by Princess and Her treasure



  Chapter Nine  

        Kayli teetered on the high heels, her knees not working properly as she stood with her legs far apart, Joshua's hand gliding up and down her thigh.  Every few strokes, his fingers would brush her already dripping slit and tease her clit for a nerve wracking moment.  
    He had  barely said a word to her all morning even when he'd pleasured her over and over, except for when he'd told her to be sure and eat her breakfast, implying that she'd need her strength.   He'd awakened her with a jolting orgasm, and bathed her gently, showing her the outfit that Mistress had lain out for her.   Then led her by her hand to breakfast, where Mistress and Pablo had been conspicuously absent.  She smiled in spite of herself when they took  a short walk to the offices hand in hand.  He'd kissed her deeply and opened the door for her, admiring her lovely ass as she swayed into the office.  He told her of the day's duties and reluctantly let her get to work-- for five whole minutes, before he called her to his desk and said simply, “ Spread your legs.”
    She'd been surprised, but obeyed, unsure of what else to do.  The time it took him to make a phone call and get his party on the line before he touched her was maddening.  She delighted in the torturous anticipation, and her pussy began to get wetter. 
    When he finally did begin, he continued with his conversation, the only acknowledgment of her presence, was his absent stroking of her  under her skirt, as if she were some sort of lovely pet, there to reduce his stress.  She whimpered softly, which caused him to smile, and bring a finger to his lips, as if to silence her.  When he completed the call, he jotted down a note with his free hand, then turned to face her fully and whispered a single word, “Cum.”
    She fell into his lap as her body doubled over, spasming harshly against him, his fingers taking her higher and higher as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument.  When she finally came down, she panted and curled against him, held tight in his arms, she sighed and rested until her heart stopped pounding.  When he felt her calm, he grinned and whispered that she should get back to work before she fell behind on her tasks this morning.  At seemingly random times when he had made a phone call, he'd motioned for her to come over to his desk, and repeated the process, allowing her to orgasm at the end of the call.
    Kayli sat at her desk trying to concentrate on the correspondence in front of her.    Her mind reeled as it was filled with with thoughts of this morning and last night.  It had been so erotic to wake up cuffed to the bed, throbbing still ever so lightly.  Even now she was a bit sore from use, but amazingly she still had a low lying hunger.  She shifted a bit in her seat.  Her posture was lovely today, helped by the long line, tightly laced corset she wore under the demure white blouse and blue skirt.  The corset lifted her breasts to a creamy swelling that pushed at the blouse that Mistress had left unbuttoned part way down.  The medallion tickled the back of her neck again, and this time it was comforting instead of teasing.
    Joshua worked steadily at his desk, making calls and doing transactions on his computer, his pace never slowing, even as he called her to him when he began to feel stressed.  Kayli dared a glance over at him, amazed at the transfiguration of Joshua from sexual playboy to executive.  He was so in control and domineering this way.  Looking at him now in his grey slacks and dress shirt, she would never imagine him as she had seen on that first day, on his knees intent on Pablo’s every move.
    Allanah stepped into the office still sipping at the cup of coffee she had poured herself in the dungeon.  She was pleased to see both her slaves working so hard.  She took the letters that Kayli had done and looked them over.  They were perfect.  Her attention to detail was excellent.
    “Kayli, come here.”  Allanah sat at her desk.
    Kayli came over, cheeks  nicely flushed, but eyes wide with worry.
    “Last night, you did something that disappointed me very much.  Do you know what it was?”
    Kayli paled.  She had hoped that nothing was going to happen. “Yes, Mistress.  I came without asking permission.”  Her voice was barely more than a whisper.  She was going to get it now.  Master Tim had beaten one of his girls so badly when she came without permission, that she had to go to the hospital.
    “Kayli, you must learn control.  I cannot let this go unpunished.  Your punishment will be this.  Each hour, on the hour, you will play with yourself until you are right on the edge of coming.  Then you will stop.  You will do this for 24 hours.”
