Crazyazzjen's blog: "Erotic Stories"

Full…she'd never felt this full before. * * * When He called this afternoon and gave her instructions on how to prepare herself, she knew He had something special planned for tonight. Not in a million years would she have guessed that it would end up like it did. After hanging up the phone, she had walked into the bathroom and ran a nice hot bubble bath. Before slipping into the tub she waxed her legs, under her arms, and around His fuck hole, making sure she was completely bare and smooth, just the way He required. Just the way He'd specified on the phone. Satisfied that she had not missed a single spot, she lowered herself into the steaming bubbles, laying back for a moment to luxuriate in the feeling of the warmth surrounding her. As she took the bath sponge and began running it down over her body, cleansing herself for Him, she shut her eyes and let her mind drift. It was His fingers she felt tracing around her nipples, over the plain of her tummy, between her silky thighs to stroke the swelling lips of her cunt. As her finger lightly touched the engorged bud of her clit, she felt an electric shock shoot through her. With a loud gasp she snapped open her eyes and yanked her hand away from her cunt. An unauthorized orgasm would only serve to displease Him. Finishing up her bath quickly, she tried to ignore the throbbing between her legs. As she stepped out of the tub, she grabbed a large fluffy towel off the rack and dried herself briskly, mind once again wandering to all the times He'd dried her. It was always rough, but she could feel the tenderness underlying His motions. Wrapping the towel around her, she padded off to the bedroom to continue preparing herself for the events to come. Letting the towel drop to the floor, she stood before the full-length mirror on the back of the door and studied her reflection. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned away from the mirror and walked across the bedroom to the dressing table. "I still say I'm fifteen pounds overweight!" she mumbled to herself. "That means He's wrong, even if He is the Master!" Pulling open the top drawer of the ornate wooden jewelry box, she saw the gold nipple clips with the tiny pink crystal tear drops hanging from them. Taking one between her fingers, she lifted it up to her right breast, brushing her nipple with the tips of her the fingers of her left hand until it stiffened and lengthened, then slipping the clip around the swollen bud. It pinched lightly at her nipple…not painfully, but enough to remind her it was there. As if the weight of the crystal teardrop would let her forget! With a little flick of her fingers, she started the teardrop swaying, pulling at her nipple, then reached into the box and removed the twin. A moment later both of her nipples were adorned with the jewelry. Next she removed the thin gold choker from around her neck and placed it in the bottom drawer of the jewelry box, taking up the one and a half inch black leather collar with the D-ring in front and putting it around her throat in its place. A quick glance at the clock revealed that she was almost out of time. His car would be pulling into the garage any moment, and she was expected to be kneeling in front of the garage door, waiting for Him, when He entered the house. Quickly slipping her feet into the three-inch stiletto heeled "fuck me" shoes, she made her way back down the stairs and dropped to her knees in front of the door leading to the garage just as she heard the automatic door close behind His car. A moment later, the door swung open and He stepped inside, smiling at her as He spotted her in her kneel, awaiting Him. He took one step towards her, shutting the door behind Him, and ran His fingers into her thick ash-blonde hair, tightening His grip and yanking her head back so her face turned up towards Him. He bent down and kissed her roughly, sucking her lower lip into His mouth and chewing lightly on it. After a moment He pulled back from the kiss, releasing her hair from His grip. He grinned down at her, a wicked twinkle in His eye, then stepped around her. "Wait here…I'll be back down in a few minutes." He commanded over His shoulder as He left the kitchen and headed up the stairs to the bedroom. Obediently, she remained kneeling in front of the garage door. After a moment she heard the sound of the shower. Shutting her eyes, she pictured Him under the spray of the showerhead, His strong rough hands lathering His body. As the sounds of the water ceased, she visualized Him stepping from the tub and drying Himself, then applying His deodorant, followed by the cologne that He knew drove her wild. Ten minutes later she heard Him coming back down the stairs two at a time. He walked back into the kitchen and stopped in front of her. Eyes cast down, she kept her gaze locked on the toes of His shiny black shoes. "Stand, slut." He growled at her. In one fluid motion she raised from her kneel to a standing