BDSM For Life - Hard Erotic Stories E-Book

Elizabeth Grey

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 290

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

BDSM For Life - Hard Erotic Stories BDSM is a variety of often erotic practices or roleplaying involving bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadomasochism, and other related interpersonal dynamics. Given the wide range of practices, some of which may be engaged in by people who do not consider themselves to be practising BDSM, inclusion in the BDSM community or subculture often is said to depend on self-identification and shared experience.

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Slut For Life

It was early evening, and Linda was hauling water from the well when someone pushed her from behind. She went crashing into its stone railing, nearly hitting her nose against its edge before she managed to catch herself. As it was, the bucket went flying, drenching her in the process. She shivered from the cold spring water and looked up to see who had pushed her. Cathy and her friends stood there smirking at her, and Linda groaned internally. Here we go again.

"Sorry, my bad," Cathy said disingenuously, and her friends laughed as if on cue. "But you should watch where you stand. Someone might hurt themselves with your bulk in the way." Cathy was making a dig at Linda's tall frame, or at least she would be tall if she could stand upright without excruciating back pain. The well was out of the way, and Linda saw no bucket in any of the other girl's hands. They had no real reason to be here, so it was more likely that Cathy had saught Linda out just to mess with her, as she liked to do.

Linda thought Cathy should be dominant by how she acted and not wear an unclaimed submissive's breezy robes. They were not really robes, but long pieces of cloth draped over their bodies so that their front and back were covered down to about mid-thigh. Belts cinched them tight around the waist and accentuating their bodies in the process. The sides were open for the world to see, and Linda stared in envy, wishing, not for the first time, that she could be like them.

"What's wrong, Linda? Not gonna say anything?" Cathy smirked down at her soaked form, her own frumpy robes sticking to her twisted body, knowing full well that what would come out wouldn't be pretty. "Didn't think so," she concluded without really giving Linda a chance to talk if she had wanted to.

Cathy started running her hands slowly up her perfect thighs and then up her sides and under the robe. "Tomorrow, I'll be owned," her hands grabbed her heaving breasts under the robe and started to play with them, accentuating Linda's completely flat chest in the process. "Taken out of this humdrum little town for a life of fun and debauchery," despite the hostility behind the words, the concept still aroused Linda. To be so completely owned and subjugated by someone was her life's greatest wish, but she knew it would never happen.

Her lousy back was one thing, making her constantly hunched over. Her figure was atrocious, with no tits to speak of and hips as straight as a board. She'd been called mannish by the more cruel townspeople and big-boned by well-meaning strangers. The worst thing was her voice, it came out slow, and she had trouble forming complete sentences, making people think she was stupid. She wasn't, not really, inside Linda was just like everyone else, and it frustrated her to no end that she couldn't make people see that. It was like she was a slut trapped in an ogre's body.

"Let's show her girls," Cathy said, and they all nodded at each other and smiled at Linda with cruel anticipation. They turned their backs on her, flipped up their robes, and as one bent over. Linda was left staring at four perfectly plump round asses, their wet sexes glistening below, as a good slut's cunt should. Between their cheeks peeked out four small jeweled butt plugs, glittering at her like stars in the night, and Linda gasped. "That's right, Linda, we have begun anal training, isn't it fantastic?" Cathy said in self-satisfaction as she stood back up to face her. Linda could only nod in response, feeling sorry for herself as her jealousy flared up to new heights. "My new master will be so pleased. He might just take me then a there," she had a dreamy look in her eyes as she imagined the scene, so did Linda if she was honest.

"And while I'm getting my ass fucked, you'll be hiding away in some barn somewhere, awaiting the rest of your sexless, prudish life stuck in this town." She held out her hands at their surroundings as if they had personally offended her. "I'm serious, Linda. You'll not ruin my perfect moment with your presence," Cathy suddenly bent down and grabbed Linda's face. She squeezed hard, nails digging in. "Are we clear?" Linda nodded as tears came to her eyes and immediately ran away crying as Cathy let her go, chased by their cruel laughter.

