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Collected by Djian
"His Slave Screams"
by Subjukate
Part 3
Laura received the package within days of its sending. She did not
recognize the handwriting on the label, nor did it possess a return
address, but she knew who had sent the flogger by its smell. She carefully
pulled it from the wrappings as if it were made of fine china. She arranged
its tendrils as if they were hair. Laura did not lust for it. Her desire
for pain did not rear up, as curiosity had possessed her suddenly.
Sir Gus knew where she was. He had sent this tool as a message. The message
was simply this: Gus was the only person who knew about her painful secret.
He never told the other members of the staff that she enjoyed pain. Only he
could give her the exquisite release that agony offered, and the most
intense release came from this cat-o-nine-tails. She knew because it
smelled like her. She had soaped it with the oils that she made for him.
Gus knew where she was. Therefore, John knew where Gus was.
In those dark moments, standing alone in the kitchen with her
cat-o-nine-tails in hand, Laura came to the revelation that she would have
to see her trainer again. She would have to find him and subjugate herself
to him.
Laura first enslaved herself to him after an elaborate ceremony in which
common slaves were released to their masters in the outside world. Laura
had decided to stay and apprentice herself in the hopes of one day becoming
a mistress of sorts at the school. After the independence ceremony, after
all the other slaves were gone and only staff was left, they held an
auction.
All of the masters stood around her and made their bids of what they had to
offer her that the others could not. The opening bid was six hours of oral
sex, a tempting offer to begin an elaborate procession of offers from many
men and women. The original bids covered the gamut of sexual ecstasy. After
the fourth round the bids included not only sexual feats but social ones as
well. Dom Galen offered her Phantom of the Opera tickets. Mistress Amy had
tickets to Kiss of the Spider Woman but would offer oral sex in the aisle
And so forth. This went on and on. Eventually, Laura tired of it and lost
track of who was offering what. Sir Gus had not attended the auction citing
his belief that slaves cannot sell themselves, their gifts can only be
given. Still, she wished that he had attended. She would have welcomed his
strength. He would have to give her over to her new master, and so she
stopped the auction and sent for him. He arrived within moments and asked
her for the name of the one she had chosen.
"I can't," she said. He looked at her, dumbfounded.
"Why? Why not? The finest trainers on the planet are assembled in this
room. Can't you choose one of them?"
"Everyone has made a bid but you," she had said.
"Oh. Well, you know that I will not do that. You cannot sell yourself to me."
"But if I did, what would you give me?"
"I would give you what I have always given you."
"And what is that?"
"Whatever you want."
She smiled at him, and the other trainers groaned. "Sold," she said.
The next day, she was taken to his quarters, where she was bound to his
table. He sent for her two hours before the tattooist was to arrive in
order to prepare her appropriately. He bathed her himself as the rest of
the slaves had gone. Even though he had explained in the minutest of detail
what would happen, she was still nervous. It amused him and he sought to
distract her. Gus told her stories as he massaged her back to relax her. He
used licorice oil which would deaden the pain a bit. He massaged it into
the fleshy lips of her cunt and she was quite numb and calm when the
tattooist arrived. She did not notice the engraving of her master's name
into the area just above her backside. However, it drew her concern when
Gus pinned her pelvic region to the table. He had not warned her of the
piercing and so she was very surprised, but not frightened.
Days later, after the chain was in place and the soreness had subsided, he
let her sleep in his bed with him.
When she went to sleep the night before, he had not been in the bed with
her. The whole campus had been deserted and the masters and trainers were
initiating the new doms with a play party. It was supposed to be quite
something, but Laura was still sore and did not wish to attend. He
threatened that he would bring the other masters with him to show them the
things that they had lost. She smiled halfheartedly and went off to bed.
When she awoke, his rooms were dark, and he was not beside her, which
concerned her at first. Then she noticed that he was indeed in the bed. He
was low in the bed between her thighs and what had awakened her was his
tongue.
"Does it still hurt you?" he asked, referring to the piercing sites.
"Yes. Some," she replied.
"I have been primed at the gathering downstairs, and to tell you the truth,
I have shunned all others to save myself for you." He studied her face in
the pale light from the uncovered window. He went on, "Since you are now my
property, and I won you, I can do whatever I want to you, but if you are
willing it makes it better for me. Do I need to bind you?"
"Do you want to bind me?"
"I would prefer if you would surrender without restraint."
"I could do that."
"Then open yourself to me." Her thighs slid apart. He sniffed her cunt and
savored its sweet humidity. "You are very wet, Laura. Tell me why."
"It is because you are so close. I want to make something good for you to eat."
He sent a tentative tongue out to the dripping snatch in front of him. "I
could eat you, but not right now. I need you to get up on all fours so I
may take you from behind."
