Robin's Rescue

Robin's Rescue Part seven

When I sent Beauty away, I told her I needed some time alone with my owned slave and asked her to return Sunday evening. I suggested Robin might need her. There were two reasons for that. Late Sunday I was flying off to work in the oilfields for two weeks. I wanted time to 'normalize' our relationship a bit and to set up Robin up for my time away. But secondly, I was also planning a big send off. On Sunday, I was going to be sharing Robin with several of my work pals for the first time. I wanted her to have some support after I had left in case it was too much. Another experiment, I guess. But that was still a few days away.

Robin and I settled in for a few quiet days, into the beginnings of a routine. Some new toys arrived, a very versatile spanking bench/chair rig, some gags and toys, a leather hood, a Sybian...and a deluxe violet wand kit.

We tried out everything except the Sybian which I kept hidden. That would make its debut own Sunday.

The bench was a great success, at least for me. It was delightfully adjustable, Robin could be restrained in a kneeling position for ass, thigh and back punishment...and feet, I guess. There was even a nifty face cushion with an opening for face fucking. It could be adjusted to a sitting spread-eagle position - and I do like spread eagle! for frontal punishments. There was even a stock attachment to restrain neck and hands while standing and facing the chair for that handy restrained ass fucking.

We worked together assembling it. When we were done, Robin dropped to her knees in a slave display position. "Master, can we try it you?"

"Certainly slave. Which configuration interests you?"

"Ummm...all of them Master...please?"

I wanted time for the redness to fade before Sunday, so I planned to not be too harsh. I granted her request...but on my terms.

First I placed the hood on her with blindfold patches in place and guided her to the frame. I positioned her standing, legs spread wide and attached to the frame at the ankles. I had her lean over onto the horizontal pad and attached her arms to the adjustable extension struts. Had she been standing her arms would have been stretched over her head at an angle. A nifty feature is that the central torso support pad came in three hinged sections. I lowered the two on either side leaving only a narrow three inch centre pad. Result? Easily accessible hanging breasts. I tweaked each nipple for awhile then attached some very sturdy clips and hung small weights. I held them close to her breasts for a second and then dropped to the full extent of their six inch chains. There was a satisfying squeak coming from my slave. I gave the weights a tap to send them swinging. Another squeak. Too much noise! I inserted a penis gag through the mask and secured it. The gag was large enough to be uncomfortable but with a hole so there was no asphyxiation or choking danger. As a final touch I switched on the white noise phones wired into the hood.

Then I left...

Robin was unaware that I had installed a few pinhole cameras with microphones in the dungeon so that I could keep an eye on her safety while I made myself a leisurely lunch. I wanted her safe, but not necessarily always feeling safe.

About an hour later I returned quietly. Her first awareness of me came when I touched the charged violet wand to her fully displayed pussy lips. I swear she nearly broke the restraints. Ok, not true, but she did jump since only wrists and ankles were tied. It was a pleasurable time for the next 20 minutes or so. She never knew when the next touch would come...ass, pussy, fingers, and tits of course. It was especially fun to watch how her reaction got those weights a swinging! I switched to faster pace for a few minutes and enjoyed seeing sweat spring from her pores. She was in constant motion.

Being a kind master I picked up the Hitachi vibrator in one hand along with the violet wand in the other and after a three minute pause started rubbing the vibrator all over her pussy and clit. Of course there were random violet wand touches as well, often in the same places. There was no subtle technique this time, the stimulation was constant until I saw her whole body go rigid and her orgasm squirt onto the floor. I pulled away and watched her squirm and pant as best she could through the gag.

When she finally quieted, I undid the gag and removed it.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuck. Thank you Master"

Of course it was right then that I yanked the weighted nipple clips off so the "Thank you" morphed into a shriek of "You bastaaaard!!!"

She was absolutely right, of course, but it would have been remiss of me to not grab the flogger and deliver six sharp ones to her ass cheeks.

Later, cuddling in my armchair upstairs I asked, So?"

