al">Katherine's hair is growing out nicely: light brown in color, cut in a blunt bob, just brushing the nape of her neck.... no bangs of course. Sarah's hair is the longest of my four girls, dark brown and blunt cut four inches below her shoulders; I have decided that Sarah will keep her eye framing bangs.  I prefer long hair on my girls. They will grow it waist length for me.  It will be their crowning glory, my love reins, most suitable to tie to the pole, if the need arises.

 

When their hair is long enough, I have decided that they will wear it up when they leave the house in keeping with Sarah's Amish background. Mandy is the most proficient with any bun style, French twist or upswept hairstyle. Sarah learned simple buns and braids growing up.

 

Naturally they will wear makeup to enhance their natural beauty and colorful stylish clothing, not the severe Amish dresses and head coverings of Sarah's past life; before she became my slave.  I have on occasion required them to dress exactly alike, especially when we all go out for dinner.

 

I find women who wear their long hair pinned up to be very attractive.  This type of hairstyle is both elegant and practical; it is also an issue of control; a slave must know her place. Minnie understood this when she was Mistress Minerva; she understands it now and is powerless to change anything.

 

She wore her beautiful thick and silky red hair long and deliberately kept her slaves hair cut short...control and dominance. Minnie did not want them more beautiful then she. Minerva wanted all the attention for herself.  Minerva understood my preference, fetish if you will, for women with long hair.  She teased me with hers. 

 

Minnie fixed her hair in a pretty bun on the day of her betrayal; she thought to entice and arouse me under the pretence of making up.

As one consequence of her failed coup, I initially had Minnie's hair trimmed and thinned by Mandy every three weeks to maintain the pixie haircut that she imposed on Mandy. 

 

I started allowing Minnie's hair to grow out seven months into her sentence. Minnie now has a modified bowl cut; five inches long on top, the longer bowl section curving just above her ears; full and thick on the back and sides. Mandy choose this style, as it will grow out easily to a blunt bob when the time comes.  Minnie hates her hair short.  Even though I prefer it longer, I have decided that she will keep this style for now.  It will require her to try even harder for my attention and approval considering that there are three younger slave girls in my household that have hair longer then hers.   

 

It may seem odd to some that I refer to them as girls.  Mandy just turned thirty-two, Katherine is thirty-four, while Sarah is the youngest, at twenty-five, the baby of my slave women.  Which brings us to Minnie, the oldest, she will be thirty-seven tomorrow.

 

Minnie can easily pass for a woman in her late- twenties and is the most beautiful of my four slave girls. She is the closest to me in age, I being forty-two. Minnie is one of those rare, lucky women who will be a classical beauty well into her seventies. Nevertheless that is how I affectionately think of them and often address them as my girls.

 

 I take no pleasure on the restrictions that I imposed on her because of her betrayal. They were necessary for the good of the household. Minnie is a slave, nothing more nothing less, and her status in the Sanctorum now greatly diminished: a slave and a servant to slaves.  Order and discipline must be maintained, countered with fairness and kindness.

 

As one of her restrictions, Minnie is required to sleep alone in the basement under the most Spartan of conditions. The first month, secured to her pole in a sitting position.  For the remaining time she was given a thin neoprene mat for the floor and a quilt that Sarah made for her from coarse cotton material; she will sleep on the floor leashed to the pole; a plastic bucket for her sanitary needs.

 

On her birthday, this final restriction will be lifted; Minnie will to be allowed to sleep in a proper bed and given clothing. In the event that she backslides, I reserve the right to modify the conditions at any time. 

 

I am not one for orgies in the Master Bedroom, my bedroom. I prefer to sleep with one girl at a time. I must clarify what I mean by "sleep with".

 

At night, when it is bedtime, when it is time to sleep, as we all must, I will select one of my girls to share my bed for the night, which includes her pleasuring me. For minor offences and as a punishment, the offending girl may be leashed to the bedpost and made to sleep naked on the floor at the foot of the bed.

 

Not that I have not had two or three of my girls at once; I prefer to do this during the day.  The girls look forward to their "special time" at night. Each of my girls has their assigned bedroom for those nights they are not with me. 

 

Two months into Minnie's sentence, Princess spent a night sleeping on the floor for thinking that she could punish and/or abuse Minnie when nobody was watching. What she did is not important; it shall remain in the family; between my girls and I.  

 

What is important is that she now realizes what she done was petty and greatly disappointed me. I expected better from her and told her so in private.

 

 Every Saturday morning, I gather my girls together for a household meeting. Any concerns and suggestions are discussed; of course, I remain the final arbiter. . Everyone is assigned household chores for the week.

 

Mandy and Katherine still have their occupations and their schedule is discussed and taken into consideration.  I allow them to work because it pleases me. That Saturday, I held court on Sarah's offences with the girls present: Mandy, Katherine and Minnie, naked and collared, made to assume the position, which is only proper.  Sarah was stripped of her clothing and secured to the pole in a standing position; her hands above her head, her legs hobbled at her ankles.

 

Sarah was required to confess her transgressions against Minnie and then offer her a public apology. I then removed my garrison belt and applied it to Sarah's buttocks; two forceful cracks for each offence against Minnie.  I let it be known that this behavior will not be tolerated by any of my girls against another. 

 

I released Sarah from the pole and she immediately assumed the position next to the other girls. I adjured court and directed them to heel and then stand. 

 

Assuming the position is common slave etiquette practiced by the Sanctorum. The slave girl will kneel with her hands flat on the floor, crossed, with her forehead on her hands.  Her ass will be higher then her head, her feet will be together. To heel is for the girl is to kneel with her back straight, arms straight and crossed in front, with her head up looking at her Master or Mistress. 

 

To my surprise and satisfaction, Sarah still crying, walked over to Minnie, offered her hand, and quietly apologized again.  Minnie not only took Sarah's hand accepting her apology, but actually hugged Sarah, tears starting to form in her eyes as well. Looking at Mandy and Katherine's faces I knew what would happen next; I went upstairs to let them have their moment, well satisfied with the outcome; Minnie showing genuine humility; one of my favorite attributes in a slave girl.  Sarah's transgression was expunged with her punishment; I will not bring it up again.

 

That evening, I went downstairs to check on Minnie for the first time. Up until then, the girls took care of her needs: I ignored her, never going to the basement.  Minnie immediately assumed the position. "Minnie, heel."  When she complied, I gently touched her face resting my hand on the top of her head.  This was only the second time that I talked to her and the first time I touched her or showed her any affection since the Sanctorum returned her to me.  "You do not have permission to speak to me."  "Tomorrow you will be allowed upstairs during the day for the rest of your sentence."  I added, continuing to caress her face and hair and looking into her beautiful green eyes. 

 

"You will eat your meals alone in the kitchen and then serve us ours in the dinning room "You will take cooking lessons from Sarah and help her clean the house"  " Every Saturday morning, you will attend the household meeting" "The girls and I will discuss your progress; you will remain silent and listen." 

 

"You may use one of the girl's two bathrooms, specifically the toilet and sink."   "You will be allowed to take one cold shower a day.... alone."  " Your use of hot water will be restricted to hand washing, food preparation and house cleaning." "Your sleeping arrangements will remain the same.... for now."

 

"Go to your sleeping mat and lie down."   Minnie quickly complied.  I attached her leash to the pole and covered her with her quilt and rubbed her head one final time.  That was the second time I left her crying by her pole.

 

Sunday morning Minnie was to be allowed upstairs for the first time.  It was Mandy's turn to share my bed that previous night and she liked to cuddle and have me play with her hair when I awoke, followed by breakfast in bed just for the two of us, served by Katherine or Sarah when I called for it. 

 

Mandy was full of questions as were Sarah and Katherine, they all being excited about Minnie being allowed upstairs. This too pleased me greatly; I made an exception and we all had breakfast in bed together.

 

I answered their questions; implemented most of their suggestions, then gave them their instructions, receiving many hugs and kisses.  Afterwards, Mandy and I showered together while Katherine and Sarah had their showers, dressed and waited for us in the library.

 

I sent Sarah to bring Minnie upstairs, while I waited in the library, sitting in my favorite chair, my feet on the matching ottoman.

Katherine and Mandy met them at the top of the stairs and then escorted Minnie to their bathroom and dressing room to get her presentable for my viewing.

 

From the beginning, Minnie was given a toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, antiseptic mouthwash and castile soap for her personal needs. She was allowed to wash in the slop-sink, as was Princess.

Now Minnie was given shampoo and conditioner and allowed a cold shower. Next she was given a full body wax and is told that I will allow her to shave her armpits and legs. 

 

Minnie covered her mouth during the wax, tears running down her face; how the tables are turned!  Minnie always kept her public hair full, but trimmed and shaped; shaved vaginas were for slaves...need I say more?

 

One Saturday, during our household meeting, Katherine told me that Minnie hated needles and that was why she never wears earrings or had her ears pierced. Each of my beautiful girls was given a gift of an identical pair of 18-karat gold hoop earrings. The earrings are a symbol of their bondage and they are required to wear them except when showering or sleeping.

 

They share a communal jewelry chest that is located on the second floor in a bedroom room I converted into a dressing room; complete with floor to ceiling mirrors, and a walk- in -closet. The closet contains identical items of clothing in each of the girl's sizes, including Minnie's.  The room also has vanity tables and chairs. 

 

The antique jewelry chest is the size of a large chest of drawers. It is filled exclusively with sterling silver jewelry, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, pins, broaches and hair accessories: combs and barrettes.

 

The chest contains just about every semi-precious stone available: turquoise, ambers, garnets, amethysts, and onyx: lapis lazuli, tanzanite, sapphires and citrines: tourmaline and spinals, corals, jade, carnelian, jasper and aquamarine, to name a few and illustrate the variety the chest contains. Every piece is duplicated in four: Minerva must earn access to the chest, as she must her 18-karat hoops. 

 

They enjoy dressing and modeling for me, as I delight in watching them. Having two or three beautiful female companions, while out in public, regardless of the activity shared is most gratifying.  Even at home on most nights we dress for dinner and eat in my formal dining room; they may make a selection of jewelry from the chest to go with their ensemble.

 

I make time for these life's pleasures, they follow their schedule, help each other out and get along like sisters; sisters in bondage, but sisters; As I have said before, I have my own methods.

 

This Sunday morning, Minnie will not have her ears pierced. Katherine will perform the procedure; Minnie will have her vertical clitoral hood pierced for an 18-karat ball closure ring; all my girls wear one.  Minnie fainted twice during the procedure and the girls teased her about it.

 

 

 

When Minnie gained her composure, and stopped crying, they had her stand in front of the full-length mirror in their dressing room. They showed her their gold closure rings, then hugged and congratulated her, they being proud of theirs.

 

Masters and Mistresses of the Sanctorum have offered me millions for Minnie. Many of them are cruel taskmasters. Some Mistresses offering to purchase her are formal rivals jealous of her beauty. They would abuse and degrade her for no other reason then they can, the atrocities they would heap upon her...........

 

To other Dominants, Minnie is merely a novelty, a status symbol to amuse themselves and then discard.  She could be sold or traded multiple times, the temperament of her new owner, the luck of the draw. Fortunately most Masters and Grand Masters are of my vein. We work diligently to sanction, purge or if necessary, terminate these undesirables.

 

In my opinion Minnie used her crop far too freely on Mandy and Katherine, and then she mostly ignored them in her quest to become Grand Mistress.  Those two months alone in the basement gave her much to think about, as well as myself.

 

Princess has been my slave the longest and knows my mind. I telling her that I was disappointed in her and telling her I expected better of her, no doubt hurt her more then the belt.  Sarah loves me as I love her. My Katherine...my Mandy, our house would be empty without them. In the short time I have owned them, I have grown to love them as well, but each in different way then Sarah; I can't put it into words and I pride myself in logic and reason.

 

I have known Minnie the longest; first as Minerva, who I met at her dance school after my acrimonious divorce; then as my dance partner; we won many competitions together; Finally as Mistress Minerva of the Sanctorum; my salvation and blessing.  Minerva was my marvelous teacher, my mentor and part time lover. Minerva, I loved from the first. How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate.... prideful...asinine and obtuse, we both were, Master, Mistress.... afraid of three words.  I have forgiven Minnie for her betrayal.

 

Yet, a Master I remain with responsibility to the Sanctorum and the women that I love. This is the life we chose, Minnie and I. We are of the Sanctorum. We must play our parts; until death do us part. I will keep my word to former Grand Mistress Maude and Grand Master Arthur.  I will work with him to secure the values of the Sanctorum.

 

 

After awhile there was a knock on the library door, "Come in ladies" I answered in response to the knock. Katherine slid the double pocket doors open and entered the room first in a beautiful sea green dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. She had selected a silver and green tourmaline bracelet, ring, and chain with a heart shaped pendant to go with the dress. Next was Mandy in the identical dress in pale blue, choosing lapis lazuli for her stone; hair and make-up perfect. 

 

Then my Sarah in a pale rose version, her hair up in a French twist with two silver and red garnet hair combs and a red garnet bracelet, make-up, perfect; blood red lipstick, luscious.  Minnie entered last, naked and collared. Her red hair freshly washed and her face scrubbed, pink and glowing with health. 

 

While confined to the basement, and per my instructions, the girls saw to it that she received good healthy meals and multiple vitamin/ mineral supplements as well as requiring Minnie to do her stretching and exercises, most times doing them with her.

 

  As they each entered, they assumed the position, in a neat row, right to left, all four girls barefoot. "You may heel ladies"

I put my coffee cup on the coaster, got up from the chair and walked to Katherine. "You may stand Katherine my dear and I must say you look lovely" Katherine put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth. "Thank you Michael" She replied smiling, followed by my arms around her waist and then kissing her mouth, as she tried to speak  "If you want".... Kiss..."your lunch".... Kiss..."on time".... Kiss, Kiss...."you will have to let me go".... Kiss...."So I can set the table!"

 

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I was rather busy and my mind was elsewhere." I said, Kiss.  Putting her hand in over of my mouth, "I said if you want your lunch on time you have to let me go to set the table." Katherine repeated, laughing. "Very well then, don't let me stop you. "I said, smiling and letting go; Katherine left. 

 

"Mandy" I said offering her my hand, helping her stand.  "That color brings out your blue eyes, my little peach" "Is my shirt pressed, my black shoes shined; my suit laid out?" " Have you chosen a tie for me?" I asked. "I'm not telling you." she said, pouting "Why won't you tell me?" "Because you have not kissed me yet" she answered. "I already kissed you earlier, peaches, you were with me all last night." "That does not count."  Mandy replied.  "I vote with Mandy" Sarah added.  "See, it's two against one, Master you lose!"

 

"Well then Mandy.... Princes, we will see about that." I will take you both on!" With a girl in each arm, I received many hugs and kisses, each girl trying to out do the other. Finally, declaring a truce, I sent them on their way, closing the doors behind them.

 

"Minnie you may stand."  Minnie put her hand to the base of her throat, a gesture that I first taught Sarah, then the other girls, requesting permission to speak. "No you may not speak." "Put your hands behind your head."  "Very nice, leave them there" I walked around her, looking at her from all angles. Cupping her breasts and stroking them, feeling her nipples grow hard, I said, "My magnificent Minnie" "Your breasts are as I remember them; round, firm and perfect." "Spread your legs for your Master."  

I stroked her smooth hairless vagina commenting, "I like it better this way." 

 

" Do you remember your little joke, when you shaved me." "You said that you didn't want hair in your mouth when you went down on me." "When it was your turn, you refused to let me shave you saying only female slaves were shaved." "I was a good sport about it." "I now prefer it that way"

"It is shaved again "My girls prefer it that way." "It is such a little concession to them, yet pleases them greatly."

 

Feeling her wetness, I commented, "I do not recall you being so easily aroused Minnie, it must be your closure ring." I added, stroking her vagina, parting her lips.... touching her clitoris.  "You know my dear, you have a beautiful pussy."  "Luscious and plump, meant to be stroked and probed." "Assume the position"

I continued stroking her clitoris, feeling her juices flow, aroused at my touch. " "A most vulnerable position, don't you agree."? "I could enter you right now my girl, or I could use the crop on your exposed bottom." "I still have yours."   I added, removing her crop from my inner robe pocket.

 

"As I recall, you were quite fond of using it on your girls for any reason." "Not that you beat them to leave welts or cuts.... but as you often told me, "To motivate".............to motivate."  "You are a very intelligent women Minnie, as well as a beautiful one; a Harvard Graduate."  "To your credit, you observe everything, take in every detail; you analyze everything." "I will not beat you with your crop." "You have done nothing wrong." You have not irritated or annoyed me since you have been here." "I actually am quite pleased with you." I added, dropping the crop to the floor.

 

"On the night that the Sanctorum returned you to me, I told you that you would have to earn the right to serve me."  "The fact that you forgave Sarah was your first step." "Your humility makes you the girl's equal now." "You are no longer their servants." "You will work beside them and learn."

 

"I will take you into my confidence again." "You will not repeat this to the other girls, although. I am sure that they know it." "You are the most beautiful of my girls." " "In fact, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known." "My girls are not jealous of one another and I love them for that."

 

"I have been thinking much of you these past months Minerva."   "How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate.... prideful...asinine and obtuse, we both were, Master, Mistress.... afraid of three words we knew to be true."  "We are of the Sanctorum, you and I." "This is the life we both chose of our own free will."

 

 " I have a responsibility to uphold the values of the Sanctorum." "Order and discipline will be maintained in my household." "You know the absolute importance of this having been a Mistress." "I have a duty to the welfare of my girls; in return for their loyalty, and obedience.... their love."

 

"Now for your betrayal...I forgive you." "I will never bring up the subject again." "Your punishment shall remain." "Your transgression shall be expunged when the terms of your punishment ends."

 

"Stand and face your Master" "You have beautiful eyes, beautiful emerald green eyes and I never told you just how beautiful I thought they were." "I should have told you long before this."  Closing mine, I gently ran my hands through her short red hair, then caressed her face, neck; moving to her shoulders, down her back to her trim waist, stopping at her shapely ass and squeezing it lightly. I moved back up, caressing and stroking, until I again was holding her face in my hands. Sighing with pleasure, I opened my eyes and kissed her beautiful face.

 

Minnie reached up and touched her cheek where I kissed her looking down. I could see her bottom lip quiver if she wanted to say something, or was about to cry, but she quickly mastered her emotions and looked up. I could see suppressed anger flash in her green eyes, like a hot green flame.

 

 "You have permission to speak."  I offered. "You may speak freely without fear of punishment." I was giving her the opportunity to vent.  "You can be such a bastard, Master."  "That being said, I give you my word I will do my best to please you.," she added. "I have no where else to go."

 

"May I kiss you Master?"  Minnie asked sweetly.  "You certainly may." I answered, crossing my arms, guessing what would come next. "I've changed my mind." "I don't think I shall."  Minnie said, tossing her head, as she used too when her hair was long.   "May I be dismissed Master, I have my duties to perform?"

 

"You may address me as Michael." "After all, we do have a history together."  I offered. "Oh no, Master, that would not be proper."

"I will certainly do so if you order me to, Master." 

 

"You are dismissed Minnie."   Sarah is probably in the kitchen." Just as she reached the door, I said " And Minnie."  "Yes Master" she said stopping and turning to look at me. "You are welcome."

."   Minnie continued walking, swearing under her breath, in Gaelic, a language that she was most fluent being Irish on her mother's side and taught to her on grandmother's knee.  "Minnie!"..........."Yes Master" she said, stopping again, turning and smiling sweetly. "Please bring me another cup of coffee, you know how I like."

 

I knew from the start how obstinate she could be...and impertinent if given the chance to speak freely when we were alone. I took it for granted that Minnie knew better to be impertinent in front of the girls.  I also knew in my heart she would eventually come around.  If she hated me, she would have told me so in no uncertain terms.  I do not desire to break her spirit. I have no interest in a fawning drone.  I can wait her out.... I have three other girls to pleasure me.

 

 Minnie always enjoyed making love to me as a free woman, but now, Minnie will never beg for sex, no matter how much she wants it. I can just take her if I desire, but I do not want her that way. Minnie will figure a way around it to save what dignity she has left.... when she is comfortable with her new found title: slave, and when she is ready.

 

Approximately seven months into her sentence was another turning point for her. Minnie was true to her word and she did try very hard to fit in doing her share of the household chores and more. I was spending more time with her. 

 

I made it a point to kiss her every morning and evening.  When I walked by her, I often touched her, my hands lingering most intimately. Minnie never returned my kisses or my touches, although I could tell she enjoyed them.  Minnie always addressed me as Master.

 

The turning point came on a hot Friday afternoon in June.  Katherine and Mandy were at work. Katherine would be home at her regular time.

 It was the wedding season and Mandy's Salon, my Salon was booked late into the evenings for women and girls getting their hair styled for upcoming weddings.  Mandy would not be home until 8:00 PM.  It was money in my pocket, but it was not as if I needed it; I was now much wealthier then before.  Grand Master Arthur was true to his word when he told me, "the fifty will remember your generosity."  Grand Master Arthur introduced me to people and allowed me to invest in private ventures that allowed me to increase my wealth five-fold.

 

Sarah and Minnie were canning blueberries in the kitchen. There were flats of blueberries stacked on the back porch, along with new unopened boxes of canning jars.  Sarah took my pickup truck to town, to buy more sugar, pectin and labels for the jars of pie filling and preserves that she was planning to put up. 

 

Minnie was in the kitchen, taking them out of the baskets and washing them, putting them into colanders to drain and then be sorted for spoils; finally to be put into large bowls.  The counters and kitchen table, kitchen chairs were covered with huge bowls of fresh blueberries, waiting for Sarah to show Minnie the next step in the process.

 

I was outside splitting wood for my fireplaces and wood stove. Our central air was down; I had it apart earlier that morning trying to fix it, but the compressor was shot. I called the manufacturer's 1-800 number and ordered the part; it would be delivered Monday. I had a load of small logs delivered the day before and was enjoying my workout. The temperature was in the high eighties and it was very muggy. 

 

I was stripped to the waist and perspiring heavily with the good sweat of manual labor. Minnie was in and out of the house replenishing my pitcher of ice water with fresh ice and checking frequently to make sure the water was fresh and cold.  I did not ask her to do this, I generally drank from the hose; I am not complaining, I am pleased with her thoughtfulness.

 

At one point I heard a scream, followed by a crash. I dropped my splitting maul and ran into the house to see if she was hurt.  I found Minnie sitting on the floor

in a pile of spilled, and now squashed blueberries.  When Minnie is in the kitchen preparing food, or is cleaning with harsh chemicals, she is allowed appropriate clothing.... common sense.

 

Today because of the oppressive heat, all she was wearing to wash berries was an apron.

 

There were blueberries everywhere and empty overturned bowls littering floor.  Bowls were overturned on the counter; but it gets better, the kitchen faucet was broken at the base; water was shooting up to the ceiling, splashing, then running down the walls, spilling over the counters onto the floor; I was trampling blueberries trying to get to her.  Moving the overturned chair she was standing on before she fell, I knelt beside her in the mashed blueberries.

 

"Minerva, are you hurt?" "I'm fine, look at the mess I just made."  "Are you sure you are not hurt?"  "I'm fine, it was an accident."  Helping her to her feet, and trying not to laugh, I asked "What were you doing standing on a chair when there is a step-stool in the pantry?" "I was trying to get a bowl down." Minnie answered, looking down. "It was heavy and my hands were wet." "It slipped out of my hands, and when I tired to catch it I fell and broke our sink." "Accidents happen, I'm just glad you are not hurt."

 

I squatted to reach underneath the sink and turn off the water at the shut off valve; the handle broke off at the stem when I tried to force it.

