I thought today would be like any other day. I thought wrong. Master told me not to listen to Mistress. Unfortunately, for me he never told her: I did not want to get in trouble with either of them.
My sister was upstairs cleaning her room while Master had me clean the rest of the house. You see, Mistress Julia owns my sister Taliya. I, Ceres, belong to Master John. It is hard pleasing them both, trying not to disappoint them. Master left for work; Mistress Julia was not too far behind him. After an hour, I stopped working, running upstairs to Taliya.
Forgetting my chores, I stayed and talked to Taliya while she was doing hers. I did not think time passed so fast; it was nearly noon and Mistress would be home first. I ran downstairs, trying to get everything in order. As I was heading to the living room, I had forgotten about the kitchen when I heard Mistress pull up in the driveway. I did not have time to even dust. She was opening the door when I felt my heart stop. She closed the door behind her, checked me over a few times.
"What! No hello, little girl?" she said. I tried so hard to talk; my mouth was dry. I could not breathe. I was at lost for words. She asked again as she walked towards me. I still could not answer her. By the time she walked over to me, I managed to get some words out.
"Hello, Mistress Julia. Please forgive me for my rudeness," I said, hoping she would not notice the mess behind me. Nevertheless, she did. The look she gave me sent chills throughout my body.
"What is this? You can't do as you're told, little girl?" she said.
"Mistress, I can explain this. I was still cleaning when you came home and I'm sorry, Mistress, it wouldn't...." She cut me off. She slapped me so hard that all I could was cry, which made things worse. Dragging me to the kitchen, she reached around the corner, grabbing the cane. She saw that my chore was not finished. She pushed me down to my knees. I just stayed there, waiting for the pain to rain down on me, but it did not. She grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up from the floor.
"Is your room at least clean?" she asked? I could not answer her.
I knew I was in trouble. She dragged me back to the stairs, shoving me up them. She threw me in her and Master's bedroom.
"You stay here! Do you understand me?" she said.
"Yes mistress," I said, and with that, she turned to check on Taliya. Taliya was not as in much trouble as I was. She just had some bags to throw out. Mistress walked up to Taliya's door. Of course, Taliya greeted her with a smile. When Mistress asked Taliya why she was not done with her room and why I did not take the bags down for her, Taliya told her everything. Mistress now knew everything, from me refusing to do my chores down to chatting with Taliya while she did hers. Mistress returned to me, her eyes an icy blue now. I was so scared that I had moved from where she placed me. She grabbed me up so fast that I spun around. She threw me on the bed.
I did not move until I felt the cane come down on me. I still had my clothes on so I was okay.
"Get up, Ceres," she said. I was scared too. I did not want to make things worse for me so I got up, keeping my eyes and head lowered.
"Do I have to tell you want to do, Ceres?" she asked.
"No, mistress," I answered. I was not sure where she was going with this.
"Do I have to watch you every day, Ceres?"
"No, Mistress."
"Then why must I take time out to deal with you like this, Ceres?" I could not answer that question. With that, she took my clothes off, making me lie flat on my stomach. She started so lightly that I thought she was not going to punish me, but I was wrong. The pain rained down on me; she did not let up until she reached 20. All I could do was cry.
Mistress let me lie there for 10 minutes, crying my eyes out. She pulled me up, wrapped me in a sheet, sitting me on her lap. She held me until I stopped crying. It was almost time for Master to be home. We sat in the chair next to the bed for a while, and then she cleaned me up, letting me get dressed. Taliya was already in the kitchen cleaning while Master sat at the table.
"I didn't hear you come in, John," she said.
"Go help Taliya, Ceres. Julia and I need to have a word."
"Yes, Master." I started helping Taliya, who had already started cooking, when Master yelled for me. I walked into the living room to find Mistress sitting on the sofa, Master looking at me, standing.
"Tell me, Ceres, did you disobey us today?" he asked.
"Yes Master. I did". With that answer, he spun me around, pinning me to the wall, raising my skirt over my bare ass.
"Please, Master, I won't disobey again! Please, no more!" I said crying and he let me go. After we ate, I cleaned up, going to bed at 11 that night. Before getting, the chance to lie down Master opened the door.
"You're sleeping with us tonight, Ceres."
"Yes, Master." I wanted to ask why but I did not. Sleeping in the Master's bed was a privilege, one that I knew I did not deserve. I just followed him, closing their bedroom door behind me. Master put me in the bed beside him. Taliya was already in bed next to Mistress Julia. I lay down, immediately falling asleep. I was so tired from what happened that Master did not wake me the next morning.
Chapter 2
When I woke up, it was noon. Looking for Master I ran down the stairs, catching him at the bottom step.
"We need to talk, Ceres," he said. I did not know what about. I did not mean to run down the stairs but I woke up late and wanted to get my choirs done.
"Yes Master. Did I do something wrong, master?"
"No, you did not, Ceres. Turn around and go to your room. I'll be up there in a minute," he said. I did as I was told, returning to my room, kneeling by my bed for my master to come through the door. In such cases, he would put his big thing in my mouth but this time he delayed his arrival, leaving me like that for an hour. When I felt his hand run down the length of my back, I stood up. Then were bound my hands behind my back, put a red-ball gag in my mouth.
He pushed me down on my bed, pulling up my blue mini-skirt, revealing my bare ass. Seeing that I was wet, he pushed his finger in my cunt. When I started to moan, he slapped my ass hard.
"This is punishment, Ceres, not pleasure. You are not allowed to cum," he said. I shook my head acknowledging I understood him. He pulled his finger out, and then removed my gag. I opened my mouth for him to place his finger on my lips, which I hungrily licked clean. He undid my hands, sitting me up. I saw on my nightstand things I both hated and loved: the golden brown bamboo cane, specially made for him by a Japanese craftsman, whose family had been in that business for generations: a small pink anal plug, about three inches long, an inch and a half in diameter; and a thick eight inch black dildo. My eyes could not stay off them. I lowered my head and eyes as he sat down next to me.
"Ceres?" I did not answer him: I knew where he was going to take this talk.
"Answer me, Ceres!" he commanded.
"Yes, Master?" I said in a shaky voice. With that he got up, walked to my closet, finding the silver police handcuffs. I did not move: I looked up at him walking back to me with something hidden behind his back.
"Do you know why you are getting this punishment, Ceres?" Master John asked softly.
"Y-yes master," I said. With that out of the way I was made to lie spread-eagled on my stomach, arms over my head as my hands were cuffed to the top bedposts, my legs spread apart while my feet were tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. There was enough rope for me to move to get my ass in the air, my pussy exposed to his vengeful gaze. He did not lube me up enough for the anal plug to go in easily but that was not a problem: he did not care. I let out a blood-curing scream feeling it brutally forced it in me, my tears was flowing like rain into my pillow. While writhing in pain from the anal plug he rammed the dildo into my now soaked cunt.
"Now, Ceres, shall I go on?" he asked me.
"No Master, please stop! I will never disobey you and Mistress Julia again as long as I live!" That was not the answer he was looking for. Finding the bamboo cane, he rubbed it all over my throbbing ass and cunt. What a glorious feeling of pain and pleasure for me. Although it was hard to tell, where they begin and end. Pushing my sore aching ass down to the bed, he replaced the cane to its previous spot the nightstand, leaving the room. Still crying, I tried to calm down so not to make things worse for me.
Master had quietly returned to my room with a long black braided leather whip, hiding an unknown item behind his back. I craned my neck but I still could not see it. Smiling evilly at me I saw... oh God no! In his hand was a much bigger anal plug, pink in color, about six inches long, three inches in diameter, a true item of torture if I ever saw one. I knew I was in more trouble than he let on to me.
"Master John, no, please, that won't fit!" I said, screaming and crying in terror. He picked up the bamboo cane, again smiling.
"Shall I give you something more to cry about, Ceres?" he said, hitting the cane against the bed so hard that I thought I was hit. I was too securely bound to move away from him.
