Cierra tugged against the scarves. “I am excited, scared, and so fucking horny!" It was not the cool air that caused her nipples to stand erect.
Juliana laughed. “Good. Your master will be pleased.”
Cierra wiggled at the idea of pleasing a man, one who wanted her enough to purchase her for a lot of money. But, when she saw Juliana with the blindfold, Cierra started to whimper. She had so many bad memories of blindfolds. “Please, Juliana, please don’t blindfold me. I feel so helpless without my sight."
“It is your master’s wish. Therefore it is nonnegotiable." Cierra swallowed and nodded at Julie’s words. Dr. Sells secured the black blindfold behind the female’s head. “Goodbye. It has been a pleasure to meet you.”
As odd as the scene would look to the outside world, it all seemed very natural to these two owned females. Their goal, their duty, their job is to please their masters. Cierra responded, “Goodbye Juliana, thank you for everything. It has been so nice to speak with a happy contented slave.”
“I can only hope that the next time we speak, I will have the same pleasure. Goodbye.”
Cierra heard the bedroom door close. The eerie stillness of the unseen room was alarming, sending shivers over her naked body. She tried desperately to listen, to hear anything. Her cunt juiced as her nerves strained against the unknown. This is what she craved, fear mixed with the promise of pleasure and pain, and the allure of gratification. She longed for her clean body and the clean sheets to become soiled with the fluids of her and her master. Unconsciously, Cierra whined; she was on the verge of orgasm and no one had been near her pussy since before the auction.
Troy pulled into the Hilton’s parking garage and made his way to level three. There, in space seventy-two, as he’d been told was Derek’s large Dodge truck. Troy parked and got out. The two men shook hands, and Derek handed Troy a black duffle bag. Troy replied, “Thanks man. I owe you for this and another $10,000. I will have it for you tomorrow after the banks open.”
Derek shrugged. “This has been one fucked up night. I’m not worried about the funds. You can let Jules know when it is taken care of." He smiled a sly grin, “You will see her at the Wyatt Building. I don’t suppose you will be back to the Inferno anytime soon.”
Troy laughed, “I would suspect they will have my poster up at every entrance, forbidding my entry.”
“It was worth it. Besides, you don’t need what they have. You’ve got your own.”
“Damn straight. And now with my BDSM starter kit,” he held up the black duffle, “We are good to go.”
The two men talked about the twists and turns of the most incredible evening, as they made their way to Troy’s suite. As soon as they knocked, Juliana opened the door. Her sweet smile melted Troy as he watched her bow to her master. “Stand up, bitch. I want to feel your hot body against me.”
She obeyed as they both smiled into a loving embrace. “Oh, Master, I have missed you.”
Troy waited for a lull in their mutual admiration. Finally, he asked, “How is she doing, Doc?”
Juliana instinctively looked to her master. He nodded. She spoke, eyes demurely downcast. “Master Troy, she is as well as is to be expected. She has been through a lot in the last two weeks. He changed her name. It is now Cierra. She has no idea who owns her, but the shower and food were the greatest luxuries she’d ever encountered.”
Troy thought about Diana relishing in a warm shower or appreciating food served on the floor. It was difficult to imagine. “Derek, I have one more request of your slave.”
“I can’t promise my permission, but you may ask,” Derek answered.
“Dr. Sells, would you see Diana, professionally? I believe she will need help.”
Derek nodded to his slave, who answered, “Master Troy, she will need your love and support as well as discipline, direction, and correction. If you would like her to discuss this with someone, I would be honored to fill that role.”
“I can’t thank the two of you enough.”
Derek responded, “It is just so strange how it all turned out. What you did for Marcus. It was above and beyond.”
“I didn’t do it for Marcus. I did it for Nicole. That slut is special. He’d better appreciate what he’s got.”
Derek winked, “So do you think you might be interested in two?”
“I think the one in there,” he tilted his head toward the bedroom. “She’ll keep me plenty busy. The other one? Well, I just want to know that she is happy.”
Derek nodded, “I promise, she is in good hands with Marcus.”