 

Getting up, I turned and saw that Minnie had taken off her ruined apron and was now trying to reach a spilled bowl of berries that ended up under the table; she slipped on the mess on the floor, landing on her stomach; now she was covered front and back, the berries staining her beautiful smooth skin, swearing under her breath in Gaelic.

 

 I started laughing and couldn't stop. "Stop laughing at me."  "This is not at all funny." "I have to clean this mess.  She added, her eyes flashing with anger.

 

"Yes, you.... ha, ha, I, ha, ha.... you're right it is not funny."  I answered, trying to stifle the next laugh and keep a straight face, but not succeeding "It is hysterical and you look ridiculous!" "Ha, ha ha ha ha...I...ha, ha, ha, can't look at you." and I turned my back to her just shaking with laughter.

 

 Minnie came up behind me, her hands full of squashed blueberries and smashed them on my shoulders, pushing her hands up my neck into my hair.  I turned to her in disbelief. Smiling, Minnie reached for my face with her slender hands full of berries and rubbed them on my cheeks, painting my mouth, neck and chest with berry juice and pulp as if I were her canvas.

 

Minnie reached down for more, this time rubbing the blueberries on her mouth, neck and breasts; fascinated, all I could do was watch.

 

Putting her arms around my neck, Minnie gave me a deep, lingering kiss, tasting like blueberries.  Giving her my best stern look, and covered in blueberries I admonished "I should take my belt to you for that." "I don't understand?"  She said innocently, "Do you mean for kissing you, Master?"

 

 "I asked you for your permission." You certainly did not." I replied.  "I most certainly did."  "When did you ask permission to kiss me?"  "The day you first brought me upstairs to the library."  "That was over five months ago." I replied. "Do you withdraw your permission for me to kiss you, Master?"

 

"That depends, do you wish to kiss me again Minnie?" "I don't believe I shall." She answered, saucily.  "Now you are being impertinent, you are certain to get the belt." "You gave me a choice to kiss or not kiss you, therefore I have tacit approval." She retorted.  "Good point" I admitted. 

 

You also gave me permission to speak freely without fear of punishment, and to date, you have not withdrawn that either." She retorted.

 

"I most definitely did not at any time, five months, or five minutes ago give you permission to cover me with blueberries; what say you to that?"

 

"I have changed my mind, I want to kiss you again, Michael." "What about the blueberries, Minerva?"  "I will lick and kiss them off of you." 

 

I put my arms around her waist.  Minnie put her arms around my neck and started kissing and licking my neck and face.  Before she could get to the rest of me, I remembered the geyser from the sink. "Do you want to make love to me Minerva?"

 

"Yes, Thank you for asking Master." "You are welcome Minnie."  I said kissing and licking her breasts, tasting the blueberries. 

 

"But first I have to take care of something." I said letting go of her and walking to the sink. "The handle on the shut off valve broke off." "There, that should work."  I said, as I placed a large, heavy ceramic bowl over the broken faucet diverting the water into the sink. "But... She started to say, when I interrupted, placing my hand over her mouth, shaking my head.  "Go upstairs to my bathroom and wait me there."  I ordered, "I will write Sarah a note with instructions that we are not to be disturbed.  

 

As I was writing the note, Minnie reached around my waist and pushed two handfuls of blueberries down the front of my pants, then ran upstairs, laughing.  As I was finishing the note, I heard my truck pull up by the back porch.  I quickly ran to the top of the stairs, then stopped to listen, counting to myself "1...2.... 3.... 4...5...6...7...8...9...bingo" I heard a scream, but no crash.  I joined Minnie in the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

 

 

 

"You may consider yourself on furlough starting now until tomorrow, Saturday, June18, 2005 at 11:59 PM, Eastern Standard Time."  "This evening you will be allowed to share my bed." "This will be contingent of course on you being able to read my mind. "

 

 

"May I shower with you Michael... before we make love?"

"Of course you may, it will be my pleasure, and I hope yours as well."

 

"Before we shower may I ask you a question?"  "Ask away?"

"May I help Sarah clean the kitchen first?"  "My dear Minnie, not only may you, I will help as well."  "The sooner the mess is clean, the sooner we shall shower." "Thank you Michael?"  "You are welcome."

 

We made short work of the kitchen.  I went downstairs to shut the water off in the basement. There is a second shut off valve in the basement just below the kitchen sink; I planned on installing a new faucet assembly the next day.

 

We took a long tepid shower together, soaping each other down, washing and conditioning each other's hair, and toweling one another off. 

 

Minnie went down on me in the bedroom, licking and sucking my penis, taking my balls into her mouth, something my other girls had never done, and something I never had experienced; this trick would remain Minnie's.  I came in her mouth and she swallowed all of my semen, and then licked me clean. In the past, I always wore a condom; This time, I didn't think of it, and she did not ask for one. I returned the favor, going down on her now bald snatch.  Much like Mandy.

 

 Minnie was all over the bed, as I licked and sucked with my lips and tongue, with a new twist, my finger in her ass applying opposite pressure: she came, and she came in waves: not only was my face wet from her juices, so were the sheets, we had to change them before our nap together; We slept until 8:00PM.  Then we dressed and went downstairs.

 

When I said we dressed, and I use the term loosely, all Minnie was wearing one of my white sleeveless tee shirts that were much too large for her falling down past her hips.  I was wearing another white tee along with boxer shorts.

 

Katherine and Sarah were waiting on the back patio in their panties and woman's sleeveless tees. We all sat outside drinking homemade Sangria waiting for Mandy to arrive with the Chinese that we were having for our late dinner.

 

Being on furlough, Minnie was allowed a few glasses of Sangria as well; Between wine and dinner. Minnie became quite relaxed and talkative.

 

Minnie was quite animated when she described how she gave me

"blue balls" and everybody laughed.  They brought a portable CD-Player outside and played the greatest hits from the 1960's, 1970's and 1980's. Soon they were up dancing with one another, mostly fast dances; the slow ones were for me, one girl at a time.

 

Minnie shared my bed that evening and I tried something on her that Katherine liked. Katherine likes it a little bit rough.  I will pull her hair during intercourse, just as her orgasm is at its crest. Katherine also enjoys being taken in "the position", on the floor of my bedroom at the foot of the bed. 

 

Katherine likes to receive anal sex in "the position" best.  I will stroke and caress her pussy while I am performing anal sex with her, slapping her shapely ass with my hand until she comes. Katherine will clean my manhood with a washcloth afterwards, but not for vaginal sex; she loves the taste of our mingled juices; next she will perform oral sex on me and I will use her hair for my love reins to control her exuberance and guide her to suit my pleasure. 

 

Katherine likes to masturbate when giving me head, and I allow her to play with herself until she comes a second time.  None of my girls are allowed to masturbate without my permission. This is an absolute mandate and they will get the belt on Saturday morning for violating this mandate. They will achieve their orgasm by me or with my permission while I watch.

 

When I first acquired Katherine and Mandy, I suspected that one or the other; possibly both might be bisexual.  And my suspicions were correct.  They are both highly sexed women needing an outlet for their sexuality. I have no problem with this; it rather turns me on.

 

They also have a need to be dominated and will live within the rules of my household. Like masturbation, girl on girl sex is forbidden without my permission. The forbidden fruit is much more sweet when withheld.

 

I believe that I mentioned " orgies during the day".  That is something that I reserve for the three of us, Mandy, Katherine and myself.

 

Sarah told me in private that she would rather not participate; nothing would be gained by forcing her because she is obedient, compliant and affectionate in all other things.  I also doubt that Minnie would be much interested with sex with women, although her past behavior in the kitchen and the bedroom does leave a touch of doubt.

 

Minnie has never been one to be spontaneous; her behavior in the kitchen was a wonderful surprise. In fact she was quite reserved. In the past, before, we had intercourse, she always went in the bathroom, closing the door for privacy in order to get ready, she said to fix her makeup, hair etc....In retrospect; It is likely that she had to apply some type of lube such as KY-Jelly to facilitate intercourse and we always used a condom.

 

I wonder if she was holding back or even faking her orgasms in some cases.  I do not remember her being so wet before, during or after intercourse.

I believe to some degree in her quest for wealth and power, she suppressed her sexuality or had trouble sharing it with a man. Perhaps her slavery has somewhat freed her sexual inhibitions. I suspect this is the case.

 

 

Minnie always insisted in being in total control...but at what cost?

 

Friday night, I made Minnie assume the position on the floor in front of my bed.  She was a little tipsy from the Sangria, which was fine.  I made sure that she received more then her share of the slow dances.  Minnie was very affectionate while we danced and I received many intimate touches and kisses.  I held her close when we danced, missing having my hands in her long hair, as it was before her first forced punishment haircut.

 

I probed her vagina with my fingers; then with my mouth and tongue. Soon she was wet and moaning, moving her hips, trying to push her vagina into her face as I licked

her clitoris.  When I knew she was about to peak, I slowed down, prolonging the inevitable. "Why did you stop Michael, it feels so good?" "I am considering something."  I answered. "Can't you lick while you are considering?"

 

"I am considering amending your furlough to include one day

each week until the end of your sentence."  I said, continuing to probe her clitoris again briefly and adding, "It is contingent upon you reading my mind." "Please Master."  "Please what my marvelous Minnie."  I said stopping 

 

"You can be such a bastard, Michael, oh yes that feels so good." "Please don't stop."  As I started stroking it again "Yes I am my dear and you?" "Who are you?" "I am your slave Master and I want to come."  I entered her from behind, while sticking my finger deep in her anus; listening to her gasp, then moan even louder as I increased my thrusts savaging her vagina with my manhood. "What else are you Minnie?" "I am a bitch." "I am your bitch.... oh God.... fuck me harder Michael...fuck your bitch harder.... fuck me harder you bastard, make me come."  Minnie's orgasm was incredible, I never her heard her make so much noise; and as soon as she was sated, I came soon after. I lay down next to her on the rug, stated and content. "Come here my little bitch." "The most beautiful of my girls, I want to taste your lips."

 

Minnie lay down beside me on the floor and I took her in my arms. When I tried to kiss her she put her hand over my mouth, shaking her head. Minnie closed her eyes, sighing. She ran her fingers through my hair, and then caressed my face and neck. Minnie rubbed my shoulders, her hands working their way down my back to my ass, which she squeezed. She reversed the process until her hands were again in my hair; Minnie kissed my cheek, opened her eyes then kissed my mouth, long and deep.

 

"Can we go to bed now Michael?" "Yes that is a great idea."  I said smiling at her. "I am looking forward to having you with me all night."  "I am going to brush my teeth and use the bathroom." "Get the bed ready and feel free to use any of the bathrooms if you must."

 

While we were on the patio that night, I observed that Sarah was inside the house for quite a long time getting ice.  I noticed that the bed was made, bedspread and all. I suspect that she may have put silk sheets on the bed, my pretty girl.... my thoughtful and kind Princess.

 

Minnie walked into the bathroom, smiling as I was leaving and mussed my hair as I walked by.  When she returned to the bedroom, Minnie stopped to run her hand over the silk sheets. "Did you have the bed made with silk sheets to surprise me Michael? "I think it was Sarah while we were slow dancing out on the patio."  I answered, lying on my back, while Minnie got in snuggling up next to me. "Michael?" "Yes Minnie." I answered.  "May I go to the hardware store tomorrow?"

 

"I would love to take you to the hardware store, thank you for asking."  Rubbing my chest with her hand she asked, "May we stop somewhere and get coffee?" "We can leave early and have breakfast if you like, Minnie.  I said, closing my eyes." "That would be wonderful, Michael."  And she gave me a little hug. 

 

"May I dress up nice for you and wear makeup." "Of course you may." "May I have my ears pierced?"  "You want your ears pierced?" "You are afraid of needles remember." "You will hold my hand when Katherine does it, then I will not mind it so much." "Fine anything you want within reason."  I replied. "I need to get some sleep and so do you." "No more questions."

 

"Michael?" "I said no more questions." "Master, this is not a question, I have something to tell you...are you listening?

"I know that you love me."  Now that got my attention and I rolled

over and looked at her. "Do you want me to tell you how I know that you love me?"  "Of course I want you to tell me."  "I don't

think I shall."  She said, rolling over, facing away from me.

I slapped her ass with my hand, hard enough to make her yelp.  And she rolled back over smiling and I grabbed holding her in place.

 

"Minerva you can be such and impertinent bitch at times!"

"Yes I am Master, I admit it, I am a bitch at times, but I am your

bitch.... your slave." "That's how I know that you love me Michael". "Only a bastard like you could ever love an impertinent bitch like me." "Then be a good little bitch and go to sleep, Minnie." "Thank you for finally saying it Master, I love you too."

 

 

Minnie and I had our breakfast in bed served to us by Sarah.

When Sarah walked in, Minnie jumped up taking the tray, from her putting in down on the chair, then hugging Sarah, and thanking her for the silk sheets.

 

"May Sarah have breakfast with us Michael?" "The more the merrier."  I answered.  "Thank you Michael."  They all said in unison as Katherine and Mandy walked in from around the corner with two larger trays of the same breakfast: fresh honeydew melon, yogurt, walnuts and coffee.

 

After breakfast we had our household meeting in the bedroom.

It was a short one. I announced that Minnie would be sharing my bed one day a week, and they would work out a schedule.

During that day Minnie would be allowed full privileges as one of my girls. The punishment haircuts would stop and Minnie would be allowed to grow her hair out in stages; Mandy would determine the appropriate cuts to grow it out gracefully, she being the expert in such matters.

 

After the meeting, they all went to the dressing room to help Minnie get ready. I showered, shaved, and put on a pair of blue jeans, white tee shirt and a colorful Hawaiian to wear in the

hardware store, coffee shop, or perhaps the perfume counter in the

Mall to select Minnie's soon to be signature fragrance.

 

Sarah's is vanilla; I love the smell of vanilla and it is perfect for my sweet pretty girl. With her fair skin and blond hair and petite figure, I chose a light dainty flowery scent for Mandy. Katherine, my voluptuous Katherine's is herbal and flowers with a touch of citrus.  Minnie would be wearing the one she has always worn, musky and rich with a hint of sweetness, the scent of the woman I have always loved.

 

 Of all the scents in the world, this is the one I will chose for her and the one that she will wear; I am sure she will understand the significance. As for myself, Old Spice cologne is good enough for me.

 

I had the kitchen faucet completely dismantled and had taken the measurements of the sink to select a new one. I was sitting at the kitchen table with the old parts in a box waiting for Minnie. 

 

Minnie walked in looking lovely the light cream muslin sundress that she chose for me. She was wearing makeup and her short hair was styled to look fuller.

 

"Do you like my dress Michael?"  "I love everything about you, your dress, your hair and makeup.... you"  "May I have my ears pierced now?"  "Yes, get Katherine and she can do it here in the kitchen."  "Will I get my hoops this morning?"  She asked, hoping that I would say yes. "No, just the stainless steel posts for no; I have another surprise in mind?" "What are you getting me Michael?" "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise.

 

Minnie sat perfectly still in the chair with her eyes closed while

Katherine pierced her ears, squeezing my hand in a death grip.

When Katherine was finished and the studs were in I kissed her ears and told her she looked lovely.

 

We went to the hardware store first, and then went to Tim Horton's for coffee and a bagel.  I took Minnie to Macy's to the makeup counter and let her choose any makeup that she needed, telling her in front of the salesgirl,

"Your taste in makeup and clothing is impeccable Minerva."

"Purchase anything you need and do not worry about the price."

"Here, take my credit card, I will meet you in the bookstore; you may take your time."  And she did.

 

 

Three hours later, Minnie arrived at the bookstore carrying three large Macy's shopping bags.  "Let's lock the bags in the trunk and then I will take you to get your surprise." "But I thought my makeup was my surprise!  "Your makeup is to make yourself even more beautiful for me."

 

We locked the bags in the trunk, and then we went back to Macy's.

When we arrived at the perfume counter, I recognized the same girl that waited on Sarah and I when I purchased her perfume.

"You know Minnie, each of my Ladies has their special perfume that I picked just for them with much thought and consideration."

"I am aware of that Michael, what did you chose for me?"

" Jovan Musk Oil of course." "Michael, that is the one I prefer."

"You have worn that scent ever since I have known you my dear."

 

I was right she did recognize the significance. Minnie leaned over and kissing me, whispering what she was going to do to me when we got home.

 

 

Minnie did backslide once during her sentence, and received the

belt for her impulsive mistake.

 

It was a Wednesday, just three weeks before her sentence was finally over. Minnie knew where I kept the pair 18- karat hoop earrings that she would receive on her birthday, the day all her restrictions will be lifted.

 

I was called away on business for the Sanctorum. I would be gone for three days. I was taking Sarah with me and we would be staying on Grand Master Arthur's Estate in Martha's Vineyard.

It was in regard to a Grand Master who had killed one of his slaves and refused to appear before the Tribunal for judgment.

 

My expertise was required to help circumvent his security system.

I would be meeting with three other security experts, all of them Master's and we would study the schematics to determine the best plan to temporally disable the state of the art security system.  We were there for technical advise only.  None of us knew the identity of the Grand Master who would be terminated, My best guess; the autopsy would show natural causes or an unfortunate accident.

 

The official business would take only a day, and the other Masters would leave. Grand Master Arthur requested that I specifically bring Sarah.  A frequent visitor to my home, Arthur loved Sarah's cooking, particularly her raisin, apple and shoo fly pies. 

Sarah would be doing all of the cooking, all traditional Amish

dishes.

 

We would surprise Arthur by bringing him a dozen each of his favorite pies for his freezer, as well as enough pies for the day meeting and the duration of our stay.  Sarah was very fond of Arthur, often referring to him as "such a polite, kind old gentleman" and was delighted to cook for him; And he was a gentleman. Arthur looked the benevolent old grandfather in a Disney movie in his three-piece suits, with a chain and fob on his vest, the pocket watch he always carried: his signature red carnation in his lapel.

 

Always the gentleman, Arthur was polite and gracious with my ladies when visiting, his funny stories at dinner, making them laugh. But when it came to enforcing the mandates of the Sanctorum, Arthur could be ruthless, the blood of many on his hands, the red carnation a reminder and warning.

 

Minerva understood the significance and meaning of the red carnation. We do not speak of it. I consider Arthur a good friend.

 

Minnie was alone during the day while the girls were working.

Because of her added responsibility, I allowed her to sleep in the Master Bedroom while we were away. Minnie followed all of my directions while we were gone, and completed all of her chores and more.

 

Minnie decided that she would wear her 18-karat hoop earrings while the girls were away at work; and put them back before they got home.  As luck would have it, she managed to lose one.  To her credit, she did tell Katherine and Mandy and they spent the remainder of that day and the entire next day looking for it.

 

Katherine and Mandy met us in the driveway and welcomed us home helping us with the luggage. I was glad to be home again

surrounded by my girls, my family. "Where is Minnie?" It's not like her not to be here, is she ill?"  Katherine and Minnie looked at one another and Katherine spoke first "Minnie is in the library, Michael." "She has something to tell you."  "I will go and talk with her shortly." "Have you eaten yet?" " Sarah and I waited so we could all eat together." "Not yet."  Katherine replied. "We can whip something up."

 

"Are you going to take a nap first?" "Yes, it is Minnie's turn tonight, perhaps we will nap together."  "Are you sure she is all right Katherine?"  "Minnie thinks you are going to banish her to the basement again." Katherine replied. "And have me cut her hair in a pixie."  Mandy added. "What did she do Mandy?"  "She lost one of her gold earrings."  Mandy, answered.  "As soon as she discovered it missing, she called each of us on the telephone." "We calmed her down as best we could."  "We know you wouldn't do that to her."

 

"Minnie believes that she violated your trust Michael, and ours." Katherine added.

"We are a family girls, not a traditional family mind you, but a family never the less." "What she did was impulsive and nothing more." "Do you want me to talk to her?"  Sarah offered.

"Thank you for offering, Sarah but no." "Just play things by ear in regard to dinner." "But first, I will need another kiss and hug from each you to steel my resolve before I enter the library................

 

I walked into the library and Minnie got up from her chair and immediately assumed the position. "Minnie, you may stand."

"Now come here and give me a hug and a kiss." "I have missed you my dear."  Minnie walked over to me and put her arms around my neck while I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close.

 

"What do you have to tell me that is so terrible?"  I asked.

"I went into the desk in the library and tried on my gold hoop earring."  "I see, you were curious."  I commented. " I was going to wear them while the girls were at work and put them back before Mandy and Katherine got home."   "Thank you for your honesty Minnie." "Where are they now?"  I asked.  "One of them is in the drawer."  She answered.

 

"And the other?"  I asked. "I lost it."  She said in a small voice.

"I'm disappointed with you Minerva." "That was foolish and impulsive." "I'm sorry Michael." "Are you going to punish me?"

"You said you were sorry and I believe you."  I replied.

 

"But you are going to punish me?" "Yes dear, I am going to punish

you."  "Do I have to start all over again, Michael?" "Are you going to cut my hair?" "No.... kiss me Minerva." "You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes, I want you to kiss me, didn't I say I missed my you?"

'You are scaring me Michael." She said, as she kissed me.

I let go of her and said "Go upstairs and get my belt Minnie, then bring it here." "Yes Michael." She said meekly.

 

I made Minnie assume the position and then applied my belt to her shapely buttocks four times, making her wait between cracks. Getting down on the floor next to her, I started stroking her pussy with my fingers. Minnie soon became wet, moaning with pleasure as I stroked her clitoris, wetting her anus with my finger with her own sweet juices. 

 

I took her there on the floor thrusting my penis into her anus.

"Michael stop, I...."  "Be silent, my dear little bitch!"  I said sharply, as I slapped her sore ass.  I continued pounding her asshole with my cock, while  stroking and caressing her sopping wet vagina, making her moan and squeal with pleasure. As she climaxed  " Fuck me Master...fuck my ass, fuck you your bitch harder...oh...Michael.... make your bitch come...that feels so good...so good...........I'm coming Michael, I want to kiss you!"

 

After I came, I got up and sat on the couch. "Minnie come here and sit next to me." "I will replace your earrings and you will get them on your birthday."  I said, putting my arm around her and kissing her cheek. "I am going to take a shower and have a nap."

 

"You should clean up and get dressed." " We shall all have a light meal in the dinning room in about an hour." "Who will I be sleeping with this evening Minnie?"  "It's my turn tonight."  She said putting her head on my shoulder. "In that case, you may join me if you wish." "I have been so busy these past few days, I completely forgot." "You did not, you are teasing me." "You knew perfectly well it was my turn." 

 

"Is that a smile I see?" "You have such a beautiful smile."  I said, wiping the tears from her face. Taking her hand, we stood and walked upstairs together.  And we did exactly that, a shower and a short nap.

 

The morning of Minnie's birthday was a very busy one in our home. I made breakfast for all of us, something I do on birthdays for my girls. As it was Minnie's birthday she got to choose the menu; I broiled thick cut pea meal bacon, made western omelets with: eggs, green and red bell peppers, Vidalia onion, sharp cheddar cheese and Virginia ham. I served them bagels with a variety of cream cheeses, to go with their coffee and orange juice.

 

The girls were going shopping after breakfast to purchase new dresses for Minnie's birthday dinner at Salvatore's.

They planned on going out to lunch together, followed by a trip to Mandy's Salon for a manicure-pedicure, facial, a full body wax, followed by getting their hair done. I told them I wanted to see lots of curls.

 

 I have a large private corner booth at Salvatore's paid for in advance for the year, which will comfortably seat eight people; I paid to have it put in.  I am a friend of the owner and know all of his regular staff by their first and last names. When I make reservations in advance, Sal will hire an extra server just to wait on our table; Sal and I have an agreement, I will pay the server's wages for the full shift, and include a generous gratuity. Sal also personally prepares each of our dishes, taking exact attention to detail and presentation.