A few hours later, Linda finally managed to calm herself down from her crying fit. She had run straight to her little house on the edge of town and thrown herself on her bed, not even bothering to change out of her wet clothes. Why can't Cathy and her so-called friends just leave me alone? Linda thought as she roused herself from her bed to get a spare set of clothes to wear. Cathy was the town mayor's daughter and should by Lindas reconning not need to be so cruel. But no, the brat had everything handed to her on a silver platter, and it had spoiled her rotten. Cathy seemed to need to assert herself over others, and Linda was just an easy target.

She got out another one of her robes and donned it, throwing the other one in a basket to be washed later. It could be compared to the robes the nuns down at the temple wore in that it covered most of her body. But where the nun's robes were sleek and sexy, clinging to their bodies and leaving little to the imagination, leaving a viewer to wonder at the delights hidden beneath. Linda's robes were loose-fitting, not intended to accentuate her body but to hide it. In all of Lindas imaginings and dreams, it was always someone else doing the fucking and sucking, or if it was her, she had another body. Where she was someone to be sought after and possessed, where someone actually wanted to master her.

That depressing thought made her pause, staring at herself in the mirror. Cathy's words came back to her that she had forbidden Linda from attending the auction tomorrow. They echoed around in her head over and over as she stared at her own reflection. At one point, she had made an effort with her appearance, styling her hair and putting on make-up. Bradley, the town stud, had even fucked her. Linda remembered how happy she had been that night, thinking that it was possible, that if Bradley could fuck her that good, then surely someone would want to own her. Oh, what a fool she had been. Hair, make-up, and a can-do attitude did not a slut make.

Linda had found out later that Bradley had been ordered to fuck her by his mistress, something about being able to stay hard even though he wasn't attracted to the one he was fucking. It had all come crashing down then, and she had stopped trying to make herself out to be something she was not. Her reflection in the mirror seemed only to confirm what Cathy had said to her, and Linda grew suddenly angry. Why was it always the cruel ones who got what they wanted? Cathy doesn't deserve the life she's living. It should be me that everyone clamored over, for I am a true slut, at least on the inside. Her twisted body, unkempt hair, and tiered eyes seemed to mock Linda as she hurled her hairbrush at the mirror with a snarl.

Her anger turned to regret as she watched the glass break into a million pieces and fall to her floor like glittering snowflakes. She regretted both the broken mirror and her angry thoughts towards Cathy, for she knew they weren't true. The other girl longed for a master just as much as Linda did, but why did she have to rub it in Linda's face? Anyone brave enough to purchase Cathy would have to have a firm handle on her or risk being mastered in turn. Linda could picture it. A life of daily punishments and hard use was just what she wanted but could never have.

Maybe it was better if Linda could just disappear. She didn't fit in. It was as simple as that. People grew awkward around her as if they didn't know what to do with her or how to treat her. Well, they wouldn't have to try so hard to fit her into their worldview if she was gone. She stared down at the shards littering her floor and caught her eyes in a particularly large one. It would be so easy, wouldn't it? She could just slit her wrists and let herself fade away. She would be no one's problem then, and she wouldn't have to endure the life Cathy predicted for her. There were still people who cared for her, people she would call friends, but was it truly worth it if she couldn't become the shameless slut she wanted to be?

The decision was taken out of her hands as someone banged on her door, making Linda jump in surprise at the sudden sound. "I know you're in there, girl," came a demanding voice as the insistent knocking continued. "If you don't open this door this instant, I'm going to have to have my pet break it down." Linda hurried out of her bedroom and through her tiny house to the front door. The person on the other side must have heard her hurrying, for the knocking stopped before she opened the door.

Standing on the other side, with a severe look in her eyes, was Mistress Bishop. She was an older woman, but Linda still thought she was beautiful. She had luxurious brown hair done up in ringlets cascading down to her bare shoulders and the most intense green eyes Linda had ever seen. They could make her quiver with a glare as they were now, and quiver Linda did. She thought they would have been about the same height if Linda could stand upright, as it was, the Mistress stared down at her, only intensifying the effects of the glare.

"Where have you been, girl? You should have been done with your rounds hours ago. I should have you spanked for skipping work," the Mistress accused, and Linda wanted to hide in a corner. She could have slapped herself for forgetting. She was not Mistress Bishop's slave, so her threat of a spanking was an empty one. That honor went to the man attached to the other end of the leash the Mistress was holding.

