SlavesofMistressDespoiler (27 page)

“Pleasure her then, slave. Let’s get that tongue nice and buff, it’s going to need to be for all the use I’ll be giving it,” she crooned, folding her arms upon the wood and watching as Lynn started the demanded act of cunnilingus. Fire Opal lifted her arms and held to Lynn’s slender stockinged legs, squeezing in fits as she extracted her pleasure from Lynn’s flitting organ.

The hands of the Grand Duke clutched her rear once more, the sight of the man lost to her, Fire Opal’s glorious body blocking view. Lynn turned her stare up, her eyes rolling across the unblemished fields of skin that was Fire Opal’s body across breasts so succulent her mouth watered and her hands itched to touch them, and finally she looked into an alluring, captivating face that was silently being wracked by fierce pleasure. Lynn pushed her tongue deep, seeing what other expressions she could conduct on that wonderful face, each lap and lick making the woman smile, clench and grind her teeth, roll her eyes, perk her eyebrows.

A spear of flesh started to thread into her loosened rear. The fit was still extremely tight, but with effort he managed to insert himself. Stabbing down into her, Lynn could do nothing to stop him, her splayed legs stopping a fierce clench from having any effect.

“Ah, much better,” he purred and started to slowly drag himself in and out, the piston of motion driving deep into her, dragging her tender membranes on his length.

“Yes, this is the stuff,” he added, rotating to churn at her in beating sweeps, loosening her even more.

The slow stab into her rear continued, and Lynn carried on with her intimate adoration of the slave, fixated by her Mistress and the sight of this sumptuous woman riding her face.

Her eyes jolted open as a humming touch brushed her clitoris, the vibrator being employed to ferret under her thong and tease her clitoris, causing her to stiffen and thrust her tongue so deep that the root flashed with a straining pain from over exertion. Fire Opal unleashed a wanton sob and dropped her head back, her curtain of fiery curls flopping back as her thighs quaked.

The pleasure into Lynn’s sex was corrupted as her bra was pulled down, the cups tucked beneath them to help serve them up for the attention of the Grand Duke. A few brushes across the tip was all that was needed to conjure them into life, stiffening against the slightest touch of another being.

The twin jaws of clamps snapped unexpectedly to the erect summits, her groans of discontentment being thrown up into Fire Opal’s quivering pussy

The sensations continued unabated, the influxes driving her mad with calamity and bliss. The vibrator continued to shake rhapsody free and pour it through her, but any sort of relief was held at bay by the clamps, which the Grand Duke continued to manipulate. He pulled the chain that linked them, drawing back, lifting the tips of her breasts into pink spires, shaking them to further afflict her. Her tongue ached from over use, but the pleasure of seeing Fire Opal give into her joy was enough incentive to keep going. The Duke’s ramming jabs into her rear were pleasant enough in their own way, but to be sodomised by a male was a crime she did not want to brook. Yet under the gaze of the Mistress all was permitted, so she did not resist.

The appetite in the eyes of the Mistress was blatant. The scene one that was arousing her intensely. Lifting up, she brought Fire Opal forth and exchanged a lingering and deep kiss while stroking the shapely assets of the woman, and then stepped away.

“I shall be back in a moment,” she stated.

The Duke gave a grunt of acknowledgement and continued, lost to the feel of Lynn’s tight anus on his shaft.

Lynn winced as the clamps pulled again, hauling up and turning her nipples into peaks of fire. Fire Opal lowered more heavily, letting Lynn drive her exhausted tongue deep again, filling her more significantly before the flicking touch returned to her clitoris.

The noble started to speed his rhythm, turning the vibrator, etching small swirls on her clitoris, making Lynn sob with the effects. Faster and faster he started to drive into her, nearing climax as he brought his slave forward towards the same goal.

Fire Opal tightened her grip, panting in fits, her breasts rising and falling as she was corrupted by climax, her body swaying as she groaned in a long, single note.

With a growling hiss the Duke broke into spasms, the feel of fluid being sewn in her tracts causing Lynn to shiver with revulsion. A moment later the clamps were set free, their pent up fury being unleashed as a storm that was swept into her own tumultuous orgasm, the sudden dive of the humming toy into her causing her to shriek into Fire Opal. The utter agony of the fleeing clamps and the grinding flare of ecstasy merged, creating an addictive cocktail, one that began the first step towards associating her pleasure with such minor forms of distress.

“Oh yesss,” groaned the Grand Duke, slowing his rate and then withdrawing, removing the toy and switching it off.

“Set her free and pack everything up, Fire Opal, and I’ll see you downstairs,” he commanded, and stepped from the room, leaving them together.

The woman lifted herself away and started to replace the items back into the case before closing it. Lastly, she unfastened Lynn’s ankle restraints, letting her collapse back onto the soft covers, her frame limp as though every bone had been stolen from within her.

The woman leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

“Thank you, that was most enjoyable,” she stated softly, her voice timid and also accented from the land of her owner. It was the first words Lynn had heard her say.

Without further exchange she arose and grabbed the bag, heading downstairs and to her awaiting master.

The taciturn slave was replaced by the Mistress, a serene and content glow emanating from her.

“Did you enjoy that? Did you do well for the Grand Duke?” she asked, starting to untie the rest of Lynn’s body.

Lynn stayed sprawled onto the bed, her legs weak, her body still flashing with lingering riots of sensation. She straightened her attire as best she could, her appendages still refusing any major movement after their captivity.

“I did my best, Mistress,” she answered.

“Well we shall see if that was sufficient, slave,” came the stern answer, the Mistress grabbing the leash and pulling Lynn back up onto her feet.

