But nude?"Am I restricted to this room, then?""Oh, no, miss. Mr. Jason also informed me that you are to partake of breakfast in the dinning room. He wished to you join him as soon as you finished your shower."Dinning room? While naked?Well, as I said, it shouldn't come as a surprise."Where ahh where is the dinning room, Charles?""Betsy will show you the way, miss."Right, I thought, as I remembered her words of the previous night. Males dominate, while females are the submissive. Naturally she would be the one delegated that task.Casting one more look at my colorful body, I shrugged. "Well, I ahh guess I'm ready, Betsy. Lead away.""Yes, miss."She turned and headed out of the room as I, with a bit of trepidation, followed in her wake."Ah Betsy, ahh has ahh this happened before?""A nude guest, you mean, miss?""Yea, a nude guest.""No, miss, not to my knowledge.""Oh, ahh and what do make of that fact? I mean, why me?""I'm sure I couldn't say, miss. But if I were to hazard a
"Why don't you tell Kate how you like your rings used, Susan?""Yes, sir." She said facing him, then turned to me. "I like them treated harshly, miss. Quit harshly. My favorite being weights hanging from them as I get buggered, miss."What a topic for the breakfast table! But, hell, around here it was probably normal."I ahh I see. Thank you for that information, Susan. And who ahh do you like to get ahh buggered by? Anyone in particular?""Naturally Master Jason is a favorite. But my Johnny is no slouch either.""And who is Johnny?""Why him, miss." Pointing to the other man in the room. "My husband, miss."Husband? Well, it is an unusual household, now isn't it.What the hell could I do? I smiled in response. Jason did a bit more."Johnny?""Yes, sir?" The up-till-then silent Johnny said as he instantly approached the table and gave his full attention to Jason."A one hour reward for Susan.""Yes, sir," he responded as he suddenly turned and walked away. At a china cabinet, he reach
"And that pleases you?""Massively. As you've guessed or been informed, the infliction of pain is nothing new to me. It is a family trait, so to speak. The men in my family are more or less trained from birth to be domineering with females. Just as the females are taught to submit to pain from males. It has been that way for centuries, passed from one generation to the next. I would venture to say that it is almost ingrained in us.""And that is where I fit in?""To be blunt. Yes. But there is also the personal attraction we feel for each other. We both felt it that first night. You aren't denying it are you?""I... no. I did feel it.""But?""But what?""There is a but in there somewhere, isn't there?""Well... yes."I waited but he didn't respond. I knew he was waiting for me to state the 'but' part of my reaction. I noted that the longer I procrastinated the harder it was to state it, until I just blurted it out without the least bit of tact."But where does that leave me in your s
Jason stood between my spread legs. I could see gleaming metal in his hands. Silver metal needle and golden clit ring. Fortunately it was not nearly the size of Betsy's, but threatening all the same.Jason seemed to be reading my mind, as he said, "This one is smaller but it will still serve the purpose. After you have healed, a larger one can be installed in the hole made by this one."Reaching up with one hand he caressed my leg. I literally jumped."A bit nervous?"I swallowed and nodded my head."Too nervous to remain in place without bondage?"Again I nodded my head. Nerves be damned, I didn't think I could hold still as my clit was pierced and then ringed, for Christ's sake I wasn't made out of steel. Oh, no. I was definitely flesh and bones. And excited clit to boot."No problem," came his reply to my cowardliness as he walked away again. That time he came back with an assortment of bands, ropes and chains. "A lady should always have her wishes granted."It still amazed me that
That afternoon I got a more traditional engagement ring. The kind that goes on the third finger, left hand. Quite a rock. It was worth more than all my possession combined, so naturally I just loved it.I concluded that having access to vast amounts of money had many rewards. But quite frankly, with or without money, I would have taken Jason.Again that evening I dinned in my colored buff and was getting use to the fact. I can't say that I was totally comfortable with the situation, but it was becoming more and more familiar. Hell, just the leering looks Jason sent my way made it worth adjusting to.I wondered when he would take the act public so to speak. I knew he would eventually, that was a foregone conclusion. I dreaded and looked forward to it happening, wondering just how it would be done. Where it would happen and under what circumstances.But thoughts of the future weren't nearly as interesting as current events. Events in the form of good old Johnny again whipping ass in the
I laid there in total anticipation, letting Jason set the mood and tone. When he withdrew his fingers from my pussy and reentered them in my cock virginal ass I didn't even pause in accepting them. The dildos and Betsy's hand from the previous night made his entry more than acceptable. I, too, thought it time that a cock was introduced into that opening as I spread my legs allowing easier entrance."Ah, ready for an ass fuck?" he whispered against the juncture of neck and shoulder."Mummmm, it's got my vote. After all, it was opened now wasn't it?""To be sure. Opened, but not slack by any stretch of the imagination. I can hardly wait for my cock to sink into this snug, clinging track."Passions rising rapidly, I saw no reason for delaying what both of us wanted. In one fluid movement, I rolled over, disengaging his hand in the process, and brought myself over onto my stomach. As Jason rearranged himself beside me, I got my knees under me and raised my ass in offering. A true offering
A hand reached out, I think it was Charles', and ripped the tank top to shreds and tossed it on the floor.A different hand worked the same magic on her satin shorts, leaving the screaming Maggie in heels only as hands took possession of tits, pussy and ass.Wanting to know the players, I whispered in' Jason's ear, "Who is who?"Whispering, too, he answered my question. "You know Charles and Johnny. The one attached to her left tit is Barry. He is paired with Carol who got ten today for dropping the plate in the dinning room. He takes care of the cars as mechanic and driver. The one standing back is Stan, my cook. He is Maggie's partner and knows her the best, as you can tell as he's taking his belt out of his pants. The other one is Thomas the butler, who is paired with Karen, an assistant cook for him along with Maggie."Getting the players straight and their relationships with others in the house, I turned my attention back to the action. It was obvious, by quick glances directed i
Tess met Josh at the most unlikely of places: a baptism.Tess had only come because Liz had begged her to. She had blown off a party that she'd much rather go to, but sometimes you just had to do family things. Liz was her cousin after all, through her father's brother Peter, and once they had been the closest of friends, and it was Liz who was getting baptized.Tess had gone searching through her clothes looking for something demure enough to wear to a baptism, and had only just succeeded. The skirt was too short, and the blouse too thin, but it would have to do. Once she wouldn't have had a problem finding the right clothes; Tess had grown up going to the church, a good little Sunday school girl, and best friends with Liz. But on the day after her sixteenth birthday, she had announced to her parents that she was no longer going to go to church, no longer interested in that boring religious crap, and she was now in charge of her own life, thank you very much. They wept, and wailed, a