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Between: A slave's life (Angel X QB)

"Why don't you come to the city sometime, brother? Barnum and Bailey's circus is coming to the city next week an-"

"Nathaniel, I don't have time to be distracted. I have to practice the concerto for my upcoming performance on the 16th."

"Ah, I know. But you really should take a break too, brother. It's not good wasting away at the estate..."

"Wasting away? Hah. Dedication gets you the nominations. Not watching some carnie juggle bowling pins or swallowing swords."

"Ah- I...I know. But you really should come down here once in awhile...for old times sake, you know?"

"Why would I go down there when I could be practicing t- Wait a moment. Fuuuugghh...Ooughh..."

"B-brother? Who is-"

"Do you hear that, Slut? That's my brother speaking. Your other master. Apologize to him for interrupting, okay? Or maybe I'll lock you up tonight. There's going to be some freezing rain falling soon."

"H-Huh?!"

"Ahhuuu...Aaeeii...sohh...soohyyyy...Good girl. See? She's pretty obedient and all. I swear you are going to have fun with this girl tonight."

"E-eh...a-alright...B-but anyways, all me if you want to take me up on that."

With that, Steven put down the phone. Turning towards his slaves, he relaxed to be within a paradise of writhing and aroused girlflesh. To hear them moan in frustration, unable to come to their own climaxes...nothing better! And though Heather's moans still denoted a sense of dignity, like an ill-tuned instrument it wouldn't take long until he would fix that attitude. That girl, still thinking she had 'rights' and the sort. If only she could take an example from Slut, perhaps everything would be better for her!

Slut hung at the center of the room, affixed to a hogtie from a suspension hook near the low-rafters. Ropes embracing her curvaceous form, short black hair glimmered under the light. When she was still new she called herself 'Mallory Edgeworth' but that name was all but forgotten. The red ball was garish between her fair lips, drool softly dripping from the corner as the ropes pressed and held her tight. When will she learn that struggling won't make her position any easier? "Learned your lesson yet, Slut?" he asked, 'Don't ever interrupt master with your moaning when he's on the phone, alright?" It had only been a few weeks and she has shown quite some progress.

He laughed, no matter what her response was. "Hah. Cute." he whispered, softly turning her away to revolve in her hogtie, leaving her there suspended at the middle of the room. With the crotchrope rubbing at her pussy lips, no doubt she would be wet, especially since a good fingering awhile ago did bring her quite close had it not been for that delicious denial!

He walked close to his Piano where, on a few gym mats, was the girl named Heather. "Good girl..." he said, softly stroking her drool-soaked chin. She was tied knees to the mat in a semi-hanging strappado, ankles bound to her thighs in the cruel position. Her arms were bound together at elbows and wrists, with the wrist rope connected to a large hook screwed into the central ceiling beam above her wearing a wide black collar which tightly circled her neck.

Heather's shoulders were pulled harshly back and the angle she was forced to maintain by the rest of her bondage was putting increased stress on her knees. Even though there were padding under her knees, the duress was sure to be strong. It all looked very painful, but there was more. Any movement caused added stress for Heather, but she was finding it very hard to keep still. Complimenting her was a ball gag and a blindfold, naked save her black thigh highs drenched slightly with her wetness. Sweat pooled on her lower back and drool dripped down her chin, a spider's web of saliva linking the ball gag to the ground.

"Looking good there~" he whispered, softly pressing onto her bound arms until he heard a squeal, then chuckling as he returned to the piano bench...
 
Mallory, or, rather, Slut, as he called her let out a moan as He came closer to her and drool dripped down from where she hung. She squirmed slightly, the rope only causing to make herself slightly more wet. Though, it was already drenched in her juices as it kept rubbing against her crotch. She tried to swallow, but the ball gag prevented her mouth or guttural movements and she tried to talk to Him, though it came out garbled as more drool dripped down her chin, "we........wese Mster."

She loved the attention her Master gave to her, and she even enjoyed the pain that he put her through, in an odd way, it almost made her wet, just thinking about it. She squirmed slightly as she turned in slow circles caused by the movement and watched Him walk towards Heather, she was new and stubborn, hard headed and didn't want to follow the rules, and it was a shame, but Heather did it to herself. She watched as Master walked over to her, almost wishing she could be in the same position as Heather.

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Heather couldn't see anything but she could hear his footsteps coming towards her and she tried to jerk away only to have a muffled yelp of pain come from her as she squeezed her eyes shut, though she knew that squeezing her eyes closed only caused more darkness, behind the blindfold. She felt a tremor roll through her as she opened her eyes, groaning as she saw nothing but black again, but she felt his fingers on her drool soaked chin and she was ashamed as her cheeks turned a fierce red. She tried to push on the ball gag with her tongue as she had been doing for the last few hours, trying to get the ball out, that way she could talk and relax her muscles, but it had all been useless and it only made more drool drip out, as if there wasn't enough. Heather whimpered and tried to speak, "gwes asays fom mes..." it came out garbled and she became frustrated with the effort it took her to speak, so she tried to glare at him, but she couldn't tell which way he was in. She squirmed and moaned, but it caused to much pain for her to move, so she tried to stay still.

She had only been there for a day and she had met Mallory. What was wrong with the girl? She actually liked it when Steven put her through torture and pain. She supposed she was a masochist, but it was still pathetic. The way that she watched the other girl suck up and literally kiss Steven's butt cheeks. The thought made her wince and her face contort slightly with a bit of disgust as a moan escaped her. Though the moan was reluctant and grudging as she shivered at his words and then felt him pressing on her arms.

She tried hard not to yelp in pain, she did everything to try to resist him, but as he pushed against her bound arms, she yelped and squealed, muffled by the gag, in pain as more drool dripped down her chin.
 
The defiance burning in her eyes wasn't admirable at the least: a few hours spent in confinement, combined with orgasm denial and she would become as willing as Slut would be. Of course, in the latter's case it was only because she loved being punished by his firm hand, but the premise wasn't any different: she was going to suffer and she will endure it exquisitely. By the end of it when she returns to him, she would be begging for the right to cum by that time. His hand softly played with her hair, rubbing her scalp as if she were a dog who enjoyed being petted like so. Removing her blindfold, then he cupped her chin and made her look towards Slut who had revolved so that her lower areas could be seen, where the crotchrope pressed so tightly against her visibly wet and engorged pussy lips. "See that girl? She's enjoying this...if you follow her foot steps perhaps you'll be treated better." he said, smiling as he watched the girl look back.

Slut relished in his praise; a true slave enjoyed her master's pleasure even if it came from her own suffering. Truly so, why else would Slut be so wet, dripping with her own arousal as she hung there. Many girls would feel that the hogtie suspension would be nothing but torture, but Slut took it all in, her petite body taking in all of the suffering he inflicted upon her. Gazing through those glazed eyes, scored with rope marks he would enjoy giving her tender demonstrations of love, kissing and cuddling with the girl after each session. If she had been good, he would even let her lips or her lower loins taste his cock. Smiling, he walked up towards Slut and decided to reward her compliance as an example to the more unruly Heather.

