Her hands rested on his shoulders and her breasts rubbed against his back through the corset she was wearing. "You're weak, that's why you're my slave." she hissed in his ear. He could feel her hot breath in his ear as she spoke. She had to crane up on her tiptoes to reach his ear but that didn't diminish the contempt in her voice, "There's a reason you were captured. A reason you're chained here at my will and a reason you're hard but haven't come in.. what is it 2.. 3 weeks.. a month? What has it been?"
"Answer me when I ask you a question!" she spat viciously twisting his nipple.
"I.. I.. don't know mistress." he stammered. He truly couldn't remember. His mind was in a fog. He despised her, but the cattle prod hanging on the wall kept him from disobeying. The mere thought of coming made him harder.
"Look at you, you randy little slut," she commented as she reached around to stroke the base of his cock. Her breasts again pressing against him and her breath was in his ear. "My my, aren't we hard." The weights hanging from his balls had ceased to be a distraction. His body twitched with the need to come. A white hot passion seared through his loins. As she removed her hand, he bit his lip and let out a moan. "Ooo, we are horny, aren't we?" she cooed.
"What is it you like so much, my hand on your cock.. Lisa licking your thighs.. or your beautiful mistress rubbing against you?" she said, reaching around and giving the base of his cock one small firm stroke. This time she rubbed up against him with what felt to him like naked breasts. The feel of her breasts and the fact he could only imagine them not see them heightened his degree of frustration. He had almost forgotten about the ministrations of the naked slave on all fours in front of him. Her purpose was to titillate not to fulfill, and he knew that. He tried to avoid looking down at the sweet curves of her ample hips. Doing so only made him think of stepping behind her and ramming his cock into her.
She moved in front of him and kicked the slave at his feet away, then she reached up and with one finger pulled his chin down so he looked into her eyes. His gaze quickly surveyed her breasts but they were now back within the confines of the low cut bodice. He could however see the soft curves of her flesh as he stared down at her cleavage. "Look me in the eye you slut!" she commanded swatting his dick with her hand for emphasis.
"You're weak. I control you. But you refuse to beg for the collar! Obviously you need to be taught your place. You still don't understand." she said half as though she were thinking out loud. "Tell you what. I'll make you a deal. A little contest. You win and you're free. You lose and you're mine and you wear my collar." Her voice was quickening with each word, he could hear her getting excited.
"Hmm, what do you think?" she queried reaching down to slowly stroke his cock.
"I.. I.. ahhh," he stammered only half comprehending what she said. His mind was consumed by the hand on his cock. Lust welled inside him, his body shivered in anticipation, his breath quickened.
"Ok here it is.." she began, immediately removing her hand from his cock and tugged on the weights hanging from his balls sending a jolt of pain through his scrotum. The fire left him as quick as it had come. He gasped in frustration. He slumped against the chains holding his hands above him. Were it not for his bindings he would've collapsed on the floor. Slowly his breathing slowed and what little composure he had returned.
"Unless of course.. you'd like to beg for your collar now? Hmm would you? Good slaves do get to cum.. would you like to cum?"
".. N.. No .." he managed, trying to gain some composure.
"You don't want to cum? What a pity. You look so horny," she said running her hand lightly over the length of his cock.
"N.. No.. No.. No collar.. " His mind was racing. He wanted, needed more than anything to cum. He gazed down into the chasm of her breasts wanting to bury his face in them while she stroked his dick. But chained as he was he was helpless. No matter how much he needed to cum, no matter how great the pain his pride kept him from begging for the collar. He looked down at her milky white thighs framing the 'V' of her bodice as it went into that delicious area between her thighs. He couldn't stop staring at that tantalizing gap between the tops of her stockings and the bodice.
"Look at this pathetic creature" she mused to herself, watching his eyes. She could easily get him to beg for the collar using the prod. But it just wasn't fun that way, and it missed the point. Slaves must have no pride. There is no place for pride in a slave. Theirs is to do and be, as mistress wishes, unconditionally. All the better for a slave to eliminate pride on their own. Then they have truly given themselves and they are slaves to the core.
Lust was okay. Lust made a slave all the more interesting, at least as far as she was concerned. Lust could enslave but only in the absence of pride. That she knew and understood well. "Ok here it is," she began again, "When next we meet, a little contest. If at the end you're wearing my collar then you're mine. If not, you're free." With one last stern look in his eyes she turned to leave. "Lisa! Come."
He gazed at the two women walking from the room. One head high and an air of haughtiness the other hands clenched behind her back following her mistress. On both he could see the soft curves where their buttocks met their thighs. Oh he needed to jack off so desperately. He scrunched his eyes closed and squeezed his thighs together to provide some relief, but there was none.