She rolled over and raised her ass to him.
In the light, he could see her cunt, dripping and wet, and her asshole,
which had been lubricated by the dripping of her cunt. He considered his
options while staring into the redness of her begging entrances.
"You look hungry, my dear."
"I am, sir," she said.
"You need something to fill you, I think. Wait right here. Don't move."
He left her momentarily and returned. She could not see what he had brought
with him as she was turned way from him. She felt a warm rounded knob
gently opening her cunt. It slid in slowly and easily and she sighed as it
moved deeper into her.
"Is that good?" he asked her.
"Yes, Master. Is that you, sir?" she went on to ask.
"No, that is just something to fill your hungry mouths."
"Oh, thank you, sir."
"Relax your backside. Have you ever been taken anally?"
"Only once, sir. It was terrifying."
"Hmm." He gently probed the anal opening with his pinky. "Does this hurt?"
"No, sir," she said softly. He pressed in another finger; now she had two.
"And this?"
"No, sir."
Then he placed a third finger inside of her. This time she strained a bit
more. "Oh," he said, "You are such a good slave. I will have to give you my
jizz soon. Would you like that? Would you like to feel your master spurt
his come inside of you?"
"Yes Master, please come inside of me."
"All right then." He removed his fingers and placed his dick head at the
opening of her puckered hole. Pressing carefully, she yielded as she
groaned softly.
"Oh, my dear slave," he said. "You please your master so much. Take it.
Take it all in. There is a little more to fit inside of you, but I know
that it will go in. A little more. Oh, good girl."
Finally it was deep within her, and as he thrust it into her, she could
feel the strain on her two channels being filled. Every thrust he drove in
would drive the dildo a bit further into her. She would contract her cunt
muscles forcing it out and causing her sphincter to contract around him.
This caused him to groan even harder. He was breathing heavily as he plowed
into her hot tight asshole. The driving was hard for her to take and she
tried to maintain her sense of self-control while thrusting back to drive
his pole deeper. The driving moved quicker and faster.
Eventually he said, "Oh, yes, my little slave. Your ass is so hot and
tight. I want to drive it deep in you. It may hurt but I will reward you.
Fuck me. Fuck me with your sweet tight ass. Oh yes... Good girl... How does
that dildo feel? Is it hard? Does it make you want to fuck me harder? I can
feel it inside you. Fuck me, sweetheart, harder now..."
He drove deeper into her one last time, expelling his seed deep into her
stretched ass. She cried out as her cunt contracted around the dildo, and
he felt her spasms though her asshole around his dick. Her contractions
forced her to lose control of her arms and she began to fall away from him.
He held her up to him as he completed his come. When he was finished she
thanked him.
All she could remember about that time was one orgasm after the next.
As she tested the weight of the cat-o-nine-tails, she made up her mind to
tempt Lord John. She would have to persuade him not only to let her leave,
but to tell her where to go. How difficult could it be? She had everything
she needed right there in her hands.
That night after she had cleared the table of Lord John's dinner, she asked
him if he could help her with a new project she was working on.
He seemed intrigued and declared that he would be happy to help her in any way.
Hours later he arrived at the entrance to her quarters dressed in his
finest silk and cotton Italian suit, smelling of her favorite cologne. She
greeted him at the door dressed in a similar suit. This surprised him as he
did not know that she owned anything except the extremely long dresses she
always wore. She had darkened her rooms. Banks of white candles in varying
sizes burned, creating the most calming atmosphere. She had created a
compilation of industrial love songs. Presently she was listening to a song
that was clearly by Sting, yet he had never heard it before, "I Burn for
You." She allowed him in and removed his shoes. As she massaged the arches
of his feet, She said, "I need your help with the project that I am working
on."
"Really? That feels delicious. I had no idea that you were such a masseuse."
"I need your help," she restated.
He had thrown his head back and was completely given to the intimate caress
of her hands to his feet. Moments later he said,
"Anything you desire."
"I need your consent."
The haze in his head cleared at the tone of the phrase. It was a verbal cue
insinuating an imminent session involving consensual bondage and
sadomasochism. This was highly unusual as Laura was a strict submissive.
She had no natural desire to dominate. In fact, the only reason that she
had not been declared a certified mistress was because she had no want or
desire to dominate and hence had been unable to demonstrate her abilities.
He had waited for this natural progression for months. Now that it had
arrived, he was quite dumbfounded.
He stumbled for words. "You need what?"
"I need your consent."
"To what, pray tell?"
"I wish to practice my knots. You have never tested my knot-tying ability."
"I never suspected you would ever have need for such testing. You are
kidding, right? This is a joke?"
"No, I am quite serious."
He pondered her stance. Her expression spoke of seriousness and sincerity.