"Good girl...I give you permission to cum." he whispered, softly stroking her heated, plump lower lips as he stroked gently, slowly rising until he knew that she was on the brink. He instinctively knew...the way her body shuddered, her breathing, her moaning and her flustered neck and cheeks...he whispered the words, the very things she would desire to hear: "Cum." With that, he watched the spectacular sight, making sure that the unruly Heather witnessed a girl riding through a powerful and satisfying climax. When she was done, he kissed her forehead and slowly snuck in a vibrator into her warm flesh, still flustered from the orgasm. Letting the remote hang, the small toy buzzed, furthering her ecstacy as she would drift out of her afterglow back into her exquisite torment. "What does Slut say after Master services her?" he said, smiling as he soon departed, leaving Slut to suffer.

Meanwhile, it was time for Heather to suffer. It was a toy that would have Mallory quivering in delight when it would be fed right into her pussy. Inserting quite a big toy, it was roughly the width of one and a half dildos, filling in her hole as he strapped it down on her cunt and her pussy. Of course the butt plug didn't slide in, but he walked over towards Slut, lathering a bit of her pussy juices onto the plug and a bit of oil as he lubricated her anus, inserting the invader onward. Then, he calibrated the toy, slowly connecting the wires to a small box inside the piano. "Slut has ridden through Beethoven's Symphonies orgasming so many times...I wonder if you will experience the same!" Only when he played a high note did it apparently become obvious what the device did.

Every note he played corresponded to a certain speed the vibrator sped up at. Worse yet, it seemed to vibrate at three different areas: one near her lower parts, one near the middle and one at the outside against her clit and her lips. He played another note and held it, as the vibration was extremely intense and buzzed at her clit. It would be enough to leave Slut panting. The varying speeds also made it hard to determine when she can cum; allowing him to deny her orgasm as he so pleased. Stretching his fingers, he listened not to what pleas or mercy that may come from her as he played his song, fingers dancing across his piano as he brought the vibrator to life, ravaging her love tunnel with an ungodly amount of arousal. Just when she was about to cum forcibly, the solo began, quietly reducing the amount of vibration to the point where she could be frustrated just by the denial and refusal of the pitch to rise. Occasional rises in sound could fuel moments of sharp arousal, only to fall and further her frustration.
 
Heather felt him slide off the blindfold and look into her eyes and she blinked rapidly at the sudden light. Another muffled groan coming from her as a bit more drool dripped down her chin, the groan quickly turned to a moan, reluctant as it may be, of pleasurement as he rubbed her hair. She squirmed, moaning against the pain that each movement caused her and then she tried to pull away as he cupped her chin, but was unable to as she shivered and trembled. She convulsed slightly as she saw Mallory's lower parts, dripping with the juices from the ropes and she shuddered at the sight, shaking her head in response to Steven, drool dripping down her chin more rapidly as she shook her head.

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Slut had revolved completely around, and could no longer see Master or Heather, but she could hear them and it brought pride to know that she was Master's favorite slave and she moaned as the ropes kept rubbing against her crotch as she got more wet, she needed desperately to cum and soon as she moaned and whimpered slightly. Then she heard footsteps and heard the whispered words as a smile played in her eyes, drool dripping down her chin. She jolted slightly as she felt his fingers stroking her lower lips as she shuddered and trembled, nearing the edge and then it took one push and she was over the edge, cumming to her delight as she moaned, her face red as well as her neck as she panted, slowly the juices came to stop as she finished cumming and she shivered and trembled, moaning.

Then, just as she was floating on cloud nine from the climax, she felt the vibrator get inserted and moaned as He kissed her forehead and moaned again as it begin to vibrate down there, causing her to become wet once again as she shivered and trembled, and heard his question, answering quickly, delightedly as she murmured, "tanksy....yus, Mster." more drool dripped down her chin as she moaned once more, feeling the vibrator working hard against her lips and working up her juices once again.

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Heather shuddered as she watched, convulsing at the sight, she had wanted to turn away several times, but her movement was limited and she was unable to. She saw Steven walking back towards her and she tried to jerk back again, another yelp of pain, filling the air and she wished that Nathaniel was here. He was much, much nicer than Steven and he wouldn't allow Steven to do this to her.

Heather felt the object that was 1 and a half dildos long slide into her hole and a loud moan came from her as her muscles immediately clenched and wrapped around it and a slight wetness begin as she became aroused. Her cheeks grew red from the humiliation and the involuntary arousal she felt and then she watched Steven walk back towards Mallory dipping the butt plug into her juices, she shuddered, trying to swallow against the ball gag as she felt the butt plug get inserted, she let out a muffled yelp as she squirmed, whimpering in fear and pain at what was to happen.

Then Heather saw him connecting the toys by wires to the piano and her eyes widened slightly as she shivered, wondering what he was going to do, or what was going to happen. Then she felt him play a high note and let out a loud, involuntary moan of pleasure as the vibration through out her clit, pussy and her hole was intense. She heard his words and she tried to shake her head, before he begin to play, but he had began and she moaned as he played feeling the intensity of the different notes, and the intensity of the vibrations the vibrated through her entire pussy as she let out a muffled scream of pleasure, her neck and face turning red as she neared the edge and she shuddered as she panted, and then she felt the vibration decrease in intensity and become soft as she was pushed away from the edge, as she was denied to climax, or orgasm. A moan of frustration came from her as she panted, moaned, squirmed, whimpered, and shuddered with the pleasure she felt, her juices dripping heavily from her as he played the solo to keep her from cliimaxing as she moaned again, looking at him, her eyes glazed over with the pleasure she felt, but also from the need she felt and she tried to speak to him, "pwase et me, um and cimax, pwase." but, she knew he wouldn't listen to her pleas of mercy and she kept moaning and squirming, feeling her juices drip down and soak her completely.
 
"What's that? I can't hear you! Speak up please!" he said, smiling as he continued to play, letting her ride the pleasurable waves while he continued playing, agile fingers softly playing and governing how much arousal she was to feel. And just as the climax of the song rose, so did her shrill moans as the notes began to flutter within her love tunnel, not drenched with her juices. All that remained was for him to open the flood gates and allow her recompense from what could be the most powerful orgasm she have felt. But, before all that could come to fruition, he simply stopped instead of pressing the last key, denying her, for the fourth time the right to cum.

He stood up, feeling his hardness against his jeans. He walked right up to Heather, smiling as he softly stroked her hair. Feeling the sweat slicked hair, he gently leaned in to kiss her forehead. She drooled almost continuously, the degrading torture and humiliation sure to damage her self-worth. "Wasn't that a fabulous piece?" he asked, smiling as he stroked her pussy tantalizingly. There it was, the gateway to a powerful climax yet, just like his words, they quickly vanished, leaving nothing but increased frustration and a sexually starved slave that wanted more.

