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     The outdoor sensor lights came on as he walked up the
driveway, I heard the click.  Putting the finishing touches on
his supper, I dashed to the foyer to await my master's arrival. 
It was Friday night and we had the whole weekend ahead of us.  I
wondered what he had in mind this weekend.
     The front door of his suburban split level opened and I saw
him enter from my kneeling position.  A snap of his fingers and I
was on my feet removing his light coat.  As I hung it on the coat
tree, he gestured me back to him.
     The kiss was long and passionate, as all of them were, but
not brutal.  The weekend would be one of dominance, not pain.  He
ended the kiss and smiled at me.  "I have a surprise for you,
slave girl."  He turned and beckoned.
     The girl who had been kneeling on the porch came in.  She
was smaller than I, but prettier.  Her blonde hair flowed almost
to her waist, and she was naked under the coat.  "Off with the
coat," he snapped at her, and she dropped it gracefully.  Irrita-
tion must have been showing on my face, because he laughed.  "No,
pretty, she's not a replacement.  She's a present for you.  You
have switch-rights, and she will obey you, except when it con-
flicts with my orders."
     I kissed him in gratitude.  "Thank you, Master.  We will
please you.  Now, your supper awaits."
     "Heel," he commanded both of us.
     "Heel," I snapped at the girl.
     "Yes, Mistress," she said softly.
     Dinner was a long affair.  For a moment, I was unsure if my
master would follow the usual procedure.  He did, having one of
us kneel on either side.  I had been cooking since I had stopped
work at three that afternoon and he sat down to Beef Burgundy
over popovers, a marinated artichoke, and there was a fruit
compote waiting in the refrigerator.  As he ate, he slipped us a
bite of food now and again, usually by hand.  I was careful not
to bite his fingers, but did not hesitate to lick and suck on
them.
     "Since you seem to be so aroused, pet, perhaps you should
put that tongue to work," he commented, nudging me to move
between his knees.  I began to kiss him lightly through the pants
he wore.  As it woke to my ministrations, I unzipped his pants
and went to work.
     Long training had made me capable of overcoming my gag
reflex, and I took all of him.  Ever since I had stopped work and
checked the plan file which said to be prepared for a surprise, I
had been wondering.  It was our custom on Fridays for me to stop
work early, lock the computer room until Monday, clean house,
strip and fix supper.  I would await his arrival nude, wearing
only the collar he had locked on me two years ago.  My job
permitted me to work from the home, and our lifestyle was not
conducive to me working outside because of awkward questions.
     I had been aroused since I had started my toilette this
afternoon, and now he had chosen me to prepare him for the
evening.  A tap on my shoulder told me it was enough and I
reluctantly tucked him away.  I was rewarded with more food, the
last bite on the plate.  I rose and removed the dessert from the
refrigerator.  The girl cleared the table into the dishwasher,
leaving only his glass and dessert fork.  I smiled and nodded at
her.
     We each got a taste of the fruit and then he was finished
with dinner.  I cleared the rest of the table and turned on the
dishwasher.  My master poured himself a small glass of brandy and
left.  We followed him out to the recreation room.  So it was to
be love and not torture.  He had converted the basement into a
torture chamber and I had felt all of the instruments at least
once.
     The rec room was furnished with a conversation pit that had
been padded with pillows.  Various paintings of fantasy figures
hung on the wall; his face on most of them, mine on one or two. 
The girl, whose name was Valarie, was taking all this in.  We
followed him to the pit.
     "Please me," came the order.  "Vara, you first.  Gaila, you
are second, but don't be lazy."  We began removing his clothing. 
I was getting more aroused as time passed.  I found his body, all
of it, immensely desirable.  He was tall, taller than me, and
slender, but strong.  He could carry me without straining; no
mean feat since I outweighed him.  He had thick dark hair on his
head, but after that he was almost hairless to the waist.  I had
always found that a desirable characteristic.  His bottom was
flat and firm, and the legs were lightly furred and strong.  I
wanted him so badly that I bit my lip at his proclamation that I
was second.
     Taking peripheral mode, I kissed him and rubbed his smooth,
strong body.  Vara had him now, and there was nothing to be done. 
After a few moments of her moving atop him, he shoved her away. 
I smiled.  He had been hair-trigger tonight, but the next one,
mine, would take far longer.  He shoved me away, not wanting to
be touched after orgasm.
     Vara lay on her side, still aroused.  Her fingers strayed
between her legs, but she had not been given permission to
relieve her tension.  "May I relieve her, Master?" I whispered. 
He nodded.
     Moving to Vara, I rolled her onto her back.  She looked at
me.  "Hot slave," I said.  "Our master leaves you unsatisfied for
me to take."  I kissed her.  Her lips were full and soft, tasting
faintly of the raspberries from dinner.  She opened docily.  I
kissed her roughly.  I had always wanted a slave girl of my own
and now my master had been good enough to bring me one.  
