Cute Girls

The Making of Mary Ch. 05

A woman was waiting and got on with them into the confines of the elevator compartment. She stood close to the doors as Mary and the stranger moved to the back, and he stood behind her. As the doors slid closed Mary felt his hand raising the back of her dress, exposing her bare ass. She nearly gasped out loud as she felt the pseudo-Master’s cock, now out of his pants, press between her cheeks. This was outrageous! She shook her head no, trying to signal him to stop. But he paid her no heed and forced the head of his cock between her thighs, brushing her silky labia. His hands held her wrists tightly to her sides as he continued to tease her. Mary stared at the back of the woman’s head praying she wouldn’t hear something and turn around to look. ‘Please get off before our floor!’ Mary begged in her mind. But they reached the third floor and she suddenly saw that the buttons on the panel indicated the woman was riding to the fifth floor.

As the elevator halted he released Mary’s wrists but held up the back of her dress with his hand as he gently pushed her past the woman, out into the hall. She heard the woman gasp as they slipped by her. But hadn’t Mary earlier envisioned being lewd in front of other hotel guests in the elevator? Shame suddenly flared up within her, yet enhanced her excitement at the site they presented for the shocked woman. How terrifically naughty Mary felt!

He propelled her down the hall towards room 318 and stopped in front of the door. He stood behind her, poking his prick against her ass. He leaned close as his lips glanced her ear and he whispered, “Oh God, I can’t wait to fuck the hell out of that tight cunt. I bet I’ll give it to you better than that so-called master of yours. Have you ever felt eight, thick inches burrowed deeply into your nasty pussy?” Mary winced and thought of her vibrator. She couldn’t help wondering at the difference between her long, fat toy and his live, meaty dick.

He slid the keycard into the slot of the electronic lock and opened the door before her. It was dark in the room, the light from the hall cast across the carpet of the entrance creating strange shadows from furniture in the sitting room. He shoved her inside and slammed the door shut. The sound of the automatic lock clicked loudly. He stepped in front of her, reaching out, searching for the closest lamp. The door separating the sitting room and bedroom slowly opened letting in just enough light to reveal the shape of a man in the doorway, but betraying no details of him.

“So glad you could join us, Tim.” Mary peered curiously toward the door. Her Master’s voice, not a whisper, was familiar. Her eyes squinted in the dull light trying to discern his face but with the low light behind him, his face was cloaked in shadow. “No lights, yet. But I’m sure you can find My slut’s blindfold on the table, next to the TV. Put it on her, now. She loves being kept in the dark.” Tim retrieved the blindfold and slipped it over Mary’s face, pulling the band securely behind her head. “Help yourself to anything at the bar, Tim. Make yourself comfortable.” Her Master’s voice was closer and she knew he’d come into the sitting room with them.

Suddenly she felt her breasts fondled, the warmth of the hands seeping through the smooth fabric of the dress. She heard the sound of ice dropping into a glass and thought it must be Tim getting a drink as he’d been invited. Her Master’s hands roamed her body, smoothing her dress, then around to her ass, squeezing as if feeling the ripeness of a piece of fruit. She felt hot lips pressed to her neck, below her ear, then teeth biting softly biting into her flesh. She shivered and started to raise her hands up to feel the body in front of her. He slapped her hands away.

“We’ve old business to take care of before the fun begins, don’t we? Remind me of your transgressions, slut.”

“I…I wore panties when I wasn’t supposed to,” she whispered.

“What? Speak up, Tim and I want to hear your sweet voice admitting to your disobedience.”

“I wore panties without permission!” she choked with embarrassment on the words. If it had only been admitting to her Master that would have been right as she deserved to confess her offenses to him. But she was being ordered to reveal her guilt before Tim, a stranger, and that made it more exasperating. She pictured Tim’s face in her mind. He must be sitting there, with a disgusting look of amusement on his face. She felt her face grow hot. “I spoke rudely to you on the phone.” Her voice was softer, ashamed for having been disrespectful to him, regardless of the fact that she hadn’t know it was him on the phone on that quiet Sunday at work. She cried out as he painfully grabbed her by her arm and yanked her across the room. She nearly fell over an obstacle up against the front of her thighs. He placed his hand between her shoulders and shoved her forward. She realized he was pushing her over the arm of the couch as her face hit the cushion. He hitched her dress up over her naked, full ass and brought his palm down with a resounding smack. She squealed and tried to pull her hips in, checked by the arm of the couch. Tim’s laughter rang in her ears.

