Cute Girls

The Bait

It was by pure accident that Alyssa Cannon stumbled across the extensive, bondage file that her boss stored on his business laptop, but once the discover was made, she found it impossible to return to a state where she could look at Nick Nolen and simply see a reserved, somewhat arrogant, and often highly annoying accounting executive in one of the most prominent firms New York City had to offer; in the first days following her surprise findings, she felt herself flush whenever she was forced to be near him…his strong, demanding and utterly impatient voice sounding loudly through the intercom that rested on her desk made her pulse thunder wildly as wonderfully wanton images flooded her mind. Again and again. She couldn”t shake them. Day and night she was tormented in an unmercifully manner by the photographs she had viewed…photos that Nick had download from various web sites, featuring women bound and gagged and tied in the most provocative and most vulnerable positions that left them frighteningly open to any and all sensually erotic tortures the men who had placed them in those lecherous positions longed to inflict on their helpless bodies…every single night for two weeks after she found the pictures and then looked at the history on Nick”s computer to find that he subscribed to several sites that featured graphic, bondage stories, Alyssa had returned to those sites via her personal home computer; she had returned to the sites that both amazed and intrigued her and with a little digging and using what she knew about Nick and his very intense nature, Alyssa managed to figure out which narratives Nick had penned under an assumed name and after each one she read, she laid down on her bed with her legs spread wide while she stroked herself to orgasmic release.

For her, it was quite a shock to find herself aroused by bondage images…to find herself hot and longing to submit herself to Nick in the most intimate way…she had always thought him to be a handsome man, with hair that was too dark to be blond but too light to be brown, making it a very interesting merging of the two shades that contrasted well with his sharply intelligent, abstruse, azure blue eyes, fringed as they were with thick and long lashes.

He was, she had once heard a co-worker describe, masculine perfection with perfectly and almost beautifully crafted features; high cheek bones with full lips that curved into a smile that could be mocking as well as humors…he had a strong jaw line, stubborn was the word Alyssa would have chosen to call it, but what she most admired were the boyish like dimples that managed to take off some of his hard edge, when he allowed himself to really relax, which he rarely did when he was at the office, the only real place where Alyssa ever saw him.

She had been working for him for nearly two years, before she found the stash that forever altered how she viewed him and their relationship had proven friendly yet professional, with Nick only asking a few questions from time to time, in regards to his personal life; he knew that she was twenty four years old and that she had moved to New York from Georgia, searching for a change in her life after she made the decision not to marry her high school sweetheart, as her mother and her father and so many others had expected, and almost demanded she do.

When she had shared that story with Nick, during her initial interview with him, he had smiled and told her how much he admired her decsion, to strike out in her own; only twenty two at the time, it had been a big move for her and with only minimal office experience in her past, she had seriously questioned any chance she had at landing a job with such a major firm…with a man as respected and, to an extent, feared as Nick Nolen, so hearing from him the following day had been a wonderful surprise.

Demanding, never willing to settle for less than perfection, Nick had the ability to be brash and often pushy with her, and others, but Alyssa quickly learned how best to handle him, when she needed to keep anyone from disturbing him, herself included; his moods became an easy thing for her to read and understand and within months, they were like a perfect unit, working as one, with Alyssa often able to anticipate his needs before he had a chance to voice them and though he rarely said it, she knew he appreciated what she did for him.

All and all, he was more than a decent boss, overly fair in what he paid her and always more than willing to grant her the rare time off she needed…he never pried too much, but he did ask from time if she had yet to manage to convince her family if that she had made the right decision for herself and once or twice, he casually asked if she were involved with anyone, but Alyssa never gave his inquiry into her love life much thought; she felt certain he saw her as nothing more than an personal assistant and she knew, for a fact, that he didn”t do serious relationships with women, as she was the one who handled the mundane task when Nick did date.

The gentleman who owned the flower shop he used knew Alyssa by name, as did most of the host and hostess at the restaurants he preferred…she was the one who fielded his phone calls when women he had broken off association with continued to call, and almost every woman did, at least two or three times and more than once, one broke down and cried pitifully when Alyssa had to repeatedly tell them that Nick was unavailable.

It was daunting, at times, but she dealt with it, and she enjoyed her work…she actually liked Nick even when he did managed to annoy her…and then the day came when he called her from a meeting at a very important client”s office to ask her to download some information off his laptop to transfer to his main computer and as she set alone at his desk, shortly before their firm closed for the day, she searched for the file he needed, one he had saved under the name Bonds, the name of their client and thinking she had clicked on it, Alyssa was left breathless when the file actually came up as Bondage. Bondage. She blinked twice before believing it. She shook her head…and then, in a shocked stupor she stared, and the began to look at the endless sequence of pictures with their originating web sites listed beneath them.

She set at his desk for nearly an hour, looking and reading…she was lost in what she saw and she felt suddenly as if she were seeing Nick Nolen for the very first time; finding the files showed her a side of him she had never before suspected, much less seen and by the time she closed the file and located the correct one, she was breathless as well as confused and when she went home, she realized her cunt was sopping wet with need and she had to release herself as she reclined in her bathtub, recalling again and again all she had discovered.

Sleep didn”t favor her that night, and when she did doze, she was tormented with erotic dreams that left her feeling on edge the following morning…she had to masturbate during her long shower and when she arrived at work, she felt nervous and flushed each time Nick spoke to her, or said her name with his deep, rich voice.

Suddenly, Nick went from being merely her boss to serving as the man who stared in her most racy daydreams…she couldn”t force his image from her mind and at night, she set for hours at her computer, searching the web sites she had learned about via the file she had saw…she became somewhat obsessed with bondage and how much it managed to arouse and once she managed to discern the stories that Nick had written on one particular site, she drank in his words with vigor, as she read some of the tales two and three and four times each.

