Robin's Rescue

My job entails working on the oil rigs for two weeks at a time. I left the city to go back to work leaving Robin, my full time owned slave behind. She was in the care of Beauty, my part time volunteer sub. I had arranged daily video chats with my slave girl where she was expected to come online naked from our 'dungeon' where the toys were kept. I had also arranged for her to be an occasional fetish model for Pauline, a delightful dominant who kept a marvellous kinky clothes show room in back of her 'vanilla' lingerie shop. I have ordered Robin to write about those two weeks from her perspective. I'll call that story Robin's Vacation.

But here I want to finish my story. Technically we were still on a 30 day temporary contract. With Beauty's help I had rescued this girl from a sadistic psychopath. The thing is, Robin was a natural slave. She wanted out from him, but she didn't want freedom...and I had paid money for her, so now she was mine. She had early on begged me to keep her. That was kind of shocking to me, but over the next two weeks I discovered a latent dominant streak. I have detailed my awakening and the building of trust in the previous chapters. Oh, yeah...and fantastic sex on a scale I did not know was possible! Still, the temporary contract said 30 days. I insisted on waiting

By the time I returned home, the 30 days would be up. Did I really want to commit to this slave girl on a permanent basis? Almost the minute I jumped in my truck to head towards the oilfields I started missing her. It wasn't just the sex, or the power over her. It was her. I found my tiny red haired girl intoxicating, but more importantly, I found her obedient and willing... no eager, to embrace any test I gave her. Pain, humiliation, sharing, same sex - no problem. But she also embraced cuddling, hugging and was willing to share (at my orders) her deepest feelings. She was honest, loving and devoted...and a lot of fun, too.

Yep, I wanted to own her forever.

On one of our video chats (when I wasn't having her perform all kinds of acts for my erotic enjoyment), I broached the subject. She had already told me she wanted to stay and be my slave many times. Nevertheless, I demanded a formal discussion, the forging of a new or renewed agreement and some sort of ceremony.

I spent my lonely nights devising that.

I arrived home and was surprised. Robin was not there to greet me. I called, but no answer. Hmm. I dropped my bags and then noticed a rose petal on the floor, then another a few feet away. I followed the trail all the way to the room we used as a dungeon and opened the door.

There was my Robin strapped into the spanking chair, semi-reclined with arms and legs restrained on the extendable arms. She was splayed wide, legs angled slightly up, and arms stretched more above her head than sideways. Her pussy was glistening, possibly set off by the butt plug vibrating at a low setting in her ass. Her nipples were clamped with a chain extending through her pussy rings to a weight hanging down between her legs. It wasn't too heavy, stimulating more than painful. Perhaps she had been there for some time.

Most surprising was that she was wearing the full hood I had bought. The blindfold was in place. The penis gag was in her mouth and I could faintly hear the hum of white noise coming from the built in headphones. She was a vision of submission, but more importantly her use of the hated hood was already giving me the answer about our future. No words could have expressed the totality of her willing enslavement to me more eloquently.

On a small table beside the spanking chair was an assortment of toys, whips, floggers, sex toys, lube, the violet want and the hitachi.

There was a note as well.

"Welcome back, Master Finn. Your slave is ready. She asked me to bind her this way, well actually she bribed me with a glorious afternoon of sex. She asked me to write, "Master, I have asked Beauty to bind me this way as an offering. I am your slave and want to be your slave as long as you will have me. I am spread out to show I have no secrets, that my body is yours entirely. I cannot escape, nor do I want to escape any use you have for me. I am wearing this hood so that whatever you do will be a surprise at the start and because you know I hate it. Putting it on is an act of willing submission to your wishes, desires and orders. Please keep me, Master Finn, to love and especially to serve you for as long as you desire."

Holy fuck! My pants were feeling pretty tight, so I stripped off.

Part of me wanted to free her, cuddle her and profess my undying love for her.

Another part just wanted to fuck her, take her quickly and harshly.

She would be fine with either.

But before I acted on either of those, I realized that what she most wanted was to be accepted. By that I mean she was likely hoping I would make use of the gift as presented. The toys were a clue.

Of course, I could fuck her and then punish her...my cock was standing straight out. But that didn't feel quite right. No it had to be the other way around. I had to treat this enormous gift with respect. In this case, respect would be harsh.

I picked up the crop and moved toward her. The clamps on her nipples were the rubber tipped kind...Beauty was smart enough to use ones with no teeth to cause permanent damage. In one swift movement I yanked them off and struck her nipples several times in alternating succession. Her tiny body went rigid in shock, toes curling, hands making tight fists. Her groan would have been a shriek but for the penis gag. Today, I wanted to hear the screams. I unhooked the gag and threw it in the corner. As she worked her jaw, I could see she was about to speak. I put my hand over her mouth to silence her. She understood and nodded briefly. I then cropped her from shoulders to bare feet unhurriedly despite my own feelings of sexual urgency. Good masters don't lose control...well not often and certainly not when they might cross the line between pain and real damage.

As is my habit, I did not strike in an orderly fashion, but changed my targets seemingly at random. Arms, hands, sides of breasts, belly and pudendum...though I stayed away from her pussy proper for now, legs, the soles of her feet, hips, nipples again.

