Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Finishing Up: Chantal Part 3: Third Times the Charm

I know this serial story should be better titled, but onward.
Part 1 of Third Time's the Charm
Part 2 of Third Time's the Charm

Chantal sat up and slid off the bed at William's command. Master's command, she amended herself. She didn't think her legs would hold her up, but there she stood before him. She wanted to touch herself somewhere and end the fire.

He slapped her ass without warning. That pain jumped to the front of her brain. "You must always kneel before me." She wanted to protest that he didn't tell her that. She was sure that would earn her another slap, so she kept quiet. He must have guessed her thoughts as she hesitated, because he spanked her twice more. The pain spurred her into motion. She moved to her knees.

He slapped a breast instead. Pain surged through her body. "That was because I wanted to slut. You'll learn what I want in time." He pulled his belt from his pants. He held it in one hand as he pushed his pants down around his ankles. He slapped her breast again. "Open your mouth."

She opened and he guided his dick into her mouth. She sealed her mouth around him. "Good girl," he said. He grabbed the back of her hair and moved her mouth back and forth on his dick. He tested her by pressing and holding deep in her mouth. Each time a little deeper. Each time she fought and lost the gagging feeling his thrusting caused.

He didn't seem to care. He held her head still, his fingers pulling her hair painfully, while he thrust into her mouth. The pain was a welcome distraction from the gagging and the pain in her breasts. And then he pressed in deep one last time and held there. His spurt hit the back of her tongue. He pulled out a little. "Don't spit any out," he said, as a second spurt spilled inside.

Her tongue worked against him as she swallowed what he dripped inside. "Good girl," he said, stroking her hair gently.

The door opened. "Lila, right on time. I think the cum slut needs a glass of wine." Chantal watched them share a glance. He nodded. "You may have a taste."

Lila kneeled beside Chantal. She cradled Chantal's head gently and kissed her. Lila's tongue begged entrance to her mouth and Chantal gave in. Mistress's tongue explored every crevice of Chantal's mouth. Then she pulled back and stood up. A moment later she was holding a glass of wine to Chantal's mouth. Chantal grabbed the glass and emptied it.

"Don't enjoy my vintage of wine?" William asked. He sounded amused.

"Just thirsty Sir," Chantal replied.

"Crawl back to the bed and lay face down."

She winced as she crawled to the bed. She climbed up onto the bed and eased herself down on her front. Her nipples compressed painfully between her body and the bed was enough to make her whimper. She didn't have long to dwell on it, because his belt came down against her ass.

"A reward for doing a good job with the cock sucking."

A reward? her brain protested. Slap!

"Count to ten."

She counted each blow as it came down on her. And then it was over. She realized that tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Have you had enough?" he asked.

A second before she thought she'd had.

"If you have, you can go and we'll never see you again. It'll be over. Just a bad dream."

She leveraged herself up. "No. I don't want to go."

"Ask me for more."

"Please can I have some more."

"More what?"

"Please can I have some more pain. More pleasure."

"Would you like ten more?"

"If you wish Sir."

"Not now, Slave. Later." He rubbed his hand over her ass. She gasped. "I'm glad you want more. There's so much more I want to show you. It is very late. Or early."

"It is Sir. Do you wish to sleep?"

"Almost. A few more things. Push your knees up under yourself, ass in the air." Chantal assumed the described position. "Have you ever had a butt plug in?"

"Yes. A few times."

"The larger size please, Lila."

Chantal wanted to look what size they planned to use. She didn't dare move. It wasn't too large, she thought as she felt it pressing into her asshole. He pushed it in and Chantal wiggled with pleasure at the familiar stretching.

"To show you how kind I am to my slaves, I will let you pleasure your mistress. Poor Lila has been watching without pleasure all night."

"Thank you Sir," Lila said.

"Go lay on the bed, slut." Within seconds Lila was laying on the bed next to Chantal. She noticed Mistress was wearing nipple clamps as well.

"Slave, you may use your mouth only."

Chantal moved between Lila's legs. She used her tongue to part Lila's bare slit. Lila's cunt was sopping wet. Chantal wondered if it was becuase William had touched her or just from watching Chantal's tortorous pleasure.

Chantal lapped up mistress's erotic juices. Then she played with the woman's clit.

Lila was moaning and twisting her hips. Chantal felt her own cunt flood again at Lila's desire. She pressed her thighs togehter and rubbed them back and forth.

