Robin's Rescue

Finn's story

So far having a slave didn't seem too taxing. I had taken her three holes, punished her a bit, humiliated her a lot, especially at the kinky clothing store yesterday, all things she had told me she craved in a letter I asked her to write. But there was one more thing. She said she thought she might be a pain slut.

Inflicting pain wasn't much a part of my dominance fantasies. I don't like hurting people. I deliberately and seriously injured a guy in a football game years ago and afterwards hated the way it made me feel.

But part of the Master/Slave dynamic has to be meeting each other's needs to some degree. Yesterday I had started work on the guest bedroom. It had hooks and tie downs and a St Andrew's Cross with a few more items on order, and a small stock of punishment tools. It also had a hook and pulley system attached to the ceiling. I guessed today was the day to start exploring.

I joined the two for breakfast. Robin was nude but for her collar and 4 inch heels...I had not assigned her other clothes. Beauty was barefoot but wore the sarong from our first day with my house key glittering from a new short silver chain...much nicer than the one I had given her.

"I didn't give you permission to dress, Beauty, but at least you have the taste to wear that fetching scarf."

"It's all the clothing I have Master."

"You came her dressed like that?"

"Indeed Sir, I even went through the drive through this way."

"And how was that?"

"Exciting Sir, I am usually a boring dresser when I go to work. Maybe I'm hiding hat I do. I'm not really an exhibitionist, but I thought dressing...or not dressing like this would get me in the right frame of mind...perhaps even please you Sir."

"Well done Beauty! You may keep your attire for now. Clean up girls then meet me in the Living Room...within five minutes!"

They did the work and appeared and knelt before me with 10 seconds to spare. Robin assumed the display position knees apart and hands resting palm upwards in her knees. Beauty, still new to this copied her a moment later. Inside I was marvelling at the willing, submissive responsiveness with a smile they could not see. This was all still kind of amazing to me.

"Beauty, stand up and come close. Lace your fingers behind your neck." She complied, of course also spreading her legs for easy access. Truly remarkable since they really hadn't been punished in any way yet.

"Robin, get the letter you gave me. It's in the bedroom. I want you to read the two paragraphs I have marked to Beauty."

Meanwhile, I snaked my hand under the wispy sarong and started fingering Beauty's pussy. It was already quite wet. While we waited for Robin's return...I had hid the letter in my dresser... I used the time productively stroking her clit, exploring the inside of her pussy and generally watching her nipples harden and her eyes close, and her breathing become ragged.

Then Robin returned and knelt before me again, I pinched Beauty's clit. "Eyes open and listen to Robin's words. Slave begin reading."

"You ordered me to write about my cravings. I learned a lot about that at the Nightmare. I do crave shaming and verbal abuse. It's hard to believe I can still feel that, but I do. The things you did to me yesterday, calling me 'it', denying me your cum until Beauty had it first, refusing to fuck me...it was intensely arousing. That's when I knew you understood.

I think I am also a pain slut, at least to a degree. Whipping me while Beauty used the vibrator almost made me pass out. I know there will be times when I earn a harsh whipping or other painful punishment, but my craving is for sensual pain."

"Thank you slave, I said. "I want to know more about what you mean about 'pain slave' and some idea of your limits."

Robin was silent a long time. Beauty was now squirming on my fingers.

"Perhaps, Master, it would be better to give you a demonstration. Would you spank me? I think you would find it revealing."

I thought for a moment and pulled my hand from Beauty's pussy and held it up to her mouth. She licked and sucked like it was water and she had been in the desert without for two days.

"I'd rather watch. Beauty will spank you and perhaps earn the orgasm she so wantonly craves." I think Beauty actually blushed a little. "Fetch a dining chair"

Beauty sat down in a way that would allow me to watch my girl's ass redden.

"Would Master feel my cunt, please?" asked the petite slave girl.

I fingered her. When I removed my fingers it was damp, but not soaking. Robin knelt and cleaned my digit and then crawled to Beauty and climbed into her lap arching her butt. Her fingers and toes barely touched the floor.

"How many slave?"

"I think 25 would do, Master, but the number is up to you. I would humbly request that the first few be gentler to warm me up."

