Author's Note: This continues the story told in 'Subinatrix.' In brief, the narrator Eric is dating Casey a college student who aggressively introduced him to her submissive bondage fantasies. The name is derived from the idea that the sub was dominating the relationship. They unwillingly spent her summer break apart during which time Eric learned to take the dominant role in the relationship. Now she has returned.

Chapter 1

A beautiful Sunday morning dawned with birds chirping and a bright clean sky from last night's rain storm. After we spent the whole summer in a long distance relationship it felt right to have Casey back cuddling my chest. She yawned and smiled at me, "Oops sorry, morning breath. I'll make you breakfast!" Casey untangled her legs and stood up to stretch. Her breasts delighted me, each was just a little too large to hold with one hand and topped with a perfect pink nipple. She wrapped herself in a pink silk robe, barely long enough to cover the curve of her bum and left the bedroom.

Rousing myself I ventured into the master bathroom to shower. It was newly renovated with a tile floor, wide double sinks over new cabinets backed by a long mirror. The shower was wide enough for two, with a rainfall shower head on both sides and glass sliding doors.

The hot water flowed over my head and I pondered the evolution of my relationship with Steven Belafonte. Casey initially hid our relationship from her wealthy and powerful father. She was in Ireland, visiting her family for the summer, when the secret came out. Mr Belafonte reacted by digging into my past (thankfully clean), getting me fired at work and blocking all communication with her. Casey's mother intervened in our behalf and convinced him to allow communication and repair the damage to my career.

After meeting the patriarch and partially gaining his trust I was offered a summer job as project manager for four (eventually five) large home improvement projects. Successfully completing those projects earned some grudging respect from Casey's father who got me a job as a foreman with a construction company he owned. I was excited about the new job but even more excited to have Casey back for the school year.

Dressed in shorts and a t shirt I ventured downstairs to the enticing smell of bacon and coffee. Casey was arranging a stack of small pancakes with bacon and a knob of butter. We took our breakfast on to the brand new deck in the back yard and enjoyed the cool morning air. Tomorrow was Labor Day and the unofficial start of Fall but the air already felt crisp. On Tuesday Casey would resume classes and I would go back to work but we had the next two days to ourselves to get reaquainted.

I cleaned up after breakfast while Casey went upstairs to bathe and brush her teeth. Sitting on the couch in the family room, I finished my coffee and watched the Sunday morning political shows.

My mentor, Master Bill, had impressed on me the importance of planning ahead to keep your sub from getting bored. Despite that, I had focused entirely on Casey's welcome home scene and hadn't yet decided how to proceed with the remainder of the long weekend. He also said to listen to your sub's requests and fulfill them later when it fits your plan. There were several things I wanted to show Casey but above all I knew she wanted to see the basement rec room/dungeon. We played in it last night but she had been blindfolded the entire time.

Upstairs I found her blow drying her hair with her iPhone blaring pop music. "When you are ready I will give you the tour of my dungeon."

The hair dryer switched off and she muted the phone. "I'm ready!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck.

I swatted her butt sharply with one hand. "Your hair is still wet and unbrushed. I will be waiting for you downstairs... when you are ready."

"OK." She said meekly and picked the hair dryer up.

I waited twenty minutes before the music turned off and she came downstairs. She was wearing makeup, her hair was curled, and she wore a pretty blue sundress. "I am ready now Master Eric. May I see your dungeon?"

She took my extended hand and followed me into the garage. I opened the basement door and switched the lights on. Descending from the cement garage to the log cabin inspired rec room/dungeon was like entering another world. The evidence of last night's scene was where I left it. A magic wand vibrator sat on the floor next to the pile of Casey's clothes. A rope still dangled from an eye bolt magnetically fixed to the ceiling and more ropes lay tangled on the leather ottoman.

She silently walked to the ropes and touched them, no doubt matching what she was seeing with her blind memories of the night before. "This is where you tied me last night?" I nodded. Casey moved to the rope hanging from the ceiling and bent over underneath it with her hands crossed behind her back. She sat on the ottoman where I had tied her chest harness then on her knees with arms still behind her back in the final position where I entered her.

"Come see the rest." I showed her the large hidden closet where we could store our toys, the cleverly hidden tie down points on the various furniture and the switch that controls the magnetic system. The basement bedroom and bathroom were built at the same time, but had no secrets.

"Last night was incredible." She finally said. "It was like having my deepest fantasy come true." She hugged me tightly. "Did you learn to do all that this summer?"

"Yes. I took lessons from a nice couple named Bill and Linda Carrack. I wanted to keep the details secret so I could surprise you."

"What a surprise! You don't know how happy this makes me. Thank you!" She hugged me tightly and said, "I need to thank them too. Can I meet them?"

"Of course, I will arrange it. They want to meet you too. First though I want you to clean up this mess. Wash and put away the wand, untangle and store the ropes here, clean our fluids from the furniture and floor and take your clothing upstairs. I am going to contact Bill."

On my laptop I composed a brief message to my friend and mentor Master Bill.

"Good morning Master Bill,

Casey returned home last night and everything we practiced went perfectly. This morning I told her briefly about you and Linda and she wants to meet you and thank you.

Thanks for all your help and hope to see you soon,

Master Eric"

When that email was complete I composed another to the lawyer who had helped with the contract between Mr Belafonte and myself permitting the relationship with his daughter. She suggested making a legal agreement establishing our BDSM relationship as completely consensual and refuting any claims of abuse.

"Good morning Susan,

Miss Belafonte has returned to the states and I would like to schedule your time to discuss legal protection for our relationship. Please contact me.

Thanks,
Erik"

A short time later Casey was finished cleaning and announced she had to go grocery shopping. "The refrigerator and pantry are practically empty. You have been living like a bachelor! I'll be back in an hour."

I spent the time thinking about how to keep the momentum I had established by taking charge and being dominant. I had another partial scene planned out along with a few serious activities we needed to do together over the coming week.

She returned from the store and I helped bring in bags of groceries while Casey put them away. "Casey, I want you to start thinking about something." She looked up with a bottle of milk in her hand. "Start making a list of limits. Things you don't want to do in our sex life. Things you don't even want to try, things that disgust you or scare you."

"Um OK I can do that. Like choking? I heard some people like to be strangled but I don't want that at all."

"Exactly. Make a list. You can add to it any time if you need. Just say 'that's a limit' and I will respect that. This is important. I am counting on you to take it seriously."

"Um yes I will. Thank you actually. That's very sweet of you to care."

"As long as we are together it is my responsibility to care for your needs. Your list will help me do that."

My laptop beeped and I saw a new email had arrived from Master Bill. It read. "Is dinner tonight too soon? We could also do it during the week but you know that means Linda is in slave mode. Our place or yours?"

Casey had returned to the task of putting away groceries. "Casey? Two things. I want to know how you feel about meeting Bill and Linda either tonight or tomorrow? And our house or theirs?"

She thought for a moment and said, "I want to spend the holiday weekend just with you if that's ok? Can we go to their house later in the week so I can see where you learned?"

"That will work. You can get the full experience that way." I didn't elaborate that Linda would be naked slave Linda during the week.

Tapping out a reply to Master Bill I wrote, "I intend to give Casey all my time and attention this holiday weekend. May we come to your house any night after Tuesday?"

His reply came quickly, "Thursday, 7:00, our house. Please have Casey call Linda about bringing something."

I informed Casey, "We have plans with the Carracks Thursday at 7:00. I'll give you their home phone so you can call and coordinate what we can bring."

"Great! That will be fun. I can't wait to meet them." She ran her fingers through my hair at the temples making my scalp tingle. "Hi to you." She stood on tip toe and kissed me hard. Engulfing her in one arm and taking the back of her head in the other I returned her kiss with a fiery passion.

Gently holding both sides of her face, I broke the kiss and took a deep breath. "I'm going to take you right now." Squatting down I placed my shoulder against her waist and lifted her up. She giggled at the sudden indignity which I answered with a sharp swat to her ass. I carried her over my shoulder to the garage and carefully down the steps to the basement and set her feet on the floor.

Taking hold of her dress, I lifted it up and over her arms. The bra followed and a moment later her panties joined the pile on the floor. "Lean over the arm of the couch." I selected four short lengths of rope and confidently tied her ankles to the couch legs and stretched her wrists forward and tied to anchors hidden beneath the cushions.

I slapped both ass cheeks at the same time eliciting a yelp. "Are the ropes secure?" I barked. She struggled as I landed more open hand blows to her defenseless rump. "Are they too tight?" I was confident they weren't too tight but it was best to be safe. She shook her head no.

Grasping her just above the hips I lifted her up and ground my erection against her through my pants. She moaned in anticipation but I was going to make her wait a little longer. I walked to the cabinets with the hidden compartments for toys. The couch back blocked her view of me.

From her toy collection I selected a small vibrating butt plug and covered it with lube, keeping my lubed hand hidden from her. "The disadvantage of your position is I can't torment your lovely tits and I can't really do much with your mouth. But your delicious ass is completely vulnerable to me." I spanked it with my dry hand to make the point. My slippery fingers pressed into her crack and lubed the exterior of her small hole. She grunted when I pressed the plug against her anus. "Relax and let it slide in." She didn't relax but the plug was slippery and small and slipped in easily. I engaged the vibrator and walked to the attached bathroom to wash my hands.

When I returned she was grinding her pubic bone against the soft leather of the couch arm and moaning. I gave her half a dozen quick slaps on her ass and upper thighs. "Don't even think about coming without my permission." I reminded her.

"I won't Master Eric."

"Good girl. You like that butt plug don't you?"

She nodded enthusiastically but I spanked her again and she answered, "Yes Master Eric I like the butt plug." Her rump was turning pink where I slapped it repeatedly.

"Are you going to come from the vibrator?"

"No Master Eric. It feels really good, but it won't make me come."

I patted her butt softly. "Good girl, now lift those hips and let me see your goodies." She raised her ass up and I pulled her cheeks apart fully exposing the outside part of the plug and her vaginal lips an inch below. I stroked her lips, letting my first and second fingers slip between them. Stroking in and out, my ring finger slid over her clit and through her trimmed pubic hair.

"Mmmm thank you Master." She purred squeezing my fingers inside her. Knowing I had the right spot I increased my stroking to a frantic jerking off pace. I had to press my palm on the small of her back to keep her jerking hips steady. She began to beg to come but I refused permission, even warning her not to come. She screamed in frustration, trying to hold it back, but had no experience in holding back climax. The scream rose in intensity until it fell into shuddering groans as the orgasm washed over her.

I pulled my fingers out and asked in a dark tone if she had come without permission. "Yes Master Eric, sorry ... so sorry ... I couldn't hold it." She sobbed while the butt plug buzzed away.

"Count." I whispered in her ear.

My palm connected with her reddening ass. Over and over I spanked her on both cheeks and the backs of her thighs. She cried out, "One!" sniff, "two!" sniffle, "three!" she sobbed. Her count was only 12 when I reached 20 but I stopped and massaged her butt.

"You took that very well." I soothed. "Are you OK to continue?"

She turned her head and looked at me through tear streaked makeup and red eyes. "I am always ready to please my master." She sniffled though her mouth was smiling.

"Good girl." I moved behind her again and kissed her rump. Kicking off my shoes, I stripped my pants and boxers leaving me in socks and a shirt and pressed my aching hard member slowly between her pussy lips. Holding myself inside Casey's willing cunt I could feel the droning vibrations of the butt plug less than an inch above my cock.

Slamming into her doggystyle I felt my climax rising so I slowed my pace to draw it out. Casey was pushing her hips back to meet me with every thrust and breathing hard. I stopped and held myself against her thighs, "You have permission to come if you can come before I do."

I merely held on to her waist and let Casey do all the work as her ass cheeks slapped against my legs. Grunting with satisfaction I slipped over the edge and emptied my balls deep inside her. I gave her another half minute, adding light slaps on her ass and the sides of her thighs as she continued to hump herself toward bliss. My mental countdown reached zero and I pulled out. "Oooh I was so close!" She wailed. "Please come back Master."

"Are you telling your master what to do?"

"No Master." She said meekly, full of disappointment. "Thank you for coming in me Master."

"You please me by accepting my discipline slave. You will not come again today, but you may serve me further."

"Yes Master, let me please you." Her voice was earnest.

I loosed her from the ropes and inquired. "How long will the batteries in your butt plug last?"

"If they were fresh they last about 45 minutes but I lost all track of time so I don't know how much longer until they are dead."

"You will stay plugged until you finish cleaning. Clean me, then clean where you drooled on the couch and clean where you leaked come on the floor. Use your tongue first then go back with soap and water. If the batteries die you will come to me for replacements."

From the tip of my penis to the base and both balls she licked my come and her pussy juice carefully grooming my softened member. "You cleaned me well. I will be upstairs if you need more batteries."

I walked to the top of the stairs, opened and closed the door but sat on the top step to watch her work. On hands and knees she licked the floor next to the couch's arm rest where her wetness and my semen had dripped. After a minute she moved out of my sight to the couch cushion and licked up her puddle of drool. I sneaked out quietly and got dressed.