position before Him, and felt her breath catch momentarily at the sight of Him. He stood before her in His white dinner jacket and black tuxedo pants. His fingers worked to fasten the top button of His ribbed shirt as He caught her gaze in His. He held the bow tie out to her. "Fix it." He commanded. Taking a step closer to Him, breathing in His cologne and the masculine scent of Him beneath it, she placed the tie around His neck, under His collar, and busied herself tying it for Him. When she was finished, she took a step back from Him again, drinking Him in with her eyes. He grinned at her. "Do you like what you see, slut?" He asked. "Wow." Was all she managed to reply. He chuckled and walked around her, into the living room and to the closet by the front door. Risking a quick peek over her shoulder, she saw Him taking His trench coat off of the hanger. As He started to turn back towards her, she quickly directed her attention forward again, locking her eyes on a pattern in the wood grain on the garage door. "This is what you'll be wearing tonight, slut." He whispered to her as He draped the trench coat around her smooth shoulders. Biting her lower lip, she managed to keep from protesting. He opened the door and reached inside the garage, removing the gold chain leash from the hook on the wall and turning back towards her. "Kneel." He commanded, and she quickly dropped back onto her knees, head held high, eyes cast down. He took a step towards her and leaned over, hooking the leash to the D-ring on the front of her collar. Then He turned and walked down the step into the garage, giving the leash a tug to pull her along on her hands and knees behind Him. He led her around to the passenger side of the car and pulled open the door, stepping aside to allow her to crawl up into the seat and arrange herself in a sitting position. Before shutting the door, He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, pulling the trench coat shut in the front to keep her covered. After pulling the garage door shut, He slid behind the wheel of the car next to her. With a quick flick of His wrist the engine roared to life. In the passenger side view mirror she could see the automatic door raising behind the car as He shifted into reverse and pulled down the driveway. He pulled onto the street and pointed the nose of the car in the direction of the city. "Master?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely a whisper. He glanced over at her and grinned. "Patience, slut…you'll learn soon enough what I have in store for you." Taking a deep breath, knowing that she was pushing her luck, she began again. "Master…may Your slut inquire as to what is expected of her tonight, Sir?" "Obedience, slut. Plain and simple. I expect you to make Me proud. Understood?" "Yes, Master. Pleasing You and making You proud is what Your slut strives for always, Sir." "Good girl." He told her with a smile, reaching over and placing His right hand on her left thigh. As He merged the car onto the freeway, she felt His fingers caressing the inside of her thigh, sliding up until they lightly brushed the swollen lips of her cunt. His strong fingers parted her lips, and she felt Him exploring her wetness, pad of His middle finger brushing lightly over the throbbing jewel of her clit. Pressing herself back against the seat, she slid her hips forward slightly, opening herself to Him. As she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her breathing grew heavier, letting Him know the effect He was having on her. The interior of the car was filled with the perfume of her musk. He continued teasing her with one hand, knowing exactly how to keep her on the very edge of orgasm without pushing her over. He could see her squirming slightly in her seat, and every time she tried to press herself against His fingers, He would withdraw them just out of reach of her hungry cunt and aching clit. Without realizing how much time had passed, uncertain whether it had been only a few minutes or a tortured eternity, she felt His hand move from between her thighs and the car slow to a stop. Opening her eyes, she realized they were deep in the heart of the city, parked at the curb in front of what appeared to be a darkened and abandoned warehouse. He opened the door of the car and slid out, and she saw Him walking around the front of the vehicle until He stood next to her door. He opened it and reached in, grabbing the leash hanging from her collar and giving it a sharp tug to guide her from the car. "Upright." He ordered, and she exited the car to stand before Him. He reached towards her and pulled the trench coat closed again. Mortified, she realized that the coat had fallen open during the drive, and wondered how many truck drivers had gotten a view of her jewelry-adorned breasts. He turned towards the steel front door of the warehouse, yanking on the leash to pull her along behind Him. Stumbling on her stiletto heels, she followed along a pace behind and slightly to