Meeting Her Master (11 page)

Dahlia forced herself to relax and open to him, the relentless pumping now leaving a desire for something more carnal and animalistic. She met his pace and shoved her ass against him, making certain that every inch of him was buried within her. She felt another climax coming on, different from before. It was from a deeper place inside, more hidden and more demanding. Dahlia hissed, trying to hold back her release so she could join him.

“Harder! Blake, fuck me as hard as you can!” she growled. Blake obliged, sinking into her bottom-hole without hesitation. His body stiffened as he poured his hot seed deep into her. Dahlia, feeling the squirting cum, let go and accepted him fully.

Blake collapsed over her chest, his cock still buried deep within her bottom. Dahlia wrapped her arms around his back and gently sunk her teeth into his shoulder. She did not release him until his cock softened and left her body.

“You are mine, Dahlia,” he murmured in her ear. “I am not going to let you go. Ever.”

Dahlia stared at the ceiling, wishing with all her heart that she could believe him.

* * *

Mrs. Alonso gracefully poured wine for the master of the house and his guest, ignoring Dahlia
’
s frown as she lifted her glass.

“Dahlia, you are too young. No alcohol,” Blake said firmly as he watched her reach for the bottle. He turned to Ginger. “Have you told Dahlia about your dalliances?”

“Of course not,” Ginger laughed lightly, “but I am sure they would not surprise her. I have been a frequent guest of Blake
’
s dungeon for years. This is the first time I have seen his face, though. It is rather pleasant, don
’
t you agree, Dahl?”

Dahlia felt jealousy loom again. “You have played with Blake before? Why didn
’
t you tell me?”

“She didn
’
t know it was me. Plus, you were her client and it would not have been appropriate for her to share her personal adventures.”

“Oh, but it was appropriate for her to play-fuck me, right?”

“Don
’
t be so bitter, honey,” Ginger said gently, “you know I adore you. I only wish I could have convinced you to reciprocate. Our play helped you, didn
’
t it?”

“Yeah, but still…”

“Since she is no longer your client,” Blake announced, eliciting a surprised look from both of them, “I thought that perhaps we could explore a different type of non-conventional therapeutic approach. Ginger, would you be interested in joining Giada and having your way with my lovely little pet?”

“Oh, my! Yes!” Ginger clapped her hands, eyeing the tall Hispanic woman lustily.

“Giada is a switch, so you may direct her in any way you desire. Dahlia, remember what I shared with you about boundaries? This is your choice. Would you like to have some play time with these two ladies?”

“I, uh…” Dahlia blushed. It had been her request to him, but she had not believed he would have been so quick to fulfill it. “Can I have a safeword?”

“Have you ever used one with Ginger?”

“No safeword. She never really did anything that needed it.”

“Then no safeword. Giada is excellent at calling a scene and we will be watching. I am assuming your answer is still yes by the flush on your face. Ladies, why don
’
t you two go set your scene while Dahlia and I talk?”

“Yes, Master,” Mrs. Alonso bowed, her eyes gleaming in excitement as she led Ginger out of the room.

Blake turned to Dahlia. “
Well?
”

“
I don’
t know what to say. Thank you?”

“You don
’
t sound very certain.”

“With you watching, I mean…”

“You are not fooling me. I dare you to deny having fantasies of being put on show, Dahlia. Deny that the thought of public humiliation makes you wetter than the thought of my mouth sucking your clit. Deny it, Dahlia.”

“You are so infuriating! How do you know these things about me?”

“The things we tend to protest against the loudest are the things we desire the most. I just want you to stop feeling ashamed for wanting these things. Just so you know, as much as I love to watch, I enjoy performing even more. I like having an audience and I think you will too.”

“What are you saying, Blake?”

“You didn
’
t notice when I used the word ‘we
’
when I mentioned watching. I will have a few friends here enjoying the show with me.”

“
You can’
t! I say no to this!”

“It has nothing to do with your body or strangers touching it. Your ‘no
’
is refused unless you can give me a good reason other than inhibitions or embarrassment.”