Mistress Bishop was wearing a beautifully embroidered corseted dress. It was very modest in some ways as the dress material went all the way down to the ground, giving no hint of the Mistresses legs. In other ways, it was not, as the corset cups only served to support her delicious-looking breasts from beneath, leaving her pink puffy nipples free for everyone to see. Linda's mouth watered at the sight, and she could feel her cunt warm between her legs. That was nothing compared to the view at the end of the leash.

The slave was completely naked except for the collar around his neck where the leash was attached. He must have been the pet Mistress Bishop threatened would break down her door if she didn't open it. He sure looked like he could do it, with broad shoulders and a well-muscled chest and arms. His cock was a thing to behold. The crotch had been shaved clean as with most slaves, leaving nothing to obscure his clear erection. It was a fine member, about a hand and a half in length and just a little smaller around than Linda's wrist. She was a bit lost in daydreaming about what such a weapon could do when the cock visibly slackened. Linda was dismayed and looked up to see a look of, if not outright disgust, then at least apprehension on the slave's face as he looked at Linda.

Mistress Bishop saw where Linda's eyes had roamed and turned to see what had upset her. When she saw the look upon her slave face combined with his slackening cock her expression turned cold. "I don't expect you to stay constantly hard," she said calmly as she slowly walked towards the slave. She grabbed the half-erect member and gave it a few quick pumps, getting it back to hardness. "But how you acted just then was very rude. You have been a naughty boy." She raised her hand as if to strike him, and the slave actually cringed away. "Oh, you are in so much trouble, young man, don't you shy away from me." A look of resignation came upon the slave's face as he seemed to accept his fate.

"I'm sorry, mistress. I will take whatever you wish to give me," he said stoically.

"That's better," Mistress Bishop said with some affection. "Now, lean back and stick out your pelvis, hands behind your back," when the slave took up the position, the Mistress smiled warmly and kissed him on the cheek. "Good boy. I'll do much worse to you when we get home, but if you take this punishment well, I might show mercy." To Linda's astonishment, the Mistress proceeded to slap the slave's cock five times, and not gently. The position provided the perfect target, so she should have expected it, but she had never seen such punishment before, and she winced with the slave every time a blow landed. The Mistress kissed the tip of the still hard member when she was done and smiled proudly up at the man. "Good job slave, now apologize to the girl, and we can move on." The slave sighed but moved up to Linda.

"I'm sorry for," he began but was interrupted when his Mistress slapped him sharply across the ass.

"Don't half-ass it," she scolded. "Take the proper position." The slave got a put upon expression on his face before he rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that look," the Mistress said sternly. "Or perhaps you'd like some more cock abuse, you slut?" That lit a fire under the slave, and he hurried to kneel before Linda and bowed to put his forehead to the ground.

"I'm sorry if I have caused you distress with my rudeness miss, please tell me if there is anything I can do to make it up to you." He actually sounded sincere, and she had the sudden urge to kiss her way down his well-defined back. Although Linda thought his sudden seriousness was more out of fear of more punishment than anything else. She was inclined to forgive him though, as she felt he couldn't be blamed for finding her ugly. She felt the same after all. Before she could get the words out, Mistress Bishop frowned and spoke over her.

"Still speaking in first person, I see," She said as if to herself but practically roared in outrage as the slave made to get up. "Stay down! You haven't earned your forgiveness yet, and arch that back, so that great ass is better exposed. A slave should always strive to present themselves in the best light possible." The slave practically flew back to the ground and hurried to follow his Mistresses' instructions. "That's a good boy," Mistress Bishop said in a sweet patronizing tone before she turned to Linda.

"I'm sorry about him. He's still rather new," she gestured for Linda to follow, and together they walked up behind the slave and stood gazing at his upturned ass for a moment. A fine ass it was, with not a hair in sight and a nice thick cock still as hard as ever pointing straight down to the ground. "I love these cheeks," Mistress Bishop sighed as she stroked and massaged the slave's backside. Throughout it all, he remained stoic, not uttering a sound. "But such a fine ass aught to be broken in someday," she continued and grinned smugly as that got a surprised squeak out of him.

