Sarah mashed herself against Jacob, tasting his lips on hers, letting out a soft moan as he pushed his crotch into her. She could feel his hardness against her, and it was driving her crazy. God, she loved him and the way he made her feel. Was there anything better in life?
It had been over three weeks since the night she had first discovered her most deepest and base desire. Since then the video he had made of his encounter had been filed in their rather large collection of home videos and she had watched it as often as she could get away with. All the videos they had made over time, either by themselves or with other pets, were organized by date, location, and those involved. She tried several other ones as well, but none matched what this one did for her. There was the super bowl party last year, where all the pets had made out with each other dressed like Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders, which had always been a favorite, but it was nothing compared to this. The sensation that raced through her body was not the same as when she had been locked in the cage, on her knees watching him fuck that slut, but it came close, and it made her incredibly horny. And the knowledge that they would go on the cruise with the possibility of acquiring another slave made the heat that much worse.
Of course, going on a cruise necessitates several things. First, travel documents must be in order. This one was easy, as he had taken her on several trips across national boundaries before, and he had such things available and locked in the safe in the house. Next, one must research the activities that will be offered on the boat and during the ports of call. From there one can then start packing, and if you are taking a woman with you, this always will necessitate one more step. Shopping.
Before stepping into her current lifestyle, Sarah had been a Grade A shopaholic, something that her first master Mark had never understood, and just one more reason he had not been able to dominate her the way Jacob was able to. Shopping was a rare treat, and one he tightly held the reigns on. But she knew the signs, the times, and the excitement it always brought.
It had started that morning when she woke up, trying to slip out of bed to perform her Saturday morning duty of making him breakfast. What she did not realize was that he was already awake, simply laying in wait for her to move. When she did, he was on in her in a flash, pinning her to the bed. She cried out, causing the cats to leap from the bed and dash from the room, but he was already working her ass over, turning it red with swift quick slaps from his hand, driving her high with a spanking unlike any she had received in a while. She cried and begged, one hand between her legs as she made it sting and burn, finally throwing her from the bed with the admonition that she better be quick about breakfast. She hurried, but knew it would not be fast enough.
So she delivered the tray, and almost instantly got her ass whipped again by his hand, bringing tears to her eyes and flooding her pussy. She could not help herself, frigging herself to multiple orgasms as he made her submit to him over and over again, until she begged for mercy.
"I'm pretty sure you can figure out what I have on the agenda for today." He had released her finally, but made her kneel on the floor, her heels pushing into her ass, the delicious burning keeping her in a heightened state of sexual arousal. She only nodded, hands folded in her lap, fingers twitching just short of her pussy. "But before I take you out in public, you need to work out." The malevolent smile again, and she moaned. He selected a white sports bra, and when he threw it at her she caught it and slipped into it. He also selected her white sneakers, and socks. They were not the regular workout socks she would have chosen, but frilly schoolgirl socks. She had never really understood that part, but figured they went with the minor foot fetish he had, since he apparently liked them on her, which was all that mattered.
Finally he handed her a racer back thong that had been modified through the addition of a remote controlled vibrator that would sit right at the entrance to her pussy, reaching up to her clit when she wore it. Slipping into it, she whimpered when the soft silicone touched her tenderness. He had fucked her hard last night, the first sign that this was coming.
His gym was located in what was designed to be one of six bedrooms. And as always when he played this game with her, first she did cardio, following the instructions of the cardio-kick box video playing on the TV hanging from the ceiling. It was a bit of a challenge at first to perform the high kicks and jumps in the outfit he made her wear, but she had gotten used to it over time. What she never got used to was he there with the video camera, and the remote. At random times he would hit the button, and the vibrations would shoot through her pussy, making her mad with lust and desire. Today was particularly bad, and she was sure it was on more then off. But if she stopped following the video, he was there, spanking her again. It was not long before she was reduced to moaning and heavy breathing, tears of pleasure streaming down her face, barely able to keep up.
Two large cable pulley machines took up the center of the room, and there was a circuit she had to do there afterwards. He let her catch her breath for a second until he made her continue. Often he would just hold her down on the bench and take her, fucking her silly. She expected him to jump on her at any minute, and give her what she needed, what she begged for several times. But he did not, instead he just kept teasing her, until once again she could barely continue anymore, so bad was the fire between her legs. And again he spanked her. She knew that sitting would be dicey for a couple of days, and was certain that before the day was over she would be taking it up the ass. He loved turning it bright red and then fucking it.
Her black hair was matted to her head with sweat, and her eyes were unfocused when he finally carried her back to the shower. The thong was still on, softly vibrating in her pussy, causing her to purr and moan softly against his chest. She loved the contrast of her milky white skin against his chocolate darkness, and she licked the sweat of him whenever he did this. This time was no different, but the simple act made her even hornier.
Finally he let her get on her knees, and put his stiff member in her mouth. She went crazy, and he grabbed her hair, pulling her back. She saw the look of disapproval in his eyes, and almost cried, but then he let her suck him again, and she was in her element.
Her tongue laced up and down, top to bottom, as her hands fondled his balls. She licked the tip, swallowed him whole, her mouth sliding up and down like the pro that she was. She knew where his spots were, what to hit with her tongue, to lick the head like an ice cream cone, to twirl it with the tip, to pop it in and out of pursed lips, to take it to the back and swallow around it, to look up into his eyes, and when to slow down as he started to twitch.
