Robin's Rescue

Hi friends, thanks for your kind votes and comments. I personally do not care for endless stories. I find they become repetitive, and I hope I haven't fallen into that trap. I have plans for two more parts and perhaps a brief epilogue. Hope to post at least one in the next week or so. LKL

Robin's Rescue Part six

While my slave and my sub napped I sat in my favourite chair and switched on a football game, snacked on chips and soda and let the thoughts and feelings of the last few hours...heck the last few days - wash over me...the game did not involve my team. It was background noise.

My big question was, What next?

First, I needed the girls to tell me how they experienced the scene.

Second...or maybe first, I needed to get my rocks off. Here I was, the Master, and I was the only one who hadn't come! Nah, I could save it up for a while longer.

Third, having heard from them, ponder what came next, if not today, then in the next couple of weeks. I wanted to test every limit that interested me before the 30 days were up and Robin and I faced the decision about making this permanent. It seemed increasingly likely.

I had never thought of myself as someone who would enjoy punishing girls. Sure, I enjoyed...ahh...exerting strong physical influence over my lovers. I liked to be in charge and often took my pleasure first before thinking of her needs. Some of them liked being grabbed, thrown down and fucked. Some didn't. Those ones didn't stick around. Yeah, I could be an asshole sometimes.

In truth I really hadn't found someone to stick around more than a few months. I hadn't really been seeking permanence, but now...with her... I think I was changing too.

Now that I 'owned' a slave I had the power - the right! to be an asshole all the time...except I became her owner exactly because she was running away from that kind of asshole. I am pretty sure I hadn't been as much as an evil asshole as that jerk, but comparing myself to him was a good thing. I found that I didn't want to just fuck her any way and any when. I wanted to help her heal. The thing is that Robin wanted - no needed - to be a slave. She needed to be, if not mistreated, the treated harshly by someone to whom she ceded power over her.

My challenge was to own her, but also to treat her as a precious property. And make no mistake, these few days had shown me she craved being my property, craved her slavery.

So we needed to finish mutually exploring boundaries...what she could manage and what I could offer before decision day. Figuring out those boundary lines would take awhile. I think I needed to work with Robin alone for a time.

Fourth and finally, I needed to make arrangements for my slave when I had to head back to work in the oil patch next week. I pulled up my laptop and wrote Pauline offering Robin's services for as much of that time as she wanted. Living in with Pauline would be best. I also wanted to ask Robin if she could manage on her own for some or all of that time. I knew I could order, but I thought she deserved a chance to provide input. As a final back up, I thought I might request/require Beauty to live with Robin on other days. Then I had a final thought. I would have Skype. If she was on her own I could order her to do 'tasks' and film them. That felt attractive.

But first, there was tonight. Let's test how public humiliation worked...!

I looked in the closet where I kept the clothes I would loan to Robin and laid out her black leather corset dress and red heels. I also pulled out an old long tee shirt from my own drawers and put them all on the bed.. I went back and shook them awake...they were spooning on the 'dungeon' mattress. "Upstairs, now" I smiled at my own bossiness as I walked away. This dominant thing spoken aloud was still new to me. I wondered if my gruffness was convincing.

At any rate in two minutes I had two disheveled and somewhat smelly slave sluts kneeling in front of me as I pretended to watch the game. Switching off the TV I told them to stand and display. I felt my cock starting to stiffen nicely...but first:

"Sit on the couch side by side." I had thrown a towel on the couch while they were coming up. No point in ruining the furniture with sweat and sex juice! They complied with alacrity. "Right, tell me about your experience today. Tell me truthfully, not what you think I want to hear. If I am to continue in relationship with either of you I need to know what works, what doesn't and what else you think would be good to try."

They looked at each other, nodded and then Beauty began, perhaps showing a bit of dominance in the pecking order. She was the voluntary sub after all, not the owned slave.

"Master, it was incredibly intense. The bondage made me feel helpless. I have been play tied up at work, but always with restraints I could pull apart and knowledge that help would come running if I yelled out a safe word. When I heard the click, I knew helplessness for the first time. I was heading towards a melt down, but just as quickly I looked into your eyes and realized that I trusted you, so I let go...I submitted. I still don't really know why I wanted it. That's not something I have done much. When you are a hooker you have to keep control. But while I watched you restraining Robin I tingled with the knowledge that I had no control, that you could do whatever you wanted.

