Morgan awoke, bright and early, in her large and comfortable bed to the sound of her alarm. She shushed it quickly, lest she accidentally awoke her sister slaves in the next rooms. She got out of bed, already dressed for her plan, and quietly left the room, closing the door very gently behind her. She tiptoed down the hall, watching out for the creaks in the floor as she made her way very directly for her Master's bedroom. She tensed in herself, trying to brace herself for this very forward action, but she had to do something to get ahead of the other two, especially after last night at dinner!
Yet as she approached the master bedroom, she noticed its door was already ajar. Moving stealthily forward, Morgan silently opened the door further, just enough so she could peek through. There was her master, leaning back with his eyes closed, and... his hands resting on a bump in the duvet! A bump too large to be Alexis, and just the right size to be Cassie. Morgan swore under her breath and drew back, being careful not to slam the door in her rage. Standing in the hallway, she took in a breath, debating if she should go in and join them. But that would be so forward! she thought to herself, though moments later the decision was made for her; when she heard the unmistakable sound of her master reaching culmination.
Spurred by the horror of being discovered hovering outside the door, Morgan made her retreat, slipping back into her room and getting back under the duvet. To control her anger and jealousy, she bit her duvet hard, sinking her teeth and punched her mattress a few times. A while later, she awoke to the sound of one of the little bells ringing in her room. She could hear it ringing simultaneously in the other rooms around her, and fell out of bed in her eagerness to get up. The Lounge bell, it was, rang. The bell summoning was generally assumed to be a come as you are, but as it was gone 12, she quickly threw on some jeans and some eye liner, dragging a brush through her hair before she dashed down to the lounge. Bursting through the doors, she saw Alexis and Cassie were already there, stood in front of their master's favourite chair, both looking pleased with themselves, but though Cassie looked more so.
Morgan, attempting not to look like she was sulking, stood next to them, berating herself for falling asleep and looking terrible. For half an hour they waited for their Master, until he finally arrived. He sat down in his chair and chose to read his paper, getting through the first few pages before he paid them any attention. Not looking up from his paper, he said only "I feel like going out for a drive. One of you will come along. Go and prepare yourselves for it, and I will judge which shall come with me. Now go."
He did not have to ask them twice, and while all three kept their composer in his presence, Alexis and Cassie ran once the doors were closed, fighting up the steps and disappearing down the corridor to their rooms. Morgan, while standing sulking for half an hour, had decided that in attempting to set herself apart from them both, she should set apart in their tactics, and remain the submissive. They were too damn forward in trying to curry his favour anyway. Morgan would wait, and allow him to choose her, and remember why she had been his first slave.
As she made her way across the foyer to the steps, she threw a smile to the butler Forbes and ventured over to him. "Mr Forbes, might I venture for your assistance?" Forbes, a well aged man and well-used to his Master's and slaves' ways, nodded, and then followed her as she made her way up the stairs to her room.
Inside the room, having no embarrassment of nudity infront of Forbes, for he had seen it many times, she pulled off her clothes. "I'd like the leather cuffs please Forbes, the collar-to-nipple clamps, blindfold and the ball gag please. The big red one, if you dont mind." Her room was of decent size, probably too much, with a large built-in wardrobe taking up one wall of the room, filled to the brim with everything a slave would need in her day to day business. To the right hand side of this did Forbes venture, opening the double doors to reveal the mass of BDSM items strewn about it, fishing out the items she had requested.
As he did this, Morgan rooted through her clothes wardrobe, the left hand side of her wardrobe, knowing exactly what she was looking for. She knew her master's tastes: leave a little to the imagination, allow for exposure, and the humiliation that comes with it. And found what she sought not long after beginning to look. It was a short black skirt, and as she pulled it on it became how obvious short it was, for it just barely covered her ass, and would not have left anything to the imagination had she leant over. To compliment the skirt was a white bustier, which she promptly pulled on over her head, leaving both bra and panties in the wardrobe. With a soft 'ahem', Forbes announced he was ready, just as she pulled her heels out of the centre section of her wardrobe.
She placed her heels on, then stood still with her arms behind her back to allow Forbes to do his work. First he placed the leather cuffs around her wrists, binding them tightly behind her, giving them a tug after he was finished. Moving around to her front, he tapped her jaw, waiting for her to open her mouth for him then he placed the large ball gag into her mouth, fastening it behind her head. He placed the blindfold over her eyes and tied it behind her head again.
With that done, he pulled down the front of her bustier, letting her breasts hang out. She stood there, not moving as Forbes took a moment, unbeknownst to her easing his penis out of his trousers, before he went forward again. Pinching each nipple, not that it was require for she was already hard, he then placed a clamp on each one. Each clamp was attached to a small piece of metal, which he led up to the collar at her neck and attached them to the front. "Will you be wanting the leash, madam?" in answer to which, she nodded, and he rooted around for her leash, before clipping it to the front of her collar.
Forbes suddenly grabbed the end of the leash and yanked it, pulled Morgan across the room to her bed and pushed her onto it. Surprised but unable to flail, she fell back onto it, her cunt suddenly on display in the tiny skirt and her breasts still hanging out of her bustier. Forbes climbed ontop of her, then forced her legs apart and rammed his cock straight into her pussy, while he lifted one hand to squeeze her tit, while Morgan tried in vain to struggle under his weight. He ploughed into her, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside her cunt, then lifted his head up next to her ear. "I trust you'll remember that the monthly servicing is coming upon us. Do mention my choice to your good master, please."
