Chapter 8- Leonid
Things went back to normal, as normal as could be after the Ascension ritual. George was so proud of me. When I woke up a day later after sleeping 24 hours, I discovered Ming had bathed me in a healing salt water bath and wrapped me in a special poultice of herbs, algae and a Japanese grass that restored oils to your skin. It would help heal the many welts I had after being whipped 140 times. I still couldn't believe I had endured that. My body was very sore and I didn't want to move. George changed the poultice and fed me the soup and tea that Ming had left for me
I soon fell asleep for another 24 hours. I was finally able to get up and move around and I felt surprisingly good. Ming truly was incredible. Eventually, we slipped into a routine of me coming to clean the antiquities and the week after coming for a session as his Helot. It was amazing and I loved my new condo and the financial freedom I had. I was thinking of going back to school when George surprised me with an unusual request. I was still strapped to the St Andrew's cross and he had just finished fucking me with a really large dildo after beating me silly with a riding crop.
Our sessions in the Spartan room had gotten more and more intense as I eased into my role as his Helot. When I arrived at the mansion, I walked into the house and immediately removed my clothing. A different outfit would be there for me with instructions. One week I was a slutty schoolgirl, with a tiny plaid skirt, knee socks, long sleeve white shirt tied in a knot, and a slutty g string. I was told to report to the Principals office and waiting for me in the Spartan room was a desk with George sitting on the other side looking very stern. I was bent over the desk and thrashed with a cane till tears came to my eyes and then fucked over the desk with him cumming in my mouth with me on my knees.
The next week was a bondage outfit, a one-piece leather thong, and harness with nipple clamps, and a thick collar and cuffs for my hands and feet. I was told to put it on and get on my hands and knees in the prone position. I waited like that for almost 30 mins till I heard the sound of boots coming down the hall. George was dressed in a leather thong with studs on it, high boots to his knee, and a leather pilot's hat. He was merciless that day. He snapped a leash on my collar and made me crawl on my knees all the way to the basement door and again when we got downstairs. He suspended me from the chandelier and proceeded to use whips, paddles, electroshock, vibrators, dildos, and riding crops on me for over an hour. He finally lowered me down and fucked me on all fours, cumming in my ass and spanking me after he was done. It was agonizing but so erotic and I loved it more and more every time. His imagination seemed limitless and I embraced my role as Helot fully. I was to call him Master, never look him in the eye and submit to whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.
On cleaning days, we always ended up in bed or on the couch, the floor, in the pool, hot tub, shower, fucking each other in every room of the house sometimes three or more times a visit. He was insatiable and so was I. I was very happy.
We were sitting in the kitchen after a particularly invigorating session when he brought up Leonid.
"Macy, Leonid won't stop talking about you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he wants to hire you too. He wants you to clean his place, and he will pay you a lot of money to do that and of course sleep with him."
"So what are we talking about then."
"There is no real cleaning work involved, he just wants you to come over and dress in an outfit and do some light cleaning. It's a fantasy."
"So you told him, that I would have sex with him, like we've been doing?"
"No, I said I would ask you if you were interested in a similar arrangement with him. What you do and how much you do with him is up to you to figure out with him. I will say that he wants you to fuck him and he's not shy about it. He will be all over you and has a voracious appetite for sex. He just doesn't want a relationship and he's tired of women trying to take advantage of him, being dishonest, etc. That's why he wants to meet you."
"I suppose I should be flattered but this itself is more than I ever thought I would do in my life. I've committed to a slave relationship with a master, had a slave tattoo put on my pussy, and saying it loud sounds insane. I told you before, George, I don't want to feel like a whore, and this is starting to feel like that to me. I also know that I've never been more aroused and turned on in my whole life and you're good to me, so that's why I willingly gave myself to you."
