Approximately 5 months have passed since we returned from our vacation in Hawaii.

I was getting regular reports from the private clinic/hospital on Martha's progress.

I am confident that she is receiving the best of care.

The tattoos were removed, as were the scars from the burns and whippings, or at least they were minimized to be barely noticeable.  

While they were married, that sick bastard Frank Abzug broke Martha's nose.    

Her nose has been reshaped by the best plastic surgeons.   

Her deviated septum was also corrected and Martha no longer has to breathe through her mouth.

Arthur tells me that he is amazed at the results 

The scum even pulled some of her teeth out... we assume that he did because Martha always had perfect teeth. 

We also suspect this because the teeth around the extracted ones were chipped and damaged. 

Martha's teeth were cleaned, repaired and/or reconstructed to make the most vain Hollywood Diva jealous with envy.

Lastly, Martha was given laser surgery to correct her naturally deteriorating eyesight; her eyesight is now 20/30. 

Martha's emotional scars are another matter entirely and she is presently receiving counseling.

Arthur hinted about another treatment that it is experimental and cutting edge having to do with biorhythms and subliminal suggestions and such.   

This was quite successful with former Grand Mistress Maud, and necessary because of her intimate knowledge of the Sanctorum and its finances.

Arthur has also made all of the legal arrangements pertaining to Martha, and with everything Arthur does, they were rock solid and insoluble. 

I have Power of Attorney over her affairs and she is now my legal ward.

Martha will be released in my care in approximately three months.

Although she is not my slave, Martha has no real say in anything.

I really haven't sorted out my feeling about her yet.... except that I never wanted anything bad to happen to her despite our very acrimonious divorce. 

There is a lingering feeling left from her betrayal ... I must learn put this aside. 

At one Saturday meeting, I explained to my girls that in my book Martha would be starting with a clean page.

"Martha's abuse at the hands of that monster, Abzug was punishment enough, ladies.

Martha will be staying here on temporary basics until we decide if she is suited to our lifestyle."

"What do you mean by we, Michael?"

Mandy asked.

"We are a family my dear ladies...................................." I said standing up and smiling at her.

I then walked over to each of my girls, kissing them lightly on the mouth and gently touching their faces, feeling very content and happy.

I was thinking; "Yes, life is definitely good."

"As I have said many time before, we are a non-conventional family, but a family, nevertheless.  

I want input from each of you because you will be living with and working with her.

She may not be compatible for our household or our lifestyle, in which case I will find other living quarters for Martha.

Perhaps I will build a small log cabin in the woods behind our house or set her up in an apartment in town.  

If I decide on the log cabin, it will be a modern one with electricity and other amenities not the primitive kind."

All of my girls consider and refer to my house, (my name is on the title) as our house or their home. 

They take great pride in seeing that our home is neat, clean and absolutely spotless, especially Sarah and Minerva, they being my house slaves.

Our kitchen and our bathrooms are a standard of clean to which many hospitals can only hope to emulate.

Therefore, I allow Sarah and Minerva great latitude in how the house is decorated.

For example: the color schemes/decor for paint and fabrics, for choosing the oriental rugs, bedding, drapes, bath towels and sheets, or curtains etc., things of that nature.

Our home is bright and airy, full of plants, and always.... always, fresh cut flowers in every room which pleases them greatly.

It is also free of clutter, especially the unnecessary knickknacks and common commercial collectables gathering dust that my ex-wife

was so fond displaying, and hardly ever dusted, that I always loathed and barley tolerated.

My library is off limits for their decor venue, (except that I let Minerva choose the oriental carpets) nonetheless they keep it vacuumed, dusted, plus all the paneling and woodwork is meticulously waxed and polished. 

"A real log cabin!"

Sarah exclaimed.

"That will be so intimate and so cozy.

We could use it as a guesthouse if things do work out with Martha.

The cabin will be our get away to be alone with you, one at a time of course. 

Yes, that would be so intimate and cozy."

Sarah repeated, crossing her arms and hugging herself.

"You should consider a hot tub, Michael.

A hot tub with pulsing water jets would be very therapeutic, especially one deep enough to come up to our necks."

Katherine offered. 

"You will put in a fireplace, won't you, Michael?"

Sarah asked, delighted with the prospect of a log cabin.

"Yes, a fireplace, what a wonderful idea, Sarah, and Katherine's hot tub idea is great too!"

Mandy exclaimed.

"A field stone fireplace and a granite hot tub.

Anything else, ladies?"

I asked.

I noticed that Minerva was unusually quiet and thoughtful.

I would speak to her when we were alone, as her experience as a Mistress could prove to be valuable.

"I will consider all of your suggestions, ladies, and we will speak of it further.

In the mean time, I suggest that we get dressed so that we may all go out and have brunch together.

Then we will be going for a drive in the country to get apples and fresh apple cider.... we will make it a day and enjoy the fall colors."

They dressed casually, each wearing form hugging blue jeans and white Nike walking shoes with pink accents and pink laces.

They all were wearing pale green voile cotton peasant blouses with satiny dark green embroidery on the front, on the sleeves and around the neck. 

The blouse's smocked neckline had a dark green tasseled tie at the center front with matching trailing tassel ties on the three-quarter sleeves; the hem was unadorned.

If later in the day the weather turned cooler, they each had a pink front zip hooded sweatshirt.  

I allowed them matching black beaded purses with a narrow shoulder strap.

The purses were just large enough for their makeup, basic Identification and spending money.

The only makeup they were allowed today was eyeliner, mascara and lip-gloss... and of course their signature scents.

As I often do, I chose their hairstyles for the day, starting with Sarah.

Sarah's well cared for hair is thick and soft, like a dark brown waterfall, cascading over her shoulders and now flowing to the middle of her back and well on its way to being waist length again.

Her beautiful hair is blunt cut without layers, and she still has the same eye framing bangs.

Today her hair will be parted in the middle and fixed in twin French braids with the ends tied with pink ribbons.

If I decide on a late supper in a restaurant this evening, she will put her hair up in a bun.

And then there is my delectable peach, Mandy, so small and petite, barely 100 lbs. soaking wet.

Her rich, honey-blond hair is now almost 4 inches past her shoulders and blunt cut, as is all my girl's hair.

Mandy's will be side parted and fixed in thick and soft twin ponytails, just above and behind her ears and tied with the same pink ribbons.

My voluptuous Katherine, whom I still can't best at chess and still delight playing chess with and losing.

For her I have chosen a simple three-strand braid for her light brown hair.

Her light brown hair now is just short of touching her shoulder blades.

And of course her hair will be tied with pink ribbons.

She too, along with Mandy and Sarah, will be mandated to fix their hair in a bun for a possible late supper. 

Minerva will not be wearing her red auburn hair in a braid or a bun for it is not quite long enough for a proper one as yet.

It has grown out nicely from that ultra-short layered pixie cut that I had once imposed on her.

Her hair is just past the nape of her neck, being a perfect long bob that is blunt cut without bangs.

Mandy fixed Minerva's hair in luscious ringlet curls, and then pulled the curls in front away from Minerva's face.

She gathered the front sections into two small curly ponytails and then tied the ponytails with pink ribbons leaving the bulk of the luscious curls loose for my fingers to fondle.  

My girls made their entrances while I was outside hitching our utility trailer to the 3/4-ton Dodge Conversion Van that Mandy normally drives.

Minerva was first, walking up behind me and putting her hands over my eyes. 

I was crouched down securing the safety chains to the hitch and I was pretending not to see her.

"Guess who, Michael?"

She teased.

"Katherine, I know it is you, you can't fool me."

I answered, standing up and not turning around.

"Wrong answer!"

Minerva exclaimed, mussing my hair, playfully.

I grabbed her wrist and quickly turned to face her.

I then pulled her close, shifting my hands to the back of her trim waist.

"I'm sorry Shirley Temple, I mistook you for someone else."

"Shirley Temple was a blond, Michael."

Minerva said, turning her head so that I couldn't kiss her mouth, and then putting her hands on my chest and pretending to push me away.

"That can be arranged.

I will talk to Mandy about it, although I am thinking platinum blond, and your hair will be cut shorter. 

You will be given regular permanents to maintain that look."

I kissed her mouth, enjoying her generous lips.

"You wouldn't dare....  I take it back, and stop tickling me."

She said, laughing and squirming, this time really trying to get away.

"I give up, Master, I give up, you are just liable to do it!"

I stopped tickling and kissed her mouth, moving one hand to her head and running my fingers through her red curls.

"You look beautiful my love, my marvelous curly redhead. 

Is there something that you want to talk to me about?"

"I want to talk to you about Martha as soon as we are alone together."

"I thought as much, you were quiet this morning and I want to talk to you as well.

Switch with Sarah and sleep with me tonight and we will talk and cuddle.

She can have your turn tomorrow night."

I kissed her again and then helped her into the van waiting for my other ladies.

Next was my pretty girl, Sarah, whom simply put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

I put my arms around her waist and returned her kisses, enjoying her sweet lips and vanilla scent.

"Do you like my hair, Michael?"

"I love your hair and everything about you, my little lady.

I would ask you a favor; I want you to switch with Minerva.

I promise you and we will do something special for your thoughtfulness."

"What are we going to do, Michael?"

She asked, kissing me again just as passionately.

"I not sure yet, but I'll think of something, and it may be when you least expect it."

I answered, tugging her long braids and then helping her into the van.

Katherine and Mandy came out together, as they often do, and looking as lovely as always.

They tend to pair off naturally, much like Sarah and Minerva do now.

Mandy was carrying an insulated cooler full of frozen bottled water.

Katherine was carrying a medium sized square duffle containing an extensive field first-aid medical kit.

She is currently a Physician's Assistant, and an excellent one at that.

I'm considering sending her to medical school to become a full pledged doctor.

Although a slave, Katherine has a brilliant, analytical mind and has a gift for medicine.

I am more then willing to open and fund a clinic for her.

Katherine's bedside manner and compassion for Martha was very impressive.

She even treated that offal scum, Frank Abzug, efficiently and professionally, although in his case, coldly and dispassionately.

I received my hugs and kisses from Mandy and Katherine, after complimenting them on how nice that they looked.

Then I helped them into the van and we were soon on our way. 

We had a pleasant brunch planning the log cabin and then a wonderful afternoon picking apples and kissing under the trees. 

We went to 3 different farm orchards and picked 9 bushels total: Empires, Honeycrisps, Braeburns, Cortlands and McIntosh, plus Idareds, Crispins, Jonagolds and Fuji apples.

We stopped at a large outdoor farmers market for fresh garlic, bushels of eggplant, tomatoes, hot & sweet peppers and/or any other fresh produce that struck our fancy. 

Sarah and Minerva would be freezing and canning starting Monday. 

