Vanilla No More

[ezwriter]

He held her face while she laved him and then, unlatching the catches on the stocks, pulled her to her feet beside him.

He took her hand and lifted her chin up to look into her eyes.

"You've done well, my dear. I am pleased with my slave." He stroked her hair, which she'd taken such pains to style earlier this evening before she'd arrived. But by now was flat, tangled, matted with cum.

He unfastened the chain that held her arms uncomfortably up her back and even released her nipples from the clamps, pocketing the chain once more.

If the girl thought her ordeal was done for the evening, though, she soon understood it was not to be. Jess explained that, in exchange for borrowing the redhead from Dirk, Phyn was to be the currency he'd repay Dom Gregory with.

"While you're under his command, you will serve him as willingly as you would serve your own Master," he warned, as he led her by her leash across the room, handing her lead to Gregory - a tall, severe man who was surrounded with a harem of slaves, including the redhead whose pussy she'd just tasted.

Jess retreated across the room. Phyn turned her head to follow her Master, but her neck was quickly and violently jerked back around.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn's heart swelled with pride when her master released her from the stocks and praised her work. He released her hands and removed the clamps and she sighed happily, glad to be freed. But as he spoke of the debt she would repay, panic filled her throat. Swallowing it down, she followed her master across the room to Dom Gregory. Her eyes followed her master longingly as he left her side, and her attention was tugged back to Gregory. She respectfully rested her eyes on his belt and waited as he assessed her.

 

[ezwriter]

"You're mine for a half-hour, girl. All but your cunt is mine. And don't make me report back to Master Jess you were a reluctant and disobedient little cunt, understand?"

Phyn nodded, her eyes downcast.

"Now. On all fours. Lick my shoes. And stick that filthy slut ass of yours in the air."

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn wanted nothing but a stellar report back to her Master, and so she quickly dropped to her knees and elbows, thrusting her ass as high into the air she could. She lowered her head quickly and lapped along the tops and sides of Dom Gregory's shoes.

 

[ezwriter]

Jess settled into an armchair on the far side of the room to watch his new captive put through her paces. He felt a slight twinge of regret letting her go for the half hour debt he owed. There was something about this one, a gentleness, an earnestness to her need. And Gregory was a cold-hearted son-of-a-bitch with brutal tendencies. Subtlety wasn't his strong suit. He tore gashes in the souls of his subs that sometimes never healed. That wasn't Jess' style.

But 30 minutes with Gregory, a small dose of terror might be just what this new one needed to really hone her spirit. He watched her lap his boots, her fine, welted rear arched high in the air. Did she know he'd be watching?

He saw two of Gregory's girl wheel over an IV stand and hang the enema apparatus from it. They both seem well practiced at the task, the blonde applying a generous dollop of vaseline to Phyn's anus before feeding the tube inside her. The redhead opened the stopcock letting the liquid flow from the bag, through the tube and into his slave's colon.

Jess watched his girl's reaction as the fluid - hot, warm, cold? - entered her. A slight recoil and then a controlled breath to refocus herself as she returned to her bootlicking.

Gregory was lucky to have a sub of her quality even on temporary loan - a neophyte, no less - and he knew it. Jess hoped the jealous bastard wouldn't take it out on his sweet new prize.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn stifled a gasp as she felt something enter her freshly lubed ass. She tried to focus on the task in front of her, and gently licked the sides of the booted feet at her face. Suddenly, she felt a warm liquid? Something liquid seemed to be pouring into her. Then it registered. This man was giving her an enema! She hoped and prayed she would be able to take all he was determined to put into her. She dared not look back to see how full the bag was. Instead she tried her best to open herself up, to take it deeply, and resist the urge to try to push the tube from her ass.

 

[ezwriter]

He guessed Gregory was filling her bowels with coffee - that much harder to hold. A severe test for anyone, especially those without the requisite training. But he rooted for his slave to weather the test, to make him proud.

At Gregory's signal, the redhead turned the stopcock to cease the flow and the blonde slid the tube from Phyn's rectum, replacing it with a plug. While the blackhaired slave unhitched Gregory's pants and slid them down, his two other girls lifted Phyn by the arms to kneeling.

She was to suck him while she held the liquid inside her - concentrate on pleasuring his cock despite the urgency she was feeling.

