Lydia's Service

I stood at the foot of the bed in the hotel bedroom while The Master washed and dressed in the en suite bathroom. My legs were three feet apart, and my hands were behind my head. My anus ached from the exertions of its recent visitor, and was sticky from his semen still inside me. My breasts throbbed with pain from the shocks I had received via the electro stimulation device.

The Master entered the bedroom again, fully dressed. He cupped my left breast in his right hand, lifting it as if to feel its weight. He repeated this action with my sagging stomach flesh before bending and inserting a finger in my vagina.

He withdrew it slowly then stood facing me.

"You must have many questions, Doctor Beaumont. I feel that you have earned the right to ask some, so please go ahead."

I took a few seconds to gather my thoughts, but thanked him firstly,

"Thank you, Master."

I continued,

"I'm really not comfortable with this, particularly having sex with men I don't know, Master. What happens if I simply walk away and don't do what you ask me to do?"

He nodded, contemplating his response before replying,

"Pure semantics, but you are not being asked to do anything, you are being told. You are receiving orders not requests."

"But to answer your question, by following those orders you are ensuring the protection and care of your Sister during her pursuit of pleasure. That protection and care would not be made available, and consequences would inevitably be faced."

I stammered out my next question, unsure as to whether I should voice it.

"What, what if, what if I were to offer to pay you for my freedom, Master?"

He laughed, probably as good a reaction as I could expect. certainly not the best but far from the worst.

"It isn't about money, Doctor Beaumont. It's about you. I want you. I want to dominate you, have you as my personal fuckpig and to have you do anything I tell you to, no matter how degrading."

"What you haven't figured out yet, is that it is not simply what I want. It's what you want, too."

I answered,

"You are wrong, Master. It is not what I want at all."

He licked the middle finger of his right hand, then stooped and began to circle my clitoris with it, teasing it out and stimulating it expertly. My breathing got sharper and I gasped after the sensations forced me to shiver. He pressed harder and used his other hand to cup my right breast and stroke my nipple.

He laughed again and broke off from his activities, speaking to me as I breathed heavily.

"Your reactions betray you, slut! Just as they did when I fucked your ass. You loved it! Just like they did when Tony shocked your tits. And when you stripped and offered your ass to Brian to be beaten, then sucked his cock and let him shave your cunt and fuck you!"

"You slid your cunt onto a stranger's bare cock and let him cum inside you, and nobody forced you to do it."

I pleaded,

"But Master it's not like that. I really,,really don't want this. I know I let my enhanced hormones cloud my judgement and make me seek out corporal punishment but seriously that's all it was. The thing with Brian was just a means to an end. That's as far as it would have gone."

I spoke more calmly now,

"This has all gone too far. What I'm being made to do now is against my will. I don't give consent. I am being forced into this. Please let me go and just walk away from my Sister and her desires."

He laughed again, harder this time,

"It makes it all the more satisfying hearing you protest. You know why? Because I know that you will perform for me, regardless. The fact that you do it reluctantly makes it so much sweeter. One last question. Fire away."

"What was Brian's ultimate intention with me, do you know?"

"Ha, I'm afraid only Brian would know that. I do know one of his fantasies for you was to have you straddle a wooden beam, nail your tits and cunt lips to it, whip you senseless and fuck you up the ass."

"Really, and is that still in store for me?"

"Not from me it isn't? I'd like to keep my sluts fit for entertainment! You can expect to be hurt, and hurt a lot, but not harmed. Nailing body parts is firmly in harm territory.

Enough questions for now. I think you know where you stand. Take up the same position as now in front of the window."

I replied "yes, Master."

I moved and stood again in front of the drawn curtain, my feet three feet apart, and my hands behind my head. The Master took a photo of me on his phone.

"Now turn around, bend slightly forward, legs spread still but reach behind and pull your ass cheeks apart. I want to be able to see your cunt and ass hole as well as your back."

I did as he commanded and he took at least one other photo. He typed something on his phone.

"You can resume your position at the foot of the bed again.The response I get from that message will determine what you are doing next."