At one point in the afternoon, Sarah and I were alone walking side-by-side, browsing, after just purchasing dried lavender to put in our linen closets and dresser drawers.  

I had my arms around her waist and Sarah was eating an Italian Ice.

The other girls were back at the van getting ready for dinner at the Black North Inn.

The Inn is located at the end of Route 98 North at the mouth of the Oak Orchard River where the river empties into Lake Ontario.

While we were browsing, we came across the booth of the young married couple that owned and operated the floral shop where I purchase my flowers.

Toby & Mary McAllister are good, solid people who have worked hard to make their business a success and I admire them for that. 

They both put in long hours and Toby does this large Farmer's Market in the late summer and early fall while Mary stays in the shop.

Toby's ride was parked behind his booth, a full dressed, black, 1999 Honda GL 1500 SE Gold Wing Touring Bike.

This gave me an idea.

Even though I have not ridden in years, I still have my motorcycle license.

I walked up and shook Toby's hand in greeting and Sarah politely greeted him as well.

She then stood next to me holding my arm and patiently waited while I talked with him.

"Toby, how would you like to make one thousand dollars this weekend for just sitting home on Sunday?"

I asked, laying ten one hundred dollar bills on the table between us.

"That would be wonderful, what do you have in mind?"

He answered, but not picking up the bills, his interest obvious from the momentary surprised look on his face, but caution prevailed

and he waited to hear my proposal before he accepted the money. 

"I want to rent your scoot for the rest of the weekend.

I will pay to have it fully serviced and detailed at the Honda dealer when I am done.

I doubt that I will put more then 150 miles on it, but if I do I will pay you ten dollars a mile for very mile over 150."

We consummated our agreement with a handshake.

Sarah tried on his wife's leather jacket that was stored in the one of the saddlebags.

I suspected that it would fit since Mary was slightly larger then Sarah and Mary's helmet fit my pretty girl as well.

As for myself, I left the house in blue jeans, a, long sleeved white silk shirt (a gift from my ladies) and a well-worn and comfortable dark brown goatskin A-2 Bomber jacket.

I also had on my scuffed but polished, and very comfortable black steel toe engineer boots. 

I wear them for safety reasons when cutting and splitting wood. 

Mark's helmet fit me perfectly, so that base was covered as well, perfect.   

Sarah was a little nervous when she first got on the bike behind me. 

I drove slowly behind the various vender booths until I got to the van.

Mandy and Katherine had their hair pinned up in pretty buns and were looking forward to going out to dinner.

My girls surrounded Sarah and I wanting to know where I got the ride, all of them talking at once.

I promised Minerva a ride home and Mandy would get her chance tomorrow.

Katherine declined my offer saying that she had no use for motorcycles, which brought on some good-natured teasing.

I was not about to force her. 

I had... shall we say, two other potential biker chicks waiting to ride with me?

I told the girls to bring our purchases home, unhitch the trailer and then meet us for dinner in two hours.

I took Sarah's hair out of her braids, letting her long brown hair spill down to the middle of her back on the borrowed leather jacket.

I tied the two pink ribbons together and put them in my jacket pocket.

In order to get the feel of the bike, I started out at slow to moderate speeds. 

This was a serious machine, with a four stroke, 6-cylinder boxer/1520 ccm. (92.75 cubic inch) displacement and a 5 speed

gearbox.

With a top speed of 118 mph (180.0 km/h), if you will pardon the expression, this bitch could hall ass.

I rode a beat-up moped while in college, until I sold my first patent to IBM.

They wanted to keep my motherboard out of the market for the next ten years or until the competition came up with one similar.

This gave me my seed money to incorporate and start my own business with just one employee... me.

In celebration, I purchased a trashed 1965 Harley panhead and completely restored it to almost showroom condition, except for adding a suicide throttle.

I rode with a very rough crowd in those days, drinking and getting into fights, sometimes just for the sake of fighting.

Not that I was a hardcore biker, but I liked the unfettered freedom that it afforded me, and the women.

In the beginning, many of the fights were because word got out that I was somewhat of an intellectual, and heaven forbid, liked poetry.

There is a price to pay for everything, I won some and lost some, and have the scars to prove it.

I never looked for trouble; however, I never backed down when trouble found me.

I was grudgingly tolerated, and mostly was left alone, but never really accepted, however I was allowed at all open meets.

Actually, I was somewhat of a novelty to them. 

I charmed many of the biker chicks over with poetry or Shakespeare: Romeo & Juliet was a favorite.    

It was said that "Shakespeare" (me) was OK to party with because he minded his own business and kept his mouth shut and was a pretty good crank (mechanic) with a wrench... and he just might bash you with it.

That was my nickname, my handle in those wild days.

I sold my panhead to Snake, during the third year of my marriage, my interests were changing and I did not want Martha or my child exposed to this crude and rough lifestyle. 

This was the year that Martha was carrying my son.

Snake was the closest thing to a friend that I had with the bikers, and he was one scary son of a bitch.

The man could look at you with his cold expressionless eyes, snake eyes, and back most men down with his frigid stare alone.

I took his back in a fast food restaurant parking late one night against 6 drunken jocks, football players looking for trouble.

At that time, I knew of him, but never met him.

As I said, Snake was a loner and one crazy son of a bitch; even the bikers were afraid of him, and for those people, that was saying something.

He was down on the ground and they were stomping the hell out of him, although he did manage to bite a pretty big chuck out of one jocks legs while down there.

I set one of the jock's cars on fire as a distraction and managed to knock one of them out, and rupture another's testicles, giving Snake a chance to get on his feet to fight.

In all the confusion, I grabbed Snake and got him the hell out of there before the police and firemen arrived.

The fight was mostly out of the jocks by now; all we got was mouth from them at that juncture, but not Snake, who could barely stand.

They made no attempt to stop us or follow us, at least not on foot... and the car was engulfed in flames by then.... but I digress, back to my pretty girl.

Sarah was glued to my back with her arms around my waist and holding on tight.

She was also urging me to go faster and was laughing with delight along with the music from the pipes.

When I hit a 3-mile straightaway, I opened the throttle all the way.

The vibration of that powerful engine between my legs, coupled with a beautiful woman behind me.... a beautiful and loving woman with her long hair streaming behind her in the rushing wind, gave me a rock hard erection.

I had plans for us and intended to make a detour and stop at the Hamlin Beach State Park to get into my pretty girl's pants.

Her initial fear was now over and Sarah was exhilarated with this new experience.

Sarah was getting turned on by the speed and was trying to put her hand down into the front of my jeans.

If only this horse was equipped with a suicide throttle.

No doubt, for Sarah the bike was a 100 horsepower vibrator at 5200 RPM, stimulating her sweet clitoris.

When we arrived at Hamlin I paid the entrance fee, declining the complimentary map, as I knew all the parks along the lake like the back of my hand.

We drove around a bit checking things out; Sarah has been here often with me, particularly before I acquired my three other ladies.

Aside from a few late season fishermen, and a smattering of campers, we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

I went to a secluded stones pavilion in an isolated corner and drove the bike inside parking on the concrete floor.

Before I could get my helmet off, Sarah had already taken off hers and was all over me.

Sarah was kissing my mouth hungrily, her little tongue seeking mine.

I could smell the musky sweetness of her arousal before I reached down to touch her crotch through her snug, damp blue jeans.

I took Sarah's head in my hands, burying my hands in her long soft hair, and returned her kisses, while enjoying her sweet mouth and welcoming her little tongue with mine.

"Please, Michael."

She begged, while rubbing my face with her hand.

"I am so horny.

I want you to make love to me right on the bike."

I took off my blue jeans and got on, while telling her to remove hers.

Sarah's panties were wet from her sweet juices and before she could get them off, I took her panties in both hands, and ripped them from her making her gasp in surprise and then smile.

I reached up underneath her blouse and unhooked her bra so that I could get at her marvelous, firm, round breasts.

Sarah's nipples were already hard and I cupped her breasts, squeezing.

I stroked her hard nipples with my thumbs, making her moan with pleasure.

Sarah has such wonderfully sensitive nipples.

I stroked her dripping vagina, feeling her wet swollen pussy, sending a shiver through her body.

I then pulled up her blouse to lick and suck on her proud hard nipples, while continuing to stroke her musky fragrant flower.

Sarah's head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, and I watched tip of her little tongue tease her lips and teeth, waiting for my cock to arrive.

I kissed the base of her throat, while caressing her breasts... teasing... and then I kissed her face and behind her ears, her vanilla scent mingling with the rich musky woman's scent of her arousal.

I got back up on the seat and had my little princess straddle the gas tank in a sitting position facing me with her feet on the pegs.

I picked her up and placed her on my rock hard manhood with my hands under her ass cheeks.

Sarah's arms were around my neck while she was impaling her sweet cunt, up and down, up and down on my manhood, pushing her feet against the rear pegs for leverage, as I was using the front ones for the same, matching her rhythm, and supporting her bottom to keep her from sliding off.

I was watching my sweet chattel, her head thrown back in ecstasy and exposing her long vulnerable neck for me to kiss.

Sarah's long hair was bouncing and swaying with our movements on the smooth surface of her leather jacket.

Her eyes were clenched tight, and her little tongue was darting in and out between her teeth and lips.

She was moaning, softly and wanting to scream, so shamelessly and selflessly intent on pleasing herself.

This is something I find so endearing when making love to her. 

As a person, and by nature, Sarah is sweet and generous, modest and kind.

My love for her is equal too my love for Minerva.

My Marvelous Minerva, whom I have known and loved the longest and was to pig-headed to tell her when she was a Mistress.

I love Mandy and Katherine in different ways, but not with the same depth of passion that I feel for Sarah and Minerva.

In the Sanctorum, a man is free to pursue his instinctual drives, in regard to sex and women.

I can't put it into words.... I just know how I feel...

"Oh Master."

She moaned, softly.

"My god it feels so good.....mmmm....suck on my nipples, Michael....yessss........ I love you so much.

Sarah came in waves, her orgasm washing over me as it crested. 

I had to cover her mouth with my hand to muffle her screams of pleasure.

She was bucking and squirming in shear orgasmic desperation.

I grabbed hold of her long hair, still holding her bottom with one hand as she rode me to keep her from falling off the bike.

This intensified her wild orgasmic pleasure even more; so oblivious to everything was she except her throbbing clitoris.

The pulling of her hair was arousing her even more if possible, and making her muffled orgasmic screams louder.

After she came, Sarah collapsed in my arms, red in the face and embarrassed at screaming like that in public.

I held her and stroked her hair, curling my finger around one long tress.

"You are such a horny little thing, my pretty girl.

Thank you for switching with Minerva." 

"Do you love me, Michael?"

She asked, touching my face... this was the first time that Sarah had ever asked me this.