     She didn't protest as I began rubbing her body.  She was
soft, yet firm in the right places.  Her little pink nipples were
hard when I got to them.  Pinching each hard enough to bring a
throaty moan, I took one in my mouth.
     My master had rolled up and was watching with interest as I
used his other slave.  The hard nipple just begged to be bitten
and I closed my teeth on it gently.  Vara pulled my head in to
her, and sighed.  Good, he had brought home a masochist.  I bit
down harder and she cried out.  He separated us, and she looked
hurt.
     "Please, Master, let Gaila finish," Vara begged.  "I am
aroused."
     Ignoring her, he looked at me.  "Gaila, are you ready?"
     "Yes, Master.  Please, yes."
     "Vara, fend for yourself.  Maybe, I'll let her have you
again."  With that, he threw me to my back and entered me with no
forewarning.  I was wet from what Vara and I had been doing, but
it was not enough.  He felt huge as he took me, and I shrieked my
ecstacy at having a real man between my legs.  It took forever
and was over far too soon.  He rolled off of me and shoved me at
Vara.
     "Clean each other out," he ordered.  We moved into position. 
Her tongue was soft and warm on my clit, and I could taste her
arousal.  She was soft here too, like satin.  I probed as deep as
my tongue could go, digging hard and deep.  She moaned against my
softness, and began to probe the same way.  After my master it
was not enough to satisfy me, but it was pleasant.  He watched as
we lay side by side, eating each other out.  Vara was beginning
to tremble under my mouth.  Moving my attention to her clit, I
started sucking gently on it.  That was all it took.  She cli-
maxed, rubbing against my face for better contact.
     "Enough, slaves.  Vara, you are the weaker of the two.  You
will both be punished tomorrow, Vara for weakening, Gaila for
failing to.  Now to bed, it will be a long day tomorrow, for both
of you.  Heel."
     We followed him up to the bedroom.  He locked the chain at
the foot of the bed to my collar after I returned from the
bathroom.  Vara was permitted her turn and she was locked to me. 
He had chained us together in the same 69 position.  The night
passed quickly.  I awoke first, and awakened Vara by a sharp nip
on her clit.  She woke up with a yelp, as I proceeded to indulge
myself on her soft flesh.  She was so soft as I dug my teeth into
a labia minora, and then thrust along her perineum with my
tongue.  Her yelp had awakened our master, who was not in a good
mood from the look on his face.
     "Into the shower, both of you," he said, after unlocking us. 
That was not a good sign.  Had he been in a good mood, he would
have ordered us into the oversized bathtub to bathe him.  Locking
our wrists to the hook in the ceiling, he scrubbed both of us
down, quickly and roughly.  Taking the portable shower massage,
he turned the water temperature up as hot as he could stand. 
Putting it on full stream, he aimed it between my legs and turned
off the cold water slowly.
     I writhed under the burning water, climaxing in spite of the
pain.  He moved it away and turned some cold back into it.  I saw
him move to Vara and felt her writhe under the heated spray.  She
arched her back against mine and begged for more.  Again, he
turned off the cold water.  She began to cry shortly after.  He
turned off the water and ran rough hands over my body.
     Pinching a nipple as he shoved three fingers up me with no
preliminaries, he sneered down in my face.  "You know you're in
trouble, don't you slave girl?"
     "Yes, Master."  I caught my breath as the last finger joined
the others.  His thumb played heavily on my burned clit.
     "You like this.  You want more, don't you?"
     "If my master wishes to grant me more, I will accept it."
     Vara hung sobbing behind me.  I cried out a bit as he forced
his entire hand into me.  It hurt, but made me feel incredibly
full.  "You are both so soft, I just want to hurt that softness
and exploit your weakness."  He clenched his fist and punched
upward, driving me off of my feet.  I couldn't react for a
moment, having had the wind knocked out of me, but then my voice
came back.
     "I love you, Master."  That one phrase was certain to make
him more angry.  I wanted all the pain he could give me, it
compensated for his goodness to me the rest of the time.
     "Stupid bitch.  I stand here torturing you and all you can
say is `I love you, Master.'"  He pulled his hand out, leaving a
vacancy.  Unhooking our wrists, he commanded, "Follow me down-
stairs."
     He led us down to the torture chamber, and strapped Vara to
the rack and suspended me from the ceiling.  I hated being
suspended, especially since I was acrophobic.  He took a pair of
laboratory clamps and hooked them to Vara's nipples.  She
squealed in pain.  Four snap rings came out of another drawer,
one for her clit, one for mine, two for my nipples.  I would
rather have had the burette clamps.
