HOW WE SERVE MASTER

Master’s heart is pure gold.

I believe this even as my shaking hands hold apart my shaking knees so Master can use his riding crop to teach me and my stupid pussy a lesson.

Look at what he recently did for Gretchen.

Gretchen has a weakness.

Tall redheads.

Especially ones with a bit of a cruel streak.

One day, Master brought home such a creature. For Gretchen to play with.

It wasn’t any kind of special day. Not her birthday. Or anniversary of something in her life.

Master just wanted to show how much he loves and appreciates his sex slaves.

So … a gift for Gretchen.

Tami was her name.

When Gretchen was over the redhead’s knees, she learned to call her “Miss Tami.”

They fucked.

Christ almighty, did they ever fuck.

They knew what they were doing. Tami was a lesbian. Before she became Master’s property, Gretchen was a lesbian.

The hottest 69 I’ve ever witnessed.

That’s right.

Master let me watch all if it the whole day.

He even allowed me to masturbate while I watched.

Heart of pure gold.

Of course, the dozen or so times that day I asked for permission to cum, he said “no.”

Ahh, sounds cruel. But, no, There was a reason.

Watching all that incredible girl on girl fucking while repeatedly edging myself with the relief of a cum had me dizzy with lust.

After Gretchen and Tami fell into exhausted and satiated slumber (wrapped in each other’s arms, naturally), Master took me to his bedroom.

Where I got my gift.

An anal-induced pussy cum.

Master rarely ass fucks me or Gretchen. He that’s large. Generally, he does it only for punishment.

But he took me in the ass that night.

Because he knew a fact about sex few really understand.

There is no cum like a pussy cum brought on by an ass fucking.

It feels exactly like that old song says:

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

It’s hard to achieve. But Master primed me by having me watch all that lesbian sex. By encouraging me to frig my clit to those edges. And by repeatedly denying me.

All that, plus his tremendous cock and his great skill with it.

How good was that cum?

It was the top, it was the Coliseum, it was the Louver Museum, a melody from a symphony by Strauss, a Bendel bonnet and a Shakespeare’s sonnet.

And as I lay there near midnight, totally spent and incredibly satisfied, a thought went through my mind.

I sat bolt upright.

Master looked at me. “So … you got it,” he said. “I wondered if you would. Or when.”

Not Gretchen’s birthday. Not an anniversary of hers.

But 25 years ago on this day I became a jurist doctor when I graduated from Princeton law school.

Tami wasn’t a gift for Gretchen.

She was merely part of the gift Master had for me.

An anomalous anal orgasm.

Or put more simply, the kind of cum the gods have on Mount Olympus.

All most all our punishments are directly related to our failures as sex slaves.

Poor service.

Improper attire.

Willfulness.

Tardiness.

Verbal miscues.

Direct disobedience.

Indirect disobedience.

Lack of moisture control.

Mistimed eyeballing.

And many others.

Including the big one …

Unauthorized cums.

Master properly corrects Gretchen and I when we make these errors or others.

Because he is not only Old Money wealthy but also Old School inclined, Master uses traditional methods of correction:

Over the knee.

Whips.

Riding crop.

Cane.

Clamps.

Acute bondage.

Face slapping.

Throat fucking.

We are his property. It is his right.

But Gretchen dropping that expensive bottle of wine at the party?

That had nothing to do with insubordination or carnal possession. Her hands were slippery from putting the tiramisu on plates.

I don’t think that deserved a correction.

But he whipped her ass for it.

I should have called him on that.

And I would have, except I’m not stupid.

That’s another of those punishable failures.

This is how we start most days.

Gretchen will perform oral worship on Master’s cock.

And as soon as I get these panties off, I’m going to crawl over there and worship his asshole with my tongue.

Tomorrow, Gretchen and I will change places. I’ll suck Master’s cock while she eats out his asshole.

What a lovely couple of sex slaves she and I are!

I thought Master could ever really do anything that would shock me at this point.

He did. Last night when he brought a girl home to fuck, which he does often.

This girl was unusual for him. Very plain looking and overweight.

She seemed dazzled by his attention and by his very beautiful, expensive condo.

I talked to her a while and she was so giddy. A dream come true for her.

Why did Master bring her home?

The best I could figure is that he wanted a different kind of girl for a change.

A girl who was plain and awkward.