"Master, I love the spanking bench! So many possibilities to play with." She gave me a hug. "Thank you for getting it for me. Loved the wand and the way you surprised me with it everywhere and whenever. Not so fond of the weighted clamps." I massaged her red nipples gently. "I confess the way you used them was...well...masterful...but they were nasty. More punish than play, but you own me and I give myself to you completely. Use them whenever you like..."

I confess I kinda liked it when she stopped to remind us both who was in charge and which of us was dom and which was sub.

"I liked being blindfolded but the hood was really scary. Losing sight and sound and even smell because the leather fragrance is so strong was really upsetting...and then being just left. I freaked a little and then calmed by reminding myself that I was serving you, that in spite of my slave state, I had given myself to you willingly and wholeheartedly. That got me into a different kind of subspace. Subspace is usually about being transported by pain and submission, but this was different. Sure I was uncomfortable but this was more mental and emotional. Maybe it made my orgasm so strong. But master, the hood also feels like a tool of punishment rather than play."

"Thank you for being so honest with me Robin. It's useful information," I said noncommittally.

"Master Finn, may I please pleasure you?"

I nodded and she slipped to her knees and freed my growing cock. Her eyes never left mine a she licked and sucked, stroked and played and sucked some more. As she felt me getting closer, the pulled her mouth away and stroked once or twice and looked at me with so much love. "Master, may I wear you tonight?"

Not seeing me say no, she sucked and stroked fast and never breaking eye contact painted her face with my sperm. She licked the last few drops cleaning my cock and placing it gently back in my pants. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of that beautiful, glazed and loving slave face.

"Think I'll make that my new lock screen pic. OK, go order us Chinese food tonight then dress for the delivery. Red heels and the leather harness. Clip your cuffs to the waist band. It will make it so much more interesting watching you trying to open the door and carry the bags."

When the bell rang 30 minutes later she strode with uncharacteristic brazenness to the door with cum glazed face. I guess her punishment and massive orgasm left her turned on still. She returned several minutes later. "Sir, I did tip him online when I ordered, but I as a bonus I said, 'Sir, my hands are locked, so I can't stop you touching me if you like.' I hope that wasn't overstepping." She was wearing a very self-satisfied smirk.

"And how did he respond?"

"I was thoroughly examined!" The smirk again.

"Well that's fine, but your punishment for not asking permission will be no orgasms till I see different."

The smirk became a pout, though her eyes were still smiling.

Later that evening after some cuddling, eating and a movie I ordered Robin to kneel.

"You recall that I am going back to work for two weeks on Sunday night and that you can't come. I have asked Pauline if she could use you in her shop and she has committed to the two Fridays and Saturdays - her busiest days. You will ostensibly be a fetish model, but of course you will serve her as you would me.

"Are you comfortable being here alone the rest of the time? I am sure Beauty will drop in from time to time and you may play with her as you wish, but we have yet to make many friends together."

"I will be fine, Master. May I contact you?"

"Oh yes, I expect to FaceTime with you nightly...and I will probably text you commands and tasks at various time just to remind you who is in charge. I expect you to edge in the morning and at bedtime and twice during the day. I want one of those to be out the house and away from this property. If someone catches you, well, offer them your service."

Robin shivered slightly. The idea of exposure was still very humiliating for her even if the exposure was only a possibility. Meekly she said, "Yes, Master. I will obey and I will miss you."

"I also want to get you thinking about something more immediate, Pet. On Sunday, some of my work friends are coming over to watch the game. I will expect you to be dressed in your servant outfit, to prepare snacks and provide beverages as needed. You will make it clear to each guest as you arrive that you are here to serve all their needs, and that they are free to examine you...with their hands."

Robin shivered again...more exposure and this time it contained the possibility of something more. I fully intended there to be a great deal more. I was planning on putting her on slut detail - wanton slut detail - involving the still secret Sybian. She would find out about that in good time...meaning as the scene was unfolding. The bonus for me is that I would be a fucking hero in the eyes of my friends.