With each story, she received new insight into the man, she saw him in a different light and she reached a point where she knew she was starting to fall hard for him and she cursed herself for it, until the night that another shock came her way…the night that she read a story Nick had to have posted during working hours that very day and Alyssa pressed her aching pubs hard against her chair as she rocked back and forward while reading what Nick had called his ultimate fantasy in the brief story description.

To her delighted wonder, the story was about a man who had, for two years, lusted after, and silently loved the woman who worked for him; in the story, the woman was his secretary and Alyssa felt come gushing from her cunt to dampen her thighs as she read how the heroine was so vividly, physically described…it was clearly, without question, that it was her the author described; she had once heard Nick call her hair, a shade she saw as merely brown, chestnut gold and her eyes a rich, unique rosewood that complimented her ivory skin.

In the story, he called her figure perfectly lush; he saw her breast as heavy yet firm and her hips ample…he ass perfectly for trashing and fucking and Alyssa slid her fingers into her warm, wet pussy again and again as she read how very badly the hero wanted to have his obsession at his full mercy, bound before him, open and needy…it was almost more than Alyssa could wrap her mind around as all the games he wanted to play were laid out in detail, ranging from fast and hard sex, to slow and sensual touches that would build the tension to a boiling point; she quivered with the need to live out what was written regarding sound flagellations that straddled the haze line between pain and pleasure…pain that bleed into pleasure so intense it almost couldn”t be endured.

So turned on she could hardly force herself to stand or sit still, after reading the story, Alyssa had all the encouragement she needed to make a move…she decided to go to Nick and make it clear to him that they both wanted the same thing and since they did, there was no cause for them not to have it.

Calling into work the next morning, Alyssa spent the day preparing heoked perfectly submissive in a mock peasant dress that featured a long, flowing skirt and a tied bodice that alluringly pushed her breast together and up, so her ample cleavage nearly spilled free as she allowed her long hair to fall freely to her half bared shoulders; she stuided herself carefully before giving a final approval and then, determined not to allow her nerve to waver, she threw on a long, black coat and shortly after nightfall, she drove across town to Nick”s penthouse.

She knew, since she kept his schedule, that he hadn”t had any plans on that particular early winter, Friday evening and Alyssa prayed she wasn”t indeed making a fool of herself as she arrived at his place and gave her name to the doorman, who called to tell Nick that she was there, and she needed to see him.

It was the first time she had ever been to his home, she was sure he was more than a little surprised and the thought made her smile as she took the elevator up to his floor where she lifted her hand to knock, but before she could, the door opened and she found herself looking at Nick as she had never seen him; Nick standing just inside his foyer with his hair slightly disheveled and his chest gloriously bare…he had ridged stomach muscles and powerful arms…seeing him made her mouth go dry as she realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of very form fitting leather pants that molded themselves to his legs like a second skin as it occurred to her that no shock was in his eyes, just cool authority that made her shiver as he stood there, tapping a single lash, leather flog against his pants leg.

The rhythm he tapped was steady and slow as he stepped back, opening the door wide enough for her to enter, which she did, without a word passing between them…she was caught up in endless emotional sensations, more than she could hope to decipher in that moment as she stood in a beautifully decorated foyer while Nick closed and locked the door and Alyssa still remained very silent as his hands touched her shoulders brief, tugging at her coat, and she took the hint and held out her arms so he could slide the garment from her body and place it on a coat rack.

There was an undeniable, sexually charged tension in the room, it was electric and it was so wonderful, more than even Alyssa had imagined as she stood still, seeming to sense that was what she was expected to do as Nick slowly moved to stand before her and she lifted her eyes to his as a cool smile pulled at his lips while he looked her over…he scanned her with an intensity that made her belly flutter…her lungs felt empty, but she couldn”t quite pull in enough breath as Nick lifted his hand and even so gently, he brushed the leather lash along her cheek bone, trailing it over her skin like a teasing finger as he searched her expression.

“I know you found my bondage file, Alyssa, but what you do not know is I intended for you to find it and read it.” He spoke with his typically cool tone, only his eyes blazed with passion as he shared the truth with her. “I have wanted you for a long time, and I decided to lay the bait and see if you would bite and it pleases me very much that you have…that you have looked at the sites I like to look at and that you managed to read my work and understand how very much I have longed to have you as completely mine.” There was a strong emphasis on the world mine and it made a very powerful shiver rip through her as she nodded…she wanted to melt into him, but she sensed it was not the time as Nick allowed his arm to fall away and he stepped back to look at her; his so coolly delivered announcement that he had intended for her to find the file, that he had orchestrated the events that had brought her to him was not a shock…on some level, she suspected she had known all along, that Nick was calling the shots, leading her to him and she was thrilled that he had put so much thought and effort into making her his, as he had said.

“I…I am still a little confused…” Her voice broke as she tried to open herself to him.

“I don”t doubt that you are, but I will guide you.”

“I had no idea, all this time…you wanted me.”

“So much you don”t know and will soon learn, my love.”

“Nick…”

But he shook his head, placing a finger to her lips, to keep her silent…she was happy to obey him in that regard as he moved his hand to gently cup her face. “From this moment forward, as we play this game, you will speak only when asked a direct question and you will follow my orders and do as I say without hesitation.” It was just the first of many rules, ones that she listened to intently as he listed them, telling her what he expected; he made it clear that he expected her complete and utter submission in all sexual matters…it was her duty to trust him to bring her pleasure, even if that pleasure was often mingled with pain and no matter what, she was not to question him…when it came to sex, they were not nor would they ever be equals…he was the master and she was to be an eager to please servant and if any of those rules did not appeal to her, he told her to take her leave, then and there. It was her out. The only one he would give. He held her eyes and waited, as if he were allowing her a moment to consider the decision, but she didn”t need a moment, her mind had been made up before she had come to him and Nick saw as much in the gaze that clung almost desperately to his as she slowly nodded and he gave his arrogant, half smile.