He turned his attention to Mallory while he left his slave to simmer in her own arousal watching as her own arousal begin to smoulder down. Watching Mallory's wide blue eyes, he gently nudged her nipple. "You must be getting very aroused watching that girl suffer...did you want to be pleasured by master as well?" he asked, smiling as he began to untie his slave from the hogtie. Then, laying her sweaty, roped body to the floor, he undid her ball gag as he kissed her deeply...a kiss that only a lover could give. What honor, for a slave to be kissed like a lover! "You did well, Slut. You make me proud." he whispered, gently rubbing her crotchrope. "My my, you are rather wet and willing. Think you'll be able to go beyond six consecutive orgasms this time?"

The last time she was put on an Climaxathon, she fainted on the sixth consecutive orgasm. Of course, he knew his slave was up to the challenge, but he couldn't ignore that girl Heather's own needs. Softly stuffing a ring gag, he pulled out her tongue to hang outside while she was ring-gagged. Then, he carried his slave right behind Heather. Without any compensation he removed the toys in her body, finding the dildo well-lubricated with her juices. As her anus plug came off, he tied Mallory up to the point where she was suspended vertically, rope from above hoisting her up on a slant where her face was right up on Heather's throbbing, warm clit.

Of course the plug and the dildo entered into her orifice as well, gobbling it all up as he whispered to the two "Yes, you can cum...but I'll leave that to Slut." he whispered, gently stroking Mallory's hair as he turned towards her. "Slut, it's your choice: either you can massage this unruly slave's pussy and let her cum, or you can deny her continually while I drive you to cum until you can take no more!" he whispered, softly starting up slow on his piano as he played a happy, well-paced song. Dancing Limes by Mark Salona. "So, will you give this disobidient slave her climax or will you take your own! Choose only one or I will put on Mr.Stuffy for an entire week!"

If torture was her reward, Mr.Stuffy was her punishment. It was a chastity belt that only allowed her to relieve herself at the toilet, but wasn't enough to arouse herself. Chastity for an entire week, unable to feel arousal? Truly a punishment for her!
 
Heather moaned and practically screamed out in pleasure as sweat dripped down her forehead, and she convulsed time and time again as he continued to play the song and she moaned, drool beginning to drench her chin and sweat dripped down the sides of her face and plastered in her hair. Her face was a beet red and she needed, wanted, desired to cum, but once again, she felt him stopping just before the last note that would have pushed her over the edge and she groaned, moaning out in frustrated pleasure as she squirmed, it was the fourth time that she had come so close to climaxing and then he had just let it fade out. It was torture and it almost made her want him, need him, almost as much as Mallory.

Heather squeezed her eyes shut as she panted, and moaned against the ball gag, then jerked away, a yelp of pain coming from her as he stroked her hair. Then she felt him begin to stroke her pussy and she thought that he would push her over the edge and she'd be relieved, she wanted it and needed it, but instead he pulled away and as he asked the question, she shook her head, trembling as she tried to say, "ooo.........iw wis as orribe iee.." Then she groaned as he turned away from her, she needed to climax and she whimpered, squirming as she whimpered again in pain from the squirming as she watched him go towards Mallory.

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Slut's eyes were slightly watering and she was extremely wet, wishing it was her on the climaxathon, as Heather didn't even deserve to be put on that. She saw Master come towards her and her eyes lit up slightly, perhaps it was her turn now. She bobbed her head up and down in response to the question, nodding. It was only a slight relief for her to be taken down from the hog tie. She moaned as he took off the ball gag, moaning into the kiss as a blush spread over her cheeks and she eagerly pressed forward, wanting more of Master, though she knew that, perhaps, if she tried to do 7 or 8 orgasms, she would get more of Him as a reward.

As He pulled away, she smiled up at him and nodded, hesitating only a bit as she nodded, she was sure she could do it this time, "yes.........yes Master." she murmured, still working her jaw from the ball gag. Then she felt him put in the ring gag and pull her tongue out as she looked up at him, smiling with her eyes, anticipating when she would be put on and she squirmed only a bit as He strung her up and placed the well lubricated toys in her. She moaned slightly and then she shook her head, recalling the one time she had on Mr.Stuffy, she hated it and so she tried to speak with the ring gag, "I....ill..akes.........y on cimaxes." She squirmed slightly so that her mouth and tongue were pressed up against Heather's lower lips, but she didn't do anything, just denied her any pleasure, or arousal as she moaned feeling the climaxathon spring to life as he played the song.

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Heather moaned as she felt Mallory's lips against her own lower pussy lips and she shuddered violently, knowing that she would be denied again. It was torture, she needed and wanted to climax so very badly that she tried to speak again, "oo.........pwase et mee cimaxes." more drool dripped down her chin as she shivered and felt the vibrations of the moaning as she squirmed slightly, moaning, as she squeezed her eyes shut once again, trembling.
 
Hearing the two squirm, struggle and moan brought much joy to him, yet caught in the passion of the music melodies continued, bringning Mallory to the familiar high points of the arousal. He played through many of her favorite tunes: Chopin's piano concerto, No.1. With every note brought upon almost mind-blowing pleasure, compounded by her extremely sore and sensitive pussy orgasms came and went by like a blur, leaving her in a permanent state of afterglow and soreness as each orgasm furthered her sensitivity. Soon enough her eyes were a glazed blue, clear as the skies on a sunny day and no longer reacting to much except a few guttural moans or panting that signified each orgasm that came.

He counted two since he started, but he could be wrong. Meanwhile, Heather must be having quite the time of her life: unable to orgasm as her arousal slowly slithers down to baseline, yet is unable from the feel of Slut's hoarse breath from up close to her needy pussy. It wasn't enough...the girl's wanton tongue against her delicious pussy would be more than enough to bring her to full climax...yet no stimulation from the masochist came. Leaving her in a sexual fugue of arousal and frustration. The jealousy as well...perhaps now she can see what obedience would bring to her...pleasure and his hand to bring her to new heights of arousal.

And then, with one prolonged press, he easily brought the girl to climax fiercely, the high note held for so long that it may have easily brought Heather to climax even if he hasn't even pleasured her at all! Smiling, he watched as Mallory hung like a ragdoll: he wasn't even sure if she reached through six; perhaps she only came, with that added, five times. While many women would feel pain upon further orgasms, he was surprised that she took it all well. Softly untying her rope-marked body, he gently held her close, slowly removing the ring gag and the sexual implements on her anus and her pussy.

Then, carrying her before Heather, romantically he leaned in and kissed his starry-eyed slave. "Good work, Mallory." to hear her name being used...it truly meant that Master was very pleased with her performance. Then, he softly carried her away, laying her to rest on his bed. A bath with her master was to come after; for now she needed to warm herself. Aftercare was crucial. Gently rubbing her fair wrists, he kissed her gently, saying "I'll join you after I take care of that girl..." he whispered to her ear, not knowing if she was still awake from the intensity as he left, returning to the rebellious Heather.

Now on the peak of desperation, it was clear who had the upper hand now. "No, I won't let you cum so let this be a lesson to you." he said, softly stuffing a vibrator inside of her pussy, but this one was special: it had a key hole right where the speed settings should be. "Only your new master has the key. If he wants you to cum he will turn this key and let you ride away a mind-blowing orgasm. If not, then he will simply let you endure chastity until you are returned to me. Trying to cum any other way will lead only to more punishment...am I clear?" he asked, softly untying her bonds but he left her ball gag on and her arm binder steady.