"Answer me, Ceres!" Master John said. Speechless, all I could do was shake my head no. He gave me another evil smile, yanking the smaller anal plug out. I gasped in both relief and pain, knowing that in a minute I would be wishing to the Almighty that it had remained. I held my breath, bracing myself for the new anal plug to violate my already tender asshole. I felt like a hot poker was ripping my butt as the huge hated anal plug was shoved mercilessly into me. I tried to be brave, holding back tears but I could not hold back my screams. Passing into oblivion I heard Master John yelling at someone: I was not sure if it was my sister Taliya or Mistress Julia. My last remembrance was of my door closing; I passed out after that.
I woke up to Mistress undoing my hands and legs; Master John was standing at my door, smiling gently at me. He walked over to Mistress, helping her to get me up out of bed. I still had the black eight-inch long dildo in my wet, sore, aching cunt, plus the huge anal plug distending my butt, barely able to move with them there. Master reached down, pulling the black dildo out of my cunt to throw it on my bed.
'Thank God, I thought to myself. Master is having pity on his poor submissive, and my punishment is over but it was not. To my horror, he replaced it with a bigger one. This one, a huge ruby red dildo gleamed as if on fire in the dim bedroom light. I was a thick as my arm (four inches around) and as long as my Master's arm (eighteen inches). I could not scream anymore. I had no energy, no voice; I felt as if an army of cruel strangers had assaulted my most precious privates. Master John and Mistress Julia lay me back on the bed, and then turned me over on my stomach again. Master spoke something to Mistress, after which she left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Gagging my mouth again, he caressed my still throbbing ass with the bamboo cane, before moving it away.
'What bliss he is giving me,' I thought to myself. 'He's not going to punish me anymore!' Alas, I was lying to myself. Master John had other plans for curing me of my disobedient behavior. Once, twice, thrice down came the cane. He rapidly tanned my brown hide, covering every square inch with thin red welts, igniting a fire I begged silently to be quenched.
"Stay still; this is the last one, unless you tell me otherwise." I flinched.
"Naughty, naughty Ceres. Twenty wasn't enough to fix your attitude, so I shall have to administer twenty more!" Master John said grimly. The chastising had to start all over again. Tears just flowed down my face. I could not say anything with that hated gag-ball between my lips. It may have been for the best. My sobbing could get me caned all night long until I fell unconscious from the agony.
By the time he was done, the ruby red dildo had worked its way out of my cunt. I was dripping wet: my clit was unsheathed like a small dick waiting to be suck... He could not help but notice. Dropping his pants, he put his cock in my face. I was so ready to cum that I would have gladly sucked him off until he pulled out of mouth.
That was impossible with my gag-ball so I raised my ass in the air enough for his cock to be able to penetrate my sopping cunt. Mounting me from behind doggie style, I could feel the swollen head of his seven-inch cock brushing against my yearning lust inflamed pussy, his nut sack hitting against my bruised thighs. One hand reached under my belly to diddle my sensitive clit. His pace started nice and slow, his left hand grabbing me by my long black hair, reining me in as if he were riding a mare. I was moaning through my gag, begging Master for more. Then rough, fast, impatient were his strokes, as if the finish line were in sight.
'Oh Sweet Jesus!' This refrain ran through my mind, my pain rapidly forgotten with each of my loving Master's thrusts. I screamed his name loudly, though muffled by the gag. He pummeled me furiously with that lovely cock of his as if exorcising my demon with his holy white cock. Grabbing my wide black hips with his strong white hands his cock felt as if it bursting until he shot me full of his milky white man juice. I thought I had died and gone to Heaven, then came myself. When he was pleased with me, he released me from my restraints, including that hated gag that prevented me from sucking his love tool.
The hours of being locked in one position had taken their toll on me. I was unable to move without almost falling down. He got me up, taking me to his shower. While there, Master John pulled out the massive pink anal plug, slowly, tenderly, as to not hurt me anymore. When I was ready, he washed me, being oh so careful over my cuts. When that was finished, he oiled body... Dressing me in my black see-through teddy. By the time we got downstairs, it was 8 p.m. For over ten hours, I had been subjected to some sort of punishment for my acts of willful disobedience. Mistress Julia and Taliya were watching television in the living room. Master took his sofa, me gingerly on his lap, feeling his arms around my waist, his beautiful cock throbbing deliciously under me.
I looked across to Mistress, smiling at her. She was going to have the time of her life tonight, maybe even better than I had. The hour was getting late when Master returned me to my room. Thoughtfully my dinner was on my desk instead of those earlier items of punishment. I still could not sit down without gasping in pain so I got a pillow from my closet, placing it on the chair so I could sit to eat. I was ravenous, the only sustenance I had dined upon all day being my cream and a gag. Not enough for an eighteen-year-old girl.
Upon completion of that sumptuous feast, Master John called Mistress in to take my things to the kitchen. She kissed me goodnight, leaving my room. Her appreciation was evident. Master put me to bed; Mistress had come in while I was in the shower, changing my sheets.
"Goodnight, sweet Ceres. Your Master loves you very much, even if I have to show you by punishing you," he murmured, kissing me goodnight.
"Thank you, Master, for loving me enough to correct this bad girl," I said. "I love you with all my heart." He left, turning the lights out, closing the door behind him. I was half-asleep, totally exhausted from that day when I heard moaning and screams of pleasure from Master John and Mistress Julia's room. I heard a soft knocking on my door, Talia's head peering in. She glided in, quiet as a ghost. Some alone time with my beloved sister. The good little submissive. I made room in my bed so she could lie down beside me. Our owners were still going at their lovemaking tooth and nail.
Taliya came in, closing the door silently behind her. By the dim night light, I could see her tight form lie down beside me. Cuddling each other, her gently because of my earlier abuse, she lightly kissed me. I responded in kind, more forcefully kissing her back. Tongues in each other's mouths, nibbling each other's earlobes, necks, shoulders I loved the way she was making me feel. A man could please me one-way but a woman, she took it to a completely new level. Not only was there the physical bond but a spiritual and emotional one as well. She was so soft, so pliant under my hands. Our pussies grew wet, begging for attention from each other. How could we resist? Our hands reached for each other's cunts.
Stripping off our confining clothing, we explored each other's mysteries. The night air soon was filled with moaning and screams of pleasure. In spite of my earlier treatment, this was the best night of my entire young life.
Chapter 3
It was a most wonderful night for me. Taliya and me, we touched each other all night long. It was pure bliss. Unfortunately, morning came too soon: when Mistress Julia went to wake up Taliya then me for breakfast. Unable to find Taliya she sought Master John.
I heard voices; they were talking as they approached my door. Shaking Taliya I tried to wake her up; I did not want to be found nude near her. Getting up to dress quickly. I finally managed to wake Taliya; unfortunately, by that time Master John had opened my door.
"Taliya, what do you think you are doing?" he asked incredulously. I just knelt, waiting for her to answer.
"N-nothing, Master," Taliya stammered. Master grabbed me up from the floor, pushing me down on the bed. I scrambled to get to the other side of the bed as he took his belt off.
"Wait, Master, please!" I could not control my emotions; I was crying so hard.
"What were you two doing in here, huh? Why is Taliya nude? Tell me that, Ceres!" Master shouted as he stormed over to me. I was terrified. I did not want to crawl back over my bed to the other side. I had nowhere to run to; my fear kept me from moving as I wished too.
"Stop crying, Ceres. Tell me the truth and I'll think about not punishing you along with Taliya." He wiped my tears away as I answered him.
"Taliya was wet, Master," I said, just waiting to be asked what I was talking about. "Her cunt, Master; she was soaked from Mistress Julia's moaning so she came in here to sleep, Master." I could not look at him.
"Is that all, Ceres?" he said threateningly as Taliya turned away from her Mistress to answer my Master.
"Master John, I-I came in here cause I was horny, sir. I did not mean to disappoint you and Mistress. Ceres and I made out last night, Master. I am so sorry. I will take any punishment! Please do not harm Ceres. It wasn't..." I had to cut Taliya off.