He reflected on he events of the day, and noted nothing of importance
during the course of the day that would cause her unhappiness. She had been
well schooled in binding. He would be as safe as one could possibly be in
the complete control of another. It had been years since he had been
dominated, and though submission was not his favorite role to take, he had
been known to enjoy a bit of binding himself.
"All right then, but please be careful of my right arm. I gave blood
yesterday and the withdrawal site is still sore."
"I will be careful of your arm."
"What else am I agreeing to?"
"Must I tell you? Can't we just settle with the idea that you will be safe
and leave here unharmed?"
"We could do that. But I would feel more comfortable if I knew..."
"Then forget it," she cut him off abruptly.
Ah! An unforeseeable twist. This was completely unlike her. He studied her
furiously, and felt the strange want to submit.
She was gathering his shoes and slipping them back on his feet when he said
slowly, "That was very good. I am unaccustomed to assertiveness. Please
forgive me. It was not my intention to be rude to you. It makes sense that
you would not want to tell me of the events that you had planned. I was
simply making certain that you had planned something as opposed to
something on impulse."
"I arranged this music for you, as one would arrange flowers so you could
see such beauty in the dark, and you imply this is impulsive?" She said
sarcastically.
He ran on the defensive. "No... no..."
She went on, "Do you want this or not?"
He was hesitantly silent and then he said, "Yes, please."
From the front pocket of her men's trousers she pulled a blindfold and
covered his eyes as he stared into her downcast gaze. "Okay, then. How is
this knot, for starters? Is it too tight?"
"No."
She unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his trousers before removing his
coat. He tried to control the odd shake that had befallen him. It made her
smile as she smoothed the untidied hair that covered his chest and abdomen.
When he was completely undressed she made him undress her, impaired as he
was. He noticed with a strange acuity the softness of her skin and the
tautness beneath. He had seen her naked for days on end, but never had she
been so arousingly beautiful as she was in his mind's eye. It did not drive
him to passion; it drove him to want to possess her. Not simply her body,
but her entire entity. So great is the love between masters and slaves that
it defies mere mortal words, but in that one moment, he knew better than
any other the deep strength that drives the dominant to the wild ends that
their submissives demand. He sank to his knees and kissed her solid thigh,
searching for the flower of her sex that made the most exquisite scent. He
searched for it with his mouth and his blind fumblings pleased her.
When he was clearly about to suckle her mound, she stopped him and said,
"Master, you may not have me now. I have things I need to show you."
She led him to her small sleeping room that was overpowered by the large
four-poster bed. The tethers to bind him were already secured on one end of
the bed, and as she positioned him to be bound, he gave no resistance.
Instead he fought to kiss her. He sought her lips with his as he offered
the sensitive left arm. She was extremely careful not to pull it too tight,
but the others she secured with great ardor.
When she had completed the knots, she asked, "How do they feel?"
"They feel fine. Now, please undo me so that I can ravish you the way you
intend me to."
"I do not intend for you to fuck me. No, I am testing my knots. How long do
you think it will be before you can free yourself? When do you need to go
to work?"
"That isn't funny."
"Does it frighten you?"
"No, it annoys me."
"I know what that is like. I hate to be sexually frustrated. Don't you? It
is most annoying to have someone telling you how to react and how to feel,
what to do while trying to obtain that release, don't you think? For
example, if I were to thrash you with a cat-o-nine-tails like this one,"
(swish), "then, tell you to relax into the pain, how would that make you
feel?" She toyed with him now.
"I don't own a cat-o-nine-tails. That can't be a cat-o-nine-tails. I don't
have one."
"But I do. Wanna see?"
She gave him a small flick to the air above his vulnerable stomach. He
winced and fought the bonds. It surprised him more than anything, and
suddenly, he felt very afraid. Not so much because he thought himself to be
unsafe, but because he did not know the extent to which she would go. It
was obvious to him that she would indeed give him a thrashing, to assert
her dominance and to inspire him to obey her. It was blatantly obvious.
Damn, what had he gotten himself into now?
"Laura, if you are going to whip me with that thing you need to give me a
safeword."
"No."
"Why? Why not?" he stammered.
She was slow to answer him and he sensed that she was preparing herself for
something. He felt her smooth cold hands on his cock, raising it to its
full length though slow stimulation. She began to gently suck his cock and
the contrast between her hot mouth and her cold hands made him inhale
sharply. One hand toyed with his asshole while the other gripped the base
of his sex, all the while she was sucking and sucking. She manipulated her
tongue over it and toyed with its head, then moved down to gently caress
his sensitive balls with her wet tongue. He suddenly felt the urge to shoot
his load, no warning, no preparation, just the desire to erupt. No. This
was too soon, and so he said, "Mistress, I cannot hold myself. Help me to
keep from coming as I know that it is too soon to please you."
