Movie Night
I'd just finished my workout for the day, a relatively light one, first day of a new mesocycle after a deload week, and was relaxing in my favourite chair reading a novel. Glancing over the top of it, I eyed our slave, Bill, who was reading a textbook and making notes on his tablet. He was sitting at his desk, and the spiky board was between his tush and the seat. From my position to the side, I could see about a dozen lash marks trailing onto his lats from across his back, and I smiled at the memory.
He'd been a dummy, and scored a measly eighty-nine percent on his latest test. If he aces a test he gets a treat, but fucking up this many answers had earned him quite the whipping from me as he screamed and begged into Lori's pussy. He had no excuse, we give him plenty of time to study and prepare, and he knows we expect him to take everything he does seriously. He'd thanked us when we announced we'd let him re-write the test next week. We really are too nice to him sometimes.
"You know, slave, you really are such a distraction."
Bill looked towards me, trying not to shift his weight too much on the sharpened dowel spikes. "Sorry, Maam, I didn't know I made a noise."
"You didn't. I mean that your existence is a distraction." He frowned a little bit, I sighed. "Used to be a time that I wasn't so horny all the time, you know. I've probably had more orgasms down in this basement the last year than I've had over the rest of my life combined." I thought about that for a moment. "Well, that's probably not true, but still... It's your fault."
"Sorry for making you so horny, Maam," he said, in a tone that was just a little sassy.
"Hah, you couldn't avoid that you tried, it's because you're a slave and I know you're always down here, waiting to be used for whatever I want. Before we made you ours, I wasn't like this. Now I wake up and I'm thinking about how to tie you up, I mow the lawn and I'm thinking about sitting on your face, I go for a jog and I'm imagining you licking my armpits after. It's really just... too pornographic, you know?"
"Well, I'm honoured, Maam. It makes me feel so validated to be so good at being your slave that you think about me all the time." A robotic answer.
"If you're such a good slave, how come you're sitting on the spiky board and your back is covered in welts?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him and adopting a harsher voice.
He winced a little bit, but I didn't give him a chance to answer, and went back to a normal tone. "I'm sitting here, reading this novel. It's a good one, but I had to read this page twice because I got distracted thinking about you giving me a foot massage while I read it. And when I think about you doing that, I almost immediately start imagining what else will happen. Thinking about the foot massage isn't even a sexual thing, really, but I know that once you start doing that, I'll be putting the book down and having you suck me, or you'll make a mistake and I'll put a hood over your head and spend a little while making you scared and cry. Then I focus back on the book, and realize I've read three paragraphs without knowing what happened. And, to top it off, now I'm a little horny.
"And there's nothing wrong with being horny, of course, but since I know that I don't have to pester Lori or set up a date with someone, I need only come down here and you'll do literally anything I order you to do, there's no
barrier
to acting on being horny. I think that's probably how a lot of guys get addicted to porn, don't you think? You're basically fulfilling the same function. You've turned me into a porn junkie!
I paused to think. "Maybe it's less pathetic, though. I do put a lot of effort into you, it's not like I just open up a browser tab and stick my hand down my pants."
The slave took all this in and found some courage. "There's an obvious solution, Maam." He knows he's never allowed to talk about freedom, and this was pushing the limit quite a bit.
"Careful, slave. I'll let that slide just because I'm such a sweetie to you. I bet you wouldn't try that shit with Lori."
"No, not with Mistress, Maam. Sorry." He went back to his textbook, briefly, then turned to me again. "Um, where is Mistress? I haven't seen her in two days."
"Aww, do you miss her, already? She's on a secret mission in town," I smiled. If it all worked out, it was going to drive Bill to madness.
Lori had found his younger sister, Jackie, on the 'Gram, and she was a cutie. She shared Bill's black hair and captivating blue eyes, but had a few pounds of tits attached to her, something her recently-dumped boyfriend was surely missing. Lori had made it a personal mission to find and seduce her. Yesterday she'd tailed Jackie from her house where she lived with Bill's parents, today Lori was making a flirty encounter happen where Jackie worked, and tomorrow they'd have a random encounter on the street and go for drinks. Lori has a knack for turning straight girls, and I sincerely doubted this eighteen-year-old stood a chance. It wouldn't be very long before the clueless girl was in our bed, her writhing, blushing body captured in high definition for Bill to enjoy over and over, being forced to cum while we laughed at him. Just imagining it was invigorating, and I caught myself thinking about it for several long seconds while Bill watched me staring into space.
I shook my head and almost snorted. "Again! Lost in a horny dream. Anyways, she'll be back in a day or two, don't you worry. She's still here in spirit, she told me to make sure you spend a lot of time sitting in that seat, doing better at training your brain. She knows I'm too much of a softy towards you."
That was true. For all the mean things I've done to the slave, Lori brings a level of ingenuity to the dungeon that I rarely match. I love her so much.
I sighed again. "I have to get out of here before you have me using you for the second time today. I'm going upstairs, you can get rid of the board at..." I glanced at the clock, it said one-thirty PM. "Three o-clock, not before. I'll come down for dinner and we can watch a movie, together. Sound good?"
"Yes Maam, thank you. What movie will we watch?" Bill asked. He was hoping for a people movie.
"A dirty one," I said while heading for the stairs.
A few hours later, having made progress on my novel, had a quick rinse, and whipping up some dinner -- ramen with pork belly and gai lan, mine spicy but Bill's a little milder like he prefers -- I went back downstairs. I ate at the table, the slave sat on the floor. I did give him chopsticks, though. We ate mostly in silence.
"Thank you Maam, that was very good. You're getting much better at the skin." It was hard to get the perfect crust on pork belly, something I'd lamented before.
"Mmm, I agree. Before you came here, did you ever have a woman cook you food like this?" I asked.
"Yes Maam, but not this good," the slave admitted.
I smirked at him. "You're living the dream, aren't you? This is some nineteen-fifties shit. You barely have to do anything, and you have a beautiful woman doting over you, feeding you every meal you need to keep you healthy and contented."
"Um, yes Maam, it's very idyllic," he responded, looking up at me from his position on the floor. Good on him for not rolling his eyes.
"I chose a movie for us. Shall we?" I motioned towards the couch.
"Yes, Maam. Can I please sit on the couch with you?" he asked.
"No, not for this one. You can sit between my legs. Come, come."
I sat on the couch, facing the big sixty inch television and the mirror under it, and Bill found his place right in front of me. I moved my legs to be over his shoulders, his arms outside, his hands slowly caressing my shins and calves as he knows I like. I opened up the Plex app that connects to our basement server (we keep a firewall between the basement and the outside world) and selected the movie we'd be enjoying until I got too riled up to keep putting off the real thing.
We hadn't watched it, before, and Bill wasn't sure what it was for the first few seconds.
The camera was in an upper corner angle of the small room. The door was down left, and Lori emerged pushing Bill into the centre of the empty room. He wasn't moving normally. I came into frame just barely, behind them, only my permed blonde hair visible.
Bill was moving awkwardly because he couldn't see anything. He'd just had blackout contact lenses put in.
"Turn this way," Lori commanded.
"Oh," Bill said in real time. This video was a few months old, but he remembered.