With her obvious permission given, Nick gave his own nod, a gesture that made her knees feel weak as he flicked his eyes over her once more. “I have to say, I like the dress, but I happen to think I will like it much better when you take it off, Alyssa.” It was a command, not a request and in an instant, Alyssa moved to obey it; she held his gaze as she reached for the tie at the top of the dress and with trembling fingers, she worked the tie free, revealing her breast an inch at a time…it made her feel vulnerable to strip herself before him, but there was nothing she wanted to do more as she finally, slowly slid the sleeves from her shoulders, down over her chest…cool air brushed over her already hard nipples as she allowed the dress to pool at her feet, leaving her to stand before him in nothing but black, thong underwear.

Seeing her breast, heavy and perfect, already flushed with need, made his cock kick hard against his pants; he had spent countless nights envisioning this moment…having her before him so perfect…he had to swallow hard and a muscle ticked in his jaw ticked as he fought to hold on to his precious control; she was flawless with ivory skin and long legs and seeing her in the thong only made him want her more as he blew out a breath while Alyssa watched, waiting for him to offer her the next order that she was ready to follow.

In his presence, she forgot the world, forgot they were in his foyer…she had become his, as he had said she would and it was thrilling; it was what she wanted and more and Alyssa again did not hesitate to concede to his demand when he told her to sink to her knees before him with her head bowed…her hair fell forward to curtain her face as she stared down at the floor and he slowly circled her several times as she trembled…she could fell her juice flowing, the thong was soaked and her thighs were damp, something Nick could see as he looked her over carefully, before ordering her to hold her position as he walked down the hall.

She could hear his footsteps echoing against the polished wood floors, just as she could hear her heart thundering against her chest, her blood pounding in her brain…her skin was alive and on fire and sensitive…it made her want to slid her hand between her legs to fondle herself, but she did not dare, knowing, from all she had read, that she needed his permission; she could do nothing to bring herself pleasure unless he told her it was within reason and Alyssa found her desperation to please him was far greater than any need to please herself as his footsteps sounded again and she saw his booted feet rest before her.

“Look at me.” He snapped the order and she quickly complied, looking up at find he held a leather collar and leash in his hands…her cunt contracted at the sights…she felt no fear with him, no awkwardness…it seemed as if they had played this game a thousand times before and Alyssa dearly hoped they would indeed play it many more times to come as she set absolutely still as Nick knelt down and with quick, efficient motions, he fastened the collar around her neck, then hooked the leash to it before he stood and looked down at her once more.

She made the perfectly submissive picture, naked, expect for the thong as she knelt on all fours, the collar and leash framed by her cascading hair as she looked up at him with her beautiful and trusting eyes; no woman had ever effected him the way Alyssa did, she was, he had come to realize, the perfect combination of sexually submissive needs and emotional and sharply intellectual strength…he knew she was his destined match and it thrilled him, though he didn”t feel that was the moment to tell her as much as he tugged at the leash, then smiled as he ordered her to stand to her feet while he held to the leather rope to make certain his control was established.

Easily, as easily as she anything she had ever known, she handed herself over to him, more than certain she was meant to do just that as he slowly began wrapping the leash around his hand, until he had her pulled close to him; she lifted her eyes to his…her arms stayed at her side and she waited…it was all she could do…wait…all orders were his to give and hers to obey and she accepted the game for what it was as Nick slowly lowered his mouth to hers, so he could claim her lips firmly, his tongue driving deep into her warm and wet and willing mouth.

It was a kiss that demanded and took what it wanted and Alyssa gladly yielded to him, sinking deeply into his heat as his tongue snaked around hers, sucking and stroking and pulling until she was eagerly exploring deep inside his mouth; he coaxed and tutored her in the manners he found most pleasing…she wanted to lift her arms to wrap them around his neck so she could cling to him for dear life, but before she could, he broke the contact as easily as he had initiated, leaving her to gasp in disappointment when he stepped back from her, releasing some slack into the leash.

Her body arched even more as Tommy tossed the feather aside and slid himself into her. He had to resist the urge to just start hard humping her and began to grind his groin against hers. Every muscle in her body strained against the bindings; her fists were clenched; her toes were curled and she pushed even harder against him. It was too much for him to bear and he started to pound himself into her. Alyssa’s head snapped back; her face was red as she pushed like she was trying to deliver a humpback whale.

She shrieked for both of them, “AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH…” They came together; and it wasn’t gentle. It was like being hit by a bus and carried down the highway. He grabbed her hips and kept pounding himself into her, even harder than before. She bucked against him; teeth clenched; holding her breath and pushing. The top of her head was jammed into the mattress.

When they finally began to come down the other side, they were both soaking wet and panting; gasping for air. He gently lowered her hips back to the mattress and leaned forward over her, resting on his hands. His perspiration was dripping down on her as she lay beneath him; her chest heaving like she only had enough strength left to breath.

Tommy, barely able to speak, leaned close to her and said, “So…you…want to…go again?”

* * *

“Tommy?”

“Yeah?” he said as he finished applying the antiseptic and the new bandage. Both were naked, having just showered; she standing in front of the sink and Tommy on his knees tending to her cut. They had slept for over twelve hours and were getting ready to go for lunch.

Alyssa continued, “I…I’m sorry, Tommy.”

“Don’t worry about it…It gives me an excuse to play with your bum!”

Giggling she said, “No, not that…I’m sorry that I put you through all this.”

He stood up and moved so he could look at her face and said, “You mean the game?”