Mary felt something cool and flat smooth across her ass, then felt the hot sting as it slammed against her tender flesh. She cried out and tried to squirm away. Tears sprang up behind her eyelids, seeping out into the blindfold. She reached behind her to shield her ass with her hands and was rewarded with a hard crack against the knuckles of her fingers. She screamed and jerked her hands away.

“Tim, get over here and take hold of this whore’s hands. It seems she wants to fight this lesson in obedience.”

She felt strong hands grip her wrists and pull them together, pressing into the cushion above her head. The spanking resumed, first on one cheek, then the other. The blows were strategically placed so as to spread the heat of the pain evenly across her ass. She tightened her buttocks uselessly trying to ward off the searing sensations spreading across her flesh. Her mind was reeling, appalled by one man stretching her arms above her while another man laid into her soft, full ass. Yet she couldn’t ignore the biting stimulation as she felt her pussy quiver and her juices ooze from the mouth of her cunt. She grunted with each impact, it hurt so badly. But her body betrayed her and grew ever more aroused with each landing of the paddle in her Master’s hand. When her ass began to unmercifully burn she screamed.

“Stop! Please! Ohhhh!” she begged as her body shook with sobs.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, slut!” her Master growled and gave her several more harsh swats. He stopped and stood back, looking at her beet-red cheeks, then up at Tim. “Get on your knees,” he commanded her as he grasped the back of her dress and pulled her to the floor. Tim released her hands. “Our friend Tim has been promised a little reward. I think now is the time to show your appreciation of your lesson. Tim, she’s very good at sucking a cock and since you were kind enough to help Me out tonight, you deserve some pleasure. you know what to do, slut.” Tim stood and moved in front of Mary, letting his pants fall to his ankles and paused, his cock hanging long and hard in front of her face.

“Grab her by her hair on either side of her head. She enjoys being controlled. What are you waiting for, go on, fuck her mouth!”

Tim snatched her hair in his fists and pried her lips apart with his swollen knob then shoved his dick into her hot, wet mouth. Mary gagged and tried to resist. Panic welled up in her and she brought her hands up to push Tim away but he overpowered her. Then she felt fingers breaching her pussy lips, taunting her hard clit and she squirmed. Another hand gripped her breast and fingers savagely pinched her nipple. Her scream was muffled by the huge cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. Tension began to build in her cunt. Fear coursed throughout her yet she was inexplicably excited. She wanted to come so badly that she began to brazenly hump the fingers teasing her sopping pussy.

“Look at you, rubbing your cunt against My hand while you suck some stranger’s prick. you’re such a horny, dirty girl. you’re so wet you must really be enjoying yourself, whore.” Her Master whispered into her ear. Mary moaned and tried to shake her head. She wasn’t a whore! She didn’t like sucking Tim’s cock, she only wanted her Master’s. “No? you don’t like this? you could have fooled Me as your pussy is flowing like a faucet.” He pulled his hand away and smiled as he watched her ass stick out shamefully. He stood up and faced Tim, bringing his wet fingers to Tim’s lips. “Taste My slut, lick My fingers clean. This is as close to her pussy as you’re going to get.”

“Fuck you, I’m not gonna lick…hey!” Tim yelled in surprise as her Master smeared Mary’s juices all over Tim’s lips. Tim let go of Mary’s hair to push the offending hand away from his face. “What the hell?” Tim grunted as her Master shoved him away from her. Tim’s cock was abruptly torn away from Mary’s mouth.

“That’s enough, Tim. You agreed to go along with what I said. If you can’t follow My direction then it’s time for you to leave.” He grabbed Mary’s arm and pulled her to her feet.

