The Six from Japan
Master James had been fucking the living shit out of Alison for hours. She'd been strapped face down into a wrought-iron bondage horse, one with comfortable leather padding and thick leather straps. Her insatiable body had been well used all morning. It finally learned the meaning of the phrase ‘totally spent.' The always cunt-hungry Head Master made sure he ravaged all three of her cock-starved holes, filling them repeatedly with his come. The precious, viscous stuff leaked out of her. It oozed out of her stretched, fully dilated asshole and battered, gaping pussy. She felt like she'd been doing Kegel exercises for ten hours straight. Her pussy couldn't grip anything smaller than an eggplant right now.
Alison wished that the leather-wrapped iron ring that kept her mouth pried open would vanish. She hated even a drop of James' come escaping from her lips. The ring gag allowed his creamy spunk and her thin drool to flow out of her mouth. It pooled on the polished planks of the walnut flooring. Seeing the white tendrils of his love mixed in with the clear spittle leaking from her mouth made tears well up in her eyes.
As spent as she felt, Alison knew that if he decided to take her again, she'd be more than willing. Being well-loved without love getting in the way suited her just fine. She knew and accepted the difference. Felix loved her. James fucked her soundly and well, but would discard her in a heartbeat when it suited him.
She planned to make sure that this never happened.
"We're late, Alison. You've got to hurry. Make me come one last time." Master James, the Head of the Masters Guild, undid the straps from behind Alison's head and removed the ring gag. Her sore jaws creaked shut. Before she could properly work out the stiffness Master James' thick, black cock banged at her lips, demanding entrance. Her wide, pearly gates opened for him. His rigid tool brushed past her teeth without being scraped. She was well trained in oral service. She never made such an amateurish mistake. Master James ruthlessly skullfucked the bound woman. Her tightly secured body allowed nothing to move except for her hair as his hips slammed against her lips and nose.
Alison's toes and fingers grasped empty air, desperate to find solid purchase as Master James rode her face. Her secured wrists and ankles strained in the cuffs, denied even a creak from the well-worn leather. How many others had lay prostrate like this, awaiting his cock? She willed the unpleasant thought away. They were gone. She remained. His cock pulsed inside her mouth. That meant something. The Mansion crawled with attractive, willing women. He could have any of them. He repeatedly chose her to provide him with pleasure. That pleased her in return.
She had come to enjoy the feeling of helplessness, of being made to serve a man without question. Her pleasure mounted as Master James, usually a silent comer, uttered deep, guttural grunts. Alison sucked as hard as she could. She loathed the brace that kept her from being able to move her head. Bobbing her head would increase the stimulation. She wanted to provide him with the ultimate blowjob, but felt severely limited by the restraints.
She needn't have worried. Master James had enjoyed his morning. This final act would keep him buoyed all day. He slamfucked her talented mouth, knowing that depriving her of motion for so long, then freeing only this one part of her would result in oral gymnastics of unprecedented artistry and savagery. Her lips and tongue, now free to move, enveloped him in a steaming, sucking pocket of bliss. He wouldn't last much longer. "I'll come for you if you help, Alison. You have sixty seconds. Fail, and I pull out of you. That’ll mean no more come, Alison. I'll whack off into a handkerchief and toss it away. You want that?" Her piteous, wounded wails around his cock broke his heart.
Almost.
"Then suck me, Alison. Fetch the creme you want so badly out of my balls. You've fifty seconds left."
She worked that cock more deftly than a child molding Play-doh. Her cheeks sank inwards as she increased the suction upon him. All her throat muscles were in overdrive, kneading him every time his cock slipped down her throat. She wanted him so bad! She decided his come was her prize for the morning, and she'd get it all. Twenty seconds saw him spurting creamy goodness down into her belly, warming her insides like hot oatmeal on a cold morning. She felt comforted by his semen inside her.
Master James pulled out of her, sighing. The room swam in his vision. Gods, that woman could handle dick! He hated leaving the warm enclave of her mouth but business awaited. He quickly released her from her bonds, then ordered her to get dressed.
She dressed in the gauzy, diaphanous, clothing she knew James preferred to see her in. The baggy, translucent pants hid her body in smoky grey shadow. Her silhouette moved enticingly within them. The matching gauze vest hid even less of her. The half-vest left a bare swath down her front and her midriff uncovered. Only a thin gold neck chain that clung to her throat held it together. Her full, round breasts filled out the vest, her nipples and aureoles barely covered. He directed her to don her hand flower, and two exquisitely bejeweled foot flowers. She thrilled to the knowledge that she'd be paraded around barefoot today. Such dazzling accouterments were not meant to be concealed. The fine, scintillating gold mesh and the tiny bells and medallions incorporated into the jewelry glittered in the light as she put on the ornate Indian jewelry. Every move she made set off a cacophony of tiny clinks. A dainty windchime in the warmest of breezes.
"I have a new piece for you today, Alison. Here." Master James gave her a necklace with a crystal ring threaded upon it. The detailing on the crystal ring made it look like twisted lengths of flexible, braided rope. She half expected it to collapse inwards when pressed. The solid piece of glass looked like it could be unraveled like real rope.
"It's beautiful," she whispered. "Thank you."
"Yes, it is. Put it on. Never leave it behind when in the mansion from this point onwards." Before she could question him, Master James snapped a heavy gold girdle around her shapely waist. The low slung belt accentuated her curvaceous, flowing form. It also had a convenient loop where Master James could snap on a leash. He coiled the golden tether in his fist, giving it a slight tug. "Come along. We've an appointment to keep. But do take the time to greet the membership with the proper respect. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Head Master James," she said. She loved obeying him but hated the assigned task. Small, filthy dicks had no business in her mouth! She only wanted to service him. And her husband Felix, of course.
Master James led his tethered slave barefoot through the complex. Whenever a Master of suitable station greeted Master James, she gracefully knelt before the startled man and orally serviced him. Like pissing at hydrants, she left her scent upon them as she passed. Even if she never came their way again, they'd be marked by her passage. By the time they reached their destination, Alison's belly gurgled and sloshed with come.
Not in a pleasant way, either.
Still, she felt elated with her Master's looks of pride and approval. Even now, Alison remained unsure if this feeling was a natural one or an artificial instinct created by a trance state. She chose to believe it to be a natural proclivity of hers.
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Master James and Alison waited in the spacious chamber. She'd never been there before. Her kindly Master answered her unasked question. "We're waiting for the Eastern Masters to arrive. They'll be here soon."
"Eastern?"
"Asian," he clarified. "Japanese. They've come to see our techniques."
"They use different ones?" Alison sounded surprised. She hadn't realized the Masters Guild was a multinational organization. But why would they need to travel to learn the techniques behind altering appearances? They were Masters, were they not?
"Different ones, yes. Eriko is a traditionalist, I fear. She doesn't embrace change like I do."