She was staring at her own reflection in the mirror and seemed to be grappling with some inner demon, “Yeah…the game, the tournaments, all of it.”

He said, “It’s okay, Al. We’re here together and that’s—”

She turned to face him suddenly and said, “We really love each other, don’t we?”

“Yeah…Yes!”

“I mean, It’s not an abstract thing,” she said, “It’s a cold, hard fact—we love each other as much as any two people can, right?”

Tommy said, “Yes…I don’t think there’s any question…Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” she said, “yeah, I think I am now.”

They walked back into the bedroom and sat together on the edge of the mattress, and he said, “You do realize that only one of us has any idea what you’re talking about—and it ain’t me!”

She took his hand and looked into his eyes, “Did you sense anything…different last night? When we made love, I mean.”

“Uh…well, we were crazy horny almost the instant the door closed. That was kind of new.”

“Yes, Exactly!” she said, “The moment we were alone, just you and me, we were suddenly…hungry for each other. It’s not like we haven’t been making love all along but, when that door closed, it was like the rest of the world ceased to exist…it was just the two of us.”

He said, “It was…amazing…very intense…but, I’m still not sure—”

“I don’t want to be hurt anymore,” she said.

Tommy said, “Oh…you mean…no more bondage stuff…really?”

“Oh, no, no…I love that…I mean…like Amanda.”

Completely surprised, he said, “Like Amanda!? You are NOT like Amanda…not even close!”

She turned towards him and gently pushed him back on the bed then she moved on top of him and, with her face very close to his, she said, “Look, when we came here I knew what it was going to be like. I knew they would do stuff like the bullwhip. I wanted to take whatever they had, no matter how bad it was…for you.”

“For ME!? I don’t want—”

She put her fingers on his lips, “Shhhh…let me finish…I have always felt that I needed to prove to you how much I am devoted to you; even after that night on the edge of the pool. But, last night I realized that you know and you love me just as much. I don’t NEED to prove it anymore.”

“You never had to, Babe,” he said.

“Yes, I did, “She said, “Not for you–and I love you for that—I had to…for me. Don’t misunderstand, I still WANT to do it, and I think that’s a good thing, and I’ll still take anything you want me to; that will never change…but, only if you want it. I don’t NEED it anymore.”

“Okay,” he said, “I think I understand…which surprises even me!”

She smiled and kissed him then said, “Good…Now, I feel something on my thigh that tells me you have a…dilemma. An adjustment may be in order.”

“Yeah, well when you lie on top of me naked, it’s kind of automatic.”

She slid down to kneel on the floor and said, “We can’t have you going down to lunch in this condition.”

“Whatever you think is best,” he said as Alyssa proceeded to make the required adjustment.

* * *

“Well masters,” said Jason, “this is the final tournament and the winner will walk away with one hundred thousand dollars! Now, in the event of a tie, the winner will be determined by an online viewer vote.”

Tommy surveyed the scene while Alyssa, again collared, bound, and naked, stood quietly at his side. There was a wooden rail, about thirty inches high, with a mechanical “spanker” positioned behind. The spanker had a huge, evil looking, rubber strap attached to the arm. In front of that was a frame that resembled a gallows. Suspended from the “gallows” arm was what looked like a plate with a hockey puck in the middle. They demonstrated the spanker on a dummy and the half inch thick strap, at least four inches wide, struck with such force that the mannequin was dislodged.

Jason explained, “All right. The slaves will be bent over the rail and restrained with their butts exposed to the spanker. The masters will use bows and arrows to shoot at the centre of the suspended metal plate. There are two phases to this competition. In the first part, hitting the centre pad will NOT trigger the spanker and will score a point. You will have five shots and any that hit the plate will trigger the machine and no point will be awarded. If you miss altogether then a point will be deducted.

“The second phase is the reverse; hitting the centre will trigger the spanker and that will score a point. Hitting the plate or missing altogether will NOT trigger the machine and no point will be awarded. If there are no questions you have two minutes to untie your slave’s wrists and instruct her.”

Tommy took Alyssa off to the side, quickly undid her wrists, and said, “We can walk away from this one…we don’t need it, remember?”

“I know,” she said, “But, you’re pretty good with a bow. My dad said you were better than him.”

“Yeah, I’ve always been pretty good with a bow…since I was a kid at summer camp, but—”

“Are you forehand good, or backhand good?” she said.

“No…forehand good, but still—”

She leaned forward and whispered, “Then don’t let it hit me,” then she turned and walked to the rail.

Tommy just sighed and stood, watching her as the little white bandage accentuated the lilt of her naked bum, gracefully swaying as she approached the rail.

Two production crewmen drew near to affix her bindings but she stopped them, “No! Only my master ties me; nobody else!”

Jason nodded and Tommy immediately went and attached her cuffs to some pre-fitted clips. She looked unbelievably sexy, sharply bent over the rail with her gorgeous rear glistening in the sunlight. Even the well used Amanda looked fairly erotic.

Tongo and Tommy were given five practice shots to get used to the compound bow, and then they moved into position. Jason then said, “Okay, Master Sam will shoot first then master Togo; alternating, one shot at a time. Whenever you’re ready, Master Sam.”

Tommy turned towards the target, raised the bow and let fly, hitting the little pad almost dead centre.

Jason shouted, “One point for Master Sam. You’re turn, Master Togo.”

Fat Pig let fly and the arrow pinged off the metal plate, triggering the spanker. Amanda’s scream was like something from a horror movie but, it was the sound of the strap smacking her bottom that startled everybody, even Tommy. He had to turn and take a deep breath as Togo’s slave wailed and moaned on the rail. When he turned back he glanced at her beet red ass and shuddered.

