The after dinner cleanup ended with al four of us in the oversized master shower, where I took the opportunity to get my first real ‘feel’ for the three women. They were, perhaps, a little better than my initial impressions had led me to believe – I suppose that first walk to their new home was something of a miserable trudge to a fate that looked worse than it had ended up being. So far, at least.
Tia clearly had the lushest figure of the three of them, but Noreen and Hillary weren’t as solid as I’d originally believed, although there was room for improvement in all of them, I decided after a playfully through examination.
An examination that they returned, of course. With three sets of hands alternately rubbing my chest, grabbing my cock and balls and – Noreen, that witch! – running her fingers up the crack of my ass, I was very quickly rock hard again.
When Tia squatted down in front of me with a murmured ‘Thank you, Master” I figured it as time to move on. I lifted her head by the chin and looked down into her eyes. “Not yet, Tia mia. Come, let’s rinse off.”
I grabbed the main shower hose and quickly rinsed myself down. Stepping back, just our of the shower box, I suddenly flipped the water to cold and tightened up the nozzle, making them yelp as they were hit with a jet of icy water.
“Out,” I ordered, waving them to the stack of towels. Note to self: get more towels. “Quickly, then in a line in front of the bed.”
“Stand straight, shoulders back.” I said as Hillary made as if to go down to her knees.
When they were more or less at attention, I picked out a short riding crop from one of the dresser drawers where they’d stored it after unpacking the boxes.
“Hillary, Question: Do slaves use the same beauty salons as free women?”
“No. There are, call them grooming services, for slaves that offer the same services, and more.”
“Master?” I nodded at Tia. “It depends on the salon. I took Sandra to one as a treat for her birthday, about a month after I, uh, converted her.”
“Very good. Make sure I know which ones. It sounds like a suitable reward for good behaviour. Noreen, hold out your left hand.”
When she did so, palm up, I slapped it with the crop, just hard enough to sting and make her flinch. “Time to amuse myself some more,” I told her hurt look.
“Now, I’m going to have you hair straightened. Pick a colour. Noreen.”
“Blonde.”
“Specify.”
“Um,” I waved the crop at her hesitation. “Golden Blonde, Master.”
“Very good. Tia?”
“Unchanged, Master. What I have now.”
“So be it. Hold out you hand.” She got the same slap that Noreen got.
“Hillary. Red hair. Specify.”
“Copper Auburn, Master” he said, glancing at the bookcase full of DVDs where one particular nine-season series took pride of place. “Can I wear it in a short bob?”
“Perhaps. End of questions for now.” I put the crop away, to at least one stifled sigh of relief. The four point padded cuffs I brought out in its place counteracted that nicely.
I stood in front of them and hefted the cuffs lightly in my hand.
“Hmm,” I mused. “Two volunteers. Step forward. Now.” I couldn’t help myself: I fell automatically into the cadences I’d learned in my youth. Might be an idea to see what I could do with a squad of eight. Still, first things first.
I tossed the cuffs to Noreen, who’d stepped forward quickly with Hillary. “You seem to be the resident bondage mistress,” I told her. “Cuff Hillary in a hog-tie, face down, feet and hands behind her.” Hillary went down to the floor quickly, which surprised me, and put herself into as close a position as she could – which surprised me even more – leaving Noreen to fumble with the cuffs.
I was starting to rise again, but there was still a slave with nothing to do. Can’t have that, can we. “Tia, come over her and suck me while they get their act together. Slowly, just get me ready for the next stage.”
She did, and I let her alone while I watched the other two. Noreen eventually figured the cuffs out and bound Hillary in the hog-tie. It wasn’t a tight tie; there was just enough tension to keep her taut. There was plenty of room in the chain of the cuffs to make it _very_ uncomfortable.
“Get a vibrator from the drawer and insert it,” I told Noreen. “How are you with women, Hillary? Much experience?”
“I prefer men, Master, but some. A few in college, more since the WSA came in. Sometimes Gracious Services would send one around, or one of my husband’s business friends would bring a slave.”
“Good,” I said as Noreen inserted one of the larger vibrators, a big ‘rabbit’ style one. “You can practice on Tia while I amuse myself with Noreen. Grab a couple of pillows and go lie down in front of her, Tia. Let her lick your cunt, but don’t come. If you do, there’s five strikes with the crop for each of you. If she doesn’t, Hillary, that’s ten strokes for you.”
“Make a note, one of you,” I said as I watched Tia try and position herself below Hillary. “We need more pillows, and maybe some of that sex furniture. Foam wedges, that sort of thing. Lay back, Tia. Noreen, put Hillary in place, then get up on the bed.”
It was a bit of a struggle, but she finally managed to get the bound woman in place, and Hillary set to work with a will, ramping Tia up so quickly that she had to reach down and almost snatch the other woman’s head up off of her clit.
“Can’t keep her like that the whole time,” I warned her.
“Hands and knees,” I instructed Noreen as she climbed onto the bed. “Now pop the elbows. All the way down, that’s right. Face into the bed, and leave that delectable ass waving in the air.”
“Are you going to - “
“Yup. Hard and rough, just like I said.” I got up behind her and drizzled some lube across her tailbone and massaged it into her buttocks. “How did you like the plug?”
“I could feel it there, every time I sat down, or took a step. That wasn’t even a big one, was it?”
I ran some lube down the crack of her ass, then made sure my fingers were well coated. “Nope. You should have seen a couple of large ones in the drawer. Imagine how full you would feel with one of those in you ass while we walked around the shopping centre.”
She shuddered – or shivered – at the thought and then gasped as I unceremoniously forced my middle finger past her sphincter. My index finger followed quickly, to another moan as I rotated them to make sure her ring was well lubed.