She came to me several minutes later. "Master I was nearly finished cleaning but ... my butt plug batteries died."

"Where are your spare batteries?"

"I don't have any spares." She admitted.

"Go finish cleaning. When you are done go through all your battery powered toys and make a list of all the batteries you need. Then put on your bra and dress and go to the store and buy extra batteries. No panties, and leave that plug in."

Her face blushed redder than her ass. "No panties and plugged outside?" She was abashed.

"Is that a limit Casey?"

She thought for a second and shook her head. "No Master. It's embarrassing but I can do it."

I pulled my naked sub into a comforting hug. "I'm proud of you."

She finished cleaning got dressed (mostly) and left the house. She was gone about an hour during which time I checked my email and found a message from Susan Quayle, the attorney with personal BDSM experience.

"Eric,

I have time to meet either early Wednesday morning or next Monday after 6:00pm.

Regards,
Susan Quayle"

Casey's school schedule printout was on the refrigerator. Early Wednesday would work for both of us. I fired off a reply email and closed the laptop. Returning to the dungeon I inspected Casey's cleanup job. It was good though her earlier work putting away the ropes could use some refinement. I would teach her to hang them properly next time.

Finally she returned with a shopping bag full of Ds, AAs, Ns and watch batteries. "The watch batteries took me several stores to find."

"Go to the bathroom, remove the plug, clean it and bring it back."

10 minutes later she returned and handed me the silver butt plug. Unscrewing the base, I replaced the two watch batteries, reassembled it and set it on the table. "My dear slave you have pleased me very much today."

"Thank you Master Eric." She sat in my lap and hugged me tight and kissed my cheek. "I love you Master."

I took her chin in my right hand and pulled her close for a kiss. "I love you too Casey." It was the first time I ever said those words and it felt just right.


Chapter 2

We both had Labor Day off work and school so we took the chance to sleep in. I often awoke with Casey's head on my chest and her arms and legs coiled around me. That usually meant she was already awake and had rolled in to cuddle until I woke up too. Kissing the top of her head I stretched out and she looked up into my eyes.

"Good morning my love." I greeted her. She answered me by running her hand down my chest, over my belly and cupping my testicles, squeezing softly. "Mmm that feels nice. Are you begging for another chance to come after yesterday?"

"I want to make you come." She poked me in the chest with her other hand. "If you let me come too I would like it."

"Bathe me first. Then we shall see." So far she had accepted my lead. Whenever she initiated sex I redirected her and it did it my own way in my own time.

In shower she washed me as I relaxed under the hot stream. She paid special attention to my penis causing it to become aroused but I wouldn't allow her to service me yet. When she had finished washing my hair I turned her around and hugged her from behind fondling her breasts, kissing her neck and pressing my vertical erection against her lower back but making no move for penetration.

I took shampoo and washed her hair, following it with conditioner and a body wash and a washcloth over the rest of her body. I nuzzled her pubic area with my nose and kissed through the soft short hairs but again made no move to penetrate her. I wanted Casey in a frenzy of sexual desire before I let her come again.

I turned the knob and the water stopped. I took a towel for myself and handed another to Casey. Midway through drying off she asked, "I don't understand, don't you want me?"

"Yes I do. But I have you right where I want you. Don't worry, you won't have to wait too much longer." I said vaguely.

She made us lunch and I did some paperwork to prepare for the next day at work. Casey assembled her textbooks and set out an outfit for the first day of class. We did little chores around the house and I watched Casey's frustration grow. It was late afternoon and she was preparing dinner when she asked in a hurt tone of voice if she had made me upset.

Realizing my strategy to build her desire was hurting her feelings I decided not to wait any longer. "Not at all my dearest. You make me very happy.

"Then why won't you touch me? Or let me touch you?"

"Come here." She left her knife on the cutting board and I enfolded her in my arms. "I am so happy to have you back." I murmured. "You have been perfect the last two day. Do you want to see the pictures I took on Saturday?"

Looking up at me she smiled. "Can I also see the pictures you took of me with the sleeve at the beginning of summer?"

"Of course. I will bring them up on the TV and we can watch them after dinner. You will love them. You look so sexy."

She ran back to the kitchen and hurried through the rest of her preparations. While she worked I went upstairs to the living room and inserted the memory card from my camera into the side of the television to confirm the pictures would display.

My preparations in the bedroom continued until I heard her call that dinner was ready. I ate the shepherd's pie slowly because it was incredibly hot, and to make sure my stomach was settled before performing the inevitable strenuous activities. I declined to have seconds, instead asking her to pack the leftovers for our lunches tomorrow.

She had waited long enough. "Let's see the pictures on the TV upstairs." She smiled from ear to ear, but showed enough self discipline not to run upstairs ahead of me. We sat next to each other on the couch and I turned the TV on. The first image displayed and Casey gasped. On the large screen she saw herself kneeling on our bed, gagged, blindfolded, arms bound in a leather sleeve pulled sharply behind her back, stretching her shoulders back and her chest forward. Her breasts were pulled away from her body by silvery nipple clamps. A sheen of sweat covered her body from the exertion of holding the difficult position.

"I couldn't even imagine it." She breathed.

Advancing to the next image was a zoomed in closeup of her breasts and stretched nipples. "Now you see why I had to take pictures. I had never seen something so exotic and so sexy."

"I can't believe that is me." She grabbed her breasts in sympathy for herself on screen.

The next picture was a closeup of her face. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold and her mouth was biting down on a large ball gag with drool running down her chin. "See how your jaw is set. Determined to hold this pose as long as I ask you to." She breathlessly nodded, remembering.

The next few pictures were from a side angle showing the strain on her shoulders and the tightness of the leather mono sleeve. Her buttocks and knees clenched tightly holding her torso as high as possible. From this angle she could clearly see how her breasts were actually lifted away from her body slightly and her pink nipples stretched out between the weight of her breasts and the cruel nipple clamps. Casey's reaction was wide eyes silence.

The last picture I took was again from the front, sweat was glistening over her whole body and a little froth could be seen around the lips. "At that point you started shouting into the gag and I let you down. What do you think?"

"I remember all that. I remember being exhausted and in so much pain but so turned on. Look in that last picture you can see wetness dribbling down my leg. That isn't sweat."

"Incredibly hot." I agreed. "Are you ready to see the pictures from your welcome home scene?"

"Yes please Master."

The picture of the bedroom disappeared, replaced with our dungeon. Casey was standing nude facing the camera. Her arms rope bound behind her back to a rope at her waist. Her chest was tied in an elaborate rope harness with her breasts wrapped tightly and standing out from her chest. I regretted not taking pictures with the nipple clamps still attached but the pink flesh was still pinched in evidence of their work.

Casey walked to the TV and ran her fingers over the patterns of the harness and around the image of her breasts. "I can't believe how good this looks. You must have practiced all summer. You made me look so hot." She gushed.

"I'm glad you like it, I did it for you."

She ran back to the couch and sat close beside me. "You did so much work for me. Thank you Eric. Thank you Master Eric." There were happy tears in her eyes.

"Even when you weep you are beautiful." I wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. The next picture was a close shot of Casey's smiling face, proudly holding her bound breasts toward the camera. After that a picture of her lying on her side on the ottoman with her knees tied to her chest and her arms useless behind her. The last image was a point of view shot showing my cock disappearing between her legs as she knelt ass up and tits down on the ottoman.

Casey was biting her fingertip lightly between her teeth. "What do you think of all that?" She was silent so I continued. "Just watching this slide show and remembering makes me impatient for you. See now?" I gestured to my penis standing hard under my trousers.

"May I please you tonight Master?" Her hands stopped short of touching me. Waiting for permission. I nodded and she expertly unzipped me and drew my hard penis out through my fly. Her mouth circled the glans and pushed my foreskin back over the ridge of the head. Running her tongue along the bottom made me shiver with pleasure.

Without stopping her ministrations, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, getting the zipper away from my tender flesh. Finally letting go with her mouth, she pulled my boxers over my erection and down my thighs with my pants. She dove down, taking all of my cock to the back of her throat, her tongue stimulated the whole bottom length of my member. I slowed my breathing and tried to focus on holding my orgasm back but her mouth was insatiable.

Not wanting to come just yet I pulled her head back with a groan. "You give a phenomenal blowjob Casey. If I don't stop you I would be finished too soon. Stand up and give me a strip tease."

My cock stayed rock hard as she danced and twirled down to just her panties. My pants were around my ankles as I watched her hands run over her sumptuous body. Squeezing her breasts, tugging her nipples, and slapping her own ass. When at last she dropped her panties she moved close and shook her ass and pussy in my face. God have mercy.

I grabbed her waist and made her sit on my knees with my rigid manhood rubbing against her lower back. I reached around and fondled her breasts and she had done, kissing the back of her neck. "Go stand next to the bed."

She rushed through the double doors between the living room and master bedroom and stood beside our bed with the wrought iron four poster frame. I learned a few things about her special bondage bed from its vendor over the summer. Stripping down to nothing I followed her into the bedroom. "Stand with you back to the bed." She obeyed. Attaching a leather strap to her wrist I stretched it toward the corresponding iron poster and attached it to a D-ring on a strap coming from inside the poster. I did the same with her other wrist and both ankles leaving her bound to the tops and bottoms of the posters in an X pose.

Reaching under the bed I found the control board. Four green lights were lit indicating the four straps I had pulled out to attach to Casey's wrists and ankles. I pressed the green lit button and the four straps tightened pulling her legs far apart and her feet up on to tiptoe while her wrists stretched for the ceiling.

I snapped a few pictures and grabbed my final accessory. She heard them before she saw them. The silver belled nipple clamps from Saturday's play session. She made no protest when I clipped them on her and only a small whine when I slapped her breasts to make the bell jingle. I took more pictures and asked if the straps were too tight or her joints uncomfortable. "No Master."

"Are you horny?" An unnecessary question but it would focus her attention on her needs.

"Yes Master Eric." Good. I ran my hands up the sides of her torso from hips to underarms and into the hair at the back of her neck, pulling her into my kiss. Casey's forced wide legged stance and her already being shorter than me required me to bend my knees to be of the same height. My hands continued to wander over her luscious body, lingering on her ass.

Gripping tightly on her butt I ground against her naked crotch. She tried to grind back but was stretched too tightly to move much. Kneeling in front of her I gave a wet sucking kiss over her needy clit and pushed two fingers inside. I made a come here gesture against the front wall of her vagina while my tongue danced lightly over the tiny rosebud. She moaned loudly and pressed her pelvis as far forward as her bonds would allow.

Maintaining the same pleasurable kisses brought her gradually to the edge of climax where I felt her hips tighten, trying in vain to squeeze together for just a little more pressure. She remembered to beg permission to come, "Please Master Eric, may I come? Please?" I hummed mmhmm onto her clit and she groaned loudly shaking her whole body causing musical notes to ring out from her nipple bells. At last she relaxed so I slipped my wet fingers out and stood up, licking my fingers.

"You can come as much as you want tonight." I whispered, laying kisses on her neck and chest. I knelt again and reached between her legs under the bed where I had stowed the magic wand. Pressing it between the folds of her pussy I clicked it to 75%. Her legs buckled and shook and her groaning voice seemed to vibrate at the same frequency as the massaging head between her legs. She whispered to herself frantically, "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming."

Her legs were completely slack and all her weight suspended from her wrists. I set the powerful vibrator down and stood up. Gently holding the back of her neck I looked into her eyes. "Do you like coming?" She nodded tiredly, her eyes open but unfocused.

Squatting down I slipped my erection into Casey's wet warm slit. She squeezed her nether muscles as my hardness filled her. To compensate for the awkward angle I held tightly to her ass and pounded into her, impatient for my own release. My chest rubbed against her nipple clamps, tugging them up and down with each thrust and causing her to cry out softly from the renewed pain. "You are so hot." I grunted in pleasure, spurting thick ropes of come deep in her overstimulated vagina.

I pulled out and stood up, placing my hand on her shoulder for balance. She was panting for breath, softly ringing her bells. She was hardly aware of my presence as I took the camera from the shelf and captured her beauty. Stretched in an X shape and covered with sweat, her eyes were only half open. Silver bells hung from clamps squeezing her nipples while a trail of come was leaking out of her abused pussy and down her inner thigh.

Satisfied with my pictures, it was time to let her rest. I squeezed the backs of the nipple clamps and set them aside. She let out a short scream as feeling suddenly returned to her tortured tits. Next I unbuckled the leather cuffs on her ankles, allowing her to close her legs and stand up straight. Lastly I released the wrist cuffs and hugged her to keep her from falling. I walked her to the side of the bed and lay her down on the soft sheets and covered her with the blanket. "Rest now."

I turned the lights off and crawled into bed spooning her back side.


Chapter 3

The long weekend was over and I had to go back to work. My alarm woke me early Tuesday morning and I stumbled into the shower. When I had finished and dressed I went downstairs to make breakfast but I found Casey waiting for me with coffee and a hot breakfast sandwich wrapped up to go. "Thanks babe. Your first class isn't until 10 right? I thought you would sleep in."

