and feel you can do this for me."
My mind raced with the possibilities, but despite my apprehension, I knew from experience Master would not appreciate me questioning him. Once he made a decision like this, he felt I was challenging his control and questioning trust if I tried to glean some information from him no matter how afraid I were.
"Yes Master. I trust you and know you would do nothing you thought would harm me. I will do my best to not disappoint you."
"I know you will, as always, Catalina. Our love helps both of us through our challenges."
Standing up from my chair, I gathered our dishes and took them to the kitchen where I began to clean up from the cooking, my mind working at what the afternoon could hold for me. Sometimes I had hints from Master's behaviour or discussions before such an event, but this time there was nothing I could think of which might give me a clue so as to prepare myself. I moved in a daze, my mind unable to stop thinking. I almost dropped the glass I was putting in the cupboard when the doorbell rang, disturbing my thoughts, renewing my fear. I didn't know whether to stay hiding in the kitchen, or go out to see if Master wanted me to answer the door....didn't know if I should run for the bedroom and put on some clothes, or stay naked. I was confused and nervous.
"I'll get the door Catalina. When I come back I want you in the living room waiting."
My heart leapt, my stomach knotting in fear, but I could not disobey my Master. I could never shame him that way. I walked quickly to the living room to await his return, trying to hide my fear as best I could. I felt my heart begin to race, my head spin a little, my breathing restricted as I heard voices coming closer, Master's footsteps unmistakenly walking toward the room. I stood obediently waiting, as usual my nakedness becoming painfully aware to me with the imminent arrival of Master's guests in the living room.
I looked up as they entered the room. There were two people with him, one a tall woman I had met with him once before. She was clad from neck to toe in black latex which hugged every curve of her perfect, statuesque body. I remembered she was a Domme friend of Master's whom he had known for sometime. Behind her was a young man, as tall as she was, and naked. Naked as he was and on a leash, I could only presume he was the slave I had heard her speak of when last we met.
"Catalina, you remember Kate.......and this is Ben."
"Yes Master," I answered, trying to smile at Master's guests and hide my fear, knowing I was miserably unsuccessful.
Master came to sit in a chair close to me, as Kate moved to sit in one opposite, unclipping her slave's leash before being seated. I knelt in submission at Master's feet, as did Ben at the feet of his Mistress. As Master and Kate spoke about mutual friends and recent events, I remained silent as was expected. From time to time Master's hand would rest on my shoulder or stroke my hair absent mindedly. I was comforted by his touch, and tried to forget my quandary but found it impossible.
"Catalina, Kate and I have decided we want to try something which involves you and Ben today, which we hope will extend to other occasions as well."
"Yes Master."
"For reasons we won't go into, Kate is looking for a woman she can couple with her slave regularly. She mentioned her idea to me and I have offered you to become his mate when required. I know our rule is no-one regular, but this situation is a little different. Firstly Ben is a slave like yourself, the same status.....secondly it has other possibilities which we find appealing...and thirdly, we think it would be amusing to exercise our power over our slaves to such an extent we couple them on a regular basis, control them sexually more than ever before, play with them like mating animals."
I was unable to fully comprehend what Master was telling me....how far he expected us to go....what he really meant by 'coupling'. I dreaded it no matter what he was wanting. I had been taken by other men, but that had been different, never something considered a regular arrangement, no emotion, and nothing like what I was sensing.
"For today, we are going to allow you to begin your relationship as a slave couple by fucking here on the floor for us. Kate and I will help train you both to do it right by whipping you both as you fuck. For you Catalina this will be difficult as you have already had a severe beating today, but I want to whip you as you give yourself to him.........Now on the floor Catalina with your legs spread showing your wet cunt and tight arse so he has something to get excited over.....on your hands and knees instead of your back.....quick!!"
I froze, unable to move at such cold and crude directions from my Master. I was terrified at what he asked and yet could not say what made it so different from the hundreds of men who had already used me with my Master's permission and encouragement. I didn't know how I could submit to his demands. I was afraid of the unkown...what it all meant.
Grabbing my hair, Master dragged me physically to the middle of the room and pushed me to the floor, his body an expression of suppressed, controlled anger at my disobedience. This shamed me far more than any directions he had given me and I felt my face burn with my embarrassment.
