Part 3: Final

Her days always started with a shower. Rebecca would be led into the bathroom, her hands bound behind her back. Chris would affix her collar to a metal chain that hung from the wall. Once she was secured, the water would be turned on and steam would rise and waft around her as she washed. Sometimes Chris would watch and sometimes he would not. When he did, Rebecca got a delicious tingle, though she pretended that she didn’t.

Her new life was amazing in some ways, but Rebecca had quickly learned that pretending to have some **** made it all the spicier for the both of them.

It had been six months since she had sold herself as a ****. In that time her whole life had changed. In chains, she knew more freedom than she had ever known before. No longer did she have to care what others thought, or about her dignity or respectability. All of the things which had stressed her so much worried her to the bone in her previous life. None of them mattered anymore.

She loved it. She loved being naked, being used. Being fucked and ordered and commanded. Humiliation turned her on, and Chris was a good master. He mixed kindness and harshness, his punishments were never too bad but nor were they so light that they meant nothing. It was a delicate balance, but they were walking it together.

This was who she was, and she had no regrets.

As the warm droplets of water beat against her naked skin and hair, Rebecca closed her eyes and remembered the auction. Yet it was not the auction that had been. It was more intense. More humiliating. More arousing. In practice, that would have been terrifying but as a fantasy, it was safe enough for her to relive. She’d be fucked and pleasured on stage, everyone would see her cry out in orgasm. She’d climax again and again, in different ways using different toys as the cruel auction masters showed off her body and her limits.

Only once she was absolutely exhausted would she be sold.

The fantasy awoke a longing in her. A fluttering between her legs. Rebecca bit her lower lip but didn’t go any further.

It was demeaning, humiliating and mortifying not to even be allowed to control such basic things as when to touch herself, but that only made it all the more arousing. Rebecca had lived her whole life wanting to be controlled and used. She’d been so paranoid about it that she had never admitted it even to herself. Like it was some dark, shameful secret. Something she could never let anyone else know or they would use against her.

Now Chris had helped her to realise that it wasn’t so. She felt like a whole new person. As if she had been born again, finally moving beyond the facade of the person she was supposed to be and becoming the woman she wanted to be.

Rebecca sensed movement on the other side of the room. It was difficult to be sure, but she heard footsteps coming closer. A figure appeared outlined against the glass.

The door opened to reveal her master. His eyes lingered on her body, moving lazily from her face and eyes down to her chest, and then following the curve of her legs. Desire thrummed inside of her, and she smiled at him.

“Rebecca,” Chris inclined his head. He was naked, his firm body stepping up behind her. The two were **** together, the water raining down around them. Rebecca’s heart beat faster. The chain which bound her to the wall rattled.

As she moved to pick up the soap, she felt him run a finger along her back. The touch was soft, gentle but evocative. A shiver darted through her body. Chris drew his hand lower, gradually shifting attention to her pussy. Her master’s fingers played across her slit, brushing her lower lips aside. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling. Hunger roared through her. Was he going to fuck her here?

She hoped so.

Chris drew her close, standing behind her with his body pressed into hers. His cock was hard, and she could feel it against her skin. She was breathless, coiling with anticipation. His left hand explored the folds of her womanhood, teasing and building her anticipation. His touch was warm and rough against her skin.

His other hand moved to her chest. Rebecca’s back arched, pressing herself further into his body. The heat of his naked skin was turning her on. Everything about this moment was. Surely he could feel how wet she was right now? Why wasn’t he going further?

“You’ve done very well for the last six months,” Chris said. “I know it hasn’t been easy for you to adapt, but you have made stunning progress. I am truly proud of what you have managed to do.”

She purred in the back of her throat. His praise combined with the feeling of his hands as they played along her body was very satisfying.

“You were right, master.” She said, “This way is the way I always should have been. I just couldn’t see it. I didn’t want to see it.”

“It was not your fault,” he kissed the side of her neck and she felt a flush of heat. “There are many people who don’t like this kind of thing, and it can be hard to admit even to yourself that there is an attraction. Now, I know that you have been trying particularly hard lately and I wanted to reward you with a present.”

“A present, master?”

“Indeed,” He chuckled. “When you’re done showering, I’ll show you what it is.”

She felt a bitter disappointment as he pulled away from her. Chris must have sensed it.

“Oh, did you want more?”

“It’s not my place to want more.”