It really wasn’t a problem for him to hit the little pad. He had always been a marksman with a bow; at one point, when he was much younger, he toyed with the idea of trying out for the Olympics. Each time his turn came up he pegged the centre of the pad with little effort. Fat Pig however; only managed to hit the centre on his second and fifth shots, forcing Amanda to endure two more savage strikes of that diabolical strap. The first round ended at five to two, in favour of Tommy.

Phase two started with Fat Pig and he successfully stuck the centre pad, triggering the strap once again. He seemed to be more motivated in this round, smiling as his slave sobbed despondently. Tommy drew back and let fly, sticking the arrow into the wooden arm above the plate. No trigger and no point.

Togo was again successful with his next shot but missed the next two. Tommy had a nice neat row of four arrows sticking out of the wooden arm. Togo carefully took aim for his last shot, muttered something, then let it go. Amanda’s shriek and the smack of the strap signaled his success. The score was now tied at five all.

Tommy took his position and looked at Alyssa. He knew that she would say it’s okay; it’s just one smack. He remembered that day he wrapped the bullwhip around her thigh. “It’ll be okay,” she said. “Just one time,” she said. He saw a little droplet of water drip from the tip of her nose. She wasn’t perspiring so it had to be a tear. He stepped up, drew back the bow…and completed the row of five arrows in the wooden arm.

He immediately walked to her and began to undo her restraints as Jason spoke into the camera, “Well, ladies and gentleman, we have a tie so, we need your help. Please log in to the website listed at the bottom of your screen and vote for either Master Togo or Master Sam. We are going to go off the air for an hour or so but we will be back at exactly eight P.M., Eastern. Please help us out folks and vote for the master who you think deserves to leave here with an extra one hundred grand in his pocket. See you at eight.”

While Jason had been speaking, Tommy had gotten Alyssa’s clothes and began to dress her. One of the crew was about to protest but the camerawomen stopped him and, while Jason explained the voting procedure, the viewers watched possibly the most romantic thing they had seen during the entire game.

Tommy had slipped her tee shirt on then undid the cuffs and collar and tossed them aside. He knelt and tenderly slid her panties up her legs then adjusted them when they were in place, careful to avoid the bandage. He kissed her tummy as she stepped into her hiking shorts then he slowly slid them into place and did up the buttons. She placed her hands on his shoulders for support as he lifted her left foot, gently brushed off the sand, and slipped on her sock. After sliding on her hiking boot he repeated the process on her other foot then tied the laces.

Jason had finished his speech but they hadn’t gone off the air. The camerawoman kept her lens on Tommy and Alyssa as he stood and hugged her then, taking her hand, they walked towards the moderator.

“She should still have her collar on,” said Jason.

Calmly, Tommy said, “I don’t think so, Jason…so, what’s next?”

Realizing that it would be fruitless to press the point about the collar, he sighed and said, “Well, we have a set made up for the finale over there. In then meantime, while we wait for the voting, there are drinks and snacks so just hang around and we’ll call you when we’re ready to go back on the air.”

For the next hour everyone mulled around, some getting coffee and snacks while others prepared for the finale. Tommy and Alyssa yakked with some of the crew, including the heretofore silent camerawoman. She expressed her chagrin and admiration at how they ditched her on that first night. She asked what they had done while alone and they teasingly said that they had gone for burgers and a movie. It was clear to everyone that Alyssa was no longer in “slave” mode.

When they got a moment alone, Tommy said, “I saw that you were crying just before that last shot. Did you think I was going to trigger the spanker to win?”

She put her arms around his neck and said, “Exactly the opposite. It was a ‘cry for happy’. I knew you weren’t going to hurt me just to win the game so I started to cry a little…It’s kind of a girl thing.”

He chuckled just as Jason called them to get in place for the finale. They walked to the set and saw Fat Pig sitting in a folding chair with Amanda kneeling at his feet, still naked, tied, and leashed. There was another chair about six feet away, evidently intended for Tommy with his slave to be at his feet. Instead, he motioned for Alyssa to sit and stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

When they went back on the air, Jason asked a number of questions about their time in the bush and Togo complained about everything. He complained how the other masters had way better slaves than him and how useless and ugly Amanda was. When asked what he would do with the money should he win, he said that he would get a better looking slave.

When Tommy was asked the same question he said, “We are going to donate any winnings to Plan Canada. It’s an organization that helps impoverished children all over the world.”

“All your winnings?” said Jason.

“Yep,” said Tommy, “It seems like the right thing to do.”

Jason then spoke directly to Alyssa, “Well, Sam’s Slave, it appears that you have become an emancipated woman.”

She turned to Tommy and said, “May I speak to him, My Master?”

“Yes, by all means,” he said.

Turning back to Jason, she said, “If you’re referring to the fact that I’m sitting and fully dressed; it’s because he wants me to be sitting and fully dressed. Isn’t that what a slave is supposed to do? Whatever her master wants?”

“I suppose,” said Jason, “So…if I told Master Sam that you should be naked and kneeling at his feet, you would comply?”

She said, “If he told me to, then yes, of course. But, meaning no disrespect, it’s unlikely that he would submit to you.”

Jason glanced over at Amanda. She was dirty, scarred and bruised, pale, and…completely broken, “I guess there are slaves,” he said, “and then there are slaves.”

Just then a member of the production crew signaled to Jason and he said, “Well, it is time to announce the results of the voting and find out who is the Last Master Standing.”

Jason was handed a piece of paper and he stood, faced the main camera, and said, “Over two hundred thousand votes were recorded and, with seventy percent of the vote, the Last Master Standing is…

“Master Togo!”

“Yeah, it was. I’ll look for some other songs…maybe you should compile a list…Oh, by the way, Ally called this morning.”

“On my cell?” he said, “You’re kidding…I was that out of it!”

