Loading...Her parents called me cold. Not to my face of course, I heard them in one of those moments I wasn’t supposed to. In a not so unguarded moment her mother screamed at me that I was a monster for taking there daughter away from them, her husband managed to calm her and move her away from me before apologizing. His eyes gave him away, he agreed all to well with his wife’s opinion of me. But to do this now and on the day of Angie’s funeral was simply not acceptable.
It was my final promise to Angie that I would bring her home to be buried, the only reason she ever left Boston was to live with me. When Leukemia stole her from me I brought her back to her final resting place and as I watched her coffin slowly being placed in the family plot I said my final goodbye to her under my breath. Her Mother was a wreck, her Dad had trouble holding his wife up and at one stage I actually thought she was going to fall in and follow her daughter.
I stayed to the very end, her folks couldn’t and although the invitation to join them at the family gathering afterwards was made, her parents and I knew that it was only meant as a gesture and they would rather I didn’t turn up at all. I could see it in her Mother’s hatred of me in her eyes, I had taken a child that was loved and turned her into something she wasn’t and when I had finished using her I brought the body back. It just goes to show just how much they actually knew and understood Angie and I, and our relationship.
Angie knew it was also the reason I never came to visit them with her. She came back for birthdays, anniversaries and I allowed her to stay a week at a time. We never talked about it on her return and our lives continued the way we wanted it, not her folks.
It’s said that when you stop looking for that specific something, that is usually when you will find it. That’s how I met Angie, she was working in the family run flower shop and I had gone in for a flower for my lapel before going on to meet a client. As I held the flower in my hand, there was a crash and I turned to see Angie stood in the middle of the shop staring at me as though she had seen a ghost. Her father apologies but I hardly heard him. We exchanged pleasantries and (Angie admitted to this much later in our relationship) as I pulled some bills out of my wallet to pay for my flower one of my business cards came with it.
Angie palmed it and she called me later that evening. The rest as they say is our history, away from her family she was more forward than I expected, and when I pointed this out to her she simply said she didn’t have time to be anything else. She knew what she wanted, and didn’t want me to get away. It was on our second date I sat her down and told her what I was and my lifestyle.
She simply looked at me and said. “I know, I felt it the moment I saw you at the shop.”
There was no point explaining anything else after that. Angie’s submissive side only came out when she was with me or my closest circle of friends, her Italian heritage took over at any other time and for five wonderful years I had it all. Then that fateful day I came home from work and she said those words that change lives, ‘We need to talk’.
The rain had only just started when I got on the plane from Boston. I had done what I had set out to do and left no real casualties. As much as I wanted to wipe the slate clean with her family I saw no point, neither did Angie when she sat me down to have that conversation. It was my last gift to the love of my life, I kept my mouth shut and left them to their grief, it was time to go home and deal with mine.
*******
Mark and his slave had been close friends of Angie and I all through our relationship, we had a standing date to go down to his place for a week at a time and enjoy each others company and slaves. Even when I returned from Boston Mark kept in touch and for the next year still tried to talk me into coming down for the week. He understood things were still too raw and accepted a rain check. He wasn’t so forgiving the second year of asking and since I didn’t have much else to do I joined him and his slave.
It was while I was there he told me about a place that had opened eighteen months before and they had become members of, it sounded like an interesting evening out so Mark phoned ahead and booked me in as a guest and all three of us went. I was standing by one of the events talking to Mark when he looked over my shoulder a fraction of a second before someone tapped me on it. Mark’s face went pale and I turned to see two huge men standing watching me.
One almost a mirror image of the other, both bald with eyes that showed no emotion in them and neither looked like they had a neck. These two could handle themselves and the muscle they carried in suits that were clearly made to measure seemed to attest to that fact.
“Could you come with us, please.”
It was patently obvious that it wasn’t even remotely a request and since curiosity got the better of me I did just that. We wound our way through corridors and into the business end of the dungeon complex stopping at a door. One of the bruisers looked at me once more before knocking. Moments later he opened the door and we all entered. The six screens against the wall showed almost every part of the complex that the public had access to. Although five of the screens would flicker and change to a different part of the complex every ten seconds, only one screen stayed locked onto a woman knelt in the middle of a room. It took me a moment to realize that the seat turned away from us actually had someone sitting in it.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
The chair moved around and the man sitting in it faced me. For such a long time all he seemed to do was watch me. I simply stared back, we both seemed to be evaluating each other. My own reasons were one of self preservation, I was still confused as to why I was here and with these two gentlemen behind me. I was asked to come here for a reason I’m sure the true meaning of which would finally become clear now.
