The evening wind blew on the coastal town as Julie prepared for bed. Her longtime friend Carl was asleep in the guest room downstairs. Julie decided to boot her computer and send another message to Master Robert explaining why she could no longer consider the trip to Texas to become his slave. Several days had passed since he had responded to her last letter. He was disappointed and little did she know he had made contact with Carl. After permitted monitoring of Julie’s email, Master had acquired Carl’s address and sweet talked him into divulging all he needed to know. Carl was hoping she would someday thank him for his lack of discretion and had developed an intense longing to serve Master Robert. It took every bit of Carl’s courage to keep his mouth closed and wait for Master to make his decisive next move.
Julie pressed the send button and turned off the computer.. She climbed under the covers and imagined the look on Master Robert’s face when he opened his e-mail. She had always been a bit precocious and savored the idea of upsetting Master into meting out a punishment not soon to be forgotten. Julie was sincere in her desire to submit to him but was too shy and complacent to pursue the journey. Still, she could pretend she was in his custody and climax on this idea alone.
A driving rain began to pelt the window and cast a meandering shadow upon her walls.
.
She bundled the blankets between her legs and against her body just before realizing there was still a vibrator by her feet from the night before. The ten inch cock had a menacing presence but a delightful, lifelike sensation even in the off position. She reached to grab and place it in the night stand and grazed her nipple in the process. Instead, she clutched the phallus in her humble cleavage and started to fade from consciousness. Julie sat for no more than two minutes before she nodded off. The head of her rubbery shaft rested against her lips before she awoke to open her mouth. She had recently managed to suppress her gag reflexes enough to slide the toy entirely down her throat and desperately wanted to show Master. Before she attempted this feat now, she noticed a man’s silhouette in the hall. She sat up startled and reached for her glasses. The man’s outlined was just as mysterious except for the
whip
he gathered in his hands.
“Carl? Is that you?”
No response
“Who…who’s there?” Julie whispered.
The man remained silent but took a step forward. The faint light from the door he passed let her know he wore riding chaps with a variety of metallic devices on his belt. He once again grew dark before entering the dusky room. She knew right away it was Master Robert as the rain’s shadow ran down his handsome, chiseled face. Julie was rendered speechless but scuttled the vibrator under the sheets.
With no hesitation, Master yanked the sheets from the bed. Her arms instinctively covered her bare breasts while the vibrator hit the floor in front of Master’s feet.
“On your feet, slave julie!” He commanded.
She stood up from the bed wearing nothing but panties. She grasped a shirt but was ordered to drop it.
“I…I thought you were in Texas,” she said.
“I was. But I’m here to claim my property and slaves.”
“Slaves?” she asked.
Master slowly approached while the his chrome handcuffs lightly jingled.
“Yes,” he growled. “Oh, my beautiful little slut. I’m finally here to give meaning to your pointless life.”
Julie’s adrenaline rushed to her brain and she nearly passed out.
“I am here to bring you to My home tonight but not before you are punished severely,” he whispered.
Julie shivered in the darkness as he gently reached for her face. He removed her glasses and his soft caress was followed by his lips meeting hers for a deep kiss as though they were long, lost lovers. A minute into the kiss he brought a leather collar behind her back and clasped the hook under her chin. A small lock was put in place while she continued to close her eyes. He stepped away and quietly cleared his throat
“Please give me your wrists.”
Julie began to cry as he clicked the cold cuffs in place.
“Shhhh,” he said reassuringly. “You’re my little whore now, slave julie. I will take care of you.”
He kissed her again and wiped her nose with the corner of her wadded shirt.
Julie's nipples were hard in the cold evening air and Master felt each with the palm of his hand.
She looked to his sides and saw both whips at the ready.
She hadn’t even thought about Carl until he was escorted into the room by a woman wearing a knee-length skirt and tank top. He was nude except for a pair of Julie’s panties with a long rigid penis clearly visible inside. Carl’s hands were cuffed behind his back and he just stared at the floor.
Master turned and smiled at the two as they stopped in the middle of the room.
“This is my partner, Mistress Jo and with her is my new whore number two - the gentleman formerly known to you as ‘Carl’” Master exclaimed.
Julie watched in disbelief. She stared at her stretched panties and wondered why Carl was looking so docile.
Carl was led to the edge of the bed and gently guided to his knees. His cuffs were released and his arms were brought in front of him. Now was his chance for resistance but he meekly offered his wrists and the cuffs were replaced. Mistress Jo pushed his upper body to rest upon the bed. Julie had not noticed the black leather bag Mistress had set just inside the room until she headed for it and removed a whip and strap-on dildo. Carl was in for a lot of pain.
“Please! This has nothing to do with him. Please let him go!” she pleaded.
Master Robert slapped her hard across the face.
“Shut your mouth, whore. There’s no one in this room who doesn’t want to be here!”
Mistress Jo looked toward Carl as he faced the other direction. Instinctively he turned to acknowledge the truth in Master Roberts assertion.
