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MASTER OF THE HOUSE
Chapter 1
Melissa was nervously awaiting her first meeting with the master of
the house. She had been hired directly out of high school for her
first job: housemaid in the mansion of a wealthy young man whose great
interests were horseback riding and fox hunting. She wondered why she
had been ordered to meet him in such a skimpy outfit: other than her
starched white maid's cap, she was wearing only a velvet ribbon around
her neck and a sexy black garter belt and black silk stockings under
her little black maid's apron. Her black shoes had five inch stiletto
heels that forced her to take only short, small steps, causing her hips
to undulate as she moved. She was self-conscious that her huge, firm
breasts were bare and she was aware that her red nipples were erect and
poking out from the darker red circles that covered the tips of her
creamy white tits. She hoped that the supervisor of maids would return
with the rest of the outfit.
Suddenly she was confronted with the master of the house, a
handsome young stud named Ronald. He had just returned from an
afternoon of riding and he looked dashing in his jodphurs, tall black
boots, and natty blue shirt. She liked his looks right off, admiring
his curly brown hair and muscular arms. However, she didn't like the
looks of that whip he carried, a thick blacksnake that looked like it
could be used more for disciplining a recalcitrant breeding bull than
for guiding a thoroughbred horse.
Ronald swung right into action, intimidating the girl as she
quivered and covered her naked breasts with her trembling hands. He
ordered her to kneel at his feet and that was easy for her to do since
her knees had turned to water and she wasn't sure that she could stand
much longer. "Move your hands!" he commanded as her fingers continued
to hide her breasts. As her head shook side to side, he let the whip
uncoil and drop to the carpet. As his hand took the whip back, she
moaned, "Noooooo." and she let her hands drop to her sides, fully
exposing her breasts to his gaze. She felt a blush start over her
breasts and her nipples erected even more under his steady gaze. He
rubbed the cold leather of the whip handle over her breasts, bending
her nipples up and down as it pressed into the tender flesh.
The powerful young stud strode to the bureau and opened the top
drawer, producing a pair of black leather shackles held together by a
chrome-plated chain. As the girl looked on aghast, he shackled her
ankles with the strange device. She was at once horrified and excited
for the soft leather had a warm and pleasing odor; and when the man
came close, the scent from his sweaty riding pants and high boots added
to the heady sensations.
He asked Melissa her name and when she replied he said, "Melissa,
I'm going to show you who is boss on this estate. I'm going to teach
you who the Master is."
Melissa tried to rise, but he caught her ankles by the chain and
dragged her to an easy chair as she squirmed and tried to get away. He
brought the whip sharply across her ass and told her, "If you don't
stop squirming I'm going to have to really beat your ass!" The
intensity of the pain had subsided somewhat, but Melissa had no desire
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to feel another blow, so she lay quietly sobbing on the carpet. "Get
on your knees." he commanded as he sat on the edge of the easy chair.
Melissa got on her hands and knees in front of him as he put his hand
under her chin, turning her face toward him. "You are going to feel
pain and you are going to experience pleasure. You are going to
perform acts you never dreamed of and you are going to experience the
true pleasure of serving your Master. Your body belongs to me. I can
do anything I want with it: I can whip you until you bleed, I can tie
you up and leave you hanging from chains, I can make you do anything I
want. If you fight me, your pain will be greater and your pleasure
less. If you cooperate, I'll make sure you experience the heights of
orgasm over and over." As he increased the pressure of his fingers, he
asked, "Do you understand?"
Melissa nodded through her tears. What could she do? There was no
one to help her and they were too far from any other houses for anyone
to hear her screams. She had no where to run or hide. She felt
trapped in the great mansion of this powerful young man.
He pulled her erect so that she was kneeling between his leather
covered legs. He reversed the whip so that the thick handle end
protruded from his fingers as he rubbed it between her heaving breasts
and pushed it into the tender tit flesh under her nipple. He drew her
trembling body to him as he felt her bare pussy and let his fingers rub
gently up and down the moist opening of her cunt. As his fingers
explored her pussy, Melissa felt the familiar throbbing in her clit as
it began to peek pinkly out of its sheath, poking stiffly into his
finger as it continued to bring her pleasure. The whip handle rubbed
down her belly as it traveled to her cunt.