"We've had this discussion, Macy, you are a businesswoman. You have something most men only dream of getting in their lives. You are the most incredibly sexy awaken woman I've ever met. He sensed it too. He said fucking you during the ascension was the best sex he'd ever had and he's participated in that ritual before. So many people work their whole lives and end up with nothing. You've been given these opportunities because you are blessed with extraordinary beauty and incredible character. That's what I'm attracted to and what attracts so many others to you. It's in your eyes, this fire and strength that you have. I've never seen it before and it shows in the way you handle yourself. A whore is a negative word, created by a world that is too judgemental. We can make our own rules Macy and I prefer that than following antiquated rules handed down by men who fear women."
"I agree with you, I just don't want to feel like, I'm losing control of who I am. That's important to me."
"It won't just be sex, you're also be building a relationship with him and he is a very interesting and intelligent man."
"Because I'm your slave do I have to agree to this?"
"No, remember our contract, you are only my slave when you are in the collar. Any other time you're not. So you can decide on your own and it won't affect anything. I know you don't like looking at the financial side of this, but he will pay you a lot of money."
"How much?"
"It depends. If you agree, he will give you 100,000 a year. Know that he is very kinky and loves erotic aggressive and kinky sex. He will also offer you incentives like I have done, with no obligation. He said each act or outfit would get you an extra 25,000."
"Holy shit. I wouldn't have to do this long and I would be set for life."
"There's more."
"What?"
"He'll give you a million dollars into your bank account right away as part of the deal."
"This is crazy. I have to think about it as it is really overwhelming. I want to ask you something and be honest."
"Go ahead"
"Would it bother you if I agree to this? You have to understand how devoted I am to you and how much I love being your sex slave. I would not have two masters. He has to know that. It means a lot to me to only serve you."
"Thank you for saying that. I wouldn't allow that either. You are mine and only mine."
I was flushed with desire and he reached over to me and kissed me deeply, grasping my hot, wet cunt with his slender, delicate hands.
I gasped and pushed back into him, feeling my heart race and my pussy lips swelling with insane desire. My cunt literally burned for him since he had tattooed his signature H between my pussy and my ass. In that soft delicate area, was the mark of my devotion to him.
He turned me around, lifted my skirt and ripping down his shorts, pulled aside my sopping wet thong, and rammed his hard dick deep into my pussy. I shook with desire as I felt his thick, warm shaft fill me completely. He came fast and furious deep inside my cunt grabbing me around the neck with both arms and holding me tight against him as we both shuddered from the mind-blowing orgasm.
"I'll take it that's a yes!"
We both laughed as he drove even deeper into my hot cunt.
Leonid wanted to meet and talk about our arrangement right away, so we made plans for me to come back the next day. I was told to make sure my pussy was waxed clean, no hair anywhere, and to make sure I wore a very specific outfit that he had sent over. I normally kept a thin strip of pubic hair as I didn't like the bald look, but for 100,000 a year, I could get used to a Brazilian. The outfit was a French Maid's outfit with a corset that was very tight and a shallow neckline that made my 36D's practically pop out. It came with fishnets and a tiny skirt that didn't really cover anything and a sleek tiny black thong. I have to admit, I felt really sexy in a slutty way and looked forward to his reaction and George's.
They were waiting for me by the pool and I at first confident felt a bit shaky and nervous and very vulnerable being outside in broad daylight in this slutty outfit, even though George's place was very private. The corset was tight and made my tits really pop, but it was a bit uncomfortable even though it made me look super sexy. The sleek thong was made of incredible spandex cotton that felt delicious on my now bald pussy. The walking itself turned me on, as I felt the delicate rubbing against my sweet lips. I was on fire already
"Here she is, right on time as always. I told you, Leonid, she is first class all the way."
"Hi, Macy, how are you," said Leonid, his eyes all over me.
I waved and sauntered over. They were both lounging by the pool, George in his short, sexy jogging shorts that displayed his beautiful languid, long legs and Leonid in a casual short sleeve, buttons were undone, that showed his very muscular chest with a soft silvery down of hair, and tight shorts that showed every inch of his big cock and balls. It was really thick and his balls were big, meaty, and full. I couldn't help but stare. The last time I saw him, the lights were dim and I didn't get a clear look at him, but I sure felt every hot inch. He was a very handsome man with a brooding intensity that was pretty overwhelming.