    Kayli almost fell over.  That was it?  No beating?  She fell to her knees and kissed Allanah’s feet.  “Thank you, Mistress!”
    Allanah looked down at her girl, knowing that she had expected to be beaten. Right now, this punishment seemed easy, but it would prove to be very trying for her. “That’s enough of that.  Get up, Kayli.  Now, understand.  If you cum anytime in the next 24 hours, another day will be added for each time you cum.  It will also be your responsibility to wake yourself in the night and do this task.”  She took out a timer from her drawer and put it on the desk. “This timer will help you.”
    Kayli looked at the timer, and nodded, “Yes Mistress.”
    “It is just 10 o’clock now.  You may do your first one now.”
    A brief look of horror flashed across Kayli’s face, “Here?”
    Allanah fought back the twitch of smile that threatened to come out, keeping her face impassive for the punishment, “Yes, Kayli.  Here.  You will do this each hour, on the hour, no matter where you are.”
    Kayli was already beginning to rethink the lightness of this punishment.  She had never found it easy to masturbate in front of another person, even a dominant.  Joshua continued to work, but knowing he could hear made this very difficult.
    “Come on, Kayli. Putting it off will only add more time to your punishment.”  Allanah said firmly but gently.
    Slowly, Kayli pulled the modest blue skirt up, tucking the hem into the waistband.  She spread her legs, balancing on the spiky heels and reached up to touch herself.  She was already wet.  She began to rub her clit in small circles, her eyes never leaving Mistress.  At first, nothing happened.  Kayli worried what would happen if she couldn’t arouse herself.  Tears filled her eyes.  She rubbed harder and faster.  The first surge of arousal swirled through her like a flash flood and she moaned.  She kept fingering herself and the pleasure rose as did her embarrassment.  She couldn’t stop the sounds of pleasure and need that she was making as the throbbing grew stronger and stronger.  Joshua had stopped writing.
    “May I stop, Mistress?” she asked as her legs trembled?
    “Keep going, Little One.  You are not close enough.” Allanah sipped at her coffee.
    Kayli whimpered in need, her face pink. Her fingers flew and her hips began to pump.  Her eyes grew wider as she fought to keep control of her body.  Allanah watched with professional judgment and then said, “Stop.”
    Kayli dropped her hand and stood shaking, breathing hard, a look of aching pain on her face.  Allanah could see the gleam of juices running down her inner thigh.  She wanted to reach out and comfort Kayli, but it would not help the punishment.  The girl was going to suffer in the next 24 hours.
    “You know how far I expect you to take yourself.  Do not disappoint me by cheating.”  She set the timer for one hour and placed the timer on Kayli’s desk.  “Get a towel for your chair so you don’t stain your skirt or the chair with your juices.  Joshua, your reward time with Kayli is now over.”  With decorum, Allanah walked calmly from the office, hearing a short, stifled sob from Kayli.  The girl would never realize how hard it was on her to punish her.  Not to mention the arousal she had gotten watching the girl struggle to make herself cum.  It was time, Allanah decided, to see how Andrew was doing in the garden.  She needed a little relief before she went back to the basement.


    Allanah swayed  to the rose bush lined path, breathing in deeply and enjoying the sensation of her thighs touching with each step, purposely letting them press together for longer than was necessary. She smiled and let her fingers trail up her belly and over her breasts, paying special attention to the raised nubs beneath the sheer fabric.  Beneath her skirt, she felt tingle of electricity as she spotted Andrew.  His well muscled brown skin glistened in the sun.  She watched him quietly for a moment, admiring the ridiculously perfect masculine beauty presented in such a spectacular way.  She advanced quickly, catching him somewhat off guard, and ran her fingers over his back. 
    He jumped at the touch of her soft cool fingers and breathlessly whispered, “Mistress!”