“What is the point of having boundaries if you ignore them?”

“It depends on the boundary we are talking about. You have very few sexual boundaries, and offered very few significant hard limits, which I will certainly honor. Anything more that you bring up will be talked about and considered so, at this point, we will explore everything I feel is needed. I gave you the power of personal boundaries when I said you can refuse anyone touching you except me. Unless you feel it will cause you harm, you need not worry.”

“We need to talk more about this boundary thing.” Dahlia stomped her foot.

“You want more control. No. Dahlia,” he drew her close, his lips touching her earlobe, “I have taken all your control from you so that you can learn to stop resisting and begin to trust. I will decide what boundaries you need and when you need them.”

“How are you any different from my father and the therapist? They thought that making choices for me was what I needed.”

“Excellent question. And one that you need to answer for yourself.” Blake stood, extending his hand. “Come and join the party, my darling. It is about you tonight.”

Dahlia was led to the far side of the house to an area she had not visited before. Blake led her down the dark stairs to a small basement amphitheater where a stage was hidden with a heavy curtain and about twenty red velvet chairs were set to face it.

“What is this place?”

“It is actually a screening room, but we use it for public demonstrations and auctions. My slaves love to be put on the block and sold to the highest bidder. We raise money for charity that way.”

“You have got to be joking!”

“Not at all. Several times a year, some of the slaves offer themselves for sale to elite masters from all over the world. The sale is temporary, of course, and the fees are quite high. I always allow the slaves the option to continue with their owner after the time period is ended. Several of my household have found very happy and satisfying masters that way.”

“Isn
’
t that considered flesh peddling?” Dahlia looked horrified.

“It is the choice I allow the household. I want my pets to be happy and fulfilled, and this is the option they have in their contracts. I am very careful about their safety, so have no fear.”

“But you get money to rent out their bodies to strangers! That is sick!”

“Careful of your tone, young lady. There are strict rules and stringent screening. As for money, fifty percent of the sales go to charity and the other into the slave
’
s personal account. If they desire a long-term contract with an owner, I negotiate the fees and the slave receives every cent minus legal expenses and other necessities. The owner is fully responsible for all other expenses. It is a complicated procedure and all about improving the lives of the people who I care about.”

Dahlia looked up at him with a puzzled expression. “Are you telling me the truth?”

“Would you like to look at my records? I can
’
t reveal names, but you can see the numbers, exchanges, and anything else you need to convince you of my sincerity.”

“Why would you let me have access like that? It makes no sense.”

“I want you to believe in me, Dahlia. And you will not unless I can prove that I believe in you.”

“Master Blake? Your guests have arrived, sir.” A young woman ran toward them and dropped to the floor in a deep bow.

“Head up. Open your mouth,” Blake commanded. He unwrapped a piece of butterscotch from his pocket and placed it on top of her tongue. “Good girl. See them in and make certain they are offered refreshments.”

The girl smiled lovingly at his praise as she looked up at him. He patted her head and held out his hand to help her to her feet, kissing her temple before patting her backside as he dismissed her. She dipped her head at Dahlia and raced away.

“Let
’
s get you situated, cupcake. I want you to relax and release your inhibitions,” he said, escorting her behind the stage. “Enjoy this gift. You have my permission to think only of your pleasure tonight.”

Dahlia turned to a hand taking her arm and pulling her away.

“Do you want a toke?” Ginger asked, holding up a joint.

Dahlia looked at Giada
’
s disapproving scowl and shook her head. “No, thank you. Blake doesn
’
t allow drug use here.”

“He
’
s not here and I
’
m sure our buddy here won
’
t say anything.”

“No. I respect him,” Dahlia said. Her eyes widened. “I really do respect him! Ginger! Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, so what? I don
’
t get it.”

“She has stopped resisting her need to be controlled. Respect is the first step to her self-discovery,”
Giada said proudly.
“I also notice that you are not indulging. May I ask why?”

“Blake said I could not touch her if I was high,”
Ginger shrugged.