“Camera six. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
I looked beyond him towards the screens behind him, it still took me a moment to find camera six and then take in the picture of a naked woman in a mask kneeling in the middle of a room. Her hands were palms up and even in her mask she seemed to be looking at a spot some two feet in front of her. There was little else in detail about the woman; the room was plainly a private cell, the tools of the trade to any master or mistress using it hanging on the wall behind the kneeling slave.
“Forgive me for my rudeness, my name is Michael Cartwright. I own this establishment. Do you know the woman on screen six?”
My attention once again went back to this man that sat in the chair, I shrugged my shoulders. He seemed to take my silence personally, I could feel his two friends take a step closer to me. Michael finally stood from his seat; I didn’t feel threatened by him. His two friends were a different topic. The grey hair on both sides of his head and the lean features made him look more like a school teacher than an owner of this type of establishment.
It was his piercing blue eyes that set him apart from any school teacher I knew, this man has seen so much in his life and seemed to resign himself to the fact that he couldn’t change any of it. It was plain to see that he was assessing me just as much as I was him, for a moment he smiled, came around his desk and sat on the corner of it, pointing to a chair in front of his desk as he did so.
“I’m sorry, where are my manners, please sit, we have a few things to discuss.”
I did so, more out of curiosity than wondering if I would be forced to at some point, it was plain to see this woman on the screen was the centre piece to this conversation. It was also obvious that whatever we said to each other from now on was going to be like playing chess, Mr. Cartwright wanted something from me and I hadn’t got a clue what he was fishing for.
“You came as a guest of Mr. Williams and his slave, Mr. Williams is a regular here, along with his slave. I would say they are valued members of this club, and suddenly you turn up as a guest. Please don’t get me wrong Mr. Williams’ membership entitles him to bring a guest from time to time, yet he never has and suddenly you turn up and I’m faced with a dilemma.”
“If you wish me to leave Mr. Cartwright then all you have to do is ask. I have done nothing or said anything to anyone to upset them. Yes I came as a guest of Mr. Williams, we have known each other for some years and I’m sure if you ask him he will vouch for me.”
My host smiled once again before saying, “We already talked to Mr. Williams and he does indeed vouch for you.”
We both seemed to be at an impasse, since I didn’t know what this man wanted and for some reason he clearly wasn’t happy with me being here. I heard the door open behind me, seconds later it closed again. A woman in her mid-fifties wearing a business suit walked in and sat on the couch against the wall. Mr. Cartwright looked at the woman and she nodded once to him, his mannerism seemed to change slightly, his features seemed to tighten. He was clearly not happy with the reason this woman nodded at him.
With what seemed a resigned look on his face he nodded back at the woman, he looked over my shoulder and asked his two friends to leave. He waited until the door closed once again before he looked down at the desk, pulled a file towards himself and rested his hand on it.
“The woman you see one screen six I consider to be a close personal friend of mine. She came to me an hour ago and asked this of me. At first I flatly refused, however she has an ability of getting her own way when she is stone headed enough.”
For a moment he looked once again at the woman on her knees in the middle of the cell.
“Strange when you think she now places so much trust in you and she now exhibits such a submissive pose, and all for you my friend. However I run a business and I made sure my own ass is covered as well as hers.”
He pulled the flap of the folder to one side and pulled out a sheet of paper, placing on the desk in front of me.
“I not only intend to protect myself but her as well, although she doesn’t know it.”
Once again he pointed to the sheet of paper in front of me, I was still fascinated with his statement. I simply didn’t know what to make of any of this.
“This document has already been signed by the woman you see on that screen although it has been obscured for her own protection. In it she has agreed you can do anything to her, except make her bleed.”
I went cold, images of Angie flashed before my eyes and I had to shake my head to clear them.
“No, I won’t do this, it’s insane. I don’t even know this woman and she is willing to place that amount of trust in me. No, forget it.”
He smiled, he actually smiled and relaxed.
The woman slid forward to the edge of the couch before saying. “She wants this, she has never shown any inclination for this to anyone but the second she saw you on the entrance screen camera she wanted it.”
Michael Cartwright shouted at the woman to shut up. As confused as I was about all this, I couldn’t help but be just a little intrigued and the thought that I may be tweaking Michael Cartwright while I was, simply added to my humor. For a moment I looked towards the woman, she was as hard to read as he was.
“What other rules are there in this that I have yet to discover?”
Both sat and said nothing. It was time to push for some answers to this intriguing little drama that was unfolding in Michael Cartwright’s office. I leaned across to his desk, picked up his pen and signed alongside the name that was covered. The air seemed to leave Michael for a moment; clearly the woman on the screen meant something to him. Once again he looked towards the woman on the couch and he seemed to sigh just before he got up off the desk and left. The woman sat for a few more minutes on the couch before she got up and walked over to me offering her hand.
