Stuart returned to the dungeon in his basement after he had seen Lydia and her husband-slave, Thomas, out the door and off for the night.
The evening's entertainment had been a long one, but he had enjoyed every moment thoroughly. Assisting Lydia to further her slave's training was indeed a pleasure, as was having Lydia offer herself to him. He had enjoyed restraining her and fucking her - she was every bit as sensational as he'd always expected her to be.
But now he wanted to be alone with Sasha, his own little slave, whom he'd left chained in a cage some time ago. As he walked down the stairs, his black satin robe trailing behind him, he glanced over to the cage and saw that Sasha's eyes were closed. He did not doubt that she was asleep. But she had yet to service him that night - she must be woken up. Stuart took the key to the cage from the pocket of his leather pants, which were lying on the floor where he'd kicked them off in order to fuck Lydia. He walked over to the cage in the far corner of the room, inserted the key into the padlock hanging on the latch and clicked the link open. Sasha was well trained - she flicked her eyes open immediately but did not sit upright. Doing so would have reefed the soft skin on her neck against the silver collar he had fastened there then chained to a hook on the floor at the side of the cage. Sasha awaited her Master.
"Good pet," Stuart said soothingly. "It's been a long night," he commented as he swung the cage door open and bent in to kiss Sasha on the forehead. Stuart grasped the snap that connected the chain leash to Sasha's collar and unclasped it from the D-ring. He gathered Sasha up in his arms then lifted her out of the cage and carried her over to the dresser on the other side of the room. Sasha wrapped her arms around Stuart's neck as she was carried and rested her head sweetly on his shoulder. She was thrilled to finally be released from the cage.
"Stand up," Stuart instructed, placing Sasha down on her feet. She took a moment to find her balance on her spike heels. "Good girl," Stuart commented. He opened a drawer in the dresser and took out a pair of fur-lined leather wrist cuffs. He buckled one around each of Sasha's wrists then turned her to face the dresser. "Bend forward," Stuart whispered conspiratorially in her ear. She did so, placing her hands on the top of the dresser. Stuart connected each cuff with a double-ended snap to metal rings bolted onto the back of the dresser. "Very nice," he said in a low voice.
Stuart took several steps back to admire the visage of his slave, bound to the dresser. Sasha's long blonde hair hung forward over her shoulders, partially obscuring her face. Through its tendrils he could see the white flesh of her breasts as they dangled freely above the white satin half corset she still wore about her cinched-in waist. Stuart walked around to stand directly behind Sasha - she had automatically assumed he wanted her feet spread, and while her arse was jutting out nicely towards him, it did not put her cunt well enough on display for his liking. Her arse-cheeks were spread, but only subtly. He wanted to be able to get at her more easily than that.
Stuart opened a drawer in the dresser low on the right hand side and took out a leather ankle cuff with a twelve inch silver chain swinging from one end of it. He closed the door, then bent to fasten the cuff around the girl's left ankle, ensuring it was snug but did not cut off the circulation. Stuart bent Sasha's left knee, then lifted her leg like a prized pony. Gripping her by the ankle, he forced her to bend her leg high enough to place her stilettoed foot on the top of the dresser. Stuart grabbed the chain, slid his hand down it to the snap at the end, then connected the snap to the cuff around Sasha's left wrist, leaving Sasha's cunt gaping wide open and entirely on display.
Stuart ran his open palm down the underside of Sasha's bent leg. When he reached the curve under her buttock he paused.
"So delicious," he said close to Sasha's ear. He took his hand off her warm flesh and bent to his knees to inspect the exposed pink skin between the girl's legs. He had positioned her well - there was nothing she could hide from him, bound as she was. The folds of her outer pussy lips were pink, glistening with moisture, still aggravated from having been beaten with a wooden spoon, still exhibiting friction burns from the excessive and unauthorised self-pleasure she had engaged in alone earlier that day. Stuart ran the tip of his index finger from Sasha's puckered arsehole, along her wet trench, past her dripping snatch and to her swollen clitoris. He noted with approval that she moaned at his touch, but neither leaned in to accentuate it or drew away to reduce it.
A tiny droplet of pearlescent moisture appeared at the opening of Sasha's cunt. Stuart extended his tongue and reached up to collect it - he did not want it to drip onto the floor and go to waste. Using the very tip of his tongue, he lifted the precious drop away from the hot delicate skin then drew his tongue back into his mouth, and sucked away his slave's scent.
Stuart stood abruptly and flung his robe off and onto the floor. He was completely naked, his cock already standing to attention, the purple head primed for action, pre-cum already oozing from it's very tip. He placed his hands on Sasha's hips and stepped up close, pressing his thighs against her buttocks, sliding the full length of his turgid penis along her wet trench. Stuart leaned forward, sliding his hands from Sasha's hips around to her hairless mons and stroked the soft skin there. He found the hem of her corset and grasped its edges, forcing it towards the centre to loosen the metal loops from around the hooks, freeing each one in turn. Finally, he felt the pressure on the corset relax; he drew it out from between his belly and his slave's back and cast it aside as he pressed his warm skin against hers.