"Thank you for not going extreme on me, Master. I am not sure what would have happened to my brain if you had punished me like you did Robin. In a way, I felt every strike on her body.

"Of course, the vibrator up my ass and the edging and the nipple clamps kept me from thinking straight. All I knew was that at times my vision blurred and I felt out of control, absolutely owned by you and dependent on your whim. How long would this last? I didn't know. Would you make it harder? I didn't know. Would you ever give my aching pussy relief? I didn't know. I had no say, no control."

"And??" I asked.

"It was a fucking amazing!! And I hope you will do it again... Sir. This is so different from my professional sex life and so satisfying that my greatest fear now is that you will send me away."

"Thank you. And what about how I treated Robin? Did that attract you?"

"Sir, it sure was arousing but it was scary. I don't think I could deal with the pain you gave her...but maybe if you started slow? A spanking?"

"Thank you, Beauty...another day perhaps we can explore that."

"Robin?"

"May I kneel, Master?"

"No. I told you I wanted more than a sex toy and a cumslut. I told you I want a slave who thinks and converses intelligently. Converse."

"Yes, Master, sorry Master. Being allowed to be human and have an opinion is new to me. I like it, but I am not used to it.

"Thank you for punishing me."

"That sounded like an automatic and rehearsed response, Robin," I interrupted.

"Yes Sir." I noted she didn't apologize. Progress?

"Being bound and stretched like that got me wet all on its own. I felt so completely exposed and vulnerable...like what Beauty said...helpless. It's not the first time I felt that way because..." she took a long pause as if trying to decide to go on.

"Go ahead, tell me. I want to know what others have done that worked and especially what didn't."

"Mostly my memory is triggered by what he...by what happened to me recently. Mostly he just tied my wrists to my ankles with rough ropes and left me in a ball, to beat with his belt, sometimes to kick or slap me hard, then he would piss on me and walk away leaving be cramping for hours, even a full night in the dark sometimes. He hardly ever used me for sex and mostly couldn't come. I think I have told you that

"The way you looked at me when I was stretched was by itself a new experience. To be looked at, to be touched all over, to be kissed..." I could see tears rimming her eyes.

"I just wanted to give you everything, to show you... and Beauty who was watching wide-eyed, how much you...owned me. I was proud, Master and proud of you, too! And then the flogger, whip and crop just moved me into a wonderful subspace. I was lost in pain and pleasure under your hand, Master.

"You could have been harsher, for I was nowhere near safe word territory, but the pain you inflicted was at a level that was intense and immensely arousing. Oh, and you might not have known, but I was only a few pussy strikes from cumming when you stopped.

"Master, I am with Beauty on this...my only fear is that you will send me away."

"Thank you girls. I also found it satisfying, though I note, I was there only one denied an orgasm"

Their eyes popped wide open, almost fearful as if they had created some great social faux pas. I laughed.

"Don't worry sluts. If I wanted one of your holes I would have just taken it as is my right. I wanted time to ponder our 'activities' myself.

"Training you was very educational and more of a cerebral pleasure than a physical one. I wanted to control you, to manipulate, to see how you reacted to each additional punishment, to win your submission rather than simply take it. It sounds like I was reasonably successful."

They nodded vigorously, but did not speak.

"Right... you have work today right, Beauty?"

"Yes Sir."

"Okay, here is what I want since you have some time. First I want both of you to go and shower and groom each other properly. You can only touch the other slut, not yourself. You can play if you have the energy for it, but remember, no playing with yourself. Beauty, since you are my sub, not my slave, you have control over Robin. She will follow your orders, right?"

Robin nodded in the affirmative. I think I saw a slight smile.

"Perhaps she should wear cuffs while you are ministering to her... and serving you." They looked into each other's eyes and smiled, Beauty with a somewhat higher degree of excitement. "You will probably need to give her a dozen swats on the ass to make sure she does a good job. After all, she won't have her hands to soap you. You have my permission."

