Sensual Submission: DRIVEN
By
André SanThomas
Sensual Submission: Driven
by André SanThomas
Copyright 2011 André SanThomas
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This story contains sexually explicit acts between consenting adults.
It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.
Dedication
To my husband, who is ever and always in my corner. All my love, always.
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to the Erotica Readers and Writers Association and the
Office of Letters and Light.
And to Chris for all his inspiration and assistance.
Chapter One
Alec
He had to admit it was startling. Arousing, absolutely. Probably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. So much more vibrant than magazines and DVDs. But startling none the less. The girl was displayed. Full frontal nudity for sure. Except for the ropes, but then, those weren't exactly clothing or anything. They wove across her skin and held her fast, enhancing her breasts, her pussy, her nakedness. They didn't cover, not at all.
He tried not to stare like some teen checking out a Playboy magazine at the newsstand, but he wasn't sure he was pulling that off. He wanted to appear just a little cool. After all, he didn't want Greg to think he wasn't mature enough to handle this. He was twenty-eight years old after all, not a kid anymore. Not that Greg was a lot older, only three years, even though technically he was Alec's uncle. They grew up more like brothers or cousins being so close in age. Certainly after he became adult they were really peers, but still Alec looked up to him a little.
Greg was right about this appealing to him. Big time. Honestly, he didn't think such things were real. Greg assured him they were though and now here was the proof. The house was a mansion, secluded with security gates and gorgeous landscaping, trickled over the hillside with spectacular views. It rose two stories in the front with a huge picture window, perfectly situated to take advantage of beauty of nature. Instead, tonight at least, the naked beauty of nature was on the other side, held in a web of hemp and illuminated by the spot lights hidden in the foliage.
The design was intricate, weaving above and below her breasts, across her torso, between her legs and down them to some sexy high heels that looked like they were specially designed for the girl who would be wearing nothing but rope. Her auburn hair brushed her shoulders. She was watching them all drive up and pass their cars to the valets. The valets were interesting too. Two topless women wearing mini skirts moved the vehicles to the big parking area. He blinked when he realized that the breasts of one of them was covered with a tattoo. He couldn't imagine getting such a thing in such a place, but he had to admit it was pretty erotic.
The valets had nothing on the girl in the window though. Her captivity worked in reverse to captivate him. He was hard just looking at her. A man stood behind her, whispering in her ear, running his hands over her while she watched them arrive. Obviously she was spoken for, but he found her stunning.
Greg led him inside and he wondered if he was under-dressed. Well, not under-dressed perhaps. More like, too normally dressed. Greg was in a tuxedo. His blond hair was a bit shaggy for something that formal, but Greg had an aura that could pull it off. Alec was blond too, a couple inches shorter, a lot more tailored, a little less free spirited than Greg. His own tux fit him perfectly. He was glad he invested in one last year. As his career was building, he had more and more chances to wear it. He never suspected this kind of kinky orgy would be one of them.
The room was a circus. Everywhere he looked was one freakish something after another. Some men dressed as he and Greg did, in formal attire. Just as many were in dark skin tight leather or outfits that looked like something to be worn at a Halloween kink fest. It was the women that held him mesmerized though.
They crawled along the floor, knelt at the feet of the men, carried trays and wore leashes. None of them was dressed really, although some wore more than others. Everyone had at least nipples or pussy or ass showing to all and sundry. It was almost overwhelming. He didn't know where to look next, except that he always came back to his view of the woman in the window.
The man pressing himself against her stood a bit to the side. Alec had a perfect view of her beautiful ass. She was no emaciated stick insect. There was a nice meat on her that spoke to Alec. It filled her out in a lovely way. So many women were so skinny these days he just wanted to feed them a hamburger, not fuck them senseless and worry if they'd snap in two.
Her arms were crossed behind her back, wrists lashed to the opposite elbows. He wondered how comfortable that was. She didn't seem to be straining, at least not from that. The man’s touches on her were making her twitch though.
Alec could see that his fingers were digging into that ass that so intrigued him. He watched the man poke a finger against her pucker and play with the ropes, causing them to tighten and dig into her. She squirmed provocatively, but she didn't protest. At least not in any way that was obvious to Alec.
