Robin's Rescue

Hello Literotica community. It has taken me a long time to get back to this story so my apologies to those of you who liked it. Life gets in the way sometimes. There is a brief recap in this part for those who don't wish to start all over, but it is one unfolding story from the the beginning. Thanks for reading.

Day three

It had been two amazing days but they had been exhausting. I had met and saved a slave from a cruel and abusive master. He wasn't really a master just a psychotic pain freak. He had given her to a brothel for oral sex training (that she certainly did not need) and that was how I met her. In the end she begged me to get her out of her situation.

I suppose some knight in shining armour thing kicked in and I agreed. Was it chivalry that motivated me or was it because it was at the most intensely erotic scene I had ever experienced? Not sure it matters, really. But with the help of the hook... ah "massage therapist" we freed her, I bought her and now here I am. It's the third day and as I slowly emerged from sleep I realized that I had started the process of learning to be a Master. It wasn't a position I had ever really desired, though I had enjoyed playing a bit with dominance and submission in the past.

And then there was something about this wee red headed slave girl that grabbed hold of me in a place I never knew existed. I didn't know her real name and didn't want to. She arrived literally naked and owning nothing. She was mine. I named her Robin, gave her a collar- red of course- and brought her clothes to wear when I allowed. Now what?

As I came to consciousness I realized I was not alone in the bed. What? I had left Robin on the floor chained to the foot of the bed.

I looked to my left and saw black hair, not red. Beauty! I had forgotten. The girl from the brothel, my accomplice in all this had been so turned on that she also became a part time sub to me. I didn't know her real name either, so I called her Beauty. She liked it. She had to work yesterday but I had given her a key...and here she was. I guess I was so exhausted by the previous two days that I never even noticed. Zero to 2 naked subs! Fuck me! I guess they would.

Well, what to do today???

I turned to the right to get up and head for the bathroom and there was Robin, on her knees waiting to serve. I had given her permission to speak unless ordered otherwise. "May I give you your morning blow job master?" She smiled.

Yeah! That would be a good way to start the day. I lay sideways and pulled back the sheet and she leaned into her work. It was lovely and gentle and sensual, more like a worshipful prayer than and effort to rush me to orgasm.

I really was new to all of this, but soon realized this was a good way to get the day started. But I didn't want to come in her mouth- delightful as that is. The day would hold lots of opportunities. When I felt she had done sufficient duty I gently pushed her away, unlocked the chain that connected her to the bed frame and headed for the bathroom.

As I stood before the toilet she said, "Would Master like to use my mouth?"

"Not this time, girl." I had made her take my piss in her mouth back at Legendary, but that was more of a test than anything. Watersports aren't a big turn on for me...but she does thrive on the humiliation so I will want to do it sometimes. "I want to save that pleasure for the right time. But for today you can hold my cock." She directed my piss into the bowl, shook it once and then dove in to lick the last drops.

"Punishment for that, slave... I expressly said no. I'll deal with it later. Now I see Beauty is here. Go wake her up with your tongue then go make breakfast. Oh, and she hasn't earned an orgasm yet...but get her close."

I took a leisurely shower, my first one alone since coming back to town. It was pleasant having a shower that was focused on getting clean instead of getting dirty.

Beauty's story

All day I thought about what had happened the day before... the mind blowing sex I had had in the massage parlour with Finn and the pretty little slavegirl. She had been sent there for a week and I had played with her and some johns before, but aside from it being a threeway, it has been pretty vanilla and uninteresting.

But then this last guy came in and he got it. He knew how to dominate her. I'm not sure he had a lot of experience and he wasn't mean or anything. He was just...well, masterful. It turned me on so much that I soon found myself eager to be on my knees beside her. I've been making money with my body for a few years and have done pretty much everything. A lot of the time it's acting, and even when it isn't, I'm still in control. I'm a pro after all.

But this was different. On my knees not just servicing him, but worshiping his cock. Mostly she got to suck it because that's what she was there for, but I got to fuck it and then have her suck the cum out of me and shoot me through the roof with her skills.

One we freed her from the monster who owned her, I came home with them. I guess I wanted to make sure she was safe, but mostly I didn't want it to end. In the morning I woke first and finally got to worship his cock properly...until he woke up and told me that morning worship was her job! I was a little jealous, and even got punished for my actions.but not much.

All day at the parlour today I could only think about going back. I never thought myself submissive, but here I was, stripping down for strangers (well, okay some were regulars) wearing nothing by the key to his front door. He had given it to me hung on a little chain and ordered me to wear it as a sort of collar 24/7 for as long as I wanted to be part of their scene. Every cock I saw was his. Every body I massaged was his...well there was this one woman client who I pretended was her, but Robin is tiny and this client...wasn't. It took a lot of imagination.