“My name is Margo. The terms are simple and non-negotiable, the woman on the screen is yours for as long as you find a use for her, we will remain open until you have finished and left these premises. There are in fact three rules, you can talk to her, command her whatever you wish she will do, but she will not talk so please don’t waste your time expecting her to.”
All this was still heading towards weird at an incredible rate and it still left me wondering what I had just signed up to do, and did I actually do it just to play with Michael’s head.
“The second rule is her mask. You will see once you leave here that one of our people will be outside her cell at all times. Should you try in any way to remove the mask he will come in and stop you. I’ve also been told that he doesn’t have to be gentle in any way when he stops you, so I would leave the mask alone if I was you.”
I sat and thought about what had been said so far, Margo seemed to be happy to let me think this through, even though I was still unsure of her angle in this. So I had to find out.
“Why me? I don’t know anyone in this town other than the two people I came with. No slave willingly gives this much of themselves to anyone they have not even met.”
Margo watched me for a moment, her features seem to say more than she herself was willing to tell me. This woman was torn and a thought struck me which placed a different perspective on my dealings with Margo, she herself was a Mistress.
“The third rule is once you leave this room I lock that door and turn off the recording equipment to that cell. It will be down to me to watch and listen to everything and anything you do to her, and I can’t do a damn thing about it unless you break rule one or two.”
I was beginning to understand some of this. I suspected the woman on that screen knew nothing about these rules. Plus I needed to find out if my suspicions were true, although it would make little difference about anything, it was always good to know and understand the people putting me in this situation.
“What’s your angle in this Margo?”
She seemed to wince, maybe I touched on a truth finally. She looked once again at the woman on screen six.
Without even looking at me Margo said. “I’ve known that woman for close to two years now. She sees you come into this place and she does this and I don’t know why. She simply won’t tell anyone and she has used up a great deal of favors from us all to make this happen. I don’t know you, I don’t know your medical history, your mental stability, I know nothing and that worries me greatly.”
“So who inserted the rule of not making her bleed into this contract?”
Me asking her that seemingly reminded her that the now signed contract was still on the desk. Margo folded it, placed it into an envelope and walking around the desk slid it into one of the drawers.
“Michael and I insisted on it or we simply wouldn’t allow this to happen. She was reluctant at first, to her it had to be all or nothing but when she noticed we would not budge on that one rule she had to agree to its insertion.”
Margo’s hand traveled along the underside of the desk, she smiled when she seemed to find what she was looking for before she walked back around the desk and sat on the corner that Michael had not long vacated.
“I believe I know what you are if not who you really are, your eyes give you away. They say it takes one to know one, this is her choice and no amount of any of us asking her to change her mind has done us any good. We look after our own in this establishment and this will be the first time I will have to witness one of us in this situation. I’m not looking forward to it but I will be professional and as long as you remember all three rules I can’t kick you out of here.”
Something crossed her eyes and in the low light of the office if was difficult to see. My suspicions about Margo had just been confirmed. To her this conversation was now over, she would tell me no more. The mistress within Margo had now taken over, the sound of the door opening and one of the security team came in, placed his hand on my shoulder. I followed him still not sure why.
*******
Even as he drew back the bolt to the cell and held it open for me I couldn’t understand not only why I was here but actually doing this. Angie’s death hit me hard, the line of master and slave blurred totally to the point of extinction towards the end. I loved her and cared for her until her last breath, it was Angie that begged me not to allow her family to see her die. To her those few hours left to her were ours and she wanted them kept that way.
Once I returned home I simply closed up the play room. Went back to work and severed all contact with her family. Some would call it, ‘closing the gate after the horse had bolted’. To them I was dead the day of the funeral. Work took on my life although my inner circle of friends actually told me that work took over my life. To me I had the best slave and wife in the world, how could anyone compete for that title and be like Angie? So I didn’t even go looking. I still kept in touch with people Angie and I knew and even got invited to these sorts of parties from time to time.
It’s only this evening that my life seemed to hit a sudden hurdle. Just who the hell is this slave that would offer so much to someone she doesn’t know and why me? The sound of the cell door clicking shut brought me back to reality. Her head never left the floor, she shuddered took a deep breath and brought her body back under control again.
I looked once around the cell before casually saying. “It’s too bright in here.”
Slave stood and walked to one corner of the room, pushed at a panel in the wall and it popped open revealing loads of dials. She adjusted one and the brightness of the room reduced to a more calming and acceptable level, placing the panel back. Slave returned to her place in the middle of the room, just as she was about to kneel again I stopped her.
