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Cynthia's Slavery
W. Ian Blanton.
Gwarhr I thought to myself. Not a bad day in all. I had just finished
up sending thank-you's replies to an article I'd finished and was feeling
quite pleased with myself not, in my opinion without at least SOME
justification.
Now, I relaxed in my chair in the Living room listening to my
roommate chatter about the article I had written and making some Cuffs
sometime in the future, even as she labored on making a corset with my next
door neighbor (also an ex-). I was, in retrospect, rather amused. After
all, she had often referred to herself as One of the straightest females
I'd ever gone out with.
But I digress.
I came out of these amusing memories just in time to hear Cynth
talking about the symbolism of a necklace I'd given her, with my roommate
tittering accompaniment.
Well, she said, realizing that she'd caught my attention. You DO
remember what this meant, don't you?
This was a loaded question, in basic fact, I DIDN'T, but what red-
blooded male is actually gonna admit THAT?? I Bluffed:
It meant you were my slave. This seemed like a pretty safe bet on
what I would have said at one time or another.
She giggled, apparently pleased by this. I must have hit it. Not bad
for being awake at a disgusting hour of the evening, eh?
My roommate (being a BIT of the sub herself) asked Did he ever give
you to Raven?, he being her current SO.
No, she said, with a quick glance at me, he never did.
I thought I caught a bit of an odd tone to her voice, but hell, I was
still half-asleep. besides, we've always acted a bit.weird around each
other since we broke up.
So, I wandered into the kitchen for a soda, to get my requisite
caffeine fix. On my way back, I spotted my leather and decided I was in
the mood to start working on a new set of cuffs for MY SO.
I quickly settled down to cutting the straps for the cuffs, about
half-way through, I realized that Cynth was playing with my Social cuffs.
They're basically the thinnest cuffs I could make, mostly for taking slaves
out in public, and they've taken QUITE a bit of abuse since I've made
them.
Anyways, Cynth tried one on her wrist, and quickly slipped her wrist
clean out.
Not very secure. she grinned.
I took the cuff from her, looked at it for a second, grunted, said
Ankle. and tossed her another.
Which she promptly slipped out of.
Smart-ass, I thought, 'Nother ankle. I tossed her another.
Which promptly closed nicely around her wrist and quite refused to
let her go.
Bingo, I thought. And turned back to my new cuffs blanks. In my
peripheral vision, I saw her slipping one of the ankle cuffs around her
ankle.
Not bad. she said.
Some days, my instincts work far faster than my brain does. It ALSO
helps that there are few things on this earth that will turn my dom side
over better than the sight of a shapely ankle with a strap 'round it.
Huhn, shows what you know. I chuckled, not symmetrical. With that, I
grabbed her other wrist and clipped a cuff around it. Next came the other
ankle.
On your knees, slave. I said, pulling her wrists back a bit.
She knelt, reasonably quickly.
Surprises, surprises.
I had figured she'd call this l'il game off at THAT move. I dug back
a bit, and got the locks for the cuffs, and locked them, making SURE she
heard the Snik of each one as it progressively took a bit more of her
freedom away.
Head down. Her head dropped. Good. Hmm, still something missing. Ahh,
I know. Stay where you are, slave.
OK, she said.
Strike one. WHAT did you say, little slave?? That tone's been known
to stop fights, I DO love using it.
I saw her swallow. Huhn, she may never have played this, but she
learns fast.
I meant,
Yes, Master.' her voice breaking just a tad.
Very good, I'm feeling lenient, and you've only earned 10 lashes for
that slip. I would _advise_ you not to repeat it. Understood?
Yes, Master.
Good. and I headed out of the room. On the way out, my roommate
looked at me, one eyebrow raised. I shrugged in the universal Damned if I
know what's going on. expression, since I didn't.
In a moment I returned, placed my hand in my slave's hair and pulled
her forward, bared her neck, removed the necklace and other assorted
jewelry, and placed the collar around her throat, clicking the lock shut
just under her ear, the black leather caressing her throat. As the lock
closed, she stiffened a bit. I noticed she was shaking. Hardly surprising.
I'd probably be shaking in her position.
Having mentioned it, I noticed that I *was* shaking. Oh well, one
must muddle through. I looked her over.