Gathering some short chains that were armed with clips at each end, the Mistress threaded them through Lynn’s shackles, catching the D rings and then twisting her arms up her back until her fingertips could just about brush the back of her collar. The chains were then snapped to the fastenings of the stout leather band, trapping her limbs in this uncomfortable pose. She could feel her entire lower area as a vulnerable zone, ready to be assailed, her arms unable to interfere or protect in any way.

Upon a slight tug she tottered forward, her eyes fixed to the rear view of the Mistress, her gaze locked to the curves and the fishnet, the latex that rippled and pulled with the stretch of her legs. She could still feel the presence of the Grand Duke within her, his sex having left a ghost behind that loitered in her rear, constantly reminding her of her violation. But similarly, the taste of Fire Opal was on her tongue, strong and full, and when she closed her eyes, she could readily see the striking maiden riding atop her face, the image burned into her mind with complete clarity.

Shown downstairs, she found the Duke and his slave waiting for them. The man was sitting in the armchair, legs crossed as Fire Opal knelt beside him on a leash. A short glance up to Lynn, and the woman gave a subdued smirk before hiding it again, making Lynn blush.

“Shall we proceed?” he asked of the Mistress.

“Go right ahead.”

Removing the clip from Fire Opal’s collar, the trained woman arose and walked over, revealing the rolled tape measure she had been keeping in her hands.

Unfurling the plastic, she went down on her knees before Lynn, and had her shuffle her legs apart a short way. Without word or written note, she took a comprehensive set of dimensions about Lynn’s loins. Her waist, thighs, about her crotch several times, her hips, everything before ending with a single fitting of her throat.

“You have it all?”

“Yes, Grand Duke,” she replied, returning to his side and accepting the lead once more.

“When do you think you can have it ready?” asked the Mistress, letting Lynn know that she was soon to be rendered enforcibly chaste. What would the chastity belt look like? How would it feel? How would she cope? Ordinarily sex didn’t mean that much to her. But to be aroused constantly but her dominant status and her exquisite submission, and to have no control over her own relief? What would it do to her?

“A week or so. I’ll have it sent straight to you,” he replied.

“When are you heading back to the Sect then?”

“Not long after that. I miss the home lands.”

“I know what you mean. I won’t be heading off abroad for a good long while after this trip.”

“Really? You’ve finally quenched those restless feet of yours?”

“It looks that way.”

“Well, who would have guessed. So you’ll take those positions that were offered you?”

“I’m not sure at the moment. I think I’ll go back, see how things run. I don’t want to get bogged down with duties and responsibilities.”

“But what about the funds you could gather? You could do very nicely for yourself. There are some choice slaves coming up for auction. Real thoroughbreds.”

“I think these two will keep me busy for a long while yet. And the money from Paris will settle me for any real world monetary needs.”

“How the hell did you hide all that from these two?” he asked, indicating Lynn.

“It wasn’t easy, but I’ve had practice before, and these showed real promise. They were well worth the effort.”

“They really thought you were just an ordinary student travelling from abroad to England? They didn’t suspect a thing? How did you get them to accept your ownership so readily?”

“I played the clubs with them, did the normal bullshit life thing. The relationships were all normal, and through them I got a good look at who these people really were. I’m not going to waste time and effort training someone only to find out they were half-hearted, not fully into it, or were feigning such an inclination just to impress or feel deviant. Much easier to get people to confess their vices to you through friendship, let them tell the truth, then have you confirm it, nurture it, make sure they are completely suitable, and then finally take it into reality.”

“It’s a good plan. Sound, though somewhat lengthy.”

“Not anymore so than recruiting people and having to get rid of most of them because they’re useless dolts.”

“Everyone has their own preferred methods.”

“And this is mine. The facade of normal life is over. I can stop pretending to be a nobody and go back, return to my estate and my position in the Sect.”

“Well, it’ll be good to have you back again. I think it will call for a party.”

“I have no objection to that.”

“I’d be honoured to hold it for you.”

“That sounds fine. Your city place, or the countryside estate?”

“The estate. More space. We can have the ponies out for that one too.”

“Excellent. I look forward to it.”

“Well, I had better get a move on. Congratulations again on the catches, the female is a fine specimen. I can’t wait to see the finished product. I may even put a bid on her if she comes up for auction. She’s a little spindly for a pony, but I’m sure I can beef her up a bit,” he pondered, rising from his seat and rolling his licentious gaze up and down Lynn, making her quail slightly from the intensity of his scrutiny.

The thought of being auctioned off, sold to the highest bidder, and even being bought by this man, it was a frightening enough prospect. But beyond that was the concept of being harnessed and bridled, trained with a whip to be a steed, a beast of burden to these people. Would the Mistress really do this to her, or was it merely a threat, something to frighten her, intimidate and have her holding to her heels with all the more fervour?

“We’ll see. Safe journey, Grand Duke, thank you for coming over, and I’ll hear from you soon,” she replied, taking his hand and shaking it as he passed her and headed towards the door.

A long coat was wrapped around Fire Opal, she slipped her feet into low shoes, and the Duke donned a long black trench coat before pulling open the portal.

The Grand Duke waved to them both and strolled down the corridor, Fire Opal walking obediently behind, the leash swinging from her neck, hidden under the folds of her coat. To anyone else they would appear as a slightly strangely dressed couple with a case. Who would guess that the woman was naked beneath her coat, collared and servile to the man who carried instruments of bondage and punishment in the baggage?

“Come, slave. Time for bed,” stated the Mistress, taking Lynn’s lead and returning upstairs with her.

Once they were again in the bedroom, the Mistress shut the door and unfastened the chains trapping Lynn’s arms. The slave stood before her owner, rubbing her elbows and biceps to reinvigorate them.

“Take off my clothes, slave,” she stated, standing boldly before the woman, hands on hips in expectation, her aloof gaze facing up with condescension.