Another girl joined them and helped the man to turn her to face the crowd. It was something of a project to adjust the webbing accordingly. When it was done, she was looking at the crowd, but she only had eyes for the man that tended to her. The devotion was astounding.
Greg was talking to him and he forced himself to turn away and try to focus. It was tough though. Over Greg's shoulder another woman was being stretched onto a big solid X shaped frame. She was lithe and had coffee colored skin and close cropped dark hair. She wore a skirt made of a shimmering tulle that did nothing to cover her. Her breasts were bare except for the nipple rings that hung from them. Her feet were bare and a delicate silver chain decorated her ankle. A short dark-skinned bald man in a tight black shirt and jeans stepped up to the girl. She shivered watching him and winced when he tugged on the nipple rings. He said something to her and she shook her head frantically. A moment later a huge black dildo was shoved in her mouth. It seemed impossible she could get any of it in, but somehow she managed to get enough to hold it between her lips. Half of it hung out and Alec heard him warn her not to drop it.
Greg laughed at his distraction and turned to watch as well, resting his hand on Alec's shoulder. It was good to have Greg here as a guide. The bald man hooked a chain to each of the nipples, passing it through a loop on the end of the dildo. The chain was tight, pulling the girl's breasts up and the dildo down. She winced and seemed to be struggling to keep the dildo from falling from her mouth. He brought out a whip. Something with a lot of thin strands and a heavy, solid looking handle. The girl blinked slowly, breathing hard now, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.
"What's he going to do with that?"
"Whip her most likely."
"But her ass is against that frame, how's he supposed to reach it?"
Greg smiled at him. "So much to learn, young grasshopper. There are so many places that one can whip."
Alec flinched at the whistle when the whip moved through the air. It landed across the top of her thigh and she froze, eyes closing quickly then opening slowly. A moment later she nodded, the dildo wagging with the movement, her nipple rings shifting and jerking in response. Another stroke landed across the other thigh, this time leaving a pink blush in its wake. More strokes followed, each time the man waited until she asked for it by nodding her head. Her skin soon glowed hot and angry. Her nipples must be sore from the tug of the chain, she was clearly in some sort of distress trying to keep the fat dildo in her mouth, yet even from so many feet away, Alec could see that she was radiant, wanting, aroused.
She had nothing on him though. He reached a hand down to adjust himself, hoping somehow to find more room in his pants for his hard on. His balls were heavy, ready to empty on, in or near one of these willing females. The bald man stopped, walking away from his bound beauty, leaving her with her struggle. He towed a small naked blonde girl behind him, her leash attached to a collar around her neck.
Greg raised a hand and another girl scurried over with drinks for them. She had been made into a serving tray. Her arms were caught behind her back. A vise of some kind squeezed her breasts together. The bottom of the vise was a carved wooden shelf sticking straight out from her chest. A strap wrapped around her back to stabilize it and chains ran from the far corners to a ring on the collar she wore. It was ingenious really. Torturous, but ingenious.
He needed the drink when it arrived, but made a point not to gulp it down. He would keep his wits about him. Everything was so out of his comfort zone, it wouldn't do to be out of control at the same time. He was definitely in his erogenous zone though. He had never been so turned on.
"WES!" The scream rocketed through the room. He snapped his head around. The window girl was panting, her man had his fingers up her pussy. The bald man had his blond girl sucking her clit. Her head was thrown back, her chest was heaving, then the blond girl was standing up and french kissing her. Her juices glistened on her thighs. He could cream right then and there. The men chatted for a minute and then the bald guy and the blond girl moved on. Yet another scantily dressed girl came by with a tray of washcloths and hand wipes then moved on to others around the room.
"So let's go meet our host." Greg led him to the window. As they got closer, he could see the girl blushing scarlet now that the afterglow of her orgasm was wearing off. Her nipples were standing at attention. The man released her arms from behind her back, giving her a moment to flex and restore her circulation before he retied them at her sides.
"Wes! Great to see you," Greg reached out to clap Wes on the shoulder.
"Hey Greg, good to see you! I'm glad you could make it," Wes said. "And this is your nephew, Alec wasn't it?"