She gently flicked him with the flogger and he jerked up into her mouth as
he flinched. She did it again, but this time she removed her mouth so that
he was thrusting into empty air. She watched him momentarily, fucking
against the image thrusting into the empty air. Panting and sighing like a
locomotive.
"I want you to please me." She said after he had settled some. "I want you
to please me in a specific way that you have neglected in the past."
He fought to recall a method or exercise in sexual pleasure that he had
neglected, and found nothing. Beg for mercy... beg.
"Mistress, I don't know how to please you. Please, tell me that I may serve
you in the way you most desire." He was breathless now and his whole body
heaved with his chest full of sighs. "I want something..." her voice
trailed off.
"Say it and it will be yours, I swear it."
"But it will frighten you to give it to me," she said calmly.
"Mark me! I will take it for you! It would be my honor to serve you in this
way!"
He was becoming frantic in his blind need and he struggled fiercely testing
her knots. So this is what it looks like to have a bound and willing slave,
she thought. This is what they see in me.
Then she said, "You will give me anything?"
"Yes, anything."
"Even the thing you fear most?"
"Yes. I will take the strikes you plan for me."
"No, this pain is more exquisite; it will leave marks for years and years."
"What, then?"
"I want sir Gus's phone number. I want you to take me to him. I want him back."
"I will do it in the morning... fuck me now."
"Do you swear it?" she breathed the words into the soft flesh of his cock.
"Yes... I swear it."
As she mounted him slowly, she said, "Well, then, it seems we have an
agreement." He did not hear her every word, so great was his distraction
with her sliding slowly down his pole. It was most intense. He could feel
the gold chain as it rested coolly on his balls. She was so tight and hot.
He fought himself to keep from thrusting violently up onto her and erupting
suddenly. Control. Discipline brings release. So hot and tight, so wet and
yielding. Her breasts dangled precariously in front of his face; he could
tell by the smell of them so close.
He rooted for a nipple and found one rather quickly offered to his mouth.
He sucked it gratefully as she began the slow and rhythmic rise and decent
that he ached so powerfully for. He felt her reaching and then the tension
in his arms released. She unbound his eyes. He first glimpsed her rising
above him, her pink areolae so close... He reached for her hips to give him
more control of the rising and falling onto his turgid love rod.
"Thank you, Mistress," he said, watching her lose herself to the fucking.
He knew intuitively that their respective roles had been restored as she
had unbound him. Back in command, he felt more comfortable and his passion
increased in its tension. His thrusts became more powerful and his
breathing quickened. "That is very good, Laura. This pleases me." She was
lost to him but he knew that she could hear him. "Oh, that is very good,
let me in deeper. Widen your legs. Oh, good. Can you come this way? Are you
comfortable?"
Indeed his dick was deeply embedded inside her. It was long and thin and
reached up into her like no toy could. The thrusts would sometimes ram the
cervix causing her distraction. It wasn't often that slaves are allowed to
fuck their masters, so the mere activity was awkward. The thrusting
increased in speed now, and she felt the rising. The tension increased in
her fuck channel and in so doing caused her master still more intense
stimulation. Lost in wild abandon he fucked her with all his strength,
driving it up into her as high as he could lift her. Impaling her with his
cock was his only thought. It must go deeper. It must thrust harder.
"Laura, I am going to come now, I cannot hold myself any more."
"No... a little more," she encouraged. The boiling in his balls felt more
like the eruption of a volcano, so hot was the heat in his sex. Never in
his life had sex been so intense, and he lost in his effort to stave it
off. It rocketed out of him in hot gushes that she did indeed feel deep
within. He drove his pole hard and deep into her with great grunts and
thrusts, his whole body erupting into her. He came and came and came.
When the violent quaking of his body had ceased he felt the unusual calm
that he only knew after a strong orgasm. But also, he felt a guilt. She had
not come. In his opinion, it was an insult for her to be left this way. She
had lifted herself from the instrument of her impalement. His come seeped
from her and she was curled in a fetal position, her face away from his.
He rose, saying, "I'll be right back." He went to the bathroom and warmed a
washcloth in warm water. He returned to the juncture of her thighs and
gently bathed the area where he had so viciously fucked her. He was very
tender and very gentle. Then as he rubbed the small of her back, he said,
"Is there anything more I can do to serve you, Mistress?"
"Master, I don't want to be a mistress any more," she said.
"Okay. Are you tired? I could still make you come."
She was silent and he wondered what she was thinking about. The agreement?
Yes, that was probably it. "Laura," he continued, "I will make reservations
to go see him tonight before I sleep." Her expression brightened in the
pale candlelight. He covered her and blew out all of the little flames
leaving her in absolute darkness like a womb. When he left her she was
deeply asleep.
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