A slap made her stop. "Spread your legs, Slave." Chantal spread her legs again. The vibrator, a little buzz than before, pressed against her clit. "Whoever holds out the longest to come sleeps on the bed."

Chantal concentrated on Lila's clit. She sucked and nibbled and licked. If she could use her fingers to thrust inside Mistress, it would be easier. Faster.

Master wiggled the plug inside Chantal ass. The vibrator turned up. She didn't have time to protest fairness of his actions. She had to make Lila come. The wiggling stopped, instead, he thrust three fingers inside of her. She bucked her hips against them, fucking his fingers. And then she felt the pleasure overcoming everything else as she climaxed.

"Whenever you wish, Lila. She's come now."

And before Chantal could register her defeat, Lila was coming. Liquid squirted from her body onto Chantal's face. Chantal lapped up as much of it as she could, lest she catch shit for missing it.

"Sit up Slave." Chantal sat back on her heels. "Oh, she ejaculated all over you. A nice talent of hers."

Chantal nodded. William tossed her a towel and she wiped her face. "Thank you Sir," Chantal mimicked Lila.

"I made up the bed on the floor."

"Thank you Sir," she repeated. "May I ask something?"


"Am I sleep with the clamps and plug?"

"Yes, you are, Slave. And your hands tied in case you want to touch yourself. You aren't satisfied yet are you?"

Chantal blushed as she stared at the floor. "Not yet."

"Eyes always looking at me, Slave."

Chantal lifted her gaze to him.

"Lila are you alright?"

"Yes. Just dreamy. And happy I get to sleep on the bed tonight, Sir."

"I knew you'd last until I gave you permission."

Lila smiled up at him.

"You may go relieve yourself, Slave. Lila will change the sheets since she made the mess."

Chantal went to the bathroom quickly. When she returned she helped Lila finish the bed change.

William bound her hands to her sides. "Keeps your hands from straying until I trust you. Tonight the temptation will be too great."

He was right about that. But she didn't say it aloud. When she was bound, he helped her to a prone position. He kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you are going to stay. You are proving to be a good Slave."

"Thank you Sir." The lights went off. "You may lay down in the bed," Master said to Lila.

Despite her exhaustion, it was a long time before Chantal fell asleep.

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Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Chantal Part 3: Lila's Turn on Top

Contination from Third Time's the Charm

Lila lowered her onto the bed. "Shall I undress her?"

"Get the wine first. In the ice bucket."

Chantal was drifting in bliss and denied frustration. Her gaze was on the canopy above the bed but her attention was held deep within her body. Lila was loathe to leave her in such a state.

Leaving William alone with her. To do what he wanted without Lila witnessing. The first times with a new slave were like magic. Watching as Master tested their limits, showed them just what they could handle.

At first he would give them what they begged for. Slowly, he would start denying them and demanding silence as he flogged them or fucked them. His choice of weapon depended on his mood.

He would rather use force tonight, she mused as she went down to the kitchen. His house was very beautiful. The housekeeper kept it immaculately clean during the day. And in the evening Lila was tasked with servitude. Both menial and sexual.

He would rather use force tonight, but he would refrain. Chantal wasn't ready for it yet. She hadn't learned to deny her pleasure. She would be well versed before the night was out.

Lila smiled as she filled the ice bucket. She placed a piece on her tongue just before she stuck the wine bottle in. The glasses were already in the room. She tucked the bucket under her left arm and grabbed a bowl of fruit with her right hand.

She returned with haste to the bedroom, anxious to find out if Master had Chantal naked now. Or if he had found some other form of torture.

With deep interest she opened the door to the dimly lit room.

He was hovered over the bed, over Chantal's limp form. Lila resisted the urge to rush to his side, to see what he was doing to her new find. She felt a certain protectiveness over Chantal that she'd never felt for the others.

Perhaps it was the vulnerability she had been feeling when she met Chantal. She had been ready to leave William because she felt she was no longer a good submissive to him. Their last girl had been with them too long and Lila had gotten too used to be dominate.

It had taken Chantal to show that she could be submissive. And she would learn to be a sub and a dom this time. She wanted to make Chantal stay. Along with being attracted to Chantal she also genuinely liked the girl. Despite her willfulness, she would make a great slave. The best slaves were willful.