     Picking up his favorite whip, the five-bladed one, he swung
it idly, debating which should feel it first.  Vara got the first
few blows, across her belly and thighs.  His attention shifted to
me once he hit his stride, and I took ten blows across my back
and thighs.  I felt him readjust things and the whip handle
entered me.  It was thicker than he was, and more unyielding.  I
could feel the small brass studs scraping as he pumped it.
     It was too much, the clamps, the pumping, and everything
together.  I came, violent and shuddering.  I forced the whip
handle out by a few inches and could feel that I had beslimed his
hand.
     "Good.  That's the response I want, slave girl," he said,
running a brutal hand over my sore bottom.  I yelped a bit as an
unlubricated thumb poked rudely at my back door.  "Do you want
that?" he asked softly.  "You like it that way, don't you, you
slutty anal bitch?"
     "Do with me what you please, Master.  I want everything."
     "Greedy slut," he said, driving his thumb sharply into my
ass.  His ring finger slid up the other opening and his middle
finger rubbed my clit beneath the ring.  His index finger was
rubbing and probing and he found my urethra.  Every nerve ending
seemed to be afire and igniting all the others.
     I couldn't think or focus, all I could do was come.  Vio-
lently, repeatedly until I hung gasping for air and sobbing for
mercy in the chains.  He smiled sardonically and gave me five
more minutes of the stimulation.  I lost count at thirty orgasms. 
Seeing that I was wearing out, he pulled out one of the chastity
belts he kept.  It was the two spike model, done in leather and
plastic.  He was not in such a bad mood after all.  He could have
used the all iron one.
     Removing the clamp ring, he put the belt on me, adjusting
the spikes so that I was double-penetrated.  He turned his
attention to Vara on the rack.
     She lay helpless before him, seeming to want his abuse as
badly as I did.  I wanted to watch him hurt her soft body.  He
picked up a pack of cigarettes.  Since my master did not smoke, I
knew what would happen to the pretty little blonde.  He lit one
end of the long white tube and let it burn in an ashtray at the
head of the rack while he worked her nipples over.
     The burette clamps had left deep indentations and now he was
biting and sucking hard while pinching and rolling the other. 
Vara writhed underneath his hands and mouth, whether trying to
escape the pain or to increase it I was unsure.  When the ciga-
rette was almost gone in the ashtray, he looked at it in mock
surprise.
     "Nearly gone and I didn't even get a drag on it.  I'll just
have to put it out and light another," he commented, reaching for
it.  Vara's right nipple looked very sensitive and engorged.  She
screamed when he crushed the smoke out on it.  The burn was only
second degree and would probably blister.  With luck, she might
not even scar.
     "Thank you," she whispered, a glow in her blue eyes.  "Thank
you, Master."
     Turning on the fan to blow out the cigarette smoke, which he
hated with a passion, he lit a candle.  The rack was on swivel
supports, and he tilted her about 60 degrees.  The candle had a
good puddle of molten wax on it which he proceeded to drip on her
still aroused nipples.  Losing interest, he inserted the unlit
end into her, and tilted the rack a little lower so that he
didn't singe his fingers.  He pumped her with the candle, stop-
ping every now and again to drip wax on her still clamped clit. 
Moving between the legs of the Y shaped rack, he ran the unlit
end of the candle up her ass.  She was already coming, but that
set her off more.  Finally, he dug the wax off of her clit, blew
out the candle and stubbed the red-hot spark on the end out on
it.
He pulled out the iron three prong belt with what I called the
"clit-slit."
Running the iron rods up the three openings, he threaded her
through the slit and locked the belt.  Using one of the burette
clamps instead of the ring, he clamped her again to await his
attentions.  Taking out a ball gag, he put it on her.  Mine was
not a ball, but a shaft and I was forced to deep throat the thing
while he tightened the straps.
     He lowered me from my suspension and wrapped me in a net. 
Stringing the net to a nearby hook, he hung me off the ground and
left to eat lunch.  I looked at Vara and wondered if she was
enjoying herself like I was.  I wondered what was planned for the
afternoon.  Two more beatings, likely, followed by a screwing for
each of us.  Lots more verbal humiliation and possibly I would
get a chance at Vara.
     Lunch seemed interminably long, as my stomach reminded me
noisily that I had not eaten yet.  My mouth was drying out and I
was starting to choke on the shaft when my master returned.  He
looked thoroughly pleased with the sight before him and began
rummaging through the storage trunks to see what else he could
find.  Finding nothing to his liking, he lowered me down from the
nets and removed my gag.
     "You do not have permission to speak, slave girl," he
reminded me as I began swallowing and rubbing my jaw.  I nodded
and prostrated myself.