    Allanah growled out a single word,   “Now!”  He responded instantly to her command, fingers sliding around the back of her neck, the other hand snaking around her backside, pulling her close.  His manhood responded nearly as quickly as his hands, hardening almost painfully fast, and straining behind his jeans.  His mouth overtook Allanah's, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she undid his pants.  She slid them down over his hips quickly as he raised her and lunged forward,  pressing her against a nearby tree. He pinned her between him and the tree, aching to please her, and taking the deepest of pleasure in knowing he was about to make her a very very satisfied woman. 
    He slid into her  fully with the very first stroke, knowing well that her hunger was urgent. Feral sounds permeated the thickly perfumed air as she took him, at times holding him tightly deep within her warm wet prison. Andrew dreamed of moments like this.  He loved her completely.  Every ounce of his soul was devoted to her, and he proved it time and again in every way he could.  Right now, she wanted him, and damn it, she would have him in any and every way she could imagine if he had any choice in the matter, which he might, or might not.
    He couldn't suppress a gasp followed by a moan of pleasure when he found himself again unable to move as she gripped him inside and panted into his ear, “Who does this cock belong to boy?”
    “Y-you, Mistress.”
    “Good boy”
    He moaned and whispered, “Thank you, Mistress.”
    “Now, Andrew, it is time for you to fuck me very hard.”  And with that she relaxed, allowing him to move.  He began driving into her, his mouth moving to lick and suck at her neck, fingers digging into her soft ass.  She made high pitched squealing noises as she neared her peak, and he continued to feast on her neck, straining to hold back his own.
    “Yesssssss.”
    Andrew knew better than to beg, for when she was in this mode, Allanah was merciless.  His mind screamed for her to please hurry, please, please hurry.  He was so close.  He didn't know if he could hold--  Allanah screamed out her pleasure, “Yes! Oh, Andrew! Cum for me now.”
    “Thank you Mistresssss.” He felt a sharp stab of pain followed by pleasure as he began to shake and came very hard, and very deep inside her.  She continued to spasm around his cock, milking it and riding her orgasm out in his strong arms.
    He held her in the same position until she kissed him deeply and said, “You're a wonder, my Andrew.  I think I may just keep you after all.”  With that, they both chuckled at her teasing, knowing full well he'd signed a lifetime contract well over six years ago, and wasn't going anywhere. 
    Sadly, it was time for her to get  back to training her wayward slave.


    Allanah looked down at Tim, his loud snoring signaling his exhaustion and discomfort.  She considered moving him to a larger cell, knowing that keeping him in this one too much longer might truly harm him.  Making him uncomfortable for a couple of days was one thing, but permanantly damaging a slave was despicable, even if they did deserve--  She shook her head and cleared the thought, reminding herself with every cliche she could muster up that two wrongs don't make a right.  She kicked at the door of the kennel until he began to rouse.
    “Get up, Bitch.”
    He stirred, letting his eyes focus for a moment before he  flopped awkwardly over and glanced at the toe of her shoe.  He let his gaze travel upward.  Since he was laying on his back on the floor, he quickly noticed the  telltale shine of fresh sex on her creamy caramel inner thighs.   He breathed in deeply, smelling her scent clearly over the dank smells of the dungeon.  His cock hardened painfully, straining at the chastity strap that Pablo had put back on him.  He groaned with pain and desire as he found that she wasn't wearing any panties, and caught a glimpse of her smooth shaven pussy as he stared intently at the delta where her thighs met.  He swallowed hard and whispered,      ”Hello, Ma'am”
    Allanah sighed heavily and repeated, without emotion or emphasis, “Get up.”
     Immediately he heaved himself onto his knees, even though he had to crouch down a bit to maintain the position.  He remained silent as he felt even previously undiscovered muscles report pain. 
    “Today you will have the chance to earn a bigger cell.  Would you like that, Bitch?”
    He eyed her suspiciously for a moment, and thought about screaming at her and asking her what the fuck did she think, of course he wanted a bigger cell, in fact, he wanted to go back to his own home right the fuck now!  But a particularly nasty row of cane marks on his ass reminded him that he should be polite to her, and he said, “Yes, Ma'am.” 
