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( Please read the first two chapters before reading this one, if you have not already done so, so you can get the whole story. )
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Erin woke to the warm sensations of being in a bath. A lovely soaking tub, soft jets pulsing against her abused body. The aroma of eucalyptus swirling all around her. A soft pillow cradling her aching head. Her face cloaked in a hot aromatic towel. Everything around her dark. All around her she could hear a gentle rain falling, with the occasional quiet rumble of thunder. The warm water had a soothing effect on her racked nipple and tortured labia. All was well with the world.
She reached down and felt the folds of her pussy, and gently stroked to the sound of the rain. Slowly pulling off the towel covering her face a dim room lit by candles was revealed to her. The large tub was surrounded on three sides by mirrors that reached to the ceiling. She could feel her clit swelling as she softly rubbed her gash, her head full of peace and contentment. Her body became more aroused. Looking up at the mirrors above on the ceiling, her nipples became stiff at the erotic thoughts swirling through her mind. She could see herself masturbate as the candles flickered around the room. Her breathing getting deeper and slower as she looked more around the room.
She could make out a large intricately carved four poster bed draped with heavy curtains. A large wooden dresser against one wall, and a matching dressing table and mirror against another. She could make out a large overstuffed leather wing chair facing the bed, a small reading table next to it. As in the apartment, erotic classical art adorned the walls. Erin thought it strange for a spa tub to be in the bedroom, but she was at peace, and her cunt was happy as she softly excited herself.
Her clit, swollen with passion, reacted with each gentle swipe of her fingers. The soothing vapours clearing her stimulated mind. If she was a slave, where was her master, and why such a delicious comforting bath? Her fingers rubbed harder at her clit and pussy lips. Her free hand went to her unadorned nipple, and gently twisted it. Heaven. Perhaps this slave deal would not be so bad. Two fingers penetrating her opening and lovingly fucking her hole. She twisted her nipple harder. Finding her clit she pinched it between two fingers. The instant pain going to her head, her body began a gentle shake. Erin let out a series of low guttural moans. The electricity between her legs and through her nipple beginning to send her over the edge. Reaching across her body she gently pulled at the newly pierced nipple. The pain great, but sending her over the edge, her body was racked with the orgasm she had slowly worked herself up to.
Erin sighed and sunk her body lower into the soothing water. This was heaven, and the sound of the rain with it’s distant thunder gave her peace.
After some time relaxing in the warm aromatic water Erin heard the door to the spacious room open and Derrick walked in. Erin open her eyes and smiled at him, “Thank you sir for this kind reward.”
Derrick smiled back at her, ” I can not have my property being too battered to be of any use to me. Now come up out there and follow me.”
Erin looked around for a towel but saw none, so she looked questioningly at him. At this Derrick turned on his heel and strode across the room. Erin quickly rose up and climbed out of the large soaking tub, and padded after him. Water dripping from her sensuous body. Her tits tight and her nipples hard with excitement.
She caught up with Derrick who was now standing by a padded kneeler of heavy oak, with restraints for the ankles and wrists. A person in such a device would be kneeling with their legs spread and their arms cuffed along each side. He caught Erin eyeing the device and held her gaze and turned his gaze down to the kneeler.
She knew what do by his eyes.
Kneeling on the lower pad, she spread her legs to match the cuffs and placed each arm on either side, awaiting to be cuffed in. Derrick knelt and fastened her ankles, and then rose and moved to standing in front of her. Erin kept her eyes down, but could feel him looming over her. He roughly grasped her tits and pulled them up, making sure to drag her freshly pierced nipple along the padding. Erin shuddered as the pain raced through her nipple, and tit. She arched her back slightly to the pain, but did not cry out, nor look up. Derrick was pleased, and bent over to fasten her arms and wrists.
“If you think that hurt, prepare yourself for worse,” he whispered in her ear menacingly.
Raising up, he walked across the room and picked up a length of fresh cut green willow. He rapidly swished it through the air, and wickedly smashed the last twelve of inches down on the table he had gotten it from, splintering and fraying the end.