"I'll go back to bed after you leave for work." She reached up and kissed me on the cheek.

"How are you feeling after last night?"

She held her breasts through my oversized t shirt. "My nipples hurt a little and my pussy is sore. You gave me quite a fucking last night. It felt so good."

"Your shoulders are OK? And you wrists?"

"I'm fine. The cuffs are soft and spread the weight out. See? No marks." She held her wrists out for me to inspect.

"Good. I hope you have a good first day of class. I love you. Goodbye."

The work day flew by. A few scheduling problems arose but I was able to shift one of Frank Calvin's crews to cover the gap. I arrived home a little after 6:00 and was greeted by the smell of pot roast in the oven. Casey was reading a textbook on the couch in the family room.

"How was your day?" She called out.

"Pretty good. I was running around trying to find an available framing crew to fill in for a project that had to start early. It all worked out. How do you like your professors?"

"One of them is pretty spacey but the others are pretty good. Two of them I've had before."

"Good. I really want you to do well in your classes." I took a deep breath and launched into a more serious topic. "You know that I had to sign a contract with your dad allowing our relationship. One of the clauses in that contract covers abuse. I am concerned I might be accused of abuse if our kinky relationship came out so I made an appointment with an attorney tomorrow before work. I want you to come with me to discuss what we can do to protect ourselves."

She nodded seriously. "I didn't think of that. It's all consensual."

"Right, the lawyer will help us write a legal contract between ourselves stating the consensual nature of our relationship. She is in the lifestyle herself so she understand what we need."

"Oh she does what we do? Do you know if she is... master or submissive like me?"

"I didn't ask. I need you to drive separately because I have to leave her office and head directly to work."

"I can do that." The oven timer beeped and she got up to pull the roast out of the oven. "The roast needs to rest for a few minutes so go shower before dinner. You are all dusty and dirty from work."

15 minutes later we sat down for dinner. Between bites Casey told me she spoke to Linda and we were to bring a bottle of red wine and a baguette to dinner Thursday night. "She seemed really nice and she said they wanted to meet me ever since you told them all about us. How much do they know?" She sounded worried.

"When I met Bill I explained that you were very special to me and I wanted to give you a gift by learning how to do rope bondage and be a good master. Eventually I told them about how we met and how you introduced me to your bondage fantasies by tying yourself up for me." I explained honestly, hoping that I had not betrayed Casey's trust.

"So you trust them?"

"I do. They taught me everything I showed you this weekend. They are super nice."

"OK I trust you. What can you tell me about them?"

I explained how we met at the adult store when I was looking for information on rope binding. "They casually teach classes for beginning doms and subs, I think they are in their mid 50s and they live the Master/slave lifestyle Monday through Friday. By the way, she will be naked while we are there because it is part of their contract."

"By the way she's naked? That's a casual thing to say."

"Well I thought you knew, I told you she was naked during our training sessions."

"I didn't know you meant she was naked all the time." The idea seemed to intrigue her and she appeared lost in thought. She finally asked, "Would you like me to be naked all the time at home?"

Smiling I answered, "Since you brought it up, no. Undressing you is far too much fun. But I do want you to wear a skirt or dress when you are at home. Also no panties to remind you that you are always available to me. Except when on your period."

"I'll go change right now." She darted upstairs and changed from jeans and t shirt to a white blouse and mid length black skirt. She sat down across from me, I could see a lacy black bra under her blouse. "Do you want to see no panties?"

I shook my head. "No need to prove it. I trust you." We both needed some rest after the weekend's vigorous activities so we spent the night quietly reading and went to bed without further intimacy.


Chapter 4

I pulled into the mostly empty parking lot behind Casey. We entered the poshly decorated law office a few minutes before 7:00. The receptionist desk was empty but Susan heard the door and came out to greet us. "Good morning Eric, nice to meet you Casey, follow me to my office please."

We passed several dark offices down the hallway before reaching Susan's. We sat in soft leather chairs in front of her desk where she handed us each a draft of a confidential consensual sex contract. "This contract cover the basics. You are both of sound mind and legal age. You willingly and consensually engage in a BDSM sexual partnership with activities that can cause pain. You state that these activities are for mutual gratification and pleasure and do not constitute abuse. You sign it and I notarize it, then you each keep a copy. I recommend a safe deposit box. Do you have any questions?"

She talked so fast I hardly had time to think of any questions. Casey read it again and asked, "What do other people add to this contract? Eric told me you have one of these contracts for your lifestyle. What did you need to add for yourself?"

"Casey that's too personal, I'm sorry Mrs Quayle."

"It's quite alright and a smart question. I do have a contract like this with my husband and it includes a long list of limits. Limits are very personal and unique to each person. Ours includes prohibitions on visible marking, blood, adultery and exibitionism. Do you have limits you wish to add to the contract?"

I answered, "No, choking is the only limit we have discussed so far."

"I want to add no marking, no drawing blood and no cheating to my limits." Casey spoke up and Susan typed the additions. "Do you mind if I ask how your sub knows what limits to write?"

Susan chuckled. "Would it surprise you to learn that I am the sub in the relationship?" Actually it did surprise me. Her aggressive professional demeanor shouted dominatrix to me. But what did I know? She explained, "After a long day of being a bitch in the courtroom, sometimes I act like a bitch to my husband. He knows I need to relax so he drags me into the garage, hogties me, and flogs me until I can't sit down. Then he fucks me and sometimes I fall asleep before he even unties me.

"Our contract goes really deep into specifics because I don't have a safeword. I can't let go of my stress if I can safeword. That way I can submit myself completely to his discipline." Her mind appeared to wander momentarily then she was back in lawyer mode. "Back to your question about a sub knowing her limits. Your learn them as you go. Communicate new limits to Eric right away or he might hurt your feelings without knowing why."

Casey realized she couldn't produce a full list of limits and we decided to sign the basic contract with its short list of limits and revisit it later. Susan Quayle notarized it and we each got a notarized copy.

I left for the office and Casey drove to the university. Another mundane day of work and classes ended with us sitting at the dinner table discussing limits and contracts.


Chapter 5

I sat in Casey's car waiting as she ran into the bakery to get a fresh baguette on the way to the Carracks' Thursday evening. A bottle of red wine, our other contribution to dinner, sat on the floor on the passenger side. Casey hopped into the car with a long brown bag, "OK ready. Are you nervous? I'm nervous. I should have brought two bottles. Maybe we can stop at the grocery store and get another?"

"Relax Casey. You aren't on trial. You are meeting my friends. We're almost there."

Parking the car on the street, we walked up the the sidewalk through the white picket fences to the modest suburban home. I rang the doorbell and waited. The delay and telltale shuffling sound from inside told me slave Linda was coming to the door, likely hobbled in some way.

The deadbolt was drawn and the door opened. I had explained to Casey that Linda was a slave during the week and would be nude tonight. Despite the warning Casey's eyes got big and she stood there frozen.

Linda was in her mid 50s with a pretty face framed by long brown hair streaked with gray and pulled back in a ponytail. Her large breasts sagged with age tipped with wide brown nipples pointing at the floor. Each nipple had a permanent golden ring with a short chain running to leather wrist cuffs. She could only move her hands a few inches without yanking the nipple rings.

Her stomach was lined with stretch marks and her hips carried plenty of extra fat. Between her legs was neatly trimmed pubic hair with a few white hairs among the bush. A leather belt just above her knees forced her to walk with only her lower legs. Despite the imperfections from age and motherhood she stood dignified although fully exposed in an open doorway.

"Honey, let's go inside so we don't leave Linda standing naked in the doorway." Linda muffled a grateful sounding response through her ballgag as we entered the house. "Casey, meet Linda. She is Master Bill's wife and slave. Linda meet my sub Casey."

Linda said something around the gag that might have been "pleased to meet you."

After a moment Casey remembered her manners, "Very happy to meet you Linda."

Master Bill called out to me to join him on the back deck. Speaking to Casey I said, "I'm going to join Bill outside. You and Linda should get to know each other."

"Eric, she's gagged." Casey objected.

"Ask yes or no questions, or just tell her about yourself." I knew I was pushing Casey out of her comfort zone, but I wanted her to learn to obey me even when it was difficult for her.

Bill offered me a beer from a cooler as I closed the sliding glass door behind myself. He was tending a charcoal grill with steaks. "Did Casey meet Linda?"

"She did and it left her speechless for a minute. I left them inside to get to know each other. Casey objected on account of the gag so I told her to talk about herself or ask questions that could be answered with yes or no."

"That's a good way to handle it. How are you two doing?"

"Great, I think. Her welcome home scene was a huge success and I feel like I have the initiative now. She hasn't seen the slave contract I'm writing. But I already put a few items into effect, like no coming without permission and I told her to wear skirts or dresses with no panties while at home. She seems happy to do everything I ask of her."

"I'm glad to hear it. These steaks are ready, they just need to rest for ten minutes so the juice doesn't leak out when we cut them. Let's go inside and meet Casey."

Setting the steaks on the kitchen counter, we followed Casey's voice to the living room. "Do these hurt?" I saw her pointing at Linda's nipple rings. Linda shook her head no. "I would die of embarrassment if Eric told me to answer the door naked, for a stranger even. Aren't you embarrassed?" Linda nodded her head yes. "But you do it anyway?" Another nod yes. "You do it because Bill makes you?" She shook her head, then nodded, unable to explain for herself.

Bill spoke, "I'll answer for her. Linda is a reluctant exhibitionist. She doesn't want to be exposed to the world, but she craves the thrill of that possibility. Standing in the hallway behind the door the risk is limited. I ordered her to answer the door for you tonight to give her a thrill. Before I gagged her she told me she was anticipating being seen by you all day at work." Linda nodded along with Master Bill's explanation. "By the way I am Master Bill. You must be Casey. Such a beautiful sub you have here Master Eric."

Casey blushed at the praise and slipped right into sub speech, "I am happy to meet you Master Bill."

"She has such good manners, don't you agree Linda?" She nodded enthusiastically.

"She is amazing." I agreed. "Casey, tell Bill and Linda a little about yourself."

She spoke softly, "Yes Master Eric. I am 21 and just starting my senior year at the university downtown. My parents moved to Ireland a few years ago so I lived with my brother for a year until he graduated then I lived alone until I met Eric, er Master Eric, at a bar."

She paused to collect her courage and continued. When she finally started speaking her whole story flooded out. "I guess I should explain I discovered my interest in bondage as a little girl. My brother and his friends sometimes played cowboys and indians and I wanted to play with them. They laughed and tied me up as a captive and left me while they ran away. I struggled and cried to get free but they were long gone. I felt excited but was too young to understand why.

"When I was a teenager I remembered that feeling and fantasized about it. I tied myself up naked whenever I was alone. I used ropes and belts and panty hose. One time the knotted panty hose got too tight and I couldn't escape. Our housekeeper found me naked and crying. She cut me loose and I made her promise never to tell anyone. That was the first time I came without touching myself." She stopped again. "I can't believe I'm telling this story to total strangers."

"You're doing great Casey. They are our friends. Keep going if you can." I sat down next to her and held her hand.

"After my brother graduated he moved out and I had the house to myself and got really into self bondage. I bought one of those bedframes from Leather Steel and Irons and other accessories to play with myself but it wasn't enough. I was looking for a Master.

"So I met Master Eric at the bar. I was there looking for a one night stand but somehow I knew he was special. We got drunk and I tried to kiss him in the bathroom but I knocked him over and he hit his head. I called a cab and he helped me put Eric in the car. He had no ID so I took him to my house and put him in my guest bed."

I chimed in. "She put me in bed, stripped me naked and washed my clothes!"

"I never told you why I washed your clothes Master Eric. You peed on yourself when you passed out." She giggled at the revealed secret.

Bill exploded laughing. "You pissed yourself and she kidnapped you." He roared with laughter. Linda also laughed into her gag, tears streaming down her face. I had to admit it was pretty funny.

Casey continued. "I was still hoping to get lucky, so I made him breakfast and turned up the flirt. Then he dropped the news that he had a girlfriend but she was never around. He wasn't happy, but wasn't willing to cheat on his girlfriend. He said he would break up with her over lunch.

"I was still super horny from not getting any the night before so I hatched a plan to make him mine. I left a note with a door key and alarm code under the mat, then went upstairs and bound myself spread eagle naked to the bed, blindfolded, gagged and ears plugged. I waited a long time for him to come inside and find me. When he did he fucked me for the first time and I knew he was the one I'd been waiting for.

"I had just found the perfect guy but the semester was over and I had to go to visit my parents in Ireland for the summer. While I was out of the country he decided to learn bondage and be a Master. I can't tell you how happy I am that he learned from you. The last week has been a lifelong dream come true. I barely know you Master Bill and slave Linda but I want to hug you and just say thank you for helping us." She had tears in her eyes but her face was a broad smile.

Bill stood and opened his arms wide. She squeezed him tightly and said thank you over and over. Linda got to her feet carefully, still bound wrists to tits and knees belted together. Casey threw her arms around her and mumbled her thanks through sniffles. The gagged older woman slobbered a response that I couldn't make out.

