The Remaking of a Slave 16

Joshua supervised Kayli while she showered and prepared for bed. It had been a long and trying day for both of them and he was eager to get some sleep. Still, he mused, it would be nice to finish the day with some play time with her. She was so responsive and eager.

"I guess I am ready," Kayli said awkwardly, twisting her toe into the plush carpet and fidgeting with her fingers.

Joshua took her hands in his, "It's okay, Kayli. Mistress is going to be here and she won't let anything happen to you that you are not ready for." He led her over to the bed. "Now let's get you ready, Okay?"

He took a soft leather belt from the bed and fastened it around her waist. He couldn't help but let his fingers linger over the soft curve of her body, caressing her a bit to hear her first, ever-so-soft whimper of need. Next he fastened a matching leather cuff around each of her wrists, gently stroking his hand up her arm, savoring the intake of breath.

"You are going to be wet for Mistress, aren't you?" he teased.

"No thanks to you!" she reached out to swat him, but he caught her hand and held it, amazed that he could control her so easily. He brought her arm down and fastened the cuff to the belt with a short length of chain. He bound the other hand the same way.

Joshua noticed that her breathing had increased and that her nipples were hard. "Up on the bed, Girl. Lean against the bed post."

A length of silk secured the waist belt to the bed post and then he attached the thick leather collar around her neck and fastened the chain to the post. God, she look good kneeling there like some pagan sacrifice. He ached with wanting her. More than just wanting her, he wanted to play with her, to control her, to make her beg for him. He caressed a breast in his hand, teasing the hard nipple, as he thought of what he could do with her in the playroom. Kayli gasped and pulled at the restraints.

"That will be enough, Joshua," Mistress spoke from the doorway, "You have displayed her perfectly."

Joshua stepped back guiltily, his own need evident even through his dress slacks. "Thank you, Mistress."

Allanah walked over and kissed him deeply until Joshua moaned. She stepped back and smiled at him, "Go to Andrew, I think the two of you need some time together."

"Yes, Mistress!" Joshua hurried from the room.

Allanah walked over to her wide-eyed girl and ran her fingers over the soft, white skin, gauging the girls arousal by the soft noise she made. "Remember, Little One, no matter how masterful he is, how commanding, how much you want to serve him -- you belong to me. You obey me and me alone. Is that understood?"

Kayli swallowed nervously, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good Girl."

Allanah slipped her fingers between Kayli's spread thighs, savoring the hungry noise she made. "My, you are quite wet already." She chuckled at the blush that spread over her slave's face. She teased a hard nipple and watched Kayli arch her back, offering up more of her breasts. The girl's nipples were amazingly sensitive. It occurred to her that she hadn't really had the time yet to spend a good evening torment the girl to see where *all* of her highly sensitive spots were. She leaned over and caught Kayli's ear in her teeth biting down gently until her slave girl cried out and strained at the restraints.

Allanah stepped back, a wicked smile on her face, "I know you are hungry, Pet, but you may not come tonight."

"But Mistress--" Kayli pulled at the wrist cuffs in desperation.

Allanah laid a finger over her lips, "No. That's my final word on it. Now not a word unless you are asked a direct question."

Kayli nodded, still trembling from the onslaught of sensations caused by Allanah's touch and bite.

"You are both exquisite." His voice came from the doorway. Kayli couldn't turn to see him, but she could see her Mistress and was amazed at the change in her whole body, as if she shed a heavy mantle. She could hear the door shut and lock and felt a nervous thrill race through her.

"However, if my memory serves me, I asked you to be in the bed. And here you are, still dressed for running around the house and playing with your toys." He made a tsking sound and Kayli watched in amazement as her Mistress sank to her knees.

"She is a distracting toy, but you have already stacked up some reminder punishments on obedience and decorum." He stepped into view and gave Kayli and long appreciative look that made her feel very helpless and very aroused. She dropped her eyes in submission and heard him chuckle softly.

