It was a Sunday morning. The key turned quietly and the door opened slowly and I
stepped into the hall. The slave couple were sitting in the living room, Jen was on the
floor reading a newspaper and John was fiddling with the Tv remote control.
Suddenly, they both turned to look at me and their expressions changed like they had
seen a ghost! The room quickly filled with exclamations and stammering apologies
from Jen and John for being caught unawares and for not expecting me as they
started frantically preparing the room for a session with me. Jen, the more submissive
of the 2 quickly opened her shoulder length hair, which was tied and shook her head
so that it settled open on top of her shoulders. John started frantically moving
furniture out of the way to make room for them both to start the session…all the time
keeping their eyes on me.
Jen gave me one terrified look thru her glasses and started moving towards the
bedroom till with her eyes on me, saying “Really sorry sir, I will be right back!” as she
hurried in to prepare for my arrival. John had the look of terror and plead on his face
as he realized that it had been a few mins since I arrived, he was still clothed and I
had not said a word! John quickly got out the customized contraption with a big dildo
mounted vertically that they had been ordered to procure and moved it to the center
of the room. John started pulling his clothes off and kicked them away as far as
possible. Jen came out of the room looking stressed and dressed only in a neon green
mankini (as per instructions given by her Master) and light makeup to make those
dark eyes. Her 36D breasts and dirty blonde hair swung gently as she looked for the
best place in the room to take her regulation slave bitch position (kneeling position
with hands behind the head with palms locked). Very quickly she took the bitch
position with arms behind her head and palms locked, shoulders straight and her
chest thrust out with pride and with her nipples stretching against the fabric of the
mankini. Jen had been apologizing profusely every minute that she had been in the
room which was starting to annoy me a little.
John was fully naked in the slave bitch position moving up and down on the ass
fuckign machine and was soon to reach orgasm (for which he needed approval from
the Master if dire consequences were to be avoided). I still had not said a word and
had been standing there with my hands crossed behind my back observing my
worthless slaves scurrying around preparing the scene having been disturbed from
their relaxing Sunday morning coffee. What had gone un-noticed was that I had got
out my Cat o’ nine tails and was holding it in my hand so that part of it could be seen
dangling behind my back.
It didn’t matter to me that both were educated (with Masters degrees), had busy jobs
(Jen, 32 yrs old, owned her own insurance firm and John, 36, was Partner in a Fintech
startup) and needed their weekends to relax. However, it was clear that their
privileged, white middle class profile from Buckinghamshire and highly paid
professional careers needed some spicing up with their acceptance that they were
both extremely submissive and needed a Master like me to help realise their inner
submissive cravings.
The only hair they were allowed on their bodies was on the head, eyebrows and
eyelashes and were laser shaved otherwise. Jen needed prior approval before any
hair dressing activity and Master had to be informed of any overseas trips (business
or pleasure).
“Slow down, I want to enjoy you.” I said to John as a glistening look developed on his
body especially around the subtle but lovely mound of man-boobs and shapely
nipples; perfect dark circle with taut bead over pale white skin…I licked my lips!
“Yes Master!” came the meek reply.
Walked up to Jen who gave a slight start as I dropped the hunter quietly next to her
and slowly started to collect her hair into a pony tail and pulled it tight as the hairs
stretched against the taut, spotless neck.
“Permission to touch breasts Master?” asked Jen in a scared, wimpy voice. On my
approval, Jen expeditiously pulled apart the mankini covering the right breast and
started squeezing it; in a flowing motion that started from the side of the breast,
squeezing the whole breast and ended up pulling at the nipple. For everytime her hair
was pulled, Jen had orders to free her hands from whatever it was doing and squeeze
her breasts. This would apply even in public places. Master had validated this during
a regular meal at a restaurant and a trip in a crowded lift to some raised eyebrows
and looks of amusement around them.
(Hair-pulling sex sessions with Jen usually involved Jen furiously fondling her breasts and
twisting and sucking from her nipples (as instructed) while she loudly moaned, cursed and
called god and while her anal and frontal holes were thoroughly serviced by her Master. It left
sheets wet with Jen’s sweat, cum and saliva while she would have collapsed on the bed.
Meanwhile, John would kneel obediently and watch the entire session as the cuckold husband
and clean up the leftover fluids with his tongue as per Master’s orders.)
“So how am I going to be compensated for this misdemeanor?” I addressed my
pathetic slaves, as ny hands reached down to part her mankini and fondle the other
breast.
“Thank you Master” said Jen as my rough hands twisted the fleshy aureola.
On not receiving a response from either of them, I threw a plastic packet of shiny and
ugly looking nipple clamps on the floor for both to see, at which Jen squealed in
horror! At the same time, I saw John slacking a bit and in one swift motion, whipcrack
went the Cat O nine tails…and left distinct red streaks on John’s back and bum….a
treat for Master’s eyes! ..and Another!..as the response of ‘Thank you Master’ was
meek and delayed. John’s squeals turned more girly as he accepted his helplessness
and a secret guilt pleasure from the element of surprise. I changed my mind and
decided the clamps were better suited for John’s balls instead.
stepped into the hall. The slave couple were sitting in the living room, Jen was on the
floor reading a newspaper and John was fiddling with the Tv remote control.