 

Afterwards, I always will invite Sal and the server to have dessert or after dinner drink with us.  We had a wonderful time at dinner, each ordering a different appetizer and entree, plus two others, and we shared, taking a portion of each. We had a bottle of very good house Chianti. We had cannolis and cappuccinos with Sal and Mary our waitress.

 

My girls always comport themselves as ladies in public, both in dress and in action. Their manners are impeccable, especially Minnie's.  Minerva's public persona outshines them all; she cannot help it, even now it comes to her as easily as breathing. My ladies follow her lead in this venue. I have observed Sarah watching Minerva at dinner; there is no doubt that Sarah will learn and be polished by my marvelous Minerva's example.

 

I noticed a marked change in her carriage, specifically her posture and bearing in the way she walked into the restaurant, and while there, how Sarah held and turned her head, observing her hand gestures when ordering dinner and making small talk with Sal and Mary.  Yet Sarah was not duplicating Minerva's mannerisms as much as creating her own style, different from Minerva's but in time, no less sophisticated and charming.

 

There is no doubt that Minnie was tutoring Sarah in private for the thoughtful gesture of the silk sheets, or to make amends for the way she treated Sarah when she was a Mistress. During the past fourteen months, they have spent a great deal of time together.  Looking back, it is fascinating watching them interacting, both here and at home.

 

 

 

As we were leaving Salvatore's, Sal's nephew, Vito and part time bartender asked to have a word with me in private.  Vito is also a full time Sheriff' Deputy with the rank of sergeant.

"Michael, I would like to have a word with you if you don't mind."

"We can go into my uncle's office if that is all right with you?"

 

I followed him in and closed the door. Vito spoke first "Your ex-wife was here last night." "So, what does that have to do with me." "I have washed my hands of her."  Vito knew of my acrimonious divorce.

 

He was the Deputy that served the orders of protection, removing me from my home; he also testified on my behalf during the divorce proceedings. "I know you hate her Michael, but you need to hear me out." "I'm sorry I was curt with you Vito, you caught me by surprise is all." "I have not heard from Martha in seven years."  "I have forgiven her in my own way." "What did she say?"  I asked.  "It was not so much what she said, but how she looked and acted."

 

"At first, I didn't recognize her, she is much thinner now and a blond."  Martha was wearing dark oversize sunglass like celebrities wear, but I suspect, to hide one or more black eyes, and heavy make up, in the attempt to hide bruises.  She was acting nervous, and a little bit scared."

 

"I offered to help her." "She said that it wouldn't do any good, he always got out." "If she had him arrested again, this time he would kill her!" "She said that she wanted to talk to you before it was to late." "Then she left."  I thanked him and shook hands, before leaving with my Ladies to go dancing.

 

The next day all hell broke loose. My Ladies and I were in the kitchen eating lunch. Katherine and Mandy had taken a month off from work, and we were planning our vacation in Hawaii, when the front door doorbell started ringing, frantically, and then pounding started as well.

I got up to answer the door, the girls following behind.

We had just entered the foyer, when I heard a crash, the distinctive sound of glass breaking and metal coming together, followed by a woman's terrified scream.

 

Martha was leaning on the door facing the wreckage. Her present husband, the shining knight she met on the internet had rear-ended

Her 1965 Corvette Convertible, demolishing it, preventing her escape.

 

I yanked opened the door and Martha stumbled backwards into my arms. Turning to face me "Mickey I..." Martha fainted.

 

A large man emerged from the ramming vehicle, a mint, well it used to be mint, late model Lincoln Continental of 1970's vintage. I have to grudgingly admit they have fine tastes in automobiles.

 

Martha's husband was about six feet tall, easily 260 lbs. I would guess his age, early thirties. As he climbed out the car, I could hear him shouting," You no good cheating whore!" "I have finally caught you, you slut."  He advanced slowly, smiling, removing a butterfly knife from his suit coat pocket, flicking his wrist and locking the blade in place.  "Girls, take her inside and close the door, then call the police".  "But...." Minnie started to say as I closed the door.

 

He stopped six feet from me, sneering.  "I own that slattern." "Give me my cheating cunt of a wife and I will leave." "Otherwise I will just take her, but not until I cut your balls off." "Get off my property, I don't care if you have to walk." I replied.  "Fuck you!" He screamed. "That won't be necessary."   I retorted, calmly. "Just give me a blowjob and we will call it even."

 

 

He charged me slashing clumsily, extending his arm much to far, something an experienced knife fighter would never do. I jumped back easily avoiding his clumsy attempt wishing I had my taser, and tripping him in the process.

 

He got to his feet cursing, changing his tactics, he reversed the knife in his hand, grasping it like an ice pick, slowly advancing, with the knife over his head hoping to pin me against the door with his bulk and stab me at his leisure.

 

Refusing to retreat, I caught his wrist as the knife came down. We both struggled, attempting to knee on another in the groin. He trying was trying to kill me.  I was trying to keep from being stabbed.

 

Our struggles brought us out to the driveway. He was much stronger then I anticipated and out weighed me by a good sixty

pounds. However, he was out of shape and starting to get winded from the exertions.  Desperate, he smashed his head into my nose, stunning me. As I went down, I let go of wrist but managed to kick his knee, hearing the satisfying pop and crunch of torn ligaments.

 

My adversary screamed like a banshee, but somehow managed to stay on his feet cursing and threatening, "I'm going to kill you and everybody in your family."  As he limped towards me, waving the knife wildly in front of him.

 

 I was scrambled to get on my feet, holding my broken nose and trying to staunch the flow of blood pouring out; I was dizzy; my head spinning. Suddenly, our front door opened and my girls came running out; Minnie, Sarah, Mandy and last but not least, Katherine; each with a makeshift weapon in their hand, a cast iron frying pan.

 

Minerva arrived first and shouted  "Hey, Frank!"

Frank stopped advancing, a shocked look on his face, slowly

turned and looked at Minnie.  "Minerva?"  Obviously they knew

each other. "Say goodbye, Frank!"  As she swung the cast iron skillet for all she was worth, hitting him square in the face and rendering him unconscious.

 

Minnie then dropped the frying pan and rushed over to see if I was all right, as did all my beautiful and brave girls. I didn't have enough arms to hug them, or enough words to praise and thank them.  Martha, my ex-wife was on her hands and knees in the doorway crying and shaking, unable to move. Martha was so terrified that she defecated, soiling her clothing and had thrown up on the floor. I could kill this scum for what he did to her and what he would have done if we had not stopped him.

 

I sent Mandy to get my taser and handcuffs to secure Frank until

the police arrived; Katherine went back into the house to get her medical bag; Minnie and Sarah kept fussing over me, trying to get me to sit down as I may have a concussion.

 

We cuffed him and then rolled him onto a blanket, using it as a makeshift stretcher to carry the offal into the house.

After Katherine took care of my broken nose, packing it with gauze and giving me an ice pack for my face, to help stop the swelling. I refused aspirin for the pain, refusing anything stronger,

needing a clear head.

 

Next, she attended to the offal, awake now and sniveling about his broken nose and shattered dentures: top and bottom as well as his damaged leg. I spit on the floor near him in disgust.

Katherine first immobilized his leg with an air splint, packed his nose and gave him oxyecodone for his pain.

 

While this was going on, Mandy and Sarah took Martha upstairs to get her cleaned up, calmed down and given a pair of pajamas to wear. Martha allowed herself to be brought upstairs and the girls fussed over her, helping her shower, washing the heavy makeup from her face, then shampooing the vomit from her long bleached blond hair.

 

 

When Martha was cleaned up and in her pajamas, Katherine gave her an injection, a sedative to help her sleep and then put her to bed; Mandy and Sarah sat with her talking quietly, reassuring and comforting her until she fell into a deep, much needed asleep.

 

The offal scum was now pleading for me to let him go, claiming that it was all a misunderstanding. That not working offered to buy me off, claiming he would disappear, leave the country and never bother Martha again.  I just stared at him not speaking, until he eventually gave up.

 

Arthur telephoned to say that he would arrive with the enforcers in three hours and would land his helicopter in the open field next to my house; I gave him a brief summary of what transpired.  Prior to his telephone call, two wreakers arrived to remove and secure the damaged vehicles from the driveway.

 

Arthur greeted the girls warmly in the foyer, when he arrived, receiving a hug and kiss on the cheek, then giving them a hug and kiss in return, while congratulating them on their cool heads and bravery.

 

With the greetings and pleasantries out of the way, he dismissed the girls, all except for Minerva, then turned to face the offal scum sitting on the floor of my foyer, all expression now gone from his face.  Walking past him, he opened the door the let the three enforcers enter. As is the way of the Sanctorum, they were masked and silent, wearing long red hooded robes over their street clothing. Arthur pointed to the wretch on the floor: Two of the enforcers each grabbed his cuffed arms forcing the scum to stand. 

 

Arthur walked up to the now blubbering offal and removed the

carnation from his lapel and placing it into the lapel of the prisoner; the miserable poltroon wetting himself.

Arthur turned his back, as did Minerva and I; the enforcers left with the condemned, closing the door behind them..........................

 

As we were leaving Salvatore's, Sal's nephew, Vito and part time bartender asked to have a word with me in private.  Vito is also a full time Sheriff' Deputy with the rank of sergeant.

"Michael, I would like to have a word with you if you don't mind."

"We can go into my uncle's office if that is all right with you?"

 

I followed him in and closed the door. Vito spoke first "Your ex-wife was here last night." "So, what does that have to do with me." "I have washed my hands of her."  Vito knew of my acrimonious divorce.

 

He was the Deputy that served the orders of protection she placed against me for leverage removing me from my home; he also testified on my behalf during the divorce proceedings. "I know you hate her Michael, but you need to hear me out." "I'm sorry I was curt with you Vito, you caught me by surprise is all." "I have not heard from Martha in seven years."  "I have forgiven her in my own way." "What did she say?"  I asked.  "It was not so much what she said, but how she looked and acted."

 

"At first, I didn't recognize her, she is much thinner and is now a blond."  Martha was wearing dark oversize sunglass like celebrities wear, but I suspect, to hide one or more black eyes, and heavy make up, in the attempt to hide bruises.  She was acting nervous, agitated and scared."

 

"I offered to help her." "She said that it wouldn't do any good, he always got out." "If she tried to him arrested, this time he would kill her!" "She said that she wanted to talk to you before it was to late." "Then she left."  I thanked him and shook hands.

 

The next day all hell broke loose. My Ladies and I were in the kitchen eating lunch. Katherine and Mandy had taken a month off from work, and we were planning our vacation in Hawaii; I was planning on renting a small yacht, when the front door doorbell started ringing, frantically, and then pounding started as well.

 

I got up to answer the door with the girls following close behind.

We had just entered the foyer, when I heard a crash, the distinctive sound of glass breaking and metal coming together, followed by a woman's terrified scream.

 

Martha was leaning on the door facing the wreckage. Her present husband, the shining knight she met on the internet had rear-ended

Her 1965 Corvette Convertible, demolishing it, preventing her escape.

 

I yanked opened the door and Martha stumbled backwards into my arms. Turning to face me "Mickey I..." Martha fainted.

 

A large man emerged from the ramming vehicle, a mint, well it used to be mint, late model Lincoln Continental of 1970's vintage. I have to grudgingly admit they have fine tastes in automobiles.

 

Martha's husband was about six feet tall, easily 260 lbs. I would guess his age, early thirties. As he climbed out the car, I could hear him shouting," You no good cheating whore!" "I have finally caught you, you slut."  He advanced slowly, smiling, removing a butterfly knife from his suit coat pocket, flicking his wrist and locking the blade in place.  "Girls, take her inside and close the door, then call the police".  "But...." Minnie started to say as I closed the door.

 

He stopped six feet from me, sneering.  "I own that slattern." "Give me my cheating cunt of a wife and I will leave." "Otherwise I will just take her, but not until I cut your balls off." "Get off my property, I don't care if you have to walk." I replied.  "Fuck you!" He screamed. "That won't be necessary."   I retorted, calmly. "Just give me a blowjob and we will call it even."

 

 

He charged me slashing clumsily, extending his arm much to far, something an experienced knife fighter would never do. I jumped back easily avoiding his clumsy attempt wishing I had my taser, and tripping him in the process.

 

He got to his feet cursing, changing his tactics, he reversed the knife in his hand, grasping it like an ice pick, slowly advancing, with the knife over his head hoping to pin me against the door with his bulk and stab me at his leisure.

 

Refusing to retreat, I caught his wrist as the knife came down. We both struggled, attempting to knee on another in the groin. He trying was trying to kill me.  I was trying to keep from being stabbed.

 

Our struggles brought us out to the driveway. He was much stronger then I anticipated and out weighed me by a good sixty

pounds. However, he was out of shape and was starting to get winded from the exertions.  Desperate, he smashed his head into my nose, stunning me. As I went down, I let go of wrist but managed to kick his knee, hearing the satisfying pop and crunch of torn ligaments.

 

My adversary screamed like a banshee, but somehow managed to stay on his feet cursing and threatening, "I'm going to kill you and everybody in your family." " As he limped towards me, waving the knife wildly in front of him, spittle spraying as he screamed.

 

 I scrambled to get on my feet, holding my broken nose and trying to staunch the flow of blood pouring out. Suddenly, our front door opened and my girls came running out; Minnie, Sarah, Mandy and last but not least, Katherine; each with a makeshift weapon in their hand, a cast iron frying pan.

 

Minerva arrived first and shouted  "Hey, Frank!"

Frank stopped advancing, a shocked look on his face, slowly

turned and looked at Minnie.  "Minerva?"  Obviously they knew

each other. "Say goodbye, Frank!"  As she swung the cast iron skillet for all she was worth, hitting him square in the face, knocking him off his feet and rendering him unconscious.

 

Minnie then dropped the frying pan and rushed over to see how bad I was hurt, as did all my beautiful and brave girls At that moment, I didn't have enough arms to hug them, or enough words to praise and thank them.  Martha, my ex-wife was on her hands and knees in the doorway crying and shaking, unable to move. Martha was so terrified that she defecated, soiling her clothing and had thrown up on the floor. I could kill this scum for what he did to her and what he would have done if we had not stopped him.

 

I sent Mandy to get my taser and handcuffs in order secure Frank until the Sanctorum sent the enforcers; Minerva had taken the imitative and telephoned Arthur on my satellite phone, knowing Frank's history and sanctions; I shut the door before she could tell me. Katherine went back into the house to get her medical bag; Minnie and Sarah kept fussing over me, trying to get me to lie down as I may have a concussion.

 

We cuffed him and then rolled him onto a blanket, using it as a makeshift stretcher to carry the offal into the house.

Once inside, Katherine took care of my broken nose, packing it with gauze and giving me an ice pack for my face to help stop the swelling. I refused anything stronger then aspirin for the pain, needing to keep a clear head.

 

Next, she attended to the offal, awake now and sniveling about his broken nose and shattered dentures: top and bottom as well as his damaged leg. I spit on the floor near him in disgust.

Katherine first immobilized his leg with an air splint, packed his nose and gave him oxyecodone for his pain.

 

While this was going on, Mandy and Sarah took Martha upstairs to get her cleaned up, calmed down and given a pair of pajamas to wear. Martha allowed herself to be brought upstairs and the girls fussed over her, helping her shower, washing the heavy makeup from her face, then shampooing the vomit from her long bleached blond hair.

 

 

When Martha was cleaned up and in her pajamas, Katherine gave her an injection, a sedative to help her sleep and then put her to bed; Mandy and Sarah sat with her talking quietly, reassuring and comforting her until she fell into a deep, much needed asleep.

 

The offal scum was now pleading for me to let him go, claiming that it was all a misunderstanding. That not working offered to buy me off, claiming he would disappear, leave the country and never bother Martha again.  I just stared at him not speaking, until he eventually gave up.

 

Arthur telephoned to say that he would arrive with the enforcers in three hours and would land his helicopter in the open field next to my house; I gave him a brief summary of what transpired.  Prior to his telephone call, two wreakers arrived to remove and secure the damaged vehicles from the driveway.

 

When he arrived, Arthur greeted the girls warmly in the foyer; Sarah, Mandy and Katherine, receiving a hug and kiss on the cheek, then giving them a hug and kiss in return, while congratulating them on their cool heads and bravery; Minnie just stood there looking; Arthur had presided at her Tribunal.

Arthur walked up to Minerva kissing her cheek for the first time, saying "You may give a hug and kiss my dear, you have made me very proud of you this day."  Minnie reached up touched her cheek where Arthur had kissed her. I could she her bottom lip quiver and her eyes starting to tear; Minerva kissed and hugged Arthur grateful for his approval, and Arthur hugged her as would a father,

a daughter and whispered something in her ear.

 

 

With the greetings and pleasantries out of the way, he dismissed the girls, all except for Minerva, then turned to face the offal scum sitting on the floor of my foyer, all expression now gone from his face, his merry blue eyes now cold and hard.  Walking past him, he opened the door the let the three enforcers enter. As is the way of the Sanctorum, they were masked and silent, wearing long red hooded robes over their street clothing.

 

Arthur pointed to the wretch on the floor: Two of the enforcers grabbed his cuffed arms forcing the scum to stand.  Arthur walked up to the now blubbering offal and removed the

carnation from his lapel and placing it into the lapel of the prisoner; the miserable poltroon wetting himself.

Arthur turned his back, as did Minerva and I; the enforcers left with the condemned, closing the door behind them..........................

 

The girls went to prepare lunch and Arthur and I retired to the library. I poured Arthur and I a large snifter cognac and I was debriefed.  "What are you going to do about your ex-wife?"

" I don't know yet Arthur, my head is killing me." "I'm hoping the

Brandy will help."  I answered.  "Katherine treated her for shock and can attest to her physical condition." "Mandy and Sarah helped her shower and get dressed." "I suppose she could stay here for now." "I certainly have the room."

 

No sooner then I said this, Minnie knocked on the door announcing lunch was ready.

 

We had lunch in the dinning room together, discussing what had just happened and the ramifications. The girls informed us that Martha was covered with bruises, most of the starting to fade.

In addition to this, there were scars on her back what appeared to be from cigarettes or cigars; Minnie remembered that Frank was a smoker.

 

 Katherine confirmed the cause of the scars. In addition,

there were fresh bruises on her torso adjacent to Martha's kidneys and she would not be surprised if Martha was passing blood, "I will bet my hoops, that x-rays will show healed over broken bones to go along with her cracked ribs on her left side." We all sat there for a while, not talking, contemplating this additional information.

Sarah was the first to speak

 

 "Was or is Martha a slave Arthur?

"No dear, why would you ask such a question? "Because when I was helping her wash, I noticed part of a tattoo, under her breast that said property of"........................ At this comment, Arthur stood up abruptly, but then sat down.

 

"No Sarah, Franklin Abzug was sanctioned by the Sanctorum never to own slaves again." "In addition, all of his wealth was seized, under the condition that we spare his life.

"Martha has never been registered with the Sanctorum."

"Franklin Abzug is a sick internet predator and will be dealt with

swiftly.  

 

After lunch, Arthur and I again retired to the library. Closing the doors and turning to me, Arthur suggested." May I make a suggestion Michael?" "Absolutely Arthur you know I value your advise." Take your vacation with your ladies." "I will have Martha placed in a secure private hospital until you return." "This matter requires further investigation." "I will see to it that Martha receives the best of care in addition to a complete forensic physical." "In, addition we will conduct a full background check

on her from birth to the present." "The Sanctorum is responsible, I am responsible for her present deplorable situation."

 

"When you return, you will be given copies of our findings."

"At that point, I am sure you will see to her rehabilitation and care, until she can make a decision to what path she will take.

"You were married to her once, and I believe in your own way that you still care for Martha"..............................................

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I have been watching her for the past year, planning; learning her habits and schedule: Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, her brother drove her into town to sell their baked goods.  Everything she sold was homemade and delicious.

During the week, he worked at Shultz's Saw Mill.   Sarah rented a small booth in a co-op located in a run down strip mall.

I had plans for that little cunt; all women are cunts to varying degrees.

 

I should know, I was married to the ultimate one for 10 years; then the bitch filed for divorce.  The cunt took half of everything we owned; at least what she and her attorney could find; lets just say most of my money was hidden in my mattress. 

 

I know better now, I am older and wiser; I will never marry again.  I will get a young innocent woman and mold her to my preferences and carnal desires; break her will, isolate her; make her my slave. Sarah Bontrager would soon be mine.  When I was done with her, she could never go back to her old way of life and would have no real place in the modern world: just my world.  Tonight when her brother gets out of work, he will find his truck with four flat tires, the result of slow leaks, compliments of a valve stem tool. 

 

The telephone line to the strip mall will be disabled.  Sarah will be taken after dark when she goes out back to the dumpster.

 

I parked my truck at the back of the parking lot out of sight and folded the rear seat in the up position.  The parking lot in the old strip mall was full of potholes and broken asphalt.  The lighting in the back parking lot was terrible; most of the lights were out, those that were working, taken out.  I stood in a dark corner and waited. 

 

Sarah lifted the cover to the dumpster and I quietly stepped behind her, putting my gloved had over her mouth, pressing the trigger on the taser; 750,000 volts of electric pulses, dumped directly into her central nervous system, disrupting her neurological impulses; causing a loss of balance and muscle control.   I eased her to the ground, placing a ball gag in her mouth and securing her wrists behind her back, then her ankles with plastic Flexi -cuffs, ending with a red silk scarf for a blindfold. 

 

I carried Sarah to the truck and put her on the floor behind the front seat, " I have a present for you Princess."  I said, putting a red leather dog collar with an attached brass nameplate around her neck; securing the collar to the trucks tie-down with a short training leash; the nameplate engraved with her new slave name: "Princess".

 

We had a two-hour drive ahead of us and I took all of the secondary and back roads to avoid traffic.  After fifteen minutes on the road the affects of the taser started wearing off; Sarah started struggling in the back trying to scream through her gag.

 " Behave my pretty girl.... be quiet; you can't get loose and nobody can hear you."   "We have a long drive to your new home."    "I had Princess engraved on your new collar."   "Do you like my present little lady?"   "Are you familiar with the origin of your name, Sarah?"   "It is Hebrew for lady or princess."   "Very fitting, don't you think, Sarah, my little slave princess."    "Do you listen to music Princess?"

"By good music, I mean Classical of course; I have an extensive collection. "    "My ex -cunt of a wife would rather watch television, the fat pig that she is."  " She knew I loved to go dancing and never showed an interest after we were married."    "My mother was a dance teacher; my favorite style is ballroom, so elegant.... so refined; you will learn to dance and appreciate good music."    "I don't care if it is against your religion, good people all over the world dance; that is not an exclusive ticket to hell."   

Do you like to read?"  " I have an extensive library...."  "Did you know that the ancient Greeks and Romans prized educated slaves?"  "I hate stupid women like my ex-wife; she never even read one of my books." " You want to know something else, she hated to travel." "You are going to learn to love it."  " That soap opera watching cunt: good riddance!"  I selected two CD's: Vivaldi's Four Seasons & Handel's Messiah for us to listen to on the long ride home.

I pulled the truck into the garage then closed and locked the door.  I got her out of truck and helped her to her feet, using the leash and collar for control.  I cut the flexi-cuffs binding her ankles and walked her down the cellar stairs to the training room; never having done this before, I had no idea how long it would take to break her.  Fortunately I did have some contacts that were experienced Dominants in such matters.

Minerva for one, Minerva is my mentor and confidant. After my divorce, I went to her dance studio looking to brush up on my skills; we ended up as dance partners and have entered and won dance competitions together.  We are not compatible as steady lovers; we continue to dance together; Minerva introduced me to the community.

I installed an immovable steel pole of my design in the middle of the floor.  I made Princess stand with her back to it, attaching the short leash on the fixed rings at the top with a locking carabiner.  There are three movable steel rings that will slide up and down the pole; I slid one of these rings to her wrists and attached another locking carabiner to the flexi-cuffs; she could not sit or lie down unless I removed her leash. 