Jess watched her close her eyes and wrap her mouth around Gregory's long, thin dick. She knew that the sooner he came in her mouth, the sooner she could evacuate. Maybe. She didn't know anything for sure.

He knew she could suck as few women could, plus Gregory was something of a quick trigger. Before long, Jess saw him rise up on his heels, grab a fistful of Phyn's black hair and squirt his load into her mouth.

When he withdrew from her, she was made to stand, at which point Gregory gathered his three girls around her to caress and squeeze and kiss her. They, all three, took turns tongue-kissing Phyn deeply, tasting their Master's cum in her mouth. They cupped and suckled her tits, pressed their hands to her puss and stuck their fingers inside her. All the while the pressure and urgency must be becoming unbearable.

Finally, the black-haired one was dispatched to fetch a pot from the back room and Phyn was permitted/forced to evacuate her bowels there in the middle of the room.

Once more, Gregory commanded her to her knees, took hold of the lead and brought her crawling back across the floor to Jess.

"A commendable piece of ass," Gregory said, handing the chain back to Jess. When he'd retreated, Jess reached down to lift up Phyn's face to him.

"You've done well, girl," he said. "Are you ready to come home with me?"

 

[Calyxxx]

Finally the flow of liquid ceased and Phyn felt a plug replace the tube. She was commanded to suck Dom Gregory's dick, and she did so hungrily, the need and pain she felt in her bowels getting stronger with each passing moment. In a very short time he came and Phyn felt relieved. Maybe she would be allowed to release the liquid inside her.

The feel of soft hands on her flesh told her otherwise and she struggled to stay standing as the women circled her, touching and kissing and probing. She stifled the urge to scream out, and finally, a pot was brought to her. The need to evacuate was strong enough for Phyn to not care that she was releasing this in the middle of a crowded room.

Finally she was empty, and she was led on weak arms and knees back to her master. The look on his face made her heart soar, and she knew he was proud of her.

"Yes Master, take this slave home, please."

 

[ezwriter]

Jess brought her to standing and once again had her gather her wrists behind her back for chaining. He hung the clamps back on her nipples and threw his large heavy leather coat over her shoulders.

He zipped it half way up so that a fair amount of her breasts were showing, but it's length fell several inches below her butt. It hung loosely on her so that the bulge of her manacled arms behind her was hardly noticeable. She was glad for the cover and the warmth as her Master led her through the club and out the door she'd hesitated at just hours ago.

The valet allowed his eyes a brief inspection of the slave before returning to his role as polite functionary, handing the keys to Jess and pocketing his tip. Jess opened the door of his sleek black sportscar and helped her into her seat.

He slid into the driver's seat and they were off. Jess' eyes held the road as he upshifted and the engine roared.

"When you ride with your Master, your knees are spread at all times."

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn stepped into the car, and sat slightly uncomfortably in the seat, due to her shackled arms.

He spoke and she quickly spread her legs apart.

"Yes Master." She kept her eyes on her knees, curiously peeking through the passenger window every once in a while.

 

[ezwriter]

In the early morning darkness, the car raced through the streets. At the lights, his hand would come off the shifter to find her open pussy, his fingers learning the folds of her lips.

There would be time to speak. But not now. He would let her reflect on the evening at the club... and ponder the life that lay ahead for her.

At last, atop a hill in an exclusive section of town, a garage door opened and he guided the black Boxster inside. The garage lowered behind them and he gathered her out of the car. A hand firmly at her back guided her up the stairs and into a stark modern living room. Through the picture window, the lights of the city glimmered in the distance.

He slipped the coat off her back and hung it on a hook, then returned to release her arms and her nipples from their restraints. He unsnapped her wrist cuffs and collar and laid them on a side table.

Then he escorted her to a door and opened it, leading her into a small, austere room with a thin futon on the floor and a locked oak wardrobe against one wall. A great many eyelets were embedded in the wall at various heights and the ceiling as well. A bathroom led off the room.

Her Master addressed her. "You will bathe yourself and present yourself to me in my bedroom wearing what you will find laid out for you. Do you understand, slave?"

With that, Jess produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the wardrobe. As he swung open the doors, Phyn could see its contents hanging from hooks and hangers - collars, chains, hoods, flogs, canes, harnesses... and God knows what was in the stack of drawers below.

He saw the girl's eyes widen as she took in the sight.