"Yes," Greg said, introducing the two. "He thinks he's got an interest in the field. Thanks for letting me bring him along tonight. Consider him on a training mission. He's taking notes and asking questions. Well, and getting off a time or two I suppose while he's at it, huh?" They laughed at the thought that someone could come to such an event and not manage to get off in some way.
It was odd how they talked like the naked girl wasn't even there, her skin still flushed from the orgasm she had in front of the entire room. She wasn't introduced. Obviously details such as her name were not necessary. Wes was even more invested in this lifestyle than Greg. Greg liked to attend parties and hang out at the club from time to time, but Wes lived in this house, apparently with this girl, full time according to Greg. Could it be that he kept her naked and tied up a majority of the time?
It was a mind-bending concept but Alec had the presence of mind to take advantage of the opportunity to find out more about what he might be getting into. He'd had a lengthy discussion in the car with Greg about philosophy. Now he had a chance to talk to someone who did this 24/7 and get their take on things.
"So, Wes, mind if I ask you a question?" At his nod, Alec continued. "We were just having some discussion about the differences between the terms 'top', 'dominant', 'master'... what's your take on how they fall out." Greg snorted and took another sip of his drink.
"Well, Greg is choking there because he knows me well enough to know that I don't give a flying fuck about who is called what. I know what I like, I do what pleases me. What pleases me is a woman who is woman enough to submit completely to me, while still retaining her sense of self and not becoming some needy, carping bitch. What pleases me is the right girl, making her twitch and scream in all the many, many ways there are to do that. Therefore," he nodded towards the bound girl beside them, "she pleases me. She does what I like. I get what I want. Call it anything you want, I don't care."
Wes took a glass from a naked girl with a tray and had a sip. "As far as I'm concerned others can do what they want too. They have a willing partner, live and let live. My girl will certainly call you what you prefer a girl to call you. I just don't care about all the philosophy and debate. Topping from the bottom, bottoming from the top, whatever, I just don't give a fuck."
Simple. Direct. Cut through all the bullshit and get right to the good stuff. There was a lot to be said for that. Such a different approach than the stuff he'd been reading since Greg first talked to him about all this. Really much more his own style too. It was a revelation to think that he didn't have to follow some unwritten manual. He could do he wanted as long as the girl was willing. He wasn't limited to following some made up rules based on hundred year old novels or triple X movies or what other people did in chat rooms.
Greg laughed again and slapped Alec on the back. "I told you he's a straight shooting kind of guy!" Alec laughed too and the discussion moved on to the web of rope winding around the girl.
"It's a Japanese rope bondage style. The epitome is to use one long piece of rope and make no knots whatsoever to hold it together. Of course a nice neat knot right on a girl's clit is a nice touch." He yanked sharply at the rope at the girl's waist. She sucked in her breath when it caused the knot to press into her folds. Wes called over another man and introduced him as Kyo. An expert on Shibari. Wes grabbed a handful of the girl's hair and tilted her head back while Kyo touched and poked at her, showing them how the binding was constructed.
"Go ahead, feel it yourself." Wes encouraged them to slip fingers under and over the strands. Alec found himself touching the girl. He could smell her arousal, feel her sexual need. It fed him. He felt the longing for his own girl. Someone like this, devoted to him, allowing him to free himself from his self-imposed constraints.
He ran his finger over the rope, watching how it cuddled into her skin. The way Wes tangled his hands in her hair and tilted her head back Alec didn't think she could really see what was happening, who was touching her, what would happen next. But he could see how it effected her.
She quivered and squirmed as the web allowed. She made small passionate noises that he felt in his groin. At a nod from Wes, he toyed with the knot that rested right at her clit. Kyo snapped a few strands over her breasts making her yelp. Greg actually licked his lips when he ran both hands hungrily over her ass, digging his fingers into the flesh.
Alec was painfully hard by the time the play came to an end. The wash cloth girl made another lap. She curtsied when Alec handed the used towel to her. He noticed the short white slip she wore was as good as see through up close. Kyo led them over to the other side of the room and gave them a short tutorial on the types of ropes that could be used.
Some time later, he sat on the patio with Greg. The warm night air felt good and helped to clear his spinning head. The swirl of thoughts were replaced with a new awareness. Yes, he was sure. He would say it out-loud and commit to it.