“But that’s not an answer,” Chris said. “Let me guess, you wanted me to take you right here? To bend you over and fuck you. To make you cum and scream and beg?”

Rebecca’s face was bright red.

“M-maybe a little?”

He laughed, the sound was good natured and not cruel. Before it had died away, he was already reaching for a bottle of lube. His cock was stiff and hard. Rebecca moaned as she felt him press behind her. His shaft poked between the cheeks of her ass. He was warm and comforting, and when entered her, she moaned in delight.

Chris and Rebecca enjoyed themselves in the shower for a little bit. His touch was electric, his fingers played with her clit, reaching down between her legs with each thrust of his cock. Her face twisted, pleasure pulsing through her visibly as she reacted to the feeling of his shaft penetrating her pussy.

For Rebecca, it was over too soon. They stepped out of the shower and Chris dried her with a towel. He rubbed it across her body, enjoying the way that the rough contact teased her.

Eventually, he finished and took her by the elbow, leading her downstairs carefully. They were no longer in the dungeon that Chris had trained her in. This was his home now, and it was a well furnished one too.

But she had no time to admire it. Under the direction of her master, she was **** to walk toward the front door. She hesitated. It wasn’t that she wanted to be a bad ****, but there were other people out there. Neighbours and the like. She’d seen them a few times and they had seen her too. Total strangers had seen her naked! Having a **** was not unusual, but it still caused a certain amount of talk and there were always people who wanted to get an eyeful of a naked woman who might be punished if she tried to cover herself.

“Still having problems going outside?” Chris asked her. “We can correct that.”

“N-no!” She said, “I’m fine, master. Really.”

She didn’t let herself hesitate again. Early on in her time here, Chris had noticed how she was **** to go outside. His solution had been simple. He’d put a heavy metal chair outside of the house and **** her to sit in it. He’d bound her in place, attached clamps to her nipples and placed a pumping dildo between her legs.

Her repeated climaxes had been a sight to see, with all manner of people stopping by. Rebecca remembered it vividly. How ragged she had been by the end, how turned on, how much pleasure she’d felt as the humiliation soared inside of her. People had called out to her, asked her if she was being punished. They’d laughed and pointed or even dared each other to reach over and touch her.

Chris had left the setting to the machine unlocked, and at one point someone had come over and adjusted it. Faster and harder, the machine had fucked her. Rebecca could only sit, her face red, her body screaming as tension and heat built inside of her. Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, they had taken photos and Rebecca knew that they would find their way to the internet.

When it was finally done, and Chris emerged from the house to reclaim her, she’d asked him why he had done it. Was he punishing her?

“Far from it,” He had said. “I was helping you. Now there is nothing that they have not seen. You have no reason to be ashamed.”

She didn’t know if she followed his logic, but the memory of that time outside had haunted her dreams and fantasies since.

The sun was warm and golden outside of the house, and the gentle caress of the wind played through her hair. She was not wearing her glasses, though she did at least have a new pair when she needed them.

She did not know if anyone was watching. Anxiety made her bite her lower lip, but she did her best to shake it off. Chris was right behind her, guiding her forward.

There was a van parked in the driveway. The sort of thing that had once been used to transport goods. Chris had put it to other uses. Inside it, there was a metal chair. Rebecca knew it well. It was how she had been transported to this house from the dungeon once her training had been completed.

The chair was made of metal struts. A railing rose around it to allow her arms to be hooked into various positions. Likewise, there were multiple points for someone to secure her legs. The flat seat of the chair was broken by two plastic dildos. She remembered how they had felt inside of her before, rocking with the motion of the van’s engine.

There was a small box sitting by the side of the chairs. Wires ran from it. The sight made her skin tingle.

Chris gestured for her to take her seat. She was glad now that he had teased her before. It meant she was wet. Rebecca carefully positioned herself over the dildos. This was always the hardest part, getting herself settled into the chair. There was an art to it.

She used two fingers to spread her pussy, opening herself as she pressed down against the toys. They pressed into her, and she gyrated, moving up and down as if she was being fucked. Gradually, the toys moved deeper. The feeling made her feel hot and wet. It tore at her breathing and filled her with throbbing desire.

Chris bound her up in the chair and then reached for the wires which ran from the box. There were four or five of them, and each one ended in a suction cup which he pressed carefully against her skin. Rebecca’s breathing hitched when he bent and pressed the button on the box.