"Very well, you heard her Beauty. Give this wannabe pain slut five easy ones then 20 hard ones in groups of five. I want to see ion she can handle the pain or if she is just a dumb attention seeking little nothing. Any I don't think are hard enough will become your punishment later."

By the time the first five were done, Robin's butt was a pleasing shade of pink. Thanks to the warning Beauty delivered the next five with a will. Pink became red and while Robin squirmed a little she had remained silent. Through the next five I heard a few grunts and her legs kicked a little, but she made no move to cover up. I got up and walked around to see her face. It was red with exertion, and while there was some dampness at the edge of her eyes, she wasn't crying. I stood in admiration. I'm not sure I could have endured that much.

"Continue, but do the last 10 all in a row."

Beauty had a look of determination on her face. I couldn't tell if it was sympathy for her slave sister or perhaps the emergence of a dominant streak. She went to work, hard. By the third, Robin's legs were scissoring and she was rocking in Beauty's lap. By the fifth she was crying out in gasping sobs and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She looked a mess. When Beauty delivered the last and announced it, Robin just melted into her tormentor's lap, spent.

Then in an almost whisper, Robin said, "Please check this slave's cunt again."

She was sopping! Her arousal had leaked out and drenched Beauty's thighs. I nodded and Beauty felt her up as well, eyes going wide. In a near whisper I said, "Keep at it. Bring her off if you can"

I knelt down by Robin's face and lifted it so she could see my eyes. "You do get off on it, don't you?" Beauty's gentler touch was already having an effect. Robin's respiration rate increased and her eyes were growing wide. "May I...?" she gasped begging my permission. I ran my thumbs over her tor streaked cheeks."

"Yes."

Her orgasm was thunderous and continuous for almost a minute rather like that first day when I whipped her while Beauty used the vibrator on her cunt.

When she settled I asked, "Don't you think Beauty deserves a reward for spanking you so well?"

In an instant Robin was on her knees and looking longingly at Beauty's pussy, whispering, "Thank you Mistress. May I begin?" "Yes slut! Make me come!"

"Keep at until I tell both of you to stop," I said.

I was surprised that Robin had not once grabbed her flaming red ass. I figured it took every bit of inner strength to hold off. While she licked and nibbled I went and got some cream and started massaging it into her ass. Aside from a small murmur, Robin never broke her cunnilingus stride. I think I heard three orgasms from Beauty, but it might have been four.

I was hot and bothered too, so I stripped and sank my hard on into Robin noting how hot her bottom felt in my hands.

I might have just kept on for a finish, but when I got close I pulled out. "Slaves! Kneel and worship my cock."

My erection had no time to soften before two pairs of lips were doing their best to bring me off. One licked while the other swallowed for two strokes then they switched. Maybe it was a technique they had worked out back when It" was having her oral training. It sure felt lovely. I was not going to last long. When...whichever sub it was...felt my cock swelling in her mouth she tapped the licker on the shoulder. As I erupted two adoring faces were side by side catching my load in mouths, cheeks, eyebrows and other places. As I came back to my senses they were busy cleaning each other and sharing my cum. And then using the same technique as before they shared cleaning duties on my cock. Had I died in that moment it would have been a very very happy death.

Once everything had settled down, I turned to Robin and thanked her for the lesson.

"I think I know a lot more know and a bit more sense of your limits. Today is the first day for me to explore those limits. I may exceed them in my learning, and perhaps now and again when you have greatly displeased me. But first I have to learn them. Follow me."

I led the slave and the submissive to my former guest bedroom and unlocked the door. "It needs more work, but welcome to the basics of my punishment playroom."

It was pretty simple as I have said: some rings with padded cuffs embedded here and therein the wall at various heights for securing my property at various angles, a St. Andrew's Cross in one corner, a simple mattress in another, a pulley system in the centre of the room with a couple of adjustable spreader bars on the side. I have ordered a proper spanking bench, but for now there was a saw horse with some padding. It was enough to start. My cabinet hadn't arrived yet so a small folding table held the few whips, clamps, butt plugs, and vibrators, a tray of bottled water and a big bottle of lube. It was lit here and there by floods on simple track lighting adjustable with a dimmer switch.