She was to be transported, after all. Taking the girl, forcing her to hobble along from weak arms, he brought her to his room, where he bound her arm-binder to a small hook on the roof as he went to bed, slowly removing his shirt as he kissed Mallory deeply, hand softly stroking her pussy. While she was weak, he said to her in a voice that perhaps Heather could hear. "Slut...do you want to give me a good blow?" he asked, slowly beginning to undo his trousers...
 
Mallory moaned with the increasing pleasure she felt as she nearly bucked with each new vibration, moaning out in pleasure as she got increasingly wet. Her body convulsed, as she shuddered, moaning out, practically screaming, muffled screams of pleasure as she climaxed over and over again. She was on cloud nine and then she came back down from cloud nine to the pulsing, moaning, and pounding pleasure of the vibrator, of the climaxathon and her body convulsed again, her eyes becoming glazed as she shuddered and climaxed once more, whimpering and moaning as she finally climaxed once more, for the final time, making it seven consecutive climaxes before she finally collapsing, panting, moaning and weak from climaxing seven times as she shuddered and tremors rippled through her body as she became limp in the ropes that held her, her eyes glazed over as slowly she floated back down from her last climax as she moaned out again, softly, feeling him untie her as she moaned out again, laying her head against his chest as he held her close, still slightly trembling from the seven orgasms she had.

She moaned into the kiss as a soft murmur left her lips afterwards, her voice clearly pointing out that she was dazed, "thank......thank you Master." she laid on the bed as she smiled softly and nodded, moaning slightly into the second kiss. She loved it, though, she was weak, she loved the feeling of being able to please Master, of being brought to cloud nine again and again, it was pure ecstasy for her as she laid on the bed, slowly beginning to get back to partially normal, her dazed state ebbing away from her as her eyes became a clear blue again as she rested.

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Heather had moaned and squirmed feeling the need to climax so very strong that she actually felt tears of frustration, and, of, jealousy prickle her eyes and roll down her cheeks. She shuddered and convulsed, nearing the edge, but never once was she able to climax and she hated the feeling of need that filled her entire body. That raced through her bloodstream, the need that pulsed through her lower parts, the frustration, the want, the desire. She moaned and whimpered, squirming in the ropes, long after her new Master had taken Mallory away and had laid her down in the bed. She whimpered, feeling pain the squirming had caused and tears continued to drip down her face as she saw him come over to her again and she squeezed her eyes shut, hearing his words as she convulse with pure need when she felt the vibrator slide into her, yet it didn't once vibrate.

She felt her knees buckle as he helped her up and untied her as she nodded, blushing a fierce red as she tried to murmur, "wes.....Maser." more drool dripped out as she finally managed to get control of the tears the flowed down her cheeks and she stopped crying as she followed him, being forced to hobble and she trembled as she was hung from a hook in the ceiling. She swallowed hard and looked down at her knees, seeing that they were a dark blue with bruises, she could barely stand on them, but if she put all her weight on just her arms, pain seared through her shoulders as if her arms were being ripped from her sockets and she whimpered as she tried to stand, her toes barely scraping the floor as she managed to take some of the pain off her arms as she heard him speaking to Mallory and she swallowed hard as she looked down again, trying to concentrate on staying upright.

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Mallory was on her way to recovery and she looked at him as he got back on the bed. She moaned into the kiss, smiling softly again as she nodded eagerly. She was always eager when she got a taste of her Master's member, it meant that she had done well for the day and she smiled softly again as the thought of that brought her happiness. She murmured, "yes please, Master?" she asked it in a question, unsure if he was serious or not, but she saw him undoing his trousers and her anticipation slowly grew, as she realized he was serious.
 
Of course, snuggly aftercare was something that even his degraded slave deserved after an intense session being forced to orgasm time and time again. He softly leaned his nose against Slut's nose, gently pressing down on her as they play-wrestled, hands against her wrists as he softly pinched her pink nipple. "What did you like better? Denying Heather an orgasm or orgasming again and again?" he asked curiously, gently rubbing down her loins as he cast the blanket above them...fingers gently inserting in and out of her love tunnel as she spoke. Then, he softly kissed her, tongue lavishing within her own as he pulled away, a trail of saliva following his tongue.

Then, he turned his attention towards Heather. He could see the agony in her eyes, so he decided to show her a single ounce of mercy. Lowering the ropes that held her suspended, he decided to let her rest on the flat of her foot, to relieve the stress she had endured on her knees and on her arms. Looking at her flustered, drooling face he softly kissed her lower lip, whispering "Disobedience is punished...obedience is rewarded in my presence. Which do you choose?" he asked, softly taking the key that he had and turning it, letting the vibrator slowly work her out when the speed was barely able to let her cum, instead only raising her libido as the vibrator continued to excite her already weary and jealous pussy.

Then, walking back towards Slut, he asked her "Do you think Heather deserves to suffer even more?" he asked, gently turning her to look right at Heather, smiling as he began to caress her gently. Even though she was tired she made it known she was ready for more. Perhaps he wanted to clamp down those defiant perky nubs? Or perhaps wrap her in so much plastic that she felt like a mummy stored away for all time? Of course, he wondered what his masochist would say, smiling as he slipped in the ring gag he had reserved for her, slowly gagging her. It was a custom to sleep gagged in some way: if she had been bad she would be ball-gagged for an entire night. Being ring gagged meant she was going to get something special tonight...

But before that, he walked up as he turned the vibrator a tad more: now, she was just a few inches from climaxing, yet nothing came. No matter how hard she would try, it wasn't enough. Then, with a gentle kiss to her cheek, he walked right up to Slut, gently laying down with his hardness peaking up against his boxers. "Why not give me a good gagged blowjob?" he asked. Her hands were free to work him out before finishing off in her mouth. Perhaps after...he could take her from the rear...

He just hoped Heather was enjoying the show, however; witnessing the pleasure she would not be able to attain! Not with that attitude, atleast!
 
Slut moaned softly as she felt his fingers rubbing her lower parts and moaned into the kiss as she smiled softly and blushed a bit as she answered, "Master you should know, orgasming again and again." she murmured as she leaned forward, a bit eagerly, but she knew that he had Heather to deal with as well and so when he drew away, she watched him go. She was patient, but only for a little while as she watched him lower Heather so she could stand on two feet.

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Heather let out just a slight moan of relief coming from her as she felt him lower her to where she was laying flat against the ground and she trembled looking at him. She sighed softly as the pain became a dull throb in her knees and in her arms as she looked up at him. She moaned as he leaned down to kiss her lower lip and she tried to speak, swallowing back her saliva as she garbled out a response that sounded like obedience, but came out, "ooedience." Then she jolted as she felt the vibrator begin to barely vibrate, though, not enough to let her cum and she moaned as she squirmed against the ground, watching him walk away.