"I know you love Minerva, we talk about you.... Minerva says that you do.

She also told me that you love me as much as her, perhaps more, and that she was jealous of me once."

"I love her like a sister, Michael, and sometimes we know what each other are thinking.

I have three older brothers whom believe that women and children should be seen and not heard." (It should be noted that Sarah's

parents are both deceased, an important reason why I chose her)

"You are the first man who ever really talked to me and cared about my opinions because my brother's certainly didn't. 

I so enjoy discussing with you the books that you taught me to love, and the music and the flowers and everything.

Do you remember when it was just you and I, before Minerva's Tribunal and you introduced me to Shakespeare?

When sat on the floor in front of our fireplace, sharing a bottle of ice wine to get warm?" 

"Of course I remember.

We were snowed in and the roads were closed.

As I recall, you were disappointed that we couldn't go out and buy the lights your first Christmas Tree.

We froze that afternoon cutting it down, our first tree together and then dragging it home."

I replied, smiling and remembering that day, how she felt and how she smelled.

"You started with Hamlet, Act 2., Scene 2".

She continued.

"We were to take turns reading, and you started first, supposedly opening the book at random and starting to read.

"Doubt thou the stars are fire! Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love."

Then you cleared your throat and took a sip of wine and started at the beginning of the play." 

"Do you remember afterwards.... you just held me.... nothing else.... and we fell asleep on the floor in front of the fire."

"I remember, Sarah"

"I'm not asking you to play favorites, because I know that you can't, but do you love me as much as Minerva?" 

Sarah asked, putting her head on my shoulder. 

"As a Master, you have put me in a precarious situation by asking such a question; discipline, order and harmony must be maintained.

If I were I were a father with 2 daughters and I was asked such a question I would answer that I loved them both the same, and that would suffice.

This situation is much more complicated and certainly more delicate in nature.

There is no past wisdom to fall back on, not even in Shakespeare." 

"Therefore, until a precedent is set, my best course of action to honestly answer your question would be a conscious between you and Minerva and a mandate for you and Minerva never to discuss this fact with Katherine or Mandy.

That would be the correct answer.... that, and for you to follow your heart."

I said, trying not to grin, being pleased with my clever answer. 

"Minerva is right, Michael, you can be so damn smug and deliberately evasive and obtuse at times.

"As a Master of the Sanctorum, I am well within my rights to take the belt to you for such impertinence, Sarah my love."

I told her while getting off the bike and putting my jeans and boots on, taking off my belt and folding it.

I then snapped the belt with a sharp crack.

"You won't beat me, Master, that is not your way."

She replied, offering me her hand to help her down from the bike, which I did, and then she mussed my hair and kissed my mouth.

"I just wanted to hear you say it again in your own round about way, just as you did that night in front of the fire."

Sarah announced, and then turned her back to me, adjusting her bra and blouse and then putting on her jeans.

I stood there with my arms folded watching her dress.

When she bent over to tie the pink laces on her sneakers, I slapped her ass with my hand making her jump and stand quickly

to face me.

"Now who is being smug?"

I asked, watching her rub her smarting bottom and smile at me.

"I was Michael, I mean Master."

"Come her, Princess."

I ordered.

Sarah quickly complied and stood in front of me.

"Put your arms around my neck, slave."

She complied and was smiling as I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close.

"Do you have any Hershey Kisses for me, Master?"

"Don't change the subject, I'm still annoyed with your impertinence."

I kissed her saucy mouth, and then whispered in her ear.

"Who am I, my pretty and saucy girl?" 

"You are my Master and you love me."

She whispered, putting her head on my shoulder again.

"And you are my Michael, and I love you."

"What you say is true, I do love you, and not just as my slave, but as a person, that person being.... Sarah."

I whispered and I continued whispering and stroking her hair.

"You both have come a long way, you and Minerva, and your affection for one another compliments you both.

It is a special and unique thing that we have three have, Sarah, or for that matter the five of us.

For love humbles the Master or Mistress as well as the slave, the man, Michael and the women, be they Sarah or Minerva.

Love transcends the flesh... in love we remain spiritual equals." 

"Now my dear, you know what to do.

Let's put your saucy, impertinent little mouth to another good use."

I took the pink ribbon out of my pocket.

"Turn around and cross your wrists, my love."

I tied her wrists together with the ribbon.

Then I took off my jacket and folded it for her to kneel on.

Sarah knelt down on my jacket and I unbuttoned my fly and I took my manhood out for her to suck on.

I gathered her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face, her long hair my love reins to control her during the oral pleasuring.

Sarah was all smiles and looking up at me.

She started by kissing and licking the tip, her little tongue fluttering around it and her moist lips, caressing and teasing.

Finally my pretty girl took my entire cock in her mouth, licking and sucking as I had taught her, it now being second nature to her,

knowing and sensing when my orgasms were about to crest and swallowing everything when I exploded in her mouth.

When she finished, I untied her.

Sarah brushed her hair and then we were on our way to the Black North.

We arrived ten minutes ahead of my ladies and it was well past the dinner rush.

I requested a table on the screened in porch overlooking the water to watch the boats come and go.

Sarah went into the ladies room to put it up her hair into a nice bun and to check her makeup. 

When they arrived, the hostess escorted my ladies to the table and I got up from my chair to greet them.

They stood in the isle adjacent to the table, and one by one, I took their arms and then escorted them to their seats, pulling their chair out for them to sit down.

I did the same for Sarah when she arrived from the ladies room. 

We enjoyed a nice dinner together, ordering the Cajon broiled catfish with salt potatoes, an outstanding coleslaw, tangy with just a hint of horseradish, and then coffee, cheddar cheese with homemade apple pie, that was good, and that we all agreed couldn't, hold a candle to Sarah's. 

Before we left, my girls went to the ladies room. 

Afterwards we planned to meet at the end of breakwater to enjoy the view.

All my girls came out to wait with me except for Mandy, who seemed to be taking longer then usual.

Concerned, I went back inside to check on her.

The restrooms are located on the east side of the building in a corner near the bar.

In order to get to the rest rooms one must walk past the bar to get to them. 

There were three men standing in front of her, blocking Mandy's path and trying to prevent her from leaving.

The one blocking her access to the ladies room to keep her from going back inside was grabbing his crotch, pushing his cheek out with his tongue and licking his lips, the obscene inference most obvious.

They were laughing, and trying to get her to drink with them, telling her to dump the faggot on the rice burner (meaning me) and ride with some real men, meaning them.

I refer to them as weekend bikers, they being upper middle class to wealthy and riding expensive Harleys while pretending to be hardcore bikers on the fringe of society.

Weekend warriors if you will, right down to their new unmarked leathers and two wearing lace-up knee high boots. 

One of the idiot clowns had a Chicago Police Department uniform patch sewn upside down on his new leather jacket.

This made him a target for the police to stop and investigate, the inference being that he "snuffed" (killed) a policeman or Corrections Officer.

This would make him even a bigger target with the real deal, particularly with a Hells Angel, whom would promptly kill him just out of general principles.... if he were that lucky. 

At least Snake would give him a chance to be a bitch and remove it, and then walk away, naked, his hog (Harley) being forfeit, if not.....................

The largest of the clowns, the one with the patch; also the biggest idiot of the gaggle was wearing spurs... spurs, can you believe that? 

All three had bandanas tied on their heads to hide their hundred dollar plus haircuts, or trendy shaved heads, and one of the clowns was wearing wrist length black gloves with small pointed studs sewn into the knuckles to hide his manicured nails, while two of the three were wearing dark wrap around designer sunglasses, indoors. 

No doubt, they would not know how to check the oil on their scoots, let alone change it, disdaining to get their hands dirty.

I saw these clowns dismount their ostentatious and ridiculous chrome accessorized motorcycles when they pulled into the parking lot.

I was thinking at the time that the bikes were much like pretty women with big hair and wearing too much makeup, making them look cheap and trashy. 

I put my arm around Mandy's shoulder, as she was sitting closest to me and gave her a little hug because my ladies were none of those things and my little peach rewarded me with a thoughtful smile. 

I learned my lesson with my confrontation with Abzug; I wasn't as young as I used to be, or as fast.

I was carrying my new taser, having made some modifications and improvements to the old model.

I boosted the voltage up to 2.5 million volts and substituted the 9-volt alkaline battery with a small rechargeable 36-volt lithium ion/ tritium battery with an imbedded microchip of my design that is currently in use by the Mossad in their ultra-compact night vision goggles.   

In consideration for this technology, they have provided me with a generous supply of a ceramic/ metal composite with almost

non-existent impedance properties that I fashioned into the electrodes for the new taser.

The advantage to the new model is that I do not have to makes direct contact with a person.

Just a 1-inch gap or closer is all that is necessary to achieve the needed full effect.

I am presently incorporating parts this new technology into a ladies compacts for my girls, waiting for the titanium cases to be machined.

I will insert the titanium cases inside the ordinary plastic ones that can be bought anywhere makeup is sold.

They will be small and inconspicuous.

They will function like a true ladies compact as well, but with electrifying results....  if you will... no....  please excuse my bad pun.

I walked towards them and they turned to confront me.

The biggest of the clowns was in front, he being the one with the spurs. 

He was making kissing sounds and sneering; for identification purposes, I will call him clown number one.

I was watching his eyes, and as he led off with his left foot, he spun around and tried to kick me with his right, to slash or impale me with the sharpened spurs.

Being marginally familiar with the martial arts, most likely what he saw on TV or in the theatre and somewhat drunk, he telegraphed his movements, not to mention exposing his back with his clumsy attempt to slash me.

I moved to one side and zapped him with the taser, his fancy, new, leather jacket, embossed with the Harley logo making no difference as the 2.5 million volts entered his central nervous system.

The second clown, clown number 2, grabbed his friend to keep him from crashing to the floor, his arms around number one, embracing him as if they were gay clown lovers.

I zapped the now occupied clown number two and they slumped to the floor in each other's arms.... that was funny.

This gave Mandy the opportunity to get past clown number three and get behind me.  

Minerva and Sarah rushed over to Mandy hugging her and then stepped in front of Mandy, closing ranks.

I glanced at the bartender, just standing there with his mouth open and his eyes were practically bugging out of his head.

I would deal with him later, and realized at that point Katherine was nowhere to be seen.

This left clown numbers three, the clown wearing the spiked gloves and the ringleader of this gaggle of buffoons, and the one blocking the bathroom.

I definitely wanted a piece of this one and I walked towards him smiling and depressing the switch on the taser.

Letting him watch and see what was in store for him as the electricity crackled and arced between the electrodes.

"You wouldn't be so tough without that thing!"

He exclaimed with false bravado while looking frantically around.