Bill announced that steaks were ready and we walked to the kitchen while Linda hobbled slowly after us. "Casey would you please release the chains from my slave's tits so she can serve us?" Gingerly, my sub unhooked the short chain binding Linda's wrist cuffs to her nipple rings. Linda shuffled into the kitchen and prepared plates for each of us. Steaks, sliced bread, asparagus and salad with a glass of red wine. We took our plates to the table and Linda followed walking awkwardly.

"Casey, one more favor, please remove Lindas gag so she may join us in eating." She unhooked the clasp and pulled the large rubber ball from behind Linda's teeth.

Linda swallowed a few times and worked her jaw. "Thank you Casey. It is a great pleasure to meet you."

The meal progressed with light chit chat. Finally Linda cleared the dishes and hobbled back to the sink to wash them. We played some cards and finally left. Linda lugged Casey goodbye and made her promise to call with any questions about being a submissive.

On the road I asked Casey what she thought. "They are very nice. I was really nervous and Linda's nudity freaked me out at first but I got used to it. I like them." She announced with a smile.

"Next time I want you to be nude too, a sub like Linda."

Casey cringed and I knew I had pushed her too far. Quietly she said, "Master Eric I think that's a limit for me. Please don't make me be naked in front of other people."

"That's a limit." I agreed and squeezed her leg reassuringly.

We drove in silence for a few minutes until Casey started talking about dinner again. "I got Linda's cell phone number. She said I could call and meet for coffee if I had any questions. It's nice to have someone to talk to who has been there before. While I was sitting and talking with her, I kept imagining how she felt being naked in front of strangers. How her nipples must feel if the rings got pulled and how hard is it to walk with a belt around her knees? How did she feel gagged and unable to answer questions or join the conversation?"

"You have a lot to talk about already. I'm really glad you liked them."


Chapter 6

Work on Friday was unusually light and I was able to leave early. Two weeks ago Bill and Linda suggested I start writing a slave contract for Casey. They said putting my thoughts down in writing would help me to wrap my head about what being a master meant to me. Sure enough the document evolved from first draft and several revisions as I meditated on living by the contract for myself and for Casey. Since her return a week ago I observed all our interactions through the lens of the unsigned contract. Would this requirement or that nuance negatively impact our relationship or be unsustainable?

On the way home I stopped by a jewelry store. An older man approached and asked if he could help me. I was looking for a gold band with an engraving on the inside. He showed me a number of styles, from completely plain to ornate patterns and some with tiny inset diamonds. Choosing a yellow gold band I described the engraving and showed him the ring I brought from Casey's jewelry box for sizing. An hour later I had the ring in a small red decorative box in my shirt pocket and drove home.

Casey was just starting to cook dinner when I came in through the garage. "How was your day darling?" She called out. I was pleased to see she was wearing a pretty yellow dress and I was confident she also wore no panties as I requested.

"Not too bad. Next week they are adding three more crews to my responsibility so it will be hectic. How was your first week of classes?"

"Great. The senior level classes are challenging but I think I have a good handle on it. My professors are really interesting."

"Glad to hear it. Do I have enough time to clean up before dinner?"

"I just started. It won't be ready for half an hour. Go bathe your sweaty body." She held her nose in a mocking gesture.

The sweat and dust of the construction site ran down the drain as I relaxed under the hot stream. Tonight I would present the slave contract to Casey and she would either sign it or reject it. I was confident in our relationship but I couldn't help feeling nervous. I dried off and dressed in nice slacks and a button up shirt with the ring in my pocket.

She was still cooking when went downstairs. "You look nice." She remarked. "Is there a special occasion?"

"You look beautiful tonight. It seemed right to dress up a little." Smooth! I thought to myself.

"Oh thank you." She smiled at the compliment. "You are a shameless flirt though. Dinner is just about ready." On two plates she scooped a chicken thigh covered in a sticky dark sauce onto a bed of steaming rice and another scoop of steamed vegetables on the side. I carried the plates to the table where she joined me with two glasses of iced tea.

She told me about her classes and the heavy load of homework she already had the first week. We finished dinner and continued talking while I put the leftovers away in plastic containers for our lunches next week and she put the dishes in the dishwasher.

I moved to the family room and took a seat on the couch. "Casey come sit by me. I want to show you something." Here we go. I handed her the printed sheet.

She took the page with a puzzled expression. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder as she started to read.

Temporary Contract of Slavery

I, Eric Johnson, lovingly request that Casey Belafonte willingly submit herself to me as a slave for the period of three months (Friday 5 September - Thursday 4 December).

As the Master it will be my responsibility to care for my slave's physical, sexual and emotional needs. The slave's limits will be respected at all times and new limits will be abided by immediately.

Discipline will be used to enhance the slave's training as a submissive. The discipline will be administered in a safe manner. At all times the Master will make a safe word or gesture available to the slave. The safe word will be honored immediately.

The Master will never injure, harm or cause the slave to bleed. Nor will he leave any long lasting marks, or any marks that cannot be easily concealed by clothing. The Master will not choke, strangle, suffocate or otherwise prevent the slave from breathing. The master will not expose the slave publically. The Master will not have any sexual relationship except with his slave.

As the slave it will be Casey's duty to submit willingly and promptly to any commands given by the Master except where in violation of her limits. The slave has the right to set any limits she requires and add limits if necessary. The slave has the right to terminate the contract at any time.

The slave will communicate respectfully with the Master at all times. She agrees to accept any discipline the Master gives her within the boundaries of her limits. She will not hesitate to use her safeword if necessary.

The slave will not have any sexual relationship except with her Master. The slave must maintain or improve her overall GPA. During the week the slave will focus first on schoolwork. The Master will assist in maintaining the household with cleaning, cooking, shopping and other necessary chores while the slave prioritises studying for classes.

The Master/slave relationship will be in full effect for the weekend starting Friday when the Master returns from work. The slave will be responsible for preparing all meals, doing all cleaning, and other duties the Master may assign her. The slave will awaken her Master with oral sex Saturday and Sunday morning. The slave will never have an orgasm without permission.

While in the home, the slave will wear only a dress or skirt with blouse and will not wear panties as a symbol of her sexual submission. She may dress modestly as she sees fit outside the home. The slave will shave her underarms and legs as often as needed. She will keep her pubic hair trimmed short, shaven, waxed or use another form of grooming.

The slave will notify her Master at the first sign of her period. While menstruating she may dress comfortably, wear panties and will not be required to be sexually available.

If the slave requires time during the weekend to study she must inform the Master immediately.

The slave will wear a symbol provided by her Master as a sign of his ownership.

This contract is not legally binding, however early termination of contract will permanently end the relationship between Miss Belafonte and Mr Johnson. Casey may refuse to sign the contract without any repercussion.

Master's signature _____________
Slave's signature _____________

She read the contract silently while I nervously waited for her response. "I have a question. Why break up with me if I break the contract?"

"I want both of us to take it completely seriously."

"Can we negotiate that part?"

"No. You can add limits but no other negotiations."

"I can't think of any limits I need to add. What is the symbol you want me to wear?"

"I will show you if you sign. If not, I tear this up and we keep going as we are."

She thought hard about it and said, "I'm really excited about this. I love everything about our relationship and I want to take it to the next level. Do you have a pen?"

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I let it out in relief. The end table on my side of the couch had a drawer with pens are other things like tape and playing cards. She took the pen, signed her name and handed me the contract. I signed it and took the box from my pocket. "Casey Belfonte, I happily accept you as my slave for the next three months. Proudly wear this token of my ownership on your right ring finger.

She tried to remain serious but couldn't keep the smile from her face. The ring was yellow gold and slightly wider than most feminine rings. Engraved on the inside were the words "Eric is my Master." She examined the ring and slid it on her fourth finger. "How did you know my size?"

"I borrowed a ring from your jewelry box that I saw you wearing on that finger."

"I love it! I'll wear it happily, knowing I belong to you." She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Master Eric? I have something to tell you. My period probably starts tomorrow. And I have lots of homework to do this weekend. I'm sorry."

I smiled. "It's OK. I meant it when I wrote you need to put your schooling first. How much time do you need for your homework?"

"I can do it in less than six hours but I have to split it up or I won't remember most of it."

"Take the time you need to study Saturday and Sunday. Tonight you are mine. Show me that you obeyed and didn't wear panties." She lifted the skirt of her dress to show me her naked slit.

"I obeyed. See how wet I got reading your contract Master?" She spread her lips showing the glistening moisture.

"Good girl. I knew you would obey. Take your dress off. Good, now your bra, good. Come with me." I led her naked through the garage, down the stairs to the dungeon and put a blindfold over her eyes. During the week I had ordered a few new toys and was eager to try them out on my slave.

"Bend over and put your hands behind your back." Using leather cuffs for the sake of speed I tied them off with rope to an eye bolt on the ceiling and tightened the rope so she was forced to remain bent over with arms high above her back. The first toy was a two foot metal bar with cuffs for ankles and wrists. I cuffed her ankles forcing her legs farther apart and forcing her to raise her arms higher.

The next toy was an silicon ring I could stretch around a vibrator or dildo. The ring had two wide clamps that would pinch the wearer's labia and hold the dildo inside her at the adjusted depth. I chose a long vibrator and secured the ring to it. Starting the vibrator I toyed with her, touching it to her sensitive clit and running it over her inner thighs. Finally I pressed it into her hungry pussy. She moaned and wiggled her hips. "Slave your safe word is red. Red means stop and we are done for the night. Green means go. Yellow means you are close to calling red. Do you understand?"

"Mmhmm." She moaned. I pulled the vibrator out and slapped her ass hard. "Yes Master Eric I understand!" She corrected herself. The vibrator went back in and I clamped the ring to her pussy lips. She yelled that it hurt but my only response was to increase the vibrator speed.

This was the first time I had done anything painful to her vagina and I was curious to see if she could handle it. To see how painful they were I tested them on the skin of my penis with this same vibrator. It hurt a lot but was bearable for a long time.

Her protesting calmed quickly so it was time to proceed. Unhooking the wrist cuffs from the ceiling rope, I straightened her to a standing position where the weight of the vibrator would hang from the clamps squeezing her vulva. She grunted through clenched her teeth and breathed hard but held her tongue. I reattached the cuffs in front, then tied them above her head so she was shaped like an upside down Y.

"You look beautiful slave. I am going to take some pictures."

While recording her beautifully stretched body she started to shake a little. "Master may I come? I'm getting close."

"Not yet slave. Hold it." I knew she couldn't hold it.

She held her breath and shook her legs desperately but the vibrator soon overpowered her. "Oh I'm sorry Master I couldn't hold it. I'm coming!" I continued to take pictures of her, recording the beautiful expression of desperation and bliss on her face.

"You did well by asking permission and admitting your disobedience, but you still came without permission and must be disciplined."

"Yes Master." She sobbed. The vibrator was still buzzing deep in her cunt. I clicked it off, leaving its weight suspended from the clamps on her pussy lips.

Her breasts heaved enticingly with each deep breath, they were my next target. I had a length of pink ribbon with a loose knot tied at each end. Holding a breast with one hand I slipped the knot over the nipple and pulled it tight, repeating the process on the other breast.

The ribbon hung lightly between her nipples down to her naval. Picking up the slack ribbon I pulled away. The knots tightened and her nipples stretched, carrying the weight of her breasts away from her body. Casey made an agonized sound. Unable to drag her arms forward she tried to shuffle her spread legs. It did little to ease the ribbon's tug on her abused tits. I tied the ribbon to another eye bolt on the ceiling forcing Casey to arch her back to gain any relief.

"I am going to take more pictures because you are so stunning Casey. Do you know that?"

She grunted a reply. "Thank you Master. I'm glad you like it."

I clicked the vibrator back on and circled her snapping more pictures. Casey let out a frustrated groan, knowing she couldn't resist the vibrator. Sure enough she was soon begging to come.

"You have my permission to come for the rest of the night."

"Thank you Master." She shouted in a husky voice as she let herself relax into the waves of pleasure. She kept whispering 'thank you master' while the orgasm slowly died away. But the vibrator buzzed on. She screamed incoherently as her over stimulated genitals raced toward a third orgasm. Casey shuffled backward, impaired by the spreader bar, and hunched her back pulling her chest away from the ribbon. Her screams got louder and more desperate as the ribbon stretched and she added to the torture of her nipples. "I'm coming again Master!"

I was astonished to see her intentionally inflict more pain on herself as the orgasm rocked her. That last climax left her visibly drained, no longer standing but hanging from her wrists and moaning in tune with the vibrator.

"You can have as many as you want Casey." I said to her, breaking through her orgasmic mental fog.

She shook her head. "I'm so tired Master. I'm so tired."

The last thing I wanted was for her to safeword in our first scene as Master and slave so I turned off the vibrator and cut the ribbons. She sagged in her bondage, wrists bound overhead, legs spread two feet apart and barely supporting her weight. The vibrator dangled from clamps on her labia and the cut ribbons hung still tightly knotted to her nipples. "Thank you Master. I just need a minute to rest." She murmured softly.