They shook hands, went their separate ways, and Troy secured the door of the suite. He poured himself two fingers of bourbon, drank it in one swallow, and proceeded to the bedroom, duffle in hand. The slave on the bed was sleeping, peacefully bound. His cock jumped at the sight. Her hair may be red and she may answer to a different name, but he stood above
his
Diana,
his
fiancée,
his
bitch, and now
his
slave.
Troy didn’t give a fuck about her past or about what she’d done in the last two weeks or even last months. All he cared is that she is here. They are together. It had been an incredibly long day, glancing at his watch it was after one. Part of him wanted to climb on the bed, snuggle close, feel her warmth, nuzzle her neck, and fall fast to sleep. However, Troy reasoned -- that was the part that allowed his fiancée to be stolen out from under him. He needed to be strong, needed to be the master.
A smile spread across his face as he peered inside the duffle bag.
Oh yes, Derek thought of everything!
***
The warm shower, wonderful meal, camaraderie with Juliana, and clean sheets lulled Cierra into a false sense of security. That sanctuary exploded into pain as the sting of a well-aimed riding crop bit across her tender round globes. She fought the scarves and thrashed at the piercing pain. Another crack proceeded by a shrill whistle, exploded in anguish on her exposed pussy. She couldn’t hold back the scream, begging for mercy. “Oh, please, Master, that hurts!" The next two lashes hit her inner thighs instigating a whimper, as her eyes teared and pussy seeped sweet cum.
Troy noticed the growing sheen and taunted her cunt with the tip of the crop. He teased her clitoris and watched as she bucked against the touch. “Please, Master, please allow your grateful slave to please you." Again, he taunted her hole. She shivered as she begged, “Please allow your slut to come." Her master’s silence added to her uneasiness, maybe he didn’t speak English. Maybe he couldn’t understand her pleas.
Troy wondered how Diana would respond to BDSM. He didn’t need to wonder any longer. His slave was a natural. She received three fast hard whips to her stomach. The resulting welts rose incredibly quick. Troy fingered his markings, feeling Diana’s body quiver beneath his touch. He leaned down to rub his stubbly chin on her shoulders and neck. Her new hair style allowed easy access.
His chin contacted her skin as goose bumps formed and her nipples became erect. He watched her face contort in pain as he pinched and twisted the beautiful deep red nubs. As tears formed in her eyes, he released the pressure and slid his fingers into her wet hole. She no longer spoke full sentences, it was slave chatter mixed with pleasure, “Please… Master… Oh, I… May… I… Oh…”
Troy feared his cock would explode if he didn’t get it inside of her. He stripped fast, later he would learn that a few buttons sacrificed themselves for the common good. Climbing on top of her, he teased her cunt with the cum covered tip of his engorged cock.
“Yes, yes! Oh yes, Master, please fuck your slave.”
He wanted to taunt her, but he couldn’t. His cock penetrated her cunt, fitting perfectly. They were meant to be together forever. She moaned as he pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust. He pulled her ass toward him, assaulting her cunt with more power than he’d ever produced. Not even with Nicole had he felt the urgency he now possessed, to climb totally inside a woman.
Once his rhythm was beyond his control and her words were no longer comprehensible, he granted the permission that only a master can bestow on his slave. “You may come." They did, together, in earth quaking orgasmic fashion, on and on. His semen continued to flow as her body continued to convulse against the silk bindings. At some point, he untied her wrists and she immediately wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
When the mayhem finally calmed and the crescendo quieted to the reverberation of their panting breathes and beating hearts, Troy removed the blindfold. “You are mine forever. I am never fucking letting you go.”
Cierra buried her head in his massive chest. “This isn’t real." She began to cry, her sobs causing her breasts to flatten under his weight. “I don’t deserve this, not after what I’ve done."
“Diana, I own you. You have no choice but to obey me and to be completely truthful."
She nodded, looking up into the eyes she’d dreamt about, into the eyes she never thought she would see again.
“Tell me, honestly, do you still want me?" Troy asked as he moved slightly, causing his penis to rub her clitoris.
Diana tried desperately to swallow her tears, control her desire, and speak, “Master Troy, I have dreamt of this and prayed for this. But, I don’t deserve it. You don’t know what I have done.”