Electricity raced through the wires, licking and caressing her body. The feeling was sharp and short, but not painful. Like a prickling applied to her most sensitive areas. Stimulating more than punishing, but relentless and impossible to tune out or ignore.

As the van started up, the dildos began to move back and forth. The electricity hissed and sparked, raising goosebumps across her body and making her senses scream, Rebecca’s hands clenched and she remembered a scene which had taken place not so long ago.

When she had first arrived at the house, Chris had had another surprise for her. She had been nervous as he had led her out into the back garden. There, he had prepared a set of equipment, things which she had never used before but which nevertheless drew her eye and filled her with giddy anticipation.

The leather arm-binders went on first. They hugged her limbs tightly and pulled them up behind her back. With them in place, her chest was **** forwards, her breasts made more prominent.

After those, Chris used a bit gag. He slid it into her mouth and secured it around the back of her skull so that she could not talk. The strap pulled tight, hugging her head. He made her wear clamps, which stung as they were connected to her, their teeth biting into her sensitive nipples. Each one was tipped by a bell, and they jingled merrily as Rebecca shifted her body. After this, she was put on heeled pony boots

Next, he took out a pony headdress and a tailed buttplug. The headdress he made her wear while the buttplug, he took great pleasure in inserting himself. She wriggled, the bindings on her arms made her helpless, and the gag kept her from protesting even if she had wanted to. Chris **** aside her cheeks, using cold lube to prepare her for the moment when the silicone toy began to enter her body. Rebecca tensed, the feeling was powerful. Even with the smoothness provided by the lube, the size of the buttplug made her anxious. But Chris was calm and seemed to know what he was doing. Before much longer, it was secured inside of her. The tail felt heavy. The colour matched her hair.

Her master took a step back to admire his work. He had a riding crop in one hand.

“Now you look like a magnificent ponygirl,” He told her. “Did you know that was what you were being auctioned for? Well, not totally. It was a suggestion, but plenty of the people wanting to buy you were interested in that.”

Rebecca remembered how the buyers had felt her body, tracing her arms and legs and measuring her muscles. Now she knew why.

“That wasn’t what I wanted for you,” Chris said. “But I did want to see how you would look if you did end up going down that path. I have to say, it’s not bad at all.”

He put a pair of blinders over her eyes and led her around the garden. For Rebecca, it was a strange and surreal experience. With her arms bent back behind her head and the tailed plug in her ass, she felt off-balance and anxious. Chris was constantly at her side and his presence was reassuring, but she was somewhat relieved when he took her over to a large wooden post and secured her with a lead.

Rebecca was bent over strappado. Chris circled, standing in front of her now. Obviously erect and excited.

“Do you want to suck my cock before I breed you?” He asked her, and the tone of his voice turned her on to no end. She flushed, but couldn’t speak, the bit was still in her mouth. Desperately she stomped her leg as a horse might.

Chris grinned and undid her bit, his cock was in one hand and soon enough he was fucking her face, his hips moving back and forth. She could taste his seed in her mouth, his arousal on her tongue.

When he was done there, he replaced her bit and moved behind her again. Rebecca waited in tense anticipation but did not have to do so for long. She felt the crash of the riding crop against her flank! Her breasts jingled, and Chris brought the thing down against her again. The clamps bit hard against her nipples. Pulling and tugging as her breasts swayed.

Chris continued to rain blows down against her, loving how her body responded to each impact. He was never hard enough to do more than redden her skin, but each time the crop landed, she would jump and twist. Before too much longer, he’d had enough and undid his pants. Rebecca moaned as he pushed up against her, the head of his shaft lining up with her soaking pussy.

He fucked her then, enjoying the feeling of her body against his own. For Rebecca, it was a sort of heaven. Enclosed in the dark, her hands bound, she felt Chris as he thrust into her. Her hips gyrated back and forth, and a kind of hunger filled her body. His cock was long and hard, each time it penetrated her she felt a blooming flash of pleasure. Desire thundered through her, and she soon was matching his rhythm, rocking her body back and forth in silent delight.

Rebecca could see nothing, but this only sharpened her other senses. The heat which blazed between her legs made her shiver and shake, the aching desire made her want to be filled. Her clitoris was a tiny sphere of aching light in her mind, and Chris’ hands on the sides of her body were sensual and strong as he gripped her for his thrusts.

