The Master praised the house slave as he unbuckled her from the manacles. He stroked the side of her face; she turned toward him, rubbing her cheek against his palm. Her body glistened with sweat as a result of her punishment. The Master positioned her across the bed, arms outstretched at her sides. He unfastened his jeans and stepped out of them, the head of his hard cock reaching above his navel.
He continued to praise his slave, whispering soothing, calming words to her. He bent down, and using his tongue, licked away a tear that escaped from the corner of her eye.
She sighed, her breathing beginning to slow. He placed himself above her face and lowered his cock to her parted, waiting lips. Reverently, she licked the tip of it, flicked her tongue across it, and into its slit. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on it.
The young slave knelt in the corner, watching as the Master allowed the house slave to take his cock into her mouth.
The other woman's eyes closed in obvious ecstasy as it slid over her tongue to the snug entrance of her throat. The front of the house slave's body was a patchwork of welts. Her pussy was red, swollen and glistening in the candlelight. It was a testament to her training and control that she refrained from cumming as ordered. Her pierced nipples hard as pebbles.
The house slaves' throat bulged as the head of the Master's cock began its invasion. Her head was hanging off the side of the bed, and he held her face between his large hands. Further and further his cock slid until he had buried himself, until the base of his cock rested against her lips. He withdrew slightly to let the slave take a breath, and then plunged to the hilt again.
The young slave watched as he started to slowly plunge his cock in and out of the other slave's mouth, his hands now fisted in her hair. The house slave moaned with every thrust.
The young slave felt her own desire growing; she wanted to close her legs to ease some of the gathering pressure. She started to softly pant. The Master looked at her, held her gaze while he continued his assault on the house slave's mouth. She moaned. He paused for a moment, and then spoke.
"Come to me," he ordered. The girl crawled to him and knelt at his feet with her head bowed.