When we closed up at 11 I didn't even bother to change into my street clothes. Instead I went out pantyless in the sarong he had told me to wear yesterday. It was just a scarf tied at one hip, really and had no top. I could have slipped on a crop top or a bra, but what the Hell. If he had been there I imagine he would have ordered my out topless. Maybe, maybe not, but here I was settling into a submissiveness I was feeling for the first time. I wasn't playacting some scene for a john. It felt...liberating! And I thought this act might please him.

I've never done anything like this out in the 'real world' before...even whores can have some modesty! At stoplights I played myself, but I didn't make myself come. I even went into a drive through for a soda and enjoyed the roaming eyes of the guy in the window. I may work for a living and have done some extreme things, but this scene seems to have awoken and inner slut that I have kept shut up since I started working on my back.

When I got to Master Finn's house - yep that's how I think of him - I was kind of disappointed. He as dead asleep. Master was under the sheets and Robin lay wrapped up in a blanket with a chain trailing from her ankle to the bed. I was tempted to risk a punishment by waking him up but decided not too. He might send me away, and I'm not willing to risk that.

I undressed...which is to say slipped off my heels and unknotted the sarong. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw a little movement and a pair of eyes shining from the edge of the floor blanket. I knelt down beside Robin and stroked her face gently. She smiled. I bent down and kissed her softly for a long moment. I did not do what I really wanted to do, of course. See comment above about punishment and getting sent away. I slipped into the bed, hand between my legs and eventually fell asleep.

I woke up realizing that my hand was no longer on my pussy. Instead I was getting gentle licks up and down my vulva. I looked down and saw red hair and enchanting eyes staring back. She stopped long enough to smile...a little wickedly and started tugging on my clitoris. After last night's longing I was climbing quickly, moaning softly juices running freely. My breathing changed and suddenly Robin stopped and stood up.

"Master says you haven't earned your orgasm yet." Her words sounded so earnest and sympathetic but her eyes were mischievous. She enjoyed denying me. Minx!

Robin's story

After Master chained me to the bed that night, I lay awake cosy under my blanket for a long time. Was this really happening? Is my dream of slavery to a good Master finally coming true? It all happened so very fast. Yesterday I was in despair. My week as a blow job slave at the brothel was coming to a close. Compared to what I was going back to, it the brothel seemed like summer camp. Lying in my cage I curled into a trembling ball, sure that my master would beat me to death before very long. It was hopeless. Then Beauty (for that's what he would name her) brought in the man who would become Master Finn. I expected to be used as an oral plaything, but somehow the chemistry between Beauty and Master clicked and made it so very much more! For the first time in months I was locked into an incredibly erotic scene, one that brought out my total submissiveness for two blissfully happy hours. I had been ordered by my horrible Master not to speak that week, but while Beauty showered with Finn at the end of our time, I felt that this was my last chance to live. Shaking with desperate fear I used my finger to trace "buy me" into the steamy window of the shower. Thank goodness Beauty noticed the message.

When Master Finn decided to save me, I felt equal measures of fear and hope. Hope that his plan would succeed and fear that he would fail and I would be tortured to death. But they succeeded! Together my saviours took me to his home, my new home. I would do anything, endure any punishment, perform every sexual and non sexual act to stay there. Master's actions saving me left me immediately trusting him completely. I was literally trusting him with my life. Was I in love? Probably not...but love might come. For now it was enough to be alive, devoted and unafraid.

That night he offered to free me. I begged him not to. Instead he collared me, named me, and cuddled me in sleep. I felt safe in his embrace.

The next morning it was a relief to make out a contract but even more liberating - if an owned 24/7 slave can use such a word - when he asked me to write down my story, my hopes and my fears. I was clear that he was the Master, but he wanted to know about me and and let me have an opinion, a voice and more of a role in his life than just a cumbucket. But when he asked me to share it I became frightened again. These were my innermost hopes and fears and my history that included some pretty depraved things. Maybe he would despise me and change his mind. It felt a terrible risk, but I took a deep breath and wrote my truth. How could I not? First he had given me an order. But if I wasn't honest and trusting, how could I hope for the same in return? By cleaning me he had given me a great gift. This was my chance to honour it. In the end, he liked what I had written or at least accepted it. He held me lovingly...and then fucked me silly. I had never come while riding a cock before! I had come home.

The next day at Pauline's 'clothing' shop was a further reinforcement that I mattered somehow. Pauline and later Master gave me a say into what clothes I might wear! Like Dobbie in Harry Potter I was freed by being given clothes, and yet this just served to reinforce my submission. I may have been able to pick, but Master owned the clothes.