"I need my own girl."
"You can play at any of the clubs downtown. You can pick up a girl for a night or even for a week or two. I love it. Quick, easy, the rules are laid out, no commitment, no muss, no fuss."
"No, not that. I need a girl like Wes has. Full time. Totally devoted to me like she is to him."
Greg laughed. "You wouldn't know what to do with a girl like that if you had one."
That stung. It was light hearted, but still, it hit harder than Greg probably imagined. "I'm pretty sure I could figure it out." Ok, he knew that sounded defensive, but so be it. He could figure it out.
Greg looked at him closely, switching gears from the light banter they'd been having. "Really? Because there's a lot more to it you know. You get into a long term relationship there's all that relationship crap too, on top of all this." He waved his hand at the scene in front of them. Three girls were taking turns sucking off a guy who floated in the hot tub right near their feet.
"Hey! I've had relationships. I was with Jannien for two years."
Greg made a motion with his hand and a whipping noise. "Yes, and she had you in line didn't she. Good thing she didn't know about this kind of stuff. You'd have been the one with the bare ass and the stripes."
"Yeah, well." Alec shifted uncomfortably. It was hard to deny that Jannien was a raging bitch with a loud mouth and a lot of opinions she didn't mind sharing until she got her way. She was good in the sack though. When she felt like it. Which was less and less often as time went on. "Anyway, I dumped her. I'm older and wiser now. I know what I want. And I want that." He twisted to the side and pointed through the wide open windows to Wes taking the blindfolded girl on the pool table doggy style. Her skin was shining with sweat, she was moaning and panting and crying out with lust. He could see her breasts bouncing with every thrust. He had to have that.
"Brita!" Greg waved his hand and a naked girl scampered over and knelt at his feet. "My buddy needs some relief, Brita. I was told you were available for such uses. Is that correct?"
"Oh yes, Master. Brita would be delighted to lick and kiss and caress the bulging cock of your friend until he sprays his load down her throat or on her face or in her hair or over her breasts. Might Brita please have such an honor?"
"Please. I think the blood is pooling in his cock and leaving his brain down a quart."
He wasn't down a quart, not at all. He'd never been so sure of anything before in his life, but hey, a blow job from a willing girl, no strings attached. Who would pass that up? The girl moved to his feet, her legs spread apart so that he could see right up her pussy. Her breasts were perky, not as big as the window girl, but pleasant. Her hands were soft but sure, gliding up his pant legs and working at his zipper. He shifted to help free his cock for her and sighed when she took the head between her lips. Ah, heavenly, warm wet caresses, her tongue was magic, working circles around the head.
He couldn't do anything but relax and enjoy. She was good. Damn good. Although even someone with no idea what to do could hardly be bad at it really. But she was good. She took him deep into her mouth, she worked up a frenzied rhythm, she fondled his balls and got a finger on that sacred spot between his sack and his ass. He tensed, trying to hold it back, trying to enjoy it longer, but it wasn't to be. The images from the party ran through his head, he pictured himself wielding the whip, taking the girl from the rear, tying them up, having her kneeling at his feet, servicing him.
He exploded, spurting down her throat, unable to pull out and spray it on her even if he wanted to. He was too far gone for such things. She was draining him, sucking every drop that had ever been made, milking his balls with her hands, getting it all. When there wasn't anything at all left, she reverently let him slip from her mouth. She gently tucked him back in place and zipped him back up while he shifted again.
"Thank you, Brita. You may go. Unless you want something else from her, Alec?"
"No, no, that's all for now. Thank you, Brita."
"My pleasure, Master." She licked her lips provocatively and trailed her hands over his thighs when she stood and walked away. He watched her ass move as she went.
"She loves cock sucking. Her owner lets her get it out of her system at events like this. I hear she's a kindergarten teacher or something like that in her day job."
"My mind is clear, Greg. I want it. Where do I find it?"
Greg sighed. "Well, there are a number of ways, young grasshopper. You could just date some girls and see if anyone will give it a try."
Alec shook his head. "Nope, not up for years of trial and error and dancing around the topic and being called a sick fuck. Nope."