“Fuck that! I’m not done, yet. You said…”

“Oh, you’re done all right, your purpose has been met. But you’re not good enough to come in My slut’s mouth or any other part of her body. I’m sure you can find your own bitch to get off with.” He pulled Mary behind him and stared icily at Tim. Not being able to see anything, Mary felt a bit frightened, listening to the heated animosity between the two men. Tim backed down and cursed under his breath as he pulled his pants up.

“You son of a bitch,” Tim snarled as he pulled his pants up then slammed the door as he left the room.

Mary’s thoughts were in disarray. She felt dizzy, trembling with fear and excitement. She was awed that Tim had given in to her Master’s will. His power was exhilarating. She wished she could have seen the expression on Tim’s face, feeling some revenge for embarrassing her in the lounge.

“I can’t say I blame him for being pissed off, you do have such a beautiful mouth, mary.” He pulled her through the bedroom into the bathroom. She heard the water running in the sink, then felt a glass pressed to her lips. “Here, wash your mouth out, get rid of his taste. I want you to taste only Me if I decide to let you suck my cock.” She swished the water in her mouth then using her hand to find the sink she spat it out. “Take a drink, you’ll feel better. While you’re in here use the toilet, I don’t want to be interrupted because you need to pee.” Mary hesitated, listening for him to leave. But instead she heard the water in the sink running again. She realized he was not going to leave and sat down on the toilet, feeling awkward and disconcerted. When she was done he pulled her to her feet and she gasped in shock at the feel of a cold, wet washcloth roughly wiping her pussy.

He led her into the bedroom and stopped her a few feet from the bed and sat down. He sat there for a few moments to gaze at her. He pictured her at work, unsuspecting, as he’d walked by her desk. Only a day ago he’d even spoken to her about a client and she had been her usual cheerful, professional self. It excited him to think of her unknowingly conversing with her Master, as he thought of her sucking his cock in her car.

“From our talks and all that you’ve read I’m sure you understand what a safe word is. your safe word is red, if you need to slow down then say the word yellow. Remember that. I will not cease any action if you use the word stop. Now, take your dress off, I want to see what I’m playing with tonight.”

Mary hesitated. She felt discomfited as she was far from the svelte, model type and very self-conscious about her figure. She heard a soft sound, perhaps he had stood up and this compelled her to reach up and pull her dress straps over her shoulders and down her arms. She began to shiver with slight anxiety as she let the dress fall from her body to the floor. The room was cool and she felt the goosebumps rise on her skin. It was so quiet she wondered if he had taken a dislike to what he saw before him. But after several moments she felt his fingertips brush her erect nipples which sent chills through her. He cupped her heavy breasts in each of his hands and began to lick and kiss them in turn. She moaned and pushed against his mouth.

“Don’t move!” he admonished her. She gasped as she felt the hot sting of his hand slap her breast. He began to kiss and suck her breasts again purposely avoiding her hard, needy buds. She moaned and arched her back slightly willing her Master to suck her sensitive nipples. “When I tell you not to move I mean it,” he whispered and she instantly stiffened with apprehension. He pulled away from her and picked up a crop from the nightstand. He quickly brought it down across the tops of both her breasts. Mary cried out and instinctively pulled her chest in and raised her hands in foolish response.

This was all a little overwhelming. Earlier she’d felt tricked and humiliated that her Master had used Tim to set things into play. Now, her mind raced with doubt that she could truly handle what she had gotten herself into. She’d had a silly romantic notion of being a sub. Mary had mentally expected that pain was involved in the experience but was not quite prepared at the emotional response she was now feeling. Perhaps she was not meant to be a sub after all. Her confidence wavered as he brought the crop down again hitting her hands covering her tits. She shrieked as the sting burned across the backs of her soft hands.