Suddenly, they both turned to look at me and their expressions changed like they had
seen a ghost! The room quickly filled with exclamations and stammering apologies
from Jen and John for being caught unawares and for not expecting me as they
started frantically preparing the room for a session with me. Jen, the more submissive
of the 2 quickly opened her shoulder length hair, which was tied and shook her head
so that it settled open on top of her shoulders. John started frantically moving
furniture out of the way to make room for them both to start the session…all the time
keeping their eyes on me.
Jen gave me one terrified look thru her glasses and started moving towards the
bedroom till with her eyes on me, saying “Really sorry sir, I will be right back!” as she
hurried in to prepare for my arrival. John had the look of terror and plead on his face
as he realized that it had been a few mins since I arrived, he was still clothed and I
had not said a word! John quickly got out the customized contraption with a big dildo
mounted vertically that they had been ordered to procure and moved it to the center
of the room. John started pulling his clothes off and kicked them away as far as
possible. Jen came out of the room looking stressed and dressed only in a neon green
mankini (as per instructions given by her Master) and light makeup to make those
dark eyes. Her 36D breasts and dirty blonde hair swung gently as she looked for the
best place in the room to take her regulation slave bitch position (kneeling position
with hands behind the head with palms locked). Very quickly she took the bitch
position with arms behind her head and palms locked, shoulders straight and her
chest thrust out with pride and with her nipples stretching against the fabric of the
mankini. Jen had been apologizing profusely every minute that she had been in the
room which was starting to annoy me a little.
John was fully naked in the slave bitch position moving up and down on the ass
fuckign machine and was soon to reach orgasm (for which he needed approval from
the Master if dire consequences were to be avoided). I still had not said a word and
had been standing there with my hands crossed behind my back observing my
worthless slaves scurrying around preparing the scene having been disturbed from
their relaxing Sunday morning coffee. What had gone un-noticed was that I had got
out my Cat o’ nine tails and was holding it in my hand so that part of it could be seen
dangling behind my back.
It didn’t matter to me that both were educated (with Masters degrees), had busy jobs
(Jen, 32 yrs old, owned her own insurance firm and John, 36, was Partner in a Fintech
startup) and needed their weekends to relax. However, it was clear that their
privileged, white middle class profile from Buckinghamshire and highly paid
professional careers needed some spicing up with their acceptance that they were
both extremely submissive and needed a Master like me to help realise their inner
submissive cravings.
The only hair they were allowed on their bodies was on the head, eyebrows and
eyelashes and were laser shaved otherwise. Jen needed prior approval before any
hair dressing activity and Master had to be informed of any overseas trips (business
or pleasure).
“Slow down, I want to enjoy you.” I said to John as a glistening look developed on his
body especially around the subtle but lovely mound of man-boobs and shapely
nipples; perfect dark circle with taut bead over pale white skin…I licked my lips!
“Yes Master!” came the meek reply.
Walked up to Jen who gave a slight start as I dropped the hunter quietly next to her
and slowly started to collect her hair into a pony tail and pulled it tight as the hairs
stretched against the taut, spotless neck.
“Permission to touch breasts Master?” asked Jen in a scared, wimpy voice. On my
approval, Jen expeditiously pulled apart the mankini covering the right breast and
started squeezing it; in a flowing motion that started from the side of the breast,
squeezing the whole breast and ended up pulling at the nipple. For everytime her hair
was pulled, Jen had orders to free her hands from whatever it was doing and squeeze
her breasts. This would apply even in public places. Master had validated this during
a regular meal at a restaurant and a trip in a crowded lift to some raised eyebrows
and looks of amusement around them.
(Hair-pulling sex sessions with Jen usually involved Jen furiously fondling her breasts and
twisting and sucking from her nipples (as instructed) while she loudly moaned, cursed and
called god and while her anal and frontal holes were thoroughly serviced by her Master. It left
sheets wet with Jen’s sweat, cum and saliva while she would have collapsed on the bed.
Meanwhile, John would kneel obediently and watch the entire session as the cuckold husband
and clean up the leftover fluids with his tongue as per Master’s orders.)
“So how am I going to be compensated for this misdemeanor?” I addressed my
pathetic slaves, as ny hands reached down to part her mankini and fondle the other
breast.
“Thank you Master” said Jen as my rough hands twisted the fleshy aureola.
On not receiving a response from either of them, I threw a plastic packet of shiny and
ugly looking nipple clamps on the floor for both to see, at which Jen squealed in
horror! At the same time, I saw John slacking a bit and in one swift motion, whipcrack
went the Cat O nine tails…and left distinct red streaks on John’s back and bum….a
treat for Master’s eyes! ..and Another!..as the response of ‘Thank you Master’ was
meek and delayed. John’s squeals turned more girly as he accepted his helplessness
and a secret guilt pleasure from the element of surprise. I changed my mind and
decided the clamps were better suited for John’s balls instead.