"Back to the pens, hands confined," he heard as the door slammed behind them with a thud. The slave stood in the center of the room with her hands clasped behind her head, legs spread and breasts jutting out as her mistress circled around her. The slave trembled with desire as she caught the scent of her mistress passing in front of her. It had been over a week since she had been allowed to cum, an unusually long time for her but not for many of her owners' slaves. She was a slave, her owner's property and she would cum only when allowed to. She would endure anything asked of her. She existed for her mistress's pleasure and longed to fulfill that role. Seeking pleasure in the pleasing of her mistress was all she knew.
The deft stroke of her mistress's hand on her buttock sent a shiver of passion through her. Her owner's hand ran down under her buttock under the short skirt barely over her hips and slowly rose to her breasts encased in a see through mesh top. She arched her back longing to give her mistress the pleasure of her breast if that is what she desired. Her nipples rubbed against the sheer mesh, and she gave a little moan. She felt her mistress run a finger up her spread thighs, and play with her pussy lips, pushing them back. She shivered slightly as the moisture started to run down down the insides of her thighs.
"Hmm.. Lisa you delicious little tart," her mistress declared, holding up her wet fingers for Lisa to lick off eagerly, "Listen closely. If you do a good job and I mean good! I'll give you Ray and Jake to use for an evening." The extra incentive wasn't needed as she longed to kneel and please but the thought of the two massive slaves at her feet sent a delicious twinge through her loins. She had never had such an opportunity before. The thought had never.. "Listen!" her mistress's sharp command broke her thoughts. "Do as I say and you'll be rewarded more. Come!" and with that her owner turned and briskly moved toward the door. Putting her hands behind her back she scampered on the balls of her feet to catch up.
He lay there chained to the table. Hands chained to the top of the bench and his legs spread and chained to each bottom corner. There was a thick strap across his hips. Beneath his neck lay an open iron collar, the joint in the back painfully biting into his neck in spite of the give of the padded surface of the table. The two halves of the collar stuck into the air on each side of his neck separated by several inches. When he gazed down at his toes he could see their blurred outlines.
Despite himself he found himself getting hard. His body twinged in anticipation despite his mind's reservations. He had forgotten the last time he had cum. He wasn't even able to imagine what it was like anymore. However, his body longed for release. Even though he hadn't cum he hadn't been without pleasure. His mistress saw to that. The titillation was almost constant either visual or physical. He hadn't seen her since the encounter where she had announced her 'contest' and he knew their next meeting would be pivotal. He didn't for a moment believe he would be freed as she said but he knew if his resolve failed the result would be disastrous.
The collar was new. Never before had it touched his neck. The metal's constant cold reminding him of its presence. The joint pressing into the bones in his neck dampened his arousal allowing him to furthering his resolve.
He had lost track of time laying there with the twin sensations of his erect cock twitching in the air and the joint of the opened collar biting into his neck. Suddenly with a soft thump the heavy wooden door opened and his mistress briskly walked in with a slave scampering behind on the balls of her feet. His mistress had on a satin chemise cut low with only the slightest of straps on her shoulders. The chemise hugged her left thigh and cut diagonally across to her opposite thigh inviting him to try to peer in the shadows between her legs. The slave had on the same brief skirt and mesh top that again seemed to accentuate rather than conceal her body. The slave stole a glance his way and their eyes met. At once the slave's eyes were averted to the floor. "That's a willing slave," he thought, "Not me though, never!".
"Why look at you!" his mistress exclaimed, motioning for the slave to kneel and approaching the bench. "Did you miss me?" she purred in mock playfulness. "It sure looks like you did," she continued while reaching down to stroke his cock.
His breath immediately started to quicken and his loins started to tighten. "Oh my, aren't we frisky today," she said withdrawing her hand leaving his cock twitching in the air. She bent over and rested her chin on his shoulders. He tried to keep his eyes facing upward but despite himself he found himself averting his eyes to look at her. His eyes were immediately drawn to the sight of her breasts hanging loosely in the chemise. He could almost make out the faint beginning of her nipples.
She hovered there for a moment allowing him a good eyeful. "Like the view? You're so predictable. Can't resist.. can you?" she said disdainfully. "Hey guess what?" she continued, standing up and idly running her hand over his smooth chest. "It's time for our little contest! But I'm sure you remembered.. didn't you? Maybe that's why you're so excited," she said motioning toward his cock.
"Oh look I see you have your collar ready! Shall we close it up now? If we do you can have your way with Lisa?" With that his imagination ran wild with the thoughts of a female body to use. He glanced toward the kneeling slave unable to see anything other than a shoulder and a hip behind his mistress. "Hmm, what do you think?"
"No.." was all he could mutter grimly.