“I don’t think I could’ve woke you with a brass band,” she said, “But, Kendall invited me up for a couple of days and she said she’ll drive me back, so could I hitch a ride with you?”

He said, “Oh sure; I’d like the company…Did Ally want me to call her?”

Sylvia said, “She was worried because you didn’t call last night, but when I explained, she was okay. I told her we’d be there around noon.”

“Okay,” he said, “Well, I just need to hit the head, then I’m ready to go.”

Fifteen minutes later and they were on the highway, headed for Darquesied’s ranch, “So…I hear you have a boyfriend.”

She said, “Yeah…his name is Kevin…and here I am, on my way to see Kendall. Am I awful?”

Tommy chuckled, “Does he know about her?”

“Oh no!” she said, “Kendall knows, but…he isn’t…he wouldn’t understand. I’ve been seeing him about three months now and he’s a nice guy…a real gentleman, you know? I kind of tested him though…and it didn’t—”

“Tested him…? How?”

Sylvia sighed, “Oh…one night I put my bathrobe belt on the pillow and, when he was touching me, I put my arms up to the headboard and asked him if he’d like to tie me up. He asked why and I said maybe it would make things a little more exciting. He just said that I was being silly.”

“That’s too bad,” he said, “Everybody’s different, I guess.”

“I guess,” she said, “I like him well enough, but I’m not in love with him. You’ve created a monster, Mr. Darquesied, so my only hope is to meet a guy like you!”

He laughed and said, “You know…there are a few of the girls that are in relationships and still come to the ranch. Isabella is a good example; her husband’s not into bondage at all, but he knows she comes—not the details—but he knows she goes somewhere. I think it’s a kind of ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’ thing. Seems to work for them.”

“I suppose it’s an option…but not with Kevin. I can tell…he just wouldn’t understand. He travels a lot in his business, so I just have to take advantage of his absences. Like now, he’s away in Baltimore for a week; but I still kind of feel like I’m cheating.”

Tommy said, “Well, if he can’t give you what you want, he’ll just have to be satisfied with being pretty lucky to be with you when he can, but…he doesn’t know what he’s missing!”

After two hours on the road he turned the Yukon into the lane and, as they neared the section where the gravel turns to pavement, he hit a little remote to open the newly installed metal gates. Another remote opened the leftmost door of the three car garage and he slid the truck in beside the corvette. As they left the garage, Alyssa was there to greet them.

She ran up and hugged him like he had been gone for a year and, hanging on tight, she nodded to Sylvia who then used the distraction to run into the house.

After a prolonged kiss, Alyssa said, “How’s Sadie?”

“Not good,” he said, “She’s really frail and weak. She talked a lot about her grand daughter…It’s a long story. Let’s go inside and I’ll tell you all about it.”

She agreed then Tommy looked around and said, “Where’d Sylvia go?”

“I guess she’s anxious to see Kendall,” she said.

As the walked towards the house, Alyssa stopped him twice for more kissing. He had only been gone for a couple of days, so he thought she was overdoing it a little…or stalling.

Entering the house, Alyssa stopped to kick off her shoes and motioned for Tommy to continue to the living room. He turned and walked into the room…then started to laugh hysterically as he saw the eight naked women, kneeling, all wearing collars, with their hands behind their heads, and letters painted on their butts. A single letter on each girl’s bum, painted in red and spelling out the word…’SURPRISE.’

Alyssa, standing behind him, came close to his ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, Tommy.”

He continued to laugh himself to tears, staring at the gorgeous bums of; Isabella (S), Sylvia (U), Mariya (R), Selena (P), Malsa (R), Lilly (I), Kendall (S), and Angelique (E).

“Happy birthday, Master Sammy! Will you release us for a little while?” said Isabella.

Still unable to contain his laughing, he managed to say, “Yes! Please, I release you all!”

All of them popped up to their feet and surrounded him, kissing and hugging and giggling and wishing him happy birthday. Finally able to reduce his laughter to a chuckle, he said, “Thank you, everybody. This was totally unexpected…especially since my birthday isn’t for another—”

“It’s tomorrow, sweetie,” said Alyssa.

“Really? Are you sure…? Oh yeah…okay.” he said. He hadn’t paid any attention to the date but a quick check of the calendar confirmed that she was right.

Isabella said, “Okay, big guy, into the dining room. It’s time for lunch.”

The dining room table was covered in trays of sandwiches and a multitude of different salads. Everybody grabbed a plate, loaded up, and found a place to sit for the buffet style meal. Some, including Alyssa and Tommy, went back to the living room while a few stayed by the table.

“So,” Tommy said, “how come you’re the only one with clothes on?”

She said, “This was all their idea, Tommy. They asked a while ago if they could do something special for your birthday and I said it would be okay. There were more but they couldn’t all make it today. I’m going to join in later this afternoon.”

“Join in…? Join in what?”

“You’ll see,” she said, “Were you planning to do some writing this afternoon?”

He said, “I was actually…yes.”

“Good,” she said, “You go and do that while we…well, we have lots to do.”

Just then, Angelique brought him a beer and a wet glass, “Never serve beer in a dry glass, right Sammy?”

“Perfect,” he said, and waited as she poured the dark ale into the glass. Angelique was a twenty nine year old enchantress form Montreal. She had long, wavy, dusty brown hair, and a tiny, perfectly proportioned five foot three frame. He thanked her as he took the glass from her almost miniature hand then watched her walk back to the dining room. From the back she looked like a fourteen year old.

When he was finished lunch, Tommy went to the office to do some writing and, just before he closed the door, he watched the naked sirens scurrying about between the rooms. He shook his head and smiled thinking he must never forget how fortunate he was to be…him!