And without a further word, Forbes pulled out of her, careful not to wipe her juices onto her legs, skirt or duvet cover, then reached out and pulled her onto her feet. He sorted her hair out, and then finally pulled her bustier over her large breasts, though the nipple clamps were still visible and stood out through the thin material. Morgan merely nodded, wet and hot from the encounter and ashamed to be wet and hot for the old man, and followed as he tugged on her leash, guiding her into the hallway and back towards the lounge. When they arrived, the other two were already there, Forbes pressed the leash into her Master's hand, bowed and exitted. The Master put his paper down, only now looking upon the other two that had been there for ten minutes.
Alexis had wrapped her breasts and hips in PVC tape, stopping at the bottom of her ass, while Cassie had returned once again to stockings, garter belt and a corset that ended underneath her ample breasts. The Master mulled it over, briefly flitting over each prospect, then his eyes rested on Morgan and stayed there for minutes, eyeing her up from her heels, up to the just-out-of-sight pussy to the practically in-sight nipple clamps, and resting finally on the blindfold and ball gag. Having decided, he waved the other two away, who exhaled in a pout and left the room, then he stood up, and guided her out of the room to the front door.
Forbes opened the door for them, staring lustily after Morgan as they went down the steps to Edwards who was standing next to the master's Land rover and held its door open for Morgan to slide in the front seat. He leant over her, brushing her hand briefly against her clamped breast, to put on her seat belt, while Master Flynn went around to the driver's side. "That'll be all Edwards." With the key in the ignition, they headed down the gravel drive.
As they drove out of the gate and down the lane, the Master looked over his slave, trussed up with her legs slightly apart and her nipples blatantly hard. "Nicely played slave." Morgan heard and beamed, as much as the ball gag would allow. He opened the windows for them, and every now and again turning to watch the effect of the cold breeze on her nipples and skin, while they drove around.
Eventually, after what felt like an endless span of time to Morgan, who burned so hotly and wetly in her cunt (made even worse by the vibrations of the car), the Master brought them to a halt on the side of the road. Kind enough to undo her seatbelt for her and lean over to open the door, he ordered "Get out and get on the hood." Morgan rushed to obey, shifting carefully out of the car, moving around the door blindly and pressed her side to the car to guide her around to the hood. Once there, attempted a few times to push herself onto the hood, finding no purchase with her heels on the bumper, and with no hands to keep herself up there. However, finally she managed, and lay back on the bumper with her legs already spread for him. She felt the Master get out of the car, as it shifted with the change of weight in it, and again felt as he pulled her down towards him, shuddering as she landed cunt first on his large erect cock. Rather than fucking her on the hood, he lifted her off of it, where she wrapped her legs around him automatically, and he started lifting her and dropping her on his cock, bouncing her on it, while they both moaned in unison.
She felt him stop briefly, and realised why when the noise of a car passing them reached her, for it had slowed down briefly then seen what was happening, then made a quick escape. Since she was blindfolded, it didnt nearly as embarrass her as if she had seen the people inside, and as such held onto her burning hot orgasm as it slowly crept its way towards her with each drop onto his hefty cock. He took one hand off of her, using momentum to keep her dropping on his cock, lifting his hand to pull down one side of her bustier, gripping her tit and pulling on it, twisting it and then pulling on the chain that connected the breasts together and to her collar. She heard him moan loudly into her ear, and quickly tensed up around him, for all the good it would do with her giant pussy, but was rewarded either way as she felt him erupt inside her, coating her insides with hot gooey semen. It pressed her overjoyedly over the edge and she groaned into the gag and into the dark as she came.
Abruptly he stopped, lifted her off of his cock and dropped her, letting her gain her balance for a moment before pressing her back to the car. She went with him obediently, climbing back into her seat, keeping her legs spread slightly as she felt the warm oozing between her legs slowly dribble down her thigh, all aware of one of her tits just hanging out for the world to see. And realised it would not be put away any time soon.
She felt him lean over her and pull her seatbelt on again, then turned on the engine and drove. Still coming down from her orgasm, Morgan was content to lean back in the car, close her eyes under the blindfold and simply be blissful, still hoping for something to be shoved in her soon, but content as she was. Some time later, still unknown to Morgan, they came to a halt again, and he undid her seatbelt again. He then reached up and pulled off her blindfold. Morgan blinked against the light, slowly adjusting to it as he leant over her and opened her door. Looking around her, she realised they were at a gas station.
"Do you want the gag out, Morgan?" He whispered to her briefly, and she shook her head, to which he grinned and patted her gently on the thigh. "Good girl. We'll have you nice and humiliated." With that, he got out of the car, and she followed suit, pushing her unlocked door open with her knee and stumbled out. He came around, and grabbed her leash, before leading her to the station.
Morgan followed obediently again, before a light breeze reminded her again of her escaped tit, jiggling with every step she took, and she went red, burning crimson as she was led through the doors. Avoiding eye contact with the cashier, who did a double-take when he saw the large man leading in the hot-one-bare-breasted-brunette-with-a-ball-gag-in-her-mouth in, and followed as her Master perused the shelf. Reaching the drinks fridge at the back, he opened the fridge and took out a bottle of pepsi, closing it again and then pushing her against the glass. He brought the pepsi down under her skirt and slowly pressed the larger end in between the lips of her cunt. Morgan squealed ever so gentle at the cold of the bottle, and moaned as he slowly started fucking her with the bottle, though looking past him to see the attendant still staring at them. Her Master slowly pushed it further and further in, then stood back, leaving the top of the bottle visible under her skirt. "Don't let that fall out my wide-open little fuck."