I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my cock, getting well seated before the gape closed completely. I grabbed her hips and one long, firm, thrust buried my entire length.
Noreen was good about it, really. She managed not to scream or cry out, just a long protracted ‘Ahhhhh’ as I pushed, while she balled the bed covers in her fists.
It was, however, enough to distract the other two, who were watching us as I looked up.
“Has she cum yet?” I asked Hillary, who shook her head. “Well, then, back to work. Two extra strikes to her for each orgasm after the first.”
As they got back to work, I looked down at Noreen, who was recovering her breath. “Where were we? I mused out loud, running my fingertips lightly over what I could reach of her back. “Oh yes.”
I grabbed her hips again and commenced a series of hard, fast, strokes. Her tightness and warmth were just about perfect as I slammed into her, causing her to grunt on every down stroke and ball the bedclothes tighter.
As I got close to my own orgasm, I pulled out to relubricate and give myself a chance to recover.
“How do you like that?” I asked, with a hearty slap on the rump.
“Not much.” Well, no surprise there, really.
“Do you think you could cum like this?”
“No, not like this. Maybe if there were, you know, more than just you banging away at me.”
“More than just me, or more than just banging? Never mind. Not tonight.” She nodded against the bed and I popped her on the ass again. “Time for more.”
More lube on top of my earlier pounding made penetration easy, and I slammed her for a few more strokes before asking for her hands.
“Cross them behind you, so I can grab them,” I explained. She did so and the change in leverage arched her back even further as I thrust.
It also made her cry out as I pulled on her shoulder joints, and then even more as I held her wrists together and lifted them away from her back, like a strappado. I had to stop stroking to do so, but it was worth it.
Letting her arms go, I looked over at the others, just as Tia’s moans reached a crescendo of mixed passion and – frustration? – as she came and Hillary went to work with a vengeance, looking to earn her those extra strokes.
I laughed and slapped a quick tattoo on Noreen’s ass cheeks before grabbing her hips for the last time and pounding away in earnest. Now that I was actively seeking it, my orgasm wasn’t long in coming, and I emptied my load as deep in Noreen’s body as I could reach.
I pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her. “All done,” I whispered, kissing her lightly on the cheek closest to me. “Let’s get cleaned up, so I can try out the crop.”
I helped her off the bed and we leaned on each other as we stumbled to the bathroom. I have to admit that my knees weren’t exactly what you’d call solid. That one was a mind-blower.
A quick rinse and wipe later, I told her to go and set the Jacuzzi up while I dealt with the other two. “Unless you’d like to watch?”
“Do you have any wine?” she asked
“Try the cabinet in the lounge.” Huh? Ah, right. “We’ll be down in a couple of minutes.”
She headed out the door as we walked back into the bedroom and I announced “Time’s up!”
Both of the women on the floor relaxed, and I unlatched Hillary’s cuffs, helping them both to sitting positions. “So,” I asked, “What’s the score?”
“Just one, Master,” Tia reported, with Hillary nodding in agreement. “But it was close.”
“I bet I get you next time,” Hillary told her.
“Next time it’s you on your back and someone else in the cuffs,” I replied. “So, that’s five strokes each. Who’s first?”
“I’ll go,” Hillary offered. “On the ass?”
At my nod, she levered herself to her feet and bent over by one of the bedposts at waist height. – Oh, I love how huge four-posters are in fashion here. Must be all the attachment points.
“Done this before, have you?”
“A few times,” she admitted. “Plus my husband’s favourite slave brothel had a lot of punishment slaves. Do you want this to be a formal punishment drill?”
I shrugged. “If you want.”
She faced back toward the post, and I brought the crop down on her left cheek. Not too hard, but hard enough to leave a lovely looking splotch. I heard the air hiss between her teeth, but that was it.
“Thank you Master”
The second time, I hit the right cheek, and alternated the rest, with her thanking me each time.
It was odd, actually. Sure I’d seen all the movies, read all the stories, even got the immigration briefing, but I’d never believed that a woman would really take a blow and thank her abuser without a _lot_ more threat than I’d offered. And yet here it was. Back home, what I’d already done to Hillary would have gotten me jailed, let alone the way I’d treated Noreen. Oh, I suppose that I might have found a woman who was ‘into that sort of thing’ if I’d looked carefully enough, but even then there would have been limits, and a single word would have brought it to an end.
But not here, I realised as Hillary stood at attention on the spot where I’d had them all lined up earlier.
Here there were no limits. I didn’t even have to keep to the five strokes I’d promised Tia, as she took the same place and pose as Hillary. I could not give her any, or I could whip her till my arm fell off. It was entirely up to me.
She yelled and jumped as I landed the first hit. Oh yeah, much more responsive than Hillary, I thought absently as my main train of thought continued.
The only limits on what I could do were my own, what I was prepared to do to make them accept it. There were going to be minefields to navigate – like this business with Tia’s daughter – and the happiness of my household was going to depend on how I chose to handle them.
The second stroke, on the other side elicited the same response, and I smiled as she stumbled over her response. Three and four went backhand-forehand, sacrificing power for speed, and I wound up to full strength for a final blow that brought out the first shriek of my new life.
I stepped forward quickly to catch her before she fell into the bedpost. She was sobbing and I turned her around into a proper embrace and a quick squeeze as I smoothed her hair. “All done,” I whispered as I signalled Hillary over with a jerk of my head and gathered her in as well.
“Come,” I said after half a minute or so. “Let’s go and see if Noreen’s got that Jacuzzi working yet.
As I followed them out, admiring their patterned backsides, I thought quietly to myself: Yes, all done.
For now.