On Saturday we tried a few more configurations of the new spanking bench but more as play than anything else. Frankly the part I enjoyed the most was about as vanilla as it gets. I had my girl stretched out, but comfortably with her knees bent. She had an ordinary blindfold rather than the disliked hood. I had soft music going and I just touched her, light feathery touches wherever I felt like, though aside from the very occasional brisk tap, I left her pussy alone. Sometimes I leaned down and kissed her mouth, deeply, but gently and as erotically as I could manage. I massaged her scalp for awhile, her feet and fingers. In time I suckled on her lovely breasts and kissed my way slowly down to her damp pussy. Kneeling between her outstretched legs and treated her with licks to her lips, gently biting and pulling the rings, teasing her clit, sliding fingers inside in search of her g spot.

You know I have done some hard things to Robin, and today, well to her credit, she just lay back and took it! ;) You see, I was falling in love with this slave girl. I had feelings for her no other woman had aroused in me before. This lazy Saturday afternoon before a two week separation, I wanted to show her she was treasured as more than just my submissive.

I slowly brought her to the edge several times before finally speeding up and giving her permission to cum, and she did loudly and long.

As she settled into the after effects she quietly begged, "Master, would you please fuck your slave?"

"No, but I will fuck the Robin I have come to love." and I did.

That night she slept in my arms, no cuffs, no chains. We would go back to that. She already knew the she had to sleep on the floor chained to the bed with hands cuffed to her collar (easy for her to undo in the morning). But this last night, I wanted a lover, not a slave.

Sunday morning started with a morning blow job. Anticipating the day I was very hard and didn't last all that long. Good thing too. I needed to be in control today and not be a slave to my own lust - pardon the pun. We then went food shopping. We needed snacks for the game, but I wanted to make sure Robin had food for the time I was away. Robin was dressed almost demurely for her...it was a grocery store on Sunday, after all. I had allowed her to purchase a couple of pairs of tight leggings, some crop tops so her belly handcuffs would be on display and a pair of mules that gave her that lovely tight ass look from behind. Around her neck she sported a thin silver circlet with a small ring in front. Those who would recognize it for what it was would know. The church ladies in the store probably wouldn't. To have her on public display all the time would lessen the impact. I didn't want her to feel that slutty clothing was standard operating procedure.

Of course in the car on the way home she stripped off the top without being told. By the time we pulled into the garage she was naked but for the jewellery. When all the bags were in she knelt in the middle of the kitchen floor, legs apart, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. It took me a few minutes to get the message, but soon enough I retrieved her much more obvious red collar and replaced the silver 'going out in vanilla world' collar.

I told her there would be three guests coming at 12:30 p.m. and to be ready in all respects. First she set up the living room so we could all see the big screen TV adequately, then laid out plates, napkins etc. In the kitchen she arranged cold snacks and prepped the hot ones for the oven. She made sure the beer was on ice.

That done she scampered off to groom, do make up and dress in the stipulated outfit.

While she was gone, I placed the Sybian with vaginal and ass dildos in the corner of the room...I had attached an upright bar to the rear with an attached collar and rings for cuffs. There was another modification that would be a fun part of the reveal. I then through a blanket over the whole rig.

Robin returned for inspection. She had black heels with shiny silver padlocks. The dress was black, with short sleeves, a snug waist and a wide skirt that came to mid thigh. It would have been modest had it not been cut so the bodice hem ran below her breasts exposing them fully. She had rouged her nipples. Save for some designed vertical ribs of solid cloth and horizontal ones defining her waist and the hem to give the dress shape and form, the fabric was not just sheer, but totally see through. She was dressed and yet utterly exposed. She had chosen to go with dramatic red and purple shaded makeup with her hair swept up with product. Any man seeing her would find that his nighttime wet dream goddesses paled in comparison.

I was glad I had enjoyed that blowjob, otherwise my plan would have collapsed right there in the loving room floor. Still, I called her over, fixed bright red cuffs to wrists and ankles and then played with her pussy for several minutes to make she was well lubed and fully attentive.

"Have you lubed your ass?"

"Yes, Master. You didn't order it, but I anticipated it might be a smart idea."