“The test with the dildo was to make sure that you would follow orders, and to the word you did. However, you deliberately went against my wishes and fucked your slutty ass konyaaltı escort with it instead of using it in your bruised cunt. For that transgression, you will be severely punished. If you are going to be my slave, and assistant, then you must be willing to do everything that you are asked, and follow the intent of those commands. You must understand what is wanted from me before you are told, and you must not put your own preservation ahead of those demands. When you come to live by this, I will be the one to protect you.”
Derrick stepped up behind Erin and violently struck her ass cheeks with the split end of the willow, raising a large welt on her beautiful backside. Four more strikes of the cane violated her, and she took the pain with the merest of whimpers. Little blood red spots showed over the five hideous welts. Her pussy began to seep.
He then moved to one side of her, and raised the cane to strike. Derrick then hesitated with the cane.
“My pet, if you wish you may have a gag to bite down on.”
“No sir. I will not cry out. I will take my punishment.”
Derrick nodded his understanding, and raised the cane again.
The cane struck Erin across both breasts with a loud ‘thwack’, instantly raising a long purple broken welt. Erin good to her word, made not a sound. Derrick struck again, harder, crossing the first welt. Again Erin did not cry out. A small tear began it’s run from the corner of her eye, down her cheek. The pain was terrible, and her tits began to burn. Sweat began to drip from her body. Her cunt began to burn and ache with a desire that Erin could not realize. Her nipples stood erect. Derrick smiled and savagely in quick succession struck her bared tits three more times. Besides the welts, bruises began to rise on her battered flesh., and yet Erin did not make a sound. The tears flowed, but not a sound.
Derrick was pleased. He laid the cane across her battered tits gently, and bent down and kissed her passionately , and then strode from the room. Erin allowed her body to sag at his departure, and the tears flowed more freely.
A few minutes later he came back into the room carrying some items and laid them on the bed. He unbound his red haired beauty and helped her up. Derrick led her over to the bed.
“These should fit, pretty much. Dress and meet me in the kitchen.” Derrick kissed her on the forehead and strode from the room before Erin could answer, or ask any questions.
She looked down and saw the clothes and other items he had set out for her. A pair of navy blue sneakers, white knee socks, red panties, a very small navy blue skirt with white piping, a small navy mid-drift navy type smock with white piping, a pair of blue and white ribbons, a shorter red ribbon, and a small makeup bag.
Erin smiled. Though her ass and tits still throbbed from the caning she had just endured, she felt a certain amount of thrill, and safety. Her bald pussy continued to leak with excitement, and her nipples stiffened at the excitement that was rising in her. Softly she aimlessly stroked her puffy lips and felt the moisture. Her clit hardened and began to push out.
“MMMMM….what do you have in store for me my mysterious man?” she stroked her clit, coating it in her desire, as her fingers glided over her sex. “Well, I guess I better not keep him waiting.”
Erin dressed quickly. The mid-drift top was very tight around battered tits, and pushed her already amble assets up, giving her an even more predominant cleavage than she normally sported. She brushed out her hair with the brush in the makeup bag and then put it up in pig tails with the blue and white ribbons. She had not yet figured the red ribbon, so kept that aside. Next was her makeup. Black eyeliner and mascara, red lipstick, and rouge for her cheeks.. Everything he had set out for her. But what to do with the red ribbon? She looked at herself in the full length mirror. The skirt was short, and revealed her red panties. Her tits pushed up and full in the too small and revealing top.
She smiled, put her hands on her hips, and stood with one hip pushed to one side, and her head tilted to the other. She looked about 14, yet twenty, and ready to be fucked. Then, looking in the mirror, it hit her. She walked back over to the bed and picked up the red ribbon, and tied it around her neck. The ribbon matched the panties in colour and in the mirror she could see how the whole package came together with the backside and crotch of her panties mirroring the ribbon around her neck.
Erin strode from the room in search of the kitchen. The house was large and well appointed. She opened doors and looked into many of the various rooms. A few were bedrooms, dressed in various periods of history; Victorian, Baroque, a very 1960’s mod, Egyptian, and even one that resembled the cabin of 18th century ship with the bed suspended from the ceiling. She came to an ornate staircase that overlooked a grand foyer, and walked down the stairs. The house was stunning, with kültür escort many works of art and statues as decoration. “Well he isn’t hurting for money, that’s for sure,” Erin whispered to herself.
