is man who had turned my life upside down . In the last year I had only seen him twice, the first meeting was very short ,cold with no feelings, it was when he walked into our family home demanding payment, ordering my father to get me ready for my new life with him, at the time I didn’t understand what he meant, even now a year on and was still finding it hard to except what is happening to me.

The last year had been one long lesson of learning in what my father called being a good wife, and all what that entailed ,I was learning how to keep the house and myself immaculate at all time of the day and night , sometime my father would inspect the house early hours of the morning and if there was anything out of place then I was to be waken and punished , at first, the punishment was me lying on my parents bed and being smacked as I was always naked when at home and night time was no exception. I soon got use to the feel of his hand on my naked skin, he wouldn’t tell me how many smacks I was to receive, he would just carry on until either the cheeks of my arse was red sore, or the tears from my eyes convinced him that I had has enough. As the months pasted the punishment got more stern, sometimes he would use his belt other times, a whip or flogger for these he would cuff my hands being above my head and my legs would be spread and attached to the legs of his bed , while I was still fourteen he only ever made contact with my back, legs, arms I was always held face down ever allowed to look him in the face as he carried out my punishments each and everyday he found some reason to punish me beside the obligatory ten that I got as part of my lessons on becoming a good wife.

All that was to change on my fiftieth birthday, and my second meeting with the man who was to become my husband, as I stepped in through the front door and was just about to start to undress as I was not allowed to wear any clothes from the I first stepped back into my home , I could hear people talking as this was the first time that we had visitors at our home in the last year I wasn’t sure what to do, and as I didn’t know who our visitor was I made my way up the stairs still fully clothed, I was three steps from the top when my father asked me what I was doing, as I turned to answer him, I stopped mid sentence as Jeff that’s my husband name, as Jeff was stood next to him, my father calmly asked me to come back downstairs and join them, I knew I was in trouble from the expression on my fathers face, what I didn’t know was how much trouble. As I walked pass them to enter the room I could feel Jeff staring, his eyes felt like hot irons boring into me. I glanced up at him and just from his presents I started to blush, I could feel my face start to burn, I began to fidget, I felt uncomfortable being so near to him, I looked pleadingly at my mother, but she just gave a weak smile and lowered her head to which I copied.

I stood in silence head bowed waiting for my father to talk, to my surprised it was Jeff that started off the conversation. It was like I wasn’t even in the room as he spoke about me, reprimanding my mother at such a sloppy job she was doing in my training, that by now I should at least be accustom to being naked no matter who was about, my mother opened her moth to speak but before any words came out, she was on the floor with one swift move he had struck my mother and knocked her to the ground. I stared at my father waiting for some protest to come from him, when I realised there was to be none, without thinking I rushed to my mother trying to help her up, I was screaming at this man to leave my mother alone even after nearly a year of being beaten by my own father the shock of watching some stranger hit my mother was too much. I was crying and screaming at the same begging my father to help me get her up while screaming at Jeff to leave her alone, I screamed at him to fuck off that he was a monster, yelling at my dad to phone the police to get this animal removed from our house, all this time my mother was pushing me away sobbing that she was ok that she had lost her balance, that he hadn’t really hurt her. I could see the swelling coming up on her face but still my father didn’t move. With all the strength I could muster I ran towards Jeff ready to hit out. I have never been a fighter and I was amazed by my own anger towards Jeff, but I wanted to hurt him as he had just hurt my mother, but all he did was laugh, even before I had got within feet of him he had hold of my arms restraining me. Without looking at me he ordered my father to fetch his restraints, within minutes I was cuffed with my hands behind my back. And a space bar between my legs so I was unable too kick out, even after this I was still shouting in protest, with a look of indifference on his face Jeff turned to me, holding my chin with his one hand , with his other he slapped me, hard, it stung instantly the burning that engulfed my face was unbearable tears came quickly to my eyes, as hard as I tried not to show him, I couldn’t stop them from flowing. I hated myself for being so weak as my tears turned to sobs. I hung my head low, not wanted him to watch me, I shook as I stood there after all I was just fifteen, all this was too much for me to handle, I felt so alone, scared, venerable. To have these feeling running through me while both my parents was in the same room as me, the two people who I always thought would keep me from harms way, even with my father beating me everyday in my heart I believe he wouldn’t allow anyone to bring harm to me, and yet it was Jeff that came to me, held me in his strong arms and soothed my tears away, the very man that has caused all my pain was the man that wanted to help take it away, he kissed me softly hushing me into silence. I had never in my short life felt the need to have that feeling of safety, I wanted him to hold me forever even though I was still cuffed I tried my best to push my body into his to feel his warmth, when I was still and calm again, he removed himself from me . As I felt the rush of air come between us as he moved I whimpered slightly, tilting my head up towards him he leaned down to kiss me so lightly on the lips, as he did he torn at my clothes ripping them off me saying that I was always to be naked.