"Good girl. Now remember to greet each guest individually as I instructed, especially the part about having permission to touch you as they like. I imagine they will be too stunned to do much in the doorway, but here is your rule today...every guest is a Master and you will be available in any way I or they instruct. But trust that I will keep you safe."

With that I sent her to the front door to wait.

When Robin escorted the last of my friends into the living room, she was already sporting a nice, humiliated rosy hue.

Each, as they arrived were clearly gobsmacked and I told them I would explain when all were assembled. I had asked them to come a half hour before kick-off because I wanted to have some fun first.

"Gentlemen, and with you rig rats I use that term very loosely, you have already met Robin and probably think she is a slut or a hooker or both. In fact, she is my owned slave, complete with a signed contract. We are in a probationary period, but if things continue to go as well as they have, she will become my full time, live in slave on a permanent basis not long after we get back from this current work rotation.

"Today is a bit of a test. Robin is both aroused and embarrassed by public display and humiliation. I plan to push her limits, and let me stress, that while she does not know exactly what will happen this afternoon, it is completely consensual. She has a safe word in case it's needed, but she has not yet had any cause to do so.

"So, she is our shared maid, slut and slave. Robin! Lift your skirt, show my friends your cunt rings." Of course she did so immediately.

"Speak...put my friends at ease."

"Masters, Master Finn has told me to serve you in any way you desire. He owns me and I willingly and obey him unquestioningly. He did not tell me to say this, but I am a three hole slut. If Master desires I will offer any or all of them to you however and whenever you wish. Is that sufficient Master Finn?"

"Indeed it is. You may drop your skirt. For now, guys let me assure you that you will have ample time to get your rocks off as often as you like, but first a few games within the game.

"To start, Slave Robin, go to each man in turn and offer him your body to touch...and ask in the most enticing way you can for his drink order. Take your time with each guest and then fill the orders and bring the snacks."

'Sashay' is a good word to describe her movement. So is 'sensuous' and 'erotic'. For each man she placed her hands on his thighs and leaned in close to whisper "What can I get you. Sir?" And then she lifted up as she slowly pulled away so her breasts were enticingly close to his face.

Most still not quite believing in the scene, gave quick fondles to her ass or a lick to a nipple. When it was my turn I pulled her into my lap, kissed her, suckled her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Then I had her stand, ordered he to spread her legs and played with her cunt rings for awhile. "Guys...that's how it's done. Don't be shy!"

As orders were delivered, one by one, the lads got with the program. By the time they finished she was panting with her arousal. And it was just about time for kick off.

"Right, gents and slave, here are how things will go." I pulled the cover off the Sybian in the corner, looking a bit nefarious with its bondage attachments. "Robin, this will be your station during the game. Mount up!"

While she was carefully kneeling over the rig and inserting the dildos I continued explaining, "Slave Robin will be here waiting for your attentions."

I then shuffled and dealt out three cards face down. They were numbered 1-3. "Once the game starts this will be the order." I was busy attaching Robin's cuffs to the bar and securing the collar around her neck binding her to the Sybian rig for...well as long as I liked! "When either team scores, Number 1 will be up for a blow job. If it's a field goal, you get three minutes. If it's a converted touchdown you get seven minutes to use her mouth as you like. Now, here is the fun part!" I stepped up so my crotch was level with her mouth and as I did so, the pad in front of the Sybian triggered the unit. Both dildos started vibrating in her holes at moderately high speed. She yelped, but of course could not move.

"Fun, eh? As she pleasures you, she gets pleasured too!" I stepped off and the vibrations stopped. My horny slut girl wiggled her groin as if that would somehow make it start again.

"Oh, and one other thing..." I pulled out the violet wand. "If either team fumbles or there is an interception, she gets punished for it. She is a bit of a pain slut. Whoever's number is up gets to shock her anywhere you like. One shock for every five yards where the incident occurs. For example, if the fumble is on the thirty five she gets seven zaps. Clear?

"And yes, one other thing. Slave, you may take pleasure out of your ride, but if you come I will administer 10 shocks. If you beg to come, and if I refuse, it will be 20 shocks. It is a little risk/reward and all depends on your performance. For your sake, you better hope for a low scoring game."