"I dare say, My Love, you put your toy there just to torment me. I may have to take my time and take my frustrations out on you." He ran his finger over Allanah's high cheekbones, lifting her chin in a comfortable intimate gesture that spoke of their long relationship.

"No, James, she is there because this is the room in which she sleeps," Allanah replied softly.

"No... Master." He tapped his finger on her nose "You are wearing my collar and we are in private. That's 10 more. My you are out of practice. Stand and undress for me."

Allanah focused her attention on James and let all the troubles with Pablo go. He was sleeping now and morning would come soon enough to be dealt with again. Now she was free to submit herself to James, to let him be in control. She let the sweet feeling of submission slide through her and fill her, tasting his power and control like the taste of the finest wine. Slowly she began to undo the busks that held the front of her corset together. Almost languidly she undid them, in a sensual dance of her fingers, a dreamy smile of happiness on her face.

She let the corset fall to the floor in a shimmering pile of purple satin. She half turned, remembering how he liked her to show herself to him, feeling the warm and familiar ache of wanting to please him building up inside of her. Oh, how she had missed this with him! She lowered the zipper of the short mini and elegantly wiggled it over her hips, letting it, too drop to the floor. She looked over her shoulder at James, letting her eyes tell him of her passion and desire.

"Display," his voice was deeper, huskier now.

Allanah turned with the grace of a dancer, lacing her hands behind her neck. Her submission was not the trembling desire of Kayli, but the strong, barely tamed passion of a wild creature. Tame only to the hand of one man. His collar glittered in the light of the room against her skin, somehow making her look exotic.

James gazed at her in amazement. For a moment he considered trying to bring her back completely. Why did he ever let her go in the first place? What sort of fool had he been? He needed her, hungered for her like he hungered for no one else. He ran his hand over her skin possessively, remembering the taste of her, the sheen of her in ecstasy, how she colored under his hand. He had planned to do the punishments and then use her slowly, but his need was too strong.

He pushed her to the bed, his hand grasping firmly over her wrists, his other hand loosening his pants. He pushed her down, holding her so she could not move and thrust into her hard, taking her with total possession and control. She was his! She wore his collar again, if even for a few days. He almost cried with the pleasure at how she felt around him, at how she responded to his roughness and the noises of pleasure that she made.

James made himself slow down a little, to tease her. He wanted to see her squirm and fight a bit to get more of him. Yes, there it was, she was thrusting up her hips, searching. He continued with the long, strong strokes deep into her. She was fighting for control now; control not to come. He almost smiled at her struggle. It had been some time for her to struggle with this.

"Come for me Princess, Come!" he ordered, and as he felt her tense and spasm around her, he released himself. He stayed inside of his Princess, enjoying the feel of her, and glanced over at her toy tied to the bed post. The poor girl was shaking she was so aroused. He could smell her need.

"Do you need to come, Little Toy?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir. I mean, No, Sir." Kayli tried to find a comfortable place in the bonds that would lessen the pounding in her cunt.

James smiled at her, "I see, you are under orders not to come. You poor thing. It is going to be a long night for you, for it is going to be a long night for my Princess."

James released his grip on Allanah and when she started to move, he stilled her with a low, rumbled command, "Be still, Princess." He ran his fingers up the inside of her leg lazily, admiring the tension in her leg, contemplating her punishment. Hand or crop? Hand first and then the crop. He wanted to see the marks on her tomorrow when she bent over, his marks.

"Why are you being punished, Princess?" He let his fingers tease between her lips, almost moaning himself at her beauty as she strained to keep still.

"I was disrespectful, Master. I insisted on my own way when I asked you to come and take over. I did not show you the proper respect that you were due," Allanah felt her body tense and a feline-like ripple of pleasure and need almost shuddered through her. She had forgotten the true intensity of his touch on her body.

"How many do you get for the first offense?" his voice remained low and sensual, caressing her every fiber.

"Ten, Master," she replied, working on finding her inner calm.