"Oh, please don't," she begged, but it was too late. Ronald had
inserted the whip handle between her legs and was rubbing it through
the wetness his fingers had created. Melissa felt strange sensations
as the cold black leather intruded into her cunt lips and massaged her
clit. The girl felt strange sensations ripple through her body. Never
in her life had she felt anything like this before. She was starting
to get wildly turned on by the forcefulness of this macho man, by the
scent of all that leather and sweat, and by the action of the thick
leather whip handle dragging back and forth across her tender clit.
Ronald arose and returned to the same drawer, returning with what
looked like a wide leather belt which he fastened around her slim
waist, buckling it so tightly that her flesh was pinched by the
leather. He got two leather handcuffs which he enclosed around her
wrists and connected to rings on the side of the belt, imprisoning her
hands at her side and making it impossible for her to protect any part
of her trembling body. He placed a leather collar around her neck,
buckling it at the back. She felt the coldness of two chains that
dangled from the center of the collar and ran between her breasts. At
the end of each chain was an evil-looking alligator clip, and she
shuddered as she realized their purpose.
The next time he returned from the drawer, he was holding a weird
implement the likes of which she had never seen before. It was a short
whip of black leather, thicker than a rider's crop, with curlicues of
leather up the business end.
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"Have you ever felt the blows from something like this?" he asked,
and when she shook her head no, he took her by one arm and raised the
whip. "This is a jockey's bat," he said, his eyes burning like a
couple of red-hot coals. "It's used when a filly will not do as she is
told. For the next five minutes you must be completely quiet. If you
make any sound at all, I'll whip your ass until you learn to obey me."
He lay the bat on the chair and grabbed her left breast, forcing it
up toward her face, his fingers digging into the tender flesh and
distorting her beautiful tit. His other hand took one of the clips and
brought it in front of her eyes, opening the jaws to let her see the
tiny teeth before he slowly brought it close to her sensitive nipple.
He enclosed her erect nipple in the jaws of the clip, and she couldn't
stifle the moan that escaped from her lips as she felt the sharp pain
of the teeth pinching her nipple. As he reached for the whip, she
quickly shook her head from side to side, begging him with her eyes to
give her another chance. He grabbed her other tit and bruised it as he
forced it upward. As he pulled on the chain, it slipped through the
ring in the collar, pulling her left tit upward and increasing the
pain. He had to strain to get the clip on her right nipple, but when
he was finished, the short chain pulled both tits upward and exposed
the tender white flesh of the lower breast.
She gritted her teeth against the pain as her head twisted wildly
from side to side. As the tears ran from her eyes, she saw a drop of
blood where the clip had torn her left nipple and she moaned
involuntarily.
"I told you to be silent!", Ronald roared as he whipped the bat
across her unprotected ass, driving a scream of pain from her tortured
throat. She fell backward onto the carpet, trying to protect her
bruised butt, and Ronald slashed her across her stomach, barely missing
her pussy lips as the jockey bat curled between her legs. She twisted
and turned, trying to protect her innocent body, but no matter how she
moved, she couldn't escape the blows that rained across her soft skin,
bring bright red welts everywhere they landed.
Finally, nearing exhaustion, she silently sobbed as Ronald gave her
some respite, the sobs wracking her body but not causing any sounds.
As she lay there with the sharp pains starting to dull, she heard
Ronald gently tapping the whip across his leather boots. She heard him
walk to the bureau and return to where she was curled in the fetal
position, her cuffed wrists keeping her from soothing the worst of the
welts. She felt his toe push her onto her back as he ordered her to
open her legs. Through the haze of her tears, she saw the monstrous
black dildo in his hand and she instinctively clasped her knees more
tightly. He reached behind for the whip and slashed her across her
tortured nipples, crushing the toothed clips into her poor nipples and
causing her to pass out with the pain.