He paused to let me think upon what he said, then elaborated,

"I had you followed here. Not professionally, just someone looking to impress and gain some kudos with us. But, you have to admit, he did the job admirably, so reward is due."

"The message I sent, with the photos of you was to determine whether he wanted a cash payment or whether he'd prefer some time with you instead. Up to his pay grade of course."

I gulped, nervously. The response to the Master's message was prompt. His phone beeped, and he viewed it eagerly.

He smiled evilly at me.

"Excellent! You have a date. You need to clean yourself up and get ready to entertain your guest. He will be here in around fifteen minutes."

"He's due a hand job, just a hand job. Under no circumstances let him put his cock inside you. He can have a deluxe hand job, though. Whatever position and state of undress he desires. He can jizz wherever he likes on you just not inside you. Have you got all that?"

"Yes, Master, I understand."

"Then say it back in your own words. I want to hear it."

I cleared my throat, "I am to undress to whatever level he wishes me to. I am to masturbate him manually, and allow him to ejaculate on me wherever he wishes. I am not to let him penetrate me."

He smiled, almost laughing, "You have a way with words. If I was a betting man, I'd say it's odds on that he'll jizz on your tits and have you lick it off but we'll see, eh? It's what I'd do in the circumstances."

As he prepared to leave he spoke to me again.

"Tony will be in touch regarding your training, which starts later today. Do exactly as he says and learn quickly."

"I shall, Master."

"Keep it up, Doctor Beaumont. I'm sure that what I'm seeing is false sincerity. Let's see it in action shall we? I want your body and brain working for me."

With that he left and I was alone, ready to clean myself up and welcome my next visitor.

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Showered and dried, I was aware of not having anything to lubricate for the masturbation I was about to perform. I contemplated dressing and running out to the pharmacy, but I was afraid of missing my visitor, which would not have gone down well.

I did not have much time to think anyway. A knock at the door signaled that my visitor had arrived. I pulled on my dress but nothing else, and answered the door. The young man was around 19 years old, with an unruly mop of black hair and a beard just beyond stubble. He was wearing a green anorak type jacket, a blue T shirt, jeans and black training shoes.

He sniffed before he talked, "You know what I'm due, yeah?"

I nodded, "Yes, I do, please come in."

He stepped through the door and closed it behind himself.

"I would offer you a drink," I said, "but all I have here is basic tea and instant coffee making facilities."

He replied, sniffing again, "Don't want a drink, just what I'm due."

I nodded again, "How would you like me? Should I take my dress off? Would you like to sit, with me beside you?

He sniffed yet again. It seemed to be habit more than necessity. "Take everything off, lie on your back on the bed."

I thought about reminding him of the limits of his reward, but decided to go along with his wishes and say nothing.

I unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head. I pulled off the duvet, leaving the bed with just the bottom sheet fitted, and lay on it with my head propped up on two pillows.

He undressed quickly, dropping his clothes on the floor. His penis was around six inches long, uncut, framed by a thick bush of black pubic hair, and already fully erect.

He climbed onto the bed straddling my stomach, placing his hands on my breasts and squeezing. they were still very sore and I tried not to wince.

I took his penis in my right hand and softly cupped his testicles in my left hand, gently massaging them. I pulled back his foreskin and began to masturbate him slowly and gently.

I whispered, "Where would you like to cum?"

"I'll decide where and when, just wank me off like you've been told to!"

As I masturbated him, I kept the strokes slow and purposeful. He groaned in pleasure, kneading my breasts harder as waves of pleasure built in his groin. He kept his left hand on my right breast but moved his left hand back to stroke my vagina.

I wondered what to do if he poked a finger inside me, but he did not. Perhaps he was also being respectful of his limits, or perhaps fearful.

I was aware, twice, that he was perhaps close to ejaculation, but he managed to curtail his reactions. As his excitement grew a third time, his hips started to buck with my stroking of his penis.

With a groan, he brushed my hands away, sprung back off his knees and scrambled to the end of the bed. He pulled hard on my ankles, then my knees to manhandle me downwards so that my buttocks rested on the end of the mattress. I reached down to masturbate him again but he began to do it himself, vigorously.

"Pull your cunt lips apart!" he ordered.