"To your bath. Now, cunt!"

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn was impressed by the house she was taken to. She followed her master into a room filled with hooks on the walls and ceiling. Curiosity got the better of her and she peered over his shoulder into a large wardrobe before scurrying off to the bathroom.

There, she turned on the taps in the tub to run a hot bath. She plugged the drain and turned towards the mirror hanging above the counter, smoothing her hair down around her face. Once it was full, she climbed into the tub and picked up a washcloth, dragging it slowly over her heated flesh.

She found a bar of soap on the ledge and rubbed it against the cloth, creating a nice lather she smoothed over her skin and hair. Finally clean, she rinsed off and stood up, draining the tub as she stepped out.

Towelling off, Phyn walked back into the room to find clothes laid out on the bed. The expected things were there as well, and she ran a finger over the thin, jewelled collar before attatching around her neck. A small ring came down from the collar to rest on her throat, she expected it was for a leash to hook onto.

Next, wrist cuffs, slightly wider, but jewelled similarly to the collar with dark purple gems. They were lined with a soft material and Phyn smiled at the feel of them as she slipped them on. There was also a pair of matching ankle cuffs, quite narrow, and purely for show, or so Phyn expected.

Next she picked up the costume itself. It was a dark, black silk dress that she slipped over her head. It came down to the floor and brushed it as she walked, the flow of the material falling smoothly over her curves. She was slightly embarassed by the cut of the neckline. An extreme v neck, the drop ended just above her navel, and if she turned too fast, her breasts became exposed.

Under the dress she also found a light nipple chain, similar to the one her master had put on her earlier. She attached the clamps to her nipples and went to the door of the room, eager to find her master's bedroom.

 

[ezwriter]

"Come in," Jess bade her as she poked her head timidly in the door. He put down his reading and watched her cross the room trying to muster composure, balancing her eagerness with a natural tentativeness in her new surroundings.

The sleekly curved contours of her figure were accentuated by the tightly fitted silk. Around her neck and wrists and ankles, the jeweled bands glinted as she moved through the tiny pin spot lights around the room.

His bedroom was large and luxurious. Thickly carpeted with his grand kingsized wood framed bed in the middle. There was a seating area with a sofa and chairs arranged around a coffee table over by the window which afforded another magnificent view of the city.

Her Master was wearing black silk pajama bottoms only, his bare torso she could see was powerful with patches of hair on his chest. He gestured for her to come to the side of the bed, where, she noticed, a large flat cushion was placed.

"Kneel, please, back straight. Wrists crossed at the small of your back," he instructed gently, watching her comply her knees folding onto the mat, her eyes falling to the ground. He slid off the bed and stood beside her, stroking her now clean and sweetly smelling hair.

"This slave will wear her hair pinned up from now on, so her Master can better appreciate her elegant neck."

"Yes, Master, as you wish," she replied.

"Tell me, girl, about your evening."

Such a challenge... Where to begin... sometimes, he knew, freedom was as crushing and imposing as restraint.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn timidly entered the room and knelt down at her master's request. To ask about her evening, she found strange, and wasn't know how to start.

"Master, do You wish to hear about the events that transpired tonight, or shall this slave tell You of her feelings regarding this night."

 

[ezwriter]

"Master, do You wish to hear about the events that transpired tonight, or shall this slave tell You of her feelings regarding this night."

He let out an impatient sigh and reached into the deeply cut neckline of her dress to take hold of the chain that was clamped to her nipples and he drew it up sharply.

"I wish my slave to follow her Master's commands without question," he seethed. "Shall I take you back? Shall I sell you to Gregory? Do you want to back to your office or your condo or wherever the hell you came from?! Let me hear your answer!"

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn gasped loudly as he yanked her towards him. She was taken aback by his anger and suddenly tears streamed down her face.

"This one is sorry, Master. Please do not send her back." She swallowed a sob and attempted to calm herself. "She will tell You about her evening." She raised her eyes to his chest and awaited his response with shakey composure.

 

[ezwriter]

"All that you do, all that you give... Indeed all that you say to your Master must come from that most honest core of your self. What I detected in your eyes, in your mouth - there is a need to open yourself fully to someone, to give yourself over to someone strong enough. That's what I want to hear from you... the most essential truth about tonight. Hide nothing from me. Bare your soul the way you bare your splendid body to your Master.