    She smiled at his response and placed her hand on his head, stoking back a stray strand of hair.  He whimpered at  the soft touch and closed his eyes, enjoying her closeness to him.  She spoke softly, almost cooing.  He nodded indiscriminately at her words, something about a picnic table, and licking butter off a corncob, he was hearing her words from far down a well.  He felt half hypnotized as she continued speaking.   Yes, he loved the taste of fresh summer...cock?  His head jerked up, he began to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and he whispered, “Excuse me Ma'am?”
    “Tsk tsk tsk.   Haven't you been paying attention?  Today we will continue your training with oral skills.  You'll need them if you are going to be any good to anyone, Bitch.  Pablo says your ass is fairly tight, though it's obvious you weren't a virgin.  Such secrets we keep, hm?  You won't be able to be a good slave to anyone if you can only be fucked in one orifice.  Beside, from watching you beg Pablo for more of his cock, I know you'll just love sucking one too.”
    He colored visibly and  his lip quivered.  How did they know? He'd never told anyone about those times when he was alone.  It didn't mean anything!  His thoughts drifted to the first time he'd gotten a shipment of sex toys from a mail order shoppe.   They had sent him a free vibrating dildo about the girth of a his thumb, only longer, as a gift for his generous order.  He hadn't been one to use many of such things, he'd always preferred to bring his slaves along by hand, er, cock.  He absent mindedly tossed it aside and took off with the other things to the dungeon.    When he went back to his room that night, he  flopped down on the bed, not feeling especially satisfied, since the stupid cunt he'd been using had passed completely out, beyond being awakened again, before he was done with her.  He felt something hard pressing against his backside and reached down to see what it was.  When he did, the toy sprang to life, ginving his nether area a most comforting massage. 
    Images of what he'd done to the girl flashed through his head, as he continued to search under himself, trying to find it.  He thought her fear, her pleading, the way her ass looked after the nintieth stroke with his cane, the new stable boy who'd taken his horse that morning...   He continued to remember how he'd fantasized about the young man, and eventually ended up fucking himself in his ass, to several screaming orgasms with the dildo.   He was imagining it was Johnathan's cock,  and Johnathan's hand on his shaft.  His little cock had begun to leak as he thought of all the things he'd wanted to do to him.   
    Suddenly he felt a new sharp pain .  His head snapped up and he saw Allanh's face as she held him by the hair.  She spat her words at him, “Bitch, you'll have to pay attention.  If you think I'll tolerate you ignoring me, you have another thing coming!”
    “I'm sorry Ma'am!” he squeaked.
    “If you continue to try my patience, things will turn ugly for you.  My forgiveness reaches only so far.   The things you've experienced thus far will seem like a gleaming heaven.  Do you understand?”
    He whispered, “Yes, Ma'am,” his cock surging as her anger both excited and terrified him.  He fought back the urge to plead with her...for what he was unsure.  the pain from her hand twisted in his hair was unsettling and erotic.  Erotic? He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his back straighten, and his thighs spreading wider on the cold floor, and his eyes close for a moment as he inhaled her scent again.
    Her voice and demeanor softened.  She let her fingers glide through his hair and spoke to  him in her usual sensual tone, “Are we ready to sign our letter yet?”
    His eyes narrowed suspiciously and he growled, jerking away from her.  “Do you think I'm insane?  There's no-”  His words were cut off when she flashed a video disc  with the words, “THE BITCH: BEGGING TO BE FUCKED” written boldly on the front.
    “Temper, temper, Bitch.  Honestly, I don't really need your signature on the letter, I could draft my own letter and send this disc along with it as a verification of your consent.  It's completely up to you.  I have to say,though, that your begging was top notch.  I'd never imagine that you hadn't been in that position before.  The committee members would love a look at this.  I don't generally share the dungeon activities with anyone, but, you leave me no choice...”
