I walk into the room, shutting the heavy oak door behind Me, and turn, a satisfied smile on My face as I see My girls, kneeling, backs straight, eyes cast down, awaiting My arrival.
"Good evening, sluts." I growl.
"Good evening, Master" you both answer in unison.
I cross to the cabinet against the far wall and remove the key from My pocket, unlocking it. Opening the doors, I summon you over My shoulder.
"desiree…attend!"
Rising gracefully from your kneel, you cross to Me and stand, hands clasped in front, eyes down.
"How may this one serve you Master?" you ask.
I pull a set of chains and shackles from the cabinet and, turning, thrust them against your stomach. A small gasp escapes from you, and your hands come up to grab them before they fall onto your feet.
"Chain rachel to the wall, arms and legs outstretched."
"Yes, m'Lord" you respond, turning back to where rachel still kneels. Seeing you approach, she rises, following you as you pass her and head to the wall of rings. Having heard My command, she assumes an X-position against the wall. I can see the momentary look of disappointment on your face as you realize she's going to submit without needing to be coerced. I smile proudly to Myself…you truly are My girl.
With more force than required, you tightly clamp the shackle over her right wrist, passing the chain through the ring above her right hand and then the one above her left hand. Giving the chain a sharp yank, you pull her up, causing her to yelp in surprise and rise up on her toes. The other shackle snaps tightly around her left wrist.
I watch as you kneel before her, shackling and binding her ankles in a similar fashion, leaving her hanging, suspended, on the wall.
"Kneel before Me, slut." I command.
Obediently you return to Me, sinking to your knees, thighs spread revealing the treasure which is Mine.
I reach down and you feel My fingers entwining in your hair. I sharply yank your head up, My eyes boring into you.
"Mine." I say.
My right hand flies suddenly and strikes you hard across your left cheek.
"Who owns you?" I demand, striking you back-handed across your right cheek.
"You own this one, Master" you whimper.
"Who controls your orgasms?" I bark, My hand slapping your left cheek again.
"You tell this one when to cum, Master" you reply quickly.
I pull on your hair harder, yanking your face back around to meet Mine. "Then why did you cum last night without My permission?"
I see the surprise in your eyes…wondering how I found out. Glancing quickly at rachel, you realize how, as her face blushes deep crimson with guilt.
"Yes, My slutty little whore…Master knows all things."
I shove your head away from Me, releasing My grip on your hair, pushing you over backwards. As I turn and begin walking to the rack, I growl back at you over My shoulder.
"Present your ass for a beating!"
I select My favorite crop from the rack and turn back, seeing that you have assumed the proper position, elbows flat on the floor, head resting on your folded arms, ass held high. I walk back over to you, swinging the crop, causing it to whistle as it cuts through the air.
I draw it back and bring it down sharply across your buttocks, causing a bright red welt to immediately begin forming. I strike your ass again and again, landing the crop across virtually the same spot each time, until the skin breaks and droplets of your blood begin to well up.
Finally, I cease My beating and run the crop between your legs, using the tip to stroke your drenched cunt and throbbing clit.
"Would you like to explain to Master why you came without permission, cunt?" I ask softly.
I hear you swallow hard to remoisten your throat and mouth. I snap My wrist quickly at your momentary hesitation, stinging your labia with the crop.
"This one is sorry for dishonoring you, Master. Last night, while you were gone, desiree began playing with her sister. Your slut forgot herself, m'Lord, and had an orgasm without begging You for it."
I remain silent, considering this, slapping your cunt idly with the crop. After a moment, I speak again.
"Are you telling Me that this is rachel's fault, then, desiree?"
I know by your silence that I have caught you off-guard. Uncertain which answer I seek, you finally manage to stammer out "Master…this one just meant…"
"SILENCE!" I roar, smacking you hard across the clit with the crop. "Turn onto your back!"
Like the good little slut you are, you roll onto your back, locking your hands together under your ass, thighs spread wide. I see the glistening nectar flowing from your cunt, coating your thighs. I raise the crop and bring it down savagely across your right breast, the tip stinging the nipple. Then I repeat the action on your left breast.
"Does a good little slut place the blame for her mistakes on her sister?" I ask.
"N-no Master" you sob.
I use the tip of the crop to tease your nipples, moving it in a slow circular motion on your left, then your right.
"Does a good little slut tell on her sister?" I query.
"No, m'Lord" comes your quiet reply.
"That's right." I tell you, turning to face rachel. I walk to where she hangs chained to the wall. I reach out My fingers and stroke her swollen cunt lips.
"Did you enjoy the show, little whore?" I ask her.
"Yes, Master" she answers, a quaver in her voice, a frightened look of uncertainty on her face.
"Do you realize that you told on your sister, rachel?"
I watch amused as her mouth drops open in surprise, realizing the trap she's been caught in. I suddenly shove the grip of the crop deep into her cunt, causing her to gasp.
"Come to Me now, desiree." I call over My shoulder. I hear as you rise and pad softly to My side. Turning My head, I look into your eyes.
"Fetch Me the box sitting just inside the cabinet doors, slut."
Turning on your heel, you walk to the cabinet and retrieve the box I filled while you were chaining your sister to the wall. I can see the curiosity on your face as you carry it, still latched, back to Me. I release the crop, leaving it inside of her, and turn back to where you stand, box presented, latch towards Me.
Raising the lid of the box, I remove a pair of nipple clamps. I take the box from you and hand you the clamps.
"Put these on your sister-slut, My little fucktoy. And make sure they're nice and tight."
With a gleam in your dark green eyes, you take the clamps and approach rachel. I watch as you first lick and suck at her left nipple, making it nice and hard. Biting down hard on it, you pull back and bring the first clamp up, fitting it over her nipple, tightening it down, pinching the surrounding areola. Then you repeat the action on the right nipple. As you tighten it down, you look into her eyes and grin.
"Remember who was here first, whore!" I hear you whisper to her.
I grab your hair and yank you back against Me, twisting your face towards Mine. My mouth covers yours, kissing you hungrily…reminding you that I have not forgotten who was…and is…first.
Shoving you away, I reach once more into the box and pull out a dagger. I hold it up, allowing the light to bounce off its razor sharp edge. Holding the dagger out to you, I look into your eyes.
"Prepare your sister to feed the Beast." I tell you.
Taking the dagger from Me almost reverently, you turn once more towards rachel. With two quick slashes you open the pale skin beneath the nipple clamps, bringing forth a crimson rush of blood. Next you trail the edge of the dagger lightly down her stomach, until you reach the spot just above her clit. Increasing your pressure on the blade, you slash her there, as well. Blood streams down her breasts and stomach, the two branches of the red river meeting just beneath her navel and streaming down between her legs, over her cunt, combining with the flow from the wound above her clit.
As you cut rachel, I watch her face…grinning as I see her wince in pain at the feel of the dagger slicing into her. I place My hand on your shoulder and turn you to face Me once more, your face flushed from the thrill of bringing pain to your sister-slut. I reach into the box and pull out the last two items within, holding them out to you.