She stood motionless, her arms by her side as I walked around her. Her brown mask was held together behind her head by a cord of the same color as the mask, it allowed access for her hair in the form a pony-tail that stopped just below her shoulder blades. Her back was smooth and unblemished falling to a nice curve that was seamlessly connected to a bubble butt and very nice legs. Standing in front of her I looked more closely at her mask, I had seen variations of this design, the eyes were covered in a material that allowed her to see out but for me not to see in.
This mask parted at the bridge of her nose, barely covered her cheek bones, allowing her mouth to be exposed, a strap under her chin held both sides of the mask in place and for me not to be able to pull the mask off if I wished to. The only access if I wanted that mask off was the cord behind her head. Her shoulders although broad were still very feminine, I got the impression she had at one time played a great deal of sports. Slave’s tits rose and fell comfortably on her chest as she struggled with her breathing, her nipples hardened slightly as the redness of her skin spread from her tits and headed up towards her neck.
“Control your breathing or you will pass out. You’re new to this, aren’t you?”
Her body gave a slight shudder before she nodded her head once. Turning back to the wall I searched for something that would help her, in one corner a selection of ball gags hung on hooks and I picked one up and walked back to her telling her to open her mouth as I did.
Once attached, I took another look at her, satisfied I said, “That’s better, the holes in the ball gag will help regulate your breathing and stop you hyperventilating.”
I continued to take in the woman in front of me, still unsure why I was doing even that. Slave’s stomach was flat and her hips complimented her frame very well, her pussy was trimmed and matched the color of her hair, confirming that Slave was a natural brunette. For a moment something about her seemed familiar but since she herself admitted that she was new to this I dismissed the thought before it grew into fruition. Finally I just shook my head and went and sat on a chair by the door.
To many Masters this would have been their own wet dream, a slave contracted to them for as long as they wished and when you have finished with her, give her back and walk away. There was even a document signed by her allowing me to legally do what I wished to her and not a court of law in the country would be able to do a thing about it. The slave in front of me was an exquisite blank canvas, yet I couldn’t touch her.
“Even when I came into this room I had no idea why I did. I thank you for what it is you offer and I’m sure there are many upstairs that would beat this door down in a New York minute to take over from here. I can’t help you with whatever it is you seek. I had the best for five really great years, and maybe one day I will find another but at the moment I’m not looking.”
Slave raised her head and looked directly at me and then walked to the door and knelt with her back to it, barring my exit. Something about her changed, her palms now faced down and along her thighs, her whole demeanor seemed tenser. I actually liked her, she showed a single minded spirit and I liked that. With a sigh I got up off the seat and went and sat in front of her on the floor.
“You understand I can simply drag you away from the door and leave?”
Slave nodded her head once and continued to watch my chest. Her breathing became more rapid through the ball gag as she seemed to be waiting for me to do just that.
“I can’t go back to this, I once promised someone very dear to me that I would, but I can’t. It has been too long now and I would end up damaging you.”
The muscles across the top half of her chest tightened as she turned her hands back to palms up, she was showing me her total submission and a willingness to allow me to play with her, yet all I could do was once again shake my head. Finally her hands came together and lifted off her lap, as she extended her arms her cupped hands giving the impression that something so very precious was resting inside.
For such a long time we simply looked at each other, this was an impasse, even without a ball gag on her reluctance to speak was making things worse. Finally one hand went to her mouth, both then moved to her tits and then her left hand moved between her legs and cupped her pussy while her right hand pointed to me.
I tried to deflect what she had just told me by saying. “I suppose if you had a spare hand it would have gone behind you to your ass.”
All she did was nod her head once, not even a pause as she answered in her own way.
“You place a great deal of trust in me. I could leave you a broken wreck and as long as I don’t make you bleed I could well put you in hospital.”
Once again her hands came together and her arms extended, even the threat that I could well put her in hospital was greeted by a simple nod of her head and her gesture that she was giving me all of her as a gift. I was still so deep in thought over all this I simply didn’t see her move. Slave’s fingers touched my cheek, she was so warn to the touch I was shocked, my head turned to her so quickly she instantly pulled her hand away, placing it back onto her lap, palm upwards.
I fucking hate masks. I couldn’t read this woman and that was so frustrating. Still, that need not to do this was fighting with my need to once again feel something close to what I felt when Angie was alive and in the play room.
Once again I sighed. “You require a safe word.”
Slave was frantically shaking her head.
My voice hardened as I said. “Think on this as the only gift you will get from me, I don’t know you, you have already admitted you are new to this. That makes you vulnerable; you will have a safe word.”
