When Master's Away...

Her eyes searched warily about the room.  The TV glared its normal garbage. She was glad it was on mute.  She saw the book laying only a foot away.  She wasn't in the mood to read a trashy romance novel.  That would only make her pussy throb even harder than it already was.  It was her day off of work and her Master was making sure that she was relaxing.  In fact, to ensure she didn't do anything, he had handcuffed her left wrist to the bedpost with her fur covered cuffs.  He had also gotten out his two favorite vibrators.  He shoved the larger one deep inside her pussy, the other one he crammed even deeper into her ass. He had not turned them on but instead left that decision up to her.  She yearned to turn on the one in her aching pussy but he had placed one stipulation on her. If she turned on one of them then the other must be turned on too at the same time.  The batteries were fully charged so she knew they'd last until he came home.  Quickly she banished the thought from her mind.  Master would inevitably find out if she turned on the one in her yearning pussy and not the one in her ass, and her body would reap the consequences.  She looked at the red satin sheets on the bed.  She felt her cool black silk nightgown around her. It was short, barely covering her well shaven pussy, and the neckline was cut low, revealing most of her breasts, covering only her nipples.   It was only about noon.  If she were to turn the vibrators on now, she could have both the sheets and nightgown soaked and stained by the time Master arrived home from work.  She sat and stared at the ceiling turning the ideas of pain and pleasure over and over again in her head, when the sound of a door opening caught her attention.  It was their front door being opened.  Someone was home.  She immediately delighted in the thought that Master had returned home early. Now he could alleviate her of this predicament and make a decision for her.  She spread her legs farther apart and felt the already damp area between her legs get wetter.  But the feeling vanished when she realized the silhouette in their bedroom doorway was not that of Master, but of another man.  He was dark and mysterious.  She could see the muscle in his arms.  He obviously was an employee of her Master because he was wearing black dress pants a white shirt and a tie but she could see the anticipation in his body, the intensity in his dark flashing eyes.  He didn't take a second glance at the diamond-studded dog collar around her neck or her chained up wrist, but instead at the black silk clinging to her tense curvaceous body.  He could tell in only a sec that she was wearing no bra or panties.  He silently walked across the room to her bed, and placed a folded piece of paper in her free hand.  She read the note:
"My precious slave,
   This man is an employee of mine.  I have asked him to come take care of you for a while for me.  He is your new Master for now. Obey him as you would me.                                                                                                            Love,
                                                                                                          Master"
Immediately pangs of fear made her body tremble.  He smiled at her fear.  She had never had another Master before.  The sick anticipation of what was to come made her pussy drip her juices all down the insides of her milky thighs.  Her nipples were hard, showing nicely through the black silk.  But even though she had the note in her hand, she didn't want to be submissive to another man. She couldn't do it, or so she feared.  “No…I can't do this…please…” she cried, breaking the crystal silence in the room.  “Hush now, be still my slave.  When I want to hear from you I'll tell you, until then be quiet,” the man spoke to her for the first time.  His voice was strong, like her Master's, and had an authoritative quality in it.  But she was too overcome with despair.  “Let me go…I need my Master,” she continued to cry, ignoring his order.  “I am your Master, now shut up, before I have to gag that beautiful mouth of yours shut.”  He said as he grabbed her other wrist, jerking it towards the other bedpost.  Quickly he chained her free wrist with the other fur cover cuff.  Now she lay there, completely helpless to this man she had never even met before.  She continued to cry, but he ignored her tears.  He started feeling the silk that still covered some part of her body.  His hands were strong and would command her body well.  He picked up a pair of scissors that sat on a near table. Carefully, he cut the spaghetti straps of the sill, and carefully removed the material from her body and she watched as it fell from his hands, to the floor.  She tried in vain to turn her naked, silky body from him, but felt a sharp slap on her flat stomach.  “Did I tell you to move?”  he questioned her.  “No,” she meekly replied.  Again another slap stung her, only this time closer to her aching pussy.  “No what slave?  Do you want pain?  Do you want me to hurt you? “  His voice got louder, and annoyed, but very confident in his power.  The thought of pain sent shivers through her body.  She didn't want the pain, not from him.  “No, no pain.  Please don't hurt me Master, please.”  She pleaded with him.  “Yes I am your Master, and you will address me as such.  This time I will let it slide, but the next time you fuck it up, you will be punished.”   “Yes Master,” she answered him, her voice breaking.   She watched as he got up and walked around her, examining her body.  He poked at her body, touching her breasts, squeezing her nipples, twisting the vibrators in her pussy and her ass.  She watched him as he walked across the room, and began to cry to herself again as he pulled their black bag of toys out of the closet.  She knew all the toys that were hidden there, and how much pain he could put her through.  He fumbled around in the bag for a minute, and she began to cry louder when she saw him pull out a gag ball, and a piece of dark, black material for a blindfold. She didn't want her sight to be cut off from him.  As he stood back, he smacked her perfectly shaved pussy hard with his hand.  “Didn't I tell you to be still, damn it?”  he questioned her as he quickly inserted the gag ball in her mouth, leaving her to make only small animal noises.  Then he kissed each one of her eyes before he turned her world into complete darkness.  