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Slut looked up as he returned to her and she smiled softly and then nodded in response to his question, "She was pretty disobedient yesterday when she first got here and she fought tooth and nail when you tried to tie her up, so I think she deserves a bit more punishment." she giggled softly and shrugged, moaning as she felt him caress her and then the moans became a bit muffled as he pushed a ring gag in her mouth as she opened up her mouth willingly so it'd be easier for him to put it in and she looked up at him, her eyes showing anticipation and eagerness. Then she waited for him to return after once again dealing with Heather.

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Heather jolted and whimpered, moaning as he turned on the vibrator more, but still not enough to make her climax and she whimpered, squirming against the floor again as she moaned slightly, feeling him kiss her cheek. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could just climax, she needed to and wanted to so very badly as she squirmed and writhed with the vibrations that was never enough to make her climax as she opened her eyes again, whimpering and moaning.

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Slut moaned as she nodded, eager, and anticipating being able to play with his member and being able to taste his member in her mouth as she leaned forward and tugged his boxers down so that she could release his member and get to work. She let her hands go to it and her nimble finger tips start to caress and message it as she curled one hand around his member as she begin to stroke it and her other hand went to message and caress his balls. She moaned as she felt his member in her hand, it brought her excitement to be able to please him and she moaned slightly again as she kept stroking him, working him up before she would finish him off with her mouth.
 
He quickly frowned. "Yes I knew that. Don't act smart, slut. I was simply testing you." He slapped her playfully, only to follow up with a kiss to the affected area. Quirky shows of affection like this, all while maintaining the designation of Submissive and Dominant between them. "There. That gag should teach you not to smart talk your Master." he said, smiling as he noticed that the first signs of drooling as a thin strand of drool fell from her open-gagged mouth.

Slut should be used to wearing gags now. Once, he had her wear one for an entire day. She complained that her jaw was cramping non-stop soon after, but nevertheless she enjoyed it all with a smile and kissed him tenderly. Of course she was punished with a harsh balltie in the cage but he knew that must have been what she wanted. Knowing that he was well in experienced hands and mouth he simply let her work him out, feeling himself harden before her hands.

Feeling long winding strokes slowly fan the flames of his libido, feeling ticklish when her fingers played with his jewels he cocked his head back, moaning. "Ahhn...that's good." Of course he looked back to see Heather's reaction. Just how frustrated was she growing, watching their increasingly passionate exchange while she languishes in limbo, unable to cum yet feeling the sting of the arousal weakening her legs? Drool falling down her ball-gagged mouth, he noticed sweat begin to collect, the position all but forgiving and her body almost white-hot.

Feeling himself reach peak hardness, he felt the slipperiness of her lips take him over. With her lips gagged she made good use of her tongue, forcing him to moan softly as he grasped her hair, cocking her head in and out, in and out. A few laps against his testicles brought him to cloud nine, as he exploded inside of her with an audible sigh, filling her mouth with his male honey.

Leaving him to pant, he noticed the bright fluster on Slut's cheeks. "Clean up everything...swallow it all up. Slaves mustn't waste their master's seed." he said, softly smiling as he felt her clean away all of the semen around and on his cock. Afterwards, despite the fact she smelled of arousal, saliva and sex, he bound her arms together behind her in her sleeping 'arm binder', sneaking in a butterfly clit vibrator as she was teased to sleep. "Good night."

Given how Slut spent many nights sleeping like this, she must have gotten used to sleeping bound, gagged and enduring the slow hum of some toy against her love tunnel. It would take time, but sleep would be rewarded by dreams of such lewd fantasies...all while Heather watched the two resting, stuck in her own hell of defiance and punishment.

Such stark contrast...when will she learn her place?
 
Slut moaned as he slapped her, then kissed her cheek as a thin line of drool seeped from her mouth as she kept stroking him, feeling him grow hard in her hands, it brought a smile to her eyes. Then she leaned down and started to suck his member, gagging slightly as she took him all the way in, she pressed her tongue up against his sensitive underside and and ran it up along the length as she sucked on him, slightly drooling. It wasn't long before she felt his member begin to quiver as she leaned forward and begin to lick his balls. She felt his balls tightened and then moaned out as she felt him explode in her mouth and quickly swallowed, cherishing his thick liquid as if it were the ambrosia of a God. Then she cleaned it off as she licked and swallowed the last of the semen and then she moaned slightly as he bound her arms and she felt him slip in the vibrator as she squirmed slightly and then slowly she allowed herself to close her eyes and doze off, another last moan coming from her as she let sleep overtake her, tired out from the pleasures of the day, and the climaxes of the day.

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Heather moaned and whimpered as she squirmed, still unable to climax, but being held near the edge by the vibrator. She saw the two of them lying on the bed and beginning to fall asleep and she wished she could be up there, under the covers on the bed, instead of on the floor. She knew that Master wasn't going to come back and relieve her and she felt tears prickle her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away as she rolled over on her side and pulled her knees up against her belly, laying her head down on them as another moan came from her and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get herself to sleep as she curled up, to the best of her ability, drool dripping down her mouth as she moaned again, still near the edge of climax. Then she started to whimper as she squirmed slightly, moaning again, as she tried to count sheep in her head, trying to distract herself as she slowly found herself falling asleep.
 
He found his eyes awakening to see the gagged and bound form of Slut, her body softly writhing against the vibrator that kept the coals of her arousal smouldering. What lewd dreams drove her wet in the realm of sleep, what creative positions did she endure within the holds of her submission? She was a slave to him; body and soul belonged all to his pleasure. Stroking her cheeks and her sweat-slicked bluish black hair, he gently kissed her gagged lips.

She roused to gentle wakefulness, the flush on her cheeks making it clear she wanted more...or atleast, as much as her fragile masochistic body could take. "Good evening, Slut." he whispered, softly stroking her hair and laying a kiss down onto her cheeks. She was gorgeous when gagged, watching her quivering lips drooling as a hand softly caressed her tender folds, stimulating her already hot lips. "How was your sleep?" he asked, gently inserting a single finger as he leaned forward, biting her nipple tenderly whilst the tongue gently flicked against the erect pink nub.

"Wake up, Wake up!" said master as he turned up Heather's vibrator to a very excruciating speed. Like bait dangled out before a fish, he simply turned it off just when she fully realized that the opportunity to cum was just within reach...only for that dream to end entirely. "Good to see you're up and ready for more...sadly, that's as far as I go. I have a little bondage set up ready for Slut and you're going to my brother. He's a softie, but I don't think he'll have the inclination to let you go over the top." he said, smiling.

Of course, that did mean she was released from the strappado, but not from the arm binder. Walking towards Slut, he whispered "I'm going to freshen up and prepare the transportation for this whore...in the meanwhile why don't you pleasure the girl? Don't let her cum either." he asked, kissing her cheeks as her hands were freed from the arm binder. However, she was still ring-gagged: that was for her to decide whether or not she could ungag herself.

Kissing Slut one more time, he then took a bathrobe and a towel as he walked inside the washroom, leaving Heather to endure Slut's attentions before she would be 'clothed' for transportation.
 
