The next morning I woke with my alarm. I opened my eyes and there was my slave, kneeling beside my bed with a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. She held out the cup, and as soon I took it, she quickly jumped up and rushed out of my room. I sat on the side of my bed and smiled. Yes, she did the same thing she had done ever since she got here. However today was different. She had purpose, focus, and as I had watched her leave the room with a bounce in her step. I shook my head and headed for the shower.
I walked into the bathroom and chuckled. Carrie was bending over the tub, her naked ass pointed right at me. I wanted to walk over and shove my cock deep inside her center. But I knew I couldn't. I watched her as she worked to make sure the temperature was perfect before she stood and gasped when she saw me.
"Is it ready slave?" I demanded.
"Yes master," She answered her lips curling into a slight smile.
"I want my tan cargo pants and the blue button up shirt on my bed when I get out." I instructed.
"Yes Master." She answered again and started to leave.
"Also, I want an egg sandwich with cheese this morning." I barked as I climbed into the shower.
"Yes Master." She almost gushed and she rushed by.
Twenty minutes later, I walked out of my bedroom dressed. I sat at the table with Carrie kneeling beside me, her arms behind her.
"What is rule one slave?" I asked.
"You are my Master and this slave will obey you." She answered quickly without hesitation.
"Tell me the rest of your rules." I said trying to be as stern as possible.
1.I will wear only what I you allow.
2.I will ask for permission for anything.
3.Each morning you will assign tasks for your slave to complete each day."
Carrie listed each rule one after the other until she had recited each one. When she finished, she looked at my feet and licked her lips.
"Good slave." I said and could have sworn her whole body trembled. I smiled despite myself and looked down at her. "Go get me a pen and paper." I demanded as I ate my sandwich.
Carrie jumped up and hurried to my desk. She brought back a pad of paper and a pen and sat it on the table in front of me. She stepped back and dropped to her knees again. I sat there finishing my breakfast and started to write her tasks for the day.
"Do you know how to cook" I asked.
"Oh, yes Master. My mother taught me how to cook." She gushed in spite of herself.
By the time, I finished I had four tasks on the pad.
1.You will inventory the kitchen.
2.You will prepare a list of everything you need to prepare meals for the next week.
3.You will inventory all the cleaning supplies and list what you need to keep the place clean.
4.You will list all personal items you need, including make-up, shampoo, razors, and feminine products.
"When you finish your tasks, you will go to your room and stay there until you need to start dinner. Have it ready at 5:30 and plan on two guests." I pulled the page off the pad and placed it on the table. Carrie didn't move but stayed in position. I turned and faced her, I marveled at her beauty. Her hair was perfect. Her body was glowing, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. If I didn't know better, I think she was happy.
"I'll be gone for most of the day. I expect you to be kneeling near the door when I arrive. Make sure you are naked." I finished and I stood to leave. Just as I was walking out the door, I glanced behind me and saw her jump up and grab the list. Smiling I walked out and shut the door.
Sally and I had decided to meet this morning to figure out what to do next with my slave. I drove to her apartment and knocked.
Sally opened the door and smiled. "Well how did things go after I left?" She asked as she stepped back and let me in.
"It went okay, I think? I had her sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. I told her to have a cup of coffee for me when I woke. She was perfect. The coffee was fresh and hot and ready as soon as I woke." I answered.
We walked into her living room and sat down. I looked at her and noticed that she looked especially hot today. She was wearing a white flowered skirt that extended to mid-thigh and tank top; her hair was cascading down over her shoulders and down her back. Granted I'd only seen her in her waitress uniform, and I wondered if this is how she normally dressed. For the first time ever, I looked at her as a woman. A very attractive woman at that. Always before, she was just Sally the waitress at my coffee shop. I had never considered her as a woman but just a friend. Carrie was already changing my life.
"Well what is she doing today? What tasks did you assign her?" Sally asked her eyes twinkling and her face a little flushed.
I explained what I had done and waited for her to respond.
"Well done that's perfect. It should keep her busy for a few hours. I like it that you sent her to her room when she finished. It gives her structure and purpose. I am anxious to see what how she does. Remember even if she does everything perfect, you will have to discipline her." Sally explained and I noticed her body flush even more. I wondered about her secret desires and if being around a slave was exciting her.
"Well what's on tap for today?" I asked.