Again Slave frantically shook her head. She didn’t see my hand move between us, the force of the blow to her tits sent the top half of her body sideways momentarily. Her scream of pain was muffled by the ball gag. By the time she had recovered and again placed her hands palms upwards on her thighs I was already standing and walking towards the equipment on the far wall.
“Remove your gag and place it on the chair, step away from the door and stand in the middle of this room.”
By the time I had collected everything I needed and turned, Slave was indeed standing in the middle of the room. Even as I worked on her I talked to her, which I found odd. I never did that with Angie, short commands to a dripping Angie was always enough.
“Bend over and hold onto your ankles.”
Slave quickly did just that.
“You can have your pick of any Master, or indeed Mistress, upstairs yet you chose me. I wanted to be left alone in my grief, yet I’ve been pulled back to being who I was by you and this contract.”
The slap across her ass got me nothing more than a grunt. Slave was keeping her mouth shut for now, I worked lube into her and could feel her desperately try to relax her ass to allow me access. First one and then two fingers I had worked into her told me I definitely needed the lube or I would tear her, relaxed or not. Once satisfied, I slowly pushed the butt plug into her, the moan she desperately tried to hide as I did told me a great deal as well. As soon as the thickest part of the plug had entered her, Slave’s instinct was to push back. I waited for this and slapped her other ass cheek.
“When did I tell you to move? You gave yourself to me remember, it’s in that contract you signed. Or was that a lie, are you just playing at wanting to be a slave?”
Slave’s quick shake of her head was her only response. Moving slightly so I was at the right angle I swung my hand and slapped her pussy, the force sent her a step forward to which she very quickly returned to her original place, another grunt from her was her only reply. She was keeping her mouth firmly shut. I left her pussy for a moment and went and knelt next to her head, she either heard or saw me coming and she tensed.
“I was going to give you a gift, remember? A safe word, but you knew better and refused. Do you think that refusing impressed me? Taking that safe word would have impressed me, your vow of silence wouldn’t have mattered- I would have given you something to hold onto that wouldn’t have needed you to say anything.”
Her only reply was to once again shake her head. Getting up and going behind her I watched her pussy. Although she trimmed the hair over her pubic bone, there was no hair at all around her pussy lips, those same pussy lips that had now become blood engorged and glistened in the low light of the cell. Judging by the juices emanating from between her lips I didn’t have to lube her, I did anyway. Tapping her thigh with my hand brought the desired result, Slave’s leg moved half a pace to the side.
She heard the vibrator start, her own body gave her away. Putting it on full and pushing it into her also got the expected result, a soft moan escaped her lips and then caught in her throat as she tried so desperately hard to be quiet. It was only when my palm touched a soaked pussy did she realize the vibrator was fully inside her.
“Stand up and close your legs, keep your arms by your side.”
When the rope went around Slave’s neck she went rigid, I stood and waited, watching her. Finally she took a deep breath swallowed once and finally her body relaxed. Angie was like this in the play room at the very beginning of our relationship so I suppose I should have expected the same from this novice as well. But just like Angie, this novice also had to me taught a lesson. I pulled the rope off her and dropped it on the floor.
“Get your clothes on, your contract is worthless. You brought me here remember, just as you have also seemed to have forgotten the word slave, which is what you are.”
Slave’s mouth opened to say something and just caught herself in time. She shook her head took a step back and slowly knelt down to pick up the rope, the vibrator and butt plug reminding her of her limits. Once stood, Slave took a step forward, placing the rope once again around her neck, her hands again by her side. I still wanted to test her limits, to make her aware this was indeed her last chance.
I grabbed the rope and pulled her close to me, she was inches from my face. Not once had she resisted, part of me suspected she was expecting some sort of retribution for her actions.
“Your ability to do or say anything ended when you signed that contract, remember?”
I waited for her to reply, the slow nod of her head was all I got. I continued to stare at the part of her mask that was her eyes. I still fucking hate masks. It was her shoulders I saw move first, her hands traveled up the space between us and I looked down at her hands. She had cupped them together again, reinforcing her statement that she was giving me a gift. I relaxed the hold I had on the rope, Slave took a step back and tried to kneel.
The vibrator was already starting to have an effect on her if her nipples were anything to go by, the slow moan she made as she knelt before me took us both by surprise, I had to work fast. Waving her to stand I asked her if she had drank anything today she nodded. I asked her a few more questions trying to find out just how hydrated she was which isn’t easy when all you get is a nod or the shake of a head as a reply. Grabbing hold of the rope once again I pulled her to me, she came willingly.