Position 1! I snapped.
I saw her looking a bit confused, she KNEW she'd seen these positions
run through by either my roommate or by my mentioning them.
Now, slave.
M-Master?
Yeeeeees? I drawled.
I do not know which position that is.
I opened my mouth for an admonishment.
I do not know which position that is, MASTER. She said quickly.
Hell, she IS doing well. This is the woman who looked down on my last
SO, because she was a submissive? How times do change.
I'm expected to deal with an untrained Slave? I said to the ceiling.
Hell, I'm tempted to add 10 lashes just on General Principle.
I saw her jump as I said that. That made it worth it.
However as I said, I'm in a rather forbearing mood tonight, therefore
I'm willing to let it pass. I suspect you'll be earning plenty of lashes
on your own.
What to do? What to do? Now, don't let this fool you, I'm not USUALLY
struck with indecision in regards to having a slave at my feet. HOWEVER I
had NO idea how far it was reasonable to go in this situation. Interesting
problems. Well, first things first.
All right now slave, first order of business is to give you a safe-
word.
I tilted her head up so she was looking directly into my eyes.
You understand what the use of it is, correct?
She nodded. Not quite good enough.
Answer me! Accompanied by a light swat on her bottom.
Yes, Master. She replied, jumping a tad.
Good. I said, dropping her chin, allowing it to drop back down. The
word will be 'Wendigo', understood?
Yes Master.
I looked up to see Thera, my roommate looking at me with a bemused.
So what NOW, smart-boy? expression on her face.
I shrugged and wandered over and got a couple of clips from a
tabletop.
For starters, Slave. Position one. Up on your knees. Move your knees
apart.
I sighed then used a booted toe to shove her knees farther apart.
Hands on HIPS! I snapped, putting her hands flat against her hips.
You will be expected to remember this position, and any subsequent
positions I teach you. Failure to assume them QUICKLY on command will
result in punishment. Understood?
Y-Yes Master.
Punishments will vary. Primarily by my whim, but depending upon the
severity of your disobedience. Understood?
Yes Master.
Good I said. I noticed then that she was seemed to be wobbling a bit.
Having problems with balance? I asked, sweetly. That means you're
doing it right. I said, not waiting for her answer. Here, I think this
will help you.
I took her wrists and clipped the cuffs together behind her back,
pulling her breasts a bit more prominently against her shirt. Much nicer
picture.
There. Now I think-
I heard a knock on the door behind me, followed by a Hey-ho! as
Raven, Cynth's current SO walked in the door. Whoops.
Hi Raven! I said, moving to the side, so he could see Cynth.
The expression on his face WAS worth it, I'll admit.
Well, He said, brightly. I can see you've been keeping her busy!
Covering nicely, I thought.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Cynth, relaxing, blushing
furiously, but smiling slightly.
WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD MOVE?!? I snapped at her out of pure reflex
habit.
She leapt back to position.
I turned back to Raven, who was waiting with what looked like a I
can't WAIT to hear this one. grin on his face. While Raven and Cynth had
never done this with each other, Raven wasn't particularly Vanilla.
So, he said with a smirk. What have you been up to lately?
Ahh, therein lies the tale. I replied, and pulled him into the
kitchen and explained what was happening.
So, any problems? I asked.
Not a one. He replied. Though I DO think I just messed with her
Reality a bit.
Oh, that's fine, in fact That makes it a Tad more fun. I chuckled.
How far are you willing to let this go?
Raven grinned mischievously, I'll let you know when it's too much.
Are you-
I already gave her a safe-word. Anticipating the question.
Willing to make us a set of cuffs, if she enjoys this? I figured
you'd have given her a safeword.
Good anticipation, wrong question.
No problem.
OK, we'll work out a price later.
No problem, then I'll figure out what I'll be charging for HER. I
said with an Evil grin as I walked back into the living room.
Cynth didn't look as though she had moved. Good thing for her.
I looked her over. A Slender figure clad in Levis' and a T-Shirt,
with Black leather cuffs on her wrists, ankles and a collar about her
neck.
The clothes HAD to go.
She looked like she was having a LOT of trouble staying in position.
Hardly surprising, that position does take a bit of endurance to hold for
any period of time.