They left him alone for the next couple of hours, which was just as well because he was stuck in neutral with a little dilemma. He had been so fascinated by the thing with Sylvia and the singing that he had hoped he could come up with a way to ask his readers for some help.

He wrote several variations of: “If you had your partner kneeling in front of you and touching themselves for your pleasure, what song would you have them sing?” He reworded the thing several times; changing “touching themselves” to “masturbating”…then changing it back. He was beginning to wear the letters off the delete key.

He had wished that his readers would email suggestions to him but, no matter what he wrote, it just didn’t fit in to the story. Finally, after two and a half hours, he gave up, and punched the intercom button.

“Hello out there…Is it safe to come out of my office?”

From the kitchen, Isabella answered, “Uh…give us five minutes, okay Sammy?”

“Five minutes? Okay, but any longer and we’re gonna need a mop!” he said as he made a mental note to consider building a bathroom connected to the office.

He waited for the time to pass listening to the sound of a horde of bare feet scampering back and forth. He sighed, realizing that his only real problem in life…was an embarrassment of riches. These gorgeous girls were falling all over themselves to treat him to this special day…as though he deserved it! The reality was that, almost on a daily basis, he got to play out his sexual fantasies with the most delectable women on earth…and they couldn’t get enough…and…most of them paid for the…’privilege!’

Alyssa’s voice crackled on the intercom, “Okay…you can come out now.”

Tommy went into the hall and saw her standing in the kitchen but he just blew her a kiss and headed straight for the downstairs washroom. The loud sigh emanating from behind the door would have made any passerby think he was either having an orgasm or having a large spear removed from his spleen. After washing up he went to the kitchen, “So…what’s happening?”

“Dinner’s almost ready,” she said, “and a couple of the girls are waiting upstairs to help you with your shower.”

He smiled; and actually blushed a little, and then he put his arms around her and said, “You seem to be…standing apart from all this.”

She kissed him then said, “It’s their thing, Tommy…their gift to you. I’m just helping out here and there. They agreed to do it today so you and I can celebrate privately tomorrow. I have my own special treats in store for you then.”

“Oooo…special treats, eh?” he said as he pressed himself against her and grabbed her boob.

She pushed his hand away and admonished, “Now, now! Behave yourself, young man. Go have your shower.”

He kissed her and turned towards the hall but then he stopped and said, “Do me a favour, will you? If I ever start to take them—and especially you…if you see that I’m taking you guys for granted…I don’t know…just give me a slap or something, willya?”

“Consider it done,” she said with a smile.

He went down the hall and, as he started up the stairs, Alyssa said, “Oh…Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“Green light, okay sweetie?”

A little exasperated, he turned and said, “Oh…you know, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind—”

“Tommy,’ she said, “At the end of the day, whose bed are you going to be in?”

“Uh…well…yours, I hope.”

She came closer and softly said, “Exactly…Tommy, I’m so happy that they’re doing this for you. I know you don’t think so, but you deserve this. Now…green light…! GO!”

He went up the bedroom to find Isabella and Lilly, still stunningly naked, waiting for him by the bed. They beckoned him to approach and Isabella said, “Sit on the bed, birthday boy, and let your two hottest slaves take care of you.”

Tommy laughed a little then shrugged and did as he was told. Both girls unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it then Lilly said, “Can you finish, Izzy? I’ll go get the shower ready.”

Isabella said, “Oh, honey, the day I can’t undress a man by myself is the day you’ll have to put me in a home!”

They all laughed and, as Lilly headed to the shower, Isabella pushed him back onto the bed and began to remove his shoes and socks.

At twenty two, Lilly was the youngest client to frequent the ranch. She stood five foot five and was trim and very fit. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her but she wasn’t skinny and when she flexed she displayed a nice muscle. She had dark brown, shoulder length hair with just a hint of red, if the light hit her right. Her huge, deep brown eyes and luscious, pouty lips oozed sex appeal, accentuated by her virtually perfect boobs. Any bigger would be out of place; any smaller would be…sad. Lilly possessed all the fire and sense of adventure of her mother and a joy in her step that brought a smile to all that saw her.

Isabella had moved to undo Tommy’s belt and trouser buttons then she grabbed his cuffs and, with a hefty pull, had the pants off in one go. She slid back up and, looking him in the eye with a devilish grin, she slowly relieved him of his jockeys.

She them moved herself back up, grabbed his increasingly stiffening cock, and took it completely in her mouth. She slowly moved her head back until his eager shaft popped out of her lips, and then she just held on and softly rubbed. “Lil’? Is the shower ready yet…? Cuz he sure is!”

From the shower, Lilly answered, “Yep. Ready when you are.”

As he took Isabella’s hand, Tommy resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to get rid if his stupid grin any time soon. The bedroom shower was a large, square stall with a plate glass front. There were two “Downpour Rain” shower heads, side by side, easily allowing all three to be under the flow.

He just stood there and soaked up the warmth of the water and the attentive lathering of the two dazzling shower maidens. From behind, Isabella soaped him up from neck to heels, and then she pressed herself up against him and began to shampoo his hair. He had expected her to be in front and eventually on her knees since oral sex was Isabella’s passion. Boy or girl; so long as she had something in her mouth, she was a happy camper. Instead, Lilly, after washing his chest and arms, knelt down and began to lather his legs.

When she finished her soaping, she moved forward and wrapped her honeyed lips around his now rock hard warrior. She had never done this before; it had been a kind of unwritten rule in deference to Malsa, but she had obviously gotten the green light from her mother. She slowly took him almost completely into her mouth as Isabella pressed her fabulous, sponge-like breasts into his back. Lilly was a little tentative, obviously somewhat inexperienced, but Tommy was enjoying it nonetheless. He would have been hard pressed to remember a time when he didn’t enjoy having his cock in the mouth of a beautiful young woman.