"Fair enough. Probably wouldn't work anyway. You could put an ad on line. There's a number of fetish sites out there. You've got no idea who you're chatting up when you do that though. For all you know, you're falling for a transsexual midget with a gambling problem."
"Little Person."
"What?"
"Little Person. Midget is a side-show freak, an offensive term."
Greg rolled his eyes and looked up to the heavens. "Well trust the up and coming civil rights attorney to have all the politically correct terms. OK. Transsexual, LITTLE PERSON, with a gambling problem. No offense intended. My point is, you've got no clue who you're dealing with that way."
"True. What else is there?"
"Well, most of the loose club girls are either looking to make a few bucks off you or they're loaned out by their steady guys. Or they're just too whacky for the long haul. But..."
"But what?" There was something. Greg had an option and Alec was determined to hear it. He had to know because he was going to get that for himself.
"The annual Single Subbie Soiree is coming up in a couple weeks at the Cat Club."
"What the hell is that?"
"Any subbie girl that is on the market for a new owner can sign up. There's a mixer, you mingle, you see if you like any of the merchandise, there's a bidding process for a weeklong trial, then you see how it goes."
"That's it then."
"Now wait a minute. It isn't a slam dunk. You have to have a physical, a background check, you have to write a serious check just to apply..."
"How serious a check? I'm not in the same league as someone like Wes but I do ok now that the practice is taking off. Since we won those last two cases we've got clients beating the doors down."
"I'd say about a month's salary worth of serious."
He whistled. Well, there went half his savings. No matter. He had to have it, it would be worth it. "I'm in."
Chapter Two
Cerena
"I'm so glad you decided to sign up Cerena. It's time you found a new master."
"I know." Cerena sighed. It was time. She broke up with Hal six months ago. She tried going back to a vanilla life, but it just didn't fit anymore. If only Hal could have been happy with her instead of needing to have a harem. She didn't even mind how many other girls he fucked. She just wanted to be the only one he owned. Was that really too much to ask? It seemed so. She'd invested five years with Hal. Maybe she could have gotten used to one other girl, maybe even two. But when he lost his damn mind and came home with a dozen girls he picked up somewhere all at once, that was too much. Even the perfect slave girl has her limits.
"Well, let's hope there's some good ones out there." Amaya was raring to go. She was dressed to the nines, slinky and sexy with a sheer black gauze over a blood red corset. Her master was deported last month and although they tried, they weren't able to get her a visa to join him. Cerena fed her ice cream and potato chips while she grieved a few days, but she didn't seem too broken up over it really. It was probably the end of the road for their relationship anyway. Amaya should probably thank the INS for making the break up call for her. Good girlfriends didn't point out things like that though.
She'd let Amaya play stylist in her closet and dress her for the event. The outfit was pretty scandalous but she had to admit, it was the perfect slave girl garb. She had on some beige lace knicker style panties that hardly covered her ass and did even less to cover her pussy. She wore a completely sheer beige tunic that hung off one shoulder and ended in an asymmetrical hem that bared at least half of the decadent panties. She looked the part. Deep down she was the part. Now to hope there were men out there worth putting on her list.
They stood along the front of the stage while the Housemaster read off the rules. One hour to mix and mingle. No penetrative acts during the mixer. After the time call, the girls would make their list of at least three options or remove themselves from contention. Each man would have the chance to play up to three colored poker chips. Each girl would then draw from the chips played for her and if it matched a name on her list, that was it, she was sold. For a trial week with the hope of a long term arrangement. The money the men put down would pass to the girl at the end of her trial week when she had her private interview with the Housemaster to confirm she wanted to stay. There would be no permanent damage or modifications inflicted during the trial week. Anything after that was up to them to negotiate.
Both the men and the girls had signed a copy earlier, but the Housemaster asked once again if there were any questions and waited a good long time to ensure no one missed out. No, no questions. Cerena was anxious to get down on the floor and see the men. With the flood lights trained on the stage, they couldn't see anyone. A bell rang signaling the start of the mixer hour, the girls filed off the stage.
There were a few men known to Cerena. No one she wanted to hook up with permanently though among them. She'd played with Martin last year at a party Hal threw. Definitely not her style. Brian was ok, but he'd been through a dozen girls in the last two years. Not for her. Best to check out the new blood and see if there was something in that mix.