"It was my fault, not hers, Master. Please, it's not Talia's fault. It is mine. Please master do not harm her. I'll...." He silenced me with a back-head blow. My face was on fire. I tried to rub it but Master just slapped my hand away.
"Ceres, you will show your sister respect. You will not be rude. Do you understand me, Ceres?" Master thundered.
"Yes, Master, I'm sorry, Taliya." Taliya smiled at me. Master pushed me on the bed. I did not dare move; he walked over to Taliya, putting his belt back on.
Mistress Julia looked mad enough to kill someone. Taliya grabbed her clothes, walking out the door with Mistress. Master leaned down, grabbing me up from the bed, nearly throwing me out the door. I did not actually mean to run from him but I did. I got past Mistress and Taliya, running down the stairs.
"Ceres, don't you dare go out that door!" Mistress Julia screamed down to me but I did not care. I opened the door, running off at full speed, as fast as my legs would carry me. I got to Master's car when I heard him call out to me. I looked back to see him running out of the house. It was too late by the time I started running again. I barely make it to the neighbors' car when he grabbed me, dragging me back inside. Mistress and Taliya were downstairs by that time.
I still had to get ready for school: it was my first day back to college: this was already starting badly. I keep saying that Taliya is my older sister: we are not related by blood. We are a family. That is a term used for those of us in service to a House. . Taliya has been Master John's and Mistress Julia's submissive for 6 years; I have been for only six months. It was like living in the house with two mothers and a father. I was 18 years old; Taliya was 24. Master is the oldest. He is 36 and Mistress is 35.
"Ceres, what made you think you could run away?" Mistress Julia asked me as Master finally let go of me.
Taliya just looked at me. She was mad at me for running, for acting like a child. In my defense, well, I am. I am the only baby in the house and I do not get my way at all. I was now in Talia's care. Master and Mistress had left me, going off to work. I did not move until Taliya said to follow her upstairs.
"Taliya, I'm sorry. I did not mean to run. I was not thinking. Please, don't be mad at me." Taliya stopped at the bathroom, looking angrily at me.
"Shut up, Ceres. Let's get this over with so I can get you to school". She pulled me in the bathroom, stripping me down. While I was in the shower, she had gone to my room, returning with my clothes, hiding something behind her back. I was almost finished showering when she walked up to me with a belt in her hand.
"I can't wear that belt to school, Taliya. It is too big." She just smiled evilly at me.
"Ceres turn around for me," she said. I turned around, knowing that she was going to strike me.
"Taliya, wait, don't do this, please!" Begging was not going to work. I knew that. Taliya beat me the last time I was in her care. If I misbehave Taliya is punished, not me. One, two, three... The belt rained down on me twenty times before she stopped. She slapped my wet skin with the belt so hard I nearly fell to my knees. I would not dare tell Master what she had done. Not that it would matter: she would just make something up.
She had to help me out. I could barely walk. She got me dressed. We were out the door in enough time to stop somewhere and eat, being that I did not have breakfast because of my foolish behavior. Climbing into Talia's' car we drove off. My day in college went badly. I was not able to keep any food in my stomach. After puking my breakfast [and then some] in class, I went see to Taliya. Good thing she was the Campus nurse. Not wanting to be responsible for my ill health I was released from all further classes. Taliya had the rest of the day off to care of me. We returned home.
"I'm sorry, Taliya. Please don't be mad...." She told me to hush up and rest. We were outside when Master came home at noon. He carried me upstairs, putting me to bed. I had a 103-degree fever but I wanted to be down stairs with Master John, but Mistress Julia would not allow it. My fever finally broke an hour later. I was allowed to run around in the backyard while Taliya prepared barbeque beef on the grill. Master and Mistress kept a hawk's eye on me, checking my temperature every fifteen minutes. I felt like the baby of the family that I wanted to be. Mistress finally made me sit down next to her; it was not fair I was having fun.
"Ceres, it's time to rest. You can run around later on, okay?" Mistress said.
"Yes Mistress," I said with a smile. She pulled me down, letting me rest my head on her lap, telling me to close my eyes. I did not feel sleepy at all. In spite of that, I fell asleep.
Mistress woke me up to eat. I tried eating something but I could not keep it down. She took me to the shower to get me cleaned up and noticed the huge welts on my ass. Drying me, she took me to Master, who made me lie down in their room, calling Taliya in. I was kept undressed. Taliya had no choice but to see how well she marked me. Taliya could not explain herself fast enough; it was not enough to save her from Master John's wrath. Mistress stayed with me while Master dragged Taliya back to her room.
I had never heard Taliya scream in my six-month stay; I jumped up because it scared me. Given my previous day's punishments, I started crying, thinking I was again in trouble. It took Mistress some time to calm me down. When Master returned he was carrying Taliya in his arms. Placing her in bed, he told her to stop crying. She tried to calm herself. Master came to me and carried me to my room.
"Am I in trouble too, master?"
"No, Ceres, you are not in trouble". I thought to myself for a little bit while Master lay me down.
"Is something wrong, Ceres?" he asked me with a puzzled look on his face. I shook my head no.
"Is something wrong, Ceres?" he asked again, more firmly this time.
"Taliya didn't mean to hurt me, Master. She was punishing me for trying to run away!"
"She had no right to punish you like that."
"But I was in the shower, master. My skin was wet. That's all." He just looked at me and smiled. He stayed with me until I was fast asleep.
I ended up being out of classes for a week. That is jumping ahead of my story. When I woke up at midnight, I tried to go down stairs but Master stopped me. He was coming up the stairs with some water. Turning me around the lead me to their room. I did not want to sleep by myself so I was able to get in the middle of Master and mistress. In addition, I slept there until morning. Mistress woke me up with a kiss.
"How are you feeling, little one?"
"I feel better, Mistress... May I go to school today?"
"No, sweetie."
"But mistress, I'm fine now, so please?" I said with a disappointed look. She then told me to wait until after breakfast to see if I could hold anything down, so I did. We ate breakfast. Correction: they ate. Mine ended up being hurled down the drain. I still could not hold anything down at all. Mistress had to get me something hot to drink. It stayed down. I wanted to attend classes but that did not quite work out. Taliya checked with the administrators. They agreed that I should not be allowed to disrupt other healthy students in my professors' classes.
However, I was allowed to go in. I just had to do my classes from the nurses' office. I tried, I really did, but my illness so drained me that I did not have such a good day. I could not get much of my class work done. Nurse Taliya made me lie down until Master could come and got me. On the way home with the cool breezes blowing in through the car windows I started to feel better. Between the combinations of the cool, air as well as the motion I was soon lulled me to sleep in the car.
Chapter 4
I woke up. We were home. Master took me to the house, carrying me upstairs. We sat around, him babying me, which I enjoyed enormously. He took me in the shower, bathing me gently, but not taking advantage of my helplessness. I loved what he was doing. He was bringing me to the edge of an orgasm washing my large breast, playing with my hardening brown nipples, and then washing another part of my body. I was juicing up so much he could not help but notice, but pretended not to. He teased me like this for what seemed to be forever, and then dressed me in a sheer red nightgown with a plunging neckline exposing my glorious melons. I was in Heaven, his staying with me until Mistress and Taliya got home. It was not long before Taliya came upstairs to see me.
"Excuse me, Master. May I see Ceres, please?"
"Should I allow you to, Taliya?" Master said, as he stood up, moving to the door. Even though he has disciplined her severely for her treatment of me, Master was most protective whenever she was in our presence.
"Please, Master, I just want to see how she is doing," Taliya, said, backing up towards her bedroom door. I got out of bed, walking to Master. Taking his hand, he looked at me.
"Master, if it's okay, can I sleep in Talia's room tonight? Please?"
"No, Ceres. Go back to bed now. I will bring your dinner up. Okay?"
"Yes Master, but I want to spend time with Taliya too," I said, a slight whine creeping into my voice. He looked at me angrily, letting go of my hand. I looked at Taliya, and then walked back to my bed.