Regretting that he couldn’t do much for Lilly at that time, he reached his hand back and between the legs of a very appreciative Isabella. She began to rub herself, and those magnificent boobs, against his back; and he began to move himself gently into Lilly’s wonderfully warm mouth. She was using her hand to squeeze the base of his cock so she’d have more time to perfect her technique; obviously something mom had taught her.

He felt Isabella begin to hold him tighter as she climaxed against his hand. He put his other hand on Lilly’s head to let her know that he was really close; thinking she might not want him to come in her mouth, but she grabbed his hips and began sucking as hard as she could. It was a bit too hard really, but, ever the trooper, he made do…blasting a healthy supply of his cream into her surprisingly eager mouth. He could feel her swallowing; gulping like a hungry calf. As he gradually came down, he had to push her away a bit to let her know it was time to desist. She then soaped her hands and began to clean him which caused him to spasm a little as she rubbed his now very sensitive dick.

She tilted her head back to take some shower water into her mouth, swished it around, and spit it out. Then she popped up and kissed him saying, “First time ever, My Master! How’d I do?”

Smiling, he answered, “I hated every minute of it!”

That earned him a playful slap on the chest and, as he held her shoulders and turned her around, he said, “Did you see that, Izzy? My little slave has struck her master. I think some punishment is in order. If I could impose on you to—”

“I’m all over it, My Master,” said Isabella, as she moved in front of Lilly, knelt, and beckoned her to spread her feet apart. From behind, Tommy pressed himself to Lilly’s back and began to gently fondle her soapy breasts while she turned her head and pressed her delicious lips to his.

Having Isabella’s tongue between your legs was like being driven home from the mall by Michael Schumacher; all you could do was grab hold of something and hope you survived the trip! Lilly did just that; reaching behind her and gripping Tommy’s newly awakened soldier as if it were a panic handle. She began to moan almost instantly, moving her hips into Isabella’s face and pressing her mouth hard against Tommy’s.

Lilly used her free hand to grab the back of his head and almost screamed into his mouth as her pussy gave in to Isabella’s relentless probing. Tommy grabbed her tight and Isabella’s tongue went into overdrive causing Lilly to convulse and squirm like she was trying to break free.

Finally, she let go of Tommy’s abused cock and pushed Isabella’s head with both hands, Gasping and panting, she pleaded, “Oh, please Izzy…STOP…! I can’t…Izzy…PLEASE!”

Isabella reluctantly relented and said, “Aw, sweetie, I was just getting started!”

The three of them stepped under the warm rain to rinse off and Lilly said, “Sorry, Sam, I think I may have been holding on a little too tight there.”

“That’s okay, Lilly, I just hope the hand print goes away in a couple of days,” he joked.

She gently grabbed his cock again and said, “Maybe if I massage it a little—”

“Okay, little slave, settle down” said Isabella, “If I don’t get out of this water soon, I’m going to turn into a prune!”

They laughed and teased a bit more then got out and dried themselves off. Tommy went into his bedroom while the two girls ran giggling to theirs. He just sat on the edge of the bed for a bit; needing to take a breather and take all of it in. He could hear distant laughter and clattering coming from the kitchen as well as the incessant giggling of the two girls in their room. He was glad that these exquisite women were having such a good time, even more so that their greatest desire was to pamper him. Nine eager slave girls…and only one of him.

“It’s hard work,” he said out loud, “…but somebody has to do it!”

He donned his black trousers, a black, fine knit pullover, socks and shoes, and headed for the door. He heard the two girls in the hallway and, as he started to open the door they shouted, “NO SAMMY! DON’T COME OUT YET!”

Startled, Tommy pushed the door shut again and listened as the two bare footed girls scuttled down the stairs. As they neared the kitchen, Lilly yelled, “OKAY, SAMMY, YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW!”

He sauntered down the stairs slowly to ensure that the girls would be ready for…whatever. He started for the kitchen but, seeing no one there, he turned into the dining room…

“HOLY SHIT!” he said.

There before him, all nine women stood behind their chairs; eyes down, hands behind their backs, and all clad in bright red, satin “Roissy” uniforms. It was a stunning sight. The floor length dresses were similar to the ones worn by the women at the Chateau Roissy in “The Story of O”. The top portion was like a three-quarter sleeve blouse, except the breasts were completely exposed, supported by a sort of half-bra that made the girls’ boobs jut out wonderfully. The lower parts of the dresses were split from floor to waist, both back and front…for ‘easy access.’ In a way, the dresses made them appear more exposed than if they were actually naked.

There was only one empty spot at the head of the table so Tommy moved toward it but, as he passed Alyssa, she whispered, “You should inspect us.”

“Oh…right,” he said, then moved behind her and spread the dress panels apart, exposing her marvelous bare bum. A little rub and a gently probing finger between her legs caused her to squeak a little, and then he moved on down the line, “inspecting” each girl in order. Isabella let out an audible moan as he rubbed her magnificent cheeks, so he softly inspected between her legs and discovered that she was soaking wet.

He proceeded to the others but, when he got to Selena, whom he hadn’t seen in quite a while, he said, “Step back and turn around please, Selena.”

She was an exotically stunning “Greek Goddess” with shoulder length, chestnut brown hair. Voluptuous and fairly tall at five eight, her deep, smoldering, coffee brown eyes virtually screamed “SEX!”

As Tommy softly ran hands over her firm, dazzling breasts, Selena’s eyes slowly closed, but snapped open abruptly as he tweaked her pointed, rocklike nipples. He then gently lifted her chin and softly kissed her delectable lips and said, “Very nice, Selena.”

“Thank you, My Master,” she said as she returned to her previous position.

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