Turning his attention once again to my mother who had stayed on her knees and had also composed herself enough to listen to him talking to her. As I was saying, he continued you have failed with your teaching of my new wife, from the display she has just shown she is no where near ready to be brought to me. My mother once again hung her head low, as he carried on talking about me, Jeff moved closer to my mother, my father stood silent just watching , then without warning he pulled her to her feet his voice changed to one that was fully in command. Looking at my father he ordered him to leave the room, after my father was gone he marched up to my mother looking at her , his tone was one of displeasure as he spoke to her , what are you waiting for you know what is to come to you for such poor teaching of my bride to be, my mother unable to look at Jeff pleading with him to have my father remove me also from the room, in a cruel manner Jeff ignored my mother pleads and without hesitation ripped her dress away from her. There she was stood in front of me, trying hard to cover herself up. Roughly he pulled at her bra and knickers, now my mother may have been almost 40 but she kept herself fit and even though her size c cup tits dropped a little they still looked firm to me, her stomach was a little bit flabby but she still had a small waist, her legs was her best featured being 5’ 10 they was slim and toned.

Again she begging Jeff to remove me from the room, still he ignored her pleas telling her that this will be a valued lesson that I need to learn , she hung her head she knew she was defeated knowing that he wasn’t going to change his mind. First he got her to spread her legs for him, he was getting annoyed at how slow she was responding to him commands , while he looked across to me to make sure I was watching the events enfold in front of me, he casually started to twist her nipples my eyes moved between Jeff’s hands and my mothers face as the look of pain spread across it, as he twisted harder then replacing his hands with his mouth he bit down hard on her nipple while his other hand forced its way into her cunt , without warning he pushed hard plunging his hand deeper into her , mother trying desperately to widen her legs to allow more room for his hand to bury itself into her cunt , her cunt seemed far to small for his whole hand to disappear into , her cries turning to screams , but while he worked his fist in and out each time going a little deeper into her cunt, it seemed to me that there was something shinny almost wet over his fingers it seemed to make the sliding go a little more smoothly,

and my mothers scream slowly turned to moans , not taking my eyes off her cunt as Jeff worked his fist fully into her almost lifting her off the ground as he rammed. Unable to both bit her nipples and work his fist into my mother, he called my father back into the room getting him to attached what I thought looked like pretty little earrings onto her nipples but with the begging and pleading that my mother was doing I knew what ever they was they was only there to bring pain to her. Confused and very frightened, I watch in fascination to the reaction my mother seemed to go through as her ordeal carried on, at first I wasn’t to scream out at Jeff that he was hurting her, but now she seemed to be getting pleasure from what both Jeff and my father was doing to her, after fixing the nipple clamps to my mother nipple my father took his flogger to her as Jeff had her standing with his fist deep into her cunt, he was now trying to work something into her arse , he was using so much force the sweat pouring down my mothers body only made her look all the more beautiful to me, I was no longer worried about the pain she made be in, just watching Jeff fist fuck my mother as I father whipped her, this was the most wondrous act I had ever witnessed , days later I realised that was the first sexual act I had ever seen, having never watched a porn film or even a porn mag up until that point all I knew about sex was the childish chat I had had with school friends . And there I was watching my mother getting used like a doll, neither man have any thought for her feeling they just wanted to take from her their own gratification.