I do not know what came over me. I had never done that before. 'Master will have my ass if I do that again,' I said to myself, so I stayed in my room until Master brought up my dinner.
"Master, may I speak freely, please?"
"Yes, Ceres. You may."
"Um, Master? Why can't Taliya see me?" He placed his hand gently on my face.
"You will follow my rules right, Ceres?" he said softly.
"Yes... yes, Master." It was hard for me to talk. I was so scared. He got up, leaving my room door open. Taliya stood outside, nervously wringing her hands.
"You may come in, Taliya," I told her and she did, closing the door firmly behind her. Holding me close I felt comfort in her touch, warm and loving, making me feel secure. I clung to her as if she were my life preserver, until she pushed my sheets down, exposing my nakedness.
"What are you doing? We can't do this we'll get in trouble again....Taliya?" She did not answer me. Her focus was on my shaved pussy, prying my legs open, revealing it to her lustful gaze. Licking her lips hungrily, I did not like that look she gave me. This was wrong! Neither Master nor Mistress had sanctioned this encounter, or if they did, I was not aware of it.
"Taliya; please don't do this!" I begged her. I did not want to feel Master's lash on my healing behind this night.
"Hush, Ceres." I lay there quietly, my pussy feeling her finger worming inside of me, stoking my building lust.
"Do you like it, me fucking you with my fingers, Ceres? You look so delicious in your nightgown. I wanted to jump on you, rip your clothes off, and rub my pussy against yours." I began to squirm. I loved the last time we made love, we sisters of the Sapphic arts, women of Lesbos. When I started to moan Taliya tried to cover my mouth.
"Shh! I know you want to feel my tongue sucking this delicious little clit of yours sticking its head up like a tiny dildo. However, you have to be quiet! Master and Mistress are just downstairs; don't let them spoil our fun!" Becoming fearful, I grabbed her hand, trying to push it away. I was still weak from a combination of my illness as well as my lust. I was starting to cum uncontrollably, unable to move her hand.
In the background, I heard my door open and Master speaking. Taliya did not stop, so caught up was she in what she was experiencing. She continued her attack on my now sore clit. I could not help myself. I kept on cumming, thrusting my pussy against her hand fiercely. 'What was Master saying,' I thought dimly, my brain on fire, just like my loins. Taliya would not quit, even though I am sure she knew what her punishment was going to be. My sister sub must really love me, to risk this. Master finally pulled her off me, dragging her to her room. I clambered out bed trying to reach them but all I did was fall all over. My legs were so weak, I felt so drained. Finally, I dragged myself over to her room. Master beating her with his belt.
"Taliya... you know... you are not... to touch... my property... without my... permission!" Master panted between blows across her backside. Taliya screamed, struggling to evade the rain of pain upon her body. "Since... you didn't... learn your lesson... last week... I will... show you... what I... mean again!" My heart dropped to the floor. I did not want this for my dear sister. She was just showing me how much she loved me, how she was sorry for hurting me. This was not fair! I tried to stop him but all I did was make things worse.
"Ceres! Get in your fucking room right now!" he yelled at me. I jumped back, hurrying to my room. Master was unrelenting in Talia's punishment. From behind her closed door, I could hear Master's voice, Talia's cries, and the sickening sound of his thick black belt cracking against her firm cocoa colored buns. I knew what she was going through, the fine line between pleasure and pain, his blows aimed around her pussy, with an occasional blow striking it. Then she would have to take his cock in her mouth, sucking him off until his nut sack was swollen with his man juice. To further humiliate her he would tie her spread-eagled across the bed, fucking both her pussy, then her tiny puckered asshole. As much as I hated what I had heard I was so aroused that I frantically worked two fingers in my sopping pussy, another in my asshole, until I came hard, screaming into my pillow. I drifted off to sleep after that, tears in my eyes, a smile on my face.
It was 10 at night when I was awakened, hearing my bedroom door open. Master had come to me.
"Master, I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted my sister." I sniffled.
"You know better than that. So did Taliya. She has been with us six years. Lately she has been acting up, as have you. Being that you are newer I can be more lenient, but her? No, I will not. Nevertheless, you will not escape your part of this, Ceres. Stand up and lean over the bed!"
"Yes Master." I said meekly. As I got out of bed Master took his belt, off. I leaned over, lifting my garment so that my brown globes were available for him to chastise. My pussy and asshole were cover with my milky love juices. Master could not help but see them.
"Count them off!" he thundered.
"One."
CRACK!
"Two."
CRACK!
"Three!"
CRACK!
"Four!"
CRACK
"Five!"
CRACK
"Six!"
Master never delivered that blow. I was only being whipped five times! My eyes were tearing up from his attention to my behind, but I swear I could see a look of sorrow on his face. On the other hand, maybe he was tired. I guess because it was getting late. I did not ask why. I did not want any more beatings.
"Goodnight, Ceres. Sleep well." Master moved to the door.
"Good...goodnight Master," I sniffed, crawling back into my bed. Closing the door, he walked back to his room. Very tired I turned out my night light, plunging the room into darkness, the pale moon barely visible outside.
Chapter 5
It was early in the morning, about 4 a.m. or so. I woke up restless, lonely, aching for a woman's gentle touch. I wanted to see my Taliya. Getting up as quietly as I, could I sneak over to my Master and Mistress' room first, to make sure they were sound asleep? Cautiously cracking open their creaky door I stuck my head in quickly. They were snoring like little babies, the heady smell of sex heavy in the bedroom air. Master must have not been fully satisfied after punishing Taliya, completing his tasks on Mistress' taut white body. I hoped they would be knocked out for a few more hours more. My fires were burning furiously. I needed to get them quenched with Talia's tongue and fingers. Making my way back to her room, I opened her bedroom door. Strange. Her bed was empty. I heard water running. I opened the bathroom door slowly, not wanting to wake my master up. More than enough punishments had been administered this month. Taliya was in the shower, just standing there.
"Taliya, are you okay? Did Master hurt you?" I whispered, trying to be quiet. No response.
"Taliya! Answer me, please!" The bathroom was fogging up. Why will she not say anything to me? This was so unlike her! My heart was breaking. Thoughts of sexing her flowed down the drain. It did not matter now. My sister sub was hurting; no one was there to care for her. Just as she had nursed me back to health it was now my turn to do the same for her, as best as I could.
"Taliya. This is Ceres. I am here for you, sister. I will help you get through this, okay. We have to be strong, you and I, okay? Let me help you now." I got undressed, stripping off my sheer red nightgown with the plunging nightline that I had been pleasured and pained in the previous night. Peeling off my matching thong, I let them fall in a diaphanous heap upon the light blue tiled floor. I climbed in the shower enclosure with her. Master often gave us baths together so he would not get mad at us for this, would he? Well, what he did not know would not hurt him, I thought to myself spitefully. If I ever got the chance to punish him as he and Mistress had done to us.... Those thoughts would have to be fully explored another time.
If she was crying, I could not tell. Head bowed, a waterfall flowing down her body I imagined I saw tiny sobs wracking her body through the steaming mist. Welts covered her body, back, front, both sides. Why did Master John have to be so cruel to her? All she was trying to do was make me feel better, nurse me back to health so that I could better serve him, take care of his needs, just as Taliya did for Mistress Julia. Was that so bad? If we had a little fun by ourselves, was it hurting him? We were not his slaves. Slaves gave up all their rights to their owners. According to the code, we could draw the line as to how much we wanted to endure. That is what I had been told by them when I joined their house! Who died and made him God?! I felt my anger growing rapidly. This was not the end!
Taking her gently in my arms Taliya seemed stiff, wooden. Washing her back gently not a word she uttered; nothing. A forgotten conversation I overheard came to mind. Maybe two months ago, maybe more. I remember now. Mistress Julia was on the phone, talking to one of her friends, a Dom from another house. I had not paid too much attention to their words until she mentioned that part about Taliya being a lesbian. I hung around quietly, unobtrusively, pretending to be engrossed in cleaning their porcelain figurines.