Slut moaned as she blinked and slowly opened her eyes, being gently awakened as she looked at her Master, before she felt him take out her vibrator and stroke her hot and wet lower lips as she leaned up, her tongue out as if she wanted, needed, desired more, so much more. She moaned out again as she squirmed slightly and then watched him stand up and go over to Heather. She almost grinned, and if she could have, she would have, watching Heather suffer when she could be having pleasure everyday like herself. Then she watched as her Master finished rousing Heather awake and walked back over to her, releasing her arm binder and Slut sat up as she watched him take the bathrobe and towel and head towards the restroom.

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Heather yelped, jumping awake as she realized she had the chance to climax as she felt the vibrator that had kept her up most of the night being turned up to the highest level. Then a groan of frustration left her lips as he turned it off completely and took it out, as she floated back down, unable to climax. She squeezed her eyes shut, she didn't want to wake up, and she was tired, only having got 2 hours of good sleep, if you could call 2 hours of dreams about Steven and his pleasure, good sleep. She moaned out, trying to stretch out as she heard several joints pop and pull all simultaneously, a gagged whimper coming from her. Her jaw was sore from the ball gag being in all night and her knees were swollen from yesterday, black and blue in color and as big as a baseball along the knee cap. She whimpered when she saw the damage, then her eyes lit up as she heard that she was going to his brother that day, his brother was kinder and she sighed softly in relief as he left, her eyes slightly widening as she heard him leave Mallory in charge of her, she tried to shake her head, but knew it was no use, Mallory was going to make her suffer more, just before she went to Nathaniel.

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Slut reached up and took the ring gag off as she stood up, feeling her own muscles and joints popping as she smiled deviously towards Heather. She advanced on Heathers bound form and sunk to Heather's level, laying down with her head between her legs and her lips against Heather's lower lips. She heard Heather moan out a protest and then she begin to get to work, she worked with her mouth to bring Heather to the edge and to leave her hovering there, working just enough so that it left her hovering there, but never allowed her to cum. Her mouth and jaw were slightly sore from the ring gag, but she worked her mouth, tongue, and lips expertly against Heather's clit, making her suffer from denial once again.

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Heather jolted and moaned out, feeling extreme pleasure as she was brought near the edge again, she needed desperately to climax and yet Mallory wouldn't let her, but she moaned out, drool dripping out of her mouth as juices dripped from her pussy and she wished that her suffering would just end and she could go to Nathaniel as she moaned, shuddered and whimpered with the pleasure and whimpered with the orgasm denial.
 
Soon enough, Steven finished cleaning himself up as he exited the bathroom, pleasantly surprised at watching Slut work Heather up even further. There, he knelt down and stroked Slut's hair as if she was a dog who had done well to impress her master. "Good work. I can tell our little slut is rather well flustered and ready for packaging." he said, "For now, Slut, you can prepare us something to eat for dinner. I have a little preparation to go through with." Of course, not without him taking out a fair white apron, tying it around her and then sneaking in a pink vibrator into her pussy, leaving the remote at the pocket.

Naked apron while cooking dinner...fantastic! "You'll have plenty of time to be in bondage right after, so don't worry yourself~" he whispered, softly sending her off, leaving him with the lonesome company of Heather. She had been in bondage for such a long time he started to worry that she might end up hurting herself in the long run. True, he was particularly brutal and cruel with her and all...but this was to be deserved. Any form of defiance was to be treated with extreme prejudice.

"You look like you had a rough time." he whispered, gently untying her from the position, removing the ropes and the straps, though the gag was the last to go. "Now that you've learned your lesson...perhaps you can give me a blow job before I go off and prepare you for packaging." he said, smiling softly as he sat down, legs spread slightly as an invitation for her. "If you don't get me off, I will make sure you travel Slut class back to where my brother lives.
 
Slut felt him petting her head and she pulled away from Heather, blushing slightly as a soft moan came from her. She wanted more, but she knew it would have to wait and she stood up as she walked off to fix dinner. She was pleasantly surprised to find that she had a vibrator and even more so to see the remote in her pocket and she turned it on to medium speed as she prepared dinner for the three of them.

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Heather watched Mallory go and her eyes flickered back on her Master, her face was still flustered and she nodded meekly when he said that. A loud sigh of relief passed her lips as she was able to stretch out her arms and was able to work her sore jaw. She bit her bottom lip and she realized that he hadn't gotten dressed for a reason. She didn't want to do it, but she knew she'd suffer if she didn't. She knew that she would again learn her lesson the hard way and she didn't want that either. She leaned forward, nodding her head to his request, as she slowly took him into her mouth. She had never told anyone about the horrible nickname that she had been called by her exes through out high school and she had a reason it was horrible and a rather bad memory for her, but it was true, and that's what made it worse. They had called her Blowing Heather because she had been a natural at blow jobs and it was rumored around the school that she was the best blower there. She winced at the memory, but then she wondered briefly, if she were to give him the best blow she could, would he reward her.

She decided it was worth a try and slowly she slid him back out until only the tip was in her mouth, from there she started to explore every inch of it with her tongue, running her tongue several times over the sensitive underside as she let out only the slightest moan, sending vibrations shivering their way down his member. All the while, her lips created a suctioning motion and her teeth lightly scraped against the top of it, usually, with all this in play it was enough to have her exes begging for more, or to have them experience shivers of delight passing through them.

She pressed her tongue against the small hole, finding a treasure there, a slight drip of precum and she licked it up all as she slowly worked, nibbled, sucked, licked, and moaned her way, all the way to his shaft, and to the base of his hilt. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft several times, scraping her teeth gently and lightly along the top of it as her tongue caressed the bottom of it and she even went a bit further, poking her tongue out and wrapping it around his balls as she sucked on his member to give him more pleasure. She shuddered slightly, but she knew that in the end, this would pay off, so she kept pleasuring him, moaning to cause vibrations, licking at his balls, sucking and scraping her teeth along the top of his member as a fierce, dark red blush spread over her cheeks and her eyes darted upwards as she worked on his member, to meet his eyes.
 
Every little attention to detail that his slave had given brought him to a peak like none other! She was far better than Mallory, even with the fact that the blue-haired girl worshiped his cock like a Mayan god that demanded the sacrifice of throbbing, warm pussy meat. The way her tongue danced about his hardened shaft showed experience. Why wasn't he aware that she could give such good blow jobs?! Feeling her tongue beneath his erect tip was a tantalizing sensation that almost wanted him to pin her down and fuck her hard. But even so...he felt her warmth coat him entirely, her tongue gently caressing his jewels.

"UUghnn...Ahhnnn~!" he moaned out, unable to hold back the breathy groan as he grasped her hair, not wanting her to leave or even remotely finish him: he wanted only her mouth around his member, to feel her tongue caress his testicle, to feel her teeth brush gently against his tip and for her to taste his precum. "G-gooohhd...you're a natural!" he gasped out, moaning. And he thought Slut gave the best blowjobs! Boy, was he wrong! "Faster! Faster! Ahhhuuu!" he was usually alot more controlled and composed, but the way she gave him service made him moan out, perhaps making Slut jealous.