After what seemed to me to be an eternity my father threw his flogger to one side Jeff who still had his fist up her cunt with all this wet stuff running down over his wrist, as I found out later when talking to my mother that wetness was called cum, with one or two very deep plunges he ripped his fist out, I could hear the squelching sound of my mother cunt, my father still standing behind her bent her over unable to watch what he was doing I heard his zip being undone with some movement he rammed his cock into my mother, he didn’t seem to care at that point that I was there watching him fuck my mother as if she was some sort of object, pulling her head back by her hair with every thrust of his cock her moaning again began to grow with both a mix of pleasure and pain coming from her mouth, he leaned forward grabbing hold of her tit as they bounced about from the force.

I could feel Jeff staring at me but I was unable to take my eyes off my parents, the effect of watching them was taking hold of me without knowing why I started rocking with the movements my their fucking small moans was escaping from my mouth with my hands bound I couldn’t get to the burning feeling that was growing in my own cunt , sensing Jeff was behind me I leaned back into his body pushing my arse into his hard cock that I could feel under his jeans grinding my arse and not really knowing why the sensation was almost electric losing myself in the waves of pleasure, I closed my eyes hoping that it would help bring relief to this uncontrollable feeling I was having not being able to stand it any longer I found myself begging for it to stop, not knowing what it would take for the feeling to go away, but knowing I needed something to stop it, they I felt Jeff lower me back slightly bringing his leg up between my legs rubbing his knee up against my cunt and clit pushing enough pressure to bring me to my first climax with me dry humping his leg getting closer to cum, Jeff rolling my nipples in his fingers pulling on them I could feel the pain but I was so far gone in wanting to cum that it only added to my pleasure, with Jeff being well over 6’ and myself just over 5 he was able to lean over me and pulling my tit up he manage to get my nipple into his mouth pulling and biting on it harder, the closer I got to cumming . Opening my eyes again I would still see my father fucking my mother but his eyes was on me. He was watching me fuck on Jeff leg while he fucked my mother, with that tears started to roll down my face as my body started to jerk and tremble into its first orgasm, I felt ecstasy flow over me as I started to cum moaning louder as the wave hit me with what almost sounded like an animal I screamed out my first orgasm. Coming back down from my high , my eyes caught my fathers again but this time he stopped fucking my mother and walked around from her, for the first time in my life I saw a mans penis and it belonged to my father, it seemed huge to me it was standing out straight all wet and shinny just like Jeff’s fist had been, it bounced about while he walked in front of my mother , she opened her mouth and he rammed it into her turning his head to watch me watching them as he fucked her mouth there was a strange sort of pride in his face as he fucked her mouth, Jeff leaving me with my own thoughts as I watched my father hold my mothers head still as he shot his load time and time again down her throat, I watched her mouth to see if any came back out but it didn’t, she drank the whole lot.

Jeff stood by my side with his hand now firmly playing with my tits as he undid his zip, my eyes darted down to see his cock, it was bigger than my fathers and a bit thicker it looked so powerful, he took my hand and showed me how to rub it. He pushed me to my knees and ordered me to kiss it, not knowing what to do I kissed it like I would a mouth it tasted a bit salty as he rubbed some slimy stuff over my lips. I opened my mouth as I had watched my mother do to, when he stopped kneeling down in front of me he kissed me hard, full on my moth pushing his tongue into my mouth we kissed like that for a few minutes the whole time I was rubbing his cock, looking me in the eyes he told me I wasn’t ready yet and that I was to be a good girl and learn my lessons well, and he would be back to claim me when I had, the look of disappointment was evident on my face, he smiled at me, almost laughing he told me that it wouldn’t be long before he was fucking my cunt sore and I would be begging for him to stop, with tears in my eyes I just nodded at him. Leaving me kneeling he also walked to my mother, she was there whimpering as she was kneeling down for him he got on his knees and got mother to lick his cock wet then walking behind her, he pulled the dildo out of her arse and replaced it with his cock looking at the dildo that he had throw to the floor it was longer than Jeffs cock but it wasn’t as wide, after a few attempts of getting his cock my mothers arse he took it out and again got her to suck it lick it, it need more spit on it, with jeff’s cock aching to cum he didn’t mess about this time . He just grabbed her hips and rammed his cock in to stifle her cries father pushed the dildo that had been up her arse for the last 40 minutes back into her mouth , fucking her mouth with it until his own cock was hard again, he also threw the dilso away as he again fucked me moth as Jeff fucked her arse .father got so turned on watching her lick the dildo clean that he shot his load about the same time as Jeff did.