“Hands down, slut. you moved when told not to. you must learn that I require, demand, your obedience.” As she hesitantly relented and lowered her hands he swatted the side of one breast then the other in quick succession. She hissed through her teeth as she strained to stay upright and still, feeling the burning in her round, fleshy tits. She suddenly realized her pussy was twitching and her juices were seeping freely. He continued striking her breasts, laying criss-crossed stripes of scarlet across her pale flesh. Her gasps and grunts came hard with each impact and her breasts burned painfully, at first. She slowly discerned the stinging blows were melting into an exquisite pleasure, especially when he struck her hardened nipples. She felt herself sinking into the erotic pain, absorbing it, feeling it flow throughout her body. Mary felt a little confused as her mind still tried to deny the lascivious reaction her body was going through. She had not even noticed that she’d pushed her breasts forward making his target that much easier. When he stopped she couldn’t help her disappointment as her pussy throbbed between her damp thighs.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you My slut. your tits look so beautiful with My marks.” He paused to admire his work as he enjoyed her reaction reaching down to find her cunt dripping wet. Then he grabbed one breast and pulled it up to his mouth sucking hard on her abused nipples. She shrieked and nearly came right then, shocked by the violently electric sensations zipping from her tits to her clit. But her climax was interrupted as he grabbed her arm and jerked her forward causing her to stumble and fall face down onto the bed. He yanked her arms above her head and quickly tied her wrists together with a leather strap. “Now, what shall I do with you?” he taunted her.

Mary groaned as her cunt throbbed. She almost felt ashamed as all she could think of was her desperate need to come. She nearly giggled with the delirious thought of how this was what it must feel like for a man with so-called blue balls. She screamed in outrage as his hand soundly connected with her plump, round ass. She had fully anticipated feeling his cock shoved deeply inside her and raised her ass up to invite him into her.

“How shall you please your Master tonight?” he growled. Instead of his cock in her pussy she felt his hand come down on her ass as he spanked her hard, again. She wailed at the insult to her tender bottom. She screeched as he continued to spank her, first on one cheek then the other, with fast, well aimed slaps. She wriggled against the mattress trying to move away and her legs widened apart for a moment. In that instant his hand landed solidly on her pussy and she squealed, close to coming again.

“I’m going to come!” she cried as she felt herself on the very brink of release.

“Not without my permission, bitch. Hold it!” he sternly warned. Mary’s muscles in her pussy and thighs pulled in and she stiffened trying to stop the fiery orgasm nearly bursting from within her straining cunt. “Look at you, struggling, needing, desperate. I like you like this, wanting so badly.” He was breathing hard with excitement. His slut’s reactions were more than he’d even anticipated as he felt her juices smeared on his palm and watched her trembling body. “Tell me, how will you please your Master?” he said as he slid his finger all around her drenched pussy lips.

“Oh, god. Please? Please!” Mary cried out as she wiggled her hips to help his probing fingers toward her engorged clit. Then she felt his fingertip simply rest lightly against her aching nub and she thought she would go mad! She was ready to explode just with that gentle touch while her ass and tits burned from his punishing attentions. “Please let me come, Master. Please!” she managed to sputter in frustration as she pushed her face into the bed.

He quickly rolled her over and grabbed her hips roughly pushing her back to lie across the bed. He gazed at her admiring her pale flesh, her full breasts, her wet cunt displayed as she automatically spread her legs in wanton expectation. His cock twitched up and down hungry to impale her juicy pussy and fuck her hard. Yet he held himself back keeping control as he reached to the nightstand and picked up the flogger. The weight of it felt good in his hand and he traced the tips of the leather ribbons across her belly and tits. He tickled her armpits and the sensitive skin of the insides of her upper arms. She giggled and squirmed and started to speak when her words were cut off by the forceful thwack of the flogger across her huge tits. She grunted hard as the heavy, stinging sensations invaded her body. He struck her again, the leather strips landing partially on her breasts but mostly on her abdomen. She gasped but remained silent trying to make sense of how the pain felt hot but so sweet.

“Each time you feel that, slut, you will tell me ‘thank you Master, may i have another.” He did not give her time to collect her thoughts and feelings as he struck her again then paused for a moment to hear her utter those words of submission. When all he heard was her whisper, “Oh, no, no,” he whipped her inner thighs and she screamed the words he’d commanded from her. She received a steady stream of whacks to her breasts, belly and inner thighs. With each strike he was satisfied with the sound of her voice, sometimes breathless, sometimes growling with pain proclaiming the words, “Thank you Master, may i have another!” When the ribbons of leather made connection with her glistening pussy she would buck her hips up and whimper for him to stop but never release the safe word from her lips. He was thrilled with her strength and submission. He had not expected her to be able to take so much for her first time.