"Well I assume you have nothing to use on a slave. I think a trip to an adult emporium is in order. Plus, we need to get her more clothes. I can help with that." She answered her voice filled with excitement.
We sat there drinking a coffee and talked. At first it was small talk as we both felt each other out. Trust me when you're thrown together because of a slave, conversations are a bit awkward.
We left her apartment about five minutes later and headed for the mall. Sally suggested we start there instead of the adult emporium. I figured it was bad enough for her to go in there but at nine o'clock in the morning was just too early.
All the way there, Sally was talking non-stop. I'm guessing she was as nervous as I was. She rattled on about everything in general until I stopped her with a question.
"Are you a dominate or submissive?"
I glanced at her as she turned bright red. I obviously took her by surprise with my question.
"I'm not sure," she whispered, "I read a lot of BDSM stories, mostly about women in bondage or forced into slavery." She answered and looked at me.
I kept my face a neutral as possible but my body was rapidly getting excited. I tried to calm my manhood down, but it wasn't working. It was growing rapidly. I didn't say anything but waited for her to continue.
"I guess you could call me a switch. I mean I haven't experienced anything really. Other than a couple boyfriends tied me up a couple times and once I spanked a date. I enjoyed it both ways. I do watch for you to post new stories though. You do have talent even if some of your stories get a bit brutal." She finished and sighed.
"So, what about Carrie? Does she excite you? I would never have expected you to want to get involved in anything like this." I queried.
Sally sat there for a few moments. I could see her thinking about her answer. I waited, wondering what she might say.
"I-I-I don't know how I feel about her. One moment I want to pull her away from everything, the next I want to pull her over my knee and spank her ass." She whispered.
"Is that all?" I asked. I sensed that there was more lurking below the surface.
"No." She moaned. "Another part of me wants to rip off my clothes and kneel down beside her." She gushed her voice filled with lust.
I almost rear ended a car when I heard that. We both gasped as I slammed on the brakes. As soon as the car stopped, we both broke out laughing. That seemed to break all the tension as we both relaxed.
"Well let's just get through today and see what happens." I suggested, my mind already picturing her naked and kneeling beside Carrie.
"Don't get your hopes up Mark, I'm not about to submit to a rookie like you. If I'm going to submit, I want someone who knows what he or she's doing." She laughed and punched me in the arm. We didn't say much more as we continued to the mall.
Sally and I walked into the mall and I stopped. "Well what do you think?" I asked.
"Just follow me and I'll take care of everything." She gushed. "How much can I spend?" She continued.
"I'm not rich but would a couple hundred be enough?" I answered.
"I'll make it work," she answered and took off down the corridor. I quickly followed as Sally went from store to store, buying dresses, leggings, bras and panties. I did notice that those were sexy. Then it was to a discount shoe store. She had already spent most of what I had told her but Sally wouldn't be denied and explained, "A girl needs shoes and not slut heels, well maybe one pair." And laughed.
It was pretty boring for me, but Sally had fun. By the time, we finished at the mall it was already just after noon. We stopped by a local pub to have lunch. We sat in a booth towards the back and I ordered a beer, she had a lemonade. From the time we talked this morning in the car, my mind was fixated on what Sally admitted to me. I wanted to know more.
"Sally, I'm very curious about what you said this morning. You said you have very little experience with slaves and how to treat them, but you also said you haven't personally experienced it. Which is it? You really seemed to know what you were doing yesterday." I asked as I stared directly into her eyes. I watched as she blushed down her neck and she looked around the bar nervously.
"I-I-I haven't been totally honest with you." She answered. "I have had more than what I said, on both sides. In college, during my sophomore year, I met a guy who swept me off my feet. He was everything I wanted in a man. I loved him deeply. I only had sex with a couple guys before that, and sex with him was amazing. He did things to me that blew my mind. The longer we were together the more he opened my mind. What I didn't realize was he was training me. By the time, I realized what was happening, I was his live in submissive. Now don't get me wrong, I guess I knew what he was doing, but as it turned out he didn't want a wife. He wanted a slave to serve him however he wished.
I sat there is shock at what I was hearing. You would never know she had gone through anything like this now. "What happened? How did it end?" I asked.
