I could feel Monica under me, I knew she must have been uncomfortable with my weight atop her small frame, but still she didn't make a sound. Her thighs were wrapped around my hips and her hard nipples were crushed against my chest. I loved the feel of my slave underneath me. She gagged slightly as I leaned down and thrust my tongue in her mouth.
Erica was whimpering at the side of the bed as I kissed Monica, she was kneeling on the floor, her arms were encased in a single leather sleeve behind her back and her thighs and calves were strapped together with a leather band keeping her on her knees while she was impaled on a thick rubber shaft that jutted from a fuck board set on the floor.
I pulled my lips away from Monica's. Her eyes fluttered softly as I rubbed the stray hairs from in front of her face. I could see the nervousness in her eyes as she spoke.
"Will you fuck this slave Master? Please, cum in my pussy, I need you Master, I need to be used!" Monica squeezed her thighs tighter on my hips grinding her wet pussy against my groin.
"Please Master!" I could hear the desperation in her voice as she stared up at me. Erica started to whine louder and louder at the side of the bed as I felt Monica lift her upper body and slide her hard nipples against my chest lovingly. I knew Erica's muscles must be burning and cramping after the time I had kept her there kneeling. She let out a moan of despair as I turned and winked at her. Her mouth was filled with a large inflatable gag which supported a small little tray that jutted from between her gleaming teeth. A glass of water jiggled dangerously on the little tray as she started to sob, I'd kept her bound and denied for much of the last week. She had been denied orgasm while she watched her friends have many, and I knew she was desperate for release.
"You'd better not spill any." I said as I ran my hand through Monica's hair as I grinned maliciously at Erica, the water splashed over the smooth edges of the glass as her body convulsed in a new wave of cramps.
"Master, please!" Monica arched her head up and started lapping her tongue on my neck like a needy kitten. I loved the anxious look in her eyes.
"Please use me Master!" She moaned in my ear; she knew I loved the feel of her hot breath on my skin.
I easily slipped my cock in Monica's pussy, I could hear her moan as my dick sank deeper and deeper into her belly, her thighs closed tighter around my back as she arched her body to take me completely inside her.
"Thank you Master." I could feel Monica clinch her vaginal muscles on my cock, clamping me tight.
"Use this little slut, please!" I could feel Monica's hot breath in my ear, I loved the feel of her panting against my skin, I loved the sound of her moaning, the needy, desperate moaning as her stomach muscles convulsed under me.
The bed creaked under us as I grabbed for her long, soft, hair and tugged her head back, her eyes were wide with need as I pounded into her pussy with my cock, slamming deep into her belly over and over again.
"Is that what you needed bitch?" I started pumping my dick deep in Monica's snatch, riding her hard and fast.
"You're just a dirty little tease, aren't you slut?" Monica moaned, her eyes were glazed over as she stared up at me, her tongue was out like a little puppy as she panted in lust
"Yes Master." Her voice was soft and filled with desire as she groaned in desperation.
"Use me Master, cum in my pussy Sir, please, I need your cum, PLLLLEEEAAAASSSEEEEEE!!!" I locked my lips on hers and buried my tongue in her mouth as I felt my balls start to contract. I wrapped my tongue around hers as I spewed my load deep in her belly, grunting as I felt my prick spurting. I loved the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she squeaked in delight as I jerked my hips hard into hers, burying my cock in her tight little hole as far as possible. I could feel the way her thighs convulsed and locked around my ass as she orgasmed with me.
I collapsed in a heap on my pet, lapping my tongue on her face as we both came down from the peak of pleasure. I loved feeling her under me as my heart-beat gradually slowed and I felt her thighs quivering against my back.
I rolled onto my side, off Monica, and she quickly laid her chin against my chest and took my nipple between her lips and started sucking. I reached over and grabbed the glass of water from the little tray in Erica's mouth.
"I bet you want to be fucked, don't you baby?" Erica groaned as a new spasm of cramps washed through her tortured body as I winked at her.
"Not yet, but soon I promise." I drank the glass of water in one quick swig, then set the empty vessel back on the little tray jutting from my slave's mouth. I grabbed Monica by the hair and lifted her head off my chest.
"Clean my cock." Monica scurried between my thighs and started lapping her tongue on my waning prick. I groaned as I felt her moist lips sucking my balls into her mouth while she rubbed her forehead against my dick.
"That's it baby." I ran my fingers softly through her hair as her moist tongue ran over my balls and dick, her wide, needy eyes stared up over my chest as she cleaned me like a dutiful pet.