Then he looked at the bartender, lifting his head slightly while rolling his eyes as if asking for help.

This was a definite tell... I thought as much. 

"Perhaps...  or perhaps not, clown."

I replied calmly.

"You have upset and disrespected my lady, and I will have my satisfaction.

Did anyone of these buffoons touch you, or lay hands on you in any manner, Mandy?"

I asked, not taking my eyes off of him and overturning a table, giving me a clear path.

"Yes Michael, he grabbed my crotch when I first tried to walk by him; be careful he has spikes on his gloves."

"And the others?"

I asked.

"They just laughed and made lewd suggestions."

Mandy replied.

"I don't know how much you paid that whore to look the other way, or what your agreement was with him."

I said, pointing to the bartender.

"Minerva?"

I called, taking off my ring, and handing her the taser and ring as she stood beside.

Minerva put the ring on her thumb, the samarium cobalt magnet contained within the titanium ring necessary to activate the tasers switch.

"Keep an eye on the whore behind the bar."

I then slowly advanced on him, overturning tables and throwing chairs as he retreated, and projecting my voice as if I were actor upon a stage.

"And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice, Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth,
With carrion men, groaning for burial."

My tempered rage and inspiration; Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1., so much for learning my lesson, even though the clown was younger then me, I still wanted a piece of his ass.

Clown number three turned and bolted.

In his panic, he ran into the ladies room by mistake and locked himself in.... tough guy.

The two clowns on the floor were starting to come out of it and Minerva zapped them again for good measure.

The excitement was now pretty much over and I turned to find Mandy standing behind me.

Mandy was trembling and looking like she wanted to cry.

Sarah was standing next to her and holding Mandy's hand.

Minerva was standing at the end of the bar blocking the bartender's escape and glaring at him, daring him to try to leave.

Her beautiful green eyes were flashing, as if on fire, such was her rage.

The bartender was looking down unable to meet her eyes.  

I took my little peach in my arms and Mandy put her head on my chest, crying softly.

Katherine came in shortly afterwards, grinning, and walked over to Minerva and Sarah and started talking to them, quietly.

Sarah put her hand over her mouth to hide a smile, while turning her head briefly to look at me, while Minerva just nodded her head, and was smiling as well.

As for the rest, I will cut to the chase.

The State Police did arrive and three arrests were made, the 3 clowns. 

Katherine and I were given appearance tickets and my taser was temporarily confiscated, but then returned at our hearing in town court after the charges were dropped against us.

I put my ring back on and kept it not telling the police it's purpose, and therefore it was overlooked.

I was right about the gaggle of buffoons; they very cocky after at first threatening me with high priced New York City Lawyers, which one of them was, and one of them was wealthy enough to have connections, however mine were better.

I allowed them to plead to 200 hours of community service, each, picking up trash along the road.

This was their official sentence imposed by the court.

There were two unofficial stipulations and sanctions imposed upon them. 

Someone real scary talked to each of them, that person being an old friend of mine returning a favor.  

The first stipulation was that they dress as circus clowns while performing the said community service and believe me, they did.

The second was that after their Harley's were removed from the lake bottom at the end of the west breakwater, they would be

reconditioned at their expense and then donated to three small volunteer fire departments to be raffled off as a fundraisers.

Arthur suggested this stipulation.  

As for the bartender, out of the goodness of his heart he donated $5000.00 cash to the county animal shelter.

His stipulations; first he make an appointment over the telephone requesting that a photographer be present, and that his picture be put in his local paper as a human interest story.  

Then he would deliver the cash in person.

The caveat, he would be dressed like a prostitute.

This was Minerva's suggestion.

Starting with an expensive Elvira style wig, heavy and trashy makeup, he was dressed like a drag queen whore right down to red fishnet stocking and shocking pink high heel platform shoes.

This was very generous on my part when you consider that he whored himself to the clowns for a lousy two hundred dollars. 

That evening after we were done with the police, Mandy rode home with me on the back of the motorcycle, her long honey blond hair streaming behind like a banner.

Unlike Sarah, Peaches (Mandy) had ridden before and didn't hold on quite so tight, knowing how to shift her weight in the turns.

We stopped on the way home for coffee and bagels. 

While I placed our order, she went into the bathroom to freshen up and brush her hair.

She was pleased to be allowed to wear her hair down and loose for me in public and sat close next to me squeezing my hand while we enjoyed our coffee and bagels and just talked, Mandy glad to be out alone with me and I with her.

Mandy would be sleeping with me that night in consideration for what she had been through, and my ladies were waiting up for us in the kitchen when we arrived home.

There was no discussion, I ordered Mandy upstairs, and then followed, leaving my ladies in the kitchen.

As I was walking up the stairs, I could almost feel their smiles caressing my back... yes life was definitely good. 

As is my custom, Mandy and I showered before soaping each other down and then shampooing each other's hair.

I left the bathroom first, leaving Mandy to blow dry her hair, and Minerva was waiting for me outside of her bedroom. 

She put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth, tasting like mint toothpaste, as did I, and then she whispered.

"You can be such a bastard, Master, goodnight."

And then smiling, she let go and turned to leave.

"Not so fast my impertinent redhead bitch."

I whispered back, giving her buttocks a familiar little squeeze, and then grabbing her shoulders gently to turn her around.

I returned her kiss, hugging her tight.

Then Minerva went into her bedroom and closed the door and Sarah opened hers and stepped out.

Sarah walked up to me, and then I took both her hands in mine and pulled her close.

I then kissed my pretty girl's sweet mouth, fresh and clean from a recent brushing and then sent her to bed, wishing her a "goodnight".

Last, but certainly not least was Katharine, coming out of her room when Sarah closed her door.

"Katherine." I said sternly while glaring at her.

"Come here and assume the position."

I pointed at my feet, and she did.

"Of all my ladies, I always thought you were one of the most level headed.

Have you any idea how much those Harleys are going to cost me?"

And then turning, I said.

"Minnie, Sarah, move away from your doors right now and get into bed or there might be three girls leashed to the pole before the night is through."

I heard two sets of feet scurrying and then Mandy darted from the bathroom into my bedroom closing the door quietly behind her.

Turning back to Katherine, I said, harshly.

"Heel, slave and look at your Master."

Katherine came up from the floor into a kneeling position, looking frightened.

"Put your arms behind your back and keep them there.

I gathered all her long hair into a ponytail and twisted it around my hand until it was tight to her scalp.

"You have such beautiful long thick long hair, Katherine, do you know what you have forced me to do now?" 

"Please, Master, don't ....................."

"Be silent."

I loudly commanded, as Katherine swallowed and closed her eyes.

"Stand, slave, you brought this on yourself and are only getting what you deserve for your impulsive actions."

You could hear a pin drop...................................................

No doubt Sarah, Mandy and Minerva were holding their breath straining to listen through the closed doors. 

I kissed her mouth long and deep, and Katherine opened her eyes in surprise as I let go of her hair, letting it drop down her back. 

I put my index finger in front of my lips and winked at her, smiling.

"As I was saying, my voluptuous and buxom Katherine, hear my sentence.

For your wonderfully impulsive, clever, although expensive actions of putting three Harleys into neutral, pushing them one by one to the end of breakwater and then into the Lake."

"I said get away from the doors ladies".... and then I heard two sets of feet, plus one more, scurrying again. 

"I will be sending you to medical school.

This is something that I know you have always wanted, and that you thought was beyond your reach when you signed your contract with the Sanctorum.

I am sure that we will all be proud with having a Doctor of Medicine in our family...right ladies?"

"Yes, Michael!"

Minerva, Sarah and Mandy all said in unison, opening their doors as Katherine hugged me with tears of happiness running down her face, as I was hugging her and wiping those tears.

"Ladies....  hallway, now!"

I shouted, and the three came out of their rooms and lined up side by side.  

Katherine joined them, wiping the remaining tears from her face and smiling, as they all were.

"Assume the position ladies... very nice, and don't think for a minute that I didn't know you all were running in place and not in bed."

I lifted their white silk nightgowns and gave each of them a sound slap on the ass, including Katherine.

"Order and discipline will be maintained in this household as well as your obedience, heel.   

Minerva and Sarah, it is bedtime, goodnight.”

They each received a kiss and hug for me, and I sent them on their way.

"Katherine and Mandy?"

"Yes, Michael."

They said, again.

"I'm really not sleepy after all that has happened today and I feel quite amorous.

You will both be sharing my bed this evening and we will be sleeping in late."

"May we fix our hair for you, Michael?"

"Yes, Katherine, and you may choose the styles."

When they returned they were carrying extra pillows and a blanket.

They both had fixed their hair into ponytails and their faces were makeup free, freshly scrubbed and glowing.

As they came bustling into the bedroom, they looked so happy and wholesome as if they were "attending a slumber party".... that's what I was thinking at the time.

I was lying on my back as they came in naked and then got into bed with me, one on either side. 

I sat up, propping my pillows again the headboard, taking a girl in each arm and hugging them, and stroking their soft and thick ponytails.

Katherine went down on me first, licking the tip of my manhood and then the shaft while Mandy and I were kissing, and I was playing with Mandy's breasts and stroking her sweet flower.

Soon, Mandy was kissing my face and neck, working her down my chest and groin to help Katherine.

They were taking turns sucking and licking my cock while kissing each other long and deep as I watched.

I took their hair out of the ponytails so that I could feel it teasing my chest and groin while they continued licking and sucking my cock and balls.

I came in Mandy's mouth and she swallowed all of my semen; my orgasm was indescribable, nevertheless I was soon hard again.

Two lovely women in the same bed will do that to a man.

Katherine likes it a little rough and I grabbed hold of her hair, pulling, and then ordered Mandy to get on her back and told her to close her eyes.

I forced Katherine's face into Mandy's dripping vagina ordering Katherine to lick and play with herself.

After a time, I shoved my cock into Katherine's dripping, swollen pussy.

I slapped Katherine's voluptuous ass as I rammed her, while she was licking Mandy's dripping swollen pussy with abandon.

They both were moaning loudly and I so wanted to orgasm again, but I held back.

Mandy was the first to come, and then Katherine, both of them bucking and squirming.

I again grabbed Katherine by her hair, wrapping my hand in it pushed her face into my rock hard welcoming cock.

I had my second orgasm coming in her mouth and afterwards Katherine swallowed everything.

She and Mandy licked my cock and balls clean, as I lay there relaxed and satisfied. 

I was absolutely spent by then and feeling as weak as a kitten, and sleepy... so sleepy, imagining that I was one being licked clean by two sexy mother cats.

I just lay there until they finished, and then cuddling up on either side of me. 

I kissed them both before drifting off into a calm and blissfull sleep.................

