The Traveller

I am Sebastian Tombs. A Master and a slaver and this is the story of how I started my calling.

I make no apologies for not delving deeply into the minds of the women along the way, after all 'a woman is a woman is a slave' and who cares what a slave feels? Surprisingly some of us very much but not in ways you may think. And anyway this is my story and it may surprise you to know that men also have to find their place in life and come to terms with the beasts of their sexuality.

If you believe the special forces people actually behave in ways I describe later in this story I suggest you get a life they're a thousand times worse on a good day.

As for the title I agree, it is a cop out, but any who progress through life are travellers.

PART ONE

The birth of a master

CHAPTER ONE

Mr. Vanilla's swansong.

2.30 Saturday night / Sunday morning. Last shout of the day, for this cab driver anyway. The girls would probably offer me tea when I got them back to their flat, they usually did and then I'd be away to my own place. That was the norm for a Friday or Saturday night.I swung the car in a wide circle in the car park behind the club, almost immediately picking the two girls (Frankie and Victoria) up in my headlamps. As usual the thought flashed through my mind nice looking girls, swiftly followed by the next usual refrain You're 20 years older than they are son, settle for the tea. It's a lot less bother. (I ought to know. Two failed marriages and a broken romance. It was easier having nothing sometimes.) I pulled up beside them and they got in. Vicky in the front and Frankie in the back, virtually hanging between the two front seats. Helloes were said. Cigarettes were lit and then things quietened down as I nosed the taxi out of the car park and joined the late night traffic.

For the first couple of months that I picked the girls up I thought they worked at the club, but eventually they told me they worked for an escort agency whose office just happened to let out on the same car park.

Like a ritual I asked the usual question, 'Anyone interesting tonight?'

'Only fucking men,' offered Frankie.

Vicky rolled her eyes saying, 'Frankie I've told you before it is your attitude.'

. I had heard this argument before and jumped in quick, 'Bad night I guess then Frankie?'

I definitely said the wrong thing, Frankie launched into an account of her bad night.

The bastard was supposed to take me for a meal, we went into this gay bar for a drink,

HE

got pissed and cleared off with some bloke and I had to get a cab back across town

AND

I've had no food. Well that's more or less what she said but only in an awful lot more words.

I settled into the driving letting the girls bicker about eating and who did or did not put pounds on. We were well into the journey and the conversation took an unusual turn. The girls were talking low about their flat mates Melanie and Cheryl. Whilst not exactly a taboo subject, well I will explain it goes like this.

I'd been bringing Frankie and Victoria home at weekends for a couple of months and the tea was already an established fact. We hit their flat about 3am and pushed open the door, which let directly into a large living area. Melanie (a tall slim red haired girl) was standing by an armchair holding a sort of leather strap about 3 inches wide and 18 inches long; she had on a red basque; 3 inch spikes and fuck all else. Cheryl meanwhile was disappearing through one of the bedroom doors buck-naked with a very red bottom.

If looks could kill Melanie would have killed us all but she turned and walked provocatively to the door Cheryl had disappeared into. By the time she reached the door I could have gone up her like a rat up a drainpipe. Fuck! I could have gone up

anything

like a rat up a drainpipe, but all I got was tea and a cigarette as usual.

Drinking tea and smoking I said to the two girls, "Come-on then give, what's this all about?"

Frankie laughed and Victoria said, "They're just an item."

"You mean a couple of lesbians," I asked. Both girls nodded. "What a waste of two good looking slappers," I commented.

Frankie laughed again saying, "We now know which side of the fence you're on."

"And the red bottom bit?" I enquired.

Victoria pulled a face and wriggled a bit. obviously a little uncomfortable but said, "Cheryl has needs. She likes discipline... and being made to do.... things."

And I thought to myself maybe Cheryl is not the only one Victoria.

Frankie took up the conversation after Victoria's lame finish. "Yeah and Melanie is so jealous you only have to speak to Cheryl and Melanie lays into her." And that was as much as the girls wanted to say about it, and so the incident dropped out of our conversation especially as it was rare for me to see either Melanie or Cheryl.

The car was nudging 60 and I was daydreaming about Melanie and Cheryl when I realized Victoria was talking to me, "Sorry" I mumbled, "miles away. "You were saying."

"We have a problem," said Victoria and promptly dried up.

Frankie became the spokeswoman, unusual, but her normal flip way of speaking had given way to something harder and more business like. "Yeah, like Melanie has been stealing from us."

"You know its Melanie?" I asked.

"Oh yes," said Frankie "Victoria and I caught her red handed taking money out of my purse."

"Then you throw her out I guess" was my response.

"If only it were that simple," said Frankie "After she (Melanie) had finished crying all over the place dopey bollacks here (she indicated Victoria) said she could stay if she took a punishment, besides she (Melanie) is the one who rents the flat".

I looked over at Victoria. I'd been aware of her fidgeting ever since she got in the car, now even in the half-light of the car I could see her nipples pushing out against her thin top. I realized Victoria was getting very aroused. I filed that away for later, I liked Victoria, and whilst maybe not as pretty as Frankie, she was softer and quieter. Yes I liked Victoria. "What sort of punishment did you have in mind Victoria?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "You can do anything you like to her including fuck her. She knows a man is going to administer the punishment, but it must include that leather paddle you saw." She said it all in one go and was breathless by the finish.

"Yeah," said Frankie. "Only she (Melanie) marked the poor cow (Cheryl) so badly with it the other day she (Cheryl) had to have a couple of days off work." At the mention of marking Cheryl Victoria had audibly caught her breath, glancing at her quickly I could see her thighs rubbing together, her nipples were quite obvious and I bet myself she was very wet. How would I prove it? An idea was already forming.

"O.K. Frankie. You must know lots of men. Why me?"

"Men," Frankie answered, "fall into three groups. Sadistic bastards that don't know when to stop, most men who think they want a woman at their mercy and when it happens haven't the balls to do anything about it and some who know and understand discipline." She paused for breath and went on "We think or at least Victoria thinks that you can do the job."

There was quiet in the motor for a few seconds, and then I said, "I'll do it, but I need some information and some co-operation." I took my eyes off the road and looked at the two girls. They both nodded their assent. We had just turned into their street and I said no more until the car was parked

"Right information, Melanie is the Dom?" This was confirmed

"Total sexual dominance?" I asked. The answer appeared to be if Cheryl made anything resembling a first move she found herself cuffed to the headboard given a red bottom and made to wait Melanie's time. "Cheryl will do exactly as she is told?" I asked feeling for me unusually turned on and excited.

"Yes," gasped an aroused Victoria.

Oh yes I liked Victoria but it was Frankie I looked at. She just nodded and I got the distinct impression from the look in her eye that over this matter she was taking no prisoners.

I thought for a few seconds and said, "O.K. this is how we play it. You Frankie get Melanie naked and get something to secure her over the desk in the living space. I'll move the desk into position and you Victoria will get Cheryl into Melanie's red basque and spiked heels."

"She wont fit," interrupted Victoria.

"It doesn't matter," I said "As long as she has got it on somehow, and keep her away from Melanie until I am ready for her."

I got out of the car, stretched my left hand out resting my fingertips on Victoria's shoulder, indicating she should remain sitting, at the same time I opened the back door for Frankie. She clambered out. I closed the door behind her and said "This does not let you off tea making when we have finished." For a very pretty girl Frankie knew an awful lot of disgusting words.

As Frankie headed towards the flat entrance I continued around the car to the front passenger door. Pulling it open I extended my hand to Victoria to help her out, when she was almost out I leaned in a little closer to her and said, "When you get in there under no circumstances are you to change your panties. Do you understand?"

By the time I had finished speaking she was fully out of the car. She turned her head and looked at me. I looked back. After what seemed an age (but was probably all of two seconds) her eyes dropped and she blushed so deeply I felt the heat radiate from her. "Yes," was all she said and in such a low voice I was barely audible. I nodded in the direction of the apartment entrance and Victoria duly moved off trailing in Frankie's wake. Oh yes I was really getting to like Victoria!

As I walked around the car locking it up the enormity of what was happening began to sink in. Women doing my bidding, without argument, for me this was a new experience. Christ, it felt like on top of the world. One thing was for sure I no longer felt fucked after a long day I was raring to go.

Two things had happened on the drive back, buttons had been pushed. I was changing; changing to a different outlook and to, I hoped, a whole new me and I new the next hour would cement the change. Two changes. Yes two changes. The second is Victoria, I want/will have her, I'll tread on anyone, do anything to get her. I had never felt this way about any woman before. It was like a wild animal had invaded my body, ready to devour me or anyone else who interfered with the pursuit of Victoria.

CHAPTER TWO

Mr, Vanillas funeral

Ten minutes later I was ready for Melanie. She walked out of the bedroom naked, proud and defiant. I also noticed a shaved pussy; with I thought a hint of moisture on her pussy lips. I might be able to make that work against her. God I thought do I want to apply leather to this girl's arse and mark it? Yes I did! I figured if I wasn't strong enough to carry this through I could forget about Victoria. Stir in the fact Melanie was a thieving little bitch and this made it feel like the correct way to deal with her. Frankie was behind her with an armful of gear. They arrived at the desk and Frankie placed the stuff she carried on the floor, straightened up and said to Melanie, "Right. Over it. You know how".

Melanie did know how. In a couple of minutes she was bent across the desk her bottom pointing skywards. Frankie moved in front of her and began fastening her wrists to the desk pedestals. Melanie was obviously expecting this as she did not struggle or complain but when Frankie moved around behind her to secure her legs Melanie started kicking and calling Frankie names. I closed in, leaning against one leg thus giving Frankie freedom to secure the first leg (without getting her head kicked in), which she did none to gently. I stepped away and Frankie set about securing the second leg. When Frankie pulled the last strap tight Melanie's legs were spread. Wide. I should know I had a perfect view. I was satisfied the only way Melanie was going anywhere was if the desk went too.

As Frankie stepped back and stood beside me I softly said, "Bring in the other two but keep Cheryl quiet and out of Melanie's sight." While Frankie was doing as I asked, and Melanie was still mouthing off, I turned to the 'stuff' Frankie had placed on the floor. It was interesting; I could only imagine how some of it was used. No matter I found what I was looking for easily enough and as Frankie, Victoria and Cheryl placed themselves behind me I picked up the leather paddle and put it on the desk, a small, slim vibrator about three inches long, cone shaped from about finger thickness to around an inch diameter with a shallow broad groove around the thick end flaring out to a wide flat base. I figured this was a butt plug, if it wasn't that what it was going to get used for, I slipped it in my pocket, and then a riding crop, which I slashed down, hard!

Swish! Thwack!

on the desktop.

This action had the effect of silencing Melanie who until this moment had not stopped discussing Frankie's parentage and sexual peculiarities with no one but the wall in front of her (well she may have been trying to discuss it with us but we were not discussing back) since the moment she had been tied up. I allowed the crop to slip out of my hand and lay on the desk. Melanie twisted her head to look at it; her face framed by the glossy red hair paled. She undoubtedly looked beautiful and vulnerable but I did not see it. I was to eaten up with my need to make Victoria mine.

After a couple of seconds I moved around the desk to stand in front of her. Melanie's eyes followed me; she craned her neck to look up at me as I arrived in front of her. She looked pale, worried and I think a little frightened having seen the crop. I stretched out my hand and grasped a handful of hair, forcing her head up a little more. (I didn't have to I just did.) I spoke to her for the first time that night, "Hello thieving bitch, I am here to discipline you and this is how it works. You are going to be obedient and co-operative and we get to go home early. If you decide to be something different we start again, at the beginning, as many times as need be." I let go of her hair. She managed to get her head under control before it hit the desk.

I stepped back and looked directly at Victoria, she was worth looking at. Ragged breathing, engorged nipples and almost instantly I looked she blushed and cast her eyes down. I wanted her so badly it hurt. My mouth was dry, my chest constricted, my gut, oh my gut was like someone had shoved a vacuum cleaner up my arse and sucked out my guts. Add to that a prick like a steel bar trying to push through the waistband of my jeans. I was hurting. I just wanted to drown in that girl's body. I would do just that eventually I promised myself.

I looked at Cheryl, I could see what Victoria meant about the basque, and it barely covered Cheryl. Big-breasted 38c, 24inch waist, 38inch hip, hourglass perfection. By far the best figured girl in the room. Sexy, desirable the adjectives could go on and on. (But compared to Victoria she left me cold.) The basque nowhere near covered her breasts and it rode up high on her hips exposing a completely denuded and very wet pussy. The tops of both thighs were glistening with moisture; it was however her breasts that took the biscuit. Very firm, pear shaped and needing no support, they just poked out defying gravity. A clear, creamy coloured skin swept down the slopes of Cheryl's breasts and met the dark chocolate coloured skin of very large aureoles crowned with large protruding and crinkled nipples. Very nice. Cigar butts stubbed out on digestive biscuits.

Frankie standing on Cheryls other side seemingly unaffected by all the sexual tension building up all around her and was I guess the only one in the room who wasn't in some way aroused. Not for the first time since I had known her I wondered what made Frankie tick.

CHAPTER THREE

Obedience and co-operation

I looked down again at the thieving bitch strapped to the desk. She was still looking up at me. "We begin," I said. "Remember obedience and co-operation."

Stretching out my left hand I plucked the paddle from the desk. As Melanie realised it was not the crop I had chosen I could almost taste the relief surging through her body. I smiled; I didn't need a crop to punish Melanie. If she so jealously guarded Cheryl from girls what lengths would she go to guard against men? How would she feel when she couldn't? Not good I hoped. Add to that, her lover would be chosen and she would be rejected.

I moved around the desk to take up a position behind her where I could begin to administer the punishment. Being left-handed I moved clockwise around the desk, leaving my left hand clear with room to swing out and away from the Melanie. I arrived directly behind her and placed my right hand on her bottom. As expected on my touch she clenched her bottom. Good! The firmer her bottom was the more the paddle would sting. Melanie's bottom was behaving perfectly, as my hand roamed over it she was clenching tighter and tighter. I ran my finger up the join of her arse cheeks feeling her tense up even more. I was about two thirds of the way up towards her back when I bought the paddle in, forcefully, in a low trajectory.

The paddle made a satisfying

THWAP!

sort of noise, followed by an almost seamless yell of "

YAAAAGH!

" from Melanie as she surged upwards and away from me against the straps.

I was pleased on three counts Melanie could not move her body any more than a couple of inches against the straps, secondly the desk had not moved. Really not surprising, it was heavy. Thirdly and most importantly to me, Melanie making a noise was going to let me discover just how wet Victoria's knickers were.

Melanie was struggling against the straps, getting nowhere, but almost immediately she chopped that single yell off and began hurling insults at me. Until this moment in time Melanie had not spoken to me or acknowledged me in any way. I was not impressed with what I heard. Girls should not have the sort of vocabulary that makes Dockers blush. I gave her several seconds to get into full flow.

THWAP!

In exactly the same place, again the cut off cry, again the surging against the straps but this time the insults were at a tad higher volume and she kept up the struggle against the straps a little longer. I still had much to do to gain obedience and co-operation from Melanie.

CHAPTER FOUR

A question is answered to my satisfaction

I placed the paddle on Melanies back and turned so I could see the girls behind me, snapped the fingers of my left hand and said, "Victoria your panties."

I kept my arm outstretched. I could see all three girls. Frankie, shaking with silent laughter and looking at Victoria. Cheryl in a world of her own even wetter than when she first came into the room. I found this puzzling. I figured Melanie had been working on her as we arrived. Boy I did not know the half of it or to what extent I was contributing to her arousing. And Victoria who I already thought of as my Victoria. Her slate grey eyes were wide open. Her pale skin was blushing a deeper and deeper red. She was trembling. I snapped my fingers again. Slowly almost as if in a dream her hands reached under her short skirt and drew down a pair of peach coloured tanga briefs. They pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them, stooped and picked them up. I stood unmoving my arm still stretched, Victoria was forced to walk the two paces to me.

I dropped my arm making her move even closer. She was looking at the floor; I put my right hand under her chin, raising it, forcing her to look at me. Only then did my left hand take her panties. They

were

soaking wet, I smiled at her and raised them to my nose and breathed in. Fresh girl juice, just one of life's amazing smells. I said to Victoria, "Later girl. Later." The breath caught in her throat and turning she stumbled unseeingly back towards Frankie. Frankie was in her usual flip mode and clapping silently yet apparently un-aroused. I wondered yet again what made her tick.