"I am going to unclamp your pussy. It will hurt. Do you want me to do it now or wait?"

"Now Master." She protested weakly when I removed the clamps and slipped the silent vibrator from between her legs.

"Now I am going to untie your nipples." She nodded. The ribbons snapped loose with a tug to the quick release end and the torment was over. "How do you feel?"

"Tired. But good. Really good."

I kissed her forehead. "Close your eyes, the blindfold is next." She blinked her eyes to adjust to the light.

Still bound in an upside down Y, she saw me standing before her still clothed with an obvious erection. "I haven't serviced you yet Master. Allow me to pleasure you please?"

"Your obedience through suffering pleased me. Well done slave." I pulled her into a deep kiss with my right hand on the back of her neck and my left on her rump pressing her crotch against mine.

Taking a deep breath I stepped back from the kiss. I undressed while Casey watched. Finally naked I stepped behind the spreader bar with my feet between Casey's legs and firmly gripped her soft round ass. Lifting her ass a few inches I lowered her slowly onto my eager cock. I pumped into her, releasing all my sexual energy from the last 30 minutes torturing her beautiful body.

Surprising myself I lasted a long time before coming. Panting for breath and covered in sweat I humped Casey's hanging form. Her pussy responsively squeezed my thrusts despite the three orgasms I forced out of her earlier. She whispered encouragement to me. "I love you Master. Your penis feels so good. I hope you will come inside me."

Finally I reached my climax. One hand clasping her butt to hold her against me and the other holding her neck as we kissed, my erection swelled and ejaculated over and over inside her. At last I pulled out, knees weak and eyes blurry.

"I have to piss." I announced and went to the basement bathroom. My erection stayed firm and urination proved impossible. I washed my face and my crotch with cold water and went back to the dungeon. I sat naked on the couch and ordered Casey to face me. Still bound in the spreader bar with her arms tied overhead she turned awkwardly. Come was dripping from between her spread legs on the bar and puddling on the floor beneath it.

"Slave you made me so hard it won't go down so I can't even piss. You should be proud of yourself."

"Yes Master." Her voice sounded much stronger and her eyes hungrily stared at my penis.

"Casey, I have a challenge for you. If you can suck me off in less than 5 minutes you can ask any favor you want. If you can't I'll discipline you severely. Do you accept?"

"Yes Master. Let me pleasure you."

I released Casey's wrists from the overhead rope but left her wrists cuffed together and her legs in the spreader bar. I sat back on the couch. "Your time starts now."

She shuffled toward me and awkwardly got down on her knees. I sighed with contentment as her talented tongue circled and teased my glans. She took the whole thing down to the back of her throat, gagging slightly. I was quite familiar with my own anatomy. I could never come twice in less than 30 minutes, even as a teenager. So I was certain I would win the challenge and began envisioning what sort of discipline I would inflict on her luscious body.

To my surprise I soon felt the stirrings of arousal. I took slow deep breaths and relaxed to hold back the growing urgency to come but it was no use. She drew my climax out and swallowed the seed deposited on her tongue. When she was done she sat up and smiled. "Time Master?"

I looked at my phone, surprised. "Four minutes, 2 seconds. You are amazing. What favor can I grant my talented slave?"


Chapter 7

I awoke Saturday morning with terrific morning wood because Casey was under the covers with her mouth around my cock. I reached under the covers and patted her head to let her know I was awake. She sat up and smiled. "Good morning Master Eric. This is your Saturday wake up call."

"Thank you slave. You can go make breakfast now."

"Yes Master." She got out of bed and put on a cute ivory robe. "Is a robe OK for the dresses and skirts rule?"

"Robes have a skirt, they count." I smiled and put my hands behind my head. A few minutes later she came upstairs with a mug of coffee and a plate with an english muffin spread with butter and jam and a quartered naval orange.

"Your breakfast Master. I would like to go study for a few hours unless you prefer a blowjob while you eat?"

"Very tempting my dear. Go study. Thank you for breakfast."

After eating I washed my face and got dressed. The season was changing fast, already the mornings felt too cold to go outside and read, so I sat inside with my book. Later in the morning I called my friend and mentor Master Bill with the news that Casey and I were now in a three month slave contract.

He was delighted to hear the news. "Well done Eric! Casey really is a special girl."

"She is. I think we have both learned a lot about ourselves since we met. I accidentally found a new limit the other night. On the way home from your house I said I wanted her to be naked too the next time we got together. She said, 'I think that's a limit' and begged me not to make her be naked in front of other people."

"How did you respond?"

"I just said, 'that's a limit.' I didn't know how to respond."

"The important thing is to reassure your sub that it's OK to communicate limits and that you will respect it. It sounds like you agreed to her limit right away, that's good. It would have been better if you said a little more like 'I will respect your limit, thank you for communicating it to me.' but over all you handled it well.

"As long as you never take advantage of her and never take her for granted, care for her like she is your own body and you will be very happy together."

"Thanks. By the way I have an interesting story. Just last night we were celebrating our newly signed contract and I set a challenge before Casey. Make me come again in less than five minutes and I would grant her any favor, if she couldn't make me come I would discipline her hard."

"Haha she made you come in time didn't she?" Bill laughed hard over the phone.

"Yes so now I am waiting to hear what favor she wants."

"Do you, do you have any guesses?"

"I have no idea Bill."

"Well, well it's important to consistently follow the rules you set. That means you grant her request if at all possible. You set the rules and she followed them, it will undermine your authority if you renege. You would have delivered discipline if she failed right?"

"Right."

"So, so unless it's a deal breaker, give her what she asks for."

"Thanks for the advice, I will."

"No problem Eric. You're a fine Master. Keep it up. I have to go get ready. We have lunch plans. Bye."

He hung up and I went downstairs to check on Casey. She was in her favorite study spot on the family room couch with a notebook beside her and a textbook in her lap. She still wore the ivory colored silk robe. "I'm almost done with this chapter." She announced without looking up.

I wandered into the kitchen to get something to drink. Pouring myself a glass of iced tea, I also grabbed a bunch of grapes from the refrigerator to munch on. Casey snapped her book shut and came to join me in the kitchen. "That was the hardest part. Calculus homework. The rest is just reading for my history class. How is my Master this morning?"

"I just got off the phone with Bill, talking Master stuff."

"Did you talk about me?"

"Mmmhmm."

"What did you say about me?" She pressed for details.

"I told him about our contract, he was excited to hear about that. I also mentioned the wager I lost last night." I hoped she would tell me her favor soon, but asking felt weak so I waited.

"I'm excited about our contract too. Would my Master care for some lunch?"

"Yes. I'll take my lunch on the porch now that it is warm."

I sipped tea on a deck chair, enjoying the warm sunshine until Casey appeared carrying a wide plate with quartered tuna sandwiches. "Thank you Casey, these look good." I tore into the sandwiches, hungrier than I had realized, Casey ate also and soon the plate was empty.

"Master Eric? I've been thinking really hard and I think I know what favor I want to ask of you."

"Yes slave? If it is within my power I will grant it."

"I really love submitting to you as my Master and I know how hard you worked to do that for me. I never imagined the pleasure we had together. We just signed a slave contract and I love it too. This won't change my submission to you I promise." She was building up to something big with these compliments. "If it's OK with you, one night during the week some time, could I maybe dominate you so I know what it feels like?"

Stunned and speechless I didn't respond right away. Would it damage our D/s relationship that was still in its infancy? Would it invalidate our contract in any way? The contract did not forbid it, but would she still respect me after I submitted to her? She specified during the week, which would not take time out of her weekend slave duties. Bill had said, "You set the rules and she followed them." Her request was a big one but I decided to grant it.

Carefully I replied, "I will grant your request slave. But before it can happen you must carefully plan out your idea and examine it closely for anything that could be dangerous. Everything in this lifestyle carries risk. As your Master it is my responsibility to ensure your safety. It will be your responsibility to be safe that night.

"When I started to learn safe bondage I thought about the stories you told me about your adventures in self bondage. You took more risks than you realized. Despite your years of self bondage, you are a novice to being a dominant.

"I agree to submit to you for one night. When it is over, you are once again my slave, you must respect, obey and accept my discipline as you would today. Don't allow it to change our relationship."

Casey listened solemnly. "I will do as you said Master. Thank you for granting my wish."

She took the dishes inside and returned to studying. I remained outside to finish my tea but my mind was spinning with anxiety about her request. My reveries were interrupted when Casey poked her head out the door, "Master Eric? I am feeling cramps. My period is about to start. May I change now?"

Glad for the interruption I smiled and nodded. "Thank you for telling me. Go make yourself comfortable."


Chapter 8

The weekend ended and we went back to work and school. The number of work crews I was responsible for increased again and I had to stay late every night to keep up on their scheduling, provisioning and customer relations.

When he offered me the job, Steven Belafonte had joked that I would be too tired to mess with his daughter. He seemed to be right. I was too busy or tired all week to plan any scenes for this weekend.

On Friday I arrived home a few minutes after eight. Too tired to even unlace my boots I just collapsed on the couch next to Casey. She greeted me cheerfully, "Welcome home Master. You have had a long week. Just relax and let me take care of you." She went to the kitchen to reheat my dinner, but I was asleep before she returned.

The sun came through the windows causing me to stir. I was still on the downstairs couch but a pillow was under my head and a blanket over my body. Just like the first night I spent passed out and drunk in her house I awoke naked. At my feet, Casey lay sleeping on the thick pile rug with a blanket half covering her. I sat up and adjusted her blanket to cover her breast and leg. I showered upstairs, washing layers of dust and sweat from my body and mentally composing scenes at the last minute for this weekend.

Dressing, I went downstairs and woke Casey. "Thank you for tucking me in last night. I was so tired from working all week." She blinked sleep from her eyes and nodded. "You should have slept in our bed."

Stifling a yawn Casey said, "I didn't want to sleep alone and I can't carry you upstairs so I slept at my Master's feet." Suddenly remembering the rules of her contract she reached for my trousers. "Sorry Master. I have to give you a blowjob every Saturday and Sunday to wake you up. My alarm is on my phone upstairs. Please forgive me."

I stopped her hands. "It's a wakeup blowjob and I'm already awake. Bend over and count." Obediently she bent at the waist and held her ankles. Her naked body, presented willingly for discipline, aroused my desire.

Smack! "One!" Smack! smack! smack! "Two, three, four!"

I stopped with four and said she would get the rest after breakfast. She rubbed her butt and walked to the kitchen. Donning an apron, she remained otherwise nude while cooking a hearty meal.

I watched her work with a satisfied smile. My penis was also watching, having grown hard from seeing her bottom presented for spanking. After breakfast I ordered her to get dressed to go into town. She chose a short sleeved pink dress, to which I added a gray sweater.

Driving her Z4 with the top down I made for the store where I met Master Bill a month and a half earlier. The morning sun was bright, but the air was cold so the car's heater battled with the elements to keep us warm. When I pulled into the strip mall and parked in front of the adult store Casey asked me what we were going to buy. "You are going to buy something for me to discipline you with. It's part of your training to select it yourself."

The store was empty except for a bored looking young man at the register. I went up to the clerk and made small talk, gesturing for Casey to go look. She disappeared into the fetish section and was gone quite a while. Finally she approached me with a flogger. Quietly, so the clerk would not hear, she said, "I think this is the right one Master. Please be gentle with me because I'm scared."

"Good choice." I said loudly. "We'll take this and the other things I told you about." She looked at me questioningly. What other things did I mean?

Earlier this morning I called in an order. The store clerk added the flogger to the order and I paid in cash. Casey was fidgeting nervously on the ride home. She was burning with curiosity about the other items and worried that I might be really upset about the missed wake up blowjob. No longer able to contain herself she shouted over the sound of the wind, "Are you angry with me Master? I'm so sorry I overslept."

"I am touched that you tucked me in and that you wanted to sleep at my feet." I smiled warmly. "You also admitted your mistake and tried to correct it. I am not angry with you. I am still going to discipline you for your own good and because it's fun."

She visibly relaxed and smiled shyly. "Yes Master, thank you for disciplining me."

At home I instructed Casey to go put on makeup and do her hair. I would call for her when it was time. She nervously went inside to do as I ordered and I descended the stairs to our basement dungeon with our new toys.

The flogger Casey selected had a sturdy leather bound handle and perhaps two dozen narrow leather tails 18" long. I swung it around and slapped my inner arm hard. It stung and left red marks but did not have a heavy impact.

The brown box of toys I had hidden from Casey included a leather collar with four rings, a leash, and a ring gag. Along we these new toys I laid out our leather cuffs and some ropes.

Everything was prepared but I waited patiently to give Casey enough time to finish her makeup and hair and also to build her anticipation. Shortly after noon I went upstairs and found Casey sitting in front of her vanity with her hair done up and makeup skillfully applied on her eyes, cheeks and lips. She was wearing the same pretty pink dress and her hands were folded in her lap. "Come, it is time."

