“Nice,” I thought as the house save led me into the room where his afternoon's entertainment was waiting.
As I'd discussed with her new owner at the auction she was bent over the narrow end of a standard office desk, facing away from him with her legs spread wide. Three inch heels and stockings completed her attire. Except for the restraints, of course. Nice and simple: Spreader bar holding her ankles apart just about to the legs of the desk, a short chain linking the middle of it to the desk. Wrists cuffed and stretched toward the far corners. A nice, clean bent spread-eagle with a little bit of play in the stretch, so her breasts weren't mashed down. Lastly was the collar – a standard brushed aluminum radio collar, by the look of it.
I stepped closer, approaching her for the first time since the auction, and shifted her hair, so I could examine the markings on the collar, near the latch. Yup, same brand as mine – rather, the ones my three new slaves were wearing – but the modality symbols were different. Earnestine's only had the lightning bolt that symbolized an electric shock collar.
She'd tensed up as I approached, so I ran my fingertips lightly down the length of her spine. She jerked a little and pulled tight at the first touch but then relaxed as I chuckled.
“Good afternoon, Earnie,” I said, calling her by the nickname that until now – or so I'd been told by my slaves - only her husband had ever called her. Wheaton Heights was at the pretentious end of middle class: She was Earnestine to everyone but the closest female friends, who called her Tina.
“You may greet me,” I told her when she didn't reply, only to get a muffled “ 'ud affnn maffer”
I walked right around and saw the problem: the collar remote was jammed in her mouth.
Pulling it out, I stood back and raised an eyebrow.
“Good Afternoon Mast-eeeEEE!” I chuckled as I released the switch, letting her slump down.
While she gasped, I waved my own slave over and she began caressing Earnie's ass, again causing the bound slave to start.
“Good afternoon, Earnie,” Hillary said in her furry contralto.
Earnie tried to whip her head around but locked in spasm as I triggered the collar again.
“Face me, Ernie,” I said as I crouched down to meet her eyes. “That's right, look at me. I'm here to rape your virgin asshole. Keep looking at me while Hillary gets you ready. That's right – keep looking at me, stay calm. Now, please, Hillary.”
I watched Earnie's face as my slave intensified her caressing of her buttocks, kneading them before stretching them apart and running her finger down the crease. Earnie's eyes widened at the first touch on her rosebud, and then more as Hilary inserted the narrow nozzle of the bottle of lubricant. The chilled lube made her gasp as Hillary squeezed the bottle and then she moaned as my slave inserted first one, and then two fingers up her ass.
“She's ready, Master,” my slave reported.
“Good – come around head and undress me.”
Earnie watch as a nude Hillary removed my t-shirt and jeans, then leaned forward and licked up my already hard cock. She blushed and shuddered as I smiled and told her 'Any time now.”
Hillary's well greased hand caressed my cock, coating it with now warmed lube, as we walked back down to the business end of the table.
Stepping up behind the bound woman, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and placed the head of my cock right on her asshole. A quick prod revealed a slick give, and then she screamed as a hard thrust forced her ass wide open around my crown before she clamped down again, hard.
Good god, she was tight.
We acted in counterpoint – I'd thrust and she'd scream – until I was finally buried to the hilt. I pulled back for a couple of short thrusts and then slapped her on the ass. “How do you like that?”
“It hurts,” she sobbed.
“You should have had this done years ago, what was your husband thinking?” I asked as I pulled out completely.
I cut her reply off with a quick zap of the collar. “It was rhetorical. More Lube.”
Hillary complied quickly, firing another squeeze up Earnie, then running a drizzle down my length and massaging it in.
Stepping up, one long scream accompanied thrust buried me completely. “Much better. God, you're tight, woman.”
I grabbed her hips and set up a rhythm of short strokes followed by long ones as she whimpered and screeched, but it didn't take long. Between her tightness, the screams and the excitement of popping an anal cherry, it was only a few minutes before I filled her rectum with semen.
Pulling out one last time, I gave her a light slap. “I'm going to have to arrange more visits with your owner,” I told her. “I want to see how you improve.”
As Hillary wiped me off with a cloth, there was a click/thump from the table as the ropes holding her wrists released, and so did the chain holding the spreader bar to the table.
“Thank him, slave,” A voice ordered from the doorway. Earnie's owner stood here holding a duplicate collar control, which she triggered when the slave didn't move.
Earnie groaned when the current stopped, and pushed herself backwards off the table until she was kneeling with her ankles still spread by the bar and the mixture of lube and cum starting to run down her thigh. She knee-walked awkwardly over to me and bowed, touching her forehead to the floor. “Thank you master, for raping my asshole. May I show my appreciation by sucking your cock?”
How could I refuse? I nodded and she leaned forward to lick the head, but quickly proceeded to deep throat me in a single pass. Wow!.
“She's got a Fuck&Suck rating of 85 for her oral skills,” her owner told me, although I have to admit that I wasn't paying a huge amount of attention. “She's really quite good.”
Was she ever! It took a little longer than my first orgasm, but I was soon pumping another load down her throat.
Yep, I'd definitely be seeing whether I could come back for another round.