With both Jeff and my father spent and my mother almost sleeping where she lay, my arms was now hurting me from being tied behind my back for so long , Jeff cleaned himself up then came to me undoing the cuff he carried me up to my room putting in to my bed telling me to get some sleep, I had to know before he left, if I would be seeing him again soon. He smiled at me and promised me it wouldn’t be too long before he would be here again and with that he walked out of my room.

Chapter two soon

He does not move but calls out to whoever is there. “Enter” His tone is cool and relaxed he is almost sure who it will be. She is on time but he wonders how she has faired over the last few months without his visits. When the door slips open his eyes see what he expected. A beautiful woman comes into the room smiling almost shyly to him. He waits comfortably as the door is shut behind the newcomer then as she locks it. His eyes do not leave the creature before him as he watches seeing all she is.

Her blonde curls and bronze skin all he remembers from when he trained her. He sees she is wearing a simple sun dress common in this part of California. Still by the door she lifts the dress in one move drawing it off her body. His eyes drink her in as she holds the dress in a small bundle to the side. He sees her begin to kneel down for him her eyes only looking to his when she first came in. Now they look to the floor before her in difference of this Man her Master from so long ago.

“Stay on your feet little dasha” His words are cool and calm as he is when training. He raises from the chair his drink forgotten there as he walks to her side. Reaching out he takes her dress freeing her hand. “Yes Master” She shivers a little as he takes the dress he notices her voice goes softer. “dasha has missed Master but is well kept.” He smiles at those words as he slowly begins to circle her. His eyes take her in devouring every little detail just as he did when he trained her.

His eyes look her over carefully even critically until he is happy with her. His hand travels over her skin, their bronze on bronze skin melting together as he strokes over her long graceful legs. As his hand passes over her skin a small trail of goose flesh rises in its wake. He hears her gasp, he knows she would love nothing more then to be raped right this moment. He smiles as he takes his time with her tormenting her with teases of what is to come. He knows he has her only for a night or two so he will make the most of the time he has. Stepping back to the side of her he admires the view she presents to him.

Her body is lithe like a sleek curving panther. When she moves even slightly he can see her muscles moving with the grace of a feline. Her breasts are sweet round, firm looking as he remembered them feeling. They are just a bit to larger then what would be called handfuls. Her breasts are deliciously capped with tight rose colored nipples. Both of which are erect just from him gazing on them. Her hips indent in giving her a curving hourglass figure models would die to have. Her ass cheeks are perfect just right to fit in a Mans palm when grasped. Each has just enough give when spanked making her ass wiggle as if begging for more punishment.

He nods content as he feels his cock twitch in his shorts. Moving back to his chair he sits down getting comfortable. Lifting his forgotten soda he sips it slowly then sets it aside. Dropping her dress next to his chair he nods to her. “You may kneel now and greet little dasha.” His tone is heavy with desire which he holds in check for the moment. He watches as she whimpers having heard his wanting in his voice. Swiftly she kneels down her back ramrod straight. Her palms touch the floor next to her forcing her to lean forward helplessly. Then gracefully she draws her palms forward until they are in front of her. Lifting her sweet ass off her legs she draws herself up until she is on all fours.

