Further Stories Of O Summoned

Summoned

Sir Stephen's message, as usual, contained only a time: 7 p.m. O knew what to do. She took a long bath, shaved her belly and put on make-up. She applied rouge to her nipples and the lips of her belly; the colour she applied carried Sir Stephen's approval, as she knew by now.

At seven o'clock sharp, she left her home and got into the car that Sir Stephen had summoned. The chauffeur did not say a word, a silence to which O had become accustomed by now. The car crossed the city to the stately mansion where Sir Stephen lived. The chauffeur got out, opened O's door and preceeded her. O stopped at the door and the chauffeur rang the bell. Nora opened it and without a word she turned and walked to the usual room. O knew that she only had to follow.

Once in the room, O knew what to do. She undressed under the cold gaze of Nora and the chauffeur. The first time the chauffeur followed her into the room, O had looked at Nora in despair, but she had only responded with a stern nod to encourage her to continue in his presence. Filled with shame, she had taken off her clothes, glancing quickly at the tall man, whose eyes she noticed were filled with lust. By now, it happened regularly that the chauffeur accompanied her and Nora into the room as to enjoy the spectacle. It was not that his presence became easier for her out of habit, but she knew better than to protest.

After she had stripped naked and put on her high boots, the usual actions followed: O who stood with her legs apart, her arms raised with her hands tot he back of her head. Nora who assured herself of the smoothness of her stomach and then inspected the make-up on her breasts and the lips of her face and stomach. After Nora had expressed her approval with a nod, O took her place in the middle of the room. Nora and the chauffeur talked quietly to each other, waiting for Sir Stephen's signal. From time to time the chauffeur made a sign with his hand to order O into a different position. He liked to watch her and to expose her in humiliating positions. Now she was on her knees, her chin just above the floor, her arms next to her body and her legs spread. Her nipples barely touched the floor.

Then she had to raise her buttocks so that her sex and her tighter opening were presented for penetration. Although she had been forced to assume this position countless times for Sir Stephen and many other men and women -sometimes for longer than what seemed an eternity- until someone finally decided she was worthy of using, she always felt extremely uncomfortable in front of the chauffeur. The chauffeur was a man approaching sixty, about six feet tall and rather stout. His arms showed strength and his belly hung well over his belt. His small eyes seemed to squint constantly and his lips betrayed desire. O knew he longed for her and dreaded the day when Sir Stephen would place her at his disposal, which seemed inevitable to her. He had never touched her before, but his gaze on her exposed sex felt like penetrating touches.

After a considerable time - O, despite the long wait she was repeatedly forced to endure, still failed to estimate this - the familiar ringing of a bell sounded: O was summoned. Nora jumped up, commanded O to stand up and follow her. O knew the routine.

Nora and O walked down the hall. A housekeeper was dusting off some classical statues without giving her more than short glance. Nora managed to move without a sound, but the heels of O's lacquered boots rang coldly through the house. Arriving at the living room door, Nora opened the door, let O go first, and then followed her to close the door. O surveyed the room and saw Sir Stephen with a naked girl who looked only a few years older than her. The girl lay naked on the couch and Sir Stephen took her in her womb. With a brief toss of his head and without withdrawing from the girl, Sir Stephen commanded O to sit down beside him and kneel. O obeyed instinctively and watched her Master. His actions were tender and the girl enjoyed herself without shame or restriction. He entered her gently, then picked up the pace and pounded her harder, then switched back to slower but still firm thrusts.

Each rhythmic movement drew increasingly long sighs from the girl which betrayed her impending climax. Sir Stephen sensed this and grasped her breasts, first gently pinching her nipples between his fingers and slowly increasing the precision, not to torture her but to heighten her sensations. The girl responded immediately, opened her mouth, pressed her breasts upwards and breathed heavily and came with shaking pelvis. Her legs clamped down on Sir Stephen and in her exhaustion she thanked him incessantly. Sir Stephen kissed her softly on the mouth hand forehead, pulled out and grabbed O by the back of her head.

O, who was unprepared, was startled when she saw his member approach her mouth. She counted herself lucky for her training that had kept her lips half open at any time so that she was immediately ready to receive him. She felt him enter her and realized that he wanted no caresses and was only using her mouth in a way he uses her stomach or buttocks. O received him humbly it and limited herself to squeezing his member as tightly as possible so that he had maximum friction. O heard Sir Stephen moan and had to struggle as he was penetrating very deep, but her mouth through repeated use was able to receive Sir Stephen's strong thrusts without gagging. Then she felt him slowly withdraw but without leaving her mouth and she knew that his satisfaction was near. She knew that she was expected to massage the thickening of the tip of his member between her tongue and palate as he poured himself into her mouth in long waves. The discharge was copious and O had to swallow several times and managed to

The discharge was profuse and O had to swallow several times and, to her pride, managed to let nothing escape. She continued her caresses just until the ever-softening thrusts came to a stop. When Sir Stephen was completely finished he pushed her away so roughly that she lost her balance and fell sideways to the floor.

'Nora! Take them and have her dropped off at home. I don't need her anymore today. Notify the kitchen so we can start supper as soon as possible.'

O was still a little upset on the floor but quickly straightened up when she saw Nora towering over her.

'Up!'

O stood straight and followed the stately mulatto woman to the dressing room, where the driver was still drinking coffee.

'Back already?" the driver asked somewhat redundantly.

'Take her home.' Replied Nora briefly.

As O sat in the back seat of the car, she contemplated the events at Sir Stephen's house. She knew he used others as well, and she had no problem with that, but the tenderness with which he had taken the girl, the care he exuded in order to accommodate her urge for pleasure, and the absolute freedom he allowed her to pursue her climax, filled her with envy.

O tried to repress the shame when she contemplated the hours she spent on her make-up and preparation in order to look beautiful and desirable to her Master, only to end up seeing her mouth used as a recipient of his pleasure.

But wasn't that the essence of being a slave? An object to be used, independent of any will of her own, for the higher pleasure of her Master? Was not serving what made the slave, the surrender to the Master's every whim? O consoled herself with the thought that Sir Stephen found more pleasure in objectifying his slave than in taking the girl. Were not the caresses with which he evidently pleased the girl merely a means of finding a higher pleasure in knowing that he could use his slave in any way desired by him. Was not O's surrender a greater gratification than the mere act of sex?

The longer O thought about this, the more it reassured her. It was her mouth into which he poured, and she was genuinely proud that it was she who was allowed to give him his satisfaction. Her body had served him to his pleasure. O was happy.