"Right kiddies! Robin has so delightfully demonstrated her pain and pleasure response. Of course, as my property the pleasure part is mine alone to grant. Beauty, I don't really know your tastes yet nor your boundaries. Today, you watch. Here is a pen and paper. Go over to the mattress and stay there and observe. Write down your thoughts and feelings as they occur and whether or not you want to play in this room or not. Meanwhile, not a peep out of you. I do have gags if necessary and I can chain you up over there."

Beauty nodded, bowed her head and went to the mattress.

I reached over and tugged on the ring on Robin's collar pulling her over to the centre of the room under the pulley hook. I took a spreader bar and connected it to her ankle cuffs spreading her legs more than shoulder width apart stopping to fondle her dripping cunt as I stood. The second bar I attached to the wrist cuffs, but not quite as far apart. I didn't want to risk harming her shoulders. I attached the suspended hook to a ring in the middle of the arm bar and started to slowly stretch her upward. I had not yet gotten proper suspension cuffs, so I let her feet stay on the ground. I tied off the pulley rope and stepped back. She was facing Beauty, already scribbling away on the mattress.

I think the most perfectly erotic sight I had ever imagined was a beautiful, naked, submissive woman stretched in a spread eagle position. So open... so helpless...so vulnerable. Perhaps I saw a touch of anxiety...or even fear in her eyes, but I also saw a flush that spoke of longing. For a long few moments I just feasted my eyes on her, my Robin, my slave. My eyes travelled from her toes up her shapely calves, nicely stretched in the tension, up her thighs to her vulva, puffy from the morning's activities. I gazed at her slim waist, her cute belly button, her small but shapely breasts. I have always liked necks, and hers was slender and long. I looked at her lips and ears and hair...and then finally into her eyes. Desire burned there, desire for slavery, desire for her submission, desire to find out what would happen next, perhaps even desire for me.

I stepped closer and travelled the same ground with my hands, enjoying every inch of her, feeling the heat of her still red ass, sliding my fingers into her soaked pussy, tweaking her already stiff nipples into even greater hardness. I kissed her, lightly at first and then fully and deeply.

I pulled back slightly and said,"Tell me..."

"Use me, Master, please. I am your slave, your property. Whip me Master anywhere that pleases you. Show the world that I belong to you."

"Safe word? I am still very new to this."

"Rabbit, Sir, but you won't hear it."

The nice thing abut being a master is being able to change your mind or adjust your plan when you have a naked slave..or two in your care. No explanations necessary. I turned away from Robin after a quick slap on her ass and went to the toy table, but instead of taking a flogger, I picked up a vibrator, anal plug, a pair of nipple clips and some lube. Robin's eyes grew wide, but I turned away and walked over to Beauty.

"You can finish your essay later. Stand up." She sprang to her feet. Placing my hand on her back I gently pushed her face first against the wall between some of the rings. "Stay." I put down my toys except for the lube. I spread her butt cheeks and started to rub in a generous dollop of cold lube. She gasped at the sensation. Three quick ass spanks, "I said no sound!" I lubed up the plug and slipped it up her ass without too much difficulty. It was a vibrating plug and I switched it on.

"Turn around." She did and I looked into a pair of eyes shining with anticipation. I attached her arms one at a time to the rings fixed to the wall at shoulder height and then spreading her legs hooked up her feet. It wasn't tight bondage, but she was secure and not able to touch herself. I caressed her breasts and kissed her deeply for several minutes. She is a fine and eager kisser. I bent my head and started sucking on her fabulous breasts making the nipples engage and stand up. Quickly I snapped on the clips. They weren't harsh devices, but she was a novice (I think). Her eyes went wide and she inhaled sharply but otherwise made no sound. I tugged on them a bit and kissed her again. Then I switched on the Hitachi vibrator and started playing with her pussy. With the already buzzing butt plug, she was more than ready.

"Do you want to come?" She nodded vigourously.

"Really ready???" An even more vigorous nod.

"Then you shall...after you witness Robin's punishment"

I switched off the Hitachi and set it down. This time she groaned earning a sharp pussy slap, then I turned back to my slave.