Derrick was seated on a bar stool at a counter in large and expensively turned out kitchen typing on a laptop. He was dressed in black jeans, with a black t-shirt, and black sneakers. He raised his head as he heard her come into the room.
“So, there you are. Very nicely done.” He said as he scanned her delicious form in the very suggestive outfit. “Turn around pet, so I can see all of you.”
Erin followed his command and slowly and deliberately turned as he eyed her fully.
“Yes. I think that will do. Did you like what you saw in all the rooms you poked into, SLAVE?”
“I did sir,” turning red. “You have a very lovely house sir….and…..this salve…..appreciates that you have favored to allow her to be here. I apologize for snooping on my way here.” Erin held her gaze down with her hands behind her back, unconsciously causing her large confined tits to stick out even further.
Derrick looked at her and tried to hide his smile, after all, he really had not told her not to look, and he had not set any type of ground rules on that subject. Erin stood unmoving, gritting her mind to further punishment, but none came.
“Well, while you were looking into other people’s business, I was sending a message to the person who was going to purchase you and told him that there will be a slight delay. WE will work on finding a suitable replacement in a bit, but first we have to get you sorted out; clothes, identification, accessories, the works. I have a small amount of work left to do right now, but go ahead and sit at the table and eat the lunch I have laid out for you. You must be hungry.”
Looking over his shoulder Erin saw a small kitchen dining table set for one. “Yes sir.”
She walked over to the table and sat. It was the first food she had eaten in how long? She could not remember, and she was hungry. Derrick had set out a large garden salad, a small portion of fettuccini alfredo, a small steak, sliced fruit and a cup of coffee. Perhaps it was too early to tell him that she was a vegetarian, and that she did not drink coffee? She was really too hungry to worry about her silly dietary desires, and ate the steak quite heartedly. Maybe being a vegetarian was not all it was cracked up to be. The coffee was unsweetened but at least had milk in it. All in all, the meal hit the spot. She was just finishing as he turned to her.
“I hope you enjoyed your meal. My staff is off for the next few days, so I had to do the cooking.”
“Yes sir, it was quite satisfying. Thank you.” A printer, tucked into a corner on one of the kitchen counters started to print, causing her to jump. Derrick gave one of his little smiles to let her know that it was alright.
“Don’t mind that pet. It is just your shopping list. All right, let’s get going then.”
Derrick pulled the sheet off the printer and folded it into thirds and handed it to Erin. “Here, hold this a minute.”
He grabbed a black blazer off a hook on the wall and put it on. Reaching into the inside pocket, he pulled out a small stack of bills and silently counted out an amount. “Here put this with your shopping list.” Erin had kept count with him in her head and figured that it was $5000, all in hundreds.
“Sir, may ask where we are going?”
“Not to worry for now my pet. You will see when we get there. Here let me look at you again.”
Erin rose at his command and stood before him with her eyes down and her hands by her side.
“No, my slave, let me look at you. Put your head up. Show me how you look.”
Doing as he asked, she raised her head, smiled and put her hands on her hips. She pushed out her chest and did a few slow turns for him. By the third turn, Derrick had had enough, and was quite happy. Quickly, as her back was to him, he came over to her and roughly bent her over the table. He expertly pulled her panties down to just below her crotch and with one foot he gently, but deliberately, pushed her legs open a bit. He unfastened his belt and opened his jeans, exposing his hard thick cock. Keeping one hand on the back of her neck, he used one hand to rub his stiff member back and forth through her cunt lips. Derrick could feel her moisture and her body quivering under him.
Erin’s tits were pushed down hard against the table. Her abused and battered breasts burned with the pressure, as did her newly pierced, but very swollen nipple. She let out a slight moan as he continued to wet his sex with her flowing desire. With one swift move, he plunged his cock deep into her pussy, forcing the air from her lungs. He could feel his cock slide into her waiting gash, and her body now fighting regain her breath.
As she became more accustomed to his penetrations, he quickened his pace, driving in and out of her hot fuck hole. Erin reached back to spread her cheeks markantalya escort for him, to gain him better access to her sex as he pumped his member in and out of her dripping slit.
“God yes sir, please fuck your slave. Let me please you to your fullest desire.”