Taking her face firmly in my hands, I said " I am going to take your gag off now, you can scream all you want; the basement has been sound proofed." " I will be back in 18 hours; after that, talking without permission will be severely punished." I warned, kissing her mouth and removing her bonnet.

Princess was quiet for about an hour, then the pleading, screaming and questions began; of course, I could not hear or see her unless I switched on the lights and video cameras; the frosted block glass windows I installed were covered on the outside to block out all light. When the screaming began, I telephoned Minerva then watched Sarah on the monitor for a time; afterwards, I went to bed.

When I woke up, Minerva was waiting for me in the kitchen drinking coffee and watching Princess on the monitor.  I poured myself a cup and sat down next to her. "I brought bagels and pea bacon, I was waiting for you to eat; if you cook, I'll do the dishes. "I want one of those poles," she stated, staring at the screen.  " I would have never thought of using caribiners that way."    "After we eat, you go downstairs alone, as we discussed; I will stay here and watch." she said, getting up, kissing my mouth. Pouring herself another cup of coffee, she sat back down to watch the monitor, pressing the zoom key.   

"Your Princess is very pretty, I approve."

I went downstairs to check on my little slave girl. In her dark gray knee length dress, white stockings and black sensible shoes, she reminded me of a scared little mouse.... but a cute little mouse.  It was now time to unwrap the package and examine the contents.  "Please, I.... I can't hold it anymore."  "I have to go to the bathroom, please.... oh God, please help me." she cried, squirming at her bonds.  

Ignoring her pleading, I removed her shoes and stockings.  Next, I cut off her dress with a pair of scissors; followed by her bra and panties.  I placed the scissors on one of her nipples, closing the blades just enough to pinch.  Sarah stopped squirming and become quiet. 

"Be silent Princess, you were warned about speaking without permission; shall I cut it off?"   "You have permission to speak."  "Please...why are you doing this to me. "   "Who are you?" I...."Wrong answer."  I said calmly, increasing the tension on her nipple; her urine running down her legs; tears were running down her face in shame and fear.

"Please, I am begging you, don't cut it off!"  She pleaded   "Please, don't cut off my nipple.... Master."  I said, correcting her, increasing the pressure.... "Please, don't cut off my nipple Master." "I am begging you Master, I will be good." You will be a good what? I asked, "I will be a good little slave Master," "Much better, but you still have to be punished." I replied, removing the scissors from her nipple.  "Tell me again who I am, little Princess."  I whispered, putting my face close, kissing her mouth again, the cold steel of the scissors, touching her vagina.

"You are my Master, I am your slave."  "I am your property."  " Please don't cut me Master," She whispered.  "I will be lenient with you this one time."   "You will receive a lesser punishment," I advised her, removing her leash.  "Get down on the floor on your knee's."   "Lets just see how long your hair is shall we."   

I removed the hairpins from her braided bun letting her braid drop down her back. Sarah's hair and braid was dark brown, very thick and soft, ending just below her round buttocks. What a shame I had to cut her beautiful hair, it will take years to grow that long again. "How shall I punish you Princess, shall I cut off your Labia Majora; your cunt lips?"   "You still have permission to speak." "What shall your punishment be?"   "Please cut my hair Master."   "Do you know why you are being punished little lady?"

"Because I spoke without permission after I was warned not to," she answered   "What else Princess?"   "Because I deserve to be punished for disobeying you Master."  "That is correct, what you say is true; you are not a stupid girl, as I said before; I hate stupid women." What is your purpose in life now little my pretty little slave." "To please and serve you Master."

 I removed the last carabiner, releasing her from the pole, and cut the flexi-cuffs on her wrists. "Do not remove your blindfold."  "Get down on your hands and knees." "Put your legs together."   "Please cut my hair, don't hurt me, don't cut me Master," she begged.

"Good girl."   "Put your hands closer together and lean forward until your cunt is higher then your pretty little head; wonderful, now put your forehead on your hands."  "You are a pretty little thing...say it." I ordered, gently stroking her nipples, watching them get hard.  

"I'm a pretty little thing."  She replied, her face and neck turning pink behind the blindfold.  "When ever I walk into a room, you will always get into this position."   "Do you understand?"   "Yes Master, I understand."   "Your nipples are getting hard, my pretty girl." "You have beautiful breasts." "You obviously enjoy having them stroked."

"If I say down, you will assume this position."   "Your slave understands, Master,"   "If I say heel, what does it mean?"

"I am not sure, Master." she replied,  "Guess?" I ordered.  "I will kneel with my back straight."   "Good answer; heel...stand." "Excellent, you are a natural."  "Along with your punishment, you will receive a reward; I have decided not to shave your head.... for now."   "I do that with all stupid disobedient girls who do not immediately submit and comply."  

"Turn around, it is time for your haircut."  I took the scissors and positioned them just below Sarah's shoulder blades. I slowly cut through her silky braid savoring the moment, putting the severed braid in my belt.

"Turn and face me."  "Unbraid your hair and finger comb your ponytail."  "Do you have anything to say to me Princess?"  I said stroking her ponytail. "Thank you for not shaving me bald Master."   I removed her blindfold and took her hair out of the ponytail, fluffing it out. Sarah's hair was now much shorter; it just touched the top of her breasts. 

"We are starting over, you may not speak!" I said, squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy lips, my fingers probing her flower; enjoying her wetness, and arousal. "Your heart beat and breathing have increased, your sex betrays you."

 "Since you urinated on my floor, you will scrub the entire floor on your hands and knees."  "You will use your Amish garments for cleaning rags."  "If I am pleased with the floor, I may feed you."  "I am expecting a guest, Mistress Minerva."  "She is a slave owner and my equal."  "You will address her as Mistress, and obey her commands." 

"Mistress Minerva will be assisting me in your training and grooming."  "If she were your owner, and you urinated on her floor, you would be mopping the floor with your hair; then she would shave your head."  "Mistress Minerva is very interested in purchasing you; she is a very wealthy, refined woman, but a cruel mistress." "If you continue to please me, I may keep you, my pretty girl."

"There is a slop sink and cleaning supplies in the closet," I said pointing to the door.  "There is no hot water, just cold; you will have to earn the privilege to bath in hot water." "There is a blanket in the closet for you to sleep on when you are done." "You will also find the necessary toiletries to keep clean." "Your hair will always remain unbound."  "I'm going upstairs to await my guest, get busy!"

 

I locked the door at the top and bottom of the stairs and walked to the kitchen.  "Very well done Michael, I was convinced you really were going to cut her nipple off."   "She must have been terrified."   "I believe she will be most compliant from this point on."  "Such repressed sexuality just under the surface ready to be brought out."  "I realize that Minerva, did you see how easily

she is aroused," 

 

"Conditioned response will be one key to her submission,"  "I intend to have her begging for my touch to avoid your punishments."  "I will be her protector as well as her Master."   "I believe that will work with her Michael."  "If your theory

pans out and you are successful, you will eligible for membership to the Sanctorum."  "I'll wait for you in your bedroom; it's my turn to be on top my dear; watching you with her has made me horny as hell." 

 

After we made love we took a long nap, then it was my turn to be on top and we did it again; Minerva was just couldn't seem to get enough for some reason. Perhaps it was because she was looking forward in playing the heavy; good Master, bad

Mistress.  Minerva possessed a wonderful sense of style and knew how to dress. 

 

She was a very beautiful woman; a natural redhead with long thick hair that fell to the middle of her back. At six-two, Minerva had the slim graceful figure of a dancer and creamy complexion.  Minerva owned two women that lived in small apartment, located in the same building as her studio. 

 

They were also her employees and she received an income from their labor. One of her girls was a registered nurse/ physician's assistant; the other a hairstylist/make up artist in a high end salon that Minerva owned, which incidentally employed a dozen ordinary people; they had no idea that their employer was Minerva's slave. 

 

Minerva's slave girls were former dance students with signed slave contracts, registered with the Sanctorum; they were bound for life and their contracts could be sold or transferred to other members. My plans for Princess were eventually to share my bed; that being primary; a companion/ housekeeper, secondary. 

 

The Sanctorum was a very old secret society; membership was for life, disclosing its secrets: by slaves or slave owners, depending on the severity could mean death.  Minerva told me it had its own courts as well as a ruling council.  The Sanctorum is a self-sustaining entity with members throughout the country. The Sanctorum has unbelievable financial resources at its disposal. They insured that registered slaves receive housing and medical care for life.

 

Minerva went into the bathroom to change into what she called her "Mistress Attire" in preparation to train Princess: black silk blouse, black slacks and of course black riding boots.  She fixed her long red hair in a ponytail.  Minerva came out of the bathroom with the black leather-riding crop and announced  "Let me at that little slut."

 

When we arrived in the basement, we found Princess asleep on the spotless floor by her training pole wrapped in her blanket.

Minerva wasted no time and struck the floor with the riding crop near Sarah's head. "Wake up slut, is this how you greet

your Master's guests?"  Princess woke with a start, throwing her blanket side, assumed the position. 

 

"Michael you described her to me as being very pretty."  "Well, I suppose that is a matter of taste, I think her rather plain myself, barley adequate."

 

I watched Princess tense at these harsh words, but she knew enough to remain silent and hold position. "Just look at her fat hairy legs?" "Do Amish men actually find that attractive?" "What a dog she is." Minerva said laughing.  I walked over to where Minerva was standing and quietly said Heel Princess, look at your Master."    

 

 I pushed her hair away from her face and looked into her brown eyes brimming with tears. I wiped them away and smiled at her.  "I think she is very pretty, Minerva."  " Of course you have complete charge of her grooming and make-up."  "These are things that she has to learn having been brought up Amish." I added, stroking her hair.  "You will wax your legs my pretty girl."  "Mistress Minerva will teach you to enhance your natural beauty for men's pleasure."  "You have permission to speak, but only to answer questions."

 

"What does your collar say slut?" Minerva asked  "My Master says he engraved the nameplate with my slave name: Princess"

 Sarah replied.  "Sarah's name in Hebrew translates as Lady or Princess."  I added  "Do you know what else is engraved on your collar, slut?' Minerva asked  "No Mistress."  "It says Princess, property of Master Michael."  "Lady and Princess are also common names for hairy bitch dogs like you." Minerva said laughing. 

 

"When I own you, I will shave you completely bald and keep you that way." " That will be so delicious, my own hairless bitch." "Do you know what electrolysis is bitch?"  "No Mistress."  "It is a method of permanent hair removal making you permanently bald." Minerva answered, watching Sarah shudder. 

 

"You do not own her yet, Minerva." "For now I will choose her hairstyle, not you." "Your hairstylist Mandy will cut her hair to suit my taste; that was our agreement."  I said raising my voice, pretending to be angry.

 

"Yes of course, lover. "Minerva said, soothingly "There is no need to be angry." she said, kissing me.  "She is just a slave after all."  "I will abide by our agreement, but my methods are my own."  "I suggest we go upstairs where can discuss this in private............................."

 

Once upstairs, while I opened a bottle of Dunnewood Merlot 2001(California), Minerva fixed a platter of cheese and fruit. "A toast to Minerva, your performance could have won an award, but you will have to settle for this fine Merlot." I announced raising my glass in salute. Minerva bowed and smiled taking a sip from her glass. 

 

"I was watching her reactions very closely."  "Princess obviously thinks herself pretty, conformity to look and act the same, as opposed to individuality is encouraged in the Amish culture; particularly for women."  "I observed her for a year before I abducted her."  "When she thought no one was looking, she studied the young women buying her baked goods." 

 

"Did I tell you that she hid a small mirror in her booth, as well as fashion magazines in the ladies room vanity."   "How could you possibly know that Michael, about the fashion magazines?"  "Because I installed a hidden fiber optic camera in the ladies room."  "Princess particularly likes the pictures of handsome young men." 

 

"I have her on video, masturbating; the magazines her visual aid."  "I have still pictures taken from the videos to send to the Elders in her community; a threat to insure her obedience and compliance." 

 

"You naughty voyeur, you never told me about that!" She laughed, leaning forward; unconsciously touching herself, one of her many tells.  I knew that she was getting aroused...I would make her wait this time.  "I was saving that as a surprise my marvelous teacher." I said, refreshing her glass, my hand lingering on hers.

 

I did show her the deference she was due; Minerva had influence in the Sanctorum. 

 

"Did you watch other women as well?"  "Of course not Minerva, it was strictly business, I couldn't allow myself distractions."

 

"I had to make sure that Princess was the one." I stated.  "Don't be so serious, I was only teasing." She said, smiling. "Is a full body wax what you had in mind for her, Michael?  "Yes, what do you think of the hairstyle I chose for her?"  I said, handing her the picture I downloaded and printed.

 

" I prefer pixie cuts my girls."  "It keeps them in their place."  "Did you know Mandy had long honey blond waist length hair?"

 

 "I had it cut short and layered, then bleached to a much lighter color; Mandy hates it, constantly begs to go back to her natural color."  "But yes, that medium bob would suit your Princess well; the long bangs and hair framing her face, almost a long bowl cut, don't you think?" 

 

"Now that you mention it yes.... I do favor the bangs a great deal." 

 

"Eventually, she will grow it long again, that being my preference; she will keep the bangs and shorter hair framing her face."

 

"Sarah's hair will never be as beautiful as yours, Minerva." 

 

"That's very sweet of you to say." She smiled touching her hair, yet another tell.  I knew Minerva was very vain about her hair; poor Mandy often received the crop, even when she styled Minerva's hair to perfection.  Minerva was a terror just before a dance competition. 

 

"You could always dye hers the same color as mine," She suggested. 

 

"Your natural color could never be duplicated, my dear teacher," I said, getting up kissing her neck, stroking her ponytail. 

"To do so would be a sad counterfeit; as diamonds are to coal."   

 

"Bring her a bowl of oat meal as we planned and see to it that she takes her vitamins."  "Spend about an hour with her." 

 

"Use your crop if you wish, but do not hit her in the face."  "You know how much your beautiful red hair turns me on, I can't wait to eat you out."  I said, kissing the back of her neck. 

 

Minerva went downstairs and began training her in basic slave etiquette using the crop for any reason, real or imagined. 

Minerva put Sarah's hair up in pigtails and ordered her down on all fours, and lead her around the basement on a leash; making her bark.

 

Sarah received her dinner: cold oatmeal with skim milk served in a dish on the floor, telling her "Since you are a, fat ugly hairy bitch and you should can eat like one."

 

Holding onto her pigtails and forcing Sarah's face into the bowl of oatmeal, making her eat like a dog.  

 

"You made me look bad in front of your Master." "You will not only be bald when I own you, I will have your breasts and clitoris surgically removed; bald bitch dogs have no need of them; maybe a total hysterectomy."  "Then I'll have your teeth pulled making you a proper cunt licker." 

 

"Afterwards, no man will ever look at you again the way Michael does now."

 

When she was done eating, Minerva made Sarah chew her vitamins. 

 

Before Minerva came back upstairs, she attached Sarah's leash to one of the sliding rings and left her blanket just out of her reach, but not the pail for her sanitary functions. 

 

When she arrived upstairs, I turned off the heat to the basement and shut down the lights.  Although I went down her as promised, Minerva didn't return the favor, returning home to check on her girls.  

 

I went downstairs to check on my Princess and found her leaning against the pole shivering.  I removed her leash, picked up her folded blanket, and sat on the couch.  "Tell me what is on your mind, little lady," I inquired kindly. 

 

"Please, Master...I am so cold, may I have my blanket?"  "Come and sit next to me.... Sarah, "You will soon be warm enough."  "That's it get closer, put your head on my shoulder." "Now, let me put the blanket over you, we will share our body heat."

 

 I put my arms around her and held her, talking softly until she stopped shivering.  "You did well today, although you made a bad first impression with Mistress Minerva." "You are very pretty with your hair down." I said, taking her hair out of the pigtails "Just like the girls in the magazines you like to look at.... in secret." I said, kissing her forehead.  

 

"I know everything about you, my pretty girl."  "You were never meant to be a little Amish mouse in a gray dress."  "Do you really know what I did alone in the bathroom, Master; what I did is a sin."  "Not in my world it's not, Sarah." "You live in my world now." "You will not be judged for that, nor punished for masturbating: sexual gratification is a natural as breathing." 

 

"How old are you, Sarah?"  Twenty- three, Master."  "And yet you are not married, why?"  "I don't know...."  "I don't know, Master." I corrected,  "I do not know, Master." She replied,  "I do not know is not an answer; that is an evasion, a childish excuse."  "I have no interest in children."  

 

"I am not a child, Master... I don't want to marry an Amish man."  "Much better my pretty girl, that was an intelligent, honest answer."  "I value honesty Sarah; I will never punish you for telling the truth."  "You will be severely punished if you lie to me."  "Are you warm now?" 

 

"Yes, Master." "Do you wish to be sold to Mistress Minerva."   "No Master." "Please don't sell me to her; she will do terrible things to me...I"   "Hush, I decided to keep you for now."   "Do you desire to please me, Sarah?"  "Yes Master."  "Turn around and face away from me."

 

" Yes that's right, just like that.... good."  "You have beautiful breasts, so sensitive; your nipples are already hard."

 

"Does this feel good, my pretty girl, your Master.... a man stroking your breasts?"  "Yes Master, much better then when I do it." 

 

"Are you aroused Sarah, are you wet between your legs?"   "I already know the answer."  "Play with yourself, make yourself come for your Master." "That will please me."  "You are a pretty little thing."  "Marvelous, relax, enjoy it; tell me when you are coming."

 

"Remember little Sarah, if you lie to me you will be punished."  "I can sense your orgasm rising, your sex betrays you."

 

"You know you want to come, yes that's it moan louder if you wish my pretty Sarah." "This is why God made you a woman

and gave you a clitoris."

 

Sarah was definitely vocal in her orgasm, this time she did not cover her mouth with her hand, as she did while masturbating

in the ladies room.  She came close to sliding off the couch with all her squirming. It was obvious that she was intent in pleasing herself as well as pleasing me; no wonder she didn't want to marry an Amish man, she would probably intimidate the hell out of the poor pious bastard. 

 

"There is a bowl with a few apples at the bottom of the stair; get them and bring them here." Biting into one of them, I said. "You must be hungry, the other two are for you."  "Mistress Minerva is in charge of your diet."   "We both agree you can stand to loose twenty pounds in keeping with your height and frame."  "The apples will be our secret."  "Sit on the couch and eat your apples." 

 

"When you are done eating, you may use the bathroom in the next room." I offered, getting up and punching in the numbers on the electronic keypad to unlock the door.  "I am pleased with you this evening."  "I will enjoy having you in my bed when the time comes."  "For now, until your training is complete, you will sleep on the floor; with your blanket."

 

 "Do you really think that I am pretty Master?"   "I think you are very pretty, my horny little slave girl."

 

The next day, Minerva arrived with Mandy to give Princess her full body wax.  Mandy was a small and petite at five-three with blue eyes and a clear complexion. Her hair was blond and cut short in a neat pixie cut, as Minerva described to me the day before.

 

I would estimate her age to be between 30 & 35. Minerva had dressed her in a simple white smock with white pants and plain white nurses shoes.  As slave etiquette dictates, Mandy assumed position immediately upon entering my threshold. "You may stand, Mandy, let me get a good look at you."

 

 "Turn around slowly.............you have very nice manners, you assumed the position smoothly and gracefully." "Thank you Master Michael." She replied.  "The basement is unlocked."  "The kitchen is the second door to your right; the door to basement is open."  "Go downstairs and introduce yourself to Princess."  "Explain the procedure to her as this will be her first time."

 

"Your Mistress and I will be having coffee and will join when we are finished." 

 

"May she interact freely Minerva, it will put Princess at ease?"  "You may, Mandy." Minerva replied. "Be discrete, as we discussed."  "Go to the car and get your case and have everything prepared to start in one hour." "I want all of her hair removed from the neck down."  "Yes Minerva" Mandy replied   "I shall treat her as a paying customer." 

 

The waxing would take the better part of 3 hours. Minerva and I retired to the kitchen and had breakfast together. During breakfast, she received an important call on her cell phone, changing our plans. 

 

Minerva told me that she would be leaving Mandy with me until tomorrow morning.  She would be meeting with her accountants. "While Mandy is here, why not have her cut Princess's hair." 

 

"Mandy tells me the Salon is booked straight the next two weeks with no openings."  "Besides, I need to return the favor from yesterday, as I left in haste."  "As a special treat you may have full use of Mandy until then."

 

"That is very magnanimous of you Minerva, I accept, but as I said before; diamonds to coal, my gracious teacher." Minerva went downstairs to tell Mandy of the change in plans, then left for her appointments.

 

Mandy returned to report that she was done, and stood in the library waiting for further instructions.  "You have permission to speak freely, come and stand before me."  "How long have you been owned by Mistress Minerva" "Six years Master Michael."

Mandy replied. 

 

"Obviously you know your place and what is expected of you; being comfortable in your subservience; you may address me as Michael"  "Remove all of your clothing.... slowly, that's it.....................................you have a very nice figure." 

 

"Thank you Michael"  "Your Mistress advised you that you were to pleasure me."   "I will comply with your wishes." She replied. 

 

"Go upstairs to the bathroom."  "I left to door open for you."  "You will find unopened toothbrushes, a fresh tube of toothpaste along with mouthwash on the counter; use them and wait for me there." 

 

I fixed my pretty girl her lunch: hot oatmeal with warm skim milk, plain yogurt, and a banana, orange and mint tea.

After she ate, I ran my hands up and down her body enjoying her smooth skin.  "This is so much better, don't you think?" "Don't worry, you will get used to it, the first time is always the worst." 

 

"You will be getting a proper haircut by Mandy later today"  "I am very partial to the style, very sexy. "Do your aerobic and stretching exercises on your pole as you have been instructed.  I will unlock the bathroom for you before I leave.

 

Mandy was waiting for me, as instructed.  I brushed my teeth, finishing by rinsing with generous amounts of mouthwash.  Turning to her I reached out took her hands pulling her close. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, I kissing her mouth enjoying her sweet taste. Mandy returned my kisses, hesitating slightly at first, but soon was probing my mouth with her little tongue.   

 

I started to undress, Mandy helped me off with my clothing, "Princess is waiting for her haircut."  "She is doing her exercises now, the ones Minerva taught her.... thanks, just put everything in the hamper."  "You did an exceptional job with the full body wax, I'm very pleased with the results."  "I need your help with something else, I need you to make her jealous, can you do that for me Mandy?"    

 

Mandy put her arms around my neck, kissing me, her little tongue probing.... teasing.  Her small hands caressing my chest, and then kissing, my chest and stomach. 

 

Mandy's hands now stroking my testicles, getting me hard. "Do you like that Master"? 

 

"Order me to lick and suck your cock." She said, seductively.

 

"Not yet you little vixen, I want to taste you first."  I said laughing, playfully slapping her bottom, "Get into the shower."

 

We took turns lathering one another with Pear's soap. Mandy shampooed my hair giving me a wonderful scalp massage, and then I did hers.  After we toweled off, I ordered her to my bedroom and made her lie on her back with her legs spread.

 

I went down on her, licking and sucking, probing her clitoris with my tongue.

 

Mandy's hands were in my hair, pushing my head against her dripping pussy, verbally urging me on. Just as her orgasm crested,  "Stick you finger in my ass...push." Mandy's orgasm came in waves, her sweet juices covering my face as I licked like mad; and then, she went limp.

 

I lay down next to her, playing with her hard nipples watching her stretch her arms above her head, as she touched her hair and frowning momentarily; a possible tell.  Smiling she rolled over and hugged me, kissing my face  "Thank you for being so considerate and allowing me to be myself."  "I didn't know what to expect." She said.  