She did not know how long he fucked her. How long he bred his ponygirl, but by the time it was done her whole body was shaking. Joy flashed through her with every thrust, and orgasmic bliss filled her.

Chris started to speed up with his thrusts, his grunting grew deeper and more powerful. She felt his body tense, and as he did, he spoke.

“Here it comes, my slutty pony! Now neigh for me! Neigh for me as you cum.”

Those words, combined with the feeling of Chris’ seed as he came inside of her pushed Rebecca right over the edge. She did as she was told, feeling his cum leaking down her legs.

In the real world, Rebecca was jolted out of her memories by the feel of the van coming to a stop. She gave a soft moan. Her pussy throbbed, and she was **** for any relief. She had not cum the whole way here, though the dildos had kept her on edge and the electricity had primed and sharpened her senses.

Chris opened the doors to the van and pulled her to her feet. She gave a soft whine as the dildos tugged free of her pussy and her ass.

“Don’t worry, my darling,” He told her. “I am sure your surprise will more than make up for any, uh, frustrations at the moment.”

She knew better than to respond to that.

Once outside of the van, she realised that she knew where they were. They were outside of the dungeon, where she had first been trained. Rebecca experienced a sense of wariness as she was led forward. What were they doing back here? Had she displeased Chris in some way? She doubted it. She’d tried to be good. Ever since her realisation, she grasped her new life wholeheartedly.

Rebecca threw a concerned glance towards her master, but Chris was not relenting on leaving her in the dark. He brought her forward, into the dungeon she remembered so well.

She was led to a cell, perhaps the same one that she had been in before? It was hard to tell but there was no cross waiting for her there now. Instead, there was a chair. It looked vaguely mechanical, with straps for her arms, legs and neck. Rebecca didn’t have to ask to know she was supposed to sit down. It was what a good **** would do, but she still felt a trace of nervousness as she placed her arms and legs against the straps.

Chris bent down and secured them, drawing the leather tightly against her skin. She whimpered, wiggling slightly. This was not the sort of reward that she had expected! She felt like she was being punished. Had she done something wrong?

Chris was already reaching for something smooth and long. Rebecca recognised it as a vibrating wand. He turned it on and pressed the head against her pussy. Rebecca moaned. The feeling got even more intense as Chris pushed the tip inside of her. Rebecca breathed fast, panting as the vibrating head of the thing penetrated her womanhood. Her soft moans became more ragged, coming faster and faster. Chris’ hand circled her left nipple, enjoying the frantic squeals of pleasure which flowed from her half-open mouth.

“Now here’s your job,” He told her. “All you have to do is not let that wand fall out before I return. As such a well-trained ****, you should have no problem with that, surely?”

Rebecca shook her head. She already knew she would have trouble with exactly that. The thing was weighted and gravity snatched at it. The only way she could hold onto it was by clenching her womanhood, but that made the vibrations all the more intense and threatened to make her cum. If she came though, it would fall for sure.

She’d have to fight against her own body, and her own need to climax.

To make matters even more intense, Chris set her up with a silk blindfold and a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. Once both of them were in place, it was like Rebecca was on her own. Chris and the world around her vanished, and she only had her own body for company.

Her body and the vibrator which was buzzing even now, making her nerves dance and scream. Pleasure pounded through her in waves. The urge to cum was getting stronger by the moment. She clenched her muscles, holding it as tightly as she could. Her pussy rocked and shook from the strength of the vibrations which ran through her. Her hands clenched, and she was breathing quickly, sucking in air as she tried to focus her mind against the unrelenting wall of pleasure which threatened to swallow her up.

How long could she hold it? What must she sound like by now? Gasping and moaning, her head thrown back as far as the strap would let it. She couldn’t hear herself, but she imagined she must be such a sight!

An explosion of ecstasy spiked through her, followed by a sudden intake of breath. Holy shit. Holt shit. She desperately tried to fight through the pleasure but there was so much of it. It came in waves, each one more intense, more powerful than the last one.

How long could she deny the need to cum?

Please, Chris, she silently begged, come back soon.

Little did she know that Chris had not gone very far at all. He’d simply stepped into another cell, where Rebecca’s surprise waited.

Her name was Lydia, though no one had called her that for a little while. Like Rebecca, she’d sold herself as a ****. Unlike Rebecca, it was not to pay off some debt. The terms of her slavery were more transient, and she could end it at any point. In fact, that had been what she was going to do before she came to Chris.