Each strike got a reaction from her, and I could see beads of sweat starting to pop up all over her skin. For some reason I got great pleasure watching her helpless toes and fingers clench sometimes in reaction to a harsher strike, sometimes in anticipation when I paused for awhile.

After what seemed forever, I picked up the hitachi and then cropped her pussy seven hard times. Seven? I realized I had gotten into the habit of striking in threes and sixes. Thought I would shake it up a bit. I held off on the seventh so it would be a surprise. She jumped pleasingly as much as her bonds would allow.

As the last blow landed I touched her pussy and angry red clit with the vibrator on full blast. Thought she had been groaning and yelping in reaction to her 'punishment' all along, the addition of the vibrator started a long steady moan that grew in intensity as she went rigid in her restraints and came like a vengeance. I dropped the vibrator, still buzzing merrily away and thrust my cock into her soaking wet cunt. There was nothing loving about this. I was lost in my desire, my vision going hazy at the edges. She wasn't a person or even a slave, but a hole for me to fuck as hard as I wanted for as long as I could last. It wasn't very long. I came thrusting as long as I could until I collapsed onto her knocking all the air out of her small frame. For a few minutes I just lay there. Her breathing was laboured, but I could hear her breathing so that was fine.

When I finally stood on wobbly legs, I looked straight at the camera I had installed for safety reasons, pointed a finger at it, crooked the finger once and pointed to the floor beside me.

I would have been greatly surprised if Beauty had left Robin in such a completely restrained position unattended. It would be too dangerous and Beauty is not stupid.

I was right, of course, and wrong. Within seconds Beauty scampered in and dropped to her knees beside me, legs wide, head down. But she was not alone. Rushing in with her was Judy, the goth slave girl belonging to Pauline the lingerie mistress. And then walked in Pauline, looking rather splendid in one of her own half corsets and a short skirt that clearly left her available for pleasuring from her slave should she wish.

Pauline walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome home, Master Finn! This was all Robin's idea and she talked Beauty into helping. She told me about it at the shop. I hope you didn't mind that I invited myself along."

"Not at all. Did one of these sluts get you off as you watched."

"No, actually, though I was tempted. This is your home, your dungeon and your welcome homecoming. I thought it would be disrespectful to take advantage without your permission. Are you finished with your slave?"

Meanwhile, Robin still sat restrained and unaware of what was going on coming down from her high.

"No, it's been two whole weeks without a slave hole to fuck. I want to play with her some more. But you must need relief, Pauline. Feel free to use my other slut of you want to feel a different tongue on your pussy."

"Thank you, I will, but with your permission I would like to save my next orgasm for Robin's face."

"That sounds perfect to me, but you might have to wait awhile."

She looked around at the room and the two subs and said with a hard smile, "Oh, I'll find ways to amuse myself until then."

"May I borrow Judy for a bit?"

"Of course!"

"I will need Beauty for a few minutes, then you can play with her for as long as you like. Please be sure to punish her a bit. As delightful as this homecoming is, she did participate without permission. She is not really a pain slut, but some flogging is in order."

"I understand completely."

With that I turned my attention back to Robin.

"Beauty, kiss my slut's mouth sensuously then caress and lick her torso and tits. Treat her with all the kindness you can muster. She deserves some soothing. Judy, I plan to fuck this girl again, but I hate sloppy seconds...even when it's my own juices. Clean her up with your tongue only, hands behind your back. Give her one orgasm only and you get whipped. Two and you escape punishment. Three and you get to come yourself." I looked at Pauline and she nodded permission. "Oh, you have 15 minutes to do it."

The girls went at, one like her life depended on it and the other with the deep love she had started feeling for my slave. Of course Robin heard none of these orders and lay there helplessly enduring all kinds of good stimulation.

To her credit, Judy completed her three orgasms in just fourteen minutes and pulled away from Robin's cunt, face dripping with juices, goth make-up smeared all over her face and sporting the goofy grin of a slave who knew they had earned a reward. As she was working, I had made a suggestion to Pauline and she agreed. The Sybian had been moved into the dungeon while I was away. Pauline ordered Judy to lubricate the cocks with her saliva and then had her mount. She quickly hooked up the wrist and neck restraints and switched on the remote, but not before gagging her slave.

"There, I don't want you disturbing us with your cries. Feel free to come as often as you want, slut, but you are not getting off this contraption until I have had my pleasure with Beauty."

Hearing her name, Beauty stopped her kissing of Robin's breasts and looked to the new mistress.

"Come, Beauty. Master Finn tells me you have earned a punishment."

I confess I enjoyed the look of uncertainty tinged with fear on Beauty's face as she obediently crossed to Mistress Pauline.

"Don't fret, girl. Master Finn has told me that you are new to the pain part of our little world. I'll be gentle...well, no I won't, but it won't be more than you can endure. He has told me your safe word. Still, this will hurt you more than me," she giggled. All the while she had been strapping wrist cuffs on Beauty and clipped them to the head height rings on the wall with her backside sticking out into the room.