My eye followed the line of her tits and I tied a knot about six inches from her neck, another knot followed four inches below that and one more just above her navel. Slave tried desperately hard to remain still although her breathing pattern still gave away her anxiety. I tapped her thigh and she opened her legs, the rope went between her and I smiled, no chance of either the butt plug or vibrator falling out now I thought, telling her to close them again I turned my attention to behind her.
Once behind her I made sure the rope traveled up the crack of her ass and then up through the rope around her neck. Dividing the rope I brought it back around her front placing it over the top of her tits and between the first and second knot. The rest of the time I spent crisscrossing the rope between her front and back, tying off just below the knot by her navel. It wasn’t my best roping of a slave but given the time frame I had I didn’t want this slave cramping up.
“Place your arms behind you.”
The hand cuffs held her wrists to the back of the rope harness. Slave’s breathing once again became rapid and I grabbed the ball gag, told her to open, and placed it back on her. Holding her by the arms, I guided her backward and then stopped her, hooked the cable to her body harness and lifted her off the floor by about a foot and a half. The harness sank into her skin, Slave screamed as the butt plug and vibrator sank deeper into her as well.
In effect my work was done, now it was down to her body and how long she could hold off for what came next. It was also time to lay down a few ground rules.
“I own you for the duration we are here, is that correct?”
Quickly Slave nodded her head, the rope across her tits bit deep into her causing both her color to change and her nipples to harden even more.
“Do you believe you have earned the right to pleasure?”
She paused before answering me, her body trembled causing her to swing slightly to the left, I could now see her hands clasp and un-clasp as she tried to distract herself from what the vibrator was doing to her. Her lack of answer to my question also earned her a slap across the ass.
“I don’t repeat myself so answer the question.”
Slave quickly shook her head. Mentally the clock was ticking, I knew how long I could keep her up there but she was a novice so I had to anticipate her cramping at anytime. It was also time to throw a few distractions into the mix. I gave her ass a slap, the momentum sending her into a twirl. By the time the rope had turned her around again and facing me I stopped her and attached a peg to her nipple, the other one was on before she realized what I was doing.
The way she seemed to be dry humping let me know the vibrator was pushing her along nicely, the pain from her nipples now adding to the stimulus her body was accumulating. Timing was everything now, the fact I couldn’t see her eyes frustrated me so much, did I mention I fucking hate masks?
It was her toes that gave her away. Slave had clamped her legs together, she tried to cross and uncross her feet at the same time, eventually her toes curled and I knew I needed to be real quick or she would definitely cramp in the middle of her orgasm. I pushed my shoulder into her stomach, lifting her a few more inches off the ground. My hand went behind her and undid the cable from her body harness.
Slave was now heading full force towards her own orgasm, her body went into revolt and started to thrash around, her scream through her gag, although still muffled, sure rang in my ear. She hit the table with a dull thud although I don’t think she actually felt a thing, her orgasm already became all-consuming. I simply watched and waited, I wasn’t done with her yet. Slave slowly took control of her body, it was then I swiped one and then the other peg from her nipples, the ensuing pain shot through her body like a lightning bolt and fed on the remnants of her last orgasm.
Her body once again went rigid which worked in my favor. As she screamed with the pain and a lesser orgasm ripped through her, I undid the body harness not having time to take it off her completely I simply loosened off the knots to all the areas I wanted, pulling her legs apart and slapping her thighs. Even as her last orgasm started to fade she knew what my slapping her meant and she kept her legs as wide apart as she could.
Her pussy was a soaking blood engorged mess, her inner thighs simply dribbled cum. Forcing my hand into her pussy made Slave dig her heels into the table and arch her back, a moan escaped from her before she could once again look at me. Her stare was repaid with a slap across her pubic bone and she quickly relaxed her legs. It took two attempts to grab hold of the vibrator and pull it out, on both occasions it must have taken great willpower on her part to keep her body still while I invaded her most intimate parts to pull out this valuable source of pleasure.
Judging by the speed her chest was moving, I thought it best to remove her ball gag before I continued with what I was doing. Ball gags were still foreign to her and she still needed training with them, how to breath properly even with one that has holes in being a good start. With the gag now on the floor Slave sucked in air and slowly breathed out. It was as I bent down to pick up what I left on the floor as a surprise that I heard it, since I wasn’t looking at Slave directly my hearing attuned itself to what it heard and my brain made the comparison.
I quickly stood up and looked directly at Slave as she gave out a slow moan, the gag no longer adjusting the sound she made as she did. I dropped my surprise on the floor and stepped back. Flashes of past times with Angie in the play room tore themselves from my memories playing in a loop in my mind, echoing in my thoughts and sending a chill down my spine. I had to sit down, Slave noticed me back away and instantly became alert. Quickly pulling the remnants of the body harness off and unlocking herself from the handcuffs.