Bad masters. It was sad to say, but Chris knew very well that there was a certain segment of people who really should not be trusted with power. To whom it went well beyond being a game and into something sinister and cruel.

Chris had managed to talk Lydia into entering a contract with him after severing her last one. He did not know if she would keep it, but he was intent on at least trying to prove to her that not everyone who lived this style of life was so horrific as those who she had worked under before.

Lydia was good looking. She had brown hair and shapely thighs. Her naked body dotted with freckles. She was curvy, with hips and breasts that filled a man with arousal.

He’d spent all of last week carefully working with her. Establishing boundaries, and training her for her new role. Earning her trust had been difficult, but things were finally ready to move forward.

Chris was not normally a man who was prone to anxiety, but now he felt the stirring of it. Introducing an element like Lydia into the relationship between master and **** that he held with Rebecca could be trouble. If he misjudged, or she wasn’t ready, or if Lydia herself wasn’t ready…

He was fairly sure it would go well. But ‘’fairly’’ wasn’t ‘’completely.’’

It was time to find out.

He told her to stand up. She was already prepared. Shackles linked her legs and her arms were bound by chains behind her back. Clamps pressed into her nipples, and a dildo had been shoved into her pussy and her ass. Soaking arousal dripped from her as she walked.

“It’s time,” He told her. His voice was carefully controlled. Rebecca got off on being dominated and humiliated, but Lydia was a different matter and he had to make the effort to switch up his style of communication between the two.

She was blindfolded, and Chris took hold of the leash connecting to her collar to guide her out of the cell.

He took her back towards the room where Rebecca waited. He could hear her moans and gasps. So soft and ****, the ragged edge to her voice made his arousal soar. He knew what he had asked of her was not easy. He did not expect her to succeed for long, but the sight of her struggling, straining form was incredibly erotic.

As for Rebecca, she’d managed to lose track of time already. Surrounded by darkness and with no sound, all she had was the temptation screaming through her body. Her nerves pulsed, flashing like neon lights. She wanted to cum so very badly, and she could feel her resistance slowly being worn away. She clenched the muscles of her pussy, holding the vibrator as tightly as she could.

But was soaked with her arousal, and slowly it was slipping away from her. She felt a surge of panic, if she dropped it, she would be punished!

This was the point where Chris made use of the chair’s mechanical nature. Rebecca suddenly felt her legs **** apart as the parts of the chair that they were bound to separated! She gave a long, echoing moan but it was too late and she felt the vibrator begin to slip away. She struggled to grasp it, but there was no point. It fell from her, robbing her body of the glorious stimulation while assuring her of punishment.

It didn’t hit the floor. Before it could, Chris reached out and caught it. Rebecca didn’t notice. She was too concerned with what would happen to her when Chris returned. Not only would she be punished, but she’d struggled so hard not to cum only to be robbed of that chance too! It wasn’t fair!

…What would Chris do to her when he got back and saw that she had failed him? What kind of punishment would he hand out? She felt a flicker of concern. Chris was a good master but he could be demanding, and he did not tolerate failure. Rebecca knew she would be given a way to earn his good graces back, but she would be punished before that.

Chris clutched the vibrator, staring down at her for a moment even though she did not know it. He could see the wetness of her pussy, the desire which filled her body. Her womanhood was engorged and soaking, her labia parted with arousal. The desire to take her there and then was powerful in him, but he had other things in mind.

He put a hand on Lydia’s back and **** her to her knees.

“Lick it.”

She did, leaning forward she stuck out her tongue and began to lap at Rebecca’s womanhood. Rebecca reacted as if she had been stung! When she had lost the vibrator, she was not expecting it to be replaced so quickly, or with something so pleasurable. She made a low sound in her throat and struggled to **** her pussy against Lydia’s face. The new **** knelt in chains, licking and sucking Rebeca’s womanhood. Her tongue teased the other woman’s lower lips, following the shape of her pussy. Rebecca’s clit burned for attention, and Lydia seemed to know that. She targeted it next, the smallest touch sent waves of weakness flowing through Rebecca’s body.

As she tried desperately to endure this new sensation, her chest rising and falling in rhythmic gasps, Chris finally undid the blindfold and restored her hearing. For the first time, she caught sight of the woman who was eating her out. The person whose tongue was giving her such pleasure.

“This is my surprise,” Chris told her. “Her name is Lydia. Her history was not good. Poor masters who did not understand their role and blamed her for it. Once I got a chance to speak with her, she was very willing to join us.”