"Well I guess it was when he brought home another woman. I was shocked and when I complained, he tied me up and punished me. Now he had punished me before. Usually spankings and some nipple torture, things like that. He had even shackled my hands above my head and used a flogger on me. But this was on a different level. For the next day he whipped my ass, my pussy, my tits, and forced me to service him and the woman. By the time the weekend ended, I was broken and was obeying his every command." She explained.
The next day, Monday, the woman left and I was left alone with him. I wanted to tell him how much I hated everything that had happened, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he gagged me." She stopped and grabbed her napkin and wiped her eyes.
The next two weeks were probably the hardest two weeks in my life. He kept me in a constant state of extreme arousal or extreme pain. By the time it was over, I was almost out of my mind. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes and I was constantly in some form of bondage. At the end of the two weeks, the woman returned for another weekend. This time I offered no resistance and did exactly as I was told." She finished.
"Wow I'm surprised you are here with me and helping me learn to be her master." I said.
Sally sat there for several minutes. She appeared to be in deep thought. I think I was waiting for her to answer, but it might have been because I was afraid I had opened old wounds.
Finally, Sally looked at me and, in a voice, barely over a whisper said, "I know I said it was the worst two weeks of my life, but it was also the best."
My mouth dropped as I heard her comment. I was speechless. I didn't know how to respond, so I sat there silent.
"I can't explain why, but sometime during those two god awful weeks, the pain and pleasure merged into one unexplainable happening. One minute I was begging for him to stop, the next I was begging him to do it harder. I began to crave his attention, to please him in any way he desired. I needed to feel his praise one minute, and his whip the next." She stopped and started to cry softly.
I reached out and held her hand. We sat there for a few minutes until the food arrived. We ate in silence as both of us were digesting what had just happened. When we finished and the waitress took our dishes, Sally looked at me and smiled. "So, I guess we're even now. You told me your secret life as an owner of a slave and porn writer, and I told you how I was a slave." She said and grabbed my hand again and squeezed.
I smiled back and pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed the back of her hand. "We all need friends we can share secrets with. I'm glad it's you."
We got up to leave but I wanted to find out the rest of her story. She said she had experience from both sides. I wonder what that was but didn't ask. I figured if she wanted me to know she would tell me.
The ride to the adult emporium was short, barely ten minutes. I pulled into the parking lot and looked at Sally.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked.
"She burst out laughing and answered. "I'm more than ready, are you?" As she opened her door and bounced out of my car. I was dumbfounded at her recovery. Just a few minutes ago, I could have sworn she was reliving a very traumatic even from her past, and now she was acting like a kid going into a candy store. She is an amazing and very confusing woman. I opened my door and followed behind.
It had been years since I was last in such and establishment. The last time it was poorly lit, dirty and all manner of lowlifes milling about. This time it was bright, clean and although there were a few men who looked the part of perverts, there were also a few couples looking over things a laughing. Sally smiled, grabbed my hand, and pulled me close to her and kissed me. I stood there surprised, but opened my mouth and welcomed her tongue. We kissed for a few moments and as she pulled away, she laughed, "let's have some fun and find some toys to play with your new slave."
I relaxed immediately and smiled. Soon we were walking the aisles and laughing like the other couples. We must have spent an hour roaming the store, with Sally explaining everything I would need to bind, tease, and punish Carrie. As we walked up to each display, she would tell me the differences of each device and how it could be used. She was open about which ones were more effective and which ones were a waste of money. By the time we left, my bank account was a few hundred dollars lighter. We walked out of the store and I glanced at my watch. It was only three o'clock and I didn't want to get home too early, so I suggested we stop and have a drink before we went back to my place.
Sally agreed and said something I didn't expect. "That's a good idea. I need to tell you more about my experiences." As she bounced across the parking lot and jumped into my car. I stood there for a few seconds and wondered who this woman was, it who only a day or so ago was just a friend. I couldn't help but watch her ass as it wiggled with every step. Once again, my cock responded and I slid my hand down to make it less obvious.
We drove back to our side of town and I asked her if she wanted to pick up her car. She smiled at me and said, "Who says I'm going home?" As she gave me a huge smile. I smiled and headed for my favorite local pub to have a couple drinks and hear the rest of her story.
It was about a half an hour until we pulled into the pub's parking lot. We had talked all the way there about everything we had purchased and what Sally was planning. I listened a lot as she rattled on and on about how I was to first train and then un-train my slave. We found a booth off to the side away from any other customers and where we could talk without anyone hearing us.