"Want to suck his cock?" The Mistress suddenly asked, and Linda startled back a bit in surprise. People didn't just say such things to her unless this was some sort of cruel joke. But Mistress Bishop seemed serious, so Linda got down on her knees to inspect the magnificent tool. She gripped it in her hands just to feel its weight, its steel hardness wrapped in silk. She hadn't handled many cocks, but she thought Bradleys was bigger, although this one might be thicker.

She thought about sucking it for a moment, how good it would feel going down her throat, and about how the slave would moan as he came all over her. But no, he didn't like her, and although he might enjoy it, Linda wasn't the type to push her desires on others. She couldn't resist pushing her face into his balls and inhaling, taking in the heady mix of musk and sweat. She stood back up to find Mistress Bishop giving her a considering look.

"I hope you're not stopping on his account. He's a slave, you know, supposed to please others," she said, giving Linda time to answer.

"HHH-hhis aaand m-m-mine," she managed to stutter out under the Mistress's scrutinizing gaze. She stared at Linda for a long moment before finally bursting out.

"Bullshit! I know you are a slut and a filthy whore at heart, girl. You would have loved to gobble on that dick. That's why I offered it." The nice words made tears start to fall down Linda's cheeks, and she convulsed as heaving sobs wracked through her. She felt arms wrapping around her bent body and cool skin against her tear-streaked face. Linda opened her eyes to see that her face was pressed into the Mistresse's bountiful bosom. "Want to suckle on mommy's nipples until you feel better?" Linda could only nod in response, her sobs making it even harder for her to speak.

Mistress Bishop sat down with Linda laying down in her lap. She gently moved the stray hairs out of her face and leaned down to offer Linda a full breast, the nipple hard and pointing at her face. She latched on quickly and sucked hard, the sensation of having something in her mouth immediately calming her down. The Mistress gave a low moan and chuckled at her eagerness. "Slow down, girl, I'm not going anywhere," she said and smiled down at Linda. "That's it, that's a good girl, such a good slut for mommy," that made fresh tears run down her face, but she stayed calm and let them fall. To Linda's surprise, warm milk started to splash on her tongue, and she looked up in surprise to the woman above her. The Mistress only smiled at her, so Linda continued sucking, the milk spreading warmth throughout her body.

"Tell me something, girl," Mistress Bishop said once Linda was completely calm. "Why won't you enjoy yourself while you are free? Tomorrow's the auction, and my slave's cock might be the last you'll suck by your own free will." Linda looked at the other woman and popped the nipple out of her mouth before she spoke.

"Aaaam ugly, nn-nnno one wiiill want," she managed, trying to keep her sentences as short as possible but still get the meaning across.

"Silly slut," the Mistress scolded gently. "You are not ugly. People will be coming from all over the place tomorrow. Surely someone will buy you. And the surgeons in the larger cities can work wonders. I'm sure your bad back will be child's play for them to fix." Linda couldn't believe her ears. In all her life, no one had been this kind to her. If what the Mistress said was true, perhaps she had a chance after all. Even if it wasn't, would she give up her dream simply because of the words of a stupid spoiled brat? Linda launched herself at the Mistress, putting her arms around the older woman's neck to give her a fierce hug.

"There there," Mistress Bishop said and patted her gently on the back. "You will make a great fucktoy someday. Someone will just need to put in the time as with all slaves. Run along now, girl, and if you hurry, you might finish and get some beauty sleep before first light." Linda hadn't felt this good about herself for as long as she could remember, and it was with great strides that she hurried to do her duty.

Linda saw multiple unclaimed subs talking to each other in excited whispers as she went to get more water, excited about tomorrow's events. Linda was just as excited, and she tried to smile at them as she passed. They quieted as they saw her and started whispering again as soon as her back was turned. She didn't let that get her down. Mistress Bishop really had put her in a great mood. She just needed to get some water and do her job, and tomorrow she would do anything to show the masters and mistresses what a good slut she was.