Rebecca said nothing. She gazed at the other woman whose face was buried between her legs. Lydia’s hot breath tickled her sex, her tongue darted back and forth. She sucked and nibbled oh so gently, stimulating Rebecca’s pussy in a way that only another woman could have. Never before had she been eaten out by another woman, but it had always been one of her fantasies. The sounds that Lydia was making sent the blood rushing through her body and made her primal needs churn and stir. She knew that what she was feeling was showing on her face, the twisting mixture of lust and desire.

“She is not here to replace you,” Chris said, in case that was something that Rebecca was worried about. “Rather, she is here to serve you. As long as you serve me. Consider her a junior **** to you. She will obey your commands and my commands. Of course, mine are weightier than yours, but I think you will find this will expose yet a new side of you. She is a great gift, don’t you agree?”

Rebecca tried to answer but before she could find the words, she felt something give inside of her and an explosion of pleasure flashed through her body. She moaned, her form shaking as the orgasm swept through her senses.

Chris was not amused. He reached down and dragged Lydia away. The new **** was confused but complied, and Rebecca ached for the return of her talented tongue.

“You just came, didn’t you?” Chris demanded. “Without asking permission.”

Rebecca nodded weakly. There was no point in trying to hide it. Chris shook his head.

“As soon as I give you any power at all, it goes to your head. Time for a lesson then. Lydia is my gift to you, but like everything I give to you, she can be taken away. I was going to let her eat you out, make the day a nice and pleasant one for you in recognition of how far you have come. But it seems you are still in need of lessons.”

Rebecca trembled at the tone of his voice. Sharp and angry, but not furious. The anger was cold, focused. Yet she also was aroused. Chris’ punishments were always vivid and intense. They taught her and pushed her limits, stretching her senses all the while. Each punishment was greeted with anxiety and desire.

This one would be no different.

“Instead of getting to enjoy yourself, you’re going to watch as I do,” Chris growled. He reached for a cock shaped gag into her mouth and secured it with a leather strap. Rebecca trembled, but the chair held her fast. She watched helplessly as Chris spun to confront Lydia. The other **** was still kneeling, her arms bound behind her back.

Chris undid his pants, bringing out his stiff cock. Seeing Rebecca in that state had turned him on like nothing else, and he was determined to feel some of the same pleasure. As his first **** watched, he gripped Lydia and told her to open her mouth. Even blindfolded, she must have known what was about to happen. She eagerly started to suck on his shaft, her lips closing around it and her tongue teasing its tip. He thrust forward, pushing himself deeper into her throat. She started to gag, moving her head back and forth as she did.

Chris moaned. The feeling of her mouth around his cock was divine. The feeling of Rebecca’s helpless and envious gaze was just as good. She wanted to be feeling this as well, but she couldn’t. Humiliated, ashamed of her arousal, she could only watch as he enjoyed the gift that was supposed to be for her.

Chris came over Lydia’s chest and face, the other **** simply endured it. When he was done, Chris reached forward and stripped the blindfold from her. Lydia looked up at him, and Chris grinned.

He turned to Rebecca.

“Now you understand,” He said. “Lydia is a gift which can be taken away from you at any point. She is a taste of power, a reward for being good. The moment that you stop being good, she goes away. Understood?”

Still gagged, Rebecca nodded.

“And as for you,” Chris turned to Lydia. “Rebecca is your superior, do you understand? You will obey her so long as the rules she sets do not countermand my own. You will do as you are told, and if you do not then she is permitted to punish you. If she fails to, I will.”

Lydia nodded too, her eyes moving from one master to the other. She was wary. Understandably so. But she was still willing to play the part and the role which turned her on so much. Chris hoped that with time, it would become easier for her.

Chris reached for another device from the shelf that he had stocked before. Rebecca recognised it as a plastic strap-on, a harness connected to a double-sided dildo.

Lydia was told to stand as Chris secured it around her pussy. The inward-pointing tip of the toy slid between her lower lips. She shuddered a little but tried to remain stoic. As for Rebecca, she could only watch as her master played with a different ****. What was she feeling? Envy? Jealousy? It was hard to say, but soon enough it would be resolved.

“Fuck her,” Chris told Lydia. “Fuck that ****’s pussy until she cums.”