“you are a hot little bitch, aren’t you?” He dropped the flogger to the floor and knelt beside the bed pulling her toward him. When she felt his tongue licking her pussy lips she jerked and cried out.

“Oh, please, i need to come!” she sobbed and writhed against his mouth. Yet he continued to torment her, nibbling her, delving his tongue between her lips. He grinned at how wet she was, at how sweet she tasted. Her pussy was extremely sensitive after feeling the flogger whip against her supple, swollen lips. “Oh, i don’t think i can stop it!” she screamed and he immediately pulled away from her reaching up to swat her breast hard with his hand.

The above occurred late on Wednesday afternoon. I left Mistress Eva and once again was met by Mistress Mary who took me to my new quarters. At the door, Mistress Mary told me to undress, which I did immediately. I handed her my cloths and naked walked into the suite. It was a magnificent set of rooms. There was a large master bedroom with a Hugh four poster bed. There was a bathroom, which was like a Roman bath, and there was a smaller bedroom, which was mine. I entered my bedroom, and there laid out on the bed was a beautiful dress. The bathroom was equipped with all the grooming aids needed. I looked around the Roman bath and noticed that there was a two-person tub, a commode and a bidet. I ran a bath and just soaked in the oils and perfume that was available for the water. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was lying between the legs of Mistress Ann. I began to squeeze and pull my nipples. I then reached between my legs and pleasured myself over and over again. I next did my hair and makeup and went to get dressed.

After I dressed I did something I did not think I would ever be able to do, I went for a walk about the grounds. It was on an old Plantation, south east of Atlanta. There were beautiful old weeping willow trees, beautiful gardens with magnificent fountains. One could only imagine what this was like in pre civil war south. I returned to my suite of rooms, and there on a table was a beautiful dinner laid out. There was also a note that told me a gust would be arriving by ten in the morning on Thursday, the very next day. I was further instructed to wear the outfit laid out on the bed. I got up and inspected the cloths on the bed. It was very simple; a white pleated skirt that would be about knee length as well as an oversized cotton shirt, and no underwear. I climbed into bed at about ten p.m. I usually was very tired from my day’s work and never had a moment’s trouble falling to sleep. However, I had not done any physical labor all day and was really quite nervous about tomorrow. Even though I had been instructed on what to do, this would be the first time and I was really not very sure of myself. Further more I was terribly afraid of making a mistake and being punished. I had no idea of what that punishment would be, but when I was told it would be the worst I had no reason to doubt it. Morning finally came, and I took another scented bath and did my hair and makeup and put on the uniform that was left for me.

At exactly ten a.m. the door flung opened and in walked Mr. and Mrs. J.J. Walker. They looked to be in their forties. She was not very tall, but quite thin. She had died blond hair, blue eyes and her make up was really done very poorly. He was quite tall, rather handsome. His hair was slicked straight back with pomade, as was the style of the day. He was in a suit with a vest. She turned to me and not really acknowledging me told me to unpack all of the suite cases and when that was done to prepare the bath for both of them. She said, ” just look at me! I am a mess you must put me in shape for tonight. I want to be the most coveted women at the dinner tonight” It was like a whirlwind. She started to bark orders to someone who was in the hall. Ordering lunches and wines. I was unpacking her suite case. One contained the loveliest evening gowns. One small case contained only jewelry, and one contained only lingerie. His contained a number of tuxedo shirts and hose. The other contained what looked to be strange costumes. I finished unpacking and stood against the wall, as I had been taught, waiting to take care of any need that might arise.

Lunch came, and I supervised the setting up of the table. They sat to eat, and I poured the wine. I made sure that the glass was never empty. When they finished, and the dishes removed, Mrs. Walker turned to me, told me that she and her husband were now going to take a nap and I was to make sure that they were not disturbed until 3 p.m. At that time I was to wake them and prepare them for the evening. I nodded my assent, and went to turn down the bed.