I woke up late the next morning to find Mandy and Katherine gone and Minerva sitting on the bed with a tray of bagels with cream cheese, smoked fish, honey dew melon and a carafe of coffee.

I sat up and arranged the pillows for us to lean against the headboard.

"With everything going on lately I thought that we might never get a chance to talk about Martha."

Minerva said, getting next to me and pouring two cups of coffee from the carafe, taking hers and then placing the tray on my lap.

I noticed that Minerva had her hair done up in a French twist, wonderful, apparently it was long enough for this elegant style now and she was wearing a vibrant red silk kimono with white chrysanthemums over her white silk nightgown. 

I reached over to stroke the soft hair at the nape of her neck. 

"You look lovely, my love, good enough to eat and your hair is very elegant and sexy."

"That is how I will be wearing until it is long enough for a nice bun... Mickey."

She said, teasing, I could see the amusement in her eyes, even though she said it with a straight face.

Mickey, short for Michael, and term of endearment with a little story behind it.

Martha called me Mickey when we were first married, in the days when I thought she loved me, and before we lost our child.... my son.... my boy, Aaron, and I cried at the time remembering a quote by Roman Polanski.

"If you have a great passion it seems that the logical thing is to see the fruit of it, and the fruit are children".

Afterwards, I internalized my grief for my son, while my wife wore it on her sleeve and accused me of being cold and heartless.

No matter what I did or said after that there was no pleasing Martha, and eventually I stopped trying.

For whatever reason, Martha blamed me for the death of our son and the complications that rendered her sterile.

She completely let herself go, becoming quite obese, although she kept herself clean, paying particular attention to her perfect teeth.

Martha denied me sex and cut her beautiful long hair brutally short to spite me.

When we were first married, Martha was a small, petite woman with much the same figure as Mandy.

Martha had such beautiful long black hair, being thick and soft, falling just to the middle of her back.

Of Portuguese decent on her mother's side, Martha has the same rich black hair, dark onyx eyes and the prefect light olive complexion of her mother. 

She also has a hot fiery temper.

One to match Minerva's, and Martha can swear up a blue streak in Portuguese when angry.

Unlike Minerva, whose anger is tempered and controlled, Martha can be spitefully inventive, and has a tendency to throw and break things. 

For example, she sold most of my music collection to a flea market promoter for pennies on the dollar while I was away on business. When I returned from Japan, to find my records and cassette tapes gone, I was served with divorce my papers, via a singing telegram the same day.

When angry, Martha would often strike me, although I easily blocked her ineffectual blows and kicks making her even angrier still. 

I never hit her back.... if she hurt herself hitting me, so be it.

An only child, her parents doted on her giving her everything that she asked for.... Martha was a spoiled brat.

I took my marriage vows seriously, "for better or for worse", making the best of a bad situation and throwing myself into my work.

I felt betrayed when Martha left me and filed for divorce, as if my grief was any less real then hers, and then trying to have me thrown

out of own home, property that owned before I married her.

I never strayed or had an affair while we were married.  

The last time that Martha had called me Mickey was the day I confronted Frank Abzug, when she fainted in my arms.

"Why did she call you that, Michael?

Was it Mickey for the mouse?

Minnie and Mickey?"

She said, lightly, and laughing, she not possibly knowing the man from my past, the man, the father never to be, Mickey.

Mickey was buried with his son.

The only other person who knows this is Arthur. 

Arthur felt my pain, I saw it in his face when we talked in my Library, on the day the enforcers took the offal scum away.... he told me a little about his nephew, knowing that I would never betray a confidence.

Minerva saw the pain in my face, even though I tried to hide it with a smile.

"I'm sorry Michael, I was only teasing and I can see that you don't want to talk about that.

May we still talk about Martha?"

"Come closer."

I said, putting the tray on the floor, and she put her coffee on the tray and then got close putting her head on my lap.

"You are intuitive as well as beautiful, my Marvelous Minerva and I love you.

I lightly stroked her beautiful face, and continued until I finished my story.

I will take you into my confidence a second time my love.... let me tell you about my son.............................."

Minerva listened to my story, not interrupting to ask questions.

I sat and held her for a while, just enjoying our intimacy.

Finally, she spoke.

"I never realized why you were so bitter, at first, Michael... so very bitter.

You showed up at my dance studio unshaved, and in desperate need of a haircut.

You were wearing faded blue jeans, a white tee shirt, and engineer boots.

I couldn't figure out how you got past security, and classes were not starting for two hours and then by appointment only.

I was watching you from a live feed on my laptop in my office, and I thought you were a bum without two nickels to rub together.

"I watched you for two months before I went to your studio, my love.

I had business with the bank across the street from your building when I first saw you.

You had your hair pinned up, and were wearing a dark brown skirt and jacket, a white ruffled silk blouse, tan stocking and dark brown

pumps when you walked into the bank, and you were all business... no nonsense.

You walked in the Bank like you owned the place, walking past me, never giving me a second glance.

You walked right in the Bank President's Office, closing the door behind you and taking my appointment.

I was annoyed and intrigued.... I made some polite inquires and decided to meet you, despite your best efforts to keep me out."

"Why didn't you tell me all this before, Michael?"

"Because, I was waiting for the right opportunity."

I answered.

"Well as you remember I'm sure, my secretary refused to give you an appointment or let you talk to me."

"I remember."

"You told her that when you returned from business on the West Coast in two week you would be returning with flowers.

"Yes, and Donna your secretary told me to leave now and never come back or she was calling the police.... I left, didn't I?"

"You certainly did and we thought it hysterical that a bum whom was lucky enough to get past security had business on the West Coast.

I thought we would never see you again. 

When the telephones and intercoms were working again, and as a precaution, we called the police and reported you as a stalker.

I assumed at that time everything was a coincidence because of the Telephone Company truck parked outside and............

"Michael, you didn't?"

"Perhaps, or perhaps not."

I answered.

"You just vanished and nobody saw you leave, and the tapes from the security system were somehow completely erased.

"How did you do that, Michael?"

"It's a secret and I shall not tell you"

"Michael?"

"Minerva!"

"OK, Mr. Magician, be that way, I beefed up security, and then you got in a second time and I hardly recognized you, you clean up so nice."

"My secretaries office was full of flowers when I arrived, pots of peace lilies, hundreds of them, with cards addressed to me.

I suppose you won't tell you how you did that either?"

"Nope"

"There you were, sitting at my desk wearing a black tuxedo, and one that was custom tailored just for you, I can tell these things.

Your feet were on my desk...my desk! 

The audacity, if I could have called security I would have. 

Your hands folded on your chest, and your top hat tipped over your eyes.

Really Michael, you have such a flair for the dramatic.... cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.

I can't believe that Martha could possibly find you so uninteresting that she left you for that lump, Frank Abzug.

"Martha changed, especially after the stillbirth.

Even after we were first married, all she wanted was a large family, the children to be the main focus in her life; sex was for the propagation of children; Martha was a virgin on our wedding night. 

Martha's Mother and Aunts had great influence with her, and I should have seen it coming; I loved her Minerva."

Forget about her for now....  I was fascinated and flattered that you got in a second time and you looked so different.

Cleaned up with a shave and haircut, top hat and cane and the flowers... how could you possibly know that I adored lilies?

Then you leapt over the desk and bowed to me with a flourish, you pretended to hand me your business card, which was blank, but took my hand instead in your strong-callused hand, so out of place for a man wearing a tailored tuxedo and you bowed a second time

and not letting go said:

"The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright."

William Blake (November 28, 1757–August 12, 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker, Ms. Flynn.

I wish I were as eloquent as he, but alas, I remain a thorn without a rose to stain your beauty bright.

Then you explained that all you wanted was a chance in the advanced ballroom dance class to brush up on your skills and prove your mettle...well, you know the rest, how could I possibly refuse, we moved as one.

"Dancing is like riding a bike, my dear, you never forget."

I replied.

"You need to treat her with a firm hand, Michael, and set limits for her.

You certainly can't allow her to hit and swear at you.... I was thinking out loud, of course you won't.

That being said, with us it is different, you bastard."

She whispered, squeezing and kissing my hand.

"Impertinent bitch, you certainly are not setting a good example for Sarah."

I replied smiling. 

"Martha has a temper, and in this department is your equal.

While yours is tempered and controlled, hers is not."

"What if Martha acts up and you are not around?"

She asked.

"I'm putting you in charge, my love.

You will be Mistress of the house and the keeper of the keys, over Martha.

The girls will follow your lead.

If Martha acts like a spoiled, petulant child, treat her like one."

"Seriously, Michael, I understand why you did not hit her back when you were married.

But how could you live with her without having sex.... without intimacy, that I don't quite understand.

You are such a passionate and loving man."

"I had my work, my inventions, loyal employees whom I had a responsibility for, and their families."

"Nevertheless, since you want my advice, don't bend over backwards to appear fair or feel too sorry because of her bad choices."  

Minerva advised.

"I should be thankful for it not for those bad choices, I would have never met you, or loved you the way that I do now." 

"You will forgive her betrayal Michael, as you forgave mine, because that is the type of man you are.

When you are angry, it seems that you have no fear, confronting the clowns like that, you could have been hurt."

"I knew what I was doing."

I replied.

"True, and you could have still been hurt.

Never forget you are a friend and confidant of a Grand Master whom wields the power of life and death.

You most likely will be Arthur's successor." 

"One more thing and then I will keep quiet, you are right; we are of the Sanctorum, you and I.

After experiencing both facets of it, I never have been happier.

When you look at me it is if you are caressing me with your eyes.... you look the same way at Sarah.

You know what else I think, Michael?"

"You said one more thing."

I reminded her.

"That was just a figure of speech and you know it."

"Please continue my love."

I said, blowing on her neck.

"I don't think that I shall."

She retorted.

"Are we going to start that again, Minnie?"

"You want the truth, Michael? Do you want the truth?

I don't think that you can handle the truth!"

"Try me."

"You are prickly to touch as a hedge is,

Or as soft as eiderdown fluff,

Sharp or quite smooth at the edges,

My Master, my Michael.... my love.... you would have made a Marvelous father." 

"That was very nice, Minerva."

I said swinging my legs over the side of the bed and reaching for my tray.

If I remember correctly, perhaps my voice may have been breaking when I said that.

Minerva then pushed me down on the bed and put her hand over my mouth.

"I am not done speaking, be silent.

You are not getting off that easy, Buster."

She said harshly, going into her mean, Mistress Mode.

"I have an announcement to make."                                                                                                                                      `   `

And then she leaned forward and bit my ear lightly, whispering.

"It is my turn to be on top.... with your permission of course......................"

Author's note in regard to the underlined sentences: I am quoting in part another Author's work; W.H. Auden:

1903-1973; 'Oh Tell Me The Truth About Love' (1938) . 