You may relax, Slave.
Thank you Master.
Now, strip.
Master!?!
You heard me. Do I have to repeat myself?
N-no Master I had half-expected to hear a safeword at that moment.
We do need something appropriate for the slave to wear. I pondered,
as she started to struggle to her feet.
I have a slave tunic she can wear. volunteered Thera.
Really? well, how about you take her and get her dressed
appropriately?
OK. Thera said, bounced up, and dragged Cynth down the hall into her
bedroom.
I busied myself getting my cat from my room and some light chains.
A few minutes later my new slave came out being led by Thera.
I looked her up and down. Very nice.
It was a red draping of silk that came, at it's longest point, barely
to her knees, and slanted sharply up revealing her legs, and was
completely open down one side, showing that she definitely had nothing on
underneath. Her breasts were shown off nicely by the opening down the side
and the open neckline. It was obviously made to be yanked off, and I was
rather tempted to do just that.
Ah well, business before pleasure.
Well, Well, Well. What a pretty little slave we have here. I said,
walking slowly about her. Only one problem-she doesn't seem to know how to
stand correctly.
Hmm, says Raven I'll be back in _just_ a moment, if you'll excuse me.
He zipped out the door.
I didn't think I wanted to know.
I look back to Cynth. Position two!
She looks puzzled.
I walk over to her positioning her with her feet a bit apart, wrists
crossed behind the back of her head. While I'm doing so, I run the leather
of the cat up the inside of her thigh. She shudders. While I'm this close
I note that she's nicely flushed. I can't resist, I grab her wrists with
one hand and press her lips to mine. She struggles a tad then gives in.
(The last time we'd kissed was over a Cloved Lemon I gave her just to be
nasty.)
While I ran my tongue along her lips, I remembered something I had
always liked about her: Her lips. Full with _just_ the right amount of
softness.
I continued running the whip along her thigh, since it seemed like
she enjoyed it. I certainly enjoyed the reactions.
Back! says Raven, coming in towards the end. I looked and saw what
he'd gone to get. A Camera.
Since I felt I needed to train Cynth, We used the opportunity to run
her through some of the basic postures, with Raven snapping accompaniment
with the camera. We then proceeded to come up with some other poses, using
the chain.
Use your imagination.
Position one! I snapped at Cynth.
After she's in position, Thera hazards She's REALLY is going to have
to learn to do that more gracefully.
Hmm, you're right, of course. But what do you expect of a raw girl? I
said with just a bit of a sneer.
Cynth inflates a little at that one, but she's smart enough not to
say anything.
Well, little slave. I say, advancing to her, running a hand down the
back of her neck, down her shoulders, towards her breasts. Are you
enjoying yourself?
Yes, Master. She says, drawing her head up a little.
I firmly bow her head back down.
Not quite as haughty as as I seem to remember another being. says
Raven, with a grin on his face.
No, Master. says Cynth.
No, don't call me 'Master'. 'My Lord' will do. replies Raven.
Yes, My Lord.
I chuckle to myself, now she's gonna have to remember which of us to
call what.
My hand continues between her breasts as Raven keeps talking.
I seem to remember a certain 'Cynth', who was rather disdainful of a
woman who would be submissive. I wonder what happened to her?
My hand slides down across her stomach, touching lightly through the
silk, caressing her skin.
I-I do not know, Mas-My Lord, maybe she's learned better.
Hmm, I could tell they'd both read their Gor books. I chuckled, and
tweaked one of Cynth's nipples.
Ah-I think she is definitely learning better, My Lord.
A nasty idea popped into my head.
Good. grinned Raven.
He was definitely starting to have fun with this.
My hand moved between her parted thighs, moving the silk lightly
aside, and began playing with lips, running my finger along one side, then
the next.
Hmm, I think that I have an idea.
Yes, Master?
I think that it is time for you to receive your first lashing, since
you have, after all racked up.? I left off with a hard, inquiring look at
Cynth.
Mmm-34 lashes, master?
Nice try.no banana.
Wrong. The count was forty.
She slumped slightly.
Now forty-five for forgetting.
She straightened up quickly.
Bide, while I take care of something, however.
Raven moved towards her, as I walked out of the room.