Clearly watching Beauty had touched her. There was a light sheen on her body. I wandered to the toy table and selected a suede flogger to start.I was learning the ropes as it were, but I knew enough to warm up my subject before going on to more stinging toys. I needed to discover what Robin liked, hated and merely tolerated. She would theoretically have no choice to how I punished her, but after her terrible experience with the asshole, I wanted to give her what she wanted and needed. I admit that the power was arousing to me but I did not want to damage her.

I had her kiss the flogger so she would know which tool was coming first and know that it was just a starter. She naturally expected me to begin with her already red ass, of course, but her eyes went wide with surprise when I took a half step back and delivered six quick swipes across her lovely breasts. I started to rub her breasts and twist the nipples, firmly but not harshly. She sighed. Clearly it didn't hurt much. Stepped up and kissed her long and hard and reached around her tiny frame to deliver six more strikes to her back and behind. The next six were to her abdomen.

"Well?"

"More, harder, Master."

For the next step I blindfolded her. I picked up a leather flogger next with a mix of wide and thin strands. It would give a solid impact thud and a painful sting as well. It was time to go to begin in earnest.

With quiet steps I came up behind her and started firmly lashing her back from shoulders to thighs first from one side, then after a brief break, from the other side. The sheen had turned to sweat and after ten or so from each side, her back was turning red and she was starting to make mewling sounds. I had a feeling that in time I would have to learn to make her scream...she seemed to enjoy the increasing pain...but for today, well... still exploring.

I left her there swaying for a few minutes and went back to Beauty. I tugged on her nipple chain and watched her eyes grow. I had a notion to use the suede flogger on her but perhaps another day. This was her time to watch and learn. That said, some more edging seemed in order. I fired up the Hitachi and started to play again. With the vibrating plug still buzzing away plus the vision of Robin's pinking flesh just a few feet away, it didn't take much to get her shaking with arousal and the lust for the impending orgasm.

"Don't come, slut. I haven't given you permission. Come and I will throw you out on the street without even the benefit of your sarong!"

I played with her a bit more enjoying her struggle. When I finally switched off the toy, I think I saw relief and frustration in equal measure.

It was only a matter of minutes. Robin had a bit of time to come down but in listening to the sounds of my treatment of her fellow submissive, well she didn't come down much. I picked up my flogger again and without warning struck her hard across her breasts. Her yelp was most satisfying. I had to admit that attacking the front was more satisfying than whipping her backside. We all have our kinky preferences. I didn't overdo it. I paced my strikes letting the pain subside before adding another. Before long from her neck to the top of her crotch was passing from pink to red. Time for a break...but not before a strike to her leaking pussy. Finally a cry of anguish and a shaking in her suspension. I wondered if not being able to touch her afflicted pussy was even worse than the stroke itself. I decided that two more strokes were in order, one about a minute later and then a third 20 seconds later. That elected a low moan that echoed a long time.

I went around behind her and gently massaged her breasts, her belly and finally her mons, sliding a finger in between her lips. The moan changed from pain to pleasure.

"Safe word?" She shook her head no.

"I have one more tool I wish to try." The head shake became a nod. I picked up a crop whip with a triangular tip. I had tried it out on my hand. I knew it would sting like a bitch. But first a moment of stimulation for Beauty.

I started to crop her ass, aiming for that sensitive join between butt and upper thigh. Each strike made Robin jump and twist in her bindings. Most satisfying to watch. When she settled I would land another blow, but never in the same place. Sometimes on a shoulder, sometimes on the side of a breast, sometimes on the inside of her thighs. Robin was rocking and moaning steadily now so much so that I stopped waiting for her to become quiet again. Little triangular red marks appeared all over her body from knees to shoulders. Thinking it was time to bring this to a close, I finished with two sharp flicks at each nipple and then I was rewarded with a real scream from the last two to her stretched cunt.

She hung limp. I gently massaged and licked her savaged nipples for a moment and then stepped to Beauty. Unchaining her and reclipping her hands behind her back, I said, "Now it's time to earn your orgasm. Robin has suffered for her pleasure. Earn yours by giving her the same pleasure she gave you earlier. Beauty dropped to her knees and scooted over to Robin's pussy. Noting it's redness she started gently kissing and licking until Robin began to respond. I stepped around behind and started caressing my slavegirl everywhere else with a soothing cream. It wasn't long before Robin was screaming and shaking not in pain, but in ecstasy.