The thought sent butterflies fluttering through her stomach, her smile radiant as she walked hunch-backed to get her water. The process was uninterrupted this time, and Linda hurried to the center square, trying to make up for lost time. Arriving, she found the three public fuck dolls in a sorry state. They had their hands and heads locked in pillories placed in a circle in the middle of the town square, bent over at the waist with their asses facing outwards. Dirt and cum were smeared all over their bodies, and they absolutely reeked of sex.

"Yay, Linda is here," one of the public fuck dolls said as she caught sight of her, and they all cheered together at the news, squirming excitedly in their bonds. Linda liked the fuck dolls. They were always nice to her. Then again, they were nice to everyone.

"No one wants to fuck us when we are this dirty," another one said in disappointment. "Will you please clean us, miss? We are so horny, and we need some nice cocks to fuck us before nightfall." They all agreed vehemently, rubbing their legs together as they squirmed, trying to get some sort of stimulation. Linda felt a little guilty for leaving them in this state but swore to herself to make it up to them by working extra hard.

It took multiple trips back and forth between the well to get more water, but Linda finally managed to get the fuck dolls clean, her back aching from the strain. Watching their perfect bodies be revealed from under all that grime made it worth it. There was a placard wall with sex toys hanging off of it, and she spent some time cleaning those too. It had everything from floggers and paddles to butt plugs and enchanted dildos.

Thinking about what Mistress Bishop had said about enjoying herself, she also took the time to fondle all the girls thoroughly and teased their cunts until the fuck dolls were begging to cum. She didn't have time for more, but she laughed at the image of the lucky guy probably on his way home from work which would be getting to those eager sluts first.

Linda's smile slipped slightly as her jealousy flared up, but she quickly stamped out. To be so utterly desirable that people lost their minds over you. She would never reach a similar level as the fuck dolls, not with all the surgery in the world, but perhaps something similar.

Next was the market districts. Many of the stalls and shops had slaves bound outside their establishments. Either to advertise their wares as criers and manikins or to simply attract customers with their naked beauty. This district was a little busier, with people getting their last-minute shopping in for the day. Linda got on with her work, enduring the looks she got from people. They tended to fall into two camps, people who didn't know about her thought she looked strange and were curious about her, and the people who did know her looked at her with disdain and actively sought to avoid her.

Linda kept her mood up as she cleaned the slaves of the day's accumulated grime. She only had to endure one last day after all, and tomorrow she would have to do her utmost to find a master. She couldn't bear to think what she would do if she failed, so Linda kept working diligently, and by the time she was done, the sun had begun to set over the horizon.

She made her way to the stables even though she knew it was late, and as she expected, they were done for the day. They had been busy preparing their prized ponies for the auction and could have used her. She enjoyed watching their tail plugs sway as the naked ponies trotted into the barn, led by their handlers.

Instead, Linda made her way home, got something to eat, and lay down on her bed. She fell asleep like a log. She needed to get up early tomorrow, so she had time to prepare herself, and Linda could use all the sleep she could get.

A series of hard knocks again disturbed Linda, and she opened her eyes to stare blearily at her sunlit room. The sun, her tiered mind slowly processed before her eyes opened wide, and she sat up straight in her bed. Before she had time to do anything else, something impacted her door, blasting it off its hinges and throwing it into her house for it to impact against the opposite wall.

Linda stared at the chaos in astonishment as two soldier-looking types fully decked out in plate mail entered her house. Their polished armor shined as they posted up beside the entrance, with hands resting casually on their sheathed swords as a third person came in.

She was tall, with an hourglass figure, and long perfectly straight, raven black hair hanging down just above her ass. Her blood-red dress fluttered behind her as she strode confidently into Linda's bedroom. The woman had a severe look on her face, but it softened as she saw Linda's newly awakened form sitting disheveled on the bed, deep brown eyes staring at her.

"Overslept, have you?" The woman said in a commanding tone that made Linda immediately want to please her. "At least you haven't tried to escape," she muttered to herself before continuing. "Come along now girl, we have already started, and you are the last one to arrive." One of the guards cleared his throat before the woman could help Linda out of bed.

"Begging your pardon, miss, but should we really take such a malformed creature?" Linda's stomach sank at the words, and she shied away from the woman's scrutinizing gaze.