I opened the door to the dungeon and flicked on the light. A rustle from the corner showed me that Ashley was still there, but not happy at all. She had spent the day in a tight hogtie with a ball gag shoved in her mouth and a vibrator filling her cunt, just like her girls had before. Her eyes glared at me with clear hatred and fury, despite the quiet hum that came from between her legs. Yep, I would have to get rid of this one, but first I had a promise to keep. I walked over and nudged her with my foot.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked in a concerned tone. She replied by growling into her gag and squirming against the cuffs that held her helpless.
"Good, because you have a date tonight. A sexy little Asian girl who missed out on the party wants to have some one-on-one time with you so don't let me down." I said as I knelt down to unfasten her hogtie and pull her to her feet.
She struggled against me, pointless but annoying so I pulled the tazer out of my pocket and held it in front of her face. "I would rather not have to carry you up the stairs, but it would be satisfying to see you squirming on the floor again, your choice."
Ashley froze at the sight as the blue electricity arced across the contacts, then slumped in defeat and nodded. I guided her out of the dungeon and up the stairs to the bathroom. I removed her gag and cuffs then waved her to the shower.
"Clean yourself up, I have your outfit for the evening laid out on the bed." I said, then stepped back to block the door.
She turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, ignoring me as she shampooed and washed herself for the first time in over a week. The hosing down I had given her after her trip to my shop was the last time she had been cleaned and she took her time, enjoying the warm water. There was a safety razor in the shower and she shaved her legs and armpits, then stepped from the stall and took the towel I offered her.
I moved back into the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe as she emerged from the steaming bathroom, towel wrapped around her in her first expression of modesty since she first arrived. She looked at the outfit laid out on the bed and snorted. "Typical, it seems you can't get a real woman so you force us to become your fantasy whores."
"Yep" I replied. "What's the point in wasting time on the dating scene when I can just jump to the fucking." I pointed at the skimpy lingerie with the tazer. "Get dressed, and don't damage it or else."
She dressed mechanically, sliding the stockings up her legs and fastening them to the garter belt. The under bust corset cinched her waist in and lifted her already impressive tits, with a halter strap going around her neck to push them together. Some costume jewelry set off her neckline and cleavage and black leather mask concealed her identity while also keeping nose and mouth free. I tossed a fresh set of leather cuffs to her and she fastened them around her wrists and ankles, then stood and turned around allowing me to cuff her wrists.
"I will get out of here; I will get away. When I do, I will be back and you and everyone else is going to pay for what you are doing." She growled.
I held up the ring gag and she hesitated, then surrendered to the inevitable and opened her mouth to let me wedge it behind her teeth. A black collar around her neck with a leash and her outfit was complete. Simple but elegant.
"Oh, you will get out of here soon enough." I said as I turned her around and held her as she slid her feet into the black platform heels I had set on the floor. "Ever hear the expression out of the frying pan and into the fire?"
She took a deep breath, her chest rising nicely as I led her out the door and down into the dungeon. I paused, considering how best to display her for when Annie showed up. I decided to leave it to my guest and just secured Ashley's collar to the hook in the ceiling, but I did fasten her ankles to a spreader bar.
Just in time, as I heard the doorbell ring and checked my watch. 8pm on the dot, I didn't expect anything less from Annie. I opened the door, and what I saw I definitely did not expect.
Annie was a small woman, probably 5' at the most with short dark hair and mixed Asian/European features but you could clearly see the Chinese in her now. She had done up her hair in a tight bun at the back of her head and two shiny black sticks stuck out of it like chopsticks. Her makeup accented her eyes and her dark red lipstick made her mouth look small but perfectly shaped. She was wearing a dark red leather bustier with black trim under a short jean jacket. She had on low rise leather leggings that sheathed surprisingly attractive legs down to the platform heels that added a good 5" to her height.
"Damn, why don't you dress like that at work?" I said as I waved her in to the house.
She barked out a laugh "Right, do you know how many workplace injury claims I would have to do if those morons saw me like this. Besides, you don't pay me enough."
I watched appreciatively as she sauntered into my living room, her narrow hips swaying as she walked down the hall like it was a red-carpet runway. I had known Annie for years as my employee and work friend, but this was a totally new part of her. At work she was always in a hoodie and jeans, or a t-shirt and leggings at best. Even during the Christmas parties I hosted, she would dress like a tomboy. Where did this come from?
She stopped and half turned, looking over her shoulder at my surprised expression. "Down boss, I also know how to file harassment claims too." She smirked as she held her pose.
"Can I offer you a drink?" I asked, trying to regain control of the situation.