Troy reached for her chin and forced eye contact. “I have an idea, and I don’t give a fuck. I take responsibility for not being the kind of man you needed. You are a female and as such, weak. I allowed you to seek control elsewhere. You should know I beat the shit out of Liam today."
Diana forgot protocol and looked directly into her fiancé’s eyes. She smiled. “Really?”
“Yes. And he will not bother you again. If he so much as speaks to you, you are required to tell me. Do you understand?”
She nodded, “Oh, yes, Master.”
He leaned down to nibble her nipples. Diana’s back arched as she pushed her tits toward his mouth. After he’d teased and assaulted the deep red nubs, he said, “I purchased your freedom today, but you must choose to be my slave. You may walk away from me, from us, and from consensual slavery, or you can decide to relinquish that freedom to me." He taunted her cunt with his once again engorged cock. “Do you agree to be my slave forever?”
Diana’s eyes closed as she enjoyed her master’s thickness, “Yes, Master Troy, please keep me as your slave forever.”
“Things are going to be different. I will be the man you need and the master you need. I am now in control of everything you do. When you eat, shower, work, pee, and where you sleep.”
Diana could feel her pussy clench around his cock. It had never filled her as it did at this moment. His new power augmented his length and thickness. “Yes, Master, I will obey you completely.”
“I have some playthings here now, but we will get more. We will get a cage, dog bowls, a collar, and leash. Most importantly, you will wear a lock at all times. I want the entire world to know you are owned. No one will ever touch you again. Not without my permission.”
Diana snuggled into his embrace. They were still connected and it felt so right. “Master, may I ask something?”
Troy kissed her red hair and answered, “Yes.”
“What is my name?”
“Diana Reilly, Cierra is dead."
He saw her eyes soften, felt her exhale, and watched the tips of her lips rise with her cheeks. He continued, “And soon, it will be Diana Palmer." Troy swore he heard her purr. Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, he saw the tears begin to build. The expression of total submission and love reminded him of Doc with Derek.
Her voice quivered, “Master? You still want to marry me?”
“I would fly us to Vegas tomorrow, but your family deserves to see you wed." He rubbed his chin on her shoulder and felt her shiver. “And tomorrow you will call them and apologize for disappearing.”
“Yes, Master.”
He began to pump her again. She molded to the man who now ruled her world. Their in-sync movements met an abrupt interruption as Troy suddenly pulled out of his slut. She gasped, until she felt his hands untying her ankles. Within seconds, his cock was once again within her warm wet channel. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She obeyed. Seconds later, he had her against the wall, her legs still around his ass and her arms around his neck. The next time he took her cunt from behind, as she splayed her hands against the wall, obeying his commands. Minutes later, he had her bent over the sofa in the living room of the suite. He took her cunt, her mouth, and her ass.
They had never come more than twice in one night, until now. Diana belonged to Troy, and he was fucking claiming his property. Finally, nestled into the large bed, Diana pulled her body close. Troy surrounded her with his muscular arms. “May I speak?” she asked.
“I don’t ever want you to stop. I missed your voice,” his hands continued to claim his property, “and the rest of you.”
“Master, please don’t ever let me go.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. I plan to keep you on a very short leash. I do mean that literally.” Diana wiggled within his embrace, her totally satisfied pussy once again spasmed for more. “And,” he once again pulled her chin upward, their eyes met, “as for what happened with Liam before you were taken away." Diana closed her eyes and nodded. “You will be punished." Diana’s body quivered. “It will be harsh and intense. You need that. We are not spending our lives reliving what happened. Your punishment will allow you to release your guilt. Once it is done, you will be free to move on.”
Diana trembled, “I understand, Master. I trust you completely. May I ask, what will you do to me?”
“I believe it will be the cane, but tonight you need to learn another lesson.”
She fought the fear associated with caning. Diana knew she deserved the punishment. The idea, of her master – her lover, welding the thin wooden stick with love, not rage, made her insides tighten and her pussy clench. “Yes, Master, whatever you say. What do you want me to learn tonight? ” Her eyes glistened with tears of fear, but at the same time radiated with love and respect.
“You need to know that no matter what,” he hesitated and looked into her subjective eyes, “you are loved.”