I commanded you to suck me this evening but did not direct every motion of your tongue and lips. And now, when I tell you to recount your evening to me I expect the same devotion to the task. And so, without guile or shame tell me. It is not the words your Master wants to hear, it is the voice of your heart and body. Speak, girl!"

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn began to speak, eyes wandering from her own hands, up to her master's chest, and back down again.

"Tonight was a low point for this girl's life. Everything good seemed to have an expiry date, and they all came quite close together. This one felt hopeless, lost, and frustrated with constantly battling the feeling inside her that told her something was missing. Something else that was not right. She knew what was missing, and just needed the courage to take that step. This slave told herself that although this was the hardest decision to make, it would also be the most important, and most likely the last.

Entering the club was very tough, but very rewarding. The missing part of this one's life was waiting inside and found her quickly. This life is not worth living unless it is spent serving You, Master. She has tried other ways, to control her own life, and it has all been futile. Destiny has taken over, finally, and...."

Her eyes fluttered up to his momentarily. "I am home."

 

[ezwriter]

Her eyes fluttered up to his momentarily. "I am home."

"Do not lift your gaze, unless you are directed to, cunt." he snapped. "Yes, you are home, but it is my home. Your place in this home is as my pet, my possession. Show me you understand this. On your hands and knees. Now! Crawl around the perimeter of the room and back to me."

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn flinched at her master's harsh words and quickly dropped her hands to the floor. On her knees and elbows she crawled quickly around the room, feeling a slight sting from the carpet. She quickly made it back to the cushion beside his bed and knelt on it.

 

[ezwriter]

Jess was impressed with this one's eagerness, but wasn't about to betray that. His praise must remain a rare treat for her, forever a faint and magical possibility.

Instead he silently walked away from the bed and crossed to the wall, where he unhitched a set of three cables ran through pulleys fastened to the ceiling. from each cable hung a locking clasp. He lowered the cables a few feet from the ceiling and called out.

"Crawl to me."

She approached on her hands and knees, head down and kneeled at this feet.

"Rise," he commanded, and when she did, he turned her to the wall, taking each of her cuffed wrists and attached them to one of the hanging clasps. Then he fastened the middle catch to the clasp in her collar.

Pulling the two outside cables he raised her arms up above her head before tying them off on the capstan on the wall.

"Spread wide," he ordered, spanking the insides of her calves to move her feet apart, stretching her arms up all the more.

Lastly, he tugs on the cable attached to her collar, pulling her neck and head up, pulling her precariously onto her toes, her tit chain scraping the wall.

He takes the leather tawse from its hook and holds it close to her face, saying: "Tell me how many lashes. And do not say 'however many Master wishes' because that will be far more than you can take."

 

[Calyxxx]

She could feel her muscles stretching and straining as her master tightened the cables attatched to her collar and cuffs. She could see the wetness of her breath against the cold wall, and closed her eyes.

Phyn heard him ask her how many lashes, and her voice caught in her throat.

"Uh.. ah.. Master, this one can take 10 lashes, but would probably last through 15." She spoke honestly and held her breath waiting for his response.

 

[ezwriter]

"Uh.. ah.. Master, this one can take 10 lashes, but would probably last through 15." She spoke honestly and held her breath waiting for his response.

"Very good. You're learning to speak honestly to your Master. Now I'll be honest with you. Your limits are not my limits. You will take 20 for me."

And he began to flog her sweet, bare ass, the tawse whistling through the air before landing with a SMACK against her flesh.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn caught a gasp in her throat. She wanted so much to be able to take the lashes bravely, without sound or emotional distraction to her master. Her muscles tightened, and she tried hard to loosen them, knowing it would make it easier. She counted silently in her head as each sound of the tawse through the air brought another crack onto her reddening flesh.

 

[ezwriter]

He whipped her firm, flinching flesh, and she proudly, bravely stifled her screams. He watched the muscles tense in her arms and back as she tried to dispurse the pain to the rest of her body.

Past ten now, her shrieks catching in her throat - feral cries, keening with each lash.

Now to fifteen, her resistance shattered, screaming with each fierce lash of the leather strap on her reddening cheeks. With good reason he'd chosen a home high up in the hills... or no doubt the police would have been investigating the anguished shrieks of his gasping, sobbing captive.

Twenty.