Lydia stumbled a little as Chris pushed her forward, her hands were still bound and her legs still shackled, but her eyes were sharp and hungry. Rebecca’s gaze was drawn to the plastic shaft. It was long and hard, and her pussy was eager to feel it filling her up. She wanted to cum again, she wanted to cum so badly.

Lydia lined up the shaft with her pussy and started to edge forward. She quivered. The chair held her fast, but the feelings which bloomed through her body were hot and warm. She tried not to show how much she wanted this, how good it felt, but that was hard.

Lydia wasn’t in much of a better position herself. Each time she fucked Rebecca, the inwards side of the dildo would sink deeper into her pussy. She was breathing fast, pleasuring herself as much as the other ****. Rebecca’s muffled moans were erotic and sensual, filling the cell with the sound of longing and want.

Lydia moved faster, thrusting with her hips. The dildo penetrated the other woman. Rebecca whimpered, and tried to position herself better, the chair held her in place but she wanted to feel so much more. Lydia had found her rhythm now, both women were gasping and panting. Rebecca’s whole body quivered. Heat flowed across her skin.

A sharp pain reminded her of Chris. Her eyes snapped open as she felt him twist her nipple, his fingers rough and demanding. He’d moved behind the chair while they were both distracted! One of his hands was pressed over her throat!

He wasn’t **** her. She could still breathe, it was just that his hand was a constant presence. A reminder of his existence. His other hand draped across her shoulder, descending snake-like towards her chest where it plucked and teased. Rebecca braced herself against the pain, but the pleasure she felt was only heightened by the contrast. Chris felt close to her now, his hand on her chin and throat. His body pressed close behind her back. His fingers teased and caressed her, mixing sharp pain with slowly building pleasure. Meanwhile, Lydia was much more immediate and vivid in her stimulation, pressing in between Rebeca’s legs and sparking waves of tingling ecstasy which spread through her body.

That was how it went for the next few minutes. Rebecca’s world was reduced to a primordial soup of pleasure and pain which surged and screamed through her nerves. Chris’ hands furthered the sensuality of the moment, the feeling of being bound and helpless and totally at the mercy of her master. Lydia’s dildo brought her waves of joy, each stronger than the last. As she threw back her head and moaned through her gag, Rebecca reflected on how much her world had changed and how much happier she was now that it had. This was what she had wanted. What she had always secretly fantasised about but been too scared, too proper to indulge in on her own.

Submission. Subjugation. The loss of power and authority. Being reduced to someone without a choice. It was horrible, yes. It should have been a nightmare.

But it wasn’t. Not for her. For Rebeca, this was everything that she had ever really wanted.

Lydia’s face was warm and red, she was fucking herself as much as she was fucking Rebecca. She looked like she wanted to cum, but no one had given her permission and she had already learned from her former masters that punishments could be harsh. Rebecca would have felt sympathy if there was any room in her not taken up by the rushing, building crescendo of her coming climax.

Just when the feeling could not be suppressed any further, she looked desperately to Chris. The gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking, but he read the desperation in her gaze easily enough.

“You want to cum?”

She nodded as hard as she could. He reached out and ripped the gag from her mouth.

“Then cum.”

The orgasm hit her and her cries filled the room. Rebecca pressed her body back into the chair, her eyes rolled. The world around her became blurred and indistinct as her pleasure surged and swallowed her senses. The climax hit her hard, like a hammer. It smashed through her body and her mind, trailing fiery ribbons of pulsing ecstasy, it filled her for a few precious moments and then faded to nothing.

Only then did Rebecca realise that she was trembling. Lydia was half-collapsed against Rebecca, her own orgasm had hit her, it seemed. Chris prowled, having watched them both reach climax.

He let them rest for a bit, knowing that they were both tired. Once he felt that they had recovered enough, he got them both up and ordered them to the shower. Lydia was still chained hand and foot, but Rebecca was allowed to move under her power - save for the collar that she always wore. The symbol of her servitude.

In the shower, he chained them both with their wrists to the ceiling with cuffs and chains and turned on the water. The warm shower sputtered down upon them, washing away the sweat and the grime and doing much to revive them. To make sure that they got the point, he ordered them to kiss and make out. Watching two women kissing one another like this was incredible and he enjoyed the sight of their naked bodies pressing together, their lips and tongues locked.

Eventually, it had to end. When they were both clean, he chained them - both this time - in the same fashion which was by now the standard. Then ordered them from the bathroom. Lydia must have wondered where she was being taken, but Rebecca probably already had a very good idea.