I sat facing the front door of the pub, Sally was facing the back wall. The waitress stopped by and asked what we would like to drink. I ordered a beer; she ordered a glass of white wine. She waited until she left and looked around before she spoke.
"I'm guessing you have a few questions." She started, but before I could say anything, she continued.
"Let me tell you more and maybe then your questions will be answered. I eventually managed to break away from him. It was the most difficult thing I had ever done. He and the woman used me for over a month. The longer I was there the deeper I slid under his control. Deep down I was craving every moment, but something from somewhere inside my mind knew this wasn't how I wanted to live my life. The only thing that saved me was when they went away for a weekend, leaving me naked in the apartment. The first day I did as ordered, but as time passed, the mental bonds holding me there lessened. On Sunday I made a decision, I took one of his shirts, grabbed some money he had stashed and left. I made it back to my dorm room, packed my clothes and went home. I closed my cell and email accounts and never looked back. I changed colleges and started my sophomore year over and moved into one of the dorms."
I sat there listening and I wanted to ask about her other experiences but didn't. I knew I needed her to tell me in her own way. Our drinks arrived and the waitress walked away before she continued.
"I was determined not to get myself into another submissive relationship again. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get out the next time. I stayed away from all men remembering at how I was seduced before. I wasn't sure if I could hide my submissive nature. The only thing that made the new school tolerable was my roommate. She was younger than me, a freshman. We both were late registering and were thrown together at the last minute. Our room was on the third floor and the end of a long corridor. There was a storage room right next to ours and the back wall of the dorm on the other. We were basically isolated from the rest of the floor." She continued.
"I know that's probably too much detail, but I'm telling you this as it comes back to my mind. Anyways, Julie, was very pretty, blond, petite, and totally naive. We did almost everything together other than classes. We ate together, went out together, and exercised together. She was just what I needed at the time and I grabbed on to her and didn't let her go. It was about a month into the year when I noticed that she was following my lead. I was deciding on what we would do. I set our study schedule, where we ate, what we watched and where we went whenever we went out. That was when I recognized this was exactly what happened before. I was Julie!" Sally stopped and I thought I saw her body shiver. I know I saw her flush. She closed her eyes and her hands were clenched in front of her. I wanted to say something but I was afraid I would say the wrong thing so I didn't, but watched her body language closely.
"I don't know why, but I wanted to see if she was like me. I mean I wasn't into women per se, but the more I thought about having a live-in slave the hotter it sounded. I remembered how I was manipulated into my slavery and started to do the same to her. Now I know what you think. How could anyone be manipulated into slavery, but it's easier than you think. Julie was already alone except for me. She was very shy and I was her only friend at school. Her family, well her mother, her dad left them a long time ago, lived three times zones away. She rarely spoke to her and mainly communicated via emails and social media. I decided to see if I could take more control over her. I started slowly, suggesting what she should wear. At first, she didn't always do as I suggested. But when she didn't, I would cut her off and not speak to her or go out without her. It didn't take long before she was dressing exactly the way I demanded. I didn't dress her to extreme, but after a week or so, she never wore pants, at all."
Sally stopped and took a deep breath. "My next step was after she borrowed something of mine without asking, I got really mad at her. I cut her off from everything. When she apologized over and over, I told her I would forgive her if we set up some rules for her to obey. She agreed immediately and pledged to make it up to me. I remember smiling as this was exactly what had happened to me." Sally stopped and looked at me. I think she was trying to read my expression to see if I was about to leave.
I smiled at her as I reached out and held her hands. "It's okay, I know this is difficult for you." I said. She visibly relaxed and started again.
"I actually still had a copy of my original list of rules stored on my computer. I'm not sure why I kept them but I did. I opened my computer and pulled them up. I looked them over and made a few adjustments before I turned the display around to show Julie. I remember sitting there wondering if this is where she tells me to fuck off and I was a pervert or something. But that didn't happen. She blushed down her chest and her nipples practically jumped out of her top. The more she read the redder she got. I could almost see myself in her as she read the rules." Sally stopped and took another deep breath.
I took this opportunity to ask, "What were the rules?"
"Well I won't go into all of them but here goes."
You will obey me.
You will wear only what I tell you.
You will ask for permission before you do anything.
You will always kneel when in my presence.
Failure to follow the rules means a punishment.