A few minutes later I came back and she seemed to be enjoying
herself.
Come along slave. I said, snapping a leash onto the wrist cuffs and
leading her back into my room.
Now, I've rarely had the luxury of outfitting my room as I really saw
fit. Most times, I've been living with someone, or broke, or with
restrictive room/housemates.
When I moved in here, well, I STILL haven't gotten everything perfect
but, as Daffy Duck says: It's MINE! ALL Mine!
My Lady has made the observation that my rooms resembles a cave,
something to do with the fact that I HATE bright light, and planned my
room accordingly, what with the heavy covers on the windows.
I've nothing 'gainst candles, however and my king-size futon (I like
having a bed I can stretch out on. Being 6' 5 has it's problems.) has
several Candle holders, and oil lamps about it.
Otherwise, computers, books, swords, and posters mingle easily in the
shadows.
Cynth was led into my room, her wrists leashed in front of her.
Position one, on the Futon, slave.
She knelt.
Knees _Wider_!
Head down.
Just as her head went down, the cat, that I was still carrying
whooshed by her. She jumped a tad, but stayed where I'd told her. She's
learning, she's learning.
Hmm, slave, I think you need to continue your education before your
lashing begins.
I looked at Raven.
For starters, you will strip Raven.
Yes Master.
As she began to rise, I grabbed her wrists, unclipped them, then re-
clipped them behind her back.
Like THIS. I grinned.
Good, NOW she looked nervous. I love this job. *Chuckle*
She slowly moved towards Raven, who was now grinning at about 200
candlepower. I looked him over. The T-shirt was probably going to be the
tricky part.
She struggled with the T-shirt for a bit, and eventually Raven
relented and moved so as to make it easier for her.
Then she moved down to the pants, which were going to be pretty easy,
IMHO. (As if I had never done this M'self.)
As she started trying to disengage the button on his Levi's, I
started casually sweeping the cat from side to side, just so she could
hear it.
She finally disengaged the button, then moved down to the.zipper?
Hmmph, TOO easy. Let's make this a little more challenging. I snapped the
cat right past her, letting one of the strands strike her ass cheek. Just
to let her know it was there, y'unnerstand.
Her teeth locked on the zipper she opened the front of Raven's
Levi's, moving her lips down the erection he was quite obviously getting.
She struggled a bit as she knelt in front of him, moving the pants
down his legs, her hair falling over her face.
Throughout this, I kept the cat in motion, sometimes whipping past
her back, sometimes coming close enough that she could feel the air of
it's passing.
Finally, she had the pants off. She straightened, still kneeling in
front of Raven.
I think it would have taken a sander to get the grin off of his face
at this point.
I think you know something else you can do now, slave. Hmm? He said.
Yes, My Lord.
She slowly started to take him into her mouth, running her mouth
along the length of him. His hand went into her hair, rubbing as she
licked and teased at him.
Then I heard the door.
Raven looked at me. Those Jehovah's Witnesses show up at the
DAMNEDEST times, don't they?
I chuckled. Don't worry, I was expecting this interruption, although
not this quickly. She must have chartered a jet or something.
'She'?? said Raven. Again with the I can't wait to hear this.
expression.
Wait and see. See if you can amuse yourselves while I'm gone.
I'll rack my brain.
I strode out of the room, chuckling, into the living room and opened
the door.
Hello, Master.
The girl waiting for me was the last person I'd had as a slave. We'd
slowly been bringing things down since we broke up, but we still enjoyed
seeing each other from time to time, after all, my Lady wasn't moving into
the state for a few months yet.
Star is quite attractive, a short and sweet package that's generally
described as voluptuous, with a tendency to dress,um.
Provocatively'. This time was no exception. Mid-thigh skirt, low cut,
black 4.5 heels.
Took your own sweet time getting here didn't you? I snapped, holding
back a grin.
I caught sight of her grin as she lowered her head.
I'm sorry, Master, I was as quick as I could be.
Hmm, Well, I'm inclined to be lenient, since you have a few lashes
waiting for you anyhow, correct?
Yes, Master.
As she walked into the living room, I planted my hand firmly in her
hair, forcing her down to her knees. Out of habit, she assumed position.
May I ask you why you called, Master?