"And for the second offense?"

Her head lifted off the bed in helpless need as his fingers delved into her moistness, probing, "Twenty, Master."

"And the third?" he began to flick her clit

"AHhhhhhhh," She cried hungrily and then gasped, "Thirty, Master."

James turned to Kayli, the strength of his power hitting her full force. He lifted one of her breast gently and the squeezed a hard nipple, "How many does that in total, Little Toy?"

Kayli arched hard, pulling at the restraints, "Ahh..sixty, Sir"

James turned back to Allanah and began to rub his hand over her beautiful, firm ass, "Count for me, Princess, and don't loose count. You know what happens if you do."

Allanah felt a stab of fear. Far too often in the past he had managed to distract her into loosing count, only to have him start over. Knowing that her sweet, hungry Kayli was watching somehow made it even harder to concentrate, feeling his hand making warm slow circles, never knowing when he would lift it and strike. God, she wanted him in her again. The sharp sting of flesh on flesh caught her by surprise, "One, Master, thank you."

"No need to be so formal, Princess, just count." James teased her legs wider and rubbed his hand over her satin skin, feeling the warmth of the first blow, the tension of her body, judging just the right time before he gave her the second. He took his time with the punishment, drawing it out until Allanah was almost begging him to finish. He had brought up her heat and passion, while letting her sink deeper into her submission.

He reached over and got the leather cuffs and gently cuffed her hands behind her back, grinning at the moan she and her slave both made. He rolled her over and ran his hand over her stomach, "What does my little Princess want?"

"You," Allanah breathed lustily, her eyes fixed hungrily on James as she arched her pussy toward him temptingly.

"Vixen," he whispered to her, "What if I don't want your pussy?"

Allanah licked her lips, almost tasting him in her mouth.

James shook his head with a wicked grin.

She took a startled breath, He had never started with that level of submission for her before. It was her least favorite way of having sex. She glanced over at Kayli suddenly rethinking her idea of having her there.

"Don't look at her, Princess. Look at me and only me. I will keep my eye on your Toy." Somewhere he had gotten a bottle of lubricant and was applying it to her asshole. It was cold and it made her squirm nervously.

James lifted her ankles to his shoulder and easily pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. She could feel him probing and finding her asshole and then slowly, so slowly pushing in. She gasped loudly as he stretched her, struggling not to fight him.

He stayed just inside her, moving just a little bit, teasing her until she moaned. Slowly he pushed a little deeper, stroking her legs with his strong hands. He could feel her squeezing him with her body. He pulled out a bit and then pushed back in again. Allanah moaned, unable to deny her body's pleasure to his slow torment. He took his time pushing in a fraction of a inch and then pulling out, pushing in a bit deeper, pulling out, stroking her thighs and teasing her clit until she was arching hungrily, her head back, the golden collar around her neck glistening in the light. She was his tonight and he was going to be sure she knew it.

"Please! You are going to kill me," she gasped as he finally pushed his full length inside her.

"Do you need to come already, My Princess?" he ran his finger over her breasts almost lazily, wondering in the back of his mind for the thousandth time why he ever let her go.

"Yes!" she breathed in passion.

"I thought you didn't like it this way?" he pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in with a smooth, strong thrust that made her moan in sheer pleasure. "I can always stop and let you just suffer tonight."

"No!" Allanah thrust herself up for more of him. God, he made her so hungry for him. He made a fire in her that was almost unquenchable. "Please, No!"

"Are you begging me?" he rubbed her clit watching her trying to entice him with her body.

"Fuck me! Please! I beg you! Fuck me hard, Master! Drive your cock deep into me," her words were half challenge- half plea.

James began to thrust, slowly at first and then building speed, faster and harder, causing Allanah to cry out louder with each stroke.

Kayli watched in aroused agony. She ached to be filled and taken, to be used and fucked. She wanted to feel a thick cock in her ass, stroking her like that. The need was excruciating. She struggled against the bonds to find some way to at least rub her clit against something to ease the painful need, but she was too carefully bound. She had never seen Mistress so beautiful as she was now, her skin gleaming in the dim lighting, completely given to her passion and desire.