I reached down and parted my labia with my fingers, fearful again that he was about to penetrate me. He didn't, but rested the head of his penis on my clitoris as he stroked himself to orgasm.

He ejaculated with a huge groan, his semen splashing onto my pubic area, and dripping slowly down my vulva. As he continued to pump his penis, his semen continued to spill out and he aimed it into my vagina and between my labia. Even after he initially stopped ejaculating he carried on pumping his penis and wiping it up and down my slit.

He grunted and bent down to push the tip of his penis against my anus, to squirt his final deposit of semen into my anus, and wiped his penis up and down between my buttocks.

He laughed,

"That was so good ... I never imagined a wank like that ..."

"Lie down on the bed, and I'll fetch some things to clean you up," I said, softly.

He did as I requested and spoke as I entered the bathroom,

"Thanks and ummm, sorry I was such an asshole."

I smiled,

"You're welcome, and you weren't."

After I'd cleaned us both up with flannels and towels I sat next to him on the bed. He grabbed my right hand and placed it on his penis, encouraging me to hold it.

I did, and moved my left hand to his testicles again, beginning a gentle massage. His penis was erect again in seconds.

"That's the benefit of being young," I

quipped, his penis rock hard in my hand.

"How old are you exactly?"

He had stopped sniffing before talking, it was probably a nervous thing before.

"Twenty ... and I am sorry, really it's just you know ... I really shouldn't be helping them do this to you."

I was a little taken aback.

"Well, no it's not ideal for me but it must be difficult to refuse."

"Yeah, I guess. It is, you know, they offer so much and reel you in"

He looked a little glum, possibly contemplating that brief conversation. I nurtured and idea, and decided to act. I stopped masturbating him and spoke quietly,

"Say no more. Walls have ears. Get dressed and follow me out."

I didn't bother with underwear, but pulled my dress back on, and my coat and shoes.

He dressed quickly and followed me out of the hotel and into the street. Knowing the area, I made my way to a small park area surrounded by residential buildings, most of which were now converted to flats but which had all been seaside town houses many decades ago.

I sat on a bench, and he joined me, sitting next to me but not too close.

I breathed deeply and looked him directly. His eyes perhaps questioned why we were there. I spoke, hoping to capture his attention.

"I think perhaps we can help each other."

I paused,

"My need is information. Information that you might be able to tell me or at least find out for me. There must be something that you need or want that I can provide."

I let him ponder on that for a minute.

"So, how exactly does this work from your perspective? What do you know about these people? The ones who asked you to follow me."

His demeanor changed, and he became a little jittery,

"Well nothing really. Like, I, I don't know that much. Nobody tells me anything."

I nodded and tried to look calm, to calm him in turn.

"Relax, and don't worry one bit that I'm going to tell them anything at all about anything you tell me, ever."

He still looked slightly worried. I decided to step up my approach. I looked around and made sure that nobody was watching us. I gently took his right hand in my hands and separated his index finger. Glancing round again, I inserted it into my mouth and sucked on it. I ran my lips and tongue up and down it slowly before withdrawing it.

I smiled, hopefully convincingly. I was still absolutely amazed that anything sexual I initiated would be responded to positively. I moved slowly, and ran my hands down his stomach to his jeans. I unzipped his fly and slid my right hand in, immediately feeling his erect penis inside his boxer shorts.

I carefully wound my hand under the waistband of his boxers and stroked the hard flesh of his penis.

"Is that OK, you don't mind me doing this?"

He gasped and sighed, "No, it's great. Wish I could do the same for you."

"Yes it's tricky me wearing a dress. We can't go back to the room, though. I'm not convinced that we weren't being listened to and watched!"

I hoped that wouldn't phase him, and thankfully it didn't.

He paused, then blurted out his next statement as though he'd willed himself to say it but needed to pluck up enough courage,

"I...I wish I was still looking at you naked!"

I was taken aback and laughed, a little nervously.

"I guess if you squinted you could imagine I was much younger and more desirable instead of old and fat."

"No, no, I want you just the way you are, you know, it's like that's my thing. That's how I got into this. It's because I fancy old, errr I mean mature women with some meat on them. But I bet you don't feel the same way about me."

