IT WAS late the next morning when he came and woke her up.
She heard the hated nickname being called...'Dove! Dove!'...and rolled over, grumbling. His voice was amused as he continued.
'Time to get up Dove,' he said even louder.
As the fog of sleep slowly cleared, Phyllis recognized her surroundings and his voice. She let out a deep, miserable sigh.
Her Master ignored it. He was in a cheerful mood.
'Did you sleep well pet? You certainly slept late,' he chuckled.
'Yes.
'Master,'
she mumbled, struggling into a sitting position on the edge of her bed.
He smirked and set a cup of tea on the tiny table next to her bed. 'Five minutes pet,' he said, mussing her hair. She tried not to flinch away from his touch.
Whistling, he left the room. Phyllis peed, splashed some water on her face, brushed her teeth and hair, and drank some of the warm tea. She felt almost human when he reappeared in the doorway.
'Come along Dove,' he commanded gently.
She reached for her *skirt*, but he shook his head.
'You don't need that this morning pet. But since I'm in such a good mood, I won't make you crawl.'
She turned away from him to set the tiny garment on her bed, letting her eyes close and her teeth clench for a moment to dispel her anger.
'Thank you.
'Master,'
she said in what she hoped was a humble tone, then followed him down the hall.
He led her to another room she hadn't been in. Large, sparsely furnished, with a thick, luxurious white carpet that her feet sank into.
The other three girls were already there, standing meekly in a row with their hands behind their backs. They were wearing identical black shorts, and each was gagged. Phyllis noted with dismay the way their eyes lit up when he entered the room.
'God, they really do adore the bastard,' she thought sadly.
He led her to the end of the row, and handed her a pair of the black shorts. They were leather, or fake leather, and she bit back a gasp when she saw there was a small fake cock sewn into the crotch.
Her Master crossed his arms and waited. She wanted more than anything to throw the sick thing in his face and storm out of the room, but knew she couldn't. Instead, she stepped into the shorts and pulled them up her legs.
The dildo was only about four inches long and no thicker than her thumb, and even without lube it was little trouble to get it inside her body. The shorts fit snugly, but not uncomfortably, and she could tell without looking they were cut both high and low in the back, leaving most of her butt uncovered.
He tilted his head and seemed to be waiting for something. Phyllis looked puzzled for a moment, then realized what he expected-how he expected her to degrade herself.
'Thank you.
'Master,'
she whimpered, and he nodded with satisfaction.
Next, he gagged her same as the others. There was a similiar fake cock on the gag, but shorter. Her face reddened as he buckled it around her head.
The other girls were watching him intently, almost eagerly. He picked up a remote and Phyllis shivered in fear, remembering the last time he had used a remote control device on her.
But nothing happened to her when he pressed the button. Instead, four sets of handcuffs came down from the ceiling, dangling in a circle in the middle of the room.
'Come, my pets,' he crooned. The others made soft sounds of excitement as they were directed to stand directly under a pair of the hanging cuffs. Phyllis saw that each set was at a different height, corresponding to the varying heights of the girls.
'You all know the game. Hold on to the cuffs and don't let go no matter what.'
Phyllis obediently reached up and gripped the handcuffs firmly. They weren't too high-her arms were bent at a little more than a 45 degree angle.
And with every step, with every movement, hell with every breath, the toy jiggled around inside her. It wasn't really hard-it was spongey, and small enough to press and rub a different spot every time it moved. It felt odd but not unpleasant.
He had a many-tailed flogger in his hand. Kitten was on Phyllis' right, and she watched, her stomach twisting in fear and revulsion, as he flicked his wrist and lashed her bare back.
Only...there was no loud crack, no moan of pain-Kitten just shuddered as the blow landed, and the noises she made behind her gag sounded more like pleasure than pain.
Rogue was directly opposite Phyllis, and Trouble was to her left. Both received a lash, and both reacted to it the way you'd expect a woman to react to a lover's carress.
She heard him whisper, 'This won't hurt, little Dove,' and felt the flogger stroke her skin. He wasn't lying-the whip was too soft, the blow too gentle, to cause pain. It slid across her back like a kitten's whiskers.
He walked around and around the circle, fluttering the flogger over the girl's backs and rumps. Phyllis watched Rogue, only a few feet away right in front of her, as her eyes started to blaze with passion and her hips started to twitch.
'This little excersize is to remind you girls,' he lectured as the soft whip fell again and again, 'that you belong to me. Whatever I choose to give you-pain, pleasure, punishment, or any combination-you will accept gratefully.'
The other girls were all panting and moaning around the dildo gags in their mouths. Phyllis saw him whisper something into Kittens ear, and the girl's eyes gleamed with delight.
The red haired slave leaned forward and spread her feet apart, her hips wiggling voluptuously. He chuckled and flicked the whip up, letting the tails of the flogger kiss her between the legs.