"Come for me Princess," James commanded.

She cried in relief and pleasure as he thrust deeply, once, twice, and then a third time, coming with her.

James looked over at Kayli in her agony and assessed her level of arousal. Who would have known that the terrified girl at Tim's place had such a level of passion to her.

He pulled out of Allanah and released her hands from the cuffs, "Your Toy is in some distress. Has she earned an orgasm yet?"

Allanah reached over and stroked between Kayli's parted thighs, bringing back a wet finger, offering it to James to taste, "Not yet."

James sucked on the finger, his eyes hooded already with lust for his slave, "Well then, I think it is time then for you to show your Toy just what a slut you can be."

For the first time, Kayli saw her Mistress look a little frightened.

"We've never had an audience for this before," she hedged.

James just lay back on the bed and gave her a look of authority and command.

Allanah reached over to the bedside table for the wipes and quickly cleaned James off. She then turned her whole attention to arousing James. The sex she had just had with him, while wonderful, had not sated her, but had only served to arouse her passions more. She wanted more of him. She leaned over and licked at his inner thigh and then nipped gently the same place. He made a soft noise of pleasure and moved his legs a bit further apart so she could have more access. She kept at the nippling, listening to her Master's moans, echoed ever so softly with hunger and need from her slave girl. Kayli's hunger just fanned the flames on her own as she imagined having the girl tomorrow begging so desperately.

Allanah saw that her Master's cock was beginning to respond and she took him in her mouth with a deep sigh of her own. She loved the feel of him in her mouth. She teased the tip of him with her tongue and sucked deeply, rubbing her body against his leg. She let her hands roam to the spots she knew that would bring him the most pleasure. He grew in her mouth, longer, thicker - and she moaned deeply, so hungry now for him.

"Enough.." James gasped, his voice horse. "Ride me, Princess."

With a sleekness of a predatory cat, Allanah crawled into position and lowered herself onto him. She began to move up and down, slowly, teasing James with her body, arching her body and running her hands over her breasts enticingly.

The hunger in James eyes burned like fires, "You are a witch, my Princess. Beware how much you tempt me."

"All words and no actions, Master," she squeezed him with her muscles as she slid up and down on him, savoring the feel of him in her. She was beginning to feel reckless and wild, sensual beyond belief.

With a growl of lust and control James flipped her back onto the bed and began to take her with a determination he had not shown yet. "Come as often as you wish, Princess. Come like the slut you are."

Kayli felt the wetness of her own arousal dripping down the inside of her leg as her Mistress came, then again, and again. Still James did not stop. He kept on thrusting into her with a steadiness that showed he was going to keep going for some time.

Allanah came several more times before she was clawing at the bed in desperation, "Please... Master... I don't know if I can take much more."

"What is your job, Princess?" James kept thrusting in and out with a singular purpose.

Allanah shook with the force of another orgasm before she could respond, "To serve you.. Master"

Kayli was struggling not to orgasm herself at what she watching. She almost lost it when Mistress gave a desperate scream of pure pleasure through the strongest orgasm yet and passed out. James stayed inside of her, coming. He finally pulled out and gently rearranged Allanah on the bed, covering her up, watching her shudder in several more smaller orgasms as he touched her. He smiled lovingly at her.

He turned to Kayli. "Well, Toy. I think it is time to put you down for the night. The last order was no orgasm for you, so I fear you will just have to suffer. Alas, the cuffs and waist chains will stay on so your hands won't stray in your sleep."

Gently he removed the bonds that held her to the post and helped her down to the foot of the bed, covering her up with a blanket. He made sure the neck collar was securely attached to the post. Then he got into the bed and snuggled up to his beloved and turned out the light.

Kayli lay in the darkness, trying to ignore the throbbing need in her body and to let sleep take her.