When I finished Mrs. Walker then instructed me to undress her. I immediately began to undo the buttons and remove her cloths. When she was completely naked she told me to unpin her hair, which I did. I naturally reached for her brush and brushed her hair out. Even though it was died, it was rather long and very luxurious. I was able to examine her with my eyes. She had breasts that were no longer firm but had started to sag. Her nipples were very pink and had very small areolas. Her waist was rater small and her hips flared out. She had a very thick covering of black pubic hair. I pulled the covers back and she climbed in. During all of this her husband had sat in an easy chair watching and smoking a cigar. After I had put Mrs. Walker into the bed I turned to go to my room. Mr. Walker said “young lady, where are you going? Please prepare me for bed”. I knew not to hesitate, I walked directly to him and began to undress him. I had his suit and shirt off in seconds. He was standing there in his underwear and garters. I removed his undershirt and his under shorts. Bent quickly and undid his garters and removed his socks. I stood up and there for the first time I saw a grown man naked. My heart was beating so fast and loud that I was sure he could see and hear it. He really was much more handsome naked. He was not very hairy, and had what I imagined to be a normal size penis. It just sort of hung there between two balls that hung down in a large sack. I immediately turned his side of the bed down and he climbed in. I turned all the lights off, closed the shades and went into my room.

At 2:45 I went into the Roman Bath and started the water running. I added soap and scented the water with perfume and oils. In Mr. Walker’s tub I added only oil. At 3 p.m. I went and awakened them. They were sleeping in a position the best way that I can describe as two spoons. Her back was pressed against his front. I gently awakened them. I informed them that the bath was ready. I stepped away from the bed and waited for them to get up. Mrs. Walker arose first, stood directly in front of me stretched. As she raised her hands above her head her breasts rose, and I noticed that her nipples had hardened. Mr. Walker now was standing next to her, he to was stretching, and when I looked at him I almost let out a gasp. His penis was no longer just hanging there, but standing straight up. It was thick and long almost touching his belly button. There was skin covering the whole thing, with what looked like a pink eye peeking out of the top.

Mrs. Walker walked into the bathroom and climbed into the tub, followed by her husband. I stood by the tub waiting for my instructions. They just lay there soaking for about twenty minutes. Finally Mrs. Walker told me to wash her hair, which I did, and then I did her body. She steeped out of the tub and her body was all pink and soft. I did her hair; she wanted it up with curls and some strands hanging loose on the side. I did as instructed. Next I did her makeup. Judging by the way that she looked when she came in I couldn’t do worse. When I was done she smiled turned to her husband, who was now in a terrycloth robe sitting in a big easy chair watching us, and asked what he thought. He was amazed at how beautifully I had made his wife look. I next took the razor and shaved her underarms. I ran my hand up and down her leg and suggested that I also do her legs. She agreed heartily. When I finished she asked her husband how he would like her vagina trimmed. He replied that for tonight it should remain au natural. Mrs. Walker then told me I would have the opportunity to shave her pussy tomorrow.

I now moved to Mr. Walker, lathered his face and proceeded to shave him. I next dressed her. She had picked out a corset that was called a Merry Widow. Basically it fit under her breasts, forcing them up and out, it cinched her waist and had garters hanging from it which were attached to sheer white stockings. On top of this all she wore was a sheer white penoir. Mr. Walker wore what I could best describe as an opera cape and nothing else.

It was now 6:30 p.m. and Mr. Walker told his wife that it was time for cocktails. As they walked out of the room Mr. Walker said that they should return sometime before dawn, and that I needn’t stay awake, they would wake me if they needed me to put them to bed. With this they left. I remade the bed and prepared it for them for when they returned.

At three a.m. Laughing and much noise awakened me. Mrs. walker was leaning against the bathroom door laughing. Mr. Walker had come to wake me. He told me that his wife had indulged in a little too much Champaign and needed to be cleaned up and put to bed. I immediately jumped out of bed, fearing of not being obedient and being reported to Mistress Eva. I have said before I only wanted to please Mistress Eva, and feared what the punishment would be if I didn’t. I had all I could do not to show my shock when I examined Mrs. Walker. She told me she had had the best evening that she had had in years.