 

"Tasting your juicy peach is all the thanks I need." I replied, playing with her short hair. 

 

"If I owned you Mandy, I would keep you all to myself and not share."  "What about your Princes?"  "You would have to take turns."  "I think I would prefer you with long hair." I added, continuing stroking her head.

 

"How long would you make me grow it, Michael?"  "First we go back to your natural color."  "I'm a honey blond." 

 

"I love that hair color, honey blond it is Mandy."   "Next you would grow out the layers; no bangs for you."  "Long honey blond, blunt cut all one length to your shoulders."  "Just my shoulders?"   "Would you like it longer Mandy?"  I said feigning surprise.

 

"Before I signed my contract with the Sanctorum, Minerva promised never to cut my long hair."  " It used to be waist length."

" Minerva makes me have my assistant bleach my roots every three weeks, and use thinning shears because Minerva does not like it too thick."  "I hate it this way." 

 

"Please don't tell her I told you, she might make me cut it even shorter."

 

"Of course I won't, it will be our secret." I assured her, kissing her lightly on the lips.  

 

"I want you to visit often, you taste like peaches."  "How about to the middle of your back, Peaches, maybe longer...depending..." "Depending upon what? She asked, sitting up looking at me. 

 

"Depending.... Oh how shall I put this?" I said teasing 

 

"Depending on how jealous you can make Sarah." "You could use a haircut Master, just a trim of course."  "I will do it in front of her naked, then go down on you to see what you taste like."  

 

"Very good"  "I have to check something first, then we will go to the basement together."

 

Mandy got dressed in her white outfit looking neat and professional, blow drying her damp hair and putting on makeup:

finishing with dark pink lipstick. I put on my L.L. Bean terry cloth robe and boxer shorts.

 

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, she kissed my cheek, leaving the pink imprint of her lips there; then reapplied her lipstick.  Taking her cue, I mussed up her hair, slapping her ass making her yelp and giggle. 

 

Sarah hair was shampooed and conditioned in the slop sink. I made her sit on a bar stool while Mandy cut Sarah's long hair.

Sarah received a long pageboy with curved eye framing bangs.  Mandy then finished Sarah's makeover, by applying makeup.

 

The first makeup Sarah had ever worn.   My little lady looked incredibly hot and seductive.

 

"Shake your head little lady."  "Sarah shook her head from the side to side; when she stopped, the cut falling neatly back into place.  I put my hand in her hair, kissing her mouth "You look lovely." I whispered in her ear "Good enough to eat." I said, kissing her, pushing a Hershey's Kiss into her mouth with my tongue.

 

"This cut looks great on you." Mandy said to her  "It is just long enough to pin up and will look very pretty curled." 

 

"Let me show you."  Taking a curling wand, Mandy styled Sarah's hair in luscious ringlet curls. 

 

"I am ready to give you your trim now Master Michael."

 

I sat on the barstool and sent Princess over to sit on the couch.  Mandy started by wetting my hair with water then combing it to check for cowlicks and find my part.  "I'm feeling a little warm, I'm going to take off my to." She said, leaning over and kissing me. 

 

Mandy removed it leaving her lacey bra on to cover her small pert breasts.  Mandy dropped the comb, as she bent over in front of me to pick it up; I leaned forward and squeezed her cute little ass. 

 

"Your pants also, I want to see what color your panties are."   "I'm getting warm myself, I have to keep the temperature like this for Princess." I stated removing my robe, sitting back down in my boxers.  

 

I kept interrupting my haircut, by grabbing her and kissing her mouth.  I undid her bra and dropped it on the floor, Mandy just leaned in closer, rubbing against me with her breast, her nipples getting hard; leaning in kissing my mouth. 

 

I pulled her panties down around her knees; Mandy took them the rest of the way off. 

 

I could not see Princess, as my back was to her. Mandy told me afterwards that she couldn't sit still and was frowning.

 

After she was finished, I stood up pointing at the floor. Mandy got down on her knees before me.  I took my boxers off  "Very nice haircut, you little vixen."   "Princess, come here.............. Kneel by Mandy."   "Get closer to me so that I can play with your curls."

 

 Mandy put on quite a show, licking and sucking. Fast.... slow, running her tongue up and down the shaft, teasing around the head; deep throating.  I came in Mandy's mouth, and like the wonderful little vixen that she was, swallowed it all, not spilling a drop. 

 

"Go upstairs and wait for me in the library Mandy."  "I have to get Princess settled in for the night."

 

 Mandy gathered her clothing and haircutting equipment, a big smile on her face.  I turned to Sarah, who was still on her knees, waiting.

 

"You have had quite the day."  "A complete body wax, haircut and all."  "Stand and face me."  "Close your eyes and open your mouth."

 

 I removed a heresy's kiss from my robe pocket, unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. 

 

"You look lovely, my pretty lady."  "Tomorrow you will given a sport bra, panties socks and sneakers to wear." 

 

"When you lose the weight, I may turn the hot water on." " Now go to your pole and I will attach your leash."

 

"Mandy is a delightful little thing."  "She will be sharing my bed this evening." 

 

"I believe that Minerva is trying to tempt me with her, perhaps trade even for you."  "Good night."

 

Mandy was waiting in the library for me when I returned, curled up on the overstuffed leather couch. "I am in the mood for Chinese take-out."  "There is a menu on the corkboard near the telephone in the kitchen." 

 

"I want chicken & cashews, plus a pint of hot & sour soup." "They make the chicken & cashews right; no celery." 

"Order something for you, then call the order in for delivery." 

 

After we ate, we cuddled on the couch and listened to music. Mandy chose the Nutcracker Suite by Tchaikovsky, her favorite piece of music; then, we shared a bottle of chilled Inniskillin Riesling Ice Wine. 

 

I genuinely enjoyed just being with and holding her.  As Minerva stated: " my methods are my own"; as are mine.  Discipline and cruelty will merely produce an obedient drone. 

 

I want to experience all aspects of my slaves, not just their bodies.  They have needs to satisfy the same as I.

Loyalty, affection, subservience, obedience; coupled with intelligence, all these are attributes of a desirable female slave.

 

That evening in bed, Mandy kept me well satisfied.

 

Minerva arrived the next Saturday morning with bras, panties, and socks and several sizes of Nike sneakers for Sarah to try on.

She also brought Katherine, her other slave girl.  Katherine was about Mandy's age, brown eyes at five-eight with a

well- rounded voluptuous figure, well suited to bearing children. 

 

Her short hair was light brown with blond highlights added and styled in a short bob with short curved bangs.

 

 Like Mandy, she was dressed all in white, except she was wearing her white lab coat instead of a smock.   Katherine would be giving Sarah a physical and compile a medical history.  In addition, she would be drawing blood for lab work. 

I planned on putting Sarah on birth control.

 

While Katherine was giving Princess her physical, Mandy styled her Mistress's hair in a chignon.  Minerva would be attending a gathering; a gathering was a meeting of the Sanctorum.

 

Minerva was being summoned to sit on the tribunal of a Master for selling one of his slaves into prostitution to an outsider.

 

Minerva advised me that she would be out of state for the next five days.  She would be taking Mandy with her to attend to her needs, especially, her hair and makeup. 

 

The doctor that Katherine worked for was on vacation for two weeks. 

 

Minerva made arrangements to have Katherine & Mandy's small apartment painted, then new carpet put down.  If nothing else, Minerva was a very well organized efficient woman, making full use of her time and money. 

 

"I know it's an imposition, would you please let Katherine stay with you while I am gone."  "She has allergies too fresh paint, not to mention the new carpet." This will give the place time to air out thoroughly."

 

"I think that you will enjoy having her." "Katherine has a very analytical mind."  "You enjoy chess, I will very surprised if you can beat her."  "As a matter of fact, I will bet you a dinner at Salvatore's that you lose 2 out of 3 games." 

 

"I will take that bet Minerva; enjoy your trip." I said, thinking, "I certainly will be enjoy this buxom beauty."

 

After her physical, Sarah was given her bras, socks and panties.  After trying on several pair of Nikes; we determined that her correct size was 7 D; Katherine would return the others and get one extra pair in her correct size. 

 

Minerva went to check on Sarah's new hairstyle.

 

" Not bad, at least now she is a well groomed little doggie." she said, stroking Sarah's curls. "Did Mandy leave you makeup to practice with slut?"  "Yes Mistress" "Thank you for my undergarments and sneakers." Sarah replied

 

"It is about time you remembered your manners little doggie." Minerva stated, stroking Sarah's face with the riding crop.

"I will be gone five days."  "Katherine will be staying with your Master." 

 

"You will be provided with a jump rope and exercise mat." " Your diet will be modified to include more proteins." 

 

"When I return you had better have lost 25lbs., otherwise I will beat you."  " Besides, after being with Katherine for five days, he will probably forget all about you."

 

Minerva and Mandy left for the airport. I directed Katherine where to put her suitcase and makeup case. 

I gave her my car keys, credit card and a grocery list, and then sent her shopping. 

 

I also told her to purchase five outfits: Babydolls & Teddies, explaining that is all she would be allowed to wear the next 5 days.

 

 "If there is anything special you would like to eat, by all means purchase it"  

 

"Be warned, I am a competent chess player."  "If you want desert, be prepared to win two out of three."   

 

Katherine drove away with a big smile on her face.

 

I found Princess wearing her new bra, panties and sneakers skipping rope.  I sat down and watched her breasts bouncing up and down for a while, then called her over to sit down next to me. 

 

This time, she knew what to do, putting her head on my chest anticipating and craving my attention. 

"From this point on, when we are alone, you have permission to speak if you have a question or concern." 

 

"However, you will begin with by asking: "May I have permission to speak?"  "Give me your hand, place it here, your fingers like this at the base of your throat."  "This will be our non verbal signal."  "I will either nod yes or shake my head no."

 

"May I have permission to speak, Master?" "Yes." I replied,  "I can never go back to my Amish community." 

 

"I don't want to go back now."  " Mandy and Katherine seem so free, it is hard to explain."  "They are so feminine."

"They were very kind to me."  "They seem so happy to be owned."  

 

"They are happy because they have totally submitted." I replied.  "They are secure in their femininity in ways few women will ever experience."  "How many husbands do you suppose put forth such time and effort to totally know their wives."

 

"Will I be like them?" She asked,  "You are like them."  "Your nipples are hard as we speak, am I right?" 

 

"Yes." she replied, snuggling closer. 

 

"Are you horny my pretty girl, do you want come?"  "Yes Master, do you want to fuck me?" She asked.

 

"Such language, where did you ever hear that word?"  "I just want to please you, Master."  "Then don't be vulgar." I replied

"I would prefer that you say make love."  "And no, I do not want intercourse, I want oral sex from you."

 

 "I left a basin with hot water and a wash cloth on the stairs, go get it."   "Here it is Master, do you want me to wash you?" 

"Of course." I replied  "That is right, gently...take your time."  "Good girl, I think that it is clean enough." 

 

"Put the basin back on the stairs."  "Did you notice how Mandy did it?"  "Yes that's right."  "Lick the entire shaft................Marvelous."  "Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip."  "Very good that feels wonderful."  "Start sucking, good..........yes.... that's it...watch your teeth." I warned, lightly cuffing her head.

 

"Get your hand out of your panties and stop playing with yourself." "Concentrate on what you are doing." I admonished, cuffing her again. 

 

Very satisfied, I just lay back on the couch with my hands buried in Sarah's hair until I exploded in her mouth.

 

"That was very nice for your first attempt at fellatio." "You will have to learn to swallow it all unless you like having semen on your face."  "Now clean the semen that you spilled on me with your tongue; then go wash your face and brush your teeth."

 

When Sarah returned, she sat back down on the couch with me, snuggling close, with her face on my chest.

 

"Close your eyes and get ready to kiss me." I took a Hershey's Kiss from my pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in my mouth.  When I kissed her, I pushed it into her mouth with my tongue.  "For you my pretty girl."  "Now you will taste like chocolate, when I kiss you."

 

"Take off your bra and panties now, but don't touch yourself." "I will do that for you."  "Wonderful, you are absolutely dripping."  "Your panties must be soaked."  "Now kiss your Master."  "Marvelous, you taste like chocolate." 

"You are a horny little thing."  

 

"Please Master, please let me come, your horny little slaves begs to let her come." 

 

"Stroke my cunt.... mmm, just like that...put your fingers in there................oh, that feels so good."

 

" I'll be so good...I'm coming... I want to suck on it again...kiss me; kiss Master...............

 

Sarah orgasm was incredible; after she peaked, she just collapsed against me, softly crying.

 

I stroked her hair and held her until she stopped. 

 

"I want you to keep me."  "I want to stay here with you." "Please don't sell me."  "I will do anything you say, my Master, my owner."  "I can cook and clean house."  "I will be anything you want me to be." 

 

"I want you to listen to Mistress Minerva and show her that she is wrong about you." 

 

"You will have to work extra hard to lose the weight."  "I have some books on beauty and makeup for you to read in your spare time."  "Katherine will help you with that." 

 

"Tomorrow, I will bring you a lighted makeup mirror and everything you will need to practice." 

"I promise I will not disappoint you Master, I have to exercise now, with your permission of course." 

 

Katherine returned from her shopping trip and put the groceries away.  We went into the library and I put on some music that was suitable: a CD of Traditional Strip Club song that I bought on a whim for a dollar at a flea market. 

 

I sat back and watched her strip to the music and model the different baby dolls and teddies, settling on red, and the last one she tried on. 

 

We played chess until 4:00 PM; Minerva was right, I lost five out of seven and greatly enjoyed myself.  I would like to think that that sexy little morsel distracted me. 

 

That was not the case; she was a much better player then I.  I did notice a couple of tells.  When she was attacking, she always made a loose fist before each move; while defending, she always touched her right cheek. 

 

Katherine was warned that she would play her best or I would tie her to the pole for the night.

 

Watching her, I concluded that her mannerisms were precise, yet feminine; Katherine would be a delight to own.

 I left Katherine in the library and went to the kitchen to prepare Sarah's meal.

 

Sarah was given a grilled chicken breast and steamed broccoli, carrots and white rice for dinner. I was very generous with her vegetable portions, a special treat for hard day of exercise.  She was also given a large cup of jasmine tea with her meal.  Sarah was excited about receiving her mirror and makeup tomorrow.  "Master, are you going to have my ears pierced?"  She asked. 

 

"Do you want to have your ears pierced?"  "I've always wanted to have them pierced." Sarah replied. 

 

"Katherine says that she can do it and has stainless steel posts in her medical bag."  "Is that so." I said, smiling.  

"What else does Katherine say?"  "She explained everything about my birth control pills and says I am very healthy."

 

 "She thinks that you are handsome and loves your big house."  "She hates living in that cramped apartment." "She said that she loved my haircut and wished that her hair was longer." 

 

"I had intended to have your ears pierced, Sarah."  "In addition to that, I will have Katherine pierce your clitoral hood and have a permanent 18kt. gold ring inserted."  "I will be eating my dinner soon."  "I will talk to you again in the morning." 

"May I pleasure you again, Master?" 

 

"No, but I like the way that you asked, your choice of words."  "Get some sleep, you have exercised enough for today."

 

 I walked away thinking, "She is coming along just fine."  "Sarah will be willingly sharing my bed sooner then I thought." 

"I am assured admittance to the Sanctorum."

 

Katherine was waiting for me in the library, curled up with a copy of "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman. 

 

"The shrimp is cooling in the refrigerator, along with a bowl of cocktail sauce."  "I will put the steaks in the broiler for us as soon as the shrimp are well chilled." She added. 

 

"Very good," I commented " I am going to take a nap until dinner is ready, give me a least an hour."  "Set the dining room table with the dishes from the dining room china cabinet." "The linen is the 3 bottom drawers along with the good silver."  "Do not forget the good crystal."

 

We shared a couple bottles of Alamos Pinot Noir 2002 (Argentina) a nice red wine of moderate price.

Katherine chose the dessert: New York Cheese Cake with fresh blueberries. 

 

I questioned her during dinner, asking about her profession, making small talk.  I drank sparingly and mostly listened, the wine loosening her tongue.  

 

I found out that she loved poetry.  The only time she read it was at work; Minerva did not approve, viewing poetry a waste of time. 

 

This issue was a shame.  For one, Katherine having to read it behind her Mistress's back, and for Minerva not allowing her this harmless intellectual pleasure. I would keep this bit of information to myself, a minor infraction at best, certainly not one for her to be whipped. 

 

I did give her permission to be herself, because of this, I assumed a certain degree of confidentiality; slave girl or not.  

As I have said before, I have my own methods. 

 

As is my preference, and as a prelude to foreplay, I showered with Katherine as I did with Mandy. 

 

While her hair was still wet, I combed it straight back away from her face, tucking the sides behind her ears.  As she stood admiring her reflection in the mirror, I stepped behind her; kissing and licking her neck and ears; caressing her curvaceous buttocks.

 

"What a shame your hair isn't longer Katherine, I would love to see you with a ponytail."  Katherine just sighed, not commenting.  "Princess's hair will eventually be much longer."  "Her present style is merely transitional."

 

"Minerva suggested that I cut it much shorter; like Mandy's."  "I believe that bangs suit her; you are beautiful with or without." "I would prefer your hair longer."  "In keeping with your professional image, you would keep it pinned up work."

 

 This brought a smile to her face, as I knew it would. 

 

Katherine turned, put her arms around my neck, kissing my mouth, "It would be wonderful if you would buy me from Minerva."

 

"I will trust you not to tell her that; a girl can dream can't she?"  Katherine was quite perceptive in concluding that I would remain silent. I could not afford her even if I were a member of the Sanctorum, which was the only way I could purchase her. 

 

If I could afford her, I doubt Minerva would sell her to me.  Of the three, Sarah, Mandy and Katherine, Katherine was the most complex

 

Intellectually & intuitively, she was Minerva's equal.  It would be a pleasure to explore her complexities. For the present, as long as she trusted me and was forthcoming, her perspective about her Mistress was invaluable.

 

"King takes queen.... or shall I say King will take the queen to bed."  "We have five days to checkmate one another, Katherine." "You know where my bedroom is; wait for me there."

 

I went to the library, locking the door behind me.  Going to the wall-to-wall bookcase on the east wall, I pushed the hidden catch allowing one side to swing inward revealing a hidden room.  Entering, I closed the door behind me.

 

My entire house has concealed fiber optic cameras and microphones in every room. 

 

This is the Master control room for the entire property.  The dummy room is hidden in the basement.  Minerva knows everything about the dummy one; this one is a secret and will override everything.  To Minerva's knowledge, there are only cameras in the basement and outside perimeter. 

 

I have a friend whose land is adjacent to mine. While I own 20 acres, David has at least 1400. I purchased most of my furniture from David, as he deals in the unusual and the unique.  Most importantly, David is discreet, a most desirable quality in a friend. 

 

Whenever David goes out of town for any length of time, I keep an eye on his property and feed his dog Socrates.  Aside from his new wife Laura, Socrates is a one-man dog. 

 

Socrates and I have a unique relationship.  I let him out to do his business and feed him, Socrates mostly ignores me. 

 

Up until the time that he married, David was a very private person.  I always called before I went to visit.

 

David told me that I am always welcome.  I even attended his wedding.  Out of respect, I still will call first, emergencies aside.

 

My primary occupation is an Electrical Engineer and inventor holding multiple patents. I own a small business employing six people installing complete security systems of my own design.

 

I have a natural aptitude with computers and will build and incorporate them into the client's security systems.  Like my friend David, my clients are very wealthy and value discretion. 

 

I installed David's security system. David and I remodeled the library containing the hidden room.

 

In addition to my security business, I am a silent partner in a business that manufactures stun guns and tasers, all government and police contracts.  None of these are available to the public, all state of the art and my design.  I gave one to David awhile back, although I have no idea what he will do with it. 

 

He and his wife are most proficient with firearms; and there is always Socrates. 

 

There are no paper blueprints for the one I used on Sarah.  I custom built it for myself, the blueprints, in my head, as are those for my security system. 

 

After I ran a diagnostic on the system, I joined Katherine in the bedroom.

 

We picked up where we left off in the bathroom.  I made Katherine get on her hands and knees on the bed and entered her from behind.

 

My instincts about her were correct, Katherine enjoyed having intercourse in this position.

 

She begged me to pull her hair while I was fucking her. Katherine liked it hard and fast and was capable of multiple orgasms.  Actually, she liked intercourse in any position as long as it was a little on the rough side. After we finished making love we went right to sleep.  Katherine was up early and prepared breakfast: sourdough pancakes,

pork sausages and hot coffee.  "Do you want me to bring Sarah her breakfast?" She asked. 

 

"We will eat first."  "Then you can bring it to her."   "I am going outside for a couple of hours to cut some wood."  "I have four cords done so far and hope to get three more cut and stacked for the season."  "Do you want me to help you?" She offered.

 

"That won't be necessary, I need the exercise."  "Pick up around the house.... on second thought, it could use a good dusting."

"I am sure that you can find your way around."

 

 I lost track of the time and was outside for most of the morning. When I returned, I found that Katherine had dusted and vacuumed my entire house. She greeted me at the door, assuming the position. Fresh from the shower her wet hair was combed straight back and shiny with hair gel. Katherine was wearing a red teddy, had put on her makeup; she was wearing blood red lipstick; I loved the look.

 

 

"You may stand slave girl, give your Master a kiss."  Katherine put her arms around my neck and complied.  That was quite a work out; I'm soaked with perspiration." "I must smell terrible," I continued, "You smell wonderful." She replied. "Don't you want me to shower first?"  "I love the smell of clean sweat." Katherine answered, continuing to kiss me.  "Do you like my hair?" 

 

"Get down on your hands and knees and I will show you how much I like your hair." I did her doggie style, right there on the floor the way she liked it, fast and hard, slapping her ass and pulling her hair; afterwards I made her clean me with her mouth. 

"Assume the position.... very nice, I'm going to take a shower, then we will have lunch." "Do not move until I return."

 

After we ate we brought Sarah her makeup mirror and makeup, as well as her noon meal.  After Sarah ate, she and Katherine took turns skipping rope and exercised together. 

 

I turned on the hot water to the slop sink and the bathroom allowing Sarah free access for a hot shower and a toilet. 

The girls had worked up quite a sweat together trying to out do one another at jump rope.

 

I suggested that they shower together while I watched.  They soaped each other down, washing & conditioning each other's hair and drying themselves off.  Then they spent half-an-hour doing each other's makeup. I observed that Katherine enjoyed brushing Sarah's hair.

 

When they finished, I sat on in the middle of the couch, calling them over. With one slave girl on either side, I announced, "We are going to have a kissing contest."  "There is cheese cake with blueberries in the fridge." 

 

"The best kisser gets a piece" Having two naked women on a couch trying to out do one another is an experience every man should enjoy at least once in a lifetime.............................  : I declared the contest a tie.

 

Katherine and Sarah spent a great deal of time together during those 5 days.  In a sense, Katherine was Sarah's mentor, as her gentle influence encouraged and taught Sarah the etiquette of the slaves as mandated by the Sanctorum.  No doubt, it also helped her be more at ease with her previous repressed sexuality, by having another woman's perspective.  Having an exercise partner was another bonus.

 

On our last evening together, Katherine and I were sitting together in the library sharing a bottle of Dunnewood Merlot.

Katherine again told me something about Minerva that was quite insightful.  I had always assumed that Minerva was bi-sexual

or a lesbian. 

 

I saw no purpose in having female slaves unless you intended in having sexual relations with them.  Minerva enjoyed the power and prestige of being a Mistress, a dominant.  Katherine and Mandy were for the most part a source of income.

Not that she mistreated them; they were more like unpaid servants for life. Minerva preferred the company of men.

 

This was a puzzle. If she preferred males, why have female slaves?  This was not a question that I could just come out and ask her.  I needed her support to enter the Sanctorum.  In any case, it was none of my business.