She found herself drawn to the young blond. He was really cute. And a little nervous. He was surrounded by girls, obviously a hot property. They were standing close to him, flipping their hair, touching his arm, trying to keep his attention. She felt him watching her as she mingled her way around the room. She maneuvered near him, chatting up the others, trying to get a sense for who was into what, who would be a good fit, but none of them were drawing her in. Except him.
She needed to make her mark. Stand out from all the others. She came forward, making sure her shoulders were back, her breasts pushed forward under the filmy material. He shifted his eyes away from the girl that he was talking to and followed her progress. She moved confidently, boldly, straight up to him, brushing past the other girls. Some of them would be really pissed off later, but who cares. She was on a mission.
When she was a hair's breadth from him, she stared straight into his eyes and licked her lips provocatively. She put her hands on his chest, feeling his nipples perk under her caress. Her hips pressed into his groin and she arched her back to give her ass the best possible shape. A moment later her lips were on his, warm, seductive, pliant, teasing, promising great delights.
She shifted a bit to ensure her breasts pressed into his chest. She slid her hands down his arms and caught his hands, moving them to rest on her ass then putting her own arms around his neck. He fondled her rear and let out a huge sigh. He was kissing her back now, getting into the moment, his cock hardening against her belly. Yes, there was chemistry there.
He ended the kiss and pushed her back a bit but didn't let go of her ass.
"How might I serve you, Master?" She fluttered her lashes at him and gave him a coy smile.
It took him a moment to speak. "Tell me about yourself."
She toyed with a button on his shirt, sneaking a finger inside to touch his chest. "What would you like to know?"
"Well," he grinned and looked thoughtful. "I suppose there are a million things I'd like to know about you actually, but we don't have that much time do we?"
"No, Master, we don't."
"Let's start with your name then."
"Cerena. Unless of course you'd prefer something else."
He raised an eyebrow and looked like he was thinking that over. "I think that would do. For now." Cerena noticed the other girls moving on to other men. She had managed to capture his undivided attention and the other girls felt it. "What are you looking for here, Cerena?"
"A new owner, Master."
"Hmmm... is that all? What are you really looking for?" His eyes were boring into her now, intense, focused, reading her. She may as well go for it and tell him. If he wasn't up for what she wanted, she'd be better moving on.
"I'm looking for someone who wants to own me. Only me. I want to be his, but fully his, not just his on alternate days when his other girls aren't around."
"Interesting. What kinds of things do you like? Uh, sexually that is."
"I'm probably up for whatever you're up for. I would tell you if there was a show-stopper, Master, but we could learn together what works and what doesn't. The thing I like the best... well, it sounds a bit corny..."
He leaned back into her a bit, there was no one but the two of them in his world now. "Go on."
"The thing I like best is pleasing the Master. There's such a rush from that, it overcomes any pain or discomfort. The struggle to do it just makes it all the better. It's hard to explain."
"Why did you come to me? I didn't see you doing that to anyone else."
"I'm not sure, I felt very drawn to you, Master. You are the sexiest man here after all." He raised a brow at that but at the same time, he pushed his shoulders back a fraction. She pressed her lips to the base of his neck and rubbed herself into him again.
"You think we could be compatible, huh? What if I'm some sort of sick fuck?" His hands were trailing over her back, feeling each muscle there.
She smiled at him. "I doubt it. But that's what the one week trial is for. Then even after that of course. If it isn't working out, either of us can end it." She shifted her shoulders a bit, knowing it made her nearly naked breasts move on him.
"What do you want to know about me?"
"Well, uh..." She hadn't really planned what to ask him. "What do you do, Master?"
"When I'm not out collecting stray slave girls? I'm a civil rights attorney." She loved the way his mouth moved when he talked. She could imagine that mouth on her bare skin, licking her clit, driving her crazy with lust.
"What would you be looking for from me, Master?"
"Your total devotion. Could you do that?"
"I would certainly try, Master. That sounds heavenly."
"Hmmm... kind of an arranged marriage in a way isn't it?" He was kneading her ass again, digging his fingers into the skimpy lace that covered her backside.