           Her body lay tense on the bed, her muscles tight and in fear.  He gently began to rub his hands on her body, relaxing her muscles.  They would need to reserve their energy for later.  He squeezed her breasts, taking her nipples between his thumb and index finger.  He squeezed and twisted them, causing small pangs of pain to run through her helpless body.  She wanted to turn away from him so badly, especially since her legs were still free, but was too afraid to move.  Then his hand slid down her stomach, to the wetness between her thighs.  He had nearly forgotten about the vibrators down there.  “Here, let me take care of those for you,” he cooed in her ear.  She could feel the smirk that had to be on his face.  She felt his strong hands check to make sure that both of the vibrators were fitted snugly in her ass and in her pussy.  Then he turned them on full power.  She could feel a scream building inside of her quaking body, but the gag quickly diminished it so a soft moan.  He played with the vibrators, moving them in and out, twisting them, watching the energy build inside of her. The one in her ass sent only immense pain through her body.  It had more power than the other and it hurt so badly. So she concentrated instead on the one in her pussy, which only filled her with the desire to cum.  It is so wrong she thought to herself that she was letting a complete stranger bring her to the edge of explosion.  “Don't worry slave, you are not cumming yet.”  Then he left her bed.  She heard him rummaging through the bag again.  She had no idea what was next.  Instead, she tried to ignore the sensations running through her body, and the fact that a mere stranger was making her feel like this.  When he returned, he sucked on her nipples for a minute then he attached a clamp to each of them. The sudden pressure and the edges of the clamps bit into her sensitive skin, and she gasped in pain through the gag.  “Now you're ready for your real Master,” he said to her.  She listened intently as she now heard another pair of footsteps.  She recognized them immediately as her Master's.  But when did he come home she wondered to herself.  The immediate joy welled up inside her, and she began to ride the waves of pleasure that the vibrators created inside of her.  Then he spoke to the other man.  “I told you not to gag her unless she was disobedient.  Did she fail to follow your instructions?”  Fear welled up inside of her.  She knew that she had been disobedient, but thought the gag and the blindfold was her punishment.  “Yes, she was disobedient.  She failed to be quiet and still as I instructed her, and I gave her more than one warning too.” The other man answered her Master.  Master turned around to his slave, lying helpless on the bed.  “I want you to nod or shake you head to answer my questions, ok,” he commanded his slave.  She nodded her head yes.  “Now, did my messenger and helper give you my note?”  he asked.  Again, she nodded her head yes.  “Did he tell you to be quiet when you started to cry and whine?”  he continued.  She knew better than to lie, so she just nodded her head again.  “Now, did you continue to whine, even after he ordered you several times to be still?”  She hesitated, knowing that she was caught in her disobedience.  “Answer me slave!” Slowly, she nodded her head yes. She had failed.  “You know I hate punishing you, my little one.  But you push me to it.  I can't let you disobey me without punishing you.  Then you will just commit the offense over and over again.”  With that she felt Master unhook one of the handcuffs from one bed post and while the other man unhooked the other one.  He stood her up and led her to the center of the room.  She knew what was about to happen.  Tears rolled down her cheek, soaking through her blindfold.  Master connected the handcuffs to a hook that hung from the ceiling.  “Give me your belt” Master said to his helper.  The other man took off his belt and handed it to her Master.  “Slave, do you know why I am using his belt, and not something else?” He asked her.  She just shook her head no.  “I am using this because it is him who you have disobeyed.  Only I will whip you with it, but he has the freedom to play with you while I am punishing you.”  She barely nodded her head in understanding.  She felt the braided leather belt run up and down her back, ass, and legs.  Then the hard leather left her body.  She shook in fear.  She heard the loud crack, and felt the stinging pain of the belt making contact with the soft skin of her ass.  Again, and again, he hit her.  And it was always hard, because there is no kindness in punishment.  He hit her back, her ass, and the backs of her legs.  The entire time the man played with her nipples, flicking the clamps, keeping the pain constantly cutting through her breasts.  Tears poured from her eyes, dripped down her face, and onto her chest.  She wanted to scream in pain and pleasure.  She could feel Master's helper adjust the vibrators occasionally, making sure they still fit just right. Her back seared in pain, but the pain mixed with pleasure.  In fact, they were so mixed that she didn't know where the pain ended and the pleasure began.  She could barely breathe fast enough with the gag in her mouth.  Then she felt Master's friend quickly untie the cords of the gag ball, and it pulled it out of her mouth.  “Scream for me slave.  Now my helper wants to hear you.”  Master said to her.  She didn't hesitate to scream.  She screamed in pain, in pleasure, in the desire to cum for them.”  The intensity rushing through her was increasing, and she couldn't hold out much longer.  “May I?” were the only two audible words that came out of her mouth.  “Yes slave, cum for us.”  Master gave her the permission she desired.  Her entire body shook as she released the tension that was inside of her and had an incredible orgasm.  She could feel her own juices running down her legs, probably making a mess on the carpet. But she didn't care.  All she could do was moan and scream until the amazing emotions passed through and out of her, leaving her hanging from the ceiling, trying to catch her breath.  Master unhooked her hands, and quickly removed the cuffs from her wrists.  He carried her back to bed, and laid her down.  He pulled the sheets up over her, allowing the coolness of the sheets soothe her burning back.  He ran his hands through her hair.  “I am pleased with you my little one.  I expected you to do this, and you have made me very happy and proud of you today. It is proof that you will only serve your true Master.“  He kissed her on the lips.  He continued to run his hands through her hair until she fell asleep.  Then the two men left her to sleep and regain her strength.