"Yes, Denise, they don't always want to obey, so you have to get in their minds, find their weaknesses, their fears, and then exploit those! For instance, when we first got Taliya she came from an abusive male relationship, where she came to associate male sexual intercourse with pain. If I want to really punish her, I will let John have his way with her, letting him force her to suck his big red cock. She had better make sure she made him cum twice, or he would paddle her, put her on all fours, dry fucking her asshole until it was raw. All the time while he was doing that he would be fucking her with the knob end of his braided black whip. Sex with John is the worst kind of punishment I can make her endure." I felt nothing but pity for my poor sister. Zombie–like she just stood there, letting me continue my ministrations on her body. I checked her over carefully. Sure enough, both her pussy and asshole were an angry red color. What a beast he was! Both of them! Turning off the water, I took her by the hand, leading her out. She did not resist me at all. I found the softest, fluffiest towel in the bathroom, white cotton one with Master's initials.
I took great care to blot her body dry, not to wipe off the moisture, as that would inflict more pain upon her. None of her clothes was there so I dressed her in my red outfit. It was gossamer thin, almost like wearing nothing. I could wrap up in a towel until I got back to my room to find something else to wear. All the time I was whispering kind words to her, telling her how I loved her, needed her to be there for me, that this too would pass. I almost had her dressed when the bathroom door opened. Damn, those people moved like ghosts! How did I let them sneak up on me like that! I was too caught up in Taliya to listen out for them. Crap! Now the shit would hit the fan! I thought it was Master but it was his wicked bitch, Mistress.
"Ceres, you are not well. You should be in bed, resting, as if we told you to do. Leave Taliya to me." Pointing me towards the landing, she continued. "You will find John downstairs, Ceres," Mistress said. Head erect, neck straight, buck ass naked I walked proudly out the door and down the stairs without saying a word to her. It was rude of me. For now, I was getting away with it but I knew I would pay for it later. Mistress was not one to play the radio...
I found Master in the living room, sitting down, waiting for me. He did not look happy. Good. I hoped his dinner was constricting his bowels. I kept my face placid. I wonder if the rage in my eyes was being revealed.
"Yes, Master; you asked for me?" I hoped my voice would not crack, nor that I would begin stammering as I did when nervous.
"Yes, Ceres; where were you? You were not in your room," he said accusingly. In his satin blue dressing gown, no nightshirt, his tanned skin glowing goldenly in the dim light I could see that his eight-inch dick was laying along his leg, baton-like, an instrument of both pain and pleasure. It reminded me that I had unfilled needs, which is why I had sought Taliya in the first place. I now regretted not covering my chocolate treasures from his all-seeing gaze. My body was beginning to betray me, my pussy growing moist, and nipples hardening in the cool night air.
I wished my body were not such a traitor. Here I am, standing naked in front of my Master John, and my pussy is flowing like a faucet? What kind of idiot am I? This man had it in his power to do anything he wanted with me: just last week he had me for a whole day tied down to my bed, spread open wide, my delicious brown pussy and asshole exposed to his vicious assault. Those thoughts caused my moistness to increase greatly. Drip, drip, drip. Damn me for liking the rough treatment I received from my white master.
"Ceres, I am not going to repeat myself! Where were you? Why were you not in your room?" His voice was rising; face was becoming redder by the second. The only thing that could save me was if he dropped dead from a heart attack. I was still pissed off from what he had done to my sister sub Taliya. This, however, might not be the best time to mention it.
"Have pity on me, my dear sweet Master. I meant you no harm! I was going to use the bathroom to empty my bladder when I saw her standing under the shower, not moving. I...I know that you have bathed us together in the past, Master. I...I saw no harm in doing it when you were not present. Have mercy on me, dear Master! I love you greatly." I hoped my little white lies would fly under his radar. Mistress Julia, now would be the time for you to make your entrance, I thought to myself. However, her voice remained upstairs, yelling, screaming at Taliya. This was no quiet early morning family gathering. More like a meeting between the Sunnis and Kurds over who the headman was going to be. If only my pussy would stop getting wet! Damn that!
"On your knees, now, sub!" Master John moved towards me. Automatically my fight or flight reflexes kicked in. I turned to run, but he caught me by the arm before I could turn. Like, where could a naked deep cocoa woman run to at five in the morning? Back to my room? He stuck two of his fingers into my sopping wet pussy. I let out a low moan of pleasure. Yes! Maybe it would not be so bad after all.
"You know something, Ceres? I can always tell when you are lying. Your body betrays you. I do not know what it is about you that allow that to happen. That is enough for me to see that you have a bad habit that must be fixed. On your knees, now!" I quickly obeyed, missing the reaction of his fingers inside me. I cleaned up my mess by licking every drop of myself from his hand. I had forgotten how good I could taste. Judging by his growing bulge, I could see that he was becoming aroused. If he would just let me slide that big fat pink sausage of his between my thick brown lips I would deep throat him into forgetting tonight's little escapade. I needed to feel him pounding my hot pussy, feel his heavy nut sack slapping against my thighs. That man could drive a mean dick!
"Who in the hell is the Master in this 'House', sub?" he thundered, yanking back my head. The fingers of his right hand were entangled in my long black tresses. "At what point in time did I appoint you my Mistress, with authority over that of Mistress Julia? You came to us, wanting to be a part of our happy little family! I have been patient, forgiving and overlooking some of your misbehavior. I have been too soft on you!"
"M...M...Master, please don't send me away! I only wanted to show you how much I loved you by helping nurse Taliya back to health, as she was doing for me!" I never saw the slap that came out of left field, feeling it stinging across my right cheek. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.
"Who gave you permission to speak?" Master John was enraged. I had never seen him this furious before, not even at Taliya. I was in deep shit, without a shovel. Hell, it would take a bulldozer to get me out of this! I needed to learn to keep my mouth shut!
"Master, may I speak? Please?" I was almost groveling now, as much as I could while being held up by my hair.
"No, I don't want to hear a damn word you are about to say, because it is probably a lie! I ordered Taliya to stand under the shower as part of her punishment! She was to stand there, immobile, under the cold running water to reduce the swelling from my 'lesson' to her. As my property, I want her healed more than you do. She has proven to be a valuable member of our family. She is a one in a million sub, but in the end, she is just a sub. Like you are, Ceres. No, you need to be taught a lesson, one that you will not ever forget. But since I'm too close to the situation I will not be the one to teach it to you." He let go of my hair. I fell heavily to the ground, clutching my aching jaw. I could see a little better now, except for my double vision. There were two Masters in front of me, except they were dressed differently? What was going on? My fever must have been returning in full force. Or else...? What was his last statement? He was not going to be the one punishing me. So, who was?
"My, my: what have we here? A disobedient sub named Ceres. So we have to meet again." Damn! I hoped I was hearing wrong! Master John burst my bubble very fast.
"I hope you remember Mistress Denise."
"Mistress Denise?" I stammered. This could not be happening to me, not tonight. This was like my worst nightmare coming to life. I could not find the right words to say. "Master, why did you allow HER here? I am not hers anymore. Am I?" I prayed that I had not returned to her service, from which I had come not so long ago. For all my screw-ups, I had grown to love it here in Master John and Mistress Julia's house. I just had a slight problem adjusting to accepting authority at times.
"She was kind enough to offer to help me with our 'little problem', namely you. She felt, and we agreed that we were letting our emotions cloud our judgment concerning your training. Mistress Denise, she is all yours." With that, he turned his back to us.
"Master! No! Please do not let me go with her! I'll be better, I promise!" He did not answer me at all. I did not like that at all. Mistress Denise laughed a short evil cackle: grabbing me by my hair she half-dragged, half carried me upstairs to my bedroom. My once safe sanctuary never seemed so violated, especially when she turned the key in the lock, sealing my fate. Master made no effort to rescue me: or, in fact, had Mistress Julia. Maybe I could reason with her, now that we were out of Master John's earshot.