 I showered
and prepared for him, he wanted me naked, so all I did was cover my body with
some oil and tidy the house while I waited. I unlocked the door at the back of
my house as instructed. A high fence and lots of garden surrounded the
property; he could easily slip inside and around the back without being noticed
by anyone. I tried to relax, to calm myself but it was impossible.
The door
opened and he came inside without a fuss. I was kneeling in the lounge facing
the kitchen where he could clearly see me.
He smiled,
he was casually dressed and seemed genuinely happy to see me, this made me
relax slightly. I noticed the small bag that he was carrying, suspecting that
there would be objects in it that he would use to torture me. I began to shake
again.
‘Hello whore.’
‘Hello
Sir.’
He moved to
the chair close to me and sat down.
‘Kneel in
front of me here and look at me while I tell you of my plans.’
I moved
over as instructed, still visibly shaking as he reached for the bag and
unzipped it.
He tipped
the contents onto the floor beside the chair but I remained looking at him.
‘First I am
going to gag you, OK?’
I nodded
and opened my mouth for the ball gag. I leaned down so that he could fasten it
behind my head figuring that it would be best to cooperate with him for now.
‘Good.
Today I am preparing you for an outing this evening. I want to take you and
show you off to some friends of mine. Actually they are very important Crime
Bosses, I work for them and they help me out so I want to let them party with
you..’
‘I began to
sob hard, shaking my head and cringing away from him.’

He slapped
my face hard with his open hand. The area of connection numbed momentarily as I
struggled to remain kneeling.
He grabbed
me by the hair so I didn’t fall.
‘Listen
whore. You can do this the easy way, which is to cooperate and enjoy it, or the
hard way, which is to be fucking flogged to within an inch of your life and not
enjoy it quite as much. The choice is yours, but no matter what you decide, you
WILL come with me tonight, and you WILL party with my friends… UNDERSTAND.’ He
yelled in my face, holding a fistful of my hair so I couldn’t pull away from
him and spitting the words at me through his clenched teeth.
I nodded,
sobbing uncontrollably, my face stinging and my head hurting from the grip on
my hair.
‘Good’ He
pushed me back to the kneeling position.
‘Calm down
and listen, I wont repeat myself and you’ll be in trouble if you fuck this up.’
Again I
nodded, as he reached out and smoothed my hair away from my face and patted my
shoulder as if I was his comrade…
‘I need to
prepare you for the evening. There will be some specific requirements that
these ‘Friends’ will want from you.
           First, most of them will want
head, and plenty of it, so you are not to eat today until I collect you at 6.
If I find that you eat anything other than what I order for you, you will be
punished.
           Second, your arse and pussy
will be fucked so both need to be stretched and prepared. I will take care of
that soon. You will of course, obey my instructions and not remove any
equipment that I place on/inside you.
           Third, You will be kneeling
for most of the night, so to get you prepared you are not to walk inside here
today, you are to crawl on your knees. Outside, you will walk as normal. You
are to walk around the park for one hour after I leave, this will get your body
used to the changes that I will make. Then you are to return here, strip and
wait for instructions.
           Fourth, I will have your
outfit Couriered here this afternoon at 5; you will be dressed and answer the
door as normal. You are to persuade the Courier to come in when you will give
him a blowjob as his reward. This will require him to break every rule in the
book and put his job at risk so you will have to be good. Once you have
finished the blowjob, there will be a note in the parcel and you are to give it
to him to read.
He will be
instructed to assist you to prepare for the evening, you will have 30 minutes
for the blowjob and for him to release you, and then you will have 30 minutes
to get ready. He will leave here at 5.30 sharp, blowjob or not, and believe me,
I will know…

My Friends
are used to top class whores, and they are fussy, so you will have to be better
than good. One thing in your favor is that they all love big tits, and yours
are perfect, so you will be popular straight off.’
I could not
believe what I was hearing, it was too much for me to absorb, but as I dealt
with all his instructions he stood up and unzipped his pants.
‘First up,
a little reward for me.’
He
un-gagged me and rammed my head onto his cock. It was hard and large already
and he showed no mercy as he pushed it into my throat.
Luckily I
have trained myself well with the art of deep-throat, and took his member deep
inside me. He pumped my head up and
down hard until he finally let his load go and released me. I licked his limp
cock clean while he gathered his breath.
The next
hour had me on all fours crawling around my house as he prepared me for the
evening.
My nipples
were banded tight, and severe clamps applied. I was re-gagged and collared with
a thick black collar. The nipple clamps were attached to the collar and I had
to hold my head up so that the chains were taut at all times. There was a lead
attached to the collar so I could be pulled and lead at his will.
I had an
enema to cleanse me. He shaved my pussy till there was no sign of growth at
all; he shaved my arse, through the crack and around my hole.
Once he was
happy that I was smooth I was led into my bedroom and ordered onto the bed on
all fours.
Running his
hands over my smooth arse and through my legs to feel my pussy made the juices
continue to rise within me.
His fingers
found their destinations, both holes pumped hard till they were wet, open and
begging for attention.
He rammed
his fingers deep into my arse; stretching and pulling it so wide that I thought
it would split. Finally he pushed the plug inside, it was enormous and filled
my rectum. Pushing hard on it to ensure that it was all the way inside he then
began on my pussy. Three, then four fingers deep inside, followed by a huge
vibrator. It was long and wide, think at the top and flexible to take the shape
of inside my pussy. I could feel the intruders scraping against each other as
he pushed it deep inside.
I was on
fire between my legs, my clit was swollen and my juices were running hard.
He turned
the vibrator on, and pushed on it again. The buzzing was deep inside me and
sent the vibe grinding against the plug, almost tipping me over the edge.
My arms
gave way and my face pushed onto the bed.
He slapped
my arse hard and pulled me up to the kneeling position again.
‘Stay still
whore.’
‘Oh.. Sir…
its too much…’
‘‘Shut it
you slut whore.’
He slapped
me again sending more vibrations cursing through me.

Next I felt
him wrap some thin rope around my waist. He threaded it under my waist and
looped it at the back. He pulled it between my legs and again looped it at the
front. When he pulled it tight, I nearly exploded. The rope pressed straight
against the plug and vibe and as his fingers straightened it between my legs, I
found it crushing my clit as well.
He pulled
the rope through again and tied it off at my back, pulling on it again to
ensure that it was tight, similar to a girth rope on a horse.
I screamed
in pain…. The rope was cutting me in half, ramming the objects deep inside me.
‘Stand up
whore.’
I struggled
off the bed and gingerly stood in front of him. The rope was very tight around
my waist, cutting into my skin and causing me to take shallow breaths.
He had
another rope in his hands, this was to bind my breasts up and he proceeded to
do this. He removed the clamps from my crushed nipples but left the bands on.
My nipples were swollen and dark red, pressing hard against the tight bands.
Each breast was bound separately from the base to half way. Once he was happy
with them he rigged a harness to hold the swollen orbs up high, threading the
rope over my shoulders and around my ribs.
The ropes
were cutting into me and the pain was severe as he finished the preparation.
Checking that I was bound to his satisfaction, he told me to dress and go about
my day as instructed. An hour of exercise, then wait for the courier, then get
myself ready.
He left my
house quietly as I struggled to move about in his rope harness.
I struggled
to bend at the waist to put clothes on.
My breasts
protruded obscenely under my sweatshirt.Â
I struggled to walk with the double intrusion and the constant buzz of
the vibe nearly sent me over he edge on many occasions.
I walked
and walked, squeezing and extending my pussy and arse muscles to gain comfort.
My breasts bounced up high, catching stares from men as I strolled past them.
The hour seemed to take forever, but finally I was home.
Afraid that
he was going to come back unannounced, I struggled to strip my clothes off and
got onto all fours. I poured myself a large glass of water and drank it down
determining that I should drink a glass every hour or so to keep my strength up
for the night ahead.

The reality
of what I was actually doing began to hit me mid afternoon. This was my fantasy
come true, I was being pimped, fucked by strangers, used and abused for their
pleasure and I had no control over it. I should be excited and I was, but I was
terrified of the cop at the same time.
I had
crawled about the house trying to perform normal duties. At 4.30 I struggled
into my room and into a skirt and blouse. The skirt was tight and short and the
blouse was also tight and very sheer
Finally,
the doorbell rang and I swear my heart stopped beating.
I shuffled
slowly over to it, opening to a short chubby man standing there with a large
box in his hands. He wore glasses and was scruffily unshaven. He was panting
for breath, obviously very unfit and as he went to speak his eyes found my
breasts.
‘Aghhhh,
um… your parcel Miss…’ He stuttered at me, ogling my breasts and turning bright
red.
‘Ohhhh,
thank you soooo much…’ I gushed back to him, stepping back and to one side,
giving him no option but to step inside.
He took the
fateful step, mouth still open and gasps now replaced with shallow fast
breaths.
I closed
the door and touching his shoulder guided him towards the dining room table.
Leaning
across the table so as to give him a view of my naked arse, I shifted a vase of
flowers and turned to face him.
‘Thank you
sooo much for carrying the parcel in for me…. It looks very heavy.’
‘Oh no, its
fine really, would you like me to set it down here?’
‘Yes
please…’ I leaned forwards to him, breasts poking straight at his face.
As he moved
past me to place the box down, I rubbed my index finger across my right nipple
and circled it slowly. He almost fainted, fumbling in his book for the docket
that I had to sign.
‘You look
hot, would you like a drink?’
‘Yyyes
please, that would be great.’ He stammered.
I glanced
at the clock, 5 past 5, I had 25 minutes to suck him off and get these ropes
off me.
I shuffled
into the kitchen, slipping a button open on my blouse as I moved away from him.
I went to the fridge and leaning over again to give him a naked arse view I
poured him a glass of water and returned to hand it to him. As he went to grab
it, I bumped it, spilling water on my right nipple, sending the blouse
instantly transparent right in front of his face, and causing the material to
fall open even further so he had at least half a breast to view.
‘Oh my…..
Silly me, now where do I sign…’
‘Rigghhht
hheere Mmaammm..’ he stammered.
I took the
slip, signed it and moved to the box. The lid slid off easily and sure to his
word, there was an envelope with ‘Courier’ marked on it.
I removed
the envelope, turned to the man and handed it to him.
‘This seems
to be for you, I do hope it’s a bonus for all the help that you have given to
me today.’
The man
almost choked on the water, his trembling hands took the envelope and opened
it.
His face
was scarlet, eyes bulging and perspiration beads trickling down his forehead by
the time he’d finished reading.
‘Ohhh, myyy
godddd…. I’ve been set up.’ He looked as if he was about to burst into tears.’
‘What do
you mean?’
‘Im being
watched……. holy fuck…... Im in deep shit….. what the hell am I going to do now…
I’ve been sprung…’
‘What do
you mean… sprung…’
‘I’ve been
stealing from the customers…. Just a bit here and there, you know, small
appliances and that sort of thing….and this letter says that they know about it
and I must be doing it again as it was on the inside…… Jesus Christ…’
He was
frantic, almost pissing himself right in front of me.
‘Its OK,
I’ll help you… don’t worry….’
‘How, how
can you help me…..??’
‘Just calm
yourself down, you have been great to me, I really appreciate your help and I
will tell them that… actually, I’ll give you an alibi for the times that you
took stuff and say that I gave them to you as gifts.’
‘Really,
you’d do that for me…?
‘Sure… you
are a lovely man, so kind and generous, courteous and can I also say that I
find you very attractive. I think I have just the alibi for you. Are you
married?’
‘No, Im
single, never had much luck with the ladies, did you say attractive??.’
‘Yes, I
like the rugged looking types, I’ve not had much luck with men either, I think
Im too fat.’
‘No way,
you are beautiful.. absolutely stunning….’
‘Really,
you think so…’
‘Yes I do.’
He leaned close to me and placed his hand on my breast… BINGO, I had him….
We moved
into my bedroom where I proceeded to give him the blowjob of his life. He came
like a steam train, grunting and panting so much that I thought he would have a
heart attack. I sucked him hard and dry, leaving him lying on the bed sapped of
energy while I returned to the dining room to retrieve my parcel.
It was now
25 past 5, I had 35 minutes to dress, get rid of Romeo and be ready.
‘So, how
was that… I crooned to him as he stroked me breast again.’