His right. He paused before the door and gave three short, quick raps on the steel. A window in the door slid open, revealing a pair of scrutinizing blue eyes. "Hephaestus." He said, repeating the evening's password. The heavy door swung open and He walked through it, pulling on the leash to drag her along behind Him. The door clanged shut behind them, and the owner of the blue eyes, a short man with a shock of white hair, straightened himself and turned to them. "Good evening, Sir. The O/others have already arrived and are awaiting you in the Master's chamber. May I take the lady's wrap, Sir?" "You may, Bishop." He answered the man, pulling the trench coat from her shoulders and leaving her exposed before the club steward. He handed the trench coat over to Bishop, who took it and folded it over his arm. "May I bring You anything, Sir?" Bishop asked. "My usual, Bishop…and a cigar." He answered. "Macanudo Maduro Rothschild, Sir?" asked Bishop. He chuckled. "You are truly a treasure to this club, Bishop. Perhaps someday this slut will be able to anticipate My needs and desires as well as you." Eyes still cast down, she felt the heat of a deep blush creeping over her creamy skin at His comment to the steward regarding her shortcomings. Making a mental note of His cigar preference, she wished that Bishop had mentioned what His "usual" drink was, as well, so she would be better able to serve Him as He required. He turned to her, placing His hands on either side of her face and turning it up to His, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Obedience tonight. Remember that." Eyes wide, she nodded back at Him. "Bitch." He said to her, using His command word indicating she should assume the position of His bitch in heat. Obediently, she dropped to her hands and knees, ass held high and thighs spread wide enough apart to reveal her swollen, dripping cunt. He slid a magna-card through a reader next to a black door, then pushed it open, pulling on the leash to lead her as He walked through. Through the dim light provided by hanging candle chandeliers and torches flickering on the wall, she took in the surroundings and the other people in the room. There were half a dozen other couples in the room already waiting for them. Five of the couples consisted of Men, dressed much the same way as her Master was, accompanied by nude female slaves on leashes. One of the other couples, however, consisted of a Woman in an elegant evening gown. At the end of her leash kneeled a young man, probably no more than 23 or 24, with a shock of thick blond hair and penetrating blue eyes. Like the female slaves accompanying the Masters, he was completely nude, his cock hard and jutting out from his body. A leather harness seemed to be wrapped around his cock and testicles, preventing the blood flow from escaping, ensuring he would remain hard until his Mistress gave permission for him to cum or go soft. The Master's and Mistress all greeted Him as they entered the room. He returned Their greetings, then looked down at her. "Greet your betters, slut." He commanded. Raising up into a kneel, she kept her eyes locked on the floor. "This slut greets all the handsome Masters and the lovely Mistress," she said, her voice sounding small and tremulous in her own ears. He reached out and stroked His fingers through her hair, murmuring the words "Good girl" to her as He petted her like one would a beloved dog. At His words of approval, she couldn't suppress a small smile. He led her over to an overstuffed chair, where He sat. Knowing what was expected of her, she kneeled at His feet. Seemingly out of nowhere Bishop materialized, holding a try upon which sat a double old fashioned glass containing some amber liquid and a long black cigar, the end already snipped for Him. He took the drink from the tray and set it on the table next to His chair. Then He took up the cigar. He gave the leash a sharp tug, and she looked up at Him questioningly. "Stand." He said. Gracefully she raised from her kneel to stand before Him, feet shoulder width apart to allow Him access to the treasure between her thighs which He owned. He reached between her legs and parted her labia, then slid the cigar between her swollen cunt lips, letting her flowing juices coat the dark tobacco wrapper. After it was thoroughly coated with her nectar, He pulled it from between her cunt lips and placed it in His mouth, savoring the musky flavor of her on it. Bishop magically produced a silver butane lighter and held the flame just in front of the cigar. He inhaled deeply, puffing on the cigar, until the tip glowed bright red. He exhaled a thick mouthful of bluish smoke and looked at her. "Return to your position, slut." He told her. Dropping back to her kneel, she once more focused her gaze on a spot in the center of the floor. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see that the Masters and Mistress had all taken seats arranged in a semi-circle around the room, leaving the spot in the center of the floor open. Open for what was her only question. He puffed on His cigar for a few minutes, making idle conversation with the other Dominants in the room. The slaves all remained silent, except when addressed by their Master or Mistress. Then they would quickly and quietly answer the question asked of them, returning immediately to silence afterwards. Finally He rose, tugging on her leash to indicate that she should follow. Dropping back to her hands and knees, she crawled after Him as He led her over to the Master seated closest to them. He paused before the Man and looked down on her, giving the leash a sharp yank to draw her attention to His face. "This is Master Richard." He informed her. "I am giving you to Him, to do as He commands. When He is finished with you, you will crawl over to Master Thomas, then to Master James, then to Master Benjamin, then to Mistress Elisabeth, and finally over to Master Eric. Each One will control you until They release you to the next, and you will do whatever They command. When Master Eric finishes with you, you will crawl to the center of the room and beg permission to return to My feet. Understand?" "Yes, Master." she whispered, the implications of His command hitting her suddenly. He reached down and removed the leash from her collar, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and handed it over to Master Richard. Master Richard took the shank of her hair and pulled her closer to Him, between His legs. He looked down at her, His brown eyes boring into her. "Let's see how well you use that mouth of yours, slut." He commanded, yanking on her hair to pull her head down into His lap. Knowing from the training her Master had given her what was expected, she quickly grasped the fly of His tuxedo trousers between her teeth and moved her head to slip the hook loose. When the fly was open, she buried her face in His lap, feeling His stiff cock through the rough wool fabric of His trousers, and caught the zipper between her teeth. With a single fluid motion, she pulled the zipper down. Master Richard wore no underpants, and His long, thin cock, the veins bulging out along the sides of it, jerked up and out of His pants. Extending her pink tongue, she licked the first drops of pre-cum from the head of His cock, exploring the slit with the tip of her tongue. His hands tightened in her hair, and she took the head of His cock into her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop. Tongue swirling, she bathed the head, then began slowly working her way down the length of His shaft. He used His hand knotted in her hair to guide her head…forcing it down as He thrust His hips forward…driving the length of His cock into her mouth. With a moan around His shaft, she sucked hungrily at it, feeling the swollen head nudging the back of her throat. As she continued to suck at Him, His hand in her hair guiding her movements, she reached out and cradled His hairy ball sac in her hand, massaging them. He was not as thick as her Master, but He was longer. It took all her mental control to keep from gagging as the head of His cock buried itself in her tight throat. Master Richard grabbed hold of her hair with both hands, holding her head in place as He began wildly thrusting His hips. He fucked her mouth fast and deep, driving the head of His cock in and out of her tight throat. As He thrust, she busily licked at the thick vein on the underside of His shaft, bathing it. Knowing He was getting close to cumming, she tightened her mouth around His shaft and began to suck more vigorously, longing to be fed by this Master. Just as He was about to erupt, filling her mouth with His hot seed, He yanked back on her hair. His cock pulled free from her mouth with a popping sound. With a deep groan, He exploded, coating her face and neck with His cum. Some of His jism caught in her hair, dripping from it to land on the slope of her left breast, where she felt it sliding slowly down towards the dangling crystal teardrop hanging there. Master Richard sank back into His chair, spent, and tugged on her hair to pull her face into His lap again. "Lick it clean, slut." He rasped at her. Obediently she extended her tongue, licking up and down His softening cock, tasting His salty seed sliding down her throat. When she was finished, He shoved her away, pulling His hand roughly from her now tangled ash blonde locks. "I release you, slut…crawl to Master Thomas now and find out what He demands of you." As she dropped back onto her hands and knees to crawl over to the next Master, she caught a glimpse of Master Richard's slave smiling proudly at her. Crawling towards the chair of Master Thomas, she couldn't help but smile back. Reaching Master Thomas' chair, she stopped and raised herself back into kneeling position. He looked down at her, and she stole a quick glance up through golden lashes, seeing His pale blue eyes inspecting her. "I think I should like to sample that cunt We've heard so much