 

When Minerva returned, she was very pleased with Sarah's progress.  She put on quite the show when I refused to sell Sarah to her, pretending to be angry. I gladly took her out to dinner at Salvatore's twice, once for losing our bet, the other because we both craved their veal marsala. 

 

Three months had come and gone, Sarah had safely lost the required weight and was very tone and trim. She was now allowed upstairs during the day, and was given her house cleaning duties.  In this she excelled; in addition too cooking and baking the recipes that her mother and aunts taught her.

 

I purchased a variety of leotards for her to wear around the house.  They hugged her contours and showed off her beautiful figure; a constant reminder for her to maintain her optimum weight with diet and exercise.

 

Sarah was required to read one book a week and we discussed it, reviewing what she had learned. 

I purchased some used textbooks and brought home library books on music and music appreciation; Sarah received constant exposure to all aspects of my collection, and learned to enjoy the classics.

 

On the first day of the fourth month, I have placed a calendar on the refrigerator.  On the last day of the month, Sarah will be allowed to sleep in my bed and we will have intercourse. For now she will be sleeping on the floor at the foot of my bed.

Each day she will place an X on the calendar to record the passing days.  She was not allowed orgasm until then and must pleasure me with her mouth.

 

The day finally arrived and I failed to qualify beforehand exactly when it would begin.  At exactly 12:01 AM, while I was still asleep, Sarah got up off of the floor and got into bed next to me, waking me up. "What do you think you are doing?" I asked.

"You said I would share your bed and I have been good." She replied, snuggling closer. "Do you realize what time it is?"

"It is the last day of the month." She meekly relied, adding "Are you angry with me?" "No, technically you are right; it is the next day and I did promise." I replied, putting my arm around her. 

 

"Are you going to make love to me now?" she asked, kissing my neck. "Later."  "Oh." she sighed, disappointed. "But you have been good, my pretty girl." "You do know your place." "That deserves a reward."

 

"You may address me by my first name when we are alone, such as now."  "Will that satisfy you until morning, Sarah?"

"Yes Michael, I can wait until morning." she replied, kissing my mouth and snuggling closer  "Good night, Master."

 

The alarm was supposed to go off at 7:00 AM, but did not; I woke up instead to my little princess's sweet kisses on my face. 

"Did you sleep well, Michael?" "Do you want me to prepare your breakfast?"  "Yes, very well indeed, and no; you and I will be going out for breakfast."  "Are you well rested little princess?"  "Yes Michael, thank you for asking." "I've never eaten in a restaurant before." "I am sure that you will enjoy the experience, but first things first."  "Stand at the end of the bed"...."Heel"...."Down."

 

"Tell me what you want," I ordered "I want to feel you inside of me Michael."  "I want you to suck on my breasts."

"What else do you want, Princess?" I asked, getting out of bed and stroking her moist cunt with my fingers.

 

"I want to lick your cock and suck on it."  "Who am I?" "You are Michael, my Master."  "You are dripping with desire my pretty girl, your sweet flower is my property as is the rest of you."  I took her on the floor in the bedroom. Sarah's sweet orgasm was incredible...I'm coming.... ooh God it feels so good...Master.... I want to suck on it.... yes, oh yes.......................make love to my cunt.....................................................................After she came; I rolled her over on her back, pounding her until I achieved mine.

 

After we showered, I said "There is a large package wrapped in brown paper in the hall closet for you; bring it here."

Sarah ran to the closet bringing it back to the bedroom, and then carefully opened it, folding the paper and putting it to one side.

"I decided that leotards might not be practical for outside attire."  "I will bet my eye teeth that the blue jeans are a perfect

fit." "Katherine washed three times adding fabric softener at the end of the wash cycle." "Minerva chose the blouse: Chinese silk, a beautiful shade of jade green." I added.

 

"Did Mistress Minerva really select this blouse for me, it is very beautiful? " She exclaimed, rubbing the fabric on her face.

"I thought that she hated me!"  "Minerva is a practical women."  "She has resigned herself to the fact that you are mine and not for sale or trade."  "Minerva has a wonderful sense of style."  "In attempt to appease her and smooth things over, we will be meeting her for breakfast."  "Then we will be taking you shopping for clothing; I defer to her sense of style in women's attire."

 

Sarah thanked Minerva for the blouse and Minerva...well, Minerva was Minerva. We went to the different women's clothing stores; Minerva chose the clothing and Princess dutifully tried them on.  Minerva did not ask Sarah's opinion about anything.  What she did chose for her looked good on Sarah and was most appropriate; I concurred with all her selections. The shopping excursion took less then 2 hours, as Minerva no doubt scoped out her selections ahead of time.

 

After Minerva left, I took Sarah to a jewelry store and bought her a pair of 18-karat gold hoop earrings; she put the stainless steel posts she was wearing in her pocket, putting the hoops on before she left the jewelry store.  Sarah left the store beaming, she looked beautiful and she knew it.  My final purchase for her was perfume.  I have always been partial to the scent vanilla.

We went to Macy's going directly to the perfume counter.  The woman behind the counter would not stop flirting with me; much

to Sarah's displeasure.  All that Sarah could do to show her displeasure, was to stand close to me hanging to my arm; however, if looks could kill.............................

 

I bought her a bottle of spray cologne: Vanilla Fields by Coty and received many hugs and kisses while we were in Macy's, some no doubt for the benefit of the flirtatious sales clerk. We spent the rest of the day in bookstores, browsing.

 

Seven months after Princess's abduction, I was summoned to a gathering of the Sanctorum. Sarah would also be attending for her interview in preparation to sign her slave contract.  Minerva would act as my advocate.

 

The gathering was held in a building that previously was a Grand Old Hotel on the Hudson River, which was remodeled and restored to its former glory by the Sanctorum. Security on the grounds was extremely tight; we went through 3 checkpoints

before we reached the Grand Hotel Main Building.

 

The three of us were escorted to the waiting room off of the main lobby.  Minerva directed Sarah to strip as she would be naked and on display for most of the weekend; slaves were not allowed clothing once the gathering started, unless they were assigned to serve refreshments.

 

My initiation and oath would be before the council of 50, which consists of a Grand Master/Grand Mistress representing

each of the 50 United States.  Afterwards, I would be given a gold signet ring upon which the Sanatorium's seal is engraved.

 

I was also required to bequeath 51% of all of my financial assets and real property to the Sanctorum, at the time of my death.

 

It should be noted: the Sanctorum considered Slaves real property. Following this paperwork, I was given a retinal scan and my right hand was scanned to record my fingerprints for security and identification purposes.

 

Lastly, I gave them a cashier's check in the amount equal to 20% of my net worth, predetermined by their forensic accountants.

 

I was forth coming in declaring everything, including the money hidden in my mattress. The benefits of membership far out weighed the initial cost.  Their code of ethics was quite simple, loyalty, honesty and secrecy to the Sanctorum and Masters/Mistresses of the brother and sisterhood.

 

After my initiation and paperwork, I was shown to my room by a naked blond slave girl to rest for the gathering- proper,

followed by an informal get-to- together of owners and slaves.  Minerva's room was adjacent to mine; she left me a note to meet her in the lobby at 7:30PM;I took a shower and a nap, setting my alarm for 6:30PM.

 

During the informal get- to -together, Sarah was required to serve refreshments for one hour to the dominants in the ballroom, as were the other slaves present.  She was dressed in a French Maid's Outfit as were all the other slaves assigned to that duty; there were no males slaves present.

 

Minerva was introducing me around when the pieces to the puzzle about Minerva's sexual preferences were coming together. 

Of the Fifty Grand Masters & Mistress's present at my initiation, only ten were women; the men out numbered the women four to one.  Dominants, male or female must only be an allowed to own female slaves.  "Michael did you hear what I just said?"

"No, I'm sorry Minerva, I was just thinking how lucky I was to find your dance studio."  "Without your help, I would never be here today, my marvelous mentor."  "You were saying."  "You are welcome Michael." "Now that you are one of us, I wish to thank you as well." 

 

"Your Sarah has created quite a stir among the gathering."  "The concept of stalking and abducting an Amish women; not to

 mention successfully turning her into your slave and having her sign a contract." "  I as your mentor share a small portion of the accolades." "As well as my own for bringing you into the fold, so to speak." 

 

"I was saying, that there is someone I want you to meet."  "She wants to purchase Sarah from you."  "Before you say no, hear me out."  "Your account in Luxemburg."  "She is willing to transfer one two hundred fifty thousand dollars to your account." 

 

I felt a small hand touch the small of my back; my beautiful Princess had turned in her maid's uniform and was kneeling naked beside me. Sarah placed her hand at the base of her throat as I taught her. I smiled at her and shook my head, indicating that she did not have permission to speak.

 

"No Minerva, I respectfully must decline her offer." "I know you so well my student." "I knew that you would say that"

"Grand Mistress Maud is the prospective buyer." "The answer is still no!"   "Will you at least meet with her Michael?"

 

"Of course I will meet with her." "She is after all a Grand Mistress." "Then I will schedule a private audience with her Michael."

 

 "While I an gone, consider her offer."   "Keep in mind two hundred fifty thousand dollars to her is like one hundred dollar to you and I."

 

Minerva left to talk with the Grand Mistress and I gave Sarah permission to speak "I signed my contract with them, Master"

"I have never seen so many beautiful naked women before, all of them slaves; I am so happy."

 

"I expected to be groped and leered at, but that was not the case." "Everyone here seems so organized and relaxed."

 

"The people here are unique my pretty girl"  "You are not some whore or slut on display." "A slave practices her art, as does a

Dominant."  "Much like the geishas of Japan."  "You are a valued piece of property to be guarded and protected."  "Leering and groping is considered bad form and could lead to censure or expulsion."  "There are other factors I will not discuss here."  "Did you eat?"  "Yes, we were fed before we served refreshments."  "It was explained to me that my primary duty now is to attend to you."  "I will be going back to your room with you later for the rest of our stay."

 

As we were talking, I could her a familiar voice calling to me from across the room. I looked up to see my divorce attorney

Matt Alderman wave to call me over.  Kneeling naked beside him was his receptionist, Nancy, looking lovelier then ever.

 

"Congratulations Michael, welcome to the Sanctorum."  "Is this the one I have been hearing so much about?" She is quite pretty."

"Thank you Matt" "I have finally found my place in the world"  "And you Nancy, you are looking lovelier then ever."

 

"Thank you Master Michael, but if you will excuse me, I am required to serve refreshments soon."

 

Matt and I found an empty table and sat down; Sarah kneeled down next to me.  "Do you still hate your ex wife- Michael?"

"I don't really hate her per say."  "I was betrayed by her."  "She did commit adultery."

 

"On the other hand if it were not for her..."I know what you mean." Matt interrupted. "If it were me, I would have ruined her by now."  "Both financially and mentally." "First, she would crawl back begging, then be under my thumb...finally, I would sell the cunt." Matt raised his hand motioning to a pretty blond slave carrying a tray with glasses of champagne. "Thank you, I will take two."  He said handing me one. "You look very nice with clothing, Cindy." "Send my regards to your Master." "You are dismissed."

 

 "A toast to you Michael, may you acquire many more!"

 

Matt was obviously well into his cups. This would be my opportunity to get some answers. I found out that Grand Masters are not elected, but appointed by a consensus of the fifty.

 

Grand Mistresses serve at the pleasure of the Sanctorum; they may make recommendations, but their number is limited to

ten; Grand Masters have the weighted vote.  The value of Mistresses lies in their ability to secure women slaves for the Masters.

Wealthy, intelligent women such as Grand Mistress Mandy are considered an asset to the Sanctorum as a whole.

 

It was announced at the gathering proper that Grand Mistress Athena would be stepping down due to health reasons.

A replacement would have to be chosen by the fifty.  Minerva was rumored as a possible replacement; being highly regarded

by many of the fifty; especially by her mentor; Grand Mistress Maud.

 

The last piece of information was the most valuable of all; Male slaves did not exist in the world of the Sanctorum.

Masters or Grand Masters found guilty of serious offences could be put to death; males played for the highest stakes of all"

 

My meeting with Grand Mistress Maud was not what Minerva expected; I turned down the second offer as well; politely of course.  The Grand Mistress was gracious, telling me that the offer was on the table if I were to change my mind.

 

Minerva's anger was barely contained. The only indication of such was in her green eyes; I expected lightning bolts to strike me down from the looks that she gave me.  "What's done is done Michael."  "It is certainly your right to refuse her offer."

"If you do reconsider, I would be willing to give you unlimited access to my girls."  "I would keep their incomes of course."

 

"This is your day after all, go back to the ballroom and mingle, I will be with you shortly," she added, kissing my mouth and biting my lip enough to hurt and smiling.  I was tempted to swap her ass as she walked away, but thought the better of it.

 

One year had now gone by. Minerva had not achieved her goal to be a Grand Mistress; a Grand Master was installed in that vacancy.  Minerva and I had grown apart, no longer spending as much time together.

 

During the previous five months, I took off some time from work, and did some traveling. Sarah and I went to Hawaii for two weeks. I rented a convertible; we spent another month just touring the country, staying in the best hotels, many nights for free;

compliments of the Sanctorum. 

 

Minerva showed up one evening with dressed to kill.  She was wearing a tight black dress and her makeup was impeccable.

Minerva's beautiful red hair was curled and pinned up; the way she knew I liked it.  "We are both too stubborn for our own good"

 

"I want things to be the way that they were." she said, kissing my mouth. "Let me make things up to you." "I promise that I will

make this an evening that you will never forget."   I was thinking "My beautiful Minerva, I'm sure it will be an evening neither

of us will forget."  "Shall we dance first, my marvelous mentor, just the two of us?" "I shall lock Sarah in the library for the evening so as not to disturb us." I replied.

 

We danced, shared a bottle of Giesen Riesling 2006 (New Zealand), and then danced some more. Minerva was quite passive this evening and I did some things I had never done to her in the past while dancing; I patted and squeezed her ass and played with her hair; first taking the hairpins out letting it down and playing with her loose curls as we danced; and she let me, seemingly enjoying the attention.

 

Minerva suggested we go to my bedroom; she wanted to spend the night. Once there she said "There is the matter of oral sex

owed to you lover."  She said removing her slinky black dress.  "Lie on your back and close your eyes; relax I will take care of everything." I did as she requested, anticipating what would come next. "Are the condoms still in your top dresser drawer?"

 

"As always."  I answered, on the bed with my eyes closed.  "I will get them out for when you will pleasure me."

 

Minerva started by stroking my penis with her hand, then licking the tip.  I felt something cold on my neck; I opened my eyes. Minerva had removed my taser from the drawer and pressed against my neck. "Surprise lover!" She said, smiling, depressing the

switch, the arc of electricity jumping between the electrodes. "You ungrateful bastard." "You cost me a great deal of money, not to mention my chance to be Grand Mistress."  I just lay there not moving. "That should keep you in your place for awhile."

 

"You are a fool Michael, telling me about your hidden control center in the basement."  "For a security expert, you are not very secure."  "While you and Princess were on vacation, Maud and I made some modifications." 

 

"What do you think of that?"  She exclaimed, placing the taser on my testicles and again pressing the switch.

"Maud is five minutes from here, I am going to pick up my cell phone and call her"................ "She is on the way, Michael."

"The offer is still on the table except now the offering price is a dollar." "You are going to take it." "Did I mention we planted

bogus evidence showing money in off shore accounts in the Cayman Islands proving you lied to the Sanatorium's auditors."

 

"If you want to remain a Master in good standing, you had better do as you are told, little boy." Leaning forward kissing my mouth, she again zapped me with the taser.  

 

Minerva then put the taser on the bed next to me. Turning her back to me, she bent over to pick up her dress.

I sat up and slapped her shapely ass, hard, causing her to shriek with surprise and fright.

 

I picked up the taser, a smile on my face "Minerva, Minerva...my beautiful teacher and mentor." "What have you done?"

 

"How....I don't understand........."You mean this." I interrupted, offering her the taser. " But, I tested it myself, just like you showed me Michael; the electricity jumped between the electrodes................................

 

"Very simple my dear; let me explain."  "There is a hidden switch inside this unit that can only be activated by a samarium cobalt magnet of a specific polarity." "This mentioned magnet is contained within this titanium ring that I always wear."

I stated, holding up my hand.  "Without the ring, the sparks are just for show."

 

"We still broke into your security system..." I laughed and just shook my head. "Every room in this house has multiple fiber

optic cameras and microphones."  "Everything you have done has been recorded."  "The room you know about is not the Master Control; that is elsewhere."  "As we speak, there is a live feed over the internet on an encrypted connection to a few concerned Grand Masters."  "You have incriminated yourself, as well as Grand Mistress Maud."

 

"What happens now Michael?"  "Get dressed and pin up your hair, Maud will be here shortly" "Why pin up my hair?" "Just do it Minerva, that is not a request."  Minerva meekly did as she was told.  "I am going to allow you your dignity for now; we are still equals."

 

"Go downstairs and let her in, I need to get dressed."  "I will meet you two in the kitchen; you know how I like my coffee."

After Minerva went downstairs, I turned on my laptop to monitor things from upstairs.  As soon as the Grand Mistress was in the house, I disabled all the electronic locks, keeping them from leaving.  I also jammed any cell phones from working inside the house.

 

I found them both waiting for me in the kitchen.  Maud was calm and collected sipping her coffee; Minerva was sitting next to her with her hands over her face crying.  I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down facing them. 

 

Maud was the first to speak "For goodness sake Minerva, stop crying and try to act like a Mistress for the short time you have left as one."  "All the doors leading to the outside are locked and you somehow jammed my telephone reception: by the way thank you for the coffee." "You are welcome Grand Mistress."

 

"Good form Master Michael, I detected no sarcasm in your voice."  "None was intended." I replied.

 

" How long until the enforcers arrive?" She asked.  "They will be here in approximately ten minutes." "I have disabled the cameras and microphones to this room." "You may speak freely."

 

 

"We should have been more careful"  "Minerva underestimated you and I overestimated her" "Minerva is in love with you

Michael; and was too proud to tell you; she is jealous of your slave, Princess."  "My love for Minerva and her jealousy towards your Sarah has been our ruin." "You however will come out of this a wealthy man"

 

"I care for her deeply, despite everything that has happened" "Do you understand what I am telling you, Michael?"

"I understand perfectly, Maud."

 

The enforcers arrived and escorted Maud and Minerva from the premises. Grand Master Arthur remained

to brief me on the upcoming events.  "The Tribunal of 13 will take place in 3 days"  "Mistress Minerva and Grand Mistress

Maud will be defending themselves."

 

"I have known Maud for over forty years" "Her financial savvy has greatly increased the Sanctorum's coffers during that time" "You will of course will testify against them for their crime against you" "If they are found guilty, and they will be found

guilty, they will be stripped of their titles and made slaves."

 

"It is your right to claim 20% of their net worth; the rest will go to the Sanctorum" "In Maud's case, you are looking at close to

six million dollars" "I would ask you a favor"  "Lay no claim on Maud's person"  "Allow her to be a community slave of the Sanctorum" "Maud still can still be of some service to us because of her financial savvy; The 50 will remember your generosity."

 

Minerva and Maud were found guilty as Grand Master Arthur predicted.  Minerva became my property, per the prior stipulations

of her Mistress's contract.  Katherine and Mandy's contracts were transferred to me; I would now receive their incomes.

 

I am a wealthy enough Master to now afford four lovely slaves, and because of this, my standing in the Sanctorum grew immensely.  I received multiple offers to purchase Minerva: I turned them all down; I had plans for her.

 

I will close down her dance studio; the beauty salon shall remain opened.  Katherine may continue on with her profession and both she and Mandy will now live with me.  After all, I have eight bedrooms, plenty of room for all of us.

 

 Minerva finally got her pole; she is bound to it in the basement. In 5 minutes she will have been standing for 24 hours.

 

I expect to problems from her; Minerva is a broken, disgraced women. Unfortunately, I will have to make an example of her.

 

Like Maud, despite everything that has happened, I do care for her. Minerva will make a marvelous slave.......................

 

"It is time, Michael."  Katherine informed me, we are ready.  We went down to the basement to prepare Minerva for her new life. 

 

Taking her face in my hands "I am going to take out your ball gag" "You do not have permission to speak" "You will listen,

slave Minnie; once known as Mistress Minerva." "You will have to earn the privilege to serve me."  "You will be the servant

of my three girls standing before you."

 

"Slaves though they may be, their loyalty to me is absolute" "You will be their servant, a slave to slaves."

 

"And now for your collar Minnie" "Although only a prototype, it will do the job." I said locking it into place.

 

"You are confined to this house." "You will not be allowed outside."  "This collar will prevent it."  "The electrical shock will

will render you unconscious if you attempt to disobey." "I will have your permanent collar completed it a few weeks"

"It will be smaller and prettier, but just as effective; it will also be waterproof."

 

"My girls have decided that you need a haircut" "It is unseeingly that a slave's servant have longer hair then theirs."

 

"But first, there is the issue of oral sex owed."  I released her from the pole and made her kneel before me. Mandy brought me her scissors.  I cut her beautiful long hair level with the nape of her neck as she went down on me, as the girls watched.

 

Katherine ordered her to sweep up her hair, and throw it in the trash.  Minnie's haircut was not over: Mandy would do the honors and finish it. But first Princess ordered her to the slop sink and ordered her to wash her body and shampoo her hair; cold water only.

 

The first cut was a chin length blunt bob, that when blow-dried and brushed out was quite attractive on her.

 

"Is her hair short enough Michael?" "I want it as short as yours Mandy."  "When your hair is shoulder length again, you may

allow her to grow it out again." "By then, she may be worthy to serve me."  "We will see."

 

Mandy gave Minnie her final haircut, a short pixie cut with bangs.  We left Minerva crying on the floor, tied to her pole

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hared the same parents. But their father was a drunk who abandoned the family shortly after Jess's birth. The youngest, Stephanie, was the product of the mother's trust with a stranger while vacationing in Spain two years later. The mother and two fathers managed to create three beautiful girls. They were spaced about three years apart, and were now aged nineteen, sixteen and thirteen. Almost as a bonus, they were blonde and brunette, respectively. They were also alone. A year and a half ago, their mother was killed in a car wreck. Unable (and unwilling) to locate Charlene's and Jess's father, and having no close relatives able to take them in, they had successfully petitioned the courts to grant Charlene, at age eighteen, guardianship of her two younger sisters. Since then Charlene had been working full time and going to college at night. Between her paychecks and her sister's Social Security benefits, along with a modest inheritance and insurance settlement, they were able to provide for themselves adequately.

Andrew's observations had shown him something of the character of the sisters. Charlene had a fairly well-paying job, considering her age and experience. A friend of her mother had taken her under his wing after the tragedy and given her a position as a receptionest with his company. The job was flexible enough to let her concentrate on her college studies, and she was managing to maintain a high "C" average. Charlene had hopes of going into the college's chef program. Between work and school, Charlene had little time for a social life and didn't seem to be romantically involved with anyone. Not seriously, anyway. From what he'd seen of her infrequent dates though, Andrew suspected she might be either a lesbian, or bisexual.

Jess, on the other hand, seemed to have a very active social life. Through a friend's teenage son, who happened to be in the tenth grade with Jess, Andrew had learned that Jess had several "boyfriends", none of whom she dated exclusively. She was a cheerleader, and had something of a reputation as a slut. There was speculation that she had slept with most of the basketball team, and a good part of the football team, though Andrew sensed that his contact may have been exaggerating her "easyness" because she had turned him down when he asked her out. The fact that she had received an "A" in math last semester had raised a few eyebrows as well, considering her otherwise low "C" average. She insisted it was because of the extra "tutoring" she'd gotten from her teacher, Mr. Ballder. Jess was also known to be something of a bitch.