    Timothy paled visibly, the  image of  them laughing at him while he begged like a common whore for more of that slave's cock, was more than he could bear.  “You wouldn't!”
    “I'd hate to do it, but my only options are this video, and your signature.  The choice is yours.”
    His mind reeled as he considered the options.  Giving that bitch  everything, or having himself exposed  as a cock loving ass whore.  He finally rested on the opinion that he had quite a bit of property and assets hidden well enough that they'd never be found.  He would be able to get himself on his feet again as soon as he was released.
    “What will it be, Bitch?  Video or letter?”       
    Through clenched teeth, he growled, “Letter.”  He wanted so badly to curse her and call her every name in the book, but he had learned his lesson about that.  His face grew redder and he bit his tongue and breathed deeply to try and calm down.
    She reached over on the table and passed him the note and pen on a clipboard. 
    He snatched it and scrawled his signature in the place she had indicated earlier. After shoving it back at her, he retreated back into the depth of the cell as far as possible to sulk and plan her payback.  She set the letter aside, and smiled down at him.  “Now for your punishment.”   
    He was startled to hear her say that, as he had just turned his entire estate over to her, or so she thought. 
    “Punished?  What the fuck for?”   
    She never batted an eye when she said, “Number one: ignoring me.  Two: speaking disrespectfully when I suggested that you sign the paper, again. Three: snatching the letter from me.  Four: moving out of position without  permission.  Five: cursing at me when I mentioned your punishment.  And six:  for whatever I choose, Bitch.  Are we clear?”
    “Yes, Ma'am.” 
    He shook with rage and frustration. He didn't completely understand why he felt so ashamed, or even why he cared that she was unpleased with him.  Before he could stop them, tears spilled from his eyes, and his embarrassment grew as he tried to wipe them away with the backs of his hands.
    She whispered, “No, no, Bitch.  Those belong to me.  You do not have permission to remove them from your face.”
    His shame consumed him.  The fact that she'd brought him to tears  even worse than the fact that he actually cared.  Heaving sobs racked his body as he fought to regain control, his hands resting on his now wet thighs.
    “Good boy.”  Her finger swiped across his cheek and she lifted it to her mouth and tasted the salty tear on her fingertip.
    “Who would you like to be fucked by next?”
    His sobs became even more pitiful, when he realized she was going to make him choose the one who would violate his still tender ass.  He knew that not answering wasn't an option.  What was worse, in his mind, was that he already knew his answer. 
    “Answer please.”
    His crying subsided only long enough for him to cough out, “Andrew, Ma'am.”
    She ignored the tears and went on, “Very good choice.  Though he's been known to be very very rough. He can last for hours.  Oh, and for your punishment, We'll say ten for each infraction since you are new.  Do you think that is a fair number, Bitch?”   
    He nodded, becoming more quiet, in case she decided to  punish him for making noise.  Panic and a twisted sort of desire set in as he wondered what punishment she'd inflict on him this time.



    Kayli woke with  her heart pounding, the fearful images still too fresh in her  mind.   Even after the incredible night she'd spent with Mistress and the boys in the playroom, she had not been able to escape the nightmares.  She wiped away the hot tears that rolled down her face and  slid as quietly as she could from the large, warm bed.   Mistress  lay there sleeping, Andrew by her side.   She wanted to wake  Mistress and have her hold her, but her own fear was too great.
    Quietly,  she padded to the bathroom  and got herself a drink of water.    It did nothing to calm her.   The  vivid images of Tim  escaping from the dungeon and cutting up Mistress with a  knife  and then coming for her were just too real.   Was he really  secured?    Were they really safe?  She took the silk dressing  robe off the hook on the  bathroom door and put it around her  body.   Quietly, she slipped from the  bedroom and down the stairs.    At the door to the dungeon, she hesitated, her  hand on the knob,  as she remembered Mistress's command to her.   She dropped  her  hand from the doorknob and stood there in the darkness, torn.    The  misery of her recent punishment was still fresh in her  mind and the fear of  being punished again weighed heavily  against the fear of her dream. Would  Mistress know if she just  looked?   If she were anything like Master Tim she  would. Was she anything like Master Tim?  She  stepped back away from the door. She thought of how disappointed Mistress would be in her and Kayli suddenly couldn't bear  that thought.   She turned and fled back up the stairs.    Trying to move as silently as possible, she slipped back into  the bedroom and returned the robe to the hook in the bathroom.    She was shivering as she climbed back into the bed.