Lila slid the contents of her hands onto the side table. "Would you like a glass of wine Sir?"

"Yes. I will have a half glass while you undress the Slave." He tossed something on the bed. "Then dress her in those."

Lila poured him a glass and then hurried to the bedside. "May I kiss her first?" Her desire for a taste of Chantal was overwhelming at this range.


Lila smiled and bent her head to Chantal. She pressed her lips to Chantal's. The girl reacted with pressure of her own. Both their lips parted and Lila dipped her tongue in, tentative at first, then sweeping, demanding.

"That's enough," Master said from across the room. He sounded disinterested in the scene. But Lila knew she was about to take things further than just a kiss in a moment more.

Lila pulled back and wiped her lips. She felt some of Chantal's keyed up, nervous energy. The burning between her legs making the slave girl ready to beg for release. She wouldn't; she wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction. She would want to show her will, her strength.

Lila helped her sit up. She unzipped the back of her dress and shimmied it off her shoulders. It was the same dress Chantal had been wearing the night the two women had met. Chantal helped take it off.

"Lay down and close your eyes." Lila whispered, tossing the dress aside. She touched the chained clamps that lay beside Chantal on the bed. They were cold. She closed her palms around them, wishing she could warm them first.

"Why?" Chantal asked.

"Because I said," Lila hissed. "Don't question your Mistress" SHe would have given a quick slap but Master hadn't given her leave to do so.

"Sorry," Chantal mumbled, dropping her gaze.

"Eyes up slave." They would stop using her name until she was full submitted to them.

Chantal lifted her eyes to meet Lila's. "Better. Now close your damn eyes. And concentrate on your breathing."

Once her eyes were closed, Lila picked up the clamp. She pinched a nipple until it hardened slightly. Then she latched the clamp onto it.

Chantal's eyes flew open, her hand flew to her breast and she let out a cry. "Ow, what the fuck."

"Tonight you start to make pain mean pleasure and pleasure mean pain." It sounded cliche, Lila thought. But, as she thought about how she looked forward to pain as well as the pleasure, she wanted Chantal to feel the same.

Lila pushed Chantal's hands away. "I told you to focus on your breathing." In sympathy Lila winced when she clamped the second nipple.

Master's arms came around Lila. He rubbed her breasts through her shirt. "Watching her squirm turns you on," he said.

"You know how pain excites me. And I can't wait to see her come over it. Through it."

Master chuckled. "You want to make her come."

"Of course." Lila lowered her gaze, but he grabbed her chin and lifted it.

"Perhaps later, my little pain slut. Right now, remove your shirt and clamp yourself. While I start with our little slave." He pulled something from his pocket and sat on the bed next to Chantal.

Lila went to the toy drawer and found a second set of nipple clamps. She unbuttoned her shirt and set it aside on a chair. She rubbed and pinched her nipples, readying them. Her breath hissed when she snapped the clamps on. Fluid flooded her pussy.

As she moved toward the bed, she heard a low buzzing. She stopped when her thigh touched William's knee. She resisted the urge to rub herself against him. She forced her concentration on what he was doing to Slave.

She was trembling. Her lips were moving wordlessly. Lila smiled, her eyes travelling to Master's hand pressed between her legs. He was pressing a vibrator against her clit. The girl must be in agony, waiting to come, but struggling because of the distraction of pain.

Lila wouldn't be so distracted. She would have come twice by now. The picture before her left her pussy sopping. "Stop rubbing against me Lila."

She realized she was all but humping his leg. She lowered her head again. "Sorry Sir."

He tugged on her nipple clamp. "See that you control yourself."

"Yes Sir. It won't happen again."

He bent over Chantal and removed one of the clamps. He sucked the nipple into his mouth. The gentle touch pushed her over the edge and she bucked violently as she came. When she stilled, he withdrew his mouth and the vibe. He replaced the clamp.

"Do you feel better Slave?" he asked.

Chantal shook her head. "I don't know. My nipples feel like they are on fire and my pussy just wants to come over and over."

"You will," he smiled menacingly. She would come until she felt she was coming apart at the seams.

"May I go pee Sir?" Lila asked.

"Yes, but don't even wipe yourself Lila. You may not touch yourself outside my presence tonight."

Lila nodded. "Yes Sir." She headed for the door. Just before she slipped out, she heard Master say, "Off the bed Slave."

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