‘That was
amazing my love…’
‘Can you do
me a favor please… I need some help to get into my outfit for tonight, can you
help me…?’
‘Anything
for you my sex kitten… anything.’
‘Please be
gentle, I am going to a special work party and I am worried about my weight so
I have tried to reduce my size in a rather unusual way…promise not to laugh??’
‘Of course I
promise…..You will be perfect.’
His eyes
nearly boggled out of his head when he saw the ropes, but true to his word he
didn’t say a thing. He released them gently, first the crotch rope, untying it
at the back and gently releasing it from around my waist. He failed to notice
the plug and vibe so I left them there.
Next was
the breast rope. Again he was slow and gentle with it, stopping to have a good
feel of my tits as he unwound the rope.
I quickly
went to the bathroom, showered, removed the plug and vibe and relieved myself.

I persuaded
him to stay and help me dress, my tight black lace up corset, complete with
garter belt and black stockings went on first followed by the sheer white
blouse and mid length black flowing peasant skirt.Â
My breasts
were crushed into place, the half cups barely covering my nipples and lack of
underwear ensured easy access. The outfit was completed with a pair of high
black heels.
Once
dressed, my visitors use was finished and I ushered him out of my house with
the promise of more sex and my undying love in the future.
Returning
to my bedroom I took a final look in the mirror… perfect whore outfit for a
soon to be perfect whore.

I heard the
car door close and footsteps on the pathway… it was 6 o’clock…
I quickly
ran to the bathroom to check my makeup as the footsteps came closer and
closer…the front door flew open with a loud bang.
‘Where are
you whore?’
‘Here
Master.’ I panted as I ran from the bathroom.
‘On your
knees, where you belong you filthy whore.’
I dropped
to my knees in front of him looking at the floor. I was shaking visibly and
finding the humiliation of what I was doing almost too much to bear.
He walked
behind me, my arms hung to my sides, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt skirt
while I waited for him to speak.
‘Look up at
the roof while I inspect you.’
I diverted
my eyes upwards, clinging to the hemline of the short skirt as my comforter.
‘You
certainly look the part. A cheap dirty whore, ready to fuck and suck all
night.’
I felt
something brush over my cheek lightly before realizing that he had a riding crop in his hand and he was waving it over me as he walked slowly around my
kneeling form.
He brushed
the crop upwards from my neck to my chin and across my lips before cracking it
onto my left breast.
‘I jumped
and cried out as the whack hit my breast, just above the outline of my barely
covered nipple.’
‘Quiet.’
The flimsy
blouse offered no resistance and the black corset provided the perfect target
for him. He cracked my right breast in the same harsh manner, I bit my tongue
hard and tried to remain as still as I could as he walked further in front of
me.
‘Stay still
and quiet. I am just warming you up you stupid slut.’
‘Lean back
on your heels, put your hands on the floor to balance yourself, legs apart.’
I did as he
asked, slowly leaning back, looking at the roof the whole time, my stinging
breasts poking towards him and the short skirt riding up my thighs.
He used the
toe of his shoe to lift the skirt and inspect my pussy. I was still shaking,
eyes closed tight as I waited for him to speak again.
The crop
hit the top of my pussy with a swift crack, almost knocking me over. The pain
was immense but I tried to remain silent. The next crack was aimed at my pussy
hole, between my legs as it whizzed onto the tenderness of the lips of my sex
and sent fire cursing through me.
I fell back
onto the floor with a scream, quickly scrambling to regain my position as he
stepped behind me again.
‘Lean
forwards, head on the floor, legs wide apart and this time stay fucking still
or I will flog you.’
I did as he
asked, placed my head on the floor and moved my shaking legs wide apart.
The crop
landed several times across my buttocks, once or twice on my upper thigh and
once only sharply between my legs.
I was
crying now, my tender areas in pain and my humiliation soaring.
‘Stand.’
I stood in
front of him, shaking and sobbing.
‘Get to the
bathroom and tidy yourself up, stop sobbing or I will give you something to
really sob about, and get your whore arse out here quick smart.’
I staggered
into the bathroom and washed my face, my makeup was a mess, tears soaked my
cheeks and my eyes were red.
I decided
to minimize the make-up for the night as I could sense that there would be more
pain and more tears to come.
As I washed
myself and tried to calm down, he was yelling to me from the other room.
‘I was
going to fuck you myself, but your whimpering has put me off, so you’ll have to
wait till later for a taste of my action. Don’t forget slut, you are to impress
these guys, fuck and suck them dry as much as they want, and if they want to
hit you, let them, if they want to tie you up, they can, hell…if they want you
upside-down in the corner you’re gonna do that with a smile on your whore
face…you hear me whore?’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘Good, lets
get the fuck out of here.’
We drove in
silence for about 30 minutes, my breasts and pussy still stinging from his
crop, which he had sitting on the seat between us as we drove along.

As we drew
to a stop he looked at me and took a deep breath.
‘This is it
whore, you put on a good show in here and you’ll get me out of a lot of fucking
debt, so make sure you put on a good show coz I’ve been talking you up.’
‘Yes
Master.’
‘Oh yeah,
don’t worry whore, they wont kill you in here, a lot of them are on bail and
don’t want to go back inside for a slut like you, so in that way you’re safe
ok. The main man will call the shots and you will obey him.’
‘Yes
Master.’
Oh My God,
I am truly terrified.
I wait for
him to help me from the car. The tight corset makes certain movements hard for
me, but he pulls me out and straightens my clothes before we head inside.
My nipples
are hard with anticipation, and my pussy is wet and tight. I could almost
orgasm on the spot I am that nervous.
The big
wooden doors swing open to a hallway, I can hear music and smell the
alcohol/cigarette mix of a bar wafting in the air. We walk past 2 or 3 closed
doors towards the sound of the noise. Finally, he pushes open the solid wood
door and we enter the large room.
There are
at lest 20 men and about 6 other women in the room, some of them look up at us
from their seats while others continue to play pool at the end of the room. The
men are talking and laughing with each other, the women sitting with 2 or 3 men
each, smiling, but not speaking.
We move
over to a table of about 10 and Master greets 2 of the men with a hug. I stand
quietly beside him trying not to shake too hard.
‘Drink?’
I glance up
to see a woman standing in front of me, she is topless, her bare breasts
dangling onto the tray where she had a note-pad for orders.
‘Yes
please, just a soft drink.’
Master
ordered a scotch and guided me to the table.
‘This is
Jenny.’ He announced as he pushed me forwards with his hand in my back.

‘Hello
Jenny.’ The older man seated in the center of the group stood and extended his
hand to me. I reached my right hand to shake it but he took hold of my hand and
pulled me towards him. All the others at the table stood and shuffled their
seats so that I could sit beside him at the table.
I moved
towards the chair, guided by his hand, but he pulled me to stop before I could
turn and sit down.
His hand
pushed between my legs and into my wet juices. Forcing my legs apart slightly
he proceeded to thrust his fingers deep inside my pussy, his thumb pressing on
my clit, crushing it against my pubic bone.
Still
hanging onto my right hand tightly, he removed his fingers and placed them at
my lips. I opened my mouth and licked each finger as he presented them to me.
He then proceeded to sit down, pulling my hand onto his crotch and holding with
his legs tightly together. He clicked his fingers and my blouse was torn from
me, his fingers quickly finding and twisting each nipple hard as I cupped his
firm cock and balls in my hand at his crotch. Next my skirt was torn away, I
was standing in the corset only in front of all these strangers.
All the
people at the table must have had a full view of my arse, but the men continued
to talk as if nothing had just happened.
The old man
fingered my breasts roughly for a few more seconds before pulling me onto the
seat to the left of him.
Still
gripping my hand he leaned close to my ear and sneered at me.
‘So, you
are the whore that we have heard so much about. Not bad, a little fat, but
great tits, hmmm not too bad at all. I believe you know why you are here, let
me run through the rules with you.’