Then there was young Stephanie. Having a different father than her sisters meant she looked a bit different. She had brown eyes to their blue. She was shorter and curvier while her sisters were taller and more slender. Stephanie looked as though she might eventually end up with larger breasts than either of her older sisters. Andrew knew the least about Stephanie, mainly because it was hard to observe her at the junior high school. Being noticed watching the girls there would raise suspicion, which he certainly didn't need. So he'd had to settle for watching her walk home from school, and occasionally observing her at the mall. She didn't seem to have many friends, and at age thirteen didn't date. Stephanie always walked with her head down, as if she hoped nobody would notice her. Her baggy clothes mostly hid her figure, but Andrew had managed to be at the public swimming pool one day when the sisters had been there, and had enjoyed studying young Stephanie's blossoming body in her modest bikini outfit.

At eleven o'clock, heart pounding with anticipation, Andrew quietly got out of his car. The satchel bag in hand, he approached the girl's house. Before doing anything else, he took the remote control from his satchel bag and silently deactivated the security system he'd personally installed last year. Then, hiding behind the bushes beside the house (bushes that he had conveniently neglected to point out as a security hazard) he crept to the window that he knew belonged to young Stephanie's bedroom. From his bag he took an electronic listening device. Bearing headphones he pressed a suction cup microphone to the glass and listened carefully. Stephanie's slow, steady breathing told him that the girl was asleep. Good. The same procedure at two more windows confirmed that the older sisters were likewise slumbering. He returned to Stephanie's window.

It was a simple matter to get the window open, especially since the blonde youngster had foolishly left the latch undone. Andrew reached inside and quietly placed his bag atop the chest of drawers beside the window. Then, taking pains to be silent, he gently eased his body through the window. Inside, he stood stock still and listened for anything that might indicate he'd been heard. Nothing. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he was able to locate the girl's stereo, positioned conveniently next to her bed. He checked the CD that was in the player. Slipknot. Perfect. He looked at the sleeping teenager. She was on her back, just as he'd hoped. That position would make things much easier. Taking his satchel bag from the chest of drawers, Andrew opened it and selected three items: a large, scary-looking knife, a ball gag, and a short length of rope. Standing up, he took a deep breath and let it back out, slowly. This was it. No turning back now.

With the gag and rope in one hand and the knife tucked in his belt, Andrew leaned over the sleeping girl. Moving quickly, he simultaneously pressed one hand to Stephanie's chest and his mouth to hers. As expected, she woke with a start. It took a second for her to realize she wasn't alone. Her scream was effectively muffled by Andrew's mouth covering hers. He kept his mouth locked to hers, while his hand on her chest held her down until she finally stopped struggling. He could feel her heart pounding rapidly. She was breathing quickly, but through her nose because her mouth was covered. When she finally stilled, Andrew carefully replaced his mouth with his hand, which he kept clamped in place while he climbed on top of the girl. She was still under the covers, so Andrew's knees served to tighten them over her. Only her head was exposed.

"Okay," Andrew whispered, "I'm going to uncover your mouth for a moment. I don't want you to scream. I don't want you to make any noise. Promise me you won't scream." The girl nodded frantically, terror in her eyes. "Good girl. Remember your promise." He moved his hand a fraction of an inch, and the girl was good for her word and didn't scream. She whispered when her mouth was free. "Please, mister, don't hurt me! I'm only thirteen! Don't hurt me!" A few tears welled at the corners of Stephanie's eyes. "I know you're only thirteen," Andrew whispered back. "That's why I like you." He saw a flicker in the girl's eyes when he said that. "Y-you like me?" Stephanie whispered back, looking right into Andrew's eyes.

"Yes, I like you very much. Now, I need you to do what I say, okay?" The young girl nodded. "Good. I need to put this in your mouth and fasten the straps behind your head." Andrew held up the ball gag. "So open your mouth wide for me." The girl obeyed, and was still as the ball was placed into her mouth and the straps were buckled at the back of her head. "Now, I want you to hold your wrists out to me." Andrew lifted himself up off the girl, enough that she could get her arms free and raise them up to him. When she did, he tied them together with the rope. "There. I'm going to get off of you now. I want you to keep still." Carefully, he climbed back off the bed. Next he pulled the covers off of the trembling, frightened girl. Her nightclothes consisted of a thin tank top and white panties. The shirt clung to her small breasts, and her fear-hardened nipples were clearly visible. She looked so sexy lying there that Andrew was tempted to take her right then. But it wasn't time.

Andrew helped her into a sitting position and then sat beside her. They were both facing the bedroom door. "So, you like Slipknot?" he asked her. She nodded. "Do your sisters like him?" Stephanie shook her head vigorously. "They probably like those boy bands, don't they?" The girl rolled her eyes and nodded. Andrew decided that she was taking her situation surprisingly well. "Well, since they don't like your favorite band, I wonder what will happen when I do this!" Andrew reached for the stereo and turned the volume knob all the way up. Then he hit the ‘play' button. Only a few seconds after the raucous heavy metal started blasting from the speakers, the bedroom door flew open. As Andrew had expected, it was Jess who had come to deal with the noise, since her bedroom was right next to Stephanie's. She was already yelling before she turned on the light. "Dammit, Steph! Turn that shit off..." her voice trailed off when the lights came on and she saw a strange man holding a knife to the throat of her little sister. "Oh my god! Steph..." She looked with panic at Andrew. "She's only thirteen!"

"Yes, yes, I know she's thirteen!" Andrew responded, turning the loud music off. "And you're sixteen. Now, instead of standing there looking stupid, how about calling your nineteen-year-old sister in here. We're going to have a little party." There was a mocking tone to Andrew's voice. When Jess didn't obey his order immediately, but instead stood there staring at the two of them, he pressed the knife harder against Stephanie's throat. The knife was actually just a prop, dull as a spoon, but Jess didn't need to know that. "Call her!"

"Charlene?" Jess called down the hallway. "Charlene, you'd better come in here! Hurry!"

Judging by the speed with which the brunette haired sister arrived, she must have been already on her way. "What's going on in here..." Charlene stopped abruptly, obviously very groggy, but suddenly awake once she realized what was happening. Andrew could see her trying to fight down her own panic. She looked at him, then at her youngest sister. "Has he hurt you, Steph?" When Stephanie shook her head, Charlene looked at Andrew, fire in her eyes. "You bastard! You'd better not have hurt her! She's only thirteen!" Andrew rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm glad we all agree that this cute little girl is thirteen! Since we all agree on that, perhaps the two of you," Andrew motioned to the girls at the doorway, "will agree that you need to take off your clothes." They just stared at him with horrified expressions on their faces. "I said, take off your clothes! All of them!" He emphasized his command by making a cutting motion with the knife across Stephanie's throat. And he was sure he heard a muffled groan from her. "You first" he said to Charlene.

Charlene's night clothes consisted of a over sized t-shirt and a black thong. Never taking her eyes off Andrew and her sister, she pulled the shirt off. Her bare breasts were now fully exposed. Andrew's mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, perfect, round c-cups with their small, pink nipples. Charlene's face wore a look of pure hatred as she next lowered her thong to the floor and stood there naked. Andrew smiled at her shaved pubes. At Andrew's order, she turned around slowly to show him her firm, round butt.

Satisfied, Andrew nodded at Jess. "Your turn."

Jess stared defiantly at him. She was wearing a long, sheer black nightgown with the top half see-through, so Andrew had already had a good view of her breasts. But as she dropped the gown to the floor Andrew was able to admire her twin globes better. Jess's tits were smaller than Charlene's, but her nipples were bigger. When her panties came off Andrew saw that her dark patch of pubic hair was neatly trimmed in a straight line, but Jess's skin was so uniformly pale that Andrew doubted she spent much time in the sun. Her body was more curved than Charlene's.

With the two older girls now naked, Andrew stood up and helped Stephanie to her feet. "Now, let's all go downstairs to the basement. Lead the way, Charlene." The basement was windowless, so there would be no telltale shadows visible to neighbors and passersby. The below-ground basement would also silent the amount of noise that might alert outsiders that something was wrong in the house. Andrew remembered that the basement was furnished, and hoped it still contained the same stuff that he remembered. The satchel bag in one hand and Stephanie's arm in the other, he followed Charlene and Jess to the basement stairs. Before they descended he said to them, "When you get to the bottom, just stand there. I want you to stay right where I can see you." Once Charlene and Jess were at the bottom of the stairs Andrew and Stephanie followed. He then ordered the older girls to the opposite side of the room. Looking around, he saw that the room was still arranged just as he remembered it. Beside him was a small bar, though it was not stocked with alcohol due to the ages of the girls. There were three barstools. In the center of the room was a pooltable. At the other side of the room, where the two sisters stood, looking very scared, was a sofa. The room also contained a TV, and a couple more stuffed chairs. Best of all, there was a heavy wooden post near one wall, and an exposed beam across the ceiling.

"You two, sit down!" Andrew motioned to the sofa and Charlene and Jess quickly sat down. He guided Stephanie onto one of the stools and then sat beside her. He whispered into her ear, "Are you a virgin?" She nodded. "Good. That's another reason I like you." He noticed she gave him the same wide-eyed look that she'd given him the last time he told her he liked her. He wondered if she really believed him. "Now, I'm going to take this gag off you, okay? But I want you to stay quiet." He unbuckled the straps and took the gag out of the girl's mouth. She was quiet, but worked her mouth a few times to get rid of the stiffness in her jaw. Then she closed her mouth and sat quietly with her tied hands in front of her. "Good girl," Andrew told her. Reaching into his bag, Andrew took out a hammer and a foot long nail. He walked to the wooden post and drove the nail into it, higher than his own head, at a forty-five degree angle. He left about six inches protruding from the post. Returning the hammer to the bag, he pointed to Charlene. "Hold out your wrists." With another short bit of rope he tied Charlene's wrists together, and then did the same with Jess's wrists. "Now," Andrew said to the blonde and brunette, "I expect the two of you to cooperate fully with me. The better you cooperate, the longer your little sister over there will remain safe. He glanced back at Stephanie, finding her sitting there just staring at the proceedings. "Both of you, get on your knees!" Charlene and Jess scrambled to obey, fearing for Stephanie's safety. Andrew reached into his bag again, this time producing a riding crop. He stepped in front of Charlene and opened his pants, and took out his cock. He heard all three girls gasp when they saw his ten-inch tool. Stephanie had a clear view of what was happening. "Okay, Charlene, open your mouth, and take it!"

Afraid of what he would do to Stephanie if she refused, Charlene did as instructed. She wrapped her lips around the head of the dick and proceeded to suck weakly. Her eyes shot upward when Andrew smacked the side of her butt with the crop and ordered her to look at him while she sucked. "And one other thing to keep in mind. Make sure I don't feel even a hint of teeth down there! Teeth might make me think you're being uncooperative." Andrew glanced at Stephanie and then grinned at Charlene. "And suck harder! You act like you've never done this before!" He grabbed her hair with one hand and guided her motions, forcing her to take his cock deeper. He could hear her gagging as the head of his cock banged against the back of her throat. He started holding around 8 inches in her mouth for longer making her gag more, just as it seemed she was about to pass out Andrew looked over at Jess.

Jess was watching wide-eyed, Andrew pushed Charlene away and turned his dick toward the blonde. "Okay, slut, I know that you know how to do this!"
"No! I've never..." Jess's protest stopped mid-sentence when she saw the look on Andrew's face. "I mean, I..."
"Too late, bitch! That's count number one!" He walked over to Stephanie, first taking a pair of scissors out of his bag. With the scissors he cut the shoulder straps of her tank top. "Raise your arms over your head, Stephanie." The young girl readily obeyed, though she perhaps didn't realize what he was doing. Her face was expressionless as she stared at him. She sat still while Andrew pulled her shirt off, leaving her top bare.

Andrew gazed with admiration at the thirteen-year-old's tiny breasts with their puffy, pink nipples. He watched her chest heave up and down with each breath, and saw her cheeks blush. "You have very pretty breasts, Stephanie," he said softly so that only Stephanie could hear. He smiled at her, eagerly awaiting what he was going to do to her. "Now," said Andrew, turning back to Jess, tell me again. Are you going to suck my cock?" This time, Jess nodded her head, frantically. "I thought so. Show me!" He shoved his cock into her mouth and pulled her head down onto it. His cock went easily down her throat. He made her hold his cock there for a few seconds before he started guiding her up and down on his shaft. Tears trickled from her eyes as she stared up at him. A minute later he let go of her head and ordered her to keep it up on her own. She eventually settled into her own rhythm, she wasn't as good as Charlene so it appeared that the rumour's were false and Jess has had near to no experience. Andrew wasn't ready to come yet, so after a few minutes he let Jess stop sucking him. Turning back to Charlene, he took her by the wrists and hauled her to her feet. "Get over here! Up on the pool table with you!" He lifted her onto the pool table, seating her right on the edge. The whole time, he could hear her mumbling under her breath, "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!"

"Now lie down!" Andrew moved her onto her back. Now her butt was still at the edge of the pool table and her legs were hanging over the side. Andrew noticed young Stephanie still watching, wide-eyed. What was she thinking? Andrew next dragged Jess to her feet and forced the blonde to the side of the table. "Get your ass up there!" With the riding crop, he dealt a stinging ‘THWACK!' to her curved ass, and chuckled at her squeal of pain. Hands still tied, Jess awkwardly climbed up onto the pool table. Both Charlene and Jess were motionless, afraid of whatever humiliation was coming next. "I bet you wonder what I have in mind now." Andrew smirked at the two sisters. "Let's see if your cocksucking skills are as good as your pussy eating skills Charlene" He laughed at the shocked expression on there face's. "Didn't your big sister ever tell you she likes girls? Tsk tsk tsk. Secrets between family aren't good!" Andrew looked at Stephanie, and saw her sitting there with her mouth hanging open in disbelief. She was still young enough that lesbians were just something to think about. Her big sister was one?

Jess's expression was just as disbelieving as Stephanie's. Then her expression changed to one of horror when she realized what Andrew was about to make her do. Andrew didn't make her wait long. He stepped between Charlene's legs and positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her shaved pussy. To Jess he said, "Straddle her face! Spread your slut pussy across her mouth!" Charlene cried out, "No! Don't make me lick her! She's my sister! Do whatever you have to do to me but not this... not this..." Andrew sighed. "That's two." Then he stepped back and walked over to Stephanie again. She was trembling. Kneeling in front of her he whispered, "I have to take your panties off now. Okay?" Stephanie nodded slowly. Andrew took hold of the waistband and said, "Raise up a little." When she lifted her butt Andrew slipped the panties off her hips and tugged them down and off her legs. He was surprised when he saw her crotch. Her pubic hair was sparse. There was only a narrow strip of soft hair, just above her slit. He looked up at her and asked, "Do you trim down there?" She replied with "Yes, it makes me feel more comfortable".

Back on his feet, Andrew returned to Charlene and Jess. "Are you going to do as I tell you?" Both blonde and brunette's were weeping. Jess nodded and slowly lowered herself to Charlene's face, lowering her pussy to her older sister's mouth. She shuddered when she felt Charlene's nose brush her asshole.
Now here's the deal. You eat her pussy good and hard. I'm gonna stick my cock inside you and fuck your lezzie brains out. If I come before your sister comes, you're both going to suffer. Got it?" "Yes!" With that, Andrew rammed himself inside the resisting cunt, burying a good 7 inches inside Charlene. He heard her squeal; she'd obviously never had anything as big as his cock in there! At the same time, he saw Jess's body tense up, signalling that Charlene's tongue had gone to work. He fucked the brunette hard. Each stroke of his cock drove deep into her pussy. She writhed uncomfortably, but judging by her sister's reactions her tongue was still working. Andrew amused himself by slapping her bald pubes and hearing her yelp. Looking up, he could see her chin moving rapidly under the dark patch of Jess's pubic fuzz. He slapped Charlene's belly and barked, "Make her come! Do it! Make her come!" Another slap.

Jess, in spite of her distaste for this incestuous lesbian contact, was obviously being affected by her sister's tongue. Tears poured from eyes that were rolled back in their sockets. Her face and jiggling breasts were flushed and gasps came from her mouth. Andrew knew she was close to having an orgasm, and found himself wondering how many orgasms the sixteen-year-old had actually had in her life. She had supposedly slept with several guys, but he knew that high school boys were notoriously unconcerned with their dates orgasms. He intended to let her come before he did, and she did so after a matter of minutes. Charlene's experienced tongue had done its job. It probably would have happened sooner, had Jess been more willing.

Andrew pulled his cock out of Charlene. "Did you like that, Jess?" "No!" she cried.

Chuckling, Andrew said, "I'll bet you'll like a big fat cock in your pussy better, won't you! Get yourself down here! Quickly!" Jess hesitated only a moment, and then climbed off the table seeing her glistering pussy. Andrew grabbed her and put her between himself and Charlene. He held her by the back of the neck and shoved her face into Charlene's crotch. She wailed in misery when Andrew said, "Now, you are gonna do your sister the same favor she just did you! Start licking, slut! Same deal as last time. If I come before she does, the two of you are gonna find out what else I have in that bag! Now lick!" He held Jess's head in place until he was satisfied she was licking, and then he stepped behind her. The blonde's knees nearly buckled when the rapist sank his ten-inch tool into her, allthough he only stuck 7 inches in just like he did with Charlene. A low groan escaped her throat, unbidden. She was still a bit worked up from her tongue-induced orgasm. Andrew raped her very roughly, peppering her pale butt cheeks with hard slaps. Each spank left a clear, red imprint on her. He planned to come first this time. There was little doubt that he wouldn't, Jess had never eaten pussy before and he didn't expect she would be able to produce an orgasm in Charlene. She didn't. A few minutes of fucking Jess triggered Andrew's own orgasm. Feeling its approach, he pulled out of her cunt and forced her by her hair to kneel. Keeping one hand twisted painfully into her blonde hair, he shoved his cock back into her mouth. Just before he exploded he pulled out and stroked himself with one hand as he blasted the unwilling teenager's face with his hot spunk. Before he finished coming, he stuck his cock back into Jess's mouth and ordered her to finish sucking his cum down, cum started overflowing out of her mouth.

Jess's face was still covered with semen when she was forced to stand again. Andrew put his softening cock back into his pants and then said,"Now, as promised, because I came first, we're gonna have some fun! Well, I'm gonna have fun anyway. It probably won't be fun for you!" Andrew reached back into his bag and pulled out another short rope. "Both of you - get to opposite sides of the table!" When the sisters didn't immediately obey, Andrew reminded them, "He would have to take the next step with Stephanie!" Charlene and Jess quickly went to opposite sides of the table. "Good. Now both of you bend over and touch your arms together!" The sisters bent as instructed, their bound wrists stretched out in front of them. Their arms overlapped each other, and Andrew used his rope to tie their arms together. Now they were effectively restraining each other. Neither girl would be able to change position. Going to his bag again, Andrew retrieved a short flogger. He held it so young Stephanie could see it first. Her expression didn't change much, but her eyes got wider. Then he let the older sisters see it. He could see the fear in their eyes. Then he walked behind Charlene. With no further delay, Andrew went to work. He raised the whip and proceeded to flog Charlene's round ass, hard. She screamed in pain as the flogger cut across her ass over and over and over. When she had taken twenty lashes the whipping stopped. Charlene's butt was criss-crossed with red stripes. She was sobbing loudly. The rapist walked around to the other side of the table, and heard Jess begin pleading with him. "Please, no! Please don't! Don't hurt me!"

Andrew grabbed Jess by the hair and yanked her head up. "Shut the hell up, slut! I don't want to hear anything but screams coming out of that mouth!" He let her head drop and then went to work on her ass. He flogged her mercilessly twenty times, just like he'd done to Charlene. Jess's paler skin showed brighter red welts, however, and Andrew was pleased with his handywork. He walked back around to Charlene. Charlene started screaming almost before the lash struck. She thrashed and struggled while Andrew dealt another twenty cruel strokes with the whip. He whipped the backs of her thighs as well as her ass, and more than once the ends of the whip brushed her pussy lips. The pitch of her squeals went up when that happened. When he was done with Charlene, it was back to Jess. Andrew flogged her the same way. She screamed even louder than Charlene when the whip touched her pussy. The next thirty minutes were spent this way. Back and forth, back and forth, Andrew brutally flogged both sisters. The pool table's surface was stained with their tears. Both girls had received hundreds of lashes. Most of the strokes had tormented their asses, but both of them bore red stripes from their shoulders to their ankles. But while the lashes were painful, they were never hard enough to break the skin. Andrew didn't want them damaged. He had long-term plans for them.

The flogger was put back into the bag. The next items out of the bag were two butt plugs and a tube of lubricant. Andrew placed the plugs on the pool table where both Charlene and Jess could see them. "Do you know what these are?" both sisters shook their heads. "Good! This will be entertaining, then!" He picked up one of the plugs and stepped behind Jess. First he spread a thin coating of lubricant onto the plug. Then he reached down with one hand and spread Jess's asscheeks. He heard her yelp in pain at the contact with her tortured buttocks. When he pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole she tensed; sudden realization of what was happening made her cry out. "No! Don't! Not my butt! Noooo!" Andrew just laughed at her panic. As expected, the sixteen-year-old clenched her anus tightly shut. She didn't realize that would only make it more painful when the plug finally penetrated. And Andrew fully intended for the plug to penetrate. With determination, he began to press firmly against the resisting hole. Jess emitted a choked, but long groan of pain. Her legs kicked and she struggled against the ropes that held her helpless. Her resistance was in vain. The narrow tip of the plug eventually forced its way past her defense. After that, inch by inch Jess let out a shreik of pain and it penetrated her ass deeper and deeper. Jess squealed in agony as the rapidly-widening plug slid inside her. Then her sphincter clamped shut around the narrow collar at the base of the plug, effectively sealing it inside her. She cried and squirmed in discomfort.

Now it was Charlene's turn. The second plug was taken up and Andrew moved behind the blonde. She resisted even more fiercely than Jess had, but in the end her ass was plugged as effectively as her younger sister's had been. Now there was one final act to perpetrate upon their bodies. He quickly untied the rope that bound the two girls to each other. He hauled Jess to her feet and forced her to walk to the post he'd driven the nail into. She walked awkwardly, due to the plug in her ass. At the post, Andrew turned her around so her back was to the post. He raised her arms and then hooked her bound wrists over the nail. This left her feet flat on the floor, but the nail was high enough that Jess would be unable to get herself down from it. Likewise, Charlene was tied by another rope to the overhead beam. Out of the bag came two pairs of clamps which were attached to the sister's erect nipples with weights. Andrew grinned at the tears rolling down their faces. Those clamps really hurt they screamed!

"Now, ladies," Andrew said, "I think you should know that I found your resistance to the butt plugs to be very uncooperative!. I'm afraid you've left me with no other choice." He looked to Charlene, and then to Jess, and then back to Charlene. "I will have to see if your little sister Stephanie will be more cooperative!" He watched both bound sisters faces go pale, and saw that they were about to protest. He held up his hand for silence. "I suggest," he said with a grin, "that you remain silent. The louder you protest, the more ‘fun' I'm going to have with Stephanie. Understand?" He got frightened nods of agreement from Charlene and Jess. Now it was time for the part of his plan that he'd been most anticipating: having his way with the thirteen-year-old virgin. He walked to Stephanie and sat beside her. He put an arm around her shoulders, and he felt her nervous tension. Andrew squeezed her to him and whispered in her ear. "Just relax, and it will go easier for you." Stephanie was looking into his eyes as he continued. "It's going to hurt you, but I won't hurt you as bad as I hurt your sisters. I like you better than them." "Let's get started." He quickly untied her wrists.
Pulling the naked young girl across his lap he said, "You will keep your hands in front of you. If you try to protect your ass, it will only get worse for you." As he spoke he was roughly squeezing her butt cheeks with his right hand. He stared at her ass. He'd only seen her body from the front until now, and was delighted to discover the perfection of her ass. Spanking that ass was going to be a lot of fun! The girl was holding herself motionless. That needed to change, so he moved his hand from her butt to the backs of her thighs. He ran his fingertips up and down, between her butt and her knees, then he slipped his hand to the insides of her thighs.