Her tits ached from the assault as she was pressed harder into the table, but her young pussy was in heaven.
“Please sir, more. Use your slave, let me make you cum deep inside of me…….oh god please fuck me harder….fuck me….oh god…yes……”
Her juices dripped from her now engorged lips as he pummeled her harder and harder. Her breathing became shallow as she built up to her own orgasm. Derrick pumped her hard and fast. His cock gleaming with her viscous dew.
“Please yes more….harder fuck me….fuck this slave……fuck your pet…..fuck….god…yes….”
Without warning derrick pulled out and thrust forcibly against her tight anal opening.
“OHHHHH god….oh….fuck that is big….drive it into me…..fuck my dirty ass sir. Use this body , but fuck me hard…..” Erin screamed. Her juices gushed from her cunt as her body was wracked in another cum. His cock was stretching her ass, and she loved it. The burning pain of the tight fit, only added to her pleasure.
“Yes fuck my ass…….fuck it…..fuck….god fuck…..”
She grasped her ass cheeks harder and tried to pull them even further apart to allow him deeper penetration as he drove in and out of her dark hole. For every thrust of his fuck stick, she tried to clench down on him with her muscles to make his, and her, pleasure even greater. Derrick smiled his smile, enjoying the ride and the wantoness of his slave. At least for this part, he was sure that he had made the right decision. But he had never owned a pet before. He was somewhat unsure of what all his responsibilities would be now that he owned her. Well that could wait for now in his mind. Fuck she was good. He could feel her bearing down on his cock as he fucked in an out of her, and his own cum was beginning to boil in his balls.
He rammed her hard and deep a few more times, and let his seed shoot deep into her rectum as he heard her gasp and scream in orgasm again. Blast after blast of his hot cum filled her backside, and he began to slow his pace, allowing her to catch her breath and come down from her sexual high. Slowly he pulled out of her, and reached for a kitchen towel to wipe of his deflating cock. He watched her torso rise and fall bent over the table as she recovered. He saw her bent over, her panties tight around her thighs. Her still open ass hole looking back at him. God she was gorgeous. He was happy. Very happy.
After putting himself away, he took a small butt plug from his coat pocket and pushed it into her gaping ass, just as a few drops of his cum began to drip from her well fucked backside.
Erin turned to look at him, and saw the smile on his face. She was happy, happier than she ever remembered being. She knew she was safe.
“Is sir satisfied?”
“Yes my slave. Sir is very happy. But we must be going now.”
Derrick led her out through the kitchen and onto an oyster shell walkway that led to a large 3 car garage. One door stood open, and Erin could see an old British Army Rover. She was about to head towards the passenger side when Derrick motioned her towards the other side, and opened the door for her. She was slightly taken aback, as she had never driven in an English drive vehicle. The passenger side was on the wrong side. On either side of the Rover she saw a new model Jag and a four door Wrangler. An interesting selection of vehicles, she thought to herself. She was just used to driving around in late model Toyota that her mom had deemed she could have, as not to have to bother her for rides places the train would not take her.
Once Erin was in, Derrick closed the door behind her, and got in on the driver’s side. He turned the key and the engine roared to life. As they pulled out of the garage Erin could get a better view of the house they were leaving. It was bigger than her little bit of snooping had led her believe, and she was quite awed by its’ grandeur. So this was life in the Hamptons. She had been out there quite a bit, but only to go to the beach, or to catch the walk-on ferry to Block Island. Did she live here now, she thought?
A few turns here and there, and they were on the main road that would take them to the expressway, heading West towards the city.
“Sit back and relax a bit, it will take us a little while to get to where we are going. Should look pretty familiar to you. So tell me about Erin, who she used to be?”
“Sir? I don’t quite understand?”
“All right. Start with how you came to be in the club by yourself.”
She blushed and recounted the story of her ‘affair’ with Patrick, and how she had been there to get laid and spite him for probably dumping her.
“So was he your first?”
“First what sir?”
“Your first lover?”
“No…..sir…he wasn’t. I knew this one boy, and we hooked up a couple of times…..and then there was….” Erin stopped. She was now unsure how to proceed. “Sir, would you just be satisfied with no he wasn’t and not talk about it?”
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