I had learned that Pauline was more into the mood and the submission than the pain. I was unsurprised when she reached for the soft deer hide whip. She brushed a few easy strokes over Beauty's behind and thighs before cozying up to her and nuzzling her neck. "How many strokes, my dear?" she asked.

Beauty was silent too long. Pauline snapped the whip sharply across the girl's ass making her jump and rattle the chains.

"I said pick a number... between 1 and 25, slut! I have a number in mind. If you pick a number below that, they will be very hard strokes indeed. I may have to switch whips and put away this gentle toy. If you match or go above my number, well, I will be the very personification of kindness in my work."

In the silent Beauty breathily sighed, "May I have 20, please Mistress?"

"Verrry good slut! My cut off number was 15. Now count!"

The first few blows were certainly harder and directed to give Beauty's cheeks a rosy glow. She counted "1...2...3...4...5, Mistress"

Then Pauline went for some creativity. Standing to the side she struck across the back in a way that had the soft tips curling around and smacking the sides of Beauty's right breast...a new experience for her, I think.

"OWWW!" came the satisfying cry accompanied by a stomping of unrestrained feet and an attractive amount of writhing.

Meanwhile, despite the gag, everybody could tell Judy was having her first orgasm. Pauline stepped away from Beauty long enough to deliver a solid strike across Judy's breasts.

Looking at me she commented, "Unlike beauty, she is a pain slut, you know." After another sharp strike triggering another moaning orgasm, she turned back to Beauty.

"Now stand still girl. If I have to restrain you more completely, I will have to turn you face forward and "add strokes."

Beauty froze in place pressed against there wall.

"None of that girl. Stand away so I can reach you."

Beauty stepped back and Pauline let another cutline strike catch back and left breast. I admired her control of the whip. "Seven!" cried Beauty breathing hard and trying not to squirm.

Strokes 8 through 14 were pretty gentle and quick on back on thighs.

"Well, Beauty, I'm going to give you a choice. The remaining six will be attacking the sides of your titties again, but I sense you didn't care for that. You choice is those six...or stand as far away from the wall as you can and spread your legs for one stroke on your cunt. You have five seconds to choose...One..."

Beauty slowly began to pull away from the wall as far as her restraints would allow and spread her legs. "Wider!" barked Pauline. Shuffling heel and toe, Beauty was soon as wide open as she could go, her arms starting to shake from the strain.

Instead of stroking her right away, Pauline moved in close and began stroking Beauty's ass and then slowly worked her way down and around to her pussy. For several minutes she played with the slave girl making her squirm and pant with arousal. Then without a single word she stepped back and launched a perfect upward swing striking the poor girl straight on the cunt with strands snaking all the way up to her belly button.

I believe shriek properly describes the sound coming from Beauty as she collapsed into the wall. Her chains were too tight for her to fall to her knees so she just hung in the cuffs for a moment sobbing hiccups through the pain. Pauline and I quickly stepped over. I lifted her up while Pauline unsnapped the cuffs. We lay the girl on the floor, but in a moment she gamely got to her knees, spread them wide in a presentation pose and whispered, "Thank you Mistress." as tears flowed down her face and her chest heaved with anxious breath.

Kneeling t face her, Pauline tilted Beauty's face and kissed her deeply. "You did very well, girl."

"May I please you with my mouth, Mistress?"

Pauline looked at me. "What an extraordinary young woman! You have found yourself two winners, Finn. I think I am jealous!"

Just then Judy erupted in another noisy orgasm. Pauline flicked off the remote. "That's enough for you, you useless cow!" Judy apparently thrived on verbal humiliation. "Master Finn, would you unhook that useless cunt, please? I think Beauty deserves some pleasure, and that gothic mess can do the honours. Be sure to cuff her wrists behind her and make her crawl over to Beauty's abused pussy."

With that she led Beauty over to the bed and gently began to stroke her face and body.

Of course, Robin was still restrained and had missed all the fun, except I had been quietly massaging her chest, belly and thighs throughout Pauline's demonstration.

It was time for the big reveal. I slowly undid the straps restraining her, but with a gentle push silently ordered her to maintain her position. When she was free, I undid her hood and pulled it off. Her hair was a sweaty mess, her flushed face discoloured with sweat stains, drool and pressure marks from the tithe mask.

She had never looked so beautiful.

With a nod I gave her permission to move. She reached out to embrace me, almost falling after at least an hour if not more of tight restraint. I caught her and lifted up her tiny frame by back and under her legs. She looked up, tears brimming and kissed me deeply. "Thank you Master, I missed you so. I hope this gift was acceptable."

I carried her out of the dungeon, leaving all in Pauline's capable hands and carried her to my bed. Though a bath or shower might have been in order, I was filled with desire to have her again. I crawled on top as she spread her legs wide to welcome me into her womb. This time the lovemaking, for that's what it was, was gentle and slow. And after we both came together, we nodded into a deep sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Hours later we awoke, a mass of dried sweat and smelling of sex. Pauline and Judy had left, after shackling Beauty on the floor where Robin normally slept. I could tell by the gentle rise and fall of her chest that she, too, was content.