    "Where  were  you, Little One?" Allanah whispered to her, drawing her close.
    Cold  fear  dropped to her stomach, twisting in knots.   Mistress would  hear a lie in her  voice, she knew it. "I- I had a bad d-dream,  Mistress,”  she paused for a moment and added ”and I- I went to the  dungeon."
    Allanah's gentle  hand smoothed back her hair, "What was my order  about that?"
Kayli  felt like dying, "That I was n-not to g-go without  y-our express permission and then n-not alone."
    "So you disobeyed  twice?"
    "Yes,  Mistress," Kayli whispered miserably.
    "Is your curiosity  satisfied?"  Kayli  blinked, "No, Mistress."
    "Why not?"
    "I did not go  inside,  Mistress."
    "Why is that, Little One?" Her hand stroked Kayli's  hair  again.
    "I-I couldn't bear the t-thought of disappointing  you, Mistress, but I did."
    Allanah smiled, and stroked the girl's cheek.  Her fingers playing gentle melodies over Kayli's flesh, she whispered, “Good girl.”
    Kayli almost flinched at the words.  Instead of being settled, her heart was now breaking and she began to cry.  She didn't deserve this.  Mistress was too kind to her, and all she had done since she got here was  make a mess of things.  Mistress deserved better.  She struggled inwardly with the thought, considering making Mistress send her away.  Maybe if she acted out, maybe if she was disobedient, Mistress would tire of her and replace her with a better slave.  Mistress deserved better.
    “Pet, do you think you deserve to be punished for this transgression?”
    Kayli whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Very well then,”  Allanah replied, “Your punishment shall be this:  Your only relief from the guilt you are feeling right now will be time.  I will not comfort you for this thing, nor absolve you of it.  You will have to live with the fact that you have abused my trust, and put yourself, and consequently all of us in danger.”
    “All of you, Mistress?”
    “Everyone in this home would give their life to protect you, Pet.  If  you were in danger- any type of danger- We would all rush in to help.  And if we lost you, well, the pain would be unbearable, knowing that we may have been able to prevent your misfortune.  Do you understand the importance of your responsibility as a member of this family?” 
    Kayli felt exceptionally small as she sobbed against Allanah, her face buried in the softness of her breast.  She choked out, “Y-y-y-yes, Mistress.” 
    Later, as Kayli thought on what she had been told, it occurred to her that this truly was a family.  The love and support of all were appearant everywhere. From the delicious meals that Pablo prepared, to the meticulous care of the grounds by Andrew, to the financial wizardry of Joshua, it was not the same as other places.  Most places the benefit would be for Mistress only, but here, it was for the family.  All benefited, all shared freely of their gifts to support the others.  To Kayli, it was strange and terrifying and wonderful all at once.  She found herself falling deeply, deeply in love... of her own free will.
    Free will?  What an odd thing for a slave to claim to have, she thought.  She had meant to come to this place for refuge.  Anywhere couldn't be as bad as where she was.  Yet she felt she may have stumbled onto paradise without even knowing it.  For a second she smiled and reveled in the thought.  Then, when she realized she might lose it, she went pale.
     Deep inside, she knew if she truly wanted to be released, Mistress would grant it.   Her contract would be voided without question or penalty.  But did she want to go, and be sent away?  To be alone again?  To suffer through the nightmares and anxieties that flooded her mind?  The thought that everything she did from now on would be consensual, frightened her to no end, and her responsibility weighed heavily on her.  Her responsibility to the family... to her family.