"There were a few more but I'm sure you can use your imagination. She was sitting on her bed as she finished reading the rules. She looked up at me, sitting in my chair and slowly dropped to her knees. I swear I almost climaxed as soon as her knees touched the floor. Mark, I have never felt anything like that before. I remembered when I did the exact same thing and I remembered what was going on in my mind and body. I wanted to grab her by the ears and shove her face between my legs and take possession of her. It was all I could do to remember what my Master did next." Sally stopped again as our waitress walked up to our table and asked if we wanted another drink. We both welcomed the break and ordered again. We took a break and Sally went to the restroom. I sat there willing my rock-hard cock to go down. The last thing I wanted to do was screw up and embarrass both her and me.
By the time our drinks arrived, Sally sat down opposite me. I smiled but it was my turn to flush. She had removed her bra while she was away. Her tight top, gave me a perfect view of her nipples and perfect tits. Any thought of my cock going down was gone forever.
Sally must have been looking at my eyes as they were locked on her tits and giggled. "Hey, my eyes are up here." She laughed.
"Anyways, I restrained from taking her, remembering how I was sucked into submission. I knew I had to make her want give in to me, to let me control her. I smiled at her and said, "Good Girl." I swear I think she came at that moment and I knew I had her. The next few weeks I pushed her more and more. By the end of the month, she was naked whenever she was in our room. Each night she would massage my feet, doing my laundry, and generally serving as my maid. I didn't do anything sexual until I caught her masturbating one day when I came home early from class. I spanked her ass for the first time and demanded she edge several times a day. I enforced it by telling her my computer was recording her every movement when she was in the room. I didn't of course, but she didn't know it. It took about a week before she broke and begged me to let her cum. That was the day she became my slave." Sally finished and sat back against the back of the bench.
I was unable to speak for a few moments. I was so aroused I wanted to grab her, throw her across the table and shove my cock deep inside her. I took a few breaths to compose myself before I asked.
"How long was she your slave?"
It lasted until I graduated. It was an amazing experience. I loved her so much, but I knew it had to end. She was so submissive and accepted her slavery. It was hard on both of us to break it off. But we both knew it had to end. I heard from her a year or so ago and learned she found another mistress and thanked me for all my help. She said I was the perfect person to show her what she really was." Sally smiled at me and added, "You see, not all D/s relationships are negative. I still love her and think of her often."
"Is that why you wanted to meet Carrie?" I asked.
"Yes." She answered quietly.
"Do you want her?"
"I don't know what I want. I do know I don't want you to fuck it up. But is it her I want, maybe? Maybe I want it all." She answered and blushed.
We sat there finishing our drinks. Both of us in deep thought. I couldn't take my mind off her last statement. What did she mean by wanting it all?"
We left a few minutes before five o'clock and headed for my apartment. I wasn't sure what I would find. When we walked up to the elevator and I stopped and looked at Sally. "I'm not sure what we will find upstairs." I said.
"It doesn't matter what you find. Either she did as you demanded or not. Regardless, you will need to take charge. I want you to find some fault with what she has done. She needs to be punished so she respects you as her Master. So, no matter how well she did, find some fault." Sally flatly said and pushed the button to call the elevator.
We walked up to my door and I unlocked it. I hesitated for a second or so before I turned the knob and opened the door. The first thing I noticed was Carrie was just out of sight, on her knees and naked. Behind her was the dining room table. It was set with a table cloth, plates and flatware. I could smell something cooking and it smelled really good. I turned to Sally, mainly to keep Carrie from seeing the smile on my face, before I turned to Carrie and barked. "Did you complete your tasks for the day slave?"
Oh yes Master," She gushed. I could see she was having trouble keeping her emotions in check.
"Show me." I growled.
Carrie jumped up and ran to my desk. She grabbed the pad of paper and scurried to me. She dropped to her knees and held out the pad. I looked at it and was very impressed. The list of items was extensive. The grocery list was almost two pages long. The cleaning supply list was much shorter but after a closer look it was pretty thorough. I turned to the third page and only found about a dozen items. What surprised me was there wasn't any makeup. I wondered if it had been so long since she wore makeup, she didn't even think of it.
"When is dinner and what did you fix?" I asked my voice softening in spite of my best efforts.
"It's ready anytime you are Master." She gushed. I could see her flush and her breathing coming in short pants.
"Well?" I demanded.