After awhile, he managed to climax, unloading his masculine honey all over her orifice. Pulling away, threads of semen clung to her lips and her open mouth. "Good. Lick it all clean." he found himself panting and tired, quite spent yet wanting more. By this time, Slut would have gone up and witnessed the scene. No doubt she'd be jealous that the rebellious whore had serviced her master despite the devotion she had shown for him.

"Dinner is fixed, I assume, slave?" he asked, smiling as he turned towards Heather. "Prepare her for the transportation." he said, "Just use the arm binder this time." Of course he referred to the crate that she would be delivered in. Though this time he was kind enough not to put her in a full latex body suit to further her torment. "You'll have enough time to cum in my presence when we're done packing her up." he whispered to Slut, gently sliding a finger in as he softly felt up her tender flesh, kissing his slave as he pressed her body against him.
 
Heather blushed a deep red upon hearing his moans, and she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. She decided that it was a good thing and she kept sucking, nibbling his member as her tongue lapped and licked at his balls, there was once or twice when she gagged and it was only when he slipped his hands through her hair and grasped it, pulling her further down, and she felt him slide deeper into her throat and she kept working him. It seemed as if the shoe was on the other foot and she was tempted to pull away, to do the same to him that he had done to her and deny him the right to orgasm, but she kept working him. She supposed she was afraid of him because she didn't want punishment or denial. Then she heard him say that and she blushed a deeper red, as she moaned again, a moan of a slight thank you and appreciation for the compliment. She kept working him, until she heard his last moan and felt him beginning to climax wildly, spewing his cum into her mouth and that was the second time she gagged, a bit from the taste of it.

Though, she swallowed it and as he pulled out of her mouth, she heard his words and, still, flushing a deep red leaned forward and licked him clean. She heard him and she trembled, she still didn't like the sound of arm binder, but she supposed she didn't really have a say when it came with Steven, one of her Masters. Though, she was relieved to be going to her other Master, a kinder one that treated her as a human and not just a fuck toy. She watched as he walked to the kitchen to eat his dinner.

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Slut felt herself go red hot with jealousy, why couldn't she make Master moan like that? She kept cooking dinner as she heard the moaneds and the words her Master spoke to such an undeserving slave. She was furious, then a bit saddened, but she wouldn't show it, she fixed up her Master's plate and set it down on the table, walking back, in time to witness the last scene, him cumming in her mouth. She felt her face turn a beet red and she wanted to go up and torture Heather, wanted to rip her limb by limb, but she composed herself and said, "yes.......yes Master, dinner is done and yes, Master." She knew better than to argue with him, then she saw him come up to her and it soothed her anger as she felt his fingers lightly play along the flesh of her already wet, willing, and hot sex and grab her in a hug and a tender kiss, pressing her body to fit his.

She went to work, ushering Heather into the crate, and binding her arms behind her back. She was a bit more compliant, only giving out feeble protests, then again Slut couldn't really blame her, the body aches that Heather felt from being bound the way she was for hours must have been great, but after fifteen minutes, she had her ready for transportation and went to join her Master for dinner. She looked up at him, blushing as she adverted her eyes, lowering herself to her knees beside him, as if an obedient dog coming to sit by their Master at dinner time and she smiled as she murmured, "she's ready to be transported, Master."
 
Bound to an armbinder, he was pleased to see that his slut Heather was ready for transportation. Except... "She looks quite aghast, doesn't she?" he asked Slut, gently pressing her chin closer for an affectionate kiss. Weary with the frustration obvious in her face, eyes reddened with tears, her short blonde hair was quite slicked with sweat. Naked aside from the chastity belt, the gag, the collar and the arm binder, he decided to take it a step further as he had her ball-gagged, ankles bound to her thighs in a frogtie to make her stay even more uncomfortable. While there was enough circulation of air outside and onto the crate, the darkness within made it hard to see what was inside the package.

Turning up the vibrator, yet again it was only on an agonizingly close speed. She COULD have rubbed herself to get her off, but given the chastity belt, that was impossible. Gently affixing two clamps onto her nipples, despite her pleas and cries of mercy he had her transported, where he then went back to his slave, Slut as they watched the box being carried off by his courier. In a few hours she would be given to him. Just how will she weather off denied orgasms for two whole hours until she is given to Nathaniel?

Then, he turned around to Slut. "Wear this." he whispered, smiling as he handed her a ball gag...


Dinner was most fine. Drinking fine wine while he dined, watching his Slave suffer. She was bound up into a hogtie like before, with a few exceptions: clad in her school uniform, white panties stained dark with her juices she revolved slowly. Snuck within her snatch behind the crotchrope was a 'reactive' vibrator. Given how he had it programmed himself, it would speed up or slow down depending on random chance. But mostly, it served to deny her orgasms.

"You did a good job back there, Slut." he said, raising his glass for a toast, yet he knew there was no way she'd return it. "I'll gladly pay for that. While she got a blowjob, you'll get a thorough fucking tonight." he said. Once he promised to fuck her until she was satisfied and he found himself exhausted and his slut wanting more. So instead, he just promised her a good round of penetration sex.

"Answer me this, Slut! What do you feel the greatest sensation is? A single orgasm or a thousand orgasm denials?" he asked, curiously as with a silent beep, the vibrator suddenly spiked in speed, quickly bringing her close to an orgasm before slowing down...
 
Heather had the ball gag back in and was bound with a chastity belt on, a vibrator attached to it. Her eyes widened slightly as she heard Master talking to Slut and she tried to shake her head, but she knew that they couldn't really see that well into the crate. Then she yelped as she felt Slut going to work at His bidding and bind her feet to her thighs as she whimpered, drool dripping down her chin. She wished that he would stop punishing her, hadn't she pleasured him, hadn't she done something right? Where was her reward? She whimpered as Slut turned up the vibrator to where she was on the edge, but was never near enough to climax and she whimpered as she felt Slut clamp on something to her nipples that made them hard and turned them red, sore and tender as she whimpered, drool dripping down her chin as she felt the crate being picked up and her eyes widened as she broke out in a cold sweat, she was going to travel, and never be able to climax.

She swallowed hard and squirmed, but to no use as she was carried away. For two hours, she sweated, moaned, whimpered, and groaned with the vibrator that kept her at the edge, but that never let her climax. For two hours, her nipples burned and glowed a beet red with the clamps and she hoped that she would get out and see Nathaniel. He, at least, would treat her better than his brother.

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Slut nodded and moaned into her Master's kiss as she smiled and giggled almost gleefully, now, it was time to reenact her revenge on Heather. She did her up and returned to her Master, looking up at him. She looked at the ball gag as he handed it to her and she strapped it on herself. Within a hours time, she was in her school uniform that Master sometimes made her wear, and done up in the same hogtie as she was in after her nap with Master. She blushed as she felt her panties soaked with her juices as if she had soiled herself and she listened to Master and felt her eyes light up with anticipation for the penetration she would feel that night when they went to bed.

She heard his question and she moaned out as the vibrator sped up, bringing her to the edge, just to slow down and take her away from the edge before she could climax. She moaned and squirmed, her juices dripping heavily as drool dripped to the ground and she tried to speak, her bluish black hair soaked with sweat and her face flustered, "a......tousad....orasm enias......" it came out garbled and followed with a moan as she squirmed slightly with the hogtie position she was in as she looked at her Master.
 