I yanked the shoulder straps of the dress down to her waist, baring
her chest.
No. I replied lightly.
I began to fondle her breasts, Star is one of the most sensual women
I've ever met in my life. She began to shudder as my fingers wove circles
about her nipples and occasionally tweaked one this or that way. Then I
ran my fingers slowly down her sides, peeling the dress down her hips. She
shook very slightly as I did this, looking at me with her violet eyes.
I grinned evilly and slowly ran a finger up the inside of her thigh,
stopping just short of her mound. She was shaking enough now, that I
realized that she must have been working herself up mentally all the way
over.
I lifted one knee and freed the dress, then the other. Tossing the
dress into a corner of the room, I announced But oh, my lovely little
slave. Have you got a few surprises waiting for YOU!
With that, I pulled her to her feet, tottering on the heels. My hand
was locked around both her elbows behind her back. I led her to a corner
of the room.
Bend with your head to the corner and spread your legs as far as you
can, hands behind back.
She did so.
I reached over to a nearby shelf and grabbed her wrist cuffs. (I have
a tendency to make custom cuffs for anyone that I top.) I locked them
around her wrists, finally locked them together at the small of her back.
I then took her collar and put it around her neck, pausing just long enough
so that the 'clik' of the lock was heard. She shuddered as she heard the
lock snap shut.
As the lock closed, I shoved two fingers fully into her. She gasped,
and tried to move, but was prevented by the angle she was at and my hand,
which was now curled in her collar. I moved my fingers in and out of her
for a time, slowly, then pulling on the collar a bit, forcing them farther
into her, forcefully. My hand moved deeply in her, while my other hand let
go of her collar and moved along down her chest. (long arms HAVE
advantages!) I teased her nipples as I continued pumping my fingers in her.
After a short while of this, she began to shake in orgasm. One point for
the home team.
After she had recovered:
Now that you're warmed up little one, come along.
As we entered the room, Raven and Cynth were involved in body-to-body
cuddling. How cute.
Have fun?
Oh, certainly. But, ah, what was this.aaaahhhhhhh. Raven broke off as
Star entered the room. I think I understand now.
I grinned at him. Well, I thought that since our new slave was going
to be receiving her first whipping today, she might first get an 'example'
of what it's like, and since another slave had a 'few' lashes coming
anyways.
I trailed off and looked at Star, who responded by radiating the
lovely flush she'd been wearing for the past minute or so.
Well, I said How about a quick twenty, to show our new little slave
what it's like, then her turn?
Sounds good to me.
So saying, I grabbed Star and, unclipping her wrists from behind her
hooked the D rings to the hook mounted 7' up in the walls, putting her on
tiptoe. I then bent down to unbuckle the high heels from around her
ankles. While I love them, in a whipping they needed to go. While doing
this, I ran my free hand up and down her thigh. As soon as her pretty
ankles were free of the heels, they were locked into ankle cuffs. I then
unhooked one wrist and attached it to the short chain also attached to the
hook. This allowed her to lower that wrist. I then took the other wrist and
snapped it to the matching chain on the hook on the opposite wall. This
left her slightly on the balls of her feet.
I kicked her ankles apart, then ran a hand, enclosing her ankle, all
the way up her thigh, teasing one finger along her lips.
Then I got the cat.
She meowed a couple of times and then I tossed her out of the room,
closing the door.
Then I got the whip.
Walking over to Cynth, I pulled her up and seated her in a position
so that she could clearly see what was happening, but wasn't in my way.
Now, Star, how many lashes have you earned, but yet to be punished
for?
20, Master.
Very good.
As I said 'good' the whip was on it's way. It landed with a nice
snap.
Star jumped heavily in her bonds, she honestly hadn't been expecting
that one. Foolish girl. *Chuckle*
After a pause, lash two landed, with her counting accompaniment. I
tried to keep the lashing even, with an occasional random one. Contrawise,
I struck along her back, thighs, wrapping the strands about her inner
thigh, inches below her mound. Finally the last lash was counted and she
stood, sweating slightly in the chains.
Very Good. I said, as I walked about to her front. I then, my hand
against the back of her head, kissed her as hard as I knew how, in the
meantime, running a hand inside her, playing with her clit. The arousal of
the whipping combined with the fingers playing with her body did wonders
for her reactions. I continued to ravage her relentlessly, until she'd
given me another orgasm.
