When I woke up, the room was warm with sunlight and I immediately felt a soreness in both of my holes. Both had been pushed to the limit the night before. I slowly sat up and made my way to the bathroom.
When I was finished in the bathroom, I arrived nude in the bedroom to find one of the staff waiting at the foot of the bed. "Master has already left for the office. He will be working a short day today, I will alert you when he is on his way." The man turned to leave.
Before he walked through the doorway, he turned and gave me his last instructions, "You're free to have the morning to yourself. Might I suggest some reading in the study? Brush up on your etiquette maybe?" And he was gone.
The man had a point. Punishments were harsh in this house, I would benefit from some study on the lifestyle and the expectations of someone in my position.
I found a pair of my transparent lounging pants with a matching long-sleeved shirt and headed downstairs to the study. The house was kept fairly warm and I didn't feel cold, really.
When I began searching the shelves of books, I found so many interesting subjects that I forgot what I was looking for. The man who had been in my bedroom appeared behind me, reached above my head, took a volume down and handed it to me.
I looked down to read the title, and when I shifted my eyes upward to thank him, he'd already gone. I settled into the couch and grabbed a nearby blanket and began to read.
The book was written by a submissive, a slave, who had fallen deeply in love with her Master. They were very much in love, though he was married to another woman and kept his slave in a different home with a staff to watch over her. She described her daily activities, her submissive nature, her love for him and her behavior in his presence, sensing his mood each moment.
What fascinated me was how she described the shift in her when he wanted to be intimate with her. She explained it as a veil that she would put over herself, assuming the role of obedient submissive and following instructions and proper demeanor. Almost like switching off a part of her self to be of service to him and whoever he shared her with. When he allowed her to be at ease, she could lift the veil and show him her love and passion without fear of punishment or judgment.
By the time I had finished the book and was contemplating how to put this information to good use, the man was back to tell me to prepare for Master's return. Would he ever be 'Nick' to me again?
I hurried upstairs, discarded my comfortable clothing and put on the rhinestone collar and wrist cuffs with the chains and made my way to the foyer to wait.
The man helped me correct my position, insisting that I spread my legs farther apart. I stared at the floor and imagined a veil falling over me. My own thoughts and feelings were hidden; I tried to be like the slave girl in the book. My devotion was to this man, pleasing him, obeying him. It was a new side of submission that I was determined to master. I could do this.
When Nick walked through the door, he stopped in front of me and was silent for a moment. I didn't raise my eyes from their position on the floor.
"Follow me." His voice was stern, but not angry. I tried to imagine his mood from he sound of his voice.
We walked into the study, where the book I'd been reading had been returned to the shelf and the blanket I'd used was folded neatly, back in its place. Nick took a glass of what looked like bourbon from a member of the staff and sat in his chair to read the paper he'd brought home with him. "Sit."
I moved in front of him, out of his way but facing him, and knelt down into the same position I'd been in when he arrived home and waited. Every few minutes, I would feel him look around his paper at me. I imagined he was enjoying what he saw, enjoying my body on display for him.
After a while, he set the paper down and stood up, "Follow me." We walked into the dining room where lunch was set out. Nick sat at the head of the table and I waited behind my chair for instruction. "You may sit."
I pulled the chair out and lowered myself onto the dildo, my sore insides expanding to accommodate the intruder. One of the staff pushed me up to the table and I waited with my hands in my lap.
"You may eat." We dined in silence, both in deep thought. I wondered what he was thinking, but my thoughts were mostly drifting to the slave girl and all I'd read that morning.
When Nick was finished and rose to leave the table, I laid down my silverware and waited. I was still hungry, as I'd skipped breakfast but I knew that if he was finished at the table, so was I.
"Follow me." Nick walked me back to the study and the doorbell sounded. The staff led in the same man who had been at the house the night before. I had decided to call him 'The Punisher'. I was instructed to go with the staff.
In the kitchen, one of the staff led me to a small bathroom, gave me a quick anal douche and rubbed warm oil into and all around my 2nd hole. He smiled at me, "He has specific tastes, and you should be well lubricated to accommodate him." I was given a nod toward the study and followed a staff member carrying a small tray with drinks back to the men.
"Sit." was all that was said to me. I centered myself between the two men on the floor, spread my legs wide and lowered my eyes to the floor. I listened silently as they discussed their business deal, absorbing the information like I was in class.
Soon there was sipping of drinks and silence. Then I heard, "Present yourself to my guest." I got on all fours, turned with my backside facing the man and spread my legs wide, pressing my chest to the floor. My pussy and ass were completely on display.
"I see the punishment has worked its magic; well done Nick. She's marvelous." I felt a finger in my ass, then two. "So slick and ready to be used. Outstanding." My sphincter muscle was relaxing and he added another finger as he pushed in and out, stretching me to accommodate his monster cock.
I heard his pants unzip and fall to the floor, then felt him kneel behind me. He grabbed both of my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled them apart; stretching my hole to face him. When the head of his cock began pushing into me, I silently breathed deeply, trying to relax and let it happen. The oil worked its magic and he slid in with no hesitation on his part. I silenced my moans; afraid he would take them as disobedient. He stretched me like I had never been stretched before, but with the oil to lubricate him, it wasn't as bad as the night before.
He slowly enjoyed me again, pushing and pulling his entire length in and out of me. Nick watched for a few minutes, then excused himself and I was left alone with the man. He kept his rhythm slow, but started talking his way through it. "What a precious piece of property you are. I will have to visit Nick more often to enjoy you."
It seemed as though he talked the entire time, "My cock usually drives the new slaves to punishments, but my how quickly you've learned. Nick is a lucky man; if you were mine I would use this hole nonstop. Oh yeah...oh your ass feels good on my cock. I bet you love being violated by my giant dick. Not afraid of it now, are you? No, you opened yourself up with no hesitation. Eager to be ass fucked, are we? You should be, a good slave is eager to do anything to please a man."
He sped up his pace, but kept talking, "That's it, slut, take it all and like it. You should see what it looks like when my long, fat cock disappears into our ass. It's a beautiful sight. Though I was hoping you would disobey so I could enjoy watching you be punished. Nick knows I like to watch the punishments."
The sadistic pig was pumping in and out of me quickly now, and I could hear his breath quicken. I focused on my own breathing and by now, my body had stretched and relaxed to accommodate him and it was feeling good. "I'm gonna cum so deep inside this pussy it will take two days for it to work its way out of you. That's it, take it all. What a whore you are, you love it. You love my dick in your ass."
His pace became frantic, "You ready for me? You ready to take my cum into your ass, whore? Here it comes, oh yeah, fuck yeah, here it is, bitch." He rammed himself into me, and I felt his cock stiffen and seemingly grow an extra inch as his hot spunk buried itself in my bowels. He grunted and leaned over onto my back, spent, panting.
He slapped my right ass cheek and pulled out of me, leaving my whole stretched and slightly agape. "Now you're broken in, little slut." He pulled up his pants and left the room. I stayed on the floor without moving; my last command from Nick was to present for this miserable man, and I was going to wait for his next instruction.
Nick returned and stood in the doorway, "Follow me." I stood, trying to clench to keep the semen from dripping out of me. It didn't seem to be anywhere near leaving the orifice. I obediently followed Nick, eyes down.