She silently followed me down to the dungeon. Many times in the past she had been blindfolded but this time I wanted her to see what was waiting for her and anticipate it. She saw the toys laid out neatly on the leather ottoman and her eyes got big but she remained mute.

"You know I love you right?"

"Yes Master." She replied meekly.

"Do you accept my training?"

"Yes Master."

"How do you feel about it?"

After being nervously silent most of the morning, the barrage of questions focused her mind inward. "I'm scared Master."

"Are you scared of me?"

Her brow wrinkled as she thought about how to respond. "I'm scared I won't be able to endure your lesson."

"It is going to hurt." I said frankly. "But it won't be more than you can handle. Do you have any questions for me before we begin?"

"No Master, I want to go before I lose my courage."

Without another word I took the leather collar and fastened it around her neck, checking with two fingers that it was not over tight. I clipped the leash to a ring on the back of the collar and let it hang over her dress. With ropes I bound her wrists to her upper arm like a chicken wing. She opened her mouth wide for the ring gag which settled behind her teeth and I buckled it behind her neck. "Can you say your safe words through the gag?"

"Ed!" She spat out. "Ellow. Een."

I had her kneel on the floor while I bound her ankles to her thighs. Holding her underarms firmly I leaned her forward until her weight rested on her knees and elbows. With the leash in one hand I walked slowly as she struggled to follow. The hardwood floor would be painful to 'stand' on all fours and more painful to walk.

Her dress got under her knees and tripped her. "Is your dress making it hard to walk slave?"

"Es assa" She gurgled. Some drool was running down her chin.

I pulled her dress up around her waist, exposing her nakedness, and tied a rope around her waist to hold it. Not stopping with a waist rope I ran two strands between her legs on either side of her vulva, between her ass cheeks and tied it tightly at the small of her back. I slapped her ass with my hand. "What do you say for my help slave?"

"Ank ooo assa."

"You're welcome. Come along." I tugged the leash and she followed slowly, drooling and grunting with each step. We circled the room and came back to the couch. Squatting down beside her I put an arm under her waist and another arm under her armpits. I lifted her on to the padded leather ottoman where she spread her arms and legs and rested on her belly. "No slave, you are to stay standing on all fours." I lifted her again and she 'stood' again on elbows and knees.

"You know why you are being disciplined today?"

"Es assa."

"You faithfully followed your contract last week and I appreciate you tucking me in on the couch last night when I was too tired to go upstairs. But the fact remains you were negligent this morning and did not wake your master with a blowjob. That is part of why I am disciplining you. Do you know what the other part is?

"Oh assa."

"Because it pleases me. Is that a good reason?"

"Es assa. Owww!" She screamed through the gag as the flogger fell across the top of her bare ass. I swung again and again, lower now and caught the bottoms of her feet making her howl.

"Move your feet aside so I can flog you lower."

She struggled against the ropes binding her ankles and thighs to spread her feet apart. Close enough. My next blows landed down the line of the crotch rope and snapped against her pussy and inner thighs. She screamed incoherently because of the ring gag. I paused to let her calm down and check for signs of circulation problems.

I stood where she could see my crotch and the erection straining against my pants. "That gag doesn't do much to quiet you down. Do you know why I chose a that gag?"

"Oh obb?" She guessed.

"That's right, blowjob. It lets me use your mouth. I know that you would happily give me a blowjob, but this takes away all choice." I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my stiff member, rubbing it on her lips and nose. Rather than ravage her mouth I walked behind her and using my fingers I spread her pussy lips and the crotch rope. "You have permission to come as much as you want." I said sliding myself in and thrusting hard against her while holding the leash and slapping her butt with my other hand.

She groaned and pushed back as much as her bondage would allow. When I was close to coming I pulled out, leaving her humping against the air. She made a complaining sound as I walked back to her front. My cock stood out between the open zipper, achingly hard and dripping with evidence of Casey's unsatisfied arousal.

Without a word I plunged myself into her mouth. Being on all fours her head was tilted far back and it was harder to relax her throat. She gagged as I selfishly fucked her throat, filling her mouth with the flavor of her own pussy. I held myself at the back of her throat and swung the flogger over her backside. The tails snapped over her cheeks, some landing between her legs on her pussy lips between the ropes. With my cock buried in her throat, she screamed through her nose. I came hard, growling with satisfaction and pulled out.

Casey had always been very good about swallowing my come. With the gag and the awkward angle of her neck she could not swallow. Come dripped from her mouth onto the floor and ran down her chin mixed with drool.

Streaks of mascara down her cheeks with her tears. "Are you green?"

She coughed and sniffled but bobbed her head. "Een!"

"You make me proud. My strong sexy slave." I wiped a tear from her eye and caressed her cheek. For the next part I wanted her naked so the crotch rope and the ropes binding her arms and legs were untied. Casey stood waiting while I gathered the tools for the next lesson. She was still collared and gagged with a pool of come under her tongue . The neckline of her dress was sodden with drool, come, and makeup and wrinkled where it had been tied up around her waist.

I pulled the dress up over her head and laid it over the back of the couch. Her bra followed, leaving her completely naked. Wetness from her pussy was evident on her inner thighs. I had given her permission to come but left her wanting. My own arousal had been satisfied and I tucked my cock back inside my pants and zipped up. Disappointment was clearly evident in Casey's eyes.

To adorn her breasts I attached nipple clamps with a silver chain dangling between them. I bound her wrists in leather cuffs and roped her to the ceiling. An egg vibrator from her collection went inside her, the wires and controller dangled between her legs. "Squeeze your legs, don't you dare drop this." I roped her knees together, started the vibrator and tucked the controller in between her knees. To finish I pulled the rope on the ceiling until she was hanging from her wrists and her toes were an inch above the floor.

She needed no reminder that I gave her permission to come, squeezing her legs together and humming softly to herself. However the vibrator wasn't especially powerful. It would take a while to build her up. She closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the vibrations. I took pictures of her blissful face, pinched tits and stretched out body.

She started to thrust her hips signing that an orgasm was close. Her eyes flew open as the flogger stung the backs of her legs, then her rump, then her belly. She screamed and thrashed wildly trying to escape each blow. More of my come bubbled out of her mouth and down her chest. Below the knees her legs flailed and kicked.

She could howl and swing and twist but not go anywhere. Stinging blows from the flogger fell on her breasts, thighs, back and belly. Her desperate efforts to evade the flogger left her breathing hard and sweating while the endless vibrations pleasured her relentlessly.

Casey's struggling and screaming stopped, only her pelvis continued to thrust. I focused lighter blows on her breasts and belly until she screamed in pleasure, "I uhing, I uhing," shaking her whole body then hanging limp. I stopped flogging entirely to take pictures and let her recover. Come and drool ran down her chin and between her curvy tits. Her whole body was covered in sweat and red marks from the flogger.

The egg vibrator, still buried deep in her cunt, continued relentlessly. In a minute Casey's hips started to thrust again. She opened her eyes and stared at me. Her eyes grew desperate as the orgasm loomed and she moaned loudly that she was coming again.

I loosened the rope and carefully let Casey down, laying her on her side on the couch. She relaxed, not even screaming when I removed the nipple clamps. She lay there drooling from the side of her mouth with her wrists bound in front of her and knees roped together. The whipping had stopped, she was no longer helplessly suspended, but the vibrator continued its work, still trapped between her legs.

She curled into a ball and shivered for a long time, softly saying through the ring gag that she was coming. Her body didn't relax again. She started begging incoherently. I asked her, "Do you want another orgasm? You can have as many as you want."

She shook her head emphatically. "Oh ore, oh ore ease" No more please. I clicked the vibrator off and she sighed contentedly. "Ank ooo assa."

When I pulled the ring gag out she looked up at me with tired eyes. "Thank you Master Eric." She closed her eyes and relaxed. Piece by piece I removed the collar, the wrist cuffs and the ropes around her knees. Lastly I pulled the wires between her legs and retrieved the egg.

Leaving her sleeping on the couch in the dungeon I went upstairs to the freestanding tub and filled it with hot water and set a glass of water on the stand beside it. I would worry about cleaning the dungeon later. For now I carried Casey's sleeping form up two flights of stairs and lay her in the tub. Her head lay back with her hair falling outside the tub. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Shhh just relax." I soothed.

I stripped my shirt off and took wash cloths and body wash from the shower. I cleaned the dried come from her chest and face. She closed her eyes and let me wash the ruined makeup from her cheeks and eyes. I reached under the water and scrubbed her whole body.

The drain plug pulled free and the soapy water went away. I helped Casey to her feet and used the handheld shower attachment to rinse her body. She took my hand and stepped out of the tub. I wrapped a plush towel around her body and used another towel to dry her arms, legs and face. She took a deep drink from the water glass and sighed contentedly.

"Master? I feel weird having you serve me like this."

"Sometimes a lesson may leave you too tired to care for yourself. Part of being your Master is caring for you physically."

"Thank you Master. I love you."

"I love you too my dear slave. I want you to get some rest. Leave the towel and go to bed." I took her towel and helped her walk to the bed.

It was mid afternoon and I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I was starving. In the refrigerator I found a tupperware container with last night's dinner and put it in the microwave.


Chapter 9

Mercifully work was slower on Monday and I got home at a reasonable time. I enjoyed a hot dinner with Casey and listened to her stories about a useless lab partner who made her do all the work. While we worked together to clean the dishes and pack leftovers for lunch Casey said, "Will Wednesday night work for you?"

"What are we doing Wednesday?" I asked puzzled.

"For us to switch roles for a night. Remember?"

Shit. I had forgotten about our wager and the favor Casey asked for. I agreed to let her experience being a dominatrix over me for one night. "Oh right. Wednesday should be fine. The schedule looks a little lighter this week." My heart was pounding. I was truthfully scared stupid by the idea of submitting to a dominatrix. Other worries about losing her respect also swirled through my mind.

"I can't wait!" She said excitedly. "I had lunch with Linda for slave girl talk and I told her about it. She was amazed you would allow it, but impressed that you stayed true to your word. I talked through my plans for my night and she helped me make it even better."

"I'll have to thank her." Sarcasm dripped from my voice.

"Oh don't be scared." She chided playfully.

I raised an eyebrow, annoyed at her tone. "Be respectful dear slave. I admit I'm scared about it. I know how to be the dominant, I don't know how to be the submissive."

Chastened she answered. "Forgive me Master. I was too excited and shouldn't have teased you."

"During the week you aren't a full slave, but I may have to be stricter with your discipline this weekend."

"Thank you Master. I will plan to start Wednesday evening. Do you have any limits for me?"

It was a small relief that she was taking it seriously. "The same limits as you I think. I'll tell you about any more before Wednesday."

"You can trust me Master. I really want to do a good job for you."

I smiled despite my misgivings. "I know you will." I thought to myself, I am bigger and stronger than Casey. If she can endure my discipline then I can handle hers. I can make it through with my dominance and dignity intact.


Chapter 10

Wednesday's workload was even lighter than expected. I had two crews return to HQ and do inventory on their tools because there was nothing for them to work on. It gave me plenty of time to think and worry about what I would have to endure tonight.

I got home a few minutes after five and Casey was just bringing in groceries. It amused me to think of her shopping in that tiny sports car. Before making dinner, Casey handed me a little blue pill and glass of water. I had never used Viagra before, this should be interesting. She made a light meal as she usually did on the weekends so a full stomach wouldn't slow us down. Great. My stomach was doing somersaults already.

I asked if she had any class work tonight to which she answered no. Great.

When the dishes were cleaned and the leftovers packed away she clapped her hands. "It's time!" She announced. "For the rest of tonight you will call me Mistress. You will only speak when I ask you a question. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." I answered. Here we go.

"Good. Do you have any additional limits tonight?"

"No more limits Mistress."

"Do you know your safe words?"

"Green yellow red Mistress."

"Good." Her tone was far from reassuring. "Strip slave." The flogger was in her hand. Was it the same flogger? It looked bigger and more threatening.

I took off my shoes and socks and started to unbutton my shirt. She hit my back with the flogger. "Too slow. I want you to obey promptly."

"Yes Mistress!" That flogger hurt like hell. Its tails were heavier, I was sure of it. I ripped my shirt off and pulled my pants and boxers off and stood at attention.

"That's better. Run upstairs."

I ran too slowly and her whip crossed the backs of my legs. "Fuck!" I shouted.

The whip stung my ass. "Did you just speak without permission?"

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress!" She chased me up the stairs and my balls bounced painfully off my thighs.

I ran into the bedroom and stopped. I got another stroke over my shoulders. "Did I say to run into the bedroom?"

What? I thought she did. Shit. "No Mistress you said to run upstairs."

"Give me your hands." She buckled a leather cuff to each wrist and the same on each ankle. "Face the bed." She took straps from the top and bottom of the bed's foot posters, clipping them to the cuffs. "Pull your arms and legs together."

I did as she commanded and the bondage bed reeled in the four straps until they were tight. "Hmm this is still set for my weight. How much do you weigh slave?"

"180lbs Mistress."

"In kilos!" She shouted.

Shit! I don't know. She laughed. "Just kidding, it takes pounds."