about, slut. Lay back and present yourself to Me!" Leaning back until her head rested on the carpeted floor, hair fanning out around her face, she felt her shoulders lay back flat. In one motion she kicked her legs from the kneeling position so that the stiletto heels and soles of her shoes rested flat on the carpet, her knees bent and spread wide apart to reveal her cunt to Master Thomas. Arching her back, she raised her cunt to give Him a better view. "Play with it for Us, slut." Master Thomas commanded. Slowly she slid her hands down her body, over her tummy, until her fingers lightly grazed the swollen lips of her fuck hole. The memory of how she had touched herself in the bath earlier, and how He had touched her in the car on the drive to the club, filled her mind. Spreading her cunt lips with her fingers, she displayed herself to Master Thomas, softly stroking her throbbing clit with her thumb. As her fingers continued to stroke and caress her cunt and clit, her mind emptied itself of all thoughts except those centering on the sensations rushing through her body. When she felt a rough hand on her thigh, she gasped and opened her eyes. Master Thomas, trousers open to reveal His fat average length cock, had slid from His chair and was on the carpet between her thighs. Master Thomas covered her body with His, hands going to her breasts to pinch her nipples and flick at the tear drop crystals hanging from them, causing them to pulse with pleasure. His cock came to rest against the mouth of her sex, and she could feel her cunt contracting, trying to draw it inside. With a sharp thrust, He entered her, impaling her on His shaft, stretching her tight cunt around His fat cock. Master Thomas thrust and thrust inside of her, stretching her velvet walls with His tool. Arching her back, she thrust back against Him, causing her clit to rub against His body with each stab of His cock inside of her. It was only a few minutes before she felt His body stiffen, and knew He was about to empty His seed inside of her. Suddenly Master Thomas pulled out of her and raised up, grasping the base of His cock in His hand and directing it at her stomach. He pumped it once and it erupted, emptying itself on her tummy and breasts. As she felt His hot cum splatter on her body, she let out a small whimper. The realization that she was nothing more than a cum-slut, not allowed to cum until her Master gave the command dawned on her, making her need all the more desperate. Master Thomas backed Himself once more into His chair, His trousers still open, His shriveling cock exposed. "Lick it dry, slut." He commanded, just as she knew He would. Raising herself back into a kneel, she moved in and used her mouth and tongue to lick T/their combined juices off of His cock. When she was finished, she rested back on her heels, eyes directed at the toes of His shoes. "I release you, slut. Go and service Master James now." As she crawled to the next chair, she once again caught a glimpse of the slave belonging to the Master she had just serviced smiling proudly at her. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps this was an initiation that each of them had been required to endure before being admitted into this club. Stopping before the chair of Master James, she was surprised to find that He had stood and was waiting for her. As she concentrated on His shoes and the cuffs of His trousers, she heard a loud smack, and couldn't resist stealing a glance up through her lashes. Master James looked down at her with cold steel grey eyes. In His right hand He clutched tightly a wooden paddle. The smack she had heard had been the sound of Him slapping the paddle against the open palm of His left hand. Gritting her teeth, knowing what He would demand of her, she awaited His command. "Turn and prepare for punishment, slut." He growled at her. Resisting the urge to protest or hesitate, she turned and assumed the position her Master had taught her. Resting her head on her arms folded on the carpet before her, she raised her ass high, her wet cunt exposed to Master James. Master James raised the paddle high, and brought it down sharply across her right ass cheek. The sound of the wooden paddle connecting with her tender flesh rang like a gunshot throughout the room. "Count them!" Master James roared. "One, Sir!" Master James raised the paddle again, and brought it down with equal intensity on her left ass cheek. "Two, Sir!" Master James continued paddling her ass, and she could feel it growing warm and red under the punishment of the paddle. The thought to ask what she was being punished for never crossed her mind. Master James felt she deserved it, and that meant it was so. Stealing a glance through her tears out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her Master. It made her heart swell when she saw the proud smile on His handsome face. Master James landed a savage blow across the middle of her ass, and she yelped out "Ten, Sir!", and braced herself