"Second, after you groom and have some playtime Beauty, I want you to do Robin's make up a bit slutty but not too much and dress her in the clothes you will find on my bed. Robin you can do Beauty's make up if she likes.

"Beauty, since you came here virtually naked, you can take the tee shirt I have left out for you to get to work without getting arrested.

"Third, I might choose to watch part of your grooming and demand service." They both perked up some more, much to my satisfaction.

"Finally, Beauty I need a couple of days alone with Robin." It was now Thursday. "Don't come back until Sunday night. I have some plans for the weekend...she might need you Sunday night." I tried to look evil as I said it, but I'm not sure I pulled it off. Beauty pouted fiercely enough for me to throw her over my lap for a half dozen quick ones then I tossed her back on the floor. I didn't want her stripping down for the johns with too red an ass...they might get ideas and abuse my almost property. She got back on her knees, clasped her hands behind her back and meekly said, "Yes, Sir."

Watching them scurry away, I found myself very much in need of relief. Hearing the shower running, I stripped down after a few minutes and joined them. I had them both soap me up. It was tricky with Robin's hands cuffed behind her back, but she used her tiny body to great effect. I had them pay close attention to my cock and ass. Then I demanded and received a shared blowjob, their heads close right under the spray of water. It seemed to make breathing a bit difficult. Good! I insisted that Beauty also hold her hands behind her back as if cuffed threatening dire punishment if she disobeyed.

I was in no rush. After several minutes of soft wet ministrations, I pulled away.

"Beauty, have you spanked her yet for her sloppy work?"

"Ah...no sir?"

"Do it now, I want to watch. Six on each cheek if you please. Hard." Robin knelt awkwardly and raised her butt in the air. I moved the shower spray right over her ass, then placed a towel under her face. I didn't want any damage. I knew the wet smacks would be considerably more painful to both hand and ass and I greatly enjoyed the grimaces, grunts and whimpers coming from both of them. Water sprayed everywhere. After six, Beauty started to fondle Robin's pussy. A little nudge on her backside cause her to turn and look at me in fear. I stared at her for a moment to let that sink in and then quietly said, " That wasn't on the menu. You haven't finished yet. When you are allowed back here you can tell me what kind of punishment would be appropriate."

The final six swats were definitely more energetic and the last couple caused Robin to cry out.

"Turn and face beauty slave and thank her."

"Thank you for punishing me Miss...?"

"Yes, when I give Beauty an order to punish she becomes your Mistress for that moment."

"Thank you for punishing me Mistress!"

"Okay, back on my cock sluts." Beauty forgot to place her stinging hands behind her back so I twisted her nipples harshly until she remembered and got back into position. This time I let them nuzzle and suckle until I couldn't hold back and spilled my seed all over their waiting faces. By the time I stepped out of the shower the hot water was clearly starting to run out. I smiled wondering how quick the girls would be finishing their washing in a cold shower. As I dried off, I set the timer on my phone for 10 minutes and told them they had to stay under the spray and keep cleaning each other for that long.

By the time they emerged they were shivering. I left them with two face cloths to dry each other off and reminded them that I expected proper grooming and that I would be inspecting pits and pussies later. I wondered if cold shaves are as uncomfortable in those regions and they are on my face. Oh well, they had time. They could use this tongues as a soother afterwards.

After 1 hour and 55 minutes they were again before me. With her oversized tee shirt falling off one shoulder Beauty looked like some slut out of an 80's movie. She knew it too and had done her raven tresses in that sideways top of the head pony tail. Perhaps this would be her work outfit today.

And Robin? It was all I could do to not throw her in the ground and take her right there. It was a good thing I had come just an hour or so ago.

Her red hair was up, leaving her collar visible from all directions. Her eye make up had red highlights and her lipstick belonged on a fire engine.

Her outfit consisted of a black leather corset, soft as butter, complete with detachable bra. The corset had a plunging vee between her breasts showing, perhaps three inches of skin and quick release hooks of the cups could easily expose her for all to see. It flared to display her hips nicely with a bottom line cut straight across her belly just above the navel. In all it was a marvellous piece of engineering.