Stephanie started to squirm when the fingers came near her pussy. When he touched her there, she jumped and gasped. "arghhh.." Her legs opened just a bit, and Andrew's fingers pressed hard against her puss. The whole time he was yelling at her, he started to hand spank her. She was really squirming! Andrew concentrated on the spanking now, silent while his hand clapped against Stephanie's firm cheeks. He wondered if she was an athlete, because her muscles felt like they were well-toned. Occasionally, he stopped spanking long enough to rub her pussy, and found her to be very wet! Stephanie reacted with "No! It hurts! It hurts bad! Please stop spanking me! I'll be good!" She was crying for real, which made her pleading sound pitiful enough to get a reaction from her older sisters. "You bastard!" Charlene yelled at Andrew. "Leave her alone! She's just a kid, you son-of-a-bitch! I'll kill you!" Tears were pouring down Charlene's face. "I'll kill you!" She was straining, unsuccessfully, against her bonds. "Bastard..." Charlene broke down in sobs. Jess, on the other hand, had her eyes tightly closed, and was mumbling under her breath. It looked like she was hoping this was all a dream and that everything would be all right when she woke up.

Andrew kept spanking little Stephanie for a good fifteen minutes. He covered her entire ass with his hard hand, from top to bottom, and including the tops of her thighs. When her whole ass glowed bright pink, he started spanking even harder. Stephanie's legs kicked with each SMACK, and she finally reached back to protect her burning butt. Andrew's hand came down on the palm of her hand. He could feel her shaking with sobs. "Didn't I tell you not to reach back? Now you're going to get it even worse!" Andrew lifted the girl off his lap and deposited her roughly on her butt beside him. She squealed at the contact with her butt. "Stay there!" Andrew ordered her. She obeyed, staring at him with eyes brimming with tears. "I'm going to have to tie your wrists again." He carefully did so, then stood up. Andrew went to his bag once more, this time taking out a big wooden paddle. He turned so that Stephanie could see it. The way her eyes widened at the sight. The paddle he held was made of solid oak. It was a half-inch thick, with numerous holes drilled in it. It was six inches wide and eight inches long, not counting the handle. In other words, this was going to hurt. A lot. He could see Stephanie starting to shake.

"You don't like the looks of this, do you?" Andrew grinned at the young girl as he brandished the paddle. "No! Please, don't spank me with that! Please don't!" Her voice was higher than it had been before. Andrew just laughed. "I'm afraid I must. You don't have any choice in the matter. Stand up!"

Trembling with real fear now, Stephanie obediently stood. Was he really going to hit her with that paddle? Momma never spanked with anything that big! Filled with apprehension, she let herself be led from the love seat to the sofa. The man made her bend over the arm of the sofa. Now her face and hands were buried in the seat cushions and her butt was pointed straight in the air. The youngest sister was now positioned so that her older siblings could see everything. Andrew paused to admire the view of her perfectly-shaped, glowing-brunette ass. Then he laid the paddle across that ass so that the girl could feel its weight. With that, Andrew stood and raised the paddle. He took careful aim and then brought it crashing down on Stephanie's tender, upturned butt. WHAM! "AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" Stephanie's head shot up and her ear-splitting scream filled the room. Motherfucker that hurt! Stephanie could barely think, the pain was so intense!

BLAM! WHACK! CRASH! SMACK!

Andrew paddled extremely hard, and Stephanie shrieked and thrashed and kicked. Jess's eyes were wide open now. Both Jess and Charlene were stunned by the ferocity of the rapist as he beat their little sister! But it was over as quickly as it had begun. The paddling only consisted of twenty blows, though those blows were incredibly hard. Stephanie just laid there, sobbing hysterically. She was given almost no chance to recover. Andrew grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feet. He roughly led her over to where Jess was bound, and then forced her to kneel. The petite blonde was shocked when Andrew shoved her face into Jess's crotch and ordered her to lick it. She didn't dare disobey, after the beating she'd just taken. Desperately she stuck her tongue into her sister's pussy and licked, hoping that she was doing it right. Andrew wasn't concerned with whether she was doing it right, of course. At this point he was more concerned with totally dominating the thirteen-year-old and gettin immediate obedience from her. He made her lick Jess for only a minute, and then hauled her over to Charlene and made her do the same there. Finally, he picked Stephanie up and deposited her on her back in the center of the pool table. He grinned at the look of pain on her face when her battered butt hit the hard surface. While she laid there weeping, Andrew got undressed. His erection stood out proudly, eager to at last deflower the virgin blonde.

Climbing onto the table, Andrew straddled the young teenager. He laid his cock between her small breasts and began rubbing it back and forth. She stared back up at him, still crying. "Open your mouth." When she didn't obey quickly enough, he grabbed her left nipple. Pinching it and then twisting it hard enough to make her squeal, he yelled the instruction again. "Open your damn mouth!" The frightened girl obeyed, and was rewarded by getting her mouth stuffed with hard cock. She gagged when the head bumped against the back of her throat. Stephanie had to fight her gag reflex down, fearing it would only make Andrew angrier if she threw up. She let him fuck her face, even sucking on the big rod like she'd seen her sisters do earlier. Maybe he'd be nice to her again if she did that. Andrew pushed his cock in and out of the girl's mouth for several minutes. He could tell her jaw was aching by the time he finally pulled out. It was time. He moved back and pushed Stephanie's legs apart. Cock in hand, he stared down at the sight before him. His pulse quickened and his breaths came shorter. He hadn't originally intended to spank her as severely as he did, but she had seemed entirely too willing. Now... now she was ready and un-willing. Perfect. He reached down and untied her wrists.

Leaning over her, Andrew positioned the head of his cock at the outside of Stephanie's opening. "You're mine now, girl!" She just stared back at him terrified. He entered her slowly, or tried too, she was so tight it took alot of effort to just get his head in, once he finally got going, he felt the natural barrier inside her. Then Stephanie's eyes came wide open and she squealed as, with a quick thrust, Andrew's cock broke her hymen. He started picking up the pace, the deeper he went the louder she screamed, after about 5 minutes of non stop fucking the ten-inch cock was buried to the hilt in the thirteen-year old's pussy, more then he used on the other girls, he wanted to make sure she was stretched open nice and wide. He began to stroke in and out, taking it easy on her at first. Her back was arched and she was breathing hard. Andrew's big cock was a tight fit in her unused pussy. A soft groan escaped from her lips. It felt good and was uncomfortable at the same time. It was a completely new sensation, this feeling of something big moving inside of her! And each slow stroke sent tingles up and down her spine. As the conflicting emotions fought for Stephanie's attention, Andrew gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. In response, Stephanie began to move with him. Her legs opened wider of their own volition. She closed her eyes to hide the humiliation she was having down there. How could anything hurt so much and feel so good at the same time? Hardly realizing what she was doing, she wrapped her legs around Andrew's hips and pulled him into her, deeper and deeper. After a few more harder thrusts, Stephanie lost conciosnios but at the same time her eyes rolled back in her head and she came.

It was amazingly powerful for a first orgasm! Her whole body convulsed, and she let out a cry that started as a low growl in the back of her throat and burst forth as a high-pitched squeal of humiliation. She was completely oblivious to everything around her. The only thing her body was aware of was the cock in her pussy. That cock continued to pound in and out of her. Andrew was amazed at Stephanie's reaction - he had never before caused an orgasm in a virgin who was passed out! He fucked her even harder, Stephanie regained conscionius. Almost instantly, she was knocked into her second orgasm. "Oooooooohhh! Aaaaaa! Oh-oh-oh-oh!" Stephanie couldn't believe how good she felt right now. He little-girlish voice was filling the basement with sounds of pleasure. "Oh! Yes! Yes! Mmmmmmmmmm..." She didn't want anything more right now than for that great big cock to go deeper and deeper inside her. Her second orgasm was way more intense than her first.

Andrew was ready to pop. Stephanie was just too stimulating! He continued thrusting harder and harder until he finally unloaded deep inside of her, spraying over and over, flooding her pussy. After he extracted his cock, cum oozed and oozed out of her pussy, for nearly a minute straight, she lied there exhausted at what just happened. Eventually Andrew had to get up and get dressed. Once dressed, he untied Jess. After taking the clamps off her nipples and weights and the plug from her ass he led her upstairs to her own bedroom, where he tied her to the bed. "Get some sleep," he instructed. He then did the same with Charlene, adding, "We're taking a trip tomorrow."

"A trip? But..." Charlene started.

"Yes, a trip. It's summer and your sisters aren't in school, and you have the next two weeks off. And I know the three of you were already leaving for a family vacation tomorrow. Nobody will suspect a thing when you drive away in the morning and don't come back for a few days." "How did you know?" Charlene looked confused. "You don't think this evening was a spur-of-the-moment thing for me, do you?" Andrew replied. "I've been planning this for more than a year! I learned everything I needed to know. Now, get some sleep. You'll need your rest for tomorrow." He left Charlene in her darkened room. He went and got Stephanie and led her to her room, as he laid Stephanie down to sleep, he stuck his soft cock into Stephanie's mouth. "Now sleep." He closed his eyes and relaxed, listening to Stephanie's breathing. It was sometime later that she finally fell asleep, and he soon followed. He had good dreams.

 To be continued...

since her buttons were open and her shirts were sagging, I saw her tits packed up in her bra. If I were to guess, her tits are B-cups on the verge of C-cups. She had great, perfect, soft looking tits, and great cleavage. She finally got hold of the ruler and sat back down. I thought; why not get a back show. When she was looking away, I put the ruler back where it originally was and this time I sat behind her. Really frustrated, she leaned over again and her skirt slipped down a little from the back. Enough to let me see that she wasn’t wearing a thong. She wasn’t wearing women’s boxers. She wasn’t wearing panties. She wasn’t wearing anything under that short skirt. I got a peek at the top of her ass. Both checks were sticking out. They looked so soft, squishy, just like her tits. She sat down again. The bell rang. School was over. Going home that day, I realized that I could easily get with her. But she’d never let me fuck her until we fell in love and all that shit. I needed to fuck those juicy tits and that spankable ass of her as soon as I could. Whenever I thought about the two peeps I got of her, my 8 incher got hard. I thought, screw it, if she wouldn’t let me fuck her, I’d do it anyways. I went home that day and made a plan. I called her friend up and casually discussed with her that we should throw Dania a birthday party. The stupidass gave me her address. The next day during math class I was chatting with Dania in the back of the room. She told me on Saturday night, her parents would be out and no one would be home. Good thing she told everyone else that too. She also mentioned how scared she was that the back door of her house had no lock. We told her not to worry. I saw an opportunity. It was Friday. After school I went straight home. I found a pair of gloves that were a little big, but they were good enough seeing that I had to do what I was going to do the next day. I took some masking tape, a piece of cloth, and a lot of rope, 2 inches thick. I went to my bathroom, and got my bottle of Vaseline. In the kitchen fridge, I found what I remembered seeing a night ago. Two 7 inch long cucumbers. On the kitchen counter, I saw a fruit knife, and took it. I knew she was a virgin but you never know if she got AIDS through a needle and I didn’t wanna get her pregnant. I went to the local department store, and got a pack of 5 condoms. I put all of the stuff in a small bag. The next morning at about 11 am, I woke up. By 5 pm I was done with my homework. I got the address that I had written down and put it in my pocket. I told my parents that I was done with homework and I was going to sleepover at a friend’s house. They agreed. I changed into black pants, and a black long sleeves shirt. I took a taxi and asked the cab driver to park at the corner of the street on which Dania’s house was. I took my bag and walked down 8 houses until I reached her place. I put on my gloves. It was dark and outside her house only the 2 lights of the gate were lit. There was only one room which was lit, and that was Dania’s room. I could see her shadow in the window. As I went in the house through the back door, I realized she had really loud music on that was louder than the sound of my footsteps on the wooden floor even in the hallway. I crept up the stairs and peeked inside her room. The door was open just enough to see inside with one eye. She headed towards her closet and with no time to loose, I crept into the room and shut the door gently. I put down my bag besides the bed, and took out the fruit knife that I had also put in my left pocket. I tip toed my way to her, and in seconds I was standing behind her. She was leaning over and I could see that she was wearing a red thong under her jeans. Above her waist she was wearing a spaghetti top and I could see the straps of her sky blue bra. Before she could turn around, I wrapped my left hand around her mouth and put the knife to her neck, pulled her back up from her bending position and said in a very deep voice “I swear, if you scream or make any, and I mean any moves I WILL cut your throat. If you cooperate, you won’t get hurt.” Throughout my night with her, I spoke in the same deep voice. She didn’t make any moves and I slowly took her towards the bed, making sure she wouldn’t see me. I told her, “I’m going to let go of your mouth now, but don’t you dare turn around or say a word or you WILL die.” I took my hand off and pushed her down on the bed, face down. I leaned over the bed and took out the piece of cloth from my bag. I used the cloth as a blindfold and tied it tightly over her eyes. I turned her around face up. I took out the masking tape, and put several layers over her mouth. “Remember, any moves, and you die.” I went over to the stereo and turned off the music. I went back up to her and could see her pulse had gotten faster. I placed her in the middle of the bed, face up, and got out the pieces of rope from my bag. I tied her wrists to the two of the bedposts and then tied her feet to the opposite bedposts, leaving her thighs open. I went over to the door and locked it. “No noises, or else.” I went to the bed and got on top of her. I started to kiss her soft neck and gently bite her delicate ears. I worked down and kept kissing her neck. I started taking the straps of her spaghetti top off and kissing her shoulder. I took the knife and tore through the rest of her top. I took the top and threw it on the ground. And there they were. The softest, juiciest, most perfect tits I had ever seen packed tightly in her sky blue bra. Below her tits was such a smooth sexy stomach, belly button pierced. She had a nice, Coca Cola bottle body figure. I started kissing and sucking all over her stomach. I sucked on her piercing and belly button and worked my way up. I worked up to her tits. I kissed and sucked and bit on the parts of her tits that were bare and the parts covered by the bra. I reached behind her back, and cut the bra with the knife, and took off the bra with my hands from the front. OH MY DEAR GOD!!! I could have fainted at the site of her tits! They were bloody perfect. I fondled with them in my hands, and squeezed them. I sucked and bit her nipples and areola over and over. I even tried putting an entire tit in my mouth. It was like heaven. I had to save those for later. It was time to move down. I kissed her stomach again and worked down to her jeans. I undid her button and unzipped her zipper and saw a bit of her red thong. There was no way of taking the jeans off because her legs were tied. I ripped the front of her jeans with the knife and tore off the leg sleeves. I threw the pieces of her jeans on the ground. I pushed my face against her thong started licking her vaginal area over the thong. I ripped the thong off with the knife and saw a really tight and soft pussy. It looked like it had never been touched before. I pushed my face towards her pussy. I started licking it and kissing it. Damn did it taste good! I pulled aside the lips of her pussy and started kissing and licking. I inserted two fingers into her pussy. It took me a while because the pussy was really tight. I heard her squirm when I shoved the fingers in and out and sucked on her clit at the same time. I increased the speed with which I was fingering her and sucking on her pussy. I started sucking harder and harder on her delicate clit. I inserted in another finger and a while later, my entire fist, in and out, in and out. She screamed under the masking tape but no one outside the room could have heard it. She ejaculated all over my hand and faced. I licked my face and my hand clean of her fluids and sucked her pussy dry. Her breathing had gotten really fast. She had never had an orgasm that hard in her life and there were more to come. I took off my shirt and my pants. My 8 incher was rock hard and sticking out of my boxers. I took off my boxers and reached for my bag and took out a condom. I put the condom on but it only covered ¾ of my cock. Good enough. I got on top of her again, and whispered into her ears, “This won’t hurt a bit, even if it does, shut the fuck up or you know what.” There were mascara tears running down her cheeks from under the blindfold. I had to slowly insert my cock into her pussy because it was so damn tight! Slowly, I forced my 8 inch long, 3 inches thick (diameter) cock into her juicy, wet, tight pussy. I pushed it in all the way, as far as it could go. Slowly, I took my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Since it was so tight, I thought I’d loosen it up a little, a started to fuck her hella faster than before. Her ribs pushed up as I banged her as fast as I could. Fluids were slipping out of her pussy. My cock was smacking against the furthest inner walls of her vagina. The lips of her pussy were wet and spread wide apart. She was feeling some pain as her pussy was so tight, and never had anything so thick and big inside, going in and out so fast. “MMHMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! MMMMMM!!!!!! AMMMMMMM AAAMMMMM AAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!MHMMMM!!!” she screamed from under the masking tape, but again, no one outside the room could have heard it. I started to fuck her faster and harder and lied down on her rocking the bed. “UNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” She was trying to move, but I didn’t care because she couldn’t. I was so surprised when she cummed before me, screaming, and seconds I later I ejaculated inside her. Her pussy was throwing out female cum all over my cock. I slowly stopped. Her heart beat was fast once again. I took my cock out of her and saw that her pussy was still wide open. It slowly took back its shape. I threw away the condom and got another one. On second, thought, I decided I didn’t need a condom anymore. I put my hand on her vagina and said to her, “Don’t worry, I think its wide enough now.” I could sense some relief on her face. She didn’t know what was coming. Her perfect tits once again caught my attention, so I’d thought I’d get my dick to give them some attention. I sat over her upper torso in a kneeling position with my legs on the bed at her sides. I put my clock in her cleavage and pushed her tits against my cock and slowly began to push and pull. OH LORD!!! It felt better than fucking pussy. Her soft tits felt great! I fucked them faster and harder. She didn’t seem to squeal as much as she did before. Her face showed signs of pleasure. I pressed her tits harder against my cock that was now fucking her cleavage faster and harder. The friction caused a burning sensation on her skin. “MMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! AAAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!!” Soon enough I came all over her tits and her neck as well as her shoulders. Her tits looked great covered with cum. I cleaned her up with a towel nearby and put it in my bag so that she couldn’t use the sperm for a DNA test. She seemed tired as hell, but I was no where near done. I reached into my bag and got out the Vaseline and a cucumber. She felt uneasy as she knew whatever was next would be worse. I took the knife in my hand and put it to her neck. “Do as I say and everything will be painless.” She knew she had no choice. I untied her wrists and took off the rope. I untied her feet but kept the rope on. I turned her over, face down, and tied her feet together, closing up her thighs. Damn, her ass was so fine, and the cheeks were so juicy and soft. They were big enough to need two hands to grab one cheek completely. I couldn’t resist. I spanked her ass, 3 or 4 times until it got red. I sucked, licked, kissed and bit her ass cheeks. I kissed her smooth back all the way up to the back of her neck, feeling her firm tits. Yet, my attention remained on her ass. I had to fuck it. I told her to sit in the doggy style position and once she did, I tied her wrists to the posts again making sure she maintained that position. I took a bit of Vaseline and rubbed it on the opening of her anus and then applied more and slowly pushed my finger in. “UNNNFFFFFFF!!!!!!” Her ass was 10 times tighter than her pussy. It felt great. Once the opening was covered I got the 7 inch cucumber and rubbed loads and loads of Vaseline all over it. I took the cucumber and pushed one end against the opening of her anus and slowly pushed it in. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I shoved almost the entire thing up her ass. Then I pulled it out and pushed it back in with gentle force. “UNNNHH!!! AAANNNNHH!!!” she cried over and over. I pulled the entire cucumber out and noticed it was now dry of all the Vaseline. I positioned myself behind her, and place my hands on her tits. My knees were on the bed. The tip of my hard cock touched the opening of her anus. I shoved my cock all the way up her ass. The inside of her ass was so warm and smooth. The spiral texture inside her ass added to the pleasure. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” she screamed from under the tape. I pulled my cock out all the way and she screamed louder. I shoved it back in and began to fuck her with intensity and as fast as I could. At the same time I was squeezing the hell out of her tits. I spanked her ass a couple of times and her cheeks jiggled. “AAAAAAAAHHHH!!! ANNNNNNNHHH!!!” Her body was shaking, she couldn’t take it anymore, and I didn’t care. I fucked her ass harder and harder, pulling my cock all the way out, and shoving it all the way in as fast as humanly possible. Soon enough, I cummed inside her ass and she squirmed when she felt the warm jizz hit deep inside her ass. I pulled my cock out. An hour had passed since I had arrived. She was about to faint. I smacked her ass until all of the sperm came out of her ass. Her ass was really red, just like her pubic are had become. I had one more hole to go. I untied her wrists from the bed post and slid her down onto the ground, her feet still tied together. I tied her wrists together behind her back and made her sit in a kneeling position with only her knees touching the floor. I got up and went to her dressing table, where I found red lipstick. I came back to her and put the knife to her neck and said, “The pain is over, but there’s something else to do, I’m gonna take the tape off, but if you scream, you’re dead.” I took off the tape. Her lips looked yummy, so I pushed her to the ground and forcefully made out with her, slobbering all over her mouth. 10 minutes later, I put her back in the kneeling position and wiped her mouth. I put the red lipstick on her lips. Damn, did she look hot. I sat on the bed and opened my legs towards her face. “Now, I’m gonna teach you how to suck cock.” I grabbed her hair from the back of her head and slowly pushed her lips to the tip of my penis. I pushed her head forward, and her mouth took in my cock. The bright red lips looked great over my cock. I pushed her head forward and back. Faster and faster and told her to pretend she was sucking a lollipop. She sucked, slurped, and licked as I pushed my dick in and out of her mouth. I pushed and pulled her head faster and faster. I was about to cum, so I pushed her head forward, making her take in my entire 8 inch long cock, with the tip of my cock deep inside her throat. I ejaculated inside her throat. She was trying to cough and pull her head back but I didn’t let her. When I was done, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she coughed but the cum was now inside her stomach. I put more tape on her mouth. I carried her towards the curtains of her window. I tied her wrists to the ends of the curtain pole and tied her feet together and then tied that knot with the bottom of the window. Basically, it looked as if she had been crucified. I had remembered that I had brought two cucumbers, both 7 inches long. Without Vaseline, I reached behind her, and shoved one all the way up her ass. It was in so far that it wouldn’t fall out. “AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNN!!” I shoved the other up her pussy, all the way, and it didn’t fall out either. “AAAHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNN!! MNNNNNN!!!” To make sure they wouldn’t fall out, I went to her drawer, and pulled out a black thong. I untied her feet for a second. I put the thong on her and pulled it up really tight. “AAAAAAAAAHNNNNNN!!” I tied her feet back in the crucified position. I thought it was unfair that one hole was left empty. Since she had eaten dinner already, she didn’t need her mouth for the night, or at least until her parents got back. I went downstairs to the kitchen and found exactly what I needed. A cucumber, 5-6 inches long. I went back up and took the tape off her mouth, giving her another warning. Her lips still had red lipstick on. I told her to look up and open wide and with some hesitation, she did. I shoved the cucumber down her throat. The end that I was pushing in with was now sticking out of her mouth about a quarter of an inch. I told her to breathe through her nose. She couldn’t spit out the cucumber; it was way too far down her throat. I took the tape, and pushed her tits together, and then pushed them inwards. She couldn’t make any noise. I taped them in that position, with the tape going all round to her back. 4 or 5 layers of tape. I put on my clothes and got my things and took one final look at her. Knowing her parents would be home soon, I left, turning the lights off. The next morning, I remembered the next week was a off from school, and I found out her parents had been gone for the week. I thought maybe I’d have to pay her a few more visits and maybe take her to different parts of the house, maybe even for a swim. But those are stories for another time.

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