It was hard for me to imagine what had happened to her. Her hair which I had done so carefully was hanging down and it looked like someone had put blotches of clear jell in it causing it to stick together. There were red blotches all over her body, which was completely naked with her, outfit nowhere in sight. I quickly ran the tub. I gently put her in, and as I was sitting her down she grimaced as her behind went into the water. She exclaimed that her ass had never been so sore. I had no idea of what happened to her, and could not believe that she had enjoyed herself as much as she had said. When I got her out of the tub, she told me that I should oil her body since she was totally dried out. I did as I was told. She turned around so that I could rub the oil into her back. She told me that I would have to oil her backside since it really had been worked over. I must admit that I had no idea if what she was talking about, but I had been trained to do whatever I was told and I was not about to put myself in jeopardy. She bent over, presenting her behind to me. I was really amazed, it seemed as if her anus was stretched completely opened, and looked like a small tunnel. I did as I was told and applied oil all over her, When I was done I led her to the bed where her husband was sound asleep. She crawled under the covers and was asleep before I turned the light off. I returned to my own bed wondering what in the world went on in those private parties. I could not for the life of me understand what had happened to her and why she liked it so much.

For the next two years my life consisted of taking care of various couples who attended the parties at the mansion. I very quickly learned what the term pussy meant, and became very adroit at inventing new styles of pussy hair which made me a favorite of both the men and the women. During this period of time I endured some of the harshest punishments. I occasionally nicked someone while shaving him or her or for some reason displeased someone. I endured these trials knowing the pleasure I would receive from Mistress Eva if I did everything right.

About two weeks after my twenty fifth birthday Mistress Eva called me to her office. I knew that I was in for something horrible. I could not figure out what I had done, but I knew that if she were holding the riding crop when I entered that it would be a long hard week. When I entered she asked me if I had come to like the mansion. I told her it was she who I liked and that she was all that mattered. She then told me that it was time for me to move on. I was now twenty five and old enough to begin the second phase of training and that I would be turned over to another who would look after my further education and that I would learn to love that person with even greater emotion then I had for her. I could not believe my ears. I wanted to scream but knew that it was not the obedient thing to do. Mistress Eva informed me that she and I would be leaving that evening on the train to Chicago, where I would be meeting with others from the society who had gone through similar training. There would be an auction and one of the society members would buy me. I would then be their property to do with as they saw fit. She told me that I had been trained to be obedient and that if I weren’t it would be a reflection on her. She also informed me that the punishments would be quite sever making anything I have had seem like child play. So a word to the wise, do as you are told. Now, she said go bathe and prepare yourself for the journey. You will not need to take anything with you.

The train ride to Chicago seemed like an eternity. I could not believe that I was leaving Atlanta for God knows where. We arrived at Union station in downtown Chicago. A liveried chauffeur was waiting for us and drove us to a mansion in Glencoe. When we arrived at the front door, Mistress Eva turned to me, kissed me full on the lips and told me that this was as far as she could go and that she loved me and would miss me. I noticed that there was a tear in her eye. She implored me to do as she had taught me and not bring shame to her. With that she turned and left.

I turned back to the door just as it opened. A butler told me to follow him. I was led down a back staircase to a bare room. He left and another door opened and a woman of about sixty years old walked in. She was extremely stern and told me to undress. I did so, and when completely nude she told me to follow. We entered a dimly lit chamber. I could make out other bodies against the walls. We came to a spot where I was told to put my back against the wall. To my surprise the wall was cushioned and warm. She next put a jeweled collar around my neck. The collar had a large loop in the back, and this was attached to a hook on the wall. The same procedure was done with both wrists, so that when finished I was securely fastened to the wall. By this time my eyes had adjusted to the light and could see that there were ten of us, five men and five women, The one difference in the way we were secured was that the men had a ring around their penis attached to a chain attached to the collar. In this manner their penis was held upright.

As I looked around I saw that the females were all about the same age as I was. Some had larger breasts some smaller. Some had very hairy pussies some sparsely covered. The men were also very different. The sizes of their penises varied as did the thickness and the amount of hair.