I realized at this point that I had to tread carefully. If I lied it had to be very convincing.

I waited, considering my options, After a few seconds, I started up the conversation again.

"I do like you, yes. What fat old lady wouldn't want the attentions of a hot, virile man much younger than them? it's just strange circumstances you must admit."

He sighed.

"Yeah, I guess so."

I tried to speak with enthusiasm. I hoped it would come across.

"I'd like to know your name, please."

"It's Liam, what's yours?"

"I'm Lydia."

"That's cool, can I call you that?"

"Yes, of course, but they will probably have you call me something much more derogatory, 'slut,' or 'pig,' I'm guessing."

"I'll never call you that!"

"Yes you will, because above everything else what we're sharing now never happened. They must never know what we discuss between ourselves, Liam. So, you must call me whatever they tell you to call me, and do to me whatever they tell you to do to me without questioning it, okay?"

He nodded,

"Yeah okay."

"But what I am going to do for you, I do voluntarily Liam. Because I like you, and also because I want us to have a quid pro quo arrangement. Do you know what that means?"

He shrugged,

"Kinda do but tell me what it means to you, yeah?"

I took a deep breath.

"What I mean is that if you were to give me some information that was valuable to me, we might be able to come to some kind of arrangement between ourselves, and I could give you something, or even things, that you want."

He fell silent. I was fleetingly worried that perhaps he would suddenly bolt and tell his contact, maybe even the Master, that I was asking questions and being awkward.

I had to make a bold move, one that filled me with fear, but I had to be brave, even though I could barely contemplate what I was going to do, especially in such a public place. I looked around again. Nobody was in the vicinity. We were still overlooked by a multitude of apartment windows, but I hoped that if anyone was watching, they would be too far away to see anything in detail, especially my face!

I stood up, dropped my coat to the floor and unzipped my dress at the back. Liam looked stunned. I shrugged my dress off my shoulders and let it fall, stepping out of it. I stood in front of him, naked except for my shoes.

I put my hands on my hips, shaking and spoke.

"There, Liam, I've started by giving you something you wanted. I'm going to pull my coat over me now and sit down but you can look inside it and pull it open any time you like. Now I'd like some information from you, please."

"But I don't really know anything."

"You know who you talk to."

"That was one geezer, a few times telling me I could earn some money or get some action helping out. The rest of the time it's been text messages."

"What did this contact look like?"

He described him in a very vague way. I suspect that he could not remember specifics. Tall, dark, about thirty, black hair, cut short and a shaped beard. Not enough to tell me if I had seen this man myself.

"The text you got about me was from the main man. Have you ever spoken to him?"

"No but that's the number that texted me about you, where you lived and to follow you today."

"OK , well that is him, the main man."

He got quite cagey at that point,

"So what kind of arrangement are we talking about here, what is it you

want, because I ain't telling nothing for nothing, ya know?"

I breathed deeply, "The information I want is purely about the main man. I need to know his full name, where he lives and what family he lives with. Is there a wife, children, whatever. If you think you can get that, we can talk about what you want."

He mumbled, thinking still while he talked,

"I don't know. Why would anyone tell me this stuff? It's way out of my league."

I smiled, hopefully reassuringly.

"You underestimate yourself. You just got a lady who barely knows you to strip naked for you. That main man was very pleased with how you followed me. He told me that. I think they'll be calling on you to do more things for them."

"Did he? What did he say?"

I embellished a little,

"He said you did a fantastic job, and had a bright future. I agreed, I didn't notice you tailing me. You must have been extremely good because I do notice things."

He beamed, and leaned forward to kiss me. I let him, and kissed him back softly.

"OK, I can try I guess but can't promise anything, ya know?"

"I know, but be discreet and find out what you can when you can. A little question here and there."

He nodded, "And what do I get in return?"

"What would you like? I have money if you want money. You tell me what it's worth to you."

I thought that the last bit may make it easier for him.

"Well money is good. I ain't ever got enough, ya know how it is? But I also want, ya know, what I don't get from girls, and I like older birds like you but getting some is near on impossible."