This is a new short story for My book.... I did a podcast of this first part as well but I'm having trouble with getting it loaded on the website.... keep trying... and send your comments...
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Her face slammed into the table hard, just a few moments behind her breasts and belly. Fingers wrapped tightly into her hair with an iron grip prevented her from rising from the table. The string of obscenities pouring from her mouth in outrage were answered with a low laugh from his lips.
“Let Me up you fucking bastard!”
She didn’t struggle, there was no point. She was a Dominant matching his skills and knew all too well what was coming. The events of the past two weeks were flipping like a slide show through her thoughts. His voice cut through the haze of outrage and she forced herself to calm so her mind would be clear enough to see a way out of her circumstance.
His lips were brushing her ear as she tried to wriggle away, cringing at his touch, chanting to herself, “only the strong survive; only the strong survive.”
“Oh do continue to struggle slutling, it’s so invigorating and your fine ass is such a delight when it’s in motion,” he said as he traced a wet line with the tip of his tongue along the edges of her ear. His hand found it’s way up the back of her shapely leg under her skirt. He held her tightly, cheek to the table as his eyes surveyed his prize. He had slaves aplenty. They were drawn understandably drawn to him. She was a prize and as highly regarded a Dominant as he was. He didn’t want to own her. Just to have her under his control for whatever length of time he could manage before she slid away. He whispered for her to prepare to be invaded as he slid his third finger into her tight ass. She screamed out at the unexpected and unprepared for invasion. Obviously, she wasn’t used to being fucked in the ass. He made a note to add that to her “list” as he thought back to how she fell into his hands despite all her efforts to avoid it.
He was at a party with his slave lydia when “she” walked in. The room seemed to shift as every submissive in close proximity and some of those beyond lit up like a light bulb. A sense of power oozed from her porcelain skin. At first glance she looked a little like a doll. She was pretty but not overly so and her brown hair was streaked with golden strips that made her seem as though in constant motion. He went hard at the feel of her. She was heavier than the women he was usually attracted to but it seemed to fit her. Belle would never be thin. It was as if her power needed the extra weight to cling to her psyche. He knew then that he wanted to have a go at her. There would never be a chance to own such as her. Even to toy with her would take planning. Three tables down, she poured herself into a chair as the boys and some of the girls began to jostle for positions close to her in hopes of becoming of some interest to her. As she curled into the chair, her eyes started scanning the room and she locked eyes with him. A deep violet, they seemed to swim with flashes of light, but most importantly, he saw a speck of fear and his senses soared. Fear was the best of tools. She had shown him a path to her inner walls.
He looked down at the two slaves flanking him on the left and right. Lydia snarled, knowing her master well enough to know that he was fantasizing about the Mistress/Bitch but jett was mesmerized which was unusual, since women were not usually his thing. Ian sat a moment while strategizing and then gave lydia a gentle nudge with his foot, “go to Her slut and be sure she wants you!”
Lydia growled but gracefully stood and started moving to the crowd gathering around Belle. Her Master was watching. Lydia knew it was true the same way she knew she was breathing and that her heart was still beating. Only the hopes that he would give Belle to her after he was finished kept her walking in the right direction. She never counted on the effect that Belle would have on her. As she stepped into view, Belle suddenly rose from her chair and strode determinedly to lydia violently reaching out to grab her hair, yanking her off her feet into surprisingly strong arms.
A husky voice wrapped around her, making her clit clench and running a sensuous tremor up her spine, “Well, well, well, aren’t you just the yummiest slut I’ve seen tonight girl.” Belle forced her to her knees and pushed her mouth and nose into her mound, grinding her hips into lydia face and sending her senses reeling as she smelled what only another woman could recognize as her moisturizing, sexy wetness. Lydia grabbed Her panties, pushing them aside in a frenzy, her greedy tongue darting out to lick up the wet pussy in her face. Little mewling sounds were coming from her mouth as she fed and her hips ground into Belle’s ankles, a climax gathering itself for release.
Suddenly she felt herself propelled backwards as a stinging sensation burned itself across her cheek. She instinctively grabbed at the source of the pain, finding a crop in her hand and a smiling Belle at the other end of it.
“Let go slut and put your cheek to the floor and your ass in the air to be corrected for your rude slave behavior”, she snapped, violet eyes flashing with a greed for more sadistic action. When lydia hesitated to obey, there was an instantaneous sting on her other cheek as Belle gave her matched whelps on her face with the crop. With a gasp of pain, lydia slowly turned her back to Belle, her knees sliding open wide, her torso leaning forward pushing her cheek to the floor forcing her ass to the air.
Belle hissed her appreciation for the sight of lydia’s upturned half moons and the winking asshole awaiting Her attentions. The inside of lydia’s thighs were coated with the wet slime of her hot pussy and she had forgotten the commands of her own Master as she fell under Belle’s spell. She welcomed the sting of the crop on her alabaster skin and received immediate gratification as the first blow landed, it’s arrival precursed with a telltale hiss as it traveled through the air. She screamed as the pain hit her. This wasn’t the pain of a crop! Lydia looked over her shoulder just in time to see Belle pull back for another lash of the single tail. It cut into her skin with a searing burn that traveled straight to her pussy as she cried out in pain mixed with pleasure. That intoxicating combination of pain and pleasure clogged her brain, preventing her from thinking clearly. Belle didn’t give her time to gather thoughts as the next lash found it’s mark of lydia’s labia hanging down from her pussy. She chocked on her scream as the whip brought liquid fire to her pussy. The crowd was in a quiet hush, feeling the heat emanating from the Mistress/Bitch and the girl slave/slut. Only a quiet “Enough!”, cut through the thickness of the intense scene in motion. All eye turned to the Handsome Master walking towards the women. He was everything any woman could want. With a shape that was solid but not too defined, he wore his shiny ash blonde hair shoulder length, pulled back with a leather tie. He wore a save the planet t-shirt and low riding black leather jeans that crinkled just a little as his booted feet clunked against the wood floor. To the naked eye, he was just another young rock and roll fan but to Belle’s seasoned eye, he was walking electricity and matched her kilowatt for kilowatt in power level. He screamed challenge with every step closer.
He moved quietly toward the two women. Belle wore an amused smile on Her face as he approached his property lifting her chin, lydia hot breath whooshing onto his skin as he chided her with a smile on his face, “you really are a shameless hussy slut. You will pay for losing sight of your command later tonight in your cage with your chastity harness on.” Lydia groaned with a mixture of regret and a sparkle in her eye that said it was certainly worth it. “crawl to your corner slut and don’t move until I am ready to put you in your cage for the night!” lydia began to crawl away as Belle whispered almost inaudibly to lydia, “To me girl!” Belle’s eyes locked with Ian’s. There was a whispered “ooooooooo” from the crowd around them. The girl froze as her sultry eyes looked over her shoulder at the woman that had stolen her submission so easily and then to the man that owned her. He frowned as he realized the girl was actually considering returning to Belle. He leaned a shoulder to the wall, his body settling into a limpid stance, crossing a boot over the other speaking directly to Belle and ignoring lydia as a punishment for her traitorous behavior, “so My Bitchly Matron, you try to steal My property in retribution for uncovering the fear you harbor of becoming MINE!”
Her sweet laughter rang in the air as a collective hush went over the crowd to see what the sexy Mistress would do next……
Jett, spanking panties, pink with ruffles….. corner time… criticisms