Even as I sat on the chair watching Slave’s actions, my mind still played that sound, more memories pushed themselves to the surface demanding to be heard. Slave slowly walked towards me, as blurred as my vision was with this onset of images I simply couldn’t pull my eyes away. I had to watch as Slave walked towards me and the image of Angie crossed Slave’s path, both bodies seemed to come together as though they were the same person.
I blinked once more, Slave had stopped and knelt in front of me, waiting. Suddenly I knew more than I should have known and all I could think as it repeated itself over and over in my mind. What have I done?
I felt I had betrayed Angie in the worst possible way and looking at a sweat soaked slave knelt in front of me, I believed I knew who I had betrayed her with.
*******
Slave stood and hesitantly walked those last few steps, paused for a moment and then crawled onto my lap and curled into me. Trying to get as much of her delectably sweaty and cum exhausted body as close to me as she could.
“You know, don’t you?”
Her voice seemed so odd to hear after she had spent so much time trying to hide it from me.
“I suspected yes, you have a similar body frame to your sister. I need to know why you did this.”
Terri gave a giggle before saying, “I seem to remember you doing it to me and Angie was right all along, I loved it, thank you. Oh and by the way, I look nothing like Angie she had much bigger tits than me, I’ve got the hips in the family.”
It was my turn to smile and then laugh, shaking my head at sibling rivalry.
“I refuse to get involved with who has a better or bigger anything, you are both individuals in your own way.”
This time Terri moved to look at me, slowly her hands moved behind the mask and she pulled on the cord, her hands went either side of it and she pulled it away from her face, the lines of the mask still impeded in her skin, a visual reminder of what was once there yet now lay on the floor by the chair. I expected the door to open, Terri read my thoughts.
“Its ok, Mike won’t come in. I know Margo is watching and listening to us, she would have seen me take it off, and she gave me that option.”
Something was fighting within her, she wanted so much to tell me something. Her anxiety was getting worse by the minute. Terri’s hand came up and a finger gently pressed against my lips.
“I have much to tell you and I need to tell you here, its ok Margo knows what I’m going to say, it was she that urged me to simply tell you rather than do this tonight. But I had to know, I needed to feel what you were capable of before I could tell you.”
Terri smiled and took her finger away from my lips so she could replace it with her own lips. She felt the bulge in my pants so she knew the effect she had on me. As our lips parted Terri looked towards the camera.
“Margo, please.”
Terri continued to watch the camera, the lights in the cell flickered and she smiled again almost whispering to herself ‘Thank you my dearest friend’ before returning to look at me.
“Margo is going home now and she is taking Mike with her, all we have to do is knock once on the door and Security will let us out when we want to leave.”
Terri lifted herself from my lap and knelt in front of me, I adjusted my seating so I could watch her more closely. So much about her had started to remind me of Angie. It was clear Terri needed to say something or burst, so I waited. After a moment of watching her hands come together and her fingers interlock only to quickly unlock and once again rest on her thighs that her story came out.
Angie and I had an agreement that we would never talk about her time with her folks, it was plain to see from the outset that they didn’t want her to go with me. Even the marriage invitation was ignored by her family right up until the last minute. It seems that the final straw was when we returned from our honeymoon and Angie spent a week with them. She let it be known that if they chose this path then she would never return to visit them ever again, in her mind she would no longer have a family.
An uneasy peace settled between them and when Angie visited them she spent most of her time with Terri, it was her sister that my wife confided in about her lifestyle and over the course of all her trips back home to see her family the bond between these two sisters grew. When Angie found out about her leukemia she flew home to specifically see her sister, wanting her to come back with her.
Terri looked up at me, tears streamed down her face unchecked as she said, “I’m sorry Master, I rebelled. My sister was dieing and she urged me to come back with her. I knew why and although I wanted to know everything about your lifestyle, I was scared and ran away.”
This startled me. Angie had told me nothing of this, the defeat in her sister’s shoulders as she slumped forward told me so much.
“I was afraid. My sister knew me better than I knew myself, I was to replace her when she died, she did not want you to ever be alone. But I ran away, we never spoke again and even at her funeral I kept my distance from you, even when Mom placed the blame for my sister’s death on your shoulders I did nothing to defend you.”
Again she paused as that day seemed to play out in both our minds. It was true I was so wrapped up in the grief of saying goodbye to Angie and not getting embroiled in a fight over her grave that I saw other members of her family, I didn’t see Terri in all the time I was there. But that still left so many questions unanswered. It was Terri talking once more that pulled me back from my thoughts of that day.