“It sounds like Dahlia is not the only one who discovered respect. The master awaits. Are you ready?” Giada asked. Dahlia gulped and accepted her hand. “You belong to us tonight. Allow yourself to feel. This will help.”

A blindfold was tied firmly over her eyes and her shoes were removed. She felt a breeze next to her and then warmth, like a sunbeam, upon her face. Her arms were lifted over her head and her dress was slid from her otherwise naked body.

“I
’
m gonna show them who you really belong to tonight,” Ginger whispered in her ear. “Me and my lady friend here are going to make you beg.”

“You are to obey every command we give without hesitation. Your reward will be tremendous, should you listen…” Giada announced from the opposite side. “Disobedience will be very regretful for you. Tonight and tomorrow.”

“I
’
ll obey,” Dahlia promised. “Just please leave my asshole alone. I am very sore and…”

“Why would you be sore?” Giada asked, tying a figure eight binding around Dahlia
’
s wrists. “I think you need to share.”

“I… It
’s embarrassing,
” Dahlia whimpered. “Hey!” she yelled out as she was shoved forward and captured across a woman
’
s soft thighs. A hand began to smack her rapidly over her tender bottom.

“Since she is so reluctant to share, perhaps we will have to look for ourselves,” Ginger said, prying Dahlia
’
s fleshy cheeks apart and holding them wide as she blew on the slightly swollen, puckered opening. She flicked the rosebud with her finger. “That little asshole looks like it was used rather well recently. Was it, Dahlia?”

When Dahlia did not answer, she was bent across a padded bench and rapidly restrained around her ankles, lower thighs, and wrists. The sound of cranking metal was followed first by the uncomfortable spreading of her legs and then the stretching her arms and torso. Cold air was felt as her thighs were pried wide apart and she was bent forward, exposing every pink inch of her womanhood and the cleft between her cheeks. Something traced down the crevice and tapped her moistening pussy.

“Should we show how we enjoy punishing a disobedient girl?” Giada asked. “Would you like to feel the tip of my crop spank this naughty hole?”

“No! Oh, my God, no!! I got fucked in the ass. Blake took me in the ass this afternoon and I am still sore,” Dahlia rapidly confessed as she cringed against the tapping of the leather tip along her delicate flesh.

“Did you like it?” Giada demanded, flicking the crop against its target. “Tell me how much you liked the master fucking you like that.”

“Ow!!!” Dahlia cried out as the crop snapped her again. “It felt good. He shoved his big, fat cock into my ass and fucked me like I was nothing more than his toy! He made me come and soaked inside my ass with his juice. And I loved every bit!”

“I think she likes being impaled,” Ginger said, sticking a lubricated finger into the offended entrance.

“She does, but not as much as she likes this,” Giada said as she aimed her oiled leather paddle and struck Dahlia
’
s left cheek. The sizzling sound of the wet leather striking flesh caused the onlookers to murmur, while the recipient merely lifted her head with an ‘oh!
’
The paddle struck again on the other side, this time not lifting from the pinkened skin. The implement was rubbed back and forth, massaging the oil into Dahlia
’s flesh.

Dahlia fisted her hands as an odd feeling of burning cold touched the place where the paddle had landed. Peppermint oil! The bitch was using peppermint oil! Before she could protest, another smack, then two, added warmth to the stinging spots.

“I think you are being too gentle,” Ginger commented, lifting a two-fingered tawse from the rack. “See how wet she is getting? We can
’
t allow that to happen so quickly, can we?”

Dahlia held her breath as Ginger stroked her bottom and thighs with the length of the tawse. She sensed it being pulled back and anticipated the lash as it swiped her right upper thigh at an angle that caused the implement to strike her pussy as well. Dahlia jumped, unprepared and unable to close her legs to protect her delicate privates.

“Not my pussy!” she cried out.

Ginger ran her hand across the open slit and then spanked it with her palm. “Did you know she has never had this sweet little pussy spanked? She is protesting, but look how creamy she is. Cry out, Dahlia. Let all these people hear how much you enjoy this.”