"Mistress Denise, may I speak please?" I pleaded with her, hoping that this would not piss her off any further. We had to reach some type of understanding before things got more out of control. I was shoved to the ground at the foot of my bed where I trembled in fear.
"Of course, Ceres. You may speak freely." Her eyes never left mine. I knew she was trying to psyche me out. It was the basis of our training. Making us feel that we were less than nothing was. Her fingers moved slowly, unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her lacy black bra. Her bosom was heaving from the exertion of getting me to my room. A fine sheen of sweat covered her brow, gleaming wetly in my bedroom's soft light.
"Mistress Denise; you don't own me anymore. Why are you here, ma'am?" I asked politely. This was no time to be rude. I was confused. Okay, I was still new to this. There was no handbook for me to study; at least, no one told me of any. Instructions were passed down orally from master to sub, or between senior subs to the junior members.
"Whoever gave you that idea, Ceres? I DO own you, lock stock and barrel. In case you have forgotten let me remind you!" She bent down, prying my legs open. "Do you remember that little trip we took to the tattoo parlor the first week you joined my house? Where I had my initials inscribed to the inside of your left thigh?" She sure did. I remember it hurting like hell, the artist having his face close to my crotch, using one forearm to keep my legs from shutting tight on him. During the struggle, his elbow split my crack like a big dick, massaging my clit, causing my pussy to lubricate itself. As part of my training, my box was shaved clean, smooth as a baby. I was not allowed to wear any undergarments, not even in that public establishment, further emphasizing my sub-status. Anyone walking up could look straight into my cookie's bright pink innards, seeing the depth of my vaginal passage.
I felt so degraded, yet sensuous. I know this was not the first time this man had done this type of work for Mistress Denise; he seemed to take forever placing his needle and ink on my thigh, all the while grinding that elbow into me. I soon forgot about the pain: my pleasure was that great. Maybe that was one of my lessons: associating pleasure with pain. I did not know. A virgin who had just turned eighteen years old I had been brought up in a strict but loving household. As a 'nice' girl, I was not allowed to stay out later than my curfew, not even on weekends. How did I get involved in the master/sub lifestyle? After graduating high school, although my grades were good I was unable to get a scholarship to attend college in my state. A close family friend offered to get me into one in their state.
That was the beginning of my new life. I moved away from home to a new state, a fresh start. Entering college, I looked around and found a group to pledge to. They were very close knit. The pledging was where I got into the sub-lifestyle. Initiation trained us in those very traits. How was I to know any different? I thought it was a part of the hazing. In order to be accepted we initiates had a 'Hell Week' which was spent under the tutelage of Mistress Denise breaking us of our old habits, followed by a month of molding us to be shining stars for our future masters and mistresses. Then we were farmed out to them, getting our education during the day; pleasing our owners on nights and weekends. They were paying for our educations. They wanted highly intelligent, beautiful women trained in the art of servitude and pleasure. Our roles were set for us.
Chapter 6
Oh, what a week it had been for me. After getting a severe spanking for thinking contrary to Master John and Mistress Julia's wishes [as if this girl knew what went on in the mind of a Dom/Domme!] Mistress Denise spent a long time talking with my Master John. They came to an agreement, which was not to my liking: I had to spend more time being trained, or retrained, or whatever they wanted to call it. Bottom line: I was being uprooted, leaving my home of the last seven months, and going with Mistress Denise. I was pissed! Before I knew it, I opened my mouth.... Why had not I learned my lesson yet? Master John put me over his knees not for the gentle warm up spankings that make my pussy flow like a river but the one that painfully reminds me 'Ceres, you gave up your right to be in control when you entered into the life of a submissive.' Oh, yes. That one.
I know this was a brand new century, women had gained the right to vote, work outside the home, even earn more money than a man if they so chose. They could even run for political office! However, that was them. I entered into the service as a submissive, with different goals and expectations. My duties were to make sure that my master's wants and needs came first; if he chose to grant me small favors and gifts as I earned them then I should feel gratified that I was worthy of them. Therefore, I was leaving the house on a sour note.
Being retrained was ten times harder the second time around. The first time there was a certain amount of leniency, knowing that the initiate was being molded into a new creation. There were certain things a new girl could do without being punished. Ignorance of the laws was a reason if she had never been instructed otherwise. That changes once knowledge has been made known to her. Trust me: if you are slow and dim-witted, this is not the lifestyle for you. You become an irritant to your master. This was for someone who willingly desired the freedom of knowing what her limits were, not running willy-nilly doing her own thing.
I was beginning to question my choices. Every day was spanking day for me. My poor bum felt so blistered my showers were very cold to relieve my stress. Mistress Denise made me so nervous I could not seem to get the simplest tasks done to her satisfaction, resulting in, you guessed it; a spanking. I wanted out of this hellhole. My rightful place was in the house of Master John, Mistress Julia and my sub sister Taliya. Maybe today I could be returned home. I truly hope so. I did not want to spend another weekend here. Mistress Denise told me that if I cleaned my room to her strict standards I would be allowed to see my master. I was so happy I felt like singing. Just then, the phone rang.
"Hey," I answered.
"Is that the way you answer a phone, little girl?" the voice said menacingly. Damn! Mistress Denise! Crap! How could I have been so dumb and careless?
"N-no, never. Please forgive this girl, Mistress Denise," I said, fear making my voice quaver. I did not want to blow what little privileges I had accrued to date, especially since I was due to see Master Friday, tonight.
"I want your room to be clean in five minutes, Ceres. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Mistress. I understand you."
"Good. I will be home in ten minutes sharp. Be downstairs and ready for your daily spanking. Are my wishes clear?"
"Yes Mistress. Um, Mistress, may I ask a question please?"
"Go ahead, little girl."
"When can I go home, Mistress? I really miss my master." I hoped I had not hit one of her raw nerves. Getting on her wrong side could earn me extra punishment as well as retraining time for being disobedient.
"I'll be home promptly at 2 p.m., in another ten minutes. I want you to have your clothes ready to go out tonight."
"But ma'am isn't my master coming over tonight? Won't we miss him?" I was desperate, risking my behind, or worse, by pursuing this line of questioning when she made it clear by not answering my previous ones. I had better shut up and play along with her. 'The sub gains her pleasure by learning to please the master.' I did not need a touchup to remember this.
"No, Ceres," Mistress Denise said with a note of impatience creeping into her voice. "All you need to know is we will be seeing your Master John and Mistress Julia tonight," she stated mysteriously. My heart lifted.
"And Taliya too?" I asked hopefully.
"We'll see." No other information was forthcoming, but it was enough for me. I was getting to see them tonight! Mistress Denise ended the phone call abruptly by hanging up on me. Fine. As if that hurt me. Time was waiting': this girl had places to go, her people to see, as long as I passed inspection. Hanging up the phone in its cradle, I raced upstairs to fulfill my duties. My room seemed clean enough. I was setting out my clothes when I heard Mistress Denise's voice downstairs.
"Ceres, why aren't you here in place for your daily spanking!" I looked up, startled. It was not two o'clock yet, nor had ten minutes passed. Shit! Don't tell me she set me up by making her call from around the corner, just a minute's drive away, knowing that there was no way in hell I would be in place when she arrived! My heart sunk lower than the Titanic's final resting place. Was my weekend ruined? Would I get to spend time with Master, Mistress and maybe Taliya? I agonized over these and more questions as I walked slowly out of my room downstairs to face the wrath of Mistress Denise. I could feel the heat of her anger pouring out of her eyes, like lead from a blast furnace. I knew I was in trouble again. I felt it. However, this time I would not volunteer any information to wriggle my way out of trouble.
She had me dead to rights. I would take my punishment, as a good sub should, I told myself. Maybe next weekend I could meet my family again. I held back my tears of disappointment from leaking down my face. In silence, I stood in front of her.