Never making a sound she begins to crawl to where he sits. Her hair loose hangs covering her face hiding it from him. Her breasts hang as she moves towards him they sway enticingly with her movements. Once before him she kneels once again, without looking up she boldly places her cheek to his inner thigh. “dasha greets Master and hopes she pleases him in every way Master.” Her words come out a submissive whisper of hot breath. Her southern accent rolls smoothly off her tongue as she kneels there. Her brown eyes swirl with emotion as she dares to look up into his eyes. Her gaze peaking out thru her curly mass of hair no longer protecting her from his view. Swiftly unable to fight his powerful gaze she looks down her breath comes out in small gasps. It is almost like she had forgotten to breathe when she was caught in his gaze.

He smiles down at her as she catches her breath. Reaching out he slowly strokes her curly hair enjoying the feel of it. Drawing the hair from her face he begins to stroke her cheek softly. “Tonight you will be showing my new pet how well trained you are.” He says this softly not worrying about her reaction. “She will be picking the toy you demonstrate for her dasha. Then if you are good I may allow you to return the favor.” His tone drips with mischief as he continues to stroke her face. His cock aching to break free it acts as if it knows she is near. She moans so close she can practically taste it wishing she were. He controls himself wanting to save his energy for tonight’s festivities. “Dress dasha then go to the car I will be right there.” His words come out like an order just as he ment them to.

She grabs the dress from next to his chair swiftly beginning to rise to her feet. Without a sound she covers her sleek form as she was told. Moving from him she teasingly lifts the hem as she bends forward to stretch. This exposes her half shaven slit to his eyes she hears his growl when he notices. Her ass cheeks are almost fully exposed to his eyes. This causes his cock to go rock solid in a single heartbeat. As she bends in place he leans out his hand striking with the speed of a serpent. A single sharp smack drifts thru the air followed by her moan of desire. Knowing he has told her no she lowers the skirt smoothing it as she scurries to the door. Unlocking it she swings it open the sunlight blinds her for a second as she slips out. The door clicks shut as he rises moving to the kitchen. Dumping the last of his soda he throws the can into the recycling bin. Moving to the door he locks it as he pulls it shut.

Knowing she was tormenting him he decides to repay the favor. As he walks over to the car he opens his door and slips inside. Her pumps are off on the floor he smiles seeing the little feet he used to love to punish. Adjusting himself he arranges it so his cockhead and an inch of shaft peak from the leg of his shorts. “Lay your head on my thigh dasha.” He smiles as he begins to drive back to his home. He feels her lay there only an inch separating her lips from his cock. The tint windows hide her lying in his lap from other motorist. He feels her begin to inch towards his head wanting to taste him. He remembers she was always a hungry pet. “No you may not touch it dasha. If your lips touch it you will receive a lash for each suckling.” His tone is dares her to disobey as he drives out of the city down the highway toward home.

Driving he feels her breath on his cock keeping him hard. He can hear her whimper and squirm on the seat next to him. He says nothing letting his mind focus on the drive. The entire trip home she almost fails her lips aching to stuff him into her mouth. The only thing stopping her is the fear of his whip. His teasing is tearing her apart she has no clue how close they are to home. As they pull up the main drive maybe two minutes from the house she cries out in agony. Having a split second to brace himself as her hot mouth slides over his cocks head. She had taken a deep breath right before impaling herself on his cock. She sucks hard swallowing his head trying to get more in her mouth. Looking down he laughs as she frantically nurses on him. Her tongue works overtime swallowing as she comes up for air, he puts the car in park.

Whimpering she makes another dive for his cock, this time his hand catches her hair. Pulling her back just before her lips caress him again, “Well sweet hungry dasha you’ve earned two whippings for your teasing and now for your disobedience.” His voice is sharp as he says this she squirms on the seat hot and in need. “Please Master rape me I am hot and helpless for you Master.” Her tone is a whisper as she squirms. Reaching down he pushes his damp cock back into his shorts. “Later maybe now get out and go inside wait in downstairs but do not speak to the other pet.” He voice once more is cool and calm even as he Masters his desire.