The Courier knew not what was inside, yet resolved not to look even when a few gasps could be heard. Must be his imagination, no? Even so...Heather would have no doubt experienced denial after denial, the bitter torture of the orgasm being withheld the punishment in itself. By the time the package had come to Nathaniel's small abode, she was probably a sweaty, drooling and possibly crying wreck. Nathaniel knew what was inside, yet sighed as he wrote his signature onto the ordering form and watched him walk away after hauling the box inside.

Opening it, he was quick to hold the tired and utterly exhausted Heather. Just the look on her eyes...it had been just the first day she spent with Steven 'seriously' , so he was a bit...concerned about her. Slowly undoing the gag, trails of drool chased the bright red ball as he threw it aside.

There was no lie, however: his manhood was slightly hard witnessing her clamped and tortured nipples. A key dangled from her collar: it had to take his full force to lift Heather up and place her onto the sofa. "D-did you want something to drink?" he asked, coming back with a pair of safety scissors, perhaps to remove the hand mitts she wore...



"A fine choice! Perhaps you'd love to experience just that tonight?" he asked, taking more out of his meal to eat as he dined while reveling in her suffering. Watching her rotate, seeing her flustered cheeks complimenting her glazed-over eyes...he stood up and stroked her hair. She was going to suffer for this one; surely her next predicament wouldn't be as bad! ...He thought!

"I love watching you suffer...so just for that, I'm going to tell you not to cum at any cost. Am I clear?" he asked, spiking up the vibrator's range to high, just to test her resolve. "You are not to cum unless I say so. If you've been a good slut you'll do as you are told!" he said, taking another seat back just to watch her struggle with the humiliation and her misery.
 
Heather was soon out of the crate and in the arms of Nathanial, a quiet sob coming from her as he held her. When she had first managed to get out of the box, her knees had buckled underneath her, and, it was fortunate that he was there to catch her, or she'd have fallen. Her knees were black and blue, so putting just a bit of weight on them caused her pain and she worked her jaw as he took the ball gag out. She blushed in shame as strands of saliva followed the ball and blushed even more as she realized how much sweat her body had produced in two hours from time after time of orgasm denial.

Still, the vibrator buzzed within her, denying her again, the only thing to stop it was the key that she heard clink against the collar around her neck. It'd take off the chastity belt and deactivate it, so that the vibrations from the small toy attached to it would stop. She gratefully sat down on the couch and nodded as she murmured, "just a water....please....please Master." the uttered sentence was followed by a soft moan and she looked up as he returned with scissors and water. She looked at the scissors and asked, "what..........what are those for Master?"

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Slut whimpered and rotated in the hogtie she was in as she moaned out. Her eyes widened slightly as she blushed and moaned again when she felt his hand on her hair. She relished every touch from her Master, every punishment, knowing it caused him pleasure. As the vibrator spiked up, she let out a louder moan of pleasure, bringing brought up to the edge as her face turned a bright red in color and she broke out in sweat as she begin to fight the urge to cum. She moaned and squirmed, still fighting the urge as it kept her on the edge, the only thing that made Slut stay on the edge was her resistance, otherwise she would had cummed several times to her hearts delight right now. She moaned and felt her muscles clench around the toy as she moaned and fought off the climax. Her face a beet red as she moaned again, knowing she couldn't climax until he uttered the word and sweat pooled on her forehead, beginning to drip down to the floor as drool dripped down more rapidly as well.
 
Even though Nathaniel found no pleasure in bondage and submission, he was still quite aroused just watching Heather's naked and aroused form, eyes quite glassy from the repeated denials as she drifted through the afterglow. it was cruel, yet not once, up to this point had he found it...the least bit arousing. A fluster upon his cheeks, he tried to keep himself calm, all while trying to fend off the inevitable call of the more animalistic side of his mind. One that wanted to fuck her to oblivion.

"A-ah. I was planning to remove those mitts." he said softly, gently sliding the sharp edge as he snipped the cloth that bound it to her wrist. His brother would have no doubt been angry had he done so, but he cared not and would more than likely reimburse it when he returns the gear to him. Handing her a glass of water, Nathaniel took the key, noticing that on it wrote 'slut'.

Just the mere thought of what the key opened made him blush, eyes upon the metal chastity belt and the wetness that dripped from her thighs. She reeked of arousal and sweat, it would take a shower to perhaps clean all of that off!

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Noticing her climbing closer and closer, he turned off the vibrator almost immediately, raising a toast as he finished his meal. Watching her struggle as her arousal was denied yet another time, after she had been denied effectively he did untie her from the harsh hogtie, but kept the gag on. She was to suffer more and more abuse; so he thought it would be appropriate to hear her gagged whining and the helpless struggles she may have.

She was then brought to his room, where she was to be 'bound' onto what was known as the 'chair'. He hoped this would create a squeal of delight as to what the torture was: against the wall it was a sybian with a dildo and a butt plug. With small chains that allow for confinement without the need for strict bondage, this would allow her to cum all night long, until she literally blacks out.

But before that, he removed the gag, smiling. "Now. Blow me off well. I want you to beat Heather at it or I'm not going to have you ride the chair."
 
Heather took a long drink of the water, feeling it's cooling invitation as she sighed softly, finishing it as he took the key from her neck. She blushed slightly, then looked up at him as she noticed him turning the key over as if in thought. She wondered briefly what it was that he was thinking, but she merely shrugged her shoulders. She longed for a shower, to clean off the sweat and to clean off the arousal. She also longed for him spending two hours, confined in a box, with continuous orgasm denial had turned her into a needy slave who desired to orgasm, just once, at least once and she would be happy.

She watched him, biting her lower lip and chewing on it.

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Slut moaned as he turned off the vibrator again, denying her orgasm and she looked at him, he was taking her down from the hogtie, was he done for the night? A small groan of disappointment came from her, then she felt him put her down in the chair and a squeal of delight came from her as she squirmed slightly, anticipating the ride the chair would give her. Then she felt him take off her gag and heard his words. She swallowed hard, she wasn't sure if she could beat Heather, but she would try her best because she wanted so bad to be able to ride the chair.

She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, her tongue coming up to caress his shaft as she begin to suck. She pressed her teeth together gently causing her bottom teeth to scrape just lightly over the sensitive bottom side and her top teeth to scrape just lightly over the upper side of his shaft. She moaned, causing vibrations to shiver their way down his member as she licked, nibbled, scraped, sucked her way to the base. Once at the base, her tongue reached down and caressed his jewels. Then she leaned forward allowing him to slide into the back of her throat. As she licked his balls, she also begin to deepthroat him, sucking, but also swallowing to cause her guttural walls to clench around him and pull down on him, almost as if she, and her throat were trying to milk him of his cum. She kept sucking, and swallowing as moan after moan sent vibrations down his member and her tongue wrapped around nearly every inch of his balls as she looked up at him, wondering if she was doing better than Heather.
 
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