I was scared to the point of almost freaking out. She said I had ten minutes, yet here she is at the front door; it is four minutes until two in the afternoon, and I am not in my place for my afternoon spanking, my pussy shaved and oiled as if it was supposed to be. If I had three more minutes, I could have done it. 'If wishes were horses beggars would ride' was the old saying that ran through my brain. Please Gaia; do not let her take me to my room just yet. Mistress Denise walked in my direction. I should have walked to her but my feet seemed to have taken root in that very spot. Reaching out to me, she spoke.
"Ceres, why weren't you in your place and ready for your afternoon spanking?" I could not think of a way to weasel myself out of this situation. Taking her hand reluctantly I looked down at the ground. "Answer me please, Ceres." Too upset to care I told the truth.
"This girl is sorry ma'am. She thought she heard you say one thing, but she misunderstood what you meant. Please forgive this girl for her negligence." There. I said it, and meant it too. Mistress Denise looked at me strangely.
"You still have a spanking to get. Now let's go!" She grabbed me by my arms, dragging me to her couch. She did not spare my poor bum. Twenty lashes later, I sobbed quietly in her lap. This is what I get for living the submissive lifestyle, I thought to myself. I would run away but I never got far, and it earned me extra chores, as well as more punishments. Stroking my head lightly I was calmed by Mistress Denise's ministrations. For the life of me, I could not understand why she was being so nice to me. I hoped I was not in more trouble. My poor rear end had more mileage on it than a set of used tires. Mistress Denise spoke.
"It's time to check your room, Ceres. Let's go." Standing suddenly I almost fell from her lap. Grabbing me by the arm, she half dragged me to my open door. Strange. I thought I had closed it. Entering ahead of me, she stood in the doorway surveying my work. "Very good job; I'm very proud of you. Come here, my little kitten." Now I was nervous. These terms of endearment were never heard falling from her lips to my ears. I moved into my room as if my feet were encased in cement shoes. What I saw made my heart plummet to the ground.
"Ta-Taliya! How did you... when did you...?" Turning to Mistress Denise I stammered," Ma'am, I don't know how... when...I don't know...I swear, Ma'am, I didn't do this!" I was terrified. Taliya, my tall sweet sub sister, a vision of beauty, standing in the middle of my room. I could not fathom the kind of punishment involved in an offence like this. Wringing my hands my eyes pleaded for mercy.
"I know you didn't, Ceres. I did." A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders, replaced with confusion.
"Mistress Denise?"
"Who is your Mistress? I only recall you having one." Was that Mistress Julia? I knew she was real when I felt her arms around me, hugging me from behind. No, I was not seeing things, nor was I hearing them. Both Mistress Julia and Taliya were real living creatures, standing a few feet from me. The dam of repressed emotions crumbled as I sobbed in relief, tears flowing freely. My legs gave out from under me. Falling to my knees, I remained there, bawling like a baby. Taliya rushed over catching me before my face hit the ground. I welcomed the love I was feeling. For too long I felt I had been starved. Her arms felt so good, so comforting. She gently stroked my back as my tears soaked her shirt.
"Ceres!" I heard a familiar roar behind me. Master John! I turned around, seeing his cold blue eyes. I was happy to see him. Did not he feel the same about me? Again, I was confused. There was something going on but I could not quite put all the pieces together. Why was he furious with me? I really wanted to go back home with him. Did not he realize that?
"Denise, we will like to have a word with you; let's leave the girls alone. That means no sex, no nothing. Do you understand, Taliya?" said Master John, his voice intense.
"Yes Master," Taliya said. I looked at Mistress Denise and nodded my understanding. I knew if I were to mess up now not only would my master punish Taliya but Mistress Julia, Mistress Denise and me as well. That would not be good for anyone at all.
It was a good ten minutes before I moved away from Taliya; her shirt was wet from the tears I cried.
"I am so sorry, sis. I did not mean to get your shirt wet. If you wait here I can get you a new one." I moved to my closet. I grabbed the first one I saw, a beautiful red silk number. "I will wait in the hall 'til I know you're okay."
"Really, Ceres. You do not have to do that. It is fine. It'll dry in no time on its own."
"Just put it on please." As I handed her my shirt she looked at me strangely, fingering the smooth material. Perhaps she was not going to change, or did not like what I had chosen. Nevertheless, she did not hand it back to me either. I took that as a 'yes' vote. I could almost read what was going on in her mind. The thought had crossed mine as well. It had been a while since we had enjoyed each other's company. Master did not have to know if we were careful.... Taliya looked me straight in my eyes, slowly starting at her top button, moving down to the next one. I licked my lips, feeling myself growing wet. Blushing wildly I stepped into the hallway to remove myself from temptation. That was a close one.
Once the spell was broken, I became more aware of my surroundings. Why was Master John yelling at Mistress Denise? Even though I could not make out the words, it must have been important. He did not raise his voice over petty crap. I heard footsteps approaching me. I hoped that Taliya had finished changing into my shirt. When I turned around, I saw that she had. A sense of relief washed over me. Still, something was ... not right. I could feel a tension between us. I had to find the underlying cause of it.
"Taliya, can I ask you something please?"
"Sure. What's on your mind, sweetie?" she answered pleasantly. This might not be so hard after all.
"Well... um... do you know what's going on?" Taliya stood up suddenly. Her height made my red silk blouse seem short on her as it exposed her taut smooth belly, her defined abs. By the Gods, she was making me hot for her touch.
"That's against the rules, Ceres. I can't tell you anything and you know that." Sighing, I looked at her.
"But Taliya, please, I'm begging you; I've got to know what's ...." I stopped short. Mistress Denise was standing in the doorway. I did not like the look in her eyes.
"What do you 'got to know', Ceres?" Mistress Denise asked ominously.
"Nothing at all, ma'am. It is not for this girl to know what you do not tell her. She meant no harm. Please forgive this girl for not minding her place."
What happened next I would never forget that for as long as I live. Mistress Denise seemed to move Matrix-like across the room to where I was standing. A nanosecond later instead of standing by the door my face was pushed into my bedcovers, my beautiful butt was up in the air, naked, exposed to the world, my pants and panties lying like a pool around my feet. My surprise was total, especially when the stinging 'snap' of a belt snaked around my brown globes, covering both cheeks. One, two, three... and one I counted mentally until ten lashes had decorated my bum. Taliya was sitting next to me but I did not look at her. I was silent as long as possible, but when blow number eleven kissed my cheeks it was too much for me to handle. Evading her grasp, I kicked out of my clothing, running for the bedroom door.
"Ceres! Get back here right now, young lady!" I froze; knowing that running further would now earn me her full wrath. Moreover, that of my master. Turning slowly I faced her. A fire shone brightly in her eyes, burning deep into my core. Head bowed I slowly dragged myself back to face her. "Taliya! I want you to sit here on this chair. You are to hold her down, keep her there, or you will be facing my lash next. Is that clear! Now wait for my return!"
"Yes ma'am." Taliya replied nervously. I could see the pity she held for me in her eyes. I lay down with my head in her lap, so close to that pretty pussy I would dearly like to lick. She could be so hot at times, really turning me on. However, the unknown was threatening to overpower my senses. Mistress Denise left the room. Taliya had a tight hold on me, as she had to wrap her arms around my back, locking them under my breasts. Her hands could not be seen unless you were under her but she was fingering my nipples under my thin blouse, making me squirm.
It would look like I was trying to get away from her when in actuality I was writhing with desire. I was breathing heavily with desire when Mistress Denise strode back in about ten minutes later, stripped down to almost nude, her shiny black leather boots, black leather Daisy Dukes style shorts so tight that I could see her cunt lips splitting her crotch. Her top was a tight white bodice, laced up so tightly that I wondered how she could breathe. Her white elbow length gloves with the fingers cut off exposed her flawlessly manicured red fingernails. All this for a spanking? She was going all out. I wondered if Master John was behind this. He was known for pulling strange stunts like this. She was hot looking. Hell, I would eat her pussy in the mood I was in! However, that item she had hidden by her side...?