Circling the bottom were a series of silver ringlets. Dangling from them on a matching series of hooks was a heavy skirt made of the same shining leather. There was a four inch gap between corset and skirt, so the upper hem barely covered the top of her cunt. The skirt didn't fully encircle her waist. A few inches of her left hip was totally exposed. The rest of was cut on a severe bias down to her ankle. From the right side, she was fully dressed in a floor length leather gown. On the left side she was naked from the waist sporting an outfit that demanded careful walking or sitting.

I called Beauty to me and walked her to the door. "Look, sweet slut. I am not sending you away. I know I don't have to say anything, I could just leave you hanging, but that's not me. I need to get to know Robin without the considerable and delightful distraction that you are. I look forward to having you part of this household for a long time to come."

She stood on tiptoe, kissed me on the cheek and silently smiling turned to go.

Going back to the living room I looked at this beautiful slave - a symphony in black and red.

"We are going to dinner later, Robin, but we are going for a drive first. Now turn around and bend over lifting your skirt." She complied of course.

I pulled out some lube and a butt plug, I greased her asshole and sliding the contoured toy until her sphincter grabbed it firmly. It was nice to hear her gasp just before her sphincter closed. Just the right size to be uncomfortable.

"Turn back. Lift your skirt."

Looking into her eyes I slipped a vibrating egg well and securely into her cunt. I held up the remote with a grin and started the egg buzzing. Her eyes went wide. I switched it off and pocketed the remote leaving her wondering when I would use it again.

We went to the car. It was the middle of the afternoon and bright out. As I started the engine I said "Keep your hands by your sides and spread your legs." I pulled the skirt away from her bare pussy and started to play with it as I drove. Robin closed her eyes. I pinched her cunt lips hard. "Eyes open! Don't speak. And if you see anyone looking at you, make eye contact and smile. You are, after all, a hungry slut." She complied. I kept pinching. "It think I will add some rings down there so I don't have to tire my fingers when getting your attention. Perhaps we will do that first," I said as if the idea had just occurred to me. "After all, I'm not really that hungry yet."

Once the 30 days had past and she pledged herself permanently I had the idea for a unique ownership tattoo but that was still a couple of weeks away. Piercing would be another matter. It was a display of authority and ownership, but not as permanent as the tattoo I had in mind.

We drove around some heavily trafficked areas and I made sure to get stuck at a few stoplights while in the curb lane. Robin dutifully looked strangers in the eye when she could and did nothing when some pairs of eyes saw her southern exposure. Driving away from the lights I heard the occasional, "Holy Shit..." and a few less appreciative calls of, "Slut!"

After a while I pulled up on the street near the tattoo/piercing shop where I had made arrangements earlier. There was a spot next to the door, but today was about enduring exposure and humiliation, so a block long walk in her revealing outfit in the bright light of day seemed a good warm up.

I went around to open her car door. She had not been given permission to move her hands or to cover herself and she didn't try. She swung her legs out of the car but waited to be ordered to stand up. Her face turned a charming shade of red as several people passed by. It was a busy shopping area. My favourite moment was the young man walking hand in hand with his girlfriend. He saw Robin. His eyes bugged out of his head and the girlfriend noticed. She grabbed his arm and dragged him away calling out "Fuck you!". I'm not sure if that was intended for Robin or the boyfriend. I think he was going to have to spring for a nice dinner tonight! Robin's blush just deepened.

I extended my hand and we walked arm in arm to the shop. She kept her eyes down. I decided to let her for now. She clung to my arm like it was a life preserver, something I found quite satisfying.

Entering I asked for Anton, with whom I had made prior arrangements. An enormous muscled bald man stepped up from the back. My God he was the very stereotype of a biker, a good choice if I wanted my petite slave to be awed. I noted that we had talked and he nodded. "I still need to get her permission in writing," he said with a strong eastern European accent. Even I was frightened! Robin was staring up at him with her eyes wide, but the flaring of her nostrils told me she was turned on, too. He produced a clip board with the appropriate release forms.

"Robin, I need you to sign this, I said. "You don't have to. Also you can choose to read through it and see what will be done or let it be a surprise. The choice is yours. The one thing I will note is that I have denied the use of anaesthetic. No punishment will come from a refusal." I figured that giving her a right of refusal made her affirm her submission in yet another way. If she wanted to be my slave, she would have to recommit to it regularly.