for the next. But the next smack never came. Instead she heard the sound of Master James' zipper being yanked down, and a moment later felt the hot splatter of His cum on her ass and back. Spent, Master James collapsed back into His chair, tucking His cock back into His trousers and zipping them back up. "I release you, slut. Move one." He coldly intoned. Biting her lip at the pain radiating through her buttocks, she lifted herself back onto her hands and knees and crawled to the next chair. Without even looking, she knew that Master James' slave was smiling proudly at her just as the others had. Master Benjamin smiled pleasantly down at her, His warm brown eyes twinkling. "Is that sweet little ass of yours nice and hot, slut?" He asked her. "Yes, Sir." she answered. "Assume the same position you did for Master James, little one." Master Benjamin told her. "I need to test the depth of your ass." Grimacing slightly to herself, she turned to face the center of the room once more, and once more rested her head on her folded arms, raising her ass high to provide Master Benjamin access to her. Master Benjamin sank to His knees behind her, reaching out to run His right hand up the inside of her thigh, over the swollen lips of her cunt. He coated His fingers in her juices, then slid them up to press them into her ass, lubricating her. His left hand, meanwhile, unhooked His trousers and eased down His zipper. He coated the fingers of His left hand with her nectar, then stroked His cock a couple of times, lubricating it. A moment later she felt the head of His cock pressing against the tight star muscle of her ass. Taking a deep breath and willing herself to relax, she braced for the penetration. Master had taken her this way several times, and though she couldn't tell how large Master Benjamin's cock was compared to Masters, she could tell that Master Benjamin did not have a Prince Albert piercing like her Master. Master Benjamin placed His hands on her hips and pulled back slowly on them as He rocked His hips forward, easing His cock into her. When just the head was inside, He stroked back, then rocked forward again, pressing a bit more of His cock into her tight ass, stretching it out. Slowly, He pressed into her…until three-quarters of His cock was buried in her ass. Then He slowly stroked back again, leaving only the head inside. Burying her face in her arms, she braced, knowing what was coming. His slow stretching of her had let her know that He was not as large as her Master, but she knew it would still be a shock when He thurst forward. And thrust forward He did. Master Benjamin pulled back sharply on her hips, forcing her down on His cock while at the same time He thrust His hips forward…driving into her. His hips slapped against her welted ass, sending fingers of pain stabbing through her, as Master Benjamin stroked in and out of her, fucking her tight ass, taking her with an intensity His pleasant smile earlier had betrayed. Just as she knew He would, Master Benjamin suddenly pulled out of her ass. The sensation of His hot cum pouring out on her welts forced a quick sob from her throat. Master Benjamin eased Himself back into His chair. "Turn and face Me, slut." He said. Lifting herself from the floor, she turned, hoping desperately that Master Benjamin would not expect her to lick Him clean. Glancing up through thick lashes, she saw Master Benjamin look over at her Master. With a quick shift of her eyes, she caught sight of her Master shaking His head emphatically 'NO'. Master Benjamin sighed, then turned back to her. "I release you now, little one. Go to Mistress Elisabeth." As she turned to crawl away, she saw Master Benjamin's hand grab a fistful of His slaves hair and pull her around to bury her face in His lap, licking Him clean. But not before His slave had a chance to give her an encouraging wink and smile. Resuming her kneeling position in front of Mistress Elisabeth's chair, she was surprised when the woman reached out and caressed her cheek, smoothing her cum matted hair back from her face. "My, aren't you a pretty one." She said, placing Her hand under her chin and lifting her eyes up. Mistress Elisabeth had the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. Mistress Elisabeth sat back and raised up the hem of her evening gown, rolling it up carefully until the neatly shaved tufted heart of hair surrounding the pouty lips of her sex was revealed. "Come here, pretty one. This won't be so awful for you, I don't think." Suppressing a grin, she moved between Mistress Elisabeth's thighs. Though she knew she was still being tested, she couldn't help but consider this a gift from her Master. He knew how much she enjoyed being with another woman. Mistress Elisabeth stroked Her fingers gently into her hair and guided her face to the lips of Her cunt. As she began to lick, nibble and suck at the Mistress' hot, delicious sex, Mistress Elisabeth arched forward in Her chair, grinding Her body against the