No! That was her cat-o-nine tails, her favorite tool for breaking the most stubborn of wills. Its handle was made of braided leather, very tightly woven until it felt as tough as steel, with the tail composed of nine strips of leather, knotted at various lengths, capable of spreading its wrath over a large surface area. She swished it against her leg, its strands snapping harshly.
"You have been very bad, Ceres. I have been patient, but Master John is not. You can make this easy or tough on yourself. The choice is yours. I am prepared to do what it takes to break you, starting with my little 'cat' friend here."
"I'm tired of waiting for results, Denise! Break her; break her any way you can; just get it done! I want to take her home today! It's her birthday and would be a wonderful gift for her." Master John said.
"Yes, a great gift." Mistress Denise said. Then the flogging started. She spared nothing assaulting my rear. "Say it, Ceres, I won't stop until you do," she hissed between stripes. I tried to be brave, to find my limit. Sobbing loudly I kept thinking 'I can take one more, one more'. Down rained the cat, red welts blistering my buns. "Say it, Ceres; just say it!" My throat was raw from sobbing. My cries could have awoken the dead, so loud was I, but I did not want to call out that one word that could have ended this. Taliya had an iron grip upon me. Perhaps it was my imagination but I swore I could feel her hot tears hitting my naked backside. Then one blow snaked around my body, the knots hitting the fleshy part above my shaved pussy. I screamed in real agony, my body broken. I could not make my voice loud enough to prevent a few more lashes from doing their damage.
"Red ... red ... red ..." I croaked out softly. I was not sure Mistress Denise heard, but apparently, she did. A sudden silence filled the room except for the sound of Taliya and me sobbing. She had done it; she broke me, my body and will shatter into a million pieces. Too weak to move I knelt there, afraid to breathe, but needing to. I wished I were dead now so the pain would go away.
"Taliya, you can let her go now. Help her get cleaned up too. Carefully now. Put some salve on her bruises. She is in no condition to travel tonight. John, I hope you and Julia will be my guests this weekend. We can celebrate Ceres' birthday here, if you like. You will find my accommodations very comfortable, and I am a great hostess, if I say so myself." Mistress Denise started to lead them from the room but before he left Master John came over to me, softly stroking my damp hair.
"You have made me a very happy master, Ceres, very happy indeed. Get yourself cleaned up, and then come downstairs. Moreover, bring your training collar with you. This is the dawn of a brand new day for all of us." Kissing me gently on my forehead, he left the room with the others. Taliya had stopped crying now, my red silk blouse now soaked with her tears. She surely was going through some clothes today. Wrapping her arms around my underarms, she practically lifted me to my feet. Trying to stand I almost fell. My legs were numb, uncoordinated. I was half dragged to the hallway bathroom where my remaining clothing was discarded on the floor, Taliya doing the same, as she had to bathe me. Just like old times in our home when Master would let us bathe together.
She turned on the shower, making it ice cold to ease the heat of my fevered body. Faintly I remembered doing this for her not so long ago. I shivered uncontrollably in spite of myself. Taliya, bless her heart, took me gently in her arms, sharing her warmth with me. As Mistress Denise ordered, she cleaned me up, very carefully. I had seen my butt in the mirror behind the bathroom door. My bruises looked fierce, welts crisscrossing my lower back and upper thighs, puffy lines intersecting everywhere. In time, they would heal. There would be no scarring, as Mistress Denise was careful not to break my skin. A good trainer had that kind of finesse, and she was very good. The water felt so soothing flowing over my body, rinsing away my pain. In addition, with Talia's touch... I was getting excited all over again. I sighed softly, leaning into the crook of her neck. She stepped closer, her larger breasts swaying seductively in my face, nipples erect like tiny erasers pointing towards me. Automatically I opened my mouth, accepting her gift. Mmm. Heavenly was the feeling of her silky tit on my tongue.
"No ... nooo.... Ceres that is not allowed.... Oh yes, you suck me very good, girl. Stop; please stop before we are caught.... Aaaahhh shit, you know I love that. Stop Ceres. Please stop... stop... stop ...do not ... do not stop...do not stop...." She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis against mine, our shaved cunts kissing each other. I grabbed her tightly around her hips, not wanted her to escape my grasp. A week without sex plus the spankings was a turn on for me, as well as the taste of her juicy twat. I needed her right now, just as she needed me. Hungrily I licked and sucked her nipple, feeling it grow larger. Her moans came from deep within her being. Master could not please her as I could. He never would, because he could never be a female. His hairy body would never please her as my smooth skin would. She hated the male dick as much as she loved pussy, which was a lot. Slipping my hand between us, I fingered her clit.
Her legs opened wider to give me better access to her treasure box. One finger, then two, penetrated her gaping slit, her wetness amazing. She pulled my head closer to her; the double pleasure distracted her from her original duties. I was relentless in helping her reach her orgasm. She needed it, and I did too.
It did not take long for her to cum, my hand drenched with her love juices. Her hips bucked against mine, enhancing her pleasure. The water flowing between our bodies washed away all traces of our union, but the gleam in our eyes could not be hidden. It was our little secret. Master John had gotten my birthday gift when Mistress Denise broke me. This was mine to Taliya. Perhaps Mistresses Julia and Denise would get some as well, but for now, this would have to do. Reluctantly we broke our embrace, getting back to the matters on hand. The last thing we needed was one of the others investigating us. Taliya would pay dearly, being the elder sub as well as the one charged with my care. We stepped out of the shower, Taliya using a huge white fluffy towel to pat me dry, especially where I was disciplined recently. Looking in the medicine chest, she found Mistress Denise's salve, which she applied liberally, its cold cream feeling very soothing. I felt much better now, able to walk more normally.
Amazing how the effect of a sweet sexual encounter can be with Taliya. While she was strictly into women, I went both ways, looking for the pleasure of sexual relief. It mattered little where it came from: if it got me off, I liked it.
Returning to my bedroom I found a brand new outfit laid out for me on the bed. A note left there said, 'I want to see you in this. Bring your old collar with you when you come down. It is time for you to become a full member of our happy family. 'Taliya helped me put on a black lace push up bra which made my breasts twin brown globes with a hint of nipples showing. Then I put on my new black lace panties, followed by a black garter belt. Sheer black stockings completed my undergarment ensemble once I attached them to the garter belt. Shiny black patent leather shoes with three-inch stiletto heels made my legs look longer and sexier.
I shrugged into a midnight blue silk blouse that felt as heavy as a whisper upon my shoulders, followed by a pleated black silk micro mini skirt. Once I added my makeup of a light blush, a touch of peach lipstick, and light green mascara for my eyes, spiriting myself with Cherish by Revlon to smell extra special. White pearl teardrop earrings were my final touch. I admired myself in the mirror. Yes, I was hot, and I did not care who knew it. Taliya beamed from where she stood beside me.
"Go now, dear sister, and get your reward." She handed me my collar. "This is your time to shine. Enjoy it." She left the room, going downstairs dressed in her original clothing, since her shirt had dried while my red silk blouse was now soaked. Taking a final look at my image I carefully walked out of the bedroom, collar in hand, to present myself to my Master and Mistress. Down the stairs I went, stepping as carefully as a Miss Universe contestant meeting the world does. Coming around the corner, I found in the living room Master John, Mistresses Julia and Denise, and sweet Taliya.
Eyes lowered I walked to him, then knelt, presenting my old collar in upturned palms, as a proper submissive does. Master John took it from me, handing it back to Mistress Julia. I waited to see what my new collar would feel like but instead of the familiar heft of leather, something light and cold was placed in my palm. An ice cube, I thought to myself. What a strange item.
"You may receive your gift now, Ceres." With that, I raised my head and saw not a piece of ice but a shiny silvery ring. "Gold is for lovers, but platinum is for you, my precious Ceres. Welcome to your new home." With that, he gave me a big hug. I burst into tears, of joy this time, not pain. My dream had come true, finally. I belonged to a family of my own and it happened on my birthday, October 14. To this day I still wear this ring, my symbol of a dream come true as well as my status as a member of Master John and Mistress Julia's family.