What I say here goes. I am the
Godfather of this Family, you understand whore? I nodded
gently.
You will not speak unless I ask
you to. Trust me, I will not ask, as I am not interested in fuck meat like
you. You will not acknowledge my conversation with you from this point, I
speak, you listen.. That’s how it is here.
You will do whatever my boys
want. They will not ask anything from you that I don’t approve, and your
performance will determine what I approve.. so perform well, enjoy your
day and everyone will be happy..
You will be restrained but not
gagged. I like to hear noises from my sluts, like to hear them moan and
grunt when we fuck them, but too much noise annoys me and you don’t want
to annoy me..
I sat there
listening to him almost hysterical inside. On the outside I stayed calm except
from some mild shaking that I was unable to control.
He still
held onto my hand, and when my drink came it was placed on the table in front
of me but I didn’t move towards it. I was thirsty but too scared to move. His
hand again placed mine on his crotch as he leaned away from me to talk to one
of the men.
I sat there
frozen, not knowing if I was supposed to do anything or not.
Suddenly
his hand took mine again and began to rub his cock with it, this was my signal
and I began to work on his cock and balls from my seat.
His cock
hardened quickly, my hand reaching between his legs to rub his balls as best I
could, then back to his cock, which was now pushing against his trousers.
His hand
again guided mine to the zipper, so I undid it and released his cock.
I
concentrated on what he wanted, not the fact that the whole room could see
me. His cock was thick and sticky with
precum. I stroked it slowly and firmly from head to base, coating the precum
along the shaft as he pressed into my stroke.
He turned
to me and smiled, moving his crotch slightly towards me, so I bent my head and
took him in my mouth.
He quickly
began to thrust deep inito my throat as I sucked on him, my hand slipping under
his balls and gently massaging them as they tightened while he thrust. In just
2 or 3 strokes he was as hard as a rock and I thought he was going to cum.
His hand
was on my head, pressing me onto his cock as it swelled even more and his
breathing labored. He pulled my head up quickly by the hair and gestured for me
to mount him.
I slid my
leg across his and eased his cock inside me as he leaned back on his leather
arm-chair. It was hard and reasonably fat, so felt great as he pumped it inside
me. I bit onto my lip as we fucked hard, my eyes closed tight my breasts
brushing against his face we fucked, short, hard strokes until he shuddered,
groaned loudly and released inside me.
I was
panting as he finished, I had almost enjoyed it but he roughly grabbed my arm
and pulled me off, back onto the chair beside him.
‘You can
drink now.’
I took the
glass and drank greedily. My mouth had gone dry and my heart was racing at what
had just happened to me so I was glad to quench my thirst.
The man put
his arm in the air and snapped his fingers again.

A younger
guy came over and roughly pulled me from the chair. I noticed a group of guys
gathered together about 15 feet away. They were all looking at me with grins on
their faces and I suspected that I was headed towards them.
They parted
as we drew closer, exposing a portable bench covered with bondage equipment.
I was
positioned in the center of them all and stood still and silent.
One of the
guys began to tie my breasts tightly with rope while another one helped him by
pulling my nipples hard, stretching them outwards and twisting each of them. My
breasts were bound tightly so that they pointed up high.
Another was
cuffing my ankles with a short chain between them, sliding his fingers through
my pussy as he finished his task.
A tight
collar was then placed around my neck, barely allowing me to move my head at
all.
Once my
breasts were bound tightly, clamps were placed on my nipples and the chains
attached to the collar. They pulled my nipples upwards, against the weight of
the heavy ropes binding my breasts tightly.
I was then
bent at the waist and a hard object was pushed into my anus. The thing in my
arse was hard and uncomfortable, I couldn’t make out what it was as it didn’t
feel flexible and wasn’t the shape of a plug.
My arms
were then cuffed but left un-restrained.
I was then
stood upright. The hard object dug into the walls of my arse, but there was no
pain. My head was pulled backwards until the chains from the nipple clamps were
tight and I heard the clicking of locks to the collar. As I brought my head
forwards, the hard thing in my arse was pulled upwards, almost ripping me in
half, tilting it back too far pulled on my nipples. I had keep my head
straight.
The Guy who
pulled me from the couch moved close to me and inspected. He pulled on my
nipples, tested the breast bindings, pushed me so I had to walk a few steps and
then moved my head up and down so that I felt the pain in my nipples and arse.
‘That hook
in her arse looks great, get some of that on the movie wont you. OK Boys, lets
get started.’
Oh no…
they’re making a movie of me…
The men all
laughed, as one of them grabbed my arm and dragged me towards a couch. He
positioned me at the end of the couch and pulled my arms up high behind my
back. He clipped them together, and released the chain on my collar connecting
the hook in my arse. He threaded the chain from the hook tightly between the
cuffs on my hands and proceeded to bend me over the arm of the couch.
There was
already a guy on the couch with his cock in his hand, so I opened my mouth and
took him as the guy behind me shoved his cock into my pussy. The chain between
my ankle cuffs prevented me from opening my legs wide, so every thrust of his
cock rammed against the hook in my arse.
He held my
arms up high, keeping the chain tight, using my arms to lever himself in and
out of me as I sucked on the guy on the couch.
The collar
pulled my nipples hard, the pain was intense as my nipples jangled while they
pumped into me, the hook also pulled hard inside my arse with each thrust.
Others
stood and watched as I was double teamed.
Soon, I had
been fucked in this same position by 5 guys each in my pussy and mouth,
swallowing their cum and taking their cocks as they wished.
They
stopped fucking me and stood me up straight. My back was cramped and sore, but
I was silent.
One of the
older men stood in front of me and held a drink to my mouth. I drank it down
quickly while his helper removed the nipple clamps and he fondled them back to
life.
He was
gentle with his touch as I continued to drink, rubbing each breast and talking
gently to me.
‘You’re
doing well, you seem to be enjoying yourself which is good. Just relax and
continue to enjoy.’
Once I
finished the drink, he walked me to the bench where the equipment was earlier.
He stood me beside it and proceeded to adjust the height of the bench slightly.

He removed
the collar and chain from between my legs.
Some of the
guys who had just fucked me moved close and helped me onto the bench, laying on
my back. My arms were chained to the sides, and a thick leather strap secured
me across my waist.
The end of
the bed was adjustable, soon I felt it pulled away so that my legs hung over
the edge of the table. The head section was then lowered, so that my head was
tilted downwards.
I could
feel someone between my legs, movement around the table, but couldn’t see anything
except some legs that were standing near my head.
A cock was
pressed against my mouth and I took it inside. It was quite large and pushed
deep into my throat as I adjusted my head slightly.
Suddenly
someone was on top of me, I could feel him climb onto the table as fingers
explored my pussy and arse and hands lifted my legs upwards and open wide.
Soon my
world exploded into pain and ecstasy. The man on top of me was fucking my pussy
hard, as fingers explored my arse and pushed inside me where the hook was still
situated. The breasts exploded also, cracked over and over with a whip or crop,
slapping and whipping my nipples into a frenzied agony.
The cock in
my mouth was still growing, pumping hard deep inside me as I struggle for
breath. My pussy was being pounded and soon my arse was stretched wide with
many fingers ready for a cock.
The cock in
my mouth exploded, cum burst out of my mouth and nose as I drowned and choked.
My pussy was being humped hard, and as I struggled to breathe, my arse was filled
with cock.
I tried to
scream, but another cock was in my mouth and I was forced to suck again. The
pounding on my pussy stopped, only to be replaced by a tongue, almost driving
me instantly over the edge.
I pulled
hard on the cuffs and lashed out with my legs, but the crop came down hard on
my nipples again.
My legs
were stretched wider and wider, the mouth was working my clit into a frenzy as
my arse was being pumped raw. Finally he came hard, deep inside my bowels,
sending me into a frenzied orgasm at the same time. I screamed out around the
cock in my mouth as my body spasmed in orgasm.

My juices
gushed as the Men cheered loudly, and more fingers explored inside me. Another
cock, followed by another and another fucked and pumped me at near unconsciousness.
It went on
for hours without a break, every hole fucked and fingered, nipples cropped,
sucked, bitten and crushed. I was numb, my body had become a numb hole for
these men to abuse. My mind was blank.
As quickly
as it began, it all stopped. They finished and moved away from me as I lay limp
on the bench.
The older
man came over again and once I was released, unshackled, untied and un-clipped,
he gave me another drink. He took my hand and guided me to the bathroom.
Walking was hard, my pussy felt as if it was 3 feet wide and my legs were weak.
The man helped me wash myself under a warm shower. Once I finished he helped me
dry off and put a clean, red corset back on. This corset had no cover for my
nipples, so they sat up glowing red and swollen from the abuse.

 I returned
to the room, and was lead back to the Godfather. The chair beside him was
empty, so I sat when he gestured to me.
He turned
and smiled at me. The room was silent as he spoke.
‘Quite the
slut aren’t we?’
I smiled at
him in agreement, hoping that I had done what was expected of me, and that I
could soon be released from this nightmare.
‘The boys
seem happy with you, that was quite a gang-bang you put on for us, we will be
having you back again soon my dear. I must say I do enjoy watching my boys
fucking a true slut and her responding in the manner that she should.
My heart
sank at the thought of returning here but I remained still while he spoke to
me.

‘There is
one more thing that I want from you, and as we have treated you with our finest
hospitality I have no doubt that you will agree. I want you to come and spend
the whole night with me as my whore. Tonight.’
That was
too much for me, I burst into tears and shook uncontrollably as he sat back in
his chair and smirked at me.
It took a few
minutes for me to regain my composure, by that time he had my hand on his cock
again and was rubbing it, grinning widely at me.
‘That’s the
way, now spread those legs and let me see what’s waiting for me.’
I spread my
legs like a robotic slut, crying deep inside me as his fingers explored my lips
and clit, leering at me through the haze of smoke in the room.

Soon he
stood, took my hand and led me out through the back entrance to his Limo.

 "You won't ever get away with this." she said defiantly. That really pissed me off.

 "To hell I won't, whore!" I violenty grabbed her by her hair and slammed her onto the floor. Tears began to flow steadlily from her eyes. I jerked her shirt over her head and tore off her pants. She was wearing a black lacy demi bra and sexy hipster panties. I eagerly reached for the clasp of her bra and jerked it off. I then laid my eyes on a beautiful pair of young tits . They were firm and perky, and full and round in shape. I pinched her lovely strawberry nipple hard, making her wince. I then moved on to my grand prize. I whipped her underwear off and exposed to most maginifecent pussy I had ever laid my eyes on.

 "Spread your legs." I demanded. She relunctantly did as she was told. Her pussy had small, perfect lips and was blushing pink. It was completly hairless. I Began to stroke my finger down it, making her sweet juices start to flow. I knew it was the right moment. I jerkingly flipped her over on her knees and told her to stick her ass in the air. She looked so sexy like that.

 "Don't move bitch, or I'll kill you right now." I unzipped my pants and slid off my boxers in front of her where she could see me. My 11 inch rock hard cock fell out. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw it. I smiled.Â

 "How do you like that, whore?" I moved behind her and positioned my cock agaisnt the entrance of her young pussy. Its black color looked so sexy next to her pink cunt. Without warning her I rammed in, bursting her cherry. She gave a loud scream. I nearly came right then. I loved popping young girls' cherrys, it felt so good on my cock.

 "Ohhhhh daaammmnnn bitch, you're sooo motherfuckin tight!" I said with a groan. Her tiny young pussy stretched to its limits around my monster cock. I felt like I was ripping her apart, and I loved it. I fucked her harder than I had ever fucked a pussy in my life. Her young body was slammed onto the floor as I thrusted in and out of her. It didn't take long for me to cum. My massive load spurted straight up her pussy.  She let out a loud pleasurable scream. We both collapsed on the floor. I laid there for a few seconds squeezing her tit and then popped my cock out of her tortured pussy with a loud squelch and stood up.

 "That was amazing, you slut. I can't wait for next time." I left her lying on the floor and left the room to clean my bloody cock.

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