I sighed with relief until she pressed the button on the control board and the straps pulled tighter, lifting my feet off the ground. The cuffs were designed for suspension and spread my weight over my hands and wrists but it was a very uncomfortable position to be in. My penis and testicles dangled vulnerably between my legs.

She reached around and held my balls in her left hand while her right palm, filled with lubricant, stroked my hardening penis to full attention. Her body was pressed against my back and I could feel she was naked also.

The pleasure of her attention made me temporarily forget my fear. I was brought back to reality when Casey's flogger stroked my legs, its tails coming precariously close to my junk. Screaming, half from fear and half from pain, she pushed a rubber ball gag between my teeth and fixed it behind my neck. No safe words? My heart raced faster but my erection stayed stiff as a mast thanks to modern science.

More strokes from the flogger fell on my shoulders, back, buttocks and legs and I screamed uselessly into the gag. All my resolve to endure her punishment with a Master's dignity dissolved under the barrage of torments. She had hardly begun.

Her fingers, slick with lubricant, explored between my helplessly spread ass cheeks. If my old friend Matt could see me now he would laugh for days. "You can't let a bitch tie you up man or they'll stick all sorts of things up your butt." He had warned me. Sure enough my virgin anus was violated by my sub's finger while her other hand gave a reacharound to my confused cock. She spread lube all around the entrance and pulled out.

She left me dangling, violated, and desperately craving an orgasm to wash her hands in the bathroom. She returned with an object from my worst nightmare. Black and glistening with lube she held a huge dildo before my eyes. Three inches thick, covered with veins with grotesquely large testicals at its base. The kind of toy people only buy as a novelty for bridal showers. I protested loudly and uselessly but the gag only let me mumble. "Relax Eric, trust me."

Hell no! I thought. That can't go in me. I pulled at the restraints, desperate to get free. She moved behind me and I twisted my head trying to see what she was doing. She spread even more lube on my asshole and the inside of my cheeks. I felt the monster dildo pressing against my anus and I clenched to keep it out. She pushed and it went in.

The terror fogging my mind was suddenly replaced with confusion. I have zero prior experience with anal but I know it couldn't be that easy. Casey came around where I could see her, still holding the nightmarish tool. "I wouldn't do that to you. You can trust me." Her soft hands gently stroked my erection. "It's just a small butt plug. Not so bad right?"

It wasn't bad. The feeling was strange but tolerable. "I think you'll like it even better when it vibrates." Casey pressed a button on the flared base and the plug hummed to life inside me. The sensation was strange but pleasant.

Around the base of my balls she tightly buckled a small leather belt that pushed my balls down and stretched the skin smooth. The pressure on my testicals hurt like a mild stomach ache until she clipped a chain with weights to a ring on the back of the belt. I groaned and bit down on the gag. The weight hanging from my sack ached like being kicked in the balls, but not quite so bad.

"Is that too heavy or wrapped too tight?". I shook my head no. It would be bearable for a while. "Ah that's my good strong slave. I won't make you suffer like that without a reward." Casey's expert hands masturbated me. "You don't have permission to come yet." She let go of my cock and slapped the head. I flinched from the pain, causing more pain as the weights bounced from my movement.

"You need a distraction from your suffering." I recognized Japanese clover clamps. Master Bill had shown me a pair, explaining they are some of the harshest nipple clamps. They squeeze painfully hard and get tighter when pulled. She pinched and twisted my nipples with her fingers to make them stand out enough for the clamps.

Bill was right. These hurt much more than the two pairs I had tested for use on Casey. She tugged the chain playfully. I groaned but was able to keep still.

She ran her finger very softly along the raphe (the seam on the underside) of my penis. "Do you like this?" I nodded and made an appreciative sound. "What about this?" She pulled the chain attached to my balls and let go. I screamed as the weights swung back and forth like a pendulum tugging my most vulnerable parts with them.

I saw her holding my camera, capturing dozens of pictures of my helpless torment and obvious arousal.

Putting the camera aside, she knelt on the bed teasing me with her body, rubbing her breasts and touching herself. My cock yearned for her attention, even overriding the pain in my nipples and balls and the humiliation of my ass. She stroked my cock so lightly I wasn't certain if I felt it or imagined it. I strained in my bonds to reach forward to her hands. She slapped it again, "Are you trying to come? You don't have permission!" She flogged my chest and belly, even landing blows on the very tip of my cock. It was excruciating but still it stood rock hard with desire.

"Don't you dare come without permission." She threatened me. I mumbled an affirmative over the gag. Again her hands touched me every so lightly. I felt an orgasm was near and slowed my breathing and focused on relaxing. More stroking my raphe brought me close to orgasm several times but she pulled away and flogged me whenever I began to beg to come. She kept me on the edge of climax for an eternity. I no longer cared about the pain my body was enduring, I thought only of having an orgasm.

After a long flogging session she kissed the gag and looked into my eyes. "You have been such a strong brave slave for me. I think you have earned one orgasm. Would you like to come?"

Yes! I shouted into the gag, and nodded my head emphatically. She gripped my penis tightly and jerked it twice, then let go. For a second nothing happened, then my cock jerked up and a tiny bead of come appeared at the end of my urethra. That's it? No! I humped vainly against the air for more stimulation and a proper orgasm. The movement caused the weights to bounce and swing. Tears of frustration and pain streamed down my face.

Casey wiped the drop of come from my penis with a finger and tasted it. "You came." She announced. "Just barely. But you came. I'm truly sorry I ruined your orgasm. If you are very good I might let you have another chance later."

The mental fog of desire and disappointment cleared into a seething pain when Casey removed the nipple clamps. I roared in pain but was silenced by my gag. I felt intense relief when she unclipped the weighted chain from the belt around my sack and pulled the plug out of my ass.

Lastly she pulled the gag from my mouth and said, "I am going to untie you slave. You will stand still and not touch yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." My voice was hoarse from shouting. At the press of a button the straps holding me in a strict X position began to loosen. My feet touched the ground and Casey disconnected the cuffs from the straps. I stiffly brought my legs together and my hands at my sides.

My balls were still tightly bound by the small leather belt and my cock stood proudly at attention. Mistress Casey had allowed me come, but ruined my orgasm and left me unsatisfied.

"You are suffering so beautifully." She purred while touching herself. "I am going to give you my cunt as a present. Lie down on your back in the middle of the bed." I lay down as she commanded and she bound me spread eagle to the four corners. She straddled my head and positioned her pussy over my mouth.

I licked her puffy lips and sucked her clit to the musical sounds of her pleasure. Suddenly I felt the sting of the flogger on my chest. "That's it slave. Make me come!". I licked and sucked and tongued more urgently while the whip tortured my body wherever she could reach.

Casey cried out and squeezed my face with her thighs while her vulva grinded against my nose and mouth. The strokes of the flogger finally stopped as she climaxed. "Mmm well done slave. Wait there and keep that cock up for a few more pictures."

Waiting is easy when you are bound hand and foot, unable to move. Casey snapped a dozen pictures from all angles and returned to my side. "Do you want another chance to come?"

"Yes Mistress." I answered, pleading silently that she would not ruin another orgasm.

To my delight she straddled my waist and impaled herself on my erection with her hands on my chest. She twisted my nipples, "Don't come until I come. Got it?"

"Yes Mistress." I was afraid I would come the instant she started fucking me so I breathed deep and slow, trying to hold off my climax. She started slowly rocking her hips, grinding herself against my crotch. Still highly aroused in her post orgasm bliss her pace quickened. I clenched my muscles like trying to cut off the stream early while peeing. My orgasm was already inevitable, I couldn't hold it much longer.

Casey cried out softly. "I'm coming. Oh God I'm coming again." I let go and came with her. The last hour (or more? I lost all track of time) of constant arousal and denial combined into a body shaking climax. Again and again my penis stiffened and spurted hot semen inside the woman I loved.

She kept going on my cock, screaming with pleasure. At last she climbed off me. "You had your orgasm like I promised. Did this one feel better?"

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

"You satisfied your Mistress tonight, but your penis look unsatisfied." It was still hard and wet and pointing to the ceiling. "You should be satisfied with what your Mistress gives you, not selfishly asking for more." She pulled back my foreskin and rubbed the urethra with her thumb. Following the orgasm my penis was hypersensitive so the feeling of her touch was unbearable, like a tickling so intense it was painful. Had I not been tightly bound I would have thrown her off of me. I writhed and struggled in vain to escape.

She put lube in her hand and aggressively masturbated the exposed glans causing me to convulse and beg desperately for her to stop. "Are you giving orders to your Mistress?" She twisted my nipple.

"No Mistress it's too much! It's too much. Please!" I lay twitching and gasping for breath as she laughed and tormented my erect penis.

Finally the torture stopped and she unclipped the cuffs from the bed straps. She bid me stand at the foot of the bed and bend over it. I was stretched over the padded footboard of the bed, my wrist cuffs were pulled tightly to the bed's head posters and my ankle cuffs to the foot posters at floor level.

The footboard had a lip on it so my erect member was not pressed into the side of the bed. My naked rump was displayed prominently, covered with red marks where the flogger tails had visited. Below that my testicals, still tightly bound with a small belt, were dangerously exposed to further flogging. To make matters worse the weighted chain was again clipped to the belt and set swinging.

The flogger fell on my thighs where it also struck the chain. I shouted in pain but more blows landed on my legs, butt and back.

As suddenly as it started the flogging was over. Casey's soft hand reached around and stroked my pharmaceutically enhanced erection. To my surprise I felt another climax building. "May I come Mistress?" I asked as the feeling grew more urgent.

"Hold it. Don't come without permission." She jerked me faster until I was begging and barely holding on then she stopped, leaving me on the edge like earlier. I sobbed as the flogger returned. She repeated the pattern, masturbating me right to the edge and then flogging me until all I could think of was coming.

I was pleading with her to let me come, any second now she would stop jerking me and bring back the whip. Casey leaned forward and whispered, "You can come in ten seconds. Count."

She squatted between my legs, took my penis overhand and pointed it at the floor. "Ten." She made short fast strokes focusing on my glans. "Nine." My eyes were unfocused and my breathing shallow. "Eight." The climax passed the point of no return. "Seven." I was squeezing my muscles to hold back the inevitable orgasm. "Six." I was desperate to reach the end and please her. "Five." Every muscle in my body was shaking with the effort. "Four." "Almost there." Casey encouraged me. "Three." Oh God I'm close. "Two." I had been holding my breath since seven. "One."

She let go of my penis and it bounced up shooting a thick stream of come against the side of the foot board followed by another that stuck under the lip of the footboard. I grunted as my balls emptied themselves without the gratification and euphoria that should accompany ejaculation. Casey had abandoned my orgasm at the last second. My horny desperation remained unsatisfied.

Were I not tightly bound I would have fallen to the floor. My whole body felt like dead weight as I sagged against the side of our bed. Even my Viagra fueled penis finally relaxed a little.

I must have dozed off because I awakened in the dark, on my side under the sheets, with no memory of being untied and tucked in. I reached out to hug Casey but my hands were cuffed behind my back. In any event, the bed was empty except for me. The bathroom door opened, spilling a beam of light into the dark bedroom, the light clicked off and Casey joined me in bed.

"How's my strong slave feeling?" She ran a finger teasingly down my chest.

I felt sore and the muscles in the legs and shoulders were particularly stiff. My skin still seemed warm and sensitive wherever the flogger had touched me but the pain of it was gone. "Thirsty Mistress." I croaked.

"Here drink some water." She offered me the straw of a bottle she kept on her bedside table. I drank and drank until she pulled it away.

"Thank you Mistress."

"Aww so polite. I'm sorry I edged you and abandoned your orgasm... twice. How did that make you feel?"

My penis was soft now but her question brought my burning desire back up. "It felt mechanical. Like my body climaxed but my brain didn't."

Casey's fingers trailed down my belly and squeezed my softened member. "Boy did your body ever climax. You left a line of come from the top to the bottom of my footboard. I bet there isn't anything left in these." She said, cupping my balls. "What's this? Your penis is greedily asking for more?" It was tired and sore from repeated rough handjobs but my member was hardening again. "Do you really think you have anything left in here for your Mistress?"

"I don't know Mistress." Viagra or not I seriously doubted I could come again.

"Let's find out. You have permission to come one last time for me. If you can." She scooted down on the bed and took my semi hard cock into her mouth, sucking it gently to life. The magic of modern medicine helped bring me to full stiffness. I silently prayed that I could have satisfaction tonight.

"I'm getting close Mistress."

She let go of my penis with her mouth and dripped a generous portion of lube into her hand. Laying on my side I looked down at Casey who was intently focused on jerking me off. The feeling just before an orgasm seemed to build forever. My penis was hardened by medicine but too exhausted to come easily. Grunting as I felt the climax finally approach signalled Casey to slow her speed and hold it off just a second longer. I tipped over the edge and my cock stiffened in her hands. She kept jerking me while I grunted with fulfillment until finally stopping and letting me relax.

"Open your eyes." I looked at her. "This is all the come you had left." Two drops, not even a puddle, in the palm of her left hand. "You pleased your Mistress by giving her every last drop of come you had."