     He fired up the charcoal brazier and began heating small
pebbles.  Vara's belt had panels over the bases of the shafts
that could be slid aside.  He opened the back panel and filled
the rear shaft with hot pebbles.  Working fast, he filled the
front with ice cubes from the small refrigerator-freezer we kept
down there.  Caught between fire and ice, Vara writhed in pain
and ecstacy on the rack, and I remembered the first time he had
done it to me.  Unconsciously, I writhed with her.  My master
noted the undulations of my body before I did and laughed.
     "You remember what it feels like, don't you Gaila?" he
asked.  "Let her stop writhing and I'll let you have a turn at
her.  On my terms, that is."  He reached down and pulled me up to
him.  Looking into my eyes, and seemingly trying to pull my soul
out with his, he kissed me roughly.  My mouth was pried open, and
I fought his tongue.  He grasped my hair and held me still.  I
closed my teeth on his tongue, not hard, just a warning.  He
withdrew, and without warning thrust in again.  I bit him.
     "If that's the way you want it, bitch, that's the way you'll
get it."  I knew I would be punished from the tone in his voice. 
I submitted to being kissed.  He was still rough and the rough-
ness of it aroused me.  My lips were bitten, my jaws pried open,
and his tongue shoved around my mouth intrusively.  He let me up
for air, and I showered his face with light kisses of my own.
     "Hot slut," he mumbled affectionately.  "You always did like
having your mouth raped.  Maybe I should arrange for the rest of
you to be.  I wonder just how hot a gang-bang would make you." 
He looked over at Vara.  She lay exhausted on the rack.  "Your
punishment comes later," he told me.
     Going to her, he felt her belt and took it off.  He opened
the panels and let the water flow out into the drain and caught
the rocks in his hand.  Returning the pebbles to their jar, he
picked up a siamese dildo.  I had my suspicions of what Vara and
I would be doing to amuse him.
     He released Vara and removed her gag.  Leading her to the
stack of pillows arranged for his comfort, he had her lie down
and he slid one end of the dildo into her.  He beckoned me over
and, after removing my belt, had me lie between her legs with the
other head of the dildo inside of me.  We were to screw each
other with the phony phallus and the one who came the most in the
allotted time span would get the real thing when we were done.
     On his mark, we began.  I knew how to rub to get maximum
orgasmic potential from anything and so did she.  However, it
soon became apparent we were moving at cross purposes and neither
was going to make even a single orgasm before we were out of
time.  Bending the dildo in the middle, we sat up.  She bent one
leg over mine and I bent the other over hers.  We rubbed our hot
little clits together and I could feel the rest of her soft
wetness against mine.  We had our arms wrapped around each other
for support, but I took one out and began gently rubbing her soft
tits.  Her nipples were up and she arched into her first orgasm. 
I lowered my head and began nibbling on her hard little nipples.
     Soon enough it was my turn.  Three in a row shook me before
I calmed down enough to continue moving.  Those led to four more
in rapid succession.  I had lost track of Vara, save as a soft-
ness to rub against and a nipple to bite.  I released her nipple
after number ten when I drew blood.
     All too soon, our master's voice called "Enough!"  We clung
together for support, wondering who had won and realizing it
didn't matter.  The pillows beneath us were soaked and our bodies
were covered with sex flush, a thing I don't often get unless
ultra-aroused.
     "I counted fourteen for Gaila and seventeen for Vara. 
Gaila, to the post; Vara, stay put."
     Hanging my head, I walked to the whipping post he had
installed six months ago.  It was a lovely piece of work, carved
and shaped like a phallus, since that was all it really symbol-
ized.  There were three sets of manacles.  As was ritual, I
kissed the head and then the first set of chains.  Since I was
not told to stop, I knelt to kiss the second set.  "There," came
my master's voice.  I was kneeling before the very male post as
an acolyte before an altar, and in a way, it really was an act of
love and worship for me to do so.  He pulled my arms around the
post and locked the bracelets on.  A blindfold was produced and
used.  I felt beautifully helpless.
     I listened carefully as he took Vara on the pillows, hearing
her climaxes come in shattering waves until he stopped.  I wished
it was me, but I loved the feel of the smooth, vein-carved wood
against my face and the iron on my wrists.
     I heard steps approach and the sound of leather on skin. 
Then I felt a rough whip caressing my back and sides.  My legs
were spread on either side of the post and I rubbed against it to
ease the tension between my legs.
     "Lascivious slut," came the mocking voice from behind me. 
"If you could accommodate it, you'd fuck that post, wouldn't you? 
I've got something back in the trunk almost as large if you want
it.  But, right now, there are other matters to attend to."  The
whip whistled and came down on my shoulders.  I cried out and
writhed, trying to get away.  The hot sting was fading to a warm
glow that had me rubbing wetly against the post before the next
one landed.
     The blows came at random intervals, sometimes immediately
after each other, sometimes with pauses so long I wondered if he
was done.  Finally, he finished and I heard him walk away.  The
whip was put away and I heard him lift Vara out of the 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