When she awoke, her entire body was on fire with the dull aching of
the whipping she had endured. She tried to move but found that she was
securely strapped to some kind of table with her legs held wide open by
chains that reached from the ceiling. Two thick leather belts
encircled her body just below her tits and just above her hips,
completely restraining her. The collar and clips had been removed, but
she gasped involuntarily as she saw the blood drying on the torn flesh
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of her sensitive nipples. She could see the deep indentations where
the clips had clamped her tender nipples, the marks of the tiny teeth
appearing as deeper dots in the skin. As she looked through the V of
her legs, she could see Ronald working on some kind of machine,
adjusting screws and straps. She tried to lick her dry lips and he
noticed that she was awake. He strode to the bureau and returned with
a handfull of one inch wide Velcro straps which he lay on the tender
skin of her stomach.
"Well, Melissa, are you ready to continue your training? You have
such a lovely body, but I think your tits could use some assistance in
standing even prouder." He moved to her side and leaned down to grab
her nipple between his teeth, pulling her tit into prominance as he
wrapped one of the straps tightly around the base of her breast,
forcing the pink flesh to bulge tightly above the strap. She could see
his teeth digging into her nipples and she moaned as the sharp pains
increased as he strained to pull her nipple even higher. He placed a
second and third strap, each one even tighter than the previous one,
compressing her tender tit so that it stood up from her chest almost as
if it was a separate part of someone else. She could see the saliva
gleaming from one proud nipple as he proceeded to strap her other
breast, using his teeth again to pull her tender flesh. The trapped
blood caused her tits to blush pinkly and her nipples to expand to
their fullest extent, standing bravely erect as his fingers started
twisting and squeezing the tortured red buds. Involuntarily she moaned
deep in her throat as he pulled her nipples as if he was trying to pick
her up by the nipple alone.
"You still haven't learned to be silent, have you?", he inquired as
he began to slap his hand across both of her tits, the sharp claps
echoing through the room. "Since you are a slow learner, I've brought
something to help you." He described the purpose of the machine which
she had glimpsed between her legs. The motor drove a large disk to
which was attached a rod and a large dildo with half inch protrusions
all around its circumference. He had a remote control in his hand that
controlled both the speed of the motor as well as the length of the
stroke imparted to the dildo. He moved the machine into place and put
the dildo into her cunt, forcing the pink flesh to open before the huge
invader. She felt the dildo start forcing its way up inside her pussy,
the protrusions dragging her cunt walls as it moved relentlessly up her
body. Just when she thought that it would try to force its way into
her stomach, it reversed and started to emerge, dragging her pussy lips
as it moved. Even though she was aching from the previous whipping,
she started to feel her pussy moisten as the combination of the
movements of the dildo started merging with the hopelessness of her
situation.
As Ronald increased the speed of the machine, her pains started to
subside, being replaced with the pleasure she felt radiating from her
cunt as her pussy juices flooded out of her cunt and dripped onto the
table. She shut her eyes and gave herself over to the impending orgasm
until she felt a searing pain across her tits. Her eyes flew open as
he said, "You can't have an orgasm until I permit it. And I won't
permit it until you recognize that I am your total Master." He whipped
her across her nipples again causing her to buck involuntarily.
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As the dildo continued to rape her poor cunt, she could feel the
orgasm starting to radiate from her cunt, sending waves of pleasure
through her body. Just as she was about to cum, he turned the machine
off, leaving her hanging on the edge but unable to get over. She
squeezed the muscles of her cunt, trying to get the dildo to start
fucking her again, but it was no use. He rubbed the jocky bat between
her legs, the curlicues of leather stimulating her clit as it poked
pinkly from her dark bush, and she could almost feel the orgasm coming.
He brought the whip to her face where she could smell the pungent odor
of the leather mixed with her own fluids. "Clean it off!" he ordered
as he forced it into her mouth. She could taste herself as her tongue
licked the end of the whip, cleaning it of all the moisture.