Whimpering she slips out of the car not daring to say a word knowing she was wrong. Moving to the door she opens it going inside his eyes leave her only when the door shuts. He shuts off the car getting out adjusting himself so it is more comfortable. Grinning he locks the car with his remote then walks inside. Looking around as he locks the door seeing he is alone. Nodding approvingly he lifts the remote flicking on the television. Two screens appear as he watches what talis did while he was gone. The second smaller screen shows the room now in live view. Movement on it catches his eyes causing him to pause the tape.

Flicking the real time onto the main screen he watches dasha. As she moves into the room the other pet gasps. The other pet looks at dasha whimpering “Please help me!” dasha knows she has already pushed her luck today. Doing as told she ignores the little pet in her prison. Moving to the wall dasha looks lovingly over several toys there. Selecting a long flexible cane with a leather tip she knows that Master will approve. Moving to the small clearing in front of the pen dasha slips off her dress folding it neatly. She kneels facing the kennel waiting for him as instructed the cane cradled lovingly in her hands like a treasure. Smiling as he watches the screen he shakes his head pressing a button the tape returns to the main screen.

Watching the tape fast forwarding when she crouches and such. He notes her first struggle with the chain. She does as he instructed after maybe thirty minutes. Watching as talis studies the different objects in the room the medical table still makes her shiver. Smiling as he notices her looking over the saw horse with confusion. Thinking poor dasha will be a sore slut by morning. Shrugging he moves to the kitchen shutting off the television. He pulls out two bottles of water with small X’s on the caps. Then pulls out one more water without an X on it for himself. Moving to the secret door opening it he steps inside waiting till it clicks shut behind him.

Walking down the stairs ignoring the girls as he sets all three bottles on the table. Turning now he looks at the naked females before him. Looking to dasha he smiles at her posture then looks to talis. She meets his eyes for a long moment then looks down. Almost as an after thought she mimics dasha facing him. He notices however that talis keeps her knees closed and shakes his head. Reaching out as he comes behind dasha he catches her hair pulling it cruelly almost lifting her with it. “Mind telling me why you have that in your hands dasha.” He looks up when talis inhales sharply his tone is cool and collected. “Is something wrong pet?” She shakes her head afraid to speak just now.

He hears dasha whimper out her reply almost too soft to be heard. “Master I was a bad pet earlier and was willful. I know I earned punishment.....” Her soft southern voice breaks as she lifts the cane small tears already forming in her eyes. “Please Master punish me so I may redeem my worthless self.” Her words are full of submission to him asking him to whip her. He looks to talis catching her studying dasha openly. Smiling nodding his head he can see the confusion in talis’s eyes. Reaching out he lifts the cane holding it by the hilt nodding his head. “You pick a cruel device dasha. I believe you know it is a favorite of mine.” His tone shows his approval of her actions.

Swiftly dasha kneels to the floor turning her eyes to look on the pet within. Her ass now is in the air her legs spread even more to open her slit to him if he wishes to punish it. Her arm moves smoothly with practiced grace drawing her hair off her shoulders so her back is open to him as well. She remains silent looking at the other pet her eyes show her sadness at failure. Her body seems to flow with an eagerness to regain her place in his world. Her hands grasp the carpet there holding onto it as she feels the gentle brush of the leather tip. She wishes now she was a good pet instead of teasing Master. His eyes study each girl seeing talis and dasha locked in a mental bond.

Without a word he lifts his arm flicking the wrist he stripes her ass cheek. He makes sure the leather tip along with the cane make contact on her bare defenseless flesh. Her scream is loud coming forcefully from her. He notices that talis shivers whimpering softly as her eyes dart between the mark and dasha eyes. Lifting his arm again he aims for her back. Allowing the full impact of the cane to catch her skin this time. The strikes are not hard but they stripe her all the same. Her second scream is followed by gasping for breath as her body rocks in pain. He does not correct her knowing he is hurting her careful not to open her skin. The last strike he drives it across her exposed thighs. This scream is the loudest of them all her body bucks as her skin reddens with a single stripe across both legs.