Indeed, they were being taken to the bedroom. Chris’ cock was hard and stiff, and he wanted to find release for himself rather than simply watching his slaves have fun on their own.

As soon as the door closed behind them, he **** Rebecca and Lydia to their knees. His shaft was hard as he drew it out of his pants. Both of the women knew what was expected of them now, but he still wanted to make it clear.

“Service it,” He told them.

They did.

Together, Lydia and Rebecca pleasured his cock. They sucked it and licked it. Traced their tongues over the shaft and the head. They pumped back and forth, taking turns to pleasure the tip with their mouth while the other toyed with the shaft. Chris endured the building feeling for as long as he could, but they were both good at what they did. He’d spent a lot of time teaching Rebecca the best way to pleasure him, and as for Lydia, her previous masters had been cruel and she had learned quickly the best way to avoid punishment was to be able to give pleasure.

Chris came shortly afterwards, covering Lydia and Rebecca’s faces. He ordered them to clean one another up with their mouths and waited while they did.

After this, he took them to the bed. He tied Rebecca up first, taking great care with her sexy body. He enjoyed the way her chest rose and fell, anticipation coiling in her gut. He took her arms and bound them to the sturdy headrest of the bed. Her legs, he spread out, and tied by the knee to the same headrest. He took Lydia - her hands still shackled behind her back - and told her to kneel with her legs spread and her pussy just above Rebecca’s face.

And then Rebecca was told to eat her out. Rebecca did as she was ordered, though by this point she was feeling tired and strained. Pushed to her limits by Chris’ demanding regime. Her tongue lapped out, and Lydia gave a soft moan. She was sensitive. And Rebecca quickly learned that her clit was particularly so. The stimulation pounded through Lydia and made her squirm and gasp. Rebecca tasted the other woman on her tongue, heard the wanton cries that were torn from her chest. She bent forward, taking to her task with relish.

Even tired as she was, Rebecca did her best to return the pleasure that Lydia had given her before. Just as she had never been eaten out by another woman before today, so too had she never eaten one out in return.

Where was the Rebecca she had been six months ago? The woman who would have been horrified, humiliated by the day’s events? She was gone, and now Rebecca knew to rejoice in the feelings instead. She felt powerless and helpless, bound up in rope and eating out another woman. But she also felt good, like the whole thing gave her a charge.

That charge only got all the stronger when Chris started to fuck her. His cock was warm and it made her wet with desire and want. It wasn’t like the plastic ones that she had used so far. Chris was demanding and powerful, his thrusts drove her into a state of blazing need, he drove himself into her, her bound position letting him penetrate her more deeply than ever before. He was inside of her, moving faster and faster. Tearing moans and grunts from her with each movement. Her tongue moved, and Lydia shuddered. The other **** was tense, her eyes pressed tightly closed against the flood of pleasure. Her hips bucked with each passing moment.

Chris came inside of her, pumping his seed into Rebecca’s pussy and making her climax as he did. She moaned and shuddered, her face lit up with orgasmisc pleasure.

It wasn’t over yet, however. Once he had cum inside of Rebecca, Chris switched the positions. Now it was Lydia who was tied to the bed and Rebecca who was being eaten out. Lydia’s tongue serviced her senior, tasting both Rebecca’s arousal and Chris’ seed as she did.

Lydia was already soaking wet. Being eaten out by Rebecca had pushed her right to the edge. Rebecca bounced up and down against her face, Lydia’s skilful tongue working to tease and pleasure her. Chris’ thrusts carried through Lydia’s body, rocking her own. All she could hear were moans and cries of **** need. Lydia’s body shook with Chris’ penetration, his cock was buried inside of her, and her tongue was inside of Rebecca.

For Rebecca, the feeling was insane. She’d just cum so she was already sensitive, but Lydia’s tongue was deft and quick, teasing and drawing out every last drop of pleasure that it could. As she built towards another climax, part of her never wanted this moment to end.

It did eventually, of course. Chris came first, and Lydia a moment later. Her **** thrashing motions triggered Rebecca after that, and all three of them drowned in pleasure.

When it was done, Chris had them lie in the bed. Pressed them into each other so that they were spooning. He cuffed them together, the two women were heaving and absolutely exhausted.

Before settling into the bed himself, he turned to look at Lydia.

“Welcome to your new home.”