He started the machine again, and she could feel it invade her,
pushing its way deep into her cunt and bringing her pleasure. He
rubbed the tip of the whip over her clit and increasing her pleasure
threefold, her groans filling the air as she worked toward the
pinnacle. Each time she almost got to the top, he would slow or stop
the machine, but he kept the whip rubbing over her clit and kept her
right on the edge. Finally she moaned, "Oh please, Master, please let
me cum. I'll do anything you want. You can fuck me. You can beat me.
You can do anything you want if only you'll let me cum. Please Master!
Please let me cum."
Without using the machine, he started gently whipping Melissa
between the legs, the action of the whip striking her clit and causing
her a combination of pain and pleasure. All of a sudden she was there!
Melissa soared over the top into the most pleasure she had ever felt in
her eighteen years. The orgasm shook her entire body, causing her
nipples to expand and her cunt to flood with moisture. He continued to
strike her clit gently with the whip as waves and waves of glory washed
over her until she couldn't take anymore and nearly passed out again,
this time from pleasure instead of pain.
When she regained her senses, she realized that Ronald had removed
the machine and was using only the whip to gently beat her clit,
bringing her back up to the peaks of pleasure. As he continued,
Melissa had orgasm after orgasm, each one cresting just as the previous
one ended. Suddenly she realized that he was training her! She
noticed that he would beat her gently for a while and then would
increase the pressure, the additional pain causing her to have
additional pleasure and causing the orgasm. But she didn't care! As
long as he gave her pleasure, the pain was worth it.
"Don't stop, please don't stop!" she begged as he moved to the head
of the table. He pushed a button and the table dropped out from
beneath her shoulders and her head snapped back until she was looking
directly at his monstrous erection which he had freed from his pants.
"Open your mouth and suck my cock!" he ordered as the shiny rod pressed
at her lips, coating them with the pre-cum which covered the head.
She shook her head and refused to unclench her teeth. She could smell
the sweat and leather of his crotch as he continued to rub his prick
across her face, the aroma of the leather causing her to
remember the beautiful whip which had given her such pleasure.
He took a different whip, one that was very thin and pliable, and
began to thrash her tits, sometimes on the erect nipple, sometimes on
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the engorged flesh of her bound breasts. Each blow on her tit left a
white line temporarily radiating through the pinkness, disappearing
after a few moments as another blow left its mark. As he whipped her,
she could feel the pleasure start to bloom in her pussy, concentrated
in the protruding pink clit which was searching for the whip. As he
increased the speed and strength of the blows across her breasts,
Melissa began to moan, not from pain, but rather from the pleasure he
was giving with the beautiful thin whip.
He pulled her head up so that she was looking directly into his
eyes as he threatened, "I won't let you feel the pleasure of the whip
anymore until you suck my love juices down your throat." She wiggled
and tried to get into the pleasure zone again before realizing that, in
order to get her way, she was going to have to give him his.
She opened her mouth and licked her lips, looking into his eyes as
his large prick shoved deep into her throat, causing her to gag and
choke. As he drove deeply into her throat, her eyes were focused on
his hairy, swinging balls that bumped her forehead each time he fucked
her mouth. She could smell the sweat and leather of his scrotum mixing
with the pungent aroma of his pre-cum which he had smeared around her
nose and lips. As he continued to fuck her beautiful red lips, she
learned to relax her throat and to breath between strokes as she
watched his prick, glistening with her saliva, pistoning into her
mouth, the large veins on the side swelling as his pleasure increased.
Finally, he started to lash her body in tempo with his movements,
causing her to depend on the mouth fucking just as she was depending on
the whipping to bring on her orgasms. She felt the rod begin to swell
even more and knew that he was just about to cum, and she increased the
suctioning pressure on each stroke. Just as she felt the blast of
sticky cum coating her tongue, his hand became a blur, driving the whip
faster and faster across her body, causing her to spasm into one
pleasure dome after another, faster than her mind could comprehend.
The only thing she knew was that she associated intense pleasure with
the taste of cum and the smell of leather, a secret that Ronald would
exploit as he continued her training.
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