hungry mouth. With increasing vigor she licked at the Mistress, sucking Her clit into her mouth, nibbling on it as she bathed it with her tongue. Mistress Elisabeth's hand in her hair continued to stroke and caress her head, urging her on. It was evident by Mistress Elisabeth's movements on the seat of Her chair that She was about to cum, flooding her mouth and tongue with the nectar she so desperately hungered for. Mistress Elisabeth let out a little cry, followed by a prolonged moan as She ground Her cunt against her lapping tongue and sucking lips. As the flood of juices poured forth from the Mistress, she licked them up, drinking them down as though she was dying of thirst. After a moment, Mistress Elisabeth pushed her gently away. Reluctantly, she pulled back, resuming her kneel, and taking a chance by looking up at Her, smiling. Mistress Elisabeth smiled back at her. "It would seem you are everything your Master said, and more, My dear. Proceed to Master Eric now." Giving Mistress Elisabeth another warm smile, then smiling at Mistress Elisabeth's slave, as well, she dropped back onto all fours and crawled to Master Eric, the final station on her journey. Master Eric was standing waiting for her when she arrived at His chair. Reaching out, He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her up and into His chair. Then He took leather restraints from a bag next to the chair and bound her wrists and ankles tight. The restraints forced her legs wide apart, revealing her needy cunt to the entire room. "I am the last One you will visit before being released back to your Master, slut. Do you know why that is?" Shaking her head, she whispered "No, Sir." Master Eric smiled at her. "It's because I am the clubs Master of Markings, slut. All you have endured has been an initiation. Having been found worthy to join the ranks of this club, it now falls to Me to mark you as a member, and as the property of your Master." Master Eric knelt down in front of her and reached once more into the bag next to Him. He withdrew what she recognized as a tattoo needle gun. He plugged the gun into an outlet hidden in the floor next to His chair, and His slave turned on an electric lamp that stood next to it, directing the bright light at her cunt. He then knelt between her wide spread legs and began marking the sensitive skin of her left inner thigh. The pain was intense, but she bit her lower lip and endured it. Master Eric continued working for over half an hour, changing the ink twice, and finally stood, inspecting His work. "What do you think of it, girl?" Master Eric asked her. Looking down at her thigh, she saw a deep blue "O" with a bright red "R" inside of it. "What does it mean, Sir?" she asked quietly. "The "O" stands for Olympus, the name of this club. The red "R" is the mark of your Master…He who owns you completely." Master Eric placed an adhesive gauze bandage over the small tattoo, then unfastened the leather bindings around her wrists and ankles and helped her onto the floor. Sinking back into her kneel, she looked up at Him. Smiling down at her, Master Eric reached down and unfastened His trousers, revealing His thick, swollen cock. "It is tradition in this club to pay for your tattoo with a hand-job." He informed her. Smiling, she moved forward, taking Master Eric's cock in her tiny hand. "Oh, yes Sir!" she said, as she began pumping it up and down. With her other hand she fondled His hairy balls. As she pumped His cock, she varied the pressure of her grip, and made sure she paid plenty of attention to the sensitive head, running her hand over it with every third or fourth stroke. After about five minutes, she felt His balls begin to pulse in her hand, and stroked faster. Master Eric groaned as His cock erupted, and she leaned in close, catching some of His seed on her tongue, but allowing most of it to splatter on her chin and drip down onto her breasts. As Master Eric relaxed, He looked at her through slightly glassy eyes. "Welcome to Olympus, slut. Go to the center of the floor and beg your Master to accept you now." With a smile, she turned and crawled to the center of the floor, raising into a kneel and directing her gaze to her Master, her eyes full of the love and devotion she felt for Him. "Master, Your slut begs to be allowed to approach You." He smiled at her and stood. Instead of granting permission to approach, He walked to the center of the floor and stopped in front of her. "Look at all the cum on you, slut…you're a mess!" He said, His voice teasing. He turned then to face the others, but instead of addressing the Master's and Mistress, He addressed the slaves. "Girls, come and help your sister clean herself up!" He commanded. Quickly, the other five girls in the room crawled to the center of the floor to join T/them. Tenderly they took her in their arms, using their tongues to lick the cum of their various Master's from her body. Closing her eyes, she luxuriated in the feeling of the tender hands and