"Somewhat, Master." What an interesting way to look at it. "Master, might I ask you for something else?"
"Sure." She slipped a hand to stroke his groin through his tuxedo pants. He bit his lip and blew air out between his lips.
"What's your name?"
He laughed. "Alec Birkel. Or for our purposes today, Number Seventeen."
"Would you like to have another kiss? A tiny sample of the merchandise?"
"How about I just take one?" He ran his fingers into her hair, holding her scalp and tilting her head to the angle he preferred. She missed this. This being taken and ravaged. It was hard to find, even in this world. For some odd reason most of the guys that knew how to do it were not guys that appealed to her at all. This one was.
She rested her hands on his waist and submitted to his need. He licked his tongue over her lips, then put his mouth on hers. She let him force hers open and swirl his tongue through. She melted into him, rubbing her breasts into his shirt, her hand still between them on his groin. Her feet were bare, no high heels for this slave girl look she had going, so she pushed up on her tip toes to even things out a bit.
He held her head. His hard on filled her hand nicely and when he rocked against her she figured he probably knew how to make good use of it. Yes, he was definitely the most promising one here and she would make sure she got him. She took her hands off his cock and ran them inside his suit jacket, caressing his waist. He continued to plunder her mouth, playing with her tongue and nibbling at her lips. He certainly knew how to get a girl's juices flowing. Better than Hal so far too. Hal never bothered with things like kisses.
She dipped her hands into his front pockets and stroked him once again through the fabric. Yes, he was randy and ready. Only time would tell if they could make a go of it over the long haul, but it seemed they were off to a good start for some good fun at least.
The bell rang signaling the end of the meet and greet period and they reluctantly pulled apart. She trailed her hand down his shirt as she moved away and made a point to sway her hips when she walked. He wouldn't be able to help but watch her.
Back stage she quickly filled in her sheet. She marked down his number and then quickly picked two more even though she had no intentions of going with anyone else. Rules were rules though, if she did not list three, she had to drop out. Two girls did drop out and waved goodbye on their way out the door. Amaya was quite excited to have four numbers to list.
The girls paraded back onto the stage and the bidding boxes were brought up. Each one featured a picture of the girl it represented. They jangled with the colored poker chips of the men inside. Each man was given no more than three chips and could therefore bid on no more than three girls. Any unmatched men and girls would have a second round tonight. If they still did not make a match, they could try again next year or pursue other options on their own.
A short brunette was the first to start the selection process. She slipped her hand into her box and pulled forth the first chip. It was bright red and had a number three written on it. The Housemaster checked her list and found it to be a match. Applause broke out around the room. The girl smiled and moved to the side of the very tall man in the red t-shirt. He draped a leash around her neck and she kissed him happily. One down.
Two more had similar experiences then the fourth hit a snag. The first chip pulled from the box was not a match. The crowd booed and the girl blushed scarlet. The man shifted a bit but tried to look unaffected. Fortunately, the next chip was a match and the girl went off happily to him.
Now it was Cerena's turn. She reached carefully into the box and pulled out chip number seventeen. She smiled at him as the number was confirmed on her list. She had done it. She was his for the trial week. No one would know she had palmed one of his chips when she had her hands in his pockets. She gambled that he wouldn't notice one missing and wouldn't bid on anyone else before her turn came up. It seemed to have worked.
She glided to him, pulling her tunic over her head and letting it drift to the floor. "I am yours, Master."
His eyes went wide and she wondered if he realized he licked his lips. His eyes roved hungrily up and down her. He reached out and palmed a breast, tentatively squeezing it and brushing a thumb over the nipple. She pushed into him and breathed quietly into his ear. "Harder, Master." She licked her tongue around the shell of his ear. He responded with a firm grasp and she rewarded him with a wispy moan. That encouraged him to pinch thumb and forefinger on the nipple. Still not as firmly as she liked, but a nice start for a newbie.
"Please take me home, Master." She couldn't wait. She would train him exactly the way she wanted him.