I was the last to arrive and after about one hour the doors opened and people started to arrive. They were all couples and all of different ages. Some seemed very young, not older then I and some seemed like they were in their eighties. They started to examine us. A middle-aged couple approached me. The man said to the woman, “this one looks fine” The woman answered yes she does, I like her red hair and milk white skin. The husband laughed and said yes a natural red head. She approached me and told me to open my mouth. I did as told. She examined the inside of my mouth even running her finger over my gums. She next pulled on my left nipple. She squealed with delight and exclaimed look at the size of it its wonderful. The pinch hurt but also sent a shiver of pleasure through my body. The husband came forward and opened the lips of my vagina. He exclaimed, look at this she is wet already. I did not understand what he did next, but he pulled the skin back at the vortex of my vaginal lips. His wife said look at that clit, its Hugh I love it and ran her finger over me. I didn’t know what was happening but my heart was beating fast and I loved the feeling between my legs. He let go of me and stepped back. She said “William this is the one I want can we please get her” his reply was we’d see.

For the next hour I was pulled and prodded by a variety of people. I thought I had urinated because I felt so wet between my legs, but I know that I didn’t. I watched as the others were fondled in the same manner, How the men were stroked so that their penises grew to full size. Finally a bell rang and they all left. The old lady came back and put numbers around our necks, and led number one out. We had no idea what was happening, but no one who was led out came back.

Finally it was my turn. I was led into another room, and put up on a table in the middle. The master of ceremonies steeped forward and described me to those assembled. He assured them that I was a total virgin. I had never had oral anal or vaginal sex however was extremely obedient and eager to please. He then started the bidding. To my surprise there were quite a few who were interested. I was finally sold to the couple who had so badly wanted me. The women came forward and hooked a leash onto my collar and took me from the table. When we reached her husband, she told me to get on my knees and put my hands behind my back and sit quietly. When I did as told she patted me on the top of my had and softly said good girl, good girl. I sat there not knowing what was going to happen. My eyes were looking everywhere. There was another auction going on, and there were other couples who had already made their selection, with their slave sitting in the same exact position I was in. I was taking everything in. I was especially interested in those who were in the same position I was in.

I looked up on the stage and there was a young man who was being auctioned off. The auctioneer had stoked his penis until it stood out. I must tell you that all of this was having an effect on me. Meanwhile, my new mistress was patting my head and stroking my neck. She occasionally would lightly run her finger over and around my ear. No one had ever touched me this way and I loved the tingle it caused in my body. Her husband came over to us and pulled up a chair. He casually took the nipple of my left breast between his thumb and forefinger, and gently pulled and twisted it. He was making me crazy, and I loved every minute of it. All the while his wife was tickling my neck and ears. Finally the auction was over and every slave had been bought. The master of ceremonies then informed all present that they were to retire to their rooms, and be ready for cocktails at 6. Everyone rose to leave. My mistress gave a slight tug on my leash and led me away down the hall. We entered a suite of rooms similar to those at the mansion in which I did my training. There was a large bedroom with a small Roman bath attached.

When we were in the rooms, my mistress unhooked the leash and told me to undress her. Her husband sat in an easy chair watching. I quickly undressed her. She had a lovely body. Her breasts were on the large side with long dark red nipples. Her waist was slender and her hips flared out. Her pussy was trimmed almost bare. I could see how her inner lips protruded. It was quite a contrast to my figure.

When she was nude she told me to undress her husband. None of this really surprised me, since I had been doing this for the last two years. I removed the cloths of my master, but could not tale my eyes off his penis. I could not figure out what was wrong with it. It had no skin covering the tip. It had a big mushroom head hanging down.

I was sure that the next command would be to start the bath, but that was not to be so. My mistress came over to me and said, ” I know you are pure and that is what we wanted.” It is now time for your education to continue. We bought you for our pleasure, and in time I hope you will receive as much pleasure form servicing us, as we will have in using you. I just stood there and could not imagine what was about to happen. Now my dear she said get on the bed and lie on your back. I did as I was told; always knowing that not obeying would mean punishment. When I was on my back, I was told to lift and spread my legs. Next I was told to put my hands under my knees and pull my legs further back and as wide as I could. After doing this she spread my pussy open and exposed my clitoris. My master came over and started to lightly run his fingers along the sides of my pussy and lightly flick my clit with his thumb. See how nicely she lubricates he said to his wife, I think she is ready, heaven knows I am he laughed. Just be patient my mistress said I will let you know when.

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