"I admit that she is not the most attractive girl I've ever seen," she said, and Linda's hopes sank even further. Would she truly miss the auction? "But our orders were clear. Every unclaimed female above the age of eighteen and below thirty were to be gathered outside of town," the woman recited, and Linda's dread mixed with confusion. That wasn't like any auction she had ever heard of before. "It's your ass on the line if the master were to find out," the guard gulped and nodded for the woman to continue. She smirked and took Linda's hand to begin leading her out of the little house. It looked like Linda would get to participate in whatever this was, after all. The clump in her stomach evaporated as relief flooded her.

"Bu-ut IIII-II h-haaaaven't even," she nonetheless protested as she pulled on the hand that gripped hers. Her hair was a mess, and she still had her robe on from yesterday. She thought that she should at least take a bath before the auction or whatever it was started. It was a useless effort, the woman had an iron grip, and despite how Linda struggled, she was simply dragged along. The woman must have been very strong to pull that off.

"No time for you to prepare, girl. The master is not a patient man, and we have already wasted enough time chasing down runaways as it is," The woman spoke over her as she dragged Linda out of her house, flanked by the two guards. She stopped struggling, seeing as it seemed impossible to get out of the woman's hold. Linda would just have to make it or break it as she was now. That made her nerves flare up again as she walked beside the red-dressed woman.

Linda was quickly lead out of town, escorted by the guards and the commanding woman. Girls were standing at attention in a long line by the side of the road along with a crowd of spectators. The girls were all young and beautiful. To Linda's surprise, the line included both submissives in their revealing robes and regular free women in ordinary clothes in the lineup. It looked like everyone below thirty really were to be included, whether they wanted to be sold or not. Linda's eyes met Cathy's intense glare as she looked at all the women, and she shied away from it in fear. The commanding woman holding her hand straightened her and walked Linda to the end of the line.

"Stand still, stay calm, and wait for the master to inspect you, and this will all be over soon." She said with a pitying smile and walked away to a carriage Linda hadn't noticed before. It was a beautiful thing, carved with golden leaves and twisting vines. Harnessed in front of it was a team of six fully outfitted ponygirls.

Linda's eyes widened at the sight. Masters and mistresses generally used male ponies to pull carriages, as they were considered more robust. Using females was a luxury and no doubt intended to send a message, but the sight was nonetheless arousing, and their thick long legs certainly looked strong enough. They had the standard booted hooved feet and tail plug combo but clamped to their nipples, and between their legs were little golden bells that tinkled melodiously as the ponies stomped their feet in eagerness.

The woman who had escorted her opened the carriage door and out stepped a young man. He kissed the woman passionately, and she turned to putty in his hands. The woman who had seemed so commanding before pressed herself against the man, returning his kiss with enthusiasm. She lifted a leg, making her dress fall away, giving a tantalizing view of a naked thigh and revealing that she was not wearing underwear. The man grabbed the leg in their embrace and pulled their hips together, grinding against her. He suddenly broke away from the woman, leaving her breathless, hard nipples clearly visible through her dress as her chest heaved up and down enticingly.

Linda was more and more confused by the moment, is there only one prospective buyer? Her chances of finding a master plummeted as she watched the young man walk up and inspect the first girl in line, taking his sweet time with everyone he examined. Her best hope had been the sheer amount of different buyers and their many varied tastes. This lone man would surely dismiss Linda with so many other good sluts to choose from out here. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as the man slowly made it up the line of women, but she couldn't hear him or see what he did until he got to Cathy.

He stared at her for a moment, and Linda had to admire the other girl's stoicism. She arched her back, making her chest stand out, offering her breasts to him. The man smirked and took the invitation, snaking his hands under Cathy's robes to massage her luscious breasts, and Cathy moaned appropriately. "That's a good slut. What is your name?" He asked as he moved on to squeeze and play with her nipples.

"Cathy, master," she said demurely as she kept her chest out for him to play with if he wanted to. The man laughed.

"You have nice tits, Cathy," he said fondly. "But whether I buy you today or not remains to be seen. You may call me sir if you must."

"I'm sorry, sir, it's just that I have longed for a master for such a long time now." Cathy apologized with a radiant smile, and the man laughed again.

