All Chapters of The Master's Child: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

KlempnerShe's back, and behaving as though our previous meeting never happened.The day's fashion statement consists of a tight geisha-style dress in green silk, heavily embroidered with gold dragons. It's too loud against the curly, mid-brown hair and subdued, flesh-tone lipstick. But I'm not about to pass comment.How the hell did you seduce so many men?Must be a fucking wow in the sack..."So what are we going to talk about today, Larry?"I shift my position, trying to sit a little more comfortably, straightening up against the wall. "What would you like to talk about? My packed social calendar?"I shift again. My tailbone is rubbing and I move to ease the pressure. It works, but now my weight is on my backside and I was never bulky. There's not enough flesh there to cushion me against the concrete.Lips pressing, she snaps, "You're not paying attention.""It's not easy to pay attention with concrete rubbing a hole in your ass.""Poor baby. Aren't you comfy?" P

KlempnerWithout warning, the light flicks from dim to bright, and grunting, I raise a hand to shield my eyes for a few seconds. By the time I'm blinking back to normality, the click-click of stiletto heels is drawing close.She has her usual bag, stuffed with God-knows-what, and as usual, colour-co-ordinated to her outfit. "Good afternoon, Larry. How are you?"She's in red today; very gaudy, very Latin. The dress fits too tightly and the lipstick is too bright for her. Although that might not show on the casual glance."Why do you wear sunglasses underground?""It's a fashion statement." Her voice is airy. I don't bother to get up. Sitting with my knees up to relieve the strain on my fettered ankle, hands loosely clasped around my legs, I do shift a little, moving my weight from one side to the other. I've almost ceased to notice the cold striking up from the concrete, but it still rubs, being in contact with the unyielding surface all the time.She's gone for the whole

CharlotteBehind me, hands are peeling apart my butt cheeks, opening me. Something chilly presses at my rear entrance.Leaning over me, close by my face, my Master speaks, his voice hissing, the hardness of his groin pressing to my hip. "I think we'll explore all the options on this occasion, shall we."Something cool and fluid splashes at me, trickling between my buttocks. Fingers probe, then rub, lubricating delicate skin. Briefly, a chill finger enters me, then withdraws. My Master's arm swivels at the shoulder, flexes at the wrist, and inexorably, something pushes at me to the rear. "On our last occasion downstairs," he says, "I thought Richard's gift rather suited you. I've never really favoured butt-plugs as jewellery, but perhaps I was mistaken."The plug twists behind me, pressing ever inward. Slowly it penetrates, opening me ever further, and I fling my mouth wide, my breath coming in short snatches..."...When you've worn that for a while," murmurs my Master, "Yo

Michael leaves Beth for the half-minute it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering on the balls of my feet.I'm quivering with tension, almost crucified. Muscles straining, I lose what's left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. "Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my wife watch while I fuck you?"In my strained position, my breathing is tight and I'm fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single stroke this time, but the stripes glow hot...Sitting down's not going to be fun tomorrow...But Pussy doesn't care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my thighs."Well, Charlotte? Answer the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your body?" My mouth is hot and dry. My pussy is hot and wet. And swoll

KlempnerWhat's the obsession with potatoes?I called her Potato Face when she was a kid. What does she look like now?Jenny was no looker at that age...... But she matured. Bloomed.Juliana... Never the same twice.I scratch at my beard. I've never liked facial hair in hot climates, but I don't have a choice right now. Even so, the flourishing colony of lice that has stowed aboard adds an extra edge of irritation.Lice...Where the fuck did they come from?Can rat lice live on humans?Having a fucking good go at it...I catch one, squeezing the revolting thing between my fingernails. It bursts with a Pop!Only another 999 to go...*****The boredom's the worst. Endless hours. Endless days and nights. I've no idea how long.The only breaks in the monotony are Juliana's visits: just long enough to sit, eat something at me, toss a potato at me.No, not Juliana: Solana.Why's she so obsessed with the name?How many names have I used over the years?