Inexperienced.

A girl both desperate and innocent that he could cause pain to her soul as much as her body.

Socially inept.

A girl whose sense of danger was terribly skewed by his charm, looks and wealth.

Way out of her depth.

A girl who would remain sadly grateful for his attention as he whipped her ass with his belt and fucked her ass with his cruely large cock.

She cried and sobbed but she never objected.

I pitied her. That was as rare for me as she was for him.

“I’m close. Too close.”

“Good.”

“No. Pull me back.”

“Hmmm.”

“Don’t fuck around, Gretchen. I’m too close.”

“Your pussy is delicious.”

“Please, Gretchen.”

“I just love wrapping my tongue around your clit.”

“Pull me back, Gretchen! Pull me back!”

“I’ll gently spank it. That always drives you crazy.”

“Dear God!”

“I’m sorry, Annika. But I want my tongue deep in your pussy when you cum.”

“He said no cum! He said no cum!”

“I want my tongue to feel your whole body shivering all the way down to and through your pussy.”

“NO! C-C-CAN’T CUM!”

“Oh, you can. You’re just not supposed to.”

“Please take me back. I’m too fucking close. Please, Gretchen. Please.”

“Wouldn’t you rather cum hard and later have Master cane your pussy rather than not cum at all?”

[a long loud moan]

“Oh, yes. Now scream. Scream for me, Annika.”

[series of screams]

“Uh oh. I’m going to have to report you to Master. [laughter] Sorry.”

Game time again! Finally.

Gretchen and I both love the beauty and brutality of NFL games, and Master was sweet enough to get us season tickets last year.

We enjoyed the experience so much, he did it again this year.

Of course, we can’t watch the games with him. His family has a luxury box at the stadium. It wouldn’t do to have your mother sharing light beer and nachos with your two sex slaves.

And to show you how very sweet Master can be, this season he letting us wear ben wa beads to the games. Last year it was butt plugs.

Gretchen is in trouble.

Serious trouble.

“Master, I am sorry. I am so sorry, Master.”

“Take those tits out of the cups.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Those tits belong to me.”

“Yes, Master. They’re your property, Master.”

“You want to explain why you did it?”

“Master, there is no excuse, Master.”

Smart move by Gretchen. Excuses only bring more punishment.

Gretchen reaches behind her back. Master snaps …

“No! You leave that fucking bra on until told otherwise.“

He gives her a long, hard stare.

His voice is icy.

“They’ll be tied and beaten. Then you’ll put the bra back on and wear it until you shower tomorrow morning. Then wear it all day and all night tomorrow.”

Gretchen shakes visibly.

“And the next day,“ he says.“And the day after that and the day after that and every day until I tell you otherwise, you fucking disobedient whore slut bitch.”

Gretchen had Master’s permission to have lunch with one of her aunts.

“Now take it off,” Master says. “Await me in the discipline room.”

What she didn’t have was permission to wear a bra.

Our default attire, whether we’re at home or out in public, is no bra.

The only exception is when one of us goes to our part-time job.

I suppose she was hoping to get home and take it off before Master got home.

But she didn’t. I can’t figure out why she would even take the chance. I guess she didn’t want her aunt to see her boobs swaying around under her dress.

Whatever reason she had for wearing it, she was going to pay.

Pay in the discipline room.

Wearing a bra is a pain in the ass and Master just ordered her to wear one a lot in the coming days.

But that punishment won’t seem like much compared to what Master is going to do to those big boobies with his leather strop.

After, of course, he ties those titties up.

Walking down the hallway to the bedroom.

Gretchen is a dozen or so feet ahead of me.

And like me, she is wearing nothing but black stilettos.

My God, what a view!

What a deliciously fuckable woman she is.

And how fortunate I am to have fucked her. Many times.

She is property of Master, and yet he’s been generous enough to let me eat that pussy, lick that ass, kiss those lips, nibble on those nipples and suck those titties.

My God, look at that ass, though.

One thing I haven’t done with Gretchen is fuck that rear.

How I would love to buckle up a strap-on and ride her asshole with it.

Fuck her rough, so she whimpers and sobs.

Then fuck her smooth, so she sighs, cusses and screams with delight.

Give her a pussy cum,

The great white whale of anal sex. Giving a woman a pussy cum by fucking her asshole.

Oh well, a girl can dream.