"Thank you Mistress. Thank you Mistress. I'm glad I pleased you." She reached behind my back and clicked the cuffs loose.

"Thank you dear Master. I had so much fun tonight." She cuddled into my embrace.


Chapter 11

Casey got up early Thursday to make me breakfast and pack my lunch while I showered. I was slow getting ready because I was sore from the previous night's activities. She kissed me and again thanked me for a wonderful evening.

On my way out I asked her, "How do you feel about inviting the Carracks over for Dinner tomorrow?"

"That sounds good to me. Do you have any special requests for dinner?"

"No requests, I gotta run. Just call Linda and coordinate something. Your cooking is always delicious dear."

"Thank you honey." She blushed at the compliment.

Work was very busy and I didn't get home until late. Casey reheated dinner for me and told me about her classes. Something was on her mind but she didn't tell me what it was until I finished eating. "I spoke with Linda and we decided on enchiladas and spanish rice. Then she asked if it was OK that she be naked during her visit. I didn't know what to say. I forgot she goes naked Monday through Friday. Then I remembered I would be in slave mode also Friday night. I've never had to be a slave in front of other people."

"I know your limit about being naked in front of others. Is this a limit too?"

"Um no. Not entirely. Bill and Linda know I am your slave. It's a limit to let anyone else know."

"Agreed. Our relationship stays private." That had been an unspoken agreement so far, but now it was formalized as a limit.

I helped Casey clean the house in preparation for our house guests the next evening and we went to bed early.


Chapter 12

The house smelled of enchiladas in the oven when I got home about six on Friday. Casey called out to me from the kitchen, "Welcome home Master! I got a call from the Carracks and they won't be here until almost 7:00."

"Do you need any help preparing dinner or the house? Otherwise I need to shower."

"Dinner is in the oven. I just need to clean the counter and I'm done. If you wait five minutes I will shower with you."

"I'm going upstairs, join me when you're ready."

I put the dirty work clothes in my hamper and went to the bathroom to start getting ready. I was brushing my teeth when Casey came in. She started the water in the shower and adjusted the temperature. I rinsed my mouth and stripped out of my boxers, then wrapped Casey up in a big hug. "I love you slave." Kissing her on the neck, I slid my hands under her pretty dark blue dress to caress her naked bottom. My erection pressed against her belly. I pulled the dress over her head and hung it from the hook on the door. Casey undid her bra and set it on the counter.

I picked her up in a fierce hug and walked into the shower, pinning her against the shower wall and kissing her deeply while the hot water streamed over our bodies. Finally we remembered we had guests coming soon and our kisses had to stop. We finished our shower and I got dressed while Casey blow dried her hair. She said, "The oven alarm will go off soon. Can you pull the enchiladas out of the oven for me while I put on my makeup?"

The clock read quarter to seven when the doorbell rang. I called up the stairs to Casey that our guests were here. Bill and Linda stood waiting at the door step. He carried a six pack of Corona and she was holding a pot with pot holders. I welcomed them inside and they followed me to the kitchen. Linda set the hot pot of spanish rice on the counter and I put the six pack in the refrigerator after taking a bottle for myself and Bill.

Bill was dressed in gray slacks and a blue blazer with a white shirt and Linda in a long trenchcoat and red heels. Autumn was coming on quickly this year and the evenings were quite cool, but the trenchcoat served another purpose. "May I take your coats?" I offered. Bill handed me his blazer and turned to Linda. He slid the trenchcoat over her shoulders and handed it to me. Sure enough Linda stood naked except for her heels. The gold rings in her big brown nipples were cinched together with a very short gold chain causing her big breasts to point together.

I hung their coats in the closet and invited them to join me in the family room. Bill and Linda sat on the couch and I sat across from them on the loveseat. We made small talk until I heard Casey's footsteps on the staircase. She wore a knee length pale blue dress with a plunging neckline. Modest diamond studs adorned her ears and her hair was done up with curls. She made a stunning impression.

"My God Casey. You look gorgeous." Linda was the first to break the silence.

"Thank you." She blushed and smiled shyly. "You look beautiful too Linda. I wish I had the confidence to go nude like you."

My wits returned to me so I went to Casey and looked her up and down. "You look amazing my dear. Come, join us." She took my hand and I sat her down in the loveseat. We continued talking for a while about mixing a normal life with the D/s lifestyle until we got hungry and moved to the dining room for dinner. Casey and Linda prepared our plates and served us, then joined us to eat.

After dinner I suggested a tour of the house. They had already seen the family room, dining room and kitchen so I showed them the small downstairs bedrooms and took them upstairs to see the large living room and master bedroom. They commented on how big the house was and such a nice neighborhood. I was self conscious about it but Casey explained casually that the house belonged to her family.

Bill admired the decorative iron bedframe and I showed him the control panel and the cleverly hidden straps that could be used to bind a person in many different positions. "I would love to get Linda tied up in here." He commented.

I exchanged a glance with Casey then said, "Not in here, this is our sanctuary you understand, but I haven't shown you our dungeon yet."

They were as excited as a dog watching his bowl filled when I took them through the garage, down the stairs to our rec room/bondage dungeon. They were surprised to see the 'dungeon' didn't look like a dungeon. The decor was made to look like a log cabin with polished logs running across the ceiling and walls. I showed them the leather furniture had hidden steel rings for binding, the cabinets had hidden areas for ropes and clamps and small toys of all sorts. I handed Bill a metal plate with an eye bolt welded to it. "Hold that up to the ceiling." I flipped the switch to activate the electromagnets in the polished beams.

Bill stretched his arm toward the ceiling, when the plate was within an inch of the wood it was snatched out of his grip and stuck firmly to the concealed magnet. "That, that's so cool. How strong is it?"

"I'm told they can hold over 1000 pounds each. There is an electromagnet running just under the surface of each of these beams so I can put hooks or pulleys or other rigging equipment wherever I need and take them down if we have visitors."

I saw Linda whisper something in Casey's ear. She nodded and said, "Master Eric? As you know I asked slave Linda for ideas when you granted my request to experience being a dominatrix. She feels she must be disciplined by you for doing that."

The way Casey phrased it told me she was OK with having Linda perform a scene in our dungeon. "Master Bill. May I have a word with you in private?"

We went into the adjoining bedroom and closed the door. "Are you OK with this? I don't think Linda would have asked if she didn't have your approval but I want to be sure."

Bill nodded. "It's good of you to ask. Yes, we discussed this and you have my approval to discipline her. No sexual stimulation to her crotch or ass and the usual safe words."

"I have an idea. Since Casey got her inspiration from Linda. Casey should mete out the discipline. Would you be willing to do rigging on Linda while Casey gives her discipline?"

Bill's smile grew large. "Let's do it."

Linda and Casey were speaking in hushed tones, they stopped and looked to us as we entered the room. "Slave Linda, you caused me a great deal of pain two days ago. You need to be disciplined. The discipline will be administered by slave Casey. If she goes too easy on you I will discipline her. Feel free to scream as loud as you want, the basement is very well insulated. Master Bill will rig your bondage however Casey requires."

Casey was stunned at what she heard. "Me?" She asked in disbelief.

"Are you going to obey little slave?"

"Yes Master." She said quietly.

"Then tell Master Bill how to bind the slave."

Casey thought for a minute then said, "Please tie her wrists behind her back and to the ceiling so she is standing but bent over." Casey went to the cabinet and retrieved ropes for Bill to work with and various toys to play with.

Using the eye hook already attached to the ceiling, Bill ran ropes up and down, then quickly bound Linda's wrists together and fixed them to the ceiling rope. He cinched the ropes tight so Linda was bent over with her arms raised high over her back. Watching Bill tie his naked wife made me feel amateurish. His hands moved so fast I couldn't follow which knots he was using.

Casey put a blindfold over Linda's eyes and whispered in her ear. Linda's big tits swung from her chest, still held together at the nipples by a short golden chain. Casey hung a weight from the chain causing Linda to cry out as her nips were stretched by the golden rings.

I took a seat on the leather couch to watch the action and Bill sat on the other side.

"Count" Casey said as she swung the flogger at Linda's ass.

"One!" She screamed. "Two!" The second blow landed on the backs of her thighs. Linda's legs were not bound and she jumped as the flogger stung her flesh. With her arms bound tightly to the ceiling she had no choice but to keep her feet down or put all her weight on her wrists bound behind her back. "Three! Four! Five!" Casey was focusing on her thighs just below her fat rump. Before she reached ten Linda was sobbing. Casey stopped, unsure what to do.

Bill got up and whispered in Casey's ear. Then the flogging continued. Linda jerked back and forth to escape the stinging blows of the flogger causing the weight hanging from her nipple rings to swing and bounce.

"What did you say to her?" I asked Bill.

He leaned in and whispered to me, "I told her to keep going. Linda cries easily but she loves being flogged. She will call yellow long before she calls red."

At twenty strokes Casey stopped. She tenderly wiped the tears from Linda's face and assured her that she was brave and beautiful. Was she ready to continue? Linda nodded. Casey flogged the underside of Linda's tits causing the older woman to howl in pain. She kept going, striking her breasts and belly and the fronts of her legs. Between sniffles Linda counted to thirty. Casey stopped and whispered more encouragement to her victim while removing the weight hanging from her nipple rings and taking off the blindfold.

Bill's arousal was clearly evident in his pants but he kept his arms were crossed over his chest, following his own rule 4 - never masturbate during a lesson. In a way this was a lesson for Casey.

"Master Bill? Please tie the slave with her arms overhead on her tip toes." He moved quickly to untie Linda. Husband and wife spoke in a hushed tone while he rigged her arms to the ceiling and tightened the rope so she was forced to stand on the balls of her feet. "Please remove the chain on her nipples and do a chest harness with her breasts tightly bound."

His hands moved like a chef preparing a fine meal, circling her torso with an elaborate, decorative harness of ropes. He coiled loops of rope tightly around the base of her breasts shaping them like globes and making them stand out. Someday I will tie a chest harness that looks that good!

Casey moved back in on Linda and was fascinated by how the rope caused her breasts to stand out and become round. She touched them tentatively, then held them in her hands. If Casey's breasts were a handful then Linda's were two handfuls. She toyed with the golden rings permanently installed in the older woman's big brown nipples, tugging on the rings, pinching the nipples and feeling the metal beneath the skin.

Watching my sub foldle a bound woman was causing my own erection to rise up. Linda started to moan from the attention and I exchanged a concerned look with Bill. When I looked back Casey had Linda's breast in both hands held to her mouth and was suckling the nipple, ring and all. "Casey come here."

She suddenly realized what she had been doing and blushed. Obediently she came to me at the couch and kneeled on the floor. "Yes Master?"

"Our contract forbids outside sexual relationships. You are getting uncomfortably sexual with Mrs Carrack."

"Forgive me Master, I got carried away with curiosity. I didn't mean to do anything wrong."

I also knelt down and pulled her into a tight embrace. "You haven't done anything wrong my dear little slave. I just stopped you because it was going in that direction."

"Thank you for stopping me Master. I don't ever want to break our contract."

Looking over her shoulder I saw Bill was talking to Linda. "I am going to discipline you now in front of our guests." Casey nodded miserably. I guided her to a position standing several feet in front of Linda who was still bound vertically to the ceiling. I put up another eye hook and bound Casey in a similar pose with her arms over her head and only able to reach the floor with the balls of her feet. I left her clothed because of her limit on nudity around other people. The two women looked into each other's eyes while Bill handed me the leather flogger. "Do you know why you are being disciplined?"

"Yes Master. I got sexual with Linda. I'm sorry I got carried away. I'm sorry Linda."

Linda smiled at her. "It's OK Casey. I'm here with you. Just look at me for strength."

"Count." I swung the flogger against her round ass. The thin dress offered little protection against the stinging leather tails.

"One!" She shouted. Curling up her legs and swinging from her wrists.

"Put your legs down." I swatted the bottoms of her feet to emphasize the point.

Casey cried out and put her feet back down but did not count. "Two." Linda whispered to her. "Two!" Casey shouted.

"No counting for her! You'll count for yourself." Bill slapped Linda's breasts with a short crop he had in his jacket.

"Ow! Sorry Master! One!"

I flogged Casey while Bill worked on Linda with the crop. Their cries and the sounds of leather striking flesh filled the room. The women stared into each other's eyes to endure their discipline.

When Casey's count reached 20 I stopped and kissed her. "You took that very well. It pleases me to give you discipline."

"Yes Master." Casey was crying softly. In the past she had endured a harder flogging with no tears but this time she cried in sympathy for Linda. Linda's body was marked with sharp red welts where the crop had struck her. Tears were flowing freely down her face but she seemed serene and peaceful.

I untied the rope binding Casey's wrists to the ceiling but left her wrists bound together. "Master Bill, Linda, it has been a delightful evening. Feel free to use the dungeon as late as you like. If you'll excuse us, I am going to take my slave upstairs and fuck her brains out."

Bill grinned. "Excellent idea Master Eric. I'm going to take you up on that offer."