The walls were lined with masks of all sorts as I looked around on my hands and knees with my front and back sides filled. Dr. Harden must have an interest in collecting colorful masks from around the world. There were also erotic art hanging in between each mask. In each corner were statues of women in compromising positions. The ceiling had chains hanging from them of all sizes and colors that were an art within itself. The ceiling was in layers and the lighting varied due to the different bulbs and where they were placed. It was also painted to show the many positions that a Master can be in to take pleasure from. There were some seats lined against one wall that I do not wish to sit in for they all had something sticking out of it in different shapes and sizes.
If only I did my part to pleasure my Master fully then I would not be here in this position. This is his way of humiliating me and making me feel ashamed of myself for not pleasing him better. It is rare that he would humiliate me in front of others since he usually likes to keep me to himself. I hate every minute of pleasuring the doctor or anyone except him, but if that pleases him then I shall do my best to appease him. The many lashes each day would not compare to how I feel now. He knows I would rather see him be aroused by whipping me till I am red all over than to endure this week of servicing another. How cruel he can be to me, but I have to respect his wishes and love him for disciplining me to his liking.
My body was aching from being on my hands and knees so long. I wanted to rest, but know that I was not allowed to. When I was almost ready to slide out to stand up, I heard the door being unlocked.
"I am back. Did you miss me my darling, Cee Cee?"
"Yes, Master Harden. I missed you. Welcome back."
"Nice to hear that. Now give me a good kiss to show me how much you have missed me."
He knelt down, unzipped his pants and shoved his softness all into my mouth. All his moaning made me think of my Master. I ache for his attention and he is no where in sight. The thought of someone else giving him pleasure besides me is too much to bear.
"Oooooohhh... Yes. Take it all in. Savor all this love I am giving you. I know you want me close to you. Ooooohh... Mmmm... Faster. Aaaahh... Faster. Ooooohhh... Now where shall I spurt all this hot goodness?"
"Any where you like, Master Harden."
He backed up a few inches and then let all the white cream splatter on my face. Then he told me to clean up and come back out. I wanted to cry as I cleaned up my face, but I held back. If I did that then I would not be able to focus on staying wet and that will upset the doctor.
"Let me see how well you did today. The machine shows that you have met your minimum requirements, but did not put much effort to do any more than that. You think that doing the minimum will be enough to satisfy me? Get down on your hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness."
I did not hesitate to do as he commanded knowing he was upset. Then he reached for a seven inch long, rubber tool with bristles on it and pushed it into my flower all the way in. He waited a few seconds, pulled it out quickly and then pushed it back in again. He did this until he saw my tears and then pushed it hard into my back door.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, Master Harden. Yes, I enjoyed it. Thank you, Master Harden."
The pain was unbearable. I could not stop whimpering. Then he got out a paddle and gave me a good hit every few seconds.
"Do you deserve to be punished?"
"Yes, Master Harden. I deserve to be punished. Punish me, Master Harden."
Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Mmm... Mmmm... Aaaahhh... Mmmm..."
Whap! Whap! Whap!
It must have been at least 20 hits before he stopped and grabbed my sore behind. Then he pinched my perky berries until I screamed.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you, Master Harden. Thank you for punishing me."
"You will stay on your hands and knees until you are given permission to get up. You should be used to this by now. I have a treat for you tonight. Crawl out to the living room and meet a good friend of mine. He is one of the trainers at the school for naughty pleasure girls and boys. I am sure you will enjoy his hard attention and make sure he is pleased with your performance."
I was afraid of what will happen to me as I crawled out slowly from all the pain. Half way down the hall, he stopped and told me to walk faster or else he will give me a hundred lashes later on. This is not something I could endure from someone else other than my Master. I know that my Master will add on more lashes if he found out about this. He would make me hang my head down in shame for a long time.
When we made it to the living room, he had me give his friend a warm welcome. It was about an inch shorter than the doctor, but round and full the same as his and Master's.
"You enjoy a good mouthful I see. Aaaahh... Your mouth deserves a lot of attention. Mmmm..."
"How does she feel, Julius?"
"She feels goooood. Her Master is a lucky man. Ooooohh..."
"Yes, I have told him that before. Do not spoil her too much. She needs to learn how to pleasure her Master better."
"I am close to my climax, Al. Oooohh... Where should I unload my creamy goodness? Maybe on her face? Mmmm..."
"Oh no. She does not deserve that. You are still too kind. Why not unload yourself onto this towel?"
His friend, Julius was quickly unloading all his cream into the towel. The doctor is putting me to shame in front of a stranger. I know he will do this to me all night.
"Are you forgetting your manners, Cee Cee? What do you say to Master Julius for being so generous?"
"Thank you Master Julius for your generosity."
"The pleasure is all mine. You will be able to service me more in a short while. I know you will look forward to that."
"What would you like to drink, Julius?"
"Scotch on the rocks for me, Al."
Dr. Harden poured a bottle of Talisker with a seal showing it has been aged 20 years into a highball glass over ice and handed it to his friend. Then he poured himself some Armagnac into a snifter glass and sat across from him on the matching, brown, leather sofa that was directly aligned in front of the fireplace. It was unusual looking with different sections of it sticking out as if the designer forgot to smooth out the edges.
They both removed their pants and were naked from the waist down. Then Dr. Harden opened the parts of the fireplace to reveal handcuffs. At the edge of the floor with the raised, marble stone connected to the fireplace were more handcuffs. He had me locked in to where my back was at an angle. It looked as if I was in a horse stance, but my legs were spread out more and I am leaned back a little more. It was the perfect level for them to stuff my mouth with their eager fruits. My soft behind could feel the cold marble. This is a very uncomfortable position to be in. I could not move my arms or legs even an inch.