I held her nude, shuddering form against my body for a bit, then
unclipped her wrists, supporting her body as she half-collapsed from the
support of the chains she'd been holding.
I led her to the bed and laid her down.
Looking over at Cynth, she seemed to have.appreciated the show, her
breathing was definitely faster.
Well, it'll be faster yet, if we have anything to say about it, I
thought.
I walked over. Ready? I snapped at her.
Umm, yes, Master. She had seen the red weals along star's pretty
hide, but the safeword was the only way out, and she didn't use it.
I clipped her in much the same manner as Star had been. As I did
this, I could see her mulling in her mind the fact that she had OVER twice
the number of lashes lined up that I had just given Star. Don't worry
little one, when Star received her first whipping, she had earned over
seventy lashes, in just 24 hours. I looked at Star.
She turned on the blush again.
Now having securely locked up Cynth, I began outlining my rules for a
whipping. Pretty basic, if she messed up the count, she had to start again,
and any touch of the whip, no matter how light, counted.
I began with a few basic lashes, on the buttocks, to get her an idea
of what it was like, then proceeded to give her more, every so often not
landing a blow to test her, or running the leather of the whip up the
inside of her thigh to play and run against her lips. I threw a couple of
really hard ones in there to show her a hard strike. After I reached 10, I
offered Raven a turn. He had never done it before, but what better way to
learn?
Earn WHILE you learn, I always say.
He did pretty good. He was nervous about it, but he learned quickly.
At thirty-five I stopped him. I had an idea.
Star, get up.
She rose from where she had been kneeling.
I pressed the whip into her hand. Deliver the last five blows.
I heard the whip drop.
No, Master.
*Red Alert*
WHAT did you just say? I said, slowly turning about again.
N-N-No, Master. She said, bowing her head.
Well. Something new happens every day. This is the woman who, nude
and chained in the car had started to get out on Newbury Street when I
told her to.
You won't do this?
No, Master. I'm Sorry.
Oh, think nothing of it, Star. I said with my frostiest smile.
I quickly released Cynth from the chains, grabbed Star's wrists and
placed her back within their embrace.
You'll be sorry in a nonce.
Master. She started.
Quiet! I snapped.
I then pressed the whip into Cynth's hands. Twenty lashes. I said.
You are to deliver the first ten, Raven the second, understood?
Yes, Master. She said nervously.
I looked at Raven, his eyebrows were raised.
I think twenty is LIGHT considering, don't you? I grinned to Raven
He chuckled back at me.
Actually, I was surprised you didn't make it more. He replied.
I seated myself across from him, looked at him to make a reply.
*SMACK!!*
Both Raven and I reacted with tact to Cynth's overzealous first whip
blow.
Ooooooooooo! we both said swiveling to look at Cynth, who was now
looking VERY embarrassed.
I walked over to Star. Are you OK? After regaining her breath, she
nodded, chuckled slightly.
Continue. I said to Cynth. The remaining strokes were very cautious.
This woman will definitely be a top, someday.
After Raven took over and finished, I released Star from the chains
and, clipping her wrist to Cynth's, led them both to the Futon.
Raven and I then set to caressing both of them, alternating between
them. Then, we slowly began to concentrate on Cynth.
Caress her. I ordered Star.
How? she asked. She's always had fantasies, but this was her first
time, real-life.
Anyway you wish, PLEASE her. Thank her for the whipping with your
hands.
Star began running her hands up and down Cynth's body, slowly at
first, but eventually starting to take signs from Cynth's reactions and
caressing more here and there.
I took one hand from it's attentions on Cynth, and began running my
hand along Star's thigh.
We continued along with Cynth quite enveloped in teasing hands and
lips.
After a short time, I excused myself, a nasty idea percolating. I got
from the closet my blindfold then made a quick foray into the kitchen.
When I re-entered the room. I looked. Things seem quite contented.
Mu-hahahahah.
Star, hold down Cynth's Left arm.
Yes Master.
Raven, if you would hold down her right, please?
No prob.
I approached the bed and put the blindfold on Cynth. After making
sure she couldn't see out, I got the item from the kitchen.