"That's a good attitude for a slut to have, but be careful what you wish for," he warned with an evil smile before he moved on with his inspection. His hands traveled slowly down her body as he muttered to himself. "Nice flat stomach, smooth clear skin, wide hips, and long legs, they could use a little toning, though." Cathy looked stricken at the minor admonishment.

"I'm sorry if my form is not pleasing enough for you, sir," she apologized as she bowed to the man. He seemed taken aback before shaking his head at her.

"Don't worry about it. Training a slave is the best part after all." Cathy stood up from her bow, clear relief on her face. "Your eagerness to please me is endearing, Cathy," He said with another chuckle. "Now, on to my favorite part," the man knelt on the ground before Cathy and lifted her robe. "Hold this, please," he said, and Cathy obediently held up her robe for him so he could inspect her cunt. "Wow, what a pretty pussy you have, Cathy, and it's all wet and leaky too. That's a good slut." He complimented, and Cathy beamed at the praise.

"Thank you, sir, the way you handle me makes me so hot," she moaned out as he started stroking her pussy. Arousal practically shone from Cathy's eyes as she stared down at the man. He only smirked up at her as, with no warning, he shoved two fingers into her slick opening. Cathy squeaked in surprise and shuddered as he pumped his fingers rapidly in and out. Her legs nearly gave out from under her as her body shook from the pleasure. But the man supported her with his other hand.

"So sensitive, my good girl. You nearly came there, didn't you?" He growled out as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her.

"Yes mas-ahh, sir, yes sir. I have never, no one has ever, yes, oh, make me cum please," Cathy got out between gasping breaths, but the man frowned.

"That sounded awfully like a demand," he said menacingly and slowed his pumps down to a crawl. Cathy's eyes widened in alarm, and she grabbed onto his forearm in desperation, letting her robe fall over it. His eye's turned cold, and her hands shot away like they had been burned. She hurried to pick up her robe again, but the damage was already done.

"I'm sorry, sir. I-I-I was only," Cathy began to speak hesitatingly but stopped herself as the man only glared harder.

"Start, begging," he hissed out in that menacing tone of his, and Cathy hurried to comply.

"Please make me cum," Cathy tried.

"You can do better than that," the man said sternly but in a softer tone. Cathy gulped before trying again, and all the while, his hand moved slowly inside her, teasing her.

"Please, sir, don't hold back on my horny little cunt. May I cum so I can show you what a good slut I am?" She begged as her hips squirmed, trying to get his fingers to move inside her. It didn't work, for the man moved his hand with her and held her hips still with the other.

"Better," he said casually. "But I think not. This is only an inspection after all." He removed his fingers from her and chuckled at the petulant look on her face. "A little bratty, are we slut? I can work with that." He stood up and held out his wet fingers to her, parting them, so Cathy's fluids spread between them. "Open your mouth for me, and stick out your tongue like a good girl." She did as ordered, although reluctantly. He stuck one of his fingers inside his mouth and uttered a single word. "Suck," Cathy closed her mouth and sucked his finger clean of her own juices like it was a tiny cock, her eagerness slowly coming back. "Good girl," he praised, and Cathy seemed to be back to her adoring ways, just like that.

"Now tell me of your desires," he held his hand on the side of her neck and looked deeply into her eyes. The words poured out of Cathy like an open faucet, telling him of all the little naughty things she did and dreamed about.

"I suckle on my father's cock before I go to bed every night. It's the only way for me to calm down," Cathy's hands flew to her mouth as if she hadn't meant to say that, but she relaxed when the man only chuckled at her.

"A brat, and a daddy's girl, even better," he said, pleased.

"Thank you, sir. Shall I show you my ass now?" Cathy asked innocently, and the man gave her a pleased smile.

"That would be wonderful, my little cunt. Why don't you turn around and lift the other part of your robe so I can get a good look?" Cathy did as asked quickly, probably eager for him to see what was hidden in her asshole. "That's a nice bubble butt you've got there slut."

"Thank you, sir. I hope it pleases you," Cathy said in anticipation. It seemed to, at first, as he fondled the cheeks of her ass and gave it little smacks to see how it jiggled. But he was anything but pleased as he parted her cheeks to see what was lodged in her anus.