"Master, I made a tuna noodle casserole and garlic bread. I'm sorry Master, there's not much here to fix. I did the best I could." She pleaded. I could tell she was nervous she had disappointed me.
I looked at her and spat, "I am pleased with some of your lists. However, your personal list of items is incomplete. If and when I take you out you are to look your best. I don't see any makeup. You will be punished for the omission. It depends on your cooking if we add more." I spat.
I grabbed Sally's hand and led her to the table. I held her chair acting the perfect gentleman as we sat down. Carrie jumped up and hurried to the kitchen and a few minutes later, she brought out a small garden salad. Beside it she placed a carafe of a homemade dressing. I was impressed as I didn't know we had enough things to fix either. Carrie stood off to the side and waited until we finished our salads before she cleared the dishes. As soon as she left the room to the kitchen both Sally and I gasped. The salad and especially the dressing were very good. A few moments later, Carrie returned, her hands with pot holders holding a casserole dish and placed it on the table.
"Would you like me to serve you Master?" She asked her voice showing her excitement. I nodded and she walked around the table to Sally. "Please Mistress, tell me when to stop."
Carrie ladled out a couple spoonful's before Sally stopped her. Carrie then served me. Again, Carrie stood off to the side and waited. Sally and I looked at each other as the smell wafted from our plates. I have had tuna noodle casserole before, but this was in another league from anything I had ever tasted. For the next few minutes, we both ate. I wanted to complain but that was impossible.
I looked at Sally and smiled. She smiled back as I turned to Carrie. "Good Girl." I said and smiled. I noticed her knees almost buckled as she flushed to her waist. "Oh thank you Master." She gushed.
"Don't get too excited slave. I wasn't happy with all your lists." I barked putting a stern look on my face. I really wanted to rush over and give her a hug, but Sally had wanted me to refrain from showing any affection.
"Clear the table and clean the kitchen. Then report to the living room and we will discuss your punishment." I said my voice strong. Sally and I stood and walked out of the room and to the couch.
Carrie quickly cleared the table and went into the kitchen. We could hear her clanking dishes and for a second, I thought I heard her sing.
Sally and I sat there not talking for a few moments when Sally said. "That was probably the best casserole I've ever had." She gushed.
"I know I didn't think I had anything to fix. I haven't been to the store for a while. What should I do next? I asked her.
"Well we have lots of things we can use in the car. How about while she cleans you go bring them up and then decide." She suggested. I nodded and headed for the door. I returned a few minutes later and Sally and I emptied the bags and placed everything neatly on the coffee table. Sally suggested we show the slave everything we bought. She would already know that it all would be used on her.
We sat there checking out all the sexual devices we bought. There were paddles, crops, cuffs, clips, plugs, blindfolds, and gags. I held back the vibrators and dildos, not wanting her to see those just yet. By the time everything was unwrapped, Carrie walked into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks. I looked at her as she stared at the table. I wondered what was going through her mind as she knelt on the other side of the table in the required present position.
"Go get your lists." I demanded.
Carrie didn't bother to stand but crawled to my desk and grabbed the pad again. She brought it back and got in position again.
Sally and I looked at each list, going over every item. We really didn't care but wanted the slave to question what she had listed. I finally looked up and asked.
"Where did you learn to cook"
"Master, my mother was a great cook. For as long as I can remember she had me helping her in the kitchen. She always told me that if I wanted to please my man I needed to know how to cook and clean." She said and I noticed a small smile cross her face.
"I see this list is pretty extensive. Are you sure you need all of this?" I questioned.
"Master, you really don't have anything but TV dinners, and frozen entrees. I can make much better dinners for you. But there's nothing to fix."
"Is that the same with the cleaning supplies"
"Yes Master, you had some but I've used almost everything up." She answered, her voice strong which surprised me.
"Your personal items leave a lot to be desired. If you ever go out, I want you to look your best. I'm disappointed that you don't appreciate what I want." I growled.
"Please Master, I was never allowed to go out before. I haven't worn any makeup forever. I'm sorry to disappoint you." Her strong voice gone and her body slumped.
"What do you think Sally?" I asked
Sally looked at Carrie and then at me before she spoke. "The slave has a lot to learn. I think we have a lot of work ahead of us. However, we do need to get her attention for future tasks." She finished as she picked up a steel collar with a lock and held it up to me. I smiled and took it from her as she grabbed a set of nipple clips with a chain connecting them.