Oooh. said Raven. Nasty.
I grinned at him.
What. began Cynth, quickly remembering herself.
I placed my hand a few feet over her body, squeezed.
Maybe some sixth sense was warning her, I'm not sure, but the effect
when the fridge-temperature Chocolate syrup hit her first nipple, the
reaction was all I could have asked for. Then I hit the other nipple.
Cold? I inquired.
Ahh-hah she wittily replied.
Raven, Star, would you take care of this little slaves nipples? They
seem to be a tad cold.
Star hesitated only a moment, then bent to wrapping her lips about
Cynth's nipples with enthusiasm. Raven, of course hesitated not a beat.
My, my, she DOES seem reactive to cold and warmth. I observed as
Cynth began to react to their ministrations.
I wandered over and set the syrup down. As I wandered back.Evil still
in my mind.
Bide a moment, if you please. Raven and Star backed off just in time
for the cold chains to land on Cynth's stomach. You've all heard piercing
screams before, I don't think I need to describe.
But it DOES warm the soul.
After a moment or two, I removed the chains, Raven looked like he was
about to go into hysterics, Star, on the other hand, had a look on her
face that said: Thank God this isn't me. On the other hand.
I then took off the blindfold, Cynth was still gasping a bit, so
Raven started back in on her nipple, with Star following suit. I began to
caress up and down Cynth's stomach, thighs, calves, and then back up.
I ordered Cynth to caress Star, which she started doing, tentatively
at first, but picking up enthusiasm. Star helped, since reaction has never
been her weak suit.
More rubbing along Cynth's body for a time, caressing along her
sides, licking her nipples, a kiss or two for good luck.
Star, take Cynth's nipple. Cynth, Star's.
Yes, Master.
Y-Yes, Master.
It was a minor juggle but they managed it. Raven positioned himself
behind Star and began running his fingers along her thighs, while I played
with Cynth.
I ran my fingers in and out of Cynth, dedicating a good portion of
time to her clit, but not ignoring the rest of her. (The parts that I
could reach, anyhow.)
I glanced over at Star, Raven was handling her admirably, if she
started to shake any harder, Cynth was going to have more to worry about
more than whip marks.
*Chuckle*
I could feel Cynth slowly starting to build up, saw her working more
furiously at Star's pendant breasts. I continued my ministrations. Damn but
my hand is starting to hurt. So I began licking at her, running my tongue
along her lips, inside of her, then slowly teasing it down the length of
her, feeling her body moving more and more strongly.
I heard the gasp as Star began coming strongly, so I heightened my
efforts.
I felt, more than saw, Star beginning to weaken, as Raven began to
slow the pumping of his hand inside of her lips, Cynth was still going
strong, until with a small shudder, she began to come. I ran a hand along
the one available nipple, as she shook with her hips against me. Finally,
Star and Cynth both settled down, a bit of cuddling and conversation
following.
Here my narrative breaks down a tad, as there was much general out-of
play conversation, as happens with friends.
After a bit, everyone wandered home, some, like Star, with a
passionate kiss. Others, like Raven and Cynth, now newly a slave, and happy
with it, talking about what they could do amongst themselves.
I simply relaxed, quite happy.
As I entered my bedroom to throw the toys back in their places, the
phone rings.
Amazing, I think to myself, it didn't ring while we were busy.
Hello?
Hello, lover-boy. Comes the voice of my SO.
Hi!
So, anything interesting going on?
Oh Boy.
***** THE END *****
Epilogue:
The Author is Currently serving a sentence of 3 years to celibacy in
the Massachusetts home for the criminally Kinky.
Cynth Went on to become a Manager of East coast Au Bon Pain stores,
after adding a critically acclaimed venue change. Look for Au Bon Pain
sandwich and flogging shoppes in your neighborhood.
Raven Was last seen driving a '67 Jaguar roadster down I-95 with 3
MTV Dancers and a bumpersticker that read: Love, Unlike Murder, needs
accomplices at 180 mph. Three State Patrol cars were in hot pursuit.
Star eventually became a Nun at a Catholic School. Attendance
quadrupled in 2 years. All male.
No one's really sure what happened to Thera.
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Cynthia's Slavery
W. Ian Blanton.
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