“After the funeral I drifted, my time with my family became less and less. It was at my lowest point I met Margo and she got me my job here. My first week here proved to me I was right to shun you and my sister. But as time went on I took more notice of my surroundings and the people that came here and I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life, yet I knew of no way to correct it.”
“You knew where I lived. You could have come to me, told me about why you believed Angie expected you to replace her.”
Terri was quick to respond. “No I couldn’t, by then the enormity of what I had done to my sister was too much. I ran away from her, my own denial over what she saw in me yet I couldn’t see in myself remained unchecked and soon became all-consuming.”
What she said next made me want to grab her by her arms and shake her.
“I felt I was losing my mind and the only person who could help me I was far too afraid of, to sit down and talk to.”
The tears returned, her hands would not move from her thighs to wipe them away.
“I didn’t understand, even when Angie and I talked and she told me so much about what you two did and I spent so much of that time soaking my panties. Angie knew I wanted what she had but I couldn’t give up my freedom, it took me so long to pry it away from my folks I couldn’t just as quickly give it to someone else.”
Once again she looked directly at me, to emphasize what she was about to say.
“That was two years ago. I have not seen my folks for any length of time since the day of the funeral and the greatest irony is that every day since then I have known all along that my sister had her freedom. She gave it to you willingly because she knew you would treasure that gift. I’ve been back to her grave four times since then and apologized for not seeing what she clearly could.”
I wasn’t sure if Terri remained silent so that I could think or because she had simply run out things to say and waited for my answer.
“What do you want?”
Once again Terri looked so intense as she said. “Angie saw what I couldn’t; now I can. Please take me with you, we both know I can do this.”
I shook my head. “Your family cursed me when Angie left them and we married and I turned her into something they were sure she wasn’t. In their opinion I only brought her back to be buried. Taking another of their daughters away would kill them.”
Her eyes misted and her shoulders slumped. Without saying another word, she stood and walked to another part of the room. Knelt alongside a small cupboard in one corner by the door, opened it and pulled out her bag. She rummaged around in it for a moment and then turned and came back holding an envelope.
“I’m not even sure my sister ever wanted you to see this. I guess all I can hope is that I’m doing what she always wanted me to do by giving you this.”
Her hand came towards me, the envelope in her hand. I took it and instantly recognized Angie’s handwriting. My hands trembled with the treasure I held within my grasp and slowly pulled out the letter within. As I opened the letter a card slid from the safety of the paper inside and dropped onto my lap.
“I received that six weeks before we knew of her death. It has been close to me since, no one knows of its contents other than me and now you.”
The card on my lap momentarily forgotten, as I opened the letter and read its contents.
My dearest sister.
The gift I offered you is still within your grasp. My health prevents me from ever contacting you again, I know you are scared as indeed I was. But you fear the unknown and I can tell you my sister that I have seen all that my husband and my Master is and I love him more each day.
Please my sister, reconsider what we have talked about and what it is that made you leave so suddenly the last time we met and talked about this. Go to him, beg him if you need to but be one with him as I can proudly say I have been for five wonderful years.
My death will leave him so very alone and I worry for him greatly. If he refuses you, give him the one gift he gave me which I have now given to you. He will know and my heart tells me he will understand.
Please my sister, reconsider.
Angie.
It was as I folded the letter I spotted the card on my lap. My trembling hand turned it over and looked at it. Five years ago this very card slipped from my wallet onto the counter at the flower shop and Angie palmed it, later when we talked about it I told her to keep it as a memory to our beginning. My wife had now passed on that very card to her sister in the hope that I would understand that this is yet another new beginning.
*******
Two years have passed since that evening of discovery for both of us. Terri took a week to get her affairs in order and come to me, she has not left my side since then. I don’t treat her any different than I did Angie. Terri insisted on that when she walked through the door to my house. I took her at her word and stripped her, bound her, and invited two of my lesbian friends over to enjoy her for the evening while I went to a business dinner.
She was knelt facing the door with the biggest smile on her face when I got back, she did have a little trouble walking properly the day after. We go back to visit Mark again soon and I have told Terri she can visit Margo and her friends while we are there. I have touched on the subject of her family, Terri quickly lets me know she treats them exactly how they now treat her and had treated Angie.
I suppose the evil monster that has taken two of there daughters from them does, in their eyes look bad. I hope one day that they will come to allow Teri back in their hearts, even if I keep away from them.
Terri only has to ask and she knows I will allow her a week at a time with her folks just as I did Angie. But she never has in all the time she has been with me, admitting to me once that in their eyes she was dead to them. When she told me this I did wonder who indeed the evil monster was. Its also time I married her. Angie was right and so was Terri. She is the perfect replacement for Angie and while she will always hold a special place in my heart, it’s time for Terri and I to move on.