I looked at Carrie. crooked my finger, and pointed at a spot between my legs. Carrie quickly crawled between my legs. I wasn't sure what she was thinking but I notice a small drip slide down her thigh. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face close to me. I handed Sally the collar and she locked it around Carrie's neck. I could feel her body tremble as she felt the collar close. Just as she heard the lock snap shut, I heard a moan escape from her mouth.
I released her hair and she returned to the proper position. I smiled and grabbed the clips. I made a production of running the chain through the ring on her collar. Carrie was panting and I was sure she was aroused. When I closed the first clip on her nipple she moaned and gasped at the same time. I really think she climaxed when I did the same to her other nipple.
"Maybe this will remind you to do a better job next time." I said as I looked into her eyes. I had expected a look of defeat in her eyes as I was treating her like all her other Masters or Mistresses, but instead I saw relief and a bit of lust in her eyes. I pulled the chain hard and her nipples turned into cones. I watched as her eyes closed and a moan from somewhere deep inside her escaped her.
I wanted this to be all, but Sally handed me a crop and barked. "Bend over the table slave. You need more than a pinched nipple. Carrie quickly got in position. Her ass sticking up and right in front of us. Sally smiled and asked, "may I?"
I handed her the crop and a second later, she brought it down on our slave's bare ass. The sound of the smack echoed off the walls and a second later, Carrie called out. "Thank you Mistress, may I have another?"
Sally looked at me and smiled. I glanced at her tits and her nipples pushing out from her top. I watched as she continued to use the crop until the slave's ass was crisscrossed with bright red stripes. When she finally finished, Carrie slid off the coffee table and dropped to the floor.
"Thank you, Mistress. This slave will work to do better next time."
I was slightly shocked when Carrie kissed Sally's shoes as she spoke. I let her continue before I ordered her back to the middle of the room. Carrie crawled in position and waited for her next command. That is when Sally pulled out the bags of clothes.
"Slave, you will be required to be properly dress when Master allows you to be dressed." She handed Carrie the bags and sat back.
The look of shock on the slave's face was very evident. She opened the first bag and pulled out the contents. For the next fifteen minutes or so, Carrie went through everything in the bag. By the time she finished, tears were running down her cheeks and her entire body was flushed. She finally looked at me and asked, "Master?"
"That's right slave. You might be my slut slave, but in public you will dress properly and look your best. I will not be humiliated being seen with you." I barked. "Now go change, I want to see how you look."
Carrie literally ran to her room with everything in her arms. Sally and I couldn't stifle our chuckles as we watched her run.
For the next half hour or so, Carrie changed from outfit to outfit. With each one her smile got bigger. She ended up modeling the lingerie, strutting around the room like a model her body glowing. I had trouble keeping a smile from my face.
Finally, I called an end to the show and ordered her to go put her new things up and come back. While she was out, Sally and I discussed what to do next. I watched Sally closely. She was obviously aroused and flushed. A thought passed through my head that I might get lucky, but I was afraid I'd ruin our new relationship.
"So where do we go from here?" I asked.
Sally thought about it for a minute before she answered. "Well a couple things come to mind. One tomorrow I'll take her to the store to pick up what's on her lists." She answered.
"And what is the second?" I asked
Sally tuned bright red. She looked around the room and I could see she was fumbling for words. I watched her closely and decided that I needed to take charge. "Sally, this is my place, and Carrie is my slave." I said and was surprised at how strong my voice was. "You will stay here, with me. You will sleep with me and Carrie will be at the foot of my bed. I want her to know she is not in control. But I am. You said I need to show I'm a dominate master, and the best way for me to show that is to show her that you are beneath me." I said and hoped she would submit.
Sally blushed even more and dropped her head as she nodded. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was in control.
"Now go to Carrie, have her dress in her sexiest lingerie. Cuff her hands behind her back and lead her into my room. I will be in there in a few minutes. I want you naked on the bed and her standing in the corner. I want her there but not able to watch." I finished.
Sally's mouth opened for a second. I thought she was about to tell me to fuck off, but instead she stood and walked to Carrie's door and walked in. I sat there in shock. A week ago, I hadn't even had a date for over a year. Now I had two women sharing my bedroom. I think I could get used to this.
13 Oct 2024