Chapter Three
Alec
He had his own fucking slave girl. Jesus. She was naked and willing and standing right there begging him to take her home. In-fucking-credible. There was some paperwork to complete first and she put her see through shirt back on while he tended to it. She was gorgeous. She could be in any lingerie magazine for god's sake. Actually, she looked like he cut her out of one. Curly brunette hair tumbling down past her shoulders, landing just above her boobs like they always did in those ads. And those boobs. Man, those were beautiful. Lush, full, perky, they fit his hand just right.
"Do you need anything from your place? Clothes or something?" She was sitting right next to him in his car. Other guys looked at him with unabashed envy at stop lights. He couldn't blame them. He couldn't believe it either. Those brown eyes sparkled when she looked him, those lips were just so kissable.
"No, I'm good, Master. There's enough stuff in my bag for the week. If we pass the trial period, we can work out logistics then, you know? Unless you want me to wear something specific or something, that's up to you of course."
Yes, it wouldn't do to just assume she'd be moving in. He might scare her off in a week. Or maybe she really was bat shit crazy and he'd be running for the hills himself. Time would tell. He'd have to think about what she should wear.
"So," she turned herself towards him in her seat, "What do you want me to call you? Master, Sir, My Lord, Daddy, Oh Grand and Glorious One, Most Exalted Cock of the World?"
He laughed, she was bright and funny, not just the sexiest thing on two feet. "Do guys really want you to call them things like that?"
"Sometimes. Those aren't usually the most popular guys on the block though. Most go with Master or Sir or sometimes Lord or even just their name."
"I'll have to think it over then. For now, let's go with Alec. What are girls usually called?" Geeze, so many decisions he had to make now.
"Well, that could really be anything. Their name of course. Or they could change it to a name they like better. Or something like Pet, Slave, Slut, Cunt, Fuckgirl, Toy..."
"Hmmm... not my style. I'll stick with Cerena. Is that what's on your birth certificate or did you make that up somewhere along the line?"
"Nope, didn't make it up."
"And how long have you been doing... well, this?"
"Five years. I met Hal the first time I came to a club. He picked me up right away and that was that."
"Were you in love then?"
"Well, I guess I thought I was. But I came to realize that Hal doesn't care about things like love. Oh, don't get me wrong, he was fine. He cared for me in his way. But not enough and not in the way I wanted him to, you know? So, I finally got smart and that was that. But I still want..." She looked away for a minute.
"Want what?"
"Still want that happily ever after thing. Corny again, I know."
"I like that corny side of you." He reached over and rested his hand on her bare knee. He was glad they were stopped at an intersection when she moved his hand up to her crotch. If he'd been on the freeway, he might have crashed. His fingers tickled into her lace covered folds until he needed his hand back to shift.
They pulled into the parking garage and he found his reserved spot. One day he'd have something like Wes did, but for now, he had a nice enough two bedroom in a suitable high-rise. It wasn't a penthouse, it didn't rival Donald Trump, but he was doing well now that his practice was off the ground and he was starting to reap the material rewards. He had her walk in front of him down the hallway so that he could look at her. Her hips swelled and made nice curves, her ass was shaped just right. He still couldn't believe she was here, willing to do whatever he wanted. He opened the door for her and swept her into his arms to carry her over the threshold. She squealed happily and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Nice view, Alec." He loved the view too. He had a wall of windows looking out over the Pacific. He wasn't on the highest floor but he was up far enough that no other buildings blocked him. The night lights twinkled merrily. He set her down.
"Well, I guess I should show you around." He didn't have a chance. She grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the couch with her, laying back and spreading her legs wide open.
"Fuck me, Alec. Use your slave girl. Mike me as your property with your cock."
Fucking hell. It was really happening. No taking her out and sweet talking her into his bed with flowers, dinner and a movie. Nope. She was on his couch with that see through shirt riding up and her fingers in the waistband of those lace panty things.
"Do you want me to strip for you, or would you rather rip my clothing off? Or you can cut it off as long as you're careful. I'm not into any real knife play, but you can use some scissors to take my clothes off if you want and you can pretend to scare me with them."
He wasn't sure he could even talk and his mind was swimming with the choices. Fucking hell. Knife play? Well thank god she wasn't into that, because he definitely wasn't. Ripping them off her held some promise, but then he sure liked how they looked on her so he probably shouldn't be so destructive. At least not yet.