Tears come freely now as she shivers rocked by pure pain. Her body is on fire but she slowly breaks into a smile daring to look back over her shoulder. “Thank you Master I am well punished. I hope I may find a way to please Master this night.” Listening he hears her soft voice between the sobs of pain as she fights them. The shocked look on talis’s face is priceless. Turning he walks over to the table hanging the cane back on its hook. Moving to the jars lifting one he moves over to a low stool.

Sitting down he smiles softly to dasha’s back letting talis see his look. “Come here dasha.” His tone leaves no doubt to it being a command. With a dancers grace dasha arches her back kneeling up slowly crawling to him. It is as if dasha has no modesty each movement is sexual to talis making her feel strangely envious. He waits as dasha reaches him reaching down he pulls her into his lap. Spreading her across his legs he scoops out some cream out rubbing it onto the stripe on her back. Rubbing slowly dasha whimpers after a few moments her whimper turns into a sigh as the pain lessens. He then scoops out some more cream rubbing it over her ass cheek the stripes remain but the pain lessens in each one. Finally he works over her striped thighs as he does this he smiles wickedly only talis can see it.

Setting down the jar he uses his now free hand to slide up dasha’s thigh. She moans as his fingers force her legs apart. His fingers slide deep into her already damp pussy three of them causing her to cry out in pleasure. “Are you going to be a good girl now dasha?” She wiggles on his lap as she whimpers the pleasure and dull pain throbbing thru her body. “Anything Master I am a good girl I swear.” Her words are almost begging now. He smiles as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of her wet slit. Not going fast enough to let her cum only enough to keep her excited.

Looking up he catches talis looking at them with a mixture of confusion and lust in her eyes. He speaks softly as he continues to torture dasha on his lap. “What did you decide to try out tonight pet?” His words are cool and calm the predator in the forefront once more. Laughing softly as his words cause dasha’s pussy to contract in need. Timidly talis tries to answer him but her eyes keep straying to dasha. “Sir ummm I don’t know....” He watches her as her eyes stray to the saw horse in the corner. “Tell me pet it’s not as if you will suffer from your choice.” To make his point the pinches dasha’s pussy lip forcing a whimper from her.

Hearing the whimper talis groaned softly unable to understand why the other girl’s pain is getting to her. Leit could see it the bond that was forming between the slaves he nodded approvingly. “The saw horse I don’t understand its use Mas…ter.” Her words came out haltingly as she looked down submissively. Talis could feel his eyes as if he were scouring her soul. His lips curled into a smile even as dasha whimpered. Talis felt dasha’s gaze on her the empathy between them made it easy for talis to feel what dasha felt. He shook his head while sliding his teasing fingers from her slit. Sliding her from his knee he carefully sets her in front of him on her knees.

Then standing he moves over to the saw horse looking back to dasha. Catching the look dasha is giving talis he snaps his fingers. Dasha slowly crawls to his side kissing his knee knowing she was caught. He catches her hair lifting her by it to her feet. Without waiting he draws her over the saw horse. Looking back to see talis watching in fear his smile to her catches her off guard. “Have no fear pet this will be fun for her after a while. Won’t it dasha?” His tone is soothing and calm as he speaks to them. “Yes Master dasha knows your horse well and will ride it as you desire.” Her tone is submissive even as she shivers at the thought. “Now watch carefully pet.” He says to talis as he begins to prepare dasha for her torment.

He lifts dasha carefully so she is centered over the horse. “Hold yourself dasha with your legs.” He takes one of her hands lifting it to the chain above the horse and locks it in the fur lined restraint. Before she has time to move much he repeats the action with her other hand. Now with both her hands above her he centers her over the wood rail of the saw horse. The whole horse is covered in black leather and just high enough to force her sex to rest on it. Looking into her eye he reaches back to where a control panel is hidden on the wall.

Pressing a button he lowers the chain about three inches putting her full body weight on her toes. Dasha moans and whimpers as she hears the motor lowering her down. Her tiptoes hold her beautifully just barely resting on the padded wood her clit caressing it causing her to moan again. Walking over to talis he opens the crate motioning her to come to him. Talis looks up blinking at him her eyes had been glued to the girl suspended above the horse. Crawling she moves out into the room to his side frightened unable to resist the strength he represents in the room. Scared she grips his leg and snuggles to it pressing her breasts into his naked skin below his shorts.