soft, busy tongues running over her body, and the soft voices whispering words of encouragement and congratulations to her. It occurred to her, however, that Mistress Elisabeth's slave had been excluded from the activities. "That's enough, girls. Return to your Masters." He said. As the other girls crawled back to where they had come from, she lay there, her cunt still throbbing needily, but her heart full of bliss at having pleased Him. "Elisabeth, might I be permitted to use Your slave." He asked. "Of course, Darling. Please enjoy him!" Mistress Elisabeth replied, giving her slave a pat on the back to send him to the center of the floor. He looked down at the approaching slave. "What is your name, boy?" He asked. "Patrick, Sir." Came the respectful reply. "Patrick, you are going to help Me fulfill a fantasy of My slaves. What I need you to do is lay back flat, with your cock thrust out before you. Keep your hands out to your sides, and your legs spread wide. Do you think you can do that?" "Oh, yes Sir!" he responded, laying back as instructed and spreading his arms and legs open. He glanced down at her, grinning, and reached out His hand. Raising up from where the other slaves had left her lying, she placed her hand in His and felt herself being pulled up. He placed His hands on her hips and guided her backwards, until she was standing directly over Patrick's engorged cock. "Hold a moment." He told her, as He reached into the pocket of His dinner jacket and removed a tube of lubricating jelly. "Hold out your hand." When she had held out her hand, He squeezed a dab of the jelly into her open palm. "Take two steps back, lean over, and lubricate Patrick's cock." He told her. Backing up until she was standing over Patrick's chest, she leaned forward and took His large, straining cock in her small hand, stroking it several times to coat it completely with the lubricating jelly. As she did this, her Master moved behind her and applied more of the jelly to her anus, working His thick fingers inside of her to ensure she was fully coated. Raising back up, a smile on her face, she looked at her Master. He places His hands on her hips and guided her forward again, then slid His hands up to her shoulders, flicking the crystal teardrops hanging from her nipples as He passed by them. He pressed down on her shoulders, guiding her into a squatting position over Patrick's cock. "Take his cock and guide it to your ass, slut." He command. "Yes, Master!" she breathed, doing as directed. When the head of Patrick's cock pressed against her tight star muscle, she looked back up at her Master. With a grin, He pressed down hard on her shoulders…driving her down on the cock of the slave beneath her. A long moan escaped from her, and she heard another moan also forced from Patrick. Not daring to move without permission, she squatted there, Patrick's cock buried in her tight ass, as she watched her Master undress. The indomitable Bishop materialized once more from the shadows to take her Master's clothing as He shed it. When He had stripped down completely, He walked towards her. He was smiling, a glint in His eye, and she saw His cock, the Prince Albert piercing through the head catching the light, swollen and ready as He approached. "Lay back on top of Patrick, slut!" He instructed, and she immediately did as she was told, covering Patrick's body with hers, his cock still buried in her ass, her thighs spread wide. He dropped to His knees on the thick carpet between her thighs, and leaned over so His body hovered over hers. He covered her mouth with His, kissing her deeply, as the pierced head of His cock nudged against her tender, needy cunt. With a sharp thrust of His hips, He drove the length of His cock into her, stretching her open, His body grinding down against her throbbing clit and forcing her onto Patrick's cock. He stroked back, the ring caressing her g-spot, teasing her velvet walls, and thrust hard and deep into her again. With each thrust, He drove her down onto Patrick's cock. The feeling of a cock in her ass and her Master's cock in her cunt was too much. Tears streaming down her face, she pleaded with Him. Please Master…Please let your slut cum for You, Master…only for You!" He stroked back again until only the head of His cock remained in her spasming cunt. "Who owns you, slut?" He demanded. "You do, Master!" she screamed. "MINE!" He growled, stabbing His cock into her again, conquering her cunt. "YOURS…Always Yours!" she answered. He stroked back and drove His cock deep inside of her once more. Writhing, she wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. "Cum for your Master, bitch…NOW!" He growled at her, thrusting His tongue deep into her mouth to choke off her scream of ecstasy, fucking her mouth with it. As she exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm, feeling both of the cocks inside of her twitching in orgasm triggered by hers, one thought filled her mind. Full…she'd never felt this full before!