( Please read the first two chapters before reading this one, if you have not already done so, so you can get the whole story. )
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Erin woke to the warm sensations of being in a bath. A lovely soaking tub, soft jets pulsing against her abused body. The aroma of eucalyptus swirling all around her. A soft pillow cradling her aching head. Her face cloaked in a hot aromatic towel. Everything around her dark. All around her she could hear a gentle rain falling, with the occasional quiet rumble of thunder. The warm water had a soothing effect on her racked nipple and tortured labia. All was well with the world.
She reached down and felt the folds of her pussy, and gently stroked to the sound of the rain. Slowly pulling off the towel covering her face a dim room lit by candles was revealed to her. The large tub was surrounded on three sides by mirrors that reached to the ceiling. She could feel her clit swelling as she softly rubbed her gash, her head full of peace and contentment. Her body became more aroused. Looking up at the mirrors above on the ceiling, her nipples became stiff at the erotic thoughts swirling through her mind. She could see herself masturbate as the candles flickered around the room. Her breathing getting deeper and slower as she looked more around the room.
She could make out a large intricately carved four poster bed draped with heavy curtains. A large wooden dresser against one wall, and a matching dressing table and mirror against another. She could make out a large overstuffed leather wing chair facing the bed, a small reading table next to it. As in the apartment, erotic classical art adorned the walls. Erin thought it strange for a spa tub to be in the bedroom, but she was at peace, and her cunt was happy as she softly excited herself.
Her clit, swollen with passion, reacted with each gentle swipe of her fingers. The soothing vapours clearing her stimulated mind. If she was a slave, where was her master, and why such a delicious comforting bath? Her fingers rubbed harder at her clit and pussy lips. Her free hand went to her unadorned nipple, and gently twisted it. Heaven. Perhaps this slave deal would not be so bad. Two fingers penetrating her opening and lovingly fucking her hole. She twisted her nipple harder. Finding her clit she pinched it between two fingers. The instant pain going to her head, her body began a gentle shake. Erin let out a series of low guttural moans. The electricity between her legs and through her nipple beginning to send her over the edge. Reaching across her body she gently pulled at the newly pierced nipple. The pain great, but sending her over the edge, her body was racked with the orgasm she had slowly worked herself up to.
Erin sighed and sunk her body lower into the soothing water. This was heaven, and the sound of the rain with it's distant thunder gave her peace.
After some time relaxing in the warm aromatic water Erin heard the door to the spacious room open and Derrick walked in. Erin open her eyes and smiled at him, "Thank you sir for this kind reward."
Derrick smiled back at her, " I can not have my property being too battered to be of any use to me. Now come up out there and follow me."
Erin looked around for a towel but saw none, so she looked questioningly at him. At this Derrick turned on his heel and strode across the room. Erin quickly rose up and climbed out of the large soaking tub, and padded after him. Water dripping from her sensuous body. Her tits tight and her nipples hard with excitement.
She caught up with Derrick who was now standing by a padded kneeler of heavy oak, with restraints for the ankles and wrists. A person in such a device would be kneeling with their legs spread and their arms cuffed along each side. He caught Erin eyeing the device and held her gaze and turned his gaze down to the kneeler.
She knew what do by his eyes.
Kneeling on the lower pad, she spread her legs to match the cuffs and placed each arm on either side, awaiting to be cuffed in. Derrick knelt and fastened her ankles, and then rose and moved to standing in front of her. Erin kept her eyes down, but could feel him looming over her. He roughly grasped her tits and pulled them up, making sure to drag her freshly pierced nipple along the padding. Erin shuddered as the pain raced through her nipple, and tit. She arched her back slightly to the pain, but did not cry out, nor look up. Derrick was pleased, and bent over to fasten her arms and wrists.
"If you think that hurt, prepare yourself for worse," he whispered in her ear menacingly.
Raising up, he walked across the room and picked up a length of fresh cut green willow. He rapidly swished it through the air, and wickedly smashed the last twelve of inches down on the table he had gotten it from, splintering and fraying the end.
"The test with the dildo was to make sure that you would follow orders, and to the word you did. However, you deliberately went against my wishes and fucked your slutty ass with it instead of using it in your bruised cunt. For that transgression, you will be severely punished. If you are going to be my slave, and assistant, then you must be willing to do everything that you are asked, and follow the intent of those commands. You must understand what is wanted from me before you are told, and you must not put your own preservation ahead of those demands. When you come to live by this, I will be the one to protect you."
Derrick stepped up behind Erin and violently struck her ass cheeks with the split end of the willow, raising a large welt on her beautiful backside. Four more strikes of the cane violated her, and she took the pain with the merest of whimpers. Little blood red spots showed over the five hideous welts. Her pussy began to seep.
He then moved to one side of her, and raised the cane to strike. Derrick then hesitated with the cane.
"My pet, if you wish you may have a gag to bite down on."
"No sir. I will not cry out. I will take my punishment."
Derrick nodded his understanding, and raised the cane again.
The cane struck Erin across both breasts with a loud 'thwack', instantly raising a long purple broken welt. Erin good to her word, made not a sound. Derrick struck again, harder, crossing the first welt. Again Erin did not cry out. A small tear began it's run from the corner of her eye, down her cheek. The pain was terrible, and her tits began to burn. Sweat began to drip from her body. Her cunt began to burn and ache with a desire that Erin could not realize. Her nipples stood erect. Derrick smiled and savagely in quick succession struck her bared tits three more times. Besides the welts, bruises began to rise on her battered flesh., and yet Erin did not make a sound. The tears flowed, but not a sound.
Derrick was pleased. He laid the cane across her battered tits gently, and bent down and kissed her passionately , and then strode from the room. Erin allowed her body to sag at his departure, and the tears flowed more freely.
A few minutes later he came back into the room carrying some items and laid them on the bed. He unbound his red haired beauty and helped her up. Derrick led her over to the bed.
"These should fit, pretty much. Dress and meet me in the kitchen." Derrick kissed her on the forehead and strode from the room before Erin could answer, or ask any questions.
She looked down and saw the clothes and other items he had set out for her. A pair of navy blue sneakers, white knee socks, red panties, a very small navy blue skirt with white piping, a small navy mid-drift navy type smock with white piping, a pair of blue and white ribbons, a shorter red ribbon, and a small makeup bag.
Erin smiled. Though her ass and tits still throbbed from the caning she had just endured, she felt a certain amount of thrill, and safety. Her bald pussy continued to leak with excitement, and her nipples stiffened at the excitement that was rising in her. Softly she aimlessly stroked her puffy lips and felt the moisture. Her clit hardened and began to push out.
"MMMMM....what do you have in store for me my mysterious man?" she stroked her clit, coating it in her desire, as her fingers glided over her sex. "Well, I guess I better not keep him waiting."
Erin dressed quickly. The mid-drift top was very tight around battered tits, and pushed her already amble assets up, giving her an even more predominant cleavage than she normally sported. She brushed out her hair with the brush in the makeup bag and then put it up in pig tails with the blue and white ribbons. She had not yet figured the red ribbon, so kept that aside. Next was her makeup. Black eyeliner and mascara, red lipstick, and rouge for her cheeks.. Everything he had set out for her. But what to do with the red ribbon? She looked at herself in the full length mirror. The skirt was short, and revealed her red panties. Her tits pushed up and full in the too small and revealing top.
She smiled, put her hands on her hips, and stood with one hip pushed to one side, and her head tilted to the other. She looked about 14, yet twenty, and ready to be fucked. Then, looking in the mirror, it hit her. She walked back over to the bed and picked up the red ribbon, and tied it around her neck. The ribbon matched the panties in colour and in the mirror she could see how the whole package came together with the backside and crotch of her panties mirroring the ribbon around her neck.
Erin strode from the room in search of the kitchen. The house was large and well appointed. She opened doors and looked into many of the various rooms. A few were bedrooms, dressed in various periods of history; Victorian, Baroque, a very 1960's mod, Egyptian, and even one that resembled the cabin of 18th century ship with the bed suspended from the ceiling. She came to an ornate staircase that overlooked a grand foyer, and walked down the stairs. The house was stunning, with many works of art and statues as decoration. "Well he isn't hurting for money, that's for sure," Erin whispered to herself.
Derrick was seated on a bar stool at a counter in large and expensively turned out kitchen typing on a laptop. He was dressed in black jeans, with a black t-shirt, and black sneakers. He raised his head as he heard her come into the room.
"So, there you are. Very nicely done." He said as he scanned her delicious form in the very suggestive outfit. "Turn around pet, so I can see all of you."
Erin followed his command and slowly and deliberately turned as he eyed her fully.
"Yes. I think that will do. Did you like what you saw in all the rooms you poked into, SLAVE?"
"I did sir," turning red. "You have a very lovely house sir....and.....this salve.....appreciates that you have favored to allow her to be here. I apologize for snooping on my way here." Erin held her gaze down with her hands behind her back, unconsciously causing her large confined tits to stick out even further.
Derrick looked at her and tried to hide his smile, after all, he really had not told her not to look, and he had not set any type of ground rules on that subject. Erin stood unmoving, gritting her mind to further punishment, but none came.
"Well, while you were looking into other people's business, I was sending a message to the person who was going to purchase you and told him that there will be a slight delay. WE will work on finding a suitable replacement in a bit, but first we have to get you sorted out; clothes, identification, accessories, the works. I have a small amount of work left to do right now, but go ahead and sit at the table and eat the lunch I have laid out for you. You must be hungry."