He feels her on his leg holding him reaching down he strokes her hair. “It’s ok pet she will be fine just some small bruising.” Dasha cries out as her toes give out forcing her pussy to embrace the padded leather. He watches as dasha struggles with gravity knowing there is only one out come. “See talis here is how it works. Dasha fights to stay on her toes so as not to force her slit onto the wood.”, he says this talis as he strokes her hair again. His words come out almost like a purr as he watches the girl struggle. “Her calf muscles hold her up for as long as she can force them to. Then when she can no longer hold herself her own weight causes her to crash down on the beam all the harder.

During his commentary dasha has once more managed to life herself up onto her toes. Her moans are soft and feminine as she struggles to keep herself off the horse. His words come unbidden like the crack of a whip. “Kiss the wood dasha, show me how much you wish to please your Master.” With a cry of humiliation and submission she lowers her slit once more kissing the wood. Dasha lets out a cry pain it is a long mournful moan her eyes look to his searching for his pleasure in her. When she sees his approval tears of pleasure begin to slip down her cheeks. He feels talis wiggling against him once more.

He looks down once more as talis whimpers he can feel her shivering. “Are you ok pet.”, he asks her softly as he smiles the pain in her features are obvious to him. “Yes Master please..... please let dasha free.” She swallows frightened as she presses herself more helpless to his leg wanting to save the other. Talis can only imagine what the girls slit must feel like. He laughs softly, “So you do care fine then go to her and straddle the horse if you can support her she will be allowed some respite.”

Talis moans softly in fear but hearing his words she finds the others suffering spurring her to action. Talis crawls much as she saw dasha do once more the bound between the two animals makes talis take more risks. Her ass cheeks sway enticingly for him as she moves. When she reaches the saw horse she stands throwing a leg over it. Soon she realizes her mistake as she wraps her arms about dasha. Her legs were to short just as dasha’s were all she could do was lift on her toes. He looked at the spectacle seeing them embraced his lips curled into a wicked grin. Talis hears him moving behind them cool hands reach between her thighs parting her lips for her letting her feel the padded wood on her inner most places.

Dasha can’t believe what this other pet had done. She gratefully leaned into the girl but then it all went wrong. A sharp scream filled the room as dasha’s weight forced talis’s slit onto the beam. Even leaning back dasha could not free talis from her punishment. Soon both girls slits kissed the beam. The sounds of their pained panting as well as the sound of wet slits kissing the wood was the only sounds in the room.

The pain must have been indescribable for talis. Oddly enough the thought of helping the other female and pleasing him was appealing. Her pussy was soon soaked thru making the leather of the wood all the more hungry for her. She could feel every little imperfection in the beam. She could feel the heat of dasha pressing into her, even though she knew that was why she could not stand her arms almost convulsively held her. Her hard nipples burned point into her chest it was the first time she had ever been this close to another woman.

He had all he could take his eyes were pleased at the twin beauties before him. Lowering the chain he allowed dasha to come down on the beam fully. Reaching out he gathered talis to his arms slowly lifting her bruised core from the beam knowing she was going to be in much pain. He set her on the floor then turned to dasha moving to her he freed her wrists then slowly drew her off the beam. Moving her over to where the other lay he smiled a big content smile. “I am very proud of you both.”, his words reflect his pride in both the girls for he was not lying about it.

The display of both girls straddling the horse had made him painfully erect. Now the only question was where to sheathe his shaft. Both girls had qualities he wished to explore but he would have to choose carefully just now. He crouched down in front of them as dasha rolled onto her side. He was shocked when dasha wrapped her arms protectively about the other girl as if begging him to spare her. He knew deep in his soul that talis would be too sore to properly enjoy and the sight made him want to rape them badly. What to do what to do so many choices to make.

More to come...........

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