Author's note:
I don't know where to put this, so please read this warning.
Despite this technically fitting the categories of 'Group' as well as 'BDSM' (there is some femdom), this last episode reverts back to GM by its conclusion.
It should go without saying that if you're not a fan of
femdom
, bi sex, BDSM, dominance and submission, or the concept of voluntary sex slaves and the emotional complexity of being 'owned', this is not the story for you.
If you've been following along, I hope you enjoy the conclusion to this series, in which Jaspar chooses whether or not Master Kleine or Mistress Violet will own him, and receives a final lesson in how to be a kinder master to Carl, with help from the incredibly sexy Sam.
TLDR; There is some hetero sex, but everyone gets a happy ending.
Apologies for any typos, this has been checked multiple times, but has also had multiple edits, most of them in the early hours of the morning.
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So, there I was,
on my knees, the taste of Carl's cum coating the inside of my mouth, waiting to find out what was going to happen next.
Violet—correction,
Mistress
Violet, gave me a thoughtful look.
"So, Jaspar, I can't help noticing you seem awfully turned on by all this."
I assumed that by 'turned on', she meant squeezed painfully against the inside of the metal sheathe she'd stuck on my dick.
"Shall we get this off?" She flicked my caged cock with the tip of her crop and I nodded happily. That sounded brilliant.
"Jaspar? What do you say?"
"Yes, Mistress Violet, please take the cage off."
"All right. Since you asked so nicely."
She handed the key to Carl and he carefully extracted my cock, which sprang to full attention at the brush of his fingertips.
"Right, Jaspar, I'm going to get changed, and then Master Kleine and I are going to have a little chat with you. In the meantime, you can worship Sam's dick."
"What?"
"Sam, this is your reward for assisting us today. Make sure he doesn't touch himself."
Sam, a huge grin on his face, relaxed on the couch and let his legs fall open. He rested his arms along the backs of the cushions and beckoned to me with one finger.
"Come on, Jaspar. Come get your tasty treat."
I wondered if Sam honestly thought cum was tasty, or a treat, and decided he was probably being sarcastic. I crawled between his legs as Mistress Violet took herself into the bathroom to change, and he smiled down at me.
"You're even more obedient than Carl," he said. "You really were born to this."
Not likely. I was just very good at hiding my feelings. And not having feelings. And lying about having feelings. Like the feeling I was having now, as I positioned myself on all fours between his legs, his beautiful smooth cock in front of my face. A drop of clear liquid appeared at the end of it, and I moved forward so that I could collect it on my tongue.
I was doing this because they'd blackmailed me,
no other reason
, I thought, as I licked his shaft, savouring the taste of him.
I had no attraction to Sam whatsoever. Not his amazing legs, not his bikini-ready abs, not his taut biceps or his smug, handsome face. He had really nice hands, though. I supposed he moisturised. Guys like him did, I was sure. How else would he have gotten his skin so smooth?
"Seems as if you're enjoying yourself there," he said. "I know I am."
I was going to give him a sneer, but I thought, best not. Instead, I gave him a suitably deferential look of worship as I shifted my attention to his balls. He moved forward to give me better access, and I ran my tongue over his skin, caressing him lovingly. You know. Fake-lovingly.
"Jasper, your hand is on your cock," he said, in a very mild warning tone.
I'd hoped he wouldn't notice. I mean, you do though, don't you? Touch yourself? When you're turned on, and you want to fuck someone—
"Do you want me to fuck you, Jaspar?"
I froze. Yes?
"No."
Yes. Definitely yes.
"I think you might. Dude, your hand's back on your dick."
"I don't."
I put both hands flat on the floor and went back to sucking him, but he tapped the top of my head to get my attention.
"I think you do."
I came off his dick long enough to say, "I'm supposed to just worship your cock."
He grinned. "Look at you, doing exactly as you're told! In under twenty-hour hours! Master Kleine, you've done a stunning job on this one."
"Yes," said Kleine, "And he was such a challenge."
I bet that was sarcasm too.
"Don't stop," said Sam, caressing the back of my head with one hand. "You're doing a brilliant job."
Huh. I was doing a brilliant job. It was nice that he'd noticed. I pulled off his cock for a second.
"Master Sam, if I—"
"What did you call me?" he said, excited.
"...Master Sam?"
"Good, good. Go on—you were saying?"
"Ah, Master Sam, I might leak on the carpet if I don't... you know."
He tilted his body to one side, so he could see under me. "All right, you can touch yourself, but only so you don't make a mess."
I gripped myself gratefully as I took him into my mouth again, and gave myself a few surreptitious pulls, before collecting the moisture from the end in my palm.
"Best you get that hand clean, now," said Sam. He couldn't have sounded more excited if he'd gone back in time and was standing in line to see the first Star Wars film.
I knew what he wanted and raised my hand to my lips. I cleaned my palm, keeping my eyes locked to his, and his excitement was infectious. This seriously turned him on, I could tell.
"Keep your hand on your